#he's asleep now but tried to get her to drink and kept touching her

[cyberstabbing]

i hate it when my friends are in unsafe situations with men it scares me more than anything

[volensnolenss]

Just want you. Only you

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Gojo’s declaration of your need and love;

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: sfw! fluff, drunk and lovesick Gojo, he calls you ‘sweet’, ‘cute thing’, and etc;

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: yeah, I’m slowly returning to the previous graphic of posts

“Why did you break the vase with flowers?

“Such beautiful flowers should be held by a beautiful girl like you.”

“You can't drink, Satoru, do you know?” You held Gojo's forearm while his legs dragged him to the car with difficulty.

“And what? What's the difference? You are near – this fact pleases me, my little cute thing.”

“Oh, Satoru, hush.”

A crooked drunken smile turned to you, to which you grinned and shook your head. It was interesting for you: does he become serious only when it comes to students and the higher-ups ? Or are there other cases?

“Are you going to take a taxi yourself or?...” You startled when you felt his head on your shoulder – in such a short period he managed to fall asleep.

Anxiety began to gnaw inside you. You can't leave him alone in any case, so you sat down next to him.

You stared out the window, watching him through the reflection and listening to his snuffling, in which a few slurred words slipped through.

All evening, he kept his eyes on you and tried in every way to conduct a dialogue as long as possible, but you were constantly distracted. Gojo casually tucked your curls behind your ear or straightened your dress to at least touch you a little.

The silence was broken only by Shoko's call, forcing Satoru to shake his head gloomily and he immediately put his head on your lap, feeling comfortable on them.

“Well, how's your frie-end?” She stretched out the last word with a chuckle. There was a noise in the horn – the event was clearly not going to end.

“He's sleeping.”

“Wait, are you at his house?”

“No, we're in the taxi. I'll drop him off and join you right away.” Your hand involuntarily started stroking his head. Your fingers gently passed over the back of his head, lightly scratching him, creating mental figures.

“Don't be late, I'll be waiting-.” When you arrived, you hung up the phone without listening to the end of her words, and after paying quickly, you woke Satoru up and dragged him out. He reluctantly got up and, staggering, held on to your shoulders, trying to keep his balance.

“Who will get you?” You were puffing, feeling the weight on you.

“What did you say?” He nuzzled your temple, lightly touching his lips.

“It doesn't matter.” You shook your head, trying to push him away from you, but Satoru just buried his forehead in the top of your head, which made you sigh heavily.

Slowly and surely you walked snuggled up to each other. A lonely moon illuminated your way, giving a mother-of-pearl light to the city.

“It's beautiful today, isn't it?” His lips touched you lightly again, but this time on your cheeks, making you blush.

You didn't want to admit it, but there was something attractive about his behavior and actions towards you.

“You can make it more interesting.” Without giving any sign of your confusion, you laughed it off and called the elevator.

“Actually-”

“No comments.” You pressed your index finger to his mouth, directing your stern and serious gaze.

Baby. The big baby is exactly the words that describe him at the moment.

The wait dragged on for a long time and you broke the silence.

“Satoru, could you somehow teleport yourself to your apartment?”

“No problem, but...”

“What does "but" mean–” You stumbled when he came up to you, collided face to face, Gojo grabbed you and a moment later you fell with him on his bed. You didn't say a word, but just watched in silence as he loomed over you.

“Explain. Right now.” In an even tone, you addressed him, clutching the sheet, trying to curb anger mixed with anxiety and misunderstanding.

Satoru lowered his head and, taking off his glasses, spoke softly.

“I want you.”

“What…?” His fingers began to play with your hair while you stared into his blue eyes in surprise, looking for at least some answer in them.

“I want you all. I want to wake up in the morning and see your tangled messy hair scattered all over the pillow. I want you to be in my arms every night and wake up in my hug. I want to see your smile every day. I just want you.”

You stared at him in silence, your eyelashes twitching with every sharp movement of your eyes. Gojo took your hand and pressed it to his cheek.

“Sweet, I want this. Your softness, warmth, safety.”

There were always gaps between you and him, which Satoru sought to fill with attention and something more than interest in you. His intuition told him that despite your minimal reaction, you still have the same feelings for him that he has for you.

He felt the implication in your words, like a sign that showed him that everything was going right.

“Then hug me.”

His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, afraid that you would run away from him. The comfort of his hands made you immediately feel safe.

No kisses, no other unnecessary touches – just an atmosphere of feelings that filled the room, where everything was clear to both of you without words.

A native feeling grew inside you when you put your cheek to his shoulder.

“But they tell the truth that alcohol makes you tell the truth.” You giggled, looking at his flushed face.

“But only you see me like this. Weak and in love.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can we have more of domestic Jason but now with him needy of touch? 🥹

the reader got out of bed early to go drink water and he wakes up from a nightmare needing her and he thinks she left him and he starts crying in panic, but then she appears and calm him down with kisses, words of affirmation and lots of love.

Thank u! I love ur writing btw!!

I don’t know if this is what you have in mind, the ending might be a little half-assed but I was half asleep whilst making this 🦦also thank you for enjoying my writing! It really means a lot!

Your side of the bed had barely gone cold which indicated that it hadn’t been long ago that you had left but it was the reason why you’ve left that haunted Jason, who was fresh out of a nightmare and drenched in his own sweat and finding difficulty in calming his uneven breaths.

He had meant to reach out to you for comfort.

Only to be greeted by air just as palm of his hand then hit the lukewarm mattress below.

It was enough to break Jason’s resolve as his innate belief that everyone he ever cared for was destined to leave him- especially you- began to worsen with every passing second the longer Jason allowed himself to be poisoned by the possibilities that you were gone. Disappeared. Or worse yet; taken.

‘Y/n?’ He calls out softly.

‘Baby?’ He tries again, a little louder this time, not having realised that his eyes had started to tear up and blur his vision of his dark room, or that a lump in his throat had started to form, making it difficult for him to swallow down his overwhelming anxiety.

‘Don’t leave me here…please don’t leave me all lone.’ Jason pleads with the darkness of his room as though that would be enough to give you back to him. ‘Haven’t I done that enough?’ He then asks as he clenched the bedsheets between his powerful hands, trying to bound himself to something to combat his discomfort in being left alone with his mind for too long. ‘Being left alone when I was proven too difficult to save? Too far gone to be helped? Am I just that broken to be given just a sliver of happiness?’ He cries out at he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes as he chocked back his own sobs.

Despite building himself a strong body that could endure punishment, the pain of that of an broken heart had been so excruciating it had Jason keeling over in bed, wanting nothing more then to tear it out of his chest as though it burned him; Or was it in fact just phantom pains from a heart that had been hollowed out by the hands of another.

The door to the room opened and golden light flooded in, eradicating the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. ‘Jason?’ Your voice called out and Jason never felt more alive than he did in hearing you say his name in that angelic voice of yours, so much so that he didn’t notice that he had begun to cry harder but out of relief this time. ‘I thought- I thought you left. I couldn’t feel you. I tried reaching for you but you weren’t there.’ He began to say but was cut off when you brought him tightly into your arms.

‘Im sorry that I kept you waiting my beautiful boy.’ You cooed as your fingers reached up to comb through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp now and then to assure him of your presence. Jason didn’t hesitate to bring you into his lap as he buried his head deep into your shoulder, wiping his tears against your sleep shirt, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was holding onto you as though you were bound to disappear once he lets go. ‘Where did you go?’ He asks. ‘I got a little thirsty and so I went to get a drink of water.’ You explained, kissing him anywhere that was made available to you.

‘You’ve been strong for a long, long time and I’ve never been more prouder of you for holding out as long as you have with everything you’ve been through, it never fails to amaze me how resilient you are Jaybirdie.’ You felt his breathing even out as he began to lean back into the bed, still holding onto you. ‘You’re truly an incredible man for being able to stand on your own two feet and still find it within yourself to fight.’ You softly told him as you continued to hold him in your arms as he squeezed your waist in response. ‘I’m so unbelievably lucky to have someone like you in my life and I will do everything in my power to make you believe that.’ You promised him.

‘Even if it’s impossible and might take forever.’ Jason says, starting to feel the lull of sleep as it began to weigh heavily on his eyelids.

You smile softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘Even if it takes an eternity I would still find a way to prove just how beautiful you are.’ You replied, nuzzling into him as his bodily warmth began to ease you into a sense of security. ‘You are the most beautiful man I have ever met Jason Todd.’ You moved to look him in the eyes. ‘A butterfly may not be able to see the colour of their wings but that doesn’t retract the fact that they’re undeniably beautiful.’ You added as you pressed a couple of kissed to his forehead. ‘Now gets some sleep my beautiful boy, I’ll be here when you wake up.’

‘You promise?’ Jason asked, biting back a yawn.

‘I’d be stupid to break a promise I made to you.’ You responded, thinking all was said and done when Jason brought a hand up to your face, showing you his outstretched pinky. ‘Pinky promise me that you’ll be here with me when I wake up.’ He says and you smile softly at the inherent innocence of that of a pinkie promise but still went ahead and linked your pinky with his, pressing a kiss to his calloused and scarred hand with reverence before resting it on his chest. ‘I pinky promise that I’ll be here when you wake up. Was that good?’

‘We’ll see in the morning when I get to wake up to you chipmunk.’ Jason replied, holding you more against his chest and fell asleep but you weren’t complying as you soon followed him into dreamland, your pinkies still linked to one another as a reminder of your promise.

[midnightstar-90]

A Damsel In Distress

Georgie Cooper x Fem! Reader Taglist | Request | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Other Actors/Characters Masterlist Requested Anonymously: "Hi, i was wondering if you could do Georgie cooper x reader who has an abusive father or smt and he helps her, tries to get her to move in with him to his family house and after his begging for weeks she finally agrees? Thank you if you do." Summary: When Georgie finds you on his porch bleeding and bruised, he finds the need to avenge you. Warnings: Abuse, Slut Shaming, Angst, Protective! Georgie, Not Proofread Words: 2.4K

Georgie Cooper may not be the smartest man alive, but when it came to the people he loved, he was protective of them. So when you showed up at the Cooper residence all beaten up, you were nervous.

About a year ago, your dad lost his job and ended up spending his days and nights drinking his life away. Since then, he'd found a new job, but the drinking never stopped.

As time went by, drinking led to harmless fits of rage to you and your mother hiding away in a room until your father fell asleep. Trying your best to get away from your father, you joined after-school clubs and helped tutor kids.

That's how you met Georgie.

Georgie was failing almost half of his classes, and if he wanted to stay on the football team, he had to get his F's to at least a C. So, he asked around, and everyone he talked to said that besides Sheldon, you were the one to go to. And he did.

Surprisingly enough, you and Georgie got along. The two of you worked hard, and as his grades got to where he needed them, you still kept in touch. You would have lunch with him and his friends, and sometimes join him at the movies. You two even became each other's wingman, with him giving you advice on boys and you vice versa.

All was good until the day you allowed Georgie to walk you home. Being the gentleman he was, Georgie walked you home every day, but the home he was walking you to was actually a few blocks down from your own. You told him that was your house because you didn't want to risk your father finding out that you were friends with a guy.

But today was different. You and Georgie had just left the movies and you both couldn't stop talking about it on your journey home.

"Did you see that alien?" Georgie laughed.

"Yes, oh my goodness. When it first came onto the screen I was so scared," You said, with a soft laugh.

Georgie looked over at you. Still holding the theater popcorn, he popped a handful into his mouth and began making weird creature sounds, which startled you a bit. You jumped and released a scream.

Georgie laughed harder than before and shook his head. "It's so easy," he said, talking about how easy it was to scare you. You teasingly punched him with a long grin before grabbing some popcorn.

Unknowingly, you and Georgie had passed up the house you had told him was your house and were quickly making your way to your actual home.

When you arrived at your house, your smile was gone as you quickly realized your mistake.

"Oh, dang it!" Georgie said, flinging his arms in the air in disappointment. "We passed your house."

You worriedly looked at the door to your house, ignoring the boy next to you. "You should go," you told Georgie as you noticed the living room curtains abruptly shut.

"What?" Georgie asked, confused.

Georgie looked over at you to see that the playful smile that you once wore was replaced with a sunken frown and a look of fear in your eyes. He followed your line of sight to see your home.

"Y/N, this isn't your home. I'm not leaving you to walk the streets alone at night."

Your lip quivered as you continued to stare at the window. "Georgie, go home," you muttered, but Georgie just shook his head.

"Y/N, what's going on. This-"

"This is my home, Georgie! Now please... leave."

Your fear overwhelmed you as you watched a dark figure walk past the window. Georgie looked back at you confused. He knew you wouldn't move until he left, so even though he didn't want to, he did as he was told and left.

He turned and left, only looking back when he got to the end of the street. He looked back and watched as you entered the dark house. An uneasy feeling washed over Georgie, but he continued home, waiting till tomorrow to ask his questions.

———

Georgie had only been home an hour when he heard the doorbell. He ignored the door and continued reading his magazine. He questioned who would be coming over at 10 o'clock at night. His door was cracked open as he heard his mother answer the door.

"Y/N?" he heard his mother ask, slightly worried, making his head poke up from behind his magazine. Georgie slowly stood from his bed as he wondered why you would be here after he left you at what was actually your home.

Georgie walked into the living room and froze.

You stood at the door with messed up hair, a black eye, and ripped-up clothes. Your eyes met his, and suddenly, he understood why you were so scared, earlier.

"Y/N?" Georgie called out your name as he walked over to you. You were shaking, which Mary had quickly noticed.

"Here... let's get you out of the cold and inside." Mary softly grabbed your arm and moved you into their home before closing the door. She led you to the couch and Georgie followed close behind you.

"George!" Mary called out for her husband.

A few seconds later a slightly annoyed George Cooper exited his room. "What," he said, a bit aggressively, causing Y/N to flinch.

"Oh dear," Mary said after seeing Y/N's reaction. "George, grab the first aid kit. I'm gonna put some soup on."

"Why?" George said, confused, stepping into the living room. His eyes shifted from his wife to the figure on the couch. He moved closer to get a better look at who was on the couch. When he saw it was Y/N, George was in shock. "Y/N? What happened?"

"I would like to know that as well," Georgie said, standing behind his parents with his arms crossed. He kept his gaze strictly on Y/N. Georgie was angry. Not at Y/N, but at whoever did this.

"Yes, I would like to know that as well, but can we at least stitch her up first," Mary said before leaving for the kitchen.

"Oh, right," George agreed, leaving to grab the first aid.

With his parents gone, Georgie took the opportunity to talk to you alone. He slowly stepped forward, joining you on the couch. Georgie opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you laid your head on his shoulder as you silently cried.

"Who did this to you?" Georgie asked in a soft tone.

On the outside, Georgie was prepared to do whatever to help you feel better, but on the inside, Georgie was angry. He wanted to kill whoever did this to you. You were everything to Georgie. If he could, he'd give you the world.

You closed your eyes and sniffled before answering the boy. "My dad," you whispered. Your cries became louder, making Georgie tense up. Unsure what to do, he placed a loving kiss on your forehead and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

He did this for a few minutes before George came back with the first aid kit and a wet cloth.

"Okay. It took me a second, but I finally found it," George said, kneeling down in front of you. "Mind telling us what happened?" George asked, as he grabbed her arm and started wiping off the blood.

You hesitated. Just thinking about what happened brought you into a spiral. But Georgie quickly calmed you down by calmly running his fingers through your hair, trying to fix what your dad messed up.

"My dad is an alcoholic," you started. "He has been for a year. And it wasn't until recently that he started getting... physical."

"Your dad did this?" George asked. You nodded, and George went back to cleaning you up.

Mary soon came into the room with a bowl of soup. "Here you go, darling?" She placed the bowl on the side table and stood next to her kneeling husband.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cooper," you gave her a small smile, before continuing. "Anyways, I started joining after-school activities to get away from all the chaos. That's how I met Georgie."

"Wait. So this has been going on since before you met Georgie," Mary asked with a frown. You nodded.

"I didn't want Georgie to get hurt. So, when he asked if he could walk me home, I told him a fake address, so my father wouldn't see him. But today, the night got ahead of us and we passed the house we were supposed to stop at."

Georgie was livid. You were so scared of your father that you lied to protect him. No one should have to avoid their own home.

"We stopped in front of my house, and my father saw."

You paused and suddenly, more tears started flooding your eyes. You tried to speak, but your throat felt tight. Georgie rubbed your back and calmly waited. It took you a minute, but you were finally able to talk again.

"I made sure Georgie left before going into the house, where I knew he was waiting for me. My dad can be unpredictable when he drinks and I didn't want him to attack Georgie."

You wiped your eyes as you kept your gaze down toward your lap.

"When I entered he was just sitting there in the dark... Waiting. When he started talking to me, I knew by his soft voice that I would be in trouble, so I did exactly as he said and answered all his questions truthfully."

You paused, taking a deep breath.

"He grabbed me by the throat and called me a "slut". But it didn't stop there..."

"Oh, lord," Mary muttered to herself.

"When he finally let go of me, he punched me so hard that I fell to the ground. Then he climbed on top of me and began to rip up my clothes. He said that if I was going to be a slut, then I needed to look the part. As he tore up my clothes, I could feel his nails ripping into my skin, hence the scratches."

You paused again, sobbing into your hand.

It took everything in Georgie not to go to your house and teach your father a lesson about treating girls, especially daughters, but he kept his composure.

"I tried to scream for help, but no one came. I saw my mom standing in the doorway, but she didn't do anything. She just stood there... watching. When my dad was done, he dragged me out of the house and locked me out. That's when I decided to come here."

"Oh, you poor thing," Mary frowned with a hand over her chest. She moved toward you and pulled you out of Georgie's arms and into hers. She held you tight as you sobbed loudly against her shirt.

"It's really terrible that you had to go through all that. You don't deserve that. No one does," George said, throwing in his two cents.

Georgie stood from his spot on the couch. "I wanna kill him!" Georgie said, making his way to the door, but he was quickly stopped by his father's grip on his arm. "We're not killing anybody," George said, but that didn't stop Georgie from wanting to go over to your house and beat the living daylights out of your father.

"I think it's been a long night for all of us, so we should all get some sleep. I'm gonna grab some blankets. Georgie, you want to help get the couch ready?" Mary asked, giving you a smile.

"Actually, can I sleep with Georgie? I don't feel comfortable being alone."

Mary was unsure if letting you sleep with Georgie was the right move. She looked over at George, who just shrugged, and then back at you. You looked so sad, and Mary just couldn't say no to someone who's been through all that.

She nodded and sent you another sad smile, which you thankfully returned. "Georgie, take Y/N to your room, and i'll be in their soon with some spare pajamas and blankets. I want to talk to your dad about something."

Georgie's eyes widened, "You aren't seriously thinking about sending her back there, are you?"

Mary was taken aback by her son's outburst. "No," she shook her head. "No, I would never say that. Just go help Y/N so your father and I can talk alone."

Georgie let out a huff, not in the mood to go back and forth with his mother. "Come on, Y/N," He beckoned you to follow him, and you did just that without any hesitation.

———

You entered Georgie's room and made a quick B-line to his bed. You carefully removed your shoes and lay down. It was safe to say that after the night you had, you were exhausted.

"I know it's a mess, but I wasn't exactly expecting company," Georgie said from across the room. He picked up some of his clothes from off the floor and threw them into an empty hamper. When he was done, he turned to see you knocked out on his bed.

Someone knocked at Georgie's door, making him flinch before turning to see who it was. Mary stood at the door, still wearing that same smile from earlier as she held onto a folded blanket and nightgown.

"I just came to drop these off," Mary spoke in a slightly hushed tone.

"I think you're a bit late for that," Georgie responded, pointing back at you as you slept soundly in his bed.

Mary nodded. "Okay, then I will just leave these right here," she placed the folded blanket and piece of clothing on the corner of the bed next to the bed.

"Thanks, Mom," Georgie smiled, making Mary's smile grow wider.

"No problem, honey," she said before making her way out of the room.

With his mom gone and you sleep, Georgie quickly got ready for bed and joined you. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I swear. Next time someone even thinks about hurting you, I won't hesitate to kill 'em." Georgie knew no one was listening, but he still continued express his feelings toward you.

"I love you," he said to you, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead before turning off the lights and falling asleep.

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That First Kiss

Pre Soccer Family! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warning: 0. Just fluff. Mildly suggestive towards the end

Summary: The first kiss shared with Miguel ~

After that dance back at Peter there was something undeniable blooming between Miguel and you.

He had tried to kiss you after all, only to be denied by a simple yet crucial mistake made by none other than his own doubts.

He mulled over your words over and over. Would've something changed if he invited you properly to the party? Maybe something, maybe everything. He didn't know anymore but his mind was set into achieving that kiss.

Would it be too desperate if I want to kiss her?

He had asked Peter.

Cause in all truth, Miguel O'Hara, a prodigy, and soon to be ascended in the Alchemax's bureaucracy lines, didn't know a peep in flirting, much less in when to make a move.

The epitome of such thing was him telling you about the party, but not inviting you.

Social gatherings weren't his forte but Peter and Gabriel had been kind enough to include him in every activity and prevent him from being a forever stunted wallflower. The reason why Peter always asked him to cook for his parties.

And the reason he was having an override in his system after you left him with his lips pursed, perfect to touch yours.

"If you wanna do that, means you're into her. That you like her."

Peter mumbled while sucking the sauce off his fingers.

Despite the disgusting sight his red eyes got at the moment, he knew Peter was rather intuitive when it came to these things. He wasn't a complete idiot.

But with MJ at his side, Miguel had secretly made Peter a prime example of what to do and not do when it came to women.

"Can't believe she refused to kiss you." his friend snorted while drinking the last bit of his Corona.

"Don't remind me."

Miguel rubbed his face and picked up the dishes.

"Look, you're the only one that hasn't realized she also likes you." Peter smirked when Miguel gave a faint and proud chuckle at his words.

"You just gotta make a little more effort if you know what I mean."

"Not really."

"C'mon pal, I know you had a girl back in college."

"Dana? We just lasted a semester."

"Still is experience. Negative or positive. But your friend that's into you too, is a new chance to make things right. If that's what you're after."

"I wanna take it slow and see where it leads us."

Peter nodded but then shrugged.

"Tell me something. Do you want just a hookup with her?"

"No."

"What do you want then?"

"Get to know her more and see where it takes us." Miguel mumbled a tad sheepishly.

"Do you want whatever it is to be something more?"

"If she wants to. If she doesn't then... I'll leave her be."

"And how would you do that?" Peter kept inquiring and Miguel seemed to actually consider his words.

"By inviting her to a dinner or a movie."

Peter smiled and nodded proudly. "You're welcome. Now... All you gotta do is save her number I totally did not asked MJ, and invite her." Peter sent him your number and washed his hands.

"I got you, pal. Don't screw it up this time though."

-----

Would you be asleep? Would it be rude of him to suddenly text you out of nowhere? It had been a week of staring at his phone screen, glaring at your name on the chat log and watching the profile picture change a couple of times.

A week of pure self torture and replaying the many scenarios of him being fooled and rejected. He was angry at you for making him this nervous and, angry at himself for not being able to press send after rewriting several times the future message that could either make it or break it, before anything could even take off between you two.

"If you're trying to see if you have telepathy, I'm telling you, it's not working Miggy."

Miguel rolled his eyes and heaved a frustrated sigh.

"I like her. You haven't even started something and you're already nervous."

Miguel threw a pillow at Gabriel and the latter laughed to then return it.

"It's just a message, not a proposal."

"How do I know-"

"Goddammit" Gabriel groaned annoyed.

It felt like time slowed down when Gabriel pressed his fingertip against the screen on the send button.

Three letters were sent. And the seen icon showed up.

Hey

But his heart thumped harder when the three dots appeared on his screen along a message

Hello, stranger :)

Gabriel snorted and patted his shoulder.

"Good luck, Miggy."

----

Hey

Hello, stranger :)

It's Miguel. Peter gave me your number.

Oh? Too afraid of asking it yourself, Dracula?

He chuckled while accommodating the pillow behind his head.

It always escapes my mind doing so, Pitufina.

Sorry if I'm interrupting .

My overthinking maybe, so thanks for that.

His smile widened

Must admit though, didn't expect you to message me.

Sorry for taking that long. Wasn't that sure you'd engage into this.

'Engage into this' he says. Relax, I ain't biting.

Unless that's your sort of thing. I don't judge :) .

A little warmth spreaded through his cheeks as he read the message with an airy chuckle.

Wanna find out?

I believe the polite thing to do before that happens, is for you to take me out on some dates, sir.

He had you right where he wanted. With a deep breath he typed, not letting the sudden burst of boldness that took over to waste.

Then next week, a dinner on Friday. I'll pick you up at 7.

He left no room for doubts, just a yes from your end.

Yes, sir.

And it was official. Miguel O'Hara had a date.

Then a second and a third. Tonight was the fourth one. Something regular, more intimate and comfortable. A movie night.

I'm going through the popcorn section and there's no spicy one. And I know you give the caramel ones the mean eye.

They get stuck in my teeth, preciosa. Not precisely something I enjoy removing.

I've got Butter Lovers and classic.

Bring the classics and some tajín. I'll prepare them here.

Ok. On my way

You closed the chat log and went to the cashier.

----

Even though he had explained you that he didn't have a problem by paying up in all the dates, you still wanted to give some of that back. He had refused but eventually agreed upon sensing your pouting through the texts.

So you were in charge of the snacks this time. You'd be a liar to say if you didn't go overboard with it. The usual candies and some Mexican snacks he talked about in the past dates.

Movie begun, both of you laid on his couch, inches away from touching each other's knees and shoulders. A bowl of popcorn on his hands big enough for the both, some soda and other candies.

The movie played, earning a few giggles here and there from you and sometimes Miguel.

You didn't know when his fingers grazed your shoulder, or when his arm draped around you.

You could feel his heart thumping through his solid and warm chest, inviting you to rest your head on it.

And when you did, his whole body tensed, to finally relax when you smiled.

His eyes had long stopped focusing on the movie, rather your expressions and reactions.

The way your eyes crinkled with joy, your lower lip trembling on a specific sad scene and how lovely they stretched whenever a laugh came out of them.

"God, that's so corny."

You tittered while resting your head ontop of his chest again. Body relaxing with a deep and silent sigh.

Your fingers curled softly ontop of him and his hand immediately opened to hold yours. Long and calloused fingers entwined with yours.

The darkened room and the dim light irradiating from the tv were the perfect catalyst for him to inch his head closer to yours.

Miguel gulped when you craned your head upwards to watch him,

"Are you ok?"

He nodded but gulped again when your tongue misted your lips, as if preparing them for an emerging endeavor.

"You? Are you enjoying?"

A sweet smile stretched again in your lips. But your eyes were locked in his, breaking the contact for a minute to stare at his lips.

His arm pulled you closer and one of your hands slid through his cheek, caressing his skin, mildly prickly with stubble.

He was about to speak, but closed his lips to finally dip his head and kiss you. As if deciding that going for it instead of asking made it better.

Your lips received him with a soft sigh that only deepened when he placed a hand on the slope of your jaw to keep you in place as his lips kept kissing and marking yours in slow and gentle motions.

Your hands thrummed over his chest, and soon both of his hands were gently cupping your face. Some of your strands entangled in his fingers.

Neither wanted to break it. Not when his tongue was curling and playing with yours, fighting sensually for control. But your lungs demanded air. And when the kiss broke, he took a deep inhale to give gentle pecks on your sweet tasting lips.

"Happy?" your forehead rested against his and his hands roamed your back. Taking a much heat he could from you.

"Very." Another peck and you bit him softly. He returned the bite with his fangs trapping your bottom lip to then deliver a gentle lick on it.

"Can I have more?"

He put a strand of hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear while nodding with dazed eyes and a warm smile on his face.

"Los que quieras, mi amor." (As many as you want.)

[here-comes-the-moose]

Bad Batch As People on a Family Road Trip

Hunter

The driver. It used to be Tech but he was banned from driving on long road trips, so Hunter had to take over.

Made them leave twenty minutes later than schedule because he decided that when they were getting into the car was the perfect time to use the restroom.

In charge of the music (he’s playing typical American dad on a road trip music). To everyone’s horror, he sings along (I headcanon that he cannot sing for shit).

Regularly reaching his hand back for snacks.

Will get annoyed at least once and threaten to turn the car around.

Somehow knows which route will take them by the best spot to stop for food.

Constantly checking on his siblings to see how they are doing. Mostly Crosshair.

Wrecker

Sitting in the back with Omega.

Constantly asking Echo for snacks and sharing with Omega.

Got bored halfway through Sleeping Beauty and decided to try and annoy Tech.

Kept trying not to laugh with Omega after Hunter yelled at them, but was actually solemn when Echo yelled at them.

Lets Omega rest on his shoulder.

Encourages Hunter’s singing and sings along with him occasionally.

Falls asleep in the last half hour of the trip.

Tech

Banned from driving because the last time he drove on a road trip he made Crosshair throw up twice and gave Hunter a migraine.

Just listens to podcasts now and stares out the window, occasionally pointing things out to Omega. Also texting a lot with Phee and occasionally smiling at his phone, causing Echo to tease him a bit.

Starts the most random conversations out of the blue. He’s just like me fr

At one rest stop he noticed Crosshair looking particularly pale, so he wordlessly disappeared to buy some cold cans of ginger ale for him to have in the cooler if he needed them.

Got so annoyed at Wrecker kicking his chair that he actually snapped and said some curse words. Echo and Hunter were not impressed.

Crosshair

Passenger Princess because he gets carsick.

His carsickness is the reason the AC is on full blast and everyone in the car either has on a sweater or sweatshirt or a blanket draped over themselves.

The only one who gets to ask to take a break outside of Hunter’s pre-planned schedule.

Was very touched by Tech buying him some soda when he wasn’t feeling that great.

Doesn’t talk much during the trip, mostly just stares at the road in front of him, drinks the ginger ale Tech got him or eats some crackers, or tries to take a nap until they get to wherever they’re going.

Complains about Hunter’s singing and music, but secretly enjoys it since it helps to distract him from how awful he feels.

Echo

Has a large bag with everything they might possibly need, from medicine to snacks to essential oils to hand sanitizer to barf bags. His brothers started calling it the diaper bag. He points out that they’re the ones who use it the most, so what does that make them?

Only person fussing over Crosshair more than Hunter. Constantly asking if he needs more ginger ale, meds, crackers, or a bag. Crosshair would find it endearing if it wasn’t so annoying.

Lost his cool and yelled at Tech and Wrecker for fighting, which made the whole car sit in tense silence for about twenty minutes.

Brought a cooler full of snacks and drinks for the car and to have at their final destination so they don’t need to go shopping.

Omega

The reason for the road trip.

Watching Disney movies with Wrecker in the backseat.

Ends up taking a little nap after lunch on Wrecker’s shoulder.

Convinces her brothers to get a sweet treat from a random drive-thru after lunch.

Also points out things she sees through the window, mostly so she and Tech can chat about them.

[glitch-karma]

They flirt with you while drunk ;)

I only did characters I think would actually drink

Also some of them a slightly spicy so here ya go simps (Talking to myself.)

Dazai

This is a semi-regular thing

"Y/n, belladonna, let's go back to my place~"

"Dazai.. PLEASE shut up."

At first, you thought it was sweet an cute; but now it's just something you have to deal with

Most of the time it ends with him falling asleep

But there's been a couple of times Kunikida has had to help you with him

Kunikida

Yosano convinced him to drink and unsurprisingly; He is a lightweight

He immediately got really goofy, startling you. Was this really Kunikida?

You tried helping him the best you could as he stumbled like a toddler and kept losing his own glasses

"Kida maybe you should sit down.."

He suddenly grabbed your hand and stared into your eyes

You were confused till you heard him mumble in a slur of words:

"You're stunning.. Have yous.. Always been this beautiful?"

All. Eyes. On. You.

You stared in shock as Kunikida still held your hand

After that, he passed out

You took him back to his apartment afterward

When he woke up the next morning and remembered what he said: he wanted to die.

Needless to say he apologized a million and one times

Yosano

Yosano is usually very good at holding her liquor, but this time she went a tad bit overboard

She was wobbling a lot and kept grabbing onto your waist, which you thought was cute

You held her while she kept stuttering and hiccuping like a goof

It was the end of the night and you were helping her home

You reached her apartment and were about to leave when she grabbed you by the collar, and basically straddled you in bed

"Don't be going so soon darling.. hicc.. You're so gorgeous I could cut you up.."

WHOAAAAAA

You were about a million shades of red as she ran her hands up and down your thighs

She started pulling your hair, forcing you to look into her eyes

At this point, you were ready to let anything happen

Just as your lips were about to touch, she fell asleep.

You sat there in shock

"Damnit... I was just getting excited."

The next morning you both had a nice breakfast and forgot everything that happened

Chuuya

Chuuya regularly drinks and with you, a bit of flirting is inevitable from him

You usually entertain it cause he's cute trying to flirt

But sometimes he'll get a little spicy kick to his flirting

"Y/n.." "Yes, dear-"

Bam

He slammed you against the wall

You were in shock as he leaned his head into your hair

"You're mine.. Forever.."

You calmed down and you both hugged before you forced him to go to bed

Nikolai

Nikolai, when not doing things for doa, does drink occasionally

On those occasions he tends to mess with you and tease you more than usual

"My my, it's my beautiful darlinggg~"

Nikolai is already very clingy with you, but drunk? Oh boy

He is literally laying on top of you and constantly talking to you

He places kisses all over your face and trys to make you flustered

Usually by the end of the night you both fall asleep on top on one another

Ango

Although Ango's job at the special ops is more strict than the P.M, I'd like to imagine Ango still drinks occasionally: whether it be after a hard day or in Oda's memory

I feel like he'd be a lot more open, and a tad bit more emotional

Definitely would need a lot of hugs from you

I feel like he wouldn't really flirt, more like appreciate you like a god/goddess

There will definitely be cuddles and kisses

[flowershines]

Aching Touch

Bf Sunghoon x F. Reader (smut)

summary: character has been out doing something for a couple of months and as soon as he sees the reader again he is brought with joy and wanting more. (touch starved)

warnings: smut, touch starved (m), mention of nudes, unprotected sex, nicknames, switch Sunghoon, not proof read, Jake gets hard to reader

Going on a trip with your family was the most funnest thing you have done in a while, actually spending time with your family and not being attached ot Sunghoon’s side 24/7 was nice. Don’t get me wrong you both loved each other very much and made it known in various ways but sometimes you both need a break from each other. But this break was too long, a month.

A month without seeing you boyfriend was very hard and painful the bed always felt empty you had a hard time falling asleep as he would usually talk about his day and rub your back till you fell asleep, along with you couldn't wear any of his clothes and during the winter in New York was the coldest you think you have ever been, your family visited New York very rarely they usually always invited you but most of the time you were busy but this time you arranges everything so that way you would be able to go this year.

You always texted Sunghoon everyday along with sometimes a facetime or call, one time you were at the bar with your cousin and Sunghoon had called you as you were ordering your drink, you could barely hear a word he was saying so you stepped aside by the bathrooms, talking about each other's day moans and groans were heard from the bathrooms not even a minute later a drunken couple comes out of the bathroom all giggly and stumbling over each step they take, rolling your eyes you continued talking with him on the phone.

Damn, you missed the way he would fuck you.

Another time when you were on the phone with him he was playing a video game and complaining how Jake and Niki were teaming up on him and killing him, you could hear him whining from being killed behind the screen. He then started breathing heavily and he would gasp every so lightly into the speaker of the phone, which would proceed to him screaming on how he died, you missed the way he would sound like that while fucking you.

You were wondering if you were the only one thinking of these things about your boyfriend. You knew you were not because your boyfriend was the king of neediness, he would whine when you didn't give him attention, beg you to make him food for him, and others. He would always get treated like a princess.

Today you had facetimed him as soon as you got out of the shower your hair was still soaking wet but this would be the only time you would be able to call him as your schedule for today was packed and you were getting ready so i thought, why not call my boyfriend while i'm doing everything instead of just listening to music.

Seeing the screen say connecting you were not expecting to see him undoing his belt and to be met with his dick being very prominent through his jeans, being so taken aback you just stared at the camera not saying anything meanwhile your boyfriend was loving the reaction you were giving him. He thought if you missed him so much he had to give you a reason to make you change your mind and book a flight back to Korea to see him now.

Sunghoon’s POV:

Staring at pictures of my girlfriend isn't doing much for me, I miss her so much I kept trying to entertain myself with things around the dorm and play video games against the members even though everything I ended up losing was a good distraction to keep my mind off of Y/n.

Everytime she called or I called her it just made me miss her even more. This month has felt like hell the next time she tries to leave me for some trip for this long. I'm either going with her or she's not going because I even know that she hates this as well.

The only things i could think about was her and her body…

her lips…

her touch…

her pussy.

Laying my head on my pillow I fan my fingers through my hair as my cock twitched against my pants from anticipation of her touching me, ever since she left, I haven’t been able to cum. My hand just doesn’t compare to her touch anymore, and she knows that.

Like just last week I was at practice with the members when I got a text, hearing the personalized ringtone I knew it was Y/n. Pausing what I was doing and going to my phone, Jake wanted for me to say ‘hi’ to her as well as he came to my bag with me. Grabbing my phone saw that she sent a picture opening it from the lock screen I was looking at a video of her touching herself, Jake still looking at my shoulder pissed me off because he was looking at what was mine not to mention him clearly enjoying watching it too.

His eyes were wide turning to the side to see him he had a raging boner through his sweatpants, “I’m sorry Hoon, i didn’t know you guys were doing that and i just don’t want you to think-” he rabbled trying to explain himself I just looked that him and told him, “Jake it’s ok it wasn’t your fault i didn’t even know she was going to send me something like that.” His gaze softened as he knew he wasn’t going to be in trouble with me. I knew it was either of our faults as we had no idea that was going to meet with our gaze.

Putting my phone back in my bag I hoped that nobody would pay attention to the hard state i was in, Jake on the other hand ended up going to the bathrooms. I knew nothing would happen even if i tried so I just didn’t bother till in the middle of dancing to ‘Still Monster’ and my cock kept pulsing through my sweats, I had to excuse myself grabbing my phone and swiftly walked towards the bathrooms.

I pulled my sweatpants just low enough for my dick to shoot right up twitching from the cold air hitting it, I just looked at it wondering if I should even try to do something, till i was pulled out of my thoughts as it twitched slapping against my lower stomach. Slowly wrapping my dominant hand around it, wincing from the sudden sensation I pulled out my phone and pulled up the messages with Y/n.

Putting my phone back in my sweatpants pocket i looked at it annoyed, nothing I do is going to work. Walking out of the stall and going back into the practice room grabbing my bag telling the members that I didn’t feel well and was heading back to the dorms.

The dorms and the practice room were not that far as walking would be easier than getting a car to drive me there would be more work than needed, grabbing my sweatshirt I put it on, opening the door and heading out of hype’s building the whole walk I could keep my mind off of Y/n’s pussy and her body. She usually drives me crazy a lot but not this much being this far from her. I couldn't help it though, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I picked it up while looking at the lock screen.

Taking my shoes off at the door at our dorms I headed to my dorm room, walking through the empty halls the ache between my legs had gotten worse from the anticipation as I knew Y/n was not that far away. My heart started to beat faster by the minute just like how it did the first time that i had ever laid my eyes on her and just like the first time me and her ever had sex.

I lowered my pants down past my groan and started to run my finger along the tip spreading around the pre cum that was leaking from the tip.

3rd person POV:

Stepping out of the car as the driver had opened up the trunk for you to get your things he had helped you and brought them to the door, taking out your wallet you paid him then proceeded to enter your boyfriend’s dorm building. Taking off your shoes at the door and placing them next to his, the only pear of shoes there was his along with the members slippers that some of them would wear around the house.

Placing your purse on the counter you heard as agitated groan coming from down the hall to where your boyfriend’s room is, bringing your suitcase right behind you slowly opening the door just a crack you see your boyfriend with his plants just below his dick as his fingers ran across the veins. Clearing your throat a bit so that he notices that you were standing before him which made him look up with pleading eyes and stare at you as you walked over to him his arms opening up waiting for you to complete his hug.

He pulled you onto the bed with him laying on top of him as he rolled more towards the other side pulling you into his lap, you feel his hard dick rubbing up against your pussy. You couldn’t get enough of the stimulation as you continued to grind on him harder than before earning a shaky breath come from his mouth turning away from your face trying to see what you were doing.

He started to squirm underneath you but couldn’t keep his hands off of you at the same time, he wanted you so bad he couldn’t take it anymore. Leaving a train of kisses along your collarbone along with on your neck as well which resulted in him leaving a hickey just a centimeter away from you necklace that he had given you on your anniversary.

His hands made their way down to your ass as he ran his fingers along making shapes while his other hand made its way to your waistband of your skirt, he grabbed your cheeks with one hand and made you look at him in the eyes just before he placed his lips onto yours you could feel his desperation lingering on his lips. His fingers grazed along on your hair one of his fingers pushing your hair that had been covering your face to the side and putting it behind your ear proceeding to place his hand cupping your cheek.

Your hands made their way in between the two of you as you started to jerk him off and rubbing his tip along your clit, earning a moan from you both, his free hand moved from resting on you ass down to your panties sliding them over to the side and entering his middle finger into you. A moan escaped your mouth which gave him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth as the fight for dominance was gone, he whispered sweet encouraging words into your ears the desperation and need was heard in every word he spoke.

“Please Y/n, been needing you so bad.” He mumbled as his mouth was occupied by already kissing your neck, “Do what you want to me.” you didn’t have to tell him twice his eyes widen at your choice of vulgar words. He moved your hand that was on his dick and moved it to placing it on his arm, he wrapped his hand around his cock and placed the tip directly at your entrance he looked up at you meeting your gaze. It was his way of asking for permission, you nodded your head already knowing what he was meaning but without speaking a word to one another.

Slowly entering you he huffed out slightly as his breath started to become more jagged, the lower you sank down on his cock the more impatient he became. His hips started to fuck up into you hitting all of the rights spots, his hands rested on you hips moving you up and down on him. Whines were heard which lightly fell from his lips his head was thrown back onto the pillow meanwhile his eyes were rolled back, his hands moving up to your boobs then moving back down to your waist then back then to your hips and occasionally would move down to your clit.

His hips kept shuttering while getting more sloppy and aggressive words of encouragement tickled your ears as they fell from his lips his lips trailing kisses and hickeys along your neck, “Baby i don’t know how much longer i can take, you feel so good.” He looked at you with doe eyes, “Let it out baby.” he looked displeased “But what about you?” “What about me?” he kissed your cheek and replied saying “You didn’t get to cum yet though.” you giggled “It wasn’t about me though i just wanted to make you feel good, baby.” “But what about-” you cut him off by kissing him on the lips to stop him from talking, “I’m fine Hoonie.” “Then next time it’s all about you.” you nodded speeding up your pace as his thrusts became more powerful and stronger.

“I’m gonna- gon-” his words fell from his lips as his teeth chattered from the powerful sensation. The next thing you know his load was shooting up into you as his moans sounded like music to your ears, your favorite moans he would make was when he came. “Enjoy yourself?” “With you? Always.” He kissed your temple and pushed you back into the bed by his side putting himself back into his pants and cleaning you up, as he came back from the bathroom he grabbed you a blanket as you both fell asleep in each others arms.

[princessfbi]

For the touching prompts thing

22. Falling asleep on the other ones shoulder

And 45. Feeling their temperature

Thank you

22. Falling asleep on the other ones shoulder and 45. Feeling their temperature

Buck deteriorated fast. As their shift stretched longer and longer into the endless calls that barely gave them time to eat, let alone rest, Buck’s overcompensated perkiness grew thinner and thinner. His over bright smiles dimmed. His jumps into action resembled more and more like scraping himself off the floor. The color in his cheeks disappeared into a grey in his complexion that mingled with the soft flush that went all the way up to his hairline. Eddie was pretty sure whatever fever reducer he’d taken was probably long gone from his system, giving by the shine in Buck’s eyes. The same fever reducer he didn’t think they all knew he’d taken before his shift. And none of it was helped by the traffic. No one in the fire truck said anything. Silence had been their only form of survival when their banter had started to turn sharp and their stomachs grumbled. Hangry wasn’t there yet but it would be if they didn’t get a move on. It was kind of ironic that for the first time in their shift that they weren’t running from back to back calls, it was when they were stuck in a traffic jam. Most drivers were silently fuming, inching their cars up before their breaks squealed as they stopped. No one had started blowing their horns but it was only a matter of time before the very thin patience LA commuters had, broke. The soft weight next to him was steadily getting heavier and heavier with each passing minute until soft curls loosened by sweat and wearing his helmet, tickled Eddie’s nose. Buck seatbelt harness kept most of him upright but his head had found a spot on Eddie’s shoulder in the slow drift into sleep. Eddie’s skin lit up in a sea of goosebumps at Buck’s soft exhale, the heat of his breath fanning Eddie’s collarbone. Buck had taken his headset off twenty minutes earlier with a barely audible complaint of a headache and no one had told him otherwise. Buck’s hand slipped in between Eddie’s legs, slack and limp, and Eddie was careful to scoop it up so he could hold his hand across his thigh. Hen and Chim stared back at them with Bobby peering over his shoulder from the captain’s seat with a frown pulling at the corner of his lips. “Asleep?” He asked and Eddie nodded at the even low rhythm Buck’s chest was rising and falling as he slept. “How’s his fever?” Hen asked. Eddie reached up to curl his palm over Buck’s cheek, shifting his fingers to press in the soft skin under his jaw. Buck didn’t even stir. “Not great,” Eddie tried to say quietly. “But not in the danger zone yet.” He didn’t mention the fact that Buck’s fingers were cold. Bobby’s eyes were already fixed with concern. “When’s the last time he hydrated?” Hen again with her own worry pulling her lips into a frown. “I had him drink a Gatorade at that call at the gas station which was about,” Chimney trailed off to check his watch. “Two hours ago.” “Alright,” Bobby said with a nod as Eddie skirted around the rules a little and pressed a kiss against the crown of Buck’s head. “Let’s try and get back to the station before another call comes in and get him some more fluids. After that I’ll call in for a swing.” “Buck’s going to hate that,” Chimney said but Eddie could see Bobby’s decision was already made. He had to agree with him. But for now they were stuck and Buck was comfortable. Eddie draped his own arm across Buck’s thigh and held him as much as he could while they waited.

[threadbaresweater]

Taking Chances

Nanami x reader. A close friendship, a cozy dinner in, and an accidental nap set the stage for a long withheld secret: you're in love with your best friend, and he just might feel the same way. 2.3k words. Kissing, making out, confessions. A repost from a long-abandoned blog.

Nanami Kento was in love.

Of course he wasn't going to admit that to anyone, not even himself. Nor would he admit it to his pompous, loud-mouthed friend who would immediately run and shout it to the world on his behalf. He's especially not going to tell the very person he has these feelings for, because that would only complicate your relationship, and he rather enjoyed the arrangement you have.

Your friendship with him was a familiar one. He wasn’t exactly a comfort in terms of affirming words or gentle touches, but you knew he’d be there for you regardless. He was always around when you needed him most, and if he wasn’t, he managed to find a way to get to you faster than anyone else could. He'd been your date to weddings, to stuffy office parties with cheap liquor and terrible food. He'd seen you through the worst break-up of your life, driving you home at three in the morning after you had tried (and failed) to drink away the pain.

All this time, he'd been your voice of reason, your steadfast, stoic support who never seemed to show his emotions, if he even felt them. Something must be said for the man who was able to keep a straight face in the face of danger or adversity. He'd seen more than enough death and destruction in his lifetime. He'd kept his cool under countless life-threatening situations while barely breaking a sweat.

Perhaps the most dangerous thing of all, however, was the person who had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the last thirty minutes of the movie. You'd invited him over for dinner– you knew he'd take over in the kitchen, and you were right. After he stood by and silently watched you butcher an onion to put in the sauce for your pasta, he slipped in behind you and grabbed the knife so quickly you barely knew what was happening. You smelled him, though, and you closed your eyes for a moment while your heart raced and your hand drifted to your cheek where his hair had barely touched your skin. Turning to find him scraping your poor onion bits into the trash, you laughed, watching him pull another from the pantry and chop it with incredible precision, adding it to the simmering broth on the stove.

Dinner was perfect, of course, the conversation easy and comfortable. He had mentioned having an early day tomorrow, but you'd been a little needy lately, craving companionship. Your best friend was out of town and you'd been a little lonely without her to jabber to every night.

"Stay and watch a movie with me," you said. It wasn't a question. Kento knew it, and with a resigned sigh, he settled in on the couch, looking a little stiff and slightly uncomfortable. You threw a blanket over him and giggled, gasping when he cracked a tiny smile. He didn't move the blanket, though.

You didn't tell him it was a movie you'd watched over and over again. It didn't matter, really; you just wanted him to stay. Aren't we all a little clingy now and then? you thought to yourself, feeling your eyes grow heavy. Just for a minute, you thought, closing your eyes, your body heavy with exhaustion.

The subtle weight of your head on his shoulder was a little surprising to him. He turned to look down at you and froze for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Instinct told him to lift your head, but he let you rest there instead as he took in the relaxed, peaceful expression on your face, your lashes pillowed against your cheek, lips slightly parted. A strange thing happened then– Kento blushed, letting out his breath after he realized he’d been holding it for a few seconds too long. The movie played on in the background and he completely missed the ending, but he didn’t mind. Truth be told, he wasn’t all that invested in it anyway.

Tentatively, he raised a hand and smoothed it over the crown of your head, lowering his face slowly to press his lips against your hairline with a sharp inhale through the nose. He’d been close to you before, of course, but something about the intimacy of your tiny apartment and your shallow, steady breathing painted you in a different light that he’d never experienced, but had perhaps dreamed of on his own lonely nights. Friendships like yours were one in a million, and he’d loathe the day it was over if he admitted his love for you and you refused it. It was risky, he knew.

But so was not telling you.

Gently, so as not to rouse you, he shifted so that he could stand, making sure to support your head so it didn’t fall when he moved his shoulder away. Your soft, sleepy moan took him by surprise and his face grew hot. He stopped, watching your pretty eyes flutter open and try to focus on his face.

“Kento?” you said, blinking slowly.

He swallowed hard. “You, ah, fell asleep. I should go.”

You rubbed your eyes and shook your head, reaching out to grab hold of his wrist and pull him back toward you. “Mmm. Stay.” Your head still addled with sleep, you couldn’t possibly know what you were doing to him, how his will was crumbling right before your tired eyes. The feelings you’d been hiding during the day were raw and honest in your lucid state, and you smiled softly at him as he sat back down beside you. You hugged his arm and nuzzled your head against his shoulder. “I miss you when you’re not here.”

He stared straight ahead and nodded once, though his hand found yours and he pushed his fingers into the spaces between yours and squeezed– just a little, but enough to make you smile and flex your own fingers in response. “But I’m not here all that often.”

“Exactly,” you countered. “You need to come around more.”

“I wait for your invitation. I didn’t realize it was open-ended.”

“Well, it is.” You turned, draping your legs over his lap and slipping your arms around his waist. He was broad and warm, and you could hear his heart against your ear. “Starting now.”

Nanami whispered your name, bending so that his breath stirred the hair on top of your head. He always knew what to say in every circumstance, but here and now– he couldn’t find the right words.

“This is a bad idea.”

“What? You staying here? Keeping me warm?” You giggled nervously, feeling the tension grow between the two of you. Your hands trembled, palms damp and hot against the fabric of his shirt.

“What are you implying? Don’t be coy,” he warned. Thumb and forefinger lifted your chin so that you had no choice but to look into his deep, brown eyes. Even in the dim light of the TV in front of you, the blush at the top of his cheekbones was undeniable. His eyes were sparkling with some kind of warning, lips slightly parted, his warm breath just inches from your face.

You couldn’t hide your smile, and you sat up a little straighter, staring right back at him with a certain defiance. “I want you to stay.”

“Hmph. Is there anything else you’re asking for? You know I don’t like playing games.”

He was so close you could see the tiny wrinkles around his eyes, the way his bottom lip glistened when he ran his tongue over it in anticipation of what he wanted you to say. Fingers trembling, you lifted a hand to his cheek and touched him gently, inching closer until there was nothing but a breath of space between you. “I want you to kiss me.”

Anticipation shot through his veins when your lips brushed against his, and he lowered his eyes, letting his own fingers fan out over the side of your neck, thumb pushing under your chin to tilt your face up even further. “You’re sure?”

“Goddamnit Kento,” you whispered. He kissed you then, soft lips pressing against yours with agonizing tenderness. He took in a sharp breath through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, brow furrowed while he willed himself to be calm. Caution thrown to the wind, he pressed his fingertips into the nape of your neck and held you in place, kissing you more firmly now. Your body came to life as if you were being kissed for the very first time. Nanami was practiced, that much was for sure. Fleetingly, you wondered just how many women had been brought under his spell, but the warm, wet curl of his tongue against the back of your teeth halted any coherent thoughts about it you might have had. He kissed you until your head was dizzy and you felt drunk on his lips. He kissed you until his own need for oxygen overtook his senses and he was forced to pull back, though one broad hand at the base of your spine held you against him, ensuring you couldn’t run away even if you wanted to.

You definitely didn’t want to.

If anything, you needed more of his kisses, of the comfort of his body pressed against yours. He studied your face seriously, and you hooked a couple of fingers under the collar of his shirt, toying idly with the buttons. “What now?” you asked, not meeting his penetrating gaze.

“Are you asking what I want to happen, or what I think should happen?”

“Why are you answering all of my questions with questions?”

“Why are you asking such open-ended questions?” he countered, one corner of his mouth lifting into a lopsided grin.

You flicked the base of his throat and pushed your face into his chest to laugh, curling your fingers into his shirt. “Because I want to know how you feel.”

Nanami hummed, his hand smoothing upward along your spine and down again, settling at your waist. “I want to know how you feel first.”

“Will it change your answer if I tell you?” you asked, staring now at his lips. Your stomach did a little flip and you had the sudden urge to tell him how you felt again without using your words.

He did the talking for you with a firm, open-mouthed kiss, leaning forward into you so that your back was against the couch cushions and he was in control, one hand skimming up your side to cup your cheek. This kiss was deeper and more intense than the first, and the press of his body against yours made you weak to his advances. His lips skirted down over your jaw and to your neck. “Does this make it clear?” he whispered, just below your ear. He lifted your chin to give him better access to the hollow of your throat where he traced his tongue upward, then captured your mouth once again. You lifted your hips slightly, already desperate to be even closer to him.

“I love you,” you murmured onto his tongue. Those three words sent him reeling. He stopped and pulled back just slightly, both hands cupping your face.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “You know I don’t take those words lightly.”

You nodded, holding his intense gaze. “I know. And I wouldn’t say them if I didn’t mean them.”

The silence between you was buzzing, electrified with your revelation, with the sensation of your shared kisses and your bodies pressed so close together. You were still tired, admittedly, though you knew there was no hope of sleeping anytime soon. Before he responded, you saw it in his eyes. The love, the devotion, the feelings he’d been trying so diligently to keep from you for so long. You realized then that you’d seen this expression on him several times before, but it had never really registered until now. Now, in this quiet, incredibly intimate moment between two friends, you saw the love he’d been harboring for you all this time.

“I love you,” he confirmed, diving down for another all-consuming kiss. Rationale be damned, he couldn’t bear to spend another moment denying his feelings for you.

[cypheroo]

Morning Confessions | Laurence Zvhal

"Hi can I request a fic with Laurance complementing the reader but she doesn’t believe him and he tries to prove that he serious?"

Word count : 774

Tw : none?

AN : SO, I tried to follow the request :) AND I have two more Laurence ficss coming soon (a siren x Laurence one and an angsty Laurence one both of which are long asf), so I wanted to get this one written!

Laurence was so handsome…he had such a charm to him, and gosh even just a light graze of his touch would send Shivers up your spine. And he knew this, he knew because he looked at you a lot more now than before. His ‘accidental’ touches seemed to happen more now.

Some people would say he might be feeling the same way you do, but his eyes were for lord aphmau, not for you. And those thoughts alone kept you from asking him if he felt the same. He was just teasing you at this point, toying with you the way a flirt would with anyone, you and him being friends didn't make much of a difference either.

And this morning was no different, Laurence and you were both sitting in the town square, both sipping your respective drinks, chatting the early morning away. It was so nice, being able to meet with Laurence like this, sure you wished you'd be able to call this a date…but it was ok! You were content.

“Really! Come on, how long do you think Brendon will really be into kawaii-chan?” Laurence questioned, “I dunno? The real question is when another person will catch His eye” you answered jokingly. “True. I'm surprised he hasn't tried his hand at aphmau” Laurence joked before he took another sip of his drink. You Shrugged and Looked back out at the main square looking around, no one was really out this early, most still being inside asleep. It was quiet for a moment before you felt Laurence's eyes on you, you held still trying to act like you didn't notice, “your eyes look really pretty against the morning light, has anyone ever told you that?” Laurence asked, his voice a tad bit more serious this time.

You felt your stomach get butterflies over his words…his tone, and the idea that it Was directed to you? You turned your head to him and laughed softly, “and who are you trying to impress Mr?” You asked as you shook your head, “you're just being nice” you cleared your throat trying not to sound too shaken up by his words. “No, I'm being serious. your eyes are absolutely beautiful, if you don't mind” as the last Few words of his sentence left his mouth he set his drink on the floor and slowly cupped your cheeks, forcing you to face him, “let me get a closer look, honey” the pet name rolling off his tongue easily. His eyes narrowed as he focused on your eyes.

You felt your face get warm, hell you felt your whole body get warm as the man in front of you studied your face, “your eyes are stunning” he moved his bottom lip between his teeth as he tilted his head.

You couldn't take it as you pulled away and stood up, “oh wow, haha. Funny joke Laurence you can quit it now” you waved him off and faced away from him, trying to calm yourself down.

“joke?” Laurence joined you in standing up. “I'm not kidding. seriously” he insisted. Before you looked back at him with some fake unimpressed look. “Laurence you gotta stop testing out your little pick up lines on me” you said with a small smile and furrowed brows. Your look was matched with laurences confused look, “testing? You think I'm testing them on you?” He asked, almost flabbergasted. “yeah? For lord aphmau, you know full well she'd never let you cup her face like that” you continued with a small hum.

Laurence was quiet for a while, he was absolutely surprised you'd even bring lord aphmau into this when he had been trying to hint at you for months about his feelings about you.

“none of anything I've said to you has been for testing, not for lord aphmau or anyone else.” He stated, his eyes slightly more assured, “to put it quite frankly you're the only one I've used these ‘pick up lines’ on. His words were very self assured which made you confused, “wait so…everything you've said- no way laurence” you couldn't even fathom it. “No way? No way I'm looking at you with hearts in my eyes?” Laurence joked as he crossed his arms. “No way I say these things to get you flustered?” He continued, “no way I say what I mean?” He whispered close to your ear.

You shook your head, “no that'd mean-” you started as Laurence nodded, “that I've fallen for you?” Laurence finished. He nodded with a laugh. His hand slowly grazing your shoulder as he moved in front of you, "Baby, im in love with you. And eyes don't lie. It's clear you feel the same, " he purred as he moved closer to you. "So understand my words are made for only you to hear," he continued. "So please... take my compliment?" He asked with that stupid smirk you hated to love. It was when your eyes met his once more that you slowly smiled and nodded.

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Bad Friend

Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on your best friend for the longest time but tried to ignore it, until you can't.

Warnings: angst, reader's a little jealous and a little drunk, but it's okay, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this, I've been wanting to write for Hobi more! I meant to post this last night, but I was super tired and fell asleep, sorry.

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'I should've just stayed home, what was I thinking?'

The same thought kept reverberating around your head to the beat of the music as you tipped back another drink, watching as Hobi luaghed with the others.

You know you should be happy, you should be over there with him, celebrating the release of his album, but all you could think as you watched him smile, saturated in purple light, was how much you wanted to leave.

You don't know it bothered you so much to see him so close with Minjae, she was just a friend and fellow dancer at the company, like you. It made perfect sense that he would be close with her too.

That's a lie, you knew perfectly well why it bothered you, you just didn't want to admit it that it was because you were head over heels for your best friend.

From the first day you met, the two of you had just clicked. You shared the same sense of humor and determination, and his bright and friendly nature had instantly put you at ease. It sounded more than a little cliche to use such a comparison for him, but Hobi coming into your life had felt like the first glimpses of sunlight after a thunderstorm.

The two of had quickly formed a close friendship, but as time had passed, you'd had the sinking realization that your feelings had grown well beyond those of just a friend.

You'd tried your best to ignore the persistent flutter in your stomach whenever he touched you or looked at you too long, but at times it felt nearly impossible.

You'd considered owning up and telling him, frankly there were times you wondered if he knew already and was feigning ignorance, which only furthered your belief that he wouldn't feel the same, and you were not about to risk one of the most important relationships in your life over a stupid one-sided crush.

You were friends, nothing more, and you would be fine with that...

Right?

Right now, you weren't so sure, as you watched him and Minjae, both of them seeming to keep a little too close as they talked, making your chest tighten painfully. You tried to tell yourself that it was fine, you were overreacting, but when he slung his arm around her shoulder as he laughed at something she said, you broke.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Jimin, who you'd spent most of the evening with, asked, noticing your sudden change in mood.

"I'm going home." You said, standing abruptly and slipping past him, determined to get out the crowded room before your emotions could get the best of you.

You'd barely made it halfway down the hall before you heard an all too familiar voice calling out your name behind you.

"Y/n!" Hobi pulled you to a stop as he caught up to you. "Jimin said you're leaving? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Hobi, please just go back to the party, they'll miss if you're gone too long."

"Not as much as I'll miss you." He said softly, reaching for your hand, but you jerked away, a little too quickly, resulting in you hitting your elbow against the wall and cursing under your breath.

"Don't say things like that!" You whined, clutching at the bruised limb.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because they make me feel things I shouldn't!" You snapped.

"Like what?"

Fuck, don't say it! But your mouth was faster than your brain.

"Like I love you!" You shouted. The words hung in the air as you stared at each other, frozen.

"You do?" He asked after a moment.

"I-uh... Yeah." You gave up, bracing yourself for his rejection.

"That's okay." He said.

You balked at him. "What?!"

"Yeah, I mean, I don't mind." He said, smiling slightly.

You blinked, unable to process the implication of his words.

"What are you doing? Why are you being so understanding?" You said, desperately trying to fight back the tears that were stinging your eyes. Why had you thought drinking was a good idea tonight? You knew you were overly emotional when drunk, anything could make you cry, including the way Hobi was currently staring at you. "Why can't you just be mad or hate me and make this easier?"

"Why would I hate you?" He asked, confused.

"Because I'm a bad friend!" You shouted. "I think and feel things about you that I shouldn't, and I get jealous when I have no fucking right to-!"

Your rant was cut short by Hobi connecting his lips with yours, your back hitting the wall behind you as you staggered in shock.

When he pulled back, it was only by a couple inches, resting his forehead against yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

"You're not a bad friend." He whispered. "I like you, Y/n." He let out a shaky laugh. "I like you so much, it crazy. I thought you knew how I felt, but I should've just said it, I'm sorry."

"Really?" Was all you could manage in response, head still spinning.

"Really." He said, pulling back further to meet your eyes. "Is that okay?"

You nodded.

"Can you kiss me again?" You asked, making him laugh.

"Absolutely." He chuckled before pressing his lips to yours again, much more softly this time, but it was still enough to send a shiver up your back as you leaned into the kiss, getting lost in the feeling of him.

You didn't know how much time passed before you separated again, faces flushed and hair tousled.

"We should probably head back in there." You whispered.

"In a minute." He replied, not ready to let you go so soon, now that he was able to hold you properly.

[httpsdana]

Favorite Medicine~Ferran Torres

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12-"did you know that at least a kiss a day keeps the doctor away?"

y/n woke up with an aching head and a prickly hot throat. She tried drinking water hoping the burning feeling in her throat might fade but it didn't. She was feeling slightly cold, so she slipped a hoodie (Ferran's hoodie) that was laying on the chair

She groaned lowly as Ferran was still asleep next to her. She tried going back to sleep, but the thumping of her head made it hard. She let out a sigh and turned to look at Ferran. He was sleeping peacefully with a small pout playing on his lips. His hair was messy, a hot messy, spread across his forehead. She smiled slightly at the sight of him, and pushed her body closer to his, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, hoping that his body could embrace hers with his own warmth. Ferran opened his eyes slightly as he felt y/n's arms around him tighter than usual

"something wrong amor?"he asked in a raspy voice, sitting up slightly to lean his back against the headboard

y/n turned her head to look at him, giving him an apologizing look

"sorry for waking you up baby. I'm just cold a bit"she said in a low voice, feeling the throbbing in her head increase more and more

Ferran put his hand on her forehead, a worried look spread across his face as he touched her burning skin

"princesa...you're burning up. is anything hurting you?" he asked in a worried tone, soothing her hair with his fingers

"just my head a bit, and my throat feels dry" she mumbled closing her eyes to try to decrease her pain

"let me make you some soup and get you some pills okay?" he tried getting up, but y/n's grip only tightened more around him

"just a few more minutes please" she mumbled, burying her face deeper into his shirtless chest.

Ferran smiled and sat back, running his fingers through her messy hair, while rubbing her back, giving her a kiss on her head every once in a while

After a few minutes, y/n was alseep, so Ferran managed to slip out of her grip to make her some soup. The same soup his mother always made for him when he was sick. After some time, the soup was ready. Ferran made some hot tea too and poured it in y/n's mug, before carrying the tray of soup and tea to their room.

He opened the door quietly, careful not to startle y/n in her sleep. Her breathing was steady, though discomfort was evident in her featues. Ferran smiled and put the tray on his nightstand, before he sat down next to y/n on the bed.

"princesa. wake up. I got you some soup and a cup of tea" he said in a low voice, leaning over to kiss her forehead. She groaned but opened her eyes, sitting up while rubbing her eyes

"how's your head feeling?" he asked before handing her the tray.

"it still hurts" she mumbled, before starting to take small sips of Fer's soup

She hummed in satisfaction making Ferran smile. He laid down on the bed, looking up at her

"its delicious. thank you Fer" she said, leaning down and pressing a kiss on his cheek

"did you know that at least a kiss a day keeps the doctor away?" he said with a cheeky smile, making y/n look at him with an amused look

"oh yeah? probably why I got sick. I haven't had my kiss since yesterday" she said making Ferran sit up quickly

"well come on then. let me give you your kiss" he tried kissing her, but she only pushed him away

"no no I'm not gonna be the reason you get sick right now" she shook her head, but Ferran kept on leaning till he managed to close the distance between them. He kissed her deeply, not caring if she's sick or not.

"if you get sick its on you"

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 9

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

It was the morning after you had discovered the drunk texts from Tom and you were exhausted. Though you had tried to sleep, your anger kept you awake until the wee hours of the night, and when you finally fell asleep, you dreamt that Tom was saying the exact things he said in those messages, but in person. He was spitting them at you like a cobra spits venom, over and over until you woke up in a cold sweat. You dragged your feet getting ready for work, dreading the day ahead of you, and you had to put extra effort into covering up all of the marks Tom left on your neck the previous night. Unfortunately, that meant you didn’t have time to get yourself a latte on your way to work, and you hated drinking the shitty coffee from craft service. 

When you arrived at work, you were glad to be setting up alone. You and Kaitlyn had taken to alternating days where one of you would prep in the morning and one of you would close up at the end of the day. By now, you’d considered Kaitlyn to be a friend, but you hadn’t forgotten the fact that she’d told Tom about Trevor. Eventually, you would have to confront her about it, but for the time being, you would simply enjoy your peace and quiet.

Half an hour later, Tom and Kaitlyn arrived at the same time, Kaitlyn greeting you with her usual, much too chipper “good morning,” and Tom with an apologetic look in his eyes and two coffees in hand. You merely gave them a half-hearted “morning” before turning back to your station. 

“I thought you might like a latte,” Tom said meekly, putting the coffee cup from your favorite café on the counter in front of you. 

“I’d like to get started right away, if that’s alright with the two of you,” you stated, refusing to look at Tom and ignoring the latte you so desperately needed.

“You alright?” Kaitlyn asked. 

You shrugged. “Tired. Didn’t sleep well.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom look at you with concern, but just like the latte, you ignored it.

The minutes dragged on at an agonizing pace as you listened to Tom and Kaitlyn make idle chit chat while you worked in silence. Whenever they attempted to bring you into the conversation, you gave them one word answers without looking up once. You could tell they were both uncomfortable with the palpable tension emanating from you, but you didn’t care. 

By the time Tom’s hair and makeup was almost finished, you’d decided that you were desperate to leave the awkward silence you’d created and even more desperate for caffeine. “Kaitlyn, you finish up,” you told her. “I’m going to go get some coffee from craft service. I’ll meet you on set.” 

“But–” she began, confusion in her voice as she pointed to the now cold latte sitting on the counter. She was cut off by the sound of the trailer door shutting behind you.

…

When you arrived on set, you decided you’d rather stand in the back rather than sit in your chair next to Kaitlyn. It wasn’t just that you were angry with her for telling Tom about Trevor, but you also knew that she would want to know why you were ignoring Tom and try to pry it out of you as soon as she had the opportunity. Mostly though, you just wanted to be left alone for a while.

Of course, your job wasn’t that forgiving. You couldn’t keep putting your assistant on Tom, and you were nothing if not professional. Well, you had been before he came along. So, when duty called, you did what needed to be done with the intention that you would simply treat Tom as if he was a client you’d just met and keep things as professional as possible. Of course, Tom had other plans.

“Y/n,” Tom began as you touched up his makeup.

Without looking at him, you stopped him immediately. “If what you’re about to say isn’t strictly work related, I’m going to have to ask you to shut it.”

“I don’t understand why you won’t just hear me out.”

“I think you’ve said plenty in those texts you sent me.”

“I don’t think you’re being entirely fair…”

You finally looked him in the eyes, your eyebrows raised. “I’m not being fair? You basically called me slut, Tom.”

His brow furrowed. “You know I would never call you or any woman a slut!”

“You may as well have.”

“I was pissed out of my mind!”

“So was I! But I didn’t send you any nasty messages, did I?”

“No, you just slept with Trevor.”

You shook your head as your eyelids narrowed. “Oh, fuck you, Tom. Don’t you dare throw that in my face. Last I checked, we’re allowed to sleep with other people.”

He stood his ground. “But you wouldn’t have slept with him had you been sober, just as I wouldn’t have said those awful things had I been sober.”

“That’s not the bloody point,” you shot back before you spun around and stormed back to where you had been standing before, eager to regain your solitude. You spent the rest of the morning there, and anytime Tom needed hair and makeup from that point on, he was wise enough not to push you any further and just let you work in silence. 

Kaitlyn, however, couldn’t stand your cold shoulder any longer, and just as you suspected she might, she eventually came to confront you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you or do I have to force it out of you?” Kaitlyn demanded.

You sighed and then looked at her with irritation. “Do you remember yesterday when I told you never to mention the whole Trevor fiasco ever again?”

“Yeah…” she replied with nervous hesitation.

“Well, for future reference, when I say that, I mean never to mention it to anyone.”

She scrunched her face in guilt. “Tom told you I told him?”

“He told me you told him.”

“But you didn’t tell me not to tell him!”

“Unless I tell you to tell someone, don’t tell anyone!”

“Wait, I’m starting to get confused.”

You let out an exasperated groan. “Why did you tell Tom about Trevor?”

“It was an accident, okay? He was so quiet yesterday, so I was trying to fill the silence when at some point it just sort of slipped out. I don’t see what the big deal is anyway. You guys are such close friends that I figured you were going to tell him anyway. I mean, you told Warren of all people.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “The point is, it’s my business and I should be able to decide who is privy to it and who isn’t.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you.”

After a beat, she spoke up again. “So now I know why you’re mad at me, but what did Tom do? I mean, it was pretty cold to blatantly reject his latte like that, and you haven’t exactly hidden the fact that you hate the coffee here.”

“I don’t hate it,” you defended. However, in your attempt to prove her wrong, you took a sip of your coffee and couldn’t fight back the grimace that appeared on your face.

“You were saying?”

“Alright, without giving too much detail, he said some things to me that a real friend would never say.”

“What?” She looked surprised. “That doesn’t sound like Tom at all. What did he say?”

“Do you really think I’d tell you after you opened your big mouth yesterday?”

“It just seems very unlikely that he would say anything untoward to anyone, let alone you.”

You shrugged. “It turns out people can surprise you. And what do you mean by ‘let alone me?’”

“Please. Are we going to pretend like you two don’t instantly light up every time you see each other? At least before yesterday you did. I can’t say whether it’s just your friendship or something more, but the two of you are like flint and steel. Together you create a fire that warms the entire room. The last two days, however, it’s been cold and dreary on set, and everyone can feel it, whether they realize why or not.”

You thought about what Kaitlyn said. While the sentiment was nice enough, you weren’t sure you believed her; or for some fucked up reason, you didn’t want to believe her. “I think you’re imagining things, Kait.”

“Deny it all you want, but it’s true. I don’t know what he said, but I think it might be worth it to forgive him. Not many people have the kind of infectious chemistry that you two have.” And with that, she left to go back to her chair.

You folded your arms and leaned back against the wall behind you. You were somehow more angry now because you knew Kaitlyn had a point. Was it really worth it to keep punishing Tom if it meant stewing in your own anger all day? But then Tom’s messages appeared in your head again, and the image from your dream of him yelling them at you. No. You weren’t ready to forgive him. As much as you wanted to, you just couldn’t. Not yet anyway.

…

By the time lunch was called, Tom felt utterly defeated. He knew he’d royally fucked up, but he didn’t know how to fix it. Typically he found that his words were his strongest asset in expressing himself, but he couldn’t begin to find the words to express how sorry he was, and even if he did, you refused to listen to anything he had to say. Not that he blamed you. 

While everyone else swarmed craft service or went off the lot to get their lunch, Tom found that he wasn’t hungry. This was the second day in a row that you had affected his appetite and it was maddening. He resolved to go back to his trailer, and on his way he heard your name come from behind one of the other trailers in the lot. He paused to listen.

“…but Max here was too bloody chicken to bag that bird!” exclaimed the voice of a man Tom didn’t recognize.

Then came a voice he could only assume belonged to Max. “I wasn’t chicken. She was just a fucking tease.”

A third man chimed in. “It’s a shame, really. Can you imagine what a spitfire like her is like in the sack?”

Max laughed. “The best part would’ve been getting to say that I fucked Hiddleston’s whore!”

Filled with blinding rage, Tom couldn’t listen to any more. He rounded the corner and met Max with a right hook to the jaw. The brawny man immediately retaliated with an equally devastating punch to his assailant, only to realize seconds later whose million dollar face he’d just marred.

“Shit,” Max cursed, his eyes wide with fearful regret. “Mr. Hiddleston, I—“

“If you ever want to work in this industry again,” Tom interrupted with a low growl. “I suggest you leave this studio in the next ten seconds and reevaluate how you’d like to treat women from now on.”

Without a word, Max nodded his head and sped off, his two friends following close behind him. 

“Fuck,” Tom hissed in pain as soon as they were gone. He held his right hand in his left, flexing it open and shut a few times while he examined it. The skin over his knuckles had split open from the force of his punch to Max’s hard jaw bone. He then carefully brought his fingers up to his throbbing left cheekbone, the sharp pain causing him to instantly retract them. 

It was a stupid thing to do. Tom was fully aware of that. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d thrown a punch that wasn’t choreographed. He was never an aggressive person by any means, and he had certainly never abused his power like that, but he couldn’t stand men that were so blatantly disrespectful to women, let alone you. He began to shake with anger again just thinking about what Max had said about you, what he’d called you. 

…

For your lunch break you wanted nothing more than to hide away in your trailer, away from Kaitlyn’s infuriatingly insightful observations and, most of all, away from Tom’s stupid face. But you should have figured out by then that luck was not your friend as of late, because who should you run into on your way to your trailer but the exact stupid face you were trying to avoid. All anger was momentarily forgotten, however, when you saw he was hurt. 

“Oh my god, Tom, what the hell happened to you?” you asked in a panic as you rushed to him and grabbed his injured hand.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” You brought your hand up to his cheek to examine his face. “You’re bleeding! You need to see the medic.”

He shook his head. “Nevermind, it’s fine. I have a first aid kit in my trailer, so I can just patch myself up.”

“If you won’t see the medic, at least let me do it. I have some liquid plaster in my kit.”

“You don’t have to,” he urged you in a low, gentle tone. “Really.”

“Tom, it’s fine.”

He tilted his head forward and raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

You sighed. Damn him for being so considerate. “Let’s just go before I change my mind.”

Tom’s trailer was small but rather nice, with a kitchenette, a table and two chairs, a sofa, a bathroom, and even a small bed in the back. Tom fetched the first aid kit out of one of the cupboards. 

“I’ll take that, you sit down.” You gestured to one of the chairs. He raised his eyebrows at you. “Sit.” You commanded once more. He obliged. After getting some ice from the freezer and putting it in a bag, you handed it to him “Hold this on your face.” Then you washed your hands, found a clean washcloth, and wet it with warm water. The whole time Tom simply watched you, looking up with those puppy dog eyes that always made you weak, but you were determined to focus on the task at hand. You sat down in the other chair and pulled it close to him so that you were sitting between his wide-spread knees. Letting out a quiet sigh, you took his injured hand and began gently cleaning it with the washcloth. “So, tough guy, who was it?”

“Sorry?”

“Don’t be daft, Thomas. I know fist fight injuries when I see them, so out with it.”

He hesitated for a moment. “I’m afraid you’ll be angry with me.”

“Well I’m already angry with you,” you told him as you took the liquid plaster out of your kit and applied it to the cuts on his knuckles. “So what have you got to lose?”

“It was Max.”

“What? Why would Max punch you?” you asked with a small chuckle at the ludicrous idea.

“Because I sort of punched him first.”

Your head shot up to look at him. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“He was saying awful things about you,” Tom defended. “And don’t ask me to repeat them because I won’t.” 

“Oh well now you have to,” you told him, your curiosity piqued.

“I’m telling you, you don’t want to know.”

“I’m a big girl, Tommy. I can handle it.”

He sighed heavily and you could see the anger seep into his features as he thought back to what happened. “He called you a ‘fucking tease,’ and he said that he would’ve liked to have been able to say that he fucked ‘Hiddleston’s whore.’ And then, I don’t know, my anger just took over, I guess. I punched him and then he punched me back before he realized it was me. Once he did he ran off.”

“‘Hiddleston’s whore?’ Do you think he knows we’re fucking?”

“That’s your takeaway from this??”

“What do you want me to say? As flattered as I am that you would punch someone to defend my honor, it was still an incredibly stupid thing to do.”

“I know. I wasn’t thinking.” 

You finished his knuckles and moved the bag of ice from his face to his hand, so you could begin to clean his cheek. “I’m just glad this is the extent of your injuries. He could have given you a concussion.”

“Do my ears deceive me, or are you worrying over me?” he carefully prodded.

“Don’t make a big deal about it,” you warned. “I’m still cross with you.”

“I know. You have every right to be. But I need you to know that I didn’t mean those things I said. 

You kept your eyes on his cheekbone while you mended it with plaster. “Whether you meant them or not, they still hurt.”

“And I hate myself for that. You’re the last person on earth I’d want to hurt.”

You looked at him skeptically. “What about your mum?”

“Okay, you’re the second to last person on earth I’d want to hurt,” he corrected.

“What about your sisters?”

“Are you kidding? We tortured each other growing up. You’re still second.” He smiled at you and though you tried your hardest not to, your lips still curled into a small smirk while you rolled your eyes at him. 

Once the plaster was set, you took out some foundation and a blending sponge to cover up his injuries as best you could. 

“Ow,” he winced and pulled away when you began tapping the foundation into his bruised cheekbone.

“Oh hush, you big baby,” you told him, cradling the side of his face and neck to keep him from moving. The two of you were quiet for a moment as you continued to blend the foundation on his face. You kept your eyes on your blending sponge, but his eyes stayed on you. His gaze darted between your eyes and your lips, his eyebrows slanted upward and inward ever so slightly. You’d seen that expression many times before. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Making that face.”

“I’m not making a face.”

“Yes you are. It’s the face you make whenever you want to kiss me.”

“I do want to kiss you.”

You paused, looking at him briefly before bringing your attention back to your sponge. “It’s not that easy, Casanova.”

“Very well,” he said, his grin never faltering. Suddenly the speakers in his trailer came alive with the sound of an electric guitar strumming in an upbeat rhythm, making you jump. You looked down to find Tom’s phone in his hand, having just pressed play on the song “If I Could Turn Back Time.” When you looked back up at Tom, he was swaying his shoulders to the beat and singing along with Cher.

“If I could turn back time,” he sang, his eyes locked on yours..

Your wary gaze followed him as he stood up. “What are you doing?” 

“If I could find a way,”

“Thomas…”

“I’d take back those words that have hurt you, and you’d stay.”

Listening to the lyrics, his intentions dawned on you. “Oh, you think you’re clever now, don’t you?”

In lieu of an answer, Tom simply winked at you as he serenaded you through the first verse. You glared at him while you bit your lip to stop from smiling. “I don't know why I did the things I did, I don't know why I said the things I said, pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside, words are like weapons, they wound sometimes.” You almost broke during the pre-chorus when he fell to his knees in front of you and made like he was begging for your forgiveness while he sang, “I didn't really mean to hurt you, I didn't wanna see you go, I know I made you cry, but baby, if I could turn back time…” As he went back into the chorus, he stood back up and reached his hand out to you as an invitation to dance with him. 

You shook your head. “Oh no. Absolutely not.”

Still singing, he ignored your objection, grabbing your hand and pulling you up out of your seat. 

“No no no no no,” you protested in rapid fire succession as you were lifted onto your feet.

He wrapped one arm around your waist and with the other he took your hand in his. After rocking with you back and forth to the rhythm, he spun you around and dipped you, an impressive feat in his small trailer. By that point you couldn’t hold back your smile any longer. In fact, you found yourself giggling uncontrollably. “If I could reach the stars, I’d give ‘em all to you, then you’d love me, love me, like you used to do.”  The two of you danced and sang and giggled through the entire remainder of the song, each of you trying out your best Cher impressions and laughing even harder in turn. It was silly, and uninhibited, and by far the most fun you’d ever had. It made you realize how lucky you were that you had the privilege of seeing this side of him, away from cameras, and press, and fans, where he could completely and totally be himself. You didn’t understand why, of all people, he felt comfortable enough to share that part of himself with you, but you did know without a doubt that you felt just as comfortable with him. 

As the music began to fade, Tom spun you out one last time and then spun you back into his arms and held you close, your heaving chests flush against each other while your lips were mere centimeters apart.

“You make it incredibly difficult to stay angry with you, you know that?” you told him breathlessly. 

He let out a small chuckle, and then looked down at your mouth like it was water and he was dying of thirst. Slowly, cautiously, he brought his lips to yours. He kissed you with a softness you hadn’t felt from him before. It was tender yet deliberate. You reciprocated with the same gentle affection, savoring it for as long as you could until you were startled by a knock on the door, causing you both to pull away abruptly. 

“Mr. Hiddleston?” came Trevor’s voice from outside.

Fucking Trevor, you thought. 

“Yeah,” Tom called, looking and sounding as if he’d just woken up from a dream.

“They’re waiting for you on set, mate.” Trevor said.

Tom sighed. “Be right there!” You looked at each other with cheeky grins on your faces until you were sure Trevor had gone, at which point you both burst out giggling again. When you settled down, he put a hand on your waist. “Thank you for patching me up.”

“Nevermind. Just promise me you won’t go round punching anyone else for me.”

“I’m afraid I can’t make that promise.”

“Well, try. You’ve made my job hard enough as it is now I’ve got these cuts and bruises to cover up for the next week.”

“I’ll do my best,” he replied with a chuckle. He kissed your forehead and headed for the door, turning back to you once he’d reached it. “See you out there, yeah?”

“It’s my job, isn’t it?” you teased him.

“And maybe you can come over after?” he suggested hopefully. 

“Don’t push your luck, stud,” you replied, but there was no hiding the uncontrollable grin on your face. 

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- Don’t ignore me -

Big time angst, with some fluff at the end.

After some harsh words from Candy, you seek solace on the roof of the scratching post, sending Blaine into a frenzy

Word count: 1,187

Angst 🗡️ and a lil fluff ☁️

I made a promise to complete this list by @creativepromptsforwriting in a months time, using a random number generator I got number 9! “Don’t ignore me”

- Don’t ignore me -

It was a Saturday afternoon, I could hear the wind blowing past my ears, whisking my hair around me, I watched in a trance as the leaves made a tornado like shape while whipping through the streets, I steadied my breathing by syncing with the storm, letting the soft raindrops wash over me.

I was sitting on the roof of the scratching post, 4 stories high and far from the noise of Don E cleaning the bar, far from the sounds of candys heals clicking against the tiles, and especially far from Blaine.

Last night I sat at my usual spot at the bar, chatting with Blaine as he served customers, handing me expensive drinks and enjoying what should have been a calm evening, until it wasn’t.

I headed to the bathroom around 1am, touching up my worn off makeup and messy hair, when candy walked in.

I was never her biggest fan, she’d always given me dirty looks, downright ignoring me when she walked into a room, and blatantly flirting with Blaine right in front of me.

So when she walked into the small restroom, drunk out of her mind and most likely high, I tried to ignore her, keep looking in the mirror and leave as soon as I was done.

That didn’t happen.

“You know Blaine only keeps you around cuz you’re easy…” her words trailed off, slurred as she swayed behind me.

“You’re wrapped around his finger (y/n), he’s got you right where he wants you”

I kept looking forward, not even looking back at her as she spoke, tho I could see her in the mirror, bracing herself against the stalls.

“I was once his favourite, you know? I was just like you… but now… well I’m a god-damn-fucking treasure compared to you…” her eyes were like daggers in my back, staring me down, metaphorically stabbing me with each word.

“He only fucks you cuz he knows that once he goes back to me… well, it’ll be like finding a diamond in a pile of horseshit…”

With that I put my lipstick back in my pocket and walked out the door, letting it slam shut behind me, hearing a drunken “don’t let it hit you on the way out!” As I left.

I needed a breather, even though I wanted to not believe her, her words spiralled in my mind, spinning and circling around. I saw the way she looked at him, the way her hand lingers too long when handing him paperwork, the way she perches herself on her desk like some prized canary. It drove me nuts.

I walked passed the bar and into the back office, into the small bedroom where I spent the vast majority of my time, the bed I shared with Blaine.

I laid back, letting my head hit the pillow, I felt tears well in my eyes.

It was stupid, I know, I felt like I was 15 again, getting picked on by the school bully, she wasn’t worth it, but it still hurt.

It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep, my head hurting from tears and exhaustion, I was so tired that I didn’t even hear Blaine coming in, pulling my shoes off and placing the soft blanket over me.

I woke up hours later, still in my black leather jeans and button up shirt, my makeup smudged at hair an absolute mess, I looked a wreck. I turned my head, seeing Blaine sleeping softly besides me, normally this would instantly make me smile, it would urge me to cuddle closer and stay in bed all day, but all I wanted to do was run, run from my feelings, run from my problems and run from him.

So that’s how I ended up here, my hands raw from climbing the fire escape, my head hurting and my body shaking, partly from the hangover and partly from the cold.

I left my phone on the bedside table, knowing that as soon as Blaine sees I’m not in bed, he’d call me till my phone quite literally blew up.

I knew he’d be panicking, but the horrible, jealous part of me, wanted him to worry, I wanted him to feel that same sinking feeling I felt.

I stayed there for hours, sitting, walking around, laying down and watching the clouds, doing anything but go back down.

It wasn’t until I heard Blaine’s car pull back into the alley behind the bar that I sat down facing him, letting my legs dangle off the side of the building.

An hour before I’d heard him leave, shouting at Don E to drive up to my favourite cafe, and that he was headed to my apartment to look for me.

Now he was back, I watched him step out of his car and pick up his phone, he dialed a number, running his hand through his hair, he looked distraught, and part of me felt suddenly awful, I frowned as he leaned back against his car, looking down at his feet.

“Hey, Liv… I’m sorry to call I just- I can’t fi-“ he looked up, his eyes meeting mine as he froze, putting his phone down.

He didn’t even hesitate before rushing to the fire escape, making his way up to me.

“(Y/n)!” I looked down at my feet, still hanging over the street below.

He repeated my name again, softer this time, I winced, he didn’t sound mad, or even upset anymore… he sounded relieved.

And that killed me

He sat down behind me and pulled me into his arms, away from the ledge, holding me close and trembling slightly.

“What happened baby? What’s wrong?” He was mumbling questions into my hair, gripping me tightly as I lay stiff in his arms.

“Baby, please, don’t ignore me…”

He knew. I could tell right then, he knew.

I broke down, sobbing as I relaxed in his arms, gripping his arms to steady myself.

“I’m sorry, it’s stupid…” my voice broke, tears streaming down my face.

“It’s not (y/n), Candy told me what happened… well, she came onto me and told me you were out of the picture…”

I sniffed and looked up at him, my eyebrows furrowed.

“Listen to me (y/n), no one could ever replace you… you make me want to be a better person, you make me smile every single day, when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there… I don’t think I’ve ever felt that scared…” he caressed my cheek, pulling me closer, his words now coming out as a whisper, as if his words would shatter me like a piece of glass.

He held me there for what felt like an eternity, soothing me as I sobbed, apologising for what seemed like hours. I was so out of it that I was practically out of my body as he lead me back to the bar, pulling me into the warm shower with him and curling into bed with me.

Holding me until I knew she was wrong, I knew he had chosen me.

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Little Moments That Pass Us By Chapter 6

2 chapters in one day! I’m super excited by this one. It loved writing it and re-reading it makes me smile. I hope it brings a smile to all of your faces too!

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First Night - May 1998

 Ginny didn’t wanna move. Her bed was too comfortable to even consider getting up. She was warm and cozy under her blanket. The idea of staying there all day was so tempting. 

 Movement. 

 A sudden movement on the mattress made Ginny’s eyes shoot open. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she took in her surroundings. She was clearly in her childhood room at the Burrow. There was the beat-up dresser and frayed poster of Gwenog Jones. Nothing was out of place or different…. Except for the fact that there was another person in her small bed.

 Even if she’d only been able to see the messy jet-black hair, Ginny would have recognized Harry. How he’d ended up in her bed was a mystery to her, but clearly, he’d gotten comfortable seeing as he was drooling on her pillow. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. His brow wasn’t furrowed, and there was no hard set to his jaw. 

 The temptation to touch him, run her fingers down his cheek, grew stronger with each passing second. Hell, she always wanted to touch him, if she was being honest. Every second over the past three days, all Ginny had wanted to do was touch him, hold him, be with him. There had been moments where she’d been able to, like during the funerals. 

 Fred’s funeral.

 Drinking around the fire with her brothers, Harry, and Hermione.

 Waiting for her brothers to start heading tipsily up to their rooms before asking Harry to come to her room.

 Memories flooded back to her like a dam had broken. She could remember her taking Harry’s hand. Sitting on the bed with him. The scent of the campfire clung to him. What had she done? What had they done?

 Her head throbbed as she tried to remember. Panic rolled in her gut as possibilities started running through her head, starting with —

 She lifted the blankets from her chest, taking in the old shirt and shorts she wore. Her heart slowed down, realizing she and Harry hadn’t… that she wasn’t lying naked with her ex-boyfriend.

 “Wh —” Harry groaned, his body turning towards her. 

 Ginny didn’t wanna wake him, but he couldn’t stay in here. If her mother did one of those nightly checks, she’d been prone to since the battle…

 Gently she shook his shoulder. “Harry?”

 His eyes flew open, a wild panic bright as he took in his surroundings. Ginny could see the moment his panic shifted to confusion. “Ginny? What — what am I doing in your room?”

 The memories kept coming back to her. She could remember the way she’d talked about some of her favorite things Fred had done. Then Harry had told her about his own. She could still vividly see the soft expression on his face when he’d told her how much he missed Fred. How glad he was that she had lived. How much he’d thought about her while on the run

 She’d leaned into him then. Her head on his shoulder and her nose so close to his neck that his naturally woodsy scent became stronger than the campfire scent that lingered on his clothing. 

 Then nothing. She’d fallen asleep on him. And fuck if it hadn’t been the best night’s sleep of her life. 

 “We fell asleep talking,” she told him slowly. “We were also a little pissed.”

 Harry grimaced. “It’s coming back to me now. There had been the fire, drinks… so many drinks, then,” His eyes met hers. “You asked me up here.”

 Ginny sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Well, when you say it like makes me sound rather forward, doesn’t it?”

 The smile spread slowly across his lips. She loved his smile. He didn’t smile enough. It had become her personal goal to make him smile. Since that day, he’d discovered her flying around the pitch. She’d made him smile that day, and it had lived in her mind as a moment of pride. 

 “To be fair, last time you asked me into this room, it had led to something more than talking.”

 Ginny’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t expected something so cheeky. His grin had become mischievous and a bit too proud for her liking. “I didn’t hear you complaining that day?”

 His cheeky grin stayed in place. “And you never will.” He sat up, making it, so his back was against the bedframe. That confident smile became hesitant. “When you asked me in here last night… were you trying to be forward?”

 “I — I don’t honestly know,” she admitted. Ginny couldn’t speak for her drunk self. There hadn’t been any plan that she could remember. She could remember the desire to stay with him, that she hadn’t wanted him to leave her side. But had she intended on making a move like on his birthday? That Ginny… the before-war Ginny, had been bold, willing to risk her heart. This Ginny… post-war Ginny… she wasn’t certain how bold she was. How willing was she to risk her heart?

 Harry’s expression fell before shifting to that impassive mask. “Yeah. I mean, we were drunk, and I’m sure —”

 The second she’d seen his disappointment, her question had been answered. Her worries faded as she looked at him. This was Harry. Harry, who had been the first person she’d told about her night flying sessions. It was Harry who was the first person she’d trusted to really explore with. If her heart was safe with anyone, it was him. “But right now, I can say that I’d do the same thing.” He was worth the risk of revealing her heart. For Harry, she could be bold and risk herself.

 He sucked in a surprised breath. “Really?”

 Her heart hammered in her chest as leaned in slowly. With their already close quarters, it didn’t take long for her to press her lips to his. The kiss was gentle, chaste. To Ginny, it was like returning home. When she pulled back, Harry let her. Their eyes met, and she nearly went back for more. “Harry, I’ve missed you. 

 The emotion his eyes held nearly did her in. For someone who was normally so stoic, every thought played across his face. “I — I can’t even —”

 A creaking floorboard made them both freeze. Ginny’s heart pounded so hard against her ribs she worried one might break. They listened, waiting. Then another creak came from a floor below. 

 “Mum will have kittens if she finds you in here,” Ginny whispered. Her mother, despite loving Harry, wouldn’t look too fondly of him sharing a bed with her underage daughter.

 Harry nodded, quickly moving to get out from under the covers. “I’ll head into Percy’s old room. It’s empty and closest.”

 She followed him as he headed for the door. He paused with his hand on the handle. He turned to look at her, his eyes bright. “Ginny, can we talk tomorrow? About us?”

 If it were medically possible, Ginny would have thought her heart skipped a beat. “I’d love that.”

 The way he looked down at her spread warmth from her head to her toes. It was his smile that sealed the deal for her. Crooked, sweet, and so warm it would make butter melt. Then he was opening the door, ready to head up the one flight of stairs to Percy’s old room. When his back was turned to her, she couldn’t stop herself. 

 “Hey, Harry.” Ginny kept her voice low. 

 He stopped and looked back at her. “Yeah?”

 She leaned against the door jamb, wanting to be just that much closer to him. “That was the best night's sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

 His sweet crooked grin spread slowly back across his lips. He took a step back to her. “Yeah?”

 Ginny nodded. “You are a great snuggle partner.”

 She loved the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he was amused. “I can say the same about you.” He closed the gap between them. Ginny lifted her head as he leaned down towards her. Their noses brushed as he slowly tilted his head. “That was the best night’s sleep of my life.” 

 He pressed his lips to hers, and Ginny was lost. Lost in him. He was more intoxicating than the firewhiskey they’d drunk the previous night. She moved in closer, letting her body press into his. When Harry’s hands found their way to her hips, Ginny sighed in satisfaction. She’d bloody missed him. Their reunion at Hogwarts hadn’t been enough, and between all the funerals and trying to deal with the aftermath, they’d had had the time they needed. But right now, at this moment, Ginny finally felt safe. Finally felt things might be okay. 

 Harry was the one who pulled away, one final kiss to her lips before he returned to his full height. “I’ve missed you, Ginny.”

 Merlin, he had no idea. A million different cheesy proclamations ran through her head. But rather than coming off as the love-sick puppy, Ginny ran her hand down his arm to take his hand. She brought his palm to her lips a kissed it. “I’m really glad you fell asleep in my bed, Harry.”

 “Me too, Ginny.” He leaned down to steal a quick kiss. “I best go before someone wakes up. I’ll see you later?”

 She nodded, nearly tightening her grip as he gently tugged his hand from hers. “Goodnight, Harry.”

 And again, when he smiled at her, Ginny’s entire body warmed. “Goodnight, Gin.”