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kelppsstuff · 3 months

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Let’s make a deal ch.2? 🧍‍♀️cause ch.1 got me in one hell (😏) of a chokehold

Let’s make a deal.

Part One | Part Three

Masterlist

Warnings: violence, gore, cannibalism

Taglist: @fandomsbookclub @adamsfavoritesinner @leathesimp @michelleszn @sashaphantomhive @ladyninggs @sirenetheblogger

Human Alastor x demon F!Reader

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Life went on normally for Alastor, however every time he went around Belle he felt a tug around his neck. As if a reminder on who owns him.

He hated the feeling. Even if he didn’t see you again, he still felt the leash on him. The only time he felt he could get away from his invisible collar was when he brought people the death they deserved, as if you were rewarding him.

And you were. The more souls he bring down to hell, the more souls you gained. Even if he didn’t know it, he was helping you.

You’d often find yourself watching Alastor. It was very rare you didn’t, and today was one of those rare times. You had the pleasure of helping the darling Rosie with her shop.

You rang the cannibal up and that’s when you felt it. A pull on Alastor’s life. You were quick to jump up to the mortal plane. A gift only overlords and royalty could do.

When you walked through the portal and appeared behind two men. You saw Alastor on the ground hand on his side. You saw the blood slipping through his hands and onto the floor.

Your eyes glowed (E/C) and you pushed your hand through the back of one of the men. Once you felt the organ, you ripped out his heart.

The man fell to the ground, while you took a bite of the heart. “Two against one? I excepted better form.” You have a grin, one that could rival the devil.

You let the heart drop to the body. You licked the blood off your fingers while the other man started to shake, crying.

Before he could say a word his head was blown off. The blood splattering all around you and Alastor.

“I didn’t realize you were so desperate to see me again that you would kill yourself to get to hell.” You gazed sharpens to Alastor on the floor.

(F/C) smoke surrounds the two of you, making you reappear in Alastor’s house.

“What-what are you doing here?” You started to unbutton his shirt. He couldn’t even try to resist — no matter how much he wanted too — he was too tired.

“Saving your Arse.”

“Such language.”

You felt your eye twitch. Somehow this man brought out annoyance in you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Wanna explain what the hell that was?” It was a question and a demand of an answer. “I may have underestimated my victims.” That was an understatement.

You felt your self sigh. You started to stitch up the small cut on his side. It was small, but could have been deadly. Luckily no vital organs, he would live.

“Get some rest.” You spoke up when you were done fixing him up. Alastor went to inject but found he couldn’t. The hell? Could you really demand anything from him?

In that moment he knew how powerful a soul could be. In that moment he wanted freedom.

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Alastor went to his kitchen — looking for food — the next morning. Only to be met with the view of you on his recliner. Head titled back with snores coming from your mouth. Luckily they were quiet snores. Still funny though.

The knife on the dining table glinted in the morning sun.

He grabbed the object and made his way behind you. He pushed the sharp knife to your neck.

The snores stopped. Your eyes open quickly. Now you could easily remove yourself from the situation. And you would, if you felt threatened.

“Oh you gonna kill me now? Go ahead try.”

Your voice was stern but yet almost begging. Alastor’s eye shades over with the bloodlust that was so familiar. One swipe, and you be dead. It would be over.

The pressure tightened and he slit your throat.

Red dark crimson blood flooded down your neck. Down onto your white shirt. You could feel yourself chocking.

The the slit started to close with a faint (F/C) glow. You stood from the recliner, popping your neck. “That was anti-climactic don’t ya think? Hey you gave it a good try though.”

You spoke, as if the whole situation was an after thought. It was almost laughable. Alastor had the same shocked look you had oh so long ago.

You ignored his questioning face. “Hey? Do you know how to drive a car?” You hadn’t had the chance to learn unfortunately. You never spent much time out of your home.

“How are you alive?” His voice was in a disbelieving whisper.

“How am I alive?” You whispered in disbelief. You shook your head as you looked at the cut that was now healed through the mirror.

You looked to the angel. “Belle why am I alive?!” You sobbed. She didn’t answer. Instead she left. Left you all alone.

You sunk to the floor, begging to be saved from this hell. Begging to die. Begging for him to come back. Come back to you.

“Y/N?” Alastor’s hand waved in your face. You shook of the memory. Jaw clenching from the feeling forming in your chest.

“Quite bold, even after I saved you. I’m impressed, chills. How about we make another deal?”

The taller man glared down to you. “You really think I’m that stupid?”

You brow raised as if saying yes. “If you can kill me, I’ll give you back your soul.” Once again, Alastor’s interest was back.

“What’s the catch?” He’s learning.

“You’ve gotta get creative with it.”

Alastor smiled. This would work splendidly in his favor. “Deal.” He signed the contract just like before.

Once it had disappeared he hurried to jab the knife in your chest. You looked to the knife sticking in your chest. ‘Really?’ You thought to yourself.

“Unfortunately it’s gonna take a lot more than that to kill me.”

Alastor glared at you with a new passion. With hatred. With desperation. “Even a demon can be killed. So help me Y/N I shall find away to erase you from this universe.”

You took a step closer to him and smiled. “Good luck.” (F/C) circled around you only leaving the knife to drop to the floor in your place.

Alastor felt his side stinging. He opened his shirt and saw it was red. Most likely had dirt or something in it.

He opened his fridge — looking for food — and saw an ointment with a note. “Reapply every hour.”

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Ik ik super short! I plan to have Part 3 out like soon soon. I have some exciting events happening right now! So that’s mostly the reason I’ve been working slow!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #x reader #human alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #radio demon #alastor the radio demon

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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Okay but Rosie who do you think from the captains, visoreds and lieutenants would do casual dominance?

I almost said "what is casual dominance?" until I remembered that reblog about Draken 😂😂

KENSEI KENSEI KENSEI KENSEI KENSEI

Like that is definitely some shit he would do!

He has a dominant personality, but he also knows when not to do too much, i.e. he wouldn't try to check you in front of everyone and cause a scene.

You know not to act up too much anyway, because he's got something waiting for that ass when you get home.

He seems like the type that likes to spank, and he's got the hands big enough to leave your ass sore, aching, and hot.

"Thought I wasn't paying attention to your little display, huh? Turn over right the fuck now."

ROSE ROSE ROSE ROSE ROSE

He's gonna play it cool and remain the elegant gentleman that he is, in public. Gotta keep up that 'perfect captain' facade.👌🏼 So you'll go about your regularly scheduled programming with him doing all the things he normally does for you.

Once he gets you alone though, he's pulling out the shibari ropes and yanking you over to the bed.

He doesn't care about you acting like a brat because he knows how to fix you right up.

Once your hands are tied tight above your head, he'll pull out the Hitachi wand (who the hell bought him that? SHINJI.) and set it on the highest setting before pushing it between your open legs.

"Gonna make you sing a sweet song for me, angel."

IZURU IZURU IZURU IZURU IZURU

He's gonna completely turn his head, act like he didn't see shit, and wrap a (possessive) arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

He's a switch, anyway, and he can switch in rapid succession. You'll go from getting showered in compliments, hand-written poems, and soft, gentle touches to kneeling on the floor of your bedroom with his hand on the back of your neck, keeping your face pressed against his thigh as you try to slip his cockhead into your mouth. And you'd better not dare raise your head, either - until he tells you to.

"You've been acting a little naughty today, bluebell. Do you really think that you deserve to suck my cock right now?"

He's pulling out the shibari ropes as well and he's gonna tie your legs behind your head while he eats you out.

He probably got that shit from Rose in the first place, you know he follows behind his captain dutifully.

SHINJI SHINJI SHINJI SHINJI SHINJI

He's a tease himself, so he'll gladly play long.

He'd never disrespect you in any way and if you start acting bratty he'll just grin that famous multi-tooth grin and make a joke towards himself, you, or the situation at hand.

Once you're alone, you already know you're in for it when he shirks off his captain's haori and runs his tongue over his lips.

Hours later, you're writhing on the bed while he slides his long, fat tongue between your folds, nudging your clit with the ball of his tongue bar.

No doubt he has one of those vibrating ones as well.

"Had enough? Nah, I don't think you have, darlin'."

SHUUHEI SHUUHEI SHUUHEI SHUUHEI SHUUHEI

He's a pookie poo, so of course he will continue to be chivalrous and open doors, jars, reach high things for you - hell, even help you lace your shoes or adjust your shihakusho if you get ruffled throughout the day.

Even when you get home, he'll be the same way, until he suddenly remembers that "flirtatious" wave you gave a fellow male squad member and the way said male's cheeks flushed before his eyes trailed subtly over your figure.

In the next second your thighs are pressed against your ears while he holds you open with those strong, muscled arms.

His dick is stuffed in you to the hilt, yet he's pressing the softest kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and lips while moaning your name softly.

"Don't try to make me jealous, sugar. You know I go crazy when you give attention to any other man but me."

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justmochi · 1 year

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Wobbly

pairing :: rosie x seventeen (but mostly dino)

word count :: 1.4k

synopsis :: rosie gets shitfaced at seventeen’s monthly meeting

time :: may 7, 2023

warnings :: alcohol consumption, rosie injuring herself, annoyed!dino but he loves her anyway

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @ateezjuliet @fromfreesia @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @multiplums @alixnsuperstxr @meginthebuilding27 @hybesunstone

She slammed her shot glass down on the table, leaning back in her seat as she swallowed the soju. She stretched her limbs out, letting out a loud sigh as her members paid no mind to her shenanigans.

Her eyelids were heavy, a faint smile on her face as she felt herself swaying. Chan looked over at her, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“Jangmi, really. You should stop drinking.” He pushed her hair behind her ear, leaning forward to see her face.

“I’m fine. Chillax,” She chuckled, pinching his cheeks between her fingers. “I do have to use the bathroom though.”

She was trapped between Chan and Seungkwan. Her boyfriend moved his legs aside to let her through. She was a bit wobbly, placing her hand on the table and the other on his shoulder as she scooted past him.

Her foot got stuck in the table's legs, causing her to trip and her cheek hitting the corner of the table. Chan tried his best to catch her on time, but she was already on the floor.

The members all grew quiet, the room settling down so only she could be heard. She was too drunk to acknowledge the severity of the situation, so she started laughing hysterically as she rolled onto her back. Minghao and Chan quickly got out of their seats, kneeling beside her and helping her to sit up.

“Are you okay?” Minghao’s eyes were huge, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine!” She whined, the throbbing sensation starting to come to her. “Now can I please go to the bathroom!”

Chan pulled her to her feet by her hands, locking his arm with hers as he supported her. “I’m taking you. You’re way too drunk.”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking myself to the toilet.” She argued with him playfully, walking with him slowly as they tried to find the bathroom.

“I’m sure you are.” He rolled his eyes, finally reaching the women’s bathroom.

“Hey woah, see the sign?” She pointed to it, taking his arms off of her and pushing the door open with her back.

He pursed his lips, crossing his arms as she winked at him. “Please don’t break your neck.”

“I’ll try not to.” She saluted him, taking the next few minutes to do her business. He did his best to wait patiently, standing up straight when seeing her open the door.

He furrowed his eyebrows, putting his fist against his mouth when getting a good look at her. Her cheek was getting more red each minute and starting to swell.

“Oh my-“ He spoke under his breath, reaching to gently touch her cheek. She squinted, pulling away immediately when feeling the sting.

“Ow!” She inhaled sharply. “Paws off.”

“Your cheek is swollen.” He could feel her pain just by looking at her. “I think it’s time to go home.”

She pouted, putting her hands on his chest. “But I don’t wanna go home yet. We’re having fun!”

He slipped his arm around her, walking them back to where the members were. He gathered her things in his hands, telling them that they would turn in early.

“Jangmi really is something.” The leader sighed, downing a shot while looking at the two.

The lighting in the room wasn’t the best, hiding her red cheek perfectly. It was only visible because of the swelling.

Mingyu winced when seeing her cheek. He spoke loudly so she was able to hear him. “It looks bad. You need to put ice on that immediately when you get home.”

“I don’t even feel it-“ She poked her cheek with her finger, contradicting herself as she contorted her face in pain.

“You feel it now, don’t you?” Minghao sat back in his chair in disbelief. They all wondered if every meeting would result in a drunk Rosie.

“Are you gonna get drunk like this everytime?” Jeonghan crossed his arms, giving her a glare.

“No promises.” She hiccuped, smiling as Chan struggled to put her jacket on. She wanted to tease him, dodging his efforts to fit her arm into the sleeves.

“Seriously Jangmi. Help me out here.” He was getting irritated as she toyed more with him. He knew she was drunk and shouldn’t get angry with her, but it was hard dealing with her when she was this intoxicated.

Their goodbyes to the members were brief, wanting to get home as quickly as possible so he could focus on sobering her up.

Chan had an arm around her waist to support her, her legs wobbly as she tried kissing his cheek. It felt like he was carrying dead weight. He pushed their front door open, setting her things down before shutting the door.

“You are killing me.” He picked her up by her bum, wrapping her legs around his waist to make it easier for him.

“But you love me anyway.” She hugged him, kissing his neck as he walked to their bedroom. He set her down on the mattress, taking the bed apart so she could get comfy.

“Stay.” He pointed to her, heading for the kitchen to get her some water. He also grabbed the trash can and an ice pack while he was at it. When he came back, she was already rummaging through his closet, looking for something to change into.

“Can I help you with that?” He pressed his hand against the wall, watching her shake her head at several of his shirts.

“No, I am a perfectly capable, strong, independent woman.” She gave him a side eye, finally finding his ‘tease me’ hoodie that she had gifted to him.

She pulled her shirt over her head, Chan quickly turning around to give her some privacy. She got rid of her pants too, leaving her in nothing but her panties and his hoodie.

“Done.” She skipped to the bed, launching herself onto the mattress and scooting up so her head pressed against the pillow.

He was a bit hesitant, grabbing the water bottle and giving it to her. “Drink some of this.”

“What’s in it for me?” She huffed, pouting her lips as he let out a loud, long sigh.

“Just drink it. You’ll be thanking me in the morning.” He handed her the tiny trash can to keep by her side of the bed, reaching to grab the ice pack he had brought.

He pressed the ice pack to her cheek carefully, not applying too much pressure. He inhaled through his teeth as she pulled away from him due to the pain. “Sorry.”

He slouched his shoulders, letting out a big sigh as he looked at her. Even though he was annoyed with her and her drunk antics, he couldn’t stay mad for too long.

“What am I going to do with you?”

She put her hands on his legs, closing the distance between them. “Love me, feed me,” She kissed parts of his face between every word. “Never leave me.”

Her cheek brushed against his briefly, feeling the aching return. She took the ice pack from him, putting it to her cheek and continuing to smother him in kisses.

“If you keep getting shitfaced like this, I may start considering it.” His tone was serious, but she always knew when he was telling a lie. It was so obvious to her after being together for so long.

“You won’t. You’re stuck with me. For life.” She whispered against his neck, kissing him one more time before he pulled her away. A shiver traveled down his spine once her ice pack came in contact with his collarbone.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He mumbled under his breath. “Keep that ice on. I’m gonna go

get ready for bed.”

She whined, yanking on his arm and hoping to win him over with her puppy eyes. “Come on! At least play with me for a little bit!”

“Not a chance.” He grabbed her wrist, putting it on her lap and covering her with the blankets. “What you should be doing is drinking some of that water. I won’t ask again. So drink up or I’m not holding your hair back when you start puking.”

Even though her mind was hazy, the mention of the word ‘puke’ always set her back into place. It was always such an unpretty sight whenever she would throw up, especially in front of Chan. She quickly grabbed the water bottle with one hand, keeping the ice pack on her cheek as she started chugging the liquid.

“That’s what I thought.”

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ontheshroom · 2 years

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500 followers smut celebration

Jack harlow x fem!reader

This is a choose your own story! I have different Aus (alternate universes) of Jack and then ofc regular Jack. Again all smutty!!

Dom!Jack

“Stop fuckin playin with me.” He says, gripping your neck gently.

You smile in his hold knowing your bratty tendencies are working for the better.

“Or what, you’re gonna make me stand in a corner?” You ask him teasingly.

Jack scoffs with his tongue pressed tightly against his cheek. His hand tightens ever so slightly before he brings you to your knees.

“I think it’s time you put that pretty mouth to some good use.” He says, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his dick from his boxers.

You barely have enough time before he’s guiding himself in your mouth. Spit quickly pools in your mouth and down your chin as he fucks your mouth.

“Mmm, there you go, pretty girl.”

“Look so good with your mouth full.”

Jack pushes your head all the way down till your nose is touching his pelvis. Tears stream down your eyes as you gag. He pulls you back, giving you a second to get air before thrusting back into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the base of his dick causing a loud groan to leave his lips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He says.

He lets go of your head and you focus on his tip, licking and sucking on it gently.

Just as you take him while again he spurts his cum in your mouth.

“Shit, just like that.” He moans.

“Next time you catch a mouth again, I’ll fill it. Okay?” He asks.

“Okay.” You nod, remembering to mouth off to him more often.

Shy!Jack

“Jack, I’m confused. Can you help me?” You ask him, crossing the living room and sitting on the same couch as him.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, moving his laptop off of his lap.

“What’s Mr. Shawn asking in this question?” You ask him, scooting closer to him.

“Let me see.” He says, looking over at you and struggling to keep his eyes off of your exposed cleavage.

“Oh. Uh, so basically like, solve the equation but he wants you to write all your steps out.” He tells you, looking up at you with rosy cheeks.

You bring your eraser pencil between your teeth and shake your head.

“I don’t get it.” You groan, leaning back on the couch.

“I think my brain is fried. I need a break.” You sigh.

“I can help you.” He says under his breath.

“Hmm?” You ask him.

“I can uh help. Like, relieve the stress.” He stutters.

“Okay, anything to have me not be doing this shit.” You roll your eyes.

“Can I eat you out?” He asks, boldly.

Your eyes widen at his request.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Well, it’s known that orgasms can help with concentration afterward, so I can help you.” He shrugs.

“Bu-“

“It’ll feel good, I promise.”

“Okay.” You agree, laying back on the couch.

Jack moves in between your legs and kisses up your neck. He suddenly begins to suck harshly leaving marks.

“Fuck.” You sigh.

He pulls your shirt over your head before moving to remove your bra. He instantly begins kissing your now-exposed chest.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, you know that?” He asks you.

“N-no.” You shake your head.

“These pretty tits out, they’re only for me to see though.” He says looking you in your eyes.

“Only for you.” You nod.

He pulls down your pants alongside your underwear causing you to close your legs out of shyness.

“You don’t have to hide from me, baby. I love every inch of you and more.” He says opening your legs and kissing up your thighs.

He fights the need to roll his eyes back into his head at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“So, so wet for me.” He says before licking a stripe up your cunt.

“Mm.” You moan, your hand coming up to massage your tit.

He slips to fingers in you, lazily fingering you but somehow hitting all the right spots. His tongue laps your clit sending your eyes rolling back.

“Just like that, Jack.” You moan.

“Fuck it feels so good.” You praise him.

He pumps his fingers faster and curls them. You attempt to run from the pleasure but he uses his other hand to keep you in place.

“Don’t run from me, baby. I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

You could’ve cum from his words alone, and his actions following didn’t help either.

“I’m so close, Jack please don’t stop!” You moan loudly.

Your legs shake against him as the lewd noises from him pumping his fingers in you get louder and louder.

“That’s it, cum on my tongue.” He says before replacing his fingers with his tongue.

A rubber band snaps within you and just as he said you’re cumming on his tongue.

He lets you ride out your high before stopping. Your chest heaves up and down as you calm your heart rate.

“Feel better?”

“So much.” You breathe out causing him to chuckle.

Jack

“Fuck, we shouldn’t do this.” He says, connecting his lips with yours in a sloppy kiss.

“You don’t think I’ll be able to make you cum in 5 minutes?” You ask him, disconnecting the kiss and pulling down your pants.

“Lookin at you could make me cum.” He shakes his head.

“Then fuck me and then go on stage and make me proud.” You tell him, hopping onto the vanity and spreading your legs.

“Fuck.” He sighs, before undressing and standing between your legs.

He glides in with ease due to your wetness. The usual slow and sensual Jack is replaced with a needy and urgent Jack. He grips your hips tightly as he pumps himself in and out of you.

“Fuck!” You whimper at his pace.

“Shit, I love this pussy.” He groans, dropping his head to watch as he slides in and out of you.

You tighten your grip around him, yearning for more.

“Do that again.” He moans.

Continuously grip him as the two of you get closer and closer to your highs.

“Cum with me, Jack. Fill me up.” You moan.

As if in perfect sync the two of you cum together, each releasing loud moans.

You’re broken up by a knock on the door.

“You’re on in two Jack!” The voice yells.

You smile at him as he pulls out.

“There isn’t bad.” You shrug.

“Not at all.” He laughs, pulling up his pants and boxers.

“Go out there and make me proud.” You tell him, jumping off the vanity and kissing him.

He slaps your bare ass and smiles.

“Anything and everything for you, baby.”

CEO!Jack

“Bend over it. Now, go.” He says, snapping his fingers and pointing to the desk.

“There’s stuff on it.” You say quietly.

He scoffs and swipes everything on the desk.

“Better?” He asks as you stare at him with your mouth agape.

“Do you want me to ask again?” He asks you, waiting for you to complete his previous request.

“No sir, sorry sir.” You tell him.

You walk to the desk and bend over it, the cool air hitting your pussy per Mr. Harlow’s request of no underwear anymore.

“Now, when I’m in a meeting, I expect you to understand I’ll be meeting with some very important women and men. I must show respect to them, you know, keep the business running but you. You’re only required to respect me. So if a man asks you to go get his coffee, you tell him to do it his damn self. If a man ever again asks you, to grab something he dropped in front of him, you tell him to shove it up his ass, you hear me?” He asks, striking your asscheek with his hand.

“Yes, sir.” You whimper, jutting into the desk.

“Good.”

“And why do I say these things to you?” He asks, rubbing the sting away.

“Because I’m yo-“ You’re cut off by him thrusting into you.

“You’re what, baby?”

“I’m yours!” You gasp.

“There we go.” He says, thrusting into you so deep you’re convinced he’s in your stomach.

“Fuck!” You moan.

“You’re mine and only mine. Don’t forget it.” He says, quickening his pace.

Your hips hurt from the force they’re hitting the desk at but you can’t bring yourself to care. Your skirt is bunched up around your hips giving Jack the perfect view of how your skin ricochets with the collision of his hips hitting your ass. Your grip the desk tightly, digging your nails into it. It’s sure to leave marks on the desk, but Jack won’t mind, he’d probably trace the marks as he works.

“I’m gonna cum, sir!” You moan.

“Hold it.” You groan in frustration.

“You’re not cumming until my cum is burrowed deep inside you. Reminding you one last time that you’re mine.” He affirms.

“Jack, please!” You beg.

The sound of your name rolling off his tongue sends waves through his body and before he knows it he’s cumming deep inside you.

“Cum, pretty girl.” He says.

You’re cumming before his sentence is finished, your body weakening from the spasms it’s gone through.

“That’s it, baby.”

Aftercare

Breathless, your eyes begin to flutter shut as your energy levels drop.

“C’mon, y/n. Let’s go pee and then we can find some food for you to eat.” Jack tells you, pecking your lips.

“‘M tired.” You mumble.

“I know, baby, I know. You’ll feel better after we do all of this.” He says, helping you out of bed.

The two of you walk to the bathroom and he waits outside as you pee. Once you’re done he hands you one of his shirts and slips it over your head watching as it ends at your mid-thigh. He pees quickly before the two of you walk to the kitchen.

“Pizza okay?” He asks you, seeing as it was the only thing occupying his fridge at the time.

You nod in response and he sets a few slices on a plate and plops it into the microwave. Once it beeps the two of you walk into the living room together and eat while you watch a few episodes of late-night reruns of Martin. Neither of you notices your eyes fluttering shut but sure enough, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms

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thelost-teller · 2 years

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When they found out that Mc has wings (Angel! MC) pt.2!

notes: Male!mc x the various vice dorm leaders. I’m gonna add only the official vice-dorm leaders (no Ruggie, sorry) and I couldn’t write lilia either… I don’t feel like I know the character enough…sorry

prompt: when the vice dorm leaders found out that MC has angel-like wings after he’s been injured lightly (TW alert) by their dorm fellows

Trey clover

He was walking to his dorm ‘cause Riddle called for him when he saw you in the roses garden, covered in red paint to the ground and two boys laughing

He went in protective big bro mode and scolded the two, sending them to meet Riddle and face their punishment for such thing

only after he realized that you were covered by something, its texture was almost completely invisible thanks to the thick red paint

Trying to move the thing, Trey realized that the thing wasn’t something like a jacked that you used for covering- Those things were "”glued”” to you body...and were feathered-

after two second of staring he understood that those were wings- but it wasn’t a deal at the moment! the red paint spilled on your hair and uniform as well.

not noticing that you were awake, he picked you up bridal-style and just carried you to ramshackle dorm

the moment he picked you up you started panic, in fear that he might not like you anymore or just as well think that you are some kind of strange beast to hate...stupid though? yeah, but you didn’t think of it at the moment!

you just excused yourself, asking him not to tell anyone as he left you on your bed.

he smiled softly, saying that there was no need to worry as he left a kiss on your forehead and left for you to proper rest and shower

the next day you invited him at your dorm and gave him a feather that fell in the night as a gift

he chuckled and gave you your favorite flavored cake! baked by him, of course

you ate the cake, cuddle and fell asleep right next to him as he caressed your head gently

“ thanks for your gift, my little angel. I will keep it safe and sound…just as I intend to do with you, of course”

Jade leech

Mostro lounge was closing after a very busy night, and Jade was cleaning the last tables, when he found you, asleep on a table

then he noticed two boys mocking you, saying some strange things and playing with something that were attacked to your back...wings?!

he rushed behind the two boys, putting a hand on his chest, eyes closed and bright creepy smile

“I’m sorry gentlemen, but we’ve already closed and I need you to help me clean the tables, so go to work ok?”

the two felt shivers down their spines as the tall boy talked and ran to go their chores.

later, Jade asked Floyd to take care of them :>

Jade held you in his arms as he made is way to the infirmary; one of the boys left your wings fall to the ground, and he wanted to assure that you were alright

As you woke up you found Jade standing by the bed, making sure that you were alright

you looked at him, a glimmer of admiration in your eyes: he just commanded the boys to go away and they ran! You probably neither would or could do that to someone...he was just so strongwilled!

you clang up to him as a thank you and left a kiss on his cheek, which became rosy after some seconds

you chuckled as the boy touched his cheek, as for making sure that it was there

After the little moment of unbelieving, he smiled at you: a warm, soft smile of his, as he asked if he could touch your wings, as he was curious about them

you smiled and nodded. He caressed them as soft as he could, praising you for your wings’s feathers softness

in the end he smiled, kissed your cheek as he greeted you and walk away, since Floyd was calling.

You were just SO flustrated that you hid yourself in the wings

when Jade returned, he giggled at that pleasant sight

“ Aww...is my angelfish’s embarassed now? such a lovely view~”

Jamil Viper

Jamil just escaped Kalim’s attentions and was going to a room in the back of the dorm where he uses to practice break dance, When he saw you, trying to...pull sand out of your wings?!

He stayed there, at the door, with wide-opened eyes. He wasn’t disgusted or anything. Just surprised

Once you noticed him approching, you started to panic. Two boys from scarabia pulled you in the hot sand of the outstanding desert, mocking you all morning.

When jamil saw you with fear in your eyes as you closed your wings like a shield he felt horrible. You feared hum...? but why?? Was he this terrifing-looking?!

“yo-chill-” he tried to say as he kneeled in front of you, sitting with crossed legs. “ you...you ok? you’re injured or something?? I see that your wings have some little burns..can i assist you in some way? maybe medicating?? mh?”

“p-please just be careful..they’re very fragile...” you mumbled as you relaxed your wings for Jamil to take them in his hands

he was actually really tender as he medicated the wings, caressing them as an attempt to make you relax as well. He never meant no harm... especially after the overblot accident, everyone tended to avoid him even more.

“ ok..should be ok” he spoke after some minutes

you opened your wings, which were double your body, big and pearled-looking. You looked like a mighty god who just ascended on earth to estirp all evils

that’s what Jamil thought. a ‘oh mighty seven’ escaped his lips as he watched you strech.

you looked flattered at him, smiling tenderly. “ something wrong?”

he blushed the moment you made him realize that he said those words out loud, looked the other way but didn’t get up. He somehow liked staying under your shadow. It was comforting, for once.

You smiled and hugged him, kissing his cheek with a ‘thank you, Jamil!’ As you got up.

he pressed his hand on his cheek as he watched you protect your tiny waist with your wings and made them invisible

“If you don’t mind, would you like to come to my room sometimes? No! not as a hangout, you dummy! For...the medications! yes, for the medications!”

Rook hunt

Rook was going around in the forest just as always, hunting down little animals and such. That’s what he always did in his spare time other than going around stalking people

He felt something move. Something leaned against a tree. He smirked and squat-walked to the place the rumor came from

You didn’t notice him at first. You got into a fight because a bloke mocked Epel. They pulled you against a wall and your wing got hurt

“Oh dear…” Rook let out the words flow in surprise. You squeaked in fear and tried to run away, but he catched you by the wrist and made you seat. You could hear your heart in your ears because of how fast and loud it was.

You were sure he was going to kill you or something…he was a hunter after all. It didn’t matter that he was your crush and he was still very handsome in your eyes, he could’ve been a threat! You squeezed your eyes close, ready for a shot or something.

But that shot never arrived. You instead felt very soft caresses on your feathers. You opened your eyes to see Rook looking at you in worry

“mon petit ange, what happened?”, he said, starting to caress your face as well. His face without a fox-like smile was indeed a rare view. “ oh, it’s nothing” you tried to say, but he didn’t left your wrist free. He had such a firm grip it almost felt like having a handcuff or something like that

“your wing is broken. Don’t try to fake to be ok, I notice when something’s off”. He kept cupping your cheek with his hand, caressing it with his thumb, which arrived almost on your eye. You looked down, “if I admit it you’ll hurt those people, and I don’t think it’s necessary”

He smiled lovingly, “oh, mon petit ange..” he kissed your forehead, making you cheeks heat up, before picking you up bridal style and bringing you back to your room, where he patched up your wings and spent a lot of time with you

He told you about his family, how (headcanon!) he had a lot of older siblings and thought that they would like you a lot

“ thank you…” you whispered. You both were on your bed with your shoulders touching. “No need to thank me, mon petit ange” he said as he took your hand in his, kissing it lightly

“If you ever feel threatened, please call me, dearest~”

Worry not tho, he will make the lives of those who hurt you a living hell <3

I hope you enjoyed! bye!

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jimin

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Part 1]

In which Jimin isn't used to chasing after things- but he can't deny the excitement it makes him feel.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stands, flirting jimin, nothing else, really

Length: 1.5k Words

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A/N: you're all gonna hate me so much at the end of this :') also I'm gonna put the visual/Gif up front from now on, I feel like that might work better overall.

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"Not today." He answers a young woman asking for some time with him- and it's not an answer he typically gives. He usually takes what he can get, but tonight, he's got his eyes out for something different.

Someone different.

You're so awfully out of place here- not visually, but there's a certain feeling you emit about yourself that makes you stand out to him. You're not comfortable, clearly giving been dragged out by your friend he knows all too well- though doesn't remember her all that much if he was to be honest.

But you? You he remembers.

You're talking to your friend with a pleading face, colorful lights of the club reflecting in both your eyes and the silver jewelry you're wearing, and he feels an odd sense of jealousy towards the butterfly pendant resting on your cleavage, left wing of it dipping in between your breasts. He's not sure why he's seeing so many details so sharply- it's as if his senses are going overdrive at the sight of you.

Interesting.

One moment you're there, the next you've vanished- and he immediately looks out for you around him. Tonight, he doesn't pay attention to anyone he could easily get his hands on. If he was, he wouldn't be here anymore long ago, many knowing his name as one connected to no strings attached and simple pleasure. It's not like it's always been like that- he's had actual relationships in the past.

But all throughout them, he's always been the one to pay the price of a broken heart, his rosy tinted glasses hiding all the signs of being lied to pretty much up until he could no longer deny it. From finding his lover in his own bed with someone else, to being bluntly told about an affair happening for months behind his back.

People lie, and love is nothing but a game.

He walks around the dancefloor of the club with no clear aim when he notices you walking past him- eyes meeting, a moment of realization caught in your gaze. All he can really see is the way one of the straps of your dress falls from your shoulder, not revealing anything, but somehow causing all of his focus to shift on the way your fingers adjust it back up to sit where it's supposed to. It's such an innocent gesture, but he can't help but see it as almost sinful to see.

Like he's not supposed to have seen it, even though he's seen everything there is to see about the human body at this point in his life.

"I wouldn't have ever thought that I'd find you here.." He chuckles behind you, following you around as you seem to look for a place at the bar- having to jump a bit to find your spot on the high chair. "…a vamp-club, of all places." He notes towards you, sitting down next to you.

"Yeah, well-" You sigh, leaning on the bar up front- and he's pretty convinced you have no idea how much you're showing your cleavage right now. So innocent, it's almost making him angry. "-It wasn't my idea, and I honestly don't want to even be here- but Lizzy and I have already had something to drink, so I can't drive home without her." You admit, and he nods.

"Figured." He says. "You look awfully lost." Jimin chuckles, motioning for the bartender he's very familiar with to come over to him. "I mean, I could surely take you to a different place instead-" He starts, but you roll your eyes.

"I'm not hooking up with you, Jimin." You argue softly, and he laughs.

"Well, at least you remember my name." He smiles. "Makes me happy." The vampire smiles, as his friend walks up to him, but you cut him off before he can even say anything.

"Whatever he orders me, I don't want it." You say towards the bartender, who can't mask the amused smirk he breaks out in, looking at Jimin.

"Aw come on!" The vampire in question whines. "I want to be a gentleman!"

"You want to get me drunk and easy to handle, I know guys like you." You say, and at this point it's clear that all joking manner has left your voice, as you push yourself off the chair you're sitting on, walking away.

"You might break your teeth trying to bite her." The bartender sighs, holding onto Jimin's wrist as he attempts to follow you. "Just leave it. Get yourself someone else-" He attempts, but Jimin shakes his head, breaks out of his grip to walk after you.

Because that's actually not what he's attempting to do right now.

"Stop following me!" You bark at him outside, your heels clicking on the ground below.

"Let me at least drive you home." He says calmly, hands in his pockets. "Lizzy has already left with a friend of mine. About half an hour ago." He informs you, and at that you stop and turn around, face awfully upset now as you realize that she's abandoned you. He feels a little sympathy towards you- though at the same time, he tries not to, considering he doesn't want to get attached.

He just wants the excitement, nothing else.

"You.. are you even sober?" You worry, but he nods.

"I don't drink when I'm out like this." He tells you, and you sigh, giving in.

"If you so much as touch me, I swear-!" You start, but he's simply lifting his hands up in defeat, chuckling to himself as he walks you to his car.

"I won't, promise." He offers, opening the passenger door for you, before he gets into the driver's seat. "Would you mind sharing with me why you seem so.. disgusted by the idea of being with me?" He bluntly wonders as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"I'm not.. disgusted." You mumble, pushing your legs shut. You really don't think he's disgusting at all- he's quite handsome, charming, and you can see why Lizzy was so easy to hook up with him. She'd been in your ear about how good he was and how well he treated her, but at the end of the day, you just can't trust any of them anymore. You give him your address, and he nods, seemingly aware of where your apartment building is located.

"But?" He wonders, not letting go of the topic.

"Personal experiences." You simply shrug. "I don't.. like being used." You say quietly, as if you're ashamed to admit it. And in a way, it makes him quiet down a lot- mainly because he can somewhat relate to it. Maybe it would be better to leave you be, in that case. He really doesn't want to become what he's been hurt by in the past, as much as he loves the pleasure.

"Hm, I see." He hums simply, letting go of it for now. "So if I wasn't a vampire, you'd let me?" He wonders, trying to lift the mood with his light-hearted comment- but you don't seem at all uplifted by it.

"That's got nothing to do with it." You simply say. "They're all the same. Human or vampire." You say, looking outside the window of his car.

What a shame.

You're such a pretty thing, sadly ruined by past people who couldn't see what they had. It's awful, but he can see how it could've happened. After all, in a way, you're just the same as he has been in the past. Soft. Gentle. Caring.

Vulnerable.

"Let me give you some advice, darling." He starts after a moment of silence, turning into familiar streets so you know you're almost home. "Stop being so nice." The vampire tells you, pulling up into a parking lot in front of your apartment building, turning his head to look at you. "The more you think about yourself first, the less you'll end up being the one who gets hurt." He says.

"That'll just turn me into the one who hurts others instead." You answer him, and it catches him off guard. "Also- I'm still not gonna hook up with you, even if I was to take your advice." You pout, and he breaks out into a grin, looking at you in a way that makes you awfully shy all of a sudden.

Not because he's looking at you with lust in his eyes- no. This look is something else, something you can't quite describe. Something that looks like genuine interest but also as if he's been challenged- and it's pretty dangerous.

"That's a shame, darling." He hums towards you, reaching out to tug the front of your dress higher to hide your cleavage, making your breath hitch as you realize how.. out there you've been with your choice of dress. "But I'll still be there, if you change your mind." He tells you.

"I won't." You say, opening the door to get out, before you turn slightly to look at him again. "But maybe one day you'll change yours." You say, leaving him alone.

And he can't help but stay frozen for a moment, wondering what you meant.

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quill-pen · 1 year

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I should be sleeping or at least in bed, but late-night creativity always seems to hit me hard. Probably because it's the time of day I can actually sit down and just write without being interrupted while everything and everyone else sleeps. I always regret it in the morning though. lmao--kill me!

Anyway, this wasn't supposed to be a ficlet. I was just going to do another little conversation thing like I normally do, but then my mind said, "Ya know, this would be a fun little thing to write." So... I did. I went all out and did. And it was fun! Except it kept me up until nearly 1 am. Again. Oy....

Anyway--on with the ficlet!

Slight NSFW--I'm gonna go ahead and say 18+ and "Minors get lost" just to be safe.

Summary: A quick comparison of two of my favorite ships from my Scroogeverse: Tom and Addie and Ebenezer and Bess. Which couple wins? You decide!

Warnings: Surprise, surprise--most of these are for Ebeness: brief mention of body-shaming, groping, mention of genitals, dirty talking, lusty idiots in love--I'm surprised there isn't more. As of now, not edited.

Toddie Vs. Ebeness

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Addie Shaw, soon to be Jenkins, leaned heavily against the front counter of Jenkins' Toys and Games, watching as the owner of the establishment and her fiancé, Tom Jenkins, checked the inventory on the shelves. Every so often, after he'd counted up the amount of a certain item, he would call out to her a number and item name and she would dutifully record it in the ledger beside the proper entry. They'd been at it for a little over an hour now, Tom working down the shelves away from the counter. Away from Addie.

Addie drummed the fingers of her left hand against the pages of the ledger book as she heavily rested her face in her right hand. She knew it was stupid, what she was feeling, but she couldn't help it; the further Tom moved away from her, the lonelier she felt. And why on earth should that have been? He was literally right there in the room with her--he wasn't even out of sight behind shelves yet! Still, silly as it was, she did feel lonely and there was no denying it. She couldn't reach out and touch him from here, couldn't feel his warmth, couldn't smell his cinnamony cologne that she loved so much. Addie let her gaze fall down to hold on the pretty silver ring on her ring finger. Now she understood what her cousin Bess meant when she spoke of true love: You didn't need to be next to them all the time, but, ye gods, did you ever want to be!

A brilliant idea suddenly came to the young woman's mind that caused her rosy lips to curl. It was a little bit more of a Bess thing to do, but it seemed like it could be fun. And Addie knew Tom wouldn't mind taking a break.

Gently slapping her hand against the ledger, Addie leaned even more heavily on the counter and sighed extra, extra loudly, making sure to make it sound dramatically forlorn. She thought she did a decent job.

It definitely worked, for Tom immediately stopped in his counting of the checkerboards and turned to look at her. "Is everything all right, Sugarplum-bum?" he asked, looking a tad bit concerned.

Addie met his eyes, looking innocently at him. "Yes," she answered.

"Only, that sigh sounded rather sad," Tom gently pressed further, his gentle brown eyes looking her over.

Addie bit back a smile. Bess was a genius! "Well, as it happens, I am just a tad melancholy," she replied, doing her best to keep the corners of her mouth from curving up.

Tom hopped off his ladder and moved towards her, looking even more worried. "Oh, yes? Might I ask why?"

Addie put on her best pout and puppy-dog eyes, and she must have done a commendable job because she could see an entirely new level of softness well up in her beau's eyes. She internally cheered and made a mental note to discuss her triumph with Bess later. "Well, if you must know, Sugarpie, it's because it's been an hour and five minutes since you last told me you loved me."

Surprise, realization, knowing, and playfulness all flashed through Tom's eyes in a wink. It was incredibly impressive, and Addie quietly wondered if that's what Ebenezer looked like whenever Bess pulled this stunt with him. "Oh, my!" Tom gasped, one hand flying up to cover his mouth, the other his heart. "Oh, I am so sorry, Peachfuzz, so very sorry indeed! Allow me to fix my mistake!" He swept behind the counter and wrapped the plump woman up in his arms, squeezing her tight as he spun her around.

Squealing with delight, Addie wrapped her arms around the man's neck. Then she found herself being lifted up and deposited on the countertop. She blushed pink and giggled as Tom came to stand in front of her, moving between her legs. She probably parted them for him a little bit easier than a lady should have, but she didn't care. They were practically married after all.

Wrapping his arms around her again, Tom stared into his love's shining hazel-nut eyes and smiled ever so lovingly and fondly at her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he murmured. Another kiss to her temple. "I love you." Her other temple. "I love you." He smooched her cute button nose. "I love you." He peppered her cheeks. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!"

Addie laughed, trying to push him away and duck out of the onslaught. "Tom-Tom, please! That's a little too much!"

"Ah, there's never such a thing as too much love, my sweet!" He kept up the assault of butterfly kisses all over her soft, round face before finally planting his lips on hers. Immediately everything slowed, the rest of the world falling away until they were the only two people in the universe.

Addie slowly slipped her hands up to cup Tom's jaw to hold him closer, her fingers curling around his delightfully prominent ears. She delighted at how the closely cropped curls of his 'chops tickled her palms. His thin 'stache scratched against her top lip just so, sending tingles throughout her body. The woman felt as though she were in her own personal Heaven, one that was filled with nothing but Thomas Aaron Jenkins. Not that there ever had been, but there wasn't a trace of doubt in Addie's mind--this was love. True love. And it was hers. It was theirs.

When the couple finally broke apart, Tom touched his forehead to Addie's and gazed deeply into her hazy eyes. "I love you, Adelaide Kathryn Shaw" he repeated, softly, slowly, with meaning in every letter and syllable. "With every bit of my soul, I love you. You make me the happiest man on Earth, and I will dedicate the rest of my life trying to make you the happiest woman on Earth."

Addie smiled adoringly at the man, his words touching her very soul and bringing the slightest burn of tears to her shining eyes. Growing up she'd always been the silly fat girl--too plump, too loud, too attention-seeking. Boys and young men had never looked at her as something to take seriously, never mind something to love or desire. But now here she was, a grown woman in love with an absolutely wonderful grown man who loved her back with all his might, listened to everything she had to say no matter how goofy, and wanted her to be his wife and mother of his children. Addie had never felt so special. Or so happy. "You do that already, Tom," she replied to the man. "You make me so happy, I hardly know what to do with myself."

Tom smirked. "Well, apparently, you're so happy, you stoop to your delightful cousin's manipulations in order to get a little extra affection out of me."

Addie giggled. "It worked, did it not?"

The swarthy man grinned and shook his head. "You Shaw women," he muttered, booping her nose with a finger, "deviants the lot of you. I've never seen more mischievous females."

"You love us and you know it."

"Yes. Mischievous and irresistible--a dangerous combination. Good thing I'm a man that's always liked a little danger."

Addie laughed as he surged back in to kiss her again.

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Ebenezer was adding up the family balance book for the month when the door of his study practically flew open. He took a brief second to look up and catch a glimpse of his wife before turning back to his numbers. "Hello, Darling," he greeted her.

With a melodramatic sigh, Bess leaned heavily against the doorpost and pressed the back of her right hand to her head. "Have you no heart, Ebenezer Charles Scrooge?!" she exclaimed, a theatrical vibrato in her voice.

Still adding up the balance, the reformed miser smirked at the woman's dramatics. Bess always claimed she couldn't stand theater, but the woman took such delight in performing melodrama it was hard to believe her. "Well," he answered, "I have a pulse; so judging from that, I believe I have heart--but I haven't been to the doctor for a good while, so I suppose I can't say with certainty."

"No!" Bess wailed, going full Shakespearean. "No, you haven't a heart! How can you?" She pushed off the doorpost and swept into the room. "How can a man profess to have a heart when he hasn't told his adoring and devoted wife 'I love you' since..." she paused and took a deep, shuddering breath, "... since breakfast hours ago! Oh! Oh, the humanity!" The American pressed a hand to her forehead again and the other to her heart and twirled about before "swooning" and collapsing onto the deep rust, chaise lounge across from his desk. She sobbed, stretching a foot dramatically towards the ceiling: "The humanity!"

That caused Ebenezer to roll his eyes and turn away from the balance book to pivot around in his chair and face the actress that was his wife. He smirked amusedly at her. "You never fail to take it up a notch, do you?" he remarked with a snort.

Bess peeked out of the corner of her eye at the silver-haired man and winked with an impish grin, before resuming character. "Oh, the misery! The despair of being a vibrant, vivacious woman trapped in a loveless marriage!"

"Well, you are most certainly a vibrant, vivacious woman, I'll give you that."

"How can I go on? Knowing that the man I love doesn't love me in return--how can I possibly be expected to go on?! Oh, I am a piteous being! A most wretched and lowly soul cast among the broken and downtrodden of this cold, cruel, heartless world! Oh, woe! Woe is me! Woe is me!" Bess threw herself fully across the lounge, leaning far back over the curved headrest so that she was nearly hanging upside down, a hand still pressed to her brow.

The sound of chuckling reached her ears, followed by a book snapping shut. Then there were footsteps lazily crossed the hardwood floor before the door shut. The sound of the lock turning was what caused the woman to snap her eyes open and sit up to look at her husband. The distinguished gentleman stood there beside the door, watching her intently, his eyes dark. A shiver instantly ran up Bess' spine. She watched carefully as he undid his cuffs and deftly rolled up his sleeves, revealing expanses of slender-built forearms covered in attractive salt-and-pepper hair. Defined, wiry muscles flexed beautifully beneath rosy skin, reminding her of the surprising power and strength those otherwise slender arms possessed: The strength to carry her all the way home from the market when she twisted her ankle; the strength to hold her up and pin her to a wall as he rutted into her until she screamed with ecstasy. Bess gulped, looking from Ebenezer's arms up to his leering face. A thrill shot straight through her down to the special space between her thighs that only Ebenezer knew and could affect so markedly. Instinctively she parted her legs a bit.

"Well, now," Ebenezer rumbled as he slowly trod towards her, fiddling with the last few rolls of his left cuff, "it would appear as though I've been a bad husband--neglectful in my duties and leaving my poor, poor wife to suffer for it."

Bess pouted out her bottom lip. "You have been neglectful," she grumped.

"I know, Sweetness."

"Very, very neglectful."

"I know."

"How am I supposed to know that you still love me when you go hours without telling me, Ebenezer?"

"I know, I know, and I'm so sorry, Bess. So very, very sorry." He knelt on the floor before her, (which was quite gallant to do, as he did not have the youngest knees anymore) and gazed up into her face. He smirked and it held a dangerous edge that matched the blackness of his eyes. "As I have been made aware of this... greatest of transgressions," Ebenezer said, his voice soft but dark, "I would very much like to try and alleviate it." He wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and drew her forward to him. "If only you would be so gracious as to let me, Dearest Wife." He trailed a hand languidly down Bess' long leg until he came to the very hem of her skirt. Moving his hand to touch her stockinged ankle, he traced his hand just as slowly back up under her skirt. His long fingers gently pressed into her flesh.

A squeak caught in Bess's throat as a goofy grin spread across her face along with a strawberry blush. Lord, the effect this devilish man had on her--she'd never get over it. And she never wanted to. "I-" she stopped and cleared her throat, "-I believe I could find it within me to be as such." She shivered at the temperature change on her lower legs as her lover slowly pushed her skirt up higher and higher.

Ebenezer smiled wolfishly. "Thank you, my darling. I am undoubtedly married to a saint of a woman." With his free hand, he took up one of hers and kissed her fingers. "I love you." He kissed her knuckles. "I love you." He kissed the back of her hand. "I love you." All the while, his hand beneath her skirt kept on its trek.

Bess tried to steady her breathing and shifted around to allow him more access as he progressed.

Ebenezer was kissing up her arm now, trailing his lips along its length until he reached her shoulder and pressed a firmer kiss there. "I love you," he whispered into her blouse. He turned his face to hers with devilishly glittering eyes and asked, "Is this making things better, my love?"

Bess shuddered a breath and nodded her head, unable to find her voice.

"But not quite enough is it? No, you went hours without hearing an 'I love you' from my lips--a few kisses will not suffice." He moved his head to the center of her chest and pressed a kiss to her clothed sternum, then a trail of them up over her collarbone and the column of her throat.

Bess moaned as his lips gently sucked at her sensitive skin, tilting her head back just slightly. Little twinges of pleasure sparked deep in her belly; heat pooled in her pelvis. How was it possible for anyone to be so good with their mouth all the damn time? She hadn't the time to consider that question as suddenly her man's lips were upon hers, claiming them fully. She leaned into it, tilting her head for a better angle and molding her fully lips to dance with his soft, smooth, slender ones. Without thinking she brought both her hands up to skim his shoulder and clutch at the back of his neck, one hand moving higher to twine into his soft, steely hair. A large hand squeezed her left knee ticklishly, and Bess squealed, allowing Ebenezer the perfect opportunity to plunder her mouth with his tongue. She moaned at the taste of him--he'd sucked on a peppermint recently-- and allowed him to push her deeper into the lounge. Before she knew it, she was lying back with her man stretched atop her and nestled comfortably between her legs. She had no complaints.

Finally, the kiss ended as both parties desperately needed more air than they could find through their nostrils. Hearts racing, lungs heaving, they gazed into each other's lusty, half-lidded eyes. Each party thought the other a spectacular vision with their flushed cheeks and glistening lips. They could have stayed in such a way forever and been content.

"I love you, Elizabeth Felicity Scrooge," Ebenezer rasped, voice as full of adoration and devotion as desire. It warmed Bess' very soul. "I love you so much, I don't believe I could ever voice it effectively to you." The man's lips curled into a delightfully wicked sneer as his once-slate-blue-now-black eyes gleamed with devilry. "Therefore, I believe I shall have to write it out with my tongue and fingers both on and in that delectable little quim of yours."

Bess was sure she could have burned to ashes on the spot with the heat that flared throughout her body. "Ebenezer!" she squeaked incredulously.

A dark, rumbling burr of a chuckle rolled up from deep in the Englishman's chest. "Oh, I love it when you say my name, She-Wolf," he snarled, touching his nose to hers as he glowered seductively into her eyes. He trailed his hand further up her thigh to find it bare and gave it an appreciative squeeze. Its mistress squealed, and he felt his pants grow ever more constrictive. "And I can't wait to hear you scream it again."

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milkywaybottles · 2 years

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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader

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A/N: I'm so sorry these have been taking so long to come out. I'm gonna be fully honest when I say that sometimes I simply get burnt out, and there are other things in demand first, such as my requests. I am trying my best :')

Much love xx

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Chapter 9: Wounds Cut Deep

You had been the only person to see Ada in a week, and even then, she was hesitant about your visits. She could use excuses to avoid Polly, Polly was directly a part of her family which caused her suffering, but she needed your help managing a newborn child. Her pride was strong, but her desperation was stronger. When your eyes landed on her, it was easy to see how exhausted she truly was. Her hair was scrambled, dark and heavy bags under her eyes, dressed in robes while holding Karl. As soon as you entered the room, your ears were filled with the sound of his screams.

"You've changed his nappy?" you questioned, holding out your arms and offering to take him. Ada shifted, presenting the baby to you.

"And fed him. I don't know what he wants" she admitted tiredly, passing you Karl. You took him ever so gently, hands barely moving at his light weight. Within a split moment, his mouth snapped shut and he watched you with his orb-like eyes. Ada tilted her head in surprise and squeezed her eyes shut, a smile making its way onto her face.

"Maybe he's just lonely" you mused, planting your finger to Karl's nose, knowing neither of them could go on like this any longer.

Her eyes flickered up at you with ferocity, tossing the burping cloths rather aggressively on one of the wicker chairs. She raised her hand and brushed you off quickly. It became clear that these wounds would not heal quickly. "Don't start with me. You choose to associate with the people who put me here"

You thought, wondering if you should reply or simply leave it alone. "Ada, he's your brother. He told me he didn't do it-"

"Oh! And you just believe him?" She snapped, crossing her arms across her chest. You reeled at her tone. "God, he's got you wrapped around his finger. You pretend to know him so well but can you really trust anything he says?". Your mouth was overcome with a bitter flavour, knitting your brows at her claims.

Karl suddenly burst into an ear-piercing cry as the rocking motion of your arms ceased. Your friend scowled, though her weary eyes remain planted on her baby. You shook your head slowly in indescribable disappointment, passing her the baby.

"I'm just going to leave you be. Enjoy the bread and milk"

Within a split moment, you had disappeared out the door with your belongings shoved tightly under your arm. The problem remained as you paced down the street.

What if she had a point?

"So?" the begrudging voice quizzed.

You huffed rather amusedly, a cloud of smoke spilling from your lips when bringing the cigarette down to your side. His head perked in curiosity, eyes flickering over your body, examining every inch of it with ferocity. He wasn't one to express his feelings verbally, but you could tell just by the way his body twitched that he was eager for a response.

"She's pissed, Tommy, what else?". Tommy manoeuvred towards you, pressing the arm of his tailored coat to the bar bench. You spied Grace's eyes shift over you both from the corner of your eye, focusing her head on the floor. Your lips cocked a half-smile, taking another puff. You had an irking feeling that woman was like a gossiping hen, clucking around for her next dig.

It didn't take Tommy long to notice your uneasiness to divulge family matters in front of the barmaid. So, he sighed and brought his finger up, curling it in a manner that suggested you come closer. Your cheeks flushed a rosy red as your body edged mindlessly towards him.

Grace's hands scrunched into the worn fabric of her dress.

In an instant, his lips were against your ear, steamy breath raking across your cheek. The smell of aftershave consumed your senses, causing the hairs on your nape to rise. "And what am I supposed to do about that, love, eh?"

You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but it wasn’t that.

You pulled back hesitantly, “Well, there are two things you can tell her. You can tell her whatever the truth is, or you could lie”.

Seemingly unsatisfied with your provided solution, he took a swig of whiskey and turned back to the bar. A headache pulsed through your skull, prompting you to bring your hand to your head and pinch your temple for relief. Then, you brought the glass of amber liquid to your parted lips, relishing in the dull burn of the alcohol as it flowed into your throat.

He took another sip of his drink, cigarette hanging from his fingers.

You sighed.

The echo of footsteps bounced off the floor, causing your ears to perk up at the sound as they neared closer. A man was clad in a muddy-coloured suit, ears sticking out from his head. He wore a serious expression, not removing his eyes from Tommy.

His accent was as clear as day, "Mr Shelby?"

There had been an influx of Irishmen in Birmingham as of late, provoking your suspicions. Between the Communists and the IRA, nobody could catch a break.

"Who's asking?"A typical Tommy Shelby response. He didn't spare the man a glance in his direction, taking a drag and exhaling.

"My name is Byrne. I had word from your man in Camden Town you wanted to parley". You observed the pair with a stiff and unreadable expression. Byrne's eyes drifted from Tommy to you, then again in the opposite fashion. You could tell he was making many loose assumptions based on you. Your social status, your appearance, your demeanour, and even your drink were all factors he quickly took into consideration.

Let him make all the assumptions, you thought.

"Then parley it is"

Byrne paused before speaking again, "A few months ago, a man named Ryan came to this place with a view to buying some goods from you. Mr Ryan met with an accident. He was shot"

Tommy only nodded, "I heard"

He had done more than 'hear', you knew that for certain.

"He was a man with a quick mouth. I know that" he sucked his teeth inwards, outwardly gesturing with a flick of his head to the clientele of the Garrison, "I'm wondering if he made any enemies in here"

"None that I know of"

Byrne lent forward and smiled, baring his yellowing teeth, "It's not the kind of place to make enemies"

Tommy laughed exasperatedly, "All are welcome here, Mr Byrne". It was more of a false laugh, the kind someone would express in order to seem polite, even if both parties knew it was merely small talk.

"Including Irish?" he shot back.

"Oh, especially the Irish"

"Ryan told you he was a member of the Irish Republican Army. Was he still welcome?". While clear before, it became crystal that the man only had malicious intentions. It was as if a dark cloud hung over him, threatening to spill rain at any second.

Tommy put down his cigarette, shaking his head only to reaffirm his previous statement, "Like I said, any man... or lady that buys a beer is welcome". His avoidant style made perfect sense to you. There were no flies on Tommy, he knew not to antagonise nor make a scene if not necessary.

"Perhaps you didn't believe him" he continued.

Tommy's eyes darkened, and from under the bench, you watched as his fists curled before turning to the man in annoyance. His jaw was clenched, eyes crinkling as he made a face. "In pubs, sometimes people say things, sometimes it's the whiskey talkin'. It's hard to tell which is which"

Byrne was not fooled by this excuse, "As a teetotal man, I find that amusing. Except when it ends in tragedy"

From his demeanour, you had a feeling you were no longer meant to be listening in on this conversation. Was it going to stop you? Of course not, but you needed to make sure you were subtle. You moved your attention away from the two, lifting your right ear to them nonchalantly. In the process, your heel almost slipped from the bottom of the bar stool, your face paling.

Luckily, there was no reaction from the two.

"Would you like some water and cordial, Mr Byrne?". You remained impressed at Tommy's cool composure, eyebrow arching in inquiry.

"You see Mr Shelby, Ryan, for all his quick mouth, was indeed connected. Very well connected to our brotherhood. By membership and blood... He was my cousin. I am from South Armagh. I'm a man of influence there. Cordial and water would be grand, Mr Shelby"

"Grace, bring some cordial and water to the snug"

"Yes, Mr Shelby"

Grace lept from the seat she had taken, and in an instant, she was making her pretty little way over to the family snug with a jar and glasses wedged in her hands. The two retreated into the comfort of the snug, harshly ending your interference. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, your finger running against the rim of your glass.

Tommy Shelby knew you too well.

He would have known exactly what you were doing and you were sure to receive a lecture about it after.

The clock taunted you, each minute ticking by. You drummed your fingers against the bench, waiting for any sign of movement within the snug. It seemed to go on for hours, a thickness hanging in the air. The Garrison had quietened, not too the full extent but enough for the regulars to understand that something was going on. Not a single customer had come or gone.

The lazy afternoon was stretching on.

You yawned, finally feeling the waves of dizziness come over you. The coat that was settled on your shoulders provided just enough warmth to possibly send you into hibernation. Grace shot you a thin lipped smile and scrubbed down the bar with a rag.

Eventually, your daze was broken by the slamming of a door. Byrne emerged but gave you no time to spectate before vacating the building. Your head snapped towards the snug door with urgency. As your gaze met Tommy’s, you couldn’t help but throw him a grin,

“What? I like to know what goes on around here”

His look was the same as a father would give their misbehaving child, but it quickly softened as he pushed his whiskey glass forward on the bench. Grace skipped over and plucked it before it had a chance to collect dust.

“You always have, love. The army should consider recruiting you as a spy next time”

This statement was followed by the unsettled clanging of glasses. Your head shot to Grace who suddenly looked rattled, eyes wide as saucers for a moment before she composed herself. Tommy didn’t seem to give her much notice.

Your eyes narrowed as she refused to make eye contact, leaning your head to the palm of your hand in thought.

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#the peaky blinders #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #female reader #she/her #cillian murphy #season 1 episode 5

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Luz in the suneye au?

Luz in this au isn't that much difference from Canon. Her personality and backstory is around the same. The difference is how she got to the ills.

After Luz got out of the principal office in the first episode. Luz and Camila were discussing ( more like arguing) about camp in the streets. When Caleb passed by and just so happened to hear their conversation. He suggested a different situation. He shows Luz and Camila the boiling isles. Luz is amaz by the isles. ( cause of the of the magic fan girl she is ) Caleb suggest that Luz be a transfer at hexsided and learns magic and fighting. Camila begrudgingly agree. Especially when Caleb said that he and his family will make sure she's safe.

From that moment on Luz lives at the owls House with Caleb, eda and Raine and a transfer student at hexside. Her relationship around the same. Raine is a prenatal figure to. Caleb becomes a father figure to her.

How Luz learned gliphs is also different. After a week at being at hexsided is wondering if how she can learn magic when she was human. She asked Caleb and eda of what to do. Caleb suggest a palimen cause that what he uses but eda said that she wasn't really yet so that was out of the question. Then eda remembers about gliphs and suggest that then looks at Caleb " why you looking at me for. " " you don't know ene. You fight in a war!" Eda said " never needed them " he shrugged " dage I wish I paid attention when uncle Phil substitute for aunt Rosie. " she mumbleed then it hit her. " why not ask my uncle Philip!" Luz was confused cause she's never even heard of this uncle before. " Philip wittesmith..he works at the graveyard..a janitor at your school. " then she has a realization. He was the creepy janitor that everyone talks about at school. " that creepy janitor that everyone talks about! That your uncle!" Eda nodded "yes though technically he's my grate- great - grade.... a lot of grate he's grandpa Caleb's younger brother. " then Luz eyes widen' he has a brother ' the thought as her eyes went to the old man" my relationship with my brother is complicated. We don't talk much. " eda then said " ene way. He's a genius at gliphs. He used them in the undead war. He's the perfect to teach you and don't were he's a nice guy when you get to know him."

The next day she went to find Philip after school. She was intimidated by him at first given his creepy ara. She followed him to the graveyard. " are you gonna say there squirt or are you gonna help ?" He said to Luz. For that whole afternoon she helped Philip with chores at the graveyard. While their doing chores Luz noticed that this isn't a usual graveyard. There all sorts of old mechanisms, weapons and a training area. The graves were not as sad as they were in the human realm. Philip Tell Luz of the history of the grave guardians and that he was the last one. Philip has Luz help him putting flowers at the graves. When they get to the clowthorn and wittesmith section of the graveyard. She ponts to Jacob graves asking who's that ( Jacob and jays graves are bigger cause they were heroes and founded a government.) Philip looks at her and says " that my son Jacob. He died a long time ago." She looks at the date it on the grave " it was around 300 years ago!" She yelled. Philip shrugged " older than I look squirt." " and the other one. " my nephew.. Caleb's son. Hunter but he went by Jay." Philip said. She didn't press further ' I need to asked Caleb about his age.' Luz thought

After the chores. Luz finally ask Philip if he can teach her gliphs. He said yes if only she can find the mane 4 gliphs. " how am I supposed to do that?" He gave a soft smile and said " just look up squirt." He said as he turned Luz head up to the stairs then she sees the light gliph.

After she that she finds the others and Philip teachs her gliphs companions and how to use a sword. She eventually sees Philip as a father figure to. Luz basically just gets adopted by the wittebane - Smith family ( and the clawthorns to but you know that ) I mean she gets invited to dinners. Rosie makes her lunchs with marry. Marry becomes like her big sister and who she goes to for relationship advice and other girl problems she can't really tell eda . Thorn offers to beat up anybody she doesn't like. Philip made her a sword with the gliph he uses on soulWalkers dearing the undead war. Cause he made all of his descendants weapons that way.

Her friendship are around the same. She's still friends with willow, Gus, and Amity ( though Amity is different in this au Heads up) hunter is a different story .....cause you know monsters for a calte. Same thing with King

She still ends up with Amity. But it's a little bit of a slow burn. ( a little bit not a lot. I mean this ain't miraculous levels here)

I like to think that the grief of her dad passing will be more present with her character in this au. Like it the reason she didn't go out of her way to make friends in the human realm. Cause your telling me that a girl with the personality like Luz won't have tons of friends. ( I mean she's someone I would hang out with). That's the most unrealistic thing about the owl house ( my opinion). She eventually to learn to cope with grief with her mom thank to the people around her. ( thought this is just a critique I have about her character that the show doesn't do well.ill try to dwell much on that)

As said she gets a cool sword. That she can put gliphs and combo in to use it.

She collect father's figures like Pokemon cards

I still really haven't thought of a way to include her more in this au. Like is she a mane character or not.. that sorte of jig. ( maybe cause I don't really find her all that interesting. Not that I hate her. I really liked her. I think she's a likeable protagonist.)

This ain't an official of what she dresses like in this au. But I envision her wearing a crop top and bell bottoms jeans with stars. ( the reference photos.) You can't tell me that Luz ain't the type of girl who would wear crops top and bell bottoms. ( this is Old art BTW)

fell free at ask about anything in this au

#toh camila #philip wittebane #the owl house #emperor belos #caleb wittebane #belos #oc x canon #toh au #toh #owl house au #hunter wittebane #toh raine #eda clawthorne #luz nodeda #toh luz #toh lumity #lumity #suneye au

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Last minute commisions - Chapter three

Summary: What was supposed to be a fun time for Wanda planning your dates ends up in chaos for both of you when she gets a last minute order.

Series: Scarlet Pastries Au

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I have been a bit busy the past week or so and so this chapter is short but hey i have a chapter up !!! also big thanks to @inkblot-inc for the chapter title cause my brain is dumb

Enjoy besties ! Happy reading

Wanda was so excited about this upcoming date with you. She had made a plan of what she wanted to do with you on Saturday, had everything set up, and made sure to get babysitting for the boys and everything. Wanda was determined to make this the best date you’ve ever been on.

As always the world always loves to fuck her over and she was stuck at work trying her best to finish up the big last-minute order she got from the country club in town. There was so way that she could say no to that, too much money would be on the line for her. Not to mention how this would bring more attention to her bakery, meaning more customers who want to hire her and the bakery becoming well known. And a way to try to get more practice on decorating for big events and not just the usual fundraisers and birthday parties that she’s done so many times. Yeah, small events aren't bad either she just wants to get more practice with those.

Now here the woman was in the kitchen in the Bakery, trying to write out the flavors she was thinking of making for the cupcakes and how many she would need. Rose and Agatha were able to pick up the boys from school today and babysit them so she could finish up the order for the upcoming country club event and all she could think about right now is you.

Wanda knew you were excited to see what she had in store for Saturday but was too busy at the moment to even send a text to you, assuming that you were just working at the office today and she probably would not see you till the next day.

Or so she thought.

Back in her neighborhood, Agatha was having a bit of an issue with her son ( Senor scratchy the bunny) not wanting to eat his food but her wife was working at the moment. Her wife was here with her to help but had gotten called to cover someone's shift and Agatha was left alone with the boys.

You on the other hand were just in your house trying to make one of your regular recipes of the week for dinner. What you didn't expect to happen is a knock on the door and were very much ready to tell Ralph to stop asking for stuff from you. Though you open the door to find 2 twin boys looking at you with smiles on their faces and your friend who’s holding her pet bunny with concern.

“ Oh hi boys,” you say as they both make their way to you to hug them, “ I’m happy to see both of you don’t get me wrong but what’s going on?”

“ Someone is wrong is Agathas Bunny,” Tommy says, pointing to the bunny that is wrapped around in a towel, making your heart hurt a bit.

“ Wanda asked me to babysit the boys cause she has to finish this big order she got last minute for the big country club gala and this one,” she motions to the white bunny,” hasn't been feeling the best and I need to make my way with him to the vet.”

“ Oh “

“ I wouldn't ask you for favors y/n but my Rosie is still at work and I don’t want to have their mother worrying even more especially with this important order, would you please just watch them for me the rest of the time? It’s only gonna be another 2 hours left,” she says to you with the very much bunny in hand.

One on hand, you want to help out Agatha because you’re her only hope. Then again on the other hand you don’t want to bore the boys with your house since it’s been a while since you’ve babysat them and they have never come to their house.

“ Yeah I can look over the boy's Aggie,” you say as you let both of them into your house and they make their way into the living room, taking a bit to take in the decor in your house. Agatha gives you a quick hug before speeding away to her car, while you are left trying to figure out what to do with the two young children for the next couple of hours. But before that, you have to text Wanda so she knows the boys are.

You know who: Wanda the boys are with me! Agatha had to go to the vet about Senor Scratchy just now so just informing you !

Right as you send that message you leave your phone on the kitchen counter and attempt to make a kid-friendly dinner for the boys who seem to be interested in the show on the tv. Tommy is paying close attention to how they cook the food while Billy seems to be wondering what you might be thinking of as you look in the fridge and decided to walk into the kitchen.

“I could make some quick noodles, or maybe make some eggs,” you say to yourself and the lack of food you have in your fridge. Working during the week keeps you busy and you didn’t expect to have many people over. No problem for you since you can work on what you got.

“ y/n what are you doing?” the boy asks you and you turn around to see him standing behind you so you make some space to let him look at the inside of the fridge with you. Maybe he could also help you decide what to cook while you look over them.

And it helps you when you find yourself making some chicken for them to eat.

A good 30 minutes since you sent the text to your friend and she had given herself a bit of a break from tasting some flavors for the Saturday event to check her phone. Only to see the text that was sent by you and she starts to wonder how the heck that even happened Agatha would have at least let her know about leaving the boys at your house and not just leaving them. No texts or calls from her other friend so Wanda gives herself a couple of minutes to give you a call to see what’s up.

It only takes her a good two minutes before you answer back and she could hear the giggling of her boys in her background and it calms her down a bit for the moment. “ Wanda hey! What’s up? the boys and I are making some chicken while we watch tv,” you say to her on the phone.

“ Hey y/n, that’s good but why are the boys with you? I mean I don’t mind if you babysit them but Agatha had been doing that and I don’t want to be a burden to you with the boys-”

“ Wanda! Remember to take a minute to breathe,” she can hear you pause as she takes a bit to breathe in and out,” as I said in the text, Agatha had an emergency with Senor Scratchy and she came to me asking to look over them and I told her yes. I’m always happy to babysit the boys at my place honey, don’t think you're burdening me by even asking me”.

“ Oh ok yeah yeah yeah yeah,” Wanda says on the other line, not hearing the rest of what you said and focusing on the little pet name you just called her. It calmed her down after her rambling and now she’s blushing like an idiot over such a simple thing but you can't blame her if it’s been years since she’s been called them.

“ Wanda ?” You ask her.

“ Yeah y/n?”

“ Does that mean that we might have to replan the date for another time? Agatha mentioned something about an important order and it’s a good idea to do it another time,” you say to her. Wanda was too busy working at the bakery to even think of re-planning the date.

“ NO NO NO”

“ What do you mean Wanda?”

“ Do you have free time on Friday by chance? In the afternoon? We can do something by then so we don’t have to wait a couple of more weeks?” Wanda says with a bit of hope in her. She has the free time this week so it’s better to just have the date now before she’s occupied with work and the boys. The universe hasn't failed her in the last couple of weeks.

“ I think yes but are you sure Wanda?”

“ Yes, “ she says in a firm tone, as to make a point to you. After that Wanda updates on how much longer she’ll be at the bakery, both of you say your goodbyes. Wanda decided that she can use the last hour to just take note of what she plans on making Saturday morning and clean up. She wants to get home to her boys after this long day, maybe take some time to herself with a nice cold bath

These next couple of days are going to prove to be busy for her that’s for sure.

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You and the boys were having a fun time, finding one of your unopened lego sets to put together for the past hour. All of you worked together to build the architecture set of New York until you heard a knock at your door and the disappointed faces of the young kids at the unfinished set in front of them. Even with the circumstances, both of them are determined to finish the lego set before they make their way home and you make your way to the door to find the redhead woman, who looks like she hasn’t slept in ages, still very much messy from being in the past couple of hours baking different things for the big events dessert order.

“ Wow you look like you’ve seen some things, Wanda,” you joke and she playfully slaps your shoulder and you let her into your house to see that the boys finished the last part of the Lego set. Both of them smile at the completed outcome and then smile even more after seeing that their mom’s there to take them home. It always warms your heart to see how cute the boys are when it comes to their mom.

“ Did you boys have fun today with Agatha and y/n?” She asks her sons and they nod in response. Wanda feels nothing but gratitude and happiness that she knows you.

“ Okay how about both of you go collet your things while I talk for a bit with y/n okay,?” and the boys make their way to the living room so the both of you can get some time to talk.

“ y/n, how about you come over to the bakery Friday at 4 pm? I’ll have it closed by then and I have some fun plans for us,” she says and you take a minute to think it over.

“ Wanda are you sure? cause I don’t want to stress you out with the date while you have this big order to do and I don’t mind waiting a couple of weeks when you have free time,” you tell her. As much as you would love to spend your Friday with Wanda and are curious as to what she’s planned, it’s better for the both of you if the date happened when she had other things going on.

“ y/n,” she says

“ I mean it, Wanda,” you say holding her hand,” I think your focus should be on this big order you have this Saturday and I don’t mind waiting for you”. It would be a big lie to say Wanda was disappointed in your answer. Both of you have the time on Friday to have the date, it’s possible too. But as she begins to think about it more she sees that you do have a point in waiting when both of you have free time.

“ I see your point honey, I can wait for the date but please and I mean please tell me when you have free time,” she says when the boys make their way to Wanda and you give the usual goodbyes to the family. Not before leaving Wanda with a hug and a kiss on the cheeks and you make your way back inside to display the completed Lego set in your home so you can get started with your night routine.

Right after the hug and kiss on the cheek, the redhead walks across the street to her house blushing and getting weird looks from her boys, probably curious as to why their mom is as red as a tomato. Tommy and Billy decided that it was a problem for another day and leave their mom in the kitchen while she frantically texted her 2 friends about what just happened now.

Red wiggly woos: she kissed me on the cheek and hugged me

Aggie: a hug ? and a kiss on the cheek? Oh wow how romantic

Rosie: Honey stop with the sarcasm!!! Wanda dear that so great?

Red wiggly woos: y/n also said she’d wait for me to have the date when I have the free time

Aggie: Not this week?

Red wiggly woos: How can I if I have to focus on a big order for the country club, Agatha? She understood it too even with the sad little face I saw

Rosie: Puppy, y/n is a puppy

Red wiggly woos: DO NOT MAKE ME FEEL BAD ABOUT IT ROSE PLS

Rosie: I'm just joking honey, calm down but y/n is a keeper if she’s willing to wait when you have the free time and aren’t focusing on other things

Aggie: God Rosie this is why I love you, you have such a way with words

Rosie: that’s because I know how to interact with people honey

Aggie: wow the heartbreak

Red wiggly woos: she’s right but anyways, thanks for texting, good night to both of you <3

For some a simple hug followed up by kisses might mean nothing to them but Wanda can’t say the same in her opinion. It’s been so many years of nobody showing her any sort of romantic interest that something so simple to many others is the highlight of her day that she doesn’t mind gushing about to her friends. Wanda checks the time on her phone and makes her way to the boys' shared bedroom to find both of them reading their books.

“ Are my babies ready to hear a bedtime story and to be tucked in?” she asks both of them ready to tell them a bedtime story and tuck them in when she gets an unexpected question from Tommy.

“ Why were you blushing after we left y/n’s house mommy ?” Tommy asks his mom with curiosity.

At that moment, she had no idea without making it confusing for both of them, she has no way to really navigate this at all. Wanda was hoping that once your relationship got more serious then maybe she would tell her sons about what’s happening between the two of you but that was out the table when they saw how red their mom got after leaving your house and coming home.

“ She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug Tommy, like friends do of course,” she says while tucking him into bed and making sure he’s snug in his bed. It might not be the best answer that she can give to her kids but it’s the one that they’ll get for now.

“ Can we do that with our friends Mommy?” Billy asks his mom after answering her brother's question and regrets her actions now. She could have saved this for later.

“ Both of you,” she begins,” are too young to be kissing your friends on the cheek but you can give as many hugs as you want to friends but as long as you ask beforehand. Always asks so they don’t get uncomfortable got it?” she says to billy who is also now tucked into his bed and he nods at the question. Once Wanda read them a bedtime story, she kissed both of them goodnight and made her way to her room for some much-needed sleep after a long day and tries to get more sleep for the next busy couple of days she has ahead of her.

Right as she gets into bed she hears her phone go off with a message.

A message from you that reads :

You know who: Hope you have a goodnight Wanda honey <3 have sweet dreams

Wanda sends back a quick text to you before setting her phone on her nightstand and heading off to get some well-deserved rest.

#lizs writing #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #Wanda maximoff fluff #marvel insert #Baker!Wanda Au #Scarlet Pastries Au

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timemachineyeah · 2 years

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This is going to be a vent post. I’m fine. It’s okay! Sometimes I just need to rage uselessly against things no one can control before once again trying to be my usual pragmatic make-the-best-of-things self.

If you do not wish to read a vent, that’s understandable. Please scroll. Okay. 😘

Jesus Charcuterie Christ I am so fucking sick of chronic illness.

I am tired of the dirty bathroom, which I cannot clean because the energy just doesn’t exist even though I want to clean it. Even though I like cleaning a bathroom! When I was a kid I used to volunteer to be the one assigned to the bathroom!

This morning I woke up and changed the litter and I think a box was heavier than I had anticipated or something but I ended up so exhausted I couldn’t really stand or move my arms. It took me twenty minutes to eat a yogurt cup. My brother came home with groceries and I couldn’t jump up to help him put them away. I wanted to get out of his hair by going back to my room but I needed to sit for another hour before I had rested enough to walk back up the stairs.

It’s not always this bad. But god, when it’s this bad I want to scream. I want to tear out the tongues of every well meaning person or doctor who’s ever told me to just slowly try to build my stamina. Have you tried yoga? You should be doing aerobic exercise to the point of not being able to speak between breaths at least three time a week! My body gives out before I can get winded. My hands shake. I can’t open the cracker box. I can barely swallow. Sometimes I can’t hold a conversation. I hate it. I hate it.

I went to the doctor in March and made a follow up appointment that was supposed to happen today, but I got a call that it was canceled and rescheduled for next month. I should be relieved because I was really going to have to push myself to get there. I was able to go back to bed. Instead I just want the doctor to see me. To hear me. To do something.

“We’re not going to be able to support you forever”, my mom tells me, at least once or twice a month. Not to be shaming. She’s just telling the truth. My parents are aging. Their income is decreasing, their health is declining, they don’t know how Dad’ll ever be able to retire but his job is actively killing him. I never know what to say. I always say, “I know”, because I know. But I also know I literally cannot do any more than I’m doing. I had to take breaks between lifting the yogurt spoon to my mouth. I had to take the stairs one at a time.

I want to do so many things. I have so many ideas, so many dreams, so many causes. I want to scream, “Mom, you more than anyone know how stubborn I am! How determined I can be!!!” I am too tired to even have big feelings. Anger and despair are both exhausting. A good mood gives me more energy, so I have become So. Fucking. Tempered. Kind. Balanced. Rosy. I can and WILL find the bright side if it fucking kills me because if I don’t it will. But even that is tiring. It’s so tiring to not be able to have the bad feelings because you know the bad feelings will cost you even more of your life.

I know this is real. I just want any other person to know it too, as surely as I do. I just wish a doctor could see it, acknowledge its truth, tell me why. Bonus points if they can make it even a little better.

I looked up the date of my first MRI, the one I got when this all started. A few weeks ago while lying on the floor between my bedroom and the bathroom I started to wonder about MS, the disease that killed my mother’s little sister. It was the first thing I suspected when this all started so it was the first thing they looked for. I looked up that MRI, and it was in 2014.

Eight years. This has been going on for eight years.

I might have them do another, on the off chance this IS multiple sclerosis and the first MRI was just too early. I was gonna ask about it today, but the appointment was canceled.

I want to clean the bathroom. Maybe I can just clean the sink. Maybe that won’t be too much.

I miss going on long walks. I used to walk ten miles in a day. Now a block wipes me out.

I am adjusting. I am accommodating myself as much as I can. I am doing my best. If it never gets better I will find a way to make the best of what I’ve got.

But eight years. God fucking dammit. I could’ve done so much. Who would possibly fake this and why. For what??? Attention? Sympathy? Where. I don’t get those things. To get out of work? Even the work I love? Even play? Even free time and friends??? I lose those things as much, if not more. I am not married, I don’t have kids - these are things I wanted! I want to date! Fuck! I’m so mad. It’s 2:30 in the afternoon on a Monday and I am sitting in my room with the lights off and all the curtains drawn around my bed typing on my phone made as dark as possible so it doesn’t strain my eyes and I would rather be doing so many other things. Instead I’m probably going to go back and forth between a video game and my bed all day. Maybe I’ll wash the sink.

It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. But this is real. This is so real. I have lost so much. This isn’t fun for me. It’s not a game. And it should be a cry for help, because I need help, but I actually fucking hate asking for help. I just want to be able to do it myself. That’s all I ever wanted.

#timemachine wuz here #chronic illness #cn vent #this is okay to reblog if it resonates

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities @jimidol @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @ggukkieland @unicornbabylover @thebeebi @preciouschimine @ladyartemesia @moonchild1 @jikookiekosmos @marcoazz2 @kootaes @wearenot7withu @codeinebelle @bigbootyjoonie @thisartemisnevermisses @maichiverse @ppeachyttae @fairysunooo @secretlycrazyhummingbird @yukiehyukie

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

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Wildest Dreams - Michael Afton x Reader

I don't think this story needs any warnings, besides a small implied mention of sexual activity, nothing major. If there are any other warnings in this story, let me know!! This is my first work of fan-fiction, and first work of writing I've published! Please be nice! Constructive criticism is always welcome!!

Song:

"He said let's get out of this town, drive out of the city away from the crowds"

We left the small town in Tennessee, which when you're dating a boy from Britain can feel like a crowd of 100 Billion people. We decided to drive away to the big city next to the town over instead of staying in our town. Nobody we knew could see us.

"I though heaven can't help me now, nothing lasts forever but this is gonna take me down"

I've dated before, just never anyone who I didn't see an end with. We all know love can never last, my first love at 8 moved away, 14 I was rejected by a boy in my class in front of the entire cafeteria, and at 16 the boy i was seeing cheated on me. Although with this man, nothing can save me from this heartbreak, not even heaven.

"He's so tall and handsome as hell"

He stood at a stature of 6'2, and had dark brown almost black hair. The contrast with his blue eyes were stunning. He was like forbidden fruit. I know I shouldn't take him up on another date, or anything of the sort but it's just so tempting.

"He's so bad, but he does it so well"

His name is Michael. Michael Afton, he's the typical boy who causes trouble and messes with teachers, but it somehow makes him all the more attractive in his mischief. He does his bad-boy thing better than any of the other boys.

"I can see the end as it beings"

I see the way we'll end. It'll crash and burn. I may even cry. We'll end in a park, on the 3rd date. We hadn't kissed yet so it wasn't that "important" even if it is. Wake me up when it's done. I won't let him see me cry over him.

"My one condition is, say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset, babe"

I'll wear my best sundress and we'll go on our last date, the one with our first and last kiss, I'll hold his hand while we stare at the sunset and I'll give him genuine "I Love You" eyes. That look that can say one million words.

"Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again even if it's just in your"

Tonight is the night, I put on my makeup, primer, foundation, contour, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and then lipstick. I go wait at my door for him. He picks me up at 7:30, 15 minutes before he said he would. He took me to that spot in the park by the lake and he told me I looked beautiful. This is gonna take me down.

"wildest dreams"

In his dreams what am I? A real true lover? What am I to him?

"I said no-one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, clothes are in the room

we went back to that city, we talked for hours, eventually his hands ended up in my hair, our clothes somewhere in the room.

"And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever, but this is getting good now"

This romance is getting good now, hos voice is so familiar yet distant, maybe that's just me, maybe I should give Michael a chance, and not detach so soon,

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sour--disposition · 3 years

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Take Me By The Hand

harry lewis x fem!reader

requested: Heyy, could you do the ‘take my hand’ concept that you did with JJ, but with Harry?? Love your writing sm! Xxx

please see my pinned post for masterlist and request info!

One taking the others hand to help them up

You were 4 when you first met Harry properly. You’d been running around the playground, chasing after one of your friends when you’d taken a tumble and ended up in a small heap on the floor. Harry had come trotting over, sticking out a hand to help you up.

“Is your knee okay?”, he asked you.

“I don’t think so. It’s bleeding”, you told him sadly.

Harry kept hold of your hand, dragging you over to where the teachers on duty were standing. “She hurt her knee”, Harry said bluntly, poking one of the adults and then pointing to your knee.

Harry followed you and the teacher inside, sitting next to you as you had your knee cleaned and a plaster stuck on. The teacher left to fill in the accident book and write a note for you to take home. “I’m Harry”, the boy said as soon as she’d left.

“I’m Y/N”, you told him with a bright grin.

“Shall we be best friends?”, Harry asked with a toothy smile.

“Yes!”.

Holding hands whilst one walks on a small wall

You and Harry had stayed best friends from that day forward. There wasn’t anything that you didn’t do together. Harry would always be the first person you’d turn to whenever anything was wrong. He held your hand through every trip you took to the first aid room in your primary school and he shouldered his way through to sit next to you whenever you were in a classroom together.

Harry asked you out on your first date when you were both 15. You’d gone to his house after school, pestering him until he did his homework before you let him outside. He’d been pacing around the lawn in front of you, completely distracted from his kickaround with Josh, as you sat on the deck with Rosie.

“What’s wrong with him?”, she asked from beside you.

“I have no idea”, you told her. “You know what he’s like though”, you dismissed, all the while worrying about your best friend.

Rosie and Josh ran inside 20 minutes later to help set the table for dinner, leaving you and Harry alone in the back garden. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up with you?”, you asked him.

“Do you wanna go on a date?”, Harry blurted, leaving you stunned. The two of you were wide-eyed in surprise, both with words caught in your throat that you were desperately trying to say.

“Yeah”, you smiled.

A week later you met Harry by the beach. You’d seen each other through the week during school and spending the evenings after school together, but this evening felt different. This evening would be the one that potentially changed yours and Harry’s relationship forever.

You walked side by side down to the sea front, stopping and sitting on a small wall there. The two of you talked for hours, like you always did. Harry telling you about his family, about what happened in the few classes that you didn’t share together, telling you about his day and you returning the favour. You laughed well into the sunset, a soft silence falling over you as you watched the sun dip beneath the Guernsey horizon.

“It’s getting dark, and it’s cold. Let’s head back”, Harry suggested. As soon as you’d stood up, you stepped up onto the wall you’d just been sitting on, making you ever so slightly taller than Harry. With your arms held out for balance, you took a few tentative steps.

Harry reached out, grabbing your hand to keep you steady. You looked over to him, a shy smile on his face that you soon mirrored, paired with a rosy blush. Harry kept your hands entwined as you walked along the wall, matching his pace with yours so he didn’t rush you and cause you to stumble.

When you reached the end of the wall and jumped down, your hand didn’t leave Harry’s.

Holding hands whilst driving

Harry had never let whatever Youtube success he was gaining get in the way of the two of you. He always made time for you, always made you feel important. As soon as he’d learnt to drive and got a car, you and Harry would spend hours traversing the coastline, wind pouring into the window and billowing through your hair as you watched the cliffs and waves pass you by.

If you were in his car, Harry would insist on you being in the passenger seat, no matter who else was joining you. His hand would always rest on your thigh as he drove, only ever moving to change gear before quickly returning to its place.

Your fingers were wrapped loosely in his, making sure he was able to let go and reach for the gear stick whenever he needed to. The roads along the coastline were fairly straight, only ever bending slightly and no sharp turns in sight.

With the road empty bar from the two of you, Harry snuck a glance over to you. Your face was illuminated by the soft glow of the sun, hair windswept against the headrest and over your shoulders.

“I love you”, Harry said simply. It was no massive declaration, it didn’t have to be. You and Harry had been friends for 13 years, together for nearly 2. He’d loved you for as long as he could remember.

“I love you, too”.

Possessive hand holding

The first time you visited Harry in London was quite the nerve wracking experience. Aside from helping him move his stuff into his flat with Lux and Freezy, you’d barely seen him since he’d left the small island you both called home.

You waited by baggage claim, leg shaking with restless, nervous energy. It was just your luck that your suitcase was one of the last to make its way through and round the conveyor belt, the hall almost empty by the time you’d got your belongings.

Harry was waiting for you just outside arrivals, just as restless and nervous as you were. His eyes had been glued to the door from the minute you’d text him to let you know you’d reached baggage claim. Every person that walked out of the sliding doors that wasn’t you irritated him even further. It had only been a few weeks since he’d last seen you, and he was going mad.

At last, you trudged through the doors, looking a little worse for wear and incredibly pissed off. But you were there.

Harry wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. “I’ve missed you so much”, he whispered into your hair. “The guys are already at my place, I hope that’s alright”, he told you. “They’re really excited to meet you”.

At Harry’s apartment building, he kept a tight hold on your hand as he led you upstairs. “Harry, it’s okay”, you assured him, squeezing his hand.

“Just nervous”, he told you.

Harry led you into the apartment, pausing for a second so you could drop your case by the door and kick your shoes off. His deathly tight grip on your hand never waned, like he was scared you were going to escape.

“Lads, Y/N”, Harry said awkwardly as he led you through the doorway. “Y/N, both of the Cals, Ethan, JJ, Simon, Josh, Tobi and Vik”, he introduced, pointing to each man in turn as he said their names.

“Nice to meet you”, you smiled happily.

You sat next to Harry on the sofa, squeezed up against his side. His hand was still gripping onto yours, squeezing tighter whenever any of the guys started to talk to you. “Harry”, you whispered, wiggling your fingers in his grip. “What’s wrong?”.

“Someone looks a little jealous if you ask me”, Freezy poked, wicked grin shooting across the living room.

“Oh, give over”, you scoffed, flicking Harry in the chest. “You buffoon. There’s nothing to worry about. Now ease up, you’re cutting off blood flow to my fingers”, you teased.

Rubbing their thumb over the other’s hand

“I don’t wanna leave”, you sighed, leaning further into Harry’s chest. “I miss you too much”, you whispered.

“I miss you, too”, he told you, wrapping both arms around your body and pulling you closer.

Harry watched over your shoulder as you opened your phone and pulled up flight times for a few weeks time, scrolling through them to find the cheapest option. Seeing Harry as often as possible was taking its toll on your finances and Harry knew you’d only accept so much help from him.

“What if this was the last time you flew home?”, Harry asked into your hair.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, thumb pausing over the screen.

“I spoke to Cal about it the other day, before you came”, Harry started. “How would you feel about moving to London?”, he asked.

You turned in his arms, facing Harry. “Are you being serious?”, you asked, a blossoming grin eager to bloom over your face.

“As I’ve ever been”, he whispered.

3 weeks later, you waited at the gate in Guernsey airport, surrounded by your family. “I’m so happy for you”, your mum whispered as she pulled you in for a tight hug. When she pulled back, you were both laughing through the tears that had begun to shed. “You and Harry deserve to be happy”, she told you.

They watched and waved as you walked towards the flight bridge, knowing that this would be the last time they’d see you for a while. You sat in your seat, watching as Guernsey got smaller and smaller below you. Although leaving home was never going to be an easy thing, you knew that you could build a home wherever Harry was.

You’d already shipped a lot of your stuff over to Harry, leaving you only to bring a large suitcase with you on your flight. You had no idea what to expect when you arrived, whether your stuff would be in Harry’s room or boxes strewn into whatever corner of the apartment they could fit into.

“Here”, Harry said as you sat in the car in the car park outside of the apartment building. He handed you a key on a keyring. “House keys”, he told you.

“Thank you”, you smiled

Harry pulled your case behind you as you walked up to the apartment. You stilled in front of the door, Harry pulling to a stop next to you. “Are you okay?”, Harry asked, voice filled with concern.

“Yeah”, you assured him quietly. “It’s just a lot, y’know”, you murmured.

“I know”. Harry’s thumb skimmed across the back of your hand in a soft, repetitive, soothing pattern. “I love you”, he reminded you, thumb never halting its soft reassurance against your skin.

“I know”, you smiled up at him. “But I love you more”.

Unconsciously searching for the other’s hand whilst asleep

If you were to ask Harry when he knew you’d be in his life forever, he’d have told you when the two of you were 5. Teasing from the other kids about you being best friends with each other was almost never-ending, but you and Harry always found a way to make light of it.

It wasn’t uncommon to see you and Harry playing with the dolls amongst the other little girls or racing around through the mud with the other boys. Everyone quickly learnt that where Harry went, you went and where you went, Harry went.

Harry knew you were going to be his bestest friend forever when he’d sat down on the grass to play and realised that there were no toys left. You’d come and sat down next to him and you’d played in the mud together, making daisy chains and mud pies and potions that you stirred with sticks, never caring about the dirt coating your pretty pinafore dress.

If you were to ask Harry when he knew that your relationship was meant to last, he would fumble and stumble over his words, not really knowing what to say. It was something that brought his friends great joy, asking what he saw in the future for the two of you. After all, you had been together since you were 15.

The night Harry realised you were his one great love was rather anti-climatic. There was no fireworks or mind-blowing kiss or Earth shattering sex. In fact, you were curled up asleep next to Harry, hair piled on top of your head and the hem of one of his Sidemen Clothing shirts riding up on your thigh.

He’d shut his computer down and gotten ready for bed, sliding in next to you as quietly as possible. Whilst he was lounging in bed next to you, attention focused on the screen of his phone, you’d started shifting beside him. Harry laid stock still, not wanting to wake you up with any movements.

Instead, you reached a hand across the bed, seemingly searching for something. When you couldn’t find whatever it was you were looking for, a frown settled itself onto your face. Harry was sure you were dreaming, but couldn’t resist closing the gap between your fingers and his.

The minute Harry hooked his fingers around yours, the frown on your face disappeared, replaced by a soft, blissful smile. Harry had known you long enough and knew you well enough to know that you were still fast asleep, the gentle sighs falling from your mouth being a dead giveaway.

So, if you asked Harry when he knew that your love was meant to last, he’d tell anyone that listened that it was the moment he realised you loved him even in your dreams.

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