#things had been cooling down for some weeks and he blew off some dates we were supposed to have so I had specifically asked him if he wante

[diemsomnians]

the guy I am kind of dating and I have a huge crush on just did an overhaul of his tinder profile, changed every picture and description and put his settings on nothing serious

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

breaking news!

pairing: milf! reader x pre-re2 leon

cws/tags: protected p in v, virginity loss, leon cumming immediately, coming untouched, talking about past somno (implied to be consensual), presumably established relationship, no description of reader beyond cis female who has had a child and is older than leon, reader POV, no use of y/n

summary: leon doesn't wanna die a virgin! shit goes down in july '98 (bizarre murders occur in raccoon city etc. you know the monologue), and leon sees it on the news, decides he's gotta fuck before he becomes a cop fr.

a/n: this is part 3 to cool mom's countdown. i wasn't sure how to tag some stuff bc it's like they're having sex rn but reader is thinking about stuff they've done in the past too, so it's kinda a little time-skipping sometimes. (past things are italicized for your reading pleasure)

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At first, your relationship with Leon made you feel old -- all of the pop culture references you’d make flew over his head, and you realized how out of the loop you were when it came to modern slang when you had to ask Leon for the definition of approximately one word per sentence he spoke. While miscommunications arose through conversations, you were in sync when it came to sex. 

In the proverbial bedroom, Leon made you feel young again. After work one Friday night, you made out on the couch until you insisted that you needed to freshen up before your movie date, and ended up sitting on the bathroom counter with Leon’s head between your thighs, and, to pay him back, you jerked him off in the theater.

You’d been together for a good six months before you finally went all the way. You told Leon from the beginning that you wouldn’t have sex with him until he was 100% sure he was ready. A sweet boy like him deserved to have a good first time. 

After a gourmet meal of macaroni and cheese plus whatever else you could find in the cabinet, the two of you shared a six pack on the back porch while watching the sun set over the suburbs. It was romantic, minus the topic of conversation -- everyone was talking about the bizarre murders in the Arklay Mountains which weren’t far from where you lived. Leon was glued to the TV, watching updates as they appeared on the news over the course of the past week. 

It was disturbing enough to hear the outlandish reports of families being attacked by a group of about 10 people, but the victims were apparently eaten. And, you couldn’t bear the thought of Leon being a member of that STARS team that went missing. 

Leon had always been insistent on joining the force, but being forced to actively accept your own mortality can be a scary experience for even the bravest. However, Leon’s biggest fear wasn’t death itself. 

“I keep seeing those cops on the news -- the ones from the RPD who died and I don’t wanna die a virgin.”

“What?” His train of thought blew past about 10 stops before arriving at its destination, it seemed. You struggled to put the pieces together. 

“That’ll be me pretty soon -- well, not necessarily dead, hopefully not, just part of the RPD, I mean. But, since there’s a real chance I could die, I would like to lose my virginity.”

Talking about death put a bit of a damper on the mood, but Leon could get you riled up in the most inappropriate of situations. 

“I told you we can do it whenever you’re ready,” you said nonchalantly. 

“What I meant was, I’m ready now.”

Your first instinct was to look down towards the front of his jeans. 

“Mentally,” he clarified when he saw you checking for a bulge in his pants. 

You swiftly led him up to your bedroom and by the time your lips were on his neck, he was physically ready for you too. Leon’s a sucker for hickies. Pun intended. 

“It makes me feel like I’m yours,” he mentioned one night, wearing a stupid grin and smudged lipstick - both courtesy of you.   

“You are mine,” you said, cupping his cheek, “and I’m yours.”

“Then, can I give you one too?” 

He shouldn’t. You already felt out of place at the neighborhood book club, and you didn’t want Karen and Cheryl (or whatever their names are) to think you’re a complete whore. 

Fuck it. They could stare all they wanted. Bring on their jealousy-fueled disgust. 

You exposed your neck to Leon and let him suck lightly at the skin. As it turned out you liked them quite a bit too. 

When you told Leon he was yours and vice versa, you meant it, but tonight you were really going to seal the deal. 

It was a dance of tipsy fumbling around as one’s first time should be. Giggling while barely holding yourselves back from ripping each other’s clothes off. 

“You’re so needy,” you whispered into his ear, though you were the one palming him through his underwear. 

“No... you’re just hot... I can’t help being like this around you.”

“Yeah? Then how do you think I feel around a handsome young man like you?” You took his hand and gently guided him to feel your arousal through your panties. 

He inhaled sharply, and you felt his needy cock twitch against your hand which had yet to slip inside his boxers. Poor thing, he was always so desperate. 

Not that you minded – not even when you’d wake up in the middle of the night to him rutting his hips into you from behind. He did this often in his sleep – he thought it was embarrassing, but you thought it was endearing. He’d mumble your name and coax your hand back to his hard-on if you ever dared to retract it. 

Leon hooked his fingers in the fabric of your panties and slid it to the side, teasing your folds with his touch. 

In retaliation and reward, you took his length in your hand, planning to give him the same languid, tantalizing strokes he was giving you. But he grabbed your wrist and stopped you. 

“Wait-” he said, breath shaky with what you assumed to be nerves.

You backed off completely. “Leon, I’m so sorry. If you’re not ready tonight, we can do this some other-”

“-I’m ready, too ready. Just thinking about getting to be inside you is making me feel... really good already, so, um, if you touch me like that, I might not be able- I might cum before I can actually... you know...”

“Fuck me?” God, it was so cute how flustered he’d get over the simplest things. 

“Yeah, fuck you.” He couldn’t curse in front of you without blushing. It took him a while to adjust to calling you by your first name instead of ‘ma’am’, so you couldn’t blame him for feeling awkward cursing around you. The redness in his cheeks only rose when he realized how his statement - fuck you - could’ve been interpreted. 

“No, wait, not fuck you, I mean, I wanna fuck you... in a good way. I wanna make you feel good,” he clarified.

“Then come here,” you lied back on the bed and beckoned him closer. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Typical. You had to resist the urge to call him a ‘good boy’, knowing those words alone might make him cum in his pants. 

It wouldn’t be the first time. Once, while he was going down on you -- on his knees at the edge of your bed, his favorite position -- you told him how he was such a good boy for making you feel so good, and though his hands remained gripping your thighs, holding them open so he could bury his face in your cunt, your orgasm triggered his, and he came completely untouched. 

You grabbed a condom from your bedside table -- you were on the pill, and neither of you were seeing anyone else, but you were pretty sure that his cock wouldn’t make it inside you if you told him he could fuck you raw -- and you handed him the packet. 

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Yeah, they made us try putting them on bananas in health class.”

“Thank your health teacher for me, then, will you?”

“Um, I don’t know if Mr-”

“I’m kidding, baby.”

“This is no time for joking around. You’re breaking my concentration,” he said, but his smile betrayed any facade of seriousness. 

When he successfully put it on, you said, only half-joking, “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“Don’t say that,” he said -- no, whined. 

“Why not?”

“Gonna make me cum too quick.”

If only he knew that his bashfulness, his pretty, whiny voice, and his desperation were going to make you cum quicker than you usually would. 

“Okay. I won’t say anything.”

“At least tell me if I’m doing it right, like, if I’m putting it in the right hole.”

“You’re doing fine so far.”

He nodded and took a breath before positioning himself at your entrance. When he pressed the tip inside you, you moaned simultaneously. You wanted to beg him to keep going, you wanted to feel all of him, but you knew you needed to let him set the pace. 

“You feel so good, you’re so tight...” His thoughts were mostly tame, things you’d heard men say before but he was so genuine, couldn’t even help running his mouth -- until his words were reduced to nothing but moans. Pornographic, pathetic, sexy. 

When he’d finally buried himself to the hilt, he stilled his hips, keeping both of your orgasms at bay. Your hands never left his body because you couldn’t get enough of him, not even when he was entirely inside you. You thought you were being gentle but the marks left on his skin said otherwise. 

Eventually, he began to thrust in and out of you slowly, and you could see that he was holding himself back. 

“Leon, baby, you know you can go as slow or as fast as you want, yeah?”

“I wanna go faster but if I do, I’m gonna cum,” he said as if that wouldn’t be the hottest thing he could do. 

“Yeah? I wanna see you cum, baby.”

“Fuck, really? Already?” 

He didn’t wait for a response before he increased the pace of his thrusts rapidly, his hips leading and his mind following. 

You tried to answer, but he was brushing against that sensitive spot inside you over and over again, so all you could manage was an ‘uh-huh’. 

Frantically, he said, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” with a mixture of pleas and apologies. Neither of which you needed. 

When he came, he threw his head back and let out an unbridled moan followed by labored breaths. 

The sight of him sent you over the edge, scrambling for something to hold onto, your nails dug into his back. You nearly screamed his name as you shuddered through your high. 

When you returned to reality, you saw complete bewilderment on Leon’s face. “Did you just cum?”

“Uh, yeah?” you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as you said it. 

“I made you cum?”

“Uh-huh.”

Flopping down next to you, satisfied with himself, he asked, “Can we do that again?”

“Like right now?”

“Yeah, that was amazing.”

And you couldn’t agree more.

[jerrysghostwriter]

The Things We Leave Unsaid

IV x Reader

NSFW/MDNI (at the end so you dont have to read it)

I hope this lived up to your expectations I had so much fun writing it!!

as always ignore my poor grammar if you can

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You’d loved him since you were fourteen years old.

It was a stupid crush you always thought, until you finally got old enough to actually understand the feelings you had for him. It was the quiet kind of love, it flourished with every sweet thing he had done for you. When he saved you a seat everyday in class from elementary school to your senior year. The way his fingers would curl around your shoulders when the world got to be too loud. It clung to the nights you spent watching horror movies on your parents living room floor, pretending you were terrified so he wouldn't move that calming hand from your thigh. 

Now, over a decade later you should have been over it.

You were adults. You had a career, your own apartment, and other friends. He had dated other women, granted they were two month relationships at the most, flings that ended with his usual detached explanation of “it just wasn't working.”

And you? You tried to date, even thought you found someone until things got too serious and you realized you would never get over that “little crush”.

Still , you buried it. Years of practice had made it look easy, you laughed at his dumb jokes, teased him back when he teased you, even gave advice when his relationships fell apart. Even though you always had to hide the twinge in your chest everytime he introduced someone new.

You thought you were doing okay, that maybe you were free of it.

 Until lately.

Lately he had been acting strange.

He was quieter, distant. He would zone out mid conversation then have some random reason to excuse himself, disappear for days without a word, just to pop back up like nothing happened. He smiled less, and when he did it wasn't really a smile. It didn't reach his eyes, it didn't crinkle his nose like it used to.

At first you chalked it up to stress. He was constantly working, touring, you couldn't imagine the burnout or exhaustion. But something was different, and you couldn't ignore it anymore..

-----

You found him on the rooftop of your building, always seemed to go up there when he needed fresh air. He was seated on the edge, legs stretched out and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He didn't look at you when you sat beside him, just offered you the tiniest tilt of his head, a stark contrast to how he would always greet you excitedly with a bear hug and silly nicknames from when you were kids. ‘Sweetheart’ had always been your favorite, hearing his father call his mother the pet name he started to do the same with you, your parents all thought it was the cutest thing, that you would grow out of it but you never did, you had been his ‘sweetheart’ since you were seven.

You waited a bit longer, watching him take another long drag from his cigarette before putting out and throwing it off to the side.

Finally you broke the silence. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong? Or am I supposed to keep pretending you're fine?” 

He tensed at your words, jaw tightening. The wind caught his hair and blew it across his face but still he avoided your gaze.

“It's nothing” short and hollow, like all his words to you lately.

You scoffed getting fed up with his behavior towards you “bullshit”

He sighed, dragging a hand over his face before he finally looked at you, more emotion in his eyes than you had seen in weeks. Then in a voice so raw and cracking it hurt your heart,

“None of them were you” 

But the words hung there, unfinished. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and dragged it down his neck before he jumped up “I-I have to go.”

You blinked, stunned “what?”

He was already heading to the door leading down by the time you got up to walk after him.

“IV??” you said, concern and confusion lacing your voice

But he had already left before you could catch up. 

-IV-

The cool night air hit him like a slap in the face. He walked so fast, head down, hood up. Anything to stop the thoughts running through his head.

‘None of them were you’

He almost said it. He meant to say it.

But your eyes, the way you looked at him when you asked what was wrong. He couldn't stop thinking about the look in your eyes. 

Not sad.

Not angry.

Just..confused. And something else, something he couldn't shake.

Like he was a burden.

Like you were trying to be patient, but you were tired. Tired of him, tired of his presence, tired of his clinginess towards you, tired of loving him like a friend while he choked on the words he couldn't say out loud. 

Rounding the corner to a bar he texted vessel to meet him there, knowing he didn't live far. He just needed someone to take his mind off of things. While he waited for vessel he thought of the words that started this. 

Well he couldn't really say they started it, maybe the words that made him see it, stop denying it.

-----

They were all sitting around the backyard, drinks in hand, laughs going around, everyone having a good time and halfway to drunk. You were laughing about something when you got up to say hi to a guy across the yard, someone IV vaguely recognized from highschool.

He didn't think anything of it until the guy touched your arm, his hand staying there after the action as he spoke to you, as you giggled about some probably shitty joke he made.

He was so busy watching you he hadn't noticed III sneak up behind him.

“You gonna let that guy be the one?”

IV blinked, caught off guard “What?”

III didn't look at him. Just sipped his drink, eyes still on you.

“He's looking at her like she's the only goddamn thing that exists, while you sit here and pretend you don't care.”

“I don't.” you tried to defend

“Bullshit”

IV clenched his jaw, annoyed with IIIs special brand of meddling in everyone's business.

“You think i havent noticed?” III said. “ You shut down every time someone brings her up. Everytime she hugs you too long. You break off every relationship you're in right when it gets serious and then stare after her with those puppy dog eyes.”

“You are seeing things mate.” he tried to get III off track but damn if he couldn't pick apart a person. 

III laughed low, “you have been in love with her since we were kids”

IVs heart thudded like a warning drum.

“Shes been your constant, hell i dont think you two have ever been apart more than a few days except when we are on tour and even then you call her every day, shes your person and you are so fucking afraid of losing her that your gonna do exactly that.”

Iv stared into his drink, eyes burning, jaw tight.

“You think that guy over there won't take his shot? You think someone else won't see what you refuse to admit?”

Silence.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, man,” III said, finishing his drink. “But you should know by now, you can't lie to me.” 

----

IV sat in the bar, drink untouched.

His leg bouncing up and down while he waited for vessel, he had just begun to mutter to himself when vessel sat down across the booth from him. 

“She deserves better than this” 

“Better than what?” vessel asked, eyes assessing the state IV was in.

Slowly he looked up at him and blew out a harsh breath, “ Better than me confusing the shit out of her. Making her wonder why I keep pulling away.”

“Maybe she's not confused. Maybe she already knows.”

IV shook his head. “You didn't see the way she looked at me when I left. Like I was-” his voice caught, rougher now. “Like i was a fucking burden” 

Vessel leaned back in the booth, watching him carefully, always looking for things the others couldn't see. “She looked like that, or you saw her that way?”

IV didn't answer, he couldn't.

Because truthfully he didn't know.

Maybe you looked at him with concern. Maybe you'd just wanted to make sure he was okay. But in his chest, all he felt was shame. Like he was about to drag you into something messy, something heavy you haven't signed up for.

IV rubbed his thumb along the rim of his glass, his head hung low. 

Vessel sat up and leaned towards IV, gaining his attention. “You think telling her the truth would be a burden?”

IV scoffed. “She's happy. She is doing fine. Why the hell would she want this from me?”

“Because it's you, she cares about you” was all vessel could tell him at the moment. 

They all knew about your feelings towards each other, they knew both of you had struggled but they wouldn't be the ones to solve your problems, you two had to come to this on your own. 

-Reader-

It had been nearly two hours since your best friend had practically fled from your building.

You sat on your bed, running his words through your head over and over trying to figure out what you had done wrong, what could you have done wrong. You sent text after text, called multiple times, you needed an answer. 

All you could do now was wait. Hell you didn't even know what you were waiting for. 

A knock on the door? A call? A message explaining why he looked like he was on the verge of shattering when he left? Why he ran before he said whatever had been clawing at his throat?

Your phone buzzed. Causing you to jump up to grab it disappointed to see its not him.

You dropped it back onto the blanket, your chest feeling hollow, like something had been ripped from it.

It wasn't like him to act like this, you couldn't for the life of you figure out what had happened. In all your years you had never seen him quite like this. You had always been each others safe place, when your mother had gotten sick and passed right before your twenty third birthday he stayed with for weeks, cooking for you, holding you through the tears and the pain, he made you feel like you were able to actually live after losing someone so important to you, all while he was grieving at the same time. 

When his grandmother passed away when you were kids, you went to her funeral, had dinner with him and his family every night, you couldn't quite understand everything at your age but you knew he needed you, and that you would always be there. 

The one person he could talk to you when everything else fell apart. And tonight for the first time, he looked at you like…like he couldn't”

Like you were the problem.

You swallowed the sob threatening to climb up your throat, replaying it again. The way he started to speak, then backed out. The shift in his expression when you asked if he was okay, like he flinched away from you.

Like he was ashamed.

You hated the nasty thoughts that crept in.

 ‘Had you pushed too hard? Pressed when you should have let it go?’

But deep down it wasn't just tonight, it had been building for months now. A quiet wall growing between you. Brick by brick you felt the one person you thought you would always have blocking themselves off from you. You just didnt know why.

Your eyes flicked to the last message you sent as you checked again for his reply

You : ‘please just tell me what's going on. I can't help if you wont talk to me”

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You rubbed at your chest like that could dull the sharp pain spreading there. You didn't know what he was running from, but if it was you, if this was your fault, you didn't know how to fix it.

The room felt too quiet. Too still. And all you could do was sit there, wrapped in silence, asking yourself the same question you had asked a hundred times already.

‘What did I do wrong?’

-IV-

Her message sat there, glowing on his screen, like it was burning a hole through his chest.

He'd read it five times.

Typed out responses.

Deleted every one.

Nothing felt like enough. Nothing could explain what he felt without sounding like an excuse.

He paced the alley beside her apartment building for what felt like hours, his heart pounding through his chest, the same grating voice repeating over and over in his head. 

‘You waited too long, you fucked it all up’

‘You lost her completely’

His fingers trembled as he pulled up their last photo together, taken nearly two months ago at the lake, you were in the passenger seat, shades holding your hair back and your smile stretched wild as you threw a chip at him. He caught it in his mouth and you both laughed so hard you cried.

It was a moment he should have told you. Should have done something.

But he didn't.

Because he was terrified.

Terrified that the second he said it, you would turn your back on him and he would have ruined everything.

But seeing you like that tonight, so patient, so worried. No matter what his fears tried to trick him into thinking he knew you better than that, he knew you would be blaming yourself right now.

That broke him.

So he walked to your door, one slow step at a time. He reached your door and stood there just thinking for nearly fifteen minutes, trying to figure out how he would put it into words.

A few knocks away from changing everything, a few knocks away from losing you.

His hand hovered.

Then curled into a fist.

Then dropped.

He blew out a breath of frustration before finally doing it, lifting his hand and knocking on your door. 

There was a pause. Then shuffling behind the door before he heard the deadbolt unlatch.

The door creaked open and there you were, barefoot, eyes red and glassy, hair a mess and wearing one of his shirts. A band tee he thought he lost in highschool, faded black from age.

His breath caught like someone had reached out and plucked it from his chest.

You looked up at him, seeming unsure, fragile.

“Hi” you said softly, Your voice coming out raw.

He stepped inside without answering you.

As you closed the door he walked over to your couch, not even sparing a glance at you since he stepped through the threshold, he sat down and dropped his head into his hands. 

“I'm sorry” he rasped, voice hoarse. “I didn't mean to scare you.”

You didn't speak, just moved to stand in front of him, waiting for an explanation.

“I didn't answer because I didn't know how, I didn't know what to say. I thought that if I said it out loud, I'd lose you. That you would never look at me the same, that I'd be a burden on you.”

He was shaking now, his shoulders tensed and hands pulling at his hair.

“I've been trying to ignore it for so long. Every time I got close to someone else, it never worked because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Every smile, every laugh, every silly childhood memory. It just wasn't right because it wasn't you. But I didn't say anything. I thought maybe if I let it go, it would fade. I could keep you without ruining everything.”

He finally looked up at you, moving his hands to his knees, his grip so tight his knuckles were white.

“I'd decided that I'd rather have some of you than not have you at all. Even if i suffered in the process” 

“But it never faded, it got worse. It's always been you. And if that means I lose you now, then I deserve that. I just needed you to know.”

His voice cracked. 

“I love you. And I'm sorry it took me this long to say it out loud.”

Tears spilled down his cheeks as he sat there, waiting for you to tell him you couldn't handle it, that you didn't feel the same, that you could never love him like that. 

Then he felt warm fingers under his chin.

You tilted his face up, then kissed him.

Soft and sure.

He froze for half a second, shocked, before sinking into it with a broken sound from his throat.

You pulled back only when your tears mingled with his.

-Reader-

You rested your forehead against his.

“I've loved you” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Since the day your stupid football landed in my yard and you busted your ass climbing over the fence to get it” 

You both let out a small laugh at the memory of the very first time you met.

“You were all i ever wanted IV”

—---------------------smut-—-------------------

The air between you shifted the moment the words left your mouth.

IVs hands trembled as he reached up to touch your face, like he couldn't believe this was real. Your hands covered his, grounding him.

“I mean it,” you whispered. “All this time, it's been you” 

Something inside him broke open then, not in a violent burst, but like a dam giving in under the weight of everything it had been holding back. He surged forward and kissed you again, desperate and unfiltered this time. And you met him with equal force.

All teeth, soft moans and raw passion.

It wasn't rushed but it was urgent, years of silence had finally caught up and there was no more room for hesitation, nowhere else to hide.

He pulled you into his lap, legs straddling his hips, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging him closer. His mouth moved down your neck, finding the perfect spot, that sensitive bit of skin that he took his time nipping at then soothing the small bites with the warmth of his tongue. He was reverent in the way held you, in the way he kissed your skin, like he was worshipping the very thing he had denied himself for so long.

“I missed this shirt” he murmured against your collarbone, voice shaking as his hands slipped beneath the hem, gliding up your sides, “but i've missed you more”

You pulled it off in one swift motion, completely bare underneath, the way he looked at you had heat pooling in your lower belly and goosebumps forming along your skin. His breath caught in his throat and he slowly slid his hands up to cup your breasts, kissing each one before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking softly before letting off with a soft pop and gently pinching the other between his fingers, all while looking into your eyes with an intensity you'd wished you had the chance to see before.

He touched you as if you were fragile and holy to him, like every inch of your body was something sacred, something he could only ever dream of, his hands mapped over you slowly, memorizing every curve, every reaction that crossed your face. You arched into his touch, gasping when his fingers trailed down your stomach, just above the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“I've thought about this,” he whispered, lips ghosting along your forearm. “So many times, but it never came close to this, to you.”

You could barely breathe, it felt like he had set every nerve ending alight with his touch, your body aching for the pleasure you knew only he could bring you. 

You opened your legs wider, inviting him in, letting your fingers brush over his shoulders as he flipped you around, placing you beneath him gently on the couch, sliding down your body until he was face to face with the very place you needed him most.

And he didn't rush.

His hands spread your thighs gently, thumbs brushing soft, slow patterns along your skin. His breath ghosted across your core and sent a shiver racking up your body, and when he finally stripped you of your shorts and underwear, his mouth met you with a tenderness so consuming it brought a sound out of you that was half a moan, half a sob.

He devoured you with every stroke of his tongue and crook of his fingers inside of you, precise with every languid lap against your folds, one large hand splayed over your stomach to keep you down when your hips jerked up. He looked up at you as he worked, giving a resounding groan to every moan and plea that left your lips, the sound shooting straight through and bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Every movement, every touch, was like he wanted you to feel the weight of everything that has not been said, everything that was held back,

And you did.

You felt everything.

The years between you. The longing that had lived in silence. The love neither of you had known was okay to give until now.

Your fingers found his hair, threading through the strands as you pulled him impossibly closer, grinding against his mouth, with an unrelenting pace, and he took all that you gave until you were trembling beneath his heat on the verge of release. Your voice cracked as you cried out his name as you came hard against his tongue.

He held you through every aftershock, every wave of your orgasm, only pulling away when your legs stopped shaking. You barely had time to breathe before he was on top of you again, mouth on yours, kissing you like a man starving. You could taste yourself on his lips, the feeling was dizzying, intoxicating.

“I need you” you whispered into his mouth “please.”

He didn't hesitate.

He lined himself up and pushed inside of you slowly, and it was everything, tight, deep and overwhelming in all the best ways. Your hands clawed at his back pulling him flush against your chest as he buried himself to the hilt.

The groan he let out was enough to have you crying his name again right then and there.

When your body relaxed around him and he began to move it was with deep steady thrusts that made your chest tighten and your eyes flutter shut, making you open up to him in a way that felt like giving up your mind, body and soul.

You whispered his name like it was the only word you remembered, moaning into his mouth as his pace built, every thrust fueled by something much deeper than lust.

Love.

Regret.

Devotion.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping him against you as he let out a ragged sound, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he moved faster, harder, but somehow still gentle.

“Say it again” he gasped on the tail end of a moan. “Tell me you love me sweetheart”

“I love you” you whispered, tears pricking your eyes as you brought his face up to meet those captivating blues of his you had dreamed of for years. “I love you IV”

His rhythm faltered at your words, hips stuttering as he pressed his forehead to yours, mouth parted with labored breaths.

“Im yours,” he choked out “always.”

You came again, with him this time, his name a prayer from your lips, your body convulsed underneath him, as he came deep inside you, moaning out your name like it was a vow of his love.

request:@thegreenribbon

[hellfirenacht]

Wing Man Part 8

Fic Summary: Steve 'the Hair' Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you'll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

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Chapter Summary: Eddie explains himself, and you two make plans to hang out on purpose.

5.7k Words

a/n: Sorry I haven't been updating! I swear, I'm almost always thinking about this fic but I've been trying to figure out where to go with it. I'm started to see how I want to shape the story (over 40k words in, go figure). Thank you all so much for your patience!

Also, I've had a lot of people ask me about Paige and have shown interest in what happened between her and Eddie. She is actually from Eddie's prequel novel, Flight of Icarus! I'll still explain bits and pieces during the story, but I highly recommend reading the novel for the full context. I am trying to write this in a way you don't need to read FoI, but it does give extra context to the story.

Anyway, we continue.

Aside from the mixtape playing in the van, it was surprisingly quiet between you and Eddie. Despite his eagerness to show up and take you out, now that you were sitting in his passenger side seat again, he had no idea what to do next. The sound of Iron Maiden was rumbling through the van, crackling through the old speakers. 

It wasn’t often that Eddie was at a loss for words or couldn’t come up with something to say. After embracing his role in the Hawkins High ecosystem as the resident loudmouth freak he could always come up with something to say to break the ice or cause a ruckus. 

But, being loud wasn’t exactly a substitution for actual charisma. He could hold the attention of his Hellfire Club during the game, and keep them safe enough from most bullies even. But intimidation was different than... whatever the hell he was supposed to be doing here. Flirting? That seemed right. He knew he should be trying to flatter you or compliment you or do something to show that he had an interest in you. 

“So,” you were the one to break the silence between the two of you. “What have you been up to for the past two weeks?”

Eddie know what you actually meant was “What the fuck, man?” which was a really fair question. 

“I should have called you sooner.” It was best to go ahead and rip the bandaid off now and get this conversation out of the way. “I’m sorry, I wanted to but I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” you asked, leaning against the passenger side door as you looked at him. Despite your eagerness to get out of Family Video with him, he could see that you weren’t going to just let him not explain why he hadn’t talked to you. Not that he was going to leave you hanging like that anyway. 

“My phone blew up.” Eddie said bluntly. 

“Your phone blew up? Like... actually exploded?” you asked, trying to see if he was fucking with you. 

“Remember that huge storm a few weeks ago? Turns out that old trailers don’t exactly have the best wiring sometimes so when lightning strikes it knocks out power for a few days and fries some important wires.” he explained. “So... yeah, we just got a new phone today and when I tried to call...”

“So, I didn’t answer my phone so you decided to track me down?” There was amusement in your voice which he took as a good sign. “Seems like you could have done that part earlier. I’m not hard to find.” 

“I’m not exactly interested in stalking.” Eddie snorted. “I’m already on enough people's shitlist in town.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” you laughed. “You know where I live, you could have shown up at my doorstep in the rain or used random phones around town to leave weird messages about how you can’t stop thinking about me or sent me letters with cryptic meanings.”

“Where do you come up with these things?” Eddie laughed, feeling the tension between the two of you start to dissipate. 

“I read a lot of bodice-ripper books.” you shrugged. “Trashy romance novels are a guilty pleasure sometimes.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a weirdo?” 

“Steve did about an hour ago when I suggested that Bozo the clown could be the shit out of Pennywise from It.” 

Eddie wasn’t sure what he expected you to say, but it wasn’t that. Every time you had shown up in his life, you had completely thrown him off. He was starting to suspect that no amount of “Munson Magic” was going to work on you. Not that he wanted to work his dad’s charm on you to begin with. 

What he really wanted to do at that moment was ask you about your little bet with Steve. No, wait, not a bet. A deal? Maybe he should have asked Dustin more questions, or at least waited until after Hellfire to talk to the kid- 

”So what’s the plan?” You broke through his thoughts once again. “You show up out of nowhere and have me get into your unmarked van to take me to a second location... is there a second location in mind?”

There wasn’t, Eddie really hadn’t thought that far ahead.He’d panicked after his talk with Wayne and had shown up to Family Video on the chance that you’d been there. He’d run straight out the door with every intention of finding you and let you know that he was stupid for not trying harder to call you before. 

”I figured we could just... drive.” He wished he could ignore the sudden parallel between you and Paige. He wished that he could just forget about what happened in ‘84. Fuck, him and Paige never even had an official date, only hooking up in his van for a few weeks before everything blew up. 

Wait, was this a date? Crap, that had been the plan right? Show up, ask you on a date and then... then he’d be on a date. What the FUCK was he actually doing? He was acting so fucking awkward now- everything had been easier before. Why did Dustin have to open his big mouth about this?

“Just driving sounds great.” you said, and Eddie once again tried to relax. Every girl he had been with had wanted something from him. Nicole Summers and Cass Finnigan just wanted bragging rights that they got with the freak, and Paige had wanted him to be a rock hero. What did you want from him?

“Have you eaten?” It wasn’t exactly late, but it wasn’t really early in the evening either. His uncle always asked him that whenever one of them got home, and it had taken Eddie an embarrassingly long time to realize that it was Wayne’s way of showing that he cared. 

“I could eat.” you replied, which at least gave this... whatever this was, some structure for the night. Eddie didn’t have a lot of cash on him, but he could probably scrape together enough to get you each a burger or something. 

When the Iron Maiden tape clicked off and spat itself out, you took it upon yourself to pull it out and look it over. “Got any other tapes in here? I need to judge your music taste.” 

That made Eddie laugh “You and every other person in this town. I have a few more tapes in here.” He tapped on the center console which you eagerly dug into, flipping through the different cassettes with eagerness. 

“Metal. Metal. Metal. Metal.” You said, going through each cassette one by one. “I’m starting to see a pattern here, Eddie.” 

“What gave it away?” He said deadpan. “Was it that I play guitar or the fact that we’ve only bonded over music so far?”

“And Chris Morrison.”

“And Chris Morrison.”

“It was your hair, actually. You look so much like Eddie Van Halen it’s actually uncanny.” You looked up from the tapes and he could feel your eyes studying his face. He was glad that it was dark out now, as he could feel warmth rising in his cheeks at the comparison. Was that a compliment? Were you into him looking like Van Halen? 

“Van Halen?” Eddie asked. “I figured I was more of a Kirk Hammett type.”

“The hair yes,” you agreed, still staring at his face as he continued to drive. “But your smile is definitely more Van Halen.”

When was the last time someone had ever looked at him with that much consideration before? Something in Eddie’s gut twisted as he glanced over at you for a split second to meet your eyes. Huh, that was weird. Had anyone made him nervous like this before? Yeah he’d been attracted to Paige but this was starting to feel different. 

He really needed a cigarette right about now. 

“I hope that’s a compliment.” Eddie managed to say as he fumbled for the packet of Camels in the cupholder by him. 

“Oh, it is. I promise.” you replied, digging out a lighter and helping him light the smoke in his mouth. The world's tiniest supernova...

Eddie hated that the closest thing he had to compare notes on when it came to a healthy romance was two months with Paige and a handful of movies that he barely watched. 

You went back to his tapes, and seemed to pick one out. You removed the tape that had been spat out, put it back in the appropriate case (which Eddie found himself appreciating), and he was surprised to hear the old riffs of Muddy Waters playing. 

“A palate cleanser.” you said, leaning back into the passenger side seat. 

Eddie felt his mind reeling from your choice of music. Muddy Waters had been how his mom introduced him to rock at a young age. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the well loved tape as he pulled into the drive in of the next fast food joint he’d seen. 

When he pulled up to the window to pay, a fresh ten was shoved in his face before he could even reach for his own wallet. It took a moment for him to realize that you were wanting to pay. 

“You got me out of work early, it’s the least I can do.” you said, not giving him the option to say no as cash was exchanged for a bag of questionable but cheap food. You held the bag in your lap as Eddie started making his way out of town. 

“So is this an ‘eating van’ or a ‘non-eating van’?” you asked, messing with the top of the bag. 

“I think I’d starve if I didn’t eat in here.” Eddie snorted. “Knock yourself out.”

You wasted no time digging into the fries and taking a few for yourself as Eddie went to the only place that he could afford to take you right now that might be date worthy. 

Luckily, Lover’s Lake was quiet and private on weeknights. If Eddie had taken two minutes to plan this better, he would have thought to maybe clear out the back of his van and set out a blanket and have a picnic. When it came to music and D&D he was great at planning out details, with dates? Not so much. 

This isn’t a date. He reminded himself for the hundredth time tonight. She’s just a girl that you ran over to spend time with the second it occurred to you that she might have an interest in you and she really willingly hopped in your van and your friends actually like her-

Shit. This had to be a date right? Neither of you had said the word but that’s what it was... right? 

Eddie was snapped out of his thoughts with the sweet smell of hot potatoes and grease was wafting under his nose. You had shoved a few fries in front of his face and Eddie wasted no time in taking them. You continued to absently feed him fries as he found a spot to park.

The two of you divided up the food on his dashboard, and Eddie rolled down the windows to let the cool autumn air in. 

“So... what are you gonna be for Halloween?” Eddie asked, wincing internally. When was the last time anyone he knew had dressed up for Hallowen? Okay, so Hellfire Club did tend to dress up on Halloween for a special one shot but that was different- no one came to school in costumes anymore.

“It depends on my plans.” you answered. “Halloween is on a Thursday so I’m usually working. If I have a morning shift I’ll probably do zombie makeup for work, if Steve and Robin are working with me that day I think we’re gonna attempt to be Luke, Leia, and Hans.” 

“And are you gonna be Leia?” Eddie asked. 

“Ideally, I wanted to be Chewie but I don’t have the time for that.” you laughed. “Robin and I voted on Steve to Be Leia. Robin will be Luke, and I’ll be Hans Solo with a teddy bear.”

“Please tell me that Harrington isn’t going to be in the bikini.” Eddie laughed. 

“Keith said costumes had to be work appropriate so, sadly, Steve will not be gracing the store with his sweater-vest chest hair under a bra.” You sighed dramatically. “It’s like he hates the idea of us having fun!” 

“What if you have to close?” Eddie prompted, adjusting in his seat to lean against the door to face you as best he could. Next time he was absolutely clearing out the back to give you both more room. 

“Oh, I am not closing.” you said firmly. “And if Keith thinks he can schedule me that day he can suck it because I have plans.” 

You already have Halloween plans. Of course you would. It’s not like you had to worry about school on a weekday like he did. Eddie tried not to deflate in front of you and remained calm. 

“And what plans would that be?” he asked. 

“Have you ever seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show?” you asked, a smile tugging at your lips. 

He had, once, with Reefer Rick a few months ago when picking up his usual supply. A quick pick up had turned into a game of pool, which had turned into the two of them high on Rick’s couch watching an old VHS tape while Rick laughed his ass off and yelled at the tv before passing out in the middle of Tim Curry seducing Brad and Janet. 

“Once.” Eddie said, not giving the exact details of circumstance. “With a friend, I didn’t really get it.” 

“Did you see it in theaters or did you just watch it at home?” you asked, finishing off your food. 

“Friend’s house.” 

“Oh, no wonder you didn’t get it. Rocky Horror is an experience, you can’t just pop the tape in and watch it. You have to come see it in a theater.” As you spoke you were absently folding a napkin in your lap turning it into what looked like a heart. When you were done with that one, you started with another shape with a different napkin. 

“Is that an invitation?” Eddie asked, tearing his eyes away from the way your fingers moved for now. He found his heart pounding in his chest, unsure if you were actually wanting him to come to this, and from the knot forming in his stomach as the shapes you were folding reminded him of the times he met you before. 

“It is.” you confirmed, the ninja star you had shaped with the napkin was placed on the center console as you grabbed another napkin. “...It could also be a date.” 

Despite the period at the end of the sentence, Eddie heard the slight waiver in your voice on the word date. It was that same nervous stammer that had been in Paige’s voice when she offered to let him move in with her in California, it was the same hesitant inflection that one of his Hellfire players used when they weren’t sure if Eddie would approve of what crazy plan they had for their character. 

Aside from that first awkward meeting at the Palace Arcade, you had been pretty confident and upfront with him. Now here you are, laying out your intentions and seeing what he would do. 

What would he do? Eddie had shown up at Family Video with no real plan. He only knew he wanted to see you again, and he knew that Dustin and Steve were trying to set you two up. And it’s not like Eddie was completely against the idea of going on a date with you. You were sharp, and you kept him on his toes, and when you smiled at him it felt like his brain might short out. 

But he had also panicked when he had thought that you were going to kiss him before. After Eddie’s disastrous break up with Paige two years ago, it’s not like he’d been completely against any physical relationships. There had been a grand total of two other hook ups that he’d sabotaged. People weren’t interested in getting to know the freak, they just wanted to say that they had been with him. So both times, Eddie had made sure that he’d been a lousy date and a decent enough lay before deciding that he’d rather had a date with his right hand and a Heavy Metal magazine.

Eddie would rather the rumor mill call him a boring date rather than set a standard that he’d go out with anyone who asked. He wondered if he had, would Steve have put his name on the town marquis for the world to see? Would Eddie ‘the Slut’ Munson be treated any differently than Eddie ‘the Freak’?

Shit, you were still waiting for a response. 

“A date.” Eddie finally managed to echo your last words back at you. The napkin you had been messing with in your hands was now taking the shape of a ninja star. 

“I mean, if you’re interested.” you said quickly. “It could just be a friend thing. Or you probably already have plans for Halloween-”

“I don’t.” Eddie interjected. “It could be a date.”

He watched your shoulders relax and you smiled up at him. “It’s a date then.” You grabbed a napkin and your green marker out of your bag and scribbled something down, handing it over to him. 

“In case your phone blows up again, here is the date and time and location for the Halloween showing of the movie.” your eyes narrowed slightly at him. “And my work schedule has been hectic but I consistently work on Sunday’s and clock out at four.”

Eddie got the message loud and clear, he would know where to find you now. There wouldn’t be any excuses for not reaching out, but two could play at this game. He took the marker from your hand and grabbed his own napkin, scribbling his own phone number down and handing it over to you. 

“I’m at school all week, but I still play at the Hideout on Tuesdays.” He answered back. “Friday is Hellfire.”

With that, the playing field felt a little more level. Both of you now had the power to track the other one down or call when needed.   

“So what are you going to be for Halloween?” you asked, tucking the napkin with his number into your bog. 

“Oh, haven’t you heard? When you’re the town freak every day is Halloween.” Eddie chuckled. 

“So what, you’re gonna put on a polo and khakis instead?” He liked the way you scrunch your nose when you laughed. “Ditch the jewelry and cover your tattoos?” 

“That would probably scare some of the teachers at school.” Eddie had considered doing exactly that, but he really didn’t think he’d want that kind of attention. “No one dresses up at school anymore.”

“Boring.” You sighed. “I tried dressing up for Halloween my senior year but when I got to school my friends convinced me to change clothes.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem like the type to let other people tell you what to do.” 

“Now I’m not.” you shrugged. “I’m not in high school anymore, and all those people that I saw everyday? Turns out I was only friends with them because I saw them every day. Once you get away from that forced routine you realize that it’s all bullshit.”

Eddie could relate, probably better than anyone else. He was so sick of the day to day hierarchy of highschool that he’d scream it from on top of a table. Literally. 

“What were you trying to be before your friends killed your fun?” Eddie asked. 

“A pirate. It was last minute but I had a bandana, an eyepatch, a sock puppet with feathers glued to it for my parrot, and a wire hanger I was carrying around as a hook.” you laughed at the memory. “I ended up dropping the eyepatch before my friends made me change because I kept running into people. My wire hanger was confiscated, some asshat stole my parrot, and one of my friends gave me a sweater to change into. I didn’t even make it to first period in that outfit.”

Eddie had made it a point to not pay attention to anyone outside of his small group at school, only ever keeping an eye out for lost sheep that didn’t have anywhere else to go. He wondered, if he had seen you that morning in the brief window before you were pushed back into conformity would he have noticed you? Talked to you? You had already been nice to him before. 

“Wait,” Eddie over at you, taking in the picture you had painted for him. “You made a sock puppet parrot?”

“I needed a parrot, or else no one would get it!” you explained. “But then when I took it off and left it to go use the bathroom it was gone. I finally found the thief in fourth period because they kept playing with it and squawking my own parrot at me. But by that point I had just cut my losses and had given up on Halloween.”

“Are you usually this crafty?” Eddie asked, once again looking at the final napkin you were folding into what looked like an old cootie catcher. 

“I get bored easily.” you said. “If I don’t have something to do with my hands I can’t focus.”

“How’d you start with the whole-” Eddie grabbed one of his slightly used napkins and gave it a wave. “Folding thing?”

“Fourth grade show and tell.” you said. “I did not prepare anything and so I spent a full ten minutes in the school library to find something to show. I found a book on origami, found the easiest thing to make and realized that I actually enjoyed it.”

If that was a mystery, it sure did get solved right there. Eddie wanted to ask about Steve and Dustin. He wanted to ask you why him? He could keep his mouth shut, let this whole thing play out and see what happened. Eddie could sit here, and enjoy the fact that a girl was giving him the time of day and leave everything up in the air just like he had with Paige. 

“So I heard you and Steve had a deal going on.” Eddie said. “Something about getting dates?”

You froze for a second, the completed cootie catcher in your hands. Things were dead silent for a grand total of ten seconds. Ten agonizingly long seconds. Even the cassette player had clicked off and was now whirring as it rewind the Iron Maiden tape. 

Then you started laughing. A lot. 

“Jesus, Eddie!” you said, wiping your eyes with the ninja star as a tear threatened to spill down your cheek. “I tell you I have origami as a hobby, and you follow up with ‘So I heard you and Steve are trying to get dates.’ Seriously?”

Eddie remained silent at your reaction, trying to process your laughter. You didn’t seem scared or nervous that he had called you out, and he had to admit that he hadn’t completely thought through the consequences of asking you that question. 

“Who blabbed?” You asked, after your laughter had calmed down. 

“Henderson.” Eddie admitted and, in an attempt to ease any lingering tension he leaned forward to rest his elbow on the center console and held his chin in his hand as he looked at you. “That shrimp informed me that you found me so irresistible that you begged Steve to set you up with me.”

“Is that right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Told me all about how ever since Chris Morrison shot you down, you’ve been desperate to get my attention to get back at him.”

“So which is it, am I attracted to you or am I using you to get back at a guy I talked to once in high school years ago?” you asked. Eddie saw a glint in your eyes, the same one he’d seen that first night at the arcade when at the air hockey table. 

“Both are true.” Eddie continued to explain, a shit eating grin on his face. “You see, you were originally going to use me to get back at Chris, but then you saw me play guitar and instantly fell in love.”

“Damn, this sounds like the plot of a terrible movie.” you laughed. “So is this the part where I tell you that ‘It started out like that, but I swear it’s not like that anymore!’? Do I beg on my knees that my feelings for you are genuine, even though we’ve hung out a grand total of two-and-a-half times?”

Five times, but who’s counting? 

“What’s the half-time?” Eddie asked. 

“You ditched me at the arcade after I said I’d be right back.” you stated matter-of-factly. “I’m hoping it’s not a pattern where you start dropping off the face of the earth just when things start getting good.”

“Between you and me,” Eddie leaned in closer. “I thought Dustin was trying to set me up with Steve. Not you.” 

Cue more laughter from you as you threw your head back. “Are you kidding me?! Dustin makes me and Steve show up to an arcade and tries to force a meeting with you- and you thought you were supposed to be dating Steve?!” 

“Not dating!” Eddie clarified quickly. “You see, Steve and I only have one thing in common and that’s Dustin Henderson. Kid practically worships Steve. I thought he was trying to get us to be friends or something.”

“Oh my god, you thought Dustin was trying to hook his two dads up!” Your cootie catcher was now crumpled up in your hands, stained with tears from your laughing. “I’m a homewrecker!” 

Yeah, this really wasn’t going the way Eddie had expected it. 

“Shit, Eddie, I’m sorry.” you said, your laughter calming down into giggles instead. “Have I been reading this whole thing wrong? I mean, if you have more of an interest in Steve I could probably set that up. He’s only ever shown interest in girls but you have long hair and are pretty enough-”

“No.” Eddie said. “I don’t have an interest in Steve- you think I’m pretty?” How were you able to throw him off so easily? He could tell that if you had been able to join Hellfire you would have been a menace at his table.

“Extremely.” you said, your voice more sincere now. 

The two of you just stared at each other for a while and Eddie felt that same twisty feeling in his gut again. You thought he was pretty. That was good, right? Did you like pretty boys? You were pretty- he liked that a lot. 

“I...” Eddie started and then dug deep inside himself to find the words he wanted to use. “Prettier than Steve?” Those were not the words he wanted to say, but he said them anyway. 

“Steve is conventionally attractive but, as I said before, not my type.” you said. “I like guys with long hair anyway.”

Eddie really couldn’t tell if he was nailing this or blowing it. “So, what is your type?” 

“I’ll tell you mind if you tell me yours.” you countered. 

Had Eddie ever really thought about what his type was? Yeah, he’d had ill-advised crushes and had been attracted to various women in comics and tv but did he have a type? He tried to connect all the girls in his mind that he’d been with, trying to find a pattern. 

Someone who actually pays attention to me. That’s pretty sad, Eddie. He came to the conclusion. Yeah, aside from his disastrous kiss with Ronnie five years ago, every girl he’d been with had been the one to show interest first, and you were no exception. But had he actually had feelings for the others? Not really. Attraction? Yeah. Feelings? Well, with Paige he had been far too busy dealing with Corroded Coffin, his dad, and school to really decide what he felt for Paige. Any other small flings had been dead on arrival.

So why did he keep wanting to spend time with you?

“Don’t go spreading this around,” Eddie started. “But if I had to pick a type, it’d be She-Hulk.” 

“She-Hulk?” you mulled that over in your mind. “So tall, green, and angry?” 

“Strong-willed, and funny as shit.” Eddie corrected. 

“And green.”

“And green.” 

“If I had known that earlier I would have picked Kermit the Frog as my Halloween costume this year.” you teased. “I don’t have a character off the top of my head, but I like people who feel.. Real.”

Real. The word that Paige and him had used over and over in those two months. 

“What’s real to you?” 

“Not high school.” you said. “Someone who’s not afraid to exist and be themselves. I’m most attracted to anyone who can let go of their desperate ego and just have fun. High school was boring because everyone was so wrapped up in their own bs of looking cool that they didn’t do anything that they actually wanted to do. Shit, even I fell into that.”

Eddie didn’t want to ask if he was real to you. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for an answer. There were lots of times he wished that he wasn’t still in school, but this time really hit harder. He was starting to really like you, and yeah part of him was terrified of that. 

The two of you finished off the last of your food and Eddie shoved all the leftover trash into the brown bag and tossed it in the back so you wouldn’t be stepping on it. 

“I don’t know much about real anymore, but I think you’re pretty badass.” Eddie finally said. “I mean, you brought a wire hanger and a fake parrot to school for a costume. That’s pretty brave, even if your friends did talk you out of it.”

“I’m more mad that the parrot was stolen and used to annoy me than the lack of costume.” you said with a small laugh. “They weren’t even funny. They just kept repeating what I said. It was easier to just shut up at that point.” 

“Didn’t think to make them say anything embarrassing?” 

“Oh, I tried. But, jocks don’t know the art of a good ‘Duck Season, Rabbit Season’ gag. Anything embarrassing I said they’d just turn it around. I’d say ‘I pissed myself in gym.’ they’d reply with ‘you pissed yourself in gym’. No love for comedy.” You took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “If you’re going to be a bully, at least give me a good story to tell later, you know?”

“I once got slammed against a locker by a jock who called me ‘a myriad freak.” Eddie said. “To this day, I still don’t know what he was trying to mean by that.”

“See? At least that’s funny.” you said, and then. “Holy shit, we’ve gotten off topic.” 

“There was a topic?” Eddie leaned back on the seat again. 

“Yes, an important one that I was very interested in before we started talking about bullies and high school and She-Hulk.” you nodded. 

Talking to you was so easy that he hadn’t realized how many topics the two of you had blown through in a short amount of time. He looked at his watch real quick and realized it was creeping towards 11 pm now. Had the two of you really been talking that long?

“What topic was it?” 

“You flirting with me.” you said, your lips pulling back in a cheshire grin. “I’m pretty sure you were at least, before I became a homewrecker between you and Steve. Normally I’d hate to break up a happy family, but I might have to make an exception this one time.”

“Was I flirting?” Eddie tilted his head with his own grin. “I’m pretty sure I was just telling you that I thought Dustin was trying to make me be friends with Steve. If I had known that the shrimp was trying to introduce me to a cute girl-” He would have shot it down and canceled Side Quest Day- “I wouldn’t have left the way I did.”

“You think I’m cute?” 

“Extremely.” 

You nodded. “Alright, then it’s a good thing that we’re going on a date. I’m glad to know that I’m not coming between you and Steve.”

It was just past midnight when Eddie dropped you off at your apartment that night. This time when you leaned over the center console towards him, he didn’t freeze up or panic. Eddie let you hug him and he hugged you back, his cheeks growing hot momentarily when he felt your lips press against his cheek and he was able to breathe in your scent. 

“See you later, Eddie. Oh, and for the movie- I highly recommend dressing up.” you looked him up and down. “Actually, just wear what you’d normally wear. I think you’ll fit right in.” 

Eddie made a mental note to ask Rick later on what he was supposed to wear for this. 

“I’ll call you.” he said. “I promise. I mean it this time.”

“Not if I call you first, I have your number now. And worst case scenario, I know where you play.” you responded. “See you Tuesday, Eddie.” 

And with that you were gone again, leaving Eddie alone in the van feeling much better than the last time he had given you a ride. There were still questions he had. He still wanted to know why exactly everyone was wanting the two of them to meet again, and why you always so readily agreed to meet up with him. But those were questions for another day. 

“You had a missed call.” Wayne said as Eddie made his way into the trailer. “Didn’t leave a name or number. Said she’d call you back.”  

Eddie laughed and shook his head, guess you meant it when you said you’d call first. 

“Don’t stay up too late watching tv.” Eddie said before heading towards his bedroom. He once again found himself falling asleep with his copy of The Hobbit, the origami flower tucked safely in the back. 

Next Chapter

Ending note: This fic takes place during October 1985. Stephen King’s It did not come out until September 1986. I would like to ask you all politely to suspend your disbelief for the historical inaccuracy of a piece of dialogue that probably didn’t add much to the plot. If this horrible inaccuracy bothers you, please repeat to yourself “it’s just a fic, I should really just relax” which is what most of us should be doing anyway.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

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[jacksdinonuggets]

Give In

Summary: Charlie wants to have a little day with Vaggie but her partner is being a bit stubborn. Luckily, after a few back rubs and babying, she slips and lets Charlie take care of her.

Vaggie had woken up that day feeling fuzzy and unmotivated. She had a lot of things to do that day, so even if she was feeling little, she had to repress that feeling. Work couldn’t wait for her to babble on the ground and have tummy time. It couldn’t just stop and let her cuddle with her Mama/Mommy. She tried to get out of bed to start the day, but someone grabbed her hand.

��Baabbeee, come back to beddddd,” Charlie whined, trying to pull Vaggie back. She forgot how clingy she was in the morning.

“Sorry, sweetie, I need to get breakfast ready,” Vaggie pried her hand off of her and tried to get out of bed.

“Can’t we have a day off? We could go on a date, or just cuddle, Ooh! We could have a little day~” Charlie proposed, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Vaggie looks down, “I- uh, I’d love to but we have a lot of things to do today,”

Even though she did want to be little, she knew she couldn’t procrastinate. 

“Oh come on~ I love taking care of my wittle ity bity baby~” She baby-talked Vaggie. No matter how much the babying made her want to slip, she refused.

“Nope, no, no, no, I need to be big today,” Vaggie said, getting up from the bed and going over to the dresser. Charlie got out of bed and put her hands around her waist and pulled her close, hugging her.

“Then maybe a date?” 

Vaggie sighed, “No, sorry, sweetie,” She pushed Charlie lightly away from her and pulled her top over her head and onto her body. Charlie whined at the loss of contact.

“Come on, you need to get ready too,” Vaggie stood on her tiptoes and gave a peck on her chin. 

As Charlie got ready, she couldn’t stop feeling like Vaggie was repressing her little feelings. It wasn’t good for her, even if she had a bunch of stuff to do or errands to run. Things could be postponed, mental health couldn’t. So she had a plan to help Vaggie get into her little headspace.

As she was setting the table for breakfast, she gave Vaggie a zoopals plate instead of the normal paper plate. When Vaggie sat down and saw her plate, she first smiled, but it quickly turned to a nervous look.

When she was eating, a piece of egg fell onto her shirt, but Charlie was quick to clean it up off of her.

“Maybe we should get you a bib, sweetheart,” She said, wiping her shirt down. She licked a napkin and cleaned up Vaggie’s face, an action that always made Vaggie feel small. However, she just refused to slip! She just sat there awkwardly and didn’t even comment on the bib thing.

When they finished eating, vaggie tried to do the dishes, but Charlie swiftly took them and left no room for discussion. So Vaggie decided to help out by cleaning the lobby. It was a bit of a mess, some debris still around from the last time their wall blew up. She swept it away and vacuumed.

She found a pair of toy keys in the couch cushions. She fought the urge to immediately put it in her mouth and start chewing on it, or shake them to make a funny rattle-like noise. It would be nasty if she were to put them in her mouth. Afterall, the couch cushions were disgusting. She had already found multiple pieces of popcorn, gum, and stains on it. She just shoved them into her pocket for later.

When she was done, she tried to brainstorm some more classes they could do later that week. An idea that seemed pretty cool to try out would be music therapy. She wrote it down on her brainstorming page. So far, that was the only thing there. It had been 15 minutes. She groaned into a pillow. Why was this so hard? Her brain just didn’t feel like working.

“Hey, you doing okay, sweetheart?” Charlie walked over to the couch and kissed the back of her head.

“Yeah, my brain is just…not wanting to work right now,” Vaggie mumbles. Charlie strokes her hair and gives her a bit of a scalp massage. It really calms her down and she can feel herself falling asleep to it.

“How about you take a break? You’ve been repressing a lot and need to regress,” she says.

“Mmm, but what about the hotel?”

“Alastor can take care of it. That’s why he’s here after all!” Charlie jumped over the back of the couch and lands next to Vaggie. She pats her knee and kisses her face. Lots of non-sexual physical touch helped her become small. She remembers one time when they were cuddling in bed, Vaggie had accidentally regressed due to Charlie giving her scalp massages, lots of kisses, and rubbing her shoulder or tummy.

Charlie continued to show her affection and before long, Vaggie was leaning into the touch. She snuggled up against her, showing that she was small.

“Aww, you finally gave in?” Charlie pecked her cheek.

“Mhm, being big is hawd,” Vaggie lisped, snuggling closer to Charlie. The princess smiled and stroked her hair. 

“I bet it is, baby girl,” she responded. 

They cuddled for a few minutes in silence. It was relaxing for both of them and they were about to fall asleep, until Charlie lifted Vaggie into the air.

“I almost forgot! We need to get you changed into your diapie. Can’t have any accidents, now can we?” Charlie booped her noses, carrying her to their nursery. She places her onto the changing table and vaggie babbles and blows a raspberry. 

“Aww, aren’t you the cutest wittle baby~” she tickles Vaggies tummy, making her erupt into giggles.

Charlie slid off her underwear and skirt but noticed something in the pocket. She pulled it out and it was Vaggie’s teething keys! She quickly washed them into the sink and gave them to Vaggie. Then, she grabbed one of her diapers. It was a normal white one but it had pink text that said “Baby” on the tape landing area. After she got it all taped up, she gave it a little pat.

“All done!” she announced, picking Vaggie up and setting her down on the floor. Vaggie hobbled two feet (about half of a meter) before falling onto her knees.

“Oop, someone’s feeling pretty small, huh?” Charlie grabbed her from the ground and scooped her into her arms. She gave her a peck on her forehead before laying her down in the bed. She summoned her pacifier and clipped it onto her shirt

Vaggie babbled happily when the paci was placed inside of her mouth. It was adorable to see Vaggie be her happy baby self. It had been a while since the last time she was able to regress this young. Sometimes, she’d regress to toddler years for an hour or two but she had a feeling her baby would be this small for at least 3 or more hours. The girl always worked herself to the bone, she deserved a break.

“Does my little one wanna watch cartoons, cuddle, play or go for a walk?” she asked. They had a sized up stroller that she could push her around in so they could still go on strolls to the park when Vaggie didn’t feel like walking.

“Cubble,” Vaggie babbled quietly. With her paci, a lot of letters turned to b’s when she was talking but Charlie knew what she meant.

“Alright baby, we can cuddle,” Charlie hopped into bed and pulled her close. She handed Vaggie her stuffed bear so she could have double the comfort. She looked up at her and smiled.

“You’re such a cutie!” Charlie squeezed her tight. It was impossible not to die from adorableness when little vaggie was around.

They cuddled for a while, enjoying each other’s company. Every once in a while, Charlie would give her back rubs, nappy rubs (sfw of course), or scalp massages. They spent the rest of the day relaxing and having little time.

[trans-wojak]

Cool so if misandrist anon gets to be a hateful bitch to all men do i get my get out of jail free misogynist card? I've been sexually harrassed as a 10 year old by both, but men were forced to apologize to me by other men and women, while if i was harassed by women, they thought they did absolutely nothing wrong even though i felt way more violated. I was only ever groped by women in my whole entire life. It heavily affected how my sexual orientation manifests (my attraction to women can be uncomfortable because of fear of them breaching my boundaries and treating it as an innocent joke). Men are always friendly and speak kindly to me at work but women keep taking out their anger from home at me. My boss is completely ostracised by women at work because she (yes, my boss is a woman! And her boss is a woman too!) reminds them of company policies when they get ridiculous with their demands, like wanting to have double break time compared to other departments and do no extra work to make up for it. We have one other man in the department and they keep emotionally manipulating him into working second shift in the evenings week after week because they don't want to do it, despite it being literally part of their job to be on rotation for the second shift (he shouldn't be doing this because it breaks worker safety laws).

Radfems are so fucking stupid it's unreal

Literally, like I’m technically bisexual but I have a preference for men. But I also find it’s just too hard to date women, I always constantly got put down for the same behaviours THEY do (being open about attraction and talking openly about sex). One time when I lived in shared housing, it was predominantly with women and we had music videos playing. A chick appeared wearing short shorts and I said “hell yeah” - I immediately got attacked by the girls in the room, along with my ex girlfriend trying to tell me I don’t need to be a womaniser to “act like a cis man” to be a man. While those same women would sit around discussing in detail how much they love big cocks, eating ass and licking out pussy.

I’ve been groped by a woman before, and when I tried to tell people in the friend group they told me it was my own fault for not speaking up when it happened and she didn’t really mean it. But if a man did that, they would have called him a violent rapist. Like, I wasn’t even trying to get her to be “cancelled” I’m pretty sure some of it was a misunderstanding cause I went into freeze mode but when I told her about it, she blew me off and tried to say if I don’t speak up it’s my own fault.

Also, whenever I rejected sexual advances from ex girlfriends cause I wasn’t in the mood they would start accusing me of not thinking they’re pretty/hot and I’m like no I just don’t feel like it. I wasn’t given any gentle affection, it always was assumed I wanted sexual intercourse if I was affectionate when really I just wanted to cuddle.

I swear some women will use the fact they have kids to get out of doing their part at work. It’s one thing for people to be courteous and help out but to basically force others to take all the “bad” shifts is so frustrating. Especially when these days, both parents work. And women are allowed to be verbally aggressive and no one thinks is wrong, but if a guy does it everyone acts like it’s the same as physical violence. Whereas for me, I see it the same way. At the share house, one of the women and me got into an argument. She started yelling, screaming and throwing things. I told her let’s stop please, this is scaring me. She started laughing at me and got even MORE aggressive. Like I had to threaten to call the police to get her to stop.

I try very hard to be conscious, I’m on the spectrum and at times I don’t realise the volume of my voice. Especially when I feel strong emotions. When women have told me it’s making them uncomfortable, I ask why (cause I don’t realise my voice volume) and they accuse me of pretending to not know.

Being an autistic man is harder than an autistic woman. Autistic women are seen as cute, quirky and shown sympathy for mishaps in social interactions. People assume the best intentions from them. But autistic men are seen as creepy and full of ill motives. My life was easier when I was a girl cause no one treated me with all these rigid boxes. Now I’m treated as a fucking creep automatically.

I see women as people and people can be crappy. They aren’t special. They shouldn’t be granted special treatment just for being a woman.

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2023 - Day 3

@gereng-week

Prompt: Proposal/Wedding || Flowers/Garden

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 970

Read on AO3

Proposal

“Have you ever considered getting married?”

The carnation buds he was about to plant fell from Ludwig's palms. “What?”

Arthur rolled his eyes, an amused huff escaping his lips. He scooped up the bud and planted it in the spot he had made for it. “Marriage. Ever thought about it?”

Ludwig’s heart hammered in his chest, its thrumming running through each nerve. “I…never really thought about it. Our existence…Nothing seems to last. Plus…It hasn’t even been a decade since same-sex marriage was legalized. Even if I was human and could get married, it still wasn’t possible for so long.”

“Plenty of nations get married.”

“For alliances, yes. But they never last. Politics are ever-changing. Today’s ally is tomorrow’s enemy.”

“That may be true. But even then, some of those marriages still live on. Erzsébet and Roderich got remarried. Roderich also is reconnecting with Toni. Czechia and Slovakia may not have remarried yet, but they’re dating. Francis and Allie have been discussing getting–”

“Okay fine. I meant legally we can’t get married for love. Things are too turbulent.”

Arthur scoffed, hands thrown into the air. “Who cares about what the law thinks? It’s just for…the symbolism you know? And we no longer have to be tools for our government.”

Ludwig planted the next carnation, its yellow petals smiling up at him. Ludwig wasn’t smiling. “But we’re still the representation of our people. They influence is and–”

“But we can still be our own people,” Arthur bursted, “Our people’s influence is no more than a thought drifting through our heads.”

“I never coloured you as an optimist Arthur.”

“I expected you of all people–” Arthur rose to his feet, rubbing his dirt-covered hands against his pants. “You know what? Forget I said anything. I’m done for the day.”

“Should I–”

“Do whatever you want. Keep planting, come inside, go home. I don’t care.”

“Arthur…”

But Arthur was already heading inside.

For the rest of the afternoon, Arthur was silent. Ludwig wanted to ask why exactly Arthur blew up over this, but he knew when Arthur gave the silent treatment, that meant he needed some time to cool off. That evening Arthur ate dinner in the study, claiming he was going to work on his writing. When they went to bed, Arthur faced away from Ludwig, wrapping the blanket tightly around himself. Ludwig’s hand twitched, desperate to reach for him. But he didn’t. They needed space. and Ludwig would give it to him.

— — —

Sleepless night or not, Ludwig awoke at the crack of dawn as usual. His mind never pausing on its replay of his argument with Arthur. Did Arthur want to get married? He never mentioned it before. Never seemed like the type to settle down either. Did he want to marry Ludwig specifically? What brought this on all of a sudden?

Or perhaps it was more of Ludwig bringing up the painful side of their existence. The burning question of where the nation ended and the human began. What that could possibly mean for them. He dug the edge of his palms into his temples. Why did he over-explain himself? To bring that up?

He needed a jog. Clear his head. Breakfast could wait just this once.

Arthur was up when Ludwig entered the bedroom. Ludwig froze, back stiffening. Arthur was rarely up this early unless…

“Do you want to get married?” Ludwig blurted out. “I-I don’t mean like a proposal I just…I want to understand what’s going on.”

“Maybe…I don’t know…” Arthur huffed, flopping back down on the pillow. “I never considered it before. Like you said, we couldn’t do so legally except for alliances that never lasted. But haven’t you realized? We’re immortals, we’re nations, but we’re also human. We have our own wants, we fall in love, we form friendships, we desire connection. And I guess…When I see the couples go by with matching rings, or when I pass a wedding magazine, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to just have a ceremony. A reception with friends and family.”

Arthur shook his head, covering his face with his arm. “It’s so sappy that even I cringe but–”

“I’m not ready,” Ludwig cut in, “We’ve only been together since the 70s and–”

“That’s not long for our kind,” Arthur finished. “I know. I didn't mean to imply that we’d do so now. It’s just that…with all this talk about possibly walking out of our government jobs, the idea we could actually move in together if we go down that path, a wedding seems more possible now than ever. I was just…mm…testing the water I guess. But we don’t have to. Just…And I’m going to sound cheesy here…I’m just happy to be with you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“What.”

Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed. “I said I’ll think about it. But I’m far from ready for it.”

There was a rustling, arms wrapping around Ludwig’s waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “There’s no rush. I’m sorry for pressuring you. Even though it wouldn’t be legally binding, it’s still a big step.”

Ludwig leaned back into the embrace. “Okay.”

“And you don’t really think we don’t have free will?”

“I…Well, considering I fell in love with you when I did. When we were still enemies. And it never faded.”

“I get it, they’re loud sometimes. But we still choose in the end right. Like we chose this?”

Ludwig nodded, turning back to peck Arthur’s temple. “Now that everything is settled, are you up for some breakfast?”

“Hmm. No.”

Arthur pulled Ludwig back onto the bed. Ludwig let him, twisting around to properly wrap his arms around him. “Fine. A few minutes of cuddling. To make up for last night.”

“Oh of course,” Arthur teased, burying his nose in Ludwig’s hair.

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

When I was 16, some Taurus punk kid I was flirting with at school waiting two weeks of talking and sending suggestive photos back and forth to tell me he had a girlfriend. “Here I’ll set you up with my Sagittarius friend instead” . That guy was hotter than the Taurus so I felt lucky honestly. Wrong, but we will get there.

The Sagittarius gave a date/time/location to hang out, and honestly I was nervous. I’ve never hung out with Punk kids before. All my friends were stoners, gang bangers, and drug dealers.

While I was walking to the park he wanted to meet at, I bird shit on the shirt I was wearing! That should of been a sign. People saying getting shit on by bird is a good sign but why would needing to change be a good sign? I was wearing an under-shirt so I just took the first one off and tied it around my pant leg like a bandanna.

I didn’t even make it to the park and he pulled up in the passenger seat of a car with two other people in it. Didn’t know this was going to be a group hangout where I’m the new face to everyone but what ever I’m already here, let’s see where this goes? The first thing they ask me when I get in the car is “do you have money for beer?” I replied no and that I didn’t really know what to expect when meeting up with [Sagittarius Name]” . I was decently quiet along the ride. I was nervous.

They took me to some shitty apartment place in Rancho, and when we got out of the car the Sagittarius took me aside and said something along the lines of “you are too quiet and it’s making my friends think you’re weird. If you don’t plan on drinking with us, you can go home” . I had no idea where I was and this was before Uber. I was a square though I wasn’t sober, I had been drinking liquor and on norcos before, so I told him that and that I just wasnt used to drinking beer was all.

I stayed and drank shitty Natty Ice with them all night and we watched that Sid And Nancy movie which how fucking cliché that’s the movie y’all put on 🤣. Me and that Sagittarius fucked in the their bathroom like twice and I blew him the next morning. He was so hot. Like honestly, thank you sir for letting me touch you. (I saw him on Facebook a few years ago he isn’t hot anymore ) .

They drove me home the next day and I had them drop me off down the street. I didn’t want them to know where I lived just in case. Well just in case was right! When I got back on Facebook the Taurus punk and all his friends besides the Sagittarius were on my Facebook and on my Facebook photos commenting how I “had so much fun last night” and easy I am. So easy to fk. How I wanted either one of them .

Why is it so ok for this guy to send me nudes while he has a girlfriend, but if I send nudes back and then fk a guy I thought was super hot , I’m the one that needs to get roasted? Your friend took me to a place I wouldn’t have been able to get home from and told me I had to drink, but I’m the loose slut for trying to make the best out of a weird situation . Cool. I love men. Their morals are never questionable. That guy was hot, and a good fuck, and he cuddled me and ran his finger tips down my back and arms for HOURS. Yeah I had fun, so did he. Why are people so shameful over sexual and sensual experiences? Were you just upset it wasn’t you fking me on some random guys bathroom sink because you already had a girlfriend? Be a bully, I’m sure it made you feel better about sending me nudes while you had a girlfriend.

Guilty men love to push it back onto who ever they fked around with. A man who wonders, untied his own leash. Face your own decisions b. I’ll open the gate but if you cum on my grass that’s all you. Your side of the fence is not my business or concern.

[epicrainbowsheep]

It's all in the hip position

Not really following the Stranger Things timeline, been a very long time since I’ve written fanfic, especially smut, the inspiration for this comes from years of reading fan fiction with the guys always having massive cocks, we need a variety people and I'm here to deliver! This is modelled after my partner, so I know what I'm writing about from experience but that is hard to put into words.

Warning this is smut

Enjoy average-sized dick Billy

Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

The bell rang for lunch as the cafeteria of Hawkins High filled with teenagers, different conversations were happening all at once, about what they got up to over the weekend and whose party were you at; but one in particular managed to prick the ears of Billy Hargrove the most, coming from the table of girls behind him.

“Oh come on the guy had a massive dick right?!” Leah responded slamming her hands on the table in front of you, “Well yeah but he didn’t even know how to use it! Like seriously the sex was so awkward and really bumpy” rolling your eyes as you ate your lunch. “Really? Guys with massive dicks are normally meant to be amazing at sex, like bigger stretch and hits the G-spot easier” Bianca said adding to Leah’s comment, “I don’t know maybe but I can say Mathew has every right to say he’s got a big dick but I’m doubting bigger is always better” you sighed.

A hearty male laugh came from behind you, the tone already indicating who it was. “Having fun laughing at me Billy” you said turning around with a very not amused face. “Sorry couldn’t hold it in (Y/N), I could have saved you the bad lay last Saturday, thought you guys were just sucking face at Tommy’s party” Billy wiped tears from the corners of his eyes “But definitely did make my day better”.

His words made you more confused, your other friends pretending to talk as you turned your full attention to him “What do you mean you could have ‘saved me’?” wanting to know what he’d say you leaned in closer, as he did the same he said in a low voice “Last girl I slept with said that I was the best sex she’s ever had, that was Mathew’s ex, said he was a lousy lay” he winked and sat back up, making you feel the red in your face.

“Seriously? She always used to boast about how good he was!” You were baffled, he chuckled “Of course doll, they were dating then” he moved over to sit next to you stealing some of your food as his leg touched yours, “Wait Betty said that! You’ve gotta be lying” Leah enquired to Billy, who helped himself you your food again. 

“Swear on my reputation sweetheart” he leaned in making sure to look her directly in the eyes “And I can say if you keep after that Munson fella* you won’t be disappointed”, she looked shocked “How did you-“ Bianca’s laugh cuts her off, as you continued “Anyone can tell from a mile away Lee trust me” smiling at her she turned red, looking away from everyone at the table, the bell began to ring as you all got up and went your own ways. 

“From what I hear you’re pretty average in size, what makes you better anyways?” you teased as your friends walked in the opposite direction, your words made him smirk as you both walked towards the door he stops, leaning in to whisper in your ear “It isn’t the size darling, it’s all in the hip positions, more than happy to show you” He blew cool air down your neck, making you shiver and breathless, not knowing what to respond with, Billy just laughed again and walked away.

‘Bloody hell he’s smooth’ you thought, as you finally managed to walk away.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

School flies by and it’s the weekend in no time, you’ve been having trouble all week trying to get Billy and his words out of your head. “He can’t be as good as he’s saying right?” you say to no one as you get ready for a party at Tina’s. The blasting of a horn from outside snaps you back into reality, managing to fix up the last of your make-up, making sure to lock the house on the way. Steve’s waved from the car and opened the door from the inside, you slid in and closed the door. “So ready to graduate,” Steve said as he began to drive, “Couldn’t agree more dude! Hawkins is a shit hole” you responded “Robin meeting us there?” “Yeah said she had her own ride or something”.

Rest of the ride was filled with the radio and talk with Steve until you arrived, “You need a lift back or fending for yourself, cause I’m bailing if I see Nancy making out with Johnathan” he said as you both entered the house “Fair dude and I should be right, there is always someone to catch a ride with, make sure to forget about her dude she’s 100% moved on” you gave him a sad smile “Want a drink?” you said while walking towards the kitchen, “Nah I’ll try and find Robin first, catch up with you after though” “Okay sounds good!” giving the thumbs up you walked away.

The next few hours became a blur of shots and beer bong, definitely feeling the buzz now, hearing the cheers from outside, around the keg stand people were cheering and shouting as Billy managed to beat his own time, his eyes managed to catch yours, smirking he stalked towards you and leaned on the wall next to you. 

“Managed to catch all that doll?” leaning in even closer to your face, “Definitely impressive buuutt” you leaned into his ear, the alcohol giving you a confidence boost, “I think you have something else your wayyyy better at that you need to ‘show’ me still” adding the air quotes with your smirk, Billy even cockier now than before, grabbed your waist and pulled you to his chest and smashed his lips to yours. His lips felt slightly chapped and warm, with his intense cologne flying up your nostrils.

“How ‘bout we get out of here doll” he growled and pulled you by the hand, leading you out of the house. “Let’s head to my place, my parents aren’t home” you said as you both shut the doors of his Camaro.

“Just show me the way babe” he said as he sped off down the road.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

 You both stumbled into your room, hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. His hands grab your waist and throw you onto the bed, the suddenness leaves you stunned for a second before he’s crawling towards you with the look of lust in his eyes. “Baby I’ve had my eye on you for a while” one of his arms supports his weight near your head, while his other hand trails up your thigh, going underneath your shirt to grab your clothed breast. He kisses you as you moan at his actions.

He kisses down your neck, grabs the bottom of your shirt and you help him pull it over your head, before resuming the kissing, it turns intense as he slots his clothed crotch against you. Teeth and tongue get smashed into each other as you both sloppily make out, your hands let go of his white shirt and scratch down his back as he moved against you, both in a sea of bliss as each last item of clothing is removed.

You both pull away looking at each other, your body glowed under the moonlight coming from the window, Billy couldn’t stop staring at how the curves of your body complemented each other as he slid his hands from your thighs, squeezing the thickness along the way to your stomach, his mouth kissed all the way up, starting from just under your belly button, all the way up between the valley of your breasts.

His right hand makes its way between your folds, your wetness making sounds as he slides his fingers against you, slightly touching your clit “Fuck babe your nice and wet” you moan out for him as his fingers slide into you, slowly pumping in and out. Your hands grab his jaw and bring his lips to yours, his fingers start to pick up the pace as he hears your moans pick up, “Billy I’m so close! Please don’t stop!” his hands

His head hovers above you, he hazily looks into your eyes, realising your eyes were stuck in one position. “Babe what are you-“ his eyes  move down to what your staring at, he huffs. “(Y/N) get out what your thinking now before we get any further” “Is it average?” the look on her face is completely genuine.

Silence follows before Billy laughs hard, “Fuck (Y/N) seriously I’ve got tears in my eyes” he kneels up resting against his legs he grabs his cock, sliding a condom along his length, spreading his knees wide, leaning back his other hand sliding against his thigh, your ogling at him, your eyes follow the shadows against his body that the moonlight creates, to his smug look, then to his hard, throbbing cock.

“Baby you’re looking at the most average cock, size is 5.6 inches if you must know” He slowly starts crawling up towards to again, caging you in, lowers his mouth to your ear and huskily says “Will be the thing that makes you cum the hardest” he slides his cock into you, your walls stretching around his cock.

Both of you moan when he is fully inside you, he looks into your eyes silently asking if you’re ready, you nod and he starts slowly thrusting into you. He slowly picks up the pace, grabbing your legs and putting them over your shoulders and angles his hips down, reaching places you’ve never felt were possible. 

“Fuck Billyyy!” you moaned out, your head tilting backwards as he pounds into you. “Baby your pussy is squeezing me so tightly” he groans in response to your consistent moans, you’ve never heard a man so vocal in bed, he keeps chanting out your name.

“Doll you’re such a good girl taking my dick so well” he straightens his back and manhandles your legs so your feet are up by his head, the new angle allowing him to roll his hips in a new way that made you cum instantly “BILLY! You’re fucking me so good” you feel drool sliding out your mouth as you feel another orgasm coming on.

His hips piston into you as he chases after his own release, “Baby I feel another one in you, I’m so close” he groans out as he slams his hips deep into you for the final time as you scream out his name in pure bliss. 

He rests your legs down on the bed and flops beside you, he’s a sight to behold, chest gleaming from the sweat, the light bouncing off his body, used condom still on his half-hardened dick, you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. He smirks at you, pulling you into his chest by your waist, “You checking me out (Y/N)?” looking up into his eyes, they sparkle with mischief.

“So what of it?” you say back as you snuggle into his warm body, he chuckles to himself. You both lay there in silence, enjoying the afterglow of sex. You break the silence “Don’t get an ego but your right” he looks at you his faced first puzzled then the realisation hits him, the sex made him momentarily forget, pulling a shit-eating grin onto his face.

“Told you size doesn’t matter” his head hits the pillow again and he closes his eyes, “What’s your secret anyways, that was the best sex I’ve had in a while”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah”

“It’s all in the hip positions sweetheart”

[misscongeniality18]

Okay I have some thoughts for a Peter x reader fic. Peter and reader are officially dating and the reader begins to notice that Peter does kind and thoughtful things that none of her previous romantic partners had done before. Like, Peter buys medicine on the way home and makes soup for the reader when she’s sick, does all the house chores when she’s extra tired, and remembers the little things she says about a book she wanted to read or movie she wanted to go see. One day, the reader’s talking to Peter on the phone on her way home and she tells how she’s had a terrible day and feeling down. When she arrives, Peter cooked her favorite and put on her favorite series to make her feel better. Reader starts to tear up and Peter thinks he did something wrong, but reader tells him that it’s just no other guy had loved and cared for her as much he does, and how lucky she is to have him in her life

This! Ugh, perfection, because we all know Peter would 100% do this. (I'm also so sorry that it took me so long to get this out, Memorial Day weekend was my only time where I didn't have to do anything, so I took the opportunity to rest my mind before I start summer classes. You're amazing, I love you. <;3)

I Do - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! Peter knows finds out you've had a hard day, so he decides to make you feel better. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x fem!reader Genre ! Tooth-rotting fluff Warnings ! language, depression, kissing, Peter being such a good boyfriend if that counts, I also made this way too cheesy Word Count - 1079

" Never understood why People always say, love chooses you Now I do Now I do " - I Do, Aloe Blacc & LeAnn Rhimes

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As you slid into your car, the tightness in your chest didn’t leave. Your job was stressful, to say the least, and it didn’t help that your boss was a first-class demon from hell, not to mention a total bitch. She asks you to come in on your days off and stay at least an hour after your shift is supposed to end without being paid overtime, and while on that subject, you were severely underpaid. You were practically doing your boss’s job for her because she spends ninety-percent of her time scrolling on her phone.

With your hands on the steering wheel, you rest your head against the cool leather, trying to catch your breath. Today had been particularly difficult. You had your own shit to do, but you couldn’t do it because you were taking over your boss’s workload, and when she found out that you didn’t get your own work done, she blew up at you, practically calling you worthless.

Before you pulled out of the parking lot, you called the only person who could make you feel better—your boyfriend.

Peter’s voice came from the car’s speakers, filling the small space with your favorite sound in the world. “Hey, babe, you on your way home?”

You could already feel the tension begin to melt from your shoulders at his clear, upbeat tone. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“What’s wrong?”

Damn, he could hear how stressed and exhausted you were.

“It’s been, uh, it’s been a hard day,” you said, trying to hold in your tears.

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, so I won’t ask.”

Peter knew you so well, it made you want to cry. You still refused to, though. “I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“I’ll be here. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up, and it took everything within you not to speed.

Peter was an angel from above. He was kind and thoughtful and attentive and loving, unlike your past partners, and he would do things just to make you happy. One time, Peter remembered how you wanted to see the movie adaptation of one of your favorite books, so he surprised you with tickets. You thanked him with endless kisses.

He also takes care of you even when you can’t. Last week, when you dared to be sick, Peter picked up medicine on the way home from work and made you chicken soup because you couldn’t keep anything else down. And during that time, he even cleaned up the apartment because you didn’t have time to do your regular chores.

In your mind, Peter was perfect.

You arrived at the apartment, and your feet felt so heavy that you worried you wouldn’t make it down the hallway. When you opened your door, the smell of garlic and bacon and absolute heaven greeted you. “Peter?” You called out, peeking your head around the corner to the kitchen.

There Peter stood, spoon in hand, stirring something on the stove. He turned when he heard your voice, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. “Hey! I made your favorite for dinner; carbonara. Well,” he sighed. “I tried. It’s not going to be like Mariano’s, but it’ll be close.”

You blinked up at him when he mentioned your favorite Italian restaurant located just down the street, a place you could eat at for every meal.

Peter saw the expression on your face, and he quickly put the spoon down and rushed to the television. “I thought we could watch Bridgerton, too! I know how you love that show, and with the new season coming out later this year, I thought…”

He trailed off as he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, a few streaking down your cheeks.

“Oh, babe, what is it? What did I do wrong?” Peter asked, panic in his voice, and he strode over to you, placing his hands on your cheeks and wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “Baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I wanted you to feel better, and I thought I’d make your favorite dinner and put on your favorite show—“

“Peter,” you interrupted him, putting your hands over his and holding them to your chest. “You are making me feel better. Even if you didn’t do all this, you still would. With everything going on at work, you are my only stress reliever. You did everything right. You always do.”

You closed your eyes, the feel of his skin against yours calming and cool. Pressing a kiss to his palm, you whispered, “God, I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey,” Peter murmured, swooping down to wrap his arms around you, his face level with yours. “Do you trust me?”

Sputtering in confusion, you nodded. “Wha-what does—Yes, I do.”

“Then trust me when I say that you deserve everything. You are everything. You are on my mind when I’m awake and when I’m dreaming; you are my everything, and I love you.”

You met his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love within the depths of them, and you couldn’t believe how you had managed to find each other. “I love you, too,” you whispered.

His lips pressed to yours, soft and sweet and soothing. When Peter kissed you, it was as if the world faded away, and you existed only in this moment.

You drew him closer, pressing your body to his, one hand moving to the back of his neck, and then your stomach started to growl. Peter pulled away, chuckling and grinning that wide, toothy grin that always made your heart flutter. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

Peter shook his head. “We have time for that later. You’re hungry, so we’ll eat. Here, come taste my attempt at cooking.”

Leading you by the hand to the stove, Peter pulled out a fork and twirled some noodles for you to take a bite. You moaned as you chewed, nodding in approval.

“You like it?”

“I do,” you replied, mouth full.

Hearing those two words made Peter’s heart skip, and he leaned forward, kissing your cheek still full with food. He enjoyed those words not only because they told him he did a good job at cooking, but because he knew you would be saying them at an altar one day with him in front of you.

The only thing left was to get the ring out of his bedside table and ask you.

 Tonight.

[fernghoully]

Getting Billy to admit he was head over heels for Steve was like pulling teeth. The guy was so goddamn stubborn with his denial, yet so obvious with his affections. Heather figured he’d rather dip his toes in boiling oil and say he was interested in being all ‘mushy and sappy’ as he put it with Steve Harrington.

Today was another one of those days. They were both on break from the pool and had decided to go into the mall to get some ice cream. In reality, Heather knew Billy just wanted to stare at Steve in the sailor shorts. Heather blew a pink bubble and popped it as she listened to Billy rant about what annoying-but-not-really thing Steve had done this week.

“He’s saying that he wants to see that new movie, uh, Back to the Future? Yeah that one. And that he wants me to come with him!” Billy said this as if it was the utmost offence that Steve wanted to take Billy to the movies. Heather thought it was so obvious that Steve was just as down bad for Billy as Billy was for Steve. She couldn’t see how Billy didn’t see this but she knew she could be just as oblivious to a crush.

The entrance to Scoops Ahoy stood out in all its maritime themed glory. It had been so humid in Hawkins the last week, the cool breeze from all the freezers was a welcome delight. Both Steve and Robin were on shift today, so Heather could get some girlfriend time while Steve and Billy got their whatever it was sorted out.

Heather smiled as Robin waved from the counter, the other girl had tied her hair up in two messy pigtails that Heather found oh so cute. Heather walked up with Billy bitching behind her.

“Hey cutie, how’s work?” Heather loved how cute Robin got when she was flustered, her blush almost eating all her freckles and extending to the tips of her ears.

“Uhmm g-good, you guys on break?” Robin fiddled with one of her rings, a nervous habit that Heather noticed she did a lot when they were talking.

“Yeah, I was wondering, do you wanna see a movie with me when we both get off? I miss spending time with you,” Heather pouted at the end of her sentence, looking over the top of her sunglasses, batting her lashes.

“Sure! Uh yes! I’d really like that, um, cherry…” Robin bit the corner of her bottom lip, Heather knew she was unsure of the new pet name she had bestowed but Heather thought it was cute.

“Cherry? I like it,” she linked her hands with Robin’s, red and black painted nails forming a pattern.

“You do? Because I thought, y’know you wear cherry lipgloss all the time and you always give me pet names, so I wanted to give you one… I’m rambling again aren’t I?”

“Yeah but you’re cute when you ramble s I don’t mind listening.”

If Robin could get any redder, Heather feared her girlfriend might explode. All of Robin’s circuits were going haywire.

Heather traced her thumb over Robin’s, “hey you wanna make it a double date for Back to the Future?”

Robin snapped back into reality, a confused look on her face, “with who?”

Heather smiled deviously. “Steve and Billy of course.”

Heather hadn’t noticed Steve standing at the back door, he must’ve come back to the front counter while Heather was flirting with Robin. He was just as red as his coworker.

Billy, for once, was stunned. “Did you just hit on Steve for me?”

“Yeah I did,” she grabbed Billy to go back to the pool, “see you guys at 8!” She waved back to the two gobsmacked sailors.

[drawlfoy]

detention retention finale p.1

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pairing: draco x reader

request: no this series is from my original idea however i did take inspo from quite a few people (credited at the bottom of this)

summary: gryffindor y/n is put to the test when she tries to use her detentions with draco malfoy to get close enough for him to share his secret. unfortunately, things are never as simple as they seem. (set in 6th year)

warnings (plz pay attention to these this time): blood, violence, mild gore, mentions of wanting to throw up, you’re just kinda not having a great time during this chapter. also, kinda dark!harry trope here. it is a little ooc, i know, but it was what worked and so i ran with it. also, i play around with the timeline of events that occur in hbp so just expect that 

a/n: the long awaited p1 of the finale is here! the second half is almost entirely written save for a few scenes, and i expect to get that out in the next few days (so much less than a week). i really appreciate you all being patient--i wrote and rewrote the potion scene about 3-4 times because it just wasn’t the vibes that i wanted, but i’m semi happy with how it turned out and at this point i’m just gonna go crazy if i keep trying to restructure it so here we go. all the loose ends will b tied up in the last part and y/n is finally gonna catch a break ;) so as always lmk what you think!

word count: 8.7k

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Snape’s stores were much more difficult to crack than she’d expected. She’d managed to steal one ingredient from there once, but back then all she had to do was disengage the multiple jinxes that guarded the door. Since, unfortunately, her slimy old Potions professor appeared to have felt a compulsion to fluff his nest and redecorate. A new painting was hung on the door--one of a large raven with beady, intelligent eyes that followed her as she walked past as inconspicuous as she could, no doubt preparing to fly off into the painting’s grey sky to alert his master. Her father had something similar to this in front of his Gringotts vault. She resolved to speak with him over the break to try and find a way in. 

Not like she’d had any chance to execute her plan, anyways. It had been two weeks since Y/N had so much as had a simple interaction with Draco. Every time she tried to talk to him, he turned his attention away from her, offering her a disinterested sniff in response or just outright pretending like he didn’t notice her. Pansy Parkinson seemed to take joy in this development, though she was hardly getting anything on her end save for a few dry looking conversations as Draco’s body angled away from her. 

Without the “distraction” of friendship and genuine human connection, Y/N had plenty of time to emotionally free-fall into an internal moral crisis. She supposed that Draco wasn’t expecting her to keep up her end of the deal now, just as her Gryffindor friends had given up on trying to make her useful. Physically, nothing was stopping her from walking right up to McGonagall during one of her detentions and telling her that Draco Malfoy was making an attempt on the headmaster’s life. But was it really worth it? Every time the thought crossed her mind, all she could think about was the way Draco looked when he talked about his mother, the way a shiny film glazed over his eyes and his eyebrows knit together. 

She’d made a promise. Too much was at stake. While she had failed her friends, she was at least not going to fail Draco...not when the rest of the world had betrayed him. 

Y/N was slowly sifting through thoughts like those when Katie Bell stepped foot into the Great Hall for the first time in a month. Her legs, slightly wobbly from being on bedrest for the better half of November, carried her down the aisle towards the trio of Y/N’s now ex-friends. Her soliloquy was interrupted by the familiar sound of Harry’s voice as he spoke, hushed and rather quickly, to Katie, his hands animated and his frame bent slightly lower so he could speak quietly. It didn’t take much imagination to discern what the topic of their discussion was as their eyes flickered over to the Slytherin table. She managed to hear a few snippets as the wind from the owls blew in and carried it towards her: 

“Malfoy--”

“Was it?”

“...remember?”

Katie, lips pressed into a thin line, shook her head. Harry bit his own lip and swung around to look at a blond figure further down the aisle. Draco. He was staring at the meeting, his body entirely frozen while he took it in. 

Oh, Draco.

Before either party could say anything, he was already turned around and speeding off outside of the hall. She swallowed; Harry and the rest of her Gryffindor peers were conversing and not casting a single look her way. Taking a deep breath, she got up from her seat, leaving her half eaten toast behind.

It didn’t take long to locate Draco--Myrtle’s bathroom was hardly a minute’s walk away from the Great Hall. He was in the same position she saw him there last, his head hanging over the sink basin while his body heaved.

“Draco,” she called out.

He snapped around, his eyes wild and his hair slightly wet at the tips. It occurred to her that he’d splashed his face with water. “Come around again for a formal Katie Bell confession?”

“No!” she exclaimed. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get herself past the doorway. Not when his wand was raised at her like that. “I wouldn’t do that. I would never do that.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” he snarled. “Do you really expect me to believe anything you say?”

“Please,” said Y/N. “Please let me explain.” Despite the sting of his words, she couldn’t help but feel some degree of relief when she realized that he was finally speaking to her again, finally acknowledging her again. 

He let out a huff of disbelief. “This isn’t about you. Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter whether or not you explain. You lied to me. You put my family in danger, me in danger. And for what? A date with Potter?”

“What?” All the air left her lungs as she stared at him. “It was never like that!” 

“Save it.” His tone, a bitter blend of vileness and defeat, echoed off the stone of the bathroom floor. Y/N was overwhelmed with the urge to run up to him and just beg him to forgive her, but the fire in his eyes and the angry twist of his mouth told her that that wasn’t an option. Instead, she slowly crept towards him. His eyes blazed as she neared him holding her hands up. “Please, Draco. I’m begging you.” 

His composure slipped, his wand shaking slightly in the air while he caught his bottom lip on his teeth and stared at her with a look she couldn’t quite place. She was just about to ask him about it when a pair of footsteps stopped right outside the bathroom.

“I know what you did, Malfoy!” Harry appeared, brandishing his wand and pointing it at him with conviction. “You hexed her, didn’t you? Katie?”

Draco sucked in a wheezy breath, struggling to stand up entirely straight as he held his wand at the ready. 

“You’re not even gonna deny it?”

“Let me guess, Y/L/N couldn’t get a confession out of me so you’re here to pick up the slack?” Draco finally snarled. “How cute.” 

“Shut up!” roared Harry. She’d never seen him look so furious before. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think I do,” he said menacingly, the usual cool confidence she associated with him slowly reappearing in his demeanor as he twirled his wand around his fingers. Y/N finally let out the breath she was holding as Harry zeroed his focus on her. 

“And just what are you doing here?” he hissed. “Hermione was right, huh? You were with him the entire time. I can’t believe I expected anything different from you.”

Despite the fighting nature of the words coming from one of her best friends, she couldn’t help but glance at Draco as confusion briefly rippled through his features. 

He didn’t know. He didn’t know that she was being shunned by her friends for not telling them anything.

“I was just checking on him!” she wailed.

Visibly unsatisfied with the answer, Harry just scoffed and aimed his wand at Draco. “You’re going to confess what you did or I’m going to make you regret it.”

Harry wasted no time with firing off the first spell--a weakly cast Stupefy that hardly missed her head as Draco’s Protego ricocheted it in her direction. She yelped as she dodged it, smacking into the side of the stall door and falling on the ground unceremoniously hard. Frantically, she dug through the pockets of her cloak to locate her wand, but she was too late. A flash of light was headed her way.

Instead of it smacking into her chest with the force of a curse, the green light spread around her, creating a shield-like sphere. She met Draco’s eye’s briefly in shock. 

He’d cast a protection spell on her. In the middle of a duel that she was hardly formally a part of, he cast a protection spell on her.

“Diffindo!” The puddles from the eternal broken faucet glowed red as Harry parried Draco’s attack. It again went flying in her direction, breaking through the shell of the Fion Duris charm. In a stroke of luck, she rolled out of the way. A light blue flash followed from Draco--a nonverbal.

Finally. Y/N managed to close her hands around her wand, mind racing with thoughts of who she’d disarm first. Her wand had just begun to point towards Harry as the aftershocks of a Levicorpus charm slammed her to the ground once again, her wand bouncing on the cobbled stone once before rolling under the stall door. Y/N swore. “Harry, stop it!”

Harry was clearly losing composure. Despite his magical talent, the speed at which he was rattling off curses compromised his control...and his aim. Draco sent a few Fion Duris and Protego Maxima charms her way, but it still didn’t help when Harry had completely lost it. 

Things turned for the worst when his Tergeo actually sliced Y/N--just barely, but enough to draw a significant amount of blood in her wand arm. Even if she wanted to try and find her wand behind the toilets, she wasn’t even sure if she had the strength to fire off anything.

Her cry of pain prompted Draco to immediately turn his attention from Harry, angling his body towards her instead, an indistinguishable expression etched into his face as he took in the bloodstained white sleeve of her arm. 

Under normal circumstances, Y/N would’ve swooned at the fact that he willingly forfeited the duel just to check on her. But these weren’t normal circumstances, and Harry’s rage-filled expression and clenched jaw reminded her of this as he reeled his arm back and shouted out, “SECTUMSEMPRA!”

She didn’t think about it. To her credit, there really was no time to think. The cracking crimson light flashing towards Draco’s distracted figure was enough for her to launch herself at him with the intent of knocking them both to the ground--but she was too late, far too late. Glowing red light encased her entire body for a few tense milliseconds before she crumpled to the ground.

The Sectumsempra curse felt like every single nerve ending in her chest was being massaged with a sharp knife. Hot, sticky blood filled her mouth as she blinked, glassy-eyed and dazed, up at the ceiling. Distantly she could hear familiar voices over her body. There was a wet warmth that bloomed on her chest. She managed to glance down at her midsection to see an array of deep, short slashes scattered across her torso. 

“Am I okay?” Her voice sounded tinny and funny to her. A pair of light gray eyes came into her vision as she managed another breath. “Draco? Is that you?”

If he leaned closer, she couldn’t tell. His face was beginning to swim in her vision, blending in with the glass ceiling. Finally, a familiar voice, albeit strained and cracking: “You’re okay.”

She felt something shaky brush past her cheek and the coolness of metal rings dance over her skin.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. You’re going to be okay.” He sounded so far away for someone who was leaning right over her. She could see out of the corner of her eye a figure, cloaked in dark robes, raise its wand and recite an unfamiliar incantation. The metallic taste in her mouth began to subside as she felt the warm stickiness of her own blood seep back into her skin. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not entirely sure what she was apologizing for but doing it anyway. She thought she could feel the warmth of someone’s fingers softly cupping her face, but it could’ve been the heat of the tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. In that moment, she was overwhelmed with the desire to just be held, to not be lonely. “Please don’t go,” she begged. 

The last thing she heard was a tense, “...Okay.” Then everything went black.

~

Y/N spent the majority of her break obsessing over the last memory she had of Draco--the startled way in which he gazed down at her as she bled out in Myrtle’s bathroom and felt his soft hands brush the hair away from her face. It was almost as if there had never been a problem between the two of them, like he’d forgiven her at that moment, but she knew that wasn’t true. Their last Potions class together had made that very clear. While he, thank Merlin, wasn’t letting Pansy hang off him like he did in 4th year, he still pointedly ignored her even though she had to nearly hobble into class. So why had he looked so worried if he didn’t care? And why, whilst surfing the high of a cocktail of pain potions, did she feel like she remembered someone with light blond hair at her side in the hospital wing?

“And you’re sure your bandages are comfortable?” Her mother interrupted her train of thought,, the plate of ethically-sourced willowbird lying completely untouched in front of her. 

“Yes, Mum,” groaned Y/N for what had to be the hundredth time of her Christmas break. “I told you. Professor Snape and Madame Pomfrey made me their top priority over the last week of school. They say that I won’t even need them come January.”

Mrs. Y/L/N hummed as she delicately picked through her salad. 

“I can’t believe that Potter boy’s nerve,” said Mr. Y/L/N from the foot of the table. “Hexing his own friend like that?”

“Dad, he didn’t even know what it did!”

“Exactly! What kind of person does that?”

“He’s just stressed,” Y/N mused, though she was personally a tad miffed at the fact that she’d been brutalized by someone she once considered her best friend. “And he was a little angry at me. He thinks I’m in cahoots with Death Eaters.”

“Ridiculous.” Mrs. Y/L/N vigorously shook her head. “Anyways, dear, no relation to the previous topic: I ran into Minerva at Wurgie’s the other day while I was shopping for gifts. She told me something very peculiar. Is it true you’ve become friends with the Malfoy boy?”

Y/N paled. Dealing with the backlash of Hermione, Harry, and Ron had been bad enough, but her own parents? Over the winter holidays? “Draco?” 

“Yes, unless the Malfoys have another son I’m not aware of.”

“Well…” Y/N searched her mother’s face for any sign of animosity but found nothing but genuine curiosity. “Yes. We both had det--I mean, we were partnered for a class project together in Potions. He seems to have grown up a little.”

Oblivious to the slip up, her mother nodded. “Interesting. I was actually quite close with Narcissa myself back in the day. The Malfoys certainly don’t have a great track record of picking the right side, but we were two quaffles in a case throughout our schooling.”

“You knew Mrs. Malfoy?” asked Y/N, her eyes wide. “I had no idea!”

“Of course, we disagreed on the pureblood values and traditions that should be followed with children,” continued Mrs. Y/L/N, “But despite that, she was always kind. I hope she’s faring well.”

Y/N gulped as an idea slowly began to form in her mind. “Er, Mum, actually...Draco told me some things about...well, his mother.”

Both of her parents perked up. 

“So you know how you guys always talk about how the Order owes you a favor for the time you went undercover in the first Wizarding War?” asked Y/N. They both nodded. “Do you think...we could cash that in right about now?”

~

A month later, Y/N stood in front of the painting that hung on Snape’s door, frowning at the raven that stared right back at her, daring her to try and open the door. In all the excitement of Christmas and explaining to her relatives that she’d nearly been murdered by her ex-best friend in a haunted bathroom, she had completely forgotten to ask her father how to distract a charmed guardian painting, and it’d hardly be beneficial to owl him during a busy work month. It was still completely up to her.

The dungeons sent a certain chill through her bones as she ran through possible plans, prompting her to tuck her hands into her pockets and shiver so hard that she didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching. 

“What are you doing down here?” came the snotty, posh voice that she knew belonged to Pansy Parkinson.

“Parkinson,” Y/N greeted, snapping her head up to see that she didn’t come alone. Draco strode next to her, though he wouldn’t look at her directly. “Come for a rematch?”

Parkinson pulled out her wand and scoffed. “Wasn’t planning on it, but if you’re offering…”

“Pansy!” Draco hissed, yanking her away and forward. “We have places to be. Don’t waste your time.”

“But--”

“She almost got killed by Potter, like, yesterday,” he continued in a hushed voice. “Do you really want to make that worse?”

Parkinson sent her one last sour look before she was dragged off by Draco (who still refused to make eye contact with her). Y/N slumped against the wall, wincing as one of her injured spots bumped against a protruding stone. Why was he ignoring her? He’d protected her during the duel. He was even the one who stood over her as she lay crumpled on the floor. 

A lump began growing in her throat again as she realized just how lonely she was. With her friends gone, all she had now was...her owl, Edison? Yes, that was it. Edison and Hannah Abbott, who clearly was just letting her sit next to her for meals out of pity. Y/N wished that she had the strength to sit alone and just say fuck it so she wouldn’t have to be the kickstart to a bleeding-heart Hufflepuff’s philanthropy career, but she was already beat down enough as she was. Sitting alone would just seal the deal in her new life as a social reject who dreaded classes where the professors let you choose partners. It was like she was a shy first year again, too nervous to talk to anyone and instead sitting alone at the breakfast table, praying that she’d make friends with someone, anyone, even though she was too afraid to figure out how.

And then came Ron, the sweet ginger boy who she’d met once when she went to a wizarding play with her dad. He’d plopped into the space next to her one day, eyeing the untouched plate of toast in front of her.

“You gonna eat that?” he’d asked. Y/N had just stared, mouth agape that someone was actually talking to her. “Hey, you’re the Y/L/N girl, right? My dad works with yours.”

Without waiting for her reply, he’d just popped the piece of toast in his mouth and continued talking at her as if they were old friends. Before she knew it, she was getting swept up into the social swirl of Harry Potter and his friends, helping them as they made their way through Hogwarts and took on the challenges brought upon them by Voldemort and his cronies. For once in her life, Y/N felt like she actually belonged. 

And she’d thrown all of that away. 

“Y/N?” 

An unfamiliar, dreamy voice sounded from a little further down the dark hall, snapping Y/N out of it. She hadn’t even noticed, but she’d slid down to the ground and tucked herself into a ball. When she touched her face, she felt wetness on her cheeks. The raven in the painting made some kind of weird cackling sound.

“Who’s there?”

A girl in Ravenclaw robes, strange eyeglasses, and shockingly white-blond hair that rivaled Draco’s stepped into sight. Luna Lovegood. She’d seen her a few times--mostly during the Dumbledore’s Army meetings they’d both attended last year--but had never had a private, one-on-one conversation with her beyond the time that Y/N threw a protection charm to protect her from Bellatrix’s Avada Kedavra at the Ministry and she’d thanked her. 

“I thought I heard you talking to someone,” said Luna as she settled in next to her, crossing her legs. “Isn’t Snape’s raven lovely?”

“I suppose so,” mused Y/N. 

“His name is Marvin,” continued Luna, “and he always listens.”

“Huh?” Y/N balked, giving Luna a funny look. No wonder they call her Loony Lovegood she thought. “It--he can...talk?”

“Oh, yes,” said Luna, apparently not noticing her confusion. “Marvin is quite the conversationalist, to be honest. Snape is a very fortunate wizard to have him in his possession.”

As if to accent her point, Marvin crowed a few times.

“I was actually coming here to have a chat with him about you,” said Luna. “I think it’s terribly unfair how your friends are treating you. I thought that Marvin might know what to do. He always seems to.”

“Luna,” Y/N murmured, not expecting the way that her eyes began to swim with tears. “You...you really think so? I’ve been feeling so awful about what I’ve done…”

If she seemed taken aback by Y/N’s emotional outburst, she didn’t show it in the slightest. “Y/N, you just care about other people. And you know what it’s like to be lonely, so I understand why you didn’t want to leave someone alone when they felt that way, even if it was Malfoy.”

Y/N bit her lip to keep the tears from spilling over.

“My mother had this saying about kindness,” said Luna softly. “She told me that it’s easy to be kind to people you already love. But you can really tell how caring someone is by how they treat those who are different.”

Marvin made a sound that was eerily similar to a jackhammer in the background.

“Thank you,” managed Y/N, letting the girl pull her into a hug. “I...I can’t say that enough. I really needed to hear that.”

“I know,” Luna replied wistfully. “I’m sure your friends will come around, too.”

“I sure hope so.” She swallowed, giving her a small smile as Luna squeezed her hand. 

“Marvin is such a funny bird.” Luna shifted onto her feet, creeping towards the painting. “He loves shiny things. Now that I know the spell that weakens the barrier between the natural and painted world, I like to give him things sometimes. If he likes it enough, he’ll fly off to his flock to gloat to his murder for the rest of the day. He’s so proud.”

Something clicked in Y/N’s head. Was this her answer as to how to distract Marvin?

“It’s Transcendere, if you were wondering,” continued Luna, making to walk away. “Just in case you wanted to know. I can’t imagine why you’d need to, though. Anyways, I’m off to meet with Snape over a few questions on the exam. I don’t imagine he’ll be around here for the next hour!”

Before she could even thank her, Luna was already gone and down the hall. Y/N felt her pockets frantically, trying to find one thing that might appeal to the raven. He looked at her expectantly.

Her only piece of jewelry was her family ring, and apart from her obvious personal ties to the object, something told her that giving Snape’s guard bird a concrete identifier as to who broke into his stores would not be wise. So that left….She reached into her pocket, taking out the glittery quill that Draco had gifted her last fall. Giving it one last look and closing her fist around the feather one last time, she thought about how much she wished to go back to the simpler time.

Marvin made a little chirp, snapping her out of her reverie. 

“Transcendere.”

The quill poked through the canvas and into the scene, slowly changing so it fit the art style that the painter used to bring the raven to life. He wasted no time snatching it out of her grip, giving an appreciative gargle before he took off, flying away into the grey sky.

She was in. A quick Alohomora charm opened the door, and Y/N made quick work of deactivating the jinxes that guarded the entrance and was happy to see that he hadn’t changed anything else with his security measures. Finding the potion was easy, and before she knew it, she had reset all the security charms, shut the door, and made her way all the way up to the Gryffindor tower with the vial tucked firmly in her pocket. 

~

Getting Draco alone was the hardest part of her plan. Every time she saw him, he was either surrounded by a gaggle of Slytherins or darting off down side corridors that she could never quite locate. Carrying around the vial of stolen potion was getting increasingly stressful, too, especially now that their DADA class with Snape was coming up. He had to have noticed that his stores were broken into at that point, but given that he hadn’t stopped a meal yet to berate the student body on the importance of integrity and “keeping one’s grabby hands to themselves”, Y/N assumed she was somewhat in the clear. On the bright side, Y/N was enjoying mealtime much more now that she was eating with Luna. Her new friend even convinced her to go to the library with her one night to study--something that Y/N was not too familiar with. 

They’d left right before the library closed, going their separate ways. Something crossed Y/N’s mind as she realized what day it was--Saturday. Draco always worked on the cabinet on Saturdays, and of course he wasn’t going to bring his friends along with him. 

Quietly, she sank down next to the stone wall at the entrance, waiting for Draco to exit. She waited, and waited, and waited. Y/N was just beginning to wonder if Draco had switched his schedule around when the telltale sound of stone bricks scraping against each other snapped her to attention.

Draco looked more frazzled than usual as he stepped out of the newly-constructed entrance, his hands shakily running through his hair and his tie out of place. Y/N felt a sudden pang of guilt at the thought that she was going to add even more stress to his night.

“Draco,” she said, standing up and teetering at the sudden motion.

He started at the sight of her before setting his jaw and turning to continue a walk down in the opposite direction. 

“Please,” breathed Y/N, jumping forward to latch onto his wrist. “I need to talk to you.”

He immediately snatched his hand away, his scowl deeping in his features. “I don’t have time for this,” he said, though sheer exhaustion seemed to replace the usual venom in his voice. “If you’re here to apologize, I don’t want to hear it.”

“But--”

“I don’t have time,” he repeated once again, desperation seeping into the edges of his tone. “I don’t have the time to figure out whether or not I can trust you again.”

“Then let me make it easier.” Y/N reached into her pocket, producing the potion vial that had miraculously not been shattered after she’d carried it for so long. Draco arched an eyebrow. “Run a diagnostic spell on it. I want you to know that I’m being completely honest.”

“Y/L/N, I told you, I don’t want--”

“Please, Draco,” she pleaded, holding it out to him. “Just do it for me. If you do it, we’ll be even for what happened in Myrtle’s bathroom. I’ll leave you alone if you tell me to.”

He sucked in a breath, begrudgingly casting the spell. The vial glowed and cast a bright emerald light on his surprised features. “How did you get that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” rushed Y/N. “Just ask me anything. I’ll take it if you want.”

He looked like he was about to leave her in the corridor alone, so she did the only thing she could think of--uncorking the vial and downing it all in one go. It went down like water, hardly feeling like anything. She was surprised. Wasn’t it supposed to feel more compelling?

“Y/N, you are such an idiot sometimes,” he growled, but he turned back to her anyway. “Okay. Fine. Did Granger put you up to talking to me?”

“No. Harry did,” answered Y/N, the words coming spilling out of her mouth without her even thinking. Draco’s briefly softened expression immediately hardened. 

“I suppose that answers it then,” he snapped. “I’m not sure what that was supposed to accomplish.”

“Ask me something else!” cried Y/N. “Something you don’t already know the answer to.”

His silence was evidence enough that she was maybe, potentially, possibly getting to him. Something twanged in the pits of her stomach, reminding her of the time that she’d eaten bad fish in Greece and was sick for days, but she cast the thought aside for just a moment as he finally responded.

“This is ridiculous,” he clipped. She waited, turning the empty vial over in her hands. Finally, after a few agonizing moments of silence, his voice sounded again. “Why are your friends mad at you?”

Just as she was about to tell him, the tell-tale sound of footsteps and a cat’s meow echoed down the corridor. Filch. Panic-stricked, Y/N launched herself in the direction of the Room before a hand closed over her forearm and pulled her back.

“That’ll take too long,” Draco whispered, so close to her that she could feel his breath on her neck and had to try not to shudder. Without waiting for her response, he yanked her into the broom closet across the corridor and softly shut the door. 

It became fairly apparent that the broom closet was perhaps not the best hiding space for two adults, a fact that Y/N quickly noticed as she realized that the only place she could comfortably place her hands was lightly on top of Draco’s chest. His own hands pressed into the wall on either side of her head as he used it to push himself as far away from her as possible. When her eyes flickered up, she could see in the dim light that he’d shut his eyes. She couldn’t blame him--when she ran the plan through in her head, it rarely ever included getting stuck in a tiny broom closet together, and it never crossed her mind that it could happen before he’d even forgiven her. 

“I heard something too, my pretty.” Filch’s voice floated down the corridor as he neared them. She sucked in her breath, intent to hold it. She wished that she could cast a Silencio on the broom closet, but there was no way to be able to do that in such close range. Plus, she was quite preoccupied with the churning in her stomach that was getting significantly worse. 

Filch’s steps were getting louder as he called out, “Anyone there?”

“Yes,” Y/N let as a tortured, strangled whine. Realization flickered across Draco’s face as his hand shot out to clamp over her lips. She tried not to focus on how warm and nice his skin felt touching her and instead on the fact that Filch was still walking.

The footsteps finally paused outside of the broom closet. Y/N could feel Draco’s heart racing under her palm. She vaguely registered that her hands had long since curled into fists, clinging onto his shirt. 

“Anyone in here?”

“Mmph,” responded Y/N, hardly able to enunciate anything over the death grip Draco had on her face. This only made the lurching in her middle worse, so bad that she felt like she had bile rising in her throat.

“My lovely? What’s that?” A cat’s meow rang out from across the corridor. “Over by the Charms classroom?” Another meow. The sound of quick shuffling would’ve come to Y/N as a relief if she didn’t feel like she was about to puke the entire contents of her stomach up on Draco Malfoy’s hand.

“Thank Merlin.” Draco exhaled. Y/N could feel his shoulders relax under the grip she had on his shirt and took note of the fact that he smelled very strongly of that stupid rich scent in her Amortentia, something that was somewhat difficult when the cramping in her stomach had gotten so bad that she could hardly stand up straight.

Then he let his hand drop.

“They’re mad at me because I didn’t tell them about you.” The words came spilling out so fast and without prompt that Y/N felt like she was out of body, watching someone else speak for her. “I couldn’t ever bring myself to hurt you like that because even though you’ve been mean to me and my friends and I technically have no reason to want to protect you, I still do and it’s just so complicated because I thought I was just being a good person or whatever but honestly now that I think about it f it came down to it I would choose you over anyone else here and that’s scary and ohmygodIcan’tstop--” Y/N managed to suck in a small breath as the magic in her system propelled her forward, barely catching the widened eyes of Draco, “--It’s been so hard being away from you and I understand why you’re angry at me and I’m such a hypocrite for being upset that you were a Death Eater when I didn’t tell you why I started talking to you in the first place but I couldn’t just confess to you when I finally had a reason to spend time with you and I didn’t want to fuck it all up but I did and Draco please help I can’t stop I want to so badly you were never supposed to know all of this I thought that it would just make me tell the truth not everything--”

“I know,” His hand came up one more time, covering her mouth and muffling her voice. Without being able to move her lips, the words died down once again while the waves of nausea and agony hit in their place. Draco’s face had once again adopted that unreadable, somewhat sad expression as he moved his free hand so he could thumb away the tears that were collecting on her cheeks. Her fingers twisted into the soft fabric of his button down as she choked back a sob against his hand. “I know. That was really fucking stupid, even for you. You do know you’re not supposed to take more than an ounce of Veritaserum, right? This is going to take forever to get through your system. You just have to let it run its course. I’m sorry.” The potion was closing in around her throat as she blinked up at him through tear-ridden lashes. “I hear Filch escorting a student to McGonagall. This is our chance to get out.”

Y/N nodded as best as she could without loosening his hold on her, and they were creeping out of the broom closet and slowly making their way down the hall as silently as possible. He was to her right, his left arm slung around her shoulder so he could keep her quiet without sacrificing too much of his balance. He pulled her away from the direction of the Gryffindor dorms.

“Not happening,” he whispered, his lips almost brushing past her ear. He was so close. She shivered. “Filch went that way. Plus, I need to keep an eye on you until you’re back to normal.”

She nodded again. By some miracle, they made it to the Slytherin dorms without much of a hiccup beyond the awkward shuffle down the stairs. “Purity,” muttered Draco, prompting the cobblestones to rearrange themselves into a door. “Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Y/N scoffed behind his hand. The Slytherin common room was, thankfully, entirely empty, but very eerie and cold. She tried to open her mouth to tell him that he’d obviously drawn the short straw when it came to lodging, but when she felt his palm tighten over her lips, she was reminded that that wasn’t an option. 

“Here we are,” murmured Draco, his voice still low and careful as he led her to the end of the hall of the boys’ dormitories. Something other than the effects of the Veritaserum she consumed set off the butterflies inside of her once again when she thought about the fact that she was really going to see Draco’s dorm room. His door, black and heavy, was completely unblemished apart from the silver numbers of his room. 

Before she could think any further, he turned the knob and spun her so he was looking right down at her. “The less you talk, the longer it’s going to take for you to be normal again. Try not to be too loud, though. I wanted to sleep tonight.” With that, he released her once again.

“You have really nice hands,” she blurted out, immediately clapping her own palm over her mouth again.

“Oh.” An uncharacteristic blush rose in his cheeks. 

Squeezing her eyes shut and steeling herself for whatever was about to come out of her mouth next, she let her hand fall. “I--I actually think I can control some of what I say now.” She took one more breath in to check. “Yeah. Thank god. It’s not just...coming out of me anymore.”

“I’m not too surprised,” he said. “You were on quite a roll back there in the broom closet.”

“So, um…” She shuffled her feet. “Are we good now, do you think?”

Draco sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone willingly down two state terrorist interrogation sessions worth of Veritaserum just to apologize to me. So, yeah, I guess. I think you should probably try and get some sleep. Chances are it’ll wear off some by tomorrow morning.” With that, he rested his hands on her shoulders and steered her towards his bed.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, sinking down onto his black silk bedding and meeting his eyes.

He shrugged. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything before you sleep?”

“I’d really like it if you held me until I fell asleep,” Y/N said so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to look away from him. He blanched, his eyebrows raising but his lip quirking up. 

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought you were going to ask for water or something.”

“Draco, please don’t be mean,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to say it. It just came out. I would like some water, though.”

“Your wish is my command,” he drawled, disappearing into his bathroom before coming out with an empty glass that he cast a quick Aquamenti into. “Go slow. I really don’t want you coughing up water on my sheets.”

“Me neither,” she said between sips. “Merlin knows I’ve embarrassed myself enough already.”

When she finished, she handed it out to him. “Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this. I mean it.”

He snorted on his way to put the glass away. “Of course you do. That’s the beauty of Veritaserum.”

“You’re actually funny sometimes, you know,” she said. 

Draco smirked at her again. “Veritaserum. You’re doing wonders for my ego tonight.”

While he was doing whatever he was before getting into bed, Y/N went ahead and slipped under the sheets, rolling over onto her back so she was closest to the wall. She felt the bed slightly dip to her left and a throat clear.

“What is it now?” muttered Y/N. 

“You know, it’s really hard for me to do what you asked when you’re on your back like that,” he said.

“What?”

“Like, do you want me to be on top of you or something?”

“What are you even talking about?”

Draco huffed and reached his hands out to grab her shoulders once again, turning her to face him. Before she could register what was happening, she felt his own hands come around under her arms to rest on her back. Her head lay on the swath of skin between his shoulder and his collarbone, and she could feel the quickening of his pulse. “There. Honestly.”

“This is really nice,” Y/N blurted out, physically cringing when she realized that in her position she couldn’t easily cover her mouth. 

“Yeah?” She could feel the laugh rattle through his diaphragm.

“Yes.” Y/N huffed. “Stop asking me questions. This isn’t very kind of you.”

He let out another light laugh, his fingers moving to thread through her hair. “Is this okay?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted--” Y/N buried her face into his shoulder, silencing the words that were about to come out of her mouth. “Oh, my god,” she said after she resurfaced. “I think I want to take a vow of silence after this is over.”

Y/N could hear his smile as he offered her a, “What a load of good that thought is doing you now.”

“Please, just knock me unconscious until it all goes away,” she groaned. 

“Stop demeaning my work,” he said, mock offense creeping into his tone as he continued to card his fingers through her hair in soothing motions. “What do you think I’m trying to do? If you want me to give you blunt force head trauma, then just say so. Sheesh.”

She sighed dramatically. “At this point, maybe.”

“Seriously, though, are you feeling okay? That was a lot of Veritaserum,” he murmured. 

“I’m just feeling mortified right now,” she answered. 

“You still need to tell me where you got it.”

“Oh. I stole it. From Snape.”

All at once, Draco dropped his hands and pulled slightly away so he could gape down at her. “You did what now?”

“Yeah,” she said, confusion creeping into her tone. “It really wasn’t that hard, you know. I’ve done it before.”

“When?”

She felt another lurching sensation. All of the questioning was starting to make her stomach turn again. “I was a second-year. Harry had to brew Polyjuice Potion and he needed an ingredient we couldn’t find anywhere else.”

Draco let out a low whistle. “At twelve?”

“Eleven. My birthday hadn’t come around yet.” 

“That’s…” He’d shifted so she wasn’t pressed up to him, catching his lip between his teeth as he thought. Y/N hadn’t made much notice of this development as the growing pain in her midsection grew. “That’s quite a lot for a kid.” The way his hair glowed in the soft moonlight made her heart twinge. It looked so soft. Y/N noticed that she’d been staring at him for far too long without saying something when he blinked, planning on opening her mouth to apologize or crack a joke when instead:

“I have the biggest crush on you.” The words left her lips without any prior consent, the consonants and vowels forming before she could even think.

He was completely frozen in place, his expression entirely unreadable.

 “Oh, god, and now I’ve ruined it all because I know you said that I didn’t have a chance that one time in detention and you don’t see me like that and I’m pretty sure you’re with Pansy and even if you weren’t I’m not enough for you and I wish I hadn’t taken this stupid potion but I know that I’d do it a hundred times over if it meant that you would trust me--”

Her words stopped abruptly as Draco silenced her--not with his hand, but by placing his lips on hers. The kiss was brief and shy, more of a question in nature than a statement. Her fingers curled around the collar of his shirt as he pulled away, a rather frazzled and deer-in-the-headlights look etched into his features. 

She was speechless. Absolutely, completely, irrevocably speechless. Despite the insistent gnawing of the Veritaserum at the lining of her stomach, she could only manage to blink owlishly up at him, mouth agape.

“Are you okay?” His voice was low. 

“Ehm…” Her lips refused to move. Draco frowned, dropping his hands from her sides and sitting up straighter. Something impartial washed over his features, turning his expression from hurt to uninterested, like he’d woken up from a pleasant nap and was snapped back to reality. His legs pulled away so no part of her body was touching him.

“I--er, didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “I just wanted to make you quiet again, y’know, before you said anything else you regretted. And I thought that...kissing you would shock your system enough to make you stop talking.”

Her cheeks turned a violent red as she realized the depth of his statement. “So you...don’t see me like that?” 

“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair once, took in a deep breath, and dropped his gaze to the comforter. “You should go to sleep. Hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning.”

At the very least the potion was beginning to settle in her stomach as Draco’s breathing turned slow over the next hour or so. She didn’t know all too much about the mechanics of Veritaserum, but at this point, she had almost nothing left to confess anyways. 

Y/N tore her eyes away from his sleeping form, turning around to face the wall. His bed was soft. And it smelled like him, like the perfect blend of black tea and sage and snobbery that was in her Amortentia. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished to be anywhere but there. When he kissed her, it felt like he wanted her. Yes, of course he was timid, but she’d thought he was just nervous. But what was there for him to be nervous about? She’d already confessed under literal truth serum. He knew how she felt, and he didn’t even say sorry for kissing her and telling her he didn’t mean it like that. He still didn’t want her. Of course he didn’t when Pansy Parkinson in all her obnoxious Slytherin perfection was right fucking there. 

She was just beginning to feel sleep tug on the strings of her consciousness as she felt her hair get tucked behind her ear by a warm hand coming around from behind. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have done that. It’s better this way, you’ll see. It wouldn’t be fair if I...if it was different.” Despite his words, he let his fingers brush over his jaw as he moved closer, his shoulder lightly pressing into her back.

At that moment, there were so many things that Y/N wanted to say, ranging from “I am never going to live this moment down because I’m positively lovesick over you” to “I am going to beat you up for kissing me and then telling me it didn’t mean anything after I confessed.” Two schools of thought, neither of them perfectly encapsulating the true essence of her feelings. Her most traitorous thoughts told her to stay still and enjoy the final moments of affection she’d get from Draco, but she’d given into impulse a little too much that night. 

He must’ve noticed that her breathing had changed because he suddenly shifted his weight onto his free arm, keeping his hand poised by her neck. 

“Please stop touching me.” The words that came out of her mouth sounded much more pathetic than they did in her head, a voice crack finding its way into the final syllables. He jolted away.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“I thought…” He swallowed. “I thought you liked it when I touched you.”

“Yeah, before you told me you didn’t feel the same way,” she mumbled. “I really would appreciate it if you didn’t make me rehash that again. Today has been humiliating enough. I’m not looking to set a record or something here.”

She’d thought that her quip was pretty good, but Draco remained completely humorless. “I’m sorry. That was wrong of me. It was stupid of me to act on impulse like that. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Never meant to--” She stopped in her tracks, instead letting out a sharp huff. “Nevermind. I don’t want a fight right now. I just want to sleep.”

Much to Y/N’s horror, her throat began to tighten up again with the tell-tale coming of tears. The next breath she exhaled was embarrassingly shaky and loud, and the movement that it sparked in Draco was even more mortifying. He made a small sound of sympathy. “C’mere, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I know that must’ve hurt you.”

Undecided between feeling pissed and just wanting to forgive him, she slowly sat up and faced him. His arms were out in a motion of invitation, an unreadable expression in his eyes. 

“You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.” The Veritaserum in her system didn’t care much about her emotional turmoil, much to her horror. Y/N began to turn away, a watery scowl fixed firmly on her face, but Draco’s hand on her shoulder stopped her. 

“If I...wanted to be with you,” he began, his tone careful and clipped, “It would never work. Okay? Trust me when I say it has nothing to do with you. You did nothing wrong.”

“I kind of did.”

“Yeah, well, we both did. But I don’t want you to think that I, er, never thought about it.”

“Oh.” She wasn’t quite sure what the underlying meaning of that was. 

“So... “ He motioned again with open arms. “Do you...want to? I’ll play with your hair again until you fall asleep.”

Y/N stared at him, completely astonished. “Why? If you don’t see me like that, then why?”

“I’m not going to sleep tonight anyways,” he said softly. “And I want to help you feel better.”

She opened her mouth with the hopes of a biting retort coming out, but instead she was met with silence. Against her better judgement, she set her clenched her jaw and gave in. 

His arms were wrapped around her in an instant as she tentatively settled back into his chest, her hands lightly rested on his shoulders. Despite the humiliating previous events, it didn’t feel awkward, especially when Draco’s long fingers slowly threaded through her locks and brushed past her neck. A small, forbidden sigh of contentment left her lips when he let his touch linger over the back of her neck. His deep, slow breathing and the steady beat of his heart began to lull her to sleep. 

The next morning, she was able to lie convincingly enough to Draco, telling him her name wasn’t Y/N Y/L/N and that she was 80 years old. Confident that she wasn’t about to spill all of his secrets to the student body, he told her she was free to go. 

“Draco?” she asked poised by his door.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I’ll see you much after this? You know, now that we aren’t Potions partners and don’t have detention together anymore?”

He sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe when this is all over, I’ll see you around at pureblood functions or whatever.”

“Yeah.” Y/N tried not to think about the implications of pureblood functions still existing in the future after this. What kind of world did Draco think this would turn into? “But this is probably it, right? The last time I’ll see you like this?”

She didn’t even need to see his nod. She knew. That’s why he offered to play with her hair despite not even liking her--it was his way of apologizing for roping her into this, for tricking her, for shutting her out, for the Sectumsempra curse...for everything. His way of apologizing before they parted ways. 

final a/n: ty for reading! first off, congrats to the anons that guessed veritaserum. that shit took me forever to write bc i had such high expectations but it turned out to be quite the challenging scene since i still had to juggle draco’s conflicting emotions/distrust and the fact that i really wanted him to make her feel better fjdkas; i thought i’d mention someone who helped me write this (even tho i don’t think they realized how much they helped lmao)L i’d like to thank my 🌟 anon for giving me some inspiration. i was struggling with the first half of this story in terms of pacing for quite some time but found some help in an ask they sent me mentioning how they related to y/n feeling lonely/would like to see luna and neville mentioned. unfortunately, i haven’t quite been able to fit neville in yet (and i’m not sure if i can without it seeming just like a random extra bit of story that isn’t helpful to the plot), but hearing some affirmation that y/n’s loneliness was something that actually resonated w them really helped. it made me realize that the isolation from her friends/draco didn’t have to just be a logical turn of events for the plot to proceed in a sensical way and instead could be used to explore y/n’s character. i hope you all enjoyed! i promise the stuff w her dad and the order will be cleared up next chapter

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The One Where They All Find Out

Bakugou x fem!reader

Summary: You and Bakugou have been dating for the last few months, but you have kept it a secret from the class. What happens when someone overhears a conversation that they weren’t supposed to, or finds a missing eyelash curler? And what happens when their classmates want to have a little fun after learning their secret.

~ this is heavily based on the tv show friends, if you know what happens in this episode then you know how this story is going to go.

~ fluff, w/ ⚠️ bad language and mentions of sex

~ characters are third years & 18

Not proof read, sorry not sorry, I’m lazy and this shit took me over a week.

~ word count: 5.8k

Moments like these were perfect. The two of you spending time together alone whether it’s in his dorm or yours. Either way the both of you would spend as much time together as you could without raising suspicion.

You and Bakugou have been keeping your relationship a secret for the past few months. It’s not that you didn’t want other people to know, it’s just that class 1-a can be, how shall we put this? Nosy and prone to teasing.

You especially didn’t want anyone to tease you guys and want to know all your business when the relationship first started and you and Bakugou were still figuring things out. But now it’s become kind of a habit to keep it a secret and you guys liked how much privacy you got.

The two of you had just gotten off of school and immediately bolted to Katsuki's dorm. You dropped your backpack onto the floor when you stepped in. He then came up from behind you, grabbed you and tossed the both of you onto his bed. “I’ve wanted to do this all day,'' he mumbled into your neck. “Me too,” you smiled. You spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in each other's embrace and watching Netflix on your laptop.

When it came time for dinner you grabbed your opened bag and placed your laptop back inside. Katsuki cracked open the door to make sure the hallway was empty. You pecked his cheek and slipped out of his room and across the hall into yours.

Shortly after you had sneaked out of his room, Denki and kiri came by Katsuki’s. Kiri opened the door and the pair stepped inside. “Yo Kachan you coming downstairs, dinner is almost ready!”

“Don’t rush me dune face!” Bakugou replied.

Kiri glanced around the room and noticed something on the floor that caught his eye. He picked it up to examine. “Uh bakugou, why do you have an eyelash curler on your floor?”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, shit, that’s y/n’s. He was baffled, how the hell did she leave that in his room. Until he remembered that she left her bag open and threw it around. Crap, now what’s he gonna say, sorry my girlfriend, our classmate, left that in my room.

Instead he said,

“Why are you asking me? I don’t know who’s that is.”

Denki raised an eyebrow as he exchanged a glance with kiri. “That still doesn’t explain how you got it though. I mean it’s cool if it is actually yours, but I’ve never seen you wear anything other than eyeliner so I'm assuming it’s not.” Kirishima began.

“Or are you fooling around with someone in secret and they left it behind?” Denki smirked.

He was cornered. Just act angry and they’ll stop asking about it. “Will you just shut up already? Geez you wanted to go down to dinner so badly and now you can’t shut up about some stupid eye makeup thing!” He yelled as he got up to walk out of his dorm. He looked back at Denki and Kiri, who were still standing in his room.

“Well? Are you coming or what?” He glared at the pair. They quickly rushed out of his room as to not anger him further and just decided to drop the eyelash curler incident.

Although that conversation was far from over.

Shortly after everyone had gotten down to the kitchen you walked up to momo who was bringing over a plate of food to the table. “Hey Yaomomo, can ask you for a favor?”

She smiled, ”yes of course, what is it?”

You answered “can you make me an eyelash curler with your quirk? I lost mine earlier and I’ve been looking for it, but couldn’t find it.”

Kirishima, Kaminari, and Bakugou’s heads all shot up immediately after hearing your request. The gears in Kiri and Kami’s brains started turning. Momo replied, “yea sure it’s not a problem.” She then generated an eyelash curler out of her arm with her quirk and handed it to you.

Kiri and Kami’s eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. “WHAT?!?” They both pointed at you and your boyfriend. At that moment Bakugou jolted out of his seat, grabbed kiri and denki by their shirts and dragged them out of the common area and into the hall. You didn’t know what was going on but you assumed it might have to do with your relationship considering they were pointing at you and your boyfriend and screaming. You looked at your classmates who were more confused than you and said “better make sure he doesn’t kill those two,” and ran over into their direction.

When you met with them in the hall Kiri and Denki whisper screamed “you? And you? Are you guys hooking up?” Bakugou placed his hands on their mouths and growled, “will you two extras shut up.”

It looked like Kirishima and Kaminaris lives had just flashed before their eyes. They anxiously nodded their heads and complied with their angry friend. Bakugou removed his grip on them but kept his glare.

“We’re not hooking up, were dating, but you can’t tell anyone.” You sighed. Denki looked like a kicked puppy, “what? Why not?” Bakugou swatted him in the arm. “Ow” Denki winced in pain.

“Because if you do tell anyone I’ll blow your ass up so bad they’ll. . .”

“Katsuki stop it” you interrupted him with a reprimanding tone.

He huffed and shut his mouth glaring at your two friends. Kirishima started giggling, “Woah! You told him what to do and he actually listened! How’d you do that?” Katsuki was about to explode, his eyes boiled with rage and he grabbed onto his best friend's t-shirt.

You frantically pushed his hand away and placed yourself in between your friends. “ALRIGHT! Katsuki, can you please not kill our friends? And you guys, can you please, please not tell anybody that we are dating?” They all seemed to calm down.

“But why are you guys keeping this a secret?” Kirishima questioned. You sighed, “Well at first it was just so we could figure things out in private when we first got together. You glanced at your boyfriend, “but after a while we really liked the privacy and we both aren’t good with talking about our feelings and having that privacy made it easier. Also we didn’t want to make it a big deal”

“But it is a big deal! It’s you guys! I mean no where in a million years would we have thought you guys would end up together.” Denki added. He’s not lying though. You and Katsuki’s personalities didn’t exactly mesh well at the beginning of your friendship.

“But still, can you guys please promise to keep this a secret?” You asked.

“We promise, we won’t tell anybody”

You smiled, “Thank you.”

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It had been about a week since the first two found out your secret.

Jiro was in Uraraka’s room studying. At one point Uraraka heard something from the other side of her wall, in your room. She couldn’t make out what it was and blew it off. Until she heard the voice louder this time, but it was still fuzzy and she still couldn’t make out what it was.

She assumed you were trying to talk to her because sometimes the two of you would yell through the walls if you needed something or had to ask a question. She tapped jiro on the shoulder and asked “Hey Kyoka, I think y/n is trying to yell through the wall but I can’t hear her. Can you use your earphones and tell me what she’s saying?”

She nodded her head and responded “Yeah sure.” She used her quirk and placed her earphone jack in the wall that was shared with your room. To her surprise she heard more than one voice.

“I think tomorrow I could sneak over to your room after I’m done studying with Momo and Tsu. I’ll just tell them I’m doing laundry or something,” you said.

Jiro heard a chuckle from a low voice, “laundry is that my new nickname?” Wait a second. WAS THAT BAKUGOU?

“No, you know what your nickname is jackass,” you giggled in return.

“Yea but I’m your jackass,” Bakugou added.

Jiro unplugged her headphone Jack from the wall. Her jaw was dropped and eyes wide. “What happened? What did you hear?” Uraraka asked worriedly.

“I think y/n and bakugou are dating,” she replied.

“What?” Ochako was stunned.

“Yea, I um, I heard her tell him that she would sneak over to his dorm tomorrow after studying but she was going to use laundry as an excuse. Then he said laundry is that my new nickname? And she said no you know your nickname is jackass.” Jiro continued.

“Oh my god! Seriously?”

“There’s more. The last bit I heard was bakugou saying, but I’m your jackass.” She finished. Ochako squealed, “Aww that’s so cute, wait, that's odd hearing bakugou act all . . . well . . . somewhat sweetly.”

Jiro nodded her head in agreement, “I know right. But more importantly y/n and bakugou are dating!”

The two girls continued their conversation about their friend's new found relationship. They decided to take a break from studying, mostly because they couldn’t focus on anything other than you and Katsuki. They walked downstairs to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks. Surprisingly there weren’t that many people in the common room. Momo and Deku were in the lounge area playing uno, while Kirishima and Kaminari were in the kitchen getting snacks as well. They tried to keep their voices as low as possible so as to not attract the attention of their fellow classmates, it did not work.

“It’s pretty funny how affectionate he sounded, like there’s know way he would say “but I’m your jackass” in front of other people.” Ochako whispered.

“Yea, who knows maybe y/n brings out that side of him. Which is still weird to think about because they didn’t speak or get along for the longest. They only just started to become friendly, and now all of a sudden they're together.” Jiro replied. However, in their efforts to try and keep quiet, the boys still overheard their conversation. They started to freak out. How did the girls find out about you and bakugou? Kirishima was the first to speak, “you guys know about y/n and Bakugou?”

The girls froze in their tracks. “YOU KNOW?” They both yelled in shock. Shit, he didn’t think that through. He placed his hand on the back of his neck, “yea we know,” he answered. His classmates were even more surprised, “WE?”

He was really bad at this. “Yeah me and Denki know. How do you guys know?” He asked. Jiro replied, “We thought y/n was trying to yell through the wall so I used my quirk to hear her better and we heard them talking.”

All the yelling caught the attention of Momo and Deku. “What’s going on with Kachan and y/n? Are they ok?” Deku questioned the group. They all froze like deer in headlights.

“Um uh . . .” The boys didn’t know what to say.

So, Ochako answered for them, “Bakugou and y/n are dating.”

There was a lot more yelling, wide eyes, and confusion that followed Uraraka’s previous statement. Kiri and Denki explained how they figured it out and the girls explained more thoroughly how they accidentally found out. None of them knew what to do with this information but they all agreed on one thing. Do not say a word to anyone.

That almost went according to plan. Until the final person found out, Mina.

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Kaminari, Mina and Uraraka were outside doing some after school training. Uraraka wanted to practice floating others with her quirk and Kami and Mina eagerly volunteered to help her practice.

“Ok! Who wants to go first?” Uraraka asked. Mina raised her hand and excitedly waved it in the air. “Me! Me! Can I go first!” She cheered.

Uraraka smilled, “Yea sure!” She walked up to Mina and raised her hand a few inches away from Mina’s shoulder. “So I’m going to float you to about the third or fourth floor. You’ll stay there for a moment and then I’m going to bring you down. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or scared, please tell me and I’ll bring you down,” She explained.

Mina smiled and gave ochako a thumbs up, “Got it, and don’t worry I trust you.” Ochako then placed her hand on Mina’s shoulder and activated her quirk. The pink haired girl started to slowly float up into the sky.

“This is so much fun, I can see everything from up here!” She shouted in excitement. Mina had a beautiful view of the campus. The other dorm buildings, the UA building, and all the training fields. She turned around and glanced towards their dorm building. It turned out she had been floating at the same height as your dorm. You had left your blinds open and Mina had a clear shot of you through the window.

“I can see y/n’s dorm from here,” she shouted to her friends on the ground.

Mina tried to get your attention by yelling and waving her hands around. “Hey y/n! It’s Mina!” She then saw bakugou enter the view from the window. That’s weird, why is he in your dorm. You two were kinda friends, but definitely not the type to hang out alone together.

“Wait, why is he in her room,” she mumbled to herself.

What she saw next would stick in her memory forever. Bakugou wrapped his arms around you and placed his hands on the small of your back as you leaned in to kiss him.

You placed your hands in his hair to deepen the kiss. “OH MY GOD!” Mina yelled. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Bakugou then moved his hands down to grope your ass. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist while his hands rested on your upper thighs and ass. He then walked over to your bed and . . . “OH MY GOD!”

“MY EYES! MY EYES! BRING ME DOWN! BRING ME DOWN!” Mina yelled down to her friends.

Uraraka slowly brought her down and deactivated her quirk once Mina’s feet hit the ground. “What happened?” “What did you see?” Uraraka and Kaminari asked worriedly. They knew Mina could be a little dramatic from time to time but it seemed like whatever she saw must have really startled her.

“THEY’RE DOING IT!” Mina shouted frantically. “Bakugou and y/n! Bakugou and y/n!”

“I know!” Ochako added.

Mina raised her eyebrows, “You know?”

“Yes! I know, Kaminari knows and a few others but you have to stop screaming. Someone’s gonna hear you.” Ochako responded. Mina was now aware of how loud she was. Thankfully she was far enough from the window so the two of you wouldn’t hear her; however if someone else was outside, they would definitely hear.

“So just to recap, they know that Kiri and Denki know, but they don’t know that the other four know?” Mina asked.

After the whole situation outside happened, Ochako and Denki brought Mina inside to tell her the whole story. “Yup,” Denki answered. “But you know what, didn’t doesn’t matter who knows what. Because now enough of us know, and we can just tell them that we know. Now all the secrets and the lying will finally be over.”

“Or we don’t tell them that we know and have a little fun of our own,” Mina suggested. “Quick text the others to come over, I have an idea.”

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The next day you woke up in a horrible mood. When you woke up it was like you hadn’t gotten any rest at all. It felt exhausting just to get out of bed and you were moving sluggishly all morning. You had stopped by the cafeteria to grab some coffee before class to try and wake you up.

Your energy was low, very low. Whenever you were tired it was easy to irritate you. You walked into your homeroom class, only about half the students were there. But then again you did have a few minutes till class. You sat down at your desk in the last row and took a large sip of your drink.

You put your arms on your desk and rested your head. You knew you wouldn’t get any sleep but at least you could relax for a bit before class.

Although your relaxation abruptly ended.

You were still awake so you heard everything going on around you. Including a conversation between your boyfriend and Mina Ashido.

“Hi bakugou! What’s up,” she said cheerfully.

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Leave me alone raccoon eyes.” Typical bakugou as always.

“Aw come on, what do you mean we're friends aren’t we?” He scoffed while avoiding eye contact. “Unless you wanna be something more.”

Your head shot up so fast you felt dizzy. You couldn’t see straight but you could make out that Bakugou's head snapped towards Mina. “What?” He furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’m just kidding,” she giggled as she playfully pushed his shoulder. He stared at her like she had lost her mind. “Although you are pretty handsome if I do say so myself.”

What the hell? Since when was Mina interested in Katsuki? You remember her saying that he was like a gremlin with anger issues. Which ya know is kinda true but, HELLO, he is your angry gremlin.

Aizawa walked in with his famous yellow sleeping bag and Mina walked back to her desk. “What the hell was that?” You whispered to yourself. That must have caught the attention of Deku because he turned around to face you. “Hey, you ok?” He asked.

“Yea it’s just, did you see that?” You replied.

“See what?” You’ve got to be kidding me. He seriously didn’t notice that. His childhood friend that sits RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. being hit on by his classmate. “Mina um hitting on bakugou.” You answered.

“Oh yea, I heard she really likes him.” Oh no. This was it, you had to tell them now. Well no not this second. But later today you had to break the news to Mina. You felt bad for her, but if she really did like him, you had to tell her the truth.

Later that day in the dorms you pulled bakugou to the side and hid in the hallway on the first floor. “Listen, we need to talk.”

“You’re not gonna break up with me are you?” He asked. “No no, of course not . . It’s um. . It’s Mina.” You answered.

“You mean this morning? Yea that was weird as shit.”

“I know right. I never would have imagined her liking you. I mean, I wouldn’t have pictured me liking you either. But Mina has never, and I mean never even shown interest in you. Usually whenever she saw me fawning over you before we started dating she said that you looked like an angry gremlin.” You ranted.

“WHAT DID SHE SAY ABOUT . . .” You placed your hand on his mouth and backed him against the wall. “Are you nuts, someone’s gonna hear you jackass.” As it turns out someone did hear you guys. Right when you released your hold on him you heard a chuckle from around the corner.

Bakugou turned to walk around the corner and all you heard was an explosion and a shriek. He came back dragging a defeated Kaminari by the collar of his shirt. “What’s so funny?” Bakugou sneered.

Denki put his shaky hands up in surrender, “Nothing. I swear.” Before bakugou could threaten him with another explosion, you interrupted. “Denki, do you know something?” He zipped his guilty eyes to you. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Whatever he was going to say next you knew would be a lie.

“No, what do you mean?” He tried to reply nonchalantly, but failed.

“Answer the question!” Katsuki growled. If it was even possible, Kaminari looked even more guilty. He had trouble looking the two of you in the eyes and was shaking. He sighed, “Alright fine. Mina knows about you guys.”

“What? How the hell did she find out?” You asked. Denki shook his head. “I didn’t tell them.”

Bakugou was filled with rage at his friend's statement. He grabbed denkis collar with both hands. “They? Who's They?”

All color drained from denkis face. “Mina and . . . Me.” Bakugou’s grip on his friends shirt tightened. “Uraraka, Jiro, Midoriya, and Yaoyorozu,” Denki trembled. ”EVEN DEKU KNOWS!” Bakugou nearly screamed.

“Katsuki let go of him! How do that many people know?” You asked. Your boyfriend released his right grip on your friend. Denki sighed with relief and replied, “Well everyone else kinda just found out by accident. Most of them overheard you guys or us talking about it. While Mina on the other hand . . . let’s just say you guys should keep your blinds closed when being . . . affectionate.”

You and Bakugou froze. A deep red blush danced across both of your faces. “Aww you guys are all blushy,” denki added. Bakugou looked him dead in the eyes while making sparks go off in his hand. Denki averted his eyes in fear.

But wait, that still doesn’t make sense. You replayed the events of this morning in your head. If Mina knew about you guys all along then why would she deliberately flirt with your boyfriend. Even Midoriya said that Mina might have liked Bakugou after watching her flirt. Then again he was one of the people that knew and was probably playing a part like Mina.

“Wait Denki, if Mina knew that we are dating, then why did she flirt with Bakugou?”

His lips turned to a flat line and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well funny story, we all thought it would be fun if we messed with you guys a little bit about your secret and had one of us flirt with one of you. We chose bakugou because he’s emotionally constipated and we chose Mina because she is the smoothest and the only one that was good at flirting.”

You could practically see the smoke pouring out of Bakugou's ears. he made his angry gremlin face and you knew he was going to murder Kaminari. You placed a hand on his arm to try and calm him. He looked at you and his expression eased a little. At that moment his mood changed. Not from angry to relaxed, but more like angry to scheming. Instead of blasting his friend to Mars he balled his fists and loudly sighed. “Well, sense they took it spoon themselves to mess with us, I say we have some fun too.” He smirked.

You were expecting a lot of things for him to say.

That was not one of them. “Huh?” You asked.

“They thought it would be fun to flirt with me to mess with us. How about we play their game?”

It was the day after you had found out a handful of your friends had discovered your secret. You were really hoping that your plan would go accordingly. It took a little convincing but Bakugou roped you into playing your classmates' game of let's freak out the secret couple. You waited anxiously as Mina walked over to the desk two seats in front of you.

“Hey bakugou. How’s your morning been?” Mina said with a cheery smile. Bakugou kept a pretty neutral expression. “Good.”

“Ya know, did anyone ever tell you you have nice eyes?” Mina continued as she played with her hair.

“No, but thanks. You're not so bad yourself.”

You could’ve sworn Mina pulled a Denki and short circuited. You glanced around the room and saw everyone else, except of course the short circuiting man himself, with the same reaction. You looked back at Mina and she was a stuttering mess. “Oh um . . really? . . that's uh nice of you to say.”

Although it was all just fun and games, it did sting that your boyfriend was so flirty with your bestie. Mina awkwardly shuffled back to her desk and quickly whispered something to Uraraka. The first part of the plan was set, now it was your turn.

You gazed at the seat in front of you to make sure that your green haired classmate was watching the interaction before you. You leaned forward to his ear and whispered, “I guess Mina’s feelings aren’t one sided.” He looked back at you as if you told him you killed somebody. “Yea I guess so.” He replied. He quickly glanced at Momo who was seated behind you before slowly turning to face the front.

Later that day, during lunch the little group that knew your secret were all seated together. There were also a couple of new members after what happened this morning before class. Now the group included Todoroki, Sero, Tsu, and Hagakure. Of course the whole class knew something must have been going on. However these four in particular needed to know what that something was and knew exactly who to go to.

“Ok so now that we’ve explained the story of how we all found out for the millionth time, can we please discuss the freak show that was this morning?” Jiro began.

Kirishima face palmed, “This makes no sense. Bakugou may have the emotions of a crouton and anger problems, but there is no way he is a cheater.”

“Yeah I agree. Kachan is a lot of things but he isn’t a cheater,” Deku added.

The group didn’t know what to do. A few of them looked over to you and Bakugou sitting across from each other at another table.

Deku spoke again. “So, I’m pretty sure that the both of them found out yesterday after school. Yesterday after Mina flirted with Kachan, I turned to talk to y/n and she looked like she had been hit with a truck. Her reaction seemed pretty genuine. But then today, she reacted calm and cool, a complete 180 to yesterday,” He rambled like always.

“It still doesn't make sense how they would have found out,” Uraraka added. While everyone was trying to figure out how the two of you found out, Denki was practically shaking in his seat with guilt. Thanks to his nerves, he accidentally made a small spark go off and zap a nearby Sero.

“Ow! Kaminari, your quirk is all sparky,” Sero winced in pain.

Denki zoned back in from his endless stream of thoughts and apologized profusely. After Denki caught Mina’s attention she remembered something. “Hey Kaminari. Didn’t you try to eavesdropp on them yesterday to see if they were freaked out by our prank? Did they say anything to you or something?” She asked.

“Nope,” He said a little to loud. “They didn’t say anything.” He kept darting his eyes from Mina to the very couple they were discussing. Everyone furrowed their eyebrows and gave him questioning looks.

“Kaminari, do Bakugou and y/n know we’re pranking them?” Jiro asked. He wouldn’t look at them, just kept his eyes on the ceiling.

“Nope.”

“Denki” she insisted.

She continued to stare him down. It felt like she was drilling holes in his skull with her eyes. He knew he was cornered, nowhere to run. He looked back at all his friends and his stomach dropped. He put his shaky hands up in defeat. “Alright, alright they know ok. Just stop looking at me like I killed somebody, it’s freaking me out.”

The group's tension deflated. Mina rested her head on her chin. “So what do we do now?” She asked.

“I think we should still do it. See how far it will go until someone cracks first.” Todoroki proposed. Everyone turned to look at him. He had been silent during the entirety of this discussion and has made very few reactions as well. Most of them forgot he was even there he was so silent. “Why do you say that?” Momo questioned.

“Because bakugou isn’t the type to give up. And he especially doesn’t like to lose. He is going to keep playing along with this prank until you guys crack.” He explained.

“Ooooh I like Todoroki’s idea! Let’s do that.” Mina responded excitedly.

“You do realize you’re going to be the one doing the flirting right?” Kirishima added. Mina’s former bubbly excitement deflated and turned to dread. “Oh no.” She turned to survey the table you and bakugou were eating at. “I did not think this through.”

After lunch Mina didn’t get a chance to talk to bakugou. However, now that classes are done for the day, the fun can begin. Almost the entire class was in the common area, waiting to see something happen.

You were especially on edge. You knew that your friends had probably figured out that you knew their little plan. You also knew that they would specifically target Bakugou more than you because he was a difficult target. Bakugou had determination that was matched by few and he especially did not like to lose. It also ticked you off every time you saw Mina, one of your best friends, flirt with the man that was yours and only yours. Of course it was fake and didn’t mean anything; but on the other hand it worried you a little bit.

Why was Bakugou so comfortable with playing their game and flirting back? Was it because it was fake? Or maybe it was his competitive spirit and turning their practical joke into a competition. Either way, you didn’t want to lose either. Let the games continue.

You were seated on the couch watching tv with a few others. From where you were seated, you could see Mina follow Bakugou into the Kitchen when he left to get a drink.

“Hey Bakugou! How’s your day been” She started off in a cheery tone. He turned to face her, “pretty boring until you showed up.”

You could tell Mina was on edge. You’ve seen her be quick and composed during missions, but right now seemed like she was one wrong move away from cracking. It seems like you guys won’t lose after all.

“Aww who knew the big and strong Bakugou was a softy,” she playfully pushed his shoulder. You could see his jaw clenched. Bakugou was putting in all of his self control to not scream his ass off like normal.

Mina leaned her elbows on the counter and rested her head on her hands. “So are you doing anything later? Because I was thinking maybe the two of us could hang out or something.” She proposed.

He plastered on a fake smile. “Sure, I’ll do whatever you want.” He replied.

She leaned forward, “how about we do something now? Maybe go somewhere a little more private?”

“Where um did you have in mind?” He hesitated.

She started to lose her cool, she moved her hands to the sleeves of her hoodie and started fidgeting with it. “How about my room?” She asked with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Absolutely.” The color was slowly draining from his face.

Your heart was racing as you noticed them walk away. Your boyfriend gazed at you, you don’t even know what kind of eyes. He just looked like he was going to snap within the next 30 seconds. You couldn’t believe Mina was being so forward. They definitely were pulling all the stops to get the two of you to crack.

You slipped your phone in your back pocket and stood up from the couch. You looked up and everyone was staring at you, probably waiting for you to admit defeat, WHICH YOU WERENT. However, you did want to make sure your friend wasn’t trying to be sneaky and make out with your boyfriend, even if it’s fake.

“I’ll be right back I need to get my charger from my room,” you blurted out and practically ran to the elevator.

By the time you got up to the floor with Mina’s dorm you saw the whole Scooby gang come out of the stairwell. You stared at them and they stared back.

“What are you guys doing up here?”

“we want to spy on them,” Todoroki replied calmly. The whole group froze and turned all their attention to him. “Roki! You don’t tell her that.” Denki scolded.

You clenched your fists, “whatever.” You walked to Mina’s door and everyone followed. A handful of you had your ears pressed to the door. Because of the walk and the detour in the hall you probably missed most of the conversation.

“So um, I guess we’re really gonna do this Huh?” Mina started. That the first thing you all heard. Her voice was shaky and high pitched.

“I um, I guess so,” he replied.

You were about to throw open the door. This has gone way too far. It was ok with you to have your boyfriend flirt with Mina for the sake of the prank and getting back at your classmates. HOWEVER, kissing her was going way out of line. Your jaw and fists clenched and your blood was boiling. You were seconds away from activating your quirk and sending this door flying when

“AHHH ALRIGHT FINE I CAVE! Get off my raccoon eyes! I can’t kiss you!” Bakugou screamed.

Mina giggled in surprise, “AH HA! And why not? She asked.

“Because I’m in love with y/n.”

“You you WHAT?” She gasped.

Huh? What did he say? Did he say that word. The word you guys haven’t said to each other yet? Everyone around you froze and landed their eyes on you. All of your faces went pale. You shakily opened the door and stepped inside.

“You what?” You mumbled.

Bakugou’s eyes softened when he turned his gaze to you. He walked over to your direction and placed his hand in yours. “I love you dumbass.” He said confidently.

“I love you too jackass,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Although as touching as this moment was, the loud screaming and cheers from 2/3rds of your class was kind of killing the vibe.

“YOOOO! “Holy Shit!”

“Oh My God, was that their first I love you?”

“Sero owes me $15”

“I thought you guys were just hooking up, I didn’t know you were in love!”

[flashflashhundredyarddash]

Shove You Out the Door

Jaime regretted not letting the Reach invasion happen.

The day started out fine. He spent two hours stressing over what to wear to the movies before he covered up his shirt with the same blue hoodie that he wore all the time anyways. When he showed up 20 minutes early for their noon showing Bart was already there, wearing shorts in deference to the early summer Texas heat, and Jaime had the very unchill thought of legs sjdjfnee and Khaji Da offered to eliminate The Impulse, even though Bart had been Kid Flash for two years already. Bart spotted him and quickly latched onto Jaime's arm, pulling him into the theater and chattering away about whatever sci-fi movie Bart had picked out.

They went to a diner afterwards, and when Jaime blew his straw wrapper at Bart he laughed in delight. When Bart got up to go collect 50 more straws and sat back down he slid into the booth next to Jaime, and Jaime panicked because oh god, are they on a date? Jaime meant for it to be a date and then had freaked and not actually said anything to confirm it was a date so technically they were just hanging out and Bart was fiddling with the woven bracelet that Milagro had made for him that he wore everywhere because actually Milagro was his best friend now, sorry Jaime-

Then Booster Gold sat in the booth across from them.

Jaime didn’t realize it was Booster Gold at first, so he cleared his throat and said, “This table is a little occupied,” and Bart blew a straw wrapper into the side of his face.

The man who had so rudely sat at their table and interrupted their maybe-date opened his mouth before Bart interrupted him. “Hi Booster Gold,” Bart said.

Booster Gold closed his mouth. “It’s just Michael right now, actually,” he said. His blond curly hair was dark at the roots and when he smiled Jaime felt awe at how white his teeth were.

“Can we… help you?” Jaime asked, because he wasn’t sure why a random member of the Justice League decided to look for one or both of them. He had the thought that maybe he was actually an alien or shape-shifter and was coming to kidnap them or kill them or something, but then dismissed that thought because that was stupid, and also why would an alien disguise itself as Booster Gold to come kill them?

“Actually, I was hoping I could help you,” Michael said with his perfect, shiny teeth. He spread his hands out and magnanimously stated, “I have decided to offer my esteemed superheroing services and mentor the new Blue Beetle.”

He glanced back and forth between Bart and Jaime.

“Which one of you is Blue Beetle?” he asked.

Jaime choked on his drink.

“Me,” Bart said, immediately, “I’m Blue Beetle and I definitely need your superheroing services.”

Jaime put his hand over Bart’s mouth and very pointedly did not react when Bart licked his palm. Bart could never understand the pains of being an older brother.

“I’m Blue Beetle,” Jaime said.

“You’re both Blue Beetle?” Michael asked.

“Yes!” Bart shrieked.

“No!” Jaime said.

“This mentoring thing is already so complicated,” Michael sighed.

“Look,” Jaime said, wiping his hand off on Bart’s shirt, “it’s not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but I’m a little confused. I don’t think our skill sets are really… compatible.”

“I get it,” Michael said. “You’re the Blue Beetle and I’m a time traveler from the future. On the surface we have nothing in common.”

“Wow,” Bart said, “You’re from the future? What’s that like? Has the world been invaded by crazy bug aliens?”

“What?”

“Ignore him. Like I said, I appreciate the offer, but I feel like I’ve got this handled. Besides…” Jaime couldn’t help the bit of hurt that bled into his voice, “why didn’t you ever show up when I first got the scarab? I could have used a mentor back then.”

Michael sighed again and rested his face on his hand. “I don’t know. When Ted died, I just… I just didn’t cope well, I guess. He’d been my best friend for so long and… yeah, you didn’t deserve to have to deal with that, kid.”

“Wait, you actually knew Ted Kord?” Jaime said, leaning forward.

“Yes?” Michael said. He reached for a chain around his neck and pulled at it to reveal the ring that had been tucked into his shirt.

“Oh shit,” Jaime said. “I’m sorry, man.”

Michael waved him off. “Yeah, yeah, grieving widow. But anyways, I’m cool now, I did the whole therapy thing, and since I was married to the last Blue Beetle, I figure that makes you my, like, step-protege or something.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Jaime said.

“Oh man, if you had showed up last week we would’ve gotten you something for Father’s Day,” Bart said, “Like a custom shirt that says world’s #1 guy who was married to the guy who was actually supposed to be my boyfriend’s mentor. World’s #1 replacement mentor.”

Jaime abruptly turned to look at Bart. “Boyfriend?” Jaime squeaked.

Bart squinted his eyes at him. “Have we not been dating for two months?”

“Should I go?” Michael asked.

“I thought maybe we were dating but I wasn’t sure? I do want to date you but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to date me.”

Bart huffed out a laugh. “You are so dumb. I don’t share food with just anyone. Also I already have my prom dress picked out so you just need to get a red tie.”

“I have a red tie!” Michael shouted, making them both jump. “I have like five hundred ties. Boom! You’ve just been mentored.” He pointed at the basket of fries in front of Jaime. “Are you going to eat those?”

Jaime slid the fries over to Bart.

“Oh my god,” Bart said, sounding a little choked up, “I love you so much. I will even let you eat some of these.”

“Am I nailing this boyfriend thing so far?” Jaime asked.

“Oh, totally, babe.”

Jaime nodded to himself. He was totally nailing this boyfriend thing.

“Ah, young love,” Michael said, getting up. He patted his pockets for a minute and then stopped. “I was going to pay, because I’m a mentor now, but I don’t know where my wallet is.”

“Don’t you own a quarter of Kord Industries or something?” Bart said.

“So! I’ll see you around, Blue, Blue’s boyfriend. Maybe you could help me out on a patrol or something. That’s what Green Arrow does with his kids, I think.”

“Sure, man,” Jaime said, deciding to throw him a bone. “See you around.”

Michael smiled brightly and then scribbled his number onto a napkin before leaving the diner, the bell tinkling behind him.

“Oh my gosh, did you see-” Bart started.

“His teeth!” Jaime finished.

Bart nodded aggressively, his auburn hair flopping. “I have never seen a man with more beautiful teeth. Well, except maybe yours.”

“You’ve got a pretty nice smile, too.” Jaime said, and reminded himself Bart couldn’t hear the way his heart fell out of its rhythm for a second.

“Yeah,” Bart said, leaning in, “Maybe we should compare notes.”

[zukuist]

stood you up [hcs]

“it sounds exactly as it looks like. they stood you up on a date, and they realize the damage.”

includes: todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, togata mirio (part one)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns used (quirk up to the imagination)

notes: ANGST 😳 IN MY BLOG?? never thought i’d see it but.. here we are. i plan on doing part 2 with other characters.

—

todoroki shouto

he wakes up on a saturday, as per usual.

and he’s kinda— no scratch that, he’s very irritated

because the other night— endeavor was bothering him about ‘not training properly’ and he was accusing him of slacking off.

which.. he’s not

his father also gave him a scolding (which lasted for hours.),

but nothing too bad. it was enough to make him irritated. so uh oh. todoroki’s really something else when he’s irritated.

and endeavor also blew up his phone with badly written text messages, telling him to train today.

so likely, he also woke up quite irritated.

he just wanted to drown himself in training and school work to forget about it.

completely forgetting the date HE said he’d take you on that afternoon, the date he planned a week before.

because he FINALLY got the courage to ask his crush aka you out. with the help of midoriya

like.. you pass him in the hallway— and before you were able to speak, he just kinda..

glared at you and walked away, not exchanging any words with you. he really needs to cool down

which was.. huh. 🤨 okay then. but you excused it because todoroki had a resting bitch face at some moments

it’s 5pm now, and he’s chilling in the common room— and he finally calmed down, and he’s back to his usual demeanor

midoriya walks in the common room, and he’s like “hey todoroki! how was the date with y/n?”

because midoriya helped orchestrate the date, he wanted to know

todoroki’s just like “fuck.” he forgot, and he also may have glared at you by accident.

realization is shown on his face, and midoriya is left apalled— begging him to “go find y/n quick!”

todoroki literally goes 🏃‍♂️💨 to the meeting place, which was the park in this case

and he can’t find you— so he scans the entire vicinity, and he can see you walking back to the dorm in a distance

immediately, he runs after you— calling for you to just wait and hear him out but you don’t turn back,

because you just want to lay in bed and sleep for 5 days

and besides.. he’s the last person you wanted to see right now

he grabs you, which makes him stop in place— “y/n, please just—”

“oh what now, listen? you were the one that asked me out, todoroki. and you just..” bitterness is in your tone, and he can’t even be mad.

your voice falters, and you were mad at first. but you’re just exhausted at this point

you guys haven’t spoke all day

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” he apologizes, looking at your appearance.

you look beautiful, and he just wasted it by forgetting the occasion. he doesn’t want to imagine what you’ve felt in the last several hours

“my father scolded me last night,” he grips on your hands, brushing his thumb on the back of your hand,

“and it was for a long time. and i was just so frustrated by it, i even looked at you weirdly and forgot about the entire date i planned out for weeks. and i’m sorry. i understand if you don’t want to—”

“just stop, okay?” he looks up, and you don’t seem that mad anymore. “i understand. i just wished you told me about it, y’know?”

it doesn’t seem enough, so he pulls you into a hug, “i’m sorry. may i.. take you out again tomorrow? i promise i’ll make it right.”

you give him a chance, after all— you know he truly cares about you.

midoriya izuku

in this case, y’all are already together

but he wanted to take you out on a date— because you guys have been so busy, that you just had no time for any proper dates

so.. he wanted to take you out during the break, finally relieved by the hectic activities for a day.

out of everyone here, he’s the least likely to forget things like dates, anniversaries, etc.

but izuku being that person that’s always like “i have to keep training and training to master this quirk!”

he might have gotten.. overboard with the training. making him completely forget about the entire occassion.

during days like this, he’ll try to split his time by training for 2 hours and studying for the same amount

but homeboy got distracted 💀

too distracted to the point he didn’t even look at the clock once

and now it’s nearly 5pm (y’all were supposed to have lunch at 12)

when he heads out to go get a glass of water in the kitchen, he runs into bakugou on the way

bakugou looked displeased. and he hasn’t seen him look this displeased since middle school

“aren’t you forgetting something?” he says that in his usual tone, and izuku can only stare at him questioning

“your shitty thing with y/n. they walked in here looking like someone shat in their cereal.”

oh no

how could he.. forget?

izuku immediately storms off to your floor, knocking on your door

“y/n? y/n, can we please talk?” his heart is racing with worry, and he’s not even sure if you’re gonna answer the door

you begrudgingly open the door, but you’re not facing him— you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore going out

and it looks like you’ve been crying

“dear,” izuku wants to console you, but you don’t want to recieve his hugs right now— especially after he stood you up

“this is our only day off, izuku.” you try to make your voice sound normal, but it’s not really working

“i know, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry y/n. i forgot about the entire thing while i was training, and i know i made you feel bad. i’m just so sorry.” he apologizes to you over and over again

you don’t look at him, so he cups your face with his calloused hands—

his touch soft on you as he wipes your tears “please talk to me.”

you huff, “i know how much you want to train your quirk, and be the best at all times. i’m not mad that you want to do that, but i just wished you spent time with me, even if it’s just for a minute.”

izuku listens, and you’re right. you guys haven’t been the best with quality time,

and it wasn’t fair of him to just go out and suddenly forget the date he arranged.

“i’m sorry.”

“stop apologizing,” you sigh, “just bring some snacks so we can watch that movie you’ve been raving about.”

his expression lights up, and he dashes downstairs to retrieve the items

oh and.. how bakugou knows about y’all’s date? he totally suggested it

togata mirio

mirio has always been the best boyfriend for you

never forgetting anything, infact- he’s usually the one that’s always early to the dates

because he’s so excited to hang out with you!

but because of his quite friendly nature, he’s practically a chick magnet

girls swarming him whenever they could, doesn’t even matter that they don’t have to date him— they just want to talk to him

and while he’s nice to these girls, he’s not disloyal to you at all— and that’s why you don’t mind it,

because you trust him

okay but.. you don’t mind it when girls swarm your boyfriend, until it gets in the way

like.. one time he was supposed to be at a date with you— but he got surprised by a bunch of girls

and not wanting to be rude to them, he entertained them

and he considered cutting the conversation short but.. they just kept going and going

until he’s an hour late. y’all were supposed to get lunch together.

eventually, the girls go away— which so happened to be around the time tamaki and nejire started looking for him.

“mirio!” nejire called out for him, tamaki right next to her “how was the— wait, did you have lunch with y/n?”

mirio blinks, and that’s when he realizes that he messed up.

tamaki sighs, and he can only pat his shoulder— “mirio, i k-know you’re a nice guy, but don’t let yourself get distracted.”

nejire can only agree, “afterall, y/n’s the one you’re dating, not those other people.”

they urge him to go find you, and when he does find you— you’re sitting on a bench, not looking amused at all.

“hi mirio,” you deadpan, “how were those girls you were talking to?”

mirio knows he messed up, he really does! “i’m so sorry, y/n!” he tries to explain himself “they got me.. carried away.”

“mirio, i know that you’re nice. i let them talk to you because i trust you. but when you go out and do things like this.. it’s strange! really.”

you want to not be angry, since this was bound to happen— possibly the day where mirio just forgets about you entirely

“i’m really sorry.” he sighs, disappointed with himself, “i really love you, and i’ll only ever date you! but i should’ve dismissed them much earlier.”

your gaze softens, and you cup his cheek with your hand “it’s okay, mirio. i’ll let it be just this once, but please promise me that it won’t happen again.”

mirio nods “yes, yes! i promise. it’ll never happen again.” he smiles, reassuring you

“now let’s get something to eat. i haven’t eaten yet.”

“right, right.” mirio laughs, the tense atmosphere dissipating

mirio tries to be more direct with dismissing them from now on, especially when he has to be somewhere with you.

—

©️izukulie 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not steal❕

[choibeomcute]

Hello, can you do first kiss with TXT?😊

Of course!!😇💘

Soobin

Soobin was soo excited for his date with you. The two of you had been going on dates for about two weeks now and it was your fourth date already! You both really liked each other clearly

you two had gone to the county fair, the movie theatre, a local shopping district, and now you were going to a local amusement park late at night

every date had moments that seemed like magic and the connection was so strong…yet Soobin was so shy. You weren’t sure if he’d ever make a move. You decided you would hold his hand today to see how he would react

you really wanted to go on a roller coaster with loops and twists throughout it and Soobin wanted to as well. It’s just when you both got to that ride he realized it was a lot taller and scarier than he had been expecting. He decided to play it cool and act tough because he is courageous like that…and he didn’t want to embarrass himself…and he’s an introvert so of course he was too shy to say no…

as you two got strapped in you grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight “soobin,” you said “if we don’t survive this, I just wanted to say you’re a wonderful guy, and hopefully I can call you my boyfriend too?” just as you said this soobin’s eyes lit up. He was shocked, but happy. And just then…he did something you never ever expected him to do too…he leaned in toward you and softly kissed you

…and just as he did the ride sprung off and went for a dive at a million miles per hour!! You could hear him screaming and you were screaming too, but not because of the roller coaster—because of the kiss

you smiled to yourself as your hair blew everywhere and the ride jerked your body against soobin’s. All you could think of was the soft feeling of his cute bunny nose pressing against yours when he kissed you and the plumpness of his charming lips

It was a great day indeed!

Yeonjun

Yeonjun’s friends noticed that he was always so different around you. He would stutter, forget simple things, become clumsy, and shy too. They would tease him when you weren’t looking and this would make yeonjun panic out of the fear of being too awkward around you

you had only ever hung out with yeonjun with his friends or your friends around so this was an exciting day for you. Your first one on one date with him! Or so you thought…

You two had decided to go to a local grassy park to have a picnic in the sun. You brought a big plaid blanket to lay out and yeonjun made a basket full of snacks and sandwiches and fruits

“Oh my! Yeonjun this is beautiful!” you exclaimed as you hugged him “you did such a great job with this! The food looks delicious.” Yeonjun blushed and as he felt his cheeks get hot he reached for his water to drink some quickly

That’s when he decided to lay back on the blanket…but as he moved his body closer to the ground he heard a sudden wispy noise that he didn’t like. A bee had been waiting in the grass behind him…no…a wasp! The wasp stung Yeonjun’s neck and left a vicious bite too

As yeonjun screamed out in pain you rushed to his attention. “Are you okay?! Jun!! What happened? Is that a sting?? And a bite???!” Now yeonjun was really embarrassed

“It’s—it’s nothing…ah!…” he said feeling the wound with his fingers. You inched closer to him and held his neck gently. “You poor thing,” you said looking at his saddened face. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, he just kept staring down into the grass

“Don’t worry Yeonjun,” you said reaching for your purse “I have bandaids!” You handed him a pink hello Kitty bandaid from your bag as he looked up finally. “Wh—what?” he laughed taking the bandaid “I can’t take this! This is a special bandaid! Don’t waste such a cute bandaid on me” he said holding in another chuckle

You tisked and opened the wrapper to place it on his neck. Carefully, you grabbed a couple ice cubes from your water and chilled the wound before sticking the bandaid on. “Are you all better now?” you said clearly still worried about him. “I’m perfectly fine,” he replied smiling

You didn’t trust his answer. Slowly, you leaned in closer to him again and kissed the bandaid on his neck. “I hope that makes it at least a little better,” you whispered

Yeonjun couldn’t take it anymore. He quickly leaned into you as well and grabbed your face kissing your lips passionately

All of the sudden you heard…cheering?? The two of you turned around to see his friends having their own picnic a couple trees away watching the two of you…yes..yeonjun was once again very embarrassed

Beomgyu

You and Beomgyu were classmates and had third period chemistry together. Of course, you were paired as lab partners. You didn’t know each other really, but everyone always giggled when you two worked together in that class.

Everyone had been gossiping about the two of you saying how cute you’d be as a couple and wishing you two would date “ahhh they would be such a beautiful couple” one girl whispered to her friend. Her friend squealed at the thought “I wish they’d just date already,” she said with a sigh

even though talk like this was spreading like wildfire across campus, you and Beomgyu had no idea about any of it

Usually the both of you were very loud and outgoing and goofy during school, but when placed together, you both fell silent

He gave you butterflies, which was embarrassing for you considering this made it hard to show him your personality to charm him

“Beomgyu,” you said quietly. He seemed lost in his thought. His glasses were on so he was very much focused. “Beomgyu,” you said again this time poking his arm. “B…Beomgyu?!” you said now confused. You leaned closer to him to get a look at his face…and…he was asleep

“Hey!” you exclaimed holding back a laugh. “Beomgyu? You sleepyhead!” you patted his arm again not being able to contain your laughter anymore. “Beomgyu!!” You shook his body side to side. “Huh?!” he mumbled while slowly waking up

“I was going to ask you if you understood question seven in our lab,” you said with a grin. “But I guess you were a bit sleepy.” Beomgyu looked around and scrunched his hair with his hand “oh wow…I guess so,” he said now rubbing his eyes from under his glasses

You tilted your head to look him at his face straight on and in the moment you caught yourself admiring his handsome face. Just then, the bell rang and you both jumped up to leave class

as you both rose from your seats, you turned around to swing your backpacks on, but as you did, you slammed the backpacks into each other as you turned in the opposite directions to get out of your chairs

“Agh, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled while helping you get steady on your feet again. “I’m okay!” you said while still a bit flustered by the backpack impact

as you tried to leave your seat again, this time carefully, you walked around the chair and toward the hall. Just then, you got a tap on your shoulder. “Um, Y/N?” said a familiar voice. “Beomgyu?” you said as you turned to see the tall boy who had the dreamiest face…

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for…for about a month now..actually I’m sorry that’s a lie. It’s been years. Actually I’ve wanted to tell you this since the fourth grade…” he rambled on “I really really like you,” he said with a deep breath. He stared down at you with a look of fear and relief in his eyes

As you processed what he had just confessed, your eyes made their way up his body and back to his eyes again. “I—I like you too…” you said quietly. Your cheeks turned rosy as you saw him smile. “Well then,” he said reaching out his hand “I guess you’re my little girlfriend now,” he said cheekily as he patted your head

He began to skip away down the hall, but then he turned around and approached you again. “I almost forgot!” he said laughing to himself. Then, he leaned down to your face and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Okay! That’s better! See you after school!” he shouted as he ran to his next class

Huening Kai

Huening Kai was a bit nervous today. That’s because today was Wednesday, and on Wednesdays he helped other hybe trainees with their charisma and facial expressions. He hadn’t chose to do this, but Hitman Bang insisted he was the man for the job. There was one trainee he was especially fond of however, and that was you.

Every time you came in to the dance room and stood in front of the mirror, he felt his palms begin to sweat and his heart race faster and faster. You were just so beautiful, his heart couldn’t take it. He felt all shaky when you’d make eye contact with him and when he had to help you one-on-one…well he would panic inside

“Today we are going to learn how to make a sexy face,” Kai said while demonstrating. His class made “ooos” and “ahhhs” at his charisma. “I’m going to have each of you show me your best seductive look one by one okay?” he said lining the trainees up along the dance bar

Kai had been dreading this moment for many reasons. Number one being that he had to look you in the eyes as you glared at him sexily, and number two being that he’d have to critique you even if you were good enough

you were last in the lineup and there was barely any time left in class. This was the last activity of the day. As Kai approached you, the other students watched and waited for your move

“Ahhh…I’m sorry,” you said covering your face “I—I’ve never tried to be sexy before,” you said as your cheeks turned pink

Kai was trying his very best to hold in his feelings. Your cuteness was just too much to handle. Be professional, Kai…come on…

you moved your hands away from your face and looked up at Huening Kai who seemed to tower over you with a look of curiosity in his eyes

you raised your eyebrows and pouted your lips while holding your gaze on Kai’s eyes. You opened your lips slightly and gave a subtle lick with a wink

the other students began to laugh as they watched Kai’s reaction

his ears were completely beet red…his eyes were so wide they looked like saucers…and his voice was…gone. He was silent as he stared down at your doe eyes

Right then a student announced that the training session was over and the trainees had to go to their lunch

you approached Kai as he moved his papers and binder around to pack up his things. “Kai sunbaenim,” you said quietly. His back was turned to you as he organized his things quickly. You raised an eyebrow and tapped his broad shoulder. “Kai sunbae?” you whispered

he turned around and stared you right in the eyes “what is it?” he said clearly frustrated. Your eyes welled up with tears “I’m sorry,” you squeaked “did I do something wrong??” You began to sob and cover your face with your hands

Immediately Kai’s expression broke down. His face softened and he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m sorry!” he said rubbing your back “you did nothing wrong,” he reassured you. “I’m just tired today!” he said “that’s all!”

you pulled away from his hug and looked up into his brown eyes “are—are you *sniffle* sure?” you said breathing messily

“100% sure,” he replied with a small smile “you’re just really good at that sexy face…”he continued looking away at the floor of the studio “and I guess I just kinda was impressed is all.”

You raised your eyebrows and felt more tears coming “you really mean it?” you said as a tear rolled down your plump cheek. You moved back into Kai’s chest to hug him again and smelled the warm cinnamon scent of his clothes. He smelled really good

Huening Kai pulled away this time and he looked down into your eyes deep in thought. As he did so, he felt himself getting closer and closer to you, then without thinking, he pressed his lips to yours and began to make out with you

You felt your cheeks turn hot as you felt his soft lips pulling at yours and the sweet slick of his mouth as he moved against yours

Taehyun

you and Taehyun had just saw a movie at the theatres. It was getting dark outside and he was walking you home

“Did you like it?” asked Taehyun with a nervous smile

“It was great!” you said “I loved that movie. I’d see it again for sure…the main characters were such a cute couple,” you said looking up at him as you walked alongside him

Taehyun smiled to himself and looked down at his shoes as he walked “you think they were good together?” he asked trying to continue the conversation. You nodded and laughed. “Are you nervous?” you asked him as you patted his arm to make him feel more comfortable

“No no!” he said reassuring you “I’m just…I need to tell you something,” he said stopping in his tracks. He stood in front of you looking you right in the eyes with his own dreamy doe eyes. “Y/N…I really like you. I like you so much that I’d rather call you my girlfriend than my friend. I wanted to know if you agree that we should be a couple? If that’s okay?” he was scratching the back of his neck nervously and waifing for your response

“Of course!” you said beaming. You moved closer to him and stood up slightly taller on your tippy toes. Your noses pressed to each other and soon your lips clasped to each other. He was just so handsome and dreamy and everything you could ever want. The kiss was almost magical. You never wanted to go a day without kissing him again