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Hey I have a request love. I was wondering if you could write a fic based off the song “Die For You” by the weekend. I’m imagining it being JJ Maybank x Heyward! or Black!Reader. I imagine reader being part of the pogues and is close with pope but she’s pope’s younger sister. I imagine reader being pretty confident and really into makeup and sorta stubborn and independent. She also doesn’t take shit from anyone. I imagine her being close with JJ and there’s something more going on between them but she’s not the type to do hookups she’s more of a relationship girl. JJ knows that too and he’s trying to get over her and distance himself, but it doesn’t work. He’s hooking up with girls that look and act like her. But nothing works. Eventually she notices what’s going on and she calls him out, and JJ confesses, but right as they are about to kiss, she says she doesn’t know if she could betray Pope like that if they don’t work out. But JJ reassures reader that he’s only interested in her, and that she’s it for him. Then boom they kiss.

I hope you like it. 🤍🤍

HATE THAT YOU WANT ME

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Heyward!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [7.2k] Y/n Heyward has had a long time crush on JJ Maybank, one which she thinks he reciprocates. One problem? He's her brother's best friend.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ pictures above do not depict the physical appearance of TR, swearing, mentions of betrayal, mutual pining, slight angst (mini-argument, confrontation), mild violence, unwanted advances, mentions/use of drugs & alcohol, Y/n being blunt (aka jealous), fluffy ending

A/N ‧₊˚ Hope I like it? Honey, I love it. I would have made this a multi-part if I had the time but this idea was perfection and I can only hope I executed this well enough for your brilliant mind. I got carried away...and if I'm not mistaken this is my longest fic to date.

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PULLING MY SWEATSHIRT OVER MY FRAME AS I SAT DOWN AT MY VANITY, I SCANNED MY EYES ACROSS THE MULTIPLE MAKEUP PRODUCTS I HAD SCATTERED ACROSS THE SURFACE. I was due to meet my brother and our friends at The Wreck soon to hang out and I was on a time-crunch. I had told Pope not to wait up and head out without me.

We’d all been pretty busy lately and even though we wouldn’t admit it verbally, we missed each other. So, Kie invited us to her dad’s restaurant near closing so we could catch up. So, lightly pampering and giving myself a once over in the oval-shaped mirror, I grabbed my phone off the bed and rushed out of the house, wanting to get there before it got too dark — knowing Pope would give me a dad-type lecture about, one, being late and two, walking alone in the dark. Especially on The Cut.

I WAS MET WITH PLAYFUL CHEERS AND GREETINGS THROUGH MOUTHFULS OF FOOD AS I ENTERED THE WRECK, EVERYONE ALREADY GATHERED AT THE TABLE NEAR THE BACK.

I turned to my left to see Mr.Carrera wiping down the counter where the register sat. Flashing him a warm smile, he returned it with a small one of his own and a welcoming wave. Heading towards the group of island delinquents I called my friends, I took a seat between my brother and JJ.

“Look who finally showed up.” John B teased, to which I rolled my eyes.

“You said you’d be here in thirty minutes. That was an hour ago.” Pope reprimanded with as much sternness in his voice as possible.

I smiled and snatched the baseball cap off the top of his head. “Sorry, my favorite big brother in the whole world.” I jested, putting the hat on my own head and crossing my arms over my chest before kicking my feet up on JJ's lap. He glanced down at my ankles across his thighs before raising a curious brow at me, throwing a fry into his mouth.

“I’m your only brother, you moron.” Pope shot back, swiftly taking his hat back for himself.

I scoffed, reaching forwards to grab the untouched glass of water that I assumed was mine. After taking a long sip, I held the glass in my hand as I used the other to stir the straw mindlessly. “What’d I miss?”

“Well,” JJ started, swallowing a mouthful of the burger he had taken an unnecessarily huge bite of. “Bree got back with Sarah. So, we don’t have to pick sides anymore. Well, at least you and Kie don’t.”

“No surprise there.”

“Wha-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” John B babbled, his face contorting in mild frustration.

I rolled my eyes as I sat up straight, removing my legs from JJ’s lap. “Be honest with yourself, JB. You and Sarah are like.. a light switch. One minute you’re on, the next you’re off. It’s like a game to see how long you’ll keep the lights on.” I joked, John B only gave me a sour look to which I gave him a half shrug. “Y’know it’s true. I may be the youngest here, but I think you all could learn a thing or two from me.”

I was met with muffled chuckles beside me. Turning to see JJ trying to hold back a laugh. A look of bewilderment etched itself onto my face. ”What?”

He looked at me sideways, cocking a sarcastic brow at me. “All this talk from a girl that I had to bail out of jail last week for vandalizing a house on Figure Eight. You are quite literally worse than me. And that’s saying something.”

I groaned and threw my head back. “You what?” I heard the voice of a stunned Kiara.

“And you still owe me for not telling dad.” Pope reminded me to which I waved him off and he lightly pushed my head to the side.

I lowered my head to turn to the scruffy-haired blonde next to me with a death glare. “Well, at least I know not to ask for your help again.”

“You say that every time.” He smiled mischievously.

“Okay, we are not brushing past this.” Kiara spoke up, hands splayed out on the table in frustration, face scrunched in confusion. “When did you get arrested? And why did you vandalize a kook house?”

“I’d like to know, too.” John B added, raising his hand with a look of innocent curiosity.

I sighed deeply. “For one, I wasn’t arrested. I was detained. Barely there for two hours.” I denied. “And two, they over exaggerated the whole thing. I spray painted a kook’s garage because she fucked with me during gym. Tripped me when we were running laps and stole my shirt from my locker.”

JJ’s eyes went wide and I could see his entire body go tense beside me. “You didn’t tell me that.” I looked at him for a brief second without responding.

I didn’t tell him because I knew how he could get. The pogues were all over protective of me and although I appreciated the sentiment, I could handle my own. If the girl wanted to pull some grade school prank on me, so be it. I didn’t need my brother and our friends to come to my aid every time something happened.

Before I could even attempt to elaborate further, Mr.Carrera was calling over for two of us to go help him put stuff in the back so he could lock up. John B and Pope practically jumped from their seats, Pope wanting to get on the older man’s good side, totally not because of his crush on Kiara, while John B just wanted to get more food.

My attention was pulled from the two fools racing towards the front of the restaurant when a warm, firm hand landed on my shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I just shrugged sheepishly. “So you could get in trouble with me? You don’t have too many chances left with the law yourself, blondie.” He remained silent, knowing I was right and he would’ve encouraged my behaviors instead of trying to stop them. It was the dynamic we had. Partners in crime, if that’s how’d you like to describe it. We backed one another. I was closer to JJ than anyone in the group, sometimes even my own brother.

“Just…” He sighed, his hand dropping from my shoulder to my thigh in, what seemed to be, a subconscious movement. “Just tell me the truth from now on. Can’t be the Robin to your Batman if I’m not in the loop.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed shortly at his cheesy and childish analogy. “I’m totally the Robin to your Batman, though. I just go AWOL from time to time. For the thrill of it, y’know?” I joked.

We laughed with one another before letting it fade into a comfortable silence, his thumb rubbing my thigh mindlessly.

Okay, so I may have downplayed the dynamic between JJ and I. I’d be a fool to deny the tension. I’d had a crush on him for years but he was Pope’s best friend and I always had the presumption that he was off limits in that sense. But in recent years, it seemed that JJ had started to feel the same for me.

He liked me. I knew he did. But I didn’t mind because I liked him, too. More than I knew I should.

I don’t know what gave me the confidence to make such a claim. Maybe it was the way I would catch him staring at me from time to time and even when I made eye contact and he wouldn’t look away. Or maybe it was the fleeting touches that walked the fine-line between friendly and romantic, similar to the way he was touching my thigh now.

All I knew was that somewhere down the line, the wall between friendship and something more than that had started to fall for us. I was no longer Pope’s little sister than he hung out with because Pope brought me along. I was Y/n — his best friend, his partner in crime.

I was too lost in my thoughts to realize that his hand was inching further up my thigh and his entire body grew closer, my eyes flickering down to his lips. Is JJ about to kiss me?

“Guys?” Kiara piped up, making her presence known once again. Too caught up in our conversation, we had completely disregarded the third person still sitting at the table. JJ immediately straightened himself out before removing his hand from my leg, leaving a cool sensation in its place. “I don’t know what I just saw. Or what I was about to see. But Pope is less than ten feet away…” She said cautiously, eyeing the both of us skeptically. “Is there something I should be aware of?”

“I thought there was something in her eye, Kie. Chill.”

She threw her hands up briefly in surrender, but not before raising a curious brow at the both of us. Quiet and flustered, the moment was now gone and replaced with a heavy awkwardness.

IT’D BEEN A DAY SINCE MY ALMOST-KISS WITH JJ. Kie tried to press me about it after we’d left The Wreck but, surprisingly, I’d convinced her to drop it. That didn’t stop her from shooting me suspicious glances anytime JJ and I were together.

John B had thrown a kegger and I was currently nursing my cup, filled with whatever concoction he had thrown into the keg tonight. I was hot and flustered from dancing with Kie and Sarah for practically half the night, leaning against the trunk of a tree near the shore. The breeze brought a welcomed chill over my warm skin.

My eyes scanned over the party-goers, not looking for anyone in particular yet, my eyes seemed to find him as they always do. Across the beach, JJ was in a stance similar to mine. Back against a tree except there was a joint his hand, lifting it up every now and then to take a hit. His eyes scanned the beach like mine had previously.

When his blue eyes landed on mine, I sent him a smile and barely took a step, with the intention to join him, before a big, brawny frame was blocking almost my entire view of the beach.

“Hey, pretty girl.” The guy drawled. He didn’t seem drunk but his ego alone was enough to nauseate me.

I attempted to side step him, only to have my view blocked again. Huffing harshly and rolling my eyes, I looked up at the guy. He was creepy, and that was me being polite. He had this unsettling smirk and some kind of stupid, preppy, figure-eight ass haircut that swayed me all the wrong ways.

“Do you need something?” I sassed, crossing my arms with my cup still in hand.

“There are a whole lot of things I need and you are one of them.” Ew. Ew ew ew. I couldn’t stop myself from visibly cringing at this guy's lame and unwanted advances. I just wanted to go talk to JJ.

“Well, then you’ll just have to cope. 'Scuse me.” I dismissed him with a tight-lipped smile, not sparing him another glance. I attempted to walk around him only for him to follow my every step. I was growing more and more agitated at this point. This guy had seconds, at best, before I showed him just how uninterested and unamused I was by his antics.

“C’mon, little lady. I can show you a real good time.” He trailed off, his eyes traveling down my body without a trace of shame, stopping at my semi-exposed cleavage. My eyes caught sight of his hands coming up and reaching out for my waist.

I bit the inside of my cheek before tossing my cup to the sand — Kie could kill me later. When his hands hit my waist, I slid my arms over his shoulders as his lustful gaze shifted to mine. I gave him a sickly sweet smile before bringing the boy closer and kneeing him in the crotch.

He soon retracted from me, doubling over in pain with a deep groan. Bending down to level my lips with his ear, I whispered. “Next time, get out of my fucking way.”

I stood to my full height before walking off, hearing the guy call out behind me.

“Bitch!”

“Your mother!” I called over my shoulder, straightening out my top.

My eyes scanned the crowd, which had seemed to grow more dense in the moments I was distracted, looking for JJ.

But when I spotted him, he wasn’t alone. He was leading some girl to The Chateau, holding her hand as he guided her up the steps. I felt a sharp pang in my chest before turning around to get my eyes off the scene before me, refusing to cry in the middle of a party. There was only one reason why he would be taking her up there. I wasn’t stupid. But I also wasn’t going to have a shitty night because the guy I liked left with another girl and some asshole wouldn’t leave me alone.

So, spotting Sarah and Kiara chatting with John B and my brother, I made my way over to my group of remaining friends and continued my night as normally as possible.

JJ’s actions only serving as a harsh reminder of why we would never work out. Why we couldn’t.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, AFTER THE KEGGER, WAS NORMAL AS ONE WOULD EXPECT. Although, the thought of JJ with that girl had crossed my mind practically all day, as much as I hate to admit it. I knew he’d slept with her. It’s JJ. He wasn’t exactly celibate, in any sense of the word.

Despite my racing thoughts, the school day had ended and my dear brother had waited until the last minute to text me that he left early to help our father with catering and couldn’t pick me up. I sighed, throwing my head back as my shoulders slumped. I shook myself off before dialing my mother.

Unsurprisingly, I was met with her voicemail after a full two rings and a text following right after.

Busy. Can’t talk.

Per usual. Our mom was there but she was never really present. Always working or on business trips. She was in and then she was out. Sometimes I wondered if she even remembered that she had kids that still needed her.

Nevertheless, I knew Kie had a shift at The Wreck right after school and I had already seen John B and Sarah run off as soon as the dismissal bell rang — leaving me with only one option.

Scrolling to find the contact that stuck out, I hesitated slightly before pressing ‘call’, my nerves jumping as the phone barely rang before the click of the line being picked up was heard.

“Y/n? What’s up? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, JJ, I’m fine. Are you busy?”

“Uh…”

…

“JJ?”

“Never too busy for you. Why?”

His uncertainty through the phone had me uneasy but I ignored it. “Pope left early and I need a ride. Would you mind?”

I could hear mutters and shuffling over the line. “No, it's cool. I’ll be there soon. Stand in front of the school. Be there in 10. Okay?”

“Okay.” And with that the call ended.

And just as he said, ten minutes later and the distinct rev and rumble of his beat up truck was heard as it pulled up to the front of the school. I smiled brightly but it soon faded when I got a full view of the scene in front of me.

In the passenger seat of his truck was the girl that I’m pretty sure I saw him disappear with last night. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she barely had time to wipe the remnants of her makeup off of her face.

I felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in my gut — jealousy mixed in with…something else. It wasn’t that I was threatened by her presence or anything. JJ had slept with many girls before her. But I had never had to face any of them. Certainly none that... reminded me oddly of myself?

It was like looking into a warped mirror. I didn’t notice I was still standing on the curb until JJ piped up. “Yo, Y/n?” He seemed hesitant, as if he knew his error. I’m sure he did. “Hop in, kiddo.”

I raised a brow at him with an incredulous expression. “Kiddo?” I spat. Kiddo? What the fuck?

His face pleaded with me to just get in the car and I did but not before rolling my eyes and giving the girl in my unofficial seat a small glare. Maybe she noticed, maybe she didn’t. I didn’t care.

The ride was tense and silent, dreadful really. Mine and JJ’s eyes meeting in the rearview mirror every 5 minutes, exchanging wordless glances. The girl shifted awkwardly in her seat, speaking every few minutes to tell JJ where to turn.

We ended up in front of some huge house on Figure Eight. The girl hopped out, not quick enough for me, and shot JJ a shy smile. I couldn’t stop myself from audibly gagging in the backseat and muttering to myself, both of them shooting completely different looks at me.

Once the door was shut and JJ was changing gears to pull off, I climbed over the center console to sit in my seat — the one that was now oddly warm and felt tainted. Was I being dramatic? Yes. Did I care? Not nearly enough.

It was unusually silent during the ride back. I only spoke once and that was to tell him that he could take me back to The Chateau, since being home alone was something I hated.

However, I broke the ice when it became unbearable. “Is that why you weren’t at school today? Screwing some kook you picked up at the party?” I spoke, not even attempting to hide the malice in my tone.

He sighed, glancing at me as I stared out the window watching the houses and trees pass by. “Her name is Angela.”

“Angela.” I mocked in a disgusted tone. “I didn’t ask for her name.” I reminded harshly, snapping to face him, his focus on the road. His visual focus anyway, it was clear to see he was hanging onto my every word. “I asked if she was the reason you bailed on school today. But I think I’ve got my answer.”

IT HAD ONLY BEEN A FEW HOURS SINCE JJ PICKED ME UP FROM SCHOOL WITH HIS RECENT RENDEZVOUS IN THE CAR. I had gone home as soon as Pope had texted me that he and my dad were back home, wanting to escape the awkwardness of being with JJ alone in The Chateau after our odd exchange in the car.

The only thing that made this worse is that we were headed back there now because I forgot it was Friday and John B planned a movie night. Even though he always talked through them while we all told him to shut up, they were one of our favorite ways to hang out. Especially during the weekends where we could doze off in his living room and wake up to head down to the beach.

Walking up the porch of The Chateau, I could hear a couple of voices inside. Pope and I didn’t knock, instead walking in knowing the door would be unlocked.

When we walked in, I immediately rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath. I hadn’t realized how loud my moan of vexation was in that moment, my brother turning to me as his expression turned into one of worried confusion.

“You okay?”

Shifting my gaze to his instead of the three people in front of me, I locked eyes with Pope. “'M fine. Just wasn’t expecting her to be here.” I spoke lowly, throwing my head in the direction of the girl I saw earlier as she stood talking in the kitchen with JJ. Don’t tell me he invited her here. A kook he met less than 24 hours ago?

“What, you know her?” Pope asked quizzically, probably sensing the frustration radiating off of me.

“You could say that.” Was all I replied before walking further into The Chateau, making my brother and I’s presence fully known.

“Yo!” John B hollered excitedly as he stood in front of one of the only TV’s in his home, crouching as he looked for a movie to watch. “Surprised you’re on time, Pope. Considering that one is with you.” The brunette boy jested.

I walked over to him, a playful smile on my face, before gently swiping one of his crouched feet from under him causing him to slip on his ass with an audible but not seemingly painful thump.

He huffed harshly, rolled his eyes and glared up at me. “And you wonder why I bother you.” He uttered, plucking my calf.

“You started it.” I shrugged with a smug smile. John B just mocked me in a high pitched, borderline unintelligible voice that made my face scrunch and tell him that I do not sound like that before walking off. It was all jokes, though. John B was like my second brother. However, unlike Pope, he couldn’t go 5 minutes without teasing me. I think he liked how much more immature he could be around me sometimes.

Taking my time to stroll over to the kitchen and lean against the counter of the kitchen, JJ, who had been oddly silent and not greeting me with a bear hug as he normally would, wasted no time in lifting his stare to meet mine.

It looked like he and his honorary movie night invitee were preparing a bowl of popcorn and drinks.

“Hey.” I said, jutting my head up in a small greeting as I leaned my elbows against the rough surface of the counter.

But JJ didn’t have time to reply before the girl was answering in a cheery tone, her demeanor and personality doing a complete 180 from what I saw just hours ago. “Hi!” She squealed. “I’m Angela. We met earlier?” She asked as if it was a real question, obviously knowing it was me she had seen in her less than put together state in my seat- the passenger seat of JJ’s truck.

She began to round the corner to get closer to me, dusting her hands off against each other, until she was mere inches in front of me. I moved to lean off of the counter with an odd expression etched all over my face. I wasn’t a fan of new, and frankly uninvited, people — especially kooks.

But having a closer look at Angela now, I could see now that she wasn’t just some kook. No, she was some kook that I’d seen around school tormenting all the pogues in her grade. Despite being a kook, she went to Kildare High with the rest of us. And I was 90 percent sure she ran in the posse run by the girl who tried to punk me during gym that later landed me in a holding cell.

So this little miss perfect, happy go lucky act that she was bombarding me with suddenly filled my entire being with disgust. I couldn’t hide the unamused and rather uninviting expression in my face.

And I wasn’t just treating this girl this way because she had slept with the guy I had a thing for. My best friend. She just stuck around too long for my liking. I’m actually friends with one or two of the girls JJ has had a night with. How? I couldn’t tell you. It just happened. But Angela here swayed me the wrong way the second I saw her. Maybe it was my gut all along, trying to stir up the exact memory that I hadn’t exactly committed but suddenly made itself known again.

I was stuck in my head but was quickly pulled out of it when I saw she was going in for a hug. Before I could stop her she was encasing me in her arms. It didn’t last long before I was shimmying the girl off of me.

She hesitantly let me go, her hands still resting on my shoulders which I swiftly brushed off. I shrugged and sent her an effortless, half-assed smile. “Not much of a hugger.”

I could see JJ tilt his head and speak before he could think. “Since when?”

My annoyed gaze snapped to his in an instant, my face contorting in mild anger. “Since you started trying to integrate your one-night stands into our friend group.” All three of us went silent. John B and Pope too caught up in their own conversation to even hear ours. I could hear Angela scoff and saw her retreat back around the counter to stand next to JJ.

“Y/n.” He said firmly, not knowing where this sudden agitation came from.

I chuckled bitterly before running both of my hands down my face. “I’m gonna get some air.” I muttered, leaving the two of them behind me as I walked by John B and Pope.

“Where are you going?” Pope piped up inquisitively.

“Outside.” Was all I said as I stepped foot onto the back porch, the flimsy door making a loud noise as it shut behind me.

I sat myself down on the steps of the wooden platform, my legs stretched out in front of me crossed over one another as I let my thoughts wander.

I don’t even know why I’m so worked up about this. Technically, I just assumed JJ liked me. He never said he did but all of the signs were there. And yeah, I get that I’m at fault too but this is so hard to manage. I know why I haven’t acted on anything.

I don’t want to jeopardize my relationship with my brother. Pope always had a hard time making friends and the pogues were like our home away from home. They’d stuck by us through thick and thin and I didn’t want to complicate that, for him or myself. And beginning something with JJ? Well, that was a sure-fire way to complicate things.

But in protecting my brother I was hurting myself. As conceited as it may sound, I knew if I said the word that JJ would be with me. Same with me, if I’m being honest with myself. All he had to do was say that he wanted me and he could have me.

But now, I’m not so certain. With him bringing this girl around, one who reminds me eerily of myself? I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel. And maybe I was being a bitch to her because I knew she wasn’t half the saint she was pretending to be. But most of it was the fact that we were so similar, yet JJ was fooling around with her.

It was making me, truthfully, see some insecurities in myself. Trying to pinpoint what was so drastically different between us that he picked her in one night. What was she displaying that I lacked? And for me, someone who found themselves to be relatively self-assured and confident, it was a hard pill to swallow.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew he picked her because she reminded him of me in some sense. But as I said previously, if JJ wanted me he could have me. Not some weird ass, carbon copy of me. Was he as scared as I was? Of hurting Pope? Was this his way of finding some kind of loophole around that? And if it was…was it working?

Suddenly, I heard the front door of The Chateau close. The cheery, unmistakable voices of Kiara and Sarah booming. A small smile came to my face as I took a deep breath and stood up to head inside.

And it seemed I had re-entered the home at just the right time, seeing Kie squeal my name and run up to Angela, bear hugging the girl from behind with her hands around her neck.

And, honestly, I had noticed before but when you couldn’t see her face, even I thought she was me. Angela had her back turned as she poured the drink into the glass, Kie making her spill it slightly on the counter. I could see JJ try to reach his hand out and warm the cheerful girl but it was too late.

“What the hell?!” Angela screeched, slamming the can down and turning as she pushed Kie off of her. Angela had soda on her top and was eyeing Kiara with a death glare.

“I thought you were…” Kie trailed, her eyes searching for me before they found me standing at the door in the back of the house watching this whole thing unfold as the house fell relatively silent.

She stared at me briefly before whipping back to the fuming, soda-covered girl in the kitchen. “Who are you?” Kie asked with her eyebrows furrowed, A stunned Sarah standing right behind her, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows raised, holding a bag full of candy and chips.

“I’m JJ’s girlfriend. Who the hell are you?” Angela spat back and JJ’s eyes went wide, I mean extremely wide. He suddenly put his hands up and backed away from the girl as if she had burned him, shaking his head.

“Woah, woah,” He looked around to gauge our reactions, that’s when he caught sight of me by the door. It almost seemed like he was speaking to me, and me only, when he opened his mouth again. “She is not my girlfriend.”

Angela swiftly redirected her fiery gaze from Kiara to JJ. “Oh, I’m not? After you slept with me and drove me home?”

JJ looked utterly confused, as did the rest of us. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl. “You asked if I could take you home. I could, so I did. Doesn’t make you my girlfriend.”

“Then why did you invite me here?” She spoke defensively.

“I didn’t…” He trailed off frustratedly. “You caught me at the gas station when I was picking up the sodas, asked where I was going and when I told you, you hopped in my truck and said ‘count me in’. I didn’t invite you here, you invited yourself.” He explained. “I didn't wanna be an asshole and turn you down. I honestly had no intentions of ever seeing you again.”

This elicited a laugh from John B that he quickly covered up with a cough when Angela looked at him. She laughed bitterly. “Y’know what…” She muttered, snatching her purse and phone off of the counter. “That’s fine by me. I don’t know what I was thinking coming to this shit hole on this side of town anyway. Hope you pathetic ass losers have fun watching your little movie.” She quarreled.

“Will do.” I shot back at her with a lazy, two-finger, mock salute that came off as more of a wave and a smug smile, her gaze whipping to mine as she curled her lip and elicited a sound of disgust. She swiftly walked out the front door without another glance back, making an effort to slam the door behind her that had John B calling out in desperation.

“Could you be careful? I just fixed the hinges!”

With Angela gone, along with her brewing storm of rage, the house was still.

“Well,” Sarah spoke, shaking the bag of goods in her hand for us to see. “show's over. Can we start the movie?

The room broke into an infectious laughter as we grabbed our snacks, drinks, and rushed to the couch to start our marathon.

I DON’T REMEMBER WHEN WE ALL FELL ASLEEP. All I knew was that I woke up, my head on Kie’s lap and her head on Pope’s shoulder. John B and Sarah entwined with one another, so much so that you couldn’t tell where he started and she ended.

Sitting up slowly with a quiet groan, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The sun seemed to have risen not too long ago, casting an orange hue over the sleeping figures in the living room.

Though, one of them was missing.

It wasn’t even seconds before my sore eyes spotted him across The Chateau, in the kitchen, hunched over the counter with his elbows on top of the surface, head in his hands with a glass of water next to him.

Standing from the couch, my sock-clad feet made a soft pattering noise as I made my way over to him. The tired blonde looked up from his hands when he sensed my shadow looming over him, me leaning my own elbows against the counter as I stood across from him on the opposite side.

“Mornin’, blondie.” I chirped, although my voice was still mildly raspy.

“Don’t start.” He spoke exhaustedly.

“What d’you mean?”

“Don’t bring up what went down last night.” He demanded in a tired tone. His gaze shifted to look me in the eyes directly. “I can see it in your mischievous little eyes. I don’t wanna hear it.”

I sighed over-dramatically and stretched my hands out across the counter-top. “Well,” I drawled. “When you are ready to talk, and by talk I mean finally admit that you’ve harbored an enormous crush on me for years, then I’ll be outside.” I saw his eyes go wide and flicker to the sleeping figures on the sofa, specifically Pope’s. “It’s your move, blondie.”

And with that, I was making my way out of the kitchen area and through the back door of The Chateau.

IT WASN’T LONG UNTIL THE SOUND OF THE CREAKY SCREEN DOOR SHUTTING WAS HEARD BEHIND ME AS I SAT ON THE STEPS OF THE PORCH. It could’ve only been a mere 5 minutes after my vague bomb-drop in the kitchen with JJ.

The Outer Banks breeze hit me almost immediately after I walked out of the door and I plopped myself down on the worn, wooden steps without caution as I waited. And it wasn't long before my waiting was over.

I caught sight of the sleeveless tank and ruffled, blonde hair as he sat down next to me. A small smile made its way onto my face, for a reason I simply could not explain. It wasn’t long before I spoke, not wanting to waste time.

“I’ll admit, I was confused at first.” I started, looking ahead at the beach in front of me. “I thought we had something. A little brother’s best-friend, forbidden romance, will-they-won't-they type thing goin’ on, y’know?”

At this he snorted. “You’re ridiculous, y’know that?” He joked, side-eyeing me with a small smile.

“But then,” I dragged, dipping my head to the side to look at him. “You fell back into a terrible habit. That habit being using sex to distract yourself from your life problems.” I spoke honestly. Bluntly. I saw his smile fall slightly at my veracity. “But something was different. I just hadn’t connected the pieces yet. But what stuck out the most was your choice of hook up. She seemed familiar. Too familiar.”

I paused, letting him catch up to what I was hinting at.

“She reminded me of myself. Physically, anyway.” I shrugged. “Now, call me overly-confident, whatever — but you chose the worst replacement ever-” I began with a cringe.

“Oh my god-” He groaned, running his hands down his face with a low chuckle. “Really? That’s where your head’s at? Seriously-”

“Uh, yeah, seriously.” I started, an astonished expression plastered on my features. “She was a bitch. And she only really looked like me when you couldn’t see her face.” I muttered in mock-offense, that was somewhat authentic.

We laughed for a beat before letting it fall into silence, replaced by the sound of the water hitting the shore from afar and the wind whipping by.

“So, what now? You basically told me everything that I could've said. Why did you want to talk out here?” He asked casually, trying to hide his nerves that shone through his leg that was bouncing furiously. I put my hand on his knee gently to halt the rapid movement.

“It’s simple, really,” I started, a hint of roguery behind my eyes. “I want to hear it from you. All of it.” I declared.

His eyes scanned mine, going from one to the other to assess my seriousness — more so, if I was in fact asking him to admit how he felt about me. When, I assume, he found no trace of humor or trickery, he took a deep breath and looked out in front of him.

And although I wouldn’t let it show on my features, my heart was racing furiously behind my chest. I could hear it.

“You’re... right. For the most part, anyway.” He kicked off his statement. “I’ve had a thing for you for a while now. It started as a small crush, I thought you were cute and feisty and we got along. I thought it would go away because all crushes do, or at least that’s what I thought. So when a year passed and nothing had changed, I knew I was in for it.”

He paused to pace himself, looking down at the hand I had yet to remove from his knee and placing his own on top of it.

“It was my freshman year when Pope caught me staring at you a little too hard, giving me the typical ‘gross, that’s my sister’ spill.” He mocked, prompting both of us to chuckle. “Then, John B made the stupid ‘no pogue-on-pogue macking’ rule and it seemed like the world was working against me. And when it came to thought of us alone, no rules or brothers in mind, I just thought we were too…different.” He said with a frown.

“I had a random hook-up every weekend, chicks coming up asking if I remembered them or even their names and you were always on about how all you wanted was one person who would stick with you through anything and I just thought that I couldn’t be that for you. So, I told myself that I’d let you go, or try to. But it was so much harder than I thought it would be. There’s nothing you could do that could make me stop loving you, and I realized that. Angela…was a mistake, to say the least. She was the closest thing I could find to you without her being you and that wasn’t nearly enough. She looked a little bit like you, sure, but she was selfish, rude as fuck, and she did not think I was funny, like at all. Kinda hurt my ego, not gonna lie.” He joked.

“I’m in love with you. And I should’ve said it sooner.” He spoke gently, finally meeting my eyes with his own. They were shining with vulnerability, a rare form of it I had never seen from him.

I didn’t know what to say. I had coaxed this long, honest confession out of him and was too stunned to speak. Although, I had a few words on the tip of my tongue. “I love you, too.”

It was so much of a whisper I barely heard it myself. But the second a bright grin broke out on his face, I knew he’d heard it. And before I could process his actions, his lips were against mine in an instant.

I was about to kiss him back but the logical side of me pushed him away before I could. My hands on his shoulders with my eyes blown wide. “We can’t. Pope, he's…this isn’t-”

His hands pulled mine from his shoulder so he could hold them. “Pope will be fine. I know he’s your brother, he’s my best friend, but you have to make a choice for you.” He reassured me firmly.

I was silent, looking into his eyes as I weighed my options. Although, I knew there was only one I was going to choose.

Pope would get over it.

I took JJ off guard when I crashed my lips into his this time. His hands coming up to cradle both sides of my face as my own trailed up the length of his chest. I could feel him smile smally into the kiss before he murmured something between us. “Good choice.”

There was nothing else in that moment, except us.

And the random camera shutter we both seemed to have heard as we pulled away with confused expressions and swollen lips. Looking over towards the door, there stood a grinning Kiara and Sarah leaning against the door frame. Kiara’s phone in her hand, held up landscape-style as we caught sight of it just as the flash went out.

Her eyebrows rose and she threw out a hand towards us. “Oh, by all means, please continue. I just needed a photo for the scrapbook I’m making for your wedding where I'm obviously gonna be your maid of honor.” She smiled sweetly with a wink before turning on her heels and going back inside.

Sarah shrugged with a smile and pointed a finger, wiggling it between the both of us. “I did not see this coming, at all, by the way.” She claimed before squinting her eyes playfully. “But I kind of like it. Okay, I’m leaving now.” She said before following Kiara inside.

I sighed harshly as JJ tried to hold in a laugh. “It’s not funny.” I reprimanded, although my expression was full of humor itself.

JJ slid his arm across my shoulders to tug me into him, kissing the top of my forehead.

“Oh and small warning,” I started, looking up at him. “You let another person, girl or guy, sit in my seat in your truck again or call me 'kiddo'? I’ll demolish it in the worst way you've ever seen. I'm talking 'Before He Cheats' style and then some.” I spoke threateningly with a smile on my face.

“Noted.” He smiled adoringly, even though I had just threatened to utterly decimate his vehicle. I rolled my eyes at him but snuggled closer into his side as we sat in comfortable silence.

“JJ WHY DOES KIE HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING MY SISTER?!” Pope’s voice boomed from all the way inside the home, his heavy and rapid footsteps approaching the door causing JJ to jump from his place beside me and nearly tumble down the steps as he skipped down them.

When Pope came outside he looked at me. Sitting on the steps, unbothered for the most part but a hint of amusement that he could only spot in my face. “You kissed him?!” He asked as if he couldn’t believe it. But in all honesty? He didn’t even look upset, not really.

I was one-hundred percent sure he was just trying to be a protective older brother.

Then his gaze whipped to JJ who looked apprehensive. “You kissed my sister?”

JJ put a hand on top of his head to act as a shield from the sun as he looked around. “It’s really nice outside. We should surf today. And the water? Oh man, the water looks amazing.” He tried to deflect in a ramble.

Then Pope was bolting down the stairs as JJ ran off, both of them kicking up sand in their wake. “I’m gonna kill you and her next!”

At that, my brows furrowed and I stood from the steps to lean over the railing and watch them run around like chickens. “Why me?!” I called in offense, throwing my hands out. A smile breaking out when Pope tackled JJ to the ground and they wrestled before breaking out into a fit of giggles themselves.

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oknowkiss · 8 months

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fic claim: the waiting

for @m0srael & @hd-wireless 2023! with art by the incredible @babooshkart

PAIRINGS: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, brief Harry/Draco/Original Female Characters RATING: E (mutual masturbation, semi-public masturbation, kinda sorta hate sex, group sex, anal sex, blowjobs) WARNINGS: references to depression/grief, allusions to substance abuse (Dreamless Sleep), recreational drug use (weed), drinking, Legilimency with dubious consent, memory confusion, unreliable narrator, angst WORDCOUNT: 43.5 K

Read on A03 here!

TAGS: POV Harry Potter, Curse Breaker Harry & Draco, Curse Breaker Partners, Alternating Timelines, that feeling when you know something is true but everyone else thinks you're out of your mind, Alaska, Enemies to Colleagues to Lovers, Ron Weasley is a really good friend, I’ve decided you can actually buy alcohol at Legoland Summary: It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.

thank you so much to everyone who made my first wireless a wonderful experience. especially to THE MODS who are beautiful and perfect and so so patient they should be sainted??? To @sorrybutblog and @eveningstruggle who read and busted commas like it was their job. thank you as well to @dumbledoodlewriting and @eggbagelsjr for sharing their real life knowledge and help with names, both of which made this fic so much better than it was. and OF COURSE thank you to @babooshkart who took my random twitter DM and then ran with it, and who has been an utter delight every single moment. one of my favorite parts of writing this was getting to know you better, boo!

a special thank you must also be given to @sweet-s0rr0w for her on the ground investigative work for an element of this story, which she did with me providing zero context as to why i asked, and which i then threw absolutely to the wind. i’m invoking artistic license!

and OF COURSE: thank you to everyone who has read and engaged with this story so far!

finally: a massive MASSIVE thank you to @m0srael for always being lovely, and for prompting such a fantastic song. this fic started with an image of harry and draco on a train, with neko case singing:

climb the boxcars to the engine through the smoke into the sky

your rails have always outrun mine

and, well, the rest was history. or memory. you choose :)

#my fic posts #my fic #hd wireless 2023 #hd wireless #drarry #drarry fic #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry/draco #draco/harry #harry potter #draco malfoy

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applefan28 · 1 year

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-I was really hesitant to try and ask about it again, since I didn't want to be too pushy or bothersome, especially since I'm just some random ass anon 0_0; But I got the confidence to try again <:) Forgot if I said this already but the headcannons can be whatever you want, if you ever wanted to an excuse to go ham with the rambling, this is it, I definitely won't mind-

(deleted the original ask + response because tumblr fucked up the formatting BAD)

hey man i dont mind the asks here youre totes in the good here 👍 im just very wishy-washy with doing things but really, your interest in my thoughts on these guys make me :] greatly appreciate it

(ALCOHOL CW here as its the headcanon topic this time.)

Apple is the type to go through such a weird whiplash of stages, as she starts out with being hyper and very active with near no doubt in what she does or says. it progresses, however, into how she was like prior to marsh on mars. apple gets very self defensive, short tempered, and hells of lot more brash with her language (as well as cursing in spanish a lot more). as we all know, her crude snd aggressive front was a subconscious way to protect + repress her deeprooted insecurities and self hatred. she could get easily angered and put up a fight response to a lampost of all things because she thought it called her dumb. eventually, it all sorta wears out into this very toned down, sad loner that keeps to herself. shes quiet and doesnt really speak all much, but is actually thinking a little bit too much for her own good. kinda like shes given up on that front? shes back to being post elimination apple at the hotel (at least, how i think of her to be). finally, she hits the last stage where shes this outwardly overly sensitive crybaby that overthinks every single thing going on. shes got tears in her eyes, sniffling every couple of seconds, sees every bad as her own fault and is sooo switchy with being overly attached/overly self distancing with marsh. apple is just a huge emotional mess of self hatred and deep insecurities

thankfully though, apple doesnt have much of a reaso to drink a whole lot and neither do the mansion folk. she does dabble in a bit of beer every now and then in moderation if shes doing some heavy farm work (just like her dad). btw she has a sorta strong alcohol tolerance but in turn gets the absolute worst phases and digestional struggles. when it hits, it hits her HARD. beer and anything packed with flavour are her go-to (she knows nothing about mixing and types of drinks)

Marshmallow is not one to drink a whole lot to begin with, and is the designated driver most of the times (only one who can drive and trusts herself + pb to handle things). marsh doesnt really have phases, at least like how apple does, but does kinda go through the motions enough where the next day she regrets having more drinks than she should have had. she gets a lot more loose and careless, shedding off that cynical and doubtful approach she has. it delves more into a very affectionate and surprisingly emotionally open individual who displays this carefree demeanor full of love and carnal desire (towards apple especially). there will however, be moments where bits of herself seep through these drunken love behaviours. every now and then you can catch a glimpse of marsh's hidden attachment and a flavour of guilt-ridden self hatred. marsh isnt exactly as self hating as apple is, but she has a tendency to make things about herself including issues between her and her loved ones. dont be mistaken though, she still wont budge and express her inner turmoil to you even under the influence. marsh desires agency and control over herself enough to not be completely loose on alcohol

like ive mentioned before, marsh isnt one to drink even casually and restricts herself from such during occasions as shes the self appointed and mutually agreed designated driver. shes more into sweet-tasting but not overly decorated mixed drinks and wine if she were to drink though. shes not exactly alcohol tolerant but not easily moved either, she has that subconscious restraint to not open up but its no match against her rampant lesbianism lets be real

Bow is the type of drunk to bring lots of fun to the party, while having you keep medical aid on hand. shes a lot more hyper and energetic, sparking up the light and bringing life to whatevers going on sometimes to an annoying degree. bow also gets a hell lot more flirtatious with about anyone and will get mopey if you show disinterest or flat out reject her. thankfully, her attention span at this rate is tanked so she'll just switch gears haha. there will however, be a tipping point to her patience and will get irritable towards rejection or something not going the way it should. bow's pranks and stunts get even more chaotic and at this point flat out shows no regards to others' or her own safety. not to mention her moments where she will be extremely honest with intentions/feelings, sometimes even her grudge and depression over being dead + irrelevant. one second its flirting the next is casually raging over being nothing now, then back to flirting all to the same person. all this to compensate for the constantly looming void of her prescence, bow is destroying that void

much like apple, thankfully this isnt something that would happen all that much nowadays. bow is the type to take a hard swig of straight vodka and probably shoot it onto someone else's mouth. she'll down on a fuck load of shots like its nothing and can chug beers in a fell swoop then crushes the can on her head. probably the strongest alcohol tolerance out of the mansioners, dough being a close second

Dough isnt much of the exuberant and hyper party type like bow is (in fact his tone doesnt change at all), but still becomes this more outgoing, social guy that loves to get crazy with his pals and pulling stunts. shes more genuine and less "ironic" under the influence, as that flimsy façade she carries is taken down. dough's kinda a more approachable guy now as shes less to deal with the incessant Too Cool For This mask made out of plastic wrap, though WILL go on and on and on about whatever interest or topic she knows. not to mention, he can get rather annoyingly clingy with this newfound authenticity. the combo of a drunk dough telling a sober bow how much he loves her as a sister and thinks shes totally cool is very funny to me. not to mention much like bow, he gets flirtatious, but still retains that nonchalant attitude. while the flirting is genuine in emotion, its still some of the most blunt, unattractive flirting ever (hes having fun). all in all, dough doesnt suffer as bad as the others when drunk. a drunk dough is a zooted unmasked dough who, while drops the rather transparent ironic apathy for once, will still end up being a pesky guy but with added genuinity <3

dough is the opposite of bow here where she just has a pretty weak alcohol tolerance. makes sense with how flimsy her front is, its easy to kinda see shes bullshitting the irony. much like bow, he does likes just about anything from canned beers to complex mixes to really shitty mixes done in barrels that'll send you to sleep for a week. speaking of mixing, id like to think he at least knows some basics and will call himself a mixologist but honestly dough is very amateur at it and can NOT do tricks without using ghost abilities

#ii apple #ii marshmallow #ii bow #ii dough #inanimate insanity #alcohol cw #asks #PLEASE TUMBLR DONT FUCK WITH THE FORMATTING AND POST I BEG OF THEE

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pansyslut · 3 years

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your three girls

reader x pansy x hermione x ginny

a/n - part 2 of truth or dare but can be read as a stand alone. i hope this isn’t too confusing because it’s really hard writing for four people. i’m sorry if this is like really bad but four people is really hard

warnings: hella smut, foursome, alcohol, face riding, mutual masterbation, humping, slight mommy kink, degration, praise, thigh riding

requested part two - @cherrysandwiine

the party was in full swing as students from various houses drink away their sorrows or jug in victory. “do you really think she would be down to join us,” pansy asks looking over at you. looking back to hermione, you, ginny, and pansy study the girl sitting far away from you.

with liquid courage running through your vains, you stand up and make your way over to her. plopping down on the couch next to her, you throw your legs into her lap. “hi ‘mione,” you say dragging out her name. she studies you for a moment and grins, “y/n i know you’re a horny drunk,” she says pausing to laugh, “but i’ve told you i’m not fucking you when you’re intoxicated. as tempting as you look,” she says mumbling the last part under her breath.

you nod in understanding. that was part of the reason you had trusted hermione in the first place. she was the first girl you had ever experimented with and you never doubted her being your first. you liked how uptight she was until you were behind closed doors. as much as she’d like to believe otherwise, she was practically putty in your hands. she always craved your touch whether it be in pent up arousal or just needing to be comforted by a friend.

taking a piece of her hair and twirling it with your fingers, you lean up close to her ear and place a kiss on her neck. “i’ve missed you, ‘mione. you’re making this extremely hard with the way you look tonight. let me make you feel better” you say with an innocent tone. you can see the wheels turning in her head, wanting so badly to say yes.

she lets out a huff and lays her head in the crook of your neck. “i’ve missed you too, y/n. i’ve been meaning to talk to you actually. rumor has it that you’re dating parkinson,” she says with a slight bitter tone. letting out a laugh, “funny you should mention it, i’ve been meaning to talk to you about it too. and it’s not just pansy- i’m seeing ginny too. we’re all together. we were all actually sorta thinking that... you know... you would like to join us one night?”

a small smirk makes it’s way across her face. “i would love to y/n,” she says placing a kiss below your ear. letting out a huff, you feel the anxious feeling leave your body. hermione always was good at making you feel at ease with her. you only hoped that your girls would feel the same way about her.

you spend the rest of the night chatting with her and catching up. ever since the night you, pansy, and ginny slept together pansy’s possessiveness kicked in and was worried about you and hermiones relationship. of course, she knew you would never cheat but you respected and understood her boundaries nonetheless.

being with ginny and pansy was a different feeling than when you were with hermione. hermione felt like comfort and easy, but with ginny and pansy you were constantly on your toes. you loved how unpredictable you felt when you three were together. although it wasn’t as serious yet, you would never do anything to intentionally hurt either of your girls. that’s why you were shocked when they brought up inviting hermione for a night when your were all laying in bed.

you all had laid down your rules and boundaries making sure that all three of you were comfortable. now a few days later, you lay in bed with ginny and pansy on each of your sides while surfing the tv. hearing a soft knock, the three of your heads shoot up and ginny being closest to the door, opens it to reveal hermione.

“um hey,” she says shuffling her feet with her eyes glued to the floor. a part of you wanted to let out a laugh at the gryfindor girls newfound shyness but you didn’t want to make her more anxious than she already seemed to be.

“you can come lay with us,” pansy says speaking up. “we were just about to watch our baking show. miss y/n over here,” she says poking your side, “is convinced she’s going to suddenly become some hardcore soccer mom when we have kids and whip out all her hidden skills she seems so keen on having,” pansy jokes lightheartedly, trying to ease the tension.

you shake your head at her jabs at you, “well ‘mione has said my baking tastes exquisite- thank you very much.” you feel the bed dip beside you as hermione and ginny join you as you spend a moment intertwining the four of you, making a mess of limbs tied together. “actually y/n,” hermione joins in, “i was only saying that to be nice. i fed the rest to ronald- merlin knows that boy will eat anything.”

scoffing, “i cannot believe the three of you,” you say shaking your head at them. “just you wait ‘til i end up on master chef, just you wait.”

your laughter seems to die down after that as you all lay in each other’s embrace, cuddled together closely. leaning to your other side, you nudge yourself into ‘miones shoulder and start plastering kisses down her neck and upper breasts. you already feel her breathing increasing, coming out short in anticipation. you take notice that ginny has also start sucking on her other nipple with ‘miones fingers clutched in her hair.

sitting up to straddle her, pansy scotches closer to the side you had left as you grab her hands and place them on your waist. lifting your shirt off, you keep her hands on your waist as you swivel your hips seductively. running your own hands down your body making a show out of it, you grip your breasts while fasting your pace on her center. you swore you could almost feel both of your pussys pulsing against one another between both of your shorts.

the three of you lay around hermione almost bending to her will, trying to shower her with pleasure. kissing your way down her stomach and pause with your lips on her center while looking up at her with a smirk. the look in her eyes were silently begging and even though you knew you wouldn’t get a verbal plead from her, you took what you got.

kissing more up her thighs, you slide off her panties and throw it across the room. running your tongue along her lower lips, you feel her fingers slide through your hair while slightly tugging your head further down.

parting her lips with your tongue, you hear pansy whisper in her ear “beg for y/n. beg for her tongue and show her how eager you are for her. go on, bun.” you knew what pansy’s praising was doing to her. her thighs clench around your head as she lets out a long whine. “please, y/n i need to cum so bad. i- i missed your tongue so much baby.”

“sit on my face,” you say looking up at her. your three girls all have a shocked look but ginny starts manhandling hermione into the new position nonetheless. now, you lay on with your head pressed against pansy’s upper thighs, laying down on her with hermione hovering over you while facing the opposite direction in a heated make out with ginny.

ginnys hands guide hermione to sit on you as you clutch her thighs and dig your tongue into her instantly. the room is immediately filled with all of your moans as mione sits on your face, ginny sits atop of your center grinding against you, and pansy starts toying with her own clit.

part of you felt so overwhelmed but the other felt like nothing than ever before. you felt a sense of euphoria coursing your body with every sense heightened. your tongue slows down accidentally as ginny starts quite literally jumping on you, begging for friction.

hermione has none of this as she just shoves her ass further in your face. letting go of one of her thighs, you reach around to pansy and kneed one of her breasts, wanting to give her more attention. patting hermiones thigh, she looks down at you in questioning but you grab her hips and force her to sit now facing pansy.

shoving your face back into her heat, pansy and hermione are now fully making out as mione fingers her slowly. hearing pansy let out a loud moan, “fuck baby ride mommies face just like that. our little cum slut, aren’t you?”

slurping up all of her juices, you fasten your pace as you feel all four of you reaching your climaxes together. ginny bounces on you while mione rides your face and fucks pansy with her fingers.

“fuck gin, hump mommas pussy. you look so good, bunny,” you hear pansy praise from behind you. letting out a loud moan, hermione feels you vibrate under her, sending her over the edge along with you.

after feeling hermione slump against you and sluggishly pull off, pansy and ginnys moans join in and you knew your two girls were cumming. looking up to ginny, you see her face scrunched up as she’s now riding your thigh and pansy thrashes her hips off hermiones hand.

“hump my hand, pans. fuck- you look so hot,” hermione speaks up, praising pansy’s before she slows down her movements to a stop. you all lay there for a long moment as your bodies buzz highly. finally, the four of you crash into the pillows and nuzzle into each other’s touch while trying to catch your breath. even though your climax has now come and gone, you lay there with a small grin thinking about how right it felt. you and your girls laying together, cuddling while murmuring sweet things as each of you drift in and out of consciousness.

“we definitely need to do that again,” ginny says practically speaking each of your thoughts. you all break out in sleepy giggles and nod as hermione places a kiss on your shoulder. “definitely.”

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toherlover · 3 years

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more fun here

pairing: din djarin x reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: after spending the last 3 weeks on a bounty, din decides to give you the day off, but personal space was the last thing you wanted after spending so much time alone.

wordcount: 2.6k

warnings/tags: alcohol, drinking, language? maybe? i dont remember, lots of fluff, mutual pining, mostly from din’s pov

A/N: hi so i have never actually posted a fic before oop. i have them i just ~dont share~ so this is something new to try for now!

Mando jumped when the hatch fell open, shaken out of light sleep. His hand immediately fell to the blaster tucked into the holster but froze when he saw her trudging up the ramp. She was holding some sort of drink in one hand, her other arm held out to the side as if she was walking on a balance beam. The girl was muttering under her breath, obviously concentrating way too hard on not spilling whatever liquid was frothing in the glass.

When she got to the hull of the Razor Crest she let out an exasperated sigh.

“Hey Mando!” the girl yelled a little too loud, “I’m home!!”

The Mandalorian said nothing. She leaned against the frame and held the glass out to him, panting and starting to slide to the floor.

“I- I got one for-for you!”

He had given her the day to be off on her own, considering how safe the new system they’d landed in was known to be. Maker, she’d spent the last three weeks couped up in the crest by herself. Cabin fever had never really gotten to him, but when he came back this time, bounty flung over his shoulder, it was obvious that it had gotten to her.

He’d felt bad telling her to stay on the ship and only run to the shop when necessary, especially when she butted back in argument. The girl probably didn’t realize it was for her own good, a protective measure. She had rolled her eyes in annoyance, but when Mando didn’t falter in his stance through the fight she reluctantly agreed. He hadn’t meant to leave her alone this long, he truly thought it’d be just over a week, and there was a pang of guilt in his chest for leaving her here like this.

In his absence, the girl had thoroughly redecorated the ship. All sorts of… things, crafts, maker-knows-whats, were sitting atop crates, hung on the walls, clearly made using whatever she’d found rummaging through the spare parts bin and in the singular shop connected to the docking bay.

There was a string of little flickering lights hanging across the hull, pieced together from old console controls. It looked like she had sewed together some old fabrics to create some sort of rug, too.

The girl herself was asleep on the floor, surrounded by papers covered in writing and doodles. It was a mess- whatever she’d been writing was scattered and out of order. The kid was tucked under her arm, completely limp and snoring quietly. They looked like they’d passed out on the spot, mid-activity, on the Crest’s floor. She was wearing an odd combination of clothing he’d never seen before, had she made them herself? The child had a crown woven out of old wires sitting on his head, a matching one had clearly slipped out of her hair.

Mando silently thanked the stars not only for the fact that she was asleep when he got back, but that he had a layer of beskar to hide the smile he couldn’t keep from inching across his face. When he’d hired her a few months back to watch the kid and help copilot as needed, the girl had seemed so harsh. Her knuckles were scarred and she sneered when she called him out on his shit. Which she seemed to love to do.

In the cockpit, they’d sit in silence for hours, something the Mandalorian usually valued with others, but he wished she’d say something. Anything. Occasionally he’d feel her eyes trained on his helmet, or he’d glance back at her to see her clearly thinking deeply about something, but it was never a shared thought. It was quiet.

He’d never admit to it, but he was terrified that she was scared of him. Maker, she’d seen him come back out of breath and dragging a body behind him. She was always standing by when he was at his worst, catching her flinch out of the corner of his eye didn’t make it any better.

But there were moments. Moments he was sure she hadn’t noticed him watching. Moments when she was soft. There were little things. Like how she always gripped the armrest a little tighter and squeezed her eyes shut right before they landed, or how she places a gentle kiss on the kid’s head every night before tucking him in. He doubted she was aware, but she sticks her tongue out just a little bit and fiddles with her necklace when she’s concentrating. Sometimes she leaves little reminders around the ship for them both; they’re always signed with a smiley face at the end.

There were a few times he’d caught her humming to herself and dancing around on her toes. She was graceful- he wasn’t expecting that. For a fighter pilot with such a callous attitude, she was so delicate. So he stayed back, knowing she’d stop the moment she knew he was there.

Or how she left a third woven crown hanging from his seat in the cockpit. No, she didn’t wear a helmet, but it was pretty clear that she hid behind her own layer of beskar, too.

But they had never shared a moment like this: the girl slumped in the door frame, holding a drink out to him with a straw stuck in it. The child toddled over to her.

“Hey little dude!” she put the drink on the floor and held her arms out to him. “Look, sorry I’m back just a little smidgen of a bit late,” she said, words slurring, bopping him lightly on the nose. “I sorta kinda,” the girl’s voice didn’t get any quieter as she tried to whisper, “forgot where we were parked.” She shook her head and held a finger to her lips, “Don’t tell Mando.”

The Mandalorian let out a sigh loud enough to be heard through the vocoder and her head whipped around to face him. “I’m-” she started to get up, “I’m sorry I’m a little bit,” she held on to the wall as she stumbled forward, “a little bit late.” With a huff she gave up and sat back down on the floor, but continued to scootch herself closer to him, only stopping a foot or so before his feet.

Still, he was silent, and the color seemed to drain from her face. Under the cold stare of his visor, she tucked her head back like a child expecting to be scolded. After a few moments, she glanced nervously around the room, looking anywhere besides where she knew his eyes would be. She couldn’t tell the man in front of her was doing everything in his power to stifle a laugh as she struggled to sit up straight.

“Hey, so you’re actually a reeaallly quiet person,” she said softly, fidgeting a bit, “and I don’t know if you know or realize it or not, or if it’s on purpose, b- but when you go all quiet like this I really don’t know- I mean I’m terrible at reading the room anyways- but I can’t tell if you’re mad and I just-”

He cut her off. “I’m not mad.” Her face lit up slightly. Honestly, he wished he was angry. He should have been angry. His ship was a mess. But when she sat in front of him like this, he found it hard to be even the slightest bit irritated. He’d asked her to be back before nightfall, and for once she didn’t ask why or argue back.

“Oh.” She smiled softly then leaned all the way back so that her head skimmed the floor. She reached behind her, grabbing the blue drink and sliding it forward as she sat back up. “It was fun. Probably not your scene, I don’t really know, but the music was good, you would have liked that. You should have come.”

With a sigh, the Mandalorian rose to his feet and held a hand out to her, offering to help her up. She smiled again and let him pull her to her feet, immediately placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. His hand landed on her waist to keep her upright. “I don’t really do parties.”

She looked up at him. Somehow, even in her intoxicated state, she always managed to look him directly in the eye. “Yeah, I know. Sorta figured. To be really honest with you though, neither do I, I just wanted to do something a little bit different, yah know?”

“I know.”

They stood there in silence for a minute, then she rested her head against his chest. He froze. She’d never shown an ounce of affection, let alone stand together like this. He knew she was drunk. He guessed the girl wouldn’t remember this in the morning. But still, he held her tightly and savored the moment. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but she leaned against him anyway.

“But the credits I’d give to see you dance in this tin-man suit,” she knocked on his chest and giggled.

“I don’t really dance.”

“Liar. You can so dance. No way you’re that quiet and sneaky and can’t.” Her nose scrunched up as she scoffed at him, poking at his chest plate. “Me, however, whew, you really don’t know what you missed, shiny. You’re holding the worst dancer on this side of the galaxy.”

His head cocked to the side and he paused, watching her poke fun at herself, thinking of all the times he’d caught her tiptoeing around with the child. All the times she would sing quietly and swing her hips while out and about. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, “No I’ve seen you dance, you dance all the time.”

Her lips parted as a confused look fell across her face. He couldn’t fully read her expression, but it was clear a million thoughts were flooding her brain. He was instantly worried that he’d offended her. Not only had he invaded her privacy- he admitted it to her face. He worried she’d step away and the moment would end, that she’d go to bed and leave in the morning, taking her pay and her bag. But with one eyebrow raised and a soft smile playing across her face, she wrapped both arms around his neck.

“So I guess you owe me one then, huh? I brought you back a drink and everything.”

-----

You picked up on his almost inaudible laugh even through the modulator. Sure, you’d had a few drinks. You had been a little past the point of tipsy as you neared the Crest, but you were coming to your senses now. Were you over-exaggerating your state of mind? Most indefinitely. You couldn’t help it, though. The last 3 weeks had been an absolute shit-show.

You were fine until the end of the first week, then you started to get worried. The thought of him kept you up at night, so you told yourself that there was no way you could have possibly missed him. You only cared because this was your wellbeing now. I mean, before you got this position you spent every minute alone, too. This wasn’t any different.

Except that it was. And you hated that it was. This was just supposed to be another job. Somehow this man in a metal suit had weaseled his way into a soft spot in your heart.

He’d been so patient. Sure, you knew how to fly a ship, and you’re not clueless when it comes to mechanics, but this ship was unlike anything you’d seen before. So he taught you.

When he came back bloodied and bruised, he’d explain exactly what he needed you to do. In one instance he had gently guided your hand, slowly realizing he didn’t have to patch himself up anymore. Maybe he liked having you there. It was impossible to tell; maker, the few times you’d tried small talk it seemed to push him away even further.

But you didn’t want him further away.

You wanted him right here.

Figured that one out week two.

Week three the kid decided you didn’t need sleep. He cried and whined until you hung up that makeshift strand of lights. Then he sat and stared up at them like they were the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. So you made more things to pass the time. And more. And more.

You don’t even remember finally falling asleep, so waking up in the cot was a surprise. You slipped out of bed to figure out what was going on but stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him laugh.

The hatch to the cockpit was open, and from the low angle, you could just barely see the child sitting on the Mandalorian’s lap.

“It looks cute on you, kid.” The baby giggled and reached out for his arms. The wire crown was sitting on his head again. “How does mine look?”

The crown you barely remembered making for him during the third-week fever dream was clearly resting on his head, atop the helmet and all. The baby cooed.

When you landed he practically announced that the day was yours and you were free to go off and enjoy yourself. You thought about asking him to tag along but worried it’d be overstepping. Maker, the man had to have been just as, or even more, exhausted as you. Your pity didn’t run too deep, though. You knew it was selfish, but you hoped that maybe he’d want to be with you.

You tried your hardest to not seem disappointed when you turned to see him still in the hull as you strode down the gangway. You walked to clear your mind before popping into a cantina, which ended up being the center of life, and finding peace with the bottle.

The buzz had almost completely worn off by now, and you were back. And he was back. And he was holding you like he couldn’t risk letting you go.

-----

He looked down at her and let out a sigh. “Next time, sweet girl. We need to get you to bed before you’re out on the floor.”

Her face flushed pink at the sound of his words. Stars, at least he hoped that was why. He could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes asking, ‘sweet girl? When did you get so soft on me?’

She pushed up on her toes, flattening her body completely against his. Her arms were still around his neck, and he carefully brought his hands together behind her waist. Had he not been wearing the kriffing helmet he would have been able to feel her breath against his neck as she nestled herself impossibly closer.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered.

He gave a curt nod, his body stiff and tense under her.

“I wanted to leave the second after it started,” Her voice dropped even lower and her eyes fluttered shut, “... figured it’d be more fun here with you.”

His heart stilled as he realized her invisible beskar helmet had been lifted. He hoped it fell from her shoulders and rolled down the ramp, was lost in the night, maybe even stolen by scavengers, never to be seen between the two of them again.

She could feel his grip on her back tighten as his head relaxed onto her shoulder.

“Tomorrow night we’ll stay in,” his voice was just loud enough to pass through the modulator.

A smile crept across her face, “I’ll hold you to it, Mando.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

“I know.”

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buckybansre · 3 years

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my baby | reiner braun

warnings: angst (??) w/ happy ending, sorta fluffy at the end, hurt/comfort, references to alcohol.

pairings: reiner braun x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: reiner finally returns back home and all seems well. but is it actually?

it has been months since you got to see reiner and maybe even years since you got to see him for more than a few days a time, you hadn't realised how much you missed him until you were shuffling through groups of people who waited for their family members, just to get to the front so you could see him as soon as he got off the train.

so much time has passed since he was given the armored titan and sent on a mission across the sea, you guys never really had the chance to have a concrete conversion about what happened on paradis, but it was obvious that reiner avoided the subject so you didn’t push on it too much.

you always got self conscious about if his feelings for you still remained when he’d disappear for weeks at a time, but your high hopes persisted for your relationship regardless as you waited behind the gate for reiner to come through.

with his mother, karina standing next to you, your heart felt like it could pound through your chest at any given second.

i wonder if he’s gotten bigger,

i wonder if he’s grown a beard by now,

i wonder-

“reiner!” you heard his mom yell from your side, which immediately snapped you from your thoughts.

“r...reiner?” you looked at him, he looked different but still the same old reiner nonetheless.

he’d grown so big, and had stubble growing across his cheeks. you never smiled so big when you saw someone.

fuck, you really missed him so much. your mind couldn't help but ponder off to the next time he’d be requested to leave for another mission. it broke your heart. he only had a few years left, and in your head, those years are yours. they belong to you, you both earned this.

is that selfish of me? you thought, chewing on your bottom lip.

no. you reassured yourself. i am not selfish.

“y/n? i missed you so fucking much, god.” he rushed over and wrapped his around your waist, engulfing you into his warmness. his familiar scent of cigarettes (you had zeke to thank for that) and cologne quickly filled your nostrils. you only hugged him tighter which caused him to chuckle.

you’d forgotten that you cut about three inches off of your hair until reiner commented on it.

“did you do something new to your hair?” he whispered, shutting his eyes as he hugged you tighter. “you’re so pretty.”

your cheeks grew with a fiery feeling as he released you from his grasp and laid his hand on your cheek, running his thumb across every feature of your face which caused you to laugh.

reiner greeted the rest of his family, keeping his arm around you the entire time.

“let’s go home,” you said after he finished greeting his family, taking his hand into yours and leading him back home. “you need to rest.”

—

reiner always assured you that when he got back from his big mission, he would come and live with you, and he upheld that deal. you guys were so young, and it seemed like only a silly reality. but now, it had become real.

once reiner initially arrived back from paradis, you two moved rather quickly to pick a home before he had to leave again to aid the warriors in another mission.

the house was perfect for the two of you, and a family as well, if you and reiner ever decided you wanted to take that step.

you, so badly wanted to take that step. but reiner on the other hand never spoke about it, so neither did you.

nevertheless, the house seemed so tiny, even tinier when you were there alone.

you always insisted on decorating the house whenever reiner came back. it was your ultimate goal to make him feel wanted and welcomed.

he needed that reassurance, and you were more than happy to provide it.

“so.. do ya’ like it? i know it’s small and…” you trailed off as you both made your way into the house, seeing a banner and a few balloons spread across the dining room.

“what? no, it’s great, baby. as long as i get to come back to you, everything is great.” he cracked a smile as he shut the door and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“i can’t believe you still like me after all this time, or wanna be with me even. it’s crazy, really,”

the mutual crush between you and reiner began when you both were nine. reiner was training to be a warrior and you, well, you liked to watch.

you’d sneak to their practices and watch reiner do all of the drills and after, he’d confront you on your innocent stalking.

from then, the rest was history. you grew close with the other warriors, always having their favorite baked treats on hand when they had a hard day of training.

bertholdt was the one to make you confess your feelings to reiner once it was for certain that he was inheriting the amour titan and that they’d be traveling to paradis.

you missed bertholdt. so badly.

him, reiner, you and annie were inseparable. always being spotted together.

your heart broke badly when you found out they’d be inheriting titans, because from then, a timer would always be clocking down.

thirteen years.

“i only have a few years left, i don’t know who i’d rather spend it with,”

that.

that made your stomach churn in all different kinds of ways. he only had a few years left before he’d be gone forever.

you wished that he never got the armored titan, even back then you’d pray and pray that porco would get it instead of reiner.

selfishly of course.

“we never talked about this but, um, how were things… in paradis…?” you chewed on your bottom lip, your eyes carrying their gaze from the counter up to his eyes.

“interesting to say the least,” he sighed, shaking his head. “i’m going to go freshen up and then we can go to a bar, okay?”

“uh, yeah, about that, your family wants us over for dinner.” you looked at him and smiled slightly. “your mom made something for you and gabi,”

reiner and gabi’s relationship always made you smile. it’s what stemmed your wanting to have kids with reiner in the first place. he’d do anything for gabi.

“oh yeah, okay,” he nodded with a smile, kissing your head before walking into the bathroom to shower.

what the fuck does he mean by interesting? and what the hell happened on that island?

you brushed it off and walked into your bedroom and begun to brush your hair in order to flatten the stubborn flyaways that came up since you did your hair this morning.

reiner came out of the bathroom within a few minutes and had a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still covering his torso.

your cheeks quickly heated up as you got up quickly, even though you’d been with reiner for years, and even seen him naked multiple times, you still got flustered at the sight of him.

“uh, i’m gonna go uh, help you mom prepare dinner,” you walked out of the room before he replied. “meet me there in ten.”

it always shocked you how it wasn’t awkward between you both and everything just went back to normal so quickly.

you hoped to be married to him soon, have a few children and live in this house with him until his years were over.

you hoped.

you grabbed your jacket and bag and began walking towards the braun house. reiner’s mom made sure that when you two picked a place, that it was close.

you knocked on the door twice before it was opened by a small brown haired girl with gleaming brown eyes.

“gabi!” you grinned and leaned down to hug her. “i heard about what you did, it’s very impressive,” your fingers smoothed her hair back as you looked down at her.

“y/n! thank you!” she giggled before taking your hand and leading you into the house. “where’s reiner?” she peaked behind you before squinting her eyebrows.

“oh he’s just getting dressed, he’s gonna meet me here,” you replied as you step into the dining room of the house. “i wanted to come a bit early and help.”

you started by placing the plates and utensils on the tables for all the guests, then you helped karina make a pitcher of tea and by then dinner was ready.

you all sat at the table as karina and reiner’s aunt placed the few dishes of food onto the table.

“where’s reiner y/n?” reiners uncle asked as he began to cut into his food.

you did the same and began cutting into your food, answering before taking a bite.

“i dunno, he said that we would meet me here,” you took a bite of food and swallowed. “perhaps he fell asleep or something? i’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

everyone at the table nodded and with that, gabi began retelling her story about what happened on the battle field.

she was an impressive warrior candidate, and that’s saying the least. but you didn’t want gabi to inherit the armored titan, because similarly to reiner, you didn’t want her to have a short life.

but gabi seemed so happy, and it sickened you to your stomach. marley is poisoning these kids to want to be tools of war. it made you even sicker how every eldian parent thought this was normal, not even normal, they thought it was a prize of some sort.

it wasn't.

as gabi kept talking, no one realized how much time was passing. by the time she was done telling her story, everyone was finished with their dishes and the pitcher of tea was empty.

“i don’t know why reiner didn’t show,” you said, shaking your head to yourself as you began to help gabi clear the plates off of the table.

it isn’t like him to skip out on family dinner the day he gets back.

“he’s probably just exhausted,” the small girl shrugged as you both headed towards the sink.

“i think you’re right,” you smiled down at her, ruffling her hair as the dishes made a clinking noise in the sink.

you put on your coat and grabbed your bag.

“i’ll let reiner know that you guys missed him,” you said to everyone, earning a mix of goodbyes before walking out of the house and onto the windy street.

your shoes clicked against the sidewalk as you walked the few minutes it took you to get back to your home.

god, these things were killing your feet.

“reiner!” you yelled as soon as got through the front door. “why the hell didn’t you come to dinner?”

you looked well throughout the house and he was nowhere to be found, he wasn’t at home.

well then, where hell was he?

“fuck, reiner.” you sighed and put back on your jacket before heading out of your house once again.

you suspected him to be at the bar since he mentioned it earlier. it was either that or a damn emergency happened and he was with the other warriors.

you hoped it was the second one. because why else would he pass up dinner with his family on his first night back?

it took about fifteen minutes for you to reach the bar nearest to your home. by the time you got there you were shivering and your feet and hands were freezing.

as you walked into the bar you were greeted by the workers, you nodded in their direction and gave them a small smile in reply.

your eyes glazed around the room for the tall blonde, it didn’t take long for you to spot him sitting on one of the stools at the bar, downing another glass of brown liquid before requesting another.

you walked over to him and placed your hand on his shoulder. “reiner,” you say sternly. “i’m glad you’re okay but why didn’t you sho-”

“y/n! my girls here, everyone!” he grinned as his words slurred, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing tightly.

he’s definitely had one too many.

a few other drunk people cheered and he smiled at you before pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.

gross, reiner. you cringed slightly at the feeling of his wet lips against your cheek.

“reiner,” your voice was soft as you gently moved yourself out of his grip and sat in the stool next to him, frowning slightly at this sight of him. “can i have a water with no ice, please?”

“what?” he asked with a chuckle as he began to pick up his next glass of brown liquid which you quickly took from him and replaced it with the water you asked for.

“you didn’t come to dinner. everyone was so excited to see you.” you sat the glass down on the counter, trailing your finger around the cold rim before you made eye contact with him, sighing softly as you gestured for him to take a sip of water.

“oh fuck me,” he chuckled deeply, pushing the water slightly to the side. “it would’ve just been depressing, all they wanna know is how my time on the island was. i would rather die than think about anything that happened on that island ever again,”

what?

he’s never said anything like that before. but then again, you guys never made time to properly talk about everything.

and now, you felt horrible because of that.

you didn’t know what your boyfriend was feeling, which seemed to be a lot. yet, you were left completely in the dark.

but, that’s your fault for not inquiring sooner.

you shook your head.

no.

but everything that you just thought was completely true.

your eyes widened and you felt like ten pounds of weights were suddenly attached to your heart. it hurt that he would even talk about himself like that.

your eyes grew slightly watery, as you looked at him. in this light, this sight of him looked so different, he looked… unhappy, maybe? you didn’t know.

he was ruff, so jagged with scratches placed across his chin, bags under his eyes, his hair stuck up in different directions and the stubble growing across his cheeks that looked so handsome to you earlier just added to the look.

he looked tired.

but tired of what?

“let’s go home,” you said softly gently taking his hand after placing some money on the counter to pay for whatever reiner had been drinking.

“you asked me about paradis earlier,” he started.

“reiner,”

this isn’t the time or place. why now reiner? god.

“no let me talk, y/n.” his eyes met yours, they were filled with hurt and anger. the water that clouded his eyes could pour out any second but it refused to even trickle slightly.

you let him talk, even if it was in the middle of a halfway busy bar and the pair of you were gaining looks by the minute.

“everything that happened on that island was so shit,” he chuckled sadly. “did you notice how i was when bertholdt didn’t come back? i couldn’t even save annie.”

“reiner, i…”

“bertholdt is dead and who the hell knows what’s happening to annie right now! i failed them y/n! bertholdt died because of me!” he yelled and a tear finally trickled from his eye.

you guys were gaining the attention of people by the second now.

“i doubt that’s true, reiner.” you clenched your jaw.

reiner recognized that as a lie, but you didn't.

“no it is true, i’m a monster, y/n! i killed so many people! i killed my comrades! they didn’t know any better!” he stood up and tears just kept coming from then.

a tear fell down your cheek and you wiped it quickly. “reiner, please just let’s go home we can talk about this there,” you took both of his tense fists into your small hands and your thumbs crossed over his calloused knuckles a few times.

“y’know… even since we were kids, i always thought you were the most beautiful girl i’d ever seen,” he whispered, now cupping your face and looking down at you.

“and that always kept me going but i don’t know if i…” his voice cracked and he finally noticed the immense hurt on your face.

his heart dropped. he thought he lost you. causing a stupid scene in the middle of a bar, what the hell was he thinking?

“please,” your voice still somehow remained soft, your lips even ever so slightly curving up into a smile. “let’s just go home, okay?”

he silently agreed, ushering you both out of the bar as the pair of you gained looks from the others in the bar.

the walk back home was silent, but he still persisted to hold your hand the whole way back home.

you unlocked the door and reiner went straight to the bedroom but you stopped in the kitchen to fill up a glass of water for him.

as you walked into the bedroom you saw reiner sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his lap.

you sat the glasser on the dress and walked over to him, rubbing his back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. unexpectedly, reiner began to quietly sob into your torso.

“you’re not a monster, okay? you were so young, you didn’t know any better. it’s not your fault.” you said quietly, kissing his head.

he brought you onto his lap and you wiped the last few tears that dropped.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered. “i wish i never inherited that stupid titan, i should’ve been here with you. i should be able to live a long life with the girl i love. i earned that much, right?”

a tear fell down your cheek, now knowing that you both shared the same regret of him inheriting the titan and learning the new information that he would’ve wanted to live a long life with you.

“yes, yes you did.”

you wrapped your arms around him tightly. “none of this is your fault, i promise. no one blames you, you were just a kid.”

he nodded in response, looking down at you.

“if anything it’s marley’s fault for putting such hard expectations on children.” you reassured him once again, pressing a longing kissing his temple.

he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, his hands on your waist as he kissed you gently.

you kissed him back, draping your arms loosely around his neck. your stomach piled with butterflies as you felt reiner’s hands travel down your back before he pulled you closer.

your heart was heavy once again, but for a different reason.

you were in love. reiner was all that you yearned for, and he was yours. only yours.

you inhaled his scent indirectly, smiling against his lips as you felt so safe and warm within his arms, with his lips pressed to yours.

for once, you were optimistic about the future. because, well, everything felt so bright and perfect in that moment. you wished you could stop time in this moment and just replay this moment over and over again. you’d never get tired of it. and that way, reiner would never have to leave you again.

you sighed happily.

“i love you,” he whispered against your lips.

you rested your forehead against his and your eyes met his gleaming hazel pupils.

“and i love you, always,”

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jjeongsa · 3 years

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closure. | [enhypen] lee heeseung.

you finally get something you’ve always wanted.

requested? no!

warnings; exes to friends to ?? i like writing after 1am. got inspired to write abt pain thanks to @skyaura-koo also,, im a little tipsy so, mentions of drinking! light cursing, slight angst ? idk im not rlly good at it

status; 730 words | unedited

Closure was something you've always wanted. Ever since you broke up with Heeseung, it's been one of the things on your mind. Of course, initially, it was annoyance. At him or at yourself, you aren't really sure, but the endless hours of isolation brought by the pandemic, and lockdown measures has got you thinking. It was time for you to mature.

You don't remember when it started, talking to him again. After your failed relationship last year, you've barely spoken a word to Heeseung, and suddenly you're talking as if no time passed at all.

"Yeah, after we broke up, she sorta approached me first. We got to talking, and now we're together again."

He was talking about Aera, his ex before you turned into new girlfriend after you. He's a bit hesitant about the details, still uncomfortable about sharing details on his newly revived love life. Not even Jay and Jake know much of their rekindled romance, and you knew them as Heeseung's closest friends.

Your heart burns a little. Was it jealousy? Happiness, now that you're finally getting the closure you wanted? You couldn't really process how you're feeling at the moment. The fact that he's even talking to you, now, after all this time, still puts your mind on haywire.

After that call, you'd still message each other from time to time. Mostly, it was about how school and work was keeping you both busy. Other times, talks of plans to meet each other and drink with friends was brought up. And this one time, "honesty hour" struck, and you recall your own relationship.

"Is something wrong?"

He just broke up with Aera. "It was mutual," he said. "We were both getting too busy with work and barely talk. We can't even meet up in person, so we just ended it." He talks about how much it's hurting him, how sad he is. You bury your own hurt away. You're here as his friend now. Someone he could confide in. You can't risk involving your own selfish feelings.

"Actually," he calls you by your nickname. Hearing it come from his lips almost hurt. "Sometimes, I think about us. What we had last year... it was such a goddamn waste."

You bring the bottle of soju to your lips, the rough drag of the liquid accepted by your throat. You swallowed it all.

"We could've... worked. I think about the moments when we were together, and how happy I was. But Jake and Jay..." Heeseung stops, and drinks from his own bottle. The movement choppy as you watched him on your laptop screen.

"After we broke up, I sat them down and got mad at them. I told them, 'I know you're my friends, but I feel like you choked me and tried to control my relationship with [name].' Because... they told me you were too much to handle," you laughed.

Shifting in your seat, you reply, "They told me, you weren't mature enough to handle me. That's so fucked up."

Heeseung shook his head, drinking from his bottle. Laughter crackled in your earphones. "I feel like, if before, we didn't have all these third party opinions, and influences... I feel like it could've worked." He added. You take one more sip from your bottle, already feeling the effects of the alcohol. "Take two?" You laugh, "I'm just kidding."

He laughed as well, "Don't say that! We're both just tipsy." Your giddiness falls into a solemn smile, watching as he took another swig at his bottle. You weren't sure if it was you, or the alcohol speaking, but even under the singular light from his desk lamp, features hazy from your video call, voice static and choppy, Heeseung was still the most beautiful person you ever laid eyes on. Failed past relationship aside, he was someone you wanted to keep in your life forever.

"Anyway, I'm really feeling the soju right now." He breaks the silence that has fallen between you two. You nod as well, a sense of calm washing over you when you realize how comfortable the two of you are with each other again.

"This is fun," you say after another sip. "We should do this again." He nods along, "Definitely. Maybe next time we could invite Sunghoon, and the others."

You nod, excited.

"Or maybe, it could stay as just the two of us?"

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gameofdrarry · 3 years

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Veela Creature!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Taro Milk Tea with a side of Depression by VeelaWings Rated: Mature Words: 1073 Tags: Pre-Slash, Screenplay/Script Format, Conversations, Veela Draco Malfoy, Werewolf Harry Potter, Guidance Counselors, in therapy, Depression, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Morbid Humor, Inappropriate Behavior from a Professional, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary: Draco sat through twenty grievous minutes of Ministry-mandated group therapy for Newly Registered Magical Beings & Creatures — then promptly stormed out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Feathers, Fire & Fate by agentmoppet Rated: Teen and Up Words: 25983 Tags: Veela Draco Malfoy, Unspeakable Harry Potter, Peacock Keeper Draco Malfoy, unusual careers, Banter, Pining, Loneliness, Dreamscapes, Accidental Bonding, Cursed Bonding, Guilt, Soulmates, Drinking, Minor Injuries, H/D Erised 2020, Creature Fic, Cursed Harry Potter, Fate, Dreams, Peacocks, Animals, Animal Sanctuary, Repaying Debt, Veela Mates Summary: Harry Potter ignites the Veela’s Curse and gets an unwitting Draco Malfoy bonded to him as his executioner… and soulmate. They’ll need to break it quickly, before it takes over, but Potter isn’t the only one running out of time. The sand in the hourglass has nearly fallen, and whichever way this ends, Draco is doomed. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Not Even Malfoys Wear Silk to Work by ringelchen Rated: Explicit Words: 14026 Tags: Christmas, First Dates, Co-workers, Veela Draco Malfoy, Vampire Harry Potter, Veelas, Vampires, Creature Fic, Oblivious Harry Potter, Secrets, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Has Long Hair, Harry Potter Cooks, Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Flirting, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary: Harry invites Draco, his new boss who also happens to be a Veela, to spend Christmas Eve with him. It is supposed to be their first date and Harry wants it to be perfect. However, with him being a new vampire and not knowing a thing about Veelas, problems are bound to occur. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats Rated: Explicit Words: 104357 Tags: Veela Draco Malfoy, Veela Mates, Teddy Lupin was Raised by Harry Potter, Parent Harry Potter, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Harry Potter, Past Suicide Attempt, H/D Food Fair 2018, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Thinks Draco Malfoy is Up to Something, Draco Malfoy Cooks, Courtship, Food Issues, Romance, Pining Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 There's You by epsilonargus Rated: Teen and Up Words: 19254 Tags: Veela Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Post-Hogwarts, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Creature Fic, Winged Draco Malfoy, St Mungo's Hospital, Angel’s Trumpet Draught, Grimmauld Place, H/D Pottermore Fair 2015 Summary: When Draco is attacked and turned into a Veela, he falls under the protection of Auror Harry Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Today, Forever by PalenDrome (nerdherderette), PotterArt Rated: Explicit Words: 60958 Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Voyeurism, Frottage, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Auror Harry Potter, Veela Draco Malfoy, Winged Draco Malfoy, Veela Mates, Bonding, Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Draco Malfoy/OMC (brief), Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Case Fic, Minor Violence, Minor Character Death, Magical Theory, Magical Biology, Muggle and Wizarding Technology, Digital Art, Embedded Images, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2018, Community: harrydracobang Summary: As if his recent divorce and sleepless nights weren’t bad enough, a rash of escalating crimes against purebloods forces Harry and his team of Aurors to protect the riskiest target in all of Wizarding Britain. Of course, Draco Malfoy would still be ridiculously infuriating and impossibly gorgeous. As well as a Veela. Who happens to be Harry��s mate. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Year's Temptation by Lomonaaeren Rated: Mature Words: 118117 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Veela, Angst, Post - Half-Blood Prince, Alternate Universe, Consensual Infidelity, Dubious Consent Summary: Draco isn't best pleased to discover he's a Veela at twenty-four...especially since both he and his mate, Harry Potter, are married. Harry suggests a compromise that might work, if everyone agrees. But the compromise is fragile, and stands the chance of only making everything monumentally worse than before. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 High Priced by dysonrules Rated: Mature Words: 17094 Tags: Veela, EWE, Magical Creatures Summary: Harry Potter discovers he has Veela blood, which requires him to have contact with his "mate" in the form of some sort of physical touching or else he will wither and die. Of course, his mate turns out to be someone extraordinarily unsuitable--Draco Malfoy, who is only too gleeful to finally have something that Harry Potter needs. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Animal Attraction by Tari_Sue Rated: Explicit Words: 19334 Tags: Veela, Veela Draco Malfoy, Veela (Harry Potter) Summary: A hex gone wrong turns Draco from one of the world’s most despised wizards into the Ministry’s most desirable Veela. Now all he has to do is learn to control Veela Allure gone haywire, try to find a cure and avoid Harry Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Glory Be by Lomonaaeren Rated: Explicit Words: 32847 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Veela, Assassins & Hitmen, Veela Fest Summary: Draco—Draco Malfoy, skilled assassin, powerful and wealthy Veela, former Death Eater—has always known what to do, where to go, who to kill. And then Harry Potter came along: Harry Potter, Unspeakable, former Auror, the most powerful wizard Draco has ever seen. And Draco catches a glimpse of glory he may be unable to live without. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In The Hand by aideomai Rated: Teen and Up Words: 28470 Tags: Multiverse, lots of harrys, a few more dracos, feat. - Freeform, Veela Draco Malfoy, Female Harry Potter, Female Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, (sorta) - Freeform, oh and a jazz singer Summary: Two months after Harry went missing, when Hermione was frantic with fear and panic and sleep deprivation, Draco Malfoy cornered them outside the Great Hall before breakfast. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Nothing Stays the Same by isabelbarret Rated: Explicit Words: 103022 Tags: Auror Harry Potter, Veela Draco Malfoy, Veela, Babysitter Draco Malfoy, Falling In Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Harry Potter, Quidditch, Daily Prophet Summary: When Luna leaves for a year for an internship in America Harry is in need of a new babysitter. That's where Draco Malfoy comes who is now a redeemed death eater, veela, and highly recommended nanny. Life only gets crazier for Harry when a new case comes to the Auror department and the Daily Prophet is printing everything that harry does. Life is never simple for Harry Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Shine, Even in the Darkness by raitala Rated: Explicit Words: 41159 Tags: Top Draco, Bottom Harry, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Sex Compulsion, Quidditch, Draco is still a prick, Facials, Frottage, Auror Harry, Veela Draco Summary: Harry hasn’t seen Draco for over fifteen years, but now he’s showing up everywhere and Harry is sort of weirdly attracted to him, but that can’t be right? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Gift of Life by dragontara Rated: Explicit Words: 13658 Tags: Mpreg, Veela Draco, Bottom Harry, Top Draco, Protective!Draco, Difficult!Harry, Loyal!Hermione, Doting!Narcissa Summary: Harry had always wanted a family of his own. Now, after a drunken one night stand, he was going to get it, but it'd be nice to remember with whom he was getting it. Also, having a baby with a Veela was a much bigger challenge for Harry than he'd have ever thought possible. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Veela-Ness by Quentin_threepwood Rated: Mature Words: 12618 Tags: Mpreg, Mpreg Harry, Veela Draco Malfoy, Gay Summary: When Harry is informed he's pregnant, he knows it shouldn't be possible. For one he was a bloke. But maybe Draco his sort of boyfriend, wasn't lying when mentioned he was a Veela... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 My Name Was Safest in Your Mouth by alpha_exodus Rated: Expicit Words: 46134 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, HP: EWE, Background Relationships, Background Slash, Background Femslash, Pining, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Creature Fic, Veela Draco Malfoy, Mates, Veela Mates, Magical Theory, Major Illness, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Virus, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bonding, Magical Biology, Friends With Benefits, Angst with a Happy Ending, Community: hd_erised, Alcohol Summary: Harry didn’t ask for Malfoy to walk into his shop after so many years. But one event leads to another, and soon they’re scrambling to help Hermione find the solution to one of the most insidious viruses the wizarding world has ever seen. To make matters worse, Malfoy’s hiding something, and Harry really wants to kiss him—except Malfoy doesn’t date. Ever. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 body electric by lastontheboat Rated: Mature Words: 8844 Tags: Wandmaker Harry Potter, Veela Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, draco has commitment issues, harry makes wands the muggle way, draco's magic is suddenly on the fritz, oh no what could be causing it, nothing a good lust-powered wand crafting session won't fix, Harry Potter Has Long Hair, Dirty Talk, woodworking is sexy and nothing will change my mind on this subject Summary: “What could you possibly want?” Harry asks. "Would you believe I’m here for assistance with my wand?” Malfoy replies, still refusing to meet his eyes, and Harry snorts. “There are other wand makers,” he says tightly. “Unless you’ve slept with all of them as well.” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Amaranthine by Bumping_Bees Rated: Explicit Words: 10324 Tags: Veela Draco Malfoy, Mates, Romance, Soul Bond, Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Reimagining of the Deathly Hallows, The Princess Bride References, Mating Bond, Veela Mates, Facebook: Hermione's Nook, Rimming, Anal Sex, Wingfic Summary: "Isn't that how stories are told? Fight the bad guy, be the hero, live happily ever after in love? After everything he had been through, some part of him really believed he would get a happy ending." Harry Potter never expected to become someone's mate. He never thought Draco Malfoy would love him back. He certainly never imagined that there was a path that would lead through the war to them both being alive. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 touch me, touch the sky by glittering_git Rated: Explicit Words: 34458 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Auror Draco Malfoy, Veela Draco Malfoy, Magical Creatures Consultant Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, Getting Together, Animagus, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Creature Discrimination, Mates, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Switching, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Face-Fucking, Couch Sex, Trans Female Character, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Bars and Pubs, Drinking, Secrets, Background Femslash, Creature Fic, Unusual Career, wing fic, Tattoos, Wandless Magic, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), Allusions to Various Creature Attacks, Non-Graphic Violence, Committing Acts of Violence Under a Spell, Compulsion, Blood and Injury, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Kidnapping, H/D Erised 2020 Summary: Draco Malfoy has been an Auror for six years, but he’s never done anything more than push paper. When he and his new partner get called in on the biggest case the DMLE has worked in ages, Draco thinks his luck has finally changed. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Malfoy's Mate by maraudersaffair Rated: Explicit Words: 2481 Tags: Veela Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Auror Partners, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Injury, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Christmas Fluff Summary: Draco and Harry are Auror partners. They share a desk and quills and apricot buns. Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate, but Draco knows he would lose Harry if he ever told him. ❤️ Read on AO3

#veela!draco #veela fic #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 3 years

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I See You Clearly Now

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 0, babeyy. Complicated human relationships, maybe.

Word Count: 5.5k, once again, what the absolute fuck, who am I

Summary: An impromptu all nighter and a very domestic day with Sam who is- he’s a crush, right? Right?

A/N: This was basically me working through my emotions for a person in my life. I don’t-

Also, this was half because of an anonymous request I got the other day that wrote “please some sam winchester x reader but maybe an au with no creepy scary things” Here you go, hon. I’d argue complicated feelings are scarier than monsters, but whatever lights your candle :)

It’s four in the morning and she doesn’t particularly know when the decision was made to ignore the black night sky or the time, or how both Madison and her mutually agreed to it, but sleep is not close in the horizon. College life is exhausting, but this week was uneventful and slow, unmoving to the point of boredom. The beers in her fridge were staring angrily back at her, and her contacts seemed to anticipate her texts. Madison was the first choice, she hadn’t seen her in a while.

And where I go / Singing song of your affection / With rhymes to your perfection / Of you

I see you clearly now / I hold you dearly now / The sun is in my eyes (x)

Meeting arranged, hugs in hello and rosy cheeks, because her apartment is always warm, beers cracked open and drunk, and now Madison is on one of her white, comfortable lounge chairs, angrily ranting about Steve Rogers and Marvel. It’s that hour of the early morning when everything feels a bit gooey and intangible, stretched and fabricated, and there’s nowhere she’d rather be, content in defending a character she loves, warm, belly full of light alcohol and midnight-made crepes. Her cat moves loosely in the room, pointedly ignoring both humans, and Y/n’s cozy and happy to see the wild motions of her friend’s hands as she yells- the mild worry in the back of her head that she’ll find a note with a noise complaint taped on her door the next morning.

For all she cares, nothing could make this any better.

The night continues, laughter over Youtube videos and reality competition failures, repeated funny clips and belly-holding, more hurting of the cheeks from the laughter, more snacks, and she’s forgotten what that feels like in her never ending, break-neck-paced everyday life.

Time passes full of smiles and even more green cans of beer. Pyjamas are worn, sleeping bags are stretched on the floor over the fluffy grey rug, her cat seemingly having found a new enemy in the whipping of the sheets in the air. They laugh at her playing with them, until she settles on her little spot over her soft blanket. The girls stretch in their makeshift beds and they talk, texts are shot to other friends, also awake, selfies full of grins and-

“Sam says hello,” is all Madison has to say for Y/n to suddenly feel his absence in the room.

Sam. Of course.

“Gimme your phone.” Tipsy voice message with off-key singing sent. More happy smiles. A reply, a voice message of his own- “I’m glad you two are having fun. Where are you guys?”.

Y/n’s place, the reply is sent.

“Should I tell him to come by?” And Y/n has to hold her heart in steel hands to force it not to jump out of her chest and straight into her throat. Somehow, Sam always shows up when Madison calls, she thinks, a bitter taste in her mouth. Jealousy. Bottom lip bitten.

“Of course, if he wants to.” She hates to admit she’s excited to see him. Hates it, because she hasn’t talked to him in five months- not properly anyways- and the idea that Madison somehow is always in contact with him makes the familiar knife twist. The two had dated, sure, they’re friends now, a chemistry shared between them that’s inexplicable. It makes her wonder how two people can be so familiar with each other, how they can always be so fucking happy, bouncing off of each other, the sparks fly, people wonder why they broke up (Madison fell in love with someone else. Y/n doesn’t know how Sam reacted.)

Madison and her are friends, sure, but it seems everyone from that side of her friendships is close, but not enough to touch, so Madison never talked about it to her. Sam didn’t either. In fact Sam never even mentioned they’re dating. Sam never ever talks about his relationships. Not to her. He once told her, in that one phone call that lasted four hours until 6 in the morning, the one she can’t seem to forget, that he thinks his love life is nobody’s business. He’s vulnerable with it. Doesn’t share it ever with pretty much anyone (he’d share it with Madison, she thinks bitterly.) Sam, additionally, rarely answers her texts.

They’re in this weird limbo situation. She’d confessed her affection about a year ago, New Year’s eve and festive spirits, influenced by champagne and encouraging friends, and she’d received an “I wondered about us too, but I’m honestly in a weird place, unsure. I really enjoy your company, though, I think you’re really cool and I am very happy with how we are now. Friends.” No dice. She took it in stride. She’s fine with it. No really, she is. Over it.

Then Madison hooked up with him. That one hurt.

They’d talked about it- with Madison that is- because they’re friends, Madison had also been jealous -before Y/n’s confession, when Sam seemed sorta into her and things were going well- and had urged her to go for it. Y/n had shared the sentiment (“If you two end up doing anything, I’m fine with it, it’s really none of my business. You’ve been his friend for longer than I have.”) and she had really meant it. But then Sam didn’t want her, and he ran off in the sunset with Madison for a grand total of three months, and rotten feelings were there in every other step Y/n took.

Now though, she’s fine. Sam has a different pace than her, she knows it now, has come to terms with it. He’s such a gentle, loving creature, so caring and passionate and smart and kind, with those wonderful eyes and his soft hair and the scent that makes her weak in the knees. She’ll have him in her life if that means a single four hour phone call every six months and loose texts here and there- sent by her of course, because he rarely ever texts first for some infuriating reason, and she panics he’s gonna forget her. Other than that, she’s come to terms with the fact that they’ll always be distant friends, that she’ll admire him from afar and he’ll maybe think about her once a month.

He always seems so happy to see her, though. He’s so fucking difficult to decipher.

“He’s on his way.” Brought back to the present by Madison’s statement, Y/n sulks back in her seat, a small, excited smile crossing her features. She’s happy to see him. She missed him.

He’s making his way through the other side of town, though. He’ll be here in two hours just to see them, and her heart flutters.

Till then, Madison lays in her sleeping bag turns out the lights, Y/n’s cat stretches sleepily, and Y/n doesn’t fall asleep, anxious she won’t hear him ring her bell, won’t hear her phone or Madison’s at his call. She’s only slightly desperate.

Time has slipped to six in the morning. Y/n’s eyes are wide open, her head woozy from the fatigue and the alcohol, but, when the rug vibrates with the ring of Madison’s phone, she jumps. She jumps, and so does her heart, skips a beat, because he’s here and she hasn’t seen him since the summer and she just wants to hug him hello.

“Pst! Madison.” With a slap of her hand over her phone, Madison, in a lump on the floor, pulls the phone and balances it on the cut of her cheekbone, speaker over her ear, while her hand slumps back under the sleeping bag. Nelly- Y/n’s cat- blinks lazily, spooked by the sound of the phone call, but ultimately, not giving it much attention.

“Hm? Yeah. Mkay,” sleepy, mumbled words muttered into the phone. At least someone caught some shut-eye between them. “Bring some beers.” A small chuckle, a shake of her shoulders. “Oh yah.” Another laugh. “Hmph, buzzkill.”

Y/n is turning on a small light, just until the sun rises properly up the sky, because everything is currently a little dark still.

“Atta boy. We’re waiting for you.” Another short laugh. Madison hangs up turns on her back, and her phone falls off her face as she stretches, smiles, arms slumping over her chest. She doesn’t offer much information about the phone call. Not ten minutes later, the doorbell rings.

Y/n stumbles, sheets tangling on her legs, nearly tripping, to buzz him in.

He walks up the stairs, and she sees his head rise over the edge of the top step, a crooked smile on his pretty lips and she smiles back brightly. Arms raised over his head, he shows a plastic bag, clinking glass inside, and he whoops slightly. Y/n grins, throwing a victorious fist in the air.

“The feast continues!” And Sam laughs, toothy and bright as the sun. Y/n attacks him with a hug.

Warm arms stretch around her, hold her close, warm and tight, and he still smells heavenly, like he showered before he left his house. He smells like freshly cleaned clothes and vanilla scented body wash, like the seat of his car, deodorant and a deep, musky smell she can’t quite place.

My God, she’s missed him.

Madison is still on the floor of Y/n’s bedroom, mumbling her hello and burrowing a little in her sheets. Sam kneels down and hugs her, and she hugs back. “Nice to see you, dick”

“Runt,” he replies with a nod, as if he tips off his hat to her. Carefully, Sam also kneels next to Nelly, scritches under her little chin and whispers his soft greeting, to which the cat responds with a low purr and the bending of her head to give him a little more room. Sam smiles, and Y/n can feel her eyes being shaped into comically large hearts.

“M’God,” Madison groans. “I wanna stay awake but ugh.” Y/n smiles gently.

“Go back to bed. I have an appointment with my therapist in four hours though.” Madison nods numbly.

“Wake me up in three and a half, I’ll leave.” Y/n and Sam share a look and the former shrugs.

“Okay.”

Madison shifts, puts her headphones on and shuts her heavy eyelids, pretty much instantly falling asleep. Y/n is running on battery saver mode, enhanced by the incredible amount of adrenaline Sam’s presence seems to bring.

She nods for him to follow her and grabs her laptop, dumping herself on her living room couch, Sam closing the bedroom door behind himself and following her lead. He deposits most of the beers in the fridge and keeps two, which he opens. Y/n watches his ease in her kitchen, even though he’s never been here before and her heart wiggles in content.

He sits next to her on the couch, keeping a barely there distance between them, as she pushes the screen open. Despite all the feelings that have manifested in her chest over the relatively short time she’s known him, Sam and her really hit it off since day one. She met him during a surprise party thrown for Madison. Sam brought the cake, Y/n the candles and the lighter, and other friends brought alcohol, plastic plates that were never opened and cutlery.

The whole group had waited under Madison’s building, singing a very cheerful happy birthday, loudly enough for their voices to grow hoarse, and for Madison’s eyes to roll back into her skull with a sheepish smile. They had walked to a park, sat down and feasted on the cake straight from the pastry box, yet Sam was talking with Y/n on the swings a little ways to the right, away from the cheerful company, talking about fond childhood memories, about his brother, about their favourite movies. Y/n felt it, felt her heart drooping low, the familiar feeling of wanting to impress someone, to be liked by them. Even then, under whatever stars could be seen in their city, she knew he was gonna be trouble.

Beer bottle passed, and she clinks hers on his cheekily, receiving a tip of his head and a half-smile in response. Decided sips. Bottles held against bent knees as they both fold them like pretzels. Small talk about college, about recent misadventures and drunken phone calls, and soon she gets the urge to fill their time with something.

“Movie?” she asks, and Sam just seems on board.

“What do you have?”

And he ducks close to her and checks out the titles. “Do you wanna watch Hamilton? I’ve heard it’s really good.”

“YES, Sam,” enthusiastic and loud. Sam grins. They settle back on the couch.

Fifteen minutes into the play, Y/n doesn’t even hesitate, doesn’t ask and doesn’t preface by saying anything. With all the naturalism that their relationship has, all the affection she knows Sam has to give, she scooches closer to him and leans her head on his shoulder, hugs his arm to her chest, and he leans into her comfortably. “This okay?” The answer she looks for comes in the form of him leaning his head down on top of hers gently.

They watch two thirds of the play before they both get increasingly tired, since it’s a three hour performance. Their brains are kinda mushed, especially because of the lack of sleep, but they happily gush about how well made it is and Sam spews facts left and right about the price of the tickets, the actors and how the British royal family has gone to see it in-person.

“God, I wish I had the money to go up to NYC and watch it myself. I’ve never been to Broadway.” She sighs under his arm, which is now placed around her shoulders. Sam nods in agreement.

“Yeah, that must be so amazing to see in person.”

Bedroom door creaking open, Sam and Y/n separate from each other slowly as they watch Madison trudge to the living room like a phantom, a hand on her lower back.

“My God, Y/n, your floor is not hospitable at all.”

“Awh, I’m sorry.” Sam laughs next to her. “I don’t know why you didn’t move to the bed, though.” Madison glares, facepalms with a wince -the movement seems to rattle the spot that’s sore somehow- and shakes her head. “I didn’t- it- it didn’t cross my mind.”

Deep chuckles in amusement all around. Madison picks her stuff up. Y/n makes all of them some coffee, which they all quietly sip in the diminishing silence of the city waking up just outside their window.

The time for Y/n’s appointment approaches rapidly, and Madison waves goodbye, kisses both people on their cheeks and drives herself home. Y/n isn’t sure if Sam will stick around, so she checks the time awkwardly. She’d feel terrible to let him make his way back to other side of town just for these wimpy three hours wasted on tiredly catching up and watching a movie.

“Listen,” she says, and Sam’s attention is drawn from his coffee cup. “I’m gonna go to my bedroom, have my appointment, because we do it over Zoom anyway. You hang around, chill, and I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Alright,” Sam agrees gently. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

A painful, soul-straining hour later, wiping dry tear stains off her cheeks, Y/n makes her way to the living room, half forgetting Sam is even there. And boy if he’s there.

He’s stretched on her couch, legs barely fitting as he leans on the arm rest, ankles crossed, and a book he’s picked up from her bookshelf in his hands, while Nelly sleeps peacefully in his lap, finding comfort in his warmth. He hasn’t made an intense amount of progress, probably 50 or 60 pages in, but he seems invested, and for the seconds it takes him to notice her, Y/n admires him a little. Under the morning light through her thin, sheer curtains, rays are angled perfectly to make his cheekbones all the sharper, he, comfortable enough to relax in her worn-in couch. He looks so at home, and after such an emotionally draining hour, it’s so good to see someone who’s gentle, someone so familiar, waiting for her in her personal space, with her cat, as if he belongs there. It makes her heart do all sorts of stunts.

It seems he notices her from the corner of his eye though, and he puts the book down.

“Hey,” he tells her softly. “Are you good?”

“Uh,” she thinks for a second, pinches the bridge of her nose. “Yeah. I’m okay.” An offered smile, small and soft.

“Alright,” as if saying I’m choosing to believe you. “Have you read this yet?” He holds up a bright orange book, a small thing titled the Alchemist by Paolo Coelho. An offered change of subject. She smiles.

“Yeah, I have.” He folds his legs with a soft apology to Nelly who jumps off disgruntled, and Y/n takes it as a sign to sit on the couch next to him. His feet rest against her thighs, knees bent still.

“It’s so…” He sighs, struggles to find the words. “I mean, it’s not something I’d usually go for. It kind of feels childish and simple, but it’s so beautiful.” He seems slightly confused, surprised to find something he thought may be silly to be actually really good.

“I know right? It feels really simplistic, but some of the stuff it says is so eye-opening.”

“Listen to this,” he says and sits a little straighter, fixing the pillow on his back a little. “We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”

It’s like he chose the quote specifically for her, for this particular moment. A look is thrown his way, and he smiles crookedly. “I, uhm…” he rubs the back of his neck. “I just heard you crying, is all.” A nervous shrug. Y/n feels exhausted, drained, but in that little smile, that warmth, she feels like tearing up all over again at how fucking sweet he is. She pushes at his legs and reaches out to him for a hug, which he welcomes. She sighs.

“Thank you, Sam.”

****

Eventually, they get up. They move to the kitchen and make grilled cheese sandwiches and tea, and Sam leans against her counter as he watches her take out plates from her cupboards, Nelly prancing around with distant meows for attention. Y/n picks large mugs, puts honey in hers and serves their half breakfast on the kitchen island. They eat under light conversation about dogs in social media and pets, and Sam sorta looks like he’s always been there, like this is the life they’ve always lived.

Hot mugs cupped in thick sleeve-covered hands. Bodies curling up on different ends of a couch. Comfortable conversation continues. Topic shifted to something more serious, and Sam tells her things, talks about how he’s grown mentally, how he understands himself a little better and how he wants to try therapy. She’s happy to see him like this, being -if only slightly- more open about himself, about how he is, not closing himself up, not fooling himself into believing he can shoulder the world alone. Y/n gives him her therapist’s phone number, tells him she’s proud of him and shares her own stories. She ruffles his hair and smiles affectionately, and Sam thanks her. Their mugs empty. Her heart grows fuller.

While moving back to the bedroom, Sam kneels next to Nelly. He offers her his hand, lets her sniff it, scritches the top of her soft little forehead, and Nelly pulls away, sniffing, wagging her tail in short annoyance. “Is that not okay? Alright, I’m sorry, honey,” he whispers to her gently, watches her lick his fingers for a second before settling back in her cat bed and watching him wearily. Sam gets the message and he pulls away, and Y/n’s never, ever seen anyone interact with her cat this way. Respectful and kind (and if that ain’t Sam, alright) and her heart lurches a bit. Of course Sam, practically the perfect guy, would test her cat’s boundaries as if she’s a human, and then never push them again. She sighs.

They end up on her bed. Sat next to each other. Laptop in front of her, heavy conversation discarded, set down for now, and she searches for her favourite stand-up comedians to show him, because she knows his sense of humour and he’s gonna love them, she’s sure. Yet, as she’s scrolling, Sam does the unspeakable, and slides behind her, one leg either side of her, arms going around her.

“ ‘M sorry, I needed a hug,” he tells her, and she curls her own arms over his, leaning back against him.

“Anytime,” she promises and means every syllable. “You can stay like that if you want,” she tells him as well, and feels his chin on her shoulder as he nods, a huffed out breath softly knocking on the bare skin of her neck. She sighs into him. Gets comfortable, pulls the laptop on her lap -can you see well?- and lets herself be entertained, relishing Sam’s laughter against her back. She smiles, because this finally feels good. She doesn’t yearn, doesn’t look for anything more. She’s ultimately incredibly happy with where they are, with all of this warm affection. There’s no butterflies, just comfort, just love and care and tired laughter that fills her mouth with honey. The sun is in her eyes.

Not ten minutes later he shifts, stretches his legs and pulls her more comfortably against him. With gentle fingers, he pushes two strands of hair behind her ear, to the side, touch so soft she barely feels it, repositions his chin on her shoulder and breathes out calmly and Y/n shivers. He holds her securely and she, well, she dares dream, dares feel what this would be like in a different context, and while there’s a little yearning this time, to remember what it’s like to want someone and to be wanted, to know what it’s like to be Sam’s, what it’s like to be held with utter security, knowledge that you’ll never be let go of, it’s not overpowering. She feels its presence, but it feels more like an old friend than a menace. She’s content. Finally. The opposing feelings seem to tame each other.

Something close to an hour passes. They make food, some creamy pasta just to hold them over until dinner. He stirs the pot while she shows him a funny video on her phone. They eat in comfortable silence, and Y/n feels the urge to tangle her legs with his under the table, but she doesn’t, terrified she’ll push him away, ruin this bubble of comfort and naturalism by taking things a step too far. What is too far, she wonders. She’ll let him take the lead, if that means he’ll continue being this physically close to her.

Sam washes the dishes. Y/n pecks his cheek in thanks. His smile is radiant.

They stretch next to each other on her bed, scroll through their texts, send silly pictures to mutual friends. The mistake she makes is when she grabs his phone and takes a really, and she means really, ugly picture. A zillion chins, pinched eyebrows, curved lips and tongue out, hands his phone back and contemplates the consequences.

“Gimme that back, you shouldn’t have that,” decided and regretful. Sam and his noodle, twelve feet long limbs hold the phone as far from her as possible and Y/n growls and laughs, stretches, tries to grab it off him. “Sam!”

“You really think I’m gonna pass this up?” he scoffs with a grin, and she yells his name, accusatory and playful.

“Give it BACK, my face is in there! Privacy infringement!” She yells. “You should know, you’re a lawyer!”

“But you willingly saved the picture in a phone that’s not yours!” Arms stretched high, laughter booming and loud, and she scrambles.

“Your word against mine!”

“You can be seen holding the phone yourself!” She growls again, tries to pull his arm down, tickles his side and he jerks and laughs. Y/n tries to throw a leg over his to hold him down, but Sam’s too quick, too strong. They fumble, thrash, tangled limbs, throat aching full of laughter, struggling and yelling useless threats.

Sam throws the phone on the rug and huffs, visibly almost done with her, like she’s an annoying but entertaining bug. He grips her hands, her left and right in his respectively, throws his leg over her waist, twists and straddles her, hands now over her head.

Heavy breaths. They pant, stare at each other, Sam shakes his head like a dog to get his hair out of his face.

“You can’t win,” he tells her with a confident smile. She narrows her eyes.

“Have you learned nothing from this friendship?” She blows a hair away from her face and looks at him smiling. “I don’t give up that easy,” coy smile, a promise, wink sent his way, and suddenly she’s thrusting up her pelvis, trying desperately to scooch up the bed with the rest of her body, but the grip on her wrists tightens, Sam barely budging. She struggles, drags her body up, fueled by pure determination and spite, wiggles fiercely and just barely manages to get on her belly, which seems like a mistake in hindsight.

Because now her hands are crossed, he’s basically got her on a choke hold with her own forearms, and she’s eagerly trying to get her knees under her, while Sam laughs loudly at grumbled comments like “What the fuck kinda core strength do you have, fucking behemoth.” The sheets get wrinkled and pulled off the edges of her mattress, her pillows get pushed to the side, to the floor, the struggle continues and her stomach and throat hurt from all the laughter, but she really can’t seem to get the upper hand, which would be obvious if someone so much as threw a look at both of them. Sam’s six feet and two full of young, sinewy muscle, a boy- a man, really- with biceps that may not be particularly thick, but the iron grip on her wrists says something else. His hands are the size of her face. Strength is not the way she should be going about this.

She twists again, barely able to get back on her back, and she pants. The asshole looks barely winded and her eyes narrow, him raising an eyebrow challengingly. What to do, what to do?

Y/n relaxes, but Sam doesn’t. She takes a breath, grins briefly up at his momentarily confused face, then yanks her hands up the bed, making him jerk down so he can keep her under his grip and-

And she kisses him.

Nothing long or particularly sexy, just a rough push of her mouth on his, and an ‘umph’ escapes him in surprise.

Sam startles, his grip loosens, and her hands are pulled free of his hold, kicking away from him and managing a small distance apart from his warm body, knees pulled up to her chest and panting fast and loud.

Okay, it seemed smart in that moment. It really did. But for a grand total of five eternally long seconds later, her heart shrinks, diminishes to ash and dust and regret. Sam’s kaleidoscopic eyes are wide, pupils blown, and he, too, is panting.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, is all she can think, so much for not pushing his boundaries, not rushing his pace. How will you ever look in his eyes again?

“Too much?” And he blinks at her, clearly still processing. “I’m sorry, Sam, I- I didn’t mean-”

But then a hand cups her jaw, warm and big and gentle, pulls her face close to his, and his lips are there, pressed on hers. Y/n’s motionless for just a second- she’s dreamt of this for so long, over a year and a half, and it’s happening in the cheesiest way possible- and Sam is on his knees, weight rested on his other hand, reaching for her, he’s kissing her, and move, dammit, do something! A hand grips his wrist, and she pushes herself closer to him, a huff pushed out of Sam’s nose, and her stomach flips in so many stunning, wonderful ways.

Her legs fall to the side, she meets him half-way and kisses him and Sam follows just as fiercely, falls back on his haunches. His hands push under her shoulders, lift her up onto his lap, grab the back of her knees and pull them around his hips and Y/n goes willingly. She holds the sides of his face carefully and parts her lips, and Sam licks into them with caution, curls his strong arms around her waist and sighs into her mouth.

Y/n pulls away. So much for boundaries.

She blinks down at him. Sam’s eyes stay closed for a second longer, peering up at her then. He waits for her to say something. Fingers push his hair back gently, she nudges her nose with his and smiles.

“I win.” Earning a long, dramatic eye roll.

“I had you in a choke hold with your own arms, Y/n.” and her name rolls off his tongue so sweetly. She clicks her tongue.

“Yet here we are,” she whispers, looks down at him and he shakes his head with a sigh. His eyes fall on her lips once more and he gently chews the inside of his cheek. One large paw cups the side of her head and he kisses her slowly once more before pulling away, thumbing at her cheek.

They smile.

****

The sun has descended beneath the horizon, so early it’s kind of comical, but it doesn’t feel like it’s 6 pm anyway, because neither of them has slept at all. Time has lost meaning and form the past two days, everything feels surreal and fake because of the lack of sleep, and now here they are, under warm fairy lights, laying in her bed. There’s been kisses here and there, gently roaming hands, not moving further than that, and again, Y/n doesn’t need anything more. She’s content where she is, surprised she even made it this far. The affection they’ve shared is scarcely fierce and feral, simply quiet, tender, innate. Nothing particularly passionate or aggressive, just warmth and comfort, shielded vulnerability hidden behind brief liplocks. Y/n’s more than okay with it.

She’s laying on his chest, arm around his waist and ear over his heart and they doze together under dim lighting, limbs heavy, hearts feathery light. Sam’s arm falls around her back, pulls her close. She nuzzles his chest.

It’s just so easy to be with him. Around him.

Y/n wonders where they stand after this. If he’ll text her more. If it’ll go back to the occasional long phone call, the random outings because Madison texts him while she’s with Y/n. Will they ever be like this again? How much does she care?

Because, although somewhat pivotal for her view on affection, and tenderness and friendship, ambit stretched now, definitions altered in her mind, she feels that no real barrier has broken, shifted even. They’re still friends. They’re not partners, he’s not her boyfriend and it’s honestly fine. No, really, it is. She’s genuinely okay.

Would she like to see what it’s like to date him? Of course she would. Of course she wants to know what it feels like to know he wants her and only her, wants to know she can hold his hand, can kiss him no matter where they are or with whom, without crossing invisible boundaries tentatively like she did today. Planning dates and late night movie nights and early morning beers with shared drunken kisses.

She just wishes she knew what it’s like to have free access to this sort of affection with someone, and maybe that’s the thing. Sam feels like a good someone to have that with, but at the same time, maybe it’s what he told her on New Year’s and the way he likes to be, maybe it’s the understanding that they’re really not particularly meant to be together, cosmically in love, soulmates, whatever-the-hell, but there’s no dipping of the stomach, no heart rate accelerating, no feeling of being high or drunk. Maybe Y/n just wants someone, anyone to be with, to know she can fall for, and while Sam is warm and funny and familiar and oh so wonderful, while he looks like a great candidate to be in a relationship with, while her heart flips at the possibility of having any semblance of romance in her life, of him in her house, her couch, with her books and his warm hugs, maybe he’d been right. Maybe he knew something too painful to tell her back then, when she confessed her attraction, back when things were raw and bruised and painful to the touch. Sam and her, well… they seem good in theory. They are fun, and safe, they care for one another. They share alcohol bottles easily, common interests, kindness and heeps of love to give. They make sense in a way. But- it’s just not clicking, is it?

This is just… this. Affection for the sake of affection, not romance. And that’s okay to have, more than okay, even. It’s great. It’s comforting. It’s safe, and it’s simple. They can kiss. They can hug. They can cuddle together, and brush each other’s hair away from their faces. Y/n can admire his eyes while he cleans the dishes they ate lunch in. And it can all amount to nothing, without it feeling like band-aids being ripped off bleeding wounds without a warning.

In the words of her mother, why are human relationships so god damn complicated? Why does this one have to be too?

Y/n is content to be in his arms, to philosophically discuss, and open up and talk freely. She’s content with them giggling and wrestling and kissing in between, and they can share their music and their book quotes and their love for one another. It’s just surface level affection. If not surface level, then friendship level. Why is that not enough? Maybe not all relationships have to be tipped in the romantic pink light, and maybe, just maybe that’s okay.

She gazes up at him, rests her chin on his chest, and Sam blinks his lazy, drowsy eyelids open to look down at her sweetly, offers a small and a caress of his hand on her back. And for once, Y/n is completely satisfied with just this, and nothing more.

*****

A/N 2: I reread this and it felt like I reached a conclusion to something gigantic and cosmic, but this seems so simple. I should know all this by now. *huff*

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thatspookyagent · 3 years

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Meeting and dating Mr. Gallant (Black!Reader) would include...

Requested: Nope!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and implications of smut

A/N: I REALLY enjoy writing Mr. Gallant so I decided to keep going with headcanons about him and reader! I'm quite fond of writing the Evans' with a Black!Reader so here's one with Gallant! :)) Also apologies for this being lengthy, I started writing this up at a late hour and just got completely carried away! (This fic is intended to be male x male but is sorta gender neutral so insert yourself however you wish!)

Tags: @xavierplympton (thanks for being interested in my Black!Reader fics!) @sojournmichael (Also if anyone wants to be added to my permeant tag list please notify me cause I don't want to tag any mutuals or accounts who I'm not sure even want to be tagged!)

Important: Once again whatever the reader says is in italics!

You and Gallant definitely attend countless parties and he insists that the two of you should always be the hottest conversation topic

Makes sure he pays for only the best tailored outfits with the smoothest and most elegant fabric that money can buy

You two definitely spend your time in dark corners just talking shit about other people's choices of attire

"Miss. Dubious swears on her left hand that her emerald broach came all the way from Saudi Arabia!" "Yeah well, the bitch lied."

Sometimes Gallant finds a certain party too boring and needs to spice it up a bit

You and him sneak away upstairs, find the room with the most expensive shit in the house, and just go at it

The house cleaning staff are definitely Not Happy ™ about that

Recently Gallant started getting hired by some really big modeling agencies

He wants you to join him on his journey to becoming famous and even start up that haircare company you always wanted

It makes you relive the first time the two of you met which was back in the early days of your career as a hairstylist

You come from a long line of famous Black hairdressers who made a name for themselves within Hollywood

Gallant was actually honored to meet you which happened while you were on a business trip to Santa Monica with your uncle

He had tons of questions about Black hair and the history behind your families fame

You were more than happy to sit down with him and go on and on about things related to your culture

But you soon found yourself inquiring about the work Gallant did which is where he caught serious diarrhea of the mouth

"You know, I'm one of Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt's favorite hairdressers to go to! She's such an inspiration!" "To who?" "People..." "Riiiight..."

After talking for awhile, Gallant couldn't help but offer to take you to your first party in Santa Monica and you happily agreed

The two of you absolutely live for the thrill of new places and the unknown, arriving at some fancy party that one of Coco's close friends had arranged

Upon arriving, the both of you immediately have heads turning and mouths slightly agape

You feel Gallant reach for your hand which you interlock with his and you two both walk side by side as you soak up the attention

He 100% has you wearing an outfit that matches with his color scheme while simultaneously complimenting your complexion

He brags about introduces you to a bunch of other hairstylists who are locals and they can't help but adore the both of you together

One of them pulls you aside briefly and whispers in a hushed tone

"I've never seen Gallant this happy before, you really make him feel special. Don't let him forget that he is!"

"I don't think that'll be a problem!"

Eventually Gallant leads you to a more secluded area of the house, claiming that there were more people to meet and champagne to drink

Once you two are alone, he stops walking and turns around in order to plant a delicate kiss on your lips which you discover tastes like the drinks being served earlier that day

You can't help but laugh against his lips as you pull the kiss in even closer, your broad nose squishing against his own

All of the party noise behind the both of you seems to drone completely out, only thing in the world is now you and him which you're perfectly content with

"You're a rather eager and handsome young man Mr. Gallant." "How could I not kiss you?" "If you want, we can do more than just kissing..."

That night definitely included the both of you slipping away to some upstairs bedroom and showing Mr. Gallant just what you meant by more than kissing

You huff softly against the back of his neck as you hold him close to your chest, his back facing you as the two of you relax under the silk bed sheets

"Someone at the party told me you were quite special, and I think they're quite right."

The bleach blonde male turns to face you, beaming from ear to ear as you move to cup his face in your hands

"I should be deemed the luckiest man on Earth just for being in your presence alone."

Before you and Gallant can kiss, a knock a the sorry startles the two of you, causing you and him to gather up your clothes quickly and crawl under the bed

The stranger enters the room and seemingly scans it, you turn to directly face the other male, the two of your noses touching as you pulled a face but soon the both of you were putting your hands against your mouths in attempts to stifle laughter

The unknown room searcher exits while closing the door behind them, the only thing that can be heard for a few minutes is the sound of you two breathing raggedly in the anticipation of another random stranger entering the room

Suddenly you and your white haired companion burst out laughing, not being able to determine if it was the sheer adrenaline or thought of getting caught that had excited the both of you into a fit of giggles

Exchanging a quick kiss, you both slide from under the bed and put your clothes on in a hurry, Gallant making sure to stop you momentarily in order to fix your outfit

You open the door softly and peak around the corner before waving him over, he grabs your hand and the both of you make your way down the hallway

A sharp yell rings out just behind the two of you, he looks into your eyes with a mixture of inquisitiveness and confusion on what to do next

"Should we run?" "Good idea! That makes this even more fun!"

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years

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Prompt 12 for Winterhawk please? :)

We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town. Winterhawk.

My baaaabies.

Hey you. It’s Bucky. – JB

I know, weirdly texting you outta the blue after not talking to you for a few years but I’m back in town and I ran into Natasha and she mentioned you. – JB

I was wondering if you wanted to catch up? Go out for a drink or two. Feel free to say no. – JB

Just let me know, don’t leave me hanging. – JB

“What the hell,” Clint breathed, shoving his phone into Natasha’s face with a frustrated look on his. She just raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged her shoulders. Universal language in Natasha-speak for not my problem. “You told him about me?! You know we broke up years ago.”

“He asked about you,” she sighed, leaning back into her chair so it balanced on two legs. “He was curious, fluttering around the subject of you. And, Barton, I know you still pine after him and don’t sit here and lie to me and tell me otherwise.”

Clint grunted as he sat back on his own chair, looking down at the text messages again. His thumbs trembled, hovering over the letters, unsure of what to say. Natasha was right. They’d broken up on mutual terms, so Bucky could go to college in California and be with his family and Clint could stay in Brooklyn and do God knows what.

The thing was, he did still pine after this man. Like really wanted him. He’d tried dating a few guys and gals here and there but nothing felt the same. He wasn’t comparing them to James at all, it just never reached that level of happiness and trust he had with this man.

“Besides, Clint, he still wants you too. I didn’t tell him anything, I left that up to you.”

Somehow, Clint both loved and hated Natasha for that fact. He just looked up at her with soft, blue eyes and sighed, typing back a quick message.

Sounds great. Meet you at Luke’s at 10? - CB

An almost instant reply and one that shouldn’t’ had made his heart leap, but it did. Great. Can’t wait to see you again and tell you about my metal arm. – JB

Turns out, they’d both changed over the five years since high school graduation. Bucky had graduated within two years of college and spent the last three in the military. The military wasn’t his top choice and he despised it to a point but it was a constant check he could send back to his baby sister after their parents had died.

Clint sympathized with the man, he really did. He knew how much the man begrudgingly had to swallow his pride in other to join the military to help raise his baby sister. That wasn’t fair on him at all, but that was James alright. One to step up to the plate and do what needs to be done, no matter the cost. Long as the decision was the right one. He was a firm believer in doing the wrong thing for the right reason.

Three years in the military, four tours, and all Sargeant James Barnes got to come home with was a missing metal arm, severe PTSD, a distrust of closed-off spaces and loud noises, and no help from the government what so ever. That’s why he came back to Brooklyn, still just as loud as California but Becca was out here in college, so he could stay with her. And Natasha had taken up the man’s case to get the back pay he was owed for disability.

“Top it off, Nat got in me in contact with the Starks? They’re the leading minds behinds robotic prosthetics and I’m sorta their test dummy.” Bucky picked up his left hand and let the soft lights of the dingy bar shine on it, wiggling his fingers in Clint’s direction. “Works like a charm, if you ask me. Sorta gets stuck sometimes and if it gets wet, I gotta spend a while drying the gears, but for first-timers it’s amazing. Surgery wasn’t that bad either, connecting it to my nerves and all. I can even feel with it, but it's not the same as with my flesh hand, just a metal thing to tell me something is hot or cold.”

Clint was in awe of it, really. He watched the gears move to accommodate the fingers moving, plates shifting one over the other to help the digits move. He reached out to touch it, finding it smooth, all along except for his palm where it was ridged. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his cheeks flushing as he became fully aware he was still holding onto his hand and jerked his hand back. “S-sorry, it looks…good.”

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” Bucky had let his hair grow out, says it made him feel different from before where he had to keep it properly trimmed and off his collar. It felt like breaking the rules that still lingered on his mind, the beard too. Natasha must’ve helped him braid his hair just because there’s no way this man was that elegant with his hair. “So, what about you? What’s happened to you? You’ve…changed. In a good way! Not bad!”

Clint laughed, just because he’d never seen Bucky so flustered before. The man’s cheeks grew a darker red at the laugh, turning to drain the beer before he could say anything else. “Come on, Buck, I know I’m different. I just…uh didn’t know how to say that to you? Or anyone, hell even myself.”

Bucky just cocked his brow and let his eyes roam over the tall, muscular figure that was now Clint Barton. He admired the way the man start to flush the brightest shade of pink. “Well, I’m glad that you did, buddy. You look amazing.”

“Yeah, well when your hate for yourself starts to manifest into an obsession in the gym and bow and arrows…” Clint shrugged, clearing his throat. “The full names Clint Francis Barton now. I got it officially changed last summer, been on hormones for over two years now.”

“Well, I gotta say, you look so much happier now.” His metal arm threw over Clint’s shoulder and squeezed him tightly to his chest. “Like you’ve really blossomed. You’re not hiding yourself or snapping at people. You’ve really come a long way, Clint. I think the name suits you better but not Francis, we’re finding you something better.”

“You are not. Barney helped me pick out that name!” Clint pouted, but still not moving against Bucky’s chest. He was still a good few inches taller than him and yet laying on his chest felt like home. Thankfully Bucky was never one to throw a fit when it came to dating people taller than him.

“Nahhh, who cares what Barney picked out? It doesn’t fit you.” Bucky barely got to move out of the way before Barney, their bartender for the evening threw a soiled rag at his face.

“I do!” The Barton brothers both said at once, making the veteran pause before laughing.

“Alright, alright. The name stays. Geez. Francis.”

This is the first time Clint’s laughed like this in weeks, months even. He’s happier around Bucky, surer, more confident now that he knew Bucky wasn’t going to be against him coming out. Not that the thought he would, but that fear was there, always on the surface. It’s one thing that made him stop talking to Bucky, that what if…

Because Bucky’s opinion, Clint quickly found out as the night waned on and they got deeper into their drinks, the man’s opinion still meant everything to him.

“Wanna go back to my place?” Clint mused, face flushed from the alcohol, and jerking his chin towards the door. “Just moved in. We could break the bed in.”

Bucky snorted behind his hand, rolling his eyes. “You’re so terrible at flirting.”

“Wait is that a yes?” Clint had never looked more adorable to this man then confused, the way his nose scrunched up.

Instead of answering, Bucky leaned closer and just brushed his lips over Clint’s, the blonde smiling against his lips.

That was a yes.

#Winterhawk #ClintBucky #Dated in High school #Deaf Clint #Trans Clint #Veteran Bucky #Its cute #I love a trans Clint #winterhawk prompt #@hawkeyeandthewintersoldier

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shoyomeow · 3 years

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WINTER WONDERLAND

- a @babythotshq collaboration

❀ characters : motoya komori x gnl! reader

❀ genre : fluff

❀ warnings : mentions of alcohol, language , mentions of the pandemic

❀ wc : 2444

❀prompt : game night

shoutout to @sempiternal-amour . i got you for the secret santa event and i hope you had a wonderful christmas.

USUALLY CHRISTMAS WAS YOUR FAVOURITE HOLIDAY.

There had always been a set routine that you had adopted during this time of the year that always filled you with more happiness that you could imagine and once you had started dating Motoya, who had been just as enthusiastic as you and would not only tolerate but add on to your extreme love for Christmas, it seemed that nothing in your life could go wrong.

At least during Christmas.

That was until this year of course.

2020, the year that you hope you never have to relive again and the year that has filled you with so much pain, anguish and exhaustion that the disconnection you felt from Christmas was not even unexpected at this point.

There was no part of you that felt like it was Christmas time and you figured that the same could be said for your beloved boyfriend as well since he didn’t show you any signs of holiday spirit either. Going through the year had been hard on both of them, while neither of them were extroverts who liked going out there was something oddly stifling about being forced to stay home instead of choosing to.

As the months passed by and the virus didn’t show any signs of going away, their irritation at being forced to stay at home morphed into sheer fear for themselves and their loved ones so you suppose it was understandable that neither of you felt up for Christmas this year,

You flinched as cold and slightly damp skin came in contact with your exposed arms, the sleeves of your hoodie having been rolled up to give you more comfort as you kneaded the dough, “How many times have I told you not to hug me after working out? You smell gross babe.”

You teased as you turned your head to see your boyfriend better, his bangs were sticking to his forehead, no doubt because of the sweat but there was a bright smile on his face which even after all these years made you swoon.

“The love of my life looked so serious how could I not comfort them by bestowing my loving embrace upon them.” he pouted prompting an automatic eyeroll.

“Okay you dork,” you pecked his cheek to reassure him before pushing him away, “Now go take a shower before you stink up the whole place. I didn’t spend that much money on scented candles for you to ruin it with your sweat.”

“Whatever my love commands, i shall do.” With one last kiss to the back of your neck, Motoya walked away from you and into the washroom.

God, even though three years had passed since you started dating the volleyball player you couldn’t help but feel giddy over him. You used to think that it was only in fiction that people didn’t get completely and utterly bored with their partners.

“So i was thinking,” Motoya started as the two of you lounged on the sofa with your legs perched up on his lap as the two of you searched for something to watch.

“Oh dear, that’s never a good sign now is it?”

You laughed as he flicked the back of your feet, briefly making a quip about how you should moisturise more before looking at you and continuing his earlier sentence, “What if we have a game night or something for Christmas?”

“Hah?” You sat up at that and frowned at him, “Babe won’t that be like really irresponsible? We’re still in danger from the virus and shit.”

“No no,” he shook his head vehemently as if the very thought of breaking safety protocols was terrifying, “Like a virtual thing. I was talking to a few of my old teammates from high school and shit so they were telling me how they had a virtual party for a birthday so I dunno.”

“Look, I know we’ve both been in sort of a funk recently and you haven’t been feeling the vibe for this year either but I just thought it would be nice to go through our routine and just try to enjoy ourselves?”

“What would we even play though?” You mused as you looked at the boy who seemed to beam at the prospect of not having his idea shut down.

“I already googled that shit,” Motoya giggled as he leaned forward to press a light kiss to your lips, “You really should start moisturising babe.”

“Yeah yeah,” you pecked his nose, briefly wondering if people would hate how absolutely cringey the two of you were as a couple, “Does that mean we’re going to go through all the traditions?”

“Mm, of course. The others might not want to but we can do it ourselves right?”

“Yeah,” your enthusiasm for Christmas was still pretty much nonexistent but as you looked at your boyfriend who was showering you with kisses you couldn’t help but think that you didn’t have to be enthusiastic for Christmas at all.

Christmas Eve was surprisingly amazing.

The two of you had woken up at the same time, which was odd considering that Motoya always woke up before you for his training. A part of you wanted to stay snuggled up next to him in bed but there was a slightly bigger part of you which wanted to start with the festivities already.

Like all Christmases before today, it started with baking. Of course neither of you were that great at cooking so you had ordered the batters for everything that you were supposed to make.

The cookies and plum cake were first, considering that the mixes for them were the easiest to navigate through , the gingerbread house was next. You and Motoya had always had a certain amount of fondness for assembling the house , maybe it was because of the food fight that usually used to follow that used to prompt you to head to the backyard to hose each other down.

The second event was of course getting ready to wear the ugliest possible Christmas outfits the two of you could find. There was one Christmas, the very first one that you two spent together where you dressed up in attractive clothes taking inspiration from the Mean Girls outfit and while Motoya had appreciated that he had immediately made you swoon when he said that he would love to dress up in ugly outfits starting next year.

With your and Motoya’s nails painted with bright red and green nail polish and the two of you dressed in equally bright (and horrendous) red and green sweaters, you sat down with your laptops in front of you and logged into the zoom meeting.

Sakusa was the first one there of course, always the one to be ten minutes before the given time no matter how much he hated events like this, you and Motoya smiled triumphantly as his eyes narrowed in to look at something on the screen and his nose turned up in disgust.

“What in the hell are the two of you even wearing?”

The look of sheer disgust filled the two of you with a sense of pride , after all that was always the wanted reaction for you two. Second to horror of course.

“Are the others not here yet?”

“There are a few in the waiting room, I’ll just let them in.”

“Babe didn’t you disable the waiting room?” You questioned as you saw Motoya accept everyone individually.

He just looked at you with wide eyes with his eyebrows scrunched up, “Wait you can do that?”

You let out a snort before taking his laptop from him, out of the two of you you had always been the more tech savvy one.

“Heya everyone!” You tried to mask the awkwardness you were feeling as you greeted the handful of people who had joined in. Motoya and you wanted it to be a “small event” so you hadn’t invited many people in the first place except for a few of your mutual friends and Sakusa, “Thank you for joining us. Motoya and I didn’t want Christmas to suck so we figured something like this would be sorta fun.”

The circle you and Motoya mostly ran in was a close knit one where everyone knew each other and honestly you preferred having this than being surrounded by a bunch of fake people with whom you couldn’t be yourself.

Akira, your oldest friend and the person who had introduced you to Motoya in the first place was adorning her favourite cosplay , one of some character called Uravity and she smiled at you (well you assumed it was at you) before opening her mouth, “MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU WHORES.”

You winced at the loudness of her tone, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to connect your laptop to the Bluetooth speaker, “Akira my love, are you drunk already?”

“What’s Christmas without eggnog?” Akira grinned at you before picking up a piece of fried chicken and biting into it, “Besides, I’m exhausted as fuck this Christmas so you can’t judge me.”

“If you’re all exhausted and shit then why the fuck are you cosplaying?” Ryo, a teammate of Motoya's, grumbled as he looked at his screen. Surprisingly enough Ryo and Akira went to the same college, when you and Motoya got together it was a bit surprising to see that so many of the people you knew were somehow connected to him.

“Ryo stop being mean to Akira, she can do whatever she wants to do.” Like a true mom friend Azusa let out a soft sigh as he looked at the people on his screen. Azusa, was probably the only “new addition” you had to your group.

It was a bit surprising to say this but it was Sakusa who had introduced you and Motoya to the purple haired man who became your friend instantly. Apparently Azusa was one of the only people Sakusa respected enough to introduce to his circle, even his MSBY team members hadn’t received that privilege yet.

“Why can’t you all just shut up?” The final person in your tiny little group spoke up as he hid his face with the cloth of his turtleneck , “You guys are way too loud.”

“Now now,” Motoya intervened, “Why don’t we all start with the games already?”

Ryo’s lips turned up to form a competitive grin, “Of course, I’m going to pummel all of you to the ground.”

“Not if i pummel you first you stupid hoe,” Akira yelled at her screen but it was obvious that the declaration was meant for the only person who considered to be her rival (who she used to watch disney movies with and cried)

Sakusa had won all the games.

They didn’t play many games , just a few basic ones like Pictionary , bingo, and some trivia. They added a little spice to it by incorporating sharpies, drinks and junk food into the equation but at the end of it all, Sakusa was the only one who was fully sober while the rest were stuffed and tipsy and had drawings all over their face.

“FUCK,” you raised your head from Motoya’s shoulder and looked at the small square box where Ryo was staring at his lap? table? well whatever it was, “WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT I WAS USING A PERMANENT MARKER ON MY FACE?”

You let out a loud laugh as you looked at his face, there were drawings all over it - a proof that he lost miserably against Sakusa’s prowess - and the fact that he couldn’t get rid of it easily combined with her tipsy state , she burst into laughter.

The kind of laughter that made it hard to breathe and was so painful that you had to clutch your stomach , despite knowing that doing so had absolutely no impact on the pain you felt. Your laughter must’ve triggered a domino as everyone who was present in the zoom meeting started cackling, except for of course Ryo who was staring at all of you angrily.

“Whatever I’m leaving you assholes,” Ryo grumbled as he moved towards his laptop before moving back, “I’m only leaving because my mother is calling me so don’t bother pestering me to join again. Merry Christmas and bye you dicks.”

“Hey guys,” Akira’s girlfriend, Sumire, popped up on her screen and smiled sheepishly at the group, “Kira’s completely knocked out so I’m just gonna tuck her in. I’m sure she appreciated this, she’s been feeling funky lately.”

“No problemo Sumire,” you smiled at the girl, “the pleasure was all ours. Merry Christmas beautiful!”

Sumire blushed at the compliment before smiling at everyone, “Merry Christmas everyone, good night.”

“Aight I’m gonna sleep. I have work to finish tomorrow , this was fun guys.” Azusa smiled at them wryly as he clutched his head , he had always been the most sensitive to alcohol in their group.

“Good night Zuzu!”

The boy blushed at the nickname before growling angrily , “STOP CALLING ME THAT.”

You and Motoya shared a laugh as he left, the only people who were left in the meeting now were the two of you and Sakusa who seemed like he was on the verge of falling asleep then and there.

“Goodbye.”

Never mind , Sakusa left as well.

You laughed at his antics , already expecting an eloquent text about how the event was fun from the MSBY player, before you moved forward to shut down your laptop and Motoya’s laptop.

“Are we gonna get up to wash our face?” Motoya grumbled as he pulled you back into his arms.

“We can wait till tomorrow can’t we?” You nuzzled into his neck before placing a soft kiss there, “Thank you for doing this love. It was really fun.”

“Mm,” he nodded slowly , “it was. Maybe next year it will be better?”

“We can only hope can’t we?” You raised your head to press soft kisses on his face, “Besides as long as I’m with you, every Christmas is amazing.”

Motoya stared at you for a moment before the two of you burst out laughing, “That was so cheesy!”

“I know right? I almost couldn’t keep a straight face when I said it.”

“I love you so much,” Motoya leaned down to kiss you languidly before resting his forehead on yours, “I’m gonna marry you someday.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll say yes.”

“I know you will. Weren’t you the one who asked me to marry you on our first date?”

“That was because you gave me cake!”

“Yeah yeah,” Motoya moved in his position to make you more comfortable as you laid on his chest, “Merry Christmas love.”

“Merry Christmas handsome.”

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puckmeupfam · 4 years

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First Move | Mikko Rantanen

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You knew a lot about Mikko. You knew he was funny and goofy and easily excitable. You knew that if you walked into his apartment (even after knocking and waiting at least thirty seconds) there was a good chance that he wouldn’t be fully clothed. You knew that you kinda sorta loved him. And you knew that he was utterly oblivious. Which is exactly why you danced around him for such an embarrassingly long time.

After an at-home win, you tagged along with Mikko and the rest of the guys to whatever bar they were into at the moment. The adrenaline from cheering them on and the rush of the arena made you lose your inhibitions a bit even without alcohol. Which is precisely why you trailed behind the rest of the group. And when you stumbled over to their U-shaped booth there were no seats left, leaving you to dramatically sigh and mumble something about going to grab a chair. You felt a hand snake around your wrist and turned to see Mikko patting his lap, you didn’t need any clarification because these types of things always seemed to happen when you two were together. So without another word you slid into his lap. Everyone else seemed to fade away just a bit. You couldn’t seem to focus on the joke Josty was telling or the girls who were trying to buy Gabe a drink even though he kept very obviously flashing his wedding band. It was just your heartbeat and Mikko’s thumb rubbing circles on your thigh. These were the times when it was a little too easy to forget that you and Mikko weren’t you and Mikko. You were friends. Close friends. Handsy friends. But friends nonetheless.

“Where are you going,” he mumbles after you’ve tapped his arm to let you up. The group of you had only been at the bar for about an hour but it was starting to hit you that you’d been up since six-in-the-morning with no real downtime. You turn to him and smile a little, “I’m going home.” He throws on an exaggerated pout and shakes his head which just makes you giggle and continue to try and free yourself. Finally, Mikko stands up with his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going.”

“I didn’t invite you to come home with me, Mikko,” you try to scold him but it’s so hard to be even fake mad at him.

“Who says we were going to your place?”

As it turns out not going to your place meant that he was taking you to the 24-hour diner nearby and ordering milkshakes and fries. It wasn’t long after you and Mikko had become friends that you’d started taking him here. And it wasn’t long after that that he’d developed a fondness for dipping the salty fries into the sweet dessert. The only problem with going was that you had to keep it a secret from Nate but that wasn’t too hard since both of you mutually would do whatever it took to avoid him being mad at you. Between Nate and Gabe you got your fair share of lectures. Nate was a bit more of a disciplinarian, crossing his arms across his chest before referencing his diet and exercise plan. Gabe’s hurt more because he would pull that whole I’m-not-mad-I’m-just-disappointed-thing, but at least he would always end it on a pep talk and a funny joke.

While you were a lost in your thoughts, Mikko took the opportunity to snag your milkshake and drink half of it in one sip.

“Hey,” you shouted, reaching across the booth to slap whatever of him you could reach, “now I’m going to get your germs!” Instead of responding or apologizing to you, he just clutched his temples repeating “brain-freeze.” It was hard to be sympathetic towards him and his brain-freeze after he stole your drink and still had a bit of hot fudge dripping down his chin, so you just leaned back against the upholstery. You had a smirk on your face as he was clearly trying to milk this for all it was worth to get you to laugh and forgive him. “Oh poor baby,” you said in a sickly sweet, teasing voice. And then a yelp from you as he swiftly kicked you underneath the table.

The first real turning point in your relationship came during a team barbeque. The sun hadn’t even set yet but Mikko had already managed to get a little past tipsy because apparently watching other people cook was too boring for him to do sober. You were sipping at a lemonade when Gabe came to stand beside you. Since you were at an advantage being sober and all you used it as an opportunity to get some certifiable blackmail material on your dear sweet best friend. This came in the form of daring him to do a cartwheel. You had your phone recording him as he tried to square his stance. He looked up at you across the yard and you counted to three to try to coax him into actually doing it. The cartwheel ended up not being all that bad. His blood-alcohol level worked against his upper body strength but he ended up landing on his feet… even if he did end up rolling on to his ass not ten seconds later.

You were fully aware that the majority of the video would end up just being your hysterical laughter but it was well worth it to get Mikko’s gymnastics prowess on video. As you put your phone in your back pocket, Gabe spoke up.

“He really is something isn’t he?”

“Mikko? Yeah, definitely.”

After your response, Gabe turned his body to fully face you and put a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N), I’m not in charge of you, I’m not your captain. But I still feel like it might be my job to give it to you straight,” he said. You didn’t know how to respond to this so you just raised an eyebrow.

“Listen, Mikko really likes you. You really like Mikko. We both know he’s not going to make a move… so do you see what I’m getting at?”

“Ummm…” was the only response you could find. Gabe sighed deeply in a way that almost made you a bit offended.

“(Y/N). I’m telling you right now. If you want to get with that,” he waved his hand in Mikko’s direction, “in the next millennium, it’s going to be on you.”

Gabe’s words had haunted you for the next two weeks. They were said in a teasing tone but they were all too real. You knew he was right. Mikko wasn’t going to bring long-stemmed roses to your door and give you some dramatic speech about how you’re the one for him. If anything was going to happen between you it was probable that it would be based on you asking him out. And, like, are you confident in yourself? Yeah. Are you independent and funny and smart? Definitely. The problem was that you knew that you couldn’t live without Mikko as your friend. The chances that he would flat out reject you and then block your number were low, you’d admit that. But the what-ifs got to you more than you’d care to admit.

Which is why you’d been hesitant to accept Mikko’s invitations to hang out. You’d declined his FaceTimes even though they were your nightly tradition. You even skipped their latest home game, texting Mikko after the fact to say that you were just too busy that night. And in all his obliviousness Mikko still knew you so when he confronted you and asked why you were avoiding him you knew you’d have to face the music and see him face to face even if it killed you. Which is how you found yourself in his kitchen cooking dinner for the two of you. You’d gone shopping before you came since there was very little you could make with his cabinet of Finnish coffee.

A soft Spotify playlist was going in the background when Mikko came into the kitchen freshly showered with wet hair, still smelling like his body wash.

“(Y/N), change the soooonnnnggggg,” he whined as he made his way towards you.

“Why,” you said. If you were going to come over to Mr. Millionaire’s house and cook dinner for him you felt like you could put on whatever songs you wanted, even though you were already reaching for your phone to change it to a different playlist.

“We can’t dance to this,” was his response which... was really unfair because you were wrapped so tightly around his finger that it would take professional means to get you loose. You stopped reaching for your phone and instead moved to turn down the heat on the stove. Spinning around to stand face to face with him you felt like this was your chance. With the calming light of the candles you had forced into his apartment and full of all those love hormones which flooded your brain whenever you were around him, it was almost painful for you not to kiss him right now.

“Mik- I really, really like you,” you told him, staring straight into his chest. He pulled your chin up to make eye contact. Looking at you for a minute trying to read your expression. And, finally, instead of responding he just leaned in to kiss you, trying to tell you everything he needed you to know. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifted you onto his kitchen island. As he moved to plant open-mouthed kisses against your neck, you wondered how you’d lived your whole life without this.

One night, a few months into your relationship, they had a game and would be getting back into Denver in the middle of the night. Before going to bed you texted him goodnight and to have a safe flight. It’s a few hours later when you jolt awake, hearing your front door opening. You’re all wrapped up in your blankets, heart racing, as you hear footsteps and something being knocked over in your living room. While the average person might go into some fight-or-flight response your brain immediately goes to “okay this is it I’m going to die,” as you bring your fluffy blanket up to your chin. That’s when your bedroom door opens and none other than Mikko “Hot Wheels” Rantanen walks in and flops on top of you in your bed.

“You scared me so badly,” you say with a gasp and with very little remorse in his voice he mumbles a weak sorry into your neck and moves to go to sleep. While you want to be mad at him and maybe kick him out and maybe throw a high heel at him, you don’t. Because he’s here. And he’s warm. And you’re being lulled to sleep as if you have a weighted blanket draped on top of you. And you love him.

It’s just when that thought encases every brain cell you have that said weighted blanket starts whining. With a sigh, you bring your hand up to card through his hair. You know him well enough to know that that’s what he was wanting, like the golden retriever he is. He nuzzles his head further into your neck and you realize that being utterly head over heels in love with him isn’t bad… or scary… it’s good, and it makes you feel like everything is going to be okay… forever.

You were well aware that the first summer after you started dating would be difficult. It was hard enough to be without him during road trips. And you’d gotten used to tangling your legs with his as you were falling asleep. Or hearing him groan shortly after your alarm goes off, feeling him roll on top of you to try to keep you in bed for “just five more minutes.” But here you were, a little over a week before he was supposed to leave. He wasn’t packed. He hadn’t even pulled his larger suitcases out of his closet.

Mikko was sitting on the sofa while you were criss-cross-applesauce on the floor. Something was playing on Netflix but you weren’t paying it any attention. He had a leg not so delicately draped over your shoulder that he used to kick your head which thoroughly shook you from any I-Love-Mikko related daydreams you may or may not have been having. You spun around to face him as your jaw dropped, just to see that he was laughing.

“I’ve been saying your name for five minutes,” he said. You felt like you would have noticed that but you weren’t confident enough to argue so you just continued to stare at him waiting for him to tell you the dumb joke or ask you the weird question that you knew was coming.

“Come to Finland with me,” was all he said. Not a question, a plea, or a favor. A statement. He wanted you to fly almost five thousand miles with him to go to his home country. As much as you wanted to go, you couldn’t just up and leave for the summer. You had responsibilities. And a life. And you didn’t speak Finnish.

“Mikko-” you started, but he cut you off. He knew what you were going to say so he cut you off with a “plllleeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssseeeee.” And he knew he got you when you tilted your head back and sighed. With a wide smile, he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him and leaned in to kiss you. Just before your lips touched you shoved your hand over his face. “Wait, I can’t just go right now, but we can try to plan it out so I can go see you for a few weeks if that’s okay with you.”

“If that’s okay with me,” he mimed in a feminine voice trying to mock your expressions, even going so far as doing a fake hair flip, “of course it’s okay with me.” You leaned in to kiss him for a few seconds until he pulled back beaming, “Babe! You’re coming to Finland!” A giddy smile came across your face and you couldn’t help but cheer, “I’m going to Finland!”

The time before you were able to make the trip was excruciating but finally, the day arrived and you were stepping off the airplane. You were in a country that you’d never been to before but loved already. It felt like there was a magnet in your belly pulling you to baggage claim where you knew he’d be. It had been a long flight and when you finally landed and switched your phone off of airplane mode, it had been flooded with his texts. Tracking your flight, complaining about how long it was taking, and finally, a message that he was here waiting for you.

You were watching your feet as you stepped off the escalator but when you lifted your head it was hard to miss all six feet and four inches of Mikko. He smiled when he locked eyes with you and that’s when you noticed that he was holding up a homemade sign reading “Welcome to Finland (Y/N)!” in his scratchy handwriting. There were some drawings around the words and you were able to make out a Finnish flag and what looked like two stick figures holding hands. At this point, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore and quite literally ran into his arms. He didn’t miss a beat and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up as you hiked your legs around his waist.

“I missed you… so much,” he whispered and you noticed that his accent had already gotten a bit thicker and his frame a bit sturdier as he was able to stop pushing himself to the limit like he did during the season.

As he set you back on your feet, you beamed up at him and said, “I’m so happy to see you.” His response was a blush, a shrug, and some mumblings about how you see his face every day. “Yeah, but seeing you through the phone is different,” you exclaimed cheerily as you threaded your fingers through his and pulled him and your bag towards the exit.

In the car on the way to his place, he kept his hand firmly in yours. But as soon as you arrived you pulled yourself free and sprung out of the car to meet his dog. You were quick to get on the ground with him and the dog was quick to flop on you and start licking your face. A minute later you heard Mikko laughing and peeled your eyes open to see him standing over you, phone in hand. He reached down to pull you up and started dragging you over to the swing on his porch.

You asked, “what about my bags?” And Mikko just scoffed, “we can get them later, I haven’t seen you in so long. We aren’t going to unpack all of your stuff right now.” He was right and you knew it. The chances that all your stuff would end up unpacked were probably very low and you were likely going to just live out of your suitcase while you were here.

Mikko sat on the swing and pulled you so your legs were draped across his and you were tucked into his side. You were utterly content to sit like that with the rocking of the swing, the faint breeze, and Mikko’s lips kissing the side of your head every so often.

Being without him was so hard. You honestly weren’t sure how you had survived being “just friends” for as long as you had. Now that you had Mikko, you could hardly pull yourself away from him for five minutes without feeling an ache in your chest. If his clinginess towards you since you landed was any indication, he clearly felt the same way.

It was then that your conversation with Gabe flooded your mind once again. You loved Mikko. Almost definitely since before you started dating. Probably since the moment you met. But once again it was looking like you’d have to make the move and be the first to say those three words. As you took a deep breath, trying to hype yourself up, Mikko spoke.

“(Y/N)... I really, really love you.”

You weren’t making eye contact, if anything he was pushing your face further into his chest so you couldn’t pull away. But you moved his arm down and pried your head up. You brought your hand up to stroke your thumb across his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. It looks like you wouldn’t be making the first move again after all.

“I really, really love you too, Mikko.”

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derangedangel · 4 years

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Imported - Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: Based on this song by Jessie Reyez & 6LACK. You and Klaus make an arrangement to get over your past relationships.

Word Count: 5,123

Author’s Note: I LOVE this song, and this took me forever to write for some reason. I knew where I wanted to go, but actually getting there is hell. Honestly, I don’t know if the timeline for Klaus in this lines up with the part I tried to match in TVD, but just deal with it for the story’s sake.

*gif is not mine*

You, you're in love with somebody else Maybe I could offer some help Get over them by gettin' under me

It had been two weeks since Jason practically stomped on your heart. Two years of will he or won’t he finally led to won’t he. At first you chalked it up to him being away so much for work. Long distance relationships were a pain in the ass. But now he made it clear. How could your heart hurt so much from someone you never officially dated?

Your girls took you out for the night to get your mind off things. All you did was work and come home, so they though it would be good for you to get out. You pregamed a little at your apartment, so now you were buzzed, but you still weren’t feeling this little outing.

You sat at the bar watching your friends dance to the music. Your head leaned against your hand, your elbow sitting on the bar. Your eyes gazed around the bar examining everyone. The couple who couldn’t get enough of each other in the corner. The guy at the other end of the bar checking out all the girls on the dance floor. The bar tender trying to get a second to himself leaning against the back wall. Finally, your eyes landed on the dark blonde sitting two seats over from you. His eyes were set on his glass in front of him. He looked a little sad. Like his heart was broken too. Maybe that’s why you decided to speak to him.

“You look like someone just kicked your puppy.”

The man looked up, a slight glint in his eyes.

“I could say the same about you,” he said, a smirk on his lips.

“Touché,” you said tilting your head to the side, pointing your drink in his direction. “But seriously. You look just as bad as me. Who broke your heart?”

“Who said anything about my heart being broken?”

You just looked at him, your eyes saying ‘don’t lie to me.’

“Caroline,” he said her name like it stung his lips. “She got married the other day.”

“Ouch,” you said scrunching up your face in pain. You scooted over onto the stool next to him.

“To an old friend,” he added.

“Oooo insult to injury.”

He took a long sip of his bourbon before he spoke again. “He’s a good man. I know he’ll treat her well.”

“Don’t feed me that bull. That’s what you’re telling yourself to make you feel better. How are you really feeling?”

He turned his head and looked at you, taking you in. He could tell you were buzzed, but you were being genuine.

“I hate it. I loath him for getting to be something I can’t to her. I resent him for marring her, but I don’t blame him for wanting to do so.”

“You must have really loved this girl,” you said sadly.

“She wasn’t ready to be with me when I wanted her to. I understood and told her I would wait.”

“Wow... you make my situation seem so minuscule. I mean, I think I loved him. I never told him.”

“What happened with...,” he trailed his question waiting for you to say his name.

“Jason. Just your typical mutual attraction but not wanting to commit. Biggest waste of my time. Honestly, I feel so stupid for sulking over him.”

“You had strong feelings for him. You shouldn’t feel stupid for that,” he said a little too softly for your liking.

You stared at him for a moment taking him in. He was cute. His lips colored the perfect shade of pink. His blue eyes had just a hint of green in them to make you want to see them out in the sunshine instead of this dimly lit bar.

“Umm... we’re sitting her discussing our sorta exes but we don’t even know each other’s names,” you pointed out.

“I’m Klaus,” he said stretching out his hand to shake yours.

You giggled at the formality but shook his hand. “Y/N.”

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“Y/N,” you heard your name shouted then a loud giggled followed.

“You okay Megan,” you asked your friend as she stumbled next you making you turn away from Klaus.

“I’m great,” she shouted throwing her hands up in the air. “Are you okay? You’ve been sitting over here practically the whole night. Why don’t you dance with us?”

“I’m alright over here. I’ve been talking to my new friend,” you said and gestured over to Klaus and he gave a little wave.

“Ohhh...,” Megan said her eyes growing big taking in the man next to you. She leaned in closer to you to whisper, but she was still loud as ever. “He’s cute. You should take him home. You need to get laid.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Megan,” you whisper yelled.

“What? You know I’m right,” she said in a lower tone catching on that you were mad.

“Maybe, but you said that kind of loud,” you pointed out embarrassed.

“I did,” she asked not completely sure loud she had actually been speaking even though she could have sworn she whispered. “Oh, well,” she said then practically skipped away back to your other girl friends on the dance floor.

You slowly turned back to Klaus, dropping your head into your hands shaking it. “I am so sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize,” he said but you could hear the smile in his voice.

Dropping your hands, you looked up at Klaus. “She’s a sweet girl, but when she drinks she has no idea how loud she actually is. She thought she whispered that last bit to me.”

“I’m sure of it. But it’s always nice to hear a compliment.”

“Well you got to hear that you’re cute and I heard that I need to get laid.” You looked down at your empty glass then said, “I’m going to need another one of these.”

Klaus chuckled. “She meant well. Just looking out for a friend.”

“Yeah trying to get me to sleep with a hot stranger is definitely looking out for me.”

“So you think I’m hot,” Klaus said smirking at you.

“Oh please, you know you look good,” you replied smiling back at him.

“Like I said, it’s always nice to hear a compliment.”

You shook your head rolling your eyes at him. “Well I’m sure you don’t have a problem getting laid as my friend so eloquently put it.”

Klaus’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “So we’ve gotten close enough in the span of an hour to discuss our sex lives?”

You shrugged, “Hey, Megan brought it up first. I’m just rolling with it.”

“Well since Megan brought it up, my sex life isn’t at the top of my priorities list right now.”

“See that’s your problem,” you said pointing to him.

“Excuse me,” Klaus asked confused but slightly intrigued.

“Stay with me here, Klaus. I’ve always heard the best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else.”

Klaus just looked at you in silence.

At this point, it was definitely the alcohol talking but you couldn’t stop yourself. “We’re both stuck on our sort of, should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been exes. It seems as if neither of us are looking for a relationship. Why not help each other out? If you catch my drift.”

Klaus’ lips curved up into a smirk. “I’m following you.”

“Wanna get out of here,” you asked smiling.

“Go tell your friends you’re leaving,” Klaus replied then stood up. “Meet me at the door in 5. I’ll pay the tab.”

You quickly went over to your friends and told them you were heading out. They all whined talking about how this night was supposed to be for you, but you assured them the night went great and for them to let you know when they made it back home safe.

About 15 minutes later, you were in a hotel lobby. Klaus said a hotel would be best since you probably didn’t want someone you just met in your home. Although you argued that you were about to sleep with said stranger you just met, you still agreed with him. The elevator ride felt agonizingly long. It was silent except for the soft elevator music playing in the background. As soon as Klaus opened the hotel door and you both were inside, your lips pressed against his in an urgent kiss.

“Woah,” Klaus said stumbling back slightly. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

“It’s been a while,” you said as you pulled away to pull your shirt over your head. Klaus walked backwards to the bed as you followed him.

“I guess Megan was right,” Klaus said making fun of you.

“You talk to much,” you said before pushing Klaus back onto the bed then hopping on top of him reconnecting your lips.

We can skip the wine and dine Go straight for the wind and grind She wanna cum, I can make it happen, fuck trying

After that first night, you and Klaus continued to meet up a few more times over the course of the next few months. The two of you promised to keep it casual. No feelings. Just sex. After it was over, usually one of you would leave right after. Sometimes you stuck around to shower before going back to your own place.

Things were becoming routine for the both of you. One of you would send the other a text, and the two of you would meet up at the hotel. You learned the ends and out of each other. Since it was purely sex, neither one of you didn’t mind telling the other flat out what they liked and didn’t like. Klaus was a quick learner.

One night there was a bad storm out and Klaus sent you a text late at night. You told him there was no way you were coming out in that weather. He asked for your address and 10 minutes later he was there. At first, you liked just going to the hotel. It made it more excited. But it was nice to have Klaus in your own bed.

You two began to get comfortable around one another. Naturally that was bound to happen when you constantly see someone naked. Klaus revealed that he was a vampire and had a daughter. Both being reasons why he preferred to go to the hotel. It kept you out of any unnecessary danger and he didn’t need his daughter asking questions. Apparently she was a very curious little girl.

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“Oh my God,” you shot up, pushing yourself from off the top of Klaus’ body.

“What? What’s wrong,” Klaus asked genuinely confused as to what ruined your mood.

“You just called me Caroline,” you said as you wrapped the bed sheet around your body.

“I did?”

“Yes,” you shouted sitting on the edge of the bed now. “Look, I know we’re not together so it shouldn’t matter if you say her name during sex, but it’s just too weird. Maybe we should put a brief pause on this.”

Klaus moved across the bed to get closer to you. “It was a mistake, love. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“No,” you said standing up. “The mood is ruined now. I’m just gonna head out.”

Klaus laid back in bed and watched you as you put your clothes back on. He tried to reach out to you a few days later hoping that was enough of a pause, but you told him you two needed space. The sex buddies thing was getting a little complicated and you thought time and space was the best way to make things not be weird.

Two weeks later Klaus reached out again and you would have met up with him at the hotel, but aunt flow was making a visit. You texted him that you were just going to lay on the couch all day.

Thirty minutes later your doorbell rang.

“Ughh, who comes to someone’s home without texting first? It’s the 21st century. Only lunatics or serial killers do that,” you mumbled to yourself mad you had to get off the couch. You looked through the peephole before opening the door only a few inches.

“Lunatic here,” Klaus said when you opened the door. You were about to ask what he was doing at your apartment when he lifted his hand showing what he brought with him. “And I brought ice cream.”

“What kind,” you asked trying to see the flavor, opening the door a little more.

“Cookie dough,” he replied grinning.

“I guess you can come in,” you said trying to act like you wouldn’t have let him in even if he didn’t have any ice cream.

You walked to your kitchen, grabbed a spoon, and immediately dug into the ice cream. You moaned as soon as the creamy goodness toughed your tongue.

“Not that I’m not loving this ice cream right now,” you said as you dug your spoon in for another bite. “But I know you didn’t come all the way over here just to bring me food.”

Klaus was standing across from you, leaning against the counter. “My siblings were irritating me for the millionth time this week,” he said the paused for a moment. You nodded at his response, used to him mentioning how annoying his brothers and sisters could be. “And I wanted to check to see how you were doing.”

Your gaze met his through your eyelashes as you took your focus off your ice cream. “I’m okay.”

“After last time-,” Klaus began but you interrupted him.

“Don’t even worry about it,” you said waving your hand like it was old news and you didn’t want to hear it. “It was weird, but it’s okay for you to think about her when we’re-” you said but now Klaus was interrupting you.

“It’s not okay,” he said standing up a little straighter. “We were doing this to get over them. Me thinking about her when I’m with you... it... complicates things.”

“Klaus, it doesn’t have to be that serious. You miss her,” you said shrugging. “That’s okay.”

“I still shouldn’t have called you her name,” he said edging closer to you. “You’re not Caroline,” he said in a low tone that made your stomach feel funny.

The two of you stood there for a moment just staring at each other until your phone started ringing. You quickly scurried to your living room to answer it. While you talked on the phone, you watched Klaus walk in and sit on your couch.

After you got off the phone, you looked up at Klaus and pulled a lackluster smile on your lips. “You want to stay and watch TV with me? I was in the middle of a Law and Order: SVU marathon.”

Klaus smiled shyly and said he would stay and watch with you for a little while. It felt like things were shifting between the two of you. What started out as a sex buddy was turning into an actual friend.

Nursing a broken heart But who'd've thought it'd take me ages? I ended up here 'cause my girl said, "Fake it 'til you make it"

Klaus had just put Hope back to bed after a bad dream when his phone started ringing. He was shocked to see your name light up his screen. The two of you always preferred to text.

“Y/N?”

“Klaus,” you shouted excitedly into the phone. “I didn’t think you would answer. It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Are you drunk,” he asked, a smile on his face at the though of you drunk dialing him.

“Sure am,” you said happily.

Klaus heard the music and shouting coming from the background. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the Cat’s Meow! Megan’s here with me,” you replied.

“Hiiiiii,” Klaus heard Megan squeal from next to you.

“You’re out drunk with Megan,” Klaus asked slightly worried about you now.

“Yeah. We were ready to go home but Megan couldn’t figure out the Lyft app,” you said then laughed. “So I called you.”

“Do you want me to come pick you up,” Klaus asked with a smile on his face.

“Yes, please,” you said.

About twenty minutes later, Klaus walked into the Cat’s Meow. He looked around the crowded karaoke bar trying to find you in the dim light. Megan squealed from one of the stools against the wall and he spotted her.

“Where’s Y/N,” he said once he caught her attention.

“Oh, hi,” Megan said a huge smile on her face. “You came!”

“I did,” he nodded. “Where’s Y/N?”

Megan pointed to the stage. Klaus followed Megan’s finger and saw you on stage hula hooping.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie,” Megan yelled. You looked over at her giggling and spotted Klaus.

“Klaus,” you yelled loosing your focus on what you were doing. The hula hoop dropped from around your waist and you practically bounced off the stage. You through your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. “You came!”

Klaus was shocked by your sudden outburst of affection. His hands were up in the air unsure of what to do in this situation. You pulled away, a smile lighting up your face.

“Um, you ready to get out of here,” Klaus asked as he took a step back from you.

“Yeah,” you said nodding your head happily. “Come on Megan,” you said grabbing her hand then looping your other arm through Klaus’.

The three of you walked out of the karaoke bar and headed down Bourbon street.

Five minutes later you complained that you were starving and Klaus just had to go into one of the burger places nearby. He tried to convince you it could wait until you at least got to his car and he could get you something else to eat, but you refused.

You walked into the nearest diner and sat down at a booth. Megan sat across from you and Klaus sat next you. You and Megan ordered food and Klaus scrolled aimlessly on his phone.

You were talking to Megan about the new Ryan Gosling movie then you stopped mid-sentence, you’re eyes growing big. “Oh my God,” you said ducking down into the booth.

“What,” Megan said turning around to see what you were looking at.

“It’s Jason,” you said in a low voice. His appearance sobered you up some. Klaus straightened up and put his phone away in his pocket.

“And he’s with someone,” Megan said turning back around to face you.

“Are you serious,” you asked annoyed and a little hurt.

“And he’s coming this way,” Megan said a slight panic in her voice.

“Well you’re just full of good news aren’t you?”

“Y/N,” Jason asked surprised to see you even though you both lived in the same city. The girl he was with tightened her grip on his hand.

You wiggled uncomfortably in your spot sliding up in the booth. “Hey.”

Jason looked across the table making eye contact with Megan. “Hey, Megan.”

“Whatever,” Megan said crossing her arms over her chest, turning and looking out the window.

“Who is this, love,” Klaus asked as he through his arm over your shoulder pulling you into his side.

You turned at him confused but he winked at you so only you could see. Even though you were drunk, you caught on to what he was trying to do.

“This is Jason, sweetie,” you said placing your hand on Klaus’ thigh.

“Oh, yes. You’ve mentioned him once before.”

“I’m confused,” Megan mumbled then you kicked her under the table. “Ow.”

“Cousin, right,” Klaus asked pointed up at Jason.

“Uh, no,” Jason replied a little agitated.

“He’s an old high school friend, remember,” you said to Klaus knowing it would annoy Jason.

“Oh, of course, that high school friend,” Klaus said stretching his hand out to shake Jason’s.

“And you are,” Jason asked even though he felt like more than just a high school friend to you.

Klaus squeezed his hand just a little too tight. “Klaus, the boyfriend,” he answered smirking. He let go of Jason’s hand and pulled you in a little closer to him. “I have to say, I don’t know how you let her slip out of your grip,” Klaus said then turned to you, “but one man’s loss is another’s gain.”

You stared at Klaus in awe over what he was doing for you. Jason was at a loss for words, so Megan spoke up. “And on that note, I would say it was nice to see you, but it wasn’t,” Megan said cocking her head and pursing her lips.

Jason turned to Megan with a close lipped smile and said, “Well, it’s always a joy to see you Megan.” He turned back to face you, but you were still staring at Klaus. “It was good to see you, Y/N.”

“Un huh, bye,” you said hardly noticing Jason anymore.

After Jason walked away with his date, Megan said. “Oh my God! That was hilarious. The look on his face... he was so jealous. And he’s keeps looking over here now.”

“How about we give him something to look at then,” Klaus said, a smirk slowly rising on his face.

“I love to put on a show,” you said smiling. Then Klaus leaned down and connected his lips to yours. His other hand that wasn’t already wrapped around your shoulder came up and pressed against the side of your face. The kiss was slow, nothing too crazy for public viewing. It was all an act, but there was still something intense about it.

Megan was shocked. She knew about your situation with Klaus, but she understood it was a private thing. Something behind closed doors. “Oh, wow. So this is happening,” Megan said to herself.

You smiled into the kiss before Klaus pulled away. For the rest of your time in the diner, you and Klaus stayed pressed up against one another. After you and Megan ate your food, Klaus stood up and grabbed your hand to walk you to his car. At that point, you weren’t sure if it was for show, to keep you steady in your drunken state, or because of something more.

Klaus drove Megan home first. The two of you managed to drag her upstairs to her apartment and into her bed. You put a glass of water and Advil on her nightstand for when she woke up in the morning. On the way to your place, you dozed off in the passenger seat. Klaus tried to wake you up once you made it home, but you were too tired to get out of his car on your own. Klaus decided it would be best just to carry you instead.

Klaus laid you down in your bed and handed you the over sized t-shirt that you were using as pajamas.

“You need to change,” Klaus insisted trying to hand you the t-shirt.

“Nooo,” you moaned. “I’m just gonna sleep like this.”

“Y/N, you’re fully dressed with makeup on your face.”

“Ughh can you do it,” you asked. You sat up as much as you could and tried to pull your shirt over your head but got tangled. Klaus chuckled to himself and helped you pull your shirt over your head. He pulled your shoes off, then helped you with your jeans. Luckily, your makeup wipes were on your nightstand next to you. Klaus pulled one out and helped you wipe your makeup off.

When he was done, you fell back into bed and sighed. Klaus was about to leave your room, but you mumbled into your pillow.

“What was that, love?”

You adjusted your head so you weren’t talking directly into your pillow. “Stay.”

Klaus was a bit taken back, but he did as you asked. He slipped his shoes off and laid in bed with you. You cuddle up to him resting your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for laying in bed with you.”

“No, for earlier... with Jason. You didn’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend,” you said sleepily.

“Oh. Don’t even think about it.” Klaus carefully tried to readjust himself under you. He had laid in bed with you multiple times before, but this was the first time it wasn’t after sex.

“You’re so good to me, Klaus,” you mumbled barely audible but Klaus understood you anyway. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Klaus just laid underneath you, unable to respond. You quickly feel asleep soon after and Klaus just wrapped his arms around you as he stared up at the ceiling.

When you woke up the next morning, Klaus was gone. The side of the bed that he occupied nothing but a cold indent of where his body laid. At first, you told yourself it was because he had a child to get back home to. Then you reminded yourself he was just a sex buddy. He didn’t need to stay the night. He had done more than enough picking you up and bringing you home.

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Three weeks after the run in with your almost ex, you had some news for Klaus. You texted him to meet you at the bar you first met at. You two became regulars there in the weeks after you met, and it seemed like a fitting place for your announcement.

“I met someone,” you said excitedly. You watched Klaus’s eyes for a reaction.

Klaus knew you had news, but he didn’t expect it to be that. His eyebrows rose in shock, but he held his composure. “You did?”

“Yeah. We’ve been on two dates so far, and I didn’t want to say anything until I knew how I felt, but I really like him.”

“That’s great, Y/N,” Klaus lied.

“That being said...,” you trailed off, hesitant about what you were about to say. “I think it’s time to break off our arrangement. After that whole thing with Jason at the diner, and me meeting this new guy, I’m in a good place now.”

The bartender sat a glass in front of Klaus and poured his usual bourbon. Klaus gulped down half the drink before he spoke. “That seems like the logical thing to do. As long as you’re happy.”

“I am,” you said smiling. “I just hope everything is okay between us.”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”

“It’s just... this whole thing started out as just sex,” you said fidgeting in your seat. “And I’ve come to really enjoy our friendship outside of that. I don’t want to lose this.”

“I don’t plan on going anywhere, do you?”

“No,” you said shaking your head.

“Good then,” Klaus said taking a sip of his drink. “You should know by now it takes a lot to get rid of Klaus Mikaelson.”

“Well, you are a thousand years old. Old men tend to be stubborn,” you said smirking.

“Watch it, love,” Klaus warned smirking back at you.

The two of you sat at the bar a little longer just talking. Klaus was doing a good job of pretending like his feelings weren’t hurt. But what did he expect? The two of you were just sex buddies. You were intelligent, beautiful, and people were drawn to you. Of course some man would catch your attention and ask you out. Klaus was just playing himself thinking this could go on uninterrupted.

Get over them by gettin' under me, uh But you might O.D. if you get too much of me

A knock sounded at your front door. You looked through the peep hole then opened the door surprised.

“Klaus? What are you doing here.”

“I need to talk to you,” he replied, rolling his shoulders back nervously. “Look, I know our relationship was strictly sexual, and that was fine for a while. You were ready to start back dating and I understand but-”

“Hey, Y/N, you ready to go,” a male voice said interrupting Klaus. Klaus looked over your shoulder and saw a man coming from out of your bathroom.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had company,” Klaus said, hurt evident in his voice.

“Klaus, it’s-,” you tried to explain but Klaus interrupted you.

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll let you be.” Klaus turned around and walked away.

You stood in your doorway shocked and confused. “What just happened,” you whispered to yourself. After you wrapped your brain around what Klaus was possibly trying to tell you, you took off down the hallway.

“Klaus, stop,” you said as you caught up to him.

“What,” Klaus said somberly. He looked disappointed.

“Finish what you were trying to tell me.”

“Why does it matter,” he asked wounded.

“Because I want to know,” you said sternly.

Klaus sighed taking a moment before he spoke. He spent all afternoon trying to work up the nerve to tell you how he truly felt. Although it seemed like you already moved on from your arrangement with him, he might as well tell you the truth.

“I fancy you alright. When you told me you were ready to start back dating and that you were seeing someone new, I was upset. I got comfortable with what we had, but it turns out it wasn’t suitable for me anymore. I want more with you. I want a relationship.”

Before Klaus could get another word out, you reached up, placing your hands on his face, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short, but you tried to put all your feelings for him into it. Klaus blinked slowly gathering his thoughts after you pulled away.

“What- why did you kiss me? What about the man in your apartment?”

“I kissed you, because I feel the same way,” you said smiling. “And that guy in my apartment is just an old friend. He’s in town for a little while and we were only going to go to a movie.”

“Well now I feel-“

“Stupid for jumping to conclusions,” you asked as your wrapped your hands around Klaus’ neck, pressing your body against his.

“I wasn’t going to say stupid exactly,” he said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Foolish. Ludicrous. Thick,” you listed off teasing him as you kissed him in between each word.

“Well now you’re just listing synonyms for stupid, which I don’t appreciate. But if you’re going to keep kissing me, then I’m sure I could learn to live with it.”

“Oh, you’re going to have to learn to live with a lot of things with me,” you said nodding up at him.

“I can’t wait,” Klaus replied before leaning down to kiss you again.

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