#if you're going to take him in a more kissy direction

[the-awful-falafel]

monsterkisser fake peppino fans, can y'all please make sure your version of the character clearly and visibly passes the harkness test at minimum before getting too weird about him or his relationships with other characters, ok thx bye

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

hands on wrists

"Get that look off your face."

"What look?" Gerry shot back, a teasing challenge clear in his voice. Michael sent him back a look of his own, equally challenging under the guise of disproval.

"That look like you're going to come over here and kiss me," Michael said warningly, eyes flicking to Gerry's lips. Gerry puckered them and made kissy noises in his direction, and Michael pointed a warning finger at him, fighting a smile. "No. We talked about this. You're not allowed to give me kisses with that much lipstick on."

"But I thought you liked my new lip color." Gerry rubbed his lips together, the tacky wax coating them thick and even. The new tube he'd lifted was dark shimmery blue, nearly black, and Michael had already told him how much he loved the look of it, but refused a kiss due to how it would transfer onto his lips. Which of course made Gerry want to kiss him more, and not just on his lips.

"You're lovely but you're still not kissing me." Michael leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, his eyes warm and heavy. "Not even if you beg."

That seemed to be an open invitation to do just that. Gerry knew Michael would never had started this little exchange if he hadn't wanted to goad Gerry into kissing him- his partner was quite clear when it came to things he genuinely didn't want to do. However, given how prone they both were to excessive teasing, they'd had to establish certain guidelines for situations like this, mostly for their own comfort. Which gave Gerry enough cause to lean forward across his desk, eying Michael intently. "What if I told you," he murmured seductively, "that my lipstick tastes like peaches?"

"Really?" Michael raised an eyebrow. He didn't sound like he believed him, but that was part of the fun. "I quite like peaches."

Bingo. That was the go ahead word, and Michael's little pleased expression confirmed that. Gerry snuck a quick look at Gertrude's locked-up office before he slipped out of his seat, crossing the short distance between their desks. "Are you sure you don't want a taste, then?" he prodded, parking his hip on Michael's desk and leaning into his space.

Michael's eyes flicked to his lips, then Gertrude's door. "One kiss," he allowed, and Gerry quickly took advantage, surging in and smacking a kiss on his cheek.

"Oops," he laughed. "I missed."

"You bastard," Michael giggled, touching his marked cheek, grin too wide to even pretend to be mad. "How you could do this to me?"

"Let me try again." Gerry cupped his chin and turned his head to the front, taking a moment to appreciate Michael's adorable blushy face, then just as quickly ducked in and kissed his other cheek. "Oh, no, that wasn't right either."

"Menace!" Michael's hands shot out to push him off his desk but Gerry caught them, keeping his wrists pinned to his chest as he dove back in, aiming right for the terribly obvious spot on the side of his neck. "Gerry!"

"It's a great look on you," Gerry encouraged, smearing his lips over Michael's skin. Despite his protests, Michael barely struggled as Gerry pulled him closer, kissing a ring around his neck. His smile was so wide Gerry could practically feel it, giggling endlessly under his ministrations. Gerry stopped for a moment to appreciate it, his lips still pressed to Michael's throat, feeling his joy vibrating through him. It made him smile too, dragging his lips along Michael's skin, his lip ring cutting through the lipstick. God, he loved Michael so much.

Gerry pulled back to examine his work, unable to stop from laughing at the obvious lip prints all over Michael. "I really 'blue' you, didn't I?" he joked, and Michael groaned, his trapped hands swatting his chest.

"That's awful," he protested, but he was laughing just as hard as Gerry. He was so cute that Gerry had no choice but to lean in and kiss him properly, getting the last of his lipstick onto Michael's lips.

"You should keep that, at least," he requested, barely pulling away to say the words against Michael's lips. "Blue really is a good look on you."

Michael sighed, admitting defeat in their playful little game. "I'll get you back one of these days," he warned, twisting his hands in Gerry's loose grip to cup his chin and hold him in place to kiss him again. "Just you wait. I'll get every color of lipstick I can get my hands on and cover you in them."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Gerry breathed weakly. That honestly sounded delightful, and not just in an adorable couple way. The thought of being so claimed by so many colorful kisses made Gerry's chest feel hot and tight, a shivery feeling rolling down his spine. Such a clear and obvious declaration of Michael's love still blew his mind sometimes, just from hearing about it. Michael's smile turned soft, obviously guessing what Gerry was feeling.

"You are a fiend," he sighed sweetly, kissing Gerry again. "But you're my fiend, and I love you, even when you lie to me."

"When did I lie to you?" Gerry protested, pulling back in surprise.

"Your lipstick didn't taste like peaches." Michael followed him up, still held by his wrists, but using his height to his advantage to loom over Gerry where he was seated on the desk. "I was promised peaches."

"Oh." Gerry brightened, relieved that they were still playing their game. "Guess I didn't kiss you well enough, then."

"And how will you remedy that?" Michael asked, leaning down so his face hovered just over Gerry's.

"I'll just have to kiss you some more," Gerry conceded, and raised his head up to do just that.

[kas-eddie-munson]

Originally wrote half of this for steddie week, and decided to finish it today on a whim. The prompt was discover/first kiss. Rating is ~teen for some cursing. Fluff ^^

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Steve plops down the last box on the floor, and stands up, looking around.  He, Robin, Eddie, and Crissy decided to rent a small house together on the outskirts of the city.  Rob and Crissy just left to go pick up lunch, while Eddie and Steve finish up bringing in the last of the boxes.

Or, more accurately, while Steve finishes up bringing in the last of the boxes, cause he has no idea where Eddie fucked off to.  Steve and Eddie get along much better nowadays, but sometimes the guy can be seriously irritating.  He hopes living together brings them closer as friends, but has a feeling it could just as easily drive them apart.

Suddenly, a loud yelp comes from the basement, and Steve launches off in that direction.  He pulls open the door, and turns the lights on, rushing down the steps.  Eddie is standing in the corner, facing the wall.

“Eds?  What the hell was that?  And why are you in the basement in the dark?”

Eddie turns around with a massive grin and holds out a large toad.

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie… A damsel in distress!  A damsel who needs true love's first kiss!”

Steve relaxes a bit, but brings his hand to his face to rub his eyes.  “Eddie, did you scream like that because you found a frog?”

Eddie splutters out, “Well, it’s clearly a toad, first off.”  He adjusts his grip as the toad squirms.  “Second, he may have jumped on my foot before I spotted him.”  Steve looks down to see that Eddie is barefoot, despite the hard concrete flooring.  He smiles despite himself.

"Please tell me you aren't about to kiss a toad in our new basement."

Eddie scoffs, "Of course not!  You are!"  Then he holds out the toad again, and Steve laughs.

"Absolutely not!"

"Why not?  Who else will save h-"  Eddie's face falls, as he seems to remember gendering the toad a few sentences back.

"No.  Hard no.  And not because you called it a guy on accident, moron."  Steve rolls his eyes, and can't figure out what Eddie is thinking for a minute.  His face is unreadable.

"Oh yeah?  Well, if it's not that part that's stopping you, maybe I could pass along the favor?  Hmm?"  Then Eddie makes an outrageous kissy noise and puckers his lips.  Steve's face feels like it's on fire even though he's clearly joking.

"Hah, hah.  Very funny, Munson."

Eddie cackles and says, "Sounds to me like you're just a chicken."

Steve distantly registers that his heart is beating faster and he feels more nervous than the situation calls for.  It's not like Eddie teasing him like this is new or unusual.  Steve doesn't want to back down from the challenge, but something about it feels more… charged? than Eddie's usual antics.

"Cmon, Harrington.  Not even a peck on the cheek for the poor damsel?"  Eddie bats his eyes at him and tilts his head to the side, so one cheek is closer to Steve than it was before.

God, why was Eddie so annoying?

"Ugg, fine," Steve grumbles and leans in.

Eddie pulls back a bit at the last second, almost like he was surprised Steve actually went for it, and in doing so turns his head slightly, and -

Steve kisses Eddie.  On the lips.

It's only for a second or two, until Steve realizes what just happened and pulls back.  Eddie's face is red and he is staring at Steve with wide eyes and eyebrows above the line of his bangs.

Eddie makes a high pitched noise and looks down.  The toad apparently took the opportunity to wiggle out of his grasp and hop away.  He looks at his hands, and then up, and back at Steve, before shoving them in his pant pockets.  He clears his throat.

"Perhaps it wasn't meant to be.  I'm sure, uh, she'll find her prince one day."  Eddie chuckles, then pats the pockets of his vest and backs up in the direction of the stairs.  He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, turns around, and bounds up the stairs two at a time.  He calls out that he's taking a smoke break.

Steve still hasn't moved.  He wonders what the hell just happened, when he realizes that Eddie has, once again, slithered out of doing what he was supposed to be doing.

Steve REALLY hopes moving in with this guy was a good idea.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

For the pack! Can you guys rank who is the least to most likely to get caught either trying to sneak away together or get caught coming back. I feel like Seungmin has the best eye for when his other mates are being devilish

"Yeah, because somehow, I've earned the title of the 'horny police.'" Seungmin says with slight despair, rolling his eyes.

"More like cockblocker." Jisung snickers beneath his breath, and Seungmin glares at him.

"So this is Minnie's question then, huh?" Minho says with a smug smirk, leaning back into the couch, one eyebrow raised in the direction of the beta. "Go on then, horny police. Give your ranking."

Seungmin sighs and looks resolute. "Fine. But once my rankings are given, they're concrete. No arguing, no changing your status. Understood?"

There are choruses of agreement.

"Fine. Least likely to get caught-" Seungmin points to Minho. "Minho-hyung."

"As it should be."

Seungmin moves his finger to you. "Noona."

You grin and shrug. "I've had lots of practice at sneaking around."

Seungmin then points to himself. "And me."

"Biased much?" Jisung grumbles beneath his breath, and Seungmin turns to glare at him once more.

"I heard that."

"Sorry, officer." Jisung gives the other beta a kissy pout face and a waggle of his eyebrows, which Seungmin dutifully ignores.

"In the middle of the pack," Seungmin continues, sighing once more, his tone full of exasperation. "Chan-hyung, Hyunjin-hyung, and Innie."

Hyunjin shrugs. "I can be pretty subtle if I want to be." He smirks now. "But where's the fun in that? It's more fun to be seen and heard."

"Most likely to get caught-" Seungmin gestures to Jisung, who acts shocked. "Jisung-hyung, Lixie-hyung, and-" He turns to the alpha beside him with a slightly apologetic look. "Binnie-hyung."

Changbin shrugs with an easy grin. "Listen, I'm not good at subtlety. I get it. I'm cool with it."

"And the only time Lixie is trying to be sneaky is when he's drunk, and then he giggles and trips over things and gets way too handsy in public."

Felix laughs. "Guilty."

"Wait-why am I on the most likely list?!" Jisung complains, narrowing his eyes at the other beta. A gasp escapes his lips. "Oh my god, I get it now. You're a dirty cop, Kim Seungmin!"

Seungmin rolls his eyes. "No, you're just hella guilty of this particular crime."

"Wait-so, if I offered you a bribe, would you take it?"

Seungmin sighs heavily. "What's the bribe, hyung."

Jisung gasps again. "I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT."

Seungmin glares at the beta. "No, I just need to know the bribe to know if it's worth my time."

Jisung opens his eyes exceedingly wide and purses his lips, batting his lashes in the picture of innocence as he holds out his hands, wrist up, toward Seungmin.

"Please, Mr. Officer sir, I'm guilty, and a really bad felon, but please don't handcuff me and take me to a cell to violate me, definitely don't do that!"

"I don't own handcuffs."

"Hyung does." Jisung waggles his eyebrows once more and then resumes his dramatic wailing, "No officer, please, I promise, I'll be good, just don't pin me to the bed and-"

"Oh my god." Seungmin gets up from the couch with a huff. "This is why I'm the horny police, hyung, and you're my greatest repeat offender."

Jisung peeks open an eye. "....is it working though?"

"No."

"Dammit."

[jenkys-hoard]

A sneak peak of The Nutcracker and His Shadow (how much of a sneak is dependent on how much of this drabble @cursegirlrabbit wants to use in the actual fic lol)

"Alright..." Donald settles down in the steps. His joints are still stiff from the cold and sitting on a staircase made of ice certainly isn't going to help, but that's not exactly his main concern at the moment. He casts a final glance around as he sets down the lantern; the queen has been exceedingly kind but, call it a gut feeling, they need to be alone for a bit. "I can tell your upset and it's something other than being separated from Panchito."

Jose, his shadowy reflection being projected clearly onto the icy wall next to him, makes a point to roll his shoulders as if he's confused.

"Don't give me that." Donald leans back on his hands, stretching out his legs to relieve some of the ache. "You've been weird since we got here...."

He scrunches his beak a bit as Jose makes a point to make his eyes look in any other direction- he knows he's not fooling anyone, he might as well be a bit childish about it.

"Is it..." Donald pauses, trying to formulate his words, "Is it because you're just stuck with me now?" he tries to keep any hurt out of his voice, it certainly wouldn't be the first time he's made friends with someone who just can't take that much of... him.

Jose visibly startles, arms flailing and eyes wide as saucers- he hastily corrects the action to fervently shake his head no, make X's with his arms, anything he can fathom to deny that thought process immediately.

The change in demeanor is so sudden, Donald can't help but laugh.

Jose noticeably relaxes but his feathers are still on end and eyes are now narrowed.

"I'm sorry." Donald snorts. He tilts his head to gaze at the shadow. "Thank you, though."

Jose nods sharply, feathers relaxing as he finally curls in on himself, letting it show that he does need help...

"Well," Donald bumps his shoulder against the wall playfully, "We're not heading out til tomorrow and we'll be stuck together allllllll niiiight~" he chuckles, victoriously getting a grin out of his companion.

Jose fidgets with his hands, trying to formulate his "words". Some way to feasibly communicate what's wrong.... Not that he even really wants to; its embarrassing and, in the grand scheme of things, just really damn petty...

Caught up in his head, Jose winds up fidgeting his hands into two beaks and just- booping them together in a 'kissy' motion....

Donald stares at the shadow hands, taking in his friend's anxious posture as he gently pokes his pursed fingertips together... Contemplatively, Donald mimics the motion, trying to draw a meaning from it.... "...!" Donald's face flushes scarlet, the chill leaving his body in an instant. "Ah-... is this.... this is about the kiss?" Donald tries to to choke on his words too hard in his flusterdness.

Jose nods hesitantly, eyes darting between Donald and the floor in frantic anxiety.

Donald stares at his shadow friend helplessly. When Reginella had given him a quick peck on the cheek earlier, he honestly hadn't thought too much of it; her Majesty is cute, yes, someone he could see himself with? In other circumstances, maybe. But, as he's in a world that is not his own, one where he cannot possibly stay nor ask her to leave, one where their meeting is simply an ever-fleeting moment in some much grander scheme? Well, he took the kiss at face value. As an equally-fleeting gesture of appreciation and friendliness... Perhaps, it seems, Jose read more into it? Why would he though? Donald had found himself under the impression that Jose and Panchito were partners... Maybe it's that Jose is missing the ability to interact physically with others? Maybe... Donald holds his hand to the wall in a way not dissimilar to how he had during the storm...

Jose smiles at the gesture, moving one of his hands to match. His eyes fill with longing and sadness that should be inpercievable in his current form.

Donald takes in the look... He's relied on his instincts a lot in his life, if he does so once more? What's the harm?

He leans closer, taking advantage of Jose's attention on their "joint" hands to press his beak to the shadow's 'cheek'.

It's quite silly, really, but Jose visibly melts under the attention of the motion so he'll count it as a win.

Satisfied that his friend is in better spirits, Donald moves back- oh phooey.

[fritz-federleicht]

The goat/ Paul Gray x reader

Summary: you would rather spend the break with a goat than your boyfriend

Words: 736

FLUFF

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"WE ALL GOT LEFT BEHIND, WE LET IT ALL SLIP AWAY!" Corey yells his lyrics into the camera.

"Thank you guys. Take a short break first. We'll be back in half an hour." Calls the director.

The guys put down their instruments and take off their masks.

Shawn turns to his friends and says: "So far, it's going pretty well." The boys separate and walk off in different directions, some in pairs, some alone.

You get up from the black chair that says GRAY in white. There are goats in this music video. You've been watching them all along. One goat in particular has taken your fancy. It looks like all the others, brown, but it kept running up to you and sniffing your leg.

You are so fixated on finally being able to pet this goat that you just walk straight past your boyfriend and leave him behind, confused.

"Um Y/N, where are you going?" Paul asks you with an amused tone. You turn around just before you reach the goat. "Petting the goat."

"Wouldn't you rather spend some time with your boyfriend who is on break now? Or would you rather spend time with the goat that's always on break?"

You contort your face. "The goat is not always off." You feel something wet on your leg. "Besides, I always have you. I only see Joe today."

You stroke the goat over her brown head. His head jumps up and he tries to lick your hand. In the hope that he finds something to eat there.

"Y/N...did you name the goat?" Paul puts his head slightly to the side and looks at you questioningly.

"Yes, Joe is such a dear," you bend down and stroke Joe's head once again, especially affectionately. "and sweet goat. Can we take him with us?"

You make a pout and puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

Paul looks at you. He is about to say "No" when you interrupt him. "Then I can spend the break with you, too." You bat your eyelashes and walk towards him. You stop in front of him and look at him questioningly.

Paul is wondering if he should pick up a goat so he can spend the break with you now or if he should join his bandmates.

You stand on your tiptoes and stretch as far as you can so you can wrap your arms around his neck. Paul puts his hands on your hips. Your mouth is inches from his.

"Babe, break's almost over and I want to spend a little more time with Joe. You can still think about it." You say, leaning in toward him. Paul makes a kissy mouth.

He waits for your lips to meet his, but instead feels them on the tip of his nose.

You release your arms from his neck and turn around. "Honey!" Paul whines.

"Yes?" You turn to him.

Paul is standing there all lost in his red Slipknot jumpsuit. His mask in his hand.

"I know you'd rather spend time with your new friend." He gives the goat an arrogant look. "But you can't just tease me like that. Do I get a kiss after all?"

You smile and approach him. "For you babe, I'll do it with pleasure. If you ask me so nicely."

This time Paul puts his arms around you and pulls you close to him. He bends down to you. He whispers: "Thank you, doll." And kisses you passionately. As he does so, you swing back and forth slightly. Your hands rest on his chest.

You slowly detach yourself from him and lower your head. Your hands move up his chest and to his collar. You take your time as you straighten it and don't look him in the eye.

"Paul, I know you're stalling for time so you can be with me longer, but I want to spend some time with Joe now. Before he has to shoot again." You look at him again.

Paul nods. "All right, sweetheart. See you soon." He gives you one last kiss and turns around.

You turn too and head off to Joe. Your new friend.

[mothlover69]

Soap - a Buggy x Jinx fic

CW for nudity and Buggy being a pervert but it's 100% fluff, I promise. I'm just forcing him to take a bath. Be less stinky, clown >:]

"When was the last time you washed your hair?"

Buggy didn't answer, but he didn't have to. Based on how his blue locks were stiff and crusty with dirt and salt, it had clearly been a while.

"Let me do it," I offered, gently playing with end the of a pigtail that spilled over his pirate hat.

He shook his head. "A captain has more important things to do then-"

"I'm not asking, Bugs," I interrupted.

He pressed his painted lips together, and I wondered when he last washed his face. Or any part of him, for that matter. Ew.

Well, if he was going to be stubborn about it, I'd just have to make the whole thing look... enticing.

"How about this," I leaned in, ghosting my lips over the shell of his ear, giggling when he tried to suppress a shiver. "We can bathe together." I pitched my voice low, weaving promises I would not be keeping between the words.

Buggy let out a shaky breath before standing and throwing his hands in the air. "Fine! Let's get it over with!" He marched off in the direction of his private bathroom. Dramatic as always. I rolled my eyes before following him.

The bathroom was small, but still pretty sizeable considering it was on a pirate ship. There was a tub, big enough for two, that Buggy was already filling with warm water. I gathered supplies, soaps, shampoos, and a lot of conditioner, placing it all in easy reach of the tub.

The moment I was done, I slipped my shirt off. Buggy's eyes snapped to me, his gaze roving over my exposed skin. I tried not to blush, failed, and then sauntered over him, trying to keep up an air of confidence. A wide grin stretched over Buggy's face.

"Take that off," I instructed before he could say a word, pushing his coat down off of his shoulders. He let it fall to the floor along with his hat and I grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and off of him. I took a moment to admire his lean but well muscled chest, the light scattering of blue hair trailing down his stomach and disappearing into-

I unbuttoned his pants and Buggy swallowed. Smirking, I tugged them down, and he stepped away to kick his boots off before finishing the job, leaving him fully exposed.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

"Your turn," he said, unbuckling my belt. I snickered and stepped away from his eager fingers, undoing my boots. The moment I slipped them off, Buggy detached his hands and grabbed my waistband, tugging down my pants impatiently. He placed his disembodied hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him.

I laughed again, smiling up at him as he pulled us flush together, his hands snapping back in place on his wrists. I placed one hand on his cheek, running my thumb over it lovingly. He in turn ran one calloused palm over my hip before grabbing my ass, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Buggy," I rolled my eyes. "You're not getting any of that until you get in that tub."

He pouted, squeezing my ass cheek. "Aw, c'mon, doll-"

I stepped out of his grasp and into the tub, nearly letting out a groan at how good the steaming water felt against my skin. I sat, making sure I was comfortable, before gesturing for him to join me.

He did, but not without sending one of his hands my way, cupping my jaw and running his thumb along my bottom lip. He sank into the water, settling between my legs, his back to my chest.

I took his floating hand and kissed his knuckles before tossing it his way. He giggled as it rejoined the rest of him.

First things first. I gently tilted his head back so I could access his face. Immediately, he started making exaggerated kissy noises at me. I let out an amused sigh and kissed his nose and then his mouth before grabbing soap and a washcloth.

"Close your eyes," I said softly. He obeyed, allowing me to use the soapy cloth to gently scrub his old make up away. He was so heart breakingly handsome.

I felt lucky that I was the only one who saw him like this, bare faced and vulnerable. In fact, I was sure this was the main reason he didn't clean up as often as he should; he didn't want to wipe his mask away.

I tossed the cloth aside once I was finished and he blinked open his eyes. My heart squeezed in my chest as his gaze found mine. Slowly, I pushed him upright, using the pretense of needing to wash his hair as an excuse to hide from his searching eyes, at least for now.

I grabbed a cup and used it to pour water over his head, saturating his cerulean hair while carefully avoiding his eyes. He made a disconcerted noise and I gave his shoulder a kiss.

Next, I took a bottle of conditioner. Vanilla scented, the label read. I squeezed a generous amount onto the top of his head before I began to massage it into his long hair.

Buggy hummed, content. His body relaxed under my touch, and my heart swelled. To think that he felt safe enough with me to let his guard down like this...

I rinsed his hair thoroughly, making sure to get rid of any remaining product, and then I reached for the shampoo. I used quite a bit, rubbing it into his hair, and scratched at his scalp with my short nails. He let out a sigh, his breathing beginning to slow more and more.

Another rinse, and then repeat. Another round of conditioner, this time really focusing on the ends of his hair, and then shampoo, making absolutely sure his hair was clean. There was a hugely noticeable difference compared to what I'd been working with before.

I kissed his shoulder again before grabbing a sponge and some more soap. I draped his long hair over his shoulder so his back was free for me to scrub. I made sure to be gentle but still firm, washing away god knows how long of life at sea.

Once finished, I passed the sudsy sponge to him and he wordlessly began washing the rest of himself. I couldn't help but to run my hands up his back as he worked, trailing kisses over the freshly cleaned skin.

After a bit, he dropped the sponge outside of the tub and turned, his usual grin on his make up free face.

"Your turn!" he announced. He leaned over me, his chest in my face, as he reached for the shampoo and conditioner. I placed a kiss below his collarbone, my hands ghosting over his waist.

He leaned back and gestured for me to turn. I did as he wished, positioning myself so my back was to his chest, exactly how he was minutes earlier. Immediately, he poured water over me, wetting down my short hair, before beginning to lather it with conditioner. God, but his hands in my hair felt nice. I closed my eyes, content to sit there and let him take care of me.

His movements were soft, gentle, his hands steady. If I was a cat and not a coyote, I'd be purring.

Soon enough, he was done. He moved on to the shampoo, taking his time to make sure he was thorough. He gave it a rinse and then began scrubbing my back, just as I'd done for him. And then he passed me the sponge, and I finished the job, making sure I was completely clean. His hands settled on my waist and he placed a kiss on top of my head. Once I was done, I tossed the sponge and then leaned against him, tilting my head back so I could smile up at him.

Buggy grinned wider and planted a kiss on my mouth, his lips soft and warm. I sighed happily.

"See, that wasn't so bad," I said, and he hummed in agreement.

We stayed like that for a moment before he inevitably shattered the silence. "Urgh, the water's getting cold!" He complained loudly.

I laughed, as I always do around him, and then stood, stepping out of the tub and offering him a hand. He took it and let me pull him to his feet. He left the tub and then pulled me to him, curving his arms around me as he kissed me. I smiled against his lips.

"Buggy..." I sighed out his name and he tightened his hold on me. I indulged him for a few moments more before pulling away, resting my hands on his shoulders. "We should get dressed."

He grunted. "No we shouldn't."

"Buggy!" I laughed again even as I tried to scold him. "C'mon, isn't it almost dinner? Aren't you getting hungry?"

He muttered something unintelligible, digging his fingers into my skin briefly before letting out a sharp breath and stepping away. I grabbed a couple of fluffy towels, tossed him one, and watched appreciatively as he used it to ring his long, wet hair out. We began pulling on our clothes, Buggy grumbling the whole time. I had to shake my head at him, affection stirring in my chest.

"Hey," I took his gloved hand, lightly kissing his fingers. "I love you."

He stopped, staring at me, his cheeks slowly turning red. This was not the first time we'd said those words, but he always seemed taken aback, especially when I said it first. Cute. "L- love you, too."

He shook his head then, before grabbing a bag of make up and grease paint and marching to the mirror hanging on the wall. I sat on the edge of the tub, watching as he carefully smeared colours over his face, his mask slipping back into place. He stuck out his tongue as he concentrated. How could a notorious pirate captain be so damn cute?

Soon enough, he was done and turning back to face me. As much as I loved and appreciated getting to be the one to see him bare faced, I also adored his clown make up. It was a part of him, a part that revealed more about him to me than I'm sure he realized.

He crossed the room and pulled me to him again, placing a kiss on my forehead with a loud "mwah!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his nose in return.

"Alright, treasure, let's see if those morons have burned down my ship yet."

I snickered. "Maybe Richie is playing at being captain again."

Buggy groaned and rolled his eyes. "Now I'm even more nervous." He dropped our embrace, opting to reach for my hand instead, and pulled me out the bathroom door.

His hand was so warm interlocked with mine. I never wanted to let him go.

[royaletiquette]

9 - --to shut them up. (Hibi and Gabs 👀)

kissy kissy!! | @distopea

Gabriele was likely forced to join Hibiko tonight against both their better wishes. She was the type of woman to want to keep conversation with just about anyone who would let her, and her sour mood that evening gave enough of a clue to not test that theory. "I found out today that speech about the budget Rhodri had to make in August, that he was horribly unprepared for, was because he found out a bunch of money was missing." She held the mostly empty glass as she leaned back in the private booth, crossing a leg as she looked at Gabriele. "August," Hibiko repeated, just in case he missed that key factor. "And I only found out today?"

The bar was reserved and quiet enough. If it wasn't for her lack of a confidant and desire to find it in just about anyone she hoped to never see again, then it might have been a relaxing night out. Though just because there wasn't a spotlight on them, didn't mean no one could hear them. With a couple drinks already in her and Hibiko's only desire being to vent freely whatever pair of ears she could take, she may as well believed they were the only ones in the room.

"I just don't understand his train of thought -- I do, but I'm insulted by it. After all these years, he's going to panic and suddenly think I'm nothing better than those ladies of the court, sharing his secrets? I've never done so in the past, but suddenly he's, what, too scared to tell me something's wrong?"

'Madam.' There was a brief pause in the conversation, if it could be called that, while Hibiko took a final sip of the mixed drink. Gabriele tried to fill it with a request to lower her voice.

She continued with the same passion, but make no mistake, she heard him just fine. "One time I mentioned to the girls I was thinking of wearing something white and the next week it was twisted into everyone saying I'm against the labour movement. If I can't trust them with fucking fashion advice, why the hell would I mention to them that his personal accountant was trying to pocket extra change?"

'Hibiko.' More stern this time, quiet and direct, but it was talked over - she was in the middle of a thought, after all.

"Who else do I talk to that he thinks I'm going to tell, his mother? Edo? You know it's harder to cover up who you really are when you're surprised and stressed out and it's shit like this sometimes that makes me feel like he doesn't honestly know who I am!" Gabriele may have seen only a couple of options to stop her from getting any closer to blabbing out the King's secrets to wandering ears. A threatening hand to cover her mouth would do the trick, but leave too much room to cause a commotion. Which is exactly what she would do with that kind of warning, causing a scene that would easily make it into the papers come morning. Then they would both be in trouble.

Instead, her ranting and whining earned a kiss, which was definitely the correct option and they knew worked in the past. A chaste gesture that forced her to shut her mouth, at least for now, in a much gentler way, giving a second of hypothetical calm to the Queen's overactive mind.

Perhaps to Hibiko it felt more like he couldn't contain his sympathy for the pitty party she was having by herself, or perhaps the giggle trying to escape her throat between the kisses she leaned into was saying this was exactly what she wanted. The Queen seemed to use it as an excuse to test how she liked to kiss Gabriele. What position her head felt most comfortable, if her lips were firm and hungry against his, or delicate and shy.

A tongue attempted to find its way into Gabriele's mouth when he pulled away. His eyes may have been less firey, but Hibiko was studying his lips as he tried to again scold her for daring to be so loud about the Queen and King's private affairs. She watched her bodyguard, taking none of it in, but admiring the bits of stubble that showed the end of a hard day's work.

His eyes slightly moved away from her, needing to catch if anyone saw or was trying to identify them. This only forced Hibiko's hand for a finger to try and turn his jaw back to her. "I don't think I've learned my lesson, kiss me again." Quietly ordering Gabriele as an arm snaked up his body and around his neck. Her entire focus had shifted to keeping his attention, like if given the freedom, she would crawl right into his lap, wearing her sorrow like it was a free pass.

Seeing this final moment to escape her grasp, and likely after a quick mental deliberation, Gabriele got up from their table and escorted her back to the car. A pathetic "no" left the woman as there wasn't much room left for debate. What the hell she expected out of the situation she created was anyone's guess, but part of her hoped being dragged out like a wet kitten would lead to more scolding in the car she could play off of.

Though even she knew that was far from likely.

[laurathegreatest]

Story 💙🌊🩷

"he's jealous"

-Jon, come here. -Thomas grabbed Jhon by his arm and pulled him closer. He even had the audacity to place his arm acros Jon's shoulders.

Rex felt obviously jealous, since he had never been so close to Jhon as Thomas was at the moment.

-What?- Jhon asked without minding Thomas at all.

Thomas gave Rex a quick smirk and started rambling to Jhon about how he was now a part of their group of friends, and had to promise to do x, and that they'd had fun because they would go to y, and yada, yada, yada...

He still wasn't letting go of Jhon. And even though Rex knew that it was harmless, that neither Thomas nor Jhon had any romantic feelings for each other, he still felt frustrated about the situation.

Thomas was such a good flirt, touching people and giving them attention, creating closeness between them in a flash, and without making the other person uncomfortale in any way...

He knew he was good and that smirk was a "you wish you could do this, huh". In Rex's face. Ah, he wanted to punch that fucker.

-Okay, dude. -Jon finally pushed Thomas away. - Feel free to call me whenever you want, I am always up for anything.

He was already moving his body towards te other direction of the way. He was obviously eager to go home, but he was still friendly and polite. None of them knew if hi offer was genuine, and Rex was afraid everything was gonna fall apart and this chance of getting closer to Jon was going to fade away.

-Your contacts! - he exclaimed abrupetdly. Jon looked surprised for half a second, but then he smiled as always. -give me your whatsapp and I will add you to a group so we can all hung out.

- ah, alright.

And just like that, he got his number....

🌊

"it is impossible for him to like someone like me."

-now you, John. -Thomas waz absolutely wrecked already, and Rex knew that meant troble. That is why, when the group suggested to have a drinking party, he made sure to stay more sobber than anybody. By that time, even his little sister knew about his crush on John, and that only meant the group was gonna have fun with them tonight.

-me?? -John smirked. Oh, he could stare at him all night. Since Rex stopped worrying and accepted his feelings, he enjoyed whatching every second of John.

Out of respect, he didn't let his mind wander to anything sexual, but he enjoyed finding the guy beatiful, handsome, and amazing. He loved his way of talking, thinking, behaving, and just being...

Thomas scoffed. - Who do you like?

- don't make me those kinds of questions, you know I have nothing for you, dude! - John laughed, and grabbed his glass. - i hate these drinking games. -he had a sip of his vozka with apple juice. Even he was already drunk. His playful smile gave him away. Rex just thought he looked sexy with his confident aura.

- what? Are you a virgin? -Thomas found his own joke so funny, he ended up tussing and taking another sip of vozka to cure up the burning sensation. He was havin fun!

- right, laugh all you want, Thom. Not everybody is a horny slut like you.

- hey, don't call me slut! - he smiled back at John. - unless you mean something by that - he winked

- you're straighter than Jesus Christ, Thom. Don't make suggestions you can't keep up with!

Everybody in the room laughed. By that time, the three Ms and the rest of the group had turned their attention back to the table, and everybody was reunited.

- but I would appreciate a kiss from a guy, if it were from you, my little gummy bear. -Thomas extended his arms and made cringy "kissy" sounds with his lips.

-you couldn't handle a kiss from me, and you know it.

Melanie slapped away Thoma's hand and directed her body towards Jhon. By then all the attention was over her. They knew, she was gonna ask the hot questions to the new guy in the group. And not in a playful manner, like thomas.

The little room filled rapoidly of a diferent mood, and Rex felt his cheecks blush, as he anticipated Melanie's questions. Ugh, why was he such an open book to his friends?

- so, you like anybody?

- do you? - that comeback came faster than sound, and Melanie could just smile proud. John was showing to be witter than they thought.

- i'll say it if you do.

- you're the one who asked, Melanie. You should do the honors.

- okay, but you must say it, if I do. - John nodded and Melanie smiled like a winner. - I love my girlfriend Minni.

John's reaction was impeccable. All the group started laughing. His side eye was enormojs as he pretended to be mad at Melanie. - that's playing dirty.

- Quit complaining, new guy. It's your turn.

- I..

"does he like anyone? Maybe...?" Rex's heart was filling up with hope at seeing Johns face get more shy as the seconds passed. His expectating heart was as loud as it ever was.

- i don't have anybody like that right now. - his awkward but firm smile was back on. And it meant he wasn't gonna let himself slip up anymore. Rex's hope was stopped right away.

- you sure? You had us in the first few secconds... You sure you don't have a crush, not even someone your time near you?

- you watch too many romecomes, Melanie. Even if I liked somebody, even if I found someone who was perfectly my time of guy, I don't think they'd like me. That's why I don't care anymore.

- hey, don't be pessimistic. You're a great guy.

- you don't know me, Melanie. It's impossible for me to get a boyfriend. Nobody would ever like me. Sorry. But it's true. You're all much better than me and I understad how your partners can love you, but it is impossible for me. As I am now, I am not good enough for anyone. And that's okay. I am fine, I know I won't stay like this forever. And even if I do, If I have given my best, it's okay if I never find a boyfriend. It will be alright.

He just trauma-dumped the party. Oh, the awkward mood was thiiiick. Even Melanie didn't know what to say.

- come on, dude. You're bringing the mood down! Get over your high school dramas and let's play a ga-

- what if someone said they liked you?

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi!! I love love love ur stories! And just wanted to ask if u can do a lifeguard billy x reader one shot? Like he’s all touchy and kissy with her even tho he’s at work and maybe a bit steamy? And he makes sure she knows that he only had eyes for her and doesn’t give a shit about the others (moms in particular lmao) <33

Yes I love this!

Pouting is an understatement when it comes to describing how I look.

I mean sure, my lip is jutted out pathetically, a longing glance in my gaze and my shoulders are hunched over in frustration as I bake under the hot sun. My eyes watch closely as my boyfriend hops off of his chair, sending a wink to the moms who are scattered along the far end of the pool. They watch him nonstop, even though they're well aware that he's the same age as their children and that he's taken.

They have zero shame.

But neither does Billy and, boy oh boy, does he love the attention.

Somewhere along the gruesome shift of ours, Billy started to pick up on the little glances that I would throw towards the moms, urging them to stop ogling at my boyfriend and to keep it in their pants. I think it amused him enough because Heather is approaching me now, an annoyed look on her face as she waves me down.

"Billy needs you, told me to tell you to go on break now." She huffs, her gum smacking loudly as I roll my eyes, stepping down from the chair, cursing under my breath as Heather bumps me with her shoulder. I barely give her a look as I make my way around the pool, rubbing my eyes tiredly as I weave in and out of groups of small children.

By the time I make it into the break room, Billy's already hitting with his legs kicked up on the table, a bowl of dry cereal in his hands. He munches quietly, his brows raised teasingly at me as I shut the door behind me, giving Billy a tilted look.

"You're feisty today." He chirps, pulling an annoyed groan out of me as I step up to the table, sitting down beside him silently. "What a drama queen- c'mon, tell me what's wrong." He offers kindly, his bangs falling in his face as he pops another handful of cereal into his mouth.

"You're leading the moms on." I huff, folding my arms over my chest defensively and Billy scoffs with an eye roll.

"Oh you're worried about them getting hurt?" He asks, setting his cereal down to lean towards me, his eyes glimmering with disbelief.

"Yeah, especially when their noses accidentally collide with my fist." I mumble, barely loud enough for him to hear but he does and immediately laughs, reaching out to take my hands in his, pulling me down onto his lap.

"Wow!" He grins, looking up at me as his brows pull together tauntingly. "Jealous?" He asks with a shit eating grin, knowing full well that I'm beyond jealous and upset that the moms don't respect me or our relationship. He knows how much it bothers me that they so blatantly disrespect me and treat me like I'm a child when they treat him as if he's a piece of meat. The fact that he knows that and still has the balls to ask me if I'm jealous or not pisses me off even more.

"No." I grit, ignoring his wandering hands that are traveling down towards my ass, fingers slipping under the material of my swimsuit to grip my ass. He grins wolfishly, leaning up to capture my lips in a brief kiss.

"You're full of shit- you're jealous." He whispers against my lips, pulling me flush against him with a low groan. "Wanna skip the rest of the day? Take me away from all the evil moms-"

"Oh my god! Shut up!" I huff with a grin, hating his teasing but loving the sudden he's attention he's directed at me- finally- his hands and his eyes wandering along the expanse of my exposed skin. My lip tucks between my teeth as I look down at him, my hands reaching up to cup his cheeks, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip.

"But if I shut up, you won't get the chance to hear me explain how much I don't want to fuck those moms and how much I want to fuck you until you're screaming."

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[yandere--stuck]

I liked your idea of how RV cookie got infatuated with the reader and I want to add my thoughts to it: animals act around the reader like they're a fking Disney princess, gather around them and ask for head scratches and other shit,,,, So one day one of the RV's cakehounds wanders a little to far during the walk and once RV finds it he sees how his pet rubs it's head against reader and follows around 'em and the reader is like "you're super cute, but I'm not your mama :( I can't take you with me, your owner is probably worried about where you are, so go! C'mon, leave!"

YESSSSSS THATS SO CUTE!!!

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Red Velvet Cookie can't believe he let Chiffon wander off so far! If anything happened to the Cake, he'd... he'd...! Oh, he didn't know what he'd do! He can't imagine life without his precious Cakehound! He couldn't bare the thought of Chiffon being hurt.

He searches through the thickets of the woods, calling out for Chiffon and making kissy-noises to call the cakehound to his side, only to stop dead. His eyes were wide and his body completely froze.

He had found Chiffon, but the Cake was not alone - it had found you. One of the cookies building a kingdom, keen on stopping Dark Enchantress Cookie's plans. The ones who destroyed his cakes without mercy. Even still, Red Velvet Cookie couldn't find it in himself to move, completely still in shock and horror.

He watched as Chiffon excitedly bumped against you, barking to get your attention. Red Velvet braced for the worst... Only for you to push the Cake away, scolding him.

"Go on, shoo! You're not supposed to be here! If my friends see you, you'll get hurt. Now go on, go away!" Your voice was soft but stern, and you pushed him gently away, petting him a bit even as you did.

Shielded from your view by a tree, Red Velvet Cookie called for his pet once more - this time, finally getting Chiffon's attention. The Cakehound's strawberry ears perked up, turning away from you before dashing off into the forest. You watched the Cake go for a moment, before turning to catch up with your friends.

Relief washed over Red Velvet Cookie as he knelt down to pull Chiffon into a hug. Oh, thank goodness he was safe! Thank goodness that... That you were there. You had been so kind to his dear Chiffon. At least, far more kind and merciful than any other Cookie would have been.

Red Velvet Cookie let the Cakehound nestle into his arms, picking him up. Before he moved to return home, he gave one last glance in your direction.

... He wondered, if Dark Enchantress Cookie would mind him taking in a new recruit? Even if you weren't willing at first, it was already clear to him that you'd come around in time. Dark Enchantress Cookie would make this world fit for everyone. You didn't deserve to be with the heartless Cookies who so readily crumbled his Cakes. You could have a place by his side, with Chiffon, and make this world a better place...

A smile bloomed on his face. As he walked off, he cooed to Chiffon, asking the hound if he liked the idea of having another parent soon.

[the-possum-writes]

More Fern x Reader? Really adorable stuff! Maybe even Fern as the Green Knight? Im sorry if its a lot to ask 👉👈

General Green Knight Headcannons

Character: Fern

Tags: Fluff, Gn!reader

[Masterlist]

Ngl he's an insufferable jerk (affectionate) when he gets his Green Knight armor/look. The bonus height and strength does numbers to his ego.

The first time you saw him at Finn's bday party he started flirting at you, probably saying shit like. "Hey there cutie, what's someone like you doing at a place like this?" you were still mourning Fern at this point so you'd respectfully reply with. "Fluff off spike face." the knight's laughter echoes inside his helmet. "Still got that spunk I see."

During the contests the knight would flex and direct kissy noises at you, automatically rolling your eyes at the display.

The rivalry and threats of war between Gumbald and Pb doesn't stop you from chasing after him, trying to get answers about his whereabouts. "You didn't tell me-!" you shout. "Partners tell eachother when they come back from the dead!" you'd punch him numerous times in the chest but it doesn't do anything to him, on the contrary it only hurts your hands due to the spikes. He's silent when he grabs your wrists, carefully cradling your hands in his before lowering the visor on his helmet and mumbles a sincere. "Sorry."

It's kind of hard to keep the relationship/or friendship rolling like it once did, because you know he's the same Fern you've grown to love but he's also like a new person to you.

Helps you with cooking by slicing meat and veggies in record time. Though you'd constantly have to scold him to use the cutting board instead of throwing it in the air and slicing it with his sword.

When you want to visit him you have to go through many security check ups to access Gumbaldia, Fern takes advantage of this by doing extensive body checks like an airport. "If you wanted to grope me you could've asked." you grumble during the whole process, perking up his attention. "Can i~?" he asks. "Nope."

He lowers the spikes on his armor so you can ride his shoulders.

The rough edges on his armor makes it uncomfortable to cuddle, you refuse to cuddle unless you wrap him in bubble wrap.

Speaking of which. If you two are living together/or you invite him to your place Fern purposely stores away groceries and cups in the high shelves, so whenever you can't reach something he expectedly pokes his head from the corner with a smug tone like. "Oh what's that? you want me to reach it for you shorty~?"

The only reason you tolerate it is because sometimes he forgets his current height and smacks his forehead against door frames in your house. It's hilarious.

Yeah the grass axe is cool and all but nothing beats using his vine arm as a jump rope. When asked about it he'd give you a weird look like "Using my arm as a jump rope? What are you a fourth grader?" before you eventually convince him.

You're aware of how strong and resistant he is, and Fern knows it too. That's why, during boring days, you find unconventional activities to take advantage of Fern's durability for your own entertainment (also to knock him down his high horse occasionally), easily convincing him if you say "I double dog dare you". Or butter him up like. "Wow you're so much stronger than Finn now, I bet you can do this thing he can't do~"

It's only noticeable when he goes to gumbald for a check up or repairments."Dear gum, were you struck by a giant hammer or something? How did you dent the helmet this badly?" Uncle Gumbald asks as he attempts to fix the problem, upset that one of his creations is damaged. Fern would look away with a stubborn pout. "...I was trying to break a boulder with a headbutt." he mutters.

As much as Fern likes his new armor he likes you even more, agreeing to the bubble wrap during cuddle sessions, the absurd dares just to hear you laugh even if it costs him a scolding from Gumbald.

[helloalycia]

the weird archer [three] // kate bishop

summary: when someone else asks you out, Kate knows it's now or never with telling you how she feels.

warning/s: none.

author's note: this is the final part, i hope you all liked it! kate is such a cute character to write aha

one / two / masterlist / wattpad

YOUR POV

When your friends keep teasing you about somebody liking you, it's quite easy to dismiss it as them taking the piss and simply wanting to annoy you. Especially when the person they think likes you isn't someone you like in a romantic way.

But maybe I should've really paid attention when Yelena and Y/BF/N used to make kissy faces at me whenever Jamal used to talk to me. I was convinced they were just seeing things, wanting to bug me, because Jamal was just somebody in my class. A friend at most and nothing more.

And because I didn't suspect he liked me, nor did I like him in that way, I missed when he actually tried to ask me out. Kind of like I missed the obvious of when he always used to flirt with me.

I was in the library editing some photos when he bumped into me and struck up a conversation. Again, it was nice having someone to chat to about my work, gauge a second opinion, bitch about class with. I didn't think much of it.

"So... you got any plans tonight?" he asked when the conversation fell silent momentarily.

I shrugged mindlessly, editing on the computer at the same time. "Not really."

He straightened up in his seat as he asked, "Well, d'you wanna, maybe, go out for dinner or something? There's a new Chinese restaurant not far from here that we could try."

I considered it, before shaking my head. "Nah, I probably shouldn't. I've got a bunch of ingredients in my fridge that I should probably use." I began to chuckle as I glanced over at him. "I watched one episode of Jamie Oliver and just assumed I could make this prawn pasta dish. Now I've actually gotta do it. Stupid, right?"

He bit his lip, humming softly.

"Damn, a Chinese sounds good now, too," I continued, looking back to my screen. "Maybe next time, yeah? Or just tell me how it is if you end up going without me."

So, I wasn't actually aware that he'd been trying to ask me out on a date until two days later when I was hurrying about my dorm, trying to get ready to leave for my volunteering at the care home.

In a rush because I was late and had to get the bus as Yelena couldn't pick me up, I almost walked right over the bouquet of flowers on the floor outside my door. But I didn't, and I picked it up with confusion, wondering who they were for.

Finding a card poking out the middle, I quickly pulled it out, aware of the time, and started to read it

I probably should have made it clearer when I asked, that's my fault, sorry. But I would love if you would do me the honour of accompanying me on a romantic dinner date, Y/N. If you're interested, of course. — Jamal

My eyes widened as I read the card twice to make sure I hadn't spaced out and imagined it. But it was real, and he'd really got me flowers and asked me out, and I was really beginning to panic because how the hell had I missed this?!

"This... this isn't happening...," I mumbled under my breath, looking between the flowers and the card before checking my watch and seeing the time. "Shit, I'm gonna be late."

Knowing I couldn't waste another second, I left the flowers and card in my dorm before leaving for the care home. All I could think about was what I was going to do though, and I felt stupid as I went over every interaction between Jamal and I, realising how he'd shown interest but I was too blind to notice.

When I reached the care home, I found Yelena and Kate in the staff room chatting. As soon as they spotted me, they smiled and waved in my direction, but I was still panicking internally.

"You were right," I said as soon as I stopped by their side, hand drumming on my thigh nervously.

They exchanged looks before Yelena quirked a brow and asked, "What?"

I frowned guiltily. "Jamal. He asked me out."

Kate suddenly choked on her coffee as she was mid-sip, making both Yelena and I look her way.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked with raised eyebrows before clearing her throat.

I whined quietly. "I didn't know. We were at the library together a few days ago and he asked me out. But like, it wasn't obvious, y'know?"

Yelena was smirking with amusement. "Well, what did he say?"

"He asked if I wanted to get dinner with him."

Yelena's laughter caught the attention of everyone in the room, but they quickly resumed with their conversations, leaving me to flush with embarrassment.

"That's so obvious, you idiot!" she said between laughter.

I shook my head. "It wasn't at the time. So, I kind of shut him down without realising. But then he bought me flowers."

"Oh my God, this keeps getting better," Yelena interrupted with a grin. Meanwhile Kate was clutching her mug tightly, eyes flickering between Yelena and me with an intensity I couldn't pinpoint.

"He bought me flowers and left them at my door with a card," I continued to explain to both of them, the guilt oozing off every word. "He asked me out properly. And he's waiting for an answer."

Yelena laughed all over again, throwing her head back as tears came to her eyes.

"Yelena!" I whined like a child, but she ignored me. "I need help!"

Kate shook her head, ignoring Yelena. She looked less amused as she asked, "Did you reply to him?"

I met her gaze, shaking my head. "Not yet. I was running late and came straight here."

"Whew," Yelena said, wiping a tear from her eye as her laughter ceased, turning into a smile. "That was hilarious... what are you going to do?"

I gave her a knowing look. "C'mon, Yelena. You know I don't like him like that! And now I'm the arsehole, aren't I? Did I lead him on?" My eyes widened as I looked away with realisation. "Oh, no, I led him on. And I'm gonna have to tell him I don't like him. Oh, God..."

Yelena chuckled, not even bothering to give me advice like I'd wanted. And Kate wasn't any better, with her quiet, surprised stare that looked at me but not quite at me. Neither of them were helping my situation, and when our manager came in, ushering us to help out like we were supposed to, my query was left hanging in the air.

Kate and I were on cleanup duty where the board games were, attempting to match the pieces to the right boxes and stack them neatly underneath the windowsill. But I was still unable to change the subject of my issue with Jamal.

"... I understand that I was nice to him, but I'm nice to everyone!" I exclaimed, mouth rambling my thoughts without pausing. "I don't think I flirted... I mean, he asked me for help sometimes and I gave it to him. But that's what friends do! Now it's gonna be weird when I tell him we're just that. And I don't even know how to tell him that."

The millionth groan escaped my lips as I tried to distract myself with work, but I couldn't focus. I glanced over at Kate, hoping she would make me feel better, but a smile was curling on her lips, making me groan yet again.

"No, not you, too!" I complained, making her laugh. "Please don't say 'I told you so'."

Beginning to stack the board games, she shrugged indifferently. "I won't, I promise."

Her smile was still present though, enough to mock me and make me sigh deeply.

"I'll figure it out," I mumbled, before dropping the subject and focusing on the job before me.

Kate hummed. "I'm sure you will, Y/N."

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THIRD PERSON POV

When Y/N was distracted with bringing out lunch on some trays to the residents, Yelena took that as her opportunity to pull Kate aside. Quite literally, she yanked the taller girl away from a conversation, making her yelp with surprise.

"Well, that was rude," Kate said, blinking.

"You'll get over it," Yelena said with squinted eyes, before shaking her head. "Now. We need to talk about you and Y/N."

Kate glanced around nervously, as if expecting Y/N to pop out at any second. "Could you keep your voice down?"

Yelena ignored her and gave her a knowing look. "You need to tell her, Kate. About how you feel. Otherwise it might be too late."

Sighing quietly, Kate nodded and looked down to her shoes. She knew that Yelena would bring it up, especially since Jamal had made a move on Y/N and had a better chance at taking her out than she did.

"I know," Kate agreed disappointedly.

"It's either that or you can keep watching Jamal get her bouquets of flowers until she agrees to go out with him," Yelena continued, feeling like tough love was necessary right now. "And if she doesn't, then somebody else is gonna swoop in, someone who she actually likes, and it'll be too late."

Kate frowned at the thought of seeing her with someone else. "Yelena, I know."

Suddenly, Yelena slapped her on the arm, making her jump. "Then do something about it, idiot!"

Rubbing her arm, Kate complained, "That hurt!"

Yelena rolled her eyes and walked away to get back to work, leaving Kate sulking and also thinking about what the blonde had told her. She knew she had to make a move. But it was a matter of whether she had the guts to or not. And she wasn't so sure she did.

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YOUR POV

"You're supposed to be organising these folders with me," I heard Yelena say from the corner of the room.

"I will, I will," I mumbled distractedly, scrolling through Instagram.

Our manager was making us do some admin work whilst Kate was stuck on washing up duty after lunch, but I wasn't in the mood. Yelena wasn't either, but she also wasn't lazy like me.

"You have ten seconds before I stick that phone up your arse," she said, and I glanced up at her with a quirked brow to see she was deadly serious.

"Okay, one second!" I retorted, about to close the app and put my phone away, but then I got a text from none other than Jamal and accidentally clicked it open. Squealing, I dropped my phone on my lap. "Fuck!"

"Fuck indeed," Yelena agreed with annoyance, before looking to me. "What is it now?"

I looked to her with wide eyes. I'd been trying to forget about the Jamal situation, at least until my volunteering hours were over, but he was making himself quite hard to forget.

"He texted," I said, and she knew who I was talking about instantly. "He texted and I just opened it."

An amused smile was on her lips as she said, "Well, what did he say?"

I made an uneasy humming noise and picked up my phone like it was a grenade about to go off.

"Hey, Y/N," I began reading the text aloud. "I hope your day is going well. I just wanted to see if you got the flowers I left you outside your door? I hope you like them! I just wanted to check that and also maybe find out if you're interested in that date?"

Yelena began to chuckle as I groaned lowly, sinking further into my seat.

"I'm gonna have to tell him now, aren't I?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He'd know I opened the message, so it was now or never.

"It'll be easy," she said with a shrug. "He'll understand. Just be honest."

I clenched my jaw as I nodded, trying to do just that. After giving myself a mini pep talk, I typed out a response.

Hey Jamal! Yeah I got your flowers, sorry I've kept you waiting. I'm actually still volunteering at the care home but saw this message. It was a lovely thought and the flowers are beautiful! I'm honoured that you asked, but I'm so sorry, I don't feel romantically interested in you. I like you as a friend of course, but yeah. I'm so sorry!

Was that too ramble-y? Probably. But letting someone down over text wasn't something I had done before, and I already felt like shit for leading him on. I could only hope he'd take it well.

After a moment, his response came through and I felt my stomach twisting uncomfortably.

It's okay, Y/N, no need to apologise! Thank you for being honest with me. And sorry to interrupt your volunteering. Hope we can still be friends.

"Fuck...," I mumbled guiltily.

"He not taking it well?" Yelena asked as she busied herself with work.

"He's taking it too well," I answered with a frown. "That's the problem."

She smiled, shaking her head, as I sent him another message.

Of course we can. And if you want your flowers back, I can drop them off at your dorm or something.

He didn't reply for another minute, making my anxiety skyrocket. And then:

Don't be silly, they were for you. Keep them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mumbled once more, feeling insanely guilty.

Thanks, Jamal. I'll see you around.

Locking my phone, I put it in my jacket pocket and gave myself a break. Problem kind of solved.

"All fixed?" Yelena asked.

I nodded. "All fixed."

"Great," she said, before nodding to the pile of folders in front of her. "Get to work!"

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It was difficult to stop feeling guilty about letting Jamal down, especially because I knew things would no longer be the same between us. It would be too awkward for us to study together or give each other's opinions on our work, and I would miss it.

I hadn't actually seen him since before he gave me the flowers, so I wasn't sure if he actually hated me or if he was just completely avoiding me altogether.

That was almost a week ago. Today was Y/BF/N and Kate's archery tournament, the first of a series of competitions that would happen over the course of the next month. Because this was the first, a bunch of university teams were here to play on our turf, and for once, I wasn't covering the story for the university's news site, but rather showing my support instead.

Yelena and I were attending together, hoping to cheer our friends on and watch them win with ease because, let's be honest, nobody was a better team than ours.

We were both sat in the stands before the competition had actually started, having found the best seats right at the front before it was my job to keep them whilst Yelena went to get us some snacks. She left after leaving her jacket on her seat, going to get us both some popcorn and drinks, and I looked out ahead to see all the teams warming up and chatting amongst themselves.

"Y/N, hey..."

I looked to my left and tried not appear visibly startled when I saw Jamal approaching me with a nervous smile. So, he wasn't avoiding me.

"Jamal, hello," I greeted with an awkward smile. "How are you?"

"I'm good, yeah," he said, mirroring my awkward smile, before adding, "Sorry. I know this is weird, but I just wanted to say something... Can I?"

He was motioning to the empty seat next to me and I nodded, watching as he let out a relieved breath and sat there.

"I just wanted to apologise if I've made things awkward between us," he said gently, avoiding my eyes. "That was never my intention. I tried my chance with you and you said no, and that's okay. But I just genuinely hope we can remain friends. No hard feelings."

Okay, well if I didn't feel guilty before, I certainly did now. Poor guy was apologising and it wasn't even his fault.

"Of course we can," I said honestly, any overthinking I did before dispersing when he looked to me with relief. "Sorry if I've been standoffish, Jamal. I just– I didn't think– I thought you didn't actually mean what you said over text."

"Hey, it's all good, it was awkward for everyone involved," he joked with a slight chuckle, making me smile. "Hopefully not anymore though."

I nodded in agreement. "Not anymore."

He looked down momentarily before glancing at me with a quirked brow. "Can I ask what it was? Why you said no? Obviously you don't have to answer, but I just thought I'd ask."

Deciding honesty was the best policy, I admitted, "I'm not gonna lie, Jamal, I just never thought about you in a romantic way. I like you, but not like that."

He sighed, nodding in understanding. "Fair enough... well, if you don't like me, is there anyone else that's caught your eye?"

"Er..." I paused, looking ahead as I thought about it. Then my eyes crossed over Kate in the distance. She was talking to some of her teammates, Y/BF/N included, smile on her lips and looking adorable in her uniform. Maybe there was someone that had caught my eye, but I definitely couldn't see it going anywhere. Shaking my head, I looked back to Jamal. "Not particularly, no."

He nodded. "Right, well that's too bad. They would've been very lucky."

I didn't know what to do except smile with embarrassment at his compliment. It was sweet, I could admit that.

"So, you're not photographing the competition this time around?" he asked, changing the subject, and I was glad because it was something I could talk about and feel normal about.

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THIRD PERSON POV

Kate clenched her jaw as she glanced over Y/BF/N's shoulder mid-conversation, spotting Y/N and Jamal talking and smiling about something in the stands. She wasn't supposed to be jealous, especially because she knew Y/N didn't like him, and yet...

"...and you're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" Y/BF/N asked rhetorically, quirking her eyebrow at the blue-eyed girl before her. "What are you even...?"

She followed Kate's line of sight, turning around and spotting Y/N and Jamal sat together in the stands.

"I thought she wasn't interested in him," Y/BF/N said with confusion, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Me, too," Kate mumbled through gritted teeth, gaze so sharp that she was surprised Jamal wasn't combusting into thin air.

Detecting a hint of frustration in Kate's voice, Y/BF/N looked back to hear teammate and studied her expression. The tensed jaw, the narrowed eyes, the clenched fists... Kate was jealous.

Y/BF/N smiled with realisation, finally having put two and two together. How she hadn't noticed that her teammate liked her best friend was beyond her, but now it was like the elephant in the room.

"Good luck, Bishop," Y/BF/N said with amusement, patting her on the shoulder before walking away to prepare for the competition.

Kate assumed she was talking about the competition and ignored her, eyes piercing into the laughing duo in the distance. She couldn't just let whatever that was happen... no, not without doing something about it.

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YOUR POV

Jamal and I were talking about how our portfolios were going when I felt Yelena return to her seat beside me, popcorn and drinks in hand.

"Okay, so I got you a Dr. Pepper, but they didn't have any straws so you're gonna have to make do with– oh."

She stopped talking when she noticed Jamal sat beside me, the two of us watching her.

"Yelena, hi," Jamal said with an awkward smile, before looking to me. "I'm gonna go find my seat. But I'm glad we cleared things up, Y/N."

"Me, too," I said, smiling gratefully. "Catch you later."

He waved goodbye and nodded to Yelena before leaving.

"So, that wasn't totally awkward and uncomfortable?" Yelena asked as she handed me my drink and a packet of gummy bears.

"Not as much as you'd think," I said with a shrug, before looking ahead and seeing that the competition wasn't starting just yet. "Thanks for the snacks. Watch my seat whilst I go to the toilet?"

"I'll be sure to fight off anyone who tries to take it," she said jokingly before filling her mouth with popcorn.

I rolled my eyes playfully before leaving my snacks on my seat and leaving to head inside the gym. As I was attempting to find the toilet, not coming into the gym often enough to know where it was, I heard footsteps behind me before hearing a voice.

"Hey!"

I spun around, surprised to see Kate approaching me. Why she was in here was beyond me, but I smiled anyway.

"I swear I'm not skipping," I joked as she stalked towards me. "I just need to pee."

Not even the slightest bit amused, she stopped before me and stared with irritation.

"I thought you didn't like him," she said sternly, eyes flickering between mine impatiently.

Losing my smile, I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She pressed her lips together with dissatisfaction. "Jamal."

Very confused, I shook my head. "I don't."

She scoffed. "Then what was that earlier? You're sat together? Did you– did you yes to the date or something? Are you going out now, is that it?"

To my further surprise, she didn't look like she was joking, but rather like she was actually upset with the thought of me going on a date with Jamal. And if she didn't look so serious, I would have laughed at that very moment.

"You know, if I'm not mistaken, I'd think you were jealous," I teased, an amused smile on my lips, hoping to lighten the mood.

She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. "I am!"

My smile faded slightly, when I realised what she'd said.

"I like you for God's sake!" she continued, her expression a mixture of frustration and hurt. "I've liked you for almost four years and I'll be damned if I watch Mr Smooth Moves Jamal get you before I get a chance!"

I blinked, taken aback. She liked me? Four years? What?! I mean, I guess that made sense... why she always acted strange around me. Liking me wouldn't have been my first guess, but it made complete sense now. How the hell had I missed that?

"Kate," I finally spoke, feeling the need to reassure her. "I didn't agreed to go on a date with him."

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "But you like him."

I was in awe as I recognised the jealousy oozing from her, the irritated expression she wore, the actual annoyance she was portraying right now. Never would have guessed it, not in a million years, and I was in disbelief.

Stepping closer to her, I watched as she dropped her arms by her side, tenseness dispersing when she saw what I was doing. Her dark eyes followed my every move, like a deer caught in headlights, and I risked raising my hand, resting it on her shoulder. She froze under my touch, but didn't say a word. For someone whose specialty was staying still to shoot an arrow, she was terrible at not trembling.

"I don't like him," I assured her, looking between her eyes.

Any confidence she once had when waltzing up to me was now gone as her eyes met mine. Despite being taller, she was shrinking at the attention and it was funny to me how easily her adrenaline had slipped away and she was left to deal with the repercussions.

"Oh...," she muttered, cheeks turning slightly pink when she realised how much she'd blown this out of proportion.

I took in her expression wholly, admiring the slight crease between her brows, the curve of her nose, the pucker of her lips... she was so stupid, but so beautiful.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked her, lifting my eyes from her lips to meet her gaze once more.

She swallowed visibly, a quiet whine escaping the back of her throat, followed by a lame nod. I assumed that was a yes and suppressed the urge to smile before leaning forward, pressing my lips to hers. My hand rested on the back of her neck as I tugged her closer, and her ponytail tickled my skin as she moved slightly, hands curling around my waist.

If she was awkward and uncomfortable around me before, it didn't show now as she settled into me quite quickly, lips moving against mine like they were always supposed to be there.

Unfortunately for me, we couldn't stay standing there kissing forever, and when we broke apart, we were breathless. I opened my eyes and saw the complete and utter surprise on her face. Her grip loosened on my waist as if she'd realised what she'd just done.

"I like you, too," I told her before she could second guess anything.

She swallowed hard. "Uh-huh..."

I began to smile, trying hard not to laugh at how stunned she was.

"You're cute," I muttered, and she merely blinked in response, cheeks flushing. Letting go of her, I took a small step back and continued, "You should get ready for the competition, Kate. It's gonna start any minute."

She nodded slowly, before asking, "Are you gonna be there? Watching, I mean?"

I eased her nerves with a smile. "Of course. I just gotta pee, remember?"

Her eyes widened slightly as she nodded. "Right, yes, yeah, duh!"

I grinned at her awkwardness – still the weird archer I knew her as – and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "Good luck, Kate. Not that you'll need it."

She cleared her throat as if to respond, but all she could muster was a hum as her eyes met mine. I chuckled, finding her pink cheeks, bright eyes and amazed expression endearing. I nodded to the exit and she zoned back into reality, nodding quickly before leaving.

I found myself fixed with a permanent smile as I headed to the toilet.

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It was no surprise when our university's archery team was announced as the winner of today's competition.

The crowd erupted into applause, everyone jumping out of their seats with excitement and running to celebrate with their friends and family. Yelena and I immediately left to go and find Kate and Y/BF/N to celebrate. I saw Kate instantly, her eyes finding mine in the distance, and waved her over with a smile.

She returned my smile and approached, but she barely made it three steps before tripping over and hurtling straight into me. I stopped her from knocking us both down, laughing at her embarrassed expression.

"Oh my God, sorry!" she squeaked, straightening up and looking at me with wide eyes. "I should've watched my feet or something."

As my laughter ceased, I studied her flushed cheeks – a staple with her now – and realised how much it made sense that she was this clumsy. Still cute nonetheless.

"It's okay," I said with a smile, before squeezing her arm.

"Congratulations!" Yelena shouted excitedly, and I'd almost forgotten she was there until she smacked Kate on the arm supportively. "You nailed it, Kate."

Kate looked to Yelena with a smile. "Thank you. I'm glad you both came."

Yelena waved her hand dismissively, before spotting something over Kate's shoulder. "Ah, there's Y/BF/N. Let me go get her."

Before Kate could reply, Yelena jogged off to get her. I barely had chance to think up what to say next before Kate looked to me and blurted out, "Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow night?"

I tried not to laugh as I quirked a brow. "What?"

She swallowed hard before saying, "A date. With me. Together."

My smile widened. "Kate, I'd love to."

Her tense shoulders relaxed as she breathed out slowly. "Great. I was thinking the arcade."

"Sounds good to me."

"I can meet you there," she said, before her face scrunched up and she shook her head. "Unless you want to be picked up." Looking up, she nodded to herself. "Actually, that makes more sense. It's a date, so why would we meet there? But it's also the first date, so maybe it makes more sense to just meet there. I don't have a car though so we could always get the bus together. But that's a little weird–"

"Kate," I cut her rambling off, suppressing the urge to laugh at how worked up she was getting already. "I'll meet you there. That's perfectly fine."

She nodded, exhaling softly before a smile appeared on her lips. As Yelena returned with Y/BF/N in tow, I mirrored Kate's smile and wondered how I ever could have hated her at one point in my life, or thought she had hated me.

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"Seriously, how are you winning every game we play?"

I laughed at Kate's pout from across the air hockey table, giving her a knowing look. "C'mon, Kate, you may be the athlete but I have my strengths, too."

As she placed the puck on the table, preparing to have her go, she mumbled, "Yeah, but I thought yours was photography, not air hockey. Or skeeball. Or zombie shooters."

My grin was permanently fixed on my face as it had been for the past hour of our date. It was going splendidly so far and I was having a really great time with her. At first, she was a little awkward and still could be sometimes, but she was warming up and it was adorable to see her pout whenever she lost a game, which had been every game we played so far.

"You can choose the next thing we play," I reasoned, as I deflected the puck with my paddle before hitting it hard and scoring a goal. Resisting the urge to celebrate visibly, I bit my lip to contain my smile and added, "Anything you want."

She rolled her eyes playfully, trying to hide the smile from her own lips before pulling the puck out from her goal and setting up her go.

We went back and forth for a while until I eventually won the game. I probably should have let her win at least one thing since this was her idea for a date, but my competitive streak always got the better of me.

"Darts," she decided as we looked around the arcade to see what we could play next. A satisfied grin was on her face as she turned to look at me. "I choose darts."

I groaned playfully as she dragged me over to the electronic dartboard. "That's hardly fair. It's basically archery but smaller."

Her blue eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lighting as she grabbed the darts from the board and put the money in the machine. "You've beat me at literally everything else. Surely I'm allowed one feat?"

I raised my hands in defeat as we took a few steps back. "Okay, okay, go on! Impress me, Bishop."

She nodded satisfactorily before getting into her stance. I leaned against a nearby arcade game as I gave her enough space to line up her shot. My eyes were glued to her as she got ready, a smile on my lips at how cute her focused face was.

As if feeling my gaze on her, her eyes flickered over to me briefly and she lost her focus, visible in the slight tremble of her hand. My smile widened as she looked back to the dart board and eventually took her shot. To my surprise, she missed completely, the dart bouncing off the wall and to the floor.

I began to laugh at her embarrassed expression, watching as she bent over to pick it up.

"That doesn't count," she muttered, shaking her head, and my grin was still present as I realised what had just happened.

"It makes so much sense now," I said aloud, uncrossing my arms and straightening up.

"What?" she asked, trying to appear confident, but the blush on her cheeks said otherwise.

"The clumsiness," I said like it was obvious, tilting my head to admire her. "I make you nervous. How cute."

She scoffed in disagreement. "That is very incorrect, Y/N. In fact, it's quite the opposite. You just happen to catch me whenever I'm–"

I cut her off by pressing a kiss to her warm cheek. She paused, eyes meeting mine, and I smiled at her with adoration.

"It's adorable," I added, appreciating the way the heat travelled up her neck and made her ears go pink.

She cleared her throat as I took a step back, returning to my spot leaning against the machine. My eyes never left hers as she continued to have her go. Of course, as she played and I watched with amusement, she missed every single shot she took. I couldn't stop grinning at the effect I had on her with a simple glance.

Eventually, after losing the game altogether, I was about to suggest we try something else when unfortunately for us, two guys decided to approach us and try their luck.

"You two look like you could use some company," one of them said with a (what I assume was) a flirty smile.

"Just trying to enjoy some darts, fellers," Kate said calmly with a nod.

"Yeah, we saw you playing just before," the other guy said, checking out Kate at the same time and making me roll my eyes. "What d'you say to having a game with us?"

"We're not interested," I told them with a forced smile. "Thanks though."

The first guy stopped in front of us before we could leave, clearly not taking no for an answer. "Hey, c'mon, it's just one game! If we win, we get a date with both of you."

I quirked a brow at his persistence. He really thought he had a shot at landing a date for himself and his friend, didn't he? They probably thought Kate was terrible at this from what they'd seen. Maybe this could work to our advantage...

"And if we win?" I asked curiously.

Confident with my interest, the guy answered, "What do you want?"

I glanced at Kate, who was thankfully already thinking the same thing I was.

"How about all your tickets?" she asked, nodding to the prized tickets sticking out of his back pocket.

The guy nodded. "You got a deal. So. Which one of you ladies is playing me?"

"Kate, you got this?" I asked her, putting an arm around her shoulder.

She nodded and the guy took his place by the darts, grabbing them from the board.

"Now would be a great time to not suck," I mumbled to her jokingly, making her crack a smile.

"Don't look at me and I just might win," she teased back, making me chuckle.

"Name's Joel by the way," the guy said as he handed the darts to Kate so she could go first. An annoying smirk was on his face as he continued, "And my buddy over there is Mark."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I stood next to his 'buddy' Mark and got ready to watch the game.

"I'm Kate," Kate introduced with a fake smile. "And that's my buddy, Y/N."

Before Joel could reply, Kate threw the dart at the board, diving right in and immediately landing it in the centre of the board. I tried not to laugh at the way Joel and Mark's expressions fell.

"Can't wait to spend those tickets," Kate said with a wink, looking to Joel, whose jaw was literally dropped.

For the rest of the game, Kate landed every single dart in the centre of the board, beating Joel by a landslide of points and impressing me at the same time. I knew she was good, but she never failed to make me appreciate her talent every time I witnessed her skills in action.

As promised, Joel and Mark handed over their tickets once the game was over, still a little dumbstruck at how badly they lost.

"Thanks, boys," Kate said with a bright smile, holding all the tickets like an excited kid.

I laughed as they walked away, finally leaving us alone. She looked to me, holding the tickets in the air with a raised brow.

"So, my treat?" she asked, and I felt butterflies in my stomach at the cute smile on her lips.

We went straight to the prize counter at the front of the arcade and spent our tickets on two matching teddy bears, a souvenir from an amazing date.

"This is probably the best date I've ever been on," I admitted, holding my teddy bear with a grin. "Thanks, Kate."

"Well, it's not over yet," she said, before nodding to the diner. "Wanna eat?"

"Hell yeah."

She mirrored my grin and held out her hand, to which I grabbed and intertwined my fingers with hers.

"By the way," I said as we walked to the diner, "it's cute that you liked me all this time. I feel like an idiot for not seeing it sooner."

"Ehhhh, I never really made it obvious," she said with an embarrassed voice, "but I had to get in before Jamal did."

I chuckled, glancing over at her. "Looks like Jamal was good for something after all."

She sighed dramatically. "I guess..."

Laughing, I squeezed her hand and appreciated the smile she sent my way. I leaned in, kissing her cheek, and leaned my head on her shoulder as we walked.

I was certain that this was the best date ever.

[myrapottah]

Christmas gift

Pairing: sub!harry x dom!reader

Summary: you give harry a very special gift for christmas. maybe he will eventually return it ;)

Type: fluff and smut

Warnings: smut, riding, sub/dom dynamics, hair pulling kink, praising, oral (boy receiving), blowjob, hand job, mention of porn videos, harry being a hot sub(ykyky), fluffy harry.

Words: 2.8k

Requested: no / yes

A/n: I want a gift like this irl</3.

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Please read! This fic is 18+ only, and I do not recommend minors interacting with it. All characters implied are of age, all acts are consensual and safe word is in place! Thank you!

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Magical-shaped snowflakes were diving all around the sky, dancing and cheering all over and over again. down, the swarm of white bees created a beautiful, fluffy - and cold - blanket, that covered all the poor grass. The snow was also warming all the houses in the neighbourhood of your simple and nice cottage, the one you got when you married harry.

You were admiring the show the snowflakes made, it was truly amazing. They flew in all directions in a slow pace, flawlessly touching the ground. You liked it, no complains, but even if it was magical, mystic, delightful and dreamlike you still found something that was bothering you about them. they were too, hmm, common. it was an early winter - the snowflake ball started in november. again, you didn't complain, it was great. but you got used to it quickly, almost too quickly. You felt like you had to change something. but not really about the snowflakes. and that was what inspired your christmas gift for harry. a little change.

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You were looking at the window, waiting for your beloved husband to get home. It was christmas eve and he still had to go to work with his normal program, stupid auror work. But atleast he had the next two weeks off, just for you. You were insecure about the present you wanted to give him, but yet excited. You were scared of harry's reaction. What if he didn't like it? What if he considered you odd and weird after that?

Your troughts were cut by a light sound of your front door opening - meaning harry was home. You were waiting for him with his jumper on and some heart shaped pancakes, your hair tangled in a messy bun.

He got in and took off his coat. You got up and approached him with a big and loving grin, hugging him before he could say anything.

'Hello to you too, my love' he said and let out a giggle, hugging you back. You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck, kissing it gently with passion.

'I missed you today' you said between kissies, lighting up his mood and making him beam delightfully.

'I missed you too, darling' he said and pulled out, kissing your nose and earning a childish giggle from you.

'I have a surprise for you' you spoke and handed him one pancake with a smiley face on it. 'Two surprises actually'

He bit a little part of it and then, not too surprised that it's delicious, he ate it all.

'I trought santa comes in the morning' he mumbled, mouth full of food.

'Yeah, but the gifts come in pack with the Christmas eve presents.' you said lightly, taking the pancakes and putting them on the counter.

Before you could turn around, he wrapped his hands around your waist from behind and kept you in place. He started peppering kisses on your collarbone, inhaling your parfume and getting lost in it. You tilted your head back to give him more access which he gladly took. You let out a silent moan, interlocking your fingers with his. You felt his cold wedding ring on his fingers and a bunch of butterflies invaded your tummy.

'I - love - you' he managed to say between slow pecks on your relieved skin. 'You're just the best. how did I get so lucky?'

'Hmm, maybe that messy hair and the big muscles' you answered and you both let out a huffed laugh, making harry flush red.

You turned around and kissed him deeply, one hand on his blushing cheek. He placed his hand on you waist, massaging it up and down. The christmas atmosphere was all around you, and all your insecurities about the present washed off as he let you insert your tounge in his mouth. Apparently he wanted it too. A change, a small insignificant change.

Until then, you've never dominated a kiss. He never let you be in charge, but you liked to be his good girl, so no complains. He let you do it, so he was okay with it. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him even closer, tugging his hair softly. You deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with your unexperienced tounge.

'Why don't we take this upstairs?' you said, pulling out and breathing heavily. He nodded and picked you up in brydal style, earning a gasp from you.

Once you arrived, he put you down and you wasted no time in pushing him into the mattress. You captured his puffy lips in another passionate kiss, massaging his scalp slowly. You were prepared for this. Before he got home, you searched on google how you should dominate your boyfriend - husband in your case. You watched a few videos and you got ready to redo the hottest clip with harry.

You started kissing his jaw with small, wet kisses. You soon discovered his sweet spot, somewhere between the collarbone and his neck. You sucked and licked just how you taught yourself, making him groan in pleasure. You started to unbutton his shirt, teasingly slow. Once his chest was freed, your hands traveled up and down his upper body, pinching his nipples gently. You mumbled 'pretty' in a wispher and harry shivered. Your hands went down his abs, playing with his belt. You soon managed to undo it and, taking off his pants and throwing them in the corner of the room, you palmed his boxers gently. he moaned and groaned again, making you chuckle and get your attention back to his face. You covered his face with sweet kisses, giving him a slow kiss on the lips before going down and freeing his hard cock. He was now fully naked in front of you, just for you. He waited a bit for you to admire his body, then he let out a comfortless huff. You got the sign and started undressing yourself, first the shirt and the pants who took place in the corner of the room, with the other clothes. Then your red bra, who fell on the floor flawlessly. Harry looked at your body which slowly got on top of him again. A wishpered 'you are so beautiful' left his mouth, and you attached your lips to his. Your hands traveled down again, touching gently his needy cock. He let out a whimper when you started tracing his veins without even looking, because you already knew his dick better than anything else in the world. You grabbed it and stroked it softly and teasingly, with your thumb spreading the pre-cum from his tip all over him.

'I need it, y/n/n/n' he whimpered quietly, as you chuckled into the kiss.

'What do you want baby? my pussy?' you asked, stopping your actions and moving your panties aside.

'yes, please' you nodded and put your hand in front of his mouth. He spit, just as you did when he was in charge.

You took the wet hand and started massaging your pussy, along with harry's cock. You got up and placed yourself above it, your dripping cunt slowly welcoming his dick between your folds and deeper. You let out a gasp and a long moan synchronically with the boy and when you sat down completely you waited a bit for your walls to adjust. You clenched hard around him, earning a pathetic cry out of his pretty mouth.

You started bouncing slowly up and down, keeping a slow pace. You got comfortable and, after a few seconds, you found your g-spot. You let out a cry and started curling your hips, desperate for more pleasure. You sped up, and harry let out a satisfied groan while grabbing your hips and holding them tight. You bit your lip, trying to keep in as many moans as you could. Tilting your head back, you felt harry pinching your nipples and you let a pornographic whimper. Happy with your melodic sounds, harry felt his seed approaching.

'I'm c-close' he managed to wispher between groans, tightening his grip on your hip and boob.

'Me t-too, baby. C-Cum to-ahh-gether?' the knot in your stomach was undoing itself slowly. With a loud moan, harry came and, with the feeling of his seed coating your walls, your nipples hardened under his touch and your vision went white. You fell down on harry's chest, feeling his hard breaths in his abdomen. You drew figures on his skin, waiting for him to come down from his high.

'Are you okay?' you wishpered and he nodded, slowly opening his eyes again. You kissed his mouth sweetly and got up again, his dick still resting between your insides.

You pulled out, earning a whimper from harry. His and your cum were dripping from your wet cunt as you fingered yourself to take it all out, now pouring on his cock. he looked at you with big eyes, wondering what you planned to do next.

'You're so fucking hot, did you know that?' he said as your walls clenched on nothing, taking all the seed out.

'Mhmm... You're hotter, baby boy' you got by his side and kissed him again, gesturing him to get up and press his back on the headboard. You found his messy hair, tugging it lightly and pressing it up his forehead, revealing his lighting scar.

Suddenly, you pulled out and put your mouth above his cock, remaining by his right side. You spread all the cum on it with your hand, making harry turn red again. You licked all the liquid from the base of his dick to the tip, not swallowing it but keeping it in your mouth. You got up and kissed him, and with excitement you inserted your tounge in his mouth so he could feel the taste of both of you mixed. You started strocking his dick up and down, looking at nothing but his eyes. He tried to look down at your hand jerking him off, but you were quicker grabbing his chin and tilting it up.

'Nuh-uh. looking is not allowed yet. don't worry, I'll put on a show for you if you'll be my good boy.' you said and kissed his neck, your finger still keeping his head up.

He let out a long moan as you started so speed up, feeling the familiar feeling of a knot tightening in his stomach. Your hand was moving surprisingly well for a girl who did that just two times before. You let out a malefic silent chuckle as you felt his cock twitching in your hand, practically begging to cum. As soon as you saw he was about to explode, you removed your hand and placed it on his abs. He groaned loudly and comfort less, not expecting the edging. You waited a bit for him to relax, then you said proudly:

'Well that's a good boy, taking it all... don't you think you deserve a reward?'. of course you knew he was just edged once, but you also knew that he didn't like it and you didn't wanted to make him suffer. so you were good with one.

'y-yes. I-I m-mean, if y-you say s-so' poor boy managed to say. he was a wonderful mess: his hair was all over his face, his glasses turned foggy and he was full of sweat. Your face softened at the sight, letting out low sigh.

You placed yourself between his legs, butt up full on his display. You kitty licked his tip a few times for teasing, then you took your tip in your mouth. He started moaning, groaning and whimpering again, for the 3rd time that evening. You smiled with his cock in your mouth, trying to take another inch with every bob of your head. You hollowed your cheeks, earning a soft groan from him which usually made you go insane. Another wave of arousal was dripping down your pussy now. As you were bobbing your face up and down, you started feeling a bit of pubic hair on the tip of your nose. You were delighted, it was the first time you could take all of harry, since he was surprisingly big. Tears started running down your cheeks as your butt moved right and left, knowing that harry is watching it. this made his dick twitch in your mouth as you struggled to go faster and faster.

Unexpectedly, you pulled out with a loud pop as you replaced your mouth with your hand. You jerked as fast as possible as you settled yourself on harry's left tight, moving desperately to create friction. You were almost high while sucking him off, so it didn't take a lot of time for you to came on his tight. Even if you weren't down yet, you still pumped him as fast as ever, loud cries leaving your mouth.

The vision of you getting off so easily on his tight made him reach his high, splaying cum all over your hand and his chest. You were both breathing heavily, your hand moving now to harry's waist to hug him tight. You sat like that for a few seconds, while harry was stroking your hair up and down. You didn't even knew when your hair fell down your shoulders. You remembered it was in a messy bun, but you were probably to fucked up to think straight.

You got comfy on harry's chest as your eyes were slowly closing.

'merry christmas, darling.' you said before dozing off.

'merry christmas, my love' he kissed the top of your head and went to sleep.

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@pottersprcngs @kayleiggh @teenwolfbitches28 @squishytomatoes

[harryconcepts]

part III for the guys the gals and the nonbinary pals

just sat in a parking lot for 4 hours with my besties and why do i feel like harry would do that 😭 like you can't sleep and he doesn't want to go to sleep if you can't so so throws off the blankets and says "come on" and you're like ??? where are we going even tho you're already getting out of bed and he just goes out to the garage and opens your car door for you and then gets in and picks a random direction and starts driving 😭 and then u stop and get french fries or something and then he pulls into a random parking lot and you just sit there for hours in your pajamas talking about nothing and everything and sharing fries 😔

I'm so clumsy like I have bruises all the time and I feel like harry would be all 🥺 gotta be more careful baby i don't want you to get hurt 🥺 and give them kissies 😔

not to be h word on main but harry would def suck on your clit until you cried and your legs were shaking and you pushed him away

imagine going from fwb to more with harry 👀 like one day he asks you to come over😌 and you're just having a bad day but you're acting like everything is fine bc you don't want to dump all this emotional stuff on him bc you're not sure if he likes you the same way😔 and then you're kissing but he can tell you're acting a little off so he pulls away to look at you and says "are you okay? we don't have to do this" and you're just shaking your head and saying it's fine but he pushes a little and says "I need you to talk to me, need to know what's going on" and you say "I should just go, I'm not really feeling it tonight" and start to get off his lap but he puts his hands on your hips and says "you don't have to go, you could stay and tell me about it?" and you think he's just being nice but then you look at him again and you can tell he really wants to know how you're doing 😔 so you sigh and tell him everything 😔 and he would be so comforting and sweet 😔 and that's when you both realize you have feelings for each other 😌

I saw this ad for this oil that's supposed to make you more ✨sensitive✨ down there and why can i see him using that when you come visit on tour 👀 like not the first time you have sex bc it's all rushed and desperate but then a few hours later when you're just laying around together he goes "so I was shopping the other day... saw this" and hands you a little bag with the bottle inside 😌 and your eyes go wide when you realize what it is and he leans closer to you and kisses your neck and whispers "I think we should try it out" 😌😌😌

what if you're at a party with harry and your social battery is running out and he can tell 😪 he would see how you're kind of zoning out and lean over and whisper "are you tired baby? we can go home" and then kiss your cheek 😔 and you say "no it's fine we can stay" bc you don't want to make him go home but he knows you're really not feeling it anymore 😔 he would stand up and pull you up too and start saying his goodbyes 😔 and ofc he would be all "I'm just really tired tonight" so you don't feel like it's your fault 😔😔 And then as soon as you get home he's getting ready for bed bc he's excited to cuddle you 😔😔

no but walking around Harry's house with only his sweatpants on 😵‍💫 no shirt or anything 😌 and he comes down to see what you're up to and he's like okkkkkk 😌😌😌 and obvi he's pretty h word but also so happy to see you comfortable in his house 😔

harry would def ask you to sleep in one of his hoodies for a few nights before he leaves on tour or a trip so he can bring it with him and have something that smells like you 😔

ok but harry taking care of you when you're sick 😔 like you tell him to stay away bc you dont want him to get sick but he refuses to leave you 😔 and if you were cold bc you have a fever he would cuddle you to help you stay warm 😔 and just let you sleep all day 😔😔😔

my boobs hurt and I know I'm about to get my period and I know harry would be the actual best 😔 like if you were having mood swings or being more bitchy than normal he would be a little 🤨 but he def wouldn't get mad or snap at you 😔 he would just kind of have that "I'm not going to fight with you" attitude even tho he could just be snappy right back at you 😔 he would be willing to do whatever you need to make you feel better and he would hold you and cuddle you even if you had been mean to him earlier 😔😔😔and he would take a bath with you that's way too hot for his taste bc he knows it makes you feel better 😔 and he would make your favorite foods to make you smile 😔😔😔😔😔

harry would absolutely go feral seeing you ride him for the first time JGXKGSKGSTJS he would be moaning so much and gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises and then when he's getting close he would reach down to rub your cl*t and say "come on baby, need to feel you, need you to cum" with his voice all stuttery and deep 😵‍💫

omg smoking for the first time with harry 😵‍💫 it's jus you and him on his porch one night and your legs are on his lap and you're wearing one of his hoodies 😵‍💫and he makes a big show of taking the first hit and says "just watch what i do" and then he holds it to your lips 😵‍💫 and you start coughing and he just smiles a little bit and rubs your back and says "it's ok, everyone coughs their first time" and once you get it under control you're wiping the little tears from your eyes and saying "im sorry, that's embarrassing" and he goes "not at all" and then pulls you into his lap and says "can we try something? might be easier" and you nod so he takes another hit and puts his hand on your cheek and pulls you in and kisses you and blows the smoke into your mouth😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

harry would be so good when you didn't feel well before your period 😔 like holding a hot water bottle against your stomach and rubbing your back and taking a nap with you 😔 and you would tell him to wake you up in half an hour bc you have a lot to get done but he would just let you sleep and take care of everything for you 😔

i feel like harry def gets in a mood where he just wants to make out with you 😵‍💫 just holding you on his lap 😵‍💫 and he sneaks his hand between your legs to rub you over your clothes 😵‍💫and you can literally feel his evil little smile against your lips when you gasp and whimper 😵‍💫

why do I feel like harry would get so soft seeing you without makeup 😔 like if you were part of a friend group and he'd always had a little crush on you but never did anything and then he heard you had a bad day so he shows up at your house with Chinese food and a terrible movie you can laugh at together 😔 and you're in your pajamas w no makeup and you say "oh in sorry I look like a mess right now" and he goes 'you don't, you look beautiful, you always look beautiful"😔😔😔😔 and now his crush is much bigger 😔

wait omg I have a concept so imagine you and harry are besties and everyone else can tell you like each other but neither of you will admit it 😌 and then at one point you're dating a guy and harry is all 😒 bc he doesn't have the right to say anything but he still hates it. and then you find out that the guy cheated on you so you call harry in tears and he says he'll come over right away 😔 and then he shows up at your door with your favorite food and an extra hoodie of his bc he knows you like wearing them 😔 and then he sees the 🥺 face you're making and he goes "you want the one I'm wearing, dont you" and you say "well it'll be so warm 🥺" and he rolls his eyes playfully but still takes it off and hands it to you 😔 and then you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie and you have your head resting on his chest so you can hear his heartbeat 😔 and then you tilt your head to look at him and you see that he's already looking at you instead of the movie so you smile and say "what are you looking at" and he goes "you're just so pretty" all soft and quiet and lovey 😔 and you're just looking at each other for a minute before you get really bold and lean up and kiss him 😌 and he's v surprised at first but then he puts his hands on your sides and starts kissing back 😌 and then you sit up and straddle him and start kissing down his neck and he groans and holds your hips even tighter 😌 and then you get back up to his lips and start grinding on him a little bit and he's obvi v into it but then he pulls back a little and says all out of breath "i don't- we shouldn't do this now, I feel like I'm taking advantage of you" and you look at him and say "I've wanted this since i first met you, I promise i know exactly what I'm doing" and something about that just gets him going bc he grabs your thighs and stands up 😌 and you yelp a little but put your arms around his neck 😌 and then he's walking you to your bedroom 😌 and he lays you down and says "I'm going to make you forget all about him" 😌😌😌😌 omg and then he obviously goes down on you bc he's so eager to make you forget and just wants you to feel good and he has to hold your hips bc you're moving so much 😌 and he's moaning and making the filthiest noises 😌 and then he kisses you and you're both out of breath and he goes "we don't have to do anything else, we can stop-" and you're already shaking your head and pulling him back down for another kiss 😌 and then you say "please just fuck me, I need you so bad" and ofc he's more than happy to give you anything you want 😌 and then the next morning you wake bc someone is knocking on the door but you're still cuddled in his arms 😔 so you have to get up and get it even though Harry's like "noooo don't leave me" like the cuddly baby he is 😔 and you grab your robe and open the door and it's your ex and you roll your eyes and close the door again but he puts his hand against it and says "please just hear me out, i really need to talk to you" and then Harry yells from the other room "who is it love?" and your eyes go wide bc you're not really sure what to do and then he comes around the corner with just his boxers on 😌 and you turn back to the door and say "please just leave i don't want you here" and he's trying to talk over you but harry goes "she said she doesn't want to speak with you, goodbye now" and pushes the door shut 😌 and then there's a few minutes of silence before he goes "want me to make you forget again?"

harry would go feral when he saw you wearing his clothes i just KNOW IT like maybe you're staying over at his house for the first time since you've been dating and you wake up earlier than he does so you decide to make some breakfast and you throw on the closest thing you see like his button up styles shirt 😌 and you leave it unbuttoned 😌 and then he finally comes downstairs and puts his arms around your waist to say good morning and then he realizes the shirt is open and he peeks over your shoulder and realizes you don't have anything else on and he drops his head against your shoulder and says "it's too early to be this turned on" 😌😌😌

imagine being pregnant and your baby loooooves kicking you at the worst times like when you're trying to sleep 😔 and at first it was like omg!!! and you and harry were both so excited to feel it but now it's just like please child let me sleep so you're trying everything to get her to settle down and then Harry puts his hands on your tummy and leans close and says "please leave your mum alone, we're very tired" and your eyes go wide bc she just stops kicking 😭and from then on you're convinced he's magic bc he can make her settle down right away and then after she's born there's just something special about being held by her dad that makes her fall asleep right away 😔

imagine you're cuddling w harry and he moves his hands under your shirt bc he likes feeling how warm you are 😔 but his hands are cold so you gasp and shiver and he goes "oh I'm sorry baby" and moves his hands and tucks them between the two of you to warm them up bc he never wants you to be uncomfortable 😔

the way harry would be so turned on if you had longer nails!!! and you're scratching his back when you get filthy and his mouth falls open and he can't even kiss you back bc he's moaning so much 😌 and then he's whining for you to "please do that again please"

harry would 100% put his face in your neck when you're cuddling and say "you smell so good" in a soft voice and you're confused bc you don't have any perfume on but he just thinks your natural smell is so nice and comforting 😔

harry bringing his hand between your legs after you've been kissing for a while and he gasps and says "fuck you're soaking" and you nod and try to pull him down to kiss you again and he smiles and keeps moving his fingers slowly 😌

harry would so help you study for a test 😔 like he would stay up late and go over flash cards and stuff and be hyping you up every time you got something right 😔 and then if you did well on the test he would be so so so proud of you and giving you the biggest hug and he would take you out for a special lunch or something 😔😔😔😔😔😔 and if you did bad he would be so comforting and holding you and telling you it will be ok 😔😔😔😔 and that he loves you so much and is proud of you no matter what 😔

harry cuddling you while you watch a movie and at first it's all soft but then a sex scene comes on and maybe it's something rlly filthy and he feels you shifting around a little and he smiles bc he can tell and he says "something wrong?" and you say "...no" and he goes "are you sure?" and brings his hand between your legs and rubs gently 😌 and you gasp and tense up and he goes "yeah? sensitive, aren't you" and you lean your head back on his shoulder and nod and he smiles and says "maybe i should do something about that?" 😌

wait omg i hate haunted houses and jump scares so imagine harry knows that and he's trying to convince you to go with the group 😭 he's all "please it will be so much fun" and you're like fuck no absolutely not and he goes "pleeeease I'll keep you safe i promise" and then halfway through he's screaming and hiding behind you 😭 and you're like "you said this would be fun!!!!" and he finally has to admit that he girlbossed to close to the sun jfdkgxgkdkts

he would say "you like that, don't you? you like when I call you my good girl" and you blush so hard and hide your face in his neck and he says "no, you look at me when I'm talking to you" and puts his fingers on your jaw and pushes your head back into the pillow and looks right into your eyes 😌 and he smiles when he sees how hard you're breathing and he leans closer and whispers "you do like it... filthy little thing"

having sex for the first time with harry 😵‍💫 he would be so slow and teasing and you u whimper and put your hands in his hair as he kisses down your tummy and on your thighs and you say "please don't tease me i just need you" and he would smirk and say "I want you to be ready for me baby, don't worry about anything I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good" and his voice gets softer and lower as he finally touches you 😌

so like that anon said you're fwb and you have an agreement where if neither of you find anyone else you go home together but then what if you both kind of started avoiding looking for someone else bc you want to be with each other 👀 like it starts off small where you maybe saw someone cute but you were like "eh harrys better" and then it gets to the point where you're both actively rejecting advances from anyone else 😌 and neither of you wants to admit how much you really like the other so you're just like "yeah nope couldn't find anyone :/ oh well let's go back to your place now!" and then it gets to where you don't even look for anyone else bc you know harry will be asking you to come home with him later 😌 and that's when you realize "oh shit im catching feelings huh!"

ok so like you and one of your friends have been in a friend group with harry for a while but you're not super close with him and then one day she just asks if you'd do it and you're like I mean.... if harry wants to ?? and then she asks him and he has a tiny🤏🏻 crush on you so he agrees right away 😌 and then you all go back to his house after a party or something and you're a lil nervous but also very excited 😌and he's losing his mind the whole time bc he can't believe this is really happening and then after your friend has to leave so you're getting your stuff together bc you don't want to make it awkward but then harry goes "you don't have to leave... you could stay?" and he sounds so hopeful bc he really wants you to stay bc his tiny crush is now much bigger 😌 and then later that day he's all nervous and he asks if he can kiss you and you laugh and say "you've done a lot more than that already' and he blushed and says "i know but it's different like this" and you're not exactly sure what he means but you hope he feels the same way you do 😌 and then he's laying you down and he says "i think it's time to focus on you, didn't get to do that earlier" and then it's a very long night of him finding out exactly what you like 😌

harry would literally be obsessed with figuring you out during sex i can't even explain JTSKTSKTZKG like esp if you weren't super experienced so when he asks you say you don't know and he goes well 😌 guess we'll find out won't we 😌 and he would be so cocky when he gets you to moan or does something that makes you arch up off the bed 😌

WAIT PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE WHAT IF YOU AND HARRY WERE FWB BUT NOT EXCLUSIVE AND ITS LIKE A THING WHERE IF YOU DONT FIND ANYONE ELSE THAT NIGHT YOULL GO HOME TOGETHER AND THEN ONE NIGHT YOURE OUT WITH A GROUP AND YOURE BOTH FLIRTING WITH THE SAME GIRL AND THEN WHEN HE REALIZES WHATS GOING ON HE COMES UP TO YOU AND SAYS "seems like we're in a bit of a situation... maybe you could still come over tonight... but we could invite her too?" JGXKGZKYZGLSTKSLUDLYSYSSLYKYDYLDKYDDYLFULLUFLUFLYDLYDYLD

imagine coming home late and harry was so insistent that he was gonna stay up but you know he'll be sleeping when you get home 🥺 so you're texting him on your break like "you can go to sleep it's ok i promise" and he's just like "no no I'll stay awake" and then he stops answering so you're like oooook and then you get home and he's all cuddled up and sleeping 🥺 and you get into bed and move so you're in his arms and he shifts a little bit and lets out some sleepy mumbles and then says "I wasn't sleeping" all low and gravely 😔 and you kiss his shoulder and say "I'm sure, but you can go back to sleep now" and he doesn't even respond bc he's already out again 😔

do u think harry would let you tie him to the bed even tho he's usually the one who does it to you bc I think he would and I have some thots 😌 i think you would suggest it one day and he would kind of laugh like yeah right and then when he realizes you're serious he would be like 👀👀 okayyyy I mean 👀👀 so then you obvi have a discussion abt what you're both ok with and stuff you don't want to do and all that and then when he's ready you're like ok 😌 let's do it 😌 I'm going to have so much fun 😌 and he's acting pretty cocky at first like "i don't think you'll be able to do much" bc he's used to you being a little more shy and gentle but he shuts up pretty fast when you start sucking him off 😌 and he usually moves around and puts his hand in your hair so he has some control but he can't do that rn so he's a little more 😵‍💫 than usual bc it feels so new 😌 and then just as he's about to c*m you pull away and he whines desperately and pushes his hips up but you just shake your head and say "I'm in charge tonight, remember?" and that's when he realizes it's going to be a very long night 😌

[moominnyu]

oblivious [kevin moon]

🧸🎀 — pairings: kevin moon (the boyz) x gender neutral reader

🧸🎀 — tw: none.

🧸🎀 — wc: 3751

anyone who knows kevin to a personal level would be sorry for the guy, frustrated in his behalf even.

now, don't get me wrong, he's a handsome young man with a sweet personality, a nice car and good friends. he's a member of one of the hottest, on the rise k-pop boy groups, with a honeyed voice and great dance skills. he could probably bag anyone he wanted with minimal effort on his part, whether they work or not for the same industry as him. but the problem for kevin moon starts around someone who has little to nothing to do with the idol world.

you're kevin's friend, his little childhood friend from back when he was in america, and current best friend even here in korea. kevin's childhood friend who's only an university student, and knows as much about idols as you know about calculus— that is, nothing—, kevin's childhood friend who works part time in café, and still gets allowance from your parents, kevin's childhood friend who lives just three blocks from his dorm, who is so used to be by his side that you practically live at his dorm alongside his members. kevin's childhood friend who is... just his childhood friend and nothing more.

he's been on the unrequited love side of the spectrum for too long that his problem no longer relies on the fact that you guys are friends probably since you were both fetuses inside your mothers' wombs. he already felt this way about you when you lost your first tooth when you were six, even when you smiled at him with an incisor missing. he already felt this way about you when he taught you how to ride a bike at the park when you both were nine, even when you fell on your face and had a big bruise on your left cheek that remained on your skin for two weeks after that. he already felt this way about you when you turned fourteen and you stopped being a tiny shrimp and started looking more like what would later become his ideal type. he already felt this way about you when you guys were seventeen and he was starting his little youtube channel with one of his friends, and you would watch his videos with a genuine excitement that matched his. he already felt this way about you when you moved to korea together, not even knowing what was ahead of you but knowing that you had each other whatever happened.

he's been in love with you for way too long, so long that he already had every single inner monologue, argument, discussion and debate he could possibly have with himself about how absolutely wrong and criminal it is to have a crush, or rather, be in love with your best friend.  

he won in absolutely zero of these arguments against himself, as he always came to the conclusion that it was wrong, you two were friends and that's it, that you probably saw him only as a brother, if anything. but he had received his very needed push in the back by his members, now close friends of both of you, that insisted that it was normal: you were attractive, funny, sweet and a perfectly viable choice for him due to your closeness, anyone in his situation would probably be the same, and he would be a fool if he let go of the opportunity. with your looks and personality, you could get a partner anytime you wanted, and time was ticking for kevin, which, in turn, prompted him to act with you in mind, courtesy of sunwoo who mentioned he'd be the one making the moves if kevin didn't do it first.

and, so, it started, the tortuous process of courting.  

he didn't outright tell you he liked you, as he wanted to test the waters first, so he started with simple and minimal things, things that would go completely unnoticed by you unless you saw him as something more than a simple friend, unless you saw him in the same light as he saw you.  

hugging you a tad bit tighter and longer when he greeted you, getting leaves out of your hair or clothes for you, tentatively holding your hand when he wanted to guide you somewhere, placing his hands on your waist on hips when he walked past you; all little things that made his pale cheeks burn up a crimson color and his stupid, traitor heart beat uncontrollably against his ribcage... all little things that you remained completely apathetic to.  

“don't be afraid to up your game, hyung,” haknyeon had offered some advice, and as if it served as comfort to kevin, he had friendly palmed his back to show empathy for him, who sat with his head down, face hidden in his hands, “i think y/n is great! they definitely haven't noticed yet, and that's why they haven't said anything!”

it was another one of those nights where he was overcome with feelings, when the tug on his chest became too heavy and when the feeling of urgency became desperation. none of what he did was working out the way he wanted it to, and everytime he was left with more questions that answers: did you really blush when you brushed hands while reaching for the salt, or was it his mind playing tricks on him? were you really staring at him with such dreamy eyes when he was sketching or were you just spaced out? he could never tell.  

“well, that's obvious,” sunwoo retorted, plump lips on a straight line. he scratched his head and nudged kevin on the ribs, “you're the one who knows them best, you should that y/n had never had a partner before, it's likely they're just oblivious to your advances,”

an imaginary lightbulb flicked on on top of kevin's head at that moment when he realized sunwoo was right.

in all the years he's known you, you've never showed any kind of romantic interest in any person. it wasn't that you were short of suitors or admirers, quite the contrary, actually, you've had that sweet tendency to smile at everyone that happened to make eye contact with you since little, offer your help whenever needed and an ability to make friends with anyone in a matter of seconds. kevin was sure, during all his high school years, that the reason why he was liked was because of the halo effect, produced by the fact that he was always by your side.  

but, you, even with many suitors and secret admirers, never once brought up the topic of dating and crushes in front of kevin. he thought it was better that way, honestly, he's a bit more mature now but back when he was still a teenager, he was sure he wouldn't be able to take it if he heard you talking about another guy, all starry eyed and blushing. but that didn't mean he didn't feel curious about it.  

one time, against his own mental advices to just mind his business in case he ended up with a broken heart, kevin asked you about a guy in your class who he overheard your classmates teasing you about.

“oh, yeah, you mean james, right?” you sat on the floor of his bedroom, copying the answers from his textbook onto yours. you had bit your pencil and narrowed your eyes, thoughtfully, “i tutor him on sundays. nice guy.”

“i know who he is,” kevin answered, matter of factly, as he reclined back on his desk chair. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as some form of idle distraction from the unsteadiness of his heart, “i'm asking you why were your friends making kissy faces at you when he was talking to you.”

he had sounded more stern than he intended, but, then again, that moment was the very first time he ever saw you blush and fix your hair in front of a dude, the first time he saw you act shy around someone.  

“he invited me to prom last week,” you answered, continuing to write down on your notebook with your cute, pink gel pen, “and my friends think he likes me because of that.”

“how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?,” it's obvious he does, kevin thought, otherwise he wouldn't look like such a fool, stuttering and scratching his nape like an idiot everytime you two interacted. not that he's one to talk, though.  

“because he's just being nice to me,” you frowned, “he always is. he walks me home when you can't, invites me to get coffee after tutoring, he saves me a spot next to him when i'm late for class,” you didn't lift your head from your notes or ever stopped writing, that's how trivial james's acts of ‘kindness’ were for you, “he even gifted me chocolates last valentine's.”

that's crush behavior, kevin wanted to say, but he didn't. he didn't want to implant the idea in your mind, making you overly conscious about it and forcing you to end up confused about your own feelings. if you liked him back or not, he decided, was for you to find out on your own, unprovoked.  

“do you like him?,” but there he was, having to open his big mouth out of morbid, masochistic curiosity.  

you lifted your head, finally looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, “no?”

“then why were you blushing when he was talking to you?”

“because julia was making a big deal out of it,” you said, frowning with certain annoyance and embarrassment, “and because noah kept telling him we look so cute together.”

“no, you don't.” kevin chimed in, perhaps too fast for his liking.  

“that's what i'm saying! we're just friends!” you sounded a bit exasperated, probably tired from all the teasing, “just like you and me.”

thanks to sunwoo, remembering that useful, albeit painful, conversation served kevin to switch his approach around you. thinking about it, back then, it should have been his first clue about your lack of awareness. he discarded as simple, intentional obliviousness— he thought that james was so obvious about his crush, you might as well were just trying to ignore it and not acknowledge it to avoid having to awkwardly reject him; but this obliviousness of yours lasted even much, much after that, when you guys moved to korea together and the people you met there were equally interested in you but ended up receiving the same treatment of complete lack of interest. even eric had, at some point of your early friendship, when he had a pitiful crush on you that lasted a couple of months.  

with a new, more direct approach in mind, kevin moon hadn't given up yet.  

he began to make his hints a bit more obvious so that the wouldn't fly over your pretty, little head like the ones before did, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that it worked with great efficiency.  

complimenting you every chance he could, both looks and personality wise, often mentioning how you're the only person to make him this happy, how his day gets better when he sees you.  

and alongside the not so subtle flirting, your reactions began to grow in intensity as well. instead of the usual, coy nudge you'd give him when he complimented your appearance, you'd purse your lips and look down when he'd say that he thinks you're absolutely stunning. you'd bite a smile, cheeks heating up, when he'd, purposely on accident, casually sit close to you while watching movies, both of your sides pressed against each other. when he'd press an unassuming kiss to your temple after dropping you back at your place, you'd lean into his touch for a bit longer than usual, and you'd look a blushy mess of shaky eyes and pursed lips once he did pull away. even when he wasn't trying, even when his focus was on something else entirely, the amount of times he'd catch you staring at him and then move your eyes away as soon as he noticed were too many for them to be a simple coincidence.  

all of these interactions made him hopeful, made him think that he did the right thing by slowly approaching you in a way that you felt comfortable with. by the time he decided to finally confess to you, he was so sure you were, at least, confused about it, that you were seeing him in a new light now and that you weren't sure how to act around it, and that was enough for kevin, he just needed to go past that friendship relationship and then he'd work the rest, with you.  

and with this realization came yet multiple other inner debates about how to go around the confession. should he prepare for it? invite you to a picnic at the beach and confess to you when you both are enjoying the sunset? or should he just be spontaneous? you've never liked anything too flashy, after all, and you valued honesty over anything else.  

he chose to just do it one day, chose a time when you two are alone and tell you normally like he would do with any other thing. after all, you two were best friends who could tell absolutely anything to each other with no shame, and his feelings for you didn't change this.

but, whenever he thought about finally doing it, whenever he practiced his exact words in his mind over and over again until he was confident enough he wouldn't stutter, the moment would get interrupted by outside forces. like younghoon deciding to watch a movie in the living room where you guys were at, just in time when kevin had said he had something to tell you, like sunwoo coming uninvited into his room when you two were finally alone, saying that he was bored and asking if you wanted to play mario kart together. or that one time when kevin had managed to build momentum in his favor, mentioning how much he appreciates you and how lucky he is to have you by his side unconditionally, and just as he was about to utter the three important words, your mom had the inopportune need to call you, at three a.m. in the morning, because she had a nightmare about you being swallowed by the kraken.  

being stuck in this predicament didn't dishearten kevin, though. he's wanted to tell you how he feels since forever, he wasn't gonna give up over a few unfortunate interruptions.  

the perfect time to do it comes spontaneously, unprepared, just like most of those peaks of inspiration he feels out of the blue somedays.  

tonight, you're staying the night at his. you had went grocery shopping earlier in the afternoon, and kevin bought the ingredients to bake you some brownies after your insistence and pleads, clinging to his arm and pointing at the deliciously looking pictures of them in the premade mixture boxes, so now you're sitting on the counter of his kitchen while looks for the ingredients in the frige, reading the recipe out loud for him from your phone while swinging your legs up and down.  

“a double boiler?”, kevin leaves the fridge door open when he walks up to you and leans in so that he can get a look at your screen, “what the heck's that?”

“it says here that it's a fancy term for a... small saucepan filled with an inch of two of water set over low heat,” you read out loud, then lifting your head with a confused grimace, “huh?”

“i don't know,” kevin kicks the door closed after retrieving the butter, shrugging and trying to pretend he didn't notice how you stared at his lips just a second ago, “i'm just gonna make that one old recipe, the one we know and adore.”

“yeah, i don't know why you felt the need to change it,” you set your phone down and hop down the counter to give him more space, “you know i just eat whatever you make.”

“you like your brownies a bit more fudgy, don't you?” he takes a bowl out of the cabinet, and places it right beside where you're standing. he offers you a smile, a bit shy but genuine, “and i like to spoil you.”

at that moment, sunwoo walks into the kitchen. he makes a small gesture of acknowledgement to you and walks past kevin to get to the fridge. you follow him with your eyes.  

“hyung, i'm heading out,” sunwoo grabs a water bottle and closes the fridge again. he stands by kevin and points at the bowl where he's wisking the eggs, taking a short sip of his water, “can you save me some brownies?”

“i'm not making these for you, you know,” kevin sighs.  

“just one, then,” sunwoo insists, eyebrows up and pout on his lips, “you know i love brownies.”

“i'll save you some,” you smile at the younger guy lightly, “where are you heading?”

sunwoo shrugs and scratches his nape, “had the sudden urge to go to the movies.”

“alone?” you inquire, trying to supress a laugh.  

“don't judge a man for his hobbies, y/n,” sunwoo flicks your forehead with little force, and kevin hates that ugly feeling in his gut when you giggle and poke your tongue at him, “gotta go now, i've already purchased my ticket.”

and with sunwoo leaving, everyone else out on individual schedules and chanhee dead asleep on his room, you both are, technically, left alone in the dorm for once and for all.  

kevin pretends to be too preoccupied with spreading the thick batter in the baking pan to notice that the perfect opportunity to do it is just unfolding in front of him. he knows that the reason why he keeps getting interrupted is because he likes to take his sweet time with it, dragging it out as much as he can so he can prepare his heart for it. he decides he's not gonna do that tonight.  

just as he opens his mouth, your phone dings on the counter. kevin busies himself with putting the baking pan in the oven while you reach for your phone with the spatula he used in your mouth.  

“who are you texting?” he asks once he notices your wide smile and soft giggles.  

“yurina, one of my uni classmates,” you lick your lips after you're done licking the batter off, tossing the spatula into the sink, “she's happy because she asked her crush to be her girlfriend,”

“and did she say yes?”

“well, she wouldn't be happy otherwise, don't you think?”

there's an one-sided awkward silence when kevin rests against the counter while staring at you intently texting back and forth with this girl from uni.  

a moment of doubt crosses his mind. should he really do it? something tells him he shouldn't, that he should just keep quiet, but he's been walking through this desert for so long ago that stopping now feels wrong when he can practically see water in front of him.

love gives him a push in the back.  

“what about you?” he asks, and he internally cringes at the way his voice cracks a little at the end. he clears his throat, “i mean, are you interested in anyone?”

your thumbs stop typing suddenly, and you remain frozen for a moment, staring at your screen. you're blushing a little when you slowly lift your eyes towards him, and he mirrors such expression when his hopeful heart does a little flip.  

“why—why are you asking all of a sudden?”, your voice sounds tiny and you look a bit doubtful of him.  

“well, you never tell me about stuff like this,” he scratches his eyelid as he looks down at his shoes. the awkwardness is almost painful, and he's sure he isn't the only one feeling it right now, “is it someone you can't tell me?,” he makes a small pause in which he lifts his eyes from the ground and looks at you, “a close friend, maybe?”

silence fills the kitchen. the hen shaped cooking timer clicks as it counts down the minutes for the brownies to be ready, hour phone pings with new upcoming messages, the tv in chanhee's room makes deaf noise in the backround, yet, none of you talk.

when you refuse to meet his eyes that come looking for you, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down, kevin realizes he's going to be the one who breaks it, unfortunately.

“did i hit the jackpot?,” perhaps he sounds hopeful, or perhaps the silence was too loud that his voice now seems to over-volume it.  

you finally look up from the floor, “why am i the only one being interrogated?,” you sound a little more like yourself when you block your phone and cross your arms on your chest, lips pouty and the tip of your ears a little bit red, “you also never tell me anything about stuff like that!”

“i'll tell you if you want,” he murmurs, trying to analize your reaction, “if you tell me first.”

in the heart fluttering moment, odds are in his favor, he knows. it's on the way you look at him through your eyelashes, shy and maybe even a bit flustered, the sugar rush on his veins at the sight of your blush, ever telling of your feelings. because he knows you so well he knows that his hunch is right, it's because of your connection that he can feel that it's no longer one-sided, that, as much as he feels for you, you feel for him.  

“why don't you,” you make a small pause to press the back of your hands to your hot cheeks, “why don't you say it first, then?”

“how about we say it at the same time?,” even in his certainty there's still cautiousness, as if he needs confirmation even if he can read your heart, “at the count of three.”

“okay,” you smile at him with warmth, gentle, still laced with a shyness that makes your eyes a bit glossy, and it's the prettiest thing kevin has ever seen, “one.”

“two.” he says, his heart on a frenzy, mind a bit hazy with quiet excitement for what's about to come.  

“three!” you both say, and there's a small pause before any of you continue:

“you!”

“sunwoo!”