#also the curls from the back are dreamy af

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A Timely Reminder

Summary: Prof!Spencer has been thinking about having sex in his office for a while now. Reader helps him make it happen. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: smut, 18+ (minors DNI)

Warnings/Includes: established relationship, exhibitionism, light sub!spencer (but really just whipped!spencer), oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, insecure!reader, jealous!reader, loud af!spencer, v light hand over mouth action

Word count: 4k

a/n: Because this Tuesday has been hot garbage... have a treat. An anon asked me if reader was a switch... here’s your answer. Also because we already got to see Spencer be jealous af, we deserved to have jealous reader, too. ♥️

a/n 2: This is a companion to the latest chapter of my series, but it can mostly stand alone! All you need to know is it’s an established relationship and she’s been invited to visit him at the university. 

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Y/N watched from her seat outside his office as a student slipped out through Spencer’s half-open door— looking positively dreamy. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the next girl stepped in the office. 

It took another twenty minutes for the final two students to finish their visits. When the last coed made her way out the door and down the hall, Y/N stood and smoothed down the skirt of her dress. She crossed the hallway and peered into his office, knocking on the door frame.

Spencer raised his head with a panicked look, his face softening into relief when he saw it was her. “Hey. Close the door,” he begged.

Y/N stepped into his office and closed the door quietly behind her. She finally took a look around the space— fairly small but tastefully decorated. The wall across from her was one enormous bookcase, filled to capacity, of course. Light filtered in from a single window, and his mahogany desk sat on the far wall, accompanied by a wingback leather office chair. Behind his desk was a low shelf lined with a globe, some other trinkets, and a plethora of picture frames. 

“Sorry that took so long.” He ran a hand over his face. “I don’t know why my office hours are always so busy.”

She hummed, crossing to the gigantic bookshelf. “No?”

“No,” he confirmed exasperatedly. “No one else has that many students at their office hours. I asked.”

She laughed a little. “You asked?”

“Well, yeah.” He drew his brows together. “I don’t know if my syllabus is confusing, or if I’m— not clear enough in my lectures, maybe?” He ran both hands through his hair and leaned back in his chair. “But there are always so many questions, and I mean— there are no stupid questions, but…” He sighed. “Sometimes the questions are stupid.”

She did laugh at that, full and loud. “Well, if my professors looked like Dr. Spencer Reid, I imagine I’d come up with a litany of questions, too. Stupid or otherwise.”

He was quiet, and she ran her finger along the book she was studying rather intently. She felt him moving toward her more than heard it, felt his eyes on her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, instead pretending to peruse the titles in front of her. 

“Are you— are you jealous?” he asked incredulously. 

“No,” she defended, a little too quickly and voice a little too high.

“It’s okay if you are. Jealousy is— it’s a very normal human emotion.” He cleared his throat. “It’s, um— it’s kind of hot, actually.”

She rolled her eyes, but truthfully, his confession made her feel a little bit better. He put a hand on her waist to turn her to face him, and she could feel her cheeks burning— hoped he couldn’t see it. She couldn’t quite meet his eyes, instead staring at a spot on the wall behind his head. 

“But you know you have no reason to be, right?” He cupped a gentle hand under her chin, finally brought her eyes to his. “Why would I be interested in girls when I already have a woman?”

He leaned in to press his mouth to hers, soft and sweet. Then his hand was back on her waist and pulling her flush against him, drawing a small gasp from her mouth that had him deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue. His mouth was hot and hungry, moving over hers with a quiet desperation. He slid his free hand to the nape of her neck, fisted it in her hair and tugged. 

She sucked in a breath and bit a little harshly on his bottom lip, moving a hand up to grasp at his forearm. He pulled out of the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, chest already heaving. His voice was raspy when he warned, “The door doesn’t lock.”

“Okay,” she whispered. 

“But I’ve kind of… been thinking about this for a while,” he admitted, dragging the tip of his nose along her cheek.

She swallowed. “Mm, what— what’ve you been thinking about?”

“You, always.” His breath was hot on her ear, and now he had both hands on her hips. He used them to push her gently back into the bookshelf. “But specifically, I’ve been thinking about fucking you in here.”

“Oh,” she breathed, tangling her fingers in the curls at the back of his neck. 

“Yeah.” He ghosted his mouth over her neck, dragged his teeth a little to make her shiver. “Would that be okay?”

She tilted her head back to bare more of her neck to him, and he closed his mouth over her pulse point, sucking wetly. He slid his leg between hers, lifted his thigh to press against her, and she could feel her underwear sticking to the wetness already gathering there. Her breath caught in her throat as she ground down on his leg. He sucked hard on her neck before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot and lifting his head to look at her. 

“Do you wanna do that?” he asked again.

“God, I— yeah,” she nodded.

He brought his hand up to stroke this thumb along her cheek. “You’re sure?”

The knowledge that he’d been thinking about being with her in this space was more than a little overwhelming. His gaze was earnest and lustful, and she knew he was telling the truth— that she had no reason to be jealous, that he was always thinking of her. His declaration didn’t quite douse the fire of her insecurity, but at least it wasn’t burning quite so hot. And the idea that she could bring this fantasy to life, make sure his head was full of her whenever he sat at his desk or pulled a book off this shelf— that was almost too much. “Yes. Very sure.”

His mouth was on hers almost before she got the words out, his tongue sliding against hers. He brought both hands to the hem of her dress, hiking it up and slipping his hands underneath to grab at her ass, pulling her closer. He turned and walked her backwards toward his desk, bringing their entwined bodies around the corner of it, pushing her back, and half-hoisting her to sit on top. 

His warm hands trailed along her inner thighs, pushing up the fabric of her dress and forcing her legs apart. He stepped in between them and attached his mouth to her neck once more, sucking and licking and nipping a path along where her dress cut low in between her breasts. 

“What did you think about?” she breathed, winding her fingers into his hair. “What’s your fantasy, professor?” He bit down a little harshly where his mouth had been sucking. “You want me on my knees for you?”

He lifted his head and stepped even closer, bringing his hands to her hips and pulling her ass to the edge of the desk. “No. I want to be the one on my knees.”

With that, he dropped down in front of her, eye level with her pussy. He looked up at her from his place on the floor, laying his hands flat along the tops of her thighs and pushing her dress up to her waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and she lifted her hips to allow him to pull them down.

She watched as he brought them up to his nose, briefly inhaling and then folding them up into a neat square. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and placed them inside, closing the drawer and then looking up at her from under his lashes. She could barely breathe. 

He started at her ankles, taking one gently in his hands and kissing a warm path up to her knee, and then crossing over to the other side and back down.

“So soft,” he murmured, dragging his open mouth along her shin. He ghosted his fingers over her legs, pulling them up over his shoulders and settling in between her thighs.

He pressed featherlight kisses along her inner thighs, and she sucked in a breath as he inched closer to where she really wanted him. “Don’t tease, Spence.” 

She could feel his smile against her skin, and she brought her hand up to wrap his curls around her fingers, tugging a little harder than she normally would. “I’m not asking.”

He let out a moan that vibrated across her skin, and she tightened her grip on his hair. She pulled him against her, and finally he sealed his lips around her clit, sucking gently. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a soft whine. “Mmhmm, there you go.”

He wrapped his hands over the tops of her thighs, using his grip to hold her even more firmly against his mouth as he sucked and swirled his tongue around her clit. He brought his tongue to a point and flicked it rapidly against her, and she had to bring her other hand to his hair as well, holding tight. “Shit, baby, just like that.”

She used her hands in his hair to hold him still as she rolled her hips against his face, and his quiet groans had her heart flipping in her chest. “Fuck,” she breathed out. “Never met another man who loves eating pussy this much.” 

He nodded as best he could between the press of her thighs. “Use your fingers, professor,” she demanded. She smiled when he immediately complied, bringing one hand off where he was holding her against his face and trailing it between her legs. He shifted his mouth back to her clit, circling it with his tongue as he began to press his middle finger into her. 

She tightened her grip on his hair and held back a moan. “I said fingers, Spencer. I know you love to drag it out, but we don’t have time.”

He whined but added his index finger, slipping them into her and curling them up immediately. She had to clamp her mouth shut to stifle the moan that threatened to echo off the walls of the office as he began to fuck into her, dragging his fingers against that spot inside her on every out-stroke. 

He hummed around her clit as he thrust his fingers inside and then sucked as he dragged them out, over and over and over again, his plush lips covered in her arousal and working magic over her cunt. The sound of how wet she was had them both groaning a little too loud for their current venue, and then she was coming with his name on her tongue. 

He didn’t let up after she was finished, still lapping at her entrance and pressing kisses to every inch of her pussy, whining and moaning against her like a man starved. “How are you so good at that, hm?” she gasped. “Had a lot of practice?”

She opened her eyes, slightly unfocused as he worked her to another orgasm, much less intense but still just as good. And then her gaze fell on the shelf behind him, and for the first time she noticed that the picture frames were filled with… her. 

She finally tugged him off by his hair when his mouth became too much, and as he pressed gentle kisses to her thighs, she counted eight different framed pictures of the two of them. There were also pictures of him and the team, his mom, and the boys. But the vast majority of them were of her. 

There was one of her sipping coffee at Soho— from their first official date there. Another of her smiling against the backdrop of the arboretum. One where she was tucked under his arm with his lips pressed to her cheek. Another still where he was hugging her tight in front of the Smithsonian. 

She let out a long breath and then looked down to see him watching her, and her breath caught in her throat. No one had ever looked at her the way he did, and she knew that she really, really had nothing to worry about. “C’mere.”

Spencer scrambled up off his knees, crowding in close and pressing a sloppy kiss to her mouth. Their tongues slid together, and she tasted herself as he brought his clean hand up to her face. Her hands made their way to his ass, pulling him flush against her, and his hips jolted forward and she could feel his erection clear as day. He groaned and rolled his hips against her, and she smiled against his mouth. 

“So hard, baby,” she praised, pressing another kiss to his mouth. “You love being on your knees, huh?”

He hummed in confirmation, and she trailed a line of kisses down his jaw, then his neck. When she reached the collar of his shirt, she brought her hands up to loosen his tie. “You were so good for me.” She got the tie undone and dropped it on the desk. Then she popped the first two buttons on his shirt, dragging her mouth along the column of his throat. “You wanna fuck me now?”

“Yes, yes, please.” 

She dragged her hands down his chest and began to work on his belt. When that was undone and hanging loose, she popped the button on his trousers and lowered his zipper, then palmed him through his underwear. 

“You’re such a pretty boy, Spence,” she breathed. “You know that’s why they come to your office hours, right? Because you’re so pretty.” She squeezed a little where he was so hard and leaking from the tip. “They’re hoping maybe you’ll fuck them over this desk.”

Spencer’s eyes went wide. “Y/N, I would never—”

“I know, baby. I know,” she assured, cupping his cheek in her hand. “You probably never even thought about it.” 

“I don’t.” His voice was a little bit desperate, like he was afraid she didn’t believe him. “I only think a-about you. I— I’m always thinking about you, even when I probably shouldn’t be.”

“Mm, I’d say ‘sorry,’ but... I’m really, really not.” She brought her hands to his hips, forcing his trousers and underwear down over his ass to let his cock spring free. “Is that why you’re keeping my panties? To help you out when you’re thinking about me in here?” 

“Y-yes.” He watched as she dragged her palm over her slick entrance, and then brought her wet hand to circle around his dick. “Oh my god,” he whispered. 

“How do you wanna fuck me? Wanna bend me over your desk?” His fingers dug into her hips as she pumped his cock, and he shook his head. “No? You want me to blow you?” His hips jerked forward into the tight circle of her hand, but he shook his head again. “Then tell me what you want, Spence.”

His flush had traveled all the way down his chest, pretty and red and sweaty. His gaze was settled on her fingers wrapped around his cock. “Can you, um— can you ride me?”

She smiled and then gave him one last stroke and dropped herself off the edge of the desk. She hummed and stepped closer to him, grasping his chin and pulling him down into a hot, possessive kiss. “Should have known you’d want me on top,” she teased.

She leaned down to his desk drawer. “Do you have condoms in here, too?” She opened it and retrieved her panties, wiping off her hand on them and then folding them back up and replacing them in the drawer. 

He whimpered at the sight and then fumbled in the pocket of his suit coat, slung over the back of the chair. She raised an eyebrow. “Do you always have one in there?”

“No,” he defended, ripping open the wrapper and rolling it on. “Only when I know you’re gonna be around.”

He moved to sit on the desk, shoving the student essays and extra papers haphazardly out of the way to make room for her. She stepped in between his knees and laughed a little at the way he reached for her. She kissed him quickly before climbing up onto the desk, shifting around him and cursing under her breath. “You’ve picked possibly the most awkward position for this fantasy.”

“We— we can do it another way or— or not at all if—”

“Just—” she put a finger up to his lips “—shut up and make sure I don’t fall off the desk?”

He smiled a little sheepishly and grasped her hips, and she clung to his shoulders as she got situated over top of his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. He wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her and leaned in to press their mouths together. “Thank you for making this work,” he mumbled. 

She kissed him again and then rolled her hips down over his cock, pulling a whine from the back of his throat. She did it again just to tease him, and then reached between their bodies to line him up. 

His grip tightened around her waist as she began to sink down on him, and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. The stretch from this angle was always more intense, and it had her gasping out his name as he bottomed out. He rubbed his hands soothingly over her lower back as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her, pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder and keeping as still as possible. 

She finally let out a breath and circled her hips, and Spencer sunk his teeth into her shoulder. “You feel so good, so fucking thick.”

She got into her rhythm quickly, mindful of the fact that she was riding her boyfriend in his office in the middle of the day with an entire university just on the other side of a flimsy door. She worked her hips over his cock, bouncing on him and ignoring the burn in her thighs. She dropped down and he held her hips in place, grinding himself deep. She buried her face in his neck and tried to hold back the obscene moan that threatened to escape. 

Spencer didn’t bother to do the same, letting out a groan that reverberated in her eardrums and throughout the small space. She clapped her hand over his mouth and lifted her hips slightly, pulling back to whisper, “Jesus, shh— you’re so loud, Spence. Gonna get us caught.”

His eyes slammed shut and he fucked up into her, whining underneath her hand. Her eyes widened a little as he continued moaning into her palm. She rolled her hips down hard, forcing him deep, and he cried out again. 

“You want that?” she asked. “You want somebody to hear us? Want them to know you’re fucking me in here?”

He didn’t answer, just gripped her hips a little tighter and used what little leverage he had to thrust his hips roughly into her. She kept her hand over his mouth and leaned forward, partially to bring her lips closer to his ear and partially to find that perfect angle. “You want them to know I belong to you?”

He whined pathetically against her hand, and she circled her hips and kept him deep, moaning quietly into his ear. “Or is this about who you belong to?”

She felt his dick twitch where it was buried inside her, and he nodded frantically. She began to rock her hips forward and back, her breath hitching. “Is that why you have all these pictures of me?” she asked, and she saw his eyes shift to the shelf behind her. 

“You don’t think about fucking them, but they think about you.” She punctuated the thought with a slow roll of her hips. “You want them to know that you’re mine?” 

He brought his eyes back to hers, and there was a softness there that made her chest ache. She removed her hand to cover his mouth in a kiss, and he brought his hands up to cup her face, licking into her mouth and trying desperately to prove his loyalty. 

She broke out of the kiss and rolled her hips again. He kept one hand on her face and moved the other to wrap around her dress and keep her seated. She threw her head back as he rocked his hips to have his cock bumping against that spot inside her. He repeated the motion, bringing her closer to orgasm with every shift of his hips. 

She came with another gasp of his name, riding out her high and clenching around him. He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking at the exposed skin. She continued the movement of her hips, working her sensitive cunt over his cock. “I don’t think they’re taking the hint, professor. Did you want to give them another reminder?”

He nodded, surging up to kiss her and then planting his feet to help drive himself up into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned forward into him as his hips began to falter. He grasped her ass and gave one final rough thrust, whining high and long into her mouth as he came. 

She began to press soft kisses to his nose, his cheek, his jaw. He wrapped his arms back around her waist and then hugged her close, panting into her neck as he came down. She rubbed one hand over his back and smoothed the other over his curls, gently twirling the hair at the back of his neck. He gave her one more squeeze before loosening his arms and lifting his head, his eyes dazed and practically sparkling. 

“Wow,” he breathed. 

She laughed. “I can tell you that this is not where I thought I’d end up today.” She lifted off of him and clutched a little at his arms as she navigated off the desk. She sucked in a breath as her feet made it to the floor, her knees and thighs already screaming. “I bet your fan club wouldn’t be this sore,” she joked. 

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him, bringing his free hand up to brush her hair back. “There’s nothing to bet on, because that’s never going to happen.” He cradled her face in both hands. “You know that, right?” 

She covered his hands with her own, rubbing her thumbs over the soft skin. “I know.”

“Good.” He leaned forward to press their mouths together, unbelievably soft and sweet in comparison to the way it had been just a few minutes ago. “I love you the most.”

“Agree to disagree,” she whispered. She pressed one more kiss to his lips and then stepped out of his embrace. “Now, put that thing away before we actually do get caught.”

He gaped at her, fighting a grin as he tied off the condom and tucked himself back into his pants. She retrieved his tie from where she had discarded it earlier and dragged it from her knee all the way up to her inner thigh under her dress, cleaning herself up as much as she could.

She lifted her head to see him staring at her, his mouth hanging open. “You don’t mind, do you? I figured it was an even trade since you’re keeping my underwear.” She dropped the messy tie into her bag and draped the strap over her shoulder, tilting her head innocently. 

He lunged forward to crash their mouths together, and she clutched at his waist. “You are so fucking hot,” he mumbled, nipping at her bottom lip. 

“Mmhm, and don’t you forget it.”

“I’m literally incapable of forgetting it.” He kissed her again. “Thank fuck.” 

She laughed and used a light hand to push him off her, taking a second to take stock of his appearance. She fixed the tuck of his shirt and smoothed a few rogue curls back into place. He looked decidedly fucked out, sweaty and flushed all the way down his chest, his sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons still undone… and she couldn’t bring herself to be bothered. 

He held his hand out to her and smiled radiantly when she accepted it and laced their fingers together. “I was thinking we could get a late lunch?” he offered. 

“Sounds perfect.” 

He grabbed his suit coat and his bag, and they crossed to the door together. He opened it and allowed her to step out into the hallway, following close behind. She swung their hands a little as they made their way down the hall. “That was so fun. Thanks for letting me come.”

Spencer choked on air, looking surreptitiously around the hallway. She laughed brightly and squeezed his hand. “Funny how you’re so modest all of a sudden. Thanks for letting me come visit, professor.”

They walked out together into the quad, hand in hand, and with more than one pair of eyes on them.

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A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop: Chapter 1: Something Tender Inside

Pairing: eventual Ezra (Prospect film) x f!reader

Rating: T for now. Soft AF.

Warnings: None.

A/N: @grogusmum put the idea of bookkeeper Ezra in my head and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. (Although, I can’t stop thinking about Ezra just in general.) If y’all like it, his may be a soft little slow-burn series, not much will happen, just a pile of fluff to curl up with when you need something disgustingly soooooooooooft and chewy and dreamy (or if you’re @cannedsoupsucks and need a little Ezra + books to help you through a migraine). This is set a couple of years or so after the events of the film.

Summary: You’ve passed by this bookshop a hundred times. But today, Ezra convinces you to enter.

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The book is a work of art. Red binding, gold lettering, scrollwork. The Streamer Girl. When was the last time you sat down and read something new? Held a beautiful volume like that in your hands and smelled the pages? Watched the curling script fall over sentences and create worlds in your head? It might do you good, just to take an evening to let your mind wander away from things. You’ve been low for far too long. It really isn’t good for your health to fixate on your failures over and over….

But not this book. Not this expensive looking book in this quaint little bookshop window. You’ve passed by this shop a hundred times, meant to check it out, but tore yourself away. You had books back at your workshop you could read again. Points were scarce and new books were a luxury you weren’t able to justify at the moment. You knew if you ever entered the shop it would just break your heart for not being able to bring them all home with you. And so you usually tucked your head down and moved on. But today, that unexpected transmission from your ex…. You made bad choices, babe, told you you’d be sorry….You were in a haze of self-doubt and not really paying attention to your errands and this little red book just caught your eye. Took you on a stream-of-consciousness tangent. Screamed out “you need a little escape.”

What was this place called again? You’ve been staring at the book in thought for a few minutes now and when you lift your eyes to read the sign above the door, you jump when you catch instead the eyes of someone on the other side of the glass who’s obviously been watching you. Crooked smile under a rough mustache. Patch of blonde hair over one temple among a thatch of brown. He’s got a canvas apron on, must work here. Leaning forward over the window display not a foot away from your face. How long has he been there? Weirdo.

You huff a short laugh and give him the universal look of “you scared the shit out of me, buddy,” which only causes the smile to creep up further on one side of his face. He jerks his head, “come on in.” And you throw a smile that doesn’t travel up to your eyes and wave your hands, “no, just looking, sorry” and start to move on.

But as you pass the door, he’s leaning out, calling apologetically. “It seems you are in want of a good book, gentle wanderer. The volume you were sizing up is indeed a fine choice.” You might just harden, wave him off and pass by, but now that the door is half-cracked, there’s the whisper of a pull to enter the shop. There’s also something warm in his tone, a fringeling twang that you’re a sucker for, something you don’t hear often on Kassiot.

“Ah, thank you. I was just looking.”

“I could see that. You were looking, but you were also wanting. How many times have you passed by this establishment and fought within your fine person the want to come in and explore?”

He...has an eccentric way of speaking that you find both fascinating and a bit of a red flag. If you stop for a conversation, you might find yourself trapped with someone you can’t nicely break away from. But you also can’t resist a character and make the decision to engage with thinly veiled amusement.

“How do you know this isn’t my first time seeing this shop?”

“Well, I could answer that, but it might betray the amount of time I spend looking out of windows.”

“Hm. Sounds like a lot.”

“Enough to notice.”

Wait. What does that mean? Has this guy been watching you? Is it time to get confrontational? “Yeah? What have you noticed.”

“It is the nature of the human beast to detect the gaze of a face that turns their way, as yours does toward these windows ‘most every afternoon. You’re the one whose eyes linger when her feet will not. But today, they did. And here you are.”

Something in this sincere, poetic reflection softens you, tugs at you. Like he hears a yearning within that you thought was quieter than it was. But it’s not his job to analyze you. It’s his job to sell his wares. 

“Honestly...I love books. I do. I just...it’s a luxury I can’t afford right now. And this is just the kind of shop I think would ruin me.” You look up to the sign--The Queen’s Lair--and behind him to the dark wood paneling and high ceilings and chaotic but tightly-packed shelves, exactly the type of shop you’d wrap around yourself for comfort, but would feel guilty about spending hours in without buying anything.

The man smiles again, this time not so crooked, but it crinkles his eyes and throws a light into them. “Well then, you’re in luck! We have a traders and borrower’s policy here--nobody should go without a story in their clutch if they are in need.” He steps out to open the door for you, and it’s here that you notice his right sleeve is neatly folded and pinned up over a missing arm. “If you would be so kind.”

You might have said no. But he’s the one asking your favor, asking to be the one to serve you, with that dialect and some kind of rough charm…. And so you step in.

It’s exactly as you feared, dense rows to get lost in, narrow passages weaving back Kevva knows how far, wandering paths lined with books from floor to heaven, shelves higher than can be reached. But above that, the ceiling is painted deep blue with gold stars.

He notices you gasp a little at the detail. “My niece’s embellishment. Insisted on it. Enchanting, are they not? You’ll want to step over this way. I’ll ask you to mind the stacks, if you would.”

You barely hear your footsteps on the floor as the space is so muffled, so softly deadened of all harsh noises by the masses of bound paper all around you, nothing but the welcome creaks of the wooden floorboards. There’s something in the air that’s giving off a clean smell over all the leather and old paper, something of fresh--you spy jars of fillianweed in some of the corners and on shelves. Of course. Filianweed is poisonous to book mites. Lightly fragrant and useful. The little jars stuffed all around give the shop a bit of an arcane apothecary feel.

He leads you over to a small side room of the store with books stacked up in piles on the floor, the shelves mostly empty but with a few loose volumes haphazardly thrown on. Looks like he’s in the middle of a re-shelving project here. You’re barely able to squeeze in next to him, a little closer than you’d like, being that you seem to be the only two in the shop. He’s a large-ish man, a little backwater roughness in him, but he doesn’t come off as untrustworthy. In fact, you feel oddly safe around him. He’s not what you would expect in a place like this. Seems too sturdy. Built for harder labor. Which, you suppose, could be lifting and staking books after all.

His voice brings you back to the matter at hand.

“This is the kipper’s room,” he gestures to the piles, “I hope you’ll forgive its not-so-temporary disorder. Volumes tend to come and go fairly regularly here and I have not had the time or help of late to make it more presentable. But you’re welcome to skitter things around at your discretion.” He picks up an impressive amount of books with his one broad hand and plops them on a shelf, uncovering a paperback that he grabs and wags at you, gesturing as he speaks. “Initiates can take a book from this room free of charge. If I never see it again, well, that’s on me. But you can return it for trade or bargaining. You do that enough times, and I’ll discount a newer model for you. You bring in more, well, then we’ll have a spirited conversation regarding worthwhile compensation.”

“Really? You just...give books away.”

“Well, if you can learn to look past an inelegant cover, you just might find something tender inside. As you can see, many of these are well-loved and worth more for their stories than for their looks. Hard to sell. Probably been on many a freighter trip. But a book’s a book. I’m not going to turn one away to the scrap heap if it means another soul might find some comfort in it. Now if it’s the one you’re pining for in the window, I don’t currently have that particular story on loan at the moment, but this one,” he hands you the paperback, tapping a finger on the cover, “may be on the same cue. Little mystery, little adventure, but a bit more of a...ripened theme. It’s got a hell of a love story will knock you back on your softer sections.”

You feel your stomach twist and you breathe out a nervous laugh to cover it. “Oh no. Thanks. Ah...I can’t do anything with romance right now.”

He’s quiet for a second, his eyes sinking into the slightest sad squint as his bottom lip purses his mouth and mustache up. Damn. That was revealing too much and now this peculiar man is pitying you. I don’t know you, sir, please don’t ask questions…..

But just as you’re about to backpedal and make unsteady excuses, he quickly lifts the book away in as much motion now as he was stock still just moments ago. “Okay. Then may I suggest--” he bobs his head searching a couple of stacks before grabbing and moving a few handfuls off one to uncover a smaller, less worn book. “This one starts off on an amorous note, but let me assure you, the man is a scoundrel and it does not take long for the heroine to kick him cleanly aside and find a more heartening adventure.”

The book fits into your hands like it was made for you to read. The Shillytern. The blue cover just shows a picture of a fairy tern, a tiny bird native to Kassiot, one that can fly over oceans without rest, but makes its nests in high places, building them out of rare purple bellflowers. There’s an old Kassiot song about a fairy tern that grows tired of purple flowers and flies out over the ocean to find those of pure white, never to be seen again. Rather than assume the bird has died, the lyrics imagine that she triumphantly finds a land of white flowers and better mates. An old classic for heartbroken lovers. Fly away, shillytern, go follow your heart’s desire. You haven’t seen a fairy tern or heard that song since you were a child and the picture twists a nostalgic dial within you. Happier memories. A means of escape.

You nod. This is the one you’ll take. “Do I need to fill out a loan card or something?”

He throws his head back just a little, his smile cocky enough to hold pride that he’s picked out the right book for you, but also kind--he’s happy to have been of service. “Not at all. Just need your name.” His voice is low and soothing; for someone who just met you, he genuinely seems to care and know that you’re not having the best day. He holds out his hand to you. 

If you can learn to look past an inelegant cover, you just might find something tender inside.

You slip yours within his. But not with your opposite as in a handshake. Something grateful comes over you and you take his hand like a friend and squeeze it, give him your name and thank him, surprising yourself with this strangely intimate and awkward gesture in this cramped space. 

His hand is warm and dry from handling books, it circles yours greedily, burying it, dwarfing it within his sturdy fingers. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But you don’t care because this man magically appeared out of nowhere and just gave you something you didn’t even realize you desperately needed today. Just a small thing, just a book, the hint of a memory, the promise of a little tranquility, the invitation to enter an environment that closes around you like a warm hug and smells like a long ago you’ve never seen.

He chuckles softly and squeezes back. “Name’s Ezra. And I am more than delighted that we’ve found something to your liking, but I’ll be needing the book to mark it with a loan stamp.”

“Oh.” Of course. The book. That heat in your cheeks shifts to a different kind of embarrassment as you realize now what he was actually reaching for. “Sorry.” Shit. Now who’s the weirdo here.

“No need for atonements, gentle friend. Far be it from me to turn down a gesture of connection or kindness from one who gives it in sincerity, nor from one who seems to crave its return.” Ezra’s keen eyes search your own before he nods his head around you in the direction you came in from and the rest of him follows, stepping over a short tower of books so as not to crowd you as he moves through the passage. “Front desk’s this way.”

He’s an odd mix of arresting stillness and sporadic energy, mirroring both the quiet atmosphere and visually busy aesthetic of the shop. If you’d laid in bed after waking and had to guess what twisting turning kind of a day you’d have, you never could have written this plot. The stinging slap of the transmission from your ex. The low morning. The burned toast. And then the moment you zoned out on your way to the markets, it brought you this little adventure with this strange character and his wondrous shop. 

As he fumbles with the balance of opening the back cover and placing the stamp one-handed, you avert your eyes back to the painted stars overhead.

“Is this shop yours then?”

“It is. Bought and branded. The whole caboodle.”

“Huh. So is there a second floor?”

“There is, but it is devoid of books. That is where I lay my head at the end of a day tending to them.”

“You live upstairs? I didn’t think this sector was zoned for living quarters.”

“Squatters rights. You privately buy and sell on a piece of land, you have a right to sleep on it as well. All the enterprises on this street enjoy that little luxury.” He taps the spine of the book on the counter to get your attention. “Your paper fantasy awaits. Treat her like you love her.”

The little book passes reverently from his hand to yours, your thumb catching the back cover to peek at the insignia marked there--a classic English Q with an integrated L surrounded by little stars. “Must be nice, living above a bookshop,” you muse. “If you can’t sleep, you just have to come downstairs and grab a story to help.”

His dark eyes read you, judging your own set of strangeness, as if nobody else would point that out. Surely it’s not a unique thought. He must get that all the time.

“It does have its perks.”

There’s that stillness again as he watches you benignly, warmly, as you examine the paperback. Nothing more to say. The transaction is complete, he’s done his job, got you in the door and a book in your hands. Although, it’s not like there was a profit or currency exchange. Just a… an exchange of… what? Time? Kindness? You’re suddenly a little overwhelmed by it, sorry you’d resisted at the beginning.

“Well. Thank you. Ezra. It's nice to have a place to…” You gesture generically to your surroundings. “I’ll be sure to come back to exchange it.”

“I have no doubt. I anticipate it and look forward to your thoughts on it. No need to be carrying a book to step through that door. The shop is always welcome to wanderers. The novels like to be surveyed from time to time, and I would not mind the company in the quieter hours.”

You suddenly notice how still the shop is, the way the dust rides the sunlight, undisturbed. You’ve seen more people here, seen folks step aside at the door as someone entering makes way for a patron exiting with an armful of books. There must be little pockets of slow periods like this, and you can imagine him tooling around the shelves, dusting, replacing the jars of fillianweed, lazily stocking and rearranging...even staring out the window in thought. You bet he whistles... If he’s inviting company, that means he must run the place by himself.

“Do you… need anything?” You ask before you even know what you mean.

Ezra’s head tips back as he looks down at you in amusement, and his body leans forward, his elbow on the counter. “That is a simple question with many complicated answers could fill several afternoons and easily keep me from my vocation.”

It’s the first time you’ve genuinely smiled today. “I mean. It seems you work on your own here. Do you need...I don’t know. Can I run and get you some lunch or something? A coffee?”

The crooked grin from earlier returns. “I do appreciate the offer. But I assure you that for today at least, I am wholly content.” 

Weirdly on cue, the door opens and an older man totters in, grizzled and greying, carrying a paper bag smelling of something freshly grilled. “Hey Ez,” he coughs and grumbles, setting the bag on the counter as you back off to give him clearance. “Brought your order. Ma says hello and wonders if you have that new Caldwell novel.”

“I believe I do. I’ll return with it shortly.” A short nod and a small smile float your way before Ezra disappears between the stacks.

It takes a moment to adjust back to the warm sunlight and the sound of insects when you reach the street. Where were you going? Supply market for parts. Farmer’s stall to see what’s available for fresh vegetation. FrieghterPost...that’s right, there’s a paper transmit in your pocket, an angry message back to your ex. Hmm. Scratch the FrieghterPost. You’re only half the heartbroken you were this morning, and a lot less angry for sure; you’ll just recycle the paper when you get home. The book fits nicely in your jacket pocket as you head off toward the market, hardly weighing you down at all. In fact, you couldn’t feel lighter in your heart and on your feet. Day’s taking a better turn after all.

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Chapter 2: Has a Glow in It -->

I’d just like you to squee over this wonderful illustration Maia did of our boy and the bookshop:

Illustration by @mjpens Original post can be found here at here.

Taglist: @extraterrestrialdork @14mcmd1122 @grogusmum @cannedsoupsucks @melobee @bruschi3  Also tagging @honestly-shite because of this post and its comments....and mostly for the mutual love of Ez + books. 

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I Wanna Be Yours [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 6025

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Love is complicated. Especially when the boy you love likes someone else. Or does he? [Based on the film Some Kind of Wonderful].

WARNING: brief mentions of alcohol and drinking

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i am again naming my fics after arctic monkeys’ songs - fun fact this one is named after my favourite one of theirs, i’m considering having it for my wedding song bc it cute af

also yes i watched some kind of wonderful whilst writing this and cried. it’s not even a sad fic, i’m just emotional smh

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

And that’s where your problem had started. Because a few weeks ago, you were, as you claimed, fine. Well, you had a few essays due and were having trouble finding the textbooks to help you write them, but that was all really.

How you wished you could steal a time turner and go back in time.

And yes, when this all started you knew that George had his heart taken by someone else. It’s not his fault, not really, that his whole plan, scheme, escapade turned into something that would completely crush your heart.

Affairs of the heart. That’s where this started. Because before a few days ago, you were unaware of your own feelings. Before a few days ago, you were unaware of any feelings towards him at all.

But that fateful moment - the one where you were sat with George in front of the fireplace, a half-drank bottle of firewhisky sitting between you, laughing and joking - was the one that changed everything.

You hadn’t even realised yourself, until Fred pointed it out to you the morning after, when he’d found you curled up by George’s side, empty firewhisky bottle laying on the floor in front of the couch, George’s arm around your waist, your face buried into his chest.

In Fred’s defence, he thought you knew. He thought you’d be aware of your own feelings.

How was he supposed to know that you didn’t know you were in love with his twin?

_________~*~_________

“This is the year I reckon,” George announced to you as he collapsed onto the sofa beside you, throwing his legs over your thighs as he rested his back against the arm of the couch, his arms resting behind his neck, “She’s finally single, first time since second year. Now’s my chance!”

You popped a Bertie’s Every Flavour Bean into your mouth and closed the book you weren’t really paying attention to, before dropping it on the table in front of the couch, “And how long have you liked her again?”

George blinked at the way you raised an eyebrow at him and sat up a little, “Since I found out she was single again.” At your pointed look, he shot you a grin, “Nah, since before the summer. Point is, I reckon I could really like this girl.”

“Poor love, having you snivelling around her all the time. I wonder how she’ll cope,” you grinned back, throwing one of the jelly beans at his head.

“Well you seem to cope just fine,” he retorted, batting another jelly bean away from his head.

“That’s just because I’m desensitised to you by now.”

“Is that so?” George asked with a raised eyebrow, a grin etched onto his face as he sat up properly, leaning a little closer to you. You turned your head to face him, meeting his stare as you nodded, “Course, how else would I have put up with you so long?”

He leant further forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Willingly, because you love me, stupid.”

You nudged him, making him laugh as he went back to lying down comfortably, “Yeah, yeah.”

You watched a few first years clamber through the portrait hole, laughing to each other as they made their way through the common room, an absent-minded smile gracing your lips as you recalled being the same in your first year with your friends.

“How do you reckon I should ask her out?” George’s voice brought you away from your reminiscing as you looked over at him, “She deserves something amazing, something no other guy will have thought of for her.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing this would be the topic of conversation for the rest of the evening, but nevertheless gestured for him to continue on. “I wanna go all out if she’s gonna turn out to be everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl,” George finished, a dreamy, faraway look crossing his features.

Reaching into the box of jelly beans, you grabbed a handful and threw them at him, ignoring his indignant “hey!” as you replied pointedly, “Don’t go mistaking paradise for a pair of long legs.”

Because truthfully, that was why a lot of guys were interested in Kiara. She was smart - being a Ravenclaw and all - surprisingly funny, and, as far as you knew, was really kind too. Not that this mattered to many of the boys in your year (and the years above and below), apparently, because she was also beautiful, with long, glossy brown hair, perfect doll-like features and, yes, long, lean legs.

“That’s not why I like her,” George insisted, grabbing one of the jelly beans that had fallen onto his lap and throwing it back at you, laughing as it hit you on the forehead. You playfully glared at him, rubbing your forehead in mock-hurt.

“Sure it’s not, stupid,” you replied, using his minor insult from before. “Ohhh, I’m the stupid one now, am I?” He scoffed, though the smile on his face told you he wasn’t offended in the slightest, “Now you’re in for it.”

He moved his legs off you and poked your sides, knowing you were ticklish, making you laugh out and push him away, “George, stop!”

“Take it back then, love. Say I’m the smartest wizard you know,” he grinned, continuing his minor tickling assault, making you move away from him so abruptly that you fell off the couch and onto the carpeted floor, bringing him down on top of you.

“Ouch- never! You are stupid, stupid!” You laughed, laying on the floor as you tried to catch your breath, George’s hands either side of your head, holding his weight up above you.

Both of your laughter faded a little and you found yourself staring into his brown eyes, his face barely centimetres from your own. You could have almost sworn that he started moving closer - though maybe it was your imagination - before he rolled away and lay beside you on the floor, his hand brushing yours.

“You’ll help me right?” He asked after a moment. You turned your head to look at him, taking in his side profile as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I’ll help you what?”

“Get a date with her,” he said as if it were obvious, turning his head to meet your gaze. You shot him a smile, “You’re George Weasley. You could get a date with anyone you wanted.”

“Just not you, right?” He turned onto his side, resting on his elbow as he looked down at you. You shook your head with a laugh, “Yeah well, I don’t count. I’m not just anyone.”

The smile he gave you made your heart beat a little faster, “You’re right about that.”

***

“All I’m saying is, is it such a bad idea if you just, I don’t know, asked her out simply? By using words? I really don’t think you need to wax poetic, or write her a bloody song to ask her out,” you shook your head in despair at the nerve-wracked boy sat across from you in the Great Hall.

“I can’t just ask her out,” George replied in a horrified voice, “What if she thinks I’ve not put enough effort into it and rejects me?”

“Trust me, Georgie, if she’s going to reject you, it won’t be because of the way you asked her out, I can guarantee that. It’ll be because you’re annoying, or because you smell, or, and I can’t stress this enough, because of your below-average skills in potions,” you laughed at his unimpressed look, taking the opportunity to grab a slice of toast off his plate.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, you know,” he grumbled, waving his fork at you. “Yes,” you replied, “And as your best friend, I say to just ask her out. Look, joking aside, you’re a great guy, George. She’d be lucky to have you.”

He nodded, smiling gratefully at you as he reached forward and grabbed your hand to give it a squeeze, “Okay, I’ll trust you on this one. I’ll just... ask her out. How difficult could it be?”

Turns out, extremely difficult. You felt second hand embarrassment as you watched George head over to the Ravenclaw table, to where Kiara was sitting, wincing as he nearly dropped a goblet of pumpkin juice over her.

“Who’re you watching?” A voice said from beside you, making you jump. Fred laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, before replying, “For your information, I’m watching your brother ask Kiara on a date.”

“Wait, he’s asking another girl on a date?” Fred frowned, his eyes darting from George, who was currently speaking to Kiara, his cheeks reddening as she touched his shoulder and laughed, to your confused expression as you looked up at the older twin. “Yes?” You replied, bemused, “Why?”

“Does it not... bother you?” He asked gently. You laughed, “Why would it?”

And as you watched Kiara throw her arms around George’s neck, his hands coming to hold her waist, you swallowed thickly, before shaking your head at the odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Why would it bother you?

You forced a smile onto your face as George made his way back to his original seat, a smug grin adorning his features. “Well?” You asked, rather redundantly as you had seen the whole thing yourself.

“She said yes,” he replied excitedly, picking up his fork and popping some bacon into his mouth. “I told you!” You grinned at him, though you pushed your own plate away, no longer hungry.

“Attaboy, Georgie!” Fred congratulated his twin, “When’s the date?”

“This Saturday, at The Three Broomsticks,” the younger twin replied. You zoned out of the chatter on the table about this newest revelation, feeling your heart plummet at George’s words, though you couldn’t place your finger on why.

George was your best friend, you should be happy for him... right?

***

Saturday arrived quicker than you wanted, after a week of tedious lessons, and a bombardment of questions over what George should do on his date.

You watched him pull out two different jumpers, holding each one up at a time and looking at you expectedly. Tilting your head to the side, you pointed to the red one, “Was always my favourite one.”

“Red it is,” he nodded, throwing the other jumper onto his bed as he held the red jumper out to you for you to hold. Without warning, he pulled the t shirt he was currently wearing off, leaving his toned torso on show as he dropped said t shirt onto the floor and held his hand out for the jumper.

You handed it to him, gulping a little as you forced yourself not to stare at his abs. It was no secret the George was good looking - you’d always known it - but knowing and seeing were two different things. Being a Beater had done tremendous things to his body, you noted.

“Do you reckon I should bring her flowers?” George asked you, looking at you through the reflection of his mirror as he messed his hair up a little.

“Couldn’t hurt,” you shrugged, sending him a half-hearted smile as you grabbed your wand, muttering ‘orchideous’ and handing him the bouquet that was produced.

He thanked you, before taking a deep breath, “Well, what do you reckon?”

The smile that spread across your face this time was genuine, a soft look in your eye as you replied, “You look great, Georgie. Now go get her!”

He shot you one last grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before heading out of his dorm, leaving you alone. You picked up the t shirt he’d dropped, folding it and placing it at the end of his bed, before grabbing the jumper he’d discarded.

You took a breath before deciding to put the jumper on, relishing in the smell of George’s aftershave as you pulled it over your head, before rolling up the sleeves and heading out of the dorm.

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“How many dates has it been now, three? Four?” You asked, wrapping your coat further around yourself as you trudged through the thick snow of Hogsmeade, passing by a couple of cute shops.

“The Yule Ball will be the fifth.”

You froze at the mention of the Ball. Somehow you’d assumed you’d be going with George - you didn’t even think about the fact that he’d have a girlfriend he could take, “Oh! So you um, asked Kiara to the Ball then?”

“Last night,” George bit his lip as he smiled, “Can’t wait!”

Your stomach clenched and mind raced, eyebrows furrowing as you realised you now had just under a week and half to find a date to the Ball - if anyone was still available, that was. You thought about every single eligible boy you knew of, wondering if you had the courage to even ask any of them, before you were pulled from your thoughts by George’s voice.

“I wanna buy her something for Christmas, what do you reckon?” George asked, picking at a strand coming off his woollen hat before placing it back onto his head.

“I don’t really know the girl,” you said truthfully, forcing yourself to stop thinking about George and Kiara dancing and him holding her all night, “I assume you’d have better judgment.”

He nodded over to a small shop on your left, one that you’d passed by many times but never had the chance to look in.

“The jewellery shop?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the door, “Let’s just have a look, yeah?”

The bell chimed as you stepped inside and you instantly became enamoured with the little shop, rows of glass cases showing off sparkly pieces of jewellery and adornments. Most, you noticed quickly, were much too expensive for you - and by default, much too expensive for George, too.

“Are you sure about something from in here?” You asked, staring down at a ring adorned with sapphires, “These are pretty pricey.”

“They might be, but she deserves it. Besides, gotta prove I’m better than all the guys that want to date her, right?” George replied from across the shop.

“Georgie,” you looked over at him with a pointed look, “I can promise you are better than all the other guys.”

“No harm in making sure.”

You gave up arguing, knowing he wouldn’t listen anyway, your eyes taking in the beautiful products, before your focus was taken by a rather stunning necklace. Stepping over to it for a closer look, you breathed out in shock at the price, but nevertheless knew you were in love with the chain, a little pendant surrounded by crystals displayed at the centre.

“What’ve you seen?” George spoke, suddenly standing behind you and leaning over your shoulder.

You pointed at the necklace, “Someday, I’m gonna buy that one.”

George glanced down at the look on your face and grinned to himself, “Someday, I’ll buy that one for you.” You turned to look at him, shaking your head in amusement, “You need to choose something for your girlfriend before you start promising me presents.”

“What’s the fun in that?” George laughed as you both left the shop.

You sat beside George on the couch later that night, resting your head on his shoulder as you shared a bottle of firewhisky between you.

“It was not!” You screeched, your laugh echoing through the empty common room as you nudged the ginger boy, making him laugh along with you. “It absolutely was,” he insisted, grinning before taking a sip of the firewhisky, taking in the sight of you looking so happy, and realising your laugh was one of his favourite sounds, “You were the one who wanted to sneak food from the kitchens, so it was your fault we got caught!”

You shook your head, “It was you tripping into that metal armour. All that noise when the bloody head fell off.”

“You pushed me, stupid!” George scolded indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

“I shoved you,” you corrected, laughing as George playfully nudged you, causing you to nudge him back, and soon you were play fighting on the couch.

He, once again, was above you, almost pinning you to the couch as he looked down at you, and it was only then that you realised just how inebriated you both were, the empty firewhisky bottle having fallen onto the floor.

George’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “You know I love you, right?”

You smiled softly up at him, arms around his neck as you nodded, somehow feeling like those words had more weight to them than usual. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you replied, “Of course, Georgie.”

Morning arrived quickly, much to your dismay, and you were woken abruptly by the sound of heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs. You couldn’t bring yourself to move to see who it was, too comfortable with your head resting on George’s chest, his arm securely around your waist, but luckily for you, said culprit of the noise came right by your line of sight, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well what do we have here?” Fred cooed, rocking back and forth as he looked at you curled up in his twin’s arms. “Me and George falling asleep after drinking maybe a tad too much?” You replied as if it were obvious.

“You look awfully cosy,” he grinned, “But then, I suppose I would too if I was cuddling someone I was in love with.”

You felt like your heart stopped and you nearly choked on air, “Wait wait wait, someone I what?!”

“‘Someone I was in love with’?” Fred repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes at you, “You do know... right?”

At your blank expression, Fred raised an eyebrow, “You do know you’re in love with George... right?”

“I’m not in love with-“ You paused as you thought back over the years of your friendship. You’d never really thought about it before - never really had to. But you treated George differently to any other friend you had. No one could make you laugh like he could, or make you feel as protected and safe as he did. And no one ever made you feel like you were flying, like he did.

“Oh Godric... I’m in love with George!” You whisper-shouted, a hand coming to cover your mouth as the realisation dawned on you.

Fred nodded, “I didn’t know that you didn’t know.”

“That’s why you asked me if it bothered me when he asked out Kiara, isn’t it?” You suddenly realised, gulping harshly.

Fred nodded again, though a tad more hesitantly than before, “Hey, but listen- I really think he feels the same, if it makes you feel any better! He just doesn’t know it either.”

You moved out of George’s grasp and stood up, pressing your lips together as you looked at Fred, “He’s got a girlfriend, who he’s taking to the Yule Ball and who he adores and they’re probably gonna get married and have kids and I’m going to be alone forever!”

“Hey, that’s not- that won’t happen,” Fred replied, his gaze softening as he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and stroking your back comfortingly.

“He loves you, I know it. And he knows it too. He just doesn’t know that he knows it.”

***

Ever since your realisation in the early morning, you’d tried your best to act normal around George. It wasn’t easy, and you felt that maybe you were being a little more distant than usual, however you quickly pushed that thought aside as you noticed George being equally - if not more - distant, sitting at the end of the table beside Fred, Kiara on his other side as he whispered things in her ear, making her laugh.

You felt a pang of hurt, one that got worse the longer you stared at them, watching as they kissed, as George stared at her lovingly, as he pushed her long, brown, stupidly perfect hair behind her ear and making her blush.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table, you made yourself look away, instead immersing yourself in the conversation Ron and Harry were having about the Yule Ball.

“This is mad, at this rate we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates!” Ron hissed at Harry as you were all sat in the Great Hall, supposedly studying. You hid a laugh as Snape walked past and pushed his head.

“Well, us and Neville,” he continued with a small laugh. Harry leant over to him, “Yeah but then again, he can take himself.”

“It might interest you to know that Neville has already got someone,” Hermione interrupted their laughing with a frown.

Ron sighed, catching your gaze as you laughed at him - which made him sigh again, “Now I’m really depressed.”

You observed from the other side of the table as Fred threw a piece of parchment over to his younger brother, winking at you when he noticed you watching, as Ron frowned at the words on the page.

Ron handed the parchment back, glancing around to avoid Snape and whispered, “Who are you going with then?”

Fred grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up into a ball, before throwing it at you, the paper bouncing off your shoulder. You looked down at the paper, before meeting Fred’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned at you, before miming the Ball, nodding over at you. You rolled your eyes, glancing round for Snape before throwing the parchment back at him, hitting him square in the face and causing half the table to hid their faces as they laughed.

“Well?” He asked, seemingly unfazed by the parchment that was now resting at his feet.

“Yeah, go on then, I suppose,” you whispered, shaking your head at him as he winked at Ron. When all the attention went back to school work, you caught Fred’s gaze again and smiled thankfully.

He saluted playfully, making you laugh, neither one of you noticing George’s frown and clenched fists beside him.

***

You hadn’t seen much of George since Fred had asked you to the Ball, him being too busy spending practically all of his time with Kiara.

It hurt, you had to admit, that he was constantly choosing her over you. Though you assumed it was only natural, what with Kiara being his first proper girlfriend.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less. And the fact you were so used to having George to yourself didn’t help - sometimes turning to ask him something, and then realising he’s not there.

He’d moved seats in class to sit by Kiara, meaning in some classes you were sat with whoever happened to be her previous partner, which therefore meant you were forced to watch as the boy you loved flirted with another girl, his hands constantly on her waist, sneaking kisses when the professor wasn’t looking, and, more often than not, simply not even acknowledging your existence, not even saying a simple ‘hello’.

In other classes you were sat by Fred, who, by all accounts, was actually a pretty good partner, being able to make you laugh and distract you from the show that tore your heart every time you saw it.

In fact, Fred had pretty much mastered exactly how to make you laugh until you cried, his aim in most lessons now, as he hated how sad you were because of his twin.

You were both giggling in the back of the classroom at something he’d said when McGonagall had pointed it out, asking you both to “Please quieten down.”

You bit your lip to muffle your laughing as Fred looked down at you, just happy he could make his friend smile when he knew how much you were hurting.

Much to the dislike of a certain redhead towards the front of the room, who immediately frowned every time he heard your laugh, knowing he wasn’t the one causing it, but his older twin.

His twin who was taking you to the Yule Ball.

George clenched his jaw as he heard you whispering something to Fred, barely being able to focus on anything else.

He knew you and Fred were friends, but since when were you both that close?

***

By the time the Yule Ball arrived, you and George were barely speaking at all. You’d cried about it more times than you’d like to admit, but you had decided that tonight, at the Ball, you would make it a night to remember, not wanting to mope and ruin Fred’s night since he had asked you pretty much as a favour - despite the amount of times he’d insisted he wanted to ask you, you knew he fancied Angelina Johnson, and had things played out differently, you were sure she’d have been the one he’d thrown the parchment at in the hall that day, not you.

Either way, when you’d made your way down the steps to the Great Hall, your dress swirling around you, hair and makeup perfect, Fred made a huge deal of wolf-whistling and complimenting you.

“Well aren’t you bloody gorgeous,” he grinned, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, “I am one lucky guy.”

“You clean up pretty good too, Weasley,” you grinned, reaching up to straighten out his tie.

George scowled as he watched you with Fred, hating you being in such proximity to his brother, hands clenching and knuckles turning white as he watched Fred kiss the back of your hand. He had to force himself not to run over and shove Fred’s hands away from your waist, as he guided you off to the Hall. He was so distracted by firstly how stunning you looked, and secondly by how forward his brother was being, that he barely even noticed when Kiara had arrived by his side, until she nudged him a little and he forced out a smile.

He complimented the brunette girl, guiding her into the Hall as his hand reached into his pocket, brushing over a box to make sure it was still there.

Fred had been the perfect date all evening. He was a gentlemen - besides the occasional flirty comment - and insisted on staying by your side and dancing, even when you tried to usher him to ask Angelina to dance.

He was just about to give into your insistence with a laugh, when he noticed your expression changed as your attention was taken from him to whatever was going on behind him.

He cursed under his breath as he watched George hold out a small black box to Kiara, who had a huge smile on her face as she took the lid off. She pulled out a necklace, bringing George into a hug immediately, pressing kisses to his face.

Fred stood in front of your view of them, taking your hands in his, “Y/n... I’m sorry. He’s an idiot- he doesn’t know he’s got such a good thing, and wouldn’t know it if you punched him in the face - which, for the record, I think you should do.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye, forcing yourself not to cry, “He gave her the necklace.”

“I know. I know, but he-“

“No Fred,” you interrupted gently, “He gave her the necklace. That necklace is one I saw when we were in Hogsmeade, and I said I wanted it. He-He even said he’d buy it for me one day! Not that I’d let him but- He bought it for her.”

Fred’s gaze softened, his heart breaking at the sight of your sad face, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a little to the music absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” Fred whispered in your ear. You nodded, leaning against his shoulder, “Not your fault your brother is stupid.”

The song that was playing ended, and Fred grabbed your hand, leading you over to the table where the food and drinks were, pouring you a glass and offering it out to you. You took it gratefully, thanking him before taking a sip.

“Didn’t know you two were that close,” a voice came from behind you. A voice you knew well, one you could pick out anywhere. Fred reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, as you placed your glass down, nodding at him before turning around.

“Fred and I have always been good friends. I do have friends, other than you, you know. Which is a good job, considering you’ve been so distant with me,” you replied, focusing on keeping your voice level, rather than on the fact that he’d just given your necklace to his girlfriend.

George felt himself get angry as he noticed yours and Fred’s intertwined hands, swallowing harshly and shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

“You know I’ve been trying to impress Kiara, being in a relationship takes up time. Not that you’d know, but I thought you’d understand. Didn’t think you’d replace me that quickly,” George retaliated in the midst of his anger, only being able to focus on you and Fred, and how close you were.

“Replaced you?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “You barely even say hello to me! So yes, I turned to a friend so I wasn’t alone. You’re the one who replaced me! And you gave her the necklace, George. The necklace you knew I wanted. You gave it to her.”

Not waiting for a response, you shot an apologetic glance towards Fred before rushing out of the Hall, suddenly needing some fresh air.

“Look what you did now!” Fred almost growled, before storming out after you, in an attempt to find you.

George took a shaky breath, cursing as he watched the two most important people to him leave.

“George?” A soft voice spoke from beside him.

“Kiara?”

The brunette girl smiled, pressing her lips together as she looked at the ginger, “I um... I think we should break up.”

George frowned, though he was surprised to find he didn’t feel too badly about what she’d said.

The girl held out a black box and placed it into George’s hands, “This should be hers. It’s more her style than mine, I think you know that too.”

The redhead hesitated, unsure of what to say in this situation, “Look, Kiara, I’m sorry-“

“She likes you,” Kiara interrupted him, grinning despite the situation.

“She doesn’t-“

“She does. And you like her. Now go find her.”

With one last hug, and another muttered apology, he nodded determinedly at her, and ran off in the direction of his brother and, he realised now, the girl he truly loved.

***

“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“It’s okay, I promise. It was always bound to happen right? I was always destined to fall for him, whilst he fell for her. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve realised. I’m- I’m so stupid, aren’t I? Falling for my best friend,” you let out a broken sob.

“You’re not stupid.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed back another sob as you turned around slowly, your eyes catching George’s gaze.

He stood, hair messy as if he’d raked his hands through it a few too many times, tie askew and shirt almost untucked in his haste to run and find you. He felt his heart clench, knowing he was the one to make you feel like this, and stepped forward reaching a hand out towards you as you blinked back tears, allowing him to bring you into his arms as you finally let the tears fall.

You knew you shouldn’t, that you should leave to your dorm, but being in George’s arms had always made you feel safe, made you feel protected.

More tears fell as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, muttering over and over again how sorry he was. How he was a fool, a git, a complete idiot.

You finally calmed down a little, looking around the empty hallway, not being sure exactly when Fred had disappeared but thankful for the privacy.

You wiped away the last of your tears, cursing mentally as you realise your makeup would be a mess - if the state of George’s shirt was anything to go by.

“Kiara told me you like- I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he breathed out, a hand cupping your cheek as you blinked up at him.

“Yeah well, you’re stupid. I always knew you were stupid,” you replied with a sad laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked with a frown, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“You never asked. And then you-you got a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?” You asked quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” George said suddenly, earnestly, genuinely as he held you against him.

“Not Kiara?”

He shook his head quickly, “She knew I liked you before I knew I liked you. Maybe I am stupid.”

“Maybe you are,” you let out a watery laugh, looking away from his gaze.

George suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a familiar box, “This is yours. I don’t know what I was thinking, giving it to her. It’s yours - it’s always been yours.”

He opened the box, taking out the necklace you loved so much, and offering you a sheepish smile, “It’s not a good enough apology, I know. But I’m hoping it’s a start.”

He gently turned you around, placing the necklace around your neck, you shivering at the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, before turning you back around to face him, this time much closer than before, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong,” he spoke as he leant forward a little more, his lips almost touching yours, “Does this mean that I like you and you like me and we both don’t think of each other as friends?”

You nodded a little, offering him a soft smile, “I don’t want to be friends, George,” you whispered just as his lips brushed your own, “I wanna be yours.”

[morewyckedthanyou]

For send me a fandom ask thingy: LOTR and IT x)

Thanks for asking, hun! 😘

the first character i ever fell in love with:

In LotR, I think it must've been... Aragorn, actually. I mean it's all a bit hazy because I was what, 13 years old when the first film came out? But yeah I'm pretty sure it was Aragorn.

When it comes to IT, let me quote book!Richie a bit: Eddie my love.❤️

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

I mean I don't dislike Legolas but I also don't like him as much as I used to in my teens so...

With IT I'm not sure if there's really such a character. More like the opposite of this has happened with IT. I like them all a lot for different reasons.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

I'm pretty sure (if memory serves me right) that my first ever serious LotR ship was Aragorn/Legolas. I grew out of it very quickly though.

With IT I don't think there is one. I saw Reddie and Benverly (and also Bike 😏), loved them all - and still do.

my ultimate favorite character™:

In LotR it's definitely Gimli, no questions asked!

In IT, it's Eddie my beloved. Richie comes as a close second, however.

prettiest character:

Galadriel is a (literal) queen and I love her. It helps that I think Cate Blanchett is dreamy, lol.

With IT, again I have to be boring af and repeat myself, but... Eddie. Those big brown eyes, those bouncy blond curls... Even if we're talking about Eddie outside of the 1990 miniseries, he's still obviously the prettiest because he's said to bear a resemblance to Anthony Perkins. There's no competition there.

my most hated character:

World's shittiest dad Denethor gets the honor when it comes to LotR.

In IT it's an honor shared 50/50 between Beverly's dad and her husband. I want to kick them both in the nuts really hard. Although Eddie's mom doesn't score very high points either...

my OTP:

My LotR OTP is definitely Gimli/Legolas.

My OTP from IT is, obviously, Reddie.

my NOTP:

I don't have strong enough opinions about any LotR-ship to actually have a NOTP in this fandom.

With IT I'm going to say any ship featuring any of the bullies with anyone else because... I really don't care to read about them. I've also seen some actual ships featuring the goddamn space clown himself. Yeah, that's a BIG NO from me.

However let it be said that I am pro-ship and even if I do strongly dislike certain pairings, I believe in other people's right to ship whatever the hell they want!

favorite episode:

Fellowship Of The Ring is my favourite movie out of the three.

With IT (talking about the miniseries) I prefer the first part though they both have their great moments.

saddest death:

I'll never get over Boromir and that's a fact.

And poor Eddie deserved so much better. 😭

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

Idk if there is any such character in LotR.

In IT it's quite the same for me. I do really hate certain popular fanon takes of certain characters though... But I will not get into detail about any of that because I don't want to start any discourse, lol.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Is there such a LotR character? None of the ones I like are literal trash. Pippin is a bit stupid and does stupid shit but that hardly counts as being trash.

The closest thing to being trash in IT is my darling Trashmouth "son", Richie.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

All of the hobbits, really? They're not some great big adventurers, they're simple peace loving folk. Poor babies.

Again with IT, Eddie, obviously. He literally dies, wtf. Same with Stan. He was happy, ok! His life was good! Why?! Also, I feel awful for Richie as well because I really do think he loved Eddie (no matter if we're talking about book, miniseries or new films) and it got taken away and also he just went back to his old life in the end. And continued pretending to be something he's not. Hahahah nope.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

I remember reading some fanfiction about Boromir and the hobbits in the past and that's all I'm going to say about that...

With IT I am boring and have no such ships. Gotta make up for all my problematic ships in other fandoms somehow I guess. 😂

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

In LotR I think... Frodo and Sam, maybe? I have always lowkey shipped them more or less seriously, but I've never read a single fic.

When it comes to IT, Stan and Patty are really wholesome and good together but I'm not interested in exploring that, really.

[garbagevanfleet]

Learn To Leave A Room (series)

PART ONE

Pairing: Jake & female!Reader Warnings: general sexiness, but nothing too risque yet Summary: Balancing relationships is hard work - God forbid someone throw a wrench into it. Notes:  This whole fic is long af because I have a lot to say about Jake Kiszka, but each chapter will be digestible in size. Bless @lantern-inthenight for beta-ing the first chapter for me. ;__;  We are all taking my descent into being a Jake Girl as best as we can. 

“I am not ashamed, the story goes. I swear I will learn to leave a room without touching every part of your face.” — Marcelo Hernandez Castillo, “How to Grow the Brightest Geranium,” published in Breakwater Review   

You are many things. You’re a good daughter, a loyal friend, and a mother to four houseplants. You are not, however, a morning person, which is why being ripped away from your warm bed at 6 am is less than ideal. You’ve never been able to say no to Lucy though (not that she’d give you any choice), which is why you’re sitting across from her in her favorite diner as the sun rises outside. 

Lucy has been your best friend since middle school, through thick and thin, and you love her to death. She can find the right words in any situation, and she always manages to look beautiful, even at this ungodly hour. 

Her curls are always soft and shiny and at first, you think she might be glowing but the closer you look, the more convinced you become that she’s wearing highlighter. You frown. You could barely manage to throw your hair up in a bun this morning, let alone think about makeup- 

“Hey, hello?” Lucy is leaning in, grinning expectantly. “Are you listening to me?” 

You shake your head apologetically. “Sorry, Lu. I’m still waking up.” 

“Want some more coffee?” she asks, but she doesn’t wait for your reply before waving the waitress over. You think most people couldn’t get away with something like that, but she’s so sweet and soft-spoken that everyone melts - even the busy waitress. Lucy kindly asks for a refill for you both so you take that moment to finish the rest of your cup. You’re not sure whether to be grateful or a bit embarrassed when the waitress takes a look at you and then decides to just leave the carafe.  

“Also, is now an okay time to tell you Josh is joining us in a couple of minutes?” Lucy asks sheepishly, cutting you off from your thoughts again. 

“I had expected nothing less,” you say, giving her an assuring smile, though it’s not entirely true. You’re not upset at all, it’s just that you can remember a time when it was just you and Lucy against the world. You used to eat lunch together every day and study every night in high school. When she met Josh, it had somehow seamlessly started to become Lucy, Josh, and you. Third Wheeling. 

Josh is impossible to dislike, you think, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s simply too charming and handsome, despite being a bit too loud and a lot less funny than he thinks he is. 

“You can invite your guy,” Lucy suggests excitedly. You shake your head instantly, huffing a nervous laugh. 

“No way. It’s too new,” you explain, fiddling with the handle of your mug aimlessly. “It would be awkward.” 

You’re not facing the door, but you can tell the exact second that Josh steps through it, both because the little bell rings, and because Lucy’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. You lovingly shake your head and take a sip of the fresh coffee. 

“Oh, he brought Jake,” she says offhandedly. Your heart skips a beat, and despite telling yourself not to, you turn your head to look. Josh is oddly put together for this hour as well, and you silently wonder if he and Lucy are turning into the same person. You hear that can happen when you’ve been dating long enough. 

When your eyes catch on Jake behind him, you snap your head back around and groan under your breath. 

You had not been prepared to see Josh this morning. You had not even been well prepared to see Lucy this morning. You were absolutely not prepared for Jake. 

It’s not like you don't see him often enough. Lucy drags you along to the Kiszka house nearly every time you hang out, and you can’t say you really mind. Their house is always warm and cozy. It’s just that...

You shoot a glare at her, but she just laughs and shrugs her petite shoulders.

“I swear to god, I thought he was coming alone,” she assures. 

You’d never tell Lucy, but you’ve always thought Jake was the more attractive twin, even well before she had started dating Josh. He was just so effortlessly cool and collected in comparison. 

On a whim, you quickly stand and slide in next to Lucy, ignoring her questioning look. In a hushed tone, you turn your head to her and say, “If Josh sits next to you, then I have to sit with-” 

She cuts you off with a laugh and just as the boys reach your booth, she subtly reaches over and locks her fingers with yours under the table. The little squeeze she gives lets you know she understands.

“Hi, babe,” she greets, pulling her hand from yours. She leans across the table and strokes her fingers down Josh’s cheek. “Good morning.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper in slight disgust as Josh turns his face to place a kiss against Lucy’s palm, but they either don’t hear you or don’t care. You pull your cup of coffee up to your face to try and hide the unavoidable eye roll that follows PDA of that level. Over the rim of your mug, you catch Jake smirking across at you, seemingly reading your mind. He’s got his arms folded over his chest, instantly looking relaxed into the vinyl seat. 

“Jake,” you say in way of greeting, as you push the warm carafe across the table towards the boys. “Coffee?”

Josh is far too busy talking to Lucy to hear you. Well, that’s actually not quite right, you think. More like talking at Lucy, at the speed of a mile a minute. Lucy certainly doesn’t look like she’s suffering for it though - she’s got her elbows on the countertop, her chin resting in her delicate hands. She seems to be lapping it up, eyes a little dreamy. 

Jake seems to be even better at ignoring them than you are. You try not to stare at his fingers as he reaches forward and turns the unused mug in front of him right-side-up, but if your eyes linger, you can’t be blamed.  

The four of you fill the morning with small talk, consuming more coffee than you think could possibly be healthy. The diner only gets busier and the smell of warm maple syrup and bacon makes your stomach growl. 

When the sun rises completely, it shines in through the windows and warms your face pleasantly. It casts a comfortable, golden light across your table, and you don’t realize that you’re staring at the way it hits Jake’s face until he raises his eyebrows at you. 

You’ve tuned out completely again - who knows for how long this time, so you try not to look startled when Lucy takes your hand to get your attention. 

“Doesn’t that sound fun?” she prompts expectantly. You nod at her, although you’re sure she knows that you have no idea what she’s been saying. 

“A party sounds fun, right?” she reiterates sweetly. 

“Oh, yeah. Parties are always fun,” you agree. You go to take a sip of your coffee, but find that it’s gone cold. “When?”

Josh huffs a laugh at you, presumably because all of this has already been said. “Tonight. Our place.”

You smile sheepishly back at him. “Sorry, I’m really not used to existing outside of my bed at this hour.”

“You can invite your boyfriend,” Lucy suggests excitedly, causing the smile to drop right from your lips.

“Boyfriend?” Jake quips, eyebrows raised at you. You try not to look like a deer in the headlights. 

“You never mentioned that you have a boyfriend.” The tone of Josh’s voice is a little too coy for your liking. 

You can feel your face starting to warm, and you furiously try to will the blush from setting in. “It’s really recent. And it’s way too short notice to invite him for tonight.” You direct the last part at Lucy, trying to convey how much you don’t want to have to introduce your new man to your friends yet.

But Josh smells blood (or in this case, intense dread) in the water, and he’s on it like a shark. “We can move it to Friday night then.”

“Oh, no,” you quickly object. You wish you could figure out why your stomach is in such tight knots, but you’re drawing blanks. “Don’t reschedule on my account.”

No sooner are the words out of your mouth before he’s cutting in again, his lips turned up into a wicked-looking smile. “We insist. No trouble at all.” 

You know you must look like a cornered animal, because Lucy presses her shoulder against yours, and in the most comforting voice possible says, “Hey, it’ll be fun. I’ve been looking forward to getting to know him better anyway.” 

Neither of them gives you a chance to think of a reply before they continue on about the party. You think they’re talking about what kind of alcohol to get, but you’re already considering what disease you’re going to say you’ve contracted. You think there’s no way they’d let you attend a party if you had - say - leprosy. 

When you glance up, Jake is already looking at you from across the table. He’s wearing that smirk again, but this time it’s smaller, more subtle. You can’t tell if he’s just mirroring his brother’s energy, or if he can tell how badly you want to throttle Josh and he thinks it’s amusing. You hold his eyes for a beat longer than you should, but you manage to rip them away as Josh puts a twenty on the table. 

“Coffee’s on me this morning, ladies,” Josh says, but there’s not a single hit of devious energy in the smile he gives you and Lucy now. 

You scowl at him and huff annoyedly. “As long as you’re handing it out, I’m suing for emotional distress.”

You wish you could prevent it, but the way Josh tips his head back and laughs makes you crack a smile.

+++

You put it off for the next couple of days. You don’t want to think about the impending party, and you don’t want to think about your boyfriend. Picking up a couple of extra shifts at the cafe keeps it all out of your head, for the most part. You tell yourself it’s because you’re too busy - you’ve got lots of things to do. But secretly, although you would never admit it to anyone, you were hoping that if you waited until the very last second to invite him, he wouldn’t be able to come. His name is Mitch. You’ve only been seeing him for a month or so, and you had never made a conscious decision to move from “talking” to “going out” to “boyfriend”. It just kind of happened, the same way the seasons slip by without your permission.

He was just a fun guy that you met at work. He ordered a black coffee, and even though he had seemed like he was in a hurry when he walked in, he sat down at the counter and sipped on it as he talked to you. You had done next to nothing for him but pour him a cup, but when he left, there was a ten and a napkin with his number scrawled across it under his empty cup. 

He wasn’t particularly kind or handsome, but you gave him a chance - had a drink with him once and things just went from there. He never gave you any reason to stop seeing him, so you didn’t. One date had turned into two, and then three, and before you knew it, he was sending you emoji hearts and dick pics that weren’t unpleasant. 

It’s Friday morning, and you’re sitting on the edge of Lucy’s bed. Your feet are stuffed into a warm pair of slippers as they dangle just above the floor and you’ve been watching her go through her closet for at least half an hour. She keeps pulling out skirts, holding them in front of her form and assessing them in the mirror, only to decide that she doesn’t like the top she’d attempted to pair it with. 

You run your hand over her blankets, still messed up from where you’d both slept last night. You hadn’t been intending to stay over, but you had a pair of pajamas and a toothbrush there for this specific purpose. 

She turns to you, a dress on a hanger in front of her body and she looks distressed. “What do you think of this one? Is it too much for a house party?”

You shrug. “Maybe, but you always look perfect in everything, so I don’t think anyone would notice. Can we get coffee?”

She waves you off. “In a minute,” she agrees, turning around to hang the dress back onto the rack. “What are you wearing tonight?”

“Not sure,” you admit, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. You don’t see her expression, but you’re positive that her pretty face is scrunched up in a frown. 

“You haven’t thought about it? Do you want to borrow something of mine?” She doesn’t give you enough time to agree before she adds, “Maybe you should see what Mitch is wearing so you don’t clash.”

You can’t help but suck in a sharp breath as your stomach sinks, and you see her head whip around out of the corner of your eye.

“You did invite him, right?” she blurts, but her tone suggests that she already knows the answer. 

You groan at her. “I completely forgot.” It’s not actually a lie, but you don’t add that you had been trying to forget.  

“Oh my god, you should right now!” 

You nod, staring at the little glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. It’s silent for a beat before she speaks again, this time a lot quieter like she’s trying not to say the wrong thing. 

“Unless. Are things not going well?”

You sit up, shaking your head. “No, everything is fine,” you assure, forcing your voice to remain level. “I’m not like. One hundred percent invested in it, but everything is just fine. I think I’m just nervous to introduce him to everyone.”

“I get it. I’m sure everything will go smoothly though,” she assures. “We’ll go easy on him.”

You are positive that she’s not speaking for Josh, but you thank her anyway. She turns and dips her hand into the closet. You can hear her moving hangers around for a second before she pulls out the shortest dress you’ve ever seen. “Now how slutty do you want to look?”

+++

You had texted Mitch while you were in the shower, waiting for your conditioner to set in. You thought you were going to get lucky because at first, he had said he had plans, but he quickly texted that he would absolutely blow them off to party with you. You tried to tell him not to - that it was totally cool - but he insisted, and that’s why you’re sitting next to him on the Kiszka family couch. Lucy is on your other side, leg pressed against yours, and Josh is sitting on the ottoman in front of the three of you. Lucy was right; things seem to be going fine so far. It’s somewhere around 11 pm, and you’ve even felt comfortable enough to get a little loose on whatever pink shit she keeps giving you. 

Josh is leaned in, chatting easily with Mitch about...some kind of sport? You wish you could hear better, but the music is too loud. You briefly think that maybe letting Sam DJ was a mistake. You’re pretty sure that the eclectic playlist is not in the same tastes as most of the other attendees, but you completely understand how Sam ended up in charge of it. He was far too pretty to say no to.  

Lucy is significantly more drunk than you are. You can tell because she has adopted a hazy look, and her body is entirely more relaxed than usual. She leans in, speaking loud enough you can hear her. 

“You wanna dance? I’m bored,” she asks and her pout forces a laugh out of you. 

“Maybe a bit later. I need to be drunker for that, I think,” you reply, giving her shoulder a nudge with yours. Lucy frowns back at you, but it isn’t seconds later that she’s physically dragging Josh into a standing position and onto the dancefloor. He tries to object, but it’s weak and half-hearted, and you guess it’s only for the benefit of not offending Mitch. He gives your boyfriend an apologetic smile before taking Lucy by the waist and you watch with a slight pang of envy as they start to sway, hips pressed together tightly.

The song changes to something not quite as abrasive, and you give a little sigh of relief. It’s just quiet enough that you finally feel like you can have an actual conversation, so you turn to ask Mitch if he’s having a good time, but he’s not paying you any attention. He must be more intoxicated than you thought because he’s so melted into the couch that his drink is threatening to spill out of his cup. You go to reach for it, trying to avoid staining the cream-colored fabric below. When you slip it easily out of his hand without any objection, you realize why - his eyes are glued to a girl across the room. She’s beautiful, scantily clad, and dancing so low that you’re truly impressed with how strong her legs must be. 

Mitch realizes that you’ve caught him only a beat later and he flashes you a cocky smile. 

You aren’t angry - maybe closer to annoyed. You roll your eyes, but he doesn’t let you make any kind of comment. In one swift, abrupt motion he pulls you over him until you’re straddling his lap, and the shocked yelp you let out is luckily lost in the music. You are suddenly immensely grateful that you didn’t let Lucy talk you into that sinfully short dress, because if you had, your whole ass would be showing in this position.  

His attempt at doubling down is obvious, but that doesn’t stop you from sharply demanding, “What are you doing?”

You may not have been that upset before, but you are now that you’re looking at his stupid face. He laughs at you, hands on your hips and leans in to press his nose against your neck. You hear him talking to you, lips directly against your skin, but you’re so embarrassed that everything sounds like static. 

You go to push off of him, but over his shoulder, you catch Jake leaning against the door frame into the kitchen. He was chatting with a group of people, but when he looks over and sees you, his body tenses. You instantly feel your face run hot when you meet his eyes because you’re acutely aware of what it must look like you’re doing. 

You’d seen him earlier when you first arrived, but you didn’t realize how good he looked until right now. His long hair is pushed back, letting you take in his whole face at once. The chiseled features are even more sharpened by a light sheen coming off of the string of fairy lights that Lucy had been intent on hanging. 

His outfit isn’t complicated, just a dark pair of jeans and a black leather jacket, but he’s making the ensemble look exactly as it was meant to be. 

 He’s giving you a look that you can’t place, but it’s somewhere between smug and shocked. Whatever it is, it’s intense enough that it makes your breath catch in your chest.

Mitch picks that moment to press a hot kiss against your throat, sucking the skin and causing your lips to fall open. You whine as you feel his teeth scraping your skin because it stings. Any evidence of a smirk has vanished from Jake’s face; his eyes flick away like he can’t watch anymore. He shoves off the doorway and disappears into the kitchen, leaving his friends to shrug and continue their conversation without him.

The second he’s not there any longer, you push away from Mitch with admittedly too much force. You stand, but your legs are wobbly, both from the alcohol and from the odd sitting position you’d just been in. You try to head toward the kitchen, but Mitch’s hand is suddenly around your wrist.

“Where are you going?” he asks, and you almost feel bad because he looks truly confused, and you think maybe he’s too drunk to really figure out just how he’s fucked up. But the thread of guilt quickly unravels as your fingers find your neck, pressing into a tender spot that you can only guess is going to be an unwanted love bite. 

You rip your hand away from him, giving him the meanest look you can muster.

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t know anyone here,” he objects, frowning back at you with a look of shock.  

“Then get lost,” you suggest coldly. The hurt puppy look on his face tells you that you should regret being so harsh, but you just don’t. You leave him there on the couch as you start weaving your way through people. Lucy is giving you a concerned look from across the room, probably having just seen the whole display, but you offer her an assuring smile back. You hope she doesn’t worry too much, but you really can’t focus on anything other than making your way through the house. 

The kitchen is crowded with giggling girls and the overwhelmingly sweet smell of perfume and alcohol but is noticeably missing the one person you’re looking for. The people around you seem to get less and less sober the closer you get to the end of the kitchen, and you think the spread of booze and mixers across the kitchen counter might be to blame. 

The only other way out of the kitchen is through the back door, which is naturally blocked by a whole crowd of people. You try to politely signal that you’re trying to get past, but when that fails, you decide you’re not above shoving your way through. Everyone is gawking at you as you pass like you’re disrupting them, and you guess you are, but you’re too determined to care now. You wonder if Jake had to elbow his way through too, but no - you’re one hundred percent positive that they parted easily for him.

The autumn air hits your face as you open the door, and the not unpleasant smell of tobacco smoke on the wind tells you that you’re not alone. Your stomach lurches. Jake is standing a couple of feet from you, a cigarette between his lips. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly was not the humored look painting his face. It’s silent for a moment too long before you realize you’d been so intent on finding him that you hadn’t even remotely thought about what you’d say when you did. Lamely, you land on, “There you are.”

He exhales a cloud of smoke through tight lips. “Here I am,” he agrees. His eyes flick down to your neck, and your hand instantly reaches up to cover the spot you’re positive he’s looking at. 

He breathes a laugh. 

“I’m sorry.” You’re not sure exactly what you’re apologizing for but your voice sounds more pained that you’d let it if you were sober. It feels like an eternity as he takes another drag, leaving you anxious. 

“That’s my family couch. We watch movies there,” he says, but his teasing tone puts you just slightly more at ease. He cracks a smile at you and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “We eat meals on that thing.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t appreciate it either,” you assure. Without allowing yourself to think twice, you reach out and pluck the cigarette from his fingers. A stunned look washes over his face as he watches you raise it to your lips. A warm feeling rises in you as you realize you’d never seen him look so earnestly shocked, and you’re the one that made it happen.

It’s fleeting though - he fixes his expression quickly and steals the cigarette back from you, giving you a faux-scolding look. “Didn’t you pay attention in health class? These are bad for you.” 

You can’t help but laugh, leaning back against the railing in front of him. You try to keep your tone light. “You saw everything then?”

“More than I was supposed to, I would imagine,” he agrees with a nod. “Where’d you dig that guy up from anyway? He seems like an asshole.” He takes one last drag and then drops the cigarette. It leaves behind a tiny char spot on the wood where he stamps it out with his boot. 

You give a quiet laugh and look away, but you can feel the intensity of his eyes on you. “He’s a nice enough guy.” You’re not positive why you still feel the need to defend him, but it makes Jake roll his eyes amusedly. 

“Please,” he starts through a smug smile. “If you really liked him, I can’t imagine you’d be out here right now. Did you just leave him in there?”

Your eyes widen, shocked by how forward he can be. Feeling rather small under his brazen judgments, the most you can muster is a nod in confirmation. 

He gives a low snigger, shaking his head. “You should get back in there before he leaves then. Since you’re so into him.” 

The wind picks up, which is good because now you have something to blame for the goosebumps rising all across your body. You’re staring at him silently, not sure what to say, and not sure about how you feel. Well, that’s a bit of a lie - you’ve never been less concerned about Mitch in your life, and you’ve never been so wracked with the need for someone’s approval.

“I’m not,” you admit quietly, leaning back against the wooden railing. 

When you look back at him, he’s wearing that smug smirk again - the one that’s almost signature to the Jake Kiszka brand. 

“I know. What are you going to do about it?” he challenges.

You shrug your bare shoulders, and it’s quiet for a beat before you try to speak again. “I blew up at him and told him to leave.” 

Jake gives you an impressed look. “Wow, good.”

You frown at him. “Why wow?” you ask, the suspicion in your tone making him laugh.

“I don’t know, you just seem too nice.”

Annoyance causes your frown to deepen, you go to say something, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t look at me like that. How long would you have let that relationship go on before you finally put it out of its misery?” Your lips purse in agitation at his patronizing tone.

Dodging his question, you scoff. “I’m not that nice. I do plenty of bad things.”

He looks all too pleased with himself, like the conversation ended up here by design.

“Like what?” His voice is lower now. Quiet. “Take a drag off of someone else’s cigarette?”

You’re close enough to him that you could lean in and kiss him with ease, but you’re fairly sure that’s what he wants you to do. If he expects it, it won’t be satisfying enough. The urge to truly impress him is stronger than you’d like to admit. 

You reach down to take his hand in yours, and he lets you.  

You aren’t normally one to misbehave - as much as you hate to admit he’s right - but he makes you want to.  

You pull his hand up to your face, and he cups your chin in his cool palm. He looks collected, but you can tell he’s waiting to see what you’re going to do next. You don’t want to disappoint him - you want to give him a good show. Before you lose your confidence, you wrap your fingers around his wrist, holding it there in front of your face. Infuriatingly slowly, you tilt your head down, parting your lips and taking his thumb into your mouth. It’s completely silent, save for the sound of the breeze and the muted music from the house, so you can hear the exact second that his breath catches in his throat. You feel electric, but you honestly can’t tell if it’s from how sexual the moment is, or how satisfying it is to see him struck silent. 

All the Kiszka boys are gorgeous, but the way his face looks as you run your tongue along his skin makes your muscles weak. You let your eyes flutter closed, so you’re not expecting it when his other hand finds your hip, holding you exactly where you are.

“Jesus,” he says on an exhale. You hum around his skin, and a moment later, you pull his hand away from your mouth. It leaves a light, smokey taste on your tongue. He looks like he can’t find a single thing to say for a few moments. You can feel him start to pull you in, but both of you jump as the door swings open. You manage to step far enough away from him to not look conspicuous just as Lucy pops her head out.

“Oh my god, I finally found you.” Her words are pretty sloppy, but you smile and nod. “What are you doing out here?”

Your heart is pounding, but you try to keep a relaxed pose.

“Just needed some air after all of that,” you reply, voice quavering, but Lucy is far too drunk to notice.

“Did you know that Mitch just left?” Her brows are tipped up in a look of utmost concern. 

You shake your head no but quickly change the subject. “It’s cold out here, Lu. You should head back inside.”

Her frown deepens, and you realize that she isn’t going away unless you go with her. 

“I’ll come inside in one second,” you assure, tone taking on a bargaining nature. “And I’ll take you up on that dance.”

She suddenly beams at you, nodding so quickly that you’re not sure how she doesn’t make herself dizzy. “I’ll make you a drink.”

You laugh and go to tell her to slow down, but she’s gone before you can utter another word. 

To your slight dismay, when you look back at Jake, he has completely collected himself. It feels like progress lost. If you didn’t notice the way his eyes linger on your lips as he pulls out another cigarette, you’d think everything was perfectly normal. There isn’t anywhere on Earth you’d rather be right now, but you acknowledge that Lucy will be back out to get you if you take too long.

You consider staying - trying to find all the ways you can convince him of your mischievous side further - but you settle instead for reaching down for his lighter, and he lets you take it from his hand. He’s staring directly into your eyes, which makes it hard for you to focus on lighting the cigarette in his mouth, especially as the flame illuminates the high points of his lovely face. When it’s ignited, he instantly takes a drag and breathes it out through his nostrils. You tuck the lighter into the front pocket of his jeans.

As you go to open the door and head inside, you catch him shaking his head with a smirk. 

The feeling in your stomach is strange and foreign as you make your way into the living room to find Lucy, but as you sway back and forth with her on the rug, you realize that it must be some form of relief. You know you should feel guilty, but you don’t, even in the slightest.

PART TWO

[lifeisforthealive]

So I'm watching Camp Rock again for the first time since the only time I saw it when it premiered, and (no word of a lie) I did NOT like it when it first came out (I knew even then), but I'm watching it because, you know, Tik Tok, and...

I have so many feelings and I cannot stop laughing because I am sO UNCOMFORTABLE

1) OK so why does Mitchie wake up and PRETEND to play these instruments she own and assumedly actually knows how to play

2) that's honestly been my number one grievance

3) the dancing is so bad

4) there isn't as much singing as there should be? In my opinion?

5) Caitlin is all like "check me out" and just hits some keys on a computer and random sounds come out? Like check out what, your computer? But also Caitlin is obviously cool and is one of the best dancers

6) Tess is awkward when she moves or dances is not talented ok I said it

7) Demi's voice slays, there is no denying. But she is awkward af and I think she agrees (tbh the material is not a lot to work with)

8) Those tight ass pants Joe when he struts what were you or they even thinking I can't 🤣🤣🤣

9) the lies I am so eMBARRASSED

10) Caitlin stop trying Mitchie is the worst

11) Mitchie you're not actually the worst but Caitlin calling you out was SO ON POINT

13) The adults in this movie are not trying at all. They know what this movie is.

14) PAJAMA JAM WTF just call it the paJAM still terrible but somehow better

15) Caitlin slamming it with that insult THE OTHER LEMMINGS fuck yeah girl

16) I didn't mean for this to turn into a live post but work was rough this week and it's Friday afternoon in COVID

17) No one believes you are playing that piano, Caitlin

18) Joe Jonas is a good at throwing that shady look I CANNOT 🤣

19) That was a lame insult. You go, Demi

20) How is it final jam already? It's been a WEEK

21) Why is everyone wearing pants in the summer I literally cannot believe that. Why is no one going in the lake.

22) On that note that outfit Caitlin wore during Joe's dance class was just....WHY

23) I remember Peggy's song being a banger and I can't wait

24) What was the conversation like about Joe being like the only one in the movie? Do his brothers resent him? Did they? If anyone has not seen Nick in Scream Queens they are missing OUT

25) They're really playing "Start the Party" again???? I still feel like the party never started the first time! There are like five songs in this movie wtf

26) I'm having a lot of fun, though. Lots of laughs. Definitely doing this for CR2

27) Wow there were def some sex vibes when he said that line about getting in the boat

28) I'm not high or drunk. Felt that should be said now. I did eat 4 slices of cheese, though.

29) I mean, she did lie a LOT, but kids are so mean.

30) I was not a Joe girl back then but I totally get it and surprised myself with that. I should have been a Joe girl.

31) Nevermind he did that weird twitchy mic thing and I'm embarrassed.

32) Kevin that hair was TERRIBLE

33) Nick with them curls nevermind Nick 4eva

34) JOE WAS TRYING TO HARD TO ACT WHEN DEMI ADMITTED HER MOM ISN'T WHO SHE SAID SHE WAS HIS FACE BEHIND DEMI

35) Why are we out here shaming people who can't afford an assumedly thousand dollar camp?!?!

36) Omg check your privilege, Joe character

37) Why did we think this terribly straightened scene hair was hot? Why were Panic! the only people who could pull it off?!

38) I want to hide from Joe's monologue omg

39) Poor Demi's mom!!! #teamConnie how do you deal with your daughter lying about you like that?! She took it way too well

40) WHY ARE YOU WEARING LONG SLEEVES IT IS SUMMER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY I DOUBT THERE IS ANY AC

41) GO OFF, DEMI

42) Peggy what are you DOINGGGGG

43) Demi what are those green slouch boots. NO.

44) Why are you playing dress up NEXT TO THE LAKE?!

45) The way Demi said "mom...don't" just had me CHOKING

46) OK but like come on onnnnnnn with this bracelet shit

47) Aussie boy dropping hints about the END of final jam I see you Mr obvi

48) Nick was not havin this movie

49) OK, this Tess song is a lowkey jam. Not my favorite, but way better than the other Tess song

50) really underwhelming choreography again. She sort of just takes long strides across the stage for every song

51) OK SHE WAS BASICALLY DONE WITH HER SONG DID WE REALLY NEED THAT RIDICULOUS GASP

52) YASSSSS MARGARET

53) why these flashbacks to things we just saw twenty minutes ago?! Why?! What purpose?!

54) i think I remembered this song once a couple of years ago but could not remember where it was from. Thank you, Peggy

55) no one can actually play instruments

56) omg I am actually almost crying for Peggy's moment

57) this song BOPS. That dance...jerks

58) wow Joe is so dreamy in that shot

59) why are Nick and Kevin even here tbh

60) really wish Caitlin like...did anything solo during Final Jam

What an experience. I'm drunk on secondhand embarrassment.

I'm immediately watching the sequel.

[7joonie]

fics I’ve read ♡

i’m making this post so i can keep all my favorite fics in one place!! lots of different ships, and the stories range from fluffy to smutty to both and everywhere in between, but i loved them all omg, they’re not really organized in any particular way, but here take them. also, i formatted this on desktop, so i’m sorry if it looks weird on mobile ♡

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wonder by wordcouture (jikook, rated teen & up, 7604 words)

["I wanted to surprise you."

Jungkook feels tears prickling at the edges of his eyes again as he digs a small, thin book from the large pocket in his new pants. The Little Prince. "Me too."]

au: apocalypse / space opera

the superior jikook fic!!

will absolutely make you ugly cry

up we go by oh_hey_tae (taegimin, rated teen & up, 100331 words)

[Warmth. The memory of it. Sun-drenched earth beneath his feet. A piano song, shivering in the morning air. Wet handprints on his shirt, his waist. Laughter. The scent of orange blossoms and cypress.

“We,” Taehyung starts, grasping at his chest where his heart has begun to hum. “We… Have we…?”]

au: modern with magic / witchcraft

tw: implied/referenced character death, references to depression and suicide/suicidal thoughts, anxiety

this might be my favorite fic i’ve read, it’s so beautifully written 

it broke my heart into a billion pieces and then put it back together (mostly...i feel bittersweet okay)

i just really love poly fics

lots of fluff, romance, hurt/comfort

slow burn

happy ending

i cried a lot, just read this fic okay??

canvas by daebon (yoonseok, rated E, 94922 words)

[When Hoseok had told the elder that he wanted to make love to him, he hadn't lied. Of all the things to fall from his lips in the last few months, this was the only truth. That first messy time in this very place had felt like heaven, like a sweet dream coaxed from him during a lazy afternoon nap, but this feels heady and consuming, like a strange rite of passage. He knows he'll never be the same after this, but neither will Yoongi.]

au: non-famous/normal life

tw: implied/referenced sexual assault, some internalized homophobia

the amount of angst in this fic almost killed me

there’s softness too 

smut of the artsy variety!!

hoseok is an artist and yoongi is his muse

stripper jungkook & jimin

angst with a happy ending

lovely bloodflow by aetoms (taekook, rated M, 5246 words)

[“If we’re never able to marry here, promise me we’ll go somewhere else, that we’ll fly to some place pretty and far away from here…?” It came out as a question at the time, the hesitation present in his voice. Jeongguk didn’t know what he had to be hesitant about.

“Oh, darling,” he had said on a sigh, ruffling his fingers through the choppy fringe that stuck to Taehyung’s forehead. “That’s a promise I intend to keep.”]

au: non-famous/normal life

tw: major character death

this fic is written so beautifully, it’s so descriptive and i could really feel the characters emotions

just know that this fic broke my heart made me sob for 20 minutes so read at your own risk!!

the castle on the hill by bellamees (yoonkook, rated M, 33098 words)

[i'm in love, jungkook thinks briefly, watching the sky change colors above them as nighttime starts its conquering. he's in love with all of them, the lost boys and their mismatched clothes, their boyish chaos, their accent, their smell of fresh paint and the blueberry lollipops stuck between their teeth.]

au: hyyh (hyyh yoonkook is superior)

yoongi is bad at feelings

angst and softness

red string of fate aka bangtan are soulmates and we been knew

bangtan are lost boys

hurt & comfort

some drunk fun times / drunken kissing

the ending of this fic had me sobbing into my pillow at 3am, seriously i just re-read the last few sentences and teared up again oh my god

read it!!

taste of your lips on me, i can't forget by locks (taekook, rated E, 2420 words)

[It started off something hot and dangerous, and the fire has yet to burn out. Jeongguk hopes it never fucking burns out. He's not just in it for the rebellion, that actually doesn't have a lot to do with this, and a lot to do with the beautiful boy that never strays far from Jeongguk's mind.]

au: church

literally this is just pure filthy smut with lots of beautiful dirty talk

church sex, porn without plot

enjoy

everything is waiting for you by 777335 (taegikook, rated teen & up, 12110 words)

[It’s both of them in his daydreams, when it aches so much that he lets himself daydream like it will ease up the pressure inside his heart.  It never works, never eases up.  He lets himself do it anyway, sometimes.  And when he does, when he daydreams, in the little house he has built for them in his head, it’s the three of them and their dogs and their bed is big so they can curl up and look at the rain out the window and talk and talk and talk, Taehyung’s voice like riptides and Jeongguk’s voice like tide pools, and both of them rogue waves and—

them.]

au: non-famous/normal life

soft soft soft, omg so soft, pure fluff

this fic left me feeling so happy and warm, i just really love poly taegikook

so much love, just read this, it’ll make you happy i promise

to live again by mindheist (taekook, rated E, 29984 words)

[“I love you more than anybody.”

“You can’t.”

“I can, and I do,” Taehyung says. His voice is tired, but stubborn, the dreamy haze of his orgasm dissolving in the wake of his insistence.

“I love you too.” It sounds like a dirty secret, the way Jeongguk whispers it for only Taehyung to hear, but Taehyung cups them in his hands like newborn black-and-scarlet koi. “First I love you, too.”]

au: historical

tw: some light violence

forbidden love!!

smut

this fic is so original!! omg i love it

pov of namjoon reading the historical book of taekook’s story

this fic made me cry, it’s so beautiful and bittersweet and it really broke my heart

please read it

love, i have wounds by sharleena (taekook, rated E, 79451 words)

[There's a pause then a small laugh “I like you so fucking much.”

Jungkook smiles “I know you do.” he says, when in reality he wants to tell him that he's in love. So in love.]

au: college/university

angsty but also fluffy

lots of smut, some rough some soft

themes of loneliness and depression

friends with benefits turned lovers

artist tae, photographer kook

they are so in love it’s SICK and twisted

light themes of abuse so be aware

this fic feels so real!! please read it

bad boy by xiajin (yoonkook, rated M, 26427 words)

[“you scared?” yoongi murmurs against the kiss marks on his neck, pasting over the ugliness left there underneath. jungkook scoffs, pushing at his shirt, begging closer. “i don’t scare easily.”

“how did i get so lucky to meet you?” yoongi asks, marvels, voice heavy with the weight of his breath.]

au: college/university

tw: themes of possessiveness/stalking/unhealthy relationship dynamics so be aware

angsty and soft

this fic scared me, but in a good way

angsty yoongi

they’re both whipped af omg so in love

kinda slow burn

some violence/sexual assault (not between main characters)

they’re both subtle / not so subtle sociopaths what can i say

it’s also written in all lowercase which for some reason i love

this fic shocked me and it’s written so well, it’s so DARK DARK DARK and the writer really draws you in, i just really love it okay?

strawberries & cigarettes by notyoongs (yoonkook, rated E, 129328 words)

[“you are so special, jeongguk,” says yoongi. “did you know that? i feel very, very lucky to know you. i feel very lucky that you choose to show me parts of your heart like that.”

“i trust you with it,” whispers jeongguk. “my heart, i mean.”

“i’ll keep it safe, then,” says yoongi. “i promise.”]

au: non-famous/normal life

mutual pining

CUTE CUTE CUTE i was blushing reading this fic

slow slow slow burn omg so slow

SOFT, shy jungkook, soft bad boy yoongi

so much great fluff, very light angst

some smut

so freaking cute, so much love, omg read this now

384.400 km by bellamees (yoonkook, rated GA, 6457 words)

[“i met someone like you once,” yoongi huffs. “he was in love with the sky, too.”

“i’m not— in love,” jungkook sniffs, shifting on his weight. “you can’t love something like that.”

“ah.” and something of the likes of bittersweetness stains yoongi’s face. “yeah, i guess not.”]

au: magical realism

i’m tearing up right now as i type this

this fic is so beautiful and bittersweet

i cried a lot

please read this fic it’s going to hurt you so much but it’s so beautiful

logical thinking by only_a_fangirl (namgiseok, rated E, 135153 words)

[“Let go,” Namjoon says, locking eyes with Hoseok. “We’re all close. You can come, let go.”]

canon compliant

this is literally pure filth i’m SO SORRY

rap line threesomes what more can i say

if you love me, won’t you say something by 777335 (yoonkook, rated E, 102213 words)

[“It lives in the center of my soul,” Yoongi whispers finally, opening his eyes, “how I feel about you, Jeon Jeongguk.]

au: college/university

the superior yoonkook fic!!!! omg it’s my favorite

mutual pining

they are both oblivious and WHIPPED

sloooowwww burn

tons of domesticity and time jumps *chef’s kiss*

some smut

soft af!!

bangtan friend group!!

some drunk fun times

light angst

i know i already said this but it’s the superior yoonkook fic

[thecardsimagine]

Uff, I really need to catch up with the reversed endings too but eh, not a good time for us Lucio fans I heard, welp. (Also I am scared af lol) Oh well, hope you can enjoy this then!

Lemon because I hc Lucio’s metal arm to be cold under normal circumstances

“I didn’t.”

Another kiss, ravaging his mouth and dipping deep in with his own tongue.

“Oh, you did, you little-” 

There was no time for dirty talk as Lucio got turned around, his lover straddling his hips while also breaking away from the kiss. Both parties were huffing as their eyes met in a stare-down, ending in Lucio’s lips curling up in a mischievous grin. “You don’t really think you get to lie to me and get away without punishment.”

“Well, I do think you are being overdramatic and an idiot- Ouf!” He didn’t get to speak out as Lucio pushed himself up and flung both of them over, his lover ending up below him. “As if you didn’t like it,” he remarked, his hands curling tightly around his lover’s wrists as he leaned down again to kiss him. There was an almost animalistic hiss that came from his mouth as the sting set in, causing Lucio to straighten his back a little and glaring down at him. 

“Feisty today, are we?” he asked sarcastically, bringing his boyfriend’s arms under his metal hand to hold him down while he wiped away the blood bubble that formed on his lips. “Can’t believe you’d bite me.”

“Well...” Lucio’s s/o started bringing up a foot to Lucio’s hips before giving pushing it down into his loins, feeling the bulge in Lucio’s pants already. “And yet you get so turned on from it.” There was a growl originating from Lucio’s throat in response, his face scornful. “You’re such a handful,” he scoffed back.

Lucio didn’t so much listen to more complains of his lover, proceeding to slip of the pants that stood between them, where a perfectly erect penis waited to be tended to. With a now self-assured smirk, Lucio let his fingers glide over his boyfriend’s member, teasing the tip a little by rolling his thumb over it. “Looking down at me, never at yourself, huh?” he remarked, making sure to grip on to the limb tightly. 

“Goddamnit, Lucio...”

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t curse me.” His lover gave an exasperated roll of his eyes, though the pleasure of having his cock stroked soon enough overtook his expression. Lucio couldn’t help but revel in the dreamy look in his boyfriend’s eyes, keeping his hand in motion for a while longer to see it. Having him writhe underneath his touch was enough for the count to give up on the power play, knowing that it had been proven who was in charge, releasing the hands he was pinning down.

A soft moan escaped his lips as Lucio propped his lover’s hips onto his legs, making the way free to his behind. In his field of view, Lucio brought up his metallic hand, licking it forebodingly while he watched, only to bring it around his hips again and to their behind.

It was nothing new to him, having Lucio use his arm while having sex, though it was an undeniable different sensation to have one of those fingers participate. Admittedly, Lucio never was one for long foreplay and expected that after all the times the two of them laid together, his s/o would be much more accustomed to him yet. But still, as he pushed his first digit into his ass, it was a feeling as new as daylight. 

His cock twitching in Lucio’s hand, the count’s grin widened, a melodic hum escaping him. “Still as into it as the first time we did it, huh?” he teased, pushing a little further to please him more. “Oh, will you just shut up?” his lover hissed back, gaining an even wider smirk for Lucio.

“You love listening to me, Baby ~” Lucio purred, spending some well-deserved time with preparing his lover, all while his hands gripped into Lucio’s clothes, trying to find some halt. All the moans and groans made it hard to deny the pleasant feeling of the cold metal against his inside, encouraging Lucio to go further too. 

It was almost painful to have the golden finger removed, though it was only long enough until Lucio had freed his own cock from his pants. He didn’t wait too long until he shoved his length back into the aching asshole, gaining some muffled groans from his lover. “Can’t you be gentle? At least once?” he asked him, glaring at Lucio from below.

“Sorry, that word never worked for me. But maybe if you beg me too I will?”

“Fuck you too!”

“Eh, wrong word.”

And without much consideration of his lover having to adjust to the cock pounding into him, Lucio started to move, delighted laughs falling off his lips. Even though it was a known feeling to his lover, it still was greeted with a mix of pained groans and pleased moans until he could finally come to enjoy it. Needless to say, that was the biggest delight for the count who looked almost proudly at his lover’s flushed and exposed form.

Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse, there were not many more words spoken. Aside from Lucio’s commentary on how good he felt, he was satisfied with keeping his lover’s mouth busy with his own lips and stroking along his length while he pounded into him mercilessly. Even though they both were heated from the previous argument they had, they were practically melting into each other throughout the whole ordeal.

Two men, moaning and gasping against each other’s skin, a rare battle of who-comes-first as Lucio was ready to let go in the last few spurts he did, not disappointing his lover with the intensity and combination of his strokes and pounds. 

Immediately after, he sunk down into his boyfriend's chest, unbothered with pulling out and even without complaining as he got pushed off by his lover, falling right next to them. “You liked that?” he teased, looking at the glistening liquid on his lover’s stomach. “No,” his lover huffed, deadset on not giving him the confirmation he wanted.

“God, you’re such a liar.”

“Maybe.”

[lovexdejun]

🖤NCT Boyfriend Series🖤

- [💌] Mark

•an awkward lil bean but also a v powerful boi •this is gonna be a pretty detailed scenerio so it’s probably gonna be long. i should honestly just make it into a one shot but im too lazy. i’ll just apologize beforehand •friend of friend but mark always shown a special interest in you •bitch you weren’t complaining •he fell head over heals for you while he was over-enthusiastically telling some lame story during a bonfire at the dorm and you were the only one genuinely laughing •it hadn’t been your first time over, but after that you slowly started becoming a part of the group •they’d start inviting you out places even though they barely knew you from one of renjun’s friends •it was because mark wouldn’t shut up about you, always asking renjun when he was gonna invite ‘that really pretty friend with the cute smile’ to the dorm again •you figure out he likes you because all the members openly tease him about it •however, you’re the only one who knows you like him back because you’re a reeeeally good actor •the boys think you’re just being nice and platonic when you cuddle with mark (which is all the time, might i add) •during one movie night, instead of huddling with all the dreamies, you nonchalantly sit next to mark on the couch •then you subtly inch closer to him as the movie drags on and eventually burrow into his side and under his blanket •’i’m cold’ •he’ll instinctively drape his arm around your neck, not realizing it until you intertwine your fingers with his •when you begin running your free hand over his thigh, you feel his heart beat speed up beneath your head •so you’ll make sure no ones looking then stare up at him •but he only glances at you •tbh you’ve waited months for this so you’re not gonna stop over him ignoring you •and then your mouth is on the tender skin of his neck, right behind his jaw •then they’re gone just like that •so, after a minute of being completely dumbstruck, he finally just turns and kisses you •your lips are soft and wet and mark wants to kick himself for not doing this sooner •when the lights flip back on, you two are practically fucking swallowing each other •there are screams of encouragement, surprise, horror, and disapproval before you to jump apart •’aww markie has his first kiss! about time’ •’MY OTP’ (i can picture yuta saying this 100%) •’did you lose your standards within the last hour??’ •’yah! not in front of the children!!’ •of course, you and mark become everyone’s ultimate ship •lowkey cringy but also cute af •he’ll pout to you when he gets teased by his members •so pretty much every hour or two •you just wanna protect him at all costs •says literally the sweetest things you’ve ever heard •he’s super respectful toward your personal space bc he doesn’t want you to get uncomfortable from him touching you •so usually you’re the one to hang all over him and everything •once he does become more accustomed to it, there’s no escape •you’ll be trying to walk and he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and walk with you •or he just wants to have his hands on some part on you at all times •he doesn’t like kissing in public tho, bc he’s shy •you force him to take naps with you when you have free time •you guys cuddle in really weird positions •like somehow he always ends up hugging your thighs or you’re straddling his waist, curled into a ball with your head on his chest •in normal positions, he’s the little spoon •he would die happy as long as you’re whispering in his ear and playing with his hair while he’s laying his head on your chest •you guys go on pretty chill dates •he doesn’t like fancy places that much •the biggest lightweight, so you’ll end up carrying him home if you go out drinking •but he makes up for it with drunken complements and butterfly kisses •fights are rare •he’s on the same page as you with most things, because you guys think alike •you’re always there cheering him on, and he’s always hyping you up •your heart aches so bad when he gets homesick because you hate seeing him sad •you’ll end up being the one to cry in those cases and when you explain yourself he’ll just laugh and pull you into the tightest hug •’baby, it’s okay. i’m okay.’ •you just love him so much •so when he’s hurting, you hurt ten times worse •the same goes for mark •he would rather get hit by a train 1000x over than see you even the least bit upset •granted, you both are still young, and you’ll probably have other relationships in the future •you’ll always have a special place in each other’s hearts. •but something tells me you guys will end up finding your way back to each other in the end •a relationship with mark would be stable and responsible, but your inner children would always find a way to shine through. you’d never feel disappointed or shorted with him because he just has this way of making you fall in love over and over again •if classify mark with the relationship lines cute, responsible, and old married couple.

>>mark is so cute i gotta go. plus he’s a fucking god like how can he be in all three units at once and still look like he get a full 8hrs every night??

A/N: i looooOooOooooooOoove mark so muuuUuuUuUuuch. why is he actually me?

A/Nx2: mark and renjun were quite difficult to start the writing for, so i’m sorry that it took me 10million years to post this. i’ll probably be posting renjun’s in the next hour. love youuu💗

nct | requests are always open!!

[seungkwanslowqualityenglish]

Boyfriend!Taeyong

Who: Taeyong

Word Count: 2324 Words

Warning: None really.

Request: Yes. “Can you do a boyfriend!au with Taeyong like you did with others from NCT please? Thanks in advance 😁 “ @kalmamila

Taeyong would probably not ask you out.

Like tbh, he’d be too shy.

Like people think how is he on stage is how he is irl but that’s wrong.

You would probably be all the guys friends, and you have a group chat together, and Taeyong is always like I don’t want to ask them out because what if it ruins our friendship.

The only reason he went out with you was because some of the other guys played him.

Yuta probably planned this with the help of Haechan and some other Dreamies.

Yuta asked everyone to a movie in the group chat, but then quickly texted to a group chat that was everyone but you and Taeyong, and was like “Everyone say yes, but then don’t show up on the night of the movie and come up with some excuse as to why”.

Then boom you and Taeyong end up on a date together.

As you and him waited at the theater for the other like seventeen and all of them just happened to message you saying they couldn’t come for some reason or the other.

You and Taeyong were the only two there and were like well we came all this way, we might as well go ahead and watch.

It’s lowkey a date.

You two have a lot of fun, watching a movie together, then going to a cafe after, and finally Taeyong walking you home. 

The next day you start talking about how you two should do it again, since you really enjoyed yourself. 

Three or four dates later, you finally actually labeled it as a date.

Yuta probably bragged to Taeyong he has him to thank, since it was Yuta’s plan to have no one else show up at the movie. 

Taeyong would be mad for a good hour then realize had Yuta and Haechan not done that, he wouldn’t have asked you out.

You would have gone out on five or six dates before Taeyong would finally kiss you, yet, you sorta consider those first three like hangouts not really dates.

He’d be super respectful, like he wouldn’t kiss you first.

You’d probably catch him staring at your lips, he wanting to kiss you, but not doing it.

Then you’d kiss him and then he’d respond by kissing you again right after.

You’d probably end up sorta making out on the doorstep of NCT’s dorm, since you had planned to hang out with the others after your date since they weren’t promoting or anything, and you end up having a good 10 or 11 boys watching you from an upper room’s window and probably disrupting your kiss since one will try to call the others but speak a bit too loud and you’ll hear.

When you two enter the dorms, the other guys will probably pick on you both a lot.

But really they’ll pick on Taeyong a lot more.

Taeyong probably threatens to ground someone at least once.

At least one person ends up getting their phone taken by him, probably a Dreamie or Yuta.

Yuta probably jokes that you two shouldn’t sit next to each other since what happened outside might happen again.

You two become like official after the seventh or eighth date. 

All the thoughts Taeyong had about dating ruining your friendship and stuff, was wrong.

He probably doesn’t bring you to the dorm that often, just because he’d rather the guys know the bare minimum about you.

The first part of your relationship is gonna be awkward.

Like no way around it, no matter how close you to are, still gonna be awkward.

You’ll be dating a good five or six months before that awkwardness starts to fade.

Taeyong is honestly gonna be the best boyfriend.

Like best one ever, lets be real.

He will need constant validation through the relationship, just reassure him that you love him and it’ll be fine.

He gives you a lot of back hugs.

But he’s on the receiving end of more back hugs.

He loves holding you in his arms.

But he also loves it when you wrap your arms around him and hold him.

You’ll just be laying on the sofa and suddenly you have a person’s head laying in your lap, and it’s Taeyong.

He’ll love it if you run your hand through his hair.

Like you playing with his hair, he considers that a quality bonding activity.

He’d probably fall asleep while you did it and you could do something like put his hair into little ponytails and he wouldn’t care one bit.

He’d also love playing with your hair if you laid in his lap.

He’d try to braid but probably just tangle your hair, and then say his sister never taught him how to braid and so you shouldn’t have expected him to be able to know how.

But if you wanted him to braid your hair, he’d probably learn for you.

If you need anyone to straighten the back of your hair, he can do that.

If you need someone to curl the back of your hair, he can’t do that, he’d probably burn himself so don’t ask him. 

He’d also brush your hair if you asked him.

He’d probably be like “Um why.” really confused, but then five seconds later he’d probably be like this is why, realizing how soothing it is just playing with your hair.

He’s the type to murmur “I love you” between kisses.

The best kisser, but he doesn’t realize it.

He probably thinks that someone else would be a better boyfriend than him, but you are just like stop, no, you are the best.

He’ll get hella embarrassed when you tell him that, and he’ll just bury his face in your neck.

When he buries his face in your neck, usually he’ll start kissing it.

He’ll accidentally cover your neck in hickeys, then get really embarrassed that he just did that.

He would apologize to you and you are just like, “We are dating, you don’t need to apologize.”

But he’ll still apologize for every hickey he gives you, until you are just like fine, start putting them in places others can’t see. 

He’ll get embarrassed at that, probably turn a shade of red you’ve never seen on human skin before.

If you give him any hickeys, he’ll probably be like stop for a quick moment, then five seconds later he’s given in and moaning as you suck on his neck.

He lowkey loves marking you, but only where others can’t see, but this wouldn’t happen until you’ve been together a while. 

Like you’re dating two years before he finally gets comfortable with marking you, and you’ll be getting hickeys all over your torso and chest. 

Gets to this point you gotta be like “Taeyong, stop.” 

He won’t admit it, but he highkey gets this surge of manly pride while brushing his fingers over the purple marks.

He might not want the rest of NCT to know much about your relationship, but he wants all people to know you are taken.

He goes into protect mode if anyone flirts with you, like you are his, no one should be flirting with you.

His kisses are the best, like wow you can tell he’s a rapper.

You probably joke about rappers are the best with their tongues at least once, and Taeyong turns a shade of red you’ve never seen. 

He will tell you “I love you” at least 4 times a day.

He says if you don’t get 4 daily reminders he has failed as a boyfriend.

But you are really like no you haven’t, but he still thinks he has.

If he knows he is gonna be busy, he will literally text you all 4 times before work.

If he is touring or in another country, he will make you send him daily selfies.

Like he’ll claim that not seeing your face every day will kill him.

He probably has a snapchat that he made just for the days he can’t be around you.

He loves cuddling you.

He goes between being the big spoon and little spoon depending on his mood.

If he’s being clingy af then prepare for him to be the big spoon.

But if he’s been having a rough day or is sick, prepare for him to be the little spoon.

If you get sick, Taeyong is up in there with all his home remedies trying to make you better.

If he’s sick, he’s saying for you not to bother since he can care for himself.

But he lowkey wants you to take care of him.

He lowkey loves it when you take care of him, despite him saying you don’t need to.

Like let him lay on your chest or lap and run your fingers through his hair and he’ll be out in minutes.

Softly sing to him, even if you can’t sing, and he’ll praise you to the heavens.

He’s all about that praise also.

If you praise him he’ll get all blushy and then want to be better.

He’ll constantly praise you too.

Like you looking good, get ready for him the praise how nice you look in that outfit.

You did your makeup real nice, get ready for him to praise you.

You cook dinner, get ready for that praise of how good a cook you are.

You do anything, get ready for some praise more than likely.

He lowkey loves it when you praise his dancing.

Like quickest way to make him happy or boost his ego, compliment his dancing.

Like even if his favorite artist tells him his dancing is good, if you say his dancing is good, your compliment is worth more to him.

He goes to you for your approval for everything.

Like he’s written a new song or rap, he’s asking you for your opinion.

He cooked something, he’s asking your opinion.

You are honestly his little helper in the kitchen.

He’ll cook whatever you ask him to.

Being his helper, just pretty much means you sit on the counter and taste test everything since he doesn’t let you actually cook or anything.

Probably says his princess doesn’t need to worry herself about cutting and cooking since he can do that all.

You just taste test everything and occasional give him kisses, since he claims your kisses give him energy to finish cooking dinner.

You probably end up completely making out in the kitchen once and dinner burns.

Probably more than once, like tbh.

But Taeyong always treats you to take out when that happens, since he doesn’t want his princess to have to wait another two hours for him to completely restart dinner.

He loves taking photos of you.

Has a whole folder of candids of you.

If you ask him to take photos of you, he’s turned into a photographer and is probably complimenting you for an hour straight. 

Probably has 23 heart emojis by your name in his phone.

Calls you babe or princess instead of your name.

More than likely princess because you are a princess to him.

But he gets flustered if you call him babe.

They exposed him as having the worst alcohol tolerance, so give this boy a little alcohol and he’s wasted.

He probably gets wasted after drinking a bottle of soju and goes online and buys you a ton of stuff.

He probably buys something like a bdsm choker and doesn’t realize it until it comes in but he’s already given you the box and you’ve found it.

You’d probably just be like “Wow didn’t know you were into this.” 

He’d go in defense mode so fast explaining he was drunk, and you just laugh since you know he was because the date on the packing slip was that night he got wasted from one bottle of soju.

You’d probably make a joke about how much of a lightweight he is before assuring him it’s fine, and he should stop worrying since this wasn’t gonna make you break up with him or anything.

He also probably orders you some fancy dress you don’t need, but drunk him thought you’d look good in it, and sober him agrees because you look so hella good in it.

The dress leads to an impromptu photoshoot and he’s forgotten all about that other thing he accidentally bought. 

If you invite him over and your room or apartment or something is messy, he’ll clean it.

Like compulsively he’ll clean everything.

When he’s stressed he’ll probably just come over and like clean your kitchen or something.

You never have to worry about cleaning since he’ll do it.

You try to help sometimes but he’s just like “No, no, no, baby, just sit there and watch, I’ll do this all.” 

He lowkey won’t let you help since he things you’ll mess up something.

Like he probably worries you’ll use like vinegar on the marble countertops, which is something you shouldn’t do, so he’s just like “No no baby you don’t need to help.”

He sucks at keeping secrets, like nothing is a surprise with him.

The only way he can keep secrets from you, is if he doesn’t know it himself.

He also spoils all the surprises.

He probably also spoils comebacks to you, but you promise to not tell, so he doesn’t freak out about it that much now.

You know their comeback song and dance, because Taeyong sucks at secrets.

He’ll love sleeping with you in his arms.

The only way he’ll sleep is holding you or a pillow.

Like if you gotta go something, you gotta put a pillow or something in his arms of he’ll wake up because his arms are not holding you.

He’ll probably softly sing to you when you both try to go to sleep, because he knows his voice soothes you.

He’d honestly just be the sweetest and softest boyfriend.

[mavrisfanfics]

Connor X Reader X Haytham - Sugar Daddy [Request]

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 1466

Warnings: Mentions to sexual content, but nothing too explicit.  Tell me if you think this needs to be tagged as nsfw, but since there's nothing explicit, I think it's not necessary. Also, OOC af.

Notes:(I took the freedom to change it slightly and step it up a notch 😉)

Forgive me father for I have sinned. I made this a bit more dirty than usual and I'm willing to make a continuation ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), which is strange.

I apologize my lack of activity, but I’ve spent the last week fangirling over Pyre. That game is so husbando/waifu material. Plus it has the cutest canon pairings ever. I’ll replay it again a few more times until I can explore the various options for the endings. Seriously, I’m considering making a reader-insert for Pyre, which could be fucking canon since the player’s character is treated as Reader. The whole damn game is a Reader-insert with basketball-like rituals in between represented by beautiful art and music, and with amazing characters to meet throughout the journey... I just rambled didn’t I?...

Well, I did my best.

Anyway, enjoy!

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(sry not sry 4 the gif)

Her fingers wrapped nervously around the edge of her dress, nervously twisting and stretching the fabric. Her boyfriend was driving, hand occasionally settling over hers to grip them reassuringly. She appreciated the gesture, but couldn't help but feel nervous. Meeting your beloved's parents was never easy.

"I have an ex that lived here in the area." She blurted, trying to distract herself with conversation. Connor simply hummed in acknowledgement, not knowing what to reply. "I would still be with him if I hadn't met you."

"Was he jealous you spent time with me?" He jokingly asked.

"No, I just love you more than I ever liked him." She gave him an adoring look that made him blush. "It was more a casual thing, you know...".

As they progressed further into the neighborhood, she started noticing that it was the same way her ex used to take to his house, on those day they had it for themselves and could have some /fun/ without being interrupted. She had college roommates at the time, and her "ex", was actually an older man with a son of his own, a couple years older than her, so they took whatever time they could to spend some /pleasurable/ time together.

She drove away the thoughts of those times, feeling as if she was cheating on Connor just from remembering. Connor was the best man she ever met and no one could make her change her mind. Although the escapes were fun...

She scolded herself and remembered why she was there and her hands returned to the hem of the dress, eyes cast down while worries of what could happen ran through her head. She'd never been in a serious relationship, so meeting Connor's father was a nerve-wrecking experience.

Next thing she knew, her thoughts were pieced by Connor's voice.

"We're here."

She got out of the car quickly, fixing her dress before following Connor towards the house. Only then did she recognize the house and she froze in horror.

No, it couldn't be!

Connor took her hand and led her to the front door, which he unlocked with a key of his own after ringing the bell for a moment just to signal his presence. He led her inside the house, still holding her hand.

"Father, I'm here."

A head popped up from the door she /knew/ was the kitchen door and she just wished to jump inside a hole, curl up and die.

Her boyfriend's father was her sugar daddy.

"Connor, good to see you again." Haytham hugged his son tightly before he motioned for his girlfriend, frozen behind him and inwardly dead.

Haytham looked in surprise at her shocked figure. Just like her, he didn't expect to meet /each other/.

"Father, this is my girlfriend, (F/n). (F/n), my father." She realized she had to act quickly. She had never told Connor her ex was actually a sugar daddy, and she definitely wouldn't tell him now that she knew his father and her sugar daddy were /one and the same/.

She stretched out her hand for him to shake and smiled politely.

"Mr. Kenway, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said in the politest way possible. Haytham smiled, after recovering from the meeting, and took her hand. Instead of shaking it, he drew it to his lips and lightly kissed it, making her blush while she used all her willpower to keep old memories buried. Her boyfriend was next to her, for god's sake!

"Please, call me Haytham." The way he looked at her was mocking, and she tried to hide a glare. He was toying with her, and it made her embarrassment turn to anger.

The three then settled in the dining room for dinner. Haytham spent the dinner questioning the couple about how they met and questioning the young woman about her life, all information he already knew but pretended not to, much to her delight. When the conversation allowed, Haytham would slip in an innuendo that would fluster the other two and anger the woman at the same time. He would also constantly send her knowing looks, clearly amused with the situation.

After dinner, the three moved on to the living room, still talking. Although the meeting didn't go as planned, (F/n) found herself thinking of it a success when Connor finally advised they should leave and he remained oblivious to the tension between his father and his girlfriend.

Of course, karma decided to ruin everything when Connor decided to go to the bathroom right before leaving, which left the other two alone. At first the room was silent, but as soon as Connor climbed into the second floor, Haytham broke the silence.

"Well, my son has good taste, that I must admit."

"Shut up. Not a word. Connor doesn't know what kind of relationship I had before him, and knowing I had it with his father would only make things worse." She glared at him.

"Was it because of him that you ended our... relationship?" Haytham asked, analyzing her reaction.

"Yes." She looked him in the eye while answering, and then her eyes moved away and her expression turned dreamy. "He's so nice. I love him, and although things with you were fun, with him everything has a deeper meaning... And it's still fun."

"He makes you feel like a princess?" She chuckled before replying, still looking into the distance.

"Yes... Yes, he- … Hey, wait a sec!" Haytham laughed while she seethed, finally understanding the tone he had used to ask the question. She jumped from her seat and started putting her coat on.

"Here's the thing Haytham: I love Connor and neither you or anyone else can change that. So, let's do ourselves a favor and forget anything happened between us before this day. Yes, those times were fun, the thrill of the thing was nice, but Connor is the one who makes me feel loved, /alive/, and I wouldn’t change that for the world."

Haytham lips curled into a proud smile, but still with a hint of mischief underneath.

"Of course, I agree, /baby girl/." She almost screamed in frustration.

"Don't call me that!"

"Call you what?"

Her head whipped back to the door so fast it seemed she snapped her neck. Connor was standing behind her, towering over her with arms crossed and a brow raised in a questioning manner. She tried to find words, but her mouth just opened and close like a fish.

Connor suddenly raised a hand to stop her.

"No need to explain, I know what happened between you two." She exchanged questioning looks with the oldest Kenway, who simply shrugged. "C'mon, did you two really think I never came home while you were here?"

"Wait, so, you knew about us?" She asked her boyfriend, shocked.

"I did ask you if 'we hadn't met before' when we met for a reason." Connor smirked lightly, while her jaw dropped to the floor.

"So, us bumping into each other was /not/ a coincidence?!" Connor shook his head. "...Unbelievable."

"At first I just wanted to know why you were sleeping with my father." He pulled her close to him, while looking at Haytham, still sitting on the couch. "And I quickly realized why. I was just so happy when I knew you had chosen me over him, and most of all I was happy you felt for me the same way I did for you." Her heart skipped a beat, and she timidly asked, looking at him shyly:

"So... no hard feelings?" Connor shook his head, hugging her towards him.

"No hard feelings."

"Well, now that that's settled..." Haytham suddenly said, getting up from the couch. "I just want to say I'm glad everything's well, and I'll make sure to stay out of your way."

"You better." Connor said, glaring at his father. Suddenly the woman found his hands slowly drift towards her hips, making her look questioningly at her boyfriend. His expression then turned mischievous before continuing "...Unless you'd like to share, once in a while."

The confused woman looked between the two men, both with a glint in their eyes.

"Wait, what?" The two looked at her, and she realized she was screwed. They had a predatory look in their eyes.

"You think I didn't notice the way you were fidgeting at dinner?" Connor's breath in her ear made her shiver. It was true. Although she wanted to be mad at Haytham, once in a while a comment would make a dirty memory resurface and her body inevitably reacted to such. "What do you say, father?"

"Well, if she's up to it..."

The two looked at her intensely, awaiting an answer. She didn't need to think, her lips curled into a smirk.

"Do you really need to ask?"

[morganbelarus]

5 Haircut Trends That Will Be Everywhere In 2018

We’re exactly one month away from the new year, which is great because this year I’ve been trash has been the worst and I can’t wait until it’s fucking over. And with a new year comes the inevitable hope that there will also be a “new you”. Maybe a you who doesn’t buy her work attire from Forever21 or who isn’t in an emotionally committed relationship with her Seamless guy. Well,  a girl can dream. Anyway, here are 5 haircut trends that are about to be everyfuckingwhere in 2018 so you can embrace the best “new you” aka the same you, but with better hair.

1. Curtain Bangs

Curtain bangs are officially happening and we can thank the psychos on Pinterest who gave this trend a 600 percent increase in pins this year. It’s a dreamy, yet romantic look that works best on people who have straight hair. So if your New Year's Eve resolution is to be more “daring” but you don’t actually want to take any risks, then this haircut might be right for you. It’s like getting bangs, but not, because they’re basically almost all grown out anyway.

2. Extra Long Hair 

Kim Kardashian has been trying to make fetch extra long hair extensions happen for a straight-up year now, and apparently she’s going to get her wish, because 2018 is the year of long-ass hair. Extra long hair or “Cher hair” is predicted to be one of the hottest hair trends of 2018, which is great because I literally just got a lob last week. Seriously. This is v good for my my mental health rn. Anyway, unless you can afford to import hair extensions from a starving child in India *cough* Kim K *cough cough*  then you better start growing your hair out now. 

3. Blunt Bob With Bangs

If you’re one of those who wants to look betchy AF but doesn’t want to commit to hair that’s long enough to accidentally touch a toilet seat, then the blunt bob/bang combo is going to be the haircut for you. I’m not gonna lie, it takes one hell of a confident woman to pull this look off, but if Elena Gilbert—someone who survived after her entire family died, turned into a vampire, hooked up with her ex’s brother (and got away with it), found out she was a doppelgänger to the nastiest skank bitch in town, and still had to graduate high school during all of this—can pull of this look, then so can you. 

4. The Grown-Out Pixie

Is it wrong that I’m predicting style trends based off of someone who hasn’t even hit puberty yet? Whatever. If it’s wrong, then Netflix shouldn’t have made a 12-year-old so fucking chic I don’t want to be right. Last year the pixie cut was everywhere, so naturally the grown-out pixie, or as I like to call it, the wtf-have-I-done-I-just-want-long-hair-again cut is going to be the “it” look of 2018. I mean, how else should you start a new year if not with a haircut that says you’re full of shame and regret from last year’s poor decisions? Anyway, if you got the pixie cut because one time Millie Bobby Brown got a pixie cut, then this is the perfect new look for you. Try leaving it extra long on top to give you some more styling options.

5. The Meghan Markle Knock-Off

In case you’re a mole person and missed it, the hottest European ginger is officially off the market thanks to Meghan Markle. That lucky fucking bitch. But if you can’t have her man, you can at least attempt to replicate her hairstyle so that you can feel close to Prince Harry like an actual princess in the new year. This isn’t so much a haircut as just a look you can attempt before hitting up happy hour. It's the first Friday back at work after the Thanksgiving holiday, what the fuck do you want from me. Long hair and bouncy curls are about to be everywhere because of this bitch, I’m calling it now. 

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The Ace Edit - August 2018

By: @acevallee

We are officially halfway through Summer and the real heat has yet to hIt New York City. I’ve recently had to make some beauty/lifestyle changes to adjust to these dog days of summer. 

MAKE PLAY

We all know I’ve been barefaced most of the summer, slathering nothing but SPF on my face. Just because I’ve been minimal doesn’t mean I’m boring. I do like to play. What I live for is a good base. Lately Fenty Pro Filt’r Foundation has been supreme. just a few dots here and there and blended well. I even use foundations as a tinted moisturizer. The shade 240 just matches my skin perfectly and that is rare. I just want to enhance my natural glow honey. Once you find the perfect base everything else falls into place. For eyes , the Natasha Denona “Camel” palette is an everyday dream, no one’s shadow formula can compete with hers. For fun colors and shimmers I do live for Colourpop, I’m like an OG fan since the days of “Bae” and “Rex”. I’m not really wild with bold color yet I still like to play around with it. With Colourpop I’m not spending major coin but the quality of products is great. 

Curls Curls Curls Curls… Curls I Do Adore

I unexpectedly went natural. I didn’t plan on it, it just happened during a dark time last year. Stress and Depression made my hair falling out in little clumps. I went into hiding for 7 months, just coming out here and there. Since I wasn’t going anywhere except work, I didn’t feel the need to do my hair anymore. I had stopped putting high heat and/or chemicals on my hair and just washing, rinsing and using hair oils and a hair gel that is free of shitty chemicals to slick my hair back and lay down my baby hurrs.  I also started cutting it more often which has been aiding in my hair growth. You know how they say you have to fall in order to rise up. Taking those months and having time to myself allowed my hair to be repaired and for the texture to improve and for my strands to become thicker and my curls... well,  actually becoming curls again. For The first time ever, I can say that I unapologetically love my hair. 

SILKY AF

The struggling battle with my Keratosis Pilaris is ongoing and I’m looking for new products everyday to get it under control. Currently it has been super uncomfortable in this heat. Frank Body came all the way through with their Coconut Body Balm. My Skin Soaks it all up while leaving me with a silky gleam. 

The skin on my face has been silky smooth thanks to Drunk Elephant’s T.L.C. Sukari Babyfacial. Smoothing out my texture and leaving me with a pretty radiance. I would use Glossier’s Solution on the daily while using this treatment once a week or every 2 weeks. IT IS CRUCIAL THAT YOU ALWAYS FOLLOW UP ANY PRODUCT CONTAINING AHA/BHA WITH SUNSCREEN!

  Vital Beauty 

A good night’s sleep can actually set you up for a much more positive day. It all begins with preparations like investing in the right sheets (Find out if you’re a hot or cold sleeper… it has helped me out in finding the perfect material for me to snooze in). I’m a hot sleeper so cotton percale sheets from Parachute and Brooklinen have been amazing. Plus, the less that I sweat at night, the less breakouts I wake up to. I prefer my sheets in calming a calming shade and/or clean and uncomplicated prints. 

Setting up the perfect nighttime routine, from using a soothing lavender body wash, a dreamy bath bomb, a drop of Sunday Riley’s Luna Sleeping Night Oil to a relaxing cup of té de manzanilla. 

Clean, sleek PJs make me so excited for bed. I love bralettes  and sleep shorts from Aerie, They are affordable and make me so excited to get ready for bed. Preparing for bed makes me look forward to getting some rest and waking up more positive, motivated and ready to take on the day. 

  GOALS

I Love Starting fresh. It makes me feel like I can achieve anything. I’m entering a new chapter with a new job and with it I want to just start fresh from the inside out. TRACKING MY WATER INTAKE BECAUSE DEHYDRATION IS REAL EATING CLEAN AND HEALTHY. COMPLETELY CLEANSING MY BODY AND FILLING IT WITH NUTRIENTS. Taking my daily vitamins, being active, even if its the bare minimum. Let me clarify, This isn’t about size. Slender, Pudgy, Plus… You can actually be healthy at any size. You don’t have to be skinny to be considered healthy (Have you seen Ashley Graham, Iskra Lawrence, Jessamyn Stanley?) Just being pro active in your life regardless of the number on the scale or on your jeans. Taking action and making healthier choices that are perfect for YOU, so that YOU can be the best and healthiest that you can be and most importantly… HAPPY.