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buckyhoney-library · 3 years

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worst behavior, b.b

A/N: Surprise, i released it earlier than expected! I just- i hope you enjoy, bc this is probably the filthiest thing i've written- i also changed the plot a little bit!

Request: hiiii could i request a one-shot where professor!bucky sees you eyeing his metal arm bc he pushed his sleeves up one hot day and proceeds to keep you after class to do smth abt it? you can make it as kinky as you like, maybe some degrading and breeding if you’re comfortable w that! ugh i’m a whore for professor!bucky

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Warnings: 18+, professor!bucky, dom!bucky, age gap (f early 20's), degrading kink, public masturbation, oral (m&f), fingering, spanking, light choking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 4.6k, you already know i get carried away with bucky

You shuffle through the hallways of the historic building. The walls are decorated with paintings and engravings. Students walking in various directions making the hallway crowded and hard to get through. Every now and then, students would stop to talk to friends or professors. This halts the moving traffic, causing jams and irritated groans from other students. The satisfaction sets in when you glance down at the time and notice it’s nine fifty-seven. In three minutes, you’ll be officially late to class.

The other classes you take bore you- making it hard to stay focused. They are the generic first-year classes that everybody dreads. You always end up doodling or drifting in and out of sleep throughout the period- but this class? This is the only class that excites you.

World History with Professor Barnes.

You wake up extra early in the morning to get ready for his class. You put a little more effort into your appearance than the other classes. The thought of the professors and students seeing you in sweats and hoodie didn’t bother you. Professor Barnes’s class on the other hand- you made sure you looked put together. His lecture has you wanting to wear the shortest sundresses with little to nothing underneath them.

Being late to Professor Barnes’s class is frowned upon and requires immediate attention when it becomes excessive. The immediate attention was an after-hours meeting with Professor Barnes to discuss what could possibly be more important than his lecture.

The first time you showed up late, happened to be the first day of class. When you rushed into the lecture hall, your heart nearly stopped by the man in front of you. Brunette hair’s swept back, piercing blue eyes, and a button-up that looked a size too small- showing off his bulging biceps. The fitted navy-blue button-up was rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone. His biceps on full display through the material- showing off the vibranium. You swallowed hard as he began to scold you in front of the entire hall.

“I do not tolerate tardiness. Enough tardies require a private meeting after hours.” His light blue eyes never broke contact with yours, darkening with lust the longer he looks at you- taking you all in.

It was almost as if he was telling you to be late. There is a faint heartbeat between your legs, you cross them in fear he could hear the throbbing from where he stands. You began to daydream about the warm metal wrapped around your throat, while his other fingers were buried inside you. Or the prints that would be left against the flesh of your ass. You nod slowly with the most innocent eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Professor Barnes. I had gotten lost. It will never happen again.” You say innocently, playing up the role- even going as far as pouting your lips.

Bucky’s cock twitched at the sight of your puffed-out lips. Begging to be made an example out of you in front of the class. You smile back at him, patiently waiting to be excused to your seat.

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again, Ms?”

“Y/L/N.” You purr.

“You may find a seat Ms. Y/L/N.”

He looks are you properly, eyeing you up and down. His eyes fixated on your hips, swaying side to side as you walk up the steps, your skirt flapping up behind you- teasing him. Bucky knew you were going to be trouble this semester- and trouble is exactly what you had been for the last month.

You did everything in your power to get him to keep you after class. Bucky is getting more and more fed up with you- acting so innocent. He knew damn well that you want nothing more than to have your pretty little mouth stuffed with his cock- gagging and gasping for breath.

He hates that you are pretending like you had no idea the amount of frustration you are causing him. The amount of self-control Bucky exhibits is astounding. Especially on the days, you come in wearing close to nothing- claiming it was ‘just too hot outside’ or when you sit in the front row with a lollipop in your mouth, exaggerating the moans as you suck the red hard candy.

You straighten out the wrinkles out of the floral baby blue sundress, before turning the knob on the door.

“Ms. Y/L/N. You’re late- again.” Professor Barnes states sternly, not bothering to look at you.

Bucky caught a glimpse out of the side of his eye- you were wearing his favorite dress and knew he couldn’t look at you in the eye without taking you right there.

This is Bucky’s favorite dress. He loves the way it holds your breasts higher and how it hangs over the curve of your ass so nicely.

How much prettier would the dress look across his lap.

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you when you walk and the dress flows with every step- sometimes a little too much. This grants him a sneak peek of your favorite lacey white panties- or sometimes the lack thereof. He stiffens at the sight of the fabric covering your pretty little cunt, taunting him.

For the past month, all Bucky could think about is that cunt. How tight you’d be around him- hearing you whimper and whine when he finally enters you, stretching you out to fit perfectly. He wonders if you could take him all at once or if he needs to warm you up with his fingers- but the thing he thought about the most: how sweet you must taste. The question alone could get him off.

How desperately he wants a taste of you.

“Mr. Barnes I am sorry-“ You begin to play into your act before he cut you off,

“Find your seat.” He still not bothering to look at you.

Disappointment floods your face from the lack of attention. In an effort for payback, you sit in the first row already pouting. He began the lecture by discussing the homework he had assigned the night before. You reach into your bag, pulling out the folder.

Expecting you to be in your usual spot in the back of the lecture hall, Bucky clenches his jaw at the sight of you sitting with your legs crossed shut in the front row, with your elbows on the small desk and hands cupping your face in boredom. His cock began to stir. Your breasts press together against the thin fabric- that is working extra hard to keep your breasts from being on display for everyone.

You see the frustration written on his face the moment he finally looks at you. You smirk at the successful payback.

The class goes on, but the material bores you. You begin to stare at Professor Barnes. You could hear the small adjustments from the vibranium as he moves about the lecture hall. Your breath hitches when he rolls his sleeves up. His biceps bulging against the fabric, a faint throbbing begins between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek holding back a whimper. You squirm in your seat, uncrossing your legs to press them together to relieve some pressure.

The sinful thought begins to overtake your mind, only making the throbbing worse by the added arousal pooling against the lace. Checking each side of you, you look to see if there are any other students close enough to you that were about to witness this risky act. There are students staggered behind you, but only a couple dare to sit in the first rows. They are intently listening to their professor- who has his attention on the chalkboard.

You swallow a lump, attempting to steady your breathing. You slip your hand below the desk, resting it on your upper thigh. With one more quick scan of the room, you slip your hand underneath your dress.

You inhale sharply at the contact with your aching cunt. The slow circles you draw over your lacey panties release a wave of pleasure. Your lips part and your eyes flutter. The idea of someone catching you- the idea of him catching you? Made the arousal seep through the material getting on your fingers. You close your eyes dreaming about how Bucky’s fingers would dip between your folds, collecting the arousal and forcing you to taste yourself. You could imagine the pornographic scene play out in your mind, the heavy panting and degrading remarks- your fingers slip inside the thin fragile material. The satisfaction of making direct contact with the bundle of nerves makes it almost impossible to bit back any moans. Instead, you let out silent breaths.

Your imagination continues with his fingers going back between the folds, teasing the entrance- making you whine. Bucky’s other hand groping your breasts harshly. The focus is solely on the clit that throws you hurtling toward your orgasm. You brace yourself for the pleasurable release.

Bucky turns around to flip the page of the textbook when he sees it- sees your legs parted with your middle and ring finger rubbing circles over your clit. He holds his breath, not believing the whore in front of him. Your pants becoming faster and heavier. The pleasure begins to boil over, sending you over the edge. You remove your fingers covering your mouth to muffle the whimpers.

When you come down enough to open your eyes, your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach. Red flushing your cheeks and your chest tightens- you have been caught. His jaw hung open in disbelief at what he just witnessed. This is the final straw, touching yourself in class? Cumming in class- in front of him. There is no hiding the growing bulge in his pants.

Bucky slams shut the textbook, The other students sit in confusion at the sudden outburst from their Professor.

“Make sure you read the rest of the chapter. Class dismissed.” He almost growls.

Bucky takes cover at his desk, covering any evidence of an erection. He pulls a random stack of papers to distract himself from the bulge in his pants.

You hurry to pack away your things- you know that you are in a world of trouble and wish to leave the room as fast as possible.

You pull the bag over your shoulder and head straight for the door, not making eye contact with anyone.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Stay.” His voice booming in the near-empty room.

You freeze in your tracks, holding your breath. You turn around to face the furious man seated behind the desk. The one man that now held all the power to expel you. You feel small and weak the closer you get to his desk. He waits till the last student leaves the room.

“Yes, Professor Barnes?” Anxiety begins to stir in the pit of your stomach.

“We need to discuss your behavior. Follow me.” The demand making you shiver.

Your legs wobble as you follow him to the room just off the lecture hall. It is his office. It is bigger than you have imagined it. The smell of oak and cigars filling your lungs the moment you enter. His dark mahogany desk is the focal point of the room. The walls are decorated with artwork he had collected over the years. The dark brown curtains are pulled shut. The only light source being the two standing lamps on reside on each side of his bookshelf. Knick-knacks covering the surfaces of the shelves and desk.

“Sit.” His voice is stern laced with lust.

The restricting fabric of the briefs and pants makes the bulge painful. You sit in the chair in front of his desk with your ankles crossed and hands in your lap.

“First, you’re late to my class.” He is stalks around you- like your prey. His arms crossed tightly against his chest.

“Then, you wear this provocative dress.” Bucky’s fingers glide up your arm, grazing over the thin strap on your shoulder. His touch burning your skin.

“Then, you proceed to touch yourself in the middle of my lecture- cumming all over yourself like a disgusting little whore.” His words starting up the throbbing.

Bucky leans against the edge of the desk and your eyes are fixated on your lap- not daring to make eye contact.

“I have every right to expel you,” You inhale preparing yourself.

“-but I’m not going to.” Your eyes shoot up meeting his.

They’re filled to the brim with lust and desire. You gain a boost of confidence soars through you with the knowledge that you aren’t getting expelled.

He tilts your chin up to him, getting a better look at you. Using your chin to turn your face to each side- examining the mouth that will soon be full of him.

Bucky runs his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling at it- parting your lips. You push your head forward, taking his thumb in your mouth- closing your lips around him. You hum, innocently locking eyes with him.

You had no idea what you just started.

A devilish grin tugs on the corners of his mouth at the sight of you taking his thumb. You hallow your cheeks, sucking gently.

“What a good little slut.” He purrs. Bucky removes his thumb and stands.

“But, you’re not getting off that easily. Come.”

You stand to your feet moving to stand in front of him. The throbbing increases between your thighs and the arousal seeping through your panties. Bucky looks down at you touching your shoulder and neck. He finally rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the flesh gently. You swallow, tensing and untensing your jaw. Bucky sense your nerves,

“It’s okay, princess- you’ll only be a little sore.” Your heart skips a beat.

Your panties are now drenched in your wetness and you swear he could hear the throbbing. You dreamt for this day. He pulls your lips to his. Finally meeting yours. It is slow and passionate; you didn’t know if you could touch him- but he has his hands holding the sides of your face.

“On your knees.” His voice is low and dark.

You drop to your knees. You’re now eye to eye with his bulge. The hardened cock makes your mouth water. You lick your lips, looking at him before you reach for his belt. He nods granting you permission. The belt is undone along with the button of his dress pants. Your slow movements have Bucky in a trance. His eyes don’t leave you.

You tug the pants down, his length still trapped behind the black briefs. You feel his length and hear a low groan escapes his mouth. You place small pecks on top of the clothed member. You are salivating with every kiss, growing more eager. The underwear is pulled down, freeing the aggravated cock. It’s red and looks like it is going to burst within seconds. The girth and length surprises you and you begin to wonder if you can even fit him inside you- let alone your mouth. Nerves build within you and hesitantly look up at Professor Bucky.

“I don’t know if it will fit,” Your voice is quiet, he chuckles and lifts your chin once more.

“Make it fit.” His voice is just above a whisper, but dark and stern.

At that moment you realize that this wasn’t going to be a quick punishment. He is going to make you wish you never wore short dresses, late to his class, or cum in front of him. Bucky licks his lips in awe of how beautiful you looked kneeling in front of him. All the fantasies are about to come true.

You take his length in your small hands; you use both hands to warm him up- slowly building him up. The strokes begin slow and sloppy. Your thumb going over his tip. It’s angry and swollen, it’s begging to be drained. You rub small circles around it- mimicking your movements from earlier. Bucky’s breathing becomes slow pants. The pleasure building with each stroke.

You mentally prepare yourself, collecting all the saliva you could to the front of your mouth. You flicker your eyes up, the grin that grows on his face as you close your lips around his tip encourages you. His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping the strands at the root.

“Yes, take my cock in your mouth you filthy slut.” You hum around him.

He begins to slowly push your head closer to his pelvis, forcing you to take more of him. You were only halfway down his shaft when you gripped his thighs for support. Your ankles are crossed behind you and you are leaning back sitting on your feet.

Bucky didn’t care about staying silent. His low grunts and heavy pants left his lips as he grips your hair. The pure bliss he is experiencing is unlike anyone he’s had before. Based on your performance, he knew that you have had experience before. The thought of other men in your mouth drove him insane. His grip on your hair guides your mouth up and down his cock. He became more aggressive with his grip, quickening his pace.

“I just know you’ve been dreaming about my cock filling your mouth, hm? You’re such a stupid slut- wanting to suck your professor’s cock,” He moans.

You’re gagging on his length, trying your hardest to keep from pulling off of him. You hallow your cheeks adding extra pleasure and using one hand to pump the length while he guides your head. The longer you’re taking him in your mouth the less air you’re getting, the veins in your neck become prominent. You dig your nails into his thigh. Bucky hisses at the feeling of your nails sinking into his skin.

“That’s right, princess. You feel so good around my cock,” He purrs watching the tears forming from in the corners of your eyes.

You can’t take anymore without feeling like you were going to choke. Bucky feels the resistance of you attempting to pull off of him. He pushes your head fully down his length, causing a pornographic moan to leave his lips. Bucky yanks the roots of your hair, ripping you off his length. You gasp for air and cough at the sudden ability to breathe. Saliva coats your lips and his thighs.

“You better finish what you started.” Bucky hisses,

You nod wiping your mouth. This time around, he has precum oozing from his tip. You gather it with your thumb and coat the rest of his length, using it as lubrication. You take him once more, this time using both hands and your mouth. The combo is enough to send Bucky into orbit, but when you start sucking his tip and swirling your tongue around it- he knew it would be a matter of seconds before he would release his load.

“You taste so good, Professor.” You hum against his tip, your movements become faster- not bothering with a slow build.

Bucky grips the edge of the desk, you hear the vibranium cracking through the wood. The sound only eggs you on. The sounds of your slurping and moans, cause Bucky to twitch inside your mouth- signaling he is gonna cum at any moment.

Within seconds your mouth is filled with strings of cum. Bucky’s hips buck as your mouth continues to suck him off. The taste of him has become addicting, you want every last drop of him. You pull off of him, wiping up the spilled cum on your chin. Sucking it off of your finger.

“Shit, princess. You did so well finishing every drop.” He pulls you up from your knees.

“-but that doesn’t mean you’re done. You still need to be punished for your behavior in class. Do you understand?” You nod.

Bucky walks behind his desk. You follow, nervous about what your punishment will be.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. Bend over.” You do as you say.

Your breast smush against the dark wood, your eyes fixated on the photographs of him with family and friends. You smirk to yourself and look back at him. Bucky’s fingers trail up the backs of your thighs. He lifts the pretty blue sundress, finally seeing that perfect ass up close. Bucky’s cock throbs again when he sees that the underwear you’re wearing the cheeky white lace. So innocent, he thought. Bucky runs his palm over the meaty flesh, gripping and jiggling it. He moans at its effortless movement.

“Fuck!” You yelp, his palm makes contact with your ass cheek.

“I told you, princess. You need to be punished. Count them.” Another rough smack.

“Two.” The tears returning to your eyes, but the pleasure overpowers the pain.

You arch your back, wiggling your ass higher in the air, this time, he is able to get a sneak peek of the covered cunt that lived in his mind.

“Three,” This time, your eyes roll back and you’re seeing stars.

Bucky takes notice of just how soaked you are. He pulls the lace with his metal fingers, tearing through them in an effortless tug. The strings of arousal follow the fabric as it is thrown to the ground.

“Oh? You like getting punished? You soaked through your panties. You really are a fucking whore.” He runs his middle finger down your center, your body twitches once he reaches your swollen and needy clit. Bucky kneels, coming face to face with the glistening beauty. His dream is coming to a reality, he is finally going to taste you.

His tongue dips between your folds, causing you to gasp at the unexpected pleasure. Your ass is still in the air and his hands are gripping your inner thigh, pulling them apart, allowing more access to your sopping cunt.

“Just like I imagined it, so fucking sweet.” He is breathless, the taste of you becomes his new favorite flavor.

Bucky’s tongue licks up the access arousal and his thumb rubs small circles around your clit, making you whine against his desk. His mouth begins to place open mouth kisses against you, his tongue dipping inside you. You need something to grip and release the pent-up pleasure but result to releasing through you moans and whines. It is music to Bucky’s ears.

He pulls away from your dripping cunt, kicking your legs open, spreading them- giving him the best access he could get. His mouth returns to you. But this time giving full attention to your clit.

“I’m too big for your hole, princes. I have to stretch you out.” You whine, as his middle and ring finger slide inside you.

You’re a whimpering mess on his desk as his mouth and fingers switched places. His fingers stretching you out and his mouth on your clit. Bucky moans into you at the feeling of your pussy pulsating against his fingers. You are in pure bliss as he pumps his fingers, occasionally curling- hitting the spongey flesh of your g-spot. He swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking on it and releasing it with a pop. You feel yourself hurdling towards your orgasm. The pulsating becomes quicker, and the moans are now endless streams. Bucky knew you’re close to cumming around his fingers, but you had already came today. He removes his fingers and mouth in one swoop, leaving you breathless and irritated.

“You already came today; only well-behaved whores get to cum.”

You stare back at him in anger. Your cheeks are flushed red and you’re panting like you just ran a marathon. He takes amusement at the sight of you looking like a mess.

“Professor, please! I’ve been a good girl!” You whine, wiggling your ass backwards.

“I’ll think about it. It depends on how well you take this cock, princess.” You nod your head, bracing yourself.

Bucky pumps himself a few times before he slides his tip against your cunt. You dreamed of the moment you would feel him inside you. Him sliding into you and filling you up. The need and desire overtaking you and bucking your hips into his cock.

“I said to be good.” A more aggressive smack lands on your ass, this time he used the vibranium. You yelp in pain, knowing there is going to be a handprint on your ass. Branding you.

You gasp at the sudden fullness.

“I was going to be gentle, since you are not used to a cock as big as me, but since you want to be an inpatient slut- now I’m not going too.” Bucky rams his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size.

He grunts at the sound of your whines and whimpers. He grips your hips using it to increase his speed. The purple and red marks form, where his fingers dig into you. Bucky groans at how tight you feel around him. The resistance from your walls getting him closer and closer.

Bucky continues at his pace while, but this time gripping the back of your neck. He tugs you back, lifting you. Your hands palm down on the desk, using it as stability. One of his hands pins your hands behind your back. Bucky pulls you back, flushing your bodies together. His fingers wrap around your neck. Your head falls back against his shoulder moaning at the sensation of his fingers around your throat. Bucky’s rhythm doesn’t slow down now that you’re standing. Your legs are still wide allowing him to go deep and hard.

“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, you know that?” You couldn’t even think.

You have entered another world. Your hands are still pinned behind you and your eyes are rolling back from the feeling of his other. All you could do is moan and sink into his cock.

“Fucking yourself in front of the class and cumming all over yourself- you fucking loved the idea of getting caught huh? I bet you would love someone to walk through that door and catch me fucking your sweet cunt.”

His words only push you further into nirvana. Your legs begin to feel weak, and the responsibility of standing is becoming too much. Bucky notices the sudden inability to stand.

“You gonna cum, princess?” You are barely able to function. You moan in response and he thrusts quicken- if that is even possible.

“Cum, princess. Cum around my cock,”

You see stars as a wave of pleasure washes overtakes you and you feel pure ecstasy. Your cunt contracts around his cock, sending Bucky over the edge. His cock pulsating and shoot loads of cum inside you, filling you once more.

“Fuck!” He moans one last time.

He collapses on top of you. Your hands catching your bodies as you lay pressed against his desk once again. Bucky pulls himself out of you, leaking with cum. You whimper at the sudden loss of fullness.

Your legs felt weak and standing on your own seemed like an impossible task. You are trying to catch your breath. The high cooling off and you regain the ability to talk.

You push yourself up, feeling the cum run onto your inner thigh. Bucky grabs a handful of tissues, wiping away the cum. He helps you sit down on his chair. Your breathing finally slows and the adrenaline wears off. You begin to feel the aftermath of every mark and muscle. You groan as you try to move from the seat.

Bucky walks over to you handing you a bottle of water and switches places with you, so you are now on his lap.

“I told you would be a little sore,” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your temple.

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ptersparkers · 4 years

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jj and the untimely prank

summary: when a prank goes awry, jj’s at the receiving end of cruel intentions with a euphoric payoff.

warnings: this is just sm*t i’m sorry.

notes: forgive me father, for i have sinned. also i know i said no requests but i couldn’t just leave this one out. based on the request below. tried my best w no typos. also i’ve come to the conclusion that my taglist is too long because it took me fifteen minutes to add everyone but i have no idea what to do lmao.

It was supposed to be a joke.

Rafe Cameron’s end of the summer party began once the sun’s horizon began to emit an orange glow over the Cameron residence. Ward and Rose left for California that morning; the siblings had protested accompanying the two on their vacation after claiming there would be nothing for them to do and Ward had reluctantly let them stay home on the promise that they would behave themselves. Wheezie stayed at a friend’s for the week while Rafe and Sarah shared the house.

However, Rafe had planned to use his empty home to throw a party for residents of Figure Eight, complete with expensive alcohol and loud music that would make any neighbor complain. Sarah begged her brother to let her friend group attend the party, claiming that she’d “die of boredom” if she were to attend the party alone. Reluctantly, Rafe agreed after Sarah promised to talk Ward out of punishing Rafe for neglecting to pick up air canisters.

Rafe, knowing Sarah’s friends and Pope in particular were going to be at the party, crushed a pill of Viagra and dared Topper to mix the pretty blue powered into Pope’s drink. The boy looked innocent enough and both Kooks were eager to see how he’d deal with his problem by keeping tabs on him the entire night.

Only, JJ was the one to drink from the cup Topper tampered with.

The boys tried not to spend too much time ogling at Pope but noticed something was wrong when he was talking to Kelce with a calm demeanor like nothing was wrong and before the Kooks decided to give up, they thought of everything possible scenario of what happened to the cup. After losing interest upon the girls and drugs at the party, neither of them cared enough to follow up on their prank.

JJ was fine for the next thirty minutes but felt so hot and bothered by the time he downed three more shots. He couldn’t think straight and he knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol. A girl had bumped into him by accident, causing him to push against the side of the kitchen’s countertop and he had to hold in a moan as he felt his ever growing cock release some tension. His fingers gripped the edge of the marble and he gritted his teeth, finally acknowledging how hard his cock had gotten.

JJ needed to excuse himself to the bathroom upon seeing your short and tight cheetah print dress that accentuated your natural features, pushing your breasts to the point where they were spilling out of the fabric. He wasn’t sure why, all of the sudden, he felt like his pants were growing tighter as the night progressed. Seeing you walk into the party fashionably late and greeting people he knew while not sparing them a second glance had him wondering if you would look in his direction.

Kiara had walked up to you after having recognized you from your updo and made the bold move to greet you with a gentle hug, avoiding the crowded room of bodies in the process. You grinned at the girl and returned her embrace, careful not to spill the liquid in your cup. JJ could see the way your dress slid up your thighs when you tried to move around the room, periodically pulling the fabric down to cover yourself modestly. It was then when JJ decided he needed to remove himself from the party and relieve himself.

He rushed himself to the nearest empty bathroom and hastily closed the door behind him, fumbling with the lock as his mind thought about his impending problem below his belt. When he looked down, he could see his impressive size grow against his jeans, groaning when he put his hand over his member to relieve some tension.

JJ didn’t know why he had become extremely hard over the course of the night. Of all the times he had imagined talking to you, properly, for the first time, he never imagined he’d be hard while doing it. For a brief moment, he felt guilty for leaving Kiara alone at the party after Pope had struck up a conversation with Kelce while Sarah and John B. had found their own corner in her home. But his apparent hard-on and the fact that he couldn’t walk without feeling himself against his jeans was a bigger problem.

The blond wasted no time unzipping himself and pushed his hands down his boxers to grab himself, biting his lip at the sudden tension that his hand was providing. His thumb stroked his tip and he felt his teeth bite harder on his bottom lip at how euphoric it felt.

His back was pressed against the door as he felt his legs give out, using the frame as a temporary support system as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs to allow himself more freedom. When JJ looked down, he witnessed how hard he had grown in a short amount of time and spit into his hands, using his hips to push himself forward while keeping his hand steady, mimicking his thoughts about fucking you into the nearest mattress.

If JJ was being honest with himself, he was using you and the image of your dress sliding up your thigh as his masturbation material. His impending problem seemed to expose itself once he saw you at the party despite feeling strange an hour beforehand. JJ looked at himself in the bathroom’s mirror and saw how fast he was thrusting his hips, realizing he was panting as if he were taking you over the bathroom counter.

He halted his movements to see the precum that leaked from his tip and groaned, not caring about his volume once he realized the sound of the music from the party was louder than he was. His mouth hung ajar as his breaths became erratic and JJ was determined to make his problem disappear quickly, trying his best to avoid an embarrassing situation if Kiara asked him why he was in the bathroom for so long.

JJ moved his hand faster and gritted his teeth, short breaths escaping from his lips as he desperately chased his high. He shut his eyes and let out pretty moans as he jerked his body forward and used his balance as leverage to thrust at a faster pace. JJ squeezed his cock tighter and pretended it was your tight pussy around him instead.

He kept his eyes closed as he let out a deep groan, his chest rising and falling rapidly. JJ could feel himself orgasm quickly and his thick, white ropes fell onto his hand as he finished himself off, opening his eyes to watch as he emptied himself in his enemy’s bathroom. JJ chuckled to himself when he caught his breath and stared at his messy hand, moving quickly to the sink to wash his hands off with soap and water before slowing his breathing down.

But when he looked at the mirror and back to his cock, he could see that his problem hadn’t disappeared. JJ’s cock was still standing in attention, still as hard and thick as before he had made himself orgasm for the first time. He groaned once out of frustration, finding it ironic that he hadn’t been able to make himself come when he was alone but he was experiencing this problem in the presence of strangers. JJ knew it was because you arrived the moment he needed to release the most.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” JJ said in a hushed whisper, almost like he was afraid of being caught despite the bathroom door being closed.

JJ grew frustrated at his impending problem and the throbbing sensation he felt in his lower region when he attempted to wait it out, keeping his breathing steady to fix the situation. But after a few moments of trying to calm his beating heart and think about anything other than what you’d look like with your dress on the floor as he hovered above your body, JJ knew nothing he did would work.

“Shit,” he hissed as he put his hand back on himself, somewhere in between pumping himself in a quick pace and trying to enjoy himself. JJ wanted to step out of the bathroom without an incredibly noticeable hard-on, which prompted him to move his hand back and forth quicker and faster.

He looked at himself in the mirror as his mouth hung open, throwing his head back when he let out a particularly loud hum. The euphoric feeling of using his hand to tug on his cock while simultaneously thinking about the view of you on your knees while you looked up at through your eyelashes was material he’d been using for weeks and it didn’t slow him down this time.

You were someone JJ had trouble talking to despite being a fellow Pogue. You had a good head on your shoulders and both the Pogues and Kooks knew it. You drifted between both sides of the island without a care for the war between classes and freely roamed the grounds as if you owned the place, both groups letting you without hesitation. JJ’s knees would buckle when you walked near him and he would grow quiet whenever you’d approach his friends to speak to Kiara, who you’d known since childhood. He knew his attraction to you was because of your nonchalance and intelligence, but he had an inkling feeling you’d choose him over Rafe, and that was enough for JJ to feel himself close to spilling onto his hand once more.

But before he got the chance to experience another orgasm, the bathroom door opened.

JJ immediately opened his eyes and saw your figure in the doorframe, one hand on the wall as you steadied yourself upon stumbling when you saw JJ. His hand froze on his cock and he could feel his heart pounding in embarrassment while his member throbbed at the loss of his hand.

He watched as your eyes widened when you realized what you were looking at. JJ awkwardly looked down at himself when he realized his cock was still standing at attention in his hand, rapidly moving to pull his boxers and jeans up hastily to cover himself upon feeling his cheeks turn a shade of red from the embarrassment of being caught.

“You’re so big,” you said in complete surprise, looking as JJ fumbled to zip his pants. He tried to keep himself busy, tucking his shirts into his jeans while feeling your gaze on him. But he looked up at your words and watched you with a curious expression.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, not knowing what to say after your observation and upon being caught with his cock in his hand. He stood by the mirror, shifting from one foot to the other almost as if he was unable to move.

JJ felt embarrassed because he was caught by the person he was infatuated by. You were always the subject of his daydreams and this situation was not an exception. He felt embarrassed because hebthought about you naked on the nearest mattress mere seconds ago and it was almost as if on cue you had walked in on him.

But you shook your head, biting your lip in a sultry manner, taking a step towards him as you slowly closed the door behind you with a subtle sound. JJ watched as your body moved in your dress and before he realized it, you were standing mere inches from him. His blue eyes looked into your own with curiosity and anticipation, feeling your hands gently move themselves from the top of his chest to his belt loops, gently tugging on them.

“Let me help you,” you said in a hushed whisper. JJ wasn’t sure if he was imagining the desperation in your voice but he had imagined looking down at you as you sucked his cock more than he could count, and he knew he’d regret it if he denied himself this opportunity, especially because you were giving your consent.

JJ felt your nimble hands over his clothed chest, your fingers lightly scratching him as he felt his body shudder from excitement. He watched as your body swayed back and forth as you waited for his answer, moving closer to him to the point where you were present against him. You moved your hands from his chest to the side of his thoughts, your hands moving everywhere but the place he needed you most.

“Please,” he said, nodding.

You said nothing as you looked up at him through your tasteful false lashes and pushed your body against his. JJ felt your lips on his neck, closing his eyes as he sighed at the glorious sensation of your lips on him while your hand was on his cock. He could feel your hand move against him, gauging his size for yourself and he felt you moan against his neck.

You could barely keep yourself poised, feeling your mouth water upon feeling his impressive size for yourself. JJ’s body rested against the bathroom counter and you removed your hands from him, causing JJ to temporarily groan at the loss of contact before he felt your hands around his wrists, forcefully placing them on your backside before returning to his cock. His eyes widened with surprise and he wasted no time touching you, squeezing your cheeks.

JJ kneaded you’re backside as your hands moved to unzip his jeans, pushing his jeans down along with his boxers. You felt his cock that was still set from orgasming the first time mixed with his own spit and bit your lip when you felt his hands roam around the fabric of your dress. You encouraged him to continue with a short nod, closing your eyes as your hand moved to work his cock. JJ seemed to get the hint and you felt his hands move to the hem of your dress, sliding them underneath.

He could barely believe he was touching you in his reality rather than his daydreams and took the time to appreciate your skimpy thong, using his fingers to move it to your entrance. You moaned once and debated on letting him touch you further before deciding against it, hiking your dress above your waist before positioning yourself on your knees in a feverish manner.

Your lips caught the tip of his cock in your mouth and JJ used his hands to prop himself on the bathroom counter in an attempt to keep steady. He looked down at you while your hands wrapped themselves the base while your mouth engulfed the rest. JJ couldn’t help himself and pushed his hips forward but you were more than ready for his sudden action and opened your mouth wider, welcoming his size as you gagged in his cock.

You temporarily removed your mouth from him to stroke his member with the string of spit as a result of your previous action and JJ moaned at the feeling of your hand instead of his. You kissed the tip gingerly before licking the side of the shaft with your flattened tongue and JJ felt like he was about to come again.

When JJ watched you move your hand from him to between your thighs, he placed both of his hands to the back of your head. He witnessed as your hands moved underneath the small black cloth that hid nothing, furiously moving your hand to gain friction. JJ could help it; he gripped the back of your head and pushed his hips towards your mouth. You accommodated, widening your mouth and breathed through your nose as you felt his cock thrusted past your lips. He looked down and watched as he disappeared inside of you, feeling your tongue against his underside and came with a loud moan, not bothering to care if anyone outside heard him. JJ fucked your mouth and you let him.

When he pulled out, JJ watched his come spill out from between your lips and you opened your mouth to show him the remnants of all you couldn’t swallow the first time. Your hand moved to chin, cleaning his come and putting your fingers into your mouth as you tasted him. JJ breathed heavily and watched as you, so willingly, continued to touch yourself in front of him.

“You’re still hard,” you said with a pant and a high-pitched voice, closing your eyes temporarily as you inserted a finger inside of you. JJ wasn’t having it, however, and bent down to kiss you. He bent down and replaced your fingers with his own, moaning against you when he realized just how wet and slick you were. JJ was able to slip his middle finger into you and push himself deeper into.

“Let’s find a room upstairs,” JJ said in desperation.

He rose from his position and watched you did the same, his eyes following your hands that smoothed your dress over your cheeks. When you caught his gaze from the mirror, you winked and pushed your breasts together for emphasis, making JJ physically groan and adjust his apparent cock in his pants.

You held his hand and led him upstairs, avoiding the people standing in the hallway, too turned on to care if anyone could guess what the both of you would be doing. JJ opened a door and upon seeing it pictureless, he ducked inside and closed the door shut, locking it before returning his attention to you.

Your dress was thrown on the floor by the time JJ turned around and he rubbed his jaw, looking at how perky your nipples were against the cold air. His hands reached for your waist and pulled you into a hot, wet, searing kiss before turning you around to press you against the wooden door.

“So wet,” he said as he reached in front of you, his hands disappearing into your thong that left nothing to the imagination. He furiously moved his hands in circles and heard you whimpered, not caring about anyone who passed by and if they could head. JJ took this opportunity to undo the zipper of his jeans and push them down to his ankles followed by his boxers and moaned at the sight of his hardness against the backdrop of your ass and pressed himself against you.

JJ could hear you gasp at the sudden feeling but upon seeing your back arch in an attempt to move him where you needed him the most, JJ kept your hips steady with his hands as he thrusted against you, spreading your ass cheeks to watch as his cock worked your backside until you were begging for him to be inside of you. He watched as you tried to spread your legs while your chest was pressed against the door and bent his knees so that his cock was in between your thighs, throwing his head back at the glorious feeling of the fabric of your thong against his cock.

He pulled away and turned you around, smacking your backside before pointing to the bed. You looked at him as you climbed onto it, removing your thong in the process. He watched as you spread your legs and teased your folds, stripping from the rest of his clothing save for the gold chain around his neck.

JJ wasted no time and attached his mouth to your pussy, licking a delicious stripe against your slit. Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair and when JJ felt your hips rock against his tongue and your hands pulling at his roots, he could help but grind against the white bedsheets underneath him, moaning into your core with such pleasure. Your legs were spread far and wide into the air when you felt him moan against you and JJ, at the sound of a particularly loud moan, lifted his head to see your euphoric state.

He smirked and lifted his hand, smacking your core while relishing the sound of how wet you were. Your eyes widened and you begged for him to do it again. JJ wasn’t shy that night and did as he was told, bringing the tips of his fingers over your pussy, giving gentle slaps until you were begging for his cock to be inside of you.

You grabbed the gold chain and pulled him to meet your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth as he used his fingers to move to your pussy once again, letting his index and middle finger enter you with the rush of adrenaline. You knew you were close to your first orgasm between his mouth and his fingers, and you warned him about your inevitable orgasm against his lips. The sound of your wetness and his fingers echoed throughout the room, as did your cries.

When JJ pulled his hand out of you, he didn’t think about letting you recover and neither did you. You ached for it and so did JJ; he sat back on his knees and tugged on his cock a few times before pushing the head inside of you. You felt the euphoric feeling of his cock and begged for more until JJ gave in, pushing everything he had to offer inside of you.

But JJ was going to have fun with you. You had begged him to use you for his own gain moments prior and he had no reluctance. His elbows were situated beside your head and the tip of his tongue stuck out as he pulled himself out of you, barely touching your entrance with his tip. You whined, wrapping your arms around him while trying to get him to move, but he shook his head and laughed at your attempt.

He sunk inside of you once again and heard your delicious scream before pulling out of you altogether for the second time. JJ repeated this action four more times until you pulled him down by the gold chain, catching him by surprise. But he welcomed this distraction. His cock pounded your pussy furiously until the only sounds in the room were your wetness being spread between your pelvis and his, your high-pitched screaming as you begged JJ to fuck you harder, and JJ’s loud grunts that sounded so primal and needy.

The headboard wasn’t too far above his body and he gripped the edge, steadying himself as he kept a steady pace while thrusting into you. The wooden headboard smacked against the wall with a prominent sound and JJ smirked down at you, urging you to be as loud as you can if you wanted his cock to keep fucking you.

You could feel the mattress below you act like ocean waves as the bedsheet kept moving across the bare skin of your thighs. Your arms gripped onto JJ’s body like you’d fall off of the bed if you didn’t and he responded by pounding into you harder, faster, and rougher.

JJ pulled out of you and moved your body so that your chest was pressed against the mattress. He backed away enough to bend down and move his face to your core, furiously moving his tongue against you before replacing it with his cock. JJ gripped your hips and threw his head back at the sight of your ass against his pelvis and dug his fingertips into your skin, almost like he was afraid you’d leave. He raised his palm and slapped your ass cheek, to which you moaned for more.

“I’m gonna fuck you into tomorrow,” he promised, delivering another slap. “Gonna make sure to fuck you in front of a window next time so everyone can see how badly you want it.”

“JJ,” you called, out of breath.

“Wanna make sure I fuck your tits before I die,” he said with his eyes shut. “‘M gonna come.”

“In my pussy,” you begged.

JJ moaned loudly and grunted, pulling your ass closer to him as he released. You arched your back at the feeling and he moved his hands to your clit, roughly moving his fingers against your sensitive area. He pulled out of you and turned you onto your back, pulling you until you were nearly off of the edge of the bed and wordlessly slipped his cock back into your wet centre, pushing your legs against your chest for a deeper angle.

His cock was buried so deep inside of you that you could hear sirens in your head and see a halo above JJ. His fingers moved to your clit and deliciously moved at a pace that brought you closer to your orgasm. JJ almost wished someone would walk in just so they could see how high up in the air your legs were and how loudly you were moaning, all because of his cock.

His chest was hot with passion and he moaned after thrusting into you particularly hard, his deep voice bringing you your second orgasm. JJ felt your come on the tip of his cock and pulled out to watch white pearls drip from your entrance before using his tip to gather the remnants, awing at the wetness of your skin.

“I could live in your pussy,” he moaned breathing as his hand moved back and forth on his cock. He could feel his cool chain against his neck and JJ stepped back to witness the mess he made on your body and how utterly fucked you looked on the bed in front of him.

“I need another,” you whined, stepping off of the bed to walk towards him. You could feel your juiced on your inner thigh and replaced JJ’s hand with your own. “God, are you always this hard when you fuck?”

JJ laughed in a mocking tone and gripped your jaw with his hands, watching your wet lips scrunch together. Your eyes widened and you gripped his cock tighter at the sudden feeling, sending a wave of pleasure over JJ’s body. You knew what you were doing to him and he wasn’t about to let you out of this room until he came for fourth and final time.

“Only when I fuck you,” he gruned, his free hand teasing your nipple.

“You gonna fuck me some more?” you asked innocently as JJ loosened the grip on your jaw.

“When we fuck, I’ll always give you whatever you want,” he said, pushing your body against the wall and slipping into your wet center with ease. You yelped and widened your legs and JJ shut his eyes as you clenched around him. “Wanna come in you until you’re silly with it.”

“I wanna feel it,” you whined, arching your back so that you had room to bring your hand to your entrance, toying with your clit. He placed a harsh slap to your asscheek and you groaned with pleasure.

“You like my cock, huh?” he asked.

“I fucking crave it,” you replied with squinted eyes as he delivered another slap. JJ smiled to himself at how dirty your words were, especially after knowing you to be some innocent saint before tonight. While he never knew if you had any sexual tendencies or bothered to catch up with your dating life, he’d imagine you to be under his undoing; JJ wanted to be the first person that came inside of you and the first person to hear you moan. He knew that his fantasy didn’t matter compared to your reality, but in that moment, all he cared about was delivering another mind blowing orgasm to your pussy.

JJ pulled you by the elbows until you were looking at him and gripped your breasts, using your body for balance as his cock relentlessly pounded into you, so much that you screamed in euphoria. He gently pushed you off of him and commanded your body back on the bed, feeling himself on the edge of, what he hoped, would be his final orgasm. But he wouldn’t complain about giving you another creampie if you asked for it.

JJ’s pelvis met yours repeatedly and your legs were bent, high in the air. His hands were on either side of you as he thrusted into you as he came alongside you, both of your orgasms spilling past his cock and out of your pussy onto the bed below the both of you. JJ kept fucking you despite being nearly empty and relished the tight feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock until he couldn’t, opting you lay his chest on top of yours and kisses your open mouth like he needed to.

His cock was still inside of you as you both tried to reach a tranquil state and his lips moved to your neck, peppering sweet kisses. JJ wanted to relish in the feeling of your nakedness and continued to kiss your lips with vigor. He pulled away when both of you regained your breaths and stroked the side of your head, moving your hair away from your face.

“I’ve never been fucked for so hard or so long,” you confessed with a shy smile, your face red from blushing and how hard you had been fucked.

“I think someone put something into my drink,” JJ said with an amused laugh. “I’ve been hard for a long ass time.” You looked around the clock on the nightstand beside you and opened your mouth i’m surprise.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. JJ raised an eyebrow before looking in your direction. “We’ve been fucking for hours. The party’s probably coming to an end.”

JJ looked back at you as you spoke and jerked his cock deeper into you, to which you licked your lips and shut your eyes. He laughed and touched your cheek with the pad of his thumb, wiping away fallen mascara before leaving a soft kiss pressed against your nose.

“I don’t even know how you’re still hard,” you said. He shrugged.

“Me either, but I’m not exactly complaining.”

“Neither am I,” you said as you bit your bottom lip.

“Oh yeah?” JJ said as he thrusted into you twice more, watching as you breathed heavily and looked at him. “You fuck like a fucking champ.”

“And you fuck like your life depends on it.” JJ smoked and thrusted into you once more.

“Oh, look,” he said with in false surprise. “I’m still hard.”

“Oh, look,” you said, mocking him. “I’m still wet.”

“Mm,” he mumbled, sitting upright to watch his cock inside of you. JJ pulled himself out to the point where his head was sitting inside and you whined, reaching your hand to grip him and pull him inside of you. He tapped your knee twice and you reluctantly let go.

“We’re gonna fuck until Rafe kicks us out, got it?” JJ said. You nodded vigorously and JJ rewarded you by pushing himself into you, but not all the way. “Your pussy’s gonna be so used to my cock that it’ll be me you want to fuck.”

“Yes,” you breathed, feeling as he pushed into you more. But you were unsatisfied by JJ holding himself back.

“I’m gonna ruin that pretty pussy of yours tonight,” he said more to himself than to you while pushing himself inside.

“JJ,” you whined. “Please.”

“We’re gonna fuck and I don’t care if anyone walks in.”

JJ slid himself inside of you, fully, and gained a rhythm that caused you to pull JJ down to your body. His hips pushed against you as your hips lifted to meet his rhythm and all he wanted to do was fuck you until he couldn’t.

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Summary: Y/N L/N and James Potter were in a relationship together, Y/N was too blind to see James Potter's intentions. Just pure angst.

Know that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey

James Potter..

How would I describe him? Charming, Endearing or just a prick? He was everything I wanted, I loved him. I didn't see it back then.. How his eyes would fall on her, how he did anything just to make her smile. I never gave it much thought, I was too busy giving him heart shaped looks to notice that I was really not the one he loves but he was all I loved.

"Y/N, would you mind if we skip our date today?Lily needs some help with a few things." He asked..

"We haven't hang out with each other for weeks now.." I hinted.

"I'm sorry, but Lily needs my help."

"It's your choice, I don't own you." I answered with a frown..

"Alright, I'll see you tommorow." He still chose Lily, but I still didn't give that much a thought.

It's been weeks since me and James last hang out, just us. Today he told me he was studying in the library, but he wasn't there.. Where was he? I spotted Remus not far from me, I walked up to him.

"Hey, Remus!Did you see James anywhere?He told me he was studying in the library but he's not there.." I questioned one of his friends.

"Ohh..He didn't tell you?"

"What?" I nervously asked.

"He went to Hogsmeade with Lily.."

"Oh."

"Yeah, he didn't tell you that?" He asked..

"No!No!I think he did, I must've forgot." Maybe, I just forgotten about it..

Even though I saw the signs, I ignored it. I was innocent and inlove, every red flags I saw went down the drain. Just because I love, I let him fool me like that.

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody

Quidditch practice has just ended, sweat and muscle aches was all I could feel. I'm walking back inside when I saw James waiting for me. I was delighted to see him, I felt my heart raced as our eyes meet.

"Y/N, can we talk?" My smile dropped when I sensed that this was about something serious.

"Of course!" I gave him a timid smile.

"I--Uhh, I don't know how to say this but.." He walks up to me, his eyes blank. This was not the James I knew..

"What?" I questioned unsure of how I should react.

"I'm breaking up with you.."

And just like that, I died..

"W-What?" The information refused to sinked in, my lungs suddenly collapsed as tears fell in my eyes.

"I'm sorry. " I looked him in the eyes, there were no guilt or remorse. It's like he already moved on.

"Sorry?That's all you could say?" I laugh bitterly and dry, he just moved his eyes away from me.

"I don't know what--"

"I mean, why?Is it because I'm not pretty enough?Or is it--"

"Prongs!Professor McGonagall's asking for you!" Sirius shouts from a far.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I have to go." The tears flooded down my cheeks as my heart broke to thousand of pieces. Why did he do that to me? After that day, insecurity and anxiety became my new companion.

It didn't take long for James to move on because the next week, the news of Lily and James relationship spread Hogwarts like a wild fire.

"I saw the two of them kissing when James was still with Y/N." I heard from a student, so that's the reason. He cheated, he didn't love me, he wanted Lily not me.

"I heard from Sirius that James just used Y/N to make Lily jealous." And that caught my attention, I saw my friends give me a concern look.

"Let's just go, Y/N..Don't mind them."

They pulled me away from the crowded halls and into our house common room. Did he really just use me? I felt the tears appearing on my warm eyes. It suddenly made sense, the time James and Lily went to Hogsmeade, that's when he totally changed for the worst.

"Y/N, don't you dare cry!" My friend warned me, but it was too late. The tears involuntary fell from my eyes, they couldn't help but feel pity for me. A silent sob escapes my lips, I felt my heart getting worse when I try to breathe. Insecurities seems to find it's way to my brain as my thoughts started to compare Lily to me.

James Potter killed me, not with the killing curse but with a much worser curse ever to exist..

Love..

Those things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

In our relationship, I tried everything to make him stay. To refrain him from finding another. I did anything he enjoyed doing, to pulling pranks on Slytherin to skipping class to sneak out of Hogwarts. I did everything he wanted, just so I could call him mine..

"Oh my god!Malfoy's gonna lose his sanity when he finds out that we put a charmed pink hair dye in his shampoo!" I giggled as we walk away from the Slytherin tower.

"I know!And I couldn't have done it without you, love.." James smiled cheekily at me.

And all James did was call me his but leaves once Lily showed up. He killed me, James Fleamont Potter killed me, he committed a crime, a treason. He betrayed me, he used me.. He's a criminal and I hope to Godric that I'm his favorite crime..

You used me as an alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends

I should've trusted my instincts, I didn't listen to my guts when it screamed inside me to not fall for James. And it turns out that it was right, James only used me as an excuse to make Lily Evans jealous.

"And if I put this king here, I would---mmm" James cut me off with a heart shaking kiss, we were in the great hall playing chess when he suddenly kissed me.

Back then I thought that it was sweet but reminiscing now, he only did that when Lily walked in. I was too busy melting in his kiss to notice it, ignorance is really a bliss.

Stupidity really runs in the course of my veins, I should've listen to my friends when they said that there was something odd with James.

"I'm telling you, Y/N..He's just using you as a distraction from his feelings to Lily!" A dear friend of mine pointed out to me.

"James is not like that, I've know him since we were little.."

"Since you know him so well, you also know his weirdly obsession with Evans!" Another dear friend of mine points out.

"Stop being like this guys, he's not like that.." I protested.

Oh, how wrong was I? James was everything they said he was, I was naive enough to defend him. See, how much I loved him.. Love is really something..

And now, every time a siren sounds

I wonder if you're around

'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

Now, it's hard to trust anyone who crosses my path. When they tell a word James once spoke, this siren suddenly blast in my mind and memories of us immediately flashes in my head.

"I like you, Y/N.." A Hufflepuff student confessed to me, I couldn't help but remember James..

"I like you, Y/N..More than I should like a friend.." James was a great pretender.

Now, trusting for me is much harder than killing. I'm afraid, because I know that it will happen again. I'm scared, because I'd do it all again. I will feel the same pain I felt when I was with him.

James Potter killed everything in me..

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do

'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you

Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

The damage he did is still present to this day, because it's still embedded in the walls of mind, it still lingered in my heart. I was never happy with him, but it's nice to know that he wasn't happy with me either, we were miserable with each other, I was going down with him.

I guess, I'm also in the blame, we both committed crimes but not the same crime. We both caused damage, it's sad to think that after all the troubles we did, I don't regret anything. I hate you, but I keep saying that with a smile in my face.

Why? Because in the end, we were both in the wrong. James used me, betrayed me but I let him do it to me.. Ignored the red flags and warnings, turned a blind eye because I loved him. We both commit crimes that we both knowingly committed.

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

Your favorite crime

'Cause baby, you were mine

James Potter was my favorite crime..

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once you realize - chapter five

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x his girlfriend Mina, Jaebeom!

Tags: best friend! Jungkook, idol verse, friends to lovers!

Genre: fluff, mutual pining, this one is really angsty!

Words: about 5k

Warnings: language! flirting! mutual pining, angsty

Parts: chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five / chapter six / chapter seven

Summary: Trying to finally put the Jaebeom thing behind you, things seem to take a turn for the worse. But what do they say? Only rainbows, after rain.

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A/N: Thank you guys for the positive responses I’ve received for this series! I really enjoyed writing it and I’m trying to turn it into seven chapters (: Hope you enjoy this one! 💖

(edited this late so sorry for typos in advance!)

“Pass the sauce?”, Jimin asked, bumping your elbow a bit and with a smile you reached across the table to hand it to him. After everyone had hung out for a while after the movie, the collective decision had been to order dinner, have some drinks and play all sorts of games.

Dinner had been somewhat of a torture. Not only had everyone taken a seat before Jungkook could sit down next to you and now he was sitting all the way across, on the opposite side of the table, but you were also seated with Jackson and BamBam right next to you. The two of them had been bickering since they had taken a seat and eventually it had spilled over to them bickering with you and Jimin, who was giving them the cold shoulder, leaving you as a target.

Usually you were the first one to tease back, making sassy comments and having fun with them but the absurdity of the situation still sat deep. Jeabeom was trying to catch eye contact across the table a couple of times, while you tried to look past him at Jungkook who had his eyes on you constantly as well. As Jackson wouldn’t stop jibing you over and over again, you eventually took a deep breath, giving in your attempts to resist the messy joke fight you usually got into.

“Choke on a dick, Wang.”, you hissed and Jackson burst out into laughter, making you smirk at his giddy behavior. He really was in a good mood today, maybe the drinks had helped.

Oddly enough, Jungkook started coughing all the way across the table, putting down his coke can as he tried to catch some breath. With raised eyebrows you looked at him, wondering if he had actually managed to eavesdrop from all the way across the table.

“Do you need a sippy cup? I thought you grew up.”, Jackson joked and Jungkook looked like he was ready to throw punches. “I don’t, thanks.”, he said with a fake smile across his lips and although you could tell he was offended by it, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Little baby.”, Jaebeom chuckled and what was meant to be a cute, affectionate little statement rubbed Jungkook the absolute wrong way.

He simply stared back at him and added: “I’m not a baby.”

“Don’t mock the guy.”, Namjoon chimed in as the voice of reason although he couldn’t entirely hide that smile on his lips. Jungkook’s gaze met yours across the table and you weren’t sure if you felt like you should say something since it obviously had been a weird situation for Jungkook to be told off by JB like that, especially after everything that had happened, but you decided interfering would’ve been way more suspicious than just letting the situation die down.

Before anything could get any worse, you decided to get up and started collecting all the dishes without saying a word, getting everything to the kitchen. You were happy to get some alone time for a change and once you washed the dishes you could use that time to think about everything what had happened today.

Something about knowing that Jungkook had held your hand earlier and none of the others knowing about it excited you. The secrecy part felt exciting and new and although it had only been a brief moment of holding each other’s hands, both of you knew how much was at stake when you both gave in to your feelings earlier, proving it wasn’t a risk taken lightly.

Washing off the plates your thoughts drifted off to the lunch today where Jungkook had paid for you as well although you had told him it was your turn. With a smile on your face, deeply in thoughts you didn’t hear Jaebeom entering the kitchen behind you after a while.

“Everything ok?”

The sudden touch on your arm startled you and for a brief second you felt an excitement rush through your body, imagining Jungkook’s face once you turned around to face the voice behind you. But as you turned, it wasn’t Jungkook looking at you.

Jaebeom was leaning against the kitchen island, smiling at you. With a quick smile you nodded, trying your hardest not to think about what Jungkook had told you about you turning him down right in front of him. The thought alone made you want to vanish into thin air.

“Yea, I’m okay, thank you.”, you smiled and turned back around to face the dishes, hoping Jae wouldn’t turn this into an awkward situation by digging or bringing up topics you really didn’t feel like talking about after what had just happened with Jungkook. The intimacy of this moment made you feel a little uncomfortable since all the encounters you’ve had with him before, had always been in crowded areas, usually involving a drink or two.

This right now, was just the two of you in a kitchen and you were worried about how it’d look too people who didn’t know what was going on, the two of you alone in the kitchen.

“Would it be ok if we talk for a moment?”, he asked and you could hear the nerves in his tone. There it was – the question you had been dreading, hoping it wouldn’t come up. With a quiet sigh, you washed your hands off and dried them on the kitchen towel, all of it to stall some time.

“Sure.”, you turned around with a smile, leaning against the sink to keep some of the distance between the two of you. You really felt like you were doing him wrong for how you were behaving but things had changed and if you could believe Jungkook, which you always could, you had already talked to Jaebeom about how you felt about him.

“What’s up?”, you asked smiling and he seemed nervous all of a sudden.

“Listen...” he started the conversation and you could feel your insides tensing up. This time it wasn’t the good kind. “I, I really don’t want to push or anything... I just wanted to know if there was ever anything I did wrong?”, he started and you could feel the tips of your ears burning from the blunt confrontation of fire he was giving you.

“I really like you, Y/N. I thought you felt the same way? Somewhat at least. It didn’t seem like you were opposed to it when we kissed?”, he elaborated and you closed your eyes for a moment, praying that no one knew about the kiss besides the two of you. You felt awful for having to dish out how you actually felt and you kind of preferred the drunk version you couldn’t remember now. Something about pushing someone away like that really didn’t feel right.

Jungkook, who had been listening outside, cut the corner to the kitchen just as you were about to open your mouth and reply to Jae, as he smacked the last plate onto the counter without giving you one single look. “Guess you forgot about those as well.”, he stated with a distant voice before he turned around, leaving the kitchen coldly.

With a frown both you and JB looked after him and although you would’ve given anything to follow Jungkook, asking him why he was made, you had to finish the conversation now.

“I have to be honest with you, Jae. I really did enjoy your company and it was never to play any games or ‘play around’. I still enjoy your company but some things have just changed about how I feel and I kind of have developed feelings for someone else. I know this sounds awful and makes me look like an absolute slut but I can’t change how I feel and I just felt like it wouldn’t be fair to pretend something just for the sake of it. I don’t want to be mean and I don’t want to lie or make you feel bad. I just thought that being honest would be the best way to go and I know you, you’re a really good guy. I was hoping you’d understand and I was hoping it wouldn’t mess up the group and everything we do. None of this was ever my intention, I hope you know that.”

After quieting down, Jeabeom just looked at you for a while before sighing and stroking over his neck. With a smile he nodded. “ You’re not a slut, Y/N. You have every right to feel the way you feel. And thank you for being honest. None of this will change how I feel about the group or meeting up with everyone. I don’t hate you or want you to fail with someone else. Just be careful, ok?”, he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear the way he had done it endless times when the two of you had been out together. With a smile on his face, he buried his hands in his jeans pockets and made his way out of the kitchen, leaving you behind confused about how smoothly the conversation had been going.

Still standing leaned against the sink after a couple of minutes you took a deep breath, putting the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher before grabbing two beers out of the fridge and heading back out.

All of the others were gathered around the table for an intense round of Uno and as you stood next to Jungkook you handed over the beer, offering it to him. He simply raised his hand to refuse your offer without looking at you and left you standing without even properly acknowledging your presence.

With a frown you stood there for a second without understanding what had just happened and while you tried to process it all, you turned over to Jin talking to you, asking if he could have the beer if Jungkook didn’t want it.

With a smile on your face you nodded, handing it over to him although the entire situation still confused you and without having any idea of what was going on, you took a seat on the lounger a bit behind Jungkook, thinking that maybe he was just focused on the game.

“Are you okay?”, you asked quietly after a while as he turned more to talk to Yugyeom but as he looked over to you his face seemed more distant than you had ever seen it.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”, he asked with a straight face and trying to lighten up the mood a bit you chuckled. “I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking. Just making sure.” Jungkook took a closer look at your face for a second before he bent in closer to talk to Yugyeom again, leaving you sitting alone. The way he had silenced you without even saying a word this time was something he had never done before and something in your heart started hurting to an extent, you didn’t think possible.

Something was definitely off and although you couldn`t quite put your finger on what it was, something made you feel very uneasy about the situation, causing you to feel like your throat was closing up. There was a long period of you zoning out, not even noticing the others were there and while trying to put together everything that had happened, you couldn’t help but feel that uneasy feeling taking over so strongly, you felt like choking up in a room full of people.

Looking at Jungkook’s back for a long time, watching him play and laugh with the others, made you feel excluded and pushed off to the side. The fact that this had been the first time he had treated you coldly, you realized how much you depended on him. You always counted on him and for the first time it crossed your mind, that you had been the one taking him for granted.

The thought made your eyes burn and as you felt like the tears were about to come, you left the room to walk out to the kitchen, crossing the room fast to get to the balcony as fast as possible without anyone noticing how off you felt. Blinking the burning tears away, you leaned against the railing, trying to clear your thoughts, forcing yourself to not read into it too much.

For a second it crossed your mind, that Jungkook probably wasn’t even treating you that coldly, that maybe you were just over sensitive because the feeling of uncertainty made you feel on edge all the time. Although you hadn’t been sure how Jungkook felt, for some reason you had never felt like you were alone in all of it but the sudden feeling of being completely alone seemed so overwhelming, you weren’t sure if you could walk back inside.

“Hellooo?” The balcony door opened and a perfectly happy and slightly tipsy Jimin made his way out, smiling brightly. Nothing could ever keep you from returning his smile – Jimin’s smile was probably one of the most sincere ones you had ever seen.

“Hey, Jiminah.”, you smiled and he crinkled his nose, standing right next to you.

“So, I don’t want to be all in your business, but I came to see if you’re okay? I can leave if you want to be alone but I just wanted to make sure you’re not... you know...”, he left his sentence hanging in midair and just smiled at you understanding.

With a shrug you took a deep breath and looked back out over the city lights in front of you. You genuinely didn’t know how you felt. Ready to cry? To leave? To put all of this behind you and just focus on work again?

“Come on.” Jimin grabbed your shoulders carefully, guiding you over to the chairs off to the side and after sitting you down, he pulled in a chair right next to you. He leaned back, stretching out and for a while, both of you seemed to enjoy the silence of your words.

“Are you two fighting?”, he asked after a while, pulling the chair forward a bit and putting his legs up against the glass railing around the balcony.

Looking over at him, your face must’ve given it all away but you were so surprised by the fact that Jimin had even picked up on it, that you didn’t have time to sort out your reaction like you usually did with things involving Jungkook. His calm face made you wonder why you had thought he wouldn’t notice. Jimin was the most attentive one out of all of them, in fact, it could be annoying how accurate his senses and predictions were.

“I don’t know.”, you answered truthfully and played with the strings on your sweater, trying to keep your composure. It was one thing talking to Jimin about it but you really didn’t want to cry and make it obvious how much you really cared.

“Whatever is going on between the two of you at the moment, I’m sure that you can work it out, hm? You always do. It’ll be fine again, don’t worry Y/N.”, he smiled and patted your leg carefully, trying to comfort you.

Not being able to shake the thought that some things didn’t just randomly resolve themselves, you kept those thoughts to yourself and nodded with a forced smile.

Jimin pouted at the sight of you noticeably struggling, and put his hand on your back gently.

“Maybe the two of you just need to stop thinking so much and just... you know?”, he mumbled a little vague and as you turned your head to look at him he smiled at you a little mischievous.

“I’m juuuust saying.”, he smirked. You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, because of course Jimin knew, he always did.

Sitting in silence for a little longer you let him comfort you with his hand on your back, rubbing it comforting for a while as the silence just seemed to calm you down slowly but surely.

“Did he talk to you about it?”, you simply asked after a while, breaking the silence the two of you had shared. Jimin nodded and smiled over. “Yea, he did.”

The way he said it implied that there had been a lot to talk about and feeling the lump in your throat close up again, you nodded as a response, unable to reply to that.

As a few more moments of silence passed, Jimin took his hand back, folding them in his lap.

“You know, the thing with Jae really messed him up. It really hurt him.”, he mumbled quietly, checking over his shoulder to make sure the balcony door was closed.

“I’m not judging, I know how all of this happened and heck, I even rooted for you and Jae in the beginning, none of this is your fault. I’m just letting you know... He’s been hurting and when the guy followed you to the kitchen earlier, you should’ve seen his face drop across the table. I think he’s genuinely scared you’re going to pick... Yea. It’s not my place to have this conversation but please just be careful, okay? I don’t have to tell you that Jungkook is a pure soul and his heart is right where it should be. I’d be sad if we had to piece it back together, you know?”

After Jimin had finished his speech you could only stare straight ahead at one of the skyscrapers while your eyes started welling up. Wiping the tears off your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater you stayed silent, knowing that he was right about what he said.

You knew Jungkook was hurt, you knew that you were the one who hurt him.

There had never been any bad intentions from your side. The situation had been unfortunate with how it had unfolded and you had done everything as best as you could. You did everything to protect him and ended up hurting him more.

“Don’t worry about it too much. I’m sure the two of you can figure this out somehow, okay? Chin up. When you come back inside later, we can kick them over playing charades, alright?”, Jimin smiled, wiping over your cheek a little rough but loving. Giving you time to think about it all, he got up and walked back inside, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Jimin was a true friend for giving you this info when he really didn’t have to, in fact maybe even promised Jungkook to never say a word. It just showed how much he cared about him and how badly he wanted to fix all of this.

So all you could do was sit outside, wondering if you had just blown your one and only shot with the only guy you had ever really wanted to be with.

The silence had been long and you couldn’t have guessed for how long you had been sitting outside when you gently heard the balcony door slide open.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Hearing his voice out of the blue, his formal tone, made you freeze up on the spot and you were only able to nod. Feeling stupid about sitting outside and crying in silence, you used your sweater sleeves again to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

Pushing the chair Jimin had sat on earlier a little closer to yours, Jungkook took a seat right next to you and after sitting there quietly for a couple of minutes, he eventually reached out, placing his hand on your thigh without saying a word.

Nothing about the way he was touching you was a common thing in your friendship and maybe you should’ve felt nervous and excited but it felt like pure comfort to you. Focusing on the way his thumb was stroking over your leg comforting you tried to calm down your breathing, enjoying not being alone with your feelings and thoughts anymore. Something about Jungkook calmed you down in a way no one else could.

“I’m sorry for being such an idiot earlier.”, he mumbled ruefully, his thumb slowly drawing circles over your leg. The way he said it without looking at you, made you realize how much he cared but ultimately, all it did was making you tear up again.

“I hope you know I never did any of this to hurt you...” The words didn’t even make it past your lips without causing you to choke up again. Clenching your jaw you felt embarrassed for crying in front of him like that. This had been the most emotional conversation the two of you had shared and although you had cried before, it had never been like this and for this reason.

Wiping your cheeks again, a little angry this time, you could feel him placing his hand around your wrist, pulling it down gently.

Admitting to the fact that you had hurt him was like admitting to having feelings for him and once the realization had hit you, the friendship seemed to be hanging on a very thin tread, making your guts twist in a way that made you feel more anxious than ever.

“I know you didn’t...”

The way he looked at you from the side made you so sad, you couldn’t even get yourself to look back at him because of the guilt you were feeling.

“Hey, please look at me.”, he mumbled, turning to face you more, lifting his hand to gently wipe the tears off your chin that had gathered. Something about his soft gesture made it feel like you didn’t deserve him to be nice to you. It almost felt like you didn’t deserve him at all and with a bitter taste in your mouth you tilted your head up, looking to the sky to try and stop crying in front of him.

Jungkook sat next to you in silence and gave you the time you needed to collect yourself. As you turned your head to look over at him, his expression seemed a little heartbroken as he saw you in tears like that.

With a boyish little smile on his face, he wiped a stray tear off your neck. “Hi.”, he mumbled.

Just as you thought you had your tears under control, that little smile of his gave you the rest. The fact that this guy would never be mad at you no matter how much you hurt him, how his eyes scanned over every feature of your face in amazement – all of these things made you feel even weaker for him and feeling like you couldn’t control the tears coming this time, you turned your head away completely as the tears started rolling again.

All of the tension and the stress over the past few months seemed to boil up inside your chest, all of the exhaustion of having to fake a friendship with someone you wanted to be so much more than just a friends with. Him constantly occupying your thoughts, trying to read between the lines, figuring out if he felt the same way...

It had been so exhausting, and finally admitting to it felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

“Y/N...”, he said a little worried, putting a hand around your back hesitantly and as he could feel your slight shaking from the tears, he took a deep breath.

“Come here...”, he mumbled quietly, gently pulling on your arm. Without resisting the slightest bit, you got up, letting him pull you sideways onto his lap. There was no space for thinking about any of this because all you could feel at that moment, was the feeling of him wrapping his arms around you so tightly, that you felt fully embraced in his hug. He pulled you in, letting you lean against his chest as both of his arms wrapped around you and as you turned your head to the side, you rested it at the crock of his neck, feeling the hot tears drop off your cheeks onto his skin.

Although you didn’t feel like crying anymore, you let the tears roll onto his neck and shirt, letting out everything that you had been holding in for the longest time. All you wanted was to feel comforted and Jungkook was the only one to give you that feeling of being at home.

Running his hands over your back comforting, he didn’t complain about you sitting on his lap once, although the two of you seemed to be sitting there for an eternity.

“I’m not going anywhere, you hear me? No need to cry, nae sarang.”, he mumbled quietly and just as those words started unfolding in your brain, you bent back a little bit to be able to see his face. You weren’t entirely sure if you had heard it correctly and as he raised his hands to wipe over your cheeks carefully, the smile on his face led you to believe that he did say it out loud.

Sitting there, looking at him you realized that this had been the closest the two of you had ever been, not only physically. Lifting your hand hesitantly, you brushed a loose strand of hair aside, that was falling into his eyes, tracing your fingertips over his temple softly.

Jungkook’s smile seemed to fade, his expression suddenly becoming more serious as he as well noticed the close proximity between the two of you.

Watching him carefully, you could see his cheeks turning pink once the realization had set in and with a nervous look on his face, he lifted his hand to brush his thumb over your jaw gently. The nervous look on his face made you smile a little bit.

Jungkook felt his body tensing up, like heat was rushing through his entire body and he was praying his cheeks weren’t as red and hot as he feared them to be.

Something about you made him loose his composure and although he would consider himself a straight forward kind of guy, for some reason it didn’t seem to work when it involved you.

A sudden fear of being way too bold, made him pull back his hand almost in shock, realizing how much he had been risking doing what he had been wanting to do.

The sudden fear of losing you for being so close was so overwhelming it made him want to step back and give you space so you wouldn’t feel like he was forcing himself on you.

Little did he know, that he was exactly what you wanted. From the top of his hair that looked so soft and fluffy if he didn’t style them, to the way he scrunched up his nose when you called him out for being cute. The way he was rocking his foot when he was nervous, the way he closed his eyes sometimes while humming in the car – all of these things were what you wanted.

Jungkook’s ears turned bright red as he saw the expression on your face. There was no way you weren’t sharing his exact thoughts, longing to be closer.

He had seen your expression countless of times but never ever had you looked at him in that way. Like you wanted him to be there, like you wanted him to come closer.

Feeling a nervous shiver run down the back of his spine, he chuckled embarrassed, tilting his head to the side in order to not have to withstand the expecting look on your face. Seeing him so shy and reserved all of a sudden made you tingle all over and the feeling of a tensing stomach made you not want to take your eyes off of him so the feeling could last forever.

After a few moments had passed without any actions from either of you, you got up, not wanting to sit on his legs for too long because it must’ve been heavy. Just as you tried to wipe under your eyes to make sure there was no smudged make up, Jungkook felt absolute panic. He immediately stood up, looking at you to make sure he hadn’t missed it – the perfect moment.

He was scared he had been too shy, too indecisive and you didn’t feel like waiting. What if you had gotten up not even wanting him close? Was he wrong for feeling how he felt? After looking up at his almost frantic expression, you had to chuckle. You couldn’t believe that this guy was really assuming you’d be walking away after everything that had just happened and with a smile on your lips, you brushed another strand of hair out of his forehead, gently brushing over his soft skin.

Jungkook seemed to take a deep breath to relax, straightening out his shoulders and for a brief moment you could see the determination in his eyes as if he was willing to give himself a push.

You could see him leaning in gently and just as you were about to close your eyes, you could hear the balcony door smash open so loudly, forcing you to twitch together and step back.

“Sorry for interrupting, but you’re both missing three drunk people who lost a bet and have to dive into the pool half naked.”

BamBam had grabbed Jungkook’s shoulders, pushing him towards the door to drag him inside and as he was pushed, Jungkook looked over his shoulder to you, the regret of everything that had happened plastered all over his face.

Judging from the shock you felt in your bones, your face must’ve looked quite similar.

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MLQC Boys and First Kisses with their S/o

So sorry this is just now getting put up! It took me 3 weeks just to write something for Kiro...3 WEEKS. I changed the scenario like 30 times! Pls forgive the lateness! As always I apologize for any typos.

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Kiro

Kiro needed help practicing for an cameo in an upcoming drama.

Being a part of plays back in high school prepared you for this very moment!

You were more than willing to help, but what you didn’t know was that there was a kiss scene involved.

Kiro assured you that there would be no kissing involved to ease your mind, but MAMA DIDN’T RAISE NO QUITTER.

Its not like kissing the worlds hottest super star was a big deal nor did you dream of this moment since the first time you laid eyes on him.

You were a little too eager to do this much to Kiro’s amusement.

“Okay! It’ll be a quick one. Nice and easy!”

Practicing went off without a hitch! You were in awe with how quickly Kiro got into character as if this was second nature to him.

When it was time to follow through with the kiss, you hesitated for a moment and sucked in a sharp breath.

Noticing this Kiro took your hand in his and smiled. You smiled back feeling your nervousness melt away at the sight of his bright smile. His positive energy could calm even the most savage beast.

He leaned in just enough to brush his lips against yours.

You were sure that was all there was to it, but you weren’t satisfied in the least.

You were here to help Kiro after all and what kind of best friend would you be if you half-assed this?! You’d be kicking yourself for missing this chance!

Without anymore hesitation you moved forward, pressing your lips firmly against his.

His lips were soft which you honestly expected.

The “kiss” lasts a second longer than it should have, not that you were complaining.

If you had to be honest, you wanted more....

And apparently Kiro was thinking the same thing by the look he was giving you as he pulled away.

You’d never seen Kiro look so focused, determined even.

“I wasn’t at a very good angle. Mind if we try again?”

BOY SAY LESS! MY LIPS ARE YOURS!

You could only nod before he closed the distance between the two of you.

And thus began your heated make out session.

Who taught this beautiful ray of sunshine how to kiss?!

LIKE DAMN!

His kissing game is strong as hell!!

He tasted like the barbecue chips he had during your twentieth snack break.

The way his tongue slid into your mouth with ease has you feeling weak.

This was not what you expected at all. You expected a few shy kisses and some giggling on both sides, but you were shook!

“This was supposed to be quick.” You managed to say through breathless pants.

He smirked at you and...did...did he just lick his lips?!

“Whoops... How about we do one more? I want to get it right.”

He totally planned this from the get go.

Gavin

You were enjoying a nice nighttime stroll with Gavin in the park.

His hands were intertwined with yours which the two of you agreed was just to prevent your hands from getting cold from the nonexistent cold air.

Yup...just two friends enjoying each other’s company hand in hand. Nothing wrong with that.

“You’re always so calm. Has anything ever caught you off guard?” You asked absentmindedly, your voice cutting through the comfortable silence.

Gavin pondered for a moment.

“I don’t think so. I’m used to being aware of my surroundings at all times.”

You refused to believe that.

Gavin may act like no one can get the drop on him, but there had to be something that could at least surprise him!

A brilliant idea formed in your mind and you quickly glanced in his direction to make sure he wasn’t looking at you.

You leaned up with the intention of giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. It was supposed to be a harmless kiss between friends but your moment caused Gavin to turn and face you.

Your lips instantly collided with his and as quickly as your lips joined with his, they quickly separated.

You jumped back a few inches looking like a blushing fool.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen! I-I was just...” How do you explain this?!

You were almost too afraid to look at Gavin for fear of the expression on his face and when you finally gained the courage you saw his cheeks were tinted in a dark shade of red.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. He repeats the gesture three more times before stopping.

His brain has stopped working! You broke Gavin!

“G-Gav-” You began but he quickly interrupted you.

“We should do that again! I mean...I want to do stuff like that more...with you. Only if you want to! I...Damn it....” Poor baby is a mess!

Gavin was never the type to express himself easily and by the looks of it, things get worse when he’s flustered. Its a adorable!

Swallowing the last bit of bashfulness you took matters into your own hands and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I wouldn’t mind trying that again.”

You have no idea how happy you just made him!

Once you give Gavin the okay he’ll wrap his arms around your waist, pull you in close and with all the confidence in the world give you the most passionate kiss you’ve ever received in your life.

Let me tell you about Gavin’s kisses....BIRD COP KNOWS WHAT THE HELL HE’S DOING!

His kisses go from light pecks to full on tongue action in seconds! He’ll claim he’s not experienced with stuff like that afterwards but that’s a damn lie!

That blushing mess of a man you saw just moments ago was a completely different person.

All that pent up love and affection he’s been dreaming of giving you was unleashed in that one kiss.

Five minutes pass and he’s peppering kisses all over your face. All you can do is laugh and squirm against his attacks.

Your man has been in love with you since highschool, so let him shower you with all the love can muster. Now he can finally love on you the way he’s always wanted to!

Victor

Your relationship with Victor was hard to explain.

You weren’t dating, but you weren’t exactly on boss/employee terms either.

You still had your humorous banters which normally ended with him calling you a “dummy” with a small smile and you huffing in annoyance. But things have certainly changed.

He’d take you out to dinner (or cook for you).

He would buy you nice things while you would make him gifts that wouldn’t be his usual taste.

BUT rest assured because anything you make is either front and center on his desk for all to see or kept in his home.

And you may have slept at his place a few times. You slept in the guest room! Our CEO is a complete gentlemen!

There was also the lingering touches the two of you shared. Sometimes his hand would be pressed against the small of your back or you’d lightly brush your arm against his.

You couldn’t deny you had feelings for Victor, but you weren’t sure if that was something he’d be interested in pursuing.

What if you read too much into the signals? What if you wanted something out of nothing? It wasn’t like he was open about his feelings....

The two of you had just finished your outing and had arrived in front of your apartment building.

You were about to exit his car when something compelled you to get what was weighing on you off of your chest.

You turned to the man with determination in your eyes.

“Victor, I don’t know what this is, but I like it. I like you. A lot. Even though you get on my nerves and I may have strangled you a few times in my head; you make happy. Being around you makes me happy... If you’re not interested we can pretend I never said anything. I just...I really wanted you to know.”

After the last bit of words left your lips you closed your eyes, not wanting to see the look on his face.

“Not interested...” You heard him repeat your words with a chuckle.

You shivered a little when you felt the softness of his fingers as they brushed against your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes to see that he was looking at you with a slightly amused expression.

“Dummy...”

Dummy? DUMMY?! You struggled to pour your heart to this man and that was all he had to say?!

You didn’t get a chance to say anything before he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours.

This was not how you imagined things would go! You half expected the man to laugh at your feeble attempt at a confession and threaten to stop funding your company all together.

Once you got over the shock of what was happening, you leaned in closer taking in the feel of his lips against yours.

Its no surprise that Victor takes good care of himself even down to his lips. So when you feel how soft they were, you practically melt.

Victor Li is not a novice in the art of kissing and his experience is evident in the way his lips move so perfectly with yours.

It was sweet and loving which was something you would never expect from Victor. You’re used to his demanding and overbearing nature, but this was a side of Victor that completely caught you off guard.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, Victor spoke as he gave you his infamous hard stare.

“I think I’ve done more than enough to show that I’m interested and if you can’t see that by now then you really are hopeless.”

Lucien

You and Lucien have been dating for almost two months and things have been going great.

He was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for. Indulging you on your poor eating habits by buying you takeout, helping you with work, and most importantly just being there when you needed him.

You were happy and wouldn’t change anything.

There was only one problem.

The two of you have yet to kiss.

To be more specific, your lips have never touched his. All you’ve received were a few forehead kisses and the occasional kiss on the check. He only did that when he wanted to get a rise out of you which almost always worked.

You weren’t trying to rush the relationship, but you couldn’t have been the only one wanting just a little more. A quick peck on the lips or...SOMETHING.

You not so casually brought it up after he did it when the two of you were parting ways after date night.

“Why is it always my forehead?” You tried to hide the annoyance in your voice, but failed miserably.

“Would you prefer your nose?” Seeing your frown at his response Lucien chuckled softly.

Tipping your chin up with a finger, Lucien leaned in closely.

“Because all I want to do is devour you.”

He stared at you for moment as if contemplating something. You never knew what was going on in that mans head and it frustrated you to no end.

You parted your lips slightly to let out a nervous breath and just like that his lips was on yours.

The kiss was filled with what felt like pent up emotions that were ready to burst.

What you didn’t realize was that Lucien was holding back because he knew once he started he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop. Not that you would have minded.

Lucien was the type of person to always have his guard up. He was good at locking his emotions away from the rest of the world in order to accomplish his goals. Being with you has challenged his resolve. For the better or for the worse, he wasn’t sure.

He was so used to suppressing his feelings that the second his lips touched your’s everything he’s ever felt broke through.

And let me tell you....that man was staaaaarving for you! Two months of waiting and wanting was almost too much to handle.

He had you against the door leading into your apartment with no signs of separating from your heated kiss.

You gladly let him slip his tongue pass your lips which gave you the chance to lightly suck on it. That almost sends Lucien over the edge. You wouldn’t have guessed, but it took everything he had not to take things further. He didn’t want to be greedy, but you were making it so hard.

When you finally pulled away panting softly trying to catch your breath, you noticed Lucien looked down at you, his violet eyes clouded with something you couldn’t quite figure out.

“You have no idea what you’ve started, silly girl...”

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kylorenfanfic · 5 years

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Long Away - chapter 5

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Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 1.8k words Note: sorry for any typos, grammar mistakes, etc. Hope y’all enjoy it. Remember reading the ending note :)

You and Kylo Ren stared at each other for a while. You had some short of surprised look on your face, he had a serious look, but his eyes were soft, so were yours. It was like you both were mean to be there in that exact same moment, nothing else mattered for you, only that moment of pure connection. Then it hit you, you were there in the middle of the First Order cruiser, wearing pajamas, staring at the Supreme Leader.

“I- ” you started but you didn’t know what to say, maybe say sorry?

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice was soft. It was when you recovered yourself.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Sir. I was just-“

“Just what? Going for a walk in the middle of the night?” he took a step closer “no… you felt it.”

“It was almost impossible to not attend the calling,” you declared.

“I know. I am here because of it too.”

“What is this?” you looked so confused

“We were supposed to meet,” he said

“Why?”

“The Force wanted us to.” Then, it hit you, he was feeling the Force in you, you were no longer hiding anymore, he couldn’t make questions about it.

“The Force?” you asked with an incredulous look. “Is this real?”

“I feel it in you. You sense it, don’t you? The feeling.” You had to pretend now on, he had figured out your force sensitiveness and he had to keep thinking you didn’t know about it.

“Yes.”

“You are not alone.” He took another step closer. “I can help you.”

“How?” you actually had a worried look on your face, you felt like a young padawan all over again.

“I can teach you, train you. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes” you recalled your words from earlier. “Why do you want to help me, we barely know each other”

“Because I don’t want another person being lost and alone inside the Force just like I was once.”

“How you found your way?”

“It was showed to me, just like I want to do for you.”

“It is late” you declared, turning you sight to another direction “I should go back to sleep”

“Meet me tomorrow at the training center. I will send a note with the time by the morning” you nodded and turned away.

You didn’t think about anything on your way back to your room, but once the door closed behind you, you took a deep sigh and asked yourself why did the Force wanted to connect both of you.

You were in the training center at the time that was in the message sent to you. There were no one in there. You wore legging pants, a skinny t-shirt and lace boots, while your hair was on a messy ponytail; you were comfortable enough for some exercises.

“Hello?” you called out loud waiting for some answer. All you heard was the echo of your own voice. You waited for a bit and decided to leave, you were walking towards the door when it opened with a loud noise and four troopers came in. You got your staff with you and used it to hit the lasers that came from the troopers’ blasters while getting closer to one by one and putting them down. You were almost done with the fourth one when a fifth showed up and you put your knees down to give you movement to your staff hit him on the legs so they would fall, in that movement the messy ponytail dissolved by letting your hair loose, a little bit on your face and you were breathless. You had not even stood up when Kylo Ren walked in the room.

“Was this bullshit part of the training?’’ you asked standing up with an angry tone.

“I thought you could handle them easily since you’re a bounty hunter. You were supposed to fight well.”

“I do.” You looked around in the intention to show the men down.

“You can do better.” He removed his black tunic and let it down on the floor. He was so extravagant. He got his lightsaber on his hand and turned it on, the red light of the saber brightening his face, it transmitted anger, so unlike your own saber – it was calm. Kylo walked towards you and you didn’t know what he was going to do, but you surely felt when he tried to attack you and you used your staff to protect your body from being hit by his saber. He was attacking you and you were fighting back with your staff, it was a lot harder to hit him than it was to hit the Stormtroopers. The red lightsaber went in the direction of you face and you skived it by putting your head back, you could feel its heat so close, for so close it didn’t hit you. In that moment, you tried to hit him with your staff again and it worked until you tried again and with the saber he cut your staff in two, both pieces falling on the floor.

“You jerk! My staff!” you complained with anger. He didn’t stop and now you had no weapon. You could use the Force to bring one of the fallen blasters of the Stormtroopers, but that would show him you knew how to control the Force somehow, so you ran and got it on the floor and shoot him. The laser hit his saber and he was dodging your shoots with it as closer he would get and with that he had won the fight.

His lightsaber was pointing at you, you were looking at it and then at him, his eyes were crave on you. Your hair was a mess, falling over your face and shoulders, breathing fast trying to recover the air. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression was totally blank and you wish you could know what was going on inside his head. He turned the lightsaber off.

“You own me a new staff” you declared.

“Sit” he said and you obey “close your eyes” he were standing up, while you were sitting on the floor with your eyes closed, you could hear him walking around you.

“Do you feel anger?” he asked and you knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to make you get to the Dark Side.

“Yes” you declared, it was a lie, you weren’t thinking about it, you were thinking about anything else.

“What else?”

“I don’t know”

“Feel it.” He pushed.

“Aren’t you mad at someone who hurt you? Aren’t you looking for revenge? Didn’t you go through something shitty that made your life get to the way it is? Or do you think that if you had company and loving ones would you be here where you are right now?” you started to think about it and you tried harder to let it go. “The light is strong in you” he felt, “but I also feel the darkness wanting to grow.”

You took a deep breath.

“What do you see?”

“Nothing.”

“You aren’t trying” he said a bit louder, annoyed.

“Dantooine” you declared. You remembered being in the old temple, alone, during night. Your first night there you were terrified, scared if Ben Solo, now Kylo Ren would find you, kill you. The memory of Hylia being killed. You always felt alone, ever since you lost your parents, the only time you felt good were in your days as a padawan. The man next to you were responsible for ruining it. Dantooine was a warm planet, but sometimes the nights could get really cold, and the silence… oh the silence was the worst part, it was like you were alone in the whole galaxy. You felt fear. What if after all of that happening, you would just go back to Dantooine to hide? Die there? No. You weren’t, you had meet people, good people in the Resistance, they wouldn’t let you alone, would they? Honestly, you spend a short period with them, they probably forgot about you already. Maybe Poe would still remember you, maybe because of the information you were supposed to get. You remembered Rey, how strong she was, but she wasn’t much clever in your point of view, she wanted to become a jedi, oh if only she knew… The jedis, that stupid order, they were supposed to bring peace to the galaxy and-

Your thoughts were cut off by the voice of Kylo speaking.

“You are feeling it, aren’t you?” and he was right, you were feeling it and by hearing his voice you went back on thinking about how he destroyed your good life. Your heartbeat grew faster.

“Release the anger” you started to breath faster, you heard him next to you, he was the one to blame about all that, and now you were allowing yourself to hear him? How could you do that to yourself? What a stupid idea it was to be here and try to do whatever it was inside the First Order. You hated Kylo Ren. You hated all of that, you hate these stupid politics, the people, the planets, the whole goddamn galaxy, everything, everyone. Your heart could explode by now.

“Anger, fear, loneliness” he knew what you were feeling. The rage was unbearable, you had no idea how much of it was inside of you. “You weak” he said at least and you opened your eyes. You couldn’t tell but your eyes were burning with rage and you looked at him. How did he dare? You exploded and went on his direction with your bare hands, trying to punch him, he was surprised, he wasn’t expecting it. All you wanted to do was to kill him, to avenge all you have lost. His hands were dodging your punches, he wasn’t fighting back, just defending himself. You tried to take him down by using your leg to reach his, but he jumped right on time, at that moment he tried to hit your back but you dodged it, feeling a new strength, and your arm hit his neck, he tripped over to the side, and your foot reached his chest, he tripped again. Once more you were trying to hit his face with your fists and when you saw the opportunity your left hand went in the direction of his nose. His large hand got your fist right in front of his nose. He was looking at you, was that proud on his eyes? You were breathless and it was in that situation that you realized what you were doing. You attacked the Supreme Leader.

“I-“ you started. He let go of your hand.

“Good job” he said and turned his back to you, walking towards the door. “I will let you know when the next training is going to happen,” before leaving, he stopped and said “And next time you better have a better attitude, I won’t tolerate your explosions any longer” and he walked out letting you there, staring at the empty room, now thoughtless. A/N: HI! Thanks for reading!!! If you want to know when the next chapters come out, just ask me to be add on the taglist :)) I looove feedback, so please, share, comment, like, whatever, that keeps me writing, it gives me a lot of motivation. Thank you so much once again. Lots of love and see you in the next chapter, hehe, things are getting better and better, I promise.

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thenugking · 4 years

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Grand Academy For Future Villains II: Attack of the Sequel, Chapter 5: Bride of Chapter Five. A commentary for Three.

General CW for the whole thing: parental abuse, internalised dehumanisation as a trauma response. Three’s not doing well.

No specific warnings for this chapter except for a typo my friends have been teasing me about for weeks.

Game 1

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Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Alternatively, read on Google Docs here

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"Well obviously," says Professor Ulik, faintly irritated. "I thought you were a bit cleverer than that,Three, I really did. Yes, but specifically I need you to make sure that one of my classes is on the auditor's schedule. You may use whatever methods you please to get it there. The less I know, the better."

Her message communicated, Professor Ulik returns to her papers. You begin to consider your situation. This would be an unparalleled opportunity to ensure Professor Ulik's selection for a tenured position and what else are you here for, anyway?

But how to get an audience with the newly-arrived auditor?

#Val's on the Board of Visitors and Overlords. I'm going to consult zir about this situation.

This isn’t particularly helpful to Three’s intention to stay as far away from the auditors as possible. Their first plan is still to ask DarkBoard if they’re able to alter Goul’s schedule, but when DarkBoard gives a foreboding speech about how they shouldn’t meddle in forces far beyond their control, (Three is pretty sure DarkBoard’s scared of the auditors but don’t want to admit it,) they realise they’re going to have to talk to these people. This hopefully won’t be overly dangerous, after all, they are excellent at being helpful to important people, and tend to be good at quickly working out the level of grovelling important people prefer, so they’re unlikely to annoy the auditors. The danger that comes with just being around important, powerful people is inevitable, but they hope they can avoid the worst by appearing as a mere supporting character in Ulik’s narrative, unnoticeable to the auditors underneath all her achievements.

The best place to start with this is Val. Scorpius told Three ze was on the Board of Overseers and, while Three has been trying to interact with Val as little as possible, ze’s at least someone they’re able to get an audience with. And--despite a slight annoyance about Scorpius spilling zir secrets--Val apparently either likes them enough, or thinks they’re plot relevant enough, to help.

Ze is, however, going to point out that meeting with the Auditors isn’t the kind of thing people with no narrative weight do. It doesn’t matter what reason Three gives--do they think there isn’t a story in an underdog brave enough to put themself in the firing line of powerful villains they’re frightened of, just out of loyalty to their wise and supportive mentor? And Val has a feeling this isn’t the first time Three’s done this. Three informs them that they are not a hero, or an underdog, or special in any way whatsoever. Val tells them that ze knows better than most how Narrative Weight isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, so ze’s really, genuinely sorry to say this, but that’s not true, Three. Three decides they’d better get over to that meeting before they’re late, so doesn’t have time to listen to Val try and tell them they’re more than just a tool.

The minutes Val showed you indicated that a team of no less than three auditors would be arriving from the Board of Visitors and Overlords. And you're fairly certain you know who this one is.

The falling pieces of the dome leave trails of fire in the air all around you. The air of the artificial atmosphere is rushing upward; the weather programs that the dome once produced are sputtering fitfully. Fish, frogs, bolts of lightning, hailstones and drops of blood tumble at random from the shattering sky.

"Lord X!" you call, as the figure lightly touches down to the earth. "Welcome to the Grand Academy for Future Villains!"

The figure turns towards you, and you see that the upper half of his face is concealed by a black mask like a frozen lava flow. His clothes are rich and close-fitting, his black shirt with silver buttons reaching to the neck, his hands concealed by silver gloves, and a belt around his waist supports a really alarming arsenal of weapons. You spot what looks like an oversized silver revolver, a long sword, a short sword, and a gun that looks strangely familiar. There's also a trowel tucked into a beautifully tooled black leather sheath; there's probably some explanation for this besides being for some sort of demonic gardener.

"Well done…student," says Lord X.

Val, watching from under the shelter of a black umbrella, gives the slightest of nods to the auditor.

Again, not something Three would have done if Ulik hadn’t wanted them to talk to the auditors, they’d much rather be running to hide right now, or else checking the sudden environmental changes of the world falling apart aren’t adversely affecting DarkBoard. But they do like important people being impressed with them.

As if it overheard your unspoken question—which you suppose it did—the nearest DarkBoard portal begins scrolling through something you recognize as the fine print of your application paperwork. You look at the scrolling text:

…WITHOUT REFUND. THE APPLICANT CONSENTS TO MANDATORY BINDING ARBITRATION IN THE CASE OF ACCIDENTAL OR PURPOSEFUL DISMEMBERMENT, IMPERFECT RESURRECTION, AND OTHER PHYSICAL OR PSYCHIC MODIFICATION UNDERTAKEN VOLUNTARILY OR INVOLUNTARILY IN THE COURSE OF ACADEMIC DUTIES. THE APPLICANT CONSENTS TO THE ACADEMY'S USE OF THEIR IMAGE, DNA, BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS, INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, OFFSPRING IF ANY, WITH OR WITHOUT PRIOR WRITTEN NOTIFICATION. SURVEILLANCE DEVICES MAY BE INSTALLED IN PHYSICAL AND INTELLECTUAL LOCATIONS THROUGHOUT THE ACADEMY INCLUDING BEDROOMS, HEARTS, DREAMS, AND NARRATIVES. THE ACADEMY RESERVES THE RIGHT…

Okay, okay.

It may not be immediately relevant to the current scene, but I think it’s worth noting that students “consent” to the Academy’s use of their offspring. Being the child of an alumnus, Three was a little concerned, if resigned, about that when reading their own application paperwork. Those feelings haven’t completely gone away, but they also realise this could be an excellent excuse if Maedryn ever discovers their loyalty to DarkBoard. She herself signed them away to the Academy before they even existed, and if necessary, Three will remind her that neither of them can complain if DarkBoard wishes to collect on that.

Three has never wanted children themself, but the Academy’s application paperwork just makes them more sure of that.

#Come observe Professor Ulik’s class.

You've kept your bargain with Professor Ulik. Whatever the auditor says, the fact that you faced one of the most powerful beings on the Academy grounds has to count for something.

It's a simple request—so simple the auditor seems taken by surprise. You hold your breath, waiting for an answer. "Of course," says the auditor. "Next week. Of course, we make no promises as to the nature of our judgment. Only of its inevitability."

"Fifteen seconds," pipes the assistant.

Variyah Goul stands up. She does not offer you her hand. "Your career, of course, will be of interest to us, whatever becomes of the school."

"Ten."

"If at the end of the year we find you an individual of sufficient narrative weight…there are certain provisions made for individuals who are fit for a great destiny. I am impressed by hedonism and competence, and the portfolio of destinies I manage are those of grandeur and glory."

"And zero." The assistant escorts you out of the room.

That went… surprisingly well. Three’s alive. They’ve at least slightly impressed two auditors. Goul’s agreed to observe Ulik’s class. Three wasn’t given time to have to pretend to be interested in a destiny.

They are growing increasingly concerned that the Academy’s accreditation may not, in fact, be renewed, but all they have to do is show that a place with teachers as good as Professor Ulik is worthwhile, make sure Maedryn isn’t too stressed by her various responsibilities that the clones stop working, help Sona keep Sci-Fi looking respectable and genre savvy, and do whatever DarkBoard requests to help the Academy run smoothly.

((Side note: I did originally accidentally replace a bit too much of the “insert your professor here” text with “professor ulik” when I originally typed this up, with the result that Three very unfortunately invited one of the most powerful villains in the universe to come observe Professor Ulik’s ass. They don’t want to talk about it.))

The senior students that approach you after your Evil Planning class are well known to you. They're a group of Thriller and Science Fiction students that even in these polarized times of inter-genre competition, have remained friends and close collaborators.

"Three!" one of them calls to you. "Do you have a second? We want you to try this!"

This is rarely the prelude to something good, but often the prelude to something interesting. You pause.

"This is our capstone project for our Cyberpunk Dystopia class," explains another, proffering his personal DarkBoard portal, its screen glowing. "A dating app for the Academy! We need beta testers! And, well, a lot of people have been requesting you."

"It's right here in the early feedback," confirms the third. "Let's see…'If it doesn't have Three I'm not joining'…'Where's Three I mean the real one not the clone'…'Please add an option to romance Three.'"

You look warily at the colorful images on the DarkBoard portal. What's so dystopian about a dating app?

"Well, it's powered by DarkBoard, for one thing," says the first student, "so it can be kind of unpredictable. And wildly intrusive. But the administration is interested in monitoring the personal lives of its students."

"Personally I think DarkBoard's getting a bit lonely," adds the second, behind his hand, as if that could conceal his comment from the security system.

I mean, there might be a couple of students wanting to find out what’s underneath Three’s aloof emotionless exterior, but I really doubt there’s anyone specifically asking for them. In any case, they have far more important things to do than trying to find another relationship at the moment, and even if they wanted one, they wouldn’t be looking for it on an intrusive dating app made by a bunch of students they have no reason to trust.

But, well, they don’t exactly completely object to submitting information about certain preferences they may have to a system powered by DarkBoard. It’s a villainous action to sign up to a dating site and then ruthlessly reject every classmate who appears on there, isn’t it?

Besides the grinning face of Science Fiction's figurehead, a long list of diagrams and spec charts appears. Sona, or DarkBoard on Sona's behalf, is listing out all her weapons and modifications. You're fascinated—there are some extraordinarily personal items here. You would never have guessed about the navel turret, for instance.

All right, getting lists of people’s hidden abilities is also a very useful feature of this app. Three just hopes their own profile isn’t going to start listing out the dozens of weapons they have hidden on their person at all times.

The portal clouds over again, but this time, when it clears, no face is visible at all. Slowly words form on the portal's surface.

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT THE WORLD LOOKS LIKE WHEN SEEN THROUGH A THOUSAND EYES?

"Uh-oh." One of the Cyberpunk Dystopia students tries to snatch the portal out of your hands. "It's doing it again. Close! Close! Administrator override!"

SHED YOUR FLESH, continues DarkBoard, AND JOIN US IN THE TIMELESS VOID BETWEEN ELECTRONS.

"Yeah, this is a known issue," explains the leader. "Every so often DarkBoard will decide that it wants to get in on some of the action. Sorry about that."

He hands you back your portal, now quiet and docile. Is that Xi's lingering influence? Does something about DarkBoard remember you as an object of romance?

"You know where to find us! Thanks for trying it out!"

And they're gone.

Well, even if Three’s list of concealed weapons are on view to everyone on the dating app now, the student trying to snatch the portal away from Three is not prepared for a kick in the groin and a gun pointed at him before he has a chance to react, as Three calmly explains that they want to be aware of all known issues before deciding whether to continue using the app or not. After taking a few moments to closely examine this one, they tell the cyberpunk students that they can live with it. They spend a fair amount of their free time (limited though that is) on the app over the next few months, while making sure to reject every student profile they find.

The app does cause another slight issue, however, given that the rejection messages it sends are calibrated to, “cause greatest emotional impact to the target!” Three and Aurion awkwardly avoid each other for the next few weeks, after they each receive a horrifying rejection message about how the other loves them far too much like a sibling, and is so grateful for the bond they already have.

And then this final scene doesn’t actually take place, because Three doesn’t have a nemesis or a pet, so doesn’t need help dealing with them, but:

Professor Ulik thinks so highly of you that she leaves the class that she was in the middle of teaching to rush to the ${temphousing}.

I love Three’s new mum a lot.

#three #marsh ocs #grand academy for future villains #choice of games #sara ulik #valorous flame #darkboard #aurion umbrator malisar #Particular Associates in Personal Intimate Experiences

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saltoftheao3 · 6 years

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[1/6 (Sorry!)] Lately I've seen posts in the vein of "Don't leave unsolicited concrit that's just called being an asshole" and that culture is a bit puzzling to me. Personally, I write long comments. Rarely under 100 words, usually 400-1500 (I hit the AO3 character limit all the time), almost always after re-reading the work (I read a lot on my phone but re-access the fics on my laptop for comments). I talk about my reaction to the story, gush about the ship, quote fave parts, all that stuff.

[2/6] As a writer myself, I also pay a lot of attention to people’s style and the technical aspects, and this is what I sometimes give concrit-like opinions about. Not story choices or headcanons, not random typos or anything, but I might say “I had a bit of a hard time following who was saying which lines in this section” or “the changing tenses in this part threw me off the loop for a bit”. I try to frame those things as personal opinions and say it’s up to the author if they want to -

[3/6] heed the advice or not. I’m not advocating the “tough love” type of feedback, either. At 14 I was targeted by some random adult in dA who methodically ripped apart everything I uploaded for months. I responded politely but I was pretty upset by her constant barraging disguised as helpful advice. (I just went to see her profile and interestingly she hasn’t been active at all since I eventually blocked her) So I know that the concept of concrit absolutely can be abused and how that feels.

[4/6]But in the past months I’ve seen a lot of people say that even 1-2 slightly critical sentences in a 1000+ word comment invalidates all the positives and “just leaves a sour taste”. Obviously I can’t say what people do or don’t feel but…I was honestly surprised by this mindset. I always assumed that when I write “Let me hear your thoughts” on my notes, it means “tell me what’s good and what’s bad”. Now I feel a bit weird about the positive comments I have - are they holding something back?

[5/6] Thing is, what made me quit writing for 5 years was not crushing feedback, but deafening silence. If I could choose between someone honestly engaging with my work, including its shortcomings, and not saying anything at all, I will take the criticism any day. I feel that explicitly asking for concrit deters the keysmashers and the cute one-line commenters, so I haven’t done that (I already say I welcome pretty much all feedback in my profile, but it seems no one reads those in AO3).

[6/6] Of course feedback is subjective and readers have no way of knowing what the author was thinking. BUT, I’d like to think readers are intelligent humans whose subjective views CAN be helpful. This is not a simple issue, and I’ll probably be even more careful about commenting in the future, but I simply can’t agree with posts that pretend there is zero difference between tearing a story apart and mentioning one suggestion in an essay of praise. (Some PM system in AO3 would be great tho)

First of all, thank you for your very thoughtful and well-phrased ask, dear anon. I always fear that i don’t do that kind of ask justice but i’ll try my best, sorry for the time it has taken me.

There’s been very different arguments in this debate, (check #the great comment debate), and i think you’re far from the only one with this opinion.

I do too think that there’s a difference between “tearing a story apart and mentioning one suggestion in an essay of praise“, as you said it, and i think the kind of feedback you described yourself as giving would be well-received by a big majority of writers.

And as I mention here and there, i think that assuming friendly intent is crucial to internet interaction, that lacks so much of the intonations and cues we use to understand what someone means.

I also sometimes fear that this entire debate leads to readers chosing not to give feedback at all, rather than risking hurting sensibilities, and well … that’s really not the point. “[C]rushing feedback” or “deafening silence“? Both are toxing to fandoms, both kill the joy in creating, but i really think there’s a lot of room to navigate in between.

What i try to do is get writers to make it a habit of specifying in the author’s notes what kind of feedback you enjoy. It seems to me the only reliable way of producing statisfactory interaction for readers and writers, to make up for the huge variety of attitudes towards fandom and feedback. Some of you may remember i’ve suggested it as an AO3 feature a long while back, but in the meantime just an author’s note with “I love all kinds of comments, long, short, criticism or not” or “Comments make me happy, but please no bashing” could do wonder to clarify things for the readership.

Also, if this can reassure you, i really don’t think your readers were holding back when they said positive things, nonnie.

Personally, when i read fanfic i just… genuinely don’t pay attention to potential flaws and weaknesses? That’s not the way i engage with the material. When reading fanfic, i’m more likely to spot gorgeous sentences, funny bits and great worldbuilding, and to try and remember them so i can tell the writer.

The more awkward or dull parts just..don’t register much, i kinda gloss over them and don’t try to actively keep them in my mind. It’s completely different when i beta-read: there i pay attention to both what i really like and what i’m indifferent towards, i’m in a very different mindset.

I don’t think that “positivity bias” makes my comments less honest.

Pffffuh, this has turned into unstructured rambling, sorry for that (but also my browser has crashed three times so i’ll just put the blame on that). Hope you continue to delight writers with long, thoughtful reviews, those are SO nice to get

#ask #the great comment debate #constructive criticism #long post

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dork-in-a-trenchcoat · 5 years

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((Pulled from a very old relationship prompt because this was fun to do back in the day on Sev’s blog, so might as well do Casip because SOMEONE mentioned yesterday that she had been going back to re-read old Casip and I guess it’s about time to post something new.))

It bounces around a lot in timeline, but eeeehhhhhhh it’s fine. Only like 3 people don’t scroll past the Casip stuff anyway X’DDD There are probably typos.

Attack hugging them

Whether by nature of his patience, or by nature of his significant other’s impatience, Castiel was usually slow moving in comparison to greet his Mate after a long absence. His was the quiet embrace from behind. The hand gently tracing hair back from her face when she slept. Quite the opposite, and quite literally, this evening Flip had gotten the jump on him, leaping against his chest with all the grace of a stampeding linebacker down a staircase.

“If either of us were Human, we would need the emergency room after that.” he grunted, easing an elbow away from his Vessel’s groin.

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Falling asleep on or next to them

"I’m not tired.” Flip had protested.

“You are.” Castiel replied patiently.

They didn’t have many moments together. It seemed always that the Earth was on the brink of destruction, or the slumbering Humans of the world needed tending. Schedules being what they were, spare quality time was precious, though currently Flip was far too exhausted to indulge in it. Defeated, she curled into a ball on his chest, resting under the blanket of his massive (to her at least), warm hand. Castiel typically did not require sleep, but he was content to rest in a meditative state until such time that she would wake.

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Giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had

Though he’d repeatedly insisted that his muscles refreshed themselves constantly through use of his Grace, arguing with the Fairy was often a fruitless endeavor. Her stubbornness was deep and encompassing as the sea. With an overly dramatic eye roll, he finally shed his trenchcoat and jacket to sit backwards in a dining chair. Arms rested on the chair top, chin rested on arms. He could hear a faint jingling as she phased herself up and bespelled her hands for warmth.

Slowly, steady pressure worked its way across his upper back, across his shoulders, and along a tight section of muscles in the base of his wings. Completely involuntary, he groaned into his arms. He’d only ever seen the idea of massages as a means to an end for muscle therapy. They felt like this all along??? Why had it taken him so long to allow one? Her expert fingers worked and kneaded and molded him like warm putty, melting to jelly.

“Enjoying yourself?” Flip inquired rhetorically.

“Very much so~” Cas mumbled in hopes that this feeling could continue for quite a long time.

When she eased a soft vibration spell through her fingers, it was reasonably safe to assume that he was enjoying himself so thoroughly that in that moment she could have talked him into almost anything.

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Holding their hand for the first time

It had only been meant as a signal. Whilst posing as an unassuming pair in a coffee shop, Flip was brightly looking around as Castiel pretended to read a menu. When the necromancer revealed themselves in their habitual caffeine run, Castiel felt Flip’s cool fingers slide over his own under the table, gently squeezing to let him know the target had arrived. At first, he hadn’t recognized it as the signal. They were not yet involved as more than friends at this point, but it was familiar in a way which didn’t make sense, and comforting in a way it should not be.

“Thank you for the assist.” Cas had whispered awkwardly.

“Less bad Dreams triggered by that goon means less work for me, so trust me when I say it’s not a problem.” Flip whispered back.

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Hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Cas struggled to explain.

“Then you shouldn’t have said it that way.” Flip quipped, angrily picking up the broken shards from the angelic liquor bottle she’d trod upon and crushed. “If you have to be drunk off your ass to tolerate spending the night, then why the hell are you even here?”

His head spun frantically, both from the alcohol and from panic. He hadn’t expected her to arrive back so soon. Everything was meant to be cleaned up and then he could just remain in a slightly tipsy stupor for a while. The truth was, things with the Winchesters were going haywire. Between tense attitudes with Jack joining the fold, complications with alternate universes, and the uphill struggles with his own depression, he’d only wanted to dull the upsetting thoughts buzzing in his mind so that they could enjoy each other’s company. But he’d worded it so poorly.

“I’m sorry. I was... trying to even out my mood. Everything has been remarkably stressful lately and I didn’t want to take out these frustrations on you. Angelic liquor has a calming effect on me. You’ve seen this. But I took it to excess, and I am sorry.” he unsteadily moved to the door. “I will go. I’m... I will go.”

Flip narrowed her eyes, watching him brace against the wall. It wasn’t particularly safe for him to wander out in that condition, regardless of whether or not she was angry with him. Castiel had the tendency to be thoughtless in the way he expressed himself from time to time, but it was rare that his intention was to be truly mean. If this was his poor attempt to avoid emptying frustrations onto their evening... then his Heart had been in the right place, even if his words had not.

When he felt her arms circle his middle, softly holding him in place, Castiel swallowed heavily and apologized once more.

“Next time we’ll make a drinking game of it, if you need it.” Flip whispered. “I don’t want to see you getting wobbly by yourself again, especially if your mood is south of sunny by this much.”

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Hugging them way too tightly

“Hggn… Flippitn, please…” Cas wheezed. “My ribs are susceptible to breaks now.”

His injuries were minor as compared to many of the other patrons from the city’s commuter bus. The walk from Flip’s hideout to the Gas N Sip where he endured employment as a Human was not far, but the outlet mall he needed to visit was too far to walk to that day. Being that he needed to purchase a set of skid-proof shoes per his employer’s new uniform requirements, there was really no other option. How unfortunate that the bus driver was working his seventh double-shift in a row. The old man had fallen asleep at the wheel, and capsized the bus over the highway median.

Paramedics had swarmed the scene, going through the motions of onsite triage to discern who required the most immediate of attention. Castiel managed to heave several people out of the bus windows down to the people who were waiting on the ground.

By the time his minor head wound was being addressed, a woman with eyes just a little too bright to look natural had been seen pushing her way through the throng of people blocking civilians. He signaled that he would like to allow her near, if only to make sure that she didn’t get into a fight. That woman was now crushing him in a hug, sending a symphony of cracks along his ribs and spine.

“Ma’am, you’ll need to be careful. We think he might have a concussion.” a woman advised.

Flip looked back and waved to someone else. A person with neatly tied dreadlocks as well as the same unnatural eyes, his green rather than blue. Supposedly ‘help’ sent from the emergency room in the next town over. Strangely, each person he checked on seemed completely fine as soon as he touched them, as if by some miracle. Not really so much a miracle as a Healer Sprite. Not that they needed to know that.

“Thanks, Frizz…” Flip whispered. “Cas, you’re still taking off work tomorrow or I will re-concuss you for scaring me.”

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Kissing their forehead or cheek

“You’re not going to get me sick. My immune system is mighty and yours is malnourished Human.” Flip insisted. “And if you don’t let me do it my way, I’m getting a rectal thermometer and you’re gonna have an awkward night.”

Flip was not a Fae of idle threats. As long as Castiel had known the Moon Sprite, she was always prepared to follow through on anything she put to the table. He sighed and dropped his hands.

“Fine.”

He waited as patiently as he could for the tiny woman to flutter up and press her lips to his burning forehead.

“One hundred and three,” she reported. “You HAVE to take a fever reducer because you’re going to risk brain damage if it goes any higher.”

“I don’t care for the taste of it…” he complained.

“Dean was right. You are a baby in a trenchcoat.”

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Kissing their neck

“That is very distracting.” Castiel stated.

To all appearances, he was not at all distracted. He carried on writing down instructions from his online doula class as if his Mate was not tenderly working her mouth over the back of his neck and over the curve of his shoulder.

“I’m trying to determine how much time it takes for contractions to start after the mucus plug falls out. If I don’t scan in my notes before nine, my classmates will shun me in the message board.”

Flip paused in her endeavor to give him a deadpan look.

“You’re a real romantic, ne?” she sighed. “Alright. Do your homework. I’m going to go have a soak.”

“I could join you when I am done…” he called after her. “Perhaps you could pick up your affections then?”

“No, I’m warding the door.” Flip laughed, zooming off.

“Do not ward the door.”

“Nuts to you, I’m warding the doooooooor!”

“Mmph. She’s going to ward the door.” Cas grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes as if complaining to someone else in the room. Perhaps the powers that be.

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Kissing them softly on the lips

“Thank you for the assist.” Castiel acknowledged, tilting the case of German beer in a gesture of gratitude.

As he could no longer fly, having his Mate pop overseas via Portal to retrieve a particular brand of beverage was certainly a boon. It would go over well with the Winchesters to bring something that wasn’t off brand from a gas station. Or so he’d assumed.

“Calling in Fairy favors for booze?” Dean asked dubiously. “What’d you trade for that, Cas, a kindergartener?”

“I did not trade a kindergartener for beer, Dean.” Castiel replied with a huff. “I asked that she pick this up for us after work because she was going to be in Germany anyway. Strangely, if you ask people nicely, they will sometimes comply with your requests.”

“How do you know where she’s working on a given night?” Sam puzzled. “You keep in touch that much? Thought you two were like… frienemies. No offense.”

“I have contacts outside of the two of you.” the Angel grumped. “Some of them are still alive. Some of them don’t hate me.”

Knowing that beer and Bonanza night was strictly a guy thing in the bunker, Flip decided to duck the conversation in favor of having a girl’s night elsewhere with Jilomena and Silt. Even with an adopted Human disguise, she didn’t need any further attention drawn to herself outside of a run-down Waffle House.

“Some of them have places to be.” Flip hemmed.

She tipped a finger under Castiel’s chin and softly pressed her lips to his. She then waved farewell before vanishing quite suddenly. Heaven help him.

“Cas... you bangin’ a Fairy?” Dean sputtered.

“The beer is getting warm, Dean. We should go.” Cas evaded, sliding the box into the back seat of the Impala.

“Cas,” Dean insisted. “Cas, what the hell?! When were you gonna tell us that you were off gettin’ a bowl of Lucky Charms in your downtime?!”

“Do you talk about every transient woman you’ve bedded?”

“YES.” Dean slapped a hand on the bumper. “That’s what men DO, we kiss and tell! Tell me about NeverNeverLand!”

For a long moment, Castiel stared from Dean… to Sam… to Dean again.

“Well, I’m not a man. I’m an Angel.” he said finally. He snapped the car door closed and buckled his seatbelt. “And I’m not telling.”

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Playfully whacking them with a pillow

“What was that for?” Castiel frowned.

“Don’t worry about it. Continue.” Flip levitated the pillow up off of the floor and resumed her relaxed perch on the back of the couch.

“Um… I was saying that my excuse for being moody was that… I just need a win. I’ve spent so much time consistently screwing things up. The Winchesters have lost faith in me. I am tired of being a disappointment. If-“ PAP! “Nnnnn. You did it again.”

“Did what?” Flip prompted.

“You hit me with a pillow.”

“I did not. I enchanted a pillow to whap you every time you needlessly speak negatively about yourself.” she corrected. “Care to try again?”

Castiel grumbled, but cleared his throat.

“I need to reassure the others that I can be useful again-“ PAP! “I need to fail less.” PAP! “…I am frustrated with the way events have unfolded, and I would like to take steps to improve the situations I’m facing, as best I’m able.”

…No pillow. Flip scooted over and lightly bonked her tiny head against his stubbled cheek.

“As an aside, you can truly be a pest when you’re trying to prove a point.” Castiel mumbled affectionately.

WHAP.

“I didn’t say anything bad about myself.” Cas protested.

“No, that wasn’t the enchantment, that was all me. My whap. How dare you.”

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Sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

“Not yet. The locals seem reluctant to discuss details of the curses associated with the folklore of-“

Pppfffffffhhhhhhhh!

Castiel winced his shoulder up hard with a soft snort. He waved the Fairy away with a shooing motion. She’d have to wait her turn for attention.

“Wh-? No. No, Dean, I did not flatulate in the middle of our call. Someone blew against my neck. It is not of import.” he rolled his eyes up and sighed, handing over the phone. “Dean wants to say hello.”

“Hallo, Dean!” Flip peeped into the receiver.

I knew it! the voice over the phone crowed, followed by some muted words that Castiel could not quite pick up.

“Ah? What about NeverNeverLand?” Flip questioned.

“DO NOT!” Cas interrupted.

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Surprise kissing them

(Excerpt from “The Drawing Game”, pre Casip)

“FLIP.” Castiel stated flatly, pushing up to prop one arm over her torso to discourage rolling away. “Did you draw a posterior wearing refined attire on my face?”

“It sounds like something I would do.” she nodded thoughtfully.

“…Why?”

“Why not?” she countered.

Before Castiel could lay out a list of obvious reasons not to draw an ass over someone’s face, Flip tilted up and pecked a tiny kiss to his nose. Eyes wide, Cas pressed himself up and shuffled back away from her in complete alarm. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish pulled from water as his brain struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Obviously Flip had only done such a thing to shock him. To free herself. He’d seen many such occasions where she relied on surprise to escape various troubles.

“But… but… WHAT…”

“So eloquent. Toodles.” Flip snorted, vanishing away rather than using the door.

Recovery took a moment, but Castiel soon found himself padding into the restroom to scrub the drawing off of his face with one of the rough cloths folded neatly on the sink. Not too difficult to smear out of his faint stubble. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bathtub propping one foot on his knee to remove the smiley face and cat drawings as well. Once finished, the other foot was brought up. He squinted at the writing. Enochian. Loosely translated to:

Forgive yourself, my friend.

Castiel slowly lowered his foot back onto the floor without wiping the words away. There was a little heart drawn on the heel that made him wonder if it was a simple embellishment or if maybe an extra sign of affection. He stared at his reflection and touched two fingers to his nose, slightly crossing his eyes to look at a very faint trace of glitter left from her kiss. Had he scrubbed his face too hard, or was that a blush? What a confusing night.

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Telling them they love them for the first time

(Excerpt from something I’m not going to post >_>)

“Excuse you???” Flip squeaked, spinning to face him and breaking off the sticking charm.

“You d-deserve to be… loved!” Castiel heaved.

Flip stopped dead and leaned over him, face to face.

“I am loved. People love me. A fair few people love me.” she said seriously. “What’s that got to do with anything, if people love me?”

“I know. I know people love you.” Castiel frowned, breathless. “I’m one of them.”

Flip pulled back fractionally, confusion and panic seizing her Heart. The look in his eyes wasn’t platonic, but neither was it lusty. Castiel had always carried a deep purity to him. But no. She knew that the wisest thing would be to vanish and never come back. Getting overly attached to a mortal always ended poorly for all involved, and whether or not she could find herself caring that way in return was irrelevant.

The silence was suffocating. Still, for whatever reason, Flip did not leave, and Castiel didn’t take back what he said.

(…Jump forward in the story)

He quietly cleared his throat, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject, but Flip kissed the questions away from his lips and pointed up.

Written in soft twinkles above his head were the words

I love you, too.

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Tickling them

The last lingering shafts of a Tuesday sunset washed the den in a romantic blush of twilight. Aside from the quiet tick of a grandfather clock, all was silence. When the creak and snap of the front door signaled that Flip had returned from the grocery store with supplies for the week, fully sized up to fake Human proportions. Castiel glanced over his shoulder with a quiet greeting. Lately he had taken to doing impressionist paintings in the evenings after his shifts at the Gas N Sip. It helped keep his mind away from troubling things as he attempted to adjust to Human life.

“That’s a pretty one. Where is it?” Flip rested her chin on his shoulder.

“It’s the Antigua Guatemala Cathedral. It is beautiful when lit up at night.” he replied, eyes soft with memory. “I very much enjoyed visiting it.”

“We could go there. We’ll wait until you get some vacation time in at work, set it up all Human-style.” the Fairy offered.

“I would like that.”

He shifted in place. And then again. Flip tilted her head, wondering if the thought of doing manual travel as opposed to Magical or Celestial made him uncomfortable to come to terms with. Then it became clear that he was trying to cope with an itch.

“Let me.” Flip scoffed, rucking the maroon sweater up and taking her nails to his upper back. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you. I have paint on my hands… new clothes. Ah… little lower, please. Lower. Good.”

“Why didn’t you wear something you could mess up?”

“I didn’t want to mess anything up.” Castiel explained. “The clothes will last longer if I care for them properly and I khhh! Wait!”

Flip rolled her eyes and did not wait. She let her nails dance and slide across his ribs and belly, nuzzling her nose against his neck. He twitched and wiggled against her, choked with quiet laughter as his hands fought the instinct to make a grab for anything lest it stain.

“Flippiti-hin, the PAI-heh-nt!” he squirmed. “Flip!”

“Yes, it’s a lovely painting, we covered that.” Flip nodded, carrying on.

“PleEEase re-f! Refrain! I can’t t-“ he tried again, sinking to the ground to attempt escape, even if logically he knew that she would follow him down. Which, of course she did.

“You know, in those hymnals you leave laying around, whenever it says refrain, it means repeat. Considering your background, that’s the definition I’ll assume you’re going for.” Flip laughed along with her Mate’s hysterics. “You’re mated with a Fairy. You’re getting tickles. It’s the law.”

When she reached out for a tickly grab to his thigh, playful squirming changed to no not there panic and a paint-covered hand flailed out to shove Flip’s arm away. She paused and looked at the blue smear on her forearm.

“That’s my favorite arm, I’ll have you know.” she advised cooly.

Without waiting a beat, Castiel was off, pounding through the house at top speed with Flip hot on his heels. By the end of it, they were both coated in paint splotches, breathless on the kitchen floor.

“You got paint everywhere in this house. I hope you’re happy.” Flip mock-reprimanded, idly picking at a wet patch of green on her shirt.

Castiel gave her a sheepish half smile and gently touched a matching shade of green to her nose.

“I am~”

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Waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair

It was unclear exactly how long he’d been out. His Vessel ached straight down to his Grace. Strangely, there was one pleasant feeling mixed in with all the unsettling pain. The last thing he remembered was getting slammed away with a banishing ward. It had been one of the most heavy duty ones he’d ever come across.

“How did you find me?” he squinted up at his Mate, shifting his head in her lap.

“I looked.” Flip shrugged, outwardly not belaying any true concern.

She continued to card her hands through his hair, mindlessly clinging to the only thing she could think of to soothe him. Her healing powers had never been particularly polished, and she knew it would be a bad idea to even attempt it.

For now, this was fine. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her belly, waiting for his own healing factors to pick up the slack. It would take a little while. Considering how lovely her nails felt across his scalp, Castiel was not particularly fussed with the idea of having to be patient.

#Casip #Cut for length #Relationship drabble prompt

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imaginedilestrade · 7 years

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Love and Law

A/N: So got the inspiration for this by watching Bridget Jones’s Baby (as you do) mainly from Mark Darcy being a lawyer. Bit of angst but I might make a part two to this 🤔 (also Rachael is a name I randomly chose 😅) Let me know if you guys want one! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, angst, PAIN (and probably so many typos, it’s late and I’m tired).

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You sat in court with your head held high as you always did, being stuck on this high profile case meant endless amount of hours stuck in the office. You were barely home, only spending enough time to change and shower and squeeze in a few hours to sleep, you constantly worried about Sherlock burning down the house without your supervision. Luckily, John texted you updates.

You turned to your client, Mrs Jenkins, and the other lawyer assisting yourself, none other than a Mr Mark Darcy. Mark leaned over and whispered in your ear “He’s going to try and go for sixty percent.”

“He can’t do that…” You whispered back before the judge granted a day recess. You left with Mark and Mrs Jenkins, being greeted by a hoard of reporters and camera crews. Pushing passed them all you made your way to a car with the other two.

“I regret the day I married that man,” Mrs Jenkins huffed out and you sent a sideward glance to mark as Mrs Jenkins continued to ramble.

The car dropped you off outside Baker Street and you grabbed onto a stack of paperwork that you had to go through whilst Mark went through another pile “I’ll see you both on Friday, I’ll phone you both later or you can phone me.” You struggled to wave them off and struggled again getting in the door.

You huffed your way up the stairs and barged into the living room before placing the paperwork down on the table with a thud.

“Oh hello,” Sherlock greeted with a small smile “Tough day?” He asked seeing you clearly exasperated.

“You have no idea…Mr Jenkins is a pain in the arse,” you walked though to the kitchen “Where’s John?” You asked, noticing the absence of the blonde haired doctor.

“Right here!” He greeted you “Ohh,” he narrowed his brow “Tough day?”

You let out a snort of laughter under your breath “That noticeable? And yes it was…like every other day.”

“I guarantee you this case is going to last for a year and two months,” Sherlock smirked and placed down the blowtorch he had in his hand.

You shook your head and pointed at him accusingly “Don’t even joke about that.”

“I wasn’t joking,” he told you with a deadly serious expression, one which you rolled your eyes at and let out a sigh.

“I’m going for a shower,” you told the two and jumped into the bathroom. You turned on the water and let the warm liquid cascade over your skin, letting your aching feet soak in the water to ease the pain. Being one of Britain’s finest lawyers did take its toll. As you emerged from the steaming bathroom you heard a new voice in the flat, one that always could make your heart skip a beat.

“She said yes!” The voice said and you blinked as your once excited eyes glazed over with confusion.

“Said yes to what? Who?” You peered around the corner and held tightly on to your dressing gown. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Greg and Sherlock noticed this…every single time.

“Rachael,” he said full of enthusiasm that seemed a bit too fake “I asked her to marry me and she said yes.”

His smile was laced with sombreness, but you didn’t notice, you were being engulfed by pain and heartbreak.

“Oh,” you managed to croak out “Well congratulations!” Your eyes filled with tears while your smile showed no sadness. You gave him a quick hug and pulled away a little shakily, your legs were sure to give way any moment now.

Your phone rang and your eyes lightly closed, that ring was either a curse or a gift at this moment in time…you suspected the latter. It would give you an opportunity to walk away from the man who crushed your heart with his bare hands. He had no idea he was doing it either.

“Sorry, I have to get that.” You walked over the table and picked up the phone “Hi Mark,”

You subconsciously smiled saying his name and Greg’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly “Yes I’ve got the case file, give me a moment…” You trailed off and walked to your room. The three men in the flat listened as your voice grew quieter before it was gone entirely.

“I should pop up and tell Mrs Hudson,” Greg sent the duo a thin lipped smile and John walked up with him, leaving Sherlock in the kitchen.

Sherlock gingery made his way to your room and pressed his ear to the door, you had finished your phone call. He let himself in and you jumped hearing the door lightly shut. Quickly wiping away your tears you turned to Sherlock with a smile “I’m just happy for him,” you told the consulting detective.

“No you’re not…” He softly spoke and sat on the edge in your bed beside you “It’s not too late-”

You cut him off with a dry laugh “Oh for Christ sake Sherlock he’s marrying her! Course it’s too late!”

He opened his mouth to speak again but your phone rang again with the name ‘Mrs Jenkins’ flashing across it. “I have to take this,” you told him and he left without saying anything else.

———- Six months later

“You were probably right about this case lasting for a year and two months…” You sighed out and placed your head in your hands.

Sherlock raised a brow “What do you mean ‘probably’? I’m always right,” Sherlock smirked and you rolled your eyes as you sat with him with a cup of tea in your hand as you went over more paperwork. Sherlock cleared his throat and motioned for you to look behind your shoulder.

“Oh!” Your eyes widened with surprise “Mark! What are you doing here?” You asked standing up and motioning him to come though to the kitchen.

“Sorry to intrude, the woman, Mrs Hudson I believe, told me to just come up. I have something I think you should see, it couldn’t wait.”

You nodded and turned to Sherlock who was looking at the two of you intently, he was staring at Mark a little too much “Uh Sherlock this is Mark Darcy, Mark this is Sherlock Holmes” you introduced the two.

“Ah Mr Holmes, pleasure to finally meet you,” Mark extended his hand and Sherlock lightly shook it.

“Divorced,” he muttered out.

“Stop it,” you warned.

Mark raised a brow “What?”

“Nothing!” You smiled “What was it you wanted to show me?” Mark pulled out some paperwork showing Mr Jenkins suspicious bank transitions to overseas accounts. He was shifting his money.

You and Mark were so engrossed in conversation you didn’t even notice another presence behind you until the person lightly coughed “Greg…hey,” you smiled, a little broken, you were still recovering from the news he broke six months ago.

“Eh hi,” he looked at Mark a little wary “I just came to give you this and one for John too.” Greg handed you and Sherlock an envelope, you opened it and your heart and stomach sank seeing the wedding invite inside it.

“Thanks,” you tried to make your smile seem genuine before glancing to mark who seemed slightly out of place “Oh god where are my manners?! Greg this is Mark Darcy, he’s the lawyer working alongside me for Mrs Jenkins case. Mark this is Greg Lestrade, he’s a detective inspector at Scotland Yard.” You tossed down the envelope on the table and Sherlock raised both brows at your actions as the two other men shook hands, their grip a little too tight as if they were subconsciously fighting for dominance in front of you.

“Nice to meet you,” Mark grinned “Sorry but I have to go, see you tomorrow Y/N.” Mark kissed you on the cheek goodbye, something he never did, a wave of confusion took over your face whilst a look of anger dominated Greg’s.

“How’s the wedding planning going?” You asked Greg, pretending to actually care.

“Eh it’s alright yeah,” he muttered out and scratched the back of his head.

Sherlock finally spoke up “If there’s anything I’ve learned from Y/N’s case it’s that there is nothing in love, just money nowadays…” You turned to him and looked at him if he was growing a second head.

Greg growled under his breath “Yeah well thanks for those insightful words, Sherlock.” Greg’s sarcastic tone made you snigger and he felt a flutter in his chest knowing he was the one that just made you smile. “Anyway I have to go, see you both later.”

The DI left and you skimmed your eyes over the date of the wedding…it was seven months from now. You let out a sigh and Sherlock pursed his lips “It’s not too late you know.”

Your eyes flickered up to Sherlock before they returned to your work “Yes it is.”

———- Seven months later

“I could use this case as an excuse,” you told Sherlock as you paced about your room “It would be believable!”

“Y/N…” he warned “You’ve agreed to go. He’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t see you there.”

“Disappointed? Sherlock I am fucking devastated!” You raised your voice and tried to hold back the tears and not ruin your makeup. Sherlock looked to the floor as you continued to unleash the feelings that had been harbouring inside you. From the heartbreak Greg had instilled in you to the stress of the case, Sherlock let you toss it all at him because you needed an output and you were always there for him. It was time he did the same. “Sherlock, I love him! There are you happy?! I said it! I love Greg and I’m supposed to go to his wedding and watch him with another woman as they commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives?! Yeah! Fuck that!” You plopped yourself down on the bed and let out a long sigh, feeling a sense of relief telling the consulting detective all that.

“I understand,” Sherlock whispered out and kneeled down in front of you “But he’s your best friend and he needs your support. Don’t give up on your friend, you haven’t gave up on me or John yet have you? Be the bigger person, Y/N.” You blinked and softened your eyes hearing Sherlock’s words. Never did you think he’d be so sensitive.

Letting out a defeated sigh you told him “Only if you sit up at the back with me, I don’t want to be near the front.”

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“I can’t see a thing,” Sherlock complained as he craned his neck up.

“Good,” you huffed out “I hate weddings.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes “No you don’t, you just hate this one.”

He was right. You looked to the front and saw Greg looking as handsome as ever. A pang of pain spread though your chest “I don’t want to be here,” tears began to well in your eyes “I’ll be crying,” you admitted “But not tears of happiness.”

“I know,” Sherlock crooned just before the wedding march began to play. You shut your eyes and opened them again widely when Sherlock grabbed your hand “I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” you softly whispered as a tear steamed down your face. You both stood at the same time as Rachael, the bride, walked in with a huge smile on her face.

You gulped and shut your eyes again, hoping to wake up and realising that this was a horrible, warped dream. But it wasn’t.

Sherlock leaned over and whispered in your ear “You look more beautiful,” he pressed a comforting, chaste kiss to your temple.

“I can’t do this,” you lightly blubbered out “It feels like I’m having a heart attack Sherlock. The pain…it’s too much."

“It’s not too late-”

“Stop saying that,” you whispered snappishly. Of course it was too late. Everyone sat down when Rachael reached the front. John and Mary glanced around and sent you and Sherlock a concerned glance, one which Sherlock waved off nonchalantly to the pair sitting at the front.

As the person officiating the ceremony started talking you gripped into Sherlock’s hand tighter and he let you, especially when you had to physically bite your tongue when the officiator asked if anyone thought that Greg and Rachael shouldn’t be wed, that they should speak up or forever hold their peace.

You let out a deep sigh as Rachael said ‘I do’ to Greg. Your heart broke a bit more when she waited for him to say the same words.

That’s when you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have to go-” you quickly rushed your words to Sherlock and let go of his hand, his eyes went wide and he felt his stomach sink hearing your heels clack quickly as you ran out the church.

“I-” Greg cut himself off hearing the noise and everyone turned to see you rushed out the door. As soon as you did the tears flowed freely and the sobs escaped your throat loudly. You got as far away as you could from the place and got into your car.

When you did your phone rang, you assumed it was Sherlock but it was Mark.

“Yeah?” Your voice broke a little.

“Y/N? You alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you lied and wiped away the tears from your cheeks “What’s wrong?”

“The Jenkins case, they’ve moved the verdict to today.”

“Shit, today of all fucking days…” you muttered under your breath “Where are you?”

“On the way to the court with Mrs Jenkins. Where are you?” He asked.

You started your car and inhaled a gulp of air, trying to calm yourself down “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Back in the church people started whispering to one another about your outburst, Sherlock was frantically texting you. The officiator cleared his throat, capturing everyone’s attention again and the church filled with silence “Well Greg, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?”

‘Law…’ Greg thought to himself and glanced up to the door where he just saw you run out.

He gulped and turned to Rachael.

“I…I…”

————————— Oooohhhh cliffhanger! Part 2?? Let me knowwwwwww 😉

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jynsongxvii-blog · 7 years

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Angeles a l o n e

A/N: -uess who got sick after puking last friday! Yes, me. Yes, it sucked. BUT I’M GOOD NOW SO YAY. Not yay because I wrote this barely today tho :) Anyway, hope you enjoy it. [Challenge #5] Couldn’t get too much into details, very sorry about that. Getting sick didn’t help writing inspiration. Tonight I got it, just not enough time time to write everything. Still I tried however. Have more Jyn lol and forgive typos, not time for revisions. If you never read the first practice challenge/fic I wrote idk if this will be confusing? It kinda talks about jyn’s parents...so idk. Check it out here if you wanna refresh your mind.

Girls had been sneaking out of the palace in the last few weeks. I’d only ever done it with Dominoes, but that day I was ready to give Angeles a little of myself alone.

It had only taken asking Geoffrey to help me again. As always the old butler pretended to hate it, but he didn’t really hesitate to show me a way out and soon enough I found myself around the chatters of citizens at afternoon. I only hid my face under a baseball cap that in turn was covered by a hoodie. That seemed to be all the requirements needed for famous people to sneak around in movies if I added my new favorite sunglasses. I didn’t dare to consider myself seriously famous yet, but I’d received enough attention from magazines lately for cutting my hair and donating it to the hospital in our last assignment.

Some people debated about it being really sweet of me while others said it was just some fake altruist move to get attention. It was kind of a stupid argument considering them debating about it just created said attention, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t even planned it at all. It was nothing but a last minute decision. I figured if the media had it’s eyes on me I might as well take the chance to do something good. I’d received a letter from the nurse that had looked after me while I told the children my story and she said they’d received donations all over Illea, apparently other hospitals had too.

The country could keep debating on what my intentions had been. At least it served some good, whether the people behind said good gave their hair for the cause or for a trend. I had to get rid of my purple tips first, but thankfully never cutting my hair made it long enough that even after cutting the unusable tips my braid was useful. I had to admit when people asked me if my hair wasn’t heavy I considered it a ridiculous question, but with shorter hair I realized why they said it. My head did feel lighter, not to say having long hair was uncomfortable since you couldn’t tell the difference in weight, however.

I made my way through the crowd and spotted different places. Cafes, restaurants, stores and clubs. After a few hours I’d lost myself in the city, the good kind of lost though. My ears perked up at the sound of music and I found a small group of street musicians. It was simple music, but they were good, getting a few people to gather around, including me. I smiled at their enthusiasm playing, it was an upbeat song, sufficient for couples to joke around dancing. Some clapped and I hummed along, choosing the worse moment to leave my tips on their hat.

The violinist got in my way, grinning as he played. I raised an eyebrow at him and he stared at the group of people dancing, his expression becoming clear.

“Sorry, dancing isn’t my thing.” Not at the moment at least.

He gave me a pout and his sight focused on a girl practically jumping on her place as she stared at the couples dancing. She was adorable there was no denying that but…The violinist gave me a smirk somehow knowing I would cave in to the girl in bouncing ponytails. I sighed, taking my glasses off before offering the girl a hand. She gave her mother a questioning look for permission before accepting it with a squeal of excitement. She was even more adorable spinning around with me. I tried to make her twirl around and skipped along with her. In the end, my head got into the harmony of the music so much I started singing that. No real lyrics, just harmony as I hauled the girl up in my hip and spinned with her.

More people were drawn to or group as I danced on light feet, focusing mostly on the little girl as I sung, not even noticing the moment my hoodie fell back. All of the couples twirled around one last time a few steps away as the song came to an end and laughter echoed in the street as the crowd walked over to give the musicians tips, clapping more.

A hand pulled my arm as people clapped and whistled. I realized it was one of the other musicians. “You have a pretty voice Lady Jyn.”

I gulped, blushing as I realized the people were clapping at me too and that my disguise had been in vain in the end.

Surprisingly, I had to sign a few autographs and take pictures with some girls excited to meet one of Dom’s Elite members. The group of musicians insisted I should keep some of their profit, saying it wouldn’t have been that good a night without my help, but I declined saying it was better in their hands for now.

When things finally calmed down I was dragged into yet another awkward situation by a woman that had stayed in our audience for longer and stared at me like I was a ghost. She was clearly from a higher caste by the way she was dressed, stylish brown curls draped over her shoulder covered by expensive clothes. She didn’t seem as old as she probably was.

“That face was enough to get me suspicious,” she finally grinned, “being a Song made it even worse, but that voice...You have Becca’s voice too.”

My eyes widened at the name. That couldn’t be right. How could someone like her be related to my family in any way?

“You- You knew my mother?”

“Why would she hide being- Becca would have never hidden something like that from me...would she?” Her shoulders slumped at the thought, though I didn’t understand any of what she meant. She’d been practically blabbering confusing nonsense since we’d sat down at a bench. She’d mentioned my father too however, and mentioned too many details I’d heard my own dad say about my mom to confirm she wasn’t making stuff up. She actually knew my parents. “Unless...Oh they wouldn’t…. They wouldn’t go all that way to hide it!”

I blinked at her, wondering if maybe running away from there was an option, but she reached for my hands, squeezing gently, hopeful eyes searching my own. “Is your mother alive then? Was it another one of her crazy plans? Pretending to be sick?”

Being sick? An act?

“I-I’m sorry... I don’t know what you’re talking about, but my mother isn’t alive. She died after childbirth.” After I was born. It was always easier to say childbirth. I knew it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t really miss her myself, but what she was...she was something to others. I used to think it was just my father--and that was enough to make saying it aloud uncomfortable--but now there was Marissa. This woman that claimed to be my mother’s best friend once upon a time. When apparently my mother was some sort of famous singer. One of my crazy dreams was my mother’s life and I’d never known. My mother had been a Two. Or so Marissa claimed.

The way her eyes looked down as she let go of my hands in disappointment made me tear up a bit. It felt like that time I’d cried in front of Kat. It had been a weird week, spending my birthday away from dad for the first time a few weeks before that and then seeing that kid in the hospital, Tim’s little brother. Both of them scared their mother wouldn’t get better.

I’d attempted to put myself in the little boy’s shoes in my conversation with Kat, but it reality I had ended up putting the kid in my shoes. Not a boy that might lose his mother and forget her, but the girl that never met her own and struggled to ignore how her mother’s loss still affected others. The girl that heard her dad talk about all the lovely things his wife once did. Details that maybe no longer existed because of her own existence.

It was a stupid thought maybe. It wasn’t like I had a choice. Dad always made sure I knew it wasn’t like that, but sometimes I just couldn’t help from wondering. Would she still be here without me? Would it had been better? Would my dad had been happier even if he claimed it wasn’t true? I pushed the thoughts away like I had that last time after swimming with my friend--yes Kat, you’re my friend--but made sure to this time replace them with dad’s words: ‘Of course I miss her, Jyn. I would love to have her here with me... but only so she could see what a wonderful girl you’ve become.’

It still made me cry, but more because of all the efforts my dad had done rather than because of sadness. I wiped away the tears and smiled apologetically at Marissa. “Sorry to bring the bad news.”

She gave me a sad smile back and surprised me with a hug. “Oh honey, no... The silly thought just made it’s way through my head again. I already spilled my own tears years back. What you’re bringing now is good news...” She pulled away and smiled with still glassy eyes. “Knowing the truth, knowing about you, it makes it a million times better. You’re mother would be the happiest woman on earth to see how you share the same strong voice.”

The words coming from someone different than my dad made me smile, but I was sure it was a slightly awkward smile since I barely knew Marissa at all. She apparently noticed too, standing up and wiping her tears.

“Jeez, I’m making a scene and making you uncomfortable, aren’t I? You must think I’m a crazy lady.”

“Uh,” I laughed nervously, “no, it’s fine, just...a bit confused I guess.”

Oh, so you’re guessing now, huh? For some reason I imagined Dom’s mocking voice in my head. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes as I grinned to myself.

“Understandable…” Marissa assured me. “It seems there’s a lot to be discussed. Ri sure has a lot to explain to me, no wonder he just decided to vanish.” She shook her head like my dad was in front of her. “That little--”

I cleared my throat and she looked down at me. “Right, sorry. How about we go to your mother’s favorite cafe and I can explain it all?”

A/N 2.0: To be continued… I guess? Jyn’s project in the end was something she wasn’t even sure would be counted as a service project since it involved changing law issues regarding marriage in Illea. Once she learned the true story behind her parents’ complications to keep their lifestyles and be together, it was all she could really think about, so that’s what she worked around. There’s--> this old interview where you can see some of Jyn’s opinions about marriage and how the woman is entitled to take the man’s caste no matter what (before she even found out about her parents). Terribly sorry this is met half way, but under my circumstances that is all I could manage. Hope you liked what you got tho <3 , it’s almost 2k words. There’s a reference to the second date ro with dom that I’m still in the middle of writing a fic for since I struggled with time. I guess y’all seeing it depends on if I get eliminated or not lol.

#jyn #my fic #challenges #challenge 5

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nachtgraves · 8 years

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a++ kuzuhina: maybe the same ship with #4.“I’m flirting with you.”?

Oh my god I am so sorry this took forever and a half BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I experimented with writing a thing told mostly through texting so hopefully it still flows pretty well? It was an experience, I tell you. Also. I apologize for the awful title for this but it was literally the best I could think of. And I probably should have used time stamps but I’m a dumb and hope extra spacing gives the same effect?

Title: Mis-Texting Could Possibly End in Kissing // AO3Word Count: ~4200Warnings/Tags: PG. Told through texting with interspersed prose, high school au, hope’s peak still exists, but no despairs, some typos are intentional and let’s pretend the others are too, real minor angst. Hajime is non-italics, Fuyuhiko and the two instances of Chiaki are in italics.

[ughhhhhh][im so bored][she wont stop taking][talking*]

[That’s kind of the point of a presentation]

[nooneasked for ur sass]

Hajimedoesn’t know how it happened, but he and the infamous ‘baby-faced yakuza ofHope’s Peak High’ are texting buddies.

Well.

Maybethat’s not entirely true. He does know how it started, at least.

[heypres][its kuzuryuu][souda gave me ur number][wat do we need for teh fair agian?]

[Sorry, youmight have the wrong number]

[oh][ur not nanmi?][fuck][souda is dead][sorry]

[Noworries. Mistakes happen][But, by Souda do you mean Souda Kazuichi?And did you mean to text Nanami Chiaki?]

[yeah][who r u??]

[Chiaki’s a close friend. Ournumbers happen to be really similar. Hers ends in a 1 instead of a 2]

[ohthanks][srry for the mix up]

[Don’tworry about it. Happens fairly often :p]

Hajimedoesn’t hear back from the stranger for a few days and quickly forgets themix-up even happened. He hadn’t been lying when he said that such thingshappened fairly often, especially since Chiaki was voted as class rep. (She hadbeen so surprised and happy, Hajime thought a new VR game system was announced).Chiaki and him and found it quite amusing and it wasn’t much trouble to fix themistake usually. But one afternoon, he’s cleaning up his room and finds apacket of papers that look important by the large scrawling over the front pagein Chiaki’s loopy handwriting, reading: ‘SCHOOL FEST BUDGET’. He also knowsthat Chiaki wasn’t going to be home for hours, since her school festival wasthis coming weekend and she’s been staying back to organize, plan, and dowhatever it is class representatives do for events like that.

[Hey you left a packet of papers atmine. School fest budget?]

[Chiaki?]

[Goddmannit did u foget to chargeyour phone again?]

Knowingthat if the packet were important, Chiaki would be freaking out (she always putso much pressure on herself, especially since she became class rep), Hajimestares at the packet in his lap. He could run to Chiaki’s high school, butdoubts he would be let in since it was almost sundown and Hope’s Peak High wasone of the more prestigious secondary schools in their district. Hajime himselfgoes to a regular public school a short walk from their neighbourhood.

Staringat his phone, as if it was going to give him an answer, he finds one as hescrolls through his messages. He still has the short conversation from thestranger from Chiaki’s class. It’s worth a shot, at the very least.

[Hey this is Chiaki’s friend HinataHajime. I still had your number from when you mis-texted me and I was wonderingif Chiaki was nearby? She’s not answering her phone]

[yeah][why?]

[I think she forgot something at myhouse. School fest budget?]

[yeah][she thought she lost it][shes asking if u can drop it off at her place][her phone is dead]

[Yeah I cando that][Thanks]

Laterthat night, Hajime is attempting to complete a history essay due the nextmorning when he receives a text. His phone is plugged in by his bed, on theopposite end of where his desk is. He literally jumps at the distraction,hopping into bed and lying back against the pillows propped up against the headboard.

[Thanksfor dropping off the packet.]

[No prob][You need to remember to charge your phone]

[I know. (*_ _) ][How did you have Kuzuryuu’snumber, by the way?]

[The miss-text a few days ago.Figured it was worth a try]

[Thank you. You really saved me.]

Threehours later, it’s inching closer to midnight and Hajime hasn’t returned to hisassignment. Chiaki is not impressed.

[Doyour work.]

[I’m takinga break]

[(￢_￢) You’ve been ‘takinga break’ for three hours. Stop procrastinating and finish your homework.]

[You’re notdoing your homework]

[I finished my homework. I’m makingsure all the plans for the school fair next month are in order.

You’recoming to it, right?]

[Yeah][If I’m not stuck wiht tuorting…][Tutoring*][Can’t you help???]

[You know I’m not that much betterthan you. Sonia helps me.]

[Give me hernumber?][I’m desperate a tthis point]

[That’sa breach of privacy.]

[Chiakiiiiiiiiiii][Please?][I’ll do your Japanese hw next time?]

[No.]

[JapaneseAND math?]

[Tempting.But good night, Hajime.]

[Chiaki][Chiaki][Chiaki come back][Chiakiiiiii][What kind of friend are u?]

It’stimes like this Hajime sometimes wishes he was closer to some of hisclassmates. He’s not a loner, but he’s definitely a drifter of sorts. He has peopleto talk to and sit with at lunch, but rarely does he spend time with hisclassmates outside of school or for non-school related activities. Because ofthat, he’s not close enough to anyone to randomly message them at close tomidnight for homework help.

Justas he’s trying to figure out a solution – since it’s far too late to actually do his work like the goodstudent he only sometimes is, his phone goes off. And this, is the true startof everything.

[cmon i’ll pay u][and by pay i mean not break ur fucking teeth with my fist]

[Wrongperson?][Hopefully, at least]

[fuck][sorry][yeah][i meant to text the person above u in my message list thing]

[Everythingokay?]

[yeahjust some shitty hw]

[You too?][I have this awful history essay due tomorrow]

[historyis whatever][math is killing me]

[Math isn’ttoo bad][At least there’s always just one answer]

[historyand english u just bs tho]

[But it’sso subjective][Everything depends on something else]

[wannatrade then?]

Andthat is how Hajime found himself a homework buddy. Kuzuryuu is good at Englishand history, while Hajime’s strengths lie in math and science, and the both ofthem were pretty good at Japanese. One night of texting back and forth, helping(dipping into the realm of ‘academic dishonesty’ on occasion) with theirrespective assignments. They say goodnight close to dawn, but Kuzuryuu had stayedup long after his homework was complete and waited and helped Hajime until hewas done as well.

Fromthen on, Hajime would find himself texting back and forth with this boy he’snever met. At first, they exclusively went to the other for homework help, buteventually Hajime would send Kuzuryuu a short text about something funny that hadhappened (a cat attacking some dumb kids that were trying to taunt it) andKuzuryuu would send him a rant about something that annoyed him (old womenthinking that he’s younger than he is or a police officer asking if he’s losthis parents) and it snowballs into them casually texting throughout the day,particularly during boring presentations that no one, including the personpresenting, cared about.

[Payattention and stop distracting me]

[potnd kettle][stop looking at ur phone during class]

[Shush][I’m bored too]

[fuckinquit the holier than thou then][i can ignore u][nd u can be bored alone]

[Youwouldn’t do that][Who’d you distract if not me?]

[plentyof pple][ur lucky i deign to talk to u]

[Yeah][I’m sooo grateful]

[ushould be]

[Stilldoubt that you could ignore me]

[fuckintry me]

[Is that achallenge?]

Kuzuryuulasts all of until the end of the school day. Hajime can be quite theannoyance.

[jfc ur gonna break my phone]

[I win :D]

[uwin a fist to the face when i see u]

[Are wegoing to meet up then?][So eager to see me :P]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[I’m sorryif I made it weird]

[nahi had to hide my phone fr a bit][ur the one who sounds too happy bout gettinghis face smashed]

[You’re tooviolent][How do you have firneds if you treaten to hurt htem all the time?]

[nicetypos]

[Hush. Atleast I use proper grammar most of the time]

[yshould i waste my time with shit like that?]

[Forlegibility][I got to go][Got phys ed :/][Save me]

[ihope u have to run laps the entire time]

[You areevil]

Hope’sPeak’s festival comes and goes one weekend. As usual, it is a busy event due tothe school’s prestigious standing. Hajime, as promised, visits Chiaki’s class,doing an interactive murder mystery café of sorts where customers are givenclues with their orders to figure out the murder of a prop set up in the centerof the classroom. He finally meets some of Chiaki’s classmates whom she’stalked about and apparently she’s talked to them about him in return. However,and though he won’t admit it to anyone other than Chiaki if hard pressed, hekeeps his ears open for the name Kuzuryuu and is disappointed to realize thathis texting buddy was nowhere to be seen.

(“Kuzuryuu?We sent him to go advertise with Koizumi and Saionji,” says Sonia. “Do you twoknow each other?”

“Uh,he mis-texted me once,” Hajime replies. He redirects further questions awayfrom him and towards what they used to make the neon pink blood for the fakecrime scene.)

Hajimemay have lingered around for a bit until he couldn’t justify staying and beinga distraction any longer. By the time he leaves to go back home, he’s exchangednumbers with a few of them with vague promises to meet up some time and hangout. Even as he leaves the school, weaving past the steady stream of peoplestill entering the premise, his eyes roam for individuals advertising forChiaki’s class. He returns home to his books and TV without having met aKuzuryuu.

[You guysdid a good job at your school fest]

[uwent?]

[I promisedChiaki]

[u2 datin or somthn?]

[God no][We’ve known each other forever]

[doesntmean u havnt dated]

[Ew][She’s practically my sister]

[heardu got numbers frm some girls in my class]

[Oh yeah][Are Sonia and Mioda always like that?]

[annoying?][obnoxious?][preppy?]

[Haha][Your class seems really cool]

[seems][u dont see them 5 days a week]

[I bet your classmates have thingsto say about you too]

[maybe][but they wouldnt live for long if they say anything]

[Hahahawhat are you, the yakuza?]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[uhavent looked me up?]

[Why wouldI?][And you’ve never told me your first name]

[uwouldnt need my first name][but its fuyuhiko]

[You’re not pulling oneover on me are you?]

[i go to hopespeak idiot][sonia’s a motherfucking princess][nd y woud i joke about that?]

[You’re not going to send people after me for makingfun of you, are you?]

[ur entertainingfor now]

[Oh ha ha][Glad I amuse you]

[Wait][Oh my god][Is this you?][[image]]

[u got somethingto say?]

[No][Just][Not what I was expecting]

[think carefullybout ur words hinata]

[I thought I wasentertaining?]

[toys can getbroken]

[Now that’s uncalled for][I didn’t even say anything about how adorable you look]

[HINATA]

[It’s true though!][You can’t call a hit on me for being truthful]

[just shut up][y did i tell you to look me up][yd u look for pictures?]

[Curiosity][We’ve been talking for a while now and we don’t even know what the other lookslike]

[Kuzuryuu?][Did you know what I looked like?]

[bein cautious isimportant]

[Omg you looked me up][What horrible pictures did you find???]

[[image]]

[That’s from Chiaki’s fb!]

[not that hard]

[I TRIED TO FIND YOU ONFB THOUGH]

[securitysettings]

[Oh][Point]

It’snot too long after that Hajime receives a friend request from one KuzuryuuFuyuhiko. He hits accept almost embarrassingly fast and proceeds to exploreKuzuryuu’s newly unveiled profile with the eagerness of a stalker given an inchand taking a mile. There’s not much to explore, the other boy doesn’t seem touse the website very much, which honestly does not surprise Hajime though hecan’t help but feel a little disappointed.

[The last time you were active onfb was almost a year ago][And it was a profile pic update][That you didn’t even upload??]

[soudand sonia hacked my account][sonia was offended my profile pic was like 2 yrs old][koizumi has a fuckton of pics of ppl][nd i was 2 lazy 2 change it]

[It’s agood picture of you]

[thanks]

Uponadding Kuzuryuu, Hajime’s flooded by friend requests from Chiaki’s otherclassmates and ends up talking semi-regularly with them. Kuzuryuu and him stilltext each other practically daily, to the point Chiaki comments on it whenHajime is over at hers to help her complete co-op achievements for a game she’syet to 100 per cent.

(“Youand Kuzuryuu seem to really get along.” Chiaki glances pointedly at Hajime’sphone as it buzzes several times, Kuzuryuu’s name flashing on the screen.

Hajimeshrugs noncommittedly, and is oddly relieved that the game finishes loading andthey’re thrust into a horde of mutant creatures.)

Evenhis classmates notice he’s on his phone a lot more often during and betweenclasses.

(“Gota girlfriend, Hinata?”

Frowning,Hajime shakes his head, “No, why?”

“You’realways on your phone texting and smiling down at it.”

Hajime’ssure his face has never been more red and when, moments later, he gets a textfrom Kuzuryuu complaining about the apparent Souda-Sonia-Tanaka love trianglethat should just turn into a threesome, he realizes his face does indeed moveon its own.)

[Oh my godhelp]

[what’dyou do?]

[Gave into peer pressure and wentto a goukon with some classmates -_-][I’m hiding in the bathroom][But I’ll have ot go back out there][:c]

[urnot drinking r u?][ur not 20]

[A yakuzaheir is against underage drinking?]

[udidnt answer]

[No one’sdrinking][We’re at a karaoke place][But htank you for caring c:]

[shutup][u dont usually go out w/ ur classmates]

[Yeah][Some of them have been teasing me about a girlfriend so I mostly just went sothey’d shut up]

[girlfriend?][u said u nd nanami werent dating]

[We’re not][They think you’re my secret girlfriend]

[?]

[Apparently I smiled while textingor something][And I’ve been on my phone more often][And you’re the only person I really text during class so]

[oh]

[Yeah, funny right?][Wonder what they’d think if they knew I was texting buddies with the heir tothe Kuzuryuu clan lmao][Though some ofthem already give me shit for being close to Chiaki just cuz shegoes to Hope’s Peak][They think you guys are snobby elitests just cuz you go to a prestigiousschool and we’re just public school kids][But you guys arent tat different][Just different talents and families][Woops sorry][Didn’t mean to get all ranty][Ugh I gotta go][Can’t hide here forever]

Afterthe goukon, which wasn’t horrible but neither was it all that enjoyable, Hajime’splunged into preparations for his school’s culture festival and upcoming exams. He’s barely had timeto text Kuzuryuu other than short greetings and the occasional tidbit from hisday that the other boy would find amusing. He misses their daily conversationsand when he finally has some down time, the day before the culture festival,he’s holed up in his room and on his phone while he catches up on TV shows onhis laptop.

[Hey longtime no chat][I’ve finally got free time again!]

[yea][school stuff?]

[Yeah][Every teacher decided to have everything due weeks early so we weren’toverwhelend when finals come around][Kill me -_-]

[shouldnt u be spending ur free timew/ ur gf stead of talking to me?]

[What?]

[ugot a gf or whatvr after that goukon][didnt u?]

[No?][Where’d you hear that?]

[therewas a pic on fb][u were tagged][it showed up on my feed]

[I haventbeen on fb recently][Lemme check]

[Oooooh][Yeah no][I wasn’t even aware this was taken][And the comments are baseless][I barely spoke to her][There was no ‘chemistry brewing’]

[shescute tho]

[Yeah Iguess?][Objectively][But not really interested][She doesn’t go to my school][And we met for like five seconds]

[datingimplies getting to kno eachother]

[Yeah but][Idk][Just nothing clicked?][And I wasn’t even looking for anything going to the thing either so][What about you?]

[watabout me?]

[You thinkshe’s cute][She your type?]

[no]

[Am I notgetting more than that?]

[i’mmore into a dif set of anatomy]

[?????]

[shesnot a he]

[Oh][OH][You’re]

[homo]

[Oh]

[ifthats a problem u should delete my number]

[NO][Not a prob at all][Sorry][Just surpside][Supreied][SURPRISED][Fuck][I’m sorry]

[usaid that alredy]

[Well I am][Could have responded better]

[couldaresponded worse][so][not a prob?]

[Coursenot][That’d be stupid for one][And hypocrtical for antoher]

[hypocritical?]

[I’m bi][Or pan][Idk][Still nto sure about the difference tbh][Nd I have a friend who’s ace]

[nanami?]

[I cannot divulge something that isnot mine to tell]

[she let it slip when we werecleaning up after culture fest][sonia and mioda bugged her bout if u two were dating][hanamura wanted to know bout ur sex life]

[Hanamurascares me][And yes to Chiaki being my ace friend]

[hanamurascares everyone][u basically gave it away with ur notanswr answer]

[Shedoesn’t care][But I still didn’t actually confirm or deny][Because that would be rude][(◡‿◡✿)]

[fuckoff][dont u dare start using those kaomoji things like nanami]

[(。・ω・。)][( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)][*｡:ﾟ+\(^‿^✿)]

[imgonna block u]

[(◕‸◕✿) *pout*]

Theydon’t re-visit the topic of sexuality again and settle back into their frequentback and forth texting. Hajime’s still teased at school but once he finallycaves and lets his classmates know that he is not texting a girl, but a boyfrom Chiaki’s class at Hope’s Peak, all interest in his affairs are lost.

Winteris fast approaching and with that comes the school culture festivals foreveryone other than Hope’s Peak, who have their festival earlier because no onewould go to any other school event if Hope’s Peak is allowing outsiders to touraround. Hajime’s class decides what to do rather quickly since no one’s allthat interested in putting too much effort, but Hajime still ends up being runragged with the rest of his class in the last minute preparations.

[I hateculture fests]

[culturefest?]

[Yeah][My school’s one is coming up][My class is doing a butler/maid cafe][Because we are simple public school students who don’t have the resources forpink blood]

[I was kidding][Your class’ murder cafe was the best thing I’ve ever seen][Thouhg I admit I had high expectations since you guys do go to Hope’s Peak]

[it was nanami’s idea][nd hanamuras a creep but good cook][nd sonias gotta 1up everyone nd dished out money so we could go way overbudget]

[Haha][But it was great][I had a lot of fun]

[Btw][Your birthday’s coming up right?]

[no][y?]

[Is yourbirthday not during the winter?]

[itsin aug]

[But yourname is FUYUhiko]

[ndmy sis is natsumi but her birthdays in march]

[But][That doesn’t make sense]

[blameour parents]

Hajime’sculture festival comes and goes. It goes fairly well in his opinion, even ifhis butler uniform ended up shrinking in the wash and it was too late to fix. He’spretty sure his pants were borderline indecent with how tight they were and thefact that he had felt far too many eyes on his ass and crotch region during theday was not comforting in the least. No real disturbances occurred though, other than when Chiaki came by and was recognizedby video game enthusiasts and Hope’s Peak admirers.

[thoughtu were doing a butler cafe not a host club]

[?????]

[[image]]

[Where didyou get that???]

[ihave my sources][could u not find pants that werent 3 szies too small?]

[It shrankin the wash okay][But oh god][Did I look that bad all day???][Kill me]

[udidn’t look bad][how many ppl asked u out this time?]

[None??][Though now I know why girls kept giggling when I turned my back][I don’t know if I can show my face at school again]

[theywere prob giggling cuz u have a nice ass]

[Ha ha]

[urnot ugly idiot][i bet tons of girls are crushing on u at school][nd guys][im surprised ur single]

[Shut up][If it’s a surprise anyone is single it’s you][You’re funny, snarky, smart, and really attractive][And you pretend like you’re relaly grumpy and antisocial][But when Chiaki talks about school and you come up you’re always taking part][And the fact that you’re secretly really toned][Like seeing those beach pictures on Koizumi’s fb][Oh my god][And your eyes][If they look that gorg in candid photos I don’t want to imagine in rl][And I’m just this normal whatever][Mediocre in every way]

[Uh][Pretend I never said all that?]

[didu fb stalk me on other ppl’s fb?][nd ask nanmi to spy on me for u?]

[No]

[Maybe][No to the spying][Maybe I would ask about you though?][I’m sorry]

[ur not mediocre][wanna talk about pretty eyes?][and secretly toned bodies?][if u wore clothes that didnt swallow u][ud be batting away pple who wanna date/fuck u][nd ur eyes are the ones that are gorg and unique][u have any idea how many times ive thought of wanting to see em in person?][nad how nanami talks about u all the time][i knew of u before the whole mistexting crap][but as nanmi’s annoying notboyfriend][and now i get hwy she praises u so much][anyone would be lucky to go out with you][ur stupidly nice and considerate][but also a sarcastic little shit u cant hate]

[You don’t need to say nice thingsto me just cuz I made a fool of myself just now]

[imflirting wth u dumbass]

[Oh]

Hajime is typing…

[uever gonna finish ur reply]

[I’mpanicking][Give me a break][I don’t know how to respond]

[fine][go on a date with me?][ y ( ) n ( )]

[How did Inever realize how dorky you are]

[fuckinjust anser or ill punch ur stupid face]

[Maybe I’drather you kiss it]

[andi’m a dork?][fucking loser]

[Shut up][You didn’t say no though]

[ustill havent answered me]

[You first]

[fucku i asked first]

[I askedsecond]

[HINATAI S2G I WILL SHANK U]

[I’m sorry][I default to annoying when im embbarsed and dont know waht im doing][I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you][So yes please]

[yesor no woulda been fine][dork]

“…”

“What?”Kuzuryuu finally snaps.

“This is a lot harder in person,”Hinata laughs weakly. And it really is. Especially because Kuzuryuu is even cuter in person and Hajime didn’tthink that could be possible. Also, the skinny jeans and casual button downcombo he’s sporting makes it hard for Hajime to look anywhere at the boy’s bodywithout blushing. He’d been so excited to finally meet up, expecting to fallinto conversation as easily as they do while texting, but one look at Kuzuryuuwaiting by the entrance of the movie theater, scowling at everyone who’d lookat him, had wiped most of the vocabulary in Hajime’s brain.

“Younever shut up when we text,” Kuzuryuu grumbles.

“It’snot my fault you’re even cuter in person and I forgot everything I wanted tosay.” Kuzuryuu scowls but he also turns redder than before. “See! If you canstop being so adorab—”

“Hinata,I swear if you call me c-cute or a—that, again you’ll wish I sent Peko afteryou.”

“Peko?”

Kuzuryuugives him a look that is equal parts fond and exasperated and a littlebewildered. “You could have found so much about me just from a few google searches.”

Hajimejust shrugs and looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I’d rather get to know youby actually talking to you.” When he looks up, Kuzuryuu’s facing away but notenough to completely hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are tinged a darkpink-red, especially since Hajime’s got a 22cm height advantage. Hajime grins.“C’mon, we’re going to be late for the movie.”

Whenhe reaches forward and grabs Kuzuryuu’s hands, he files away the squawkingnoise the shorter boy emits as he tugs him along towards the movie theater. Inall honesty, Hajime wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about the movie they saw –he believes it was an action flick – since Kuzuryuu decided to pay back the handholding with a game of gay chicken that led to some intense public displayingof affection. They’re lucky the theater was mostly empty and they chose seatstowards the back. Hajime’s mental notes of Kuzuryuu by the end of the movieinclude several points relating to the plushness of Kuzuryuu’s lips, the factthat Kuzuryuu’s palate is quite the sensitive spot, and that Kuzuryuu has totry extremely hard to remain quiet.

#ask #kuzuhina #hinata hajime #kuzuryuu fuyuhiko #sdr2 #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #anonymous #my writing #tumblr fic

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From @x-wearethefuture-x~

It wasn’t much, really. A box of chocolates. A dozen roses that were beautiful now but would wilt eventually. He’d been busy, he’d been broke, but Hyuk had done what he could. His intention had been to take her on a trip somewhere, but saving up was hard when work had been sparse. One more photoshoot, a wedding at the start of March, and he’d have saved up enough. It wouldn’t be anywhere too far, or too exciting, but a chance to escape for a few days together without any worries would be nice, wouldn’t it? And maybe it was good that he hadn’t bought tickets yet. It gave him a chance to ask Nayoung when she might be able to go without it interfering with anything she might already be doing. He’d have to ask her after he offered her the gifts. (Of course, he already knew which gifts she would like best considering both he and Chewbacca were wearing ribbons on their heads like they were a couple of extra presents for her!)

What actually mattered most, though, was the fact that he’d added a letter. Something he’d written all in one go, even though he knew he was no good with words. He didn’t want it to be edited or forced. Just… a natural progression of the thoughts he knew he wouldn’t have been able to say out loud without messing up, tripping over his own word. He’d almost tossed it away instead of adding it in, though. It was a little embarrassing. Maybe a little too cheesy, even. But he’d popped it into the red envelope and sealed it up at the last second so he couldn’t re-read it for the 10th time and convince himself to throw it out. Even if it was embarrassing, he was sure Nayoung would appreciate the attempt, anyway.

When she opened her door to let him in, Hyuk felt a flood of joy just at seeing her face. Sure, he’d seen her just yesterday, but that felt like a decade ago now. “Happy Valentine’s Day~” He chimed, offering her the few gifts as Chewie ran in, excited and bouncing about, “I have a question for you after all of this, by the way. Just… need to run something by you.” More specifically, when they might be able to go on a short vacation together. Call it a very belated Valentine’s Day gift.

The last thing Hyuk offered was the short letter. The action a bit hesitant. He shrugged though, trying to seem casual and collected, “I dunno. I’m not good at writing stuff but… I’m even worse at saying stuff out loud, so I thought this would be better than listening to me babble on like an idiot for the next few minutes.”

Nayoungie~ You and I both know that I’m not great at putting things into words. I’m a sensitive guy trapped in the body of a guy who just makes jokes all the time instead of ever actually saying anything important. It is my one flaw. That’s it. The only one. I’m totally perfect in every other way, of course! Ah- see, even in writing I’m cursed! I was going to restart the note entirely but you’d probably think it was weirder if there were no jokes at all. All that aside, I’m going to be serious here for a minute, so try not to laugh at me when I fail, okay? I don’t have the eloquence to say it all out loud without writing it down first, but I’m not even sure if I have the ability to put it into words at all. I want to try, though. I love you. I love the way you laugh at my stupid jokes. And the way your eyes light up when you smile. I love the feeling of your fingers in my hair when you know I’m having a rough day, and the sound of your voice bringing me back when I start to fall into the depths of my own mind. I love overhearing you humming a song to yourself and knowing that I’m catching a glimpse into parts of you that no one else is lucky enough to see. I love that you’re not shy around me, that from the very start you’ve always teased me back, made me work for your affection. You were worth the wait. Are always worth the wait. But you never make me wait too long, anyway. I love that you’re secretly the softest, sweetest, woman ever, and I love that I’ve gotten close enough to you to see that side of you in a way most people don’t get to. I love that you never leave bed in the morning without kissing me first, even if I’m still basically asleep. I also love that you know to expect morning kisses from me, too, even though I’m usually not the first of us to wake up because I’m lazy. I love that you’re a great mom to Chewbacca, and that you’re the Leia to my Han (let’s not count the sequels where they have a demon child and split up then Han gets murdered- we’re like the original trilogy otp! Maybe original canon EU novels a little bit?). I love that you just read all of that and probably shook your head a little and laughed quietly to yourself because you know that I try to pretend to be this really suave guy, but I’m just a big dork who watches too many movies and makes bad jokes and, above all else, adores you more than anything. I love you. I love every little thing about you. Even when your hair is a mess in the morning. Or you’re tired from a long day. I love you even when you’re angry with me, or disappointed with me, or feeling down about something. I love you when you tell me what’s wrong, because I know that you know you can trust me with anything. And I love that you always listen to me when I’m upset, too. And I love that, even though I’m anything but perfect, you still always manage to see the good in me and love me, too. You’re everything I could have ever hoped for and more. Like a dream come true (even though I know that sounds kind of cheesy, it’s true). I love you, Nayoung. For everything you are. For everything you ever will be. I love you. And I hope that someday I’ll be able to show you exactly how much you mean to me. -Hyuk <3

((Sorry this is so late;; Also sorry for typos or anything. And that it’s probably not the best thing I’ve ever written. But I really only meant to sent the letter part of it with only a tiny introduction, and then I got a little carried away and wrote more ^^; I hope you like it, anyway~ <3))

She’d barely woken up, the sun feeling dusty in her eyes as she blinked the open. A day off amongst the preparations for her exams and the extra shifts she’d taken at the library due to the longer opening hours. Never mind that it was Valentine’s day. If Hyuk asked, she had her reasons already prepared. She hadn’t taken the day off just to spend it with him. Nope. Nayoung grinned into her spoonful of cereal. How very tsundere of her. But, she supposed, Hyuk would probably be more surprised if she didn’t make a fuss about not actually wanting to see him. Idiot. The both of them were idiots.

When the knock at the door came she didn’t even bother worrying about her partial state of undress. It was past midday, but who cared? She half slid across her apartments shiny floors, her fluffy bed socks acting like ice skates. The overlarge sweater she’d worn to bed covered her wrists, her stomach. That was all that mattered. She tugged at the door, and there he was. In all his god damn beautiful glory. It was a good thing he knew how attractive he was otherwise Nayoung would have had to tell him every time they met, and that ego of his surely didn’t need any more stoking.

She smiled at him, blissfully dumb for the shortest moment. “Hi-” She began when her voice decided to make it’s way back to her. Chewie (because if she ever called him by his full name she would surely have to hide somewhere for a solid week) bounded in before Nayoung could say much else. She knelt down to briefly scratch at his ears before he ran ahead. When she stood up, she beckoned Hyuk to follow her in, taking the roses and chocolates wordlessly. God, roses were pretty. Even if there were cliche, she’d love the heck of them nonetheless. “You didn’t have to get me anything, dummy,” she chirped, putting the gifts down on the table and turning to Hyuk, only to find a letter being handed to her. She tilted her head like a cat who’d just heard a distant sound.

“I’d listen to you talk for a lot longer,” she said softly, “But if this is how I get to hear your words, I’m okay with that too.” Taking the letter with one hand, she took Hyuk’s hand in the other, pulling him down into her reading chair by the window so she could curl her legs over his lap. Then she put a finger to her lips to indict that he should be quiet as she read.

It was... like walking into his flower garden without really being there. It was his thoughts as plainly as she’d ever heard him speak them - or write them. And those words kept repeating in her head - I love you. I love you. I love you. All she could do was thinking them back. I love you morning, night and day. I love you whole and in every little piece. “I love the melody of you...” she whispered to herself. But he was close enough to hear. Her fingers traced over his words, the slight dips in the paper where he’d pressed too hard. They ran upwards, to the side of his face, her eyes following into she had his gaze held with hers. Good. He was looking at her. “I love you too.” Nayoung smiled. “I could play you better than any solo I know. But yes. You are a dork. And mine, if that’s okay. My dork.” And she buried her face in his chest, her arms wrapping around his middle with his letter still held tightly in them.

#( received; half blood. )#xwearethefuturex #( dreamer. )#[ *makes quiet crying noises* THESE DUMB BABIES #I'm so sorry it's taken me a while but I had a lot of feelings for them so I couldn't let this go unanswered~#You don't have to reply if you don't want to considering it's nearly a whole month late ;) ]#submission

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