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The Beat

Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 2.5k (no look they're really drabbles okay?)

Synopsis: Jisung is having difficulties with a project and asks you to help take his mind off work for a bit.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay seriously I'm on a roll right now but like I said they might not all come out so quickly so do bare with me if some of the others take longer. I am having so much fun writing these so I hope you all are enjoying them! Chan will be next! If you enjoy reading please reblog, comment, shoot me an ask, like, I love to hear from you guys! As always warnings and smut below the cut! 3/8

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! Swearing/strong language, eluding to casual sex, oral (m receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, breath play (kinda not really), masturbating, cum shot, slight exhibitionism (kinda maybe, not really), slight MC dom/Jisung sub dynamic (kinda). I think that's all but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It was the last morning before the guys were due back and you were on your knees under the kitchen table after you decided you’d rather blow Changbin than eat eggs and toast. You were sucking his soul out through his dick, choking and drooling all over his thick cock rubbing his balls and humming as you gagged on it again and again. Suddenly the front door opened and someone came walking into the apartment. Changbin had heard but apparently you didn’t because you were slurping and gagging on his fat cock when Jisung came around the corner into the dining room. 

“Hey Changbinnie hyung!” Changbin’s eyes went wide with surprise. 

“JISUNG! You’re home early!” You choked when Changbin shouted Jisung’s name and stopped sucking his dick for a second. But Jisung couldn’t see you or what was happening under that table and so you took Changbin’s cock back into your mouth and what you couldn’t fit you jerked off hard as you continued to fondle his balls covered in your saliva. You honestly didn’t know how he was holding it together, must be that strong jutdae of his. 

“Yea I wanted to come home a little early and get some rest before having to jump back into the grind.” Changbin bit his bottom lip and nodded, small beads of sweat were starting to form on his temples and forehead and he prayed Jisung didn’t notice. 

“Good idea Ji! Why don’t you go get you some rest!” Jisung looked at Changbin funny. 

“Yea, okay Bin I’ll do that.” Jisung shook his head and went to his room. As soon as Changbin heard his bedroom door click closed he groaned out and came in your mouth. You swallowed and kept slurping on him until he was sensitive and pulled away. 

“Remember this little moment the next time, pay back is a bitch.” Changbin laughed breathless, pulling you up from under the table. 

“For now though we should probably get you home.” Changbin kissed you deeply. 

“Go get dressed I’ll give you a ride.” He patted your rear end and you ran off to get your clothes on.  

A month or so went by and everything was still just the way it always was. You and the guys had your board game nights every other Monday and had been to the club to go dancing and drinking. You had fucked two of them and at least one of them knew and they both acted like nothing happened. Aside from a lingering touch here and there when passing you or sitting by you everything was perfectly normal. It was a nice day and you were walking to the park down the street from your place when you got a call from Jisung. 

“Hey Ji!” You heard him sigh heavily. 

“Hey y/n.” He sounded drained. 

“What’s wrong Sungie?” He took another deep breath. 

“I’ve been at the studio all night and I’m just so stressed over this song that I’m having trouble with. Do you...you think maybe you could come to the studio and help me?” You were confused as to why Jisung was asking you to do this when Chan or Changbin would be far better options since they actually knew how to produce music. 

“Ji I don’t know anything about music.”  

“I know I just mean come and hang out, maybe distract me for a bit, clear my head.” Well that made more sense, he needed to unplug for a minute. You were only going to go on a hike at the park because you were bored anyway. 

“Sure Sungie I’ll come hang out for a bit.” You could already hear his voice getting lighter. 

“You’re the best y/n. See you soon!” When you got to the studio the door was slightly cracked open. You knocked lightly and walked in. When you did you saw Jisung with his head laid on his desk; it looked as if he’d fallen asleep while waiting on you. You were just going to back out and let him rest but you bumped something by the door and Jisung’s head sprung up. 

“Oh hey! You made it great!” He rubbed his eyes. 

“If you want to nap a little longer, I can come back later.” He shook his head and stood up walking over to welcome you in. 

“No no I was only resting my eyes. Please come in.” He closed and locked the studio door behind you and ushered you towards the sofa in the studio. You sat down getting comfy and Jisung sat in the roll-y chair across from you. You both exchanged some small talk and caught up with what the other had been doing recently. Everyone had been so busy lately it felt like it had been forever since you’d see any of the guys when reality it had only been two weeks. The longer you sat there chatting with Jisung the more antsy he seemed to get, knee bouncing, eyes darting, if he chewed on his lip anymore he’d bite it off so finally you said something. 

“Sungie you’re supposed to be relaxing and clearing your mind a bit. You look like you're ready to crawl out of your skin. What’s going on?” His teeth let go of his lip and he let out a heavy sigh. 

“I... I really want to ask you something but I don’t want you to get upset with me or take it the wrong way.” His face was so soft and his big brown eyes seemed to have grown even bigger. You could tell he was genuinely scared you would be angry with him. You sat up and leaned forward a bit closing some of the distance between you and Jisung. 

“Well... I promise to listen and try to understand if that helps at all.” Jisung nodded and shook his head. 

“Okay... whewww... okay...” You braced yourself unsure of exactly what was going to come out of Jisung’s mouth. Jisung closed his eyes tightly. 

“WouldyoudowhatyoudidforChangbinniehyungformetoo?!” It all came out in a shouted jumble of words. You jumped at the volume of his voice and caught fragments of words but not enough to understand him. You shook your head. 

“Take a deep breath Sungie and slow down okay?” He took a couple more deep breaths and then closed his eyes again, softly this time. 

“Would you do what you did for Changbin hyung for me too?” Your brow furrowed in confusion and then the memory of you blowing Changbin under the table when Jisung came home flashed through your mind. You tried to play stupid. 

“Uh what do you mean? What did I do for Changbin?” Jisung’s face was buried in both of his hands embarrassed to say. 

“Well... you... know... you... uh... sucked his... d-” 

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” Jisung jumped and looked terrified that he had in fact upset you. You were just caught off guard finding out he knew; you coughed and lowered your voice. 

“How do you know that?” Jisung wrung his hands together. 

“Changbinnie hyung said you were going to be over for the weekend. When I came home I saw your shoes by the door and then... well I saw your feet poking out from under the table a bit, that and Changbin hyung looked like he was about to explode.” Your face felt hot. You were so embarrassed to find out that Jisung knew the whole time that you had been under the table. Then it registered and you remembered Jisung’s actual question. 

“Wait did you ask me...” Jisung waved you off in a panic. 

“Never mind about that, sorry! I shouldn’t have suggested it! You’re my friend and I respect you and I shouldn’t have...” You couldn’t help but be endeared by his babbling. 

“Sungie do you want me to suck you off or not?” His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. 

“Words Jisungie. Do you want me to suck your cock?” He gulped hard shaking his head up and down. 

“Yes!” You tsked him. 

“Yes what Ji?”  

“YES PLEASE!” You hummed pleased and smiled at him. 

“Good boy.” You got on your knees in front of him and ran your hands up his firm thighs towards the waist band of his pants. He looked down at you with his wide hopeful eyes. You could see his pants already starting to tent from his growing erection. You slowly unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down one tooth at a time, a little whine came out of the back of Jisung’s throat and you looked up at him. 

“Aww poor Sungie, you need it bad don’t you baby?” Jisung licked his lips and nodded. 

“Please?” You smiled at him sweetly 

“You asked so nicely how could I say no?” You grabbed the waist band of Jisung’s pants and underwear and pulled both down to his ankles. His cock was hard and leaking, smooth and pretty and while not as big as Changbin’s he was not lacking. 

“Such a pretty cock Jisungie.” You praised him. 

“Really?” He sounded surprised by your compliment. 

“Oh yes Ji, pretty cock for a pretty boy.” His cheeks started turning red and you thought it was so cute. You had always thought Jisung was cute, his chubby cheeks and toothy smile. You licked your hand and wrapped your fingers around his cock. You started to stroke him slowly, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock before twisting your wrist and sliding down his shaft again. 

“Ffuck!” Jisung’s cock started leaking even more precum. 

“You’re not going to cum already are you Sungie?” You leaned forward and licked the precum off the head of his dick and he twitched in your hand hard. 

“N-nno I w-won’t please suck on it please!” The way he begged for your mouth made your body buzz with excitement and you could feel your arousal wetting your panties. You nodded and started gently sucking on the head of Jisung’s cock, slowly going further down his shaft, coating him in your saliva. Jisung gathered all your hair into a ponytail and looked down at you with your mouth full of his dick. When he hit the back of your throat and you gagged you pulled off and started jerking him off, looking up at him, your hair still held back by his hand. 

“You’re such a gentleman Jisungie, holding my hair back for me while a choke on your cock.” You hummed and took him back into your mouth bobbing your head up and down sucking, drooling, and swirling your tongue around him. 

“It’s s-so good y/n feels... Oh FUCK!” Jisung was glad the studio was soundproof because he moaned out uncontrollably when you gagged on his dick again and continued to suck him off. The grip he had on your hair tightened a bit as you repeatedly took his cock to the back of your throat, squelching, spitting, and gagging on it with pleasure before pulling off and stroking him again, harder than before. 

“You’re being so good for me Sungie. Stand up.” He did as you said although on shaky legs since you were still firmly jerking him off. He looked down at you and thought he’d died and gone to heaven. You were kneeling in front of him, blushing, your chin covered in spit and precum giving him those sparkling doe eyes. 

“Okay Jisungie, fuck my face.”  

“Excuse me what...” You giggled a little, seeing you all messy and sweet then hearing that come from your mouth short circuited something in Jisung’s brain for a moment. You repeated. 

“I said choke me with your pretty cock, make me deep throat you, hold me down on your dick until I’m gasping for air, face fuck me Ji, be good and I'll let you cum wherever you want. 

Jisung twitched uncontrollably in your hand and he got a little sparkle in his eye. 

“A-anywhere?” He asked unbelieving and you nodded, kissing the tip of his dick softly again and again. 

“That’s right baby. Now, fuck. My. Face.” You took Jisung’s cock into your mouth again and started a good rhythm then Jisung started to gently thrust into your mouth testing the waters. When you hummed in pleasure he went a little harder. Your hands came up and grabbed his ass pushing him deeper into your throat still. Jisung got the hint and started fucking your throat harder and faster. The sound of your spit and gagging, you moaning around his cock, it all made Jisung feel so lightheaded. Jisung’s grip shifted and one of his hands cradled the back of your head as the other supported your jaw. Once he had his hold adjusted he really started jamming his dick into your throat. He pulled you off and tilted your head up to look at you. You were panting, a little sweaty, covered in spit and blushing. He shoved you back onto his cock, pinched your nose closed and pushed the back of your head down until your nose was buried into the soft spot above his cock. He made several shallow thrusts, drool dripped down his cock and balls as your throat constricted over and over again around the tip of his dick while you were struggled to breathe. Jisung looked down and realized you had one of your hands down your own pants riding and fucking yourself on your fingers as Jisung choked you with his cock. He pulled you off again and spit trailed from your fucked out face to the tip of his swollen red cock. You smirked up at him. 

“Where do you want to cum Jisungie? Hmm?” You started stroking him with your free hand, your other still teasing and rubbing your clit. He bit his lip and whispered embarrassed. 

“uhon your f...” You spit on his cock and started stroking him faster and harder. 

“Sorry Sungie I can’t hear you baby. Where do you want to come?” You sucked on the tip of his dick as you continued to stroke him fast and hard, your warm wet tongue teasing. You stopped playing with your pussy and started gently playing with his balls. 

“ON YOUR FACE! GOD PLEASE LET ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR PRETTY FUCKING FACE!” You spit on Jisung’s cock again and stroked him as fast as you could, two fingers from the hand playing with his balls followed a wet trail down until you were softly fingering his perineum. You aimed his dick at your face. 

“Do it Ji paint my face with your cum baby.” The strangled moan that came from Jisung as he came almost made you climax untouched. A thick stripe of cum shot across your lips and nose, another across your cheek and one eye, another across your nose and forehead, more across your other eye, it pooled in your puckered lips as more stripes of his cum shot across your face. Your hand had crept back down into your pants again and you rubbed your throbbing wet cunt as you started to lick at the cum dripping down your face. Jisung helped wipe you off and once your face was clean again you stood and slumped back on the couch your legs spread wide.  

“Look Sungie, you made such a mess.” Your hands trailed into your pants again and you played with your pussy. Jisung crawled on the floor on all fours and his face hovered over your warm cunt while you continued to tease and finger yourself. 

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hellfire club | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> mike and dustin are begging for you to play as a stand-in for DnD at their club tonight. you accept, not wanting to watch the championship. yet, who knew arriving early and meeting hellfire’s infamous club president would ensue one hella of a night for you as well, hm?

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> smutty smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, protected sex, fingering, spitting? i also kinda have a thing for his large rings hehe)

WC -> 4,249

a/n : this is my first eddie fanfic and this man hasn’t given me a rest on my daydreaming so i had to write smut for him for the first time. deadass. T_T

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“oh, come on! one game, y/n. one game!” mike pleaded, hands clasped together as dustin was also begging, yet he was on his knees, hands clasped together also. your eyebrows were scrunched together looking at the two freshmens in utter disbelief, perhaps. you could almost laugh seeing these two little sheeps resort in begging for a game of DnD. you weren’t exactly a kind of a person in people’s eyes to play this ‘demonic’ game as the papers say. however, you were hooked, played a couple a few times with the boys. clearly, you didn’t give a shit of what some people might say about it. it was just harmless fun after all.

“get up, dustin. alright, i’ll play. just so you know, i’m still on the newbie side, alright?” their eyes lit up with such hope on it, masking over the fear after the five minutes of begging and pleading as they now erupted into cheers and thanks, trying to hug you but you moved away. it looked like your answer was the key to their sole problem and you wondered how serious was this club? “who’s the leader? of your club? seriously, getting you two to beg for someone to play in.” you asked, not liking the idea that this one upper batch was scaring the shit out of these poor kids just for a game.

“you are the most holy of the fucking holy, y/n. thank you so much.” dustin bowed, hands up like he was worshipping you. mike nudged him with his elbow as dustin yelped, stopping eventually. fearing you would change your mind.

“it’s eddie. eddie munson. he’s in your class.” mike answered, exaggerating his last words. “lucas bailed out because he had to play for the championship tonight.” mike explained, rolling his eyes, sighing as you didn’t ask why. “—but hey, eddie’s a chill dude. there’s nothing to worry about.” mike assured as dustin nodded along excitedly. you were skeptical, you heard of eddie. he was in your class yet barely you had batted an eye to him. you did heard of him, not in the good way, of course. some of your classmates bought weed from him and other things stronger than that, he’s a drug dealer and supposedly a ‘freak’. you couldn’t care less of what he is, as long as the boys were happy and safe being friends with him, you were content.

“i’m holding on to you on that, wheeler. if he’s an ass once i meet him tonight, i’m bailing as well. you got it?” you warned them. tone strict as they both curtly nodded in understanding. “alright, piss off. enjoy freshmen year.” you ushered, tone turning soft at the two as you gestured them to leave you alone, finally opening your locker for the next class.

“yes, mother! thank you!” dustin shouted as you gave him the finger before finally heading into the crowd. you shake your head at them, a grin forming on your lips as you gripped the binder in your hands. two years have passed, they still look like the same little middle school kids running towards you every single day. harrington and robin had invited you to watch the championship this night, yet you declined not really liking watching a bunch of sweaty jocks throw a ball in a laundry hoop. nancy was going as well, of course for the school paper, now leaving you alone. you didn’t really have any exciting nights these past few days, bored out of wits and your family annoying the brains out of you. so maybe, maybe you anticipated something else just this once, tonight.

•••

anticipation ran through your veins as sweat beaded the insides of your palms. your binder was hugged against your chest as you looked around the empty hallway to find no mike or dustin around. you were early, early the fact that you could hear ozzy osbourne’s voice blasting inside the club room, followed by heavy guitar streams and rhythm of the beats. so he’s a black sabbath fan? you dig some rock genre as well, more of a queen or kiss is your preference to jam along and blast it in harrington’s car though. you sighed at yourself, realizing you wasted 15 fucking minutes of waiting for the two sheeps as you already felt awkward standing in front of the door. where are they at?

fuck it. you think, rolling your eyes at yourself as you opened the door of the club room. going in, meant you had to be alone with eddie munson himself and socializing was not a strong factor of yours. dim lights showered before you, you were met with the props from every musical play that was orchestrated in the drama club and also the familiar stage lights. it was not bad, bit clustered but this hellfire club looked promising as you spotted the long table and several other necessities for the night messily laying on top. your eyes darted as the loud blast of music faded, the curly dried locks of brown hair appeared as you were now face front with eddie himself. he was jamming along, seeming to make guitar movements and banging his head like any rocker fan. huh. your heart beats, chest tightening noticing that he didn’t know you were here which meant you had to get his attention.

“munson?” you tested, raising your voice a bit. in which no response was uttered as he was still looking away from you. “eddie munson?” you raised your voice higher and tapped the table as he now jumped from his supposed throne or seat and looked to your direction. you stared at him as he as well stared directly back at you, the face of bewilderment slowly taking his expression. he’s kinda cute.

“y/l/n.” he almost shouted your last name, turning his speaker down as he arose from his seat to walk over towards you with a cheeky grin on his lips. “well, well, what the fuck are you doing at hellfire? championship’s at the other side.” he asked, arms crossed as the scent of his musty cologne hit your nose, the distance between the two of you a bit closer than intended. you looked up at him as he towered before you with now a smirk on his damn face. a little bit of a annoying prick. you thought as you broke eye contact with him, feeling a bit flustered. was he always this handsome up close?

“mike and dustin invited me. said you needed a stand-in since sinclair is at the game.” you responded, shrugging. hands fidgeting as your fingers clenched and unclenched.

“so it has. i never expected it’d be you.” he murmured, his hand raising to his chin as his fingers tapped his lips seeing his eyes roam up and down at your figure. he was observing you or probably checking you out, yet your eyes turned to see his rings gleaming under the spotlights. big hands. you noted, blushing at evident attractiveness you now realized you had for munson. and you couldn’t quiet understand how you haven’t even noticed him at all while in school. well maybe for the fact he often likes to ditch some classes so maybe that’s the reason.

“any problem?” you asked, unsure whether he had approved of you.

he hummed, smiling now as he shake his head. “nah. nah. you’re cool. henderson and wheeler picked well.” he gestured to you. one movement of his arms had your observant eyes dart to his collarbone seeing the collar of his shirt reveal a tattoo. you gulped, thighs unknowingly clenching together, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the thought of if he had more hiding under that hellfire t-shirt. shit.

“i-i’m still a bit uneasy playing with other people so maybe not too well.” you muttered, embarrassed.

“ain’t that a shame? well we can get to know each other while we’re at it, hm?” eddie suggested, a smile formed on your lips as you know damn well what you’ve just gotten yourself into. “of course, if you want to, m’lady.” he bowed with much dignity.

“i’d like that.” your voice dropped to an octave. if nancy, robin or even fucking steve and the boys were here they’d be yelling their ass off, of how your voice sounded right now. you were smitten, too smitten and you had to thank those two dweebs for pushing you to agree for this night. your binder was placed on the table, long forgotten, you couldn’t exactly count the minutes that had passed as you just talked with the guy. he spewed some jokes and some heavily introductions about himself. he was sitting on his throne as you stood before him with a smile on your face, you hadn’t expected eddie munson to be actually a chill dude as mike had said. too chill that you actually hadn’t realize your annoyance had fled.

“you were the buzz cut kid?” you laughed, asking in disbelief how he told you he didn’t looked like his style now before and that mentioned he had a killer buzz cut.

“fuck off, i rocked that buzz cut.” eddie chuckled. “and not to mention i didn’t have these sweet killer tattoos back then. so yeah, you might have not recognize me one bit until today.” he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing more as what you expected. your eyes roamed downwards, admiring the second tattoo shown before you as your eyes darted to his forearm to see one big tat. a sudden shift of movement made you look back up to his face. brown honey orbs staring back at you with same heat as your gaze was. and it clicked, your throat felt dry at the realization of the moment. you gulped, feeling the same wave of heat covered your very body. he leaned forward, still focused on your face as a smirk grazed his lips. you couldn’t exactly tell how tight it felt you were in your clothes the moment he had laid his eyes on you so intensely, erotically almost. you bit your lip, anticipation again running through your mind. the evident heat between your legs becoming so uncomfortable you could whine about how he was so slow making the first move of fucking you here and now. come on, munson.

“you like this one?” he whispered, snapping you out of your drunken trance, eyes darting to his forearm as he showed it in all it’s fucking glory. your mouth constricted, flustered seeing as his veins bulged out how he clenched his fists to show you it, looking so smug and cocky right now. you held in a breath as your eyes surveyed it, admiring how it fitted his whole style and all.

“i do.” you whispered, smiling as you bended down to his level, feeling bold enough to actually touch his tattooed skin. you felt him shiver underneath the tips of your cold fingers, tracing every line and detail up to his biceps and seeing more, making you so curious. it was your turn to smirk, satisfied. “it’s pretty cool.” you muttered, blushing before finally looking back at him to see his reaction. face so close, you hadn’t realize how much friendly space you taken up between the two of you.

“so you like tattooed dudes, huh?” he boldly asked, instead of blushing he was smirking more than ever. your cheeks heated, staring back at his brown orbs before panicking in the inside to form some response.

you stuttered. “well i— … you don’t have to know that.” you pouted, now pulling yourself back to stand. he caught your wrist, pulling you back to his level. your breath hitched, feeling the boldness radiate from him.

“you gotta answer, baby. no need to be shy.” butterflies ensued, the cold touch of his rings almost pushing you to the breaking point of kissing him. you held his gaze, trying somewhat not to show how he had this effect on you. in which, really, you swore it was very evident since the moment you smiled at him. for a moment of bliss, he had let go of your wrist, chuckling. “all jokes. so, are we cool? i gotta welcome you in the club first of all.”

you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes at him as you stood up. “yes.” you answered as he now stood up as well, his ringed hand before you as he smiled.

“perfect.” he muttered, his eyes seeming to hold a glint in them still staring into yours. you tilt your head up a bit, cheeks feeling so hot as he took a step closer. you were so sure you thought he had understood the points of your mindless flirting, anticipation was coursing through your veins as you accepted his hand in a firm grip. now looking at him with battering eyelashes and doe lustful eyes as he understood now. “welcome to hellfire, baby.”

in one swift moment, he leaned in and crashed his lips to yours. rough and demanding as you encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down for more. you were so greedy as you tried to map out every shape of his mouth onto yours. his hands went to your hips as he squeezed them experimentally. you moaned, the heat in your legs pressed against his, chest pressed together as your breasts rubbed against his broad chest. you panted, desperately needing some form of friction from him. he groaned between your lips as he guided the two of you to his rightful throne. your thighs were placed either side of hips, clothed cunt above his crotch, hands now roaming his clothed chest.

“eager, eager y/n.” eddie chuckled, biting the bottom of your lip as you gasped feeling his two large hands cup your ass, roughly yanking them down to grind yourself on his lap. “you think i haven’t seen the way your fucking thighs were rubbing every moment we were talking, hm? getting all so worked-up for me, baby?” he whispered, peppering sloppy kisses against your jaw as you mewled at the sensation, your head tilting back as he gladly latched his teeth on your exposed neck. he nipped, sucked, you let him leave marks, not caring at the moment as you felt his hard prick grow harder at every second he was teasing you.

“eddie.” your hands gripped his shaggy hair as he let out a surprising moan. “please.” you begged, wanting more than to take of your clothes off, to feel his skin on yours and his cock inside of you. you could not wait any second as he shifted under you, breath hot against your cheek as he pecked it before slapping your ass, making you arch your back a bit.

“on the floor, y/n. come on, i’d eat the shit out of you first, beautiful.” he mutters, tapping your thighs. you held no protest as the desperation between your legs were begging for him to touch them now. your ass thumped as you laid on the floor, sprawled with eagerness in your eyes as you shrugged off the bottom of your clothes. he kneeled down, admiring the way how you looked right now. he yanked the article of clothing and tossed it of somewhere before setting his eyes to his wrapped prize between your legs.

“look at you. such desperation isn’t good.” he teased and chuckled, fingers gripping harshly the flesh of your inner thighs. you bit your lip seeing as he laid promising kisses slowly, easing his way up as he fan his breath against your dripping core. his eyes were wide-blown, pupils dilated, pussy drunken at the sight of a wet spot on the center of your cotton panties. he licked his lips, looking up for a moment as he saw you as the same as his. waiting, eyes hazy, waiting for him to devour the shit out of you. he grinned, his hand wrapped firmly above your hips, trapping you as he practically ripped off the obstacle of clothing. you yelped, feeling the fabric pull against your skin, his hot breaths now directly fanning against your pussy as eddie stared at it for a moment. his heart thumped and his cock screamed, you watch as he spat on his ringed fingers and proceeded to roughly shove in two digits into your awaiting cunt. you almost screamed yet held yourself back, gripping the brown locks as your thighs clenched his face.

“munson! oh my god.” you slurred, back arching like a cat. with much so eagerness, he pressed a loving kiss near your core before indulging himself as he licked a trip at your entrance, making you mewl. euphoria flowed through every vein inside your body, hands still gripping tightly the brown locks of his hair. your eyes closed feeling every lap of his wet tongue lavish your needy pussy, dripping hot, wet and obscene as you grind yourself on his face. he gave every lick as he circled your clit with a moan, loving the way how you tasted, tart on his tongue and so very much giddy how you were enjoying it from up there.

“so fucking good. taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” he praised, curling his fingers making you whine. the familiar knot in your stomach slowly started to form as he continued to finger fuck you while lapping like a starved man making you clench so hard, ready to come. with every lick, every pump of his fingers, his cold rings touching your entrance, you felt it slowly building as you arched your back more making your ass lift up a bit in the air. eddie growled, his large arm above your hips as he slammed you back down roughly before detaching his whole mouth out with a wet pop, and fingers pulled out from your needy pussy.

“eddie! no, no, please—“ your eyes watered, your high was coming and he denied it with amusement in his face. you watch, with whining noises escaping your mouth as you opened your legs to show him your deprived pussy. “please…”

“you’re not coming until you come on my cock, you got it?” he licked his fingers clean, evident of your arousal coating the tips of his fingers to his large rings. you nodded, your pupil blown eyes staring at him, how holy he looked as he fumbled with his jeans and grabbed something from his pocket. “knew i’d use it.” he smiles to himself, fishing out the condom, flashing it towards you with a cheeky grin before he proceeded to pull down the zipper making you laugh for a moment. eddie winked at you, adoration in his eyes as he leaned down before your frame as he kissed you finally. you groaned at the sensation, your hands greedily raking his back before pulling his shirt up a bit to feel his soft skin. your fingertips glided, moaning between his lips as you felt his tip nudge your clit.

“stop it with the slowburn, i’m dying here.” you complained, grinding your core up to rub on his bare cock and taking a quick peep to see how fucking big he is. his cock was generously big in girth, huge as ever. tip was flushing bright red and you wondered how the fuck your cunt could take a champ like that for a moment.

“patience now.” he murmured, hands braced at the side of your face as he finally took you so slowly. he entered, with experimental strokes as he growled at the sensation of your warm walls welcoming him. “sweet baby jesus. fucking hell.” he groaned out, forehead pressed against yours as sweat coiled your still clothed bodies. one of his hands were tightly gripping your hips as the other leverage himself. he started a pace, trying to get every reaction and noise out of you as he lovingly stared in your eyes. you stared back at him, lips pouty and red from his lavish attentions. you could feel it, the same feeling of butterflies inside your tummy as you arched feeling his cock rub every wall inside your cunt.

“it feels so good.” you praised, pecking his lips as your nails dig the flesh of his broad back. he growled, catching your lips again as he started to pound harder, your legs were sprawled open, ass barely touching the ground as he continued to thrust mercilessly with no intention of stopping. his hair brush against your face as you hold onto him tightly, his thrust getting sloppier by the minute. he knew it, knew the spot he hit as he hit it repeatedly as you sobbed at the overstimulating feeling.

“such a good cunt. so fucking good, all pretty for me. good fucking pussy, all mine, mine, mine—“ he messily spew praises against your lips, your walls clamped hard, your high nearing as ever. he groaned loudly, hissing as he buried his face at the crook of your neck. his thrusts almost pushed you up at such power as his cock nudge the spot over and over again. you gasped, heart fluttering, eyes rolling back as hot white sparks made you whine loudly. you grind up, catching the amazing orgasm as eddie fucking moaned. the hard rock music in the backgrounded faded as you heard him mutter every word he could muster before finally coming with one hard stroke of his dick. he gasped as well, spilling himself inside the condom, your gummy walls milking him out as guitar streams grew louder as ever. you panted, not minding his death grip on your hips. you softly caressed his sweaty back, coaxing him out of his high. his breath was hot against your neck, making you rub your face on his frizzy locks. he smelled good, good that the scent of sex was now overwhelming the air around the two of you.

“i think my knees gave out. shit, fuck—“ eddie suddenly spoke, groaning, still inside of you. “best fucking sex, goddamn.”

“i know.” you lazily grinned as he lifted himself up. “what a way to welcome me in, munson.” you smiled, joking as he huffed and laughed. you were still a bit shaking as eddie helped you up to sit. he tossed your pants back as you gladly thanked him. a moment of silence enveloped the two of you as he finally looked presentable, hair still sweaty on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed and you admired him for being so cute, reminding you he had just fucked you to the oblivion. he caught your stare, smiling as pecked your lips.

“it’s not too late to actually ask you out, is it?” eddie asked, voice low and shy. you stared at him, mouth a bit open as your tummy churn in excitement. “so, would you like me to take you out for dinner after this? that cheesy thing people do and maybe we can also— you know.”

“i would love to.” you answered quickly, you already liked him and there’s was no intention you had just wanted the sex and all.

“fuck. okay. i’m a bit awkward with all of this. this is cool.” you laughed seeing him so bashful, you grabbed his shirt to kiss him one more time. his lips moulded over yours, slow and sensational, perfect it was. you broke away, patting his chest before proceeding to find your shredded undergarment and to find it nowhere. you panicked, the realization of mike, dustin and the others were now on your mind as you frantically searched for it. hoping, it wasn’t laying somewhere that they’ll see it as you just pulled your pants up for your modesty. you suddenly looked up to the cheeky bastard, seeing some amusement behind his eyes as he watched you.

you glared. “where’s my panties, eddie?”

mike and dustin were scared seeing no sign of you in the hallway. they were scared knowing eddie would freak out if they didn’t have sub tonight. “where the fuck is y/n?” dustin asked, voice trembling. fearing you bailed on them.

“i don’t fucking know! shit.” mike sighed as they spotted the other three members of hellfire coming in now. they collected themselves, taking deep breaths as they followed in. praying to the gods eddie wasn’t revved up as usual. your voice followed their ears, dustin eyes were wide at the scene as mike followed his gaze to see you sat down on the table in-front of eddie, happily chatting with their leader. who, in fact, looked so giddy as well making their eyes wide.

“you’re early, y/n.” dustin called you out, his nervousness slowly dying from his system. you turned your head to the boys, smiling as eddie’s hand was resting on your thigh as you stood up from your place. “too early, in fact.” dustin added, shifting his gaze between munson and you suspiciously.

“i am. i was just welcomed into hellfire.” you winked at them. mike grimaced as dustin nodded unknowingly.

“and we we’re just getting to know each other very well. ain’t that right, baby?” eddie added, smiling widely. you looked down to him, eyes slightly widening as he flashed your ripped panties before you, it was tucked safely inside his pocket. he had a devilish glint in his eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips. teasing you so bad. fucking bastard. you thought, thighs clenching again, fearing the boys knew what happened now.

but, at least that it was indeed one hella of a night for you and him.

i am a slut for eddie. <3

[mirkwoodmunson]

eat your lunch

eddie munson x f!y/n

815 words

eddie has a hard time calming down when he’s in one of his loud-mouthed moods, until you cram some food in his mouth for some peace and quiet.

contains: fluff, goofs, hellfire club, established relationship, jason carver, chrissy cunningham, pre-s4 tw: cursing, food mention/eating/forced eating but in a lighthearted way, playful hitting a/n: very short lil thang completely inspired by this post that i love and have been thinking about all day i love it so much i love goofy eddie. nate is just a random name for the one hellfire member they decided not to name for whatever reason :/ disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online

Jesus fucking Christ he was really on one today.

Lucky for you all you were desensitized to it, half the school’s eyes drawn to the Hellfire club, drawn to the nerdy metalhead strutting proudly along the tabletop, giving his performance of the day. One of many, actually. Earlier in the hallway with you he had raised his arms to the ceiling, tipped his head back, and bellowed,

“FELLOWS OF THE HALLWAY!! PLEASE PART YOURSELVES — AS THE RED SEA PARTED BEFORE MOSES — FOR THIS GORGEOUS CREATURE IS ABOUT TO GRACE YOUR PRESENCE AND MUST PASS!! DO NOT LOOK UPON HER!! THOSE UNWORTHY SHALL BURST INTO FLAAAAME~!!”

Again, you were used to it. Before, when you were very first subjected to this type of torment, you would’ve been beating his arm and hiding your face, hissing at him to knock it off.

Now you just, roll your eyes. The crowd does part — mainly due to the weirdo screeching at them — but you reach up and grab one of Ed’s hands and drag him along behind you while his free arm still praises the heavens.

“SHE BLESSES ME WITH HER HEALING TOUCH!! I AM CLEANSED, I TELL YOU, CLEANSED!!”

Now, at lunch, you all munched and engaged in idle chatter amongst yourselves, having to raise your voices every now and then when Eddie got particularly loud. Dustin slides you half of a Cosmic Brownie, and you slide him back a single Twinkie like it’s a high-stakes deal going down — Lucas nudging his arm for half of that. Mike scribbles out a letter to Eleven. Gareth drums pencils on the edge of the table while Jeff and Nate grunt, engaged in an arm wrestling competition — which Eddie steps over every time he makes a lap.

“Dusty, honey, chew your food,” you comment softly as Eddie breezes between the two of you, brow puckered, as the boy practically swallows the Twinkie whole, Lucas groaning in defeat as he misses out on a taste of the golden treat.

“—buncha ball-bouncing pretty boys with sticks up your butts!!” Eddie exclaims as he addresses the table of jocks. That’s where you groan, eyes sliding shut as a chip drops from between your fingers. The others have tight lips, now shifting their eyes down, as Jason Carver meets Eddie’s challenge.

“Don’t think I asked, freak!” The blonde boy spits, standing from his table where Chrissy Cunningham attempts to pull him back down.

“Oh jeeeeeze,” Dustin groans, sinking down in his seat.

Sure, it was all fun and games and business as usual when Eddie was just, talking. Just loudly speaking his mind about whatever was bothering him about society that day. But when he got Jason riled up too, the fun quickly got sucked out of it, and things would get heated rather quickly. You notice Lucas giving you a look that says ‘please make him stop’ but you hold up your hands, snorting.

“Hey, that’s like waking someone up from sleepwalking. He might go feral.”

“He is feral!” Mike drops his pencil, unable to even try to continue concentrating as Eddie’s and Jason’s voices get louder and louder.

You all look over at the sound of impact, Eddie hopping down heavily from the table and immediately he and Jason getting into each other’s faces, Chrissy still trying to tug Jason’s arm. You make eye contact with her, and she rolls her head in exasperation, her look deeply apologetic. You nod at her and then stand up, grabbing Eddie by the scruff of his t-shirt.

He doesn’t protest, or pull or turn away, instead following your tugging with backwards steps as he jabs a finger in Jason’s direction, their words still heated but it seemed like they were starting to run out of fuel.

“Pansy-ass ball-jockey!!” Eddie throws a final insult as you toss him into his chair, slapping down his pointing hand as you drop back into your own. Chrissy settles her partner as well, keeping him turned away and getting him calmed down.

“Oookay okay okay,” you coo, picking up a handful of pretzel bits and stuffing them into Eddie’s mouth, holding the back of his head. He grumbles as he chews them, grumpy and agitated but starting to calm down as you practically mother him into returning to a docile state.

“Theeere ya go,” you coo again, more mockingly as you grin, satisfied with his silence. You pick up half your sandwich, gesturing to Eddie,

“Now shut up n’ eat your lunch, Munson. Wind-down time.”

The others at the table give you approving nods, grinning over the antics between their friends.

He sighs heavily and crosses his arms, chewing and grumbling still, but much calmer now. Whenever he throws a dirty glance at the jocks you simply hold up more food to him, smiling when he visibly softens every time and lets you feed him.

[himbopatrol]

Cherry Bomb // a Steve Harrington Love Story

Danny Henderson, looks like a punk, can be found at any underage disco. Snorts when she laughs, mom doesn't know she sneaks out, loves her little brother and will defend him with her life, when the song tarzan boy comes out in April of 85' it will become her favorite song, but don't tell anyone. "You look like you just rolled out of bed" "I did" Has a bad habit of smoking that she tries to keep secret from Dustin, but ultimately fails. Is a "cool girl" but also gets her face smashed into a locker, don't worry the smasher will have their head down a flushing toilet by next period. Get's straight A's, and is a star softball player. Oh, and is hopelessly, desperately, disgustingly, head over heels in love with Steve Harrington.

Moments in time and space usually between Danielle "Danny" Henderson and Steve Harrington

originally posted here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Warnings: smut (eventual), sexual tension, lots of swearing, some stereotypical rude 80s teens, typical stranger things blood/gore, sloooooow buuurrrrnnn, i don't proofread

Minors Do Not Interact!

A slow work in progress, thank you for your support and patience. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten Below // word count 6,279

Chapter Ten: Baby

Wednesday May 15th, 1985 around 4:00 P.M. 

It was a blisteringly hot late afternoon on the Hawkins High softball field where the team was currently practicing a play through. The sprinklers ticked in the distance at the baseball field where the little league was practicing. Danny stood, her hand leaning on the metal bat, her hip jutted out. She chewed at her cheek, watching the field and the other girls. Steve had, so far and somehow, went unnoticed as he held onto the chainlink fence, his nose pressed against the cold metal. He came by to talk to Danny, but stopped to watch. Steve Harrington had been to every game he could manage to get to of Danny’s since freshman year, but he would never admit to that. He used to make it a point to keep out of sight of Danny and anyone that might make fun of him for simply being there, like Tommy or Carol. But sneaking around every game just to watch a girl you didn’t know very much didn’t mean anything, right? 

Danny was up to bat. Steve didn’t care to think about how many times his eyes flicked from where she was hitting, to her ass, the softball pants weren’t helping. Suddenly the ball left the pitcher's hand and there was a loud smack as Danny swung, instantly throwing the bat behind and dashing to first base. From the years of essentially spying on Danny, he knew that she was the fastest and the most reckless player on the team. She had made it to first base practically in the blink of an eye. The next girl was up to bat, a powerhouse hitter, Steve smirked, watching Danny lead off the base, watching the pitcher intently. As her arm swang, Danny was at second base. When the next ball was hit Danny made a run for it, flying over third base and diving home with a smile plastered to her face. 

Without thinking Steve cheered, “Way to go Danny!” 

Danny whipped her head around as she dusted herself off, her eyes widening, “Steve?” She jogged up to the fence, “What are you doing here?” Steve ignored the way her fingers felt brushing against his own as she clung to the chainlink fence. From behind Danny came some whistling and kissing sounds. One even shouted over Get some Danny!

“Oh,” Steve said, thinking, “Just came by to ask, um,” Steve ducked his head, he thought this would be easier. “Well, if you…if you…shit,” Steve knew he was beet red. 

“What Steve?” Danny asked through a small chuckle. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, waiting in anticipation. Steve thought for a moment, he didn’t know if he could physically or emotionally handle rejection from Danny Henderson. 

He looked into her eyes, his own switching between her eyes and smiling mouth, the top of her wrinkled nose. “I was wondering if,” he averted his eyes, suddenly very interested in his shoes. He scrunched his face, “did you need a ride home today?” Shit, you idiot. 

“You came here, to ask… if I needed a ride home?” Danny’s smile faded. “I mean shit, sure, Harrington, I guess I just assumed I already had one with you,” her hands fell to her side, and onto her hips. “Why? You got some hot date?” She asked, clearly irritated. 

“What? No! I just wanted to make sure you weren't like going home with Eddie or something. I mean, c’mon, I saw you guys hanging out earlier, so…I just thought. Maybe you were gonna go over there, and,” Jesus Harrington, shut up. 

 “And what? Get high? Spend the night and screw?” Danny asked, loud enough for her team to hear. Steve cringed, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Steve tried to explain. 

“I know what you meant,” Danny began to stomp away. 

“C’mon Danny! You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Steve chased her along the fence. “C’mon baby, let me drive you home,” the words just slipped out of his mouth. Danny stopped, turned, and rounded the fence, coming face to face with Steve. 

“You’ve made one thing clear just now, I am not your baby,” Danny pressed her hands against Steve’s chest and shoved him back. Steve stumbled back, he knew she was holding back, he knew she could push harder, punch, bite, and kick. She was holding back. “Ya know, maybe you can give Tammy a ride home, I mean I saw you two in study hall together, no really, you’re cute together, why don’t you add her to the list?” Danny spat, she regretted the words instantly. Steve felt his heart tighten, he held back tears from welling. 

“Okay,” came the tired voice of their team captain, Stacy, “that’s enough,” she grabbed the back of Danny’s collar and dragged her into the dugout. Danny grumbled as her teammates tried to give her words of reassurance. 

“We for sure thought he was gonna ask you to prom Danny,” Hannah S. said. Danny glared at her. 

“He’s an idiot to not have,” Carmen piped up. 

“Yeah dude, sorry about all that, man the worst breakups are the ones where they weren’t even dating,” Sofia added. 

“Guys!” Yelped Stacy, “give her some room.” 

“God, this sucks,” Danny choked, the girls around her patting her back. “And he looked so hot,” she gasped back a sob, her hands flying to her face. The other girls continued to comfort her. “I mean, did you see his arms?” She sobbed, her voice muffled. 

“Yeah,” Stacy spoke in solidarity. 

Stacy had given Danny a ride home and a free lecture on why she shouldn’t be concerned with boys to begin with and focus on softball and grades. Danny tried to take it to heart, she was just looking out for her. 

Danny laid faced down on her bed, face smushed into her pillow. There was a creak in the floor coming from the hallway. “Are you okay?” Dustin asked from her doorway. Danny threw up a silent thumbs up. She felt the bed shift from Dustin’s weight. With some hesitation, Dustin rested his hand on her back. “Is it Steve?” Danny attempted at some response, but Dustin couldn’t understand her, but he got the gist. “Look Steve, Steve is cool, like really cool, I think some people underestimate his coolness…but you’re cooler, at least I think so,” Dustin attempted to comfort. Danny rose as if suddenly possessed, her eyeliner staining her face. “You’re the coolest big sister anyone could want. You play Dungeons and Dragons! You’re a sick artist, and you listen to badass music. Look I love Steve, but he must be a total idiot if makes you feel like this.” 

“But it was me,” Danny cried. “I was mean, I shouldn’t have said what I said, he doesn’t deserve that! I just wanted him to ask me to prom!” She sobbed, her head falling into Dustin’s shoulder, soaking his sweatshirt with snot and tears, Dustin held back a grimace. 

“I knew this would happen, I warned him,” Dustin chided. Danny sat back up, glaring at her little brother through smeared makeup. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, around last Halloween, I told him to be nice, because it would be torture if he did something you didn’t like,” Dustin explained. 

“You shithead,” Danny laughed. 

“I also swore him to secrecy of the conversation,” Dustin smiled. 

“Yeah and you broke your part of the deal apparently.” 

Danny sat freshly showered in her pajamas on the floor of her room. A D&D book in hand, mindlessly flipping through, staring at the drawings. Her sketchbook lay forgotten and open next to her. A drawing she had been working on of Steve facing up. He was sat on a park bench, sweaty and beautiful, just as always. Outside it was now dark and it had begun to rain, the first of many summer storms to come. All evening she thought of calling Steve, but her stubbornness forbade her from doing so. 

Danny looked up as her Cramps tape began to skip. Danny reached over to whack her tape deck, it continued to skip, so she continued to hit. Distracted by the dying tape and fogged by the tapping of hard rain, Danny didn’t notice that Steve Harrington had opened her bedroom window. But she did hear the creak in the floor as his foot stepped down. Danny rushed upwards, tape deck in hand, ready to throw. Steve’s eyes widened as he let the window slip, with only half of his body inside the window came down hard on his rounded back and head. The smile that Steve had due to his success of sneaking in quickly faded into a scowl. “Steve!” Danny yelped, nearly jumping out of her skin, hand flying to clutch her chest. She dropped her tape deck, probably too hard. Steve’s hands flew to the back of his head and his toes curled in his sneakers. 

“Ow,” he squeaked. 

“Steve, what are you doing?” Danny asked, dashing over to pull him out of the window sill. Together, Steve pushed his way into Danny’s room, careful to catch the window and set it down gently. 

“Picking you up,” he replied nonchalantly. 

“Hm?” Danny raised her eyebrow. 

“For Tina’s party,” Steve said again like it was obvious. There was a pregnant pause, “And I’m also here to apologize for being an asshole.” 

“But– she has got to stop having parties on weekdays – but earlier,” Danny looked up at Steve. He looked back down at her with his kind eyes and his simply sweet smile. “Oh god, Steve, no, I’m sorry, I should have never said those things about Tammy or Eddie, I’m the asshole,” Danny could cry. 

“No, no,” Steve waged his finger, “I’m the asshole,” he said through a grin. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he added. But, he knew what was wrong with him. “You’re a terrific girl, person, and I shouldn’t judge what you do or-or who you do, or who you’re not doing? Look,” Steve paused, letting his head fall. His fingers played with her finger tips at her sides. “I’m sorry, could you please forgive me, the last few hours have been torture for me,” he pleaded with his big brown eyes. 

“Only if you forgive me.” 

“I’d be an idiot not too,” he smiled. “Now, personally, I think you look great, like totally hot, but is that what you’re wearing to Tina’s super cool and hip party?” Steve bit his cheek, trying to hold back a laugh. Danny quickly looked down at her spacey and torn apart t-shirt and her plaid shorts. 

“You think I should change? I thought this kinda made a statement like I’d rather be sleeping than at this lame party, ” Danny retorted. 

“Well if that’s what you’re going for, then you nailed it,” Steve replied. 

“I should probably change, huh?” 

“I mean at least shoes, it is raining, but I am more than happy to carry you out that window and into my car, and then into Tina’s house, though I’d prefer it if you could give me a break once in the house, I’m not Superman. I mean I’m strong, just not superhuman strong ya’ know?” Steve joked as he sat with a heavy thud on Danny’s bed. Danny quickly kicked her sketchbook under her bed before he could notice it. 

“Right, I’ll change, stud,” Danny replied. 

“Hey, this song is relatable,” Steve said, noticing the music, Danny hadn’t noticed that it had stopped skipping. It was playing Let’s Get Fucked Up, Lets get fucked up, let’s do some stuff, and get fucked up, 

“I kinda figured I wouldn’t be going to the party, I have no idea what to wear,” Danny called, her head halfway buried in her dresser. 

“You always look good, I wouldn’t stress about it,” Steve leaned back, bracing himself on his palms. Beneath his fingers he felt the material of not a comforter. Steve glanced down and then back up. His head whipped back down after it registered to him what he had seen. A pair of black lacy underwear were practically in his grasp. Danny’s black lacy underwear. He looked back at Danny who was still drowning in her dresser. He pushed his fingers down, inspecting the fabric. He let out a heavy sigh as he pushed the panties aside, attemping to ignore them, but the feeling was burned into his fingertips. Clothes were flying left and right, some hitting Steve directly in the face. He leaned down to pick up some shirts, gently folding them back into place and setting them aside. “The rains made it kinda cold outside, be sure to wear a jacket or something,” Steve politely pointed out. 

Danny turned with a pile of clothes held tightly to her chest. “Okay,” she said in a hurry as she rushed into her bathroom, leaving the door half open. 

“Danny there's no rush! Really!” Steve collected the rest of her trashed wardrobe and folded them as well. Hands shoved in his pocket Steve did his usual inspection routine of wandering around Danny’s room. He stared at the pictures above her bedside table, dozens of polaroids of the kids, Dustin, Nancy, Eddie, a couple old ones of Barb, and of himself. Plenty of photos of himself, with an arm around Danny or just by himself. His eyes shifted downwards towards a book, The Return of the King, sticking out of it was what looked like another polaroid. And Steve’s curiosity got the better of him. Gingerly, he lifted the book, his fingers pushing it open. His breath hitched when he saw the photo inside that was being used as a bookmark. It was of him from a few months back, taken during spring break. Him, Danny, and the kids had gone to the lake for the day, picnic and swimsuits packed. In the picture, Steve is squinting at the camera with a toothy smile on his face, his hair damp, spots of water and sand sticking to his tan skin in his soaked swim trunks. 

“Steve?” Danny called from her bathroom, making Steve jump and slam the book shut. Steve wondered what else he would be able to find in Danny’s room without interruption or a conscience. 

“Yeah?” He responded. 

“Can you, um, grab me a bra?” 

“Uh huh,” Steve answered, coming back to reality upon that particular request. Steve eyed her dresser, he slowly made his way over, his hands ghosting over the knobs. He pulled the drawer open. Steve almost had a heart attack at the sudden sight of all the bras and panties mixed in with socks and pajamas. His hands hovered over the variety of colors and materials. “Um, which one?” Steve stuttered out. 

“Doesn’t matter.” 

Steve scanned over the choices, a handful of lacy white ones, a couple black ones, a pretty pink frilly one, a leopard one that he bet Eddie would love - if he didn’t already - and finally, his eyes landed on a blue one, making his stomach turn. With a mostly sheer material, the underwire a darker blue. A tiny bow rested in the center where the cups met. Steve took it out, sneaking a peak at the size. He held on tightly as he entered her bathroom, so distracted from keeping his eyes glued to the bra, he forgot to announce his arrival. He looked up, met with Danny without a shirt, but one pressed to her chest with one hand. “Shit sorry,” Steve mumbled, “here.” Before Steve could leave the bathroom, Danny was turned around, the shirt pooled at her feet, clipping the bra on. Steve managed to get out some garbled incoherent sentences in protest. Steve turned into the doorway, tearing his eyes away from the mirror. As he worked on not picturing his best friend's breasts, keeping in mind his other best friend's sister's breasts, Danny pushed past him in the doorway, her t-shirt back in hand, pressing against him as she did. She had a pair of blue jeans that Steve immediately recongized, a pair of jeans he thanked God for. Steve was in for it now, with the thick denim melted to her rear. Steve attempted to push his rushing, blood red thoughts to the back of his mind. Danny tossed on her t-shirt, it was her black “D.A.R.E'' t-shirt. She had gotten it at a school assembly. Over that, she put on her worn out jean jacket. 

Steve helped Danny out the window, always the gentleman, holding out his hand as she stepped down from the window sill. He ran over to the passenger side to open the door, and made sure she was buckled in. Danny had stopped buckling altogether after discovering Steve would do it for her. Steve had snagged Danny’s Cramps tape to keep listening whilst in the car. 

Steve pulled up to Tina’s, “I mean honestly it’s 10 o’clock on a school night, what are they thinking?” Danny scoffed. 

“Okay grandma, you were the one who wanted to go initially,” Steve retorted. 

Danny glanced over at Steve, “Look I’m judging myself on this one too, I don’t know what I’m thinking either,” Danny explained as she undid her seat belt. “Besides there's Eddie’s van, and I’m dying for a smoke.” 

Steve exited his car, shutting the door, “Does Edward know that you use him for drugs?” 

“Yes.” 

“Oh, okay,” Steve mumbled. 

Danny glanced up at Steve as they walked side by side, her shoulder bumping into his arm, thinking carefully of the venomous words about to escape her lips, “Ya’ know I used to use him for more than his weed, like D&D and other stuff.” 

Steve smiled, knowing she was teasing, “And did the other stuff start with a “d” too?” 

“Oh yeah,” Danny teased with a nod. 

“Drugs, dick, and Dungeons and Dragons,” Steve laughed. “Do you think you have enough “d” in your life, Danny, ” Steve leaned in close to make his point. 

“I am actually missing more of those than I care to admit,” Danny laughed along, as she opened the front door, passing a dozen or so drunk teens, hiding under the porch from the rain still pouring. 

Steve kept his eyes on Danny, his head turned towards her, “Right, well one of those things I could–” 

“Stevie!” 

Steve was suddenly sent stumbling back as Tammy Thompson threw her arms around him, her legs finding their way around his waist. Steve let out a hardy “oft” as his back thudded against the closed door. 

“Stevie?” Danny grimaced. “Who calls you Stevie?” Danny shoved her hands in her pockets. 

“I do, silly!” Tammy proclaimed, beginning to pepper Steve’s face with quick kisses, making Danny sick to her stomach. 

“Tammy, Tammy, Tammy, okay-okay, off,” Steve wrestled with the drunk girl as Danny left the scene, on the hunt for Eddie. After asking a group of people smoking if they had seen Eddie and them directing her upstairs, she was making her way to him. 

Stomping up the stairs, Danny kept her eyes glued to the floor so she didn’t notice that she was about to bump into her friend. Her body stopped with a sudden thud, hands grabbing her shoulders. “Shit, sorry–” 

“Hey baby,” Eddie smiled, laying on so much sugar, Danny practically got a cavity hearing it. 

“I am not your baby,” she replied sternly, poking a finger into his chest, pushing past him. Eddie was quick to follow on her tail. 

“Whoa, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Eddie asked, before quickly spotting Tammy practically crawling on Harrington from below. “Or should I say who?” Eddie was stopped in his tracks when Danny whipped around, toe to toe, a mean scowl plastered on her face. “Okay, okay, sorry, forget I mentioned it,” he threw his hands up in defense. 

“I need a smoke,” Danny spoke, more to the universe than her friend/drug dealer, Eddie. She slipped into an unoccupied bedroom, Eddie trailing behind. Danny jumped onto Tina’s parents bed, letting her weight loose and arms above her head. Eddie silently closed the door behind him. 

“Well, I’ve got just the thing,” Eddie responded, tossing a bag of weed next to Danny, dropping to his knees and taking out rolling papers. Danny sat up, dramatically, pulled open the bag and inhaled deeply. Her hand quickly found cash inside her pocket, she proceeded to shove that money into Eddie’s breast pocket. Eddie looked down at what she was doing as he grabbed the bag. “You don’t pay me?” He questioned sweetly, brows furrowed. 

“I should,” Danny replied simply. 

“I would disagree, but I won’t complain,” Eddie shrugged. “So Tammy Thompson?” Eddie quickly eyed Danny, knowing she was glaring. “Poor Danny,” Eddie pouted. 

“Shut up and roll,” Danny instructed. 

“Yes mommy,” Eddie responded. 

“You pig,” Danny scoffed. 

“So, lovers quarrel?” 

“We got into a fight after school today,” Danny stated. 

“About Tammy?” Eddie asked, carefully crushing the substance and packing it into the rolling papers. 

“And you.” 

“Little ol’ me? I’m flattered,” Eddie grinned. 

“I think I was putting words into his mouth though,” Danny explained. 

“I can think of a few things you’d rather put in Steve Harrington’s mouth,” Eddie raised his eyebrow as he licked the paper. Danny stared at him, eyebrow raised, Eddie coughed. “Right, sorry,” he let out a small laugh. “I don’t know about that, he still stares when he sees us hanging out, he doesn’t like me,” he placed the joint in his mouth and took out his lighter. 

“That’s not true,” Danny protested. 

“Yeah it is,” Eddie’s voice muffled from lighting the smoke. “Not necessarily me, but the threat of me I suppose,” Eddie inhaled before handing the joint to Danny. 

“You’re not so scary,” Danny huffed. 

“He’s scared I still like you, that you still like me, that we’re gonna sleep together,” Eddie explained, taking a seat next to Danny. 

“I’m just his friend, he doesn’t like me like that,” she paused, realizing she wasn’t actively denying her own feelings for Steve. “I don’t like him like that either!” 

“Yeah right, and I’ve never smoked before,” Eddie scoffed. “Look Danny, we both know you’ve got it bad for our King Steve downstairs. And, at least I know, from the way he looks like he wants to eat you, he’s got it real bad for you. Steve is too much of a gentlemen, he’s waiting for you to ask him to fuck your brains out,” Eddie explained nonchalantly. Danny coughed out a puff of smoke. 

“He is not,” Danny gasped. 

“Shit yeah he is,” Eddie retorted, “I see the way he looks at you, same way I do–did.” 

Danny looked up at Eddie, “Eddie,” she warned. 

Eddie threw his hands up, “Don’t worry, I know it’s not gonna happen, but believe me sweetheart, Steve wants you, shit, he probably needs you, and you clearly need him too,” Eddie paused. “And I don’t just mean like sexually–” 

Danny cringed, “Ew.”

“Shove it,” Eddie elbowed her. “I mean you also just need each other, you need to be friends, dating, or whatever, that’s obvious, meant for each other and stuff.” 

“I don’t know Eds, he’s a ladies man, all the girls love him, everyone loves him, he’s not afraid to go after who or what he wants. He wanted Nancy, he got her, wouldn’t he have said something by now?” Danny said miserably. 

“No, you scare him that’s all, because if you reject him, you’re not only saying you don’t love him back–which you do, don’t deny it– and that ultimately your friendship would be over,” Eddie replied. 

“I don’t think we’d stop being friends.” 

“It wouldn’t be the same. Steve was never friends with Nancy, this is different. And before he couldn’t say anything ‘cause you hung out with people like me and he hung out with people like Tommy H and Carol, ‘ya know, assholes,” Eddie took a long hit and paced the joint to Danny. 

“Before?” Danny questioned. 

“Before you were friends, he liked you then too.” 

“What!?” 

“Jesus H Christ! Are you really that blind Henderson?” Eddie exclaimed. 

“He hated me!” Danny yelled back. 

“Oh please, that was all an act. He’s always had it for you, freshmen year we all had writing and algebra together, he stared at you all fuckin’ class, it was sickening, I mean, so did I,” Eddie explained. “A few times, when we would be in pairs or groups, he was a nervous wreck around, before he knew how to hide behind being a dick all the time.” 

“But I’ve had a crush on him since then,” Danny groaned, falling back into the bed. 

“That was also obvious,” Eddie laughed, falling down next to her. 

“How come you know all this?” Danny turned, smiling at Eddie. 

“I am very observant,” he explained happily. 

“I can’t believe you won’t be graduating with me,” Danny spoke softly. Eddie looked up at the ceiling. “You’re destined for something so much greater than high school man.” 

“Like what?” 

“Being on stage, in front of thousands of people cheering your name.” 

“Now that’s a nice thought, but I don’t think so,” Eddie sighed. 

“Well you better start thinking Munson, cause it’s true, you’re a star, a star among the dust that is Hawkins, Indiana,” Danny joined Eddie in looking at the ceiling. 

“Are you high?” Eddie asked through a smile. 

“Very much so, but don’t let that make you think differently on what I’ve said, cause it’s all true. You better graduate next year, or I’m gonna kick your ass.” 

Eddie chuckled, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Pervert,” Danny elbowed him. 

A loud knock came from the closed and forgotten door, “Danny! Danny! Are you in there?” Came the concerned voice of the one and only Steve Harrington. Danny quickly got up to open the door, Steve stood up against the doorframe, his forearm resting on it near his head, taking up too much space. “There you are,” he sighed with relief. His hands quickly found her shoulders, squeezing them gently, Danny’s cheeks burned. “Are you okay, what are you doing?” 

“I’m fine, just smoking with Eddie,” Danny gestured to Eddie who smiled and waved at Steve. 

“Hey Munson,” Steve responded politely. “I’m sorry about Tammy, I promise I didn’t encourage any of that, honest,” he put his hand over his heart. “She’s drunk and I am not into her like that.” 

“Anyone in particular that you are into like that?” Eddie asked casually, stretching as he stood. 

“Wha–” 

“That’s enough out of you Eddie,” Danny chuckled nervously. Steve looked between Eddie and Danny, momentarily, concerned with what he had missed. Eddie approached Steve, stepping too close, Steve didn’t move, if anything he stood up taller, chest puffed out a little, still standing in the way of the doorframe. Now Danny looked between Steve and Eddie, rolling her eyes at their masculine behavior. 

“Hi Steve,” Eddie grinned, cocking his head ever so slightly. “Could I get past you big boy?” 

Steve huffed, before moving out of the way, letting Danny pass as well. Steve walked up behind Danny. Eddie leaned on the railing looking over the party downstairs, Danny stood next to him, and Steve now on the other side. Three of them stood silently, observing the party goers. 

“I have to pee,” Danny declared, she first smiled at Steve and turned to scowl at Eddie, a clear sign to keep his mouth shut. 

To say the two teen boys stood in an awkward silence would be an understatement. Both chewed the inside of their cheeks to avoid saying anything that had anything to do with Danny and what the other boy thought of her. Steve was first to speak, “So…are you gonna go to prom?” 

Eddie let out a quiet laugh, “I seriously doubt it, you taking Danny?” Eddie really needed to work on keeping his mouth shut, that took less than a minute, Danny would kill him. 

“Oh,” Steve thought of their fight from earlier, if he had just asked what he wanted to ask, he would have a real answer to that question. “Um, I don’t think so, we’re just friends ya’ know?” Steve glanced over at Eddie quickly, looking for a change in facial expression, no such luck. 

“Right, just friends, I don’t see why you can’t take Danny,” Eddie scoffed. 

“Well, like I just said, we’re just friends,” Steve retorted. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, he wanted to shout the obvious, but instead opted for, “Ya’ know that we used to be a thing, maybe not very official, but definitely a thing. She hasn’t had any interest in me though since you two became friends though…wonder why,” Eddie turned to Steve. 

“Yeah, obviously I know that you two used to date,” Steve scoffed. 

“Mhm,” Eddie minutely moved closer to Steve. 

“Sometimes I think she might still like you,” Steve confessed. 

“Oh no, not at all, she has made that very clear to me,” Eddie answered genuinely. 

“Really?” Steve perked up briefly. 

“Really,” Eddie smiled, his voice becoming lower, “ya’ know, the rumors about her aren’t true, she doesn’t sleep around.” 

“I know that,” Steve exclaimed in a hushed tone. “We’re best friends, of course I know that.” 

“Yeah, but,” Eddie kept going, Steve glanced over at him, “that’s just ‘cause she’s had her eye on one prize and one prize only. She had eyes on it too when we were going out even,” Eddie thought about what he was going to say next, thinking that Danny would thank him later, maybe kill him before she got the chance to thank him, but still. “I mean, like I could really be fucking her brains out, just dumb and silly, oh and her ass! Her tits!” Steve’s eyes widened, cheeks burning red, “But she would still talk about him and think about him.” 

“Dude! Don’t talk about Danny like that!” Steve exclaimed, Eddie grabbed his shoulder, insinuating to be quieter.

“I mean, the blowjobs she would give me were mind blowing, but it was only for practice really, and she hasn’t even gotten the chance to give this guy a mindblowing blowjob yet, he just can’t take a hint ,” Eddie continued, eyes narrowing at Steve. 

“Eddie, seriously man, that’s enough,” Steve warned. 

“Oh man,” Eddie threw his head back with a wide smile, “Don’t even get me started on her pu–” Steve’s hand clapped across Eddie's mouth, arm throwing around his shoulder to keep him from moving. 

“Hey Danny!” Steve said cheerfully, looking frantically between her and Eddie as she came walking up to them. 

“Hey guys, are you okay?” Danny asked cautiously. 

“Oh yeah, Eddie was just um, singing, it was really loud, so ya’ know,” Steve coughed, releasing Eddie, wiping his hand on his jeans where Eddie had been licking it that entire time. 

“Yeah,” Eddie caught his breath, “I just love this song,” he smirked. Steve’s cheeks were still on fire, and probably had already spread to his neck and chest. Danny’s hearing closed in on the song, it was “Don’t You Want Me” by the Human Leauge, which Danny loved, but knew Eddie had a distaste for. 

“Right,” Danny responded with suspicion. 

Eddie took out his bag of weed and placed it in Danny’s hands, along with some rolling papers. “I oughta get out of here sweetheart,” Eddie leaned forward, whispering in Danny’s ear, his eyes fixed on Steve behind her. Steve visibly annoyed. Eddie forced Danny’s hand to close, tapping her knuckles. “Harrington,” he nodded. 

“See ya’ later Eddie,” Steve mumbled, his eyes quickly finding Danny’s, a smile of relaxation on his face. Danny smiled back at him. 

“You okay? He didn’t bother you did he?” Danny asked with concern. 

Steve’s smile faded, the soft and warm images he had always made up in his head of Danny and Eddie were now replaced with a much more aggressive scene. He shook the thoughts away, “Oh yeah,” he reassured. 

“Okay, ‘cause I’ll kick his ass if he bugs you,” Danny replied seriously. 

“I believe you,” Steve chuckled. 

Danny held up the bag of weed to Steve’s face, shaking it, “Want some?” She grinned. 

Steve tried to hold back a smile, “Maybe just a little bit,” he scrunched his nose while gesturing with his fingers the little bit. 

“Sweet,” Danny said, shoving the bag into her pocket. “C’mon I want some air,” Danny’s hand reached for Steve’s, dragging him down the stairs and out the sliding doors leading to the backyard. 

Only a few stragglers were outside, chilling in the gazebo, but not much. A pool lay just on the other side of the doors, rain gently falling in, the pavement wet around it. Danny walked around, towards a little table with a large striped umbrella hanging over it. She took a heavy seat in the wet chair. Steve swallowed his grimace and took a seat in the other chair, trying to ignore the cold feeling. Danny began carefully rolling a joint. 

“How long have you been friends with Eddie?” Steve asked, Danny lifted an eyebrow. “I promise I’m just curious, you’ve never said anything about when you met or anything.” 

“Middle school, it was like the first week, he was trying to get kids to join his D&D campaign, so I joined. He was still so innocent when we first met. We didn’t become really close until December that year though. He was playing basketball in the gym when…” her voice trailed off. 

Steve stared at her, wondering why she had stopped, until he remembered, his eyes screwed shut and his head dipped back, “Shit,” he mumbled. 

“Oh my god,” Danny spoke, her mouth agape in a large smile. “He was playing basketball with you! Holy shit! How did I forget that?” Danny exclaimed, careful to not drop the joint in excitement. 

“Oh c’mon, let’s forget again,” Steve begged. 

“No! You guys were playing and you got into a fight, a gnarly one too,” Danny said excitedly. “Broken noses and everything, I can’t remember what you two were fighting about though,” Danny questioned. Steve remembered. “But I tackled you, holy shit this is funny, yeah I tackled you, knocked you to the ground, called you an asshole and everything, and we were all sent to the principal's office. That’s when I would say we really became friends. Oh man I can’t believe I forgot about that,” Danny smiled. 

Steve was quiet for a few moments. “I called you a freak.” 

“What?” Danny asked. 

“That’s why we were fighting, while we were playing he asked me for some advice on asking you to the Snow Ball, and I said,” Steve cringed, “ why would you ask a freak like her to the dance, she’s a waste.” Steve couldn’t look at Danny. He heard her lighting up the joint and taking a long inhale, her hand appeared in his vision, offering him a smoke. 

She gave out a small laugh, “It’s alright Steve, I got you back then and there anyway,” she reassured. 

“God I was a dick, I’m sorry Danny,” he sighed, taking a drag. 

“Really, don’t worry about it, I had mean things to say about you too back then,” Danny replied. Steve looked up at her, she continued, “Yeah, like barf face, butthead was a good one, jerk, and of course, asshole,” Danny smiled. 

“You know that I don’t think you’re a freak anymore right?” Steve asked with curiosity. 

“Of course you don’t, or you have come to terms that you are now one of us, a freak if you will,” Danny declared. 

“Better than an asshole right?” Steve smiled. 

“Much better, and I really only called you those things cause I kinda had a crush on you back then,” Danny let slip out, heart racing when she realized what had just left her mouth. 

“You used to have a crush on me?” Steve smiled widely, straightening in his seat. 

“Yeah but not since middle school,” Danny rushed out the lie, wishing she could take back what she had said. 

“Oh okay,” Steve grinned, he passed her the smoke. “Cute. So was Eddie your first kiss then?” 

“Um, no, I don’t know who my first kiss was with,” Danny said, attempting to ignore the cute comment. 

“What?” Steve questioned. 

“I don’t know who it was, it was at Carmen’s birthday party in 7th Grade. It was dumb we were playing a bad version of 7 minutes in heaven where the first person in the closet was blindfolded, someone came in and kissed me. It was nice, weird but nice, I mean neither of us clearly knew what we were doing. But they seemed nice, Carmen never told me who it was, no one did, kinda nice not knowing in a way. I think you were at that party too, right?” Danny shrugged. Steve fell eerily silent, eyes fixed on the pool. Steve was at Carmens birthday party. Steve had played the same game, he had been pushed into a closet without any knowledge who was in the dark space. He remembers giving a weak “hey” and then kissing a very soft pair of lips, his first ever. “Steve?” Danny pulled him back to reality. 

“Oh yeah,” Steve coughed, “I think I was there too, hard to keep track, lots of birthday parties to go to in middle school,” Steve smiled, though it was a struggle. 

“Yeah,” Danny chuckled. “What about you? Who was your first kiss?” 

“Hm? Oh, um Angie Cooper, nothing special, kissed her at the Snow Ball,” Steve lied through his teeth. 

[mamamittens]

October Event Raffle 2022

It’s time to get the ball rolling for the Halloween Raffle!

There will be 13 slots open for grabs! First on the list is first to release as that’s the order I will work through them. They will ideally be spread out through October but if I get delayed there will be clumps of them released several days in a row--I still have a full time job to work around so please be patient!

To enter you must be following!

One ticket – One Reblog!

One ticket – One Like!

Two tickets max.

You can only win once!

Any slots not taken will be left for me to fill.

The raffle will go on for 1 week!

To qualify for NSFW you must have your age on your bio.

I will privately message you and if you don’t respond within 24 hours, you’re out. (Be sure I can actually send you a message)

While there are 13 slots, there aren’t dedicated slots for topics. Instead, I have given a list with many possible topics, and even a separate list for different settings. If you would like to have something not on the lists, feel free to ask! Neither list is set in stone, simply a jumping off point if you don’t have a specific request in mind to start with.

I can and will reject topics if they are not comfortable for me. Off the top of my head, I will not write scat, piss kink, nonconsensual sex (rape), and underage sex. Dubious consent is alright for me to write, but it will be on the more consensual side when possible. I also don’t particularly like writing/reading dismemberment or extreme physical trauma. So, no popping out eyeballs, removing fingers/nails, or removing legs/arms.

Topic ideas!

Vampire

Mummy

Werewolf

Naga/Lamia (Snake person basically)

Demon

Serial Killer

Yandere

Cult

Eldritch Horror

Evil Scientist

Frankenstein

Swamp Thing

Ghost

Aliens

Bodysnatchers

Other spooky topics not listed here!

Settings!

Sci-fi

Fantasy

Medieval

Modern

Fairytale

OG/Canon

Type!

SFW

General- spooky vibes but not overtly sexual, bloody, or otherwise explicit. Ex. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (1947) Disney cartoon or any other Disney Halloween special cartoons.

+16- Spooky vibes but can have sexual undertones, outright murder/death, and more explicit horror elements. Ex. Ghostbusters, Beetlejuice, Alien, and Predator.

NSFW

Outright sexual content, detailed death scenes, and very spooky vibes. Must be at least +18 to request and characters involved must be +18 also.

For those of you who would like to request NSFW, please be prepared for me to ask for more details, especially in relation to sexual content. If you aren’t prepared to give me a vibe/kinks to work with, or at least kinks to avoid, perhaps this category isn’t for you.

What fandoms will I write for?

Anything but RPF (Real People Fiction). So, for example, if you want BBC Sherlock that’s fine! But I won’t be writing Brickleberg Cucumberstache or his very good irl friend Martin Freeman. I also will not write for Kpop bands/stars/idols and the like even if you could argue that those are fronts and not really their irl personalities. So, any fandom for games, movies, series, books, or anime. My familiarity with the specific fandom would be helpful but it isn’t required, especially if the request removes the character from their home franchise.

What characters?

I will write for any character, including OCs and SIs, but keep in mind the previously established restrictions and be prepared to give me details about your OC/SI. Including references! I gotta have something to work with! And yes, this includes characters I don't like. It is with a great sigh that I admit I find writing positive content about characters I hate a fun challenge. Might ask what you see in them though (no judgment, we all have problematic faves).

There will be a 14th slot that's just for me and my bullshit. Probably a trick or treat fic with my OCs, idk, I've got time to decide. But that will be the one going out on the 31st! As a special treat for myself lmao

Good luck!

[golddaggers]

midnight rendezvous

pairing: louis tomlinson x f!reader

warnings: filthy smut with hints of fluffness. period sex. petnames. him calling you baby doll. defo nsfw +18, so my dudes, read carefully.

a/n: it's your renegade writer back with her fantasies. i've written this a while back and though it'd be such a shame to share. if you do like it, make sure to reblog and like. thanks and enjoy *wink* leth x

word count: 3k+

xx

It’s just a bit past midnight when I park home, no one wandering the streets, or children playing about, there’s just the chilled breeze fumbling with the leaves. I don’t notice a second car on the driveway until I’m up close, I blame the dim yellow streetlights and my exhaustion. It had been a particularly busy shift at the hospital, I wanted nothing more than to sleep for about two days straight.

The cold crisp air makes me tremble for a split second, but I am soon welcomed by the warmth of the inside. I kicked off my sneakers, trying to be as silent as possible, I didn’t want to wake him up. A second car meant Louis had come home and he must be tired, it had been weeks since he had a break, we hadn’t seen each other for even longer. The weekends he happened to be around, I couldn’t work my schedule to spend them at home with him. It sucked, and I missed him more than I could put it into words.

A frustrated sigh slips while I walk to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water. After so many years, I should be used to it: the busy schedule, the months spent apart. I’m not, though. And being honest, I don’t think it’s possible to not be in pain when waking up to an empty bed beside me, to not hear the soft humming when he’s doing the dishes, to not miss the press of his lips on mine. I just wanted us to buy a bunch of lands somewhere, live a quiet, happy life, have children, and grow old. Just the two of us.

This was something I would never tell him. Robbing him of his passions wasn’t on my mind. I knew he’d oblige if I did say so. If I asked him, but I couldn't.

I leave a half-drunk glass behind, and go upstairs, taking off my plain white shirt then unbuttoning my jeans. Before I got to the bedroom, however, I froze, strangled sounds coming from there startling me for a second. It's followed by a smile creeping in, I’m very much aware, and familiar, with them.

The door isn’t closed, so I peek in. I see him naked, sheets pooled by his feet, and one hand wrapped around himself, moving up and down with ease, his thumb applying just enough pressure. I feel my mouth watering at the sight, a cramp twisting my belly. Desire gathers quickly, I was so touch-starved that I might as well come undone just by watching him get himself off.

His eyes are closed, thin lips parted. I slide off my pants, throwing both them, and my shirt away, walking inside in just my black lingerie. Even that was starting to be uncomfortable.

“Lou?” I call him, standing with crossed arms. He’s quick to drop everything, shooting me a wide, surprised glare. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spoil your good time.”

I’m half-joking at this point.

“I thought you’d only be home in t’ mornin’,” Deep blue eyes, sparked with lust, stare up at me. I'm very aware of how much I want to be near him again. “C’mere.”

He pats the space on his right side, it’s mesmerizing how quickly he can go from a sex god to a warm loving man. I go, but I don’t stay beside him, instead, I take my seat on his lap, which makes him laugh, rough hands on my waist, squeezing the flesh. I shift, uncomfortable, feeling him beneath me. So hard, so ready. It’s been so long I might just assume I'm a virgin all over again, shamefully responsive to anything he might do to me.

Louis leans in, planting a kiss just between the curve of my breasts. The prickle of his bead makes my pulse rise. It’s the intimacy that gets me hooked. He feels like coming home. A warmth that springs from the tip of my toes to my head, flushes my cheeks, and makes my forehead sweaty.

A “missed ya” whispered on my skin makes me shake, he then kisses the soft spot where the shoulder meets the neck, I let out a groan, moving, seeking friction. His smirk is taunting, both hands going up to my cheeks, four eyes meeting in the middle of a tired night.

“What now?” I say, unsure, panting as his thumb toys with my lips, pushing inside for a moment.

“Do you want a shower first?” He asks, staring at me, a boyish smile on his face.

“I should. I’m disgusting.”

“Nonsense,” The tip of his nose is pressed to my cheek, a ghostly kiss left behind on my jaw. “You look amazing anyway. Why d'ya think I’m so worked up?”

“Were you thinking of me? Getting yourself off imagining my hands around you? My spit and my lips, hmm?”

Louis pants when I grind down on him, slick with the throb of him against me. The fabric of my panties still forbids me from knowing his skin on mine, from sinking and swallowing him whole.

“Yeah, I was. Always think abou' ya', love.”

“I think about you too,” The friction makes me lean forward, sighing against his warm neck. “Nights get so lonely… I miss you so much, you know.”

“Darling…”

“Mmhm, I have to touch myself, grab my boobs,” I place his hands on them, and he squeezes, promptly. Fills his hands. It’s swollen, sore even. I’m burning up.

“Do you say my name when you come?” Louis asks, quietly, sucking a patch of skin. I’ve got goosebumps, I’m reeling from the build-up.

“I do. Over and over and over,” The room feels warmer if that's possible. Sweat drips down my back. I’m aware as to why I’m so sensitive, besides the yearning when it’s been months since he last touched me, my period heightens things up.

For a moment there, I almost forgot it.

“Can I just fuck you now, doll?” It’s a hoarse whisper, I clench in frustration. I’m hot, nearly suffocating. “Want t’ feel yeh so bad.”

His accent thickens, I’m lost, too into the moment to think coherently. I go for his lips, kissing him with passion, biting down on his bottom lip, still moving my hips, rolling against his. He pushes back, groaning into my mouth. It’s sinful. Everything about him is.

“Can’t, sweets,” It slips out, breathlessly. “‘M bloody down there.”

He smiles, soothing, hands firm on my hips. My stomach somersaults, it’s amazing how Louis manages to make me feel 17 every time he gives me that gorgeous smile of his. I feel like one of his groupies.

“Never cared ‘bout that before. C’mon, help me out.”

“Lou…” A strangled noise followed. I’m reaching a point where pleasure mixes with pain, I’m too aroused, too sensitive. He touches me there, trained fingers light to not hurt me but enough to stir me on. “You’re trying to bribe me, aren’t you?”

“Am I getting there?” The double entendre makes me chuckle, nodding. “Good. Let me take those off, hmm?”

“Come,” I untangle myself from him, the cold, empty feeling brings a pang to my lower belly. “If we’re doing this, let’s do it in the shower.”

I slide off my panties, tossing them at him. Louis laughs wholeheartedly, balling it in his hand while kicking the sheets away to follow me into our bathroom.

It’s bright, with mirrors everywhere. My hair looks an absolute mess, strands falling down my shoulders, I’ve got flushed cheeks, and glistening skin, perspiration all over. Five minutes with him just does that to you. He looks impressive from behind me, his brown hair was thrown back, wide blue eyes staring right at me from the reflection. I can see the extension of his tattoos, the tanned skin from being under the sun a little too long last weekend.

Louis is a sight for sore eyes.

We exchange a look then smile. The kind of intimacy that only comes when you love someone, beyond passion, beyond attraction.

He undoes the clasp of my bra. I sigh in relief, gasping when his hands cup my boobs, pinching my oversensitive nipples. I can’t help but toss my head back, resting it on his shoulder. He’s good at this, playing with me, edging me out.

“Missed them even more,” Louis expresses, a half-smile on his face. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

“You know you’re probably the only man on earth that can get away with saying stuff like that, right?” We share a laugh. “Turn the water on, sweets, yeah? I need to take the tampon off.”

While he busies himself with getting things ready, I put my leg up on the toilet and gently pull it out, being careful not to spill any blood on the floor. I’m mentally grateful it’s not an extra heavy day. I wrap it up in toilet paper and toss it in the bin.

“Water is warm, baby,” Steam starts to fog up the room. “Come.”

“I hope I will.” I wink at him. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so cheeky.

“Don’t tease me,” Lust soaks up his voice, eyes stern. He’d punish me for sure. When I wasn’t expecting him to do so. When we weren’t so desperate for each other. Whenever he’s back home, there’s no games, just tension relief.

He goes in, standing beneath the shower rain, his back facing me. I look at his ass, all perky and round. It’s no secret that I got a thing for it, and I might’ve bitten it a few… hundred times. Whenever I get the chance, really. I grab them, squeezing the muscle, a hoarse laugh falling from his lips. Louis thinks it’s silly, doesn’t see how it’s so great.

We kiss, then. In a brief moment, he spins and pulls me in, tongue rolling ‘round with mine. It’s wet, crude even. I make sounds that would mistake me for a pornstar, groaning when his tip brushes where I’m aching with need. He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck to him, sucking and biting. Leaving behind bruises I’ll have trouble covering. The adrenaline high doesn’t let me focus on that, though.

His hand slides between us, lodging between my legs, his palm pressing my pulsating clit. I call out for him, squeezing his shoulders, whimpering. Just this faint touch sends me into overdrive. It’s borderline ridiculous. How good he is. Or how much I want him. How I crave for him like a junkie craves a fix. It’s the trip of a lifetime when he’s inside me.

I go for his dick, so painfully hard it could cut right through me. There’s something about watching his eyes snap close, or how he moans, but I wobble, my breathing going fitful. He says my name, pressing his soft lips to my forehead, still rubbing me out. My hand seems smaller when it’s wrapped around the width of him. Louis feels heavy and scorching hot.

“I want to do something,” I whisper, high on the pleasure he was giving me. “Would you let me?”

“I want to fuck you, darling,” It’s raw, doesn’t sound dirty, more like a pleading question. “Please let me, hmm? I want to fill you up. Watch it drip down out of you. My pretty baby with cum all over her legs.”

A pained whimper comes out.

The tip of his fingers are stained red, they never really slipped inside me, just circling, creating a build-up that leaves me in discomfort. It’s unusual how much time we are taking with this, at this point, we would’ve fucked about three times already. Either way, I like it. The glint in his eyes, eyes that I adore. Diamond beauties staring down at me, so full of desire. It’s powerful. To know you have such an effect on a man like him.

I place him in the tight space between my thighs, both of us groaning with the stronger contact. I’m dripping and it’s not just blood, he’s thrumming, hips sloppily jerking forward. I feel him almost in me, but not quite. I scream, I’m sure our neighbours would make complaints. I don’t find it in me to care. It's way too heavenly.

Tattooed hands land on each of my love handles, our bodies are almost one at this point. That’s when he lifts my leg, we both can’t do any more foreplay, no more waiting. I help him inside, a little bit of blood gushing before he’s deep within. It takes a while for me to get used to him again, two months can be enough for things to shrink back up.

“God, your cunt is so fucking tight,” He mumbles, out-of-worldly. “You’re gonna make me come and I barely even started.”

“And you’re so fucking big, gonna split me open,” I shoot back, gripping tight on his forearm, trying to balance myself as he starts to pound, slowly at first. “Fuck, baby. This is so good.”

“Tell me who can make you feel so good, baby doll,” A particular hard snap of his hips makes me sway on my step, but his iron grip steadies me. “Use your words. I want to know.”

“You!” It’s a desperate squeal, I feel full, he stretches me to a burning point. Pain mixing with pleasure. It doesn’t take a scientist to tell me I’ll have trouble sitting down tomorrow. “You, baby.”

Louis lifts my other leg, both on the crook of his arms, and presses me against the tiled wall of our bathroom. His teeth clamp around my nipple, biting, sucking. I feel dizzy with the torrential rain of emotions. The water keeps falling on us, warm. It splashes when he thrusts.

None of us is lasting longer. I wasn’t particularly known to do so, not when he was the one handling me anyway. Some people are just skilled. Just know how to push somebody else’s buttons. And Louis knew how to push mine. He knew how to push me into the fucking edge. Coax a string of orgasms out of me if he so wanted. With his fingers, with his tongue, with his dick.

I moan, one hand tugging the hair at the nape of his neck and the other going to where our bodies met. It’s a fucking sight. Watching him go in then out of me. I start rubbing myself.

“You have to be quieter,” He says, our foreheads glued together, still slamming into me like I’m his favourite rag doll. “We don’t need people calling the police.”

“It’s your fault,” My reply is followed by a curse word. “Giving it to me so good like that.”

“Mmhm,” Dark blue looks at me, I can feel him getting sloppier. It’s close.

In urgency, he kisses me, I’m too frail, too putty in his hands. A numbness starts on the tip of my toes, it makes my eyes roll back, I can’t even voice anything anymore, entirely surrendered to him. To the vulnerability of this moment. Being his as much as he’s mine.

Time stands still whenever I’m with him. And right now, I can’t even keep track of it, too lost in him. That’s why I don’t know how long it took, it could’ve been seconds or minutes or hours. But I broke. Went up screaming. Barely registering he was telling me to shush, that it was too late in the night to be so loud. If that was what he was saying at all.

I’m shuddering, that I can tell with conviction, convulsing. That doesn’t happen often. I mean, it’s always fucking good, but like this, like I’m on something, that’s exceptional. At one point, he growls, squeezing me tighter. His hips stutter, face squashed against my chest. He spends himself inside me, as it was promised. I’m beyond satisfied, I’m in a state of bliss no one can reach me. Where the world doesn’t exist, only him.

Louis stays in for a while longer, nuzzling between my breasts, I play with his hair, a bubbly smile on my face. No high higher than this. He helps me down, I don’t trust my feet, clinging to him like a child. A chuckle falls from his lips.

“That good, huh?”

I just nod.

“I’ll help you clean up.”

With a sponge and a bit of liquid soap, Louis rubs down my body, taking his time to bubble me up. I’m still sensitive to touch, I have to pull his hand away when he tries to touch me down there, where I’m probably red and still swollen. I can feel the burn. Good burn, though.

When we both finish cleaning ourselves up, we step out of the shower. He still has a protective hand around my waistline. I wince at the thought of moving away, but I have to, I can tell I’m one second shy of making a mess on the floor.

He fetches us towels while I go deal with the bloody problem. Pun intended. I clean the dripping blood mixed with cum on my thighs, and when I look up, deep blue is fixed on me. As if entranced.

“What?”

“You just look hot.”

A little laugh slips.

“Thanks. You don’t look so bad,” I groan, it’s still sore-ish when I slide the tampon in. “You really did a number on me.”

“Eh, who’s counting?”

Louis winks, helping me up, I’m still weak on the legs. There’s no need to get dressed, so we wrap ourselves under the sheets, our sopping hair making stains on the pillows.

It’s so painfully intimate.

“I love you,” I whisper, half-asleep, minutes later.

“I love you more.”

His voice is the last sound I hear before I drift to the first night of sleep where I feel full, happy, and satiated. Slept like a queen, his arms wrapped around my waist, cheek pressed to my back. I was on my little piece of heaven and no one could ever snap me out.

[chuckbass-love]

Hi! I know you only just posted it but would it be possible to request 33&36 from the prompts with Ransom please?❤️

A/N: Thank you for your patience on this one, i really hope when you read it that it was worth the wait. Also thank you for requesting in the first place, it means a lot that people ask me to write fics for them.

Prompt #33: "Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic"

Prompt #36: "You'd better watch your fucking mouth"

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut! Unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, swearing, daddy kink, implied alcohol consumption and use of the word slut/degradation. 18+ everyone....

Word Count: 2,191

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Your Filthy Addiction

Five more minutes, you’re going to give that arrogant son of a bitch five more minutes before you toss the food you’d made earlier. You’ve spent all dam day slaving away in that kitchen of yours to make sure Ransom had a decent home cooked meal to come back to after a long day working with Harlan, and what does he do? He doesn’t even show up.

You might love him but if you didn’t get annoyed at least once a day with him then life wouldn’t be right. He’s always doing something to mess you around.

And today is testament to that, it’s testament to the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t help but let you down. Maybe now you’ve had enough of sitting idly by and letting him walk all over you.

So when he eventually stumbles into the house, his tipsy state as clear as day, your cage is well and truly rattled.

“Where the hell have you been?” you snap, standing in front of him with your hands placed firmly on your hips as you take in his flustered cheeks. He’s very drunk indeed, probably due to the bottomless Jameson supply at the bar across town.

You’ve tried your hardest for years ever since the night you first met Ransom to help him with his obvious drinking problem but to no avail. And now you see why your solutions to his problems never worked, it was because despite his constant complaining about said problems, he loves having just a tiny bit of conflict in his life. Mostly with his good for nothing family who only treat him like dirt. But he gives as good as he gets, always has and always will.

“I was just out with Harvey” the way his shoulders move up as he shrugs only seems to bother you all the more. His lack of care for his actions have always created issues for your relationship but this takes the cake.

To some, your pouty and bratty behaviour may seem pathetic and unnecessary, but to you it’s more than him missing dinner. It’s about the fact that he always seems to let you down, over and over.

“Oh so you prefer his company over mine then? Because i made us a lovely meal so that we could eat together after a week of not being able to and this is the thanks i get? For my so called boyfriend to be swanning off with the master of one night stands” your voice is low, your stare dark and angry, your stance even more so and he can definitely see how badly he’s fucked up.

However, if you know Ransom well enough, then you can certainly see his change in attitude coming a mile off.

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth” he barks, his finger pointed directly in your face as he stalks closer to you. You find yourself stepping back, intimidation controlling you.

“Or what? You gonna make me? Judging by the way you’ve been acting you don’t have a leg to stand on” you say matter of factly as you shake your head in disgust at his nerve. How dare he boss you around when he’s the one who’s been out of line all this time.

“Maybe i will” he pokes his chin out as he stands tall, hands by his sides. He looks awfully confident as he inches closer. His index finger slips underneath your chin as he forces you to look directly into his menacing eyes.

You feel your breath catch in this moment. The knowledge of him doing whatever he wants to do to you just because he can is causing your entire body to shiver with anticipation. Despite how he makes you feel sometimes, you’re a sucker for him and everything he does.

He says jump, you say how high.

“What?” you murmur, wanting him to use his words just like he always makes you do.

“I said, maybe i will make you. Bet you’d love that, slut” you wince at the horrid nickname. It’s moments like these when you always try your hardest to avoid thinking about how his degradation of you makes you feel, your mind is objecting but your body is giving him the green light.

How is that?

How does he always manage to do that?

Must be some kind of mind control as you absentmindedly follow him through to the kitchen, his hand barely holding onto your own.

Before you can even make sense of things, he pushes you over the kitchen counter forcefully.

His hands splay across your ass cheeks as he lifts your dress up, bunching it at your waist before yanking your ruined panties down your bare legs. Next thing you know his fingers are toying at your dripping wet hole.

“Would ya look at this...you can try all you like to act up sweetheart, but you and i both know why this cunt of yours is soaked”

There he goes again, spewing filth to get you to give up the jig. You know you have to remain strong and stable but it’s so hard to do that when he....wait! Is he inserting his fingers? Fuck, they are so thick inside of you and two already? He must be a mind reader to know how this makes you feel, he must know what gets you keening because now here you are pushing back on them like a needy little brat.

“Pushing back on my fingers already? How pathetic” he tuts, his tone mocking as he chuckles a little. Still, his fingers remain as they twist and turn inside of you, scissoring you open before he adds a third.

Fuck, this is delicious torture. The man you’re supposed to be mad at but you can’t bring yourself to be when he makes your body feel so good.

The undeniable and powerful pleasure that he provides is just too good to quit. You could never let him go even if you actively tried to which by the way, you’ve attempted it a hundred times at least.

But every time you try he just lures you back in with his sexual prowess, his high libido and those dashing good looks. His sweet talk isn’t too bad either.

When will you ever learn to strengthen yourself up and walk away? Because he’s never going to change but oh shit, the way he’s pumping his fingers in and out rapidly is enough to cause the coil in your stomach to tighten one last time.

You move to meet his fingers, hips gyrating in circular motions slowly as you reach your hand between your legs.

Of course he pushes you hand away, insisting on using his own. His thumb presses down on your pulsating clit and the breathy groans that are escaping him let you know that he can sense your impending orgasm.

“Come on, baby. Cum for daddy” he urges, rubbing firm circles on you clit as his fingers curl inside of you, pushing against that spongy spot deep within. The one that will have you seeing stars in, 3...2...1.

“FUCK RANSOM” you scream out, hands gripping the kitchen counter so hard that it turns your knuckles white, his fingers continue to drive into you over and over as he rides you through your intense high.

“That’s my girl, just like that. Let go, baby” you can hear the smirk in his voice, the smugness he feels knowing that yet again he’s prevented you from walking away.

He’s convinced you to stay just by pleasuring you with his filthy touch, his sinful thick digits.

You may be weak, but with a man this good, a man capable of making your pretty little pussy cum over and over, why would you want to be anything else?

As soon as you come down from the high, you stand up, straightening your posture as you turn around to face him. The proud look covering his face lets you know that it’s all a game to him.

You pull your dress back down so that it’s covering up your modesty before pulling your panties up.

“What’s wrong, sad eyes?” he pokes, his hands resting either side of the counter, caging you in.

“You know what. You can’t just keep using sex to keep me around, Ransom” you huff in defeat, bothered by your lack of strong will.

“Sure i can, and what’s more, you’re gonna enjoy it too” he raises his eyebrows as he spins you back around, keeping your back arched by yanking your head backwards.

Every inch of your skin turns to gooseflesh as he trails his finger down the curve of your back before reaching your tail bone and pushing your dress up. He undoes the belt around his slacks before popping open the button and slipping them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection from its tight confines.

He slips your arousal covered panties to the side before smothering his eager red tip in your mouth watering pussy juices. Once he catches on your entrance he slams inside of you, but before you can jerk forward he hooks his arm into both of yours as he holds them behind you firmly.

You can never leave him, even if you truly wanted to, you’re stuck in an ongoing loop of orgasms and rough sex.

A frantic whimper slips off your tongue as his pace now renders on animalistic, hard and fast, just the way you both like it.

Of course the real pleasure comes from the slow and hard thrusts, the ones where he gently pokes at your g spot as he lays on top of you. Your legs wrapped around him, his face in the crook of your neck. But now is not the time for gentle and slow, now is the time for rushed and needy.

He’s desperate to achieve that orgasm just as much as he is to provide one for you. To feel your legs shaking as your head lulls back to rest on his chest, eyes rolling to the back of your head, it’s something he can never and will never get enough of. The way your walls are clamping down on him right now should be illegal as he can feel his balls tighten with the impending release.

“Fuck. Keep tightening those walls baby, let yourself go. Just. One. Last. Time” his voice desperate as his breathing turns ragged, matching yours. Your chest starts to rise and fall before your head falls back to rest on his chest just like he loves. He can feel your entire body tremble in his hold as he loosens his grip and pushes you over the counter.

“Gonna fucking cum, deep inside of this pussy. Gonna fill you up with my cum, baby” he growls, his voice deeper than before. He’s so painfully close, as are you.

And as you flutter around him one last time, he spills his load inside of you, causing you to stand up onto your tip toes with your head pressed into the marble counter.

He paints your walls with thick white ropes before twitching as he slows down his thrusts, then he stills his hips.

All that can be heard in this kitchen is heavy panting before the sound of your pussy squelching as he pulls out distracts you. He pulls his slacks back up, making quick work of his zip, button and belt whilst you toss your panties into the hamper by the laundry room and pull your dress back down before heading up to your bedroom.

New panties are a must.

“Now do you get it?” he asks, leaning on the open doorway to your room and causing you to turn and face him once your fresh panties are on.

“Get what?”

“Your mine and you always will be, until i say otherwise” he states, shocking you.

“I’m not your property, Ransom”

“Oh but you are, those soaked panties in that hamper prove it. So get used to it, because you’re never leaving me, especially not now”

You’re well and truly fucked... held captive by his intoxicating smell, intimidating demeanour and his undeniable skills in the bedroom.

Guess you should have known from the day you first met Hugh Ransom Drysdale that you’d never make it out alive if you were to run.

But the real question is, do you even want to leave him? He’s everything you detest but still you stay and continue to crave more of him.

And the answer to that question would be no, no you wouldn't want to leave.

He may be a prick, an arrogant asshole and a cocky son of a bitch but he is an addiction...your filthy addiction, and you wouldn’t have it or him any other way.

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Winking and Rolling Eyes (Fred Weasley X Reader)

Summary: You and the Weasley twins are best friends but you and Fred just couldn’t stop bickering. It’s all fun and games until you see him flirting with other girls. Why can’t he just stop being so mean to you and maybe finally see you as a potential girlfriend? Friends to lover

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fred being mean? a little bit of angst, blood (Umbridge’s quill), mention of food

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: For some reasons, I always pictured Fred to be the kind of guy who would be mean to the girl he likes just to get her attention lol. Tell me what you guys think about this!

Please do NOT repost my work or translate it on another site without permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

1995

Your head was always filled with weird random questions. For example right now, you were sitting in the Great Hall contemplating over why do some people tease and taunt the person they love, instead of actually showing their affection like a normal human being. What’s the reason behind this kind of action? And more importantly, why are you guilty of this too?

But what made you more confused was, when exactly did Fred and George become so bloody popular??

They were walking pass a group of Gryffindor girls now. The girls were blushing and some were even fixing their hair. “Hi Fred! Hi George!” 

“Hi girls!” George replied with a cheeky grin and Fred even winked at them.

You couldn’t help but rolled your eyes. You and the Weasley twins were best friends since the first year, but this year they became so popular, attracting many girls’ attention. You weren’t surprised. They were great beaters and their pranks were epic. Not to mention how bloody attractive they were. Of course they were going to attract people’s attention. Unlike you, who were just an ordinary girl, sitting in the corner and always daydreaming.

“What are you thinking about?” George’s voice pulled you back to reality.

“Y/N you know, if you keep rolling your eyes like that, one day they might never roll back.” Fred opened his eyes wide, looking like he was trying to scare a kid with a ghost story.

Yet you rolled your eyes again, “if you keep winking, one day your eyelids might fall off.”

“Y/N that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Like you ever made any sense!”

“We’re going to Hogsmeade. Do you wanna come?” George broke off your childish bickering.

“Sure!” You just ran out of chocolate so it was a perfect chance for you to go to Honeydukes and restock.

“Ugh I don’t wanna go with this woman. She rolls her eyes way too much.”

“Just shut up!”

You have no idea what Honeydukes was thinking. Why would they put their products on such a high shelf. Apparently, the girl next to you were having the same concerns. She was standing on tip-toe, struggling to reach high, but she failed to even touch that bag of sugar quills.

But someone next to her reached out and grabbed that bag of sugar quills for her.

“Your sugar quill.” Fred bent over a little and handed that girl her sugar quills in a really dramatic way.

That girl was blushing now, “Thanks!”

“Oi Fred, while you’re at it, I want one too.” you asked. It should be easy, since he was still standing beside it.

“Help yourself, shorty.” But he smiled at you mischievously and just walked away.

Watching him disappearing in the crowd, you rolled your eyes and reached for your wand, “Accio!”

And things like that kept on happening.

Fred and George were banned from partnering in potion class, since students’ cauldrons tend to explode mysteriously whenever the twins were partners. You and Fred were also banned from partnering, because your cauldron also tend to explode whenever the two of you were partners.

So today, Fred was partnering with a Hufflepuff girl in potion class and you were sitting behind them. You swore to Merlin that Fred was flirting with that girl the entire class period. 

That you endured, but what really got on your nerves was when you heard him saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the fire, or else the cauldron will explode just like Y/N’s.”

You felt like all the blood in your body has suddenly rushed into your head due to anger. Last time when you asked him to keep an eye on the fire so you could read the instructions, he replied, “Can’t you do it yourself?” You got mad at him and didn’t pay attention when the fire was growing tall, causing your cauldron to explode.

Now you felt like your temper has exploded, and unfortunately, your cauldron exploded with it.

“Miss (Y/L/N), does your cauldron have a problem or do you have a problem?” you heard Snape’s cold monotone.

“I’m sorry professor.”

You glared at Fred. He was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his face was flushed. You looked at him and you looked at your now messy table, you couldn’t help but rolled your eyes. Merlin, maybe he was right. Maybe you did roll your eyes way too often.

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Then strange things started to happen. Many girls started to wave at you too. And you soon realized the reason behind this.

One day, a Ravenclaw girl came to you. It looked like she was hesitant but she still managed to get the question out, “Are you...are you Fred or George’s girlfriend?

“What? No!” You were just confused. Why would she assume that? Has she seen how Fred treated you? Who would treat their girlfriend like that?

“Great!” She let out a sigh of relief and then handed you a small box, “Could you please give this to Fred for me? Thanks!”

“Sure?” She ran away after you took the box, leaving you there with your feet glued to the floor and having no idea how to feel about this.

Curiosity was urging you to open that box and see what’s inside, but your conscience stopped you. Judging by her blush and the pink wrapping, it was probably a love letter or chocolate or something of that sort.

You didn’t know why, but you suddenly didn’t want to help her anymore. A part of you even urged you to throw the box away, but at the end you still delivered the box to Fred.

“Blimey Y/N, didn’t know you fancy me!” He took the box and gasped dramatically.

“No idiot, this is from another girl.” You slapped him on his arm, “I sort of just became her wing-woman.” 

“Aww Y/N, don’t feel discouraged. If you ever need a wingman, George can help you with that!”

“What about you?”

He opened his mouth but no words came out yet. You were sure that he was probably going to tease you again, but you just didn’t have the energy to do this with him today. So before he could say anything, you spoke first, “Never mind, George is probably more reliable anyways.” And you left.

“Where are you going?” You heard him yelling from behind.

“My bed! It’s tired being a wing-woman.”

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Then life went back to normal. You would still hangout with the twins and help them with new prank ideas. You and Fred were still constantly bickering whenever you two have the chance. It was just that more and more girls came to you asking for help to deliver gifts to the twins. Even a Beauxbatons girl came to you once. Guess everyone was just trying to find a perfect date for the upcoming dance.

After deciding to stay as far away as possible from Fred during potion class, you actually became friends with a Gryffindor boy. His name was Finley Laurent. He was tall and you could always see a smirk on his lips. He was also really funny and you two hit it off right away.

You two went from studying in the library together, to going on Hogsmeade dates. Before the Yule ball, he asked you to be his date and you agreed to it happily.

The Yule ball soon arrived. You did your makeup and hair and you put on the dress your mother sent you. You were so excited about this, in fact you even went downstairs early to wait for your date.

But instead of Finley, you ran into the twins first.

“Blimey Y/N, I should’ve asked you to the dance! Didn’t know you could look this...tolerable!” Fred exclaimed teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, “Thank you for your ‘kind compliment’, but I already have a date!”

“Y/N! Are you coming with us?” You heard Angelina’s voice.

“No, Y/N already has a date. She doesn’t want to hangout with us anymore.” Fred said bitterly, didn’t give you the chance to talk, “Let’s go!”

The twins walked away with Angelina and Lee was waiting for them at the entrance. You realized that they were going as a group. You were suddenly regretting your choice now. It would be so fun going with them. 

Wait, what were you thinking? Did you want to hear Fred making fun of your dress or the way you dance for the entire night? You were sure that going with Finley would be just as fun.

You waited at the entrance for at least twenty minutes. It looked like everyone who was attending the ball has already entered the ball room. You finally decided to walk into the ball room alone. Did Finley bail on you? Was he sick? You had to admit that you were slightly annoyed but you were still worried about him.

But as soon as you saw the truth, you’d rather know that he was sick.

He was dancing with another girl. They were dancing and laughing together and the picture looked so great. So great that it suddenly seemed like you were the one who’s barging in now.

You could feel all of the blood in your body boiling as you walked over to him. “Care to explain?” You asked as politely as you could.

“Y/N...” He was surprised to see you suddenly appearing in front of him, but the words he was about to say sounded pretty well-prepared, “I’m sorry, Y/N. This is my girlfriend. We were in a fight before, but we got back together right before the Yule ball. I didn’t know things would turn out this way...”

“So am I just a backup plan?” Your brain still wasn’t fully able to process the situation right now that you felt almost like a bystander. You didn’t know what to think and you didn’t know what to do.

It was clear that he didn’t know how to face this situation either. Even the girl next to him was feeling ashamed of him. She just lowered her head and didn’t look at any of you.

“Oh baby you are here!” Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice. You turned your head stiffly to look at the source of the voice. Tall, redheaded, freckles, deep brown eyes. Your brain slowly began to piece together the name of this person, Fred Weasley.

He held your hand and he looked like he was sorry, in his own dramatic way. “Baby, I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault! I should’ve never argued with you! Will you please forgive me?”

You squinted your eyes and stared at Fred all confused. 

He squeezed your hand lightly, hinting you to just follow his lead.

“What’s going on here?” Finley finally managed to say something.

Fred suddenly let go of your hand and his left hand snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, “It’s my fault to even let you have the chance to invite my girlfriend to the dance, but mate, haven’t you realized yet?”

“Realized what?”

“No offense, but can’t you see that you’re just a less-handsome substitute for me?”

Now it was Finley’s turn to be so angry that he couldn’t speak anymore, but Fred was right about one thing. You finally realized why Finley felt familiar to you. 

Maybe he was indeed a less-handsome version of Fred. They were both tall. They both have freckles. Merlin, even both of their names start with the letter “F”. But Finley’s smile was nothing compared to Fred’s. Fred’s smile was always so confident and cheerful. Even though you probably would never tell him, but his smile would always light up your day and make you feel just a little bit more hopeful on a bad day. 

“Let’s go!” Fred grabbed your hand and you two ran away before Finley exploded.

You two eventually went to the Gryffindor common room because Fred had a bucket of ice cream hidden in his dorm. The sweetness of ice cream healed your wounded pride and calmed your temper.

“Thanks, for having my back today.”

“Merlin, Y/N! Didn’t know you knew the word ‘thanks’.”

You slapped him on his arm and he acted like he was suffering a mortal wound.

“It was nothing. Anything for my best mate!”

“Best mate my arse!”

You couldn’t sleep that night. What was keeping you awake wasn’t the wrong you’ve suffered tonight, but the sound of Fred calling you his girlfriend.

You knew he was just saying that to get on Finley’s nerves and you felt ridiculous that this scene was playing on repeat in your mind. You just couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the warm fuzzy feeling rising up in your heart, spreading through your whole body.

It was terrible, but you found yourself becoming the girls that you would usually roll your eyes at. You were falling for Fred Weasley. Or you’ve already fell for him a long time ago, but you’ve only realized it today.

But what’s even worse was that you knew you would never have a chance with him. Merlin! Just think about how he treated you. He was always so mean to you and he was treating you like you were just one of his friends, not a potential girlfriend. You just felt hopeless.

So you’ve decided. You have to kill your feelings for him before it grows.

Or at least, before he found out.

1996

Under Umbridge’s control, everyone’s life was just miserable. Especially the twins who were natural trouble makers. You have tried to persuade them to lay low during a time like this, but they thought a time like this was exactly when people needed their products and laughters in their lives.

You joined Dumbledore’s Army with Fred and George. In Dumbledore’s Army, you met Ernest Macmillan, a Hufflepuff boy. He was a nice guy and you two became friends immediately. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a soft personality, nothing like Fred Weasley. Great, you thought that was a good sign.

Fred was still the same. He would still tease you when he saw you hanging out with Ernie.

“Y/N, what are you trying to do to that poor boy!” or “Ernie, you gotta be careful. This woman’s cauldron would always explode mysteriously. Maybe one day you will explode too!”

You would always roll your eyes at him when you heard him saying something like that. You were both graduating this year. How could he still be this immature?

Unfortunately, Umbridge still found out about Dumbledore’s Army and everyone in the army suffered from that torturing quill.

After finally leaving her office, you sat on the bench in the hallway. You stared at your bloodied hand that read “I must not disobey”, tears started to well up in your eyes.

Ernie was sitting next to you, “Are you alright?”

You saw the same scar on his hand and you just couldn’t hold your tears anymore. You started crying. When will days like this finally end?

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held up your wounded hand. He tried to alleviate your pain by gently blowing air on it. “The pain will stop in a minute. I promise you.”

You closed your eyes and rested your head on Ernie’s shoulder without realizing that not far from here, Fred was staring at your direction.

So you didn’t need him right now. That’s perfectly fine, he thought. He just turned around and left, with his right hand covering up his wounded left hand. But what if he needed you?

A few days later before curfew, Fred came to you and brought you to a deserted hallway. You were still wondering what he was trying to do, but he waved his wand and a few fireflies appeared and started flying around you.

The light in the hallway was dim, but the fireflies were lighting up your face. It felt like the stars have suddenly came down from the starry night sky to dance around you. It was cliche to say, but you felt like you were in a fairy tale.

“When did you learn to do this? It’s brilliant!” It was rare that you wanted to compliment him without making fun of him first.

“Y/N, I fancy you.”

Your heart probably skipped a beat, maybe more than one beat. Was this what you were always dreaming of?

But your smile soon froze on your face. He’s Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake! The guy who was probably joking about 80% of everything he ever said.

So was this just another prank? You were pretty sure you saw him flirting with another girl yesterday and how can you forget the way he always treated you! You thought the answer was pretty clear.

“Hahaha,” you laughed sarcastically, “Very funny Fred, but I’m not that stupid. I know you too well.”

“What?” He was still trying to pretend like he was confused.

“I bet George is hiding somewhere now, waiting to see my reaction. Where is he?” You walked pass Fred and began to search for George.

But you heard him said, “So am I only a joke to you?”

“What?” Now you were confused.

“Never mind, just forget I said anything tonight.” And he just walked away.

Not long after Fred’s gone, George showed up just as you expected. But he looked so disappointed with his brows furrowed.

The air between you two were making you panic, but you still managed to sound indifferent, “What’s wrong with Fred? So his prank didn’t work. What’s the big deal?”

“Y/N, he wasn’t joking.”

“So you are also part of this prank? Please, I saw him flirting with some other girl yesterday. I’m not that stupid.”

“He only did that because you were around. He just thought that you look cute when you are mad at him. It’s childish I know. I told him that you might misunderstand it, but you know him, he’s just like that. The more he likes you, the more he’s gonna make fun of you.” George sounded so serious, “You should know. You two are just the same.”

“I...” you were speechless, George’s words blew up in your mind like someone has casted reducto there.

“Don’t try to deny it. You are too obvious. You are both too obvious.” George continued, “I don’t know why he’s only telling you this now. Maybe because he panicked after seeing you with Ernie. Maybe because we are going to leave Hogwarts soon.”

“What?? What do you mean by you are leaving Hogwarts???” You couldn’t keep your cool anymore. You were all already graduating this year. What were they thinking?

“Fred was going to tell you tonight. We both thought our future lay outside the world of academic achievement. And now with Umbridge in charge, we just can’t stay here anymore. Not even for a few months.”

You immediately grabbed him by his arm and pulled him to run towards the Gryffindor common room. You still couldn’t quite process what was going on. Your head was a mess and your heart was beating like crazy, but there was only one thing you were clear about.

“Where are you going!”

“I need to find him!”

You two managed to get into the Gryffindor common room before curfew. Fred was standing there, looking surprised that you showed up with George.

You weren’t someone who liked to share too much about your private life, but you just couldn’t see anyone else in the room anymore now. There was only one person in your eyes and one person on your mind. You walked straight to Fred and just blurted out, “I fancy you!”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes. And now he’s playing dumb? You grabbed his collar and  pulled him down, smashing your lips together. Everyone in the common room was cheering now.

You finally let go of him and he grinned, “Are you trying to prank me?”

“Sure, if you say so.”

“Alright,” he smirked, “I dare you to prank me everyday.”

“Challenge accepted.” You smiled, as he pulled you into another breathless kiss.

2000

“FRED WEASLEY!” You knew shouting wasn’t right, the entire Diagon Alley probably heard you now. But your brain went blank when you saw the empty cake box.

You spent the entire afternoon yesterday trying to bake a cake for Molly’s birthday today, but the cake disappeared now. There was only an empty cake box with some cake crumbs left, telling you that the cake wasn’t just a product of your imagination. You knew George would probably ask you about it when he saw a random cake. But Fred’s different, so you could easily pinpoint the suspect now.

You didn’t have the time to bake another cake. You were leaving in five minutes and you’ve already changed into your dress.

“What happened!” Fred walked out of the room, still fixing his tie and looking all innocent.

You waved the empty cake box at him.

“Oh...” he laughed awkwardly, possibly trying to act all cute to make you forgive him.

“FRED WEASLEY, what is you problem!”

“Merlin, we are gonna be so late!” He grabbed your hand and apparated you two into the Burrows before you could say anything else.

“Oh dear, you two are here!” Molly jumped when you two suddenly appeared, but she was also very happy to see you. “Y/N dear, what’s that in your hand?” She pointed at the empty cake box that was still in your hand.

“Oh...I baked you a cake yesterday for your birthday, but Fred ate it all.”

Fred grinned at Molly, “But I can assure you that the cake was delicious! This woman’s cauldron may explode, but her cake was brilliant!”

You couldn’t help but rolled your eyes.

He pulled you closer by your waist and winked at you, “Love, if you keep rolling your eyes this often, maybe one day they might never roll back.”

“If you keep winking this often, maybe one day your eyelids might fall off.”

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A/N: Hope you like! Please like, reblog, comment, whatever! I need validation! 😂 I wrote this on a whim and okay, if anyone knows that like interview or whatever that Selena Gomez did where she was asked a song that reminded her of being in love, that’s what got me writing this at midnight because I caught inspiration. 

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“Y/N will play with us! Won’t you, Y/N?” Ginny yelled out as she entered the common room, ruining the world you distracted yourself in with your book. Behind her was a group of people, a couple of them having the Weasley red hair, but all of them your friends. Ginny smiled at you, approaching the table you sat at and sliding into the seat.

You sighed deeply, putting a fake smile on your own face as you closed your book. “What are we playing?” A few people celebrated as you agreed, but right away your eyes flickered to a certain nervous face. It wasn’t that Fred didn’t want you to play, it was that since you both broke up 3 weeks ago, you’ve barely said a word to him. If you play this game, you’d be close, not walking out of rooms the moment the other walks in. You gulped, feeling Ginny pull you over to the couches where everyone began taking seats. You fell in between Hermione and Harry, both of them quickly noticing Fred taking the seat farthest from you.

There were 7 people playing with you. Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron, the twins, and Angelina. George pulled out a box from behind him as you quirked a brow. “What are we playing?” you asked again, letting a laugh as George made a big debacle of opening it.

“It’s a game Fred and George made.” Hermione said as leaned over to you, amused to see how this would turn out. “We’re the test subjects.”

Your eyes went wide. “What pranks weren’t enough, they moved onto games?” you laughed as Hermione smiled and shrugged, knocking her shoulder with yours.

“Tell us the rules.” Ginny told her brother causing George to roll his eyes as he removed the last two things from the box.

“It’s a simple game.” He began, sharing a smirk with Fred.

“Like Truth or Dare.”

“Only different.” They said together, having planned their pitch beforehand. You kept your eyes on George as they spoke, too afraid of sparing a glance to Fred as he carried on.

“We’re spilt into two teams and each team gets a vial and a card.” He held up each object to demonstrate, the vial was quite large, barely able to fit his hand as he placed it on the table and the card looked blank. Fred’s eyes met yours briefly as you looked at the objects, a hitch in his breathing letting you know he hadn’t seen it coming. George waited for his brother to say the next line before realizing he was looking at you, too busy staring at your now down casted face as George took over.

“The card will ask whoever’s holding it a question, and you have to answer truthfully, otherwise you have to do the dare that’s written on the back.” Fred seemed to snap out of his trance in the middle of George’s instructions, shifting in his seat as he kept his eyes off you for the time being. “Whenever you answer a question truthfully, part of the vial fills up. If you choose the dare instead, the vial doesn’t fill. The first team to answer enough questions to fill the vial completely, wins.”

Small sounds of intrigue went around the group and it seemed like everyone wanted to play the game. “How are we splitting us up?” Ron asked, glancing around the group. “Older versus younger?” He offered and you swallowed thickly. That would put you on a team with Fred, and you weren’t sure that’s what you wanted. Hermione, having seen your reaction to Ron’s suggestion, was the first to step in.

“How about girls versus boys, instead?” She offered. There were a few sounds of agreement, but when Hermione shot Ron and Harry a glare and flickered her eyes between you and Fred, Harry and Ron were suddenly more enthusiastic about the idea. Everyone moved, putting the girls together on one side of the table and the boys on the other.

“Thank you.” You whispered to Hermione and she squeezed your hand under the table. She might be 2 years younger than you, but Hermione has always been easy to talk to, especially in the last few weeks.

The twins got the game started, using Harry as the first person to answer a question. The question he had to answer was simple: What’s your favorite dessert?

“Treacle tarts.” Harry answered immediately and you had to hold back a chuckle, remembering all the times you’ve seen him stuff his face with them. The boy’s vial started to fill slowly from the bottom, a blue liquid inside that you all furrowed your brows at.

“What is that?” Angelina asked from next to you.

Fred and George shared a look and a smile as the they answered her together. “Magic.” Everyone chuckled at them, including you. You knew they wouldn’t say, gotta have their secrets. What you weren’t aware of, was Fred watching as you laughed, the slight tug of his heart when he heard the sound he’d grown to miss.

The questions kept coming, each group taking turns answering them as the vials slowly filled up. A few people had opted for taking dares as the questions became harder to answer. George, for one, was dared to change into girl clothes for the rest of the game and you took him upstairs, throwing him a few of your clothes to wear. Needless to say, it was quite entertaining for everyone as he came downstairs with you in tow and the whole group laughed, including the boy himself. Harry was dared to sprint down to the Slytherin Common room and back 3 times, and Angelina was dared to perform a song for the group, which George immediately complained about the unfairness of the dares in his own product. You had answered quite a few questions yourself, ones like: Your favorite place in the world or what’s the most illegal thing you’ve ever done. The girls’ vial was almost full as Hermione answered her most likely final question, leaving enough room for one last person, which much to your luck, was you. You sat with a smile, everyone laughing as Ron opted out of answering his question, deciding spilling who his crush was wasn’t something he was going to do, despite the fact that everyone knew it was Hermione, who blushed as you poked her leg.

“Alright Y/N, you just need one more question to win it for the girls.” George said with a smirk as Hermione passed you the card. You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a laugh from everyone as George put his hands up. “Or you could take the dare like a chicken and let us prove once and for all that we’re better.” The boys cheered in a friendly fashion as the girls booed, everyone sitting with a smile on their faces.

“Haven’t taken a dare yet, Weasley. Don’t plan on it now.” You shrugged with a cocky look before putting your hand to your chest. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s my jeans, chicken?” you asked, hearing Ginny clap as she laughed at her brother’s fallen face. Fred pulled your attention as he laughed at your question, seeing George shift awkwardly next to him. You quickly let your head drop again, wearing a fake smile as you tried not to look back up at him. It was harder to do than you thought.

“Read the card!” Ron laughed out, seeing the card had already scribbled a question on it.

“Okay!” Your grin turned real again as you started reading. “What is a song...” Everyone knew something was wrong the moment you stopped in the middle of the sentence and gulped, letting your smile fall off your face immediately. They all got quiet as they waited. “… that reminds you of being in love?”

Fred wasn’t sure he was breathing as you finished reading. You couldn’t spare him a glance, instead staring at the paper in front of you. Everyone was watching you, sharing looks with each other without any clue of what to do.

“You can do the dare, on the back.” Harry spoke up, pointing to the under side of the car. His words reminded you that you weren’t alone as you sucked in a breath, looking up to him and shook your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t know what fine meant, but you knew you were far from it. You tried to think, any song in the world that reminded you of being in love. The only problem was had only been in love with one person, and it ended with your heart broken. The only song you could think of was the one playing at the yule ball when Fred and you went together, the first time he ever told he loved you.

Does it remind of being in love if all it makes you feel is heartbroken?

“I don’t know.” You whispered, gently placing the card down on the table. Your eyes moved around everyone in the room before landing on Fred and neither of you looked away. “I don’t think I have one.”

Fred felt the sting behind his eyes as they met yours and he tried not to cry, not in front of everyone here during a game. A game that was supposed to be fun, a project he started 3 weeks ago to get his mind busy and off the breakup and here it was hurting him more.

The vial on the table slowly filled up as you turned to look, watching it change a light shade of purple as well, meaning your team won. No one celebrated. Instead you all sat there, frowns on your faces and you weren’t sure how long you could last before breaking down.

“Congratulations.” Fred said, keeping his voice low. “You guys win.” You knew he was speaking to your group, but if you had willed yourself to look at him one last time, you would’ve seen he was looking directly at you. He was gone the moment the words left his lips, running upstairs to his room. When you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, you felt Hermione putting an arm around you and pulling you into her arms. You allowed her to console you, letting the tears fall freely as Angelina grabbed your hand and Ginny moved behind you to rub your back.

You didn’t feel like you won anything.

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Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x f!reader

Summary: Two strangers laid their eyes upon one another and were captivated at first sight. All they were itching to know was their name yet who knew they were closer to each other than they realized.

Warning(s): cursing, fluff, adorable all around!!

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Part: 3

"Hurry up, Y/n!" Hinata yelled as he grew impatient.

"I'm coming, Shoyo! You're literally outside of my door." you hung up and grabbed your bag along with your phone.

Opening your bedroom door you saw your best friend standing there tapping his foot. "Was it really necesarry for you to call me when you were already here?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed "I don't want you changing plans last minute."

"I'm not going to bail on you guys." you chuckled "Relax, we are going to hangout together today."

"Alright. Come on we still need to get to the gym to warm up." he grabbed your hand and ran downstairs.

"Shoyo!" you exclaimed "Where's Tobio anyway?"

When you got to the bottom of the stairs you saw the black haired friend sitting down at the kitchen table. A sigh escaped your lips knowing he wouldn't pass up the chance of some milk with your mom's pastries. "I can't quite say that I'm surprised."

"Do you wnt...s-sum?" he muffled as he chewed down on the bread making his cheeks chubbier.

"I'll be fine." you answered unlike the orange hair who stuffed a plastic bag filled with pastries while your mom laughed.

"Why don't I just give you guys some extra ones?" your mom said as she filled another bag with individual wrapped bakery goods.

"We'd appreciate it!" the duo spoke.

"We gotta go or else you'll be late for the game!" you exclaimed pulling each one away from the counter covered in sweets.

"Let me get one more!" Hinata whined, "One more-"

"You'll both end up getting stomach aches if you don't stop!" you retorted.

What seemed like eternity you managed to get them out the door despite the begs. "Please make sure to come back soon boys!" your mom said.

"We'll be back Mrs. (last name)! Thank you for the sweets!" they both yelled in unison.

"I will see you before closing, mom." you kissed her cheek and grabbed the four bentos. "Thank you for the food!"

"Be careful okay?" she waved goodbye at you then chuckled to herself, "I'm glad my baby has her friends."

"Seriously you guys barely have enough time to get to the gym!" you yelled out as you three ran towards the school's grounds. "I told you we had to go!"

"Yeah but your mom's bread was so good!" Hinata jumped "It tasted like a fluffy cloud Y/n!"

"She definitely needs to bring her food to the next school's festival." Kageyama added "Imagine how much attention your mom's bakery would get."

You bit your lip "You're not wrong about that..."

Hinata looked at his watch, his eyes widened. "We only have 15 minutes to practice before the other school get's here Kageyama!"

"You idiot! I told you we had to go!" he moved closer to kick his butt but Hinata managed to dodge his hit.

"Oh shut up! You were stuffying your face too!"

"Why am I friends with these two again?" you muttered.

"Come on pick up the pace y/n!" Hinata and Kageyama grabbed your hands and ran faster than your legs could move.

"G-guys!" you exclaimed "I-I'll end up falling─ slow down!" they were too focused on getting to practice than hear about your objections "If I break a bone I'm telling my mom to ban you from the shop!"

After a five minute run that was supposed to be ten, you finally arrived. Your legs felt like jelly and your sweater was long gone as your body was too sweaty. 'This was worse than a summer day...' you thought, 'I showered and got dressed so nicely only for it to be ruined by those two. Ugh they owe me big time.'

You slowly treaded towards the stairs of the gym, their teammates were too busy preparing to notice you. A sigh escaped your lips upon feeling the cool air coming from the a/c. "This... this is nice." you mumbled. "It feels like a cold freezer..."

"Um... hi." a voice spoke coming from behind you.

"You two are so banned..." you muttered under your breath. Slowly you turned around to come face with two guys. 'They must be their teammates.'

"Are you going to keep blocking the door or can we get through?" the tall guy with the glasses spoke.

"Tsuki." the shorter one mumbled.

"Well?" he stared you down, "We don't have all day."

'He must be the guy that Shoyo and Tobio went up against.' you thought.

"R-right... but you don't have to be so rude you know." you answered.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes walking passed you meanwhile his friend gave you an apologetic smile. "He's usually not mean." he chuckled slightly "Do you need help with something?"

"No... I came to see some friends. But they left me out on the front steps to get ready for your match today."

"Wait... are you really their friend?" he asked.

"If you're talking about the tall one and the ginger then yes." you chuckled, "They said it was fine for me to come today."

"Don't take this the wrong way but..." he scratched his cheek looking away from you, "I'm surprised they have a friend that's a girl, given the way that they are."

"No worries. I understand what you mean especially since we met in very different times." You two walked inside "I'm still surprised they are friends."

"Y/n!" looking to the left you saw Yachi jogging over to you. "Oh hey, Tadashi!"

"I should go warm up, it was nice meeting you!"

"You too Tadashi!"

She then spoke again, "What happened to you? Did you run all the way here?"

"Hinata and Kageyama were too busy stuffing their faces with my mom's pastries. By the time they actually listened to me it was too late and we had to run all the way here." you whined "Now I'm all covered in sweat and I feel disgusting."

"I told them not to get distracted." she sighed "Do you want to freshen up? I have an extra shirt in the club room."

"Really? Id really appreciate that."

"Come on we still have a few minutes before the whole team gets here."

Your feet were too tired to walk yet somehow you managed to go upstairs to the room. "I swear one day those two will be the death of me." you complained.

"Can you blame them? Your mom's sweets are too good." Yachi chuckled.

Shaking your head you went inside and washed your face along with your arms and back. "How are the two doing with their quick attack by the way?" you asked.

"They're getting there, although they still want to make sure it comes out perfect. Coach Ukai said they need to upgrade it or else it won't be enough to get past the blocker's hands."

You nodded, "There's no doubt in my mind they will make it work. From the videos you've sent me those two can work a miracle even if they end up fighting... their goals are the same."

"Oh right I was going to ask you..." Yachi continued "... how did it go with your guy by the way? Did he end up messaging you?"

Biting your lip, you put on the white clean shirt. "He did, he was so nervous and sweet. I apologized to him about what my mom did yet he said he didn't mind because he was nervous about talking to me." you giggled.

"Wait so your mom really did give him your phone number?!"

"She did! I wasn't expecting her to go that far." you answered "But it is kinda embarrasing how she had to do it for me though..."

"Nonesense!" she exclaimed "You just needed that little push well you both did. I'm sure he knows that especially since he took the time to message you."

It was difficult to hide the smile that kept creeping up on your face. "As cliche as it sounds... it really feels like a movie Yachi."

"You're barely at the talking stage but what if he asks you out on a date then to become something more. Are you ready to go that far?"

Closing the locker you turned to face her, "Not going to lie with everything that has happened... I feel scared to say yes. After what happened I never really thought someone would take an interest in me and that I'd feel the same way."

Yachi placed her hand on your shoulder, "It's been at least 4 four years I think it is time to enjoy a new adventure in your life. You may never know what might happen."

"Yeah, I know."

There was a knock on the door, "Hey! Yachi are you almost ready? Kiyoko said she needs your help setting up."

"Yeah! We'll be right there Sugawara!" she yelled back.

"Who's Sugawara?" you asked.

"Come on let's go meet the rest of the team that way it'll be easier." she chuckled taking your hand and walking back to the gym.

There were sudden butterflies in your stomach, although you knew your friends were part of the team, you couldn't but wonder if it was okay for you to come. All you wanted was to make a good impression for the team that gave your friends the opportunity to play.

As soon as she opened the door everyone turned their heads to look at you. Two memebers then ran over to you both making you jump back.

"A new girl!" they yelled in unison.

"She's so cute!" the shorter one exclaimed.

"You didn't tell us you had such a pretty friend Yachi!" the taller one added.

Yachi became flustered, "Ah! T-this is m-my friend! She came to w-watch the game today. Y/n this is Tanaka and Nishinoya."

Feeling embarrassed you gave them a nod, "It's nice to meet you guys."

"She's so adorable!" Tanaka exclaimed "I hope we get to see you around here more often."

"Oh... um sure, if you guys don't mind." you said.

"Where have you been all my life?!" Nishinoya's eyes widened not being able to handle how cute you looked.

"Oh Y/n!" Hinata then jogged over to you guys "Can you help us toss some balls?"

"Yeah let's go-" you went to follow Hinata only to be taken away in the opposite direction.

"You need to meet the whole team." Nishinoya held your hand dragging you over to what seemed to be the third years along with other members.

"Guys! This is Yachi's friend, Y/n! Y/n, this is Suga or Sugawara for short, Asahi, Tsukishima, Tadashi, and Ennoshita!"

You tried to hide your nervousness, "Hello! It's nice to meet you guys, thank you for letting my friends play."

Tsukishima stared at you with an uninterested look, while Tadashi smiled softly.

"How did you manage for Hinata and Kageyama to get along? They were at each other's throats." Sugawara chuckled.

"Well... let's just say it's still hasn't changed much." you rubbed the back of your head. "But we make it work."

"Are you also a first year?" Ennoshita asked.

"Mhm I had to change school's during the second semester." you answered. "Karasuno is my second school."

"Well welcome to the team, I apologize in advance if things get out of control." Sugawara said "They're usually..." he tried to put into words but you understood.

"No worries if I can handle those two I'm sure it won't bother me." you chuckled. "Is this the whole team?"

"We're only missing our captain." Asahi answered, "Where is he anyways?"

Tskushima shrugged "He said something about needing to find his knee pads."

"Anyway we should go get ready before the school shows up. Let's start to warm up." Sugawara said and everyone went off to do their own things. "If you want you can sit down besides Coach Ukai and Mr. Takeda."

"Oh okay." you then looked around "Do you need help with anything?"

"I think we should be good, can you help with picking up the volleyballs and putting them in that basket when the other team gets here?"

"Sure." you were about to grab the cart when you heard the door open again.

"Oh! Daichi come over here!" he yelled.

Your feet froze, the numbness you felt earlier in your legs returned. 'Please... don't be who I think it is...' you thought lowering your head, 'Oh my god what if he gets dissappointed?'

You tried to subtly fix your hair and tuck in the club room shirt. Sugawara noticed, "Are you okay─"

"What is it Suga?" Daichi asked as he walked over to where you both were.

"This is the friend that they were talking about, this is Y/n." he said smiling softly at you. "Daichi?"

You slowly lifted your head to come face to face with those loving brown eyes. Daichi was in the same state as you, shocked yet happy to finally see you.

"Are you alright?" Sugawara asked looking at him.

"Y-yeah..." he chuckled awkwardly "It should have been obvious right?"

Your face was hot, "Y-yeah, I shouldn't have been so dumb."

"You two know each other-"

"This is y/n... the one I've been telling you about." Daichi said.

"Oh...." Suga mumbled "So you're the one he can't stop rambling about." a smirked then formed on his lips.

You blushed, "W-what, really?"

"Suga!" Daichi exclaimed.

"I can't believe after all this time you two would end up meeting each other at school." he said.

"Yeah..." you chuckled lightly "I knew you played a sport but never thought you were my friend's captain."

"I didn't know if it sounded cool─" he admitted.

"Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed "It's amazing! Volleyball isn't an easy sport. The amount of people that depend on you to lead them, yet you still have their backs and know what to say" you smiled looking up at him. "It's admirable really."

Daichi rubbed the back of his head, shyly smiling "Thank you I try my best to keep them under control... but sometimes they don't bother to listen."

"I know how that feels."

Sugawara stood quiet watching you two converse as if you were the only ones. He wanted to say something to get Daichi all flustered but didn't have the heart to do so. 'I am sooo going to have fun with this.' he thought.

[abarbaricyalp]

('til i carry you home) Your Hand in My Hand

Prompt Fill #1 for the ask sitting in my box: Handholding 10/ happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

Lordy help me, I went back to the fr@ au :/

AO3 link in the reblog!

Sam was a little bit sun drunk and a lot a bit beer drunk and he wasn’t sure which to blame on the way he was laying across Bucky’s bare, warm back while Bucky tried to grill burgers in the courtyard of the frat house. Sam said ‘tried’ because, well, he had taken Bucky’s hand hostage half an hour ago and hadn’t let go since. At first, Bucky had put up an admirable fight against the rest of the frat bros about who had to do the cooking at what point. How was he supposed to grill and hold Sam’s hand and hold his beer? He was occupied and didn’t want to put either thing down. Someone else could put the burgers on the pit and half watch them.

But then Sam had forgotten about Bucky’s out and finished off the beer in his hand and then grabbed them another one, ice cold from the box and soothing on his rapidly warming, sun-toasted skin. And, well, that was the end of Bucky’s beer hand.

“So I was tellin’ Frankie,” Bucky was saying to someone Sam didn’t recognize. After a month and a half together, Sam had gotten to know most of the guys who lived in the house but parties like this brought dozens and dozens of other people to the house and Sam just could not be forced to care about anyone’s friends except the people Bucky actually liked. “I was tellin’ Frankie… I was tellin’ him… Shit, Sam, what was I tellin’ Frank?” Bucky asked, turning to look over his shoulder at Sam.

“I didn’t know you’d seen Frank recently,” Sam said with a yawn, curling his fingers in Bucky’s hand for a second to let a little bit of air attempt to dry the sweat between them.

“He called the other night. Maybe you weren’t here. Anyway, it was something about--”

Sam closed his eyes against the excessive October warmth again, cheek rested on Bucky’s shoulder, feeling the low grumble of his voice more than listening to it. He could even almost ignore the jostling of people at his back like this, narrow his existence down to the two feet depth he and Bucky took up together in the patio courtyard.

Sam had almost drifted off when Bucky suddenly let go of his hand for only a split second, though it was enough to have Sam drunkenly whining, before he threw his arm over Sam’s shoulders and grabbed his hand again. It left Sam’s arm bent at the elbow and sweat immediately began to pool there, but at least Bucky was holding him again.

“And then, get this, the bastard jumped out of the dummy plane into the pool,” Bucky was saying as he leaned back against a stone bench. He took the drink from Sam’s hand and gestured with it as he continued his story. Or Frank’s story. Sam wasn’t sure where the segways were when Bucky got animated like this. “He’s fearless. It’s wild. He’s wild. Man, this is almost empty.” The last part was directed at Sam and was accompanied by Bucky shaking the beer bottle.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “It was colder than just standing around.”

Bucky laughed, full chested but still lacking. It was the way he laughed when people were watching him, when he wanted people to think he was fun and silly. Not quite the way he belly laughed with Sam, arms around his middle, curled to one side to hide his scrunched up face. Certainly not the ungainly way he snorted when Sam surprised him with a biting remark or mean observation.

The guy Bucky was talking to drifted to another conversation--something that involved him puking on a beach--and Bucky looked over at Sam, fake smile immediately falling into the one that Sam knew better.

“Hey,” he said with a nod.

Sam rolled his eyes but nodded back. “Hey. Come here often?”

“Well, I live here, so.” Bucky’s mouth quirked to the side and he leaned down to kiss the corner of Sam’s mouth before they could even finish the pantomime. “How ‘bout you?”

“Yeah, I keep getting dragged over here,” Sam said. “Got it bad for one of the guys who lives here.”

“Gross,” Bucky answered and kissed him again.

“Barnes, the burgers, come on!” someone shouted over at them.

Bucky flicked him off, though it wasn’t so intimidating with him trying ot hold onto the empty bottle at the same time. He tossed it towards a bin and Sam cringed at the crash of glass on glass.

“Wouldn’t this be easier with your flesh hand? Or both?” Sam asked as Bucky tried to fight with a flame that had suddenly roared up thanks to some excess fat dripping down to the coals. As if Sam wasn’t the one holding on. Then again, Bucky had freed himself and then reattached himself. So maybe it was his fault now.

“Maybe,” Bucky said, shoving a metal spatula under a patty from the side without a flame. “But then I’d have to let go of you. And if I do that, you might run off to someone cuter. Since, apparently, you have a thing for guys in this house.”

See, his fault.

Sam rolled his eyes again and his drunkenness washed over him suddenly, head going light at the sudden disorientation. Bucky’s arm tightened around his shoulder so Sam didn’t stumble.

“You’re the biggest lightweight I’ve ever met. You’ve got so much muscle hiding on those bones of yours and still can’t hold cheap beer.”

“Sorry I’m not used to bad alcohol,” Sam mumbled and dropped his face to Bucky’s neck.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. Just for Sam, like those laughs and that smile. “You can’t just do this to me.”

“‘M not doin’ anything,” Sam yawned, then let his lips drag over the sweaty skin of Bucky’s neck. Goosebumps followed after his mouth.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed again, a hitch appearing at the end.

“Buck!” Clint called out, which was about the only voice in the crowd that could make Sam lift his head to look at what commotion was happening.

A bad one, actually. A very large beach ball was falling right over the open flame of the grill and all the very well formed patties that someone--fuck, Ben something?--had worked on for ages.

Bucky batted the ball away, sent it spinning over their heads towards the cactus, and then he pulled Sam along with him to jog a few steps to bat it back towards Clint and his friends up at the basketball court before it could become victim to agave spines. “How are you gonna try to cause an explosion when you’re not even the one cooking?” Bucky called up at him.

Clint raised both hands in an exaggerated shrug and went back to whatever dumb game they were playing. Bucky went back to tending the burgers one handed. Sam tried to subtly roll out his shoulder.

“How long are you gonna hold me hostage?” Sam asked with no heat in his voice.

“Until I can get you back into my bed. Or your bed.” His eyes flickered up to Sam’s balcony. “Quieter in your bed.”

“I don’t have AC right now,” Sam reminded him.

“Fuck your neighbors. And your leasing office.”

Sam had to agree. Spending several days at the frat house had never been his idea of fun and he was almost to his end with it all. “I like your bed,” he said instead of saying any of that. “It’s soft.”

“It’s the blanket. I’ll get you one for Christmas.”

Sam laughed and Bucky pulled him closer, kissing his hair and squeezing his hand. The idea that Bucky was already thinking about them together months in the future was enough to make heat, hotter than the air around them, bloom in his stomach. He held onto Bucky’s hand tighter and silently promised to never let go.

[sunshineseung]

My assumptions about you based on who your stray kids bias is~

Bang Chan: you’re constantly horny, but you mask it with 🌸🥺💗💌 but we all know what you’re thinking about, and it’s Chris’ arms. 90% of your camera roll is pictures of Chan being cute or sexy, and your YouTube history is just Chan’s room clips. You’re also super duper OT8 though. You love these boys almost as much as your bias does. I’m guessing you went through an emo phase sometime in your life, or at least often wear all black with layers upon layers no matter the weather. 

Lee Know: you’re really smart and/or really gay. Lesbians love Lino! You’ve probably read the hunger games or a similar book series at some point, and now you just like guys that are cold or serious a lot. You’re some of the only people that see minho for more than just being “mean”, and I really appreciate that. Also, you’re all cat people. Unlike stray kids, you can name and identify all of Minho’s cats, and I’m sure he appreciates that. Although most people would get mad, you’re through the moon when your favorite idols post selfies with stupid, face-warping filters, and theyre more than often your lock screen. Overall, you’re the superior kind of stay, and far too powerful to be contained.

Changbin: Oh my god, we get it, you love him. (kidding, please keep talking about him). You have a real heart of gold. Basically the nicest person ever, but you can still pick on your friends from time to time. There’s so much love in your heart, but most of it is for Changbin. No offence, but you’re probably short (although arent most stays short?). Crazy assumption, but did you go through a steven universe/gravity falls phase? Don’t worry, the best of us did. You probably have very fond memories of children’s media like cartoons or childrens books, and i’m nearly certain you own at least two Squishmallows. I will protect you at all costs.

Hyunjin: Oh, so you’re really hot. You’re also very opinionated and outgoing when needed, but damn. Leave some for the rest of us. You don’t even know you’re breaking hearts left and right, but please don’t stop. You don’t have a ton of friends, but a few very close ones, and you’re okay with that. You’re also very talented at a lot of things, even things you don’t know or think you’re good at. The jack of all trades type. You’re very much the kind of person to speak up when you see something going wrong, whether it’s bigotry, bullying, or anything you personally don’t agree with. Don’t get it wrong, though, if anyone even mentions Hyunjin or Stray Kids, you’re ready to go on a 5 hours tirade about how amazing and talented and pretty Hwang Hyunjin is. May god have mercy on those who are within earshot. 

Han: Stop acting so tough. We all know you’re just a little softy. No amount of silver jewelry or punk/alternative clothing can hide who you are inside: a baby. Han Jisung is your wallpaper, your app icons, your inspiration, your happiness!!! You would do anything to protect Jisung and make him happy. If you ever hear your friends or loved ones talking poorly about themselves, you’re ready to jump on them and cover them in love and compliments and reassure them that they are incredible. You’re everyone’s best friend and you don’t even know it. You’re also super duper funny! This might sound odd, but you probably have a strong opinion about tiktok houses. Quick question: what’s your favorite sitcom to reference? Or what’s the tiktok audio you reference constantly for a month before forgetting it exists? 

Felix: You’re adorable. You make my fragile little heart melt. Your existence lights up the lives of everyone around you, and the brightness of your smile is rivalled only by the sun. Although you might be a little anxious sometimes, your presence is a present and everyone adores you! You’re so nice to everyone around you, and we all appreciate it. To you, Felix is your happy place. Truly, just looking at a picture of Felix makes you feel warm and cozy in the best way possible. Although you first fell in love with him for his voice, by now you understand all of his talents and charms. You’re beyond whipped for this man, but whenever asked about it, you just say “I love him” :) super cute omg. Sorry if this calls you out, but you probably went through a Dan and Phil phase, and you might even still watch them to this day, albeit without the sharpie whiskers. Stay cute, babes!

Seungmin: You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You look like Linda Evangelista. You’re a model. Did you stone those tights? Oh, you’re smiling! ... okay but can we talk about how amazing Seungmin biased people are? Literally so nice and well mannered, and I’m not just saying that because I’m one of them. You’re sometimes really sassy and catty, but most of the time, you’re just a ball of sunshine. You’re super cute, and you’re probably obsessed with cottage core aesthetic or Sanrio characters (or both)! You probably play and instrument of some kind, or even sing a little. Maybe even draw omg you’re talentedddd. You’re also accidentally funny a lot, whether that’s from clumsiness or cuteness. Despite looking adorable, you’re uper smart and cunning, probably witty as fuck when you get into arguments, which isn’t often because you shut down the other person faster than they can think of a response. Lovely lovely lovely people!

Jeongin: You’re either a few years older than Jeongin and baby him to death or you’re a few years younger than him and you just think he’s cute (although he’s getting a lot hotter omg did you see his arms???) You can be a little quiet sometimes, but whenever you talk, it’s something mindblowingly insightful or painfully hilarious. You can be super cute when you need to get something, and only when you want something. Again, you break hearts left and right, but don’t stop. Everyone fucking loooooooves you, and your friend group will not hesitate to remind you how much they appreciate you. You have a bunch of hidden talents that only a very few amount of people know, because to you, they’re just hobbies. You’re super talented and amazing, and you don’t even know it! You’re probably very clumsy and bubbly, even when no one is around. There’s probably some Panic! at the Disco or Troye Sivan on your playlist. 

woof this was rough lol i hope this was funny to some people. reblog with how much i got right about you in the tags, cuties! :)

[feralphoenix]

HOWMST BELL THE CAT? - A treatise on one aspect of how the Pale King sealed the Radiance

sup hollow knight fandom, i’m back with the picante takes again after having Noticed A Thing.

as with my previous essays i’ll put this guy up on dreamwidth later for accessibility purposes, since my layout text may be too small for high-res pc users. i will attach that in a reblog at a later point.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR TONIGHT’S PROGRAM: This essay discusses canon-typical body horror and bodily boundary violations, with some side mentions of colonialism.

all game screencaps are mine. the screencap of the wiki is from the “developer notes” (style guide) section of the “cut content” page.

ALSO: if youre from a christian cultural upbringing (whether currently practicing, agnostic/secular, or atheist now), understand that some of what i’m discussing here may challenge you. if thinking thru the implications of this particular part of hollow knight worldbuilding/lore is distressing for you, PLEASE only approach this essay when youre in a safe mindset & open to listening, and ask the help of a therapist or anti-racism teacher/mentor to help you process your thoughts & feelings. just like keep in mind that youre listening to an ethnoreligiously marginalized person and please be respectful here or wherever else youre discussing this dang essay, ty

HOWMST BELL THE CAT? - A treatise on one aspect of how the Pale King sealed the Radiance

We understand more or less how the Pale King’s plan was supposed to work. Stuff Radiance into a no-thoughts-head-empty and silent Pure Vessel to trap, isolate, and silence her, both putting an end to the Infection and killing her for good. Stick that vessel in the Black Egg, which harnesses Void BS to both keep the vessel alive indefinitely and to cover Hallownest (and its neighbors) in a time-defying stasis so that the Pale King could successfully hoard his favorite shiny FOREVER, threatened by nothing. Then put a seal on the Black Egg to prevent anyone from getting inside and harming said vessel while it’s strung up and helpless. And THEN, put protective seals on the anchors (the Dreamers) to the Black Egg seal to protect them from any external harm: The stasis means the Dreamers won't die of old age or starvation.

All in all, a pretty foolproof plan!

...except that the Dreamers are still vulnerable to having their minds breached with the moths’ magic... and the Pale King failed to take into account that his Pure Vessel was a person actually and the amount of toxic stress his training/upbringing put on them made them REALLY POORLY SUITED FOR THEIR JOB... and also that killing 99% of his million children and turning the Abyss into a landfill for baby corpses would take enough of an emotional toll on his wife and #1 enabler the White Lady that she would walk out on him, ensuring he’d only ever have one shot at this whole deal...

Basically it’s the sort of plan that an emotionally constipated, low-empathy sort of guy who pours all his points into INT and has a big fat zero for WIS might think is foolproof. It has big holes in it that the Pale King did not consider to be big holes until he got owned by the various consequences of his actions and fell down said big holes, making the shocked pikachu face all the while. Rip in die, my guy.

Anyway, there’s a lot of incidental information scattered about the game that gives us more insight into the stages of TPK’s plan. Looking at Monomon’s notes in the Archive suggests that she was probably involved in designing the Black Egg; the hidden room in the Weavers’ den points to their being the ones to blueprint the Dreamer seal; the White Palace’s hidden rooms reveal both TPK’s morbid fascination with the Void and his mea culpa wrt his motives and the Path of Pain is certainly suggestive of a lot of things. The White Lady tells us straight out that she walked out on the Pale King because she wanted no part in a second vessel batch, but how TPK didn’t handle that is only revealed via map design and some incidental dialogue from the Old Stag.

This stuff presents us with, if not a full picture, then at least a decent connect-the-dots of certain aspects of crater politics and Pale Court drama at the time, and how exactly TPK’s plan came together.

But there is still one glaring question that these cookie crumbs do not provide us an answer to:

Who shall bell the cat?

How did TPK et al manage to stuff Radiance into Hollow in the first place?

This is the subject of a lot of memes and jokes within the fandom because it's so absurd. Radiance fuckin hates that dude! She’s probably gonna be pretty wary of him considering how he stole her people in the first place! And considering the anti-colonialism slant of the writing - beyond the general sympathetic view Team Cherry gives of each indigenous bug society, Seer makes it very clear that Radiance has very good reason to take violent action against Hallownest - the answer is probably not something like “she’s just that stupid” or “she rolled a crit fail”.

Well... I have an idea of how TPK managed to get Radiance in there. It raises about as many questions as it answers, mind, but it may be someplace to start.

[desc: the hollow knight's entry in the hunter’s journal. top text/ghost’s comment reads: “Fully grown Vessel, carrying the plague’s heart within its body.” bottom text/hunter’s comment says: “The old King of Hallownest... he must have been desperate to save his crumbling little world. The sacrifices he imposed on others... all for nothing.”]

Here we have Hollow’s bestiary entry. Most of what we’re concerned with here is the top text, which says the seal has literally trapped Radiance inside their body. (First of all, ew, TPK.)

We already knew Radiance is literally actually inside Hollow, though: The Infection is leaking out of their body, and to get to fight Radiance, Ghost has to go traipsing into their sibling’s mind. So what’s significant about that here?

[desc: screencap of the outside of the black egg temple, post-infected crossroads. there are large infection blobs in the foreground and background, connected to each other by veins that come from inside the temple.]

The infection blobs are weird and get weirder if you kill enough Lightseeds for the Hunter to tell you their origin story, i.e. that the literal actual sun has been having a very long bad day and cried a lot, and some of the liquid coalesced into living flesh, and some of that living flesh took on a mind of its own to become Lightseeds. (Hollow Knight is a WILD place.)

Lightseeds are Radiance’s accidental children and share a lot of her traits: They are harmless creatures that try to avoid conflict if possible but if pushed will get creative and find ways to fight regardless of their physical limitations. (For the Lightseeds this involves hiding inside Broken Vessel’s corpse and puppeting it around to try to stab you.) They even have her same distinctive yell. And according to the Hunter, they’re born from the infection blobs. These enemies only ever appear in the Ancient Basin, which both Radiance and the Void have ransacked, and in the Infected Crossroads.

The infection blobs are connected to and sort of a weird extension of Radiance because the Infection itself is sort of a weird extension of Radiance. In the game’s internal style guide Team Cherry explains that the Infection started as an accident, not her original intention but what happened when Hallownest tried to block her out.

[desc: screencap from the wiki of style notes attached to seer that describe a sketch of radiance’s finalized backstory. text reads: “The moth tribe were (perhaps) descended from Radiance. However, the King convinced them somehow to seal Radiance away. I guess so he could rule Hallownest with his singular vision, as a god/monarch with no other gods. The moths sealed Radiance away by forgetting about her. Hallownest was born and flourished. However, the memory of Radiance lingered (eg [sic] the statue at hallownest’s crown) and soon she began to reappear in dreams and starting [sic] exerting influence. The King and the bugs of Hallownest resisted this memory/power and it started to manifest as the Infection. Thus the first attempt to seal Radiance failed, and the King had to try another method - the Vessel.” emphasis mine.]

Some fans have posited the blobs as deposits of pupa juice, but given Team Cherry's description of the Infection’s origins I don’t know how likely that is. Since the Void also sticks its squamous tentacles into things via veiny looking things and the Nightmare’s Heart has similar veiny nonsense in the Nightmare Realm, I wonder if it isn’t just a Meddly God Shit thing in general.

Whatever the case, the blobs are very much connected to/a part of Radiance.

And when you’re hanging around them, you will notice two things: They pulse like they’re part of a circulatory system, and you can hear Radiance's heartbeat emanating from them.

[desc: screencap of the game’s title screen with the infected menu theme in use: a glowing orange ball at the center of a lot of black tendony webbing.]

Let’s also think of the Infected menu theme, which you unlock after getting either of the endings where Ghost takes over from Hollow and absorbs Radiance out of them. Ghost is infected and then sealed inside the Black Egg in Hollow's place. It’s suggested by the animation’s staging that Radiance briefly struggles to get out of Ghost after absorbed but is ultimately stuck in them, at which point the seal is reestablished.

If you haven’t used the Infected menu theme yourself, the... interesting thing about it is that it moves organically. The light ball expands and contracts - y’know, sort of like a living organ - and so does the black webby stuff around it.

Also, Radiance’s heartbeat is included in the theme's ambiance.

[desc: hollow’s bestiary entry again]

To cut to the chase, this part of Hollow’s bestiary entry that says “the plague’s heart”? I don’t think that’s just Ghost/Team Cherry being poetic. I think there’s a good chance it’s LITERAL.

I think TPK is the sort of person who could cram a native woman’s literal living beating heart inside his own child’s body so they can use it as... say, a focus to absorb and trap her mind/spirit inside their body, too. Mr. No Cost Too Great is capable of a lot in the name of keeping other people’s claws off his Big Shiny kingdom. This is kind of his whole brand.

But also, like, yuck.

This fits the worldbuilding too; generally speaking Hollow Knight is Body Horror City. Also there’s the case of Grimm: While he and Radiance are loose counterparts at best with WILDLY disparate outlooks and ethoses, his existence serves as precedent that a Higher Being’s heart specifically can be separate from the rest of them.

As I said before, though, this DOES raise as many questions as it answers. If this is another piece in the puzzle of how TPK belled the cat, we’re now left wondering how he got Radiance’s heart to use as Hollow's focus to begin with.

We know he has access to the Dream Realm because that’s ultimately where he hid when Hollow’s seal failed, but who did he send to do the stealing and how did they get away with it? (TPK certainly wouldn’t have gone; his own life’s the one cost too great for him to willingly pay.) Was Radiance’s heart separate from her like the Nightmare’s Heart, or was it a part of her body? (I think the latter is more likely just from her personality; Grimm’s hidden heart makes sense because of how he keeps even his own servants at arm’s length emotionally, whereas Radiance is all heart all the time. I think this makes more sense with their equal opposites schtick too. But this would make for a WAY riskier mission.)

I can imagine all kinds of possibilities. None of them are definitive, but the thing they have in common is that they are all Awful... and how on-brand that is for Hollow Knight as a whole is, maybe, the most persuasive argument for It’s Literally Actually Her Real Physical Heart there could be.

[plainbrunettelbl]

ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Word count: 1679

Warning: Enough fluff to kill you.

Title: ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Summary: It’s your Omega’s birthday and you can’t wait to take him out to celebrate!

(Gif not mine credit to the owner!)

🐙-You were excited to spend the day with your sweet Omega on his birthday! You had planned this day a week in advance just to make sure everything was perfect.

🐙-You didn’t tell him where you were taking him, wanting to surprise him when you pulled up to place. You excitedly pecked him on the cheek when he climbed into the car. He let out a quiet squeak before slumping into the leather chair in a blushing mess.

🐙-Your Omega was so adorable! Your Alpha purred at the sight of him.

🐙-“Happy Birthday, Omega! I can’t wait until we get there! We are gonna have so much fun today, Tamaki.” You beamed, pulling away from the curb and driving to the destination.

***

🐙-You parked the car and turned to him. You had made him close his eyes five minutes before you got there just to see his face when he opened his eyes are saw where you were.  

🐙-“Okay! Open up, Tama.” You grinned, loving the way his indigo eyes reflected the sunlight hitting them.

🐙-“A carnival?” He questioned, looking at the twirling rides and white and red striped tents.

🐙-“Yeah! I am glad today is your birthday since this is their last weekend here.” You said, getting out of the car.

🐙-You walked over to his side and opened his door for him. Once his feet hit the ground you scooped him up in a hug. You Alpha nearly purring at his sweet smell rubbing off on you.

🐙-You should have scented him before you went into a crowd with a bunch of Alphas but you knew he would short circuit if you scented him it in public. For now, you were content in leaving a little of your scent on him with the hug.

🐙-“Are you excited, Omega? I asked Mirio if you ever been to a carnival before and he said no. I thought it would be cool to do something you haven't done before.” You said, pulling away and looking up until into his blushing face.

🐙-“Yeah, it seems fun.” He stuttered, still feeling the warmth of your body against his.

🐙-His Omega was begging him to stay wrapped up in your arms all day but he pushed his Omega’s thoughts down. His Alpha had planned this trip for him and he was gonna enjoy every second of it.

🐙-“Well come on Omega! The fun is about to begin!” You smiled, taking his hand and tugging him to the entrance.

***

🐙-You and Tamaki stood in line at the very first ride you saw. It was a huge roller coaster that had so many loops and turns it made you head spin just looking at it.

🐙-“There are so many sweet treats I know you are dying to try! Let’s get on a few rides before we start hitting up the food stands. I don’t want my Omega getting sick on their birthday!” You laughed, loving the way Tamaki was trying to hide with his face stuffed in your chest.

🐙-“Y/N...” Tamaki mumbled, nuzzling more into your chest.

🐙-“What’s up? If it’s about the food we don’t have to wait if you are hungry now. It’s your birthday so we are gonna do whatever you want.” You hummed, rubbing a hand down his back.

🐙-“I don’t think I can go on this ride.” He said, shivering a little.

🐙-Your Alpha sat up immediately, her protective instincts rushing forward.

🐙-“What’s wrong, Tamaki? Did I mess up? Are you afraid of roller coasters?” You asked, you heart stalling at the thought of ruining your poor Omegas birthday.

🐙-You had planned the perfect day and not taken into account that Tamaki might not like roller coasters.

🐙-“No, Alpha! I am willing to try them but I would prefer if we went on the ones that have more than one bar holding you down in place.” He mumbled, embarrassed at his own fear.

🐙-The smile bounced right back on your face.

🐙-“Why didn’t you say so sooner? Let’s go find another ride. This one looks like it would give us a headache anyways.” You hummed, dropping a peck on his forehead before pulling him away.

***

🐙-After a few rides, you and Tama finally hit up the food stands. Your Omega looked like he didn’t eat a lot but thanks to his quirk he could put away quite a lot of food.

🐙-“What do you want, baby? The turkey legs look good. I could go for a couple of hot dogs though.” You pointed out, looking at the menu.

🐙-From the corner of your eye, you saw Tamaki eyeing the ice cream vendor not too far from you.

🐙-You knew he wouldn’t ask for ice cream if you didn’t push him. He had wanted to pay for his ticket at the door. You had lightly scratched the back of his scalp and told him you were paying for everything today. He had melted in your grasp and didn’t put up much of a fight after that.

🐙-He usually wouldn’t let you spend a dime on him if it wasn’t needed.

🐙-Like you would sit by and let your Omega go dessertless after a meal. That was unthinkable. Your Alpha was determined to spoil your soft-spoken Omega.

🐙-“I think I will get a turkey leg and some chili fries if that is okay, Alpha?” Tama asked nervously eyeing the prices on the menu and looking back at you.

🐙-“Of course! You know what! I am feeling some fries too. How about I buy us a large order of chili fries to share?” You convinced, look sideways at your gentle mate.

🐙-You knew a small order of fries and a turkey leg wasn’t gonna fill him up so you would buy a big plate for him and pretend you were eating your fill.

🐙-He perked up at the suggestion.

🐙-“Sounds good, Alpha.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your arm while you placed your order.

🐙-You both walked to a table not too far away and waited for it to be made.

🐙-“Are you having fun, Tamaki?” You questioned, pulling him closer to you by his waist.

🐙-“A lot of fun, Alpha! Thank you for bringing me.” He beamed, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips.

🐙-“Are you sure? I know the crowd must be a lot for you.” You asked again, peering out at the bumbling crowd shifting around you both.

🐙-“Not if you are by my side, Y/N. Everything seems to fall away when I am in my Alpha’s arms.” He looked down a small smile on his face.

🐙-Your Alpha howled in pride.

🐙-“I’m glad to hear that, Tama. Looks like our order is ready. Let’s eat and afterward that ice cream stand is calling our name.” You said standing up to go get your food.

🐙-Your Omega was getting his sweet treat whether he liked it or not.

***

🐙-You were walking down the two rows were the carnival games were set up. You looked as kids and adults tossed rings and threw darts. You knew taking your Omega here was evil but you couldn’t help it.

🐙-There was a reason why this lane smelled of Omegas more than the rest of the carnival. All the stuffed animals stacked on the game walls were too tempting for any Omega that passed by.

🐙-Now you need your precious Omegas eyes to latch onto one and you would be all too pleased to win it for him.

🐙-As soon as his indigo eyes locked onto a small octopus plushy your target was set. Your Alpha was already upfront and center ready to demolish anything in her path to win that soft toy for her mate.

🐙-“Ooh, look! Let’s try out that game. I bet I can knock over those milk cartons in no time!” You declared already walking up to the stand.

🐙-“Are you sure, Y/N? You know these games are rigged right?” Tamaki said, peering at the stacked cartons and trying not to let his eyes stray to the soft octopus hanging a foot away from them.

🐙-“Even if it is, I won’t let it stop me.” You winked, slapping down some money and grabbing the three baseballs you had purchased.

🐙-Your first throw knocked down three of the six milk cartons but it was just a practice shot to get a feel for it. Your second throw was much better, five bottles rolled off the stand.

🐙-“Blow a kiss on the ball for me, Tamaki.” You encouraged, lifting the baseball up to his lips.

🐙-He flushed red and backed away.

🐙-“W-what? Why?” He stuttered, his cute elf ears turning crimson as well.

🐙-“For good luck. You are my good luck charm after all.” You chuckled, offering him the ball again.

🐙-He was blushing up a storm but he still leaned down and blew a kiss on the ball.

🐙-“Thank you, Omega. Now its time to win you that octopus.” You grinned before throwing the ball with all your might.

🐙-Six bottles down and one plush octopus later you both were heading to the entrance. The sun was starting to go down and you knew it would get colder at night so you coaxed your timid Omega to leave.

🐙-You didn’t want your mate walking around in the cold after all.

🐙-Being cuddled up in the nest he had on the couch was a better option.

🐙-“Thank you for the plushy, Alpha,” Tamaki said, climbing into the car.

🐙-“No problem, Omega. Anything for you.” You smiled, turning the car on and making sure the heat was pointed in his direction.

🐙-“W-would you scent it for me when we get back?” He whispered, clutching it tightly to his chest, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest waiting for your answer.

🐙-“Sure thing, babe!” You grinned, happy today had turned out so well.

I had this idea of going to the carnival with Bakugo but since it was our elfs birthday today I changed it out. I hope yall liked it! This is also the first time I switched roles so please give me some feedback!

Please reblog and leave a like! Each really helps motivate me to post! 💜

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After the War

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Pureblood!Reader

Summary: Where you see the complications that they go through being raised as pureblood traditionalists during a time of war, friends to lovers

Requested: Nah

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of torture, pureblood ideals, bad parenting (maybe hints at abuse?)

A/N: I’m posting this verrrryyyyy late at night (for me, it might actually be prime time for the rest of y’all) but I’ve been working hard on this for about two weeks and I’m actually kinda like really proud of it so I hope you guys also enjoy! Please remember to let me know what you think - reblog, comment, send asks! I love hearing what you guys have to say, it honestly makes my day :) it’s also like 6k long and I could have easily gone on writing it forever - spin-off blurbs maybe?? If you fancy it??

ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS BUT THE FORMATTING MIGHT BE FUCKED ON MOBILE SO THE SLASHES INDICATE FLASHBACKS AS WELL

Draco’s hand was holding tightly onto the glass he had been given by his friend.

Pansy had neglected to mention just how many people were attending Y/N’s homecoming party - of course, he was aware that Y/N had always been far more popular than him, but he and his fellow Slytherins had never bothered themselves with attempting to integrate themselves with any of the other groups that Y/N had befriended at Hogwarts.

And when Pansy had decided that it would be her, with the help of Daphne, of course, who would be organising the party for one of their oldest friends, Draco had never imagined that Potter, Granger and the Weasley’s would be on the invite list.

It was beyond strange to have them in his house. There was a time not so long ago that he would never have even dreamed of allowing them to enter beyond the gates of Malfoy Manor. 

But that was before the war. 

Naturally when Pansy had mentioned throwing a party for Y/N’s return into society, Draco had been the first to offer Malfoy Manor up as the venue. 

Privately he admitted to himself that it was because he felt so awful about having been unable to visit Y/N in the hospital, but he would never confess that to his friends, he already knew what they were more than likely to tell him - it wasn’t his fault.

But it was, he knew it was. If he had just listened to her.

“Where is she?” Pansy huffed, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground and glaring at the door, as though by simply willing it enough her friend would appear.

“She doesn’t go anywhere very fast anymore, Pansy, calm down - she’ll be here soon,” Theo laughed a little, rolling his eyes at Pansy’s impatience.

“I thought she had recovered?” Draco asked immediately, concern flaring up for his friend at once.

“I keep forgetting that you haven’t seen her,” Daphne said, her voice quiet and sadness hung over the group at those words.

“I thought you said she was better?” Draco questioned hoarsely.

“She is - but she’s… more subdued than before,” Blaise confirmed, a troubled expression clouding his ever-handsome features.

“Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if she just decided not to turn up,” Theo mentioned conversationally, evidently trying to break the harsh silence that had fallen between the friends. There was a small grin trying to break across his face. “I mean, she’s never exactly enjoyed parties all that much before, and now she has a reason to skive off of them.”

Blaise and Daphne both laughed at that and even Draco indulged himself with a smile, bringing his glass up to his lips and taking a sip.

Pansy on the other hand scowled and rolled her eyes.

“Please - we all know she’ll make an appearance to keep everyone here happy and also to see Draco.”

Colour rose in Draco’s cheeks at the knowing looks shot at him by his closest friends and he was suddenly acutely aware of just how long he had known them and of how long they had known Y/N, of how well they all knew each other. 

“You’re thinking rather loudly, Draco,” Daphne informed him, but the gentle smile on her face was enough to relax him into understanding that she was merely teasing.

“I met Y/N here,” he told them. “At that gala - or it might have been a dinner party… I don’t… I don’t quite remember.”

//

Draco recognised the family.

They were always invited to the galas and the adults always showed up and for as long as he could remember, the eldest daughter had as well. The son had been a recent addition to their permanent entourage.

But the young girl was new.

She was clutching onto her sister's hand, hidden slightly behind her, practically cowering away from Draco and his parents when they greeted her as part of the welcome committee. 

“This must be your other daughter?” Narcissa’s smile was gentle, kind as her eyes fell onto the shy-looking girl. The eldest daughter nudged Y/N out from behind her, giving a reassuring smile and Draco could see the dangerous glare being directed to the young girl by her father.

“Hi,” she mumbled out, still staring at the ground.

“Y/N is rather shy,” her mother butted in and Draco could see the annoyance in her eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Lucius stated, giving his best attempt at a warm smile towards her, but his eyes quickly moved off of the young girl and looked behind the family to see if any other guests were making their way up.

“This is our son, Draco,” Narcissa told the girl, crouching down in front of her. “I’m sure your siblings have told you about him,” her eyes flicked up to Y/N’s brother and sister who gave nods. “He’s your age as well,” Draco was pulled to stand in front of the girl.

“Hi,” Y/N mumbled out again and Draco looked at his mother unsurely.

“How about you take Y/N through to the lounge with the other kids? Introduce her to everyone?” Narcissa suggested. 

“Okay,” Draco agreed easily, and Y/N and her two older siblings followed him through to where the other young people were waiting.

“I’m going to go say hi to my friends, okay?” Y/N’s sister said to her, her brother having already moved over to stand with the other older children. A look of terror replaced Y/N’s nervous expression and she tried to move to stand a little closer to her sister, who laughed quietly and shook her head. “There are plenty of kids your age here, Y/N.”

“Come on - I already know them all,” Draco added, grinning at the girl who still looked unsure but finally nodded.

//

“Make way! Make way! Invalid coming through!” 

“You’re such a twat, Ernie!” Her voice was unmistakable, tinted with laughter and mild annoyance and Draco perked up immediately, craning his neck, desperate to catch a glance of her. 

“Subtle,” Pansy muttered, grinning and not waiting for a response from any of her friends before pushing her way through the crowds of people towards the source of Y/N’s laughter, which filled the room.

Draco didn’t hesitate before following her. 

The crowds of people parted for Draco, many of them still wary of him, still angry and scared of him after the war and Draco couldn’t blame them.

He, too, was still angry and scared of himself. 

Ignoring the glares of the guests who were still less than keen on him, Draco could finally see her and stopped in his tracks, unable to stop himself from beaming.

Normally it was so easy to tell the difference between the pureblood traditionalists and the rest of the Wizarding community. Especially at parties.

Draco and his other Slytherin pureblood friends had all come dressed in suits and posh dresses fit for a proper ball or gala, as had a couple of the other purebloods not in their group - Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott, housemates of Y/N who were also a part of the sacred 28 were dressed in similar attire. Even Neville Longbottom who, as far as Draco was aware, had not been invited to galas or dinners of other purebloods, was dressed nicer than most of the other guests.

Most of the others had just turned up in jeans and t-shirts, dressed for a casual occasion, a kind of gathering that the children of Slytherin Purebloods weren’t accustomed to.

Y/N, however, fit perfectly into that group.

She wore a pair of black jeans and trainers with a grey Hufflepuff sweater that Draco knew was her favourite to wear on lazy days.

//

Draco did a double take when he entered into the dungeon common room with the Quidditch team to see Y/N lounging on one of the green sofas reading a book and surrounded by her other Slytherin friends.

She was wearing a pair of jeans and her Hufflepuff sweater, looking completely at ease in the Common Room that wasn’t hers. Her head was resting in Theo’s lap as he played a game of Wizards Chess with Blaise. Daphne and Pansy were doing homework near to them.

Crabbe and Goyle left Draco’s sides and fell onto the sofas beside their friends, all of home gave a semblance of a welcome to them.

Other than Y/N, who perked up, sitting up from being sprawled across Theo’s lap and turning to look at the entrance where Draco was still standing, observing the scene with a softness in his heart that he was unaccustomed to.

“Draco!” Y/N beamed, opening her arms out for a hug, snapping the blond boy out of his trance-like state to cross the room and seat himself beside Y/N, allowing her to hug him tightly.

“What’re you doing down here?” He asked her as Y/N settled herself into his embrace, already beginning to open her book and Draco, as always, found himself desperate to keep her attention fixed on him.

“I wanted to see you - I’ve missed you lately, you’ve been practicing so much,” Y/N responded and Draco buried his face in her hair to hide his stupidly wide grin.

“Well it’s nearing curfew - we were training so late I’m sorry, I would’ve tried to get off earlier if I knew,” he responded, heart thudding his chest.

“I don’t wanna walk back to my dorms,” Y/N whined and Draco laughed at the childish tone, ignoring the knowing looks being thrown at him by their friends.

“Stay here, then,” Draco suggested. “I mean your parents did always want you to be in Slytherin,” he added, raising a sardonic eyebrow that had Y/N hitting his chest, laughing.

“I’m sure it would go down really well if I stayed in your dorms with you when my brothers are right over there, ready to tell my parents all about it,” Y/N agreed, pointing to the other side of the room where, sure enough, Y/N’s younger brother was sat with some friends, with one eye on the fifth years. Draco could feel Y/N’s older brother watching them as well and when he looked at the seventh year he saw a mild curiosity in his eyes.

Upon meeting Draco’s eyes, the seventh year gave a slight smile and nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“I never said that you’d be sharing my dorm with me - you just assumed that much,” Draco corrected. “I just said that you could stay here,” he gestured to the common room that they were sitting in with a mischievous grin that had Y/N rolling her eyes.

“So you’d let me sleep down here - alone - in the cold common room, and you’d be able to sleep soundly in your bed with the knowledge that I was shivering down here?” 

“We’d all definitely sleep sounder if you and Draco weren’t in the dorm with us,” Blaise piped up, winking cheekily at the two friends. Draco felt the colour rising in his cheeks as Y/N chuckled and flipped him off.

Draco knew that he had a point, though. Him and Y/N had been dancing around one another for the past year. Ever since the Yule Ball which Y/N had attended with a Hufflepuff boy that she was friends with and Draco had found himself jealous and unable to hide it, he had been waiting for the right time to possibly make a move on her. 

According to his friends, he was just oblivious to Y/N’s feelings towards him and that they were more than certain that she returned his affection.

//

“You really went all out today, huh?” Pansy teased, interrupting the conversation Y/N was having with Hermione Granger, who stiffened upon noticing Draco and Pansy’s presence.

“I wasn’t expecting this many people,” Y/N laughed and immediately Draco could see what Blaise meant. Her voice was softer than before, an exhaustion in her tone that he himself had had during his sixth year. “Figured I’d get away just wearing some lazy clothes, you know?”

Pansy hugged her tightly and Draco wondered if she had noticed how Y/N tensed up just a little before relaxing into the embrace and returning it.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about how many friends you have before you ended up in Saint Mungos.”

Draco saw Y/N’s face brighten as she pulled away from Pansy and laid her eyes upon him.

“You’re here!” Pansy moved out of her way just before Y/N could push her away and she rushed towards Draco, flinging her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

“It is my house,” he reminded her in a quiet murmur.

“I know I just… I missed you, Draco,” he was surprised to feel tears wetting his neck.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t visit you in hospital,” he whispered, holding her even closer and shutting his eyes tight.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Draco,” Y/N scolded, her voice hoarse with her tears.

“Well I didn’t get to repay the favour, did I?”

“What favour?” She finally pulled away, still smiling despite the glassiness of her eyes. Draco pressed his lips to her forehead, the action familiar and comforting to both of them after their many years of friendship.

“Sixth year?” His voice was dropped to a whisper, painfully aware of the presence of Potter and Weasley standing nearby, having approached after catching wind of Y/N’s arrival and wishing to say their hellos. 

Potter may have vouched for Draco after the war, but they were nowhere near being friends and Draco certainly didn’t want to remind him of the mission he had been given during his sixth year at Hogwarts.

//

Draco, to put it mildly, felt awful.

He ached all over and could only dimly recollect the previous day. He remembered the bathroom. He remembered Potter. He remembered pain. He remembered blood - lots of it.

His brow scrunched up as a fresh wave of pain washed over him in his semi-conscious state.

“Hey - it’s okay,” he knew he’d recognise her voice anywhere. 

Fingers gently touched his cheek, moving down to carefully cup his jaw and he felt her press her lips to his forehead.

“I’m so glad you’re awake - I was so worried,” she whispered.

Draco forced his eyes open, desperately wanting to comfort her, hating that he was the cause of the sadness in her voice but secretly he revelled in the care and worry that laced her words.

Not that he deserved her care, of course.

Not after what he had been spending his year doing, after what he had been keeping from her even now that they were in a state of semi-dating.

“Hey.”

His voice was croaky, he was clearly dehydrated and yet the word brought a beautiful smile to her face that made the pain of speaking worth it to him.

“I was so worried,” she repeated, settling back down into the seat beside him and taking his hand again, squeezing it tightly.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” Draco replied, squeezing her hand back, though the action was weak, he possessed little strength after the ordeal.

“I don’t think you can exactly be blamed for this, Draco.”

Draco’s heart broke at her words and he found himself unable to meet her eyes.

If only she knew.

Y/N lifted his hand and pressed her lips against it, her eyes falling tightly closed.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died.”

//

Pain swam in Y/N’s eyes at Draco’s reminder and his heart dropped in his chest when he saw it.

But before he could say anything else, Y/N was tugged out of his grasp by one of her friends and Draco was pushed to the side of the room again, left to watch as Y/N was passed around the groups gathered to welcome her home.

It wasn’t long before Draco had been found by his Slytherin fellows and the group of five retreated back to the walls, observing the party that they had organised for their friend, but not truly feeling a part of it.

“It’s weird seeing all of them here,” Blaise voiced at last, his tone somewhat dark, his expression brooding, lost in thought. “Don’t you think?” He added after getting no response from the others.

“So weird,” Daphne agreed quietly while Theodore gave a muted nod of his head. “Surely especially for you, Draco?” 

Draco let out a long sigh and nodded his head.

“I wonder what my father would have to say about it.”

“Doubtlessly nothing good,” Pansy said and when Draco looked at her, it seemed as though there was a smile threatening to tug at her lips. “But I mean, this-” Pansy gestured around them at the classily decorated room, prepared as though it was for another one of the pureblood galas that were so often held there. “This was our childhood, wasn’t it? Here - learning to dance, having those dumb dinners… never would’ve thought I’d see muggleborns in Malfoy Mannor.”

Draco couldn’t help but wince just a little when he thought of the last time that there had been someone of muggle descent in this very room. He wasn’t blind to the way that Hermione had kept away from that room as much as she could.

“In a way,” Theo said, saving Draco from having to add anything himself. “It’s almost weirder to see Y/N back here, isn’t it?”

“It’s weird to see her willingly be here,” Blaise corrected, smirking just a little. “Weird for her to look happy here.”

There was another pang to Draco’s heart at Blaise’s painfully honest words and he took another drink to hide the effect that they had on him.

//

Draco didn’t want to be there - most of his friends had already arrived, he could hear them talking and laughing amongst one another in the sitting room, while the adults milled around with their drinks.

But, as was always the case when the galas were hosted at Malfoy Manor, he had to stay with his parents and welcome the other purebloods as they arrived.

Though, this made for certain that Draco wouldn’t miss Y/N’s arrival. 

The previous dinner had been at the Y/L/N household and it didn’t go unnoticed how Y/N was not included in the welcome party. 

It hadn’t been hard for Draco and his friends to figure out that they had had another row. It was far from uncommon.

Y/N had turned up for the meal, dressed as she normally would be but far more subdued, and Draco wasn’t blind to the glares that she was receiving from her family. And they had all seen how she was ordered to help tidy up - an especially humiliating feat considering the presence of both houselves and guests. 

Draco hadn’t been offered the chance to question his friend, however, as she didn’t come to join them after she had finished helping to clear up and when he asked her sister about it, she told him that Y/N had likely hidden herself away from their parents.

No matter the bad blood between Y/N and her parents, Draco knew that Y/N remained close with her siblings.

He had been eternally thankful when his mother had asked, as they left, whether Y/N’s parents thought that their daughter would feel up for attending the dinner at the Malfoy house in a few days. 

Y/N trailed behind her family as they approached Malfoy Manor, and Draco felt a stab of pride when he saw that she had chosen to wear a yellow dress, her expression somewhat defiant and refusing to look at her Slytherin relatives.

It was only as she drew nearer that Draco could see the sadness that her eyes held. The pain that she was enduring, and he wondered what horrors her home life was holding, what her parents could be putting her through, just because she wasn’t like them. Didn’t hold the same ideals - at least not anymore, not since she was sorted into Hufflepuff rather than Slytherin, the one act that had segregated her so entirely from the whole of her family and friends.

“Draco, you can go and join your friends - I’m sure we can handle it from here,” it wasn’t exactly subtle, but Draco beamed at his mother, falling into step beside Y/N, who offered him a tired smile in response as they walked the familiar route towards the sitting room.

Draco caught hold of her arm, pulling her to the side, ignoring the curious look of her younger brother as he entered in before them, her older siblings having turned of age and so deemed old enough to join the adults instead.

“Is everything okay?” He asked in a low voice.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I didn’t see you at all at yours,” he responded, brow pinched in concern.

Y/N sighed and glanced over at where her parents still stood talking with the Malfoys, and it was then that Draco noticed that her father was still keeping a close eye on her.

“Come on - I’ll tell you inside,” she whispered, evidently wanting to get away from the keen observation of her family.

The relief of their other friend was evident once Y/N entered the room, it flooded all of their expressions and Daphne stood to embrace her in a tight hug.

“We were so worried about you,” she told her. “Is everything okay?”

Y/N forced a smile and nodded her head.

“Yeah, it’s nothing new - just that I’m a disappointment to the family.” Y/N hesitated before looking to the ground and adding: “My Grandma’s looking for someone for me to marry.”

“What? You’re not even of age!” Theo protested, Pansy was staring at Y/N wide-eyed and Blaise’s expression was clouded with sympathy.

“She wants me to enter into an arranged marriage to someone of pureblood status so I no longer bring dishonour to the family,” Y/N recited, a wry smile on her face. “I think it’s because You Know Who is back - she doesn’t want us all to be seen as blood traitors or something.”

//

“Are her family coming?” Draco asked, frowning a little as he glanced around the crowded party for any sign of Y/N’s family members.

“Her sister said that she’d try and come after she’s finished work, her younger brother said he’d think about it - he said that he wasn’t sure how welcome he’d be. And her other brother…” Pansy trailed off, looking a little awkward when she shared a knowing look with Draco.

“Are we discussing my dear old family?” Y/N asked, joining them, a glass in her hand and a slightly dark smile on her face.

Perhaps Draco was imagining it, but he thought it may have softened just a little when she made eye contact with him.

“I was asking if they were planning on coming today - my mum is arriving later, by the way,” Draco explained.

“She’s with my mum - who also said she’d come along,” Blaise inputted.

“No chance of my parents turning up,” Y/N snorted. “They’d much rather I died, why would they celebrate that I got discharged from St Mungos?” Draco wondered if he was the only one that picked up on the underlying sadness in her voice, masked by the spite and bitterness. It was on instinct that he placed his arm around her shoulder and tugged her into his side, but before he could start to feel embarrassed by it, she beamed prettily up at him.

“They don’t want you dead,” Theo said kindly and Draco could see how desperately Y/N wished that to be true.

“Blood traitor, remember? I got disowned, or didn’t you hear?” Y/N looked up at Draco curiously, the only one who she knew for certain was aware that her family had disinherited her as a result of her involvement protecting both muggles and muggleborns during the war.

He gave a tiny nod of his head, confirming that he had indeed informed their friend.

“We just figured that… with You Know Who gone…”

“That they’d admit that they were wrong?” Y/N questioned, her jaw clenching. “Surely you know my parents better than that.”

//

“Don’t react,” Narcissa breathed in Draco’s ear.

“What?” 

But he got a response to his question from someone else. 

His aunt’s gleeful cackle rang out and the door swung open. A body was thrown to the floor.

“We got her!” Bellatrix trilled. “We got that little mudblood loving blood traitor!” 

Selfishly, oh so selfishly, Draco wished that his aunt was referring to Ron Weasley. But his heart sunk in his chest, his brain already knowing who had really been caught.

Sure enough, the body on the ground groaned, a slight whimper leaving her lips and Bellatrix kicked her in the side, turning her over so that she lay on her back, her face visible to the surrounding Death Eaters.

Narcissa’s long fingers closed tightly around Draco’s arm and it was only then that he noticed how he had instinctively moved forwards, desiring nothing more than to help Y/N who was clearly in so much pain as she lay on the floor.

“It will be worse for both of you if you try to help her,” Narcissa breathed in Draco’s ear as she pulled him back.

Draco tried to steady his breathing, trying his best to hide his wince as he was forced to hear her condemnation, instead he looked across the room to where Y/N’s family were, her parents standing with a clear view of their youngest daughter, Y/N’s brother standing behind them, shrouded in shadows, but Draco could see his expression of horror.

There was a shift in the atmosphere of the room, a coldness that overtook them all when Voldemort entered. Silence fell amongst the Death Eaters and almost all eyes turned to him. Draco, however, remained watching her brother, watching him watch her.

“For any of you who are unaware,” Voldemort’s high-pitched voice rang out loud and clear as he glided through the room to stop just short of Y/N’s body huddled on the floor. “This,” he pointed a long, white finger at the girl. “Is Y/N Y/L/N,” some people’s eyes glanced over towards the other members of the Y/L/N’s family, but most remained on Voldemort. “She is pureblood.”

Everyone in the room already knew this. Almost all of them had to be aware of who Y/N was, why she was labelled as an undesirable, why she was deemed worthy of being dealt with by Lord Voldemort himself.

“In fact, some of her family even reside in our ranks,” his red eyes looked over to Y/N’s family. “And yet she has betrayed our kind - she is of the belief that her blood status doesn’t matter, that she is equal with the mudbloods and muggles,” he spat the words at her and it caused mutterings amongst the Death Eaters, who all glared at Y/N.

Draco’s heart broke.

Narcissa’s hand tightened even more on his arm.

“In fact,” Voldemort continued, raising his voice just slightly to be heard clearly over the mutterings. “She even went so far as to protect them - Y/N is the Secret Keeper for a house in which mudbloods and their muggle relatives can hide and be safe from us,” Voldemort’s tone was mocking as he referenced the safety of the people Y/N had been trying so hard to forget. “What do you have to say about this, Y/L/N?”

Y/N’s father’s jaw was clenched tightly as he stepped just a little further into the light.

“We had no part in it - she has been a disappointment since she was sorted into Hufflepuff,” he spat, though Draco noticed that he didn’t seem able to bring himself to look at his daughter.

“And you?” Voldemort’s cold eyes were focused on Y/N’s brother, who swallowed thickly and looked helplessly at his mother.

Y/N’s mother stepped to stand in line with her husband and she looked at Y/N’s crumpled form as she spoke:

“She’s no daughter of ours.”

//

A slow song started to play through the room and Y/N looked up at Draco from where she was still tucked under his arm.

“Dance with me?” She requested.

Draco could never deny her, and so he passed his glass to Pansy, Y/N giving hers to Theo, and he led her through to a space in the dancers.

“They’re all rather clumsy, aren’t they?” Y/N mused, looking around at the couples attempting to dance in the middle of Malfoy Manor. 

Draco laughed and nodded his agreement, though barely glanced at them, too focused on Y/N.

“Not all of us had dancing lessons growing up, Y/L/N!” Complained one of the Weasley twins, who was doing his best to dance with who Draco recognised to be Angelina Johnson, one of the old Gryffindor chasers, though he looked rather unsteady on his feet.

“Shove it, Fred!” Y/N retorted, removing one of her hands from Draco and flipping him off.

“You’re acting as though you weren’t an awful dancer yourself, once,” he was surprised by the teasing tone of voice.

“Merlin, do you remember? I was so bad that Blaise’s mum told me I wasn’t allowed to practise with him because I made him look shit as well.”

“And Theo gave up practicing with you too-”

“Because I kept stepping on his toes,” Y/N finished and the two of them laughed again.

“You got stuck with me,” Draco said and normally he would have been embarrassed by the affection that rang so clearly in his voice, but a little of the sadness seemed to leave her eyes at it.

“You were a pretty good teacher.”

//

Draco froze. He had forgotten about the stair that squeaked on the way downstairs.

He looked around cautiously, there was no way that he could risk getting caught.

Y/N had been here for a week, and it was taking all of his willpower and his mother’s convincing to stop him from lashing out at his aunt, at Voldemort, at the other Death Eaters, at Y/N’s family everytime she was brought out for questioning.

He knew that he would be haunted by her screams of agony for the rest of his life.

“Draco?” 

It was just his mother, and Draco thanked every God and deity there was for that. She knew what he was doing, she understood why he was doing it. 

His mother had always known Draco better than anyone else, even himself sometimes. More than that, though, she had always loved Y/N. And she knew that Draco had always loved her too.

Her eyes were so sad, so understanding when they met his.

She gave a small nod of her head.

“Make it look like an accident?”

Draco released the breath he had been holding.

“I promise.”

He snuck the rest of the way towards the cellar with no more distractions, his heart thumping hard and loud in his chest as he unlocked the door and made his way carefully down the stairs.

“Draco?”

It hurt him so much to hear how broken her voice was and he rushed over to her, not missing how she cowered away from him just a little at first until he came to a stop, crouching down in front of her and scanning every inch of her.

“Fuck - I’m so sorry, Y/N - I’m so, so sorry,” he wasn’t even embarrassed by the tears that were streaming down his face. 

Tentative shaking hands reached out and brushed them away and then they were hugging, their arms tight around each other as they buried their faces into each other’s shoulders to mask their sobs.

“I’m sorry I didn’t try to stop them,” his breath hitched with the words as he desperately tried to regain control of himself. Y/N was shaking her head though.

“No, Draco - you’ve got to stay safe, if you’d done anything… they would’ve done the same to you. They might’ve… made you do it to me,” Draco’s eyes squeezed shut, knowing that it was the truth.

If Voldemort had any idea how much Y/N meant to him, there was no doubt in his mind that he would be made to torture her.

“I’m going to get you out,” he told her in a strained whisper.

“You can’t!”

“I’m going to - I’ve got a plan. I’m going to say that I thought I heard something, so I came down to check what was going on. You attacked me and got out. I’ll chase after you only once you’re in the garden, call for help. Once you get beyond the path you’re outside of the protections around the Manor and you can apparate away.” He was clutching onto her hand so hard that he was briefly worried that she would lose feeling in it until she squeezed his hand back.

“But what if it goes wrong? If they find you out?”

Draco drew a shaky breath and pressed his lips to her hand. 

“Then at least you’ll be safe.”

//

“I really am sorry for not visiting you,” Draco murmured. Y/N rolled her eyes, allowing herself a slight laugh.

“I mean, as excuses go, yours was pretty good.”

“What? That I was in Azkaban?” 

“I’m sorry, Draco - was it really awful there?” He gave her a sad smile.

“Probably no worse than your recovery at St Mungo’s.”

“I was pretty fucked after the war,” Y/N agreed and the laughter they shared at that comment was dak. “I’m so sorry you had to go there, though, even just for a little while.” 

“It was my fault, Y/N - I was on the wrong side of the war. You were on the right one - you always were.”

“You did it for your family, Draco - I don’t for a second think that you would’ve joined if it weren’t for your parents. Same with my brother.”

Y/N swallowed thickly at the mention of her family and Draco’s heart swelled with affection for the girl he had been in love with for as long as he could remember.

“But hey, you’re a war hero now,” he said and Y/N gave a tired laugh.

“Ron recon’s I’m gonna get a letter about being on a chocolate frog card now that I’m out of St Mungos, apparently him, Harry and Hermione have already got theirs.”

“Well getting put on a chocolate frog card is definitely something to tick off the bucket list, isn’t it?” 

It was strange for Draco to be with Y/N. It was strange because of how natural it felt, how right he felt it was to be with her again, to laugh with her, to talk with her. So much of the time following the war had been spent forcing himself to go through the usual motions, his every interaction felt unnatural and uncomfortable.

But dancing with Y/N, talking to her again, it felt just like it did when they were kids being forced to endure ballroom dancing lessons - it felt right.

“Draco?” Her voice was slightly shyer than before, more tentative.

“Yeah, love?”

“Can I… can I maybe stay here tonight?”

By the time that they were old enough to truly understand what it would mean to be in a relationship, to completely understand both their own feelings and one anothers, it was too late to start anything real. With the war approaching, both of them had been so reluctant to be with each other officially.

Their sixth year had been spent in a state of limbo - they were together, they kissed, they hugged, she would sometimes share his bed, they loved each other, but they weren’t official. 

They couldn’t afford it with so much uncertainty hanging over them.

Their seventh year - or the first term of it, at least - they were both too distracted for it to matter. She was trying to help as many muggleborns as possible, he was trying to stay alive and protect his parents as best he could.

But now it was over.

She had recovered from her injuries from the Battle of Hogwarts.

He had been pardoned from Azkaban.

Voldemort was dead.

Maybe now it was their chance to be happy?

Draco chanced it and lent down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and pulling away to watch the endearing shy smile that curled her lips.

“Of course you can.”

“You’ll have to help me up the stairs.”

“That’s okay,” he laughed, feeling Y/N pressing herself just a little closer to him, no trace other previous sadness in her eyes as she grinned up at him - the same wide, welcoming smile that he remembered so well from his childhood.

“And I’ll probably wake up in the night because I’m in pain,” she warned and Draco felt himself flush red as he realised that she appeared to be suggesting that they shared a bed again. A soft giggle escaped her at that and she reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes.

“I can take care of you.”

Draco thought his heart would burst at the adoration he thought that he would never see again, shining at him through her eyes.

“I know you will.”