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booksforevermore13 · 3 years

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Perhaps, it's the colours that started the story

Summary: The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.

They were supposed to see the colours together. Instead, she was the one who saw first.

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The colour she sees first is the colour of his eyes. Of the boy she singles out in the crowd, just barely eleven, she can tell, yet she doesn't know why she chose him, why when she sees him, she sees the colours.

His eyes are… they're this colour. This colour she's only heard of from her mother. But she doesn't know what it is, but it isn't black, it isn't white. It isn't grey like the trees. Or perhaps, they are and she doesn't know, because it's the first time she's seeing them. The colours.

But it starts with him.

"Mum," she breathes out, and her eyes are burning, she can hear her heart beating painfully fast, and nothing else. She's trying awfully hard not to cry, but it seems so impossible at the moment.

The boy doesn't see her, but she knows it's him.

"Yes, Ginny dear," she hears her mother say, but she knows her mum's not really listening to her.

"I can see them, Mum. I can see the colours."

Ginny doesn't think her mother hears her, but like a firework in the sky, her world suddenly explodes. She blinks once, twice, and when she opens her eyes the third time, she gasps, for she can see them.

She can see the colours.

His name is Harry, like the Harry she's heard stories of, and she's looking at him, taking all of him in, for he's here. He's finally here.

He wants to know how to get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

She can't bring herself to say.

Ginny doesn't know why she chose him, if it was his eyes, or because he was handsome - but because, for the first time in her life, Ginny finds herself silenced in his presence. The Ginny Weasley, the girl who had to be told to shut up a thousand times every day, had finally done so. And all because of him.

She wonders if he'd started seeing the colours too. Or maybe he just hadn't seen her yet.

She thinks it's a good time to step forward now. To make her seen.

"That red wall, dear? You need to walk right through it," her mother says. "Right in the middle."

"Um… I'm sorry ma'am," he gulps. "R-red? What wall?"

Ginny's heart sinks at that, but she still keeps on repeating to herself.

He just hadn't seen her yet.

Her mum frowns, and then as if realising something crucial to the story, like she had, she smiles. "You can't see the colours as well, can you, dearie? Our Ginny here too` can't see them."

I can see them now, Mum. I can see the colours.

Her mother pulls her in front, and Harry looks at her, grins, but there's no spark. No glint, no surprise, like she thought she'd see. She'd hoped she'd see. He doesn't see them.

He doesn't see the colours.

"Hello," he says, but she can't bring herself to say it back. She's too busy holding back tears.

His eyes don't seem so magical at the moment.

Why couldn't he see the colours too?

What did she do wrong?

"Can't you," she whispers, "can't you see them?"

"See what?"

"The colours."

He smiles ruefully, shrugs, as if it didn't matter to him. Ginny wants to scream at him, tell him it mattered to her, tell him she was seeing them, for the first time in her life, why wasn't he?

"Maybe I'm not meant to."

Her heart sinks, and she struggles not to cry, slowly slinking behind her mother's back.

After they all go home, her mum and her dad, and only her, she lies on her bed, late at night, and cries her eyes out.

…

The colours were simply hues of grey to lift her from her monochrome existence. Each one was like a subtle sea over the other, noticeable, but submissive to the stone underneath. She'd shown just a glimpse, just a fraction of her inner spirit, and he'd flocked to her like a lost child.

Except he wasn't the one lost. She was. He'd used that. He'd used her.

Once, he'd told her she was stupid. Stupid to be running after someone she couldn't reach.

Ginny agreed with him. She thought he was right.

"When are you going to stop clawing for something that's never going to happen?"

At least Tom had been right about something.

If she thinks about it, he'd been right about everything.

"When are you going to accept that you were the only one meant to?"

Sometimes, she doesn't know if it's his voice in her head or hers. If it's him speaking or her. She'd lost that ability months ago when she'd let him speak for her. When she'd let him be her.

She was never going to let anyone do that to her. Ever again.

And if that meant she'd have to let Harry go, then so be it. If she had to believe that that day, she'd been the only one with colours, then that would have to do.

"Soulmates don't exist, you silly girl."

She'd been stupid to believe they did.

…

Ginny moves on.

It takes time, but it's not just overnight you wake up and finally feel like yourself.

But fifth year, when she makes the Quidditch team, she feels this might be it.

Ginny knows she should have made it her second year. Not three years later. But second year, when her days had gone by with her mostly avoiding the looks of disgust she got in the corridors and the pity she didn't ask for from her professors, her brothers constantly looking over her every second of every day, tryouts had been a mere lingering thought in her mind. And if that hadn't been enough, the team hadn't been holding any that year.

In a way, her second year had been far worse than her first. In a way, it hadn't.

Ginny moves on though.

She moves on.

She can still see the colours. They haven't left yet. She doesn't think they ever will. It's the same with Harry. He's there, but he isn't. Not in the way she'd like him to be, but she figures, maybe it's just her screwed over. Maybe while putting two people together, they did her up wrong. She doesn't mind. Or maybe, she does.

Right now, she feels, the right word is indifferent.

That's why, when she kisses Dean, she does so, because she wants to. They're not soulmates, they could never be, but in all true sense, he's a good kisser, and she likes him.

And in all true sense, when he tells her he loves her, she's guilty because she knows she'll never really say it back. Even though he deserves to hear it. But she won't. She can't.

"Hey." Ginny turns around, grinning at Harry while he jogs over to her. "Sickle for your thoughts?" he says as he comes to a stop, and she tosses him his gloves, while she slipped on hers. All his years playing Quidditch had done him good, clearly, and once when, she had been the one taller than him, had turned into him standing well over a foot above her.

"Oh, you're going to need much more than a sickle," she teases, walking beside him to the castle grounds. She's early for practice, she nearly always is, and she suspects it's partly because she knows he'll be early too.

"I'm sure."

Ginny glances at him through the corner of her eye, wondering if he could see the colours now. It's been years since she'd asked him. She didn't want to now. Now, she never did.

"Lucky for you, I'm in the mood for some chit-chat," she continues, and he shoots her a mirthful glance, and Ginny wiggles her eyebrows.

"Lucky for me."

"Oh, you bet it is." She shoves him, and he laughs, his voice deeper than what it was before. It's more attractive too, she can't help but notice.

"I've a date with Dean today," she announces, beckoning him to set into a run. She easily keeps pace as they jog around the field, her, slightly tense as to his reply.

But he's silent. Ginny frowns. Her dates are usually a good conversation-starter for her brother, and Harry isn't much different from him. She'd expected him to at least balk, like the numerous times Ron had done.

"That usually requires a reply, you know?"

"Do you want to go?" Harry asks, surprising her, and she looks at him, appearing to be amused when she really wasn't.

If she had been in the mood to be truthful, she'd have said no. Ginny didn't want to go. Not with Dean Thomas.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

They're silent then. They're silent after. Ginny can't help the tugging feeling in her gut, that's pushing her to ask that one question, that single piece of information that she's been dying to know since… forever. But she won't, because it's been years since she'd chased something she couldn't reach and she wasn't going to do it again.

But in the end, she wins. Tom loses.

"Can you see them?" she asks finally. "The colours?"

It's like a flash, like a jolt. His expression changes, and he grins at her, his ridiculously handsome boyish grin, and she's almost dreading the answer because she knows what it's going to be. Because she knows this is where she finally learns she's not the one.

"I do," he says, and his grin widens. "I can see all of them."

She nods, smiling at him, when really, she feels crushed, defeated.

She chose him. Evidently, they didn't share the same equation.

"I do want to," she says finally, "go on that date with Dean."

Ginny turns away after, blinks back tears.

...

Ginny wasn't a Seeker.

She was a damn Chaser.

She didn't catch the Snitch.

She caught the Quaffle.

So, the fact that she currently had a bright, golden Quaffle, clasped in her fingers while she lay squat in the middle of the field was something that she should be positively yelling about.

And yet, she sits still, Snitch clasped in her fingers, for really, yelling is the last thing she wants to do now. All she can really do is look at it.

And all she can think is that if this was what it felt, catching the Snitch, holding it taught against her palm, its wings fluttering against her skin, then she finally understood why Harry did it. The thrill he felt. The thrill she feels now. She's felt it before when she beat out Cho for it, but this, this feels different. This feels more real somehow.

And then she hears yelling, and she's laughing, yelling along, as Peakes and Coote lifts her up in the air, as she raises her hand, showing her team the golden snitch.

This, this is where she belongs. Where she's meant to be.

Ginny jumps down, letting Peakes and Coote pull her into a hug, pulling Ron into one herself, and through all of it, every single smile, and every single laugh, part of her is just dying to see Harry. Part of her just wants to tell him that she caught the bloody Snitch.

So, when she sees him, at the bottom of the stairs of the boy's dormitory, she laughs, and sets into a run, and as she launches herself at him, he pulls her close by her waist, and kisses her. In front of fifty watching Gryffindors, he kisses her, his lips like a dream against hers, as she wraps her arms around him.

And after several long moments, when they do finally break apart, she's laughing, startled, of course, but she's laughing. She's happy.

Harry grins down at her, his green eyes like the tinted glass jars her mother kept at home (as if he was already part of her home), and gestures wordlessly at the door.

She's smiling, but when she nods, she allows him to guide her away.

…

"I see the colours," he tells her as the Common Room door closes behind them.

She smiles, walking along beside him, letting the walls guide them to the grounds.

"When did you see them?"

"I don't know. One day, I just did."

She smiles harder, not knowing if she could ever quite stop. Harry's looking at her, as if he's waiting for her to say something, but she doesn't. So he goes on.

"I think… i-it was while I was at the Burrow," he says, "or, I don't know, but I saw you, and then I saw your eyes. I saw brown, this warm chocolate brown and then it sort of, just —"

" - exploded," she said for him.

"Yeah."

He asks her now, for it's his turn. "When did you see them?"

Ginny smiles ruefully, glancing away at that. She isn't so sure if she should reveal it, for revealing that would mean sharing something that had haunted her for as long as she could remember. It was the first time she had felt unwanted, like an extra piece in a puzzle.

For her, finding her soulmate had always meant that one thing in one's life that would make them feel as if they'd found their other someone. It was what her mother had told her when she was young, it was what her mum had felt when she'd met Dad.

But at that time, hers had been anything but.

"I… uh, same," she stammers. "It happened out of nowhere."

"No, it didn't," Harry shoots her a mirthful glance. And then, like clockwork, his smile turns into a frown. "It… wasn't at the train station that day, was it?" he asks. "The day we first met?"

Ginny offers him a weak smile, and she supposes it's answer enough, as he breathes in sharply, eyes holding horror, surprise, she couldn't say.

"All this time?"

She shrugs, looking away. "It wasn't up to me," she says, her eyes prickling with tears. "I saw you," she laughs it off, for it's what she's always done, "and then my whole world turned upside down."

"You never said anything."

"How could I? I saw the colours, but you never did."

Harry stops her, grabs hold of her hand, and holds it tight, his hand warm against her cold ones, and she laughs, because kissing him might have felt like a dream, but being with him, here, with her hand locked in his, was hers.

"I'd have tried," he says, "I'd have done anything," and his eyes hold fire she's rarely seen, but that fire, it doesn't burn. It never has.

"We were eleven, Harry," she smiles, slipping her fingers through his. "I didn't even know what love was when I met you. I still don't."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I still am."

Ginny laughs, and she bends forward, kissing him like he'd kissed her before, and it's a kiss where she feels stirring in her chest, warm and curious, like she had felt back in the common room. It's a kiss that makes her want another.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he whispers against her lips, and she smiles, before he kisses her again.

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A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, it's among dust and grey. It's among pain and anguish. It's when they're trying hard not to cry, it's when they're trying their best to stay together.

"Are you hurt?" he says urgently, between kisses. "Gin, are you hurt?"

"No, Harry, it's okay, I'm fine."

He breathes out in relief, his lips getting tenser as they stay against hers, until Ginny has to pull away, make him look into her eyes.

"It's over, okay?" she says, holding his face gently, her thumb running over the bruises along his jaw. "It's over."

He looks at her then, and his face crumbles, and Ginny has to breathe in, in sharp gasps as his tears break loose, but hers don't. They slide down against the broken remnants of a wall, and she's hiding her face in his shoulder, as he cries into her lap.

"I'm sorry," he says, over and over again, and Ginny feels her heart breaking, everytime he says so. "This isn't what I wanted," he sobs, "I never wanted them to die."

"This isn't your fault," she whispers, but at this point, she can barely say anything without her voice breaking.

"I'm so sorry," he says again, and Ginny wipes away her tears furiously against his shirt, pulling him up by her hands.

"Hey," she says, "hey, hey." Ginny lifts his face, wiping away his tears as hers break loose. "You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me, Harry? This is not your fault."

Her voice cracks, and his face falls, and this time, it's him that pulls her in for a hug, as she rests her face against his chest, lets his shirt soak in her tears, while she feels his own against her head.

A year and a half later, when she kisses him again, among the dust and the grey, she knows it just might be for forever.

...

The life she has, it's the life she chose.

The boy she singled out in the crowd, just eleven years old - she picked him out, not because he was famous, but because he had, in the short span of an infinitely long ten seconds, taught her the art of shutting up. That he had, in the course of her life, made her feel like fireworks and danger.

Ginny marries him, builds a family with him, even though she knows it's a risk, but Harry's well worth the risk.

So, one night, a couple of years later, as Harry sits beside her on the couch, her head resting against her shoulder, while he half-pretends to read something about work, when really, he's doing that weird thing and looking at her, Ginny looks up at him and can't help but ask: why did you suddenly fall in love with me?

And it is a moment of quiet, a moment where really his answer is all she's waiting for, among the crackling fire in front of them, the sweet smell of bacon lingering in their kitchen, the steady beat of his heart against his chest, and them, as Harry drops a kiss into her hair.

"It's because when I saw you, I saw the colours. I saw all of them."

...

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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My best friend, my p*rn

▸Johnny x camgirl!reader (cam girl au, best friends to lovers) ▸ 2,103k words ▸ Fluff, Smut ▸ Cam girl reader, prostitution, online bidding, heavy making out, lots of kissing, lots of touching, fingering, mentions of oral sex male receiving, oral sex female receiving, mentions of sex ▸ Requested, see anon message at the end of this drabble.

Being a cam girl is something you’re not proud of but it pays the bills and puts food on the table. Bringing pleasure to other people is not the best idea but you kinda like what you do and it’s like living a double life where in reality you’re this simple college student but when you’re live or on-air, you’re very popular that girls and boys beg for you.

Of course, the only person you trust knowing your double life is your best friend Johnny, whom you don’t is madly and deeply in love with you ever since the two of you became close friends. When you told him that you’re a cam girl, Johnny supported you all the way and became a regular to the point that he has become your anonymous generous tipper.

“User chicag0127 is being generous again- wow. I’m speechless. Thank you”

Tonight is kind of a special broadcast because you hit 100k followers and you have a surprise for everyone. “To celebrate our first milestone, I’m gonna hold an auction online, the highest bidder will be featured two times during my live stream this month....”

Upon hearing what you’re saying right now, Johnny cannot believe what has gotten into your head. Then he remembered, you were three semesters late on your tuition and the school might not let you graduate. “Fuck- you could end up with a creep! Fuck- Savings savings” he was quick to check his savings and easily closed the deal with you. He was sweating the entire time, scared that maybe the next higher bidder next to him might win you, but Johnny was successful.

“Sorry folks, but as expected, user chicag0127 is the higher bidder. I guess you will see us on my next live then!...”

After your live stream, you are more than thankful for chicag0127. The money went straight to your college tuition and now you can relax and not worry about the school holding you up for graduation. That night, you told Johnny what happened through text and waited for his reply before you go to bed.

You: were graduating together! That user that I was telling you, just covered my whole tuition.

The smile on Johnny’s face and the happiness that he felt was priceless, knowing that he could help his true love.

Johnny: Why didn’t you come to me in the first place? You know that I have money saved from my internship right? And idk where to spend it haha!

He jokes so he won’t sound suspicious.

You: it’s your money Johnny, you earned that because you worked hard during your internship.

And that night, you slept like a baby knowing that all is well.

One week later

You were sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only your silk robe and nothing else underneath. Any minute now, user chicag0127 will arrive and you're very much excited to meet your anonymous bidder. When the doorbell rang, you opened the door with a flirty smile that’s replaced with a confused expression when you see Johnny in front of you.

He was quiet. He was waiting for you to realize.

Then....

“Y-you’re”

“chicag0127”

“R-right... because you’re from Chicago and you’re Korean... fuck- I mean, come in, welcome. D-do you want coffee?”

Johnny went inside the hotel room quietly and without saying a word. To be honest, he didn’t know what to do too, like you, he’s confused and nervous. But would you rather see a stranger? So he balled up his courage and confronted you.

“You sit on my lap whenever I’m busy playing games on my phone, kiss me good morning whenever we have sleepovers, heck I already saw you naked because you don’t close your room whenever you dress up and you will say it’s completely fine-“ he breathes heavily and combs his black hair with his fingers, “I don’t understand why are you like this all of a sudden. I can leave you, know? But you can't disappoint your fans”

“Right we cant” you don’t know why Johnny feels like he’s a stranger now but you suck it up and remind yourself that Johnny paid for this. “You paid for this” you added while fluffing the pillow.

“Hey. I did not do it because I want to take advantage of you I did it because you could end up with a pervert a drug addict or an abuser” he points his fingers at you and sat on the bed with a heavy sigh.

“You’ve been tipping me for months!” You bite back, “Fine-Okay okay I get it. Uhm... wear this they can only see our lips, bodies, and not our faces” you hand him the silk mask that’s similar to what you’re using.

“This is our first day so kissing and touching only no more, no less,” you said, and upon explaining the instructions to Johnny, he proceeds to strip in front of you. Unbuttoning his dress shirt and looking so hot like he always does. You gulp when he’s only wearing his black pants in front of you, ready to remove his belt and his pants.

“On the second day, oral sex, however you like it. 69, blow job in the shower, anything then that’s it-oh and one more important thing. No talking you can whisper and make sounds but no talking for your safety. People might recognize you”

After explaining what’s needed, you dimmed the lights, closed the curtains, and setup the camera.“The live will automatically stop in thirty minutes”

“So we can kiss and touch for a whole thirty minutes?” He asked.

“Yes”

“I paid all my savings and thirty minutes is all I get?” He murmurs but you didn’t hear it. You pat the space on the bed next to you as you wait for the live to start automatically in five minutes. When he’s right beside you, waiting for your next move the room is cold and silent as he watches you remove your silk robe. He has seen your boobs far too many times, but this time it’s special like he’s seeing it for the first time again. ‘I'm sorry, he mouthed’ thinking maybe this is hard for you because you’re best friends.

‘It's okay,’ you mouth back because you would rather be with Johnny than a creep.

Slowly your faces move closer until your lips touch but not kissing yet. Johnny gave you a peck as if he’s testing the waters, then gave you another but this time it’s longer, and then another but this time his hand cups your face. It was a filthy kiss and you didn’t expect that Johnny is a good kisser. His tongue is sinful in so many ways. The way it swirls around your tongue, whenever he sucks your tongue leaves you breathless, his grip on your face is getting tighter and you feel his cock poking your thigh.

So with all your bravery, you put your hand inside his boxers briefs and palmed his cock while he kisses you. Slowly, he began to start touching you softly, running his fingers on your shoulders to your nipples until you shiver at his touch, making you stop kissing him and bite your lower lip. Johnny is amused and happy because you like what he’s doing to you.

While kneading your boobs, he started kissing you on your neck, licking you like you’re his favorite ice cream, and doing soft moaning sounds. He kissed you all over your body, making you feel loved and protected by him as always.

“Is this fine?” He whispered oh so quiet beside your ear and slowly run his finger on your very wet slit. Johnny’s finger slides up very smoothly because of your juices, he got excited because he can make you wet like this. You nod your head ‘yes’ and spread your legs a little more for Johnny and the viewers and with that, he finger fucked you before he ran out of time. Feeling his thick fingers go inside and outside of your cunt slowly. It feels so fucking good.

“Ten minutes” you whispered and kissed him again. You feel his smile in between kissing while he feels you getting near because you’ve clenching and unclenching around his finger.

The alarm on your live started beeping and the live is automatically cut off.

No one stopped when the live was over. You kept kissing Johnny and Johnny made you cum using his fingers. When you finally calmed down, Johnny kept you close and apologized. Until now he doesn’t know if you’re doing this with him because you’re actually loving it, or you’re doing this because he paid for it.

“Warm bath?” He offered.

You giggle and hugged him back like you used to, “we didn’t have sex you jerk.... but sounds good”

He gets out of bed and effortlessly scoops you from your comfort and brought you to the bathroom. The shower with Johnny turned every awkward situation around because he made you laugh the whole time you two were taking a shower. Singing different songs and thinking of what you should eat for dinner.

The next day, you and Johnny are laying in bed together enjoying the quietness of the hotel room like you guys did not do something filthy last night. Lips on your forehead hands at the back of your head, you hear his steady heartbeat and you’re actually happy that he is the one who did it.

You’re not with user chicag0127, you’re with Johnny. Things might take time but what he’s doing for you is heartwarming and stupid all the same time.

Second day

Johnny had a few ideas for day two. For starters, he really wanted to fuck your mouth and cum inside it. But it doesn’t feel right doing it to you, he loves you way too much for a thousand people see him do that to you. So he decided he’ll just tire you out the whole thirty minutes.

Your legs are perfectly spread and Johnny’s fingers spread your pussy lips as he licks up and down on your slit. It’s been a good twenty minutes already and your legs feel like jelly after cumming two times. When he felt your legs shaking and you’re breathing heavily, he stopped and kissed you all the way until he reaches your lips and automatically cups your boobs. You feel his very hard cock poking your thigh like he’s going to put it inside you any minute.

Surprisingly, you feel the tip of his head glide on your slit and you gave him a push as a warning but your strength is nothing compared to Johnny’s. “I will not put it in. Trust me on this” he whispered to you.

Nervous, but his lips calmed you in an instant, you trusted Johnny with his plan and let him do whatever he wants.

He continued to grind and gliding his cock on your wet slit and you are very thankful that you trusted him. You smile when he rolls his hips, you grip Johnny’s shoulders when you started being sensitive and then you don’t know what has gotten into you but you rolled your hips and put his head inside your cunt. You kissed him as you grind underneath him and he did not expect that from you.

He noticed you’re liking it too much, so he stopped then the alarm beeps and you thought he was regretting it. You let out a heavy sigh and covered yourself with the thick sheets, avoiding Johnny’s gaze.

“I stopped because I didn’t want any cameras involved when we do it”

Johnny started kissing your exposed shoulder, your neck, and your lips until he earns a smile from you. “let's go out on a date. A proper date. I’ve been always in love with y/n, and I’m sorry we have to get to this part first. I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for using your work to express my feelings to you”

The way Johnny confessed to you is something you will never forget. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more so there's no harm in giving this a chance. You kissed him and invited him under the covers with you, “Let’s have a house date, we can cook. No more expensive stuff please, you’ve given so much money for the past few months” you rake your fingers through his hair and boops his noise.

“Anything for you” he smiled and reached for your lips again.

That night, you and Johnny stayed in the hotel bed and ordered ramen for dinner.

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rhenuvee · 4 years

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“Your Tip, Love.” (Fred Weasley x reader)

A/N: Can students get part-time jobs...? Idk but just go with it dude.

Taglist: @obsessedwithrandomthings

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Why did your mom tell you to get a job? You weren’t poor, nor was this to look good or have work experience. She just hated when you had nothing to do at Hogwarts. It didn’t have to be a good job, but your mom knew that if you didn’t have anything to do you’d die of boredom.

And that’s why you’ve been working at Honeydukes starting this year. On the contrary, standing in the middle of the shop and offering samples of candies seemed to lose your interest very quickly throughout the weeks. At least you got discounts on the candies.

“(Y/n)! Could you get me a Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans- pretty please?”

“No!”

Unfortunately, it was highly embarrassing when your friends burst into the shop and demanded free candies from you. Even worse if you see a classmate or someone you worked on an assignment with. Every Saturday, it was a ritual of you crossing your fingers and praying to every great wizard you didn’t see a familiar face and make it awkward.

This Saturday, it seemed to be going fairly well. The customers who were willing to try a sample were very nice, and no one you knew came in. Ahh, today was going to be-

“George hurry up!”

You froze. You recognized that voice- you definitely spoke too soon.

Fred Weasley, you definitely knew him, who wouldn’t? Famous prankster along with George and Lee. One of Gryffindor’s star beaters. And you for sure wouldn’t forget him after that one time you were paired with him to do that assignment in potions.

You remember awkwardly walking to the table for you to work together. You felt sweaty- did you stand too far or too close to him? He did help you which was the opposite of his usual antics. Except you noticed from the corner of your eyes that he was grinning the whole time... why was this important?

You did not realize until your friend flat out told you- they thought you liked him, and that he liked you. They somehow noticed how smiley he was around you- which you did have to admit was out of place because y’all were in potions! And of course they saw your awkward and knew how clammy your hands would get when you were nervous. It was a day of relentless teasing.

But back to a present time problem- Fred, George and Lee had just walked into the store. They were bound to see you, you were practically a sitting duck.

Your panic mode gave you three options:

Fight - “Hi Fred!” but who were you kidding, your confidence was level 0.

Flight - Run away and have Mr. and Mrs. Flume scold you? Plus, wouldn’t that make you a tad dramatic?

Freeze - And then you could-

“Are those chocolate frogs?” asked Lee Jordan. You were snapped out of your thoughts and your face started to get hot instantly.

“Um, yeah would you like one?” you said shyly stretching out the tray of sweets.

“Free samples? Wicked.” The boys each took one chocolate frog from the tray and started to browse around the shop for any other sweets that interested them.

You weren’t able to see Fred’s reaction to seeing you, but knowing that he didn’t say anything made you guess that he didn’t recognize you, or something along those line. You turned your head in the boys’ direction. They were distracted by the shelves of candies and were not making things awkward with you.

You sighed a breath of relief and checked the watch on your left wrist. Your shift was almost done, and you could finally return to your dorm and flop on the bed.

The three boys paid for their treats and left the store. You took one last glance at them as they exited and then back to your watch.

“Hey (y/n).” You lifted your head to come to sight of Fred, who was in the middle of holding the door slightly open for himself.

“It was nice seeing you.” he said with a wink. With that he left, and you seemed to still be initiating the third panic mode option with your jaw dropped. Did Fred Weasley just say it was nice to see you?!

The moment Mr. Flume bid you goodbye for the week, you bolted back to the castle immediately.

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It was another Saturday at Honeydukes. Fred had not said anything to you about last week, and you were grateful. Little did you know, that older Weasley twin had a plan.

“(Y/n)!” shouted your friend Maya.

“Oh hi Maya!” you said surprised that she came to Honeydukes.

“Just wanted to visit, wouldn’t want you to be lonely.” she joked. You rolled your eyes playfully. You couldn’t deny it though, you did enjoy when your friends made a bit of time to be with you at your shift.

You were talking for a bit, until you saw who you did and did not want to see. You watched with wide eyes as Harry, Ron, Hermione and the twins entered the store.

“Hey isn’t that Fred Weasley? The guy you get all nervous around?” she whispered in your ear.

“Maya!” you scolded attempting to bump into her with your tray of sweets.

“Oh I see how it is...” she winked in amusement of the scowl on your face. She then went to the shelves in the back.

“Maya where are you going?” you asked almost frantically.

“Hm? Oh nothing, these chocolates look really interesting...” she said clearly putting on an act to seem busy. You were definitely going to get her back for that.

“Are those sugar quills free samples?” asked a voice which made you turn your head back to the front. You came to face Ron Weasley, who you knew as the twins’ younger brother.

“Yeah, feel free to take one.” You tried to sound less shaky, you hoped it worked. Ron’s eyes widened and started taking a few quills.

“Ronald!” scolded Hermione hitting his arm. Ron was taken aback. “She said take one, not an all you can eat buffet!”

“Alright I’m sorry!” Ron said slightly embarrassed.

“It’s okay, really!” you said trying to reassure them, you didn’t want to make it more weird. Hermione shook her head at him as Harry and the twins were snickering. They all parted ways within the store, except Fred didn’t budge.

“Sorry about my brother.” he said sheepishly.

“It’s fine, it’s no big deal anyway.” you said. Your heart was pounding, the fact that you uttered a full sentence to Fred was an accomplishment.

“What’s a girl like you doing, working at Honeydukes?” Fred asked while picking up one of your sugar quills.

“Oh, my mom doesn’t like when I don’t have anything to do. I mean it’s fine really, I get a discount on candy.” you explained. “W-what about you?”

“Me? Well rumour has it that there’s a really cute girl who works at Honeydukes who displays the sweets every Saturday.” he said smirking. Your face went beet red- he was talking about you?!

“R-really...?” you asked attempting to sound oblivious.

“Yes, and she’s especially cute when she gets all quiet around me.” He was making you more embarrassed than intended. Way for him to call you out sis. You were about to say something, but the trio and George finished paying for their candies and were heading out.

“Fred, stop flirting, let’s go!” called George holding the door open for him. Your brain was going haywire- Fred Weasley flirting with you?? Fred chuckled.

“Be patient you prat.” George rolled his eyes in return. You watched as Fred fished in his pockets for coins and placed them on your display tray.

“Your tip, love.” he said. He bent down to your height and kissed your cheek. You were left with the feeling of his soft lips on your face. You couldn’t utter a single word out. Fred waved at your paralyzed state and left with George shaking his head and laughing at his twin’s romantic gesture.

“Oh my god...” said a voice behind you. You turned your head slowly and saw Maya.

“Maya! What the fu-”

“Did Fred just kiss you?!” she squealed. She looked more excited than you.

“I-” you couldn’t even English at this point. You knew she was going to tease you for this big time, so you had to change the subject. “Maya, did you really take ten minutes to admire those chocolates in the back?”

“Yes.”

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Your shift was almost done for today, however your heart was fluttering the whole time thinking of Fred. Oh god, how were you supposed to face him now?

Suddenly you heard a thump coming from the cellar of the store. You didn’t go down there often, so you felt a little uneasy when you walked in slowly to check.

“Mr. Flume? Mrs. Flume?” you called out quietly. No answer. You looked left and right, there was nobody you could see.

Your whole body did a small jump as you saw a tile on the floor move. The tile kept moving until you saw it lift and move to the side. You were shocked to see Fred emerge.

“Oh hello love.” he said casually.

“Fred! What are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled as you went to help him get out. As soon as he stepped out, he dusted off his clothes.

“I missed you.” he said a smirk playing on his lips. Fred making you flustered twice in one shift? Your heart couldn’t take it.

“S-stop playing with me, why did you- no, how did you come here?! What was that?!” you asked pushing him up the stairs back to the shop. He purposely resisted a little to make your life harder. As soon as you both reached the top of the stairs, he leaned against wall.

“Didn’t know you spoke that much, (y/n).” he teased. You groaned.

“Fred, I already saw you this morning, why are you-”

“Go on a date with me.” You backed into the doorway from hearing what he had just asked you. You noticed that there wasn’t a playful grin on his face, but instead looked almost worried.

“Okay.” you said smiling.

“Okay?” he asked repeating your reply. You realized how short and blunt your answer seemed. No wonder you’ve been single all this time.

“I-I mean yes! I’d love to go on a date with you.” you said shyly. He walked over to your small form and lightly pinned you against the wall.

“Can I kiss you then?” he asked brushing your jawline with this thumb. You managed to nod in response. With that, he closed the remaining gap between you and locked his lips with yours.

The kiss made you dizzier ten times more than the simple peck from hours ago. And bloody hell was he a good kisser. Your arms went up to link around his neck, bringing him closer and deepening the kiss.

“Um (y/n), it’s the end of your shift you and your boyfriend can leave now...”

You both broke off immediately in embarrassment as you recognized the voice as Mrs. Flume. She was standing awkwardly behind the cashier. Oh god, you were going to get fired for sure.

“...I told him to use the front door but he just had to pull a Santa Clause-“ The three of you turned your heads to the door to see Lee and George mid sentence stopping to see you and Fred with your hands on each other and Mrs. Flume catching you in the act.

“Oh my- Mrs. Flume we’re so sorry!” said George pretending to be scared and apologizing a million times.

“Yes yes it will never happen again!” shouted Lee being just as dramatic.

“You know how couples get..” said George pushing you and Fred out the door quickly.

“U-uhm I’m so sorry Mrs. Flume, S-see you next week!” you stuttered out without even looking her in the eye. As you stopped outside you panted as Fred was giggling the entire time.

“Why are you laughing? Fred!” you said playfully slapping him on the arm as he continued laughing.

“Oh Merlin, (y/n) you don’t know how funny that was- your reaction was adorable!”

“You should be glad, we saved both your arses.” Said Lee proudly with George nodding along.

“Now you can finally go on your date!” Said George cheerfully. “But if I see you both snogging when you get back I won’t be there to save either of you again.”

You blushed at the thought of you and Fred snogging again. Fred scoffed and waved them off. He took your hand in his as you started to walk on your date.

“By the way, I don’t care what George says. There will be snogging, a hundred percent.”

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From a Distance (E.Pettersson x Reader)

Chapter 5

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A/N: I have finally graduated!! now I have time so I can work on this until its finished, and trust me, it won't take too long, I'll release the other chapters on a faster, more regular basis since I don't have much else to do, and cause I've had the plan and ideas for the rest of this story for so long. I thank you for your patience with me and I hope y'all love it!! And as always Ash is my savior and I love her @imagines-r-s

change in POV is signalized by:

Y/N= regular ELIAS= italics

(any other info is on the masterlist)

Warnings: cursing, Mentions of Psych, baby & baby talk, loving of dogs, goalie being essentially psychic

Words: 3.3k

Summary: some reflecting on prior events happens.

Well, it has been quite the day for you. You never would have thought anything like this could have happened. “Freaking out” isn’t strong enough to describe your current state. You need to talk to someone, god you’re so happy right now. So you call Quinn.

“Hey, Quinny!”

“Sup Y/N/N?” he answers

“I’m picking up from work, and I'm about to head home, where you will be there too, with a bottle of our favorite wine and some take-out.”

“Got it, something important happened?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” you still couldn't stop smiling.

“Ok how important, expensive wine or REALLY expensive wine?”

“Uhhh in between,” you decided.

“Ahhh ok, can't wait. See you there, bye!!”

“Bye, Huggy”

You finish packing up and text Brock to tell him that you and Quinn are having a wine night, to make sure he knows to be somewhere else.

As you’re walking out, you call Holly.

“Hey, Babe!”

“Howdy!”

“God I always forget you interned in Dallas,” she says laughing.

“You pick that shit up quickly, I’m telling you. even the Fins were saying 'y'all'"

“So what’s up?” She asks.

“Are you free tonight, cause I have some very big news so it’s a wine night.”

“Umm, let me see if Bo wants to have the guys over and watch Gunnar” you hear her call her husband and ask him. “He said sure!”

“Okie Dokie! Text Quinn that you’re coming too, so he knows to get your usual from the take-out place” you tell her.

“Will do, and Y/N/N?" she says before you hang up.

“Yep?”

“Do you want me to grab ice cream?” She asks, already knowing your answer.

“Of course!”

“Ok, see you there” she hangs up.

You drive home jamming out to your music, as everyone should. You still can’t believe what happened today. It feels like it happened last week but it also feels like you never left that break room. Hopefully, Elias won’t mind that you’re telling Quinn and Holly. As long as you tell them not to say anything to the other guys, all should be well.

Once you get home, the dogs greet you at the door, “Oh hi! Hi sweeties! Oh yes, yes hi Coolieee, oh you’re such a cutie,” you drop your bags and get down on your knees to get on their level. When you get on your knees, Milo knows it means you want him to hug you, so he hops up and puts his paws on your shoulders. “Hi, hi, hi, oh thank you for the hugs. Oh yes auntie loves you soooooo much mmwwaaa”

Quinn is there and has everything set up and ready to go, so you change into your sweats and grab your blanket, and sit next to Quinn on the couch, grabbing your glass of wine and food before you sit down. Now you just have to wait for Holly

“Sooo, what’s the news?” Quinn asks you.

“Holly isn’t here yet, we have to wait.”

”Oh so it’s that good?” He raises his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” You question, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, when the news isn’t that important you usually don’t care if she hears it after me, or I hear it after her. But when it’s super important news, you have the other one wait.”

“Hmm, well then yeah. It’s pretty fuckin’ great, I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling for like 5 hours.”

Just then Holly comes in the door with Gus under one arm and a grocery bag full of ice cream in her other hand, “hi puppies, yes I have your friend with me”

“Oh! Hi Burton!!” You say with your puppy voice.

“Ok, why do you call him Burton? I never understood that.”

“It’s from one of my favorite shows!” You exclaim

“Y/N/N I don’t know if you know this but you, your brother, and Quinn all have like 50 “favorite TV shows” I’m gonna need you to say more than that,” she says to you as she grabs her food from the counter, and heads to the couch. She sits on the side of you not occupied by Quinn.

“Ok, rude,” Quinn sassed.

“It’s from Psych. One of the main characters is called Gus, but his first name is Burton, and the police chief and one of the detectives calls him by his full name which is Burton Guster, so there.”

“Got it.”

“Ok, Holly no more distractions,” Quinn starts, sticking his tongue out at her, she returns the gesture. “So what’s the important news?”

“Oh, you didn’t tell him yet! So it’s really important!” she says.

“Hmm, I guess I do do that,” you realize, “I would actually like you guys to guess” you take a bite of your food, smugly. Knowing neither of them would even have an idea of what to guess.

“Hmmm,” Quinn hums, he looks like he has a mischievous grin “does it have to do with a certain Swede?”

“Wha-“ you choke on your bite of food, Quinn is giggling at your reaction, “the fuck? How’d you know that?”

“Well umm, a certain brother of yours may have asked me if he should do that plan.”

“Why would you do that?’ you whined, upset at your friends for teaming up on you. You couldn’t imagine what you would’ve done if that plan didn’t work out the way it did today.

“Did it work?” He asked with a grin.

“That’s not the point, asshole!”

“See but it worked! He doesn’t hate you anymore, now you can flirt your ass off and make him see you as more than a friend” he tells you.

You laugh, he has no idea what happened in that break room.

“Ok, I’m out of the loop here, what happened?” Holly interjects

“Ok, well my idiot brother and apparently my asshole best friend came up with this plan-“

“Actually Marky and Thatch knew about it too,” he stops you from interrupting, “AND, to be fair, you can’t blame Brock for going to us. I mean I’m your best friend, and the goalies are just good at planning and doing crazy things”

“WELL. Those dicks that I call my closest friends and family, decided it was a good idea to lock me in one of the Canucks break rooms with Elias fucking Pettersson because he hated me and they wanted us to get along”

Holly starts laughing, “oh my god, they did not” she continues to laugh and Quinn joins her. You roll your eyes at them both.

“Yes, they did. I was not a happy camper. But it worked out and he doesn’t hate me.”

“See, I knew it would work! And like I said, now you can work your moves and get him to like you as more than just a friend.” He grins again.

You grin “Oh, also that’s the other part.” You take a long sip of your wine, both Holly and Quinn stared at you wide-eyed, waiting for you to finish, “turns out he’s a great kisser”

“I’m sorry,” Quinn said softly, he took a breath “WHAT?”

“Yeah, would you like more details?”

“Fucking- yeah,” they said simultaneously.

You went on to explain the events that happened in that incredible breakroom

“How the fuck did he keep that a secret, and why?” Quinn exclaimed, clearly confused that he didn't know something so big about who he considers one of his best friends.

“I don't know, but both of you have to absolutely promise me that you won't tell literally anyone else, ok? Not Bo, not Brock, not Demer, Stech, Marky, nobody!”

“Yeah, yeah that's fine,” Holly said, waving her hand in dismissal, wanting to get past that and know more. “So how do you feel?”

“Like the luckiest girl in the world,” you said while giggling with a big smile.

“Y/N/N. I’m so happy for you.” Quinn says with a genuine smile.”

“Ok, enough about me. How were your days?”

“Not as interesting as yours, but Gunnar and I spent the whole day out and about with Bo, and now I’m having a great wine night with you guys so it’s been a pretty amazing day.”

“Yeah, well I spent the whole day waiting for Y/N to come to kill me cause I thought she’d find out I had something to do with that whole situation,” Quinn says.

“Well let me just tell you, Hughes, if it hadn’t ended up the way it did, I may have had a few words for you.”

“I know, that’s why I was panicking the whole day”

“OH MY GOD” Holly shouted as she looked at her phone

“What, what’s wrong?” You ask

“Umm, you are going to LOVE this shit, Y/N/N”

She thrusts her phone in your face. When you look down you see a picture of Elias holding Gunnar, with a toy you hadn’t seen before. Elias looks so happy, looking down at the baby Horvat. Then there’s another alert on Holly's phone, “ohmygod,” you mumble. The alert is another text from Bo, it’s a video this time. You press play. In the video Elias is playing with Gunnar, using a high-pitched baby voice “oh yes you love your new toy that the best uncle in the world got you! Yes, you do cause I’m your very favorite, yes I am. You are just so cute, so lucky you got your looks from your mama, yes you are.”

From behind the camera, you can hear Bo, “Hey, have you looked at him, he looks just like me”

“Daddy is crazy, isn’t he? Yeaaaaah” Elias says to the boy.

The video ends and you see what text Bo had sent along with the picture and video

Bowie 💙: Yes, he got him ANOTHER toy. If he keeps this up, we’re gonna need a bigger house just for the toys lias gets him

“This boy is going to be the death of me I swear to god,” you say, handing the phone to Quinn, and placing your head in your hand. That video was literally the cutest thing you’ve seen in about 5 years.

You continue to talk, you end up explaining what Elias had told you about not doing anything else yet, and what he had said regarding that. You all finish eating and eventually decide on watching some ’how i met your mother’.

After they leave, you spend the rest of the night replaying the events from the break room in your head. Imagining what will eventually happen with you two. You truly can’t believe it. You’ve never felt this way about anyone and you’ve only known he likes you for about 12 hours. Elias Pettersson is going to be a special, if not the most special person in your life. So you pull out your notebook and a pen that you always keep next to your bed and you write your thoughts down.

First, you write the date at the top then skip 2 lines

Elias Pettersson, I think I love you. I know it’s too early to say and we’ve only had one day together, but I need to write this down.

It looks ridiculous and cheesy now that I’m reading it but if my gut is right, which it normally is, I just had to write it down. I had to tell you. If not in real life, at least just in this notebook. As cliche as it sounds, maybe I can show you it one day. I mean I do love myself a hallmark movie, so maybe this can be like one of those.

You sign it at the bottom, close your notebook, and place it back in your drawer.

You’re such a hopeless romantic and you kinda want to make fun of yourself, like you would do if you found out any of the guys did this kind of thing. ( And if you’re being honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if your own brother would do something like this. Your parents kind of instilled a love of romcoms in you guys at a young age.)

So once your thoughts have settled, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

Elias’s night wasn’t that much different. He arrived at the Horvat residence with some snacks for the boys, and a new toy for Gunnar, as always. Every time he sees one he knows Gunnar will like, he buys it...it’s a problem.

“Petey!!” Stech shouts as he gets up to grab the snacks from him.

“So how was your daaaaay” Thatcher asks from the couch.

“I’m sure Brock has inform you of how my day went”

“‘Inform’ us he has. But OUR plan is what caused this. WE worked very hard on it” Thatcher says, chuckling.

“Wait, who all knew about it??”

“I didn’t!” Bo shouts from the kitchen!

“And neither did this little boy, he would never betray me,” Elias says, grabbing Gunnar from Brock on the couch and carrying him into the kitchen, the other guys follow. “And guess what Gunnar!!! I got you another toy, cause I’m the best uncle you have, yes I am.”

“Another toy Lias?? Really, I’m going to need to make a whole mother room for all of the toys you get him if you don’t stop”

“But why would I ever stop when he is the best boy ever! He deserves the world, yes he does,” Elias says, looking at Gunnar the whole time.

“Ok, now it’s time for him to have dinner,” Bo says, grabbing Gunnar from Elias.

“So… all of you knew?”

Stech, Brock, Demer, and Marky all nodded, with a guilty look.

“What about you? Elias said, looking at Nils. Nils looked guilty and nodded slowly “my own son? Really Hogs?”

“I’m sorry, I just wants to help you!!”

“We all just ‘wants’ to help you, Petey!” Marky said, mocking the youngest Swede’s mistake. All of them would do that to both of them, make fun of them when they messed up, they just wanted to help them, it’s all in good fun.

“Ok, I know but what if it didn’t work, what would you guys have done?”

“Elias my dear, the point is that it did work. And now Brock won’t have an aneurysm every time you and Y/N/N are in the same room together” Troy says, placing his arm around Elias’s shoulder.

“Yeah Petey, all we wanted was for you to like her as much as we do!” Thatcher said.

“Ok, I never hated her, I just-”, he paused trying to come up with what he was going to say next, “I don’t socialize well, it’s hard for me to talk to people, ok?”

“Which is exactly why we did this. Y/C/N/N is a sweet girl, we just needed to give you both a push since you’re essentially the same person” Marky said.

“LITERALLY” Brock shouted, “ I swear, the more and more I hang out with you, Petey, the more I realize you and my sister are the same. Like sure, she and Quinny are best friends. And like they’re both similar like they’re both shy, awkward, nice, and stuff but you two have the same humor, need for attention, sassy bite, etcétéra etcétéra.”

“Oh my god, you’re totally right! And their fake self confident-ness thingy!!” The other guys shouted assorted affirmations to Nils’s comment.

“What do you mean ‘fake self-confidence thing’?” Elias was confused.

“Both of you do a something where you say stuffs like “well I’m hot, so..” or “cause I’m the best” and my favorite “because the people likes me better than you” but neither of you feel that way far down. You both just like to act like you more confident than you are really.”

“Damn, he called you two out, and he’s so right” Bo chimed in with a chuckle. “Ok, well now that he’s done eating, Marky, can you and the baby Swede go out and pick up the pizza?”

“Yes sir, captain sir!” Marky said saluting Bo.

The rest of them talked while they waited for Gunnars stomach to settle.

“Hey Petey, wanna go grab drinks from the store with me,” Thatcher asks.

“I think we’re good actu-“ Bo starts

“Petey” Thatcher insists with a look that says that’s not exactly the reason why he wants Elias to come with him. And he knows better than to say no to a goalie who gives him that look.

“Yep,” he gets up and follows Demer out the door.

They get in the car and that’s when it starts “so,” Thatch says, “how long have you liked her?” He asks.

“I- uh what? What are you talking abou-”

“Oh save it blondy, I have a 6th sense about this shit.”

“Damn goalies. At least Marky doesn’t know,” Elias mumbles under his breath.

“Oh he definitely does, he just hasn’t said anything for some reason” he laughs.

“How do you know he just doesn’t know?”

“Cause I know this shit, bro. He may have even been messing with you since he and Y/N/N are cuddle buddies and shit. Just to get you to make a move or something”

“HE MADE ME DO THE OPPOSITE! I thought they were together for the longest time until she told me TODAY” That made Thatcher laugh, you know, Elias’s pain and suffering is just HILARIOUS.

Once he calmed down he continued to talk, “Ok, well you didn’t tell us the whole story of what happened in there, so spill” he said as they walked into the store.

“We may have talked”

“....bitch that’s not it, keep going”

“And we kissed a little,” Elias said, face turning red.

“That’s my boy!” Thatcher clapped him on the shoulder.

“You're only 3 years older than me”

“And you're only a year older than Nils, who you claim as your ‘son,’ so shhh” he retorted, “so I assume you two talked about it after, actually knowing you two, that may not have happened,” Thatcher said as they checked out.

“Ha ha ha, yes we talked about it Douglas,” Elias said with an eye roll. “I just told her that I can’t do anything till I do something” he said as they got into the car again.

“What’s that “something” you have to do?” The goalie questioned.

“Talk to her older brother that may just kill me if I tell him so, I’m not too pumped about that.”

“Have you forgotten how much Brock loves you? You’re each other’s work husbands, I think if you tell him he’ll be shocked, but he’d be ok with it.”

“But you didn’t hear what Brock had said about his friend chad in high school! He beat him up and cut him out, I don’t want that to happen to me”

“Petey, if you feel as strongly as I think you feel about YNN then I think you have to tell her, or that would be an extreme disservice to you, her, and honestly my mental health, so you have some work to do.” He said as they finally walked into the Horvat house again.

“Yeah, Petey you have to work on some stuff, like your hair!” Brock quipped.

“Shut up, frat boy, not all of us can have a luscious flow like you.” Elias jabbed back, “oh hi, how’s my favorite person here? Is your tummy settled now, can I finally give you your new toy?”

“Yes, you can,” Bo says, handing his child off to the blonde Swede.

Elias took Gunnar down to the floor, where his new toy was, and played with him while talking in his baby voice, at some point Bo took a video and sent it to Holly, and also his insta story. But that’s ok, he loved his little ‘nephew,’ and honestly, his day couldn’t have gone better.

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enbyprentiss · 4 years

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Roommates

Genre: fluff, i guess? maybe some angst if you squint.

Spencer x Fem!Reader

(Y/N and Spencer are in college but he's aged up so they're both 18. italicized is Spencer's thoughts)

CW: implied roofie (nothing bad happens)

Part ll (contains smut)

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Our college has coed dorms. Which could be very unfortunate for some girls. However, I somehow was blessed with the beauty of a human that is Spencer Reid. He's a genius, a germaphobe, a bit of a loner but I'm cool with that--you get the idea, just overall a pretty dope kid. I always felt kinda bad whenever I stumbled into our dorm after parties, clearly drunk off my ass but always tried not to wake him up. I usually did though. Oops. We got along pretty well from the start. Despite what people might think about the lanky boy, he's actually quite funny. Ok, well not many people around here would understand his humor. But I do, and I love it. I was able to get him to break out of his shell a little bit, mostly by introducing him to my friends. We were both chemistry majors which is nice. Mostly because when I get stuck he's willing to spend hours explaining until I understand.

"Hey, Spence.", I walked into our room after my lecture. He didn't respond. He just stood there wide-eyed, "Are you....ok?", it wasn't until that moment that my brain processed what I was seeing. Spencer was standing there in just his boxers, not that I thought that was a big deal but, "Oh! I'm sorry--do you want me to um leave? I--"

He still didn't respond, just shrugged in a panic, "I'm sorry! I'll leave!", I called back as I closed the door behind me.

"Y/N, you can come back in now.", he cracked the door open behind me. Honestly, I didn't even realize I was still standing there.

"I'm really sorry, Spence."

"It's ok. Could've been worse."

I giggled at what he was implying while leaning against my bunk, "Well, we should probably go grocery shopping because I don't know if I can handle more dining hall food."

"Yeah, ok."

"Can I borrow a sweater?", he nodded turning towards his dresser to get one. Not necessary, as I had already taken the one that was laying on his bed.

"Why would you wear that one? It smells like me.", he laughed.

"Yeah, that's why I want it.", poor thing is so clueless.

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I was disoriented. Not like drunk. Well, yes I was drunk. But it was something more than that. My legs felt wobbly. My vision felt blurry. I could barely keep my eyes open. Something just felt...wrong. So, I did the only thing that seemed to make sense.

"Hello?", he sounded tired.

"Sp--Spencer?"

"Y/N, are you ok?", Spencer sat up more on the other line. It wasn't rare for Y/N to call him when she was out but he always worried when she did.

"I--I don't...think so.", he could hear her words were coming out slurred and in between heavy breaths.

"What do you mean?", he tried not to sound panicked, not wanting to worry her more.

"I think....I think someone might've--slipped something into my drink."

"Can you walk?"

"I-I don't know!"

"Hey, don't panic, ok?"

"Yeah--yeah...ok."

"Do you know where you are?"

"The bar down the street."

"Ok, just--hold on. Don't talk to anyone.", he hung up quickly. Walking down the stairs and starting Y/N's car. Spencer found her sitting on the curb with her head in her hands, "Y/N?"

I looked up at him the best I could and I could feel the tears in my eyes well, "It's ok. I promise.", he put his hand out to pull me up and swung my arm over his shoulder, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"It sounds crazy, but I need you to throw up ok?", I nodded, "I'm sorry.", he whispered as he stuck his fingers in my mouth to make me gag. It worked.

It hurt Spencer seeing her like this. Panicked, confused, and hurting.

He swept me off my feet, carrying me into the car and handing me a water bottle.

"Don't drink it that fast, you might choke."

Spencer threw me over his shoulder and carried me into our room. If I wasn't so disoriented, I probably would've been surprised by his strength. He poured me a cup of pedialyte before sitting next to me on my bed to make sure I didn't fall forward or hit my head on the wall. We sat in silence for a while until words started pouring out of my mouth without me even realizing.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

She doesn't mean that. She's confused.

"Spencer?"

"Yeah?"

"Have I?"

"I-I- - no, but you don't mean that. There's this thing called transference. You think that you love me because I helped you out of what could've been a really bad situation."

"That's gotta be the dumbest thing you've ever said."

What? No, that's a real thing. What if she really did mean it? No. Y/N doesn't like people like me.

"Spencer, I have loved you since the very first week we moved into together."

"R-really?"

"Yes! I don't know how you never caught on. I love everything about you."

"L-like what?"

"Well, first off you have incredible bone structure, the cutest curly brown hair, and doe like eyes. All of which are a huge plus. You're smart and funny without even trying. I like that you dress like you're one of the professors. And that I'm the only person that gets to see you in sweatpants and a hoodie. And that you'll let me wear them too. Even though, I have plenty of my own clothes. The list goes on forever really."

You're being stupid. She won't even remember any of this in the morning.

"Spencer?...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No! It's ok. I just- - I don't think you're gonna remember any of this tomorrow."

"That may be true, but at least you'll finally know how I really feel."

What am I gonna do when she doesn't remember? How am I supposed to keep this all a secret? Does she even want it to be that? Do I tell her? No. That doesn't seem like a good idea right now.

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I woke up to the sound of the door opening. Spencer came in drying his hair frantically with a towel.

"Oh, hey, Y/N."

"Hi.", I remembered. I remembered everything. And I think he knew I did. What the fuck do I do? Do we talk about it? Do we pretend it didn't happen? I don't think he ever said he loved me back. In fact, I'm pretty sure he didn't believe anything I said.

"Spence, I- -"

"You remember, don't you?"

"Mhm.", I nodded, "I hope you know I meant it. It wasn't just 'transference' or whatever you said."

"Wasn't it?"

Jesus Christ, is he trying to crush my soul?

"Spencer, I know you think that you're just this nerd that everyone makes fun of, but you're not. In fact, quite the opposite. All my friends think that you're cute, you're just shy. And that's ok.", I took a swig of mouth wash and spit it into a cup, "It's one of the many things I love about you."

I think I should tell her. Right? She seems serious. And I think we're already past the point of no return.

"Iloveyoutoo.", he muttered it and said it beyond fast, but I think I got the idea. I still wanted to hear him say it though.

"Hm?"

"I-I-I love you too.", I couldn't help but smile, not to mention his blush was too cute.

I put my hands up but dropped them back down, "I know you have that thing about touch, but can I kiss you?"

"Mhm.", so I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and placed my lips softly against his. For someone who claimed to have no sexual experience, he was a damn good kisser. And I guess I just happened to be lucky #1.

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booty-lati · 4 years

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Comforting! Bakugou x Fem! Reader (Headcanons)

Ahh another request from a friend :D hope you enjoy~

Just a reminder, sfw requests are open for Black Butler, Attack on Titan, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure parts 1-5 and My Hero Academia (~‾▿‾)~ Reader can be female or gender neutral

*Oh. my. God.

*This explosive pomeranian with anger issues is actually really soft around you (lmao congrats).

*He is the best therapist you could ever have whenever you’re upset, s u r p r i s i n g l y .

~At School~

* That one time at UA you had a hard time chasing Mineta (a.k.a Ligma Grapes) because he stole your spare clothes( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) from the girls locker room (he snuck in during lunch), and suddenly-

*BAM! He bumped right into Bakugou!

*Oh boy, here it comes:

*“YOU BETTER GIVE BACK HER CLOTHES, YOU LITTLE RUNT!!” (LOL WHY HASN’T HE GONE TO THE NURSES OFFICE FOR HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE??)

“Eep!”

*After minutes from chasing the midget down AND shouting at him til’ his ears started to ring and bleed and spit covered his face AND (nah he can’t beat him up cause he doesn’t wanna get expelled but he really wants to tho-) as he continued to refuse to give back your clothes until he threatened Mineta that he’ll destroy all the “magazines” he keeps at school

*AND when he FINALLY gave up, he lent your clothes to Bakugou.

*When he finds you alone in a empty hall, upset and overflowing with tears, he slowly walks up to you and~

*“...Here’s your clothes (s/o)”

*(Snuffle) “Wha?-”

*“J-just take it! They belong to you anyway..”

*(Sniff) “Thank you Bakugou, that was really sweet of you.”

*AAAAA YOU LOOKED SO CUTE WHEN YOU SMILED AT HIM IT MADE HIS HEART SKIP A BEAT-

*“I- well- pFfT, DUH, I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH SO-” Oop he got flustered.

*“Omigosh say that again-” He embraced you with a big hug ambush and a massive attack of kisses that peppered your lips and neck.

*“Shut up idiot.”

*“Yes, I am indeed your idiot-”

*“SHUT UP!”

*That was the day he started walking home with you.

*Now it's always a “habit”❤

*Of course he does it out of love for you and your safety, but he also does it to make sure that Mineta stays out of your sight. He gives occasional death glares at him too if he happens to see him~

*Basically overall his anger can work sometimes, but it always works if someone is bothering you ;)

~At home~

*Awe, He’s such a great cuddler (He’s equivalent to a bear-)

*..And an amazing kisser.

*If you wanna talk about why you’re upset, he’ll be more than welcome to talk to you for hours (ooh, totally not a foreshadow-). He isn’t exactly the best at expressing words, but he’s definitely a good listener and will also try his best to empathize with you.

*Will make you your favorite food and watch movies together on the couch with your favorite drink to cheer you up

*Sometimes his mom gets mad (uhh w o r r i e d ?) cause he leaves his phone on silent and he forgets to go home WAAAAY earlier than late.

*“KATSUKI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BACK HOME THREE HOURS AGO! YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE IN THIRTY MINUTES OR I’M GONNA MAKE YOU WEAR FANCY HAIR GEL-”

*“OKAY OKAY SHUT THE FUCK UP OLD WOMAN, I’LL BE BACK-”

*“WHAT DID YOU JUST-” Beep.

* Oopsies.

*It's so ironic whenever you get phone calls from his mom because she's really sweet to you ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

*“Uh sorry, I forgot that I needed to go home earlier.” He gave you one last kiss before he was about to leave.

*“Awe, can’t you stay for a bit longer?”

*“Heh, I wish. See you tomorrow babe ❤”

*Ahh, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow, you were so eager to see him again❤

#Bakugou #Katsuki Bakugou x reader #Katsuki Bakugou #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou Headcanons #Bakugou Katsuki Headcanons #No I did not type this on a chromebook #sfw #my writing

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writingmanaged · 4 years

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Fluff Alphabet (Remus Lupin)

Ship: Remus Lupin x Reader

Triggers: None! Just some fluffy little werewolf!

A - Activities (Hobbies and things you like to do together)

Remus is a huge nerd. So, do not be surprised if he loves to stay inside with you and cuddle while you he reads out loud. You'll also have lots of study dates! ;) (You'll just be studying where did your mind fly off to? Jk) But if you enjoy going outside, he'd do both things. However, expect him to always have a book in his ripped bag.

B - Baby (do they want to have a baby with you?)

Yes and no. He does want to have a baby with you of course, but he is very anxious about it. He thinks about all the things that could go wrong, especially considering his fury little problem... "What if I end up biting him or her, y/n!?" "Remus John Lupin do you honestly believe the others would let that happen!?" But you can't really change his mind and deep inside you know he has a good point.

C - Comfort (how to they comfort you after a bad day?)

Oh dear, you should know by now that you are dealing with the KING of comfort. He knows how you must feel, he is a pretty anxious person. He will hold you close, play with your hair, give you multiple soft kisses and won't let go until he makes sure you are okay.

D - Dancing (do they like to dance with you)

He is a shy boi. Aka no. He is afraid of embarrassing you in front of a crowd. However, he will dance with you privately if you like. He will definitely dance with you if he is drunk, so it is worth trying ;)

E - Eating (meals together)

Eat, you'll feel better. No, seriously he would say it a lot. As long as you are dating Werewolf Mcwerewolf you will not get hungry. "What do you mean you are on a diet!? You don't need it! At least have some salad." "Y/n, you are not leaving this room until you finish your plate"

"but plates here refill themselves, Remus!"

F - Favourite (their favourite part on you)

Your hands. Oh gosh, he absolutely adores them! His own hands are so big, he just loves to take your hands in his and hold them tightly. He would also kiss them all the time. If he had money he would buy you rings but this boy is poor

G - Gifts (what it says)

Remus is pretty poor so he couldn't possibly give you something expensive. However, his gifts are really meaningful. Remember that one time you were rumbling about a movie? He'll buy you the book. That other time you were really jealous of that girl's hair? He'll buy you a straightener. He is the type of person who would make handmade stuff too.

H - Hair (how you treat each other's hair)

He thinks his hair is plain and boring. Who can blame him, his roomate is Sirius freaking Black. But you simply adore it. He doesn't understand how, but he for one thing is definitely in love with yours. He really likes that nice smell it gives out.

I - Ironing (who does the chores?)

He does. He doesn't let you do anything. He is really insecure and thinks very lowly of himself. He thinks the least he can do is take care of the house. You completely disagree but it's not like he is willing to listen.

J - Jokes (would you pull jokes on each other)

No. He deeply respects you and although he might say some nice smart jokes every now and then, he would never prank you. His friends however, definitely would. And then it was time for your revenge prank... God help those innocent marauders. You two are a powerful duo.

K - Kissing (how are their kisses?)

Mostly he is a very soft kisser. He likes to gently touch his lips on yours and devour them slowly. But that changes during nights before full moon when he is rough and demanding.

L - Lies (would you lie to each other?)

Definitely not. But don't let that deceive you. Mr. Lupin can be a very good liar when he needs to. He simply despises dishonesty more than anything in the world. He'd always tell you the truth and expect you to do the same.

M - Money (how do you handle money?)

With difficulty. Even if you are rich, he would never accept money from you. He'd feel like he is using you. And you know what that means... Eternally struggling with bills.

N - No (things they are not okay with)

Hurting you. This seems very obvious, and it is but his worst fear is causing you harm. If he ever grabbed on you a bit too tight a few nights before full moon, he'd hate himself and probably wouldn't talk to anyone for a week. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened to you, especially if it is because of him.

I - Outdoors (do you spend more time outdoors or indoors?)

Team introvert!! He simply adores staying inside. If you are an extrovert he'd go out with you as much as possible. But come on guys, as we saw on A staying inside with him is the best thing in the world.

P - Partying (do they like partying with you?)

Hahahahahahahahaha no. Seriously, he despises these gatherings. He only ever went when James and Sirius dragged him along. If you had fun in those, he'd come but don't be surprised if you find him reading his book in the bathroom.

Q - Question (marriage and how they feel about it)

The law is a bit complicated about relationships with werewolves. It really depends on the government. Therefore, even if he does want to marry you, you'd have to wait until it was legal. When it was, he wouldn't waste a second before asking you the big question.

R - Right (do you argue a lot? Who usually wins?)

He is generally a peaceful person so you don't fight too much. But when you do, I'm sorry to disappoint but he does. He is incredible at debating and turning your own point against you. Remus Lupin for president

S - Sick (taking care of each other when sick)

It's not exactly sickness, but Remus does have a fury little problem. Which means you'd have to take care of him in bed half of your life! Don't worry, the first 5 times are hard but then you get the hang of it.

T - Tears (do they cry a lot? Do they do it in front of you?)

Although he does have lots of reasons to cry, he doesn't do it a lot. He is really strong and can keep himself mentally stable. Nevertheless, when he does cry he does it in private. He would never like to worry you.

U - Until death tears us apart (does your relationship last long? Do you ever get apart)

No you don't! If you exclude his full moon nights, you'll be together from the day you met to the day you die. You'll most likely die together in the Battle of Hogwarts...

V - Victim (what do they do if someone blames you for something you didn't do?)

Remus keeps calling himself a monster. But if he ever does seem or act like one, it is in a situation like this. How dare they accuse you!? You are so innocent. He'd kick their butts and probably get points given to Gryffindor for it.

W - Working out (what it says)

He doesn't work out a lot. But he does enjoy going out for runs which is why his body is in such great shape, especially considering all the chocolate he eats. Although he doesn't work out, he'd love to try out going to the gym along with you!

X - Xoxo (how do they text?)

Formally. He doesn't get it. He confuses it with owls. You still laugh at the thought of that 4 paragraph long text that simply asked how your day was. It even had a signature.

Y - Yours (Are they possesive? Do they get jealous a lot?)

He trusts you a lot generally speaking. He is okay with all of your male friends. But if he senses someone is being more than healthy, oh boy... It is another V situation.

Z - Zzzz... (How you sleep together)

Spooning! He is the big spoon. He needs to feel you near him while he is sleeping. He has to know you are there for him and you are alright.

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strangeradventuresofp · 4 years

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colors (sokka x reader)

You were walking down the streets in Ba Sing Se in your casual Fire Nation attire, when you suddenly spotted four people who looked horrifically out of place. Two of the four were wearing blue uniforms, a girl and a boy. Water Tribe. One of them wore an Earth Kingdom outfit with messy hair and the other possessed a yellow and orange tunic, accessorized with a blue arrow pointing to his nose. An airbender? Gasping to yourself, you realized that the young boy must be the avatar. You walked over to them, in hope to spark some sort of a friendship.

“Hi! I just saw you and I was hoping if I could ask you a question?”

“Sorry,” The taller, older boy said. He was quite attractive. His skin was dark, and his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. He was well built and tall, carrying what looked like a boomerang on his back. “But we really have to get going.”

“Sokka, I’m sure it’s fine. She seems nice.” The girl in blue uttered, attempting to be quiet.

“Shhh! Don’t say my name! Trust no one. Plus, she’s wearing Fire Nation clothes. She’s probably with Zuko.”

You giggled. “Oh, no, don’t worry. I’m actually a part of Southern Water Tribe. The Fire Nation raided there a while ago. Six years ago, when I was eight. And I was stowaway on their ship. I’ve been travelling around the world ever since. I’ve had to throw away my Water Tribe clothes. Wearing clothes from the Fire Nation basically gives you automatic protection.” The girl who had spoken before smiled at you.

“We’re from the Southern Water Tribe too! Well, me and Sokka, my brother, are. I’m a waterbender, just like you. Oh, and This is Aang, the avatar, and Toph. She’s an earthbender.” They each gave a pleasant ‘Hi’. You were grateful for how friendly she seemed, whilst her brother slapped his forehead in annoyance.

“I’m Y/N. I promise I’m not a part of the Fire Nation. I’m actually a water bender.”

“Prove it.” Sokka spat, sounding a lot meaner than he intended to.

“Well, I-” You sighed. “I’m really not very good.” You took them to a secluded area near a body of water. Taking a deep breath, you drew your arms up from your sides and began twisting your hands. A sphere of water followed your hands, making a little spin, only to drop and land back into the water. You sighed. “I-I told you I wasn’t any good.”

“No, that was good! You just need a little help making the right shapes is all.”

“Actually.. That’s what I wanted to ask. Since you’re a waterbender, would you teach me?”

“Absolutely not. Sorry but we’re actually on a very important mission to help Aang and we just don’t have time.” Your face dropped at Sokka’s words. You couldn’t keep your disappointment from flooding your entire body. Your head bowed low as you barely muttered an ‘Oh’, until you heard the younger boy speak up.

“Come on, Sokka. Katara still has stuff to teach me, why can’t she teach Y/N at the same time?” The older boy groaned at the arrow-headed boy’s request.

“Aang’s right, Sokka. We know she’s not actually a part of the Fire Nation, so what’s the big deal?” You were exceedingly grateful for the two, and the other girl, who agreed without saying much.

~~~

After a few months of training with Katara, you had gotten very good at waterbending. You often participated in sparring matches with all four of the others and were forever thankful that all of them ended up accepting you, especially Sokka. You had both become very close since you had joined Team Avatar, and you had developed strong feelings for him. He was always sweet to you and made sure you were okay. He even made sure you ate before he did, to make sure you had something.

“Y/N!” Katara called out to you as you all had set up a new camp for the day, or at least for a few days. You stopped unpacking for a moment and turned around to see her walking up to you, holding something in her hands. “I found this as I was unpacking. I completely forgot I had it! I brought a few spare outfits and.. Well, I just thought you would like to start wearing Water Tribe colors again.” She held the blue cloth out to you, smiling. You grinned widely.

“Katara, thank you so much!” You hugged her tightly and gently took the clothes from her. “Are you sure this is okay?” To which she nodded and pushed them towards your chest.

“I want you to have them.”

“Thank you, Katara.” You rushed off to find somewhere to change and hurried back. You stood and beamed, finally in your home colors once again. Giggling happily, you twirled in your new outfit.

“Y/N, you look great! I should have given you that a long time ago.” Katara smiled. As you teared up, you thanked her again.

“You have no idea how much this means to me. I appreciate this so, so much.”

“Hey, Katara have you seen- Y/N, wow.” Sokka’s jaw dropped, earning a smile from you.

“Do you think it suits me, Sokka?”

“W-Well, yeah, of course.” He gulped and walked away, you assumed to get some more fire wood. You sighed.

“I don’t know if he likes me in this.” Looking down, you fiddled anxiously with your hands, hoping he would’ve liked it.

“Believe me, Y/N. He does.” Katara giggled, and you were confused, but you decided not to say anything.

As time went on, you all found yourself sat around the fire, like you all did every night. Toph and Katara were already asleep, and Aang was only barely awake, leaving you and Sokka. You hummed softly, gently, as you stroked the fabric of your new clothes. Sokka cleared his throat.

"You know, Y/N... What I meant earlier was that-"

"Sokka, it's okay. I get that it's weird seeing me in blue since you've seen me in red for so long."

"It's not that. It's just.. I guess... W-Well, you just look..." He cleared his throat while you tilted your head, confused. "You look pretty in my colors. Well.. Our colors." A deep blush flushed his cheeks and you couldn't stop from smiling.

"You really think so?" He nodded, earning a blush from you as you hugged him tightly. "Thank you." As you smiled, you felt him intake a deep breath before returning the hug, placing one hand gently on the back of your head and one on your back, around your waist.

"You know, you're not too bad yourself." You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, unaware of how he would react. He smiled; not what you were expecting, and you were happy. "I've always found you attractive." Sokka almost choked.

"What? Are you being serious?"

"W-Well.. Yeah. Even when you broke my heart and told me Katara wouldn't be my teacher. I've always thought you were cute but I just didn't know how to say, or when to say and I don't even know if you like me back but I just wanted you to know anyway because-"

You were interrupted by the feeling of soft lips pressed against yours. You smiled at the feeling and kissed back gently. The feeling was indescribable; hearts racing, fingers intertwined, mouths moving with each other in sync. As you both pulled away, you smiled at each other.

"Sorry if I'm a bad kisser."

"Y/N, stop. It was amazing. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"Believe me, I do." You gulped. "I think I might love you, Sokka." Your face flushed a deeper red than before. The boy moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

"I think I love you too, Y/N." He sighed contently. As you rested your head on his shoulder and felt his body heat, your eyelids began to feel heavy. He gently played with the ends of your hair, sending you off into a sound sleep.

my masterlist (requests open!)

A/N : had a bit of writers block for a few days lmao sorry loves :( another sokka imagine cus i absolutely adore him with my whole heart but anyway my requests r open and im happy to write anything for anyone i luv u all thank u for reading and i hope u have a fantastic day xo p

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thesilencebeforeastorm · 4 years

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Wild Night - Eren x Reader

A/n: Since it’s Eren’s birthday today, what better way to celebrate it than with some smut ;) 5k + words later and this masterpiece was born lmao enjoy the filth! Fic is in first person, reader’s p.o.v! Dom Eren as well!

“(Y/n)!”

The voice of Sasha calling out my name snapped me out of my thoughts as I was doodling some random drawing on my paper. I knew that with the tone of her voice, she had some random idea she was going to throw at me that she wanted me to do with her. I stopped drawing and waited to see what it was.

“What are your plans for later?” she asked me.

I looked at the time. “Wallow in my sadness while watching my show, what crazy idea do you want me to do with you now?”

Sasha frowned. “Oh don’t be such a buzzkill! You’re gonna like this one. There’s a party going on tonight and I want you to come with me.”

I knew it. It was another one of her boring parties that she was going to drag me along with and try to set me up with some douchebag. I continued doodling.

“Nope, not interested.”

“Aw come onnnnn, why not?” I noticed Sasha’s pouty face from my side eye.

“Because this is gonna just be another one of your lame hookups that you’re trying to set me up with.

“Well... yes but no! I promise you this one will be different!”

Yeah sure , I thought to myself. I decided to turn around to face her. “Who’s the guy then?

Sasha seemed to have some hope in her eyes. “His name is Eren Jaeger. It’s his birthday today.”

“Jaeger? What is he, a drink?”

Sasha’s mouth dropped wide open. “Oh you cannot be serious, this is no time for games! Just come with me pleaseeeeeee. It’ll be worth it I promise. If not then you’ll never have to go with me to a party again.”

Sasha used those puppy eyes of hers on me hard. I rolled my eyes, deciding that maybe a “fun” night out would be better than my show. I also wanted to see what was so interesting about this Eren guy.

“Fine I’ll go, as long as you get those puppy eyes out of my face”, I said as I laughed and nudged her out of my way.

A few hours went by and me and Sasha arrived at the house. It was his house apparently and the place was packed. I noticed red cups being passed around, the smell of booze filling the air. The music was pretty loud, though not enough to make me bleed out of my eardrums so that was good at least. I noticed a couple of our mutual friends like Jean, Marco and Connie. Connie was as usual making an absolute fool of himself dancing and Jean and Marco were chatting it up though I don’t know how the hell they could even hear each other. Me and Sasha were passed cups by some blonde chick named Annie who I recognized was a girl from our school. I was surprised she was even here since she mostly kept to herself. I drank some of my cup, the alcohol stinging my throat a bit but it was enough to handle. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone else while I almost spit my drink out as my eyes landed on some guy. Sasha noticed me almost choked on my drink and she leaned in close to speak into my ear.

“Hey you okay??”

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked her, tilting my head up to point in front of me. That’s when she had the biggest smirk on her face and she laughed. “That’s Eren”.

My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him up and down. He had long brown hair that was a little longer than his shoulders and tanned skin. He was tall, shorter than my friend Jean as I remembered but not short either. He wore a long sleeve shirt with jeans as he crossed his arms, drink in his hand while chatting up with someone. I must’ve been staring at him too long cause he suddenly looked to his side and noticed me staring at him and also looked at me up and down. I took notice of his green eyes and I felt my pussy throb on the spot.

“Oh, I am so fucking that”, I said out loud to her.

Sasha looked at me surprised. I guess she was thinking that I finally found some guy interesting.

“You like him?” she asked me.

“Do I like him? Sasha look at him, he’s hot! You didn’t tell me that.”

She shook her head. “That’s cause you never wanna listen to me!”

I rolled my eyes at her before turning back to Eren and noticed he was coming this way. My way.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” I asked, slightly nervous that he already noticed me that fast. A girl could still feel nervous right?

“Talk to him”, Sasha said as she started to walk away, giggling.

“Sasha, get back he-” I was going to yell out to her but got cut off as I had Eren standing in front of me. I took in a deep breath as he got close to my ear to speak.

“I’ve never seen you around here, What’s your name?”

What’s my name? Oh you’re gonna know my name when I -

“(Y/n). I’m Sasha’s friend.”

He took a step back and looked over to where Sasha was standing, no more like dancing her ass off already with Connie. The girl was already acting a fool. He looked back down at me, taking notice of my figure with a smirk on his face. I took more notice of his features like his facial hair, his lips and his collar bones that poked out of his shirt. Oh how badly did I want to suck on that. He got close to my ear again and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Well you enjoy yourself at the party then”.

I felt my body tense up a bit at his hand, not expecting to be on my shoulder already but I still didn’t mind. “Yeah I will and happy birthday”.

“Thanks” he replied before walking away to talk to someone else.

The party was pretty good, much to my surprise. The music wasn’t crappy, the alcohol wasn’t bad and everyone pretty much danced or chatted around. They kept the party lively which is what I liked because if it didn’t fit my standards I would hold Sasha to her word about never going with her to a party again. I danced with Sasha at one point, though she was already drunk out of her mind while I was only tipsy. Seemed it would be my job to take her drunk ass home so I didn’t want to keep drinking. I noticed Eren from time to time, sneaking occasional glances at me. I didn’t really notice a huge difference in his behavior so either he wasn’t drinking that much or he could handle his alcohol really well. Whatever it was, I realized I had to pee badly so I made my way upstairs to use the bathroom. It was pretty quiet up here in the sense that you didn’t hear the blasted music in your ears and you could actually make conversation up here if you wanted to. Eren’s bathroom was pretty decent, no one had trashed it yet much to my relief. I was done in the bathroom and cleaned up before I left and was going to make my way downstairs when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into a room. Panic was the first response I had in my body but before I could respond, the door closed, my back pressed against the door as a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry, it’s me”. It was Eren.

I sighed in relief, though I was slightly annoyed. “You scared me, you asshole”.

He chuckled against my ear. “Sorry about that. Had to get you in here without anyone seeing us”.

God, his voice… I couldn’t really hear it to the best of my ability downstairs with the loud music but now that we were alone in the room, I could hear his baritone voice, sending shivers down my spine. Having his body pressed against me with his lips lightly touching my cheek only made me ache to feel him more.

“How’s the party been so far…?” he asked me, pressing light kisses against my cheek as he worked his way down to my neck. I moaned softly in response to his lips pressing against my skin. I tried to think of how to answer his question but I was distracted with what he was doing.

“G-good..” I replied. He continued kissing my neck before he whispered again.

“You’ve been looking at me all night. Mind telling me what that’s all about?”

I was going to answer him this time but he bit down into my neck, causing me to moan again. I grabbed on to his arm, the answer I was going to give him coming out messy.

“I - could..I could say..the same to you…” I panted out. He was making it pretty difficult to speak.

He took a step back for a moment and tilted my chin up to look at him, his height adding some intimidation to mine. The look in his eyes was enough to know that he wanted this as badly as I did. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, like a lion ready to pounce in his prey. Without another second wasted, his lips crashed into mine, a groan escaping his mouth and a moan escaping mines. I parted my mouth as his tongue slipped into mine desperately, to which I did the same in return, feeling the stubble of his facial hair against my lips. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue which made the kiss more intoxicating than it already was. His hand glided all over my body, landing on my ass and giving it a tight squeeze, causing me to moan again. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged it towards me, wanting to feel him closer to me than he already was. I felt a rush of heat between my legs as my pussy already started to get wet for him. He bit on my bottom lip, tugging at it hard before diving back into my mouth once more with his tongue. God, he was such an amazing kisser.

He pulled back for a moment to not only catch his breath but to remove his shirt and when I saw him shirtless, my mouth literally w a t e r e d. His abs were so toned, his v line now being exposed above the waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t admire it any longer before he lunged at me again, my body pressing hard against the door again as he went for another kiss, his tongue sloppily slipping past my lips. I could hear the music from downstairs playing loudly as background noise which only made it more exciting that I was going to get fucked by this hot guy in a house full of people like the desperate whore that I was. Gotta please the birthday boy right?

I felt his bulge press up against me, the friction making me want to grind up against him. I decided that I could do that later and that there would be other ways I could please him. I broke the kiss and started to pull at the belt on his pants as he went for my neck again, sucking harshly on the spot above my collar bone. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping tightly on his belt as he sucked on my sweet spot which I was sure would leave a mark. I tried my best to fumble with his belt before I finally got it off, unzipping his jeans and placed my hand inside to palm his dick outside of his boxers. He groaned again as I applied more pressure to his bulge, my mind going crazy with the idea of how it looked and tasted. No longer being able to control myself, I pushed him off of me, a string of saliva being noticeable as we parted. I got on my knees and took his dick out his pants only to be amazed at how good it looked. He was a bit longer than average with pre cum leaking out of his dick tip. I placed my hand around the base of his cock and licked up the underside of it before I moved my tongue in circles around his slit and head to taste the pre cum. I looked at him while I did so, seeing him take a shuddering breath at my actions. The view from down here was hotter, seeing his loose hair fall down in front of his face, his green eyes slightly widening and his tightly toned abs in full display. I looked back at his dick and gave his head a good few sucks before sliding my mouth further down his length, hallowing my cheeks as I did so. I heard him moan as I felt his hand grab a fist full of my hair into a ponytail to look at him and began to push me further on to his cock. I gagged in response to that but I opened up the back of my throat to make more room for him as he began to thrust into my mouth. I let the base of his dick go to allow myself to move deeper into his mouth and gripped onto his thighs as he continued to fuck my face. His thrust became faster, my gagging louder as his movements continued. His cock tasted so good and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted more of him, I wanted him to fuck me hard already. I wanted to moan his name loudly so that everyone in the house heard who was making me feel so good. I was running out of air soon and Eren took notice as he yanked my hair back, leaving me gasping for air as he pulled me up, his grip never letting go. He motioned me to the bed and pushed me on it before climbing on top of me for another hard kiss. He pulled back suddenly, taking a look at my shirt.

“Take this shit off”, he ordered, looking annoyed and pulling at my shirt which made my pussy dripping wet even more. I could tell that he was a dominant man and that I was in for one wild night. I took off my shirt fast, tossing it somewhere in the room before he lifted me up a bit suddenly and unclipped my bra with one hand and ripped it off of me to toss it to the side. Oh, so he’s got experience I thought to myself as my thoughts were cut off when he placed his mouth on my nipple. I arched my back slightly, gripping the sheets and whined as he began sucking on it harshly, his teeth nibbling on it. He fondled my other breast, pinching and playing with my nipple in his hand. He kept looking up at me, wanting to see the reactions he got out of me as I looked down on him. I started to feel uncomfortable in my jeans so I wiggled to try and take them off. Thankfully Eren got the message and let my nipples go and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off, leaving me only in my panties as he took his jeans and boxers off. I was thankful that I wore a sexy pair tonight, having some bit of hope that the guy Sasha was going to hook me up with was worth my time. He went back up to my breast, taking in both of them in his mouth now and leaving dark marks on my chest as I left his dick press up against my pussy. I let out a shuddering breath as I tried to grind my hips against his cock. One thing I noticed about Eren was that he was really good at understanding body language and began to grind his dick against my panties, the friction against my clit sending sensations to my body. I could only imagine how much better it would feel if I was actually getting fucked. I was growing impatient, the feeling of him grinding against me feeling too good. I pushed him off again, only for him to grab my wrist and hold them above my head. The pressure was sure to leave a mark.

“I didn’t say you could fucking move”, he growled lowly against my ear. Fuckkkk, that was hot. I didn’t want to listen to him but by the tone of his voice, I could tell that I wasn’t going to be able to dom him.

“Eren, please…” I whined. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Something in what I said made him stop what he was doing and met up with my face. His eyes stared at me intensely. “Say my name again”.

“Eren..” I breathed out. “Please”.

“Please what?” he asked me, a smirk forming on his lips. He seemed to like me begging.

With the way I was speaking, I felt like I was so little. I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters in the past but it was always a quick fuck. Never have I had someone dom me like this, let alone take their time to make me feel good. It was intoxicating.

“Please fuck me already”. I didn’t care how I sounded. I wanted him so bad. He motioned himself near my ear. “You gotta be patient baby girl, I haven’t even tasted you yet. I know your pussy is dripping wet for me” he replied, sucking on my earlobe.

“Ahh” I replied, a shuttered breath leaving my lips again. I tried to close my thighs together for some friction against my aching cunt but his knee moved up and separated them. He chuckled lowly, hearing me whine again. “Push me off again and you’re going to be punished”. My eyes closed for a second, taking in a deep breath before opening them again. As much as I liked the sound of being punished, it could either go one of two ways. Either Eren could be more rough with me or he could leave me here and go back to the party with his friends. I didn’t want to test that out and decided to be good just for him.

“Okay… I won’t…”

“Good girl”, he said before kissing my neck, moving to my breast and moving lower to my stomach. I looked at him, his eyes never looking away from mine, taking a mental note that he loved eye contact. He sat up a bit to remove my panties and spread my legs, my throbbing cunt in full display for him. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy as he stared at it for a few seconds.

“You’re fucking beautiful”, he said, his breathing becoming heavy at the realization of just how wet I was for him, licking his lips as he did so. He wasted no time in diving into me, his mouth hungrily sucking on my clit as I let out a sharp cry and gripped the sheets. He gripped my thighs to hold me down and to bring me closer to his face as he continued to taste me, his tongue licking up and down my folds before sucking on my clit again. His tongue dived into my core, driving me wild as I kept moaning his name over and over again. I wasn’t so sure if anyone could hear me with the music going on downstairs but I didn’t give a fuck about that right now.

“You taste so fucking good, fuck”, I heard him say as I felt him place a finger inside of me, which slid in easily. I gasped at the sensation as he fingered me slowly, licking on my folds. Fuck, he’s teasing me, I thought to myself as I grabbed on to his hair to pull him in closer. I felt that stupid smirk against me again as he inserted a second finger and began to pump into me fast. I could hear the sound of how wet I was which only added to horny I was as he curved his fingers upward and began finger fucking me fast against my g- spot.

“Ahh fuckk!!” I cried out, as he placed his hand above my abdomen to increase the pressure. I tried my best to keep my legs still but I couldn’t so he sat up and leaned a bit in towards me so that my legs were around his waist. I looked at him as he looked at me, the pressure in my lower stomach becoming too much as I felt myself about to cum.

“Please don’t stop Eren, I’m gonna -”. He cut me off.

“You gonna cum for me baby girl?” Fuck, keep calling me that please.

“Y-yesss” I whimpered as he began to be more rough with me, his fingers moving at an unforgiving pace. I felt a rush of heat spread throughout my body and with a few final pumps, I shouted his name over and over again loud, arching my back and came undone around his fingers, my legs shaking as I did so.

He slowly removed his fingers from me and tasted them before moving back down to my pussy and lapping up all the juices that had spilled out of me. My body shivered, still being sensitive from my intense orgasm as he did so. My shaking legs made it a little difficult to do so but he was able to move them away with his strong hands.

“Look at how much of a mess you are. We haven’t even gotten to the best part”, he said to me, a cocky grin spread across his face. I swallowed as I looked down at his dick, hard and throbbing just for me. I looked back up at him, aching for more as he positioned himself near my entrance. He pumped his dick a few times before rubbing his tip around my pussy softly.

“Erennnnn, don’t tease me please”. The feeling of his tip rubbing on my clit made me grind up against him again.

“Beg for it”.

“What?” I asked him.

“You heard me the first time. Beg for it.”

I rolled my eyes at him in frustration before his body shot up against me, his face inches away from mine as he wrapped his fingers around my neck. “Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?” The intensity of his gaze made me know he wasn’t messing around.

I slightly panicked, thinking I was going to get punished. I cursed at myself, wondering why I was feeling like this. It felt like he had total control over me, like I was his and he could do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted more.

“I - I’m sorry” I sputtered out, the lack of oxygen from him pressing on my sides making me slightly lightheaded but still felt good. “I just want you so bad.”

The intensity of his eyes softened as he let me go and moved back, getting into position and rubbing the head of his dick on my clit again. “If you want me so bad then beg for it”.

I had no choice. If I wanted him to wreck me then I needed to do what he said. “I want your cock so bad Eren, just fuck me already… please…please…”

That seemed to please him as I felt him push himself into me, a whimper escaping my lips. I felt full as he continued to push into me slowly, his body leaning over he half way and I gripped his arms and allowed myself to adjust to his size. God, it felt so good. I had been wanting this ever since I saw him earlier and now the moment was finally here. He moved his hips back before diving into me again slowly, gritting against his teeth at the sensation.

“You’re so tight, when was the last time you got fucked?” he asked me, as he pulled back slowly and dived into me again.

I got cocky. “It’s been a while since I’ve had somebody fuck me good”, the answer seeming to excite him. I rolled my hips up against him, my body telling him that I was ready as he began speeding up the pace. The pace still wasn’t how I wanted it though, leaving me wondering why the fuck he wanted to be so gentle now. I sat up a bit, taking the chance at grabbing his neck to pull him close. “I’m not fragile Eren, fuck me already”.

He gave me what I wanted, ramming his dick into me as I cried out. He hooked his arm under my back, lifting me off the bed slightly, angling himself better to hit my g-spot. I cried out again, feeling his dick hit my spot at an unforgiving pace, the sound of slapping skin and my moans and his grunts filling the air. I gripped his arms, my nails digging into his skin and scratching them as he kept fucking me faster and faster.

“Oh my god, fuck!! Keep fucking me Eren, please, fuck!”

He kept going though now he lifted me up completely as he leaned the back of his thighs against his calves and I was sitting on him. My legs tightened around his waist, my arms around his neck as he pounded up into me hard, making me shout out his name again. My head tilted back, no longer being able to look at him with the pleasure becoming too much. Had I had known him sooner, I would have been going to his house every night to get fucked. The guy had stamina.

“Look at you, a desperate slut for my cock. You like it when I’m fucking you like this right?”, he grunted against my ear.

“Yessss, fuck!” I cried out.

His dirty talk made me realize how much of a freak he was and I felt my walls clench around his cock. I was close and I knew it. Fuck you for making me finish this fast I said to myself, wanting this to last longer. I held on for as long as I could but his loose hand somehow found its way on my clit as he was rubbing hard against it. I couldn’t hold on anymore and came HARD.

“ERENNN!” I shouted, as I felt him continue thrusting into me sloppily. I then knew he was close.

“I’m cumming” he grunted and was gonna push me off of him to come elsewhere but I held on to him close and grabbed his hair to look at me. “I want you to fucking cum in me!”. I didn’t care. I was on the pill.

Not having any other choice, he thrusted up into me hard, releasing his warm cum inside me. I felt his cock twitch as the liquid continued pouring into me and then out of me and on to his cock.

Our heavy breaths filled the room, neither of us moving off of each other as we held on to one another in an embrace. Loose strands of hair were sticking to his forehead full of sweat, mine being the same way. I pushed them out of his face to get a better look at him, his gaze meeting mine.

“Wow…. that was the best dick I’ve had in a very long time… shit”. I wasn’t lying when I said that. Remember the shitty hookups Sasha tried to set me up with?

“This is the best dick you’re ever going to get”, he said to me. I could tell he was very confident in his abilities. I liked that.

“I guess we should clean up now. You know where the bathroom is”, he said to me.

I gave him a smirk. “I could but… I have something I want to do first”.

He cocked an eyebrow, wondering what I was referring to before I pushed his hair to the side and sucked on his neck hard. He hissed at the sudden feeling but I told myself earlier that I wanted to do this. Not only did I want to do this but I wanted everyone to see his neck marked up, to know that I was there and that he fucked me. I continued sucking until I felt satisfied with the purple mark and gave a soothing lick to coat it. I continued to pepper kisses against his collarbone before softly grinding my teeth against them. I pulled back when I was done.

“Now you may go”, I said to him. I felt air blow out of his nose as he chuckled lightly and shook his head. He lifted me up with him, not wanting to get cum on his bed as I slid out of him, careful to not let anything drip on to the floor. I gathered my clothes and got dressed, not too worried about looking perfect since I was going to the bathroom right across from his room. He did the same, placing his hair into a bun now.

“You should give me your number. Maybe we can do this again”, he said to me, his body pressed up against mine and handed me his phone. I smirked at him.

“Oh we are doing this again. There’s no maybe”, I replied as I grabbed his phone and entered my name and number into it and texted myself so he could have my number. I handed back the phone to him as he placed a sweet kiss against my lips, nothing like the roughness he had earlier.

“See you, baby girl”, he said as he left the room. I couldn’t wait to get fucked by him again.

Extra:

I walked into the living room, hearing a commotion which ended up being a bunch of high fives being handed to Eren, noticing the mark on his neck. I shook my head and laughed, looking for Sasha who was passed out drunk on the couch. With the help of anyone who was sober, we took her drunk ass to her car and I drove her home.

~ The Next Day ~

I could hear Sasha groaning in her room, her hangover hitting her hard. I walked in with pills and some water, placing it on her nightstand before she spoke to me.

“I feel like crappppp” she said, placing her hand on her forehead.

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s because you decided to go crazy last night with Connie and drink your life away”.

She scoffed. “Yeah and where were you for most of the night, hmm?”

My mind replayed the memories from last night, the feeling of Eren’s lips on my skin and him fucking me hard. I chuckled.

“Well…. I was busy with a certain someone.”

Sasha’s eyes widened at my neck as she shot up from bed before wincing at the pain. “No you did not! You two actually had sex?”

I was surprised with how shocked she was even though she was the one that wanted this to happen in the first place. “Yeah we did.”

“How was it??” she asked me.

“Fucking amazing. The man is a freak.”

Right at that moment I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and saw Eren’s name pop up on the screen. “Looks like I gotta go.”

“Wait- !” she said to me before wincing at the pain again. I shook my head. “Take those meds and get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

She groaned in frustration but listened to me as I left the room. I opened the text and read it.

From: Eren

Down to come to my place tonight?

I shook my head and chuckled before typing up a response.

To: Eren

You want me that bad already? Seems like someone misses me.

A minute later I got a text, this time a picture. A dick picture.

From: Eren

Does this answer your question?

My mouth watered again at the picture. I couldn’t get enough of him and I had only met him yesterday. I shot him another text, knowing what would get him riled up.

To: Eren

Aw, look who’s begging for me now ;) See you later xo.

From: Eren

Oh fuck off

Looks like I was in for another wild night.

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If it’s not too much, could you do the whole fluff alphabet for Bakugo 🥺👉👈

KATSUKI BAKUGO FLUFF ALPHABET!

a/n; it was sooo fun to write this. thank you for requesting this, and I hope you like it anon!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He likes to train with you, and in his free time he will be training. If he’s tired, he probably will watch movies with you until he passes out on the couch.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Bakugo is a difficult and irritant guy, so he admires how you keep up with him, screaming back at him and punching him he would never punch you. He loves your personality and your creative ways of keeping up with him.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

This boy only knows how to scream, thanks to his mother he sucks at comforting you, but he will try his best. He will hug you and rub your back, and if somebody is looking at you two, he will scream at them to go and stop looking.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

HERE

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He’s the dominant one. No more to say

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

You guys have lots of fights, but five minutes later you’re hugging each other and laughing. HE CAN'T STAND FIGHTING WITH YOU, but that won't stop him from screaming. He forgives you two seconds after the fight. If it was a big fight you guys will probably be four days without talking.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Katsuki is grateful, but he doesn't show it verbally. He will get rid of his frown and look softly at you to show you how grateful he is.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

The only thing he keeps from you is that Midoriya is All Might's successor. Bakugo tells you everything, even if Denki accidentally electrocuted Sero, protect him

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He's less explosive when you’re around. And you successfully made him give yoga a try, and now every afternoon after training he goes outside to do yoga with you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He's kind of oblivious at the beginning, but when he hears you laugh with some extra , he’s burning. That extra is certainly going to die, be ready to hear some big explosions.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

HERE

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

This guy seemed to be holding back around you, everyone notices. When you're training he's always screaming on how you don't defend yourself correctly. deep down inside he just cares about you. One day you get a big blow from Sato, and he's screaming at your body in the floor, until he notices you’ve fainted. Color drains from his face and he took you to recovery girl before Aizawa could even take a good look at you. When you woke up, he was at your side. “It was time, extra.” You asked him what he was doing there, waiting for something like ‘im waiting for Mina to get back’ but instead he tells you that he was the one to bring you and couldn't let some extras take care of you, because they could kill you. Then you hear a scream from the hall. “HE LIKES YOU!” Denki’s voice made you look at Bakugo, and he was more red than Kirishima's hair. “That extra is right.”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose?

HERE

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Dumbass, Extra and Love when you're alone.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He's in space. Everyone notices the way he looks at you, and the way his frown almost fade when you're in the room.

He shows he loves you by giving you a very small smile. Holds your hand and kisses you on your head.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Bakugo ADORES TO SHOW YOU OFF. He’s always saying to Sero how hot you are and how you scream even louder than him. Katsuki is always touching you, holding your hand, holding you by your waist, etc.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

He likes to cook, he’s always calling you to taste some new recipe and always make sure you eat.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I’m sorry to say this but he's not that romantic. If he acts romantic it’s cliché, something he saw in a movie you two watched or something like that.He does whatever it takes to make you happy.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your number one supporter. He wants you to be successful just like him. He helps you study and he’s always say he believes in you.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Bakugo likes to have a routine, but for you he's willing to go to bed at 9pm.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He knows like the palm of his hand, and he never fails to notice what is bothering you. He’s empathic, because he wants you to be happy always.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is on top of his priorities, along with him becoming the number one hero.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He sleeps like a star and when you sleep with him you sleep on top of him.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

When you're alone he showers you in love, he prefers to kiss you, but he still loves cuddling with you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He is SO moody. He can't stand being away from you from more than three hours, but he needs to keep his bad guy look so he nevers shows it. But when you come back he’s showering you with love and kissing you.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’s willing to give up he’s dream of being the number one hero, just for you.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x reader #ground zero x reader

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btxtreads · 4 years

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the world ends with you | choi yeonjun (5)

How can someone fall in love at the most incovenient time?

➴ Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader ➴ Rating: R-13 ➴ Word Count: 2k ➴ Genre: Multiverse!AU, Fluff, Angst, My usual taehyun is the smartest out of everybody trope

This chapter may not be so cliche, but it’s so fluffy even i’m disgusted with myself.

Tears free-fell from Y/N’s eyes as she hiccupped through her sobs, hands fisting Yeonjun’s shirt as she buried her head on his chest.

“Y/N,” Yeonjun muttered softly, his hand on her back. “Please.”

“No,”

“Y/N—“

The girl’s head shot up, hands flying to his face as she pressed her lips on his.

Yeonjun closed his eyes, hands circling around her waist as he kissed back desperately.

After a few seconds, Yeonjun pulled away with a weak smile.

“Y/N—“

“No, no, please,” Y/N shook her head, reaching back up to land another kiss on him.

Yeonjun sighed, softly pushing her back and holding her shoulders.

“Y/N, baby, look at me.”

Y/N’s eyes darted around frantically, making Yeonjun smile sadly as he directed her head to look at him.

“Look at me, only me.”

Y/N bit her lip as Yeonjun’s hand ran through her hair.

“I love you,”

Y/N’s eyes welled up in tears as she shook her head.

“No, stop—“

“Y/N, listen to me.” Yeonjun shook his head.

“Don’t go,” Y/N said weakly, tears flowing out of her eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I have to,” Yeonjun smiled sadly, brushing her tears away. “I really love you,”

“I love you, too.” Y/N replied, eyes grieving as she leaned back up to place a kiss on Yeonjun.

“Yeonjun?” Y/N said.

“Yes?”

“Yeonjun.”

“What is it?”

“Hyung, wake the fuck up—“

Yeonjun shot up with a gasp, finding himself lying down haphazardly on the couch while surrounded by his textbooks.

In front of him was Soobin, hands holding a plate of toasted bread as he raised his eyebrows.

“Are you okay?” Soobin asked, moving back to the kitchen. “I heard you crying in your sleep and you wouldn’t wake up for a sec,”

“Heavy sleeper,” Yeonjun sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Did you dream again?” Soobin asked, making Yeonjun purse his lips.

“It’s nothing, just a weird dream,” Yeonjun shook his head.

Soobin shot him a suspicious glance before rolling his eyes.

“Well, whatever,” Soobin snorted before he checked his phone. “Anyways, it’s already 8:00 AM, don’t you have a date at lunch?”

“Oh shit.”

It was a couple of weeks and a few more coffee dates after that initial coffee date with Yeonjun that Y/N found herself sitting next to him at their regular table at the cafe, her head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped around her body as he showed her a funny video of Soobin falling asleep in class.

Y/N giggled as the Soobin in the video shot up in alarm as the loud “Choi Soobin, what are your observations on this x-ray?”

Yeonjun smiled, lowering his face to bury it in her hair.

“Why was he sleeping in class anyways?”

“He forgot about this quiz for general medicine, so he crammed.” Yeonjun explained. “He did ace it but, well, he’s practically half-dead the rest of the day,”

Y/N smiled in amusement, looking up at Yeonjun.

“Did you pass?”

“Of course I did,” Yeonjun snorted, setting down his phone and lowering his hands to wrap around Y/N’s waist. “Do you not think I could?”

“Considering that you spent all night texting me the other day, I’d say probably not,” Y/N said.

Yeonjun smirked, looking back down and leaning in closer—almost nose-to-nose with the girl.

“Don’t say you didn’t like talking to me,”

“When did I say that?” Y/N asked, face burning red as she stood firm in her spot.

Yeonjun smiled, slowly leaning in.

As their lips brushed, there was a loud cough, making them flinch away from each other.

The part-time waitress, who raised her eyebrows at the teens, laid the trays down on the table.

Y/N coughed awkwardly, scooting away from Yeonjun discreetly.

“Yeonjun, didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” the waitress said. “Last I checked you were attached to Soobin and your textbooks,”

“Hi, Hanseo,” Yeonjun scratched the back of his head. “This is—She’s not—“

Y/N burned redder as the waitress tilted her head curiously.

“So, not your girlfriend?”

Yeonjun shot the waitress a pleading look before sighing.

“Y/N, this is my classmate, Hanseo—she works here sometimes. Hanseo, this is Y/N, my—uh—“

“Friend,” Y/N spoke, wincing at the term. “We’re just friends,”

Yeonjun’s gaze turned confused as Y/N fidgeted awkwardly in her spot, shifting a little bit father from him.

Hanseo smiled understandably.

“Orders complete, enjoy your meal,” Hanseo said before turning. “Oh, and just friends don’t go on lunch dates all the time and almost kiss, you know,”

Yeonjun groaned as the girl left, making Y/N purse her lips.

“That was uh, interesting,” Y/N said, hand reaching up to take her fork.

Yeonjun groaned, turning to Y/N.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry—“

“No, it’s fine, it’s okay,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I’m not your girlfriend,”

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, reaching for her hand.

“But—“

He frowned as her hand darted out of its place and away from his, reaching out to the table to grab some table napkins.

“We just met anyways, we aren’t dating—“ Y/N laughed. “It’s fine, it’s fine,”

“No, it’s not,”

“But it is,”

Yeonjun bit his lip—shaking his head and reaching out to grab her hand.

“It’s not,” Yeonjun sighed, holding her hand up and placed a soft kiss on it.

Y/N blushed bright red once more, her mind exasperated.

Why was she so weak for this boy?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. We’re not just friends,” Yeonjun said.

“We’re not?” Y/N said.

“No,” Yeonjun sighed, eyes flying up to another table where another boy was leering at them. “No, we’re not,”

Y/N froze as he turned to his bag and pulled out a white cardigan.

It was the same one he wore in the flower fields, in the pond in all her dreams where he lay dead.

“Wear this,” Yeonjun said, making Y/N snap her head up.

“What?”

“Wear this. Some guy is sizing you up, and I can’t have that when I’m right here with you,” Yeonjun said, hands moving to drape the jacket around her shoulders. “Not when you’re mine,”

Y/N smiled, willing her mind to forget about the dream for now.

“Am I?”

Yeonjun grinned, kissing the crown of her head.

“Soon enough,” Yeonjun said.

Y/N bit her lip, trying to steady her breathing and her panic as Yeonjun laid another kiss on her hands—leading her towards the flower field where they first met.

Was it purely coincidental that Yeonjun chose to wear white today, chose to bring that god damn white blazer today, and chose to bring her to the god-forsaken flower field today?

Y/N held back her concerns, shooting a smile back at Yeonjun—who looked back at her happily as they reached the middle of the field.

It was a shallow pond.

Yeonjun crouched down, pulling a pansy out of the ground and tucking it into her hair.

“Beautiful.”

“The flower?” Y/N asked, eyes darting around.

Would someone appear out of nowhere and kill him right in front of her?

Y/N bit her lip as her mind raced.

Will they take him away just as she was starting to get used to being next to him?

Yeonjun smiled, hands cupping her cheeks and pulling it to look over at him.

“Look at me.” Yeonjun ran his thumb across her cheek, furrowing his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy,”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I promise,” Y/N smiled over at him. “Why did you bring me here?”

“What happened in the cafe—” Yeonjun started, smiling as Y/N cut him off.

“I told you not to worry about it.”

“I want to,” Yeonjun said, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t want to be just friends,”

“What do you mean?”

“I-I mean that I want to see you and hold your hand everyday, I want to take you on dates—“

“Yeonjun, you already do?” Y/N replied, tilting her head.

“Yeah, as your guy friend who thinks you’re really cute,” Yeonjun snorted, squeezing her hand. “No, I want to take you as your boyfriend, who thinks you’re beautiful,”

Y/N smiled softly, biting her lip as she giggled.

“Really?”

“Really,” Yeonjun smiled.

At that moment, Y/N swore the sun shone a little brighter than before.

And all she could see was his smile.

Yeonjun smiled as Y/N sighed happily, stopping in her tracks.

“Well, this is it,” Y/N quipped.

Yeonjun grinned as the apartment door behind them opened slightly, Hueningkai and Beomgyu visible for a quick moment before a Taehyun’s voice spoke.

“Stop spying, you weirdos,”

Then, the door slammed shut.

Yeonjun laughed as Y/N rolled her eyes.

He squeezed her hand, which was intertwined with his.

“They’re too nosy sometimes,” Y/N laughed. “but they’re cute,”

“I know,” Yeonjun said, his phone ringing. “Soobin’s telling me to go home and buy him dinner. I should head out.”

“Okay,”

“Okay,” Yeonjun smiled, still not moving from his spot.

Y/N giggled.

“You’re not leaving yet?”

“Not until I can process that I’m dating you,” Yeonjun said teasingly as Y/N smiled shyly.

His arms encircled her waist once more, leaning down with a soft smile as Y/N’s arms snaked around his neck. “I’m busy with an exam tomorrow, but what would you say about another date on Tuesday?”

“Why not, boyfriend?”

“Perfect." Yeonjun smiled.

“Perfect,” Y/N replied, brushing her nose with his.

In that dull hallway, it was just him and her as she savored his presence.

Her boyfriend.

“Can I kiss you?” Yeonjun hummed, breathless as he locked his gaze on her lips.

Y/N giggled, leaning up and to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

Yeonjun smiled into the kiss, breathing in sharply as he cupped a hand around her cheek.

Holy fuck, he was a good kisser.

Y/N ran a hand through his hair as she deepened the kiss slightly before pulling away.

“You should go,”

“I still want to kiss you, though,” Yeonjun giggled, drunk on love as he multiple pecks on her lips.

“Yeonjun,” Y/N giggled through the kiss, making no effort to pull away as the boy groaned against her lips. “Soobin’s waiting.”

“Okay,” Yeonjun sighed, pulling away. “Tuesday? More kisses?”

“I promise,” Y/N giggled, as Yeonjun kissed her again—teeth nibbling lightly on her lower lip as he pulled away.

Y/N whimpered as he pulled away, releasing her lip.

“I’ll fetch you here at 5 PM, then?” Yeonjun grinned, slowly walking backwards with his hand still connected

“Sure,” Y/N grinned, giggling as she released her hand on his. “Bye, Yeonjun,”

“Bye, baby,”

Y/N giggled as Yeonjun disappeared behind the elevator doors, a light fluttery feeling on her chest.

She entered the apartment with her hands on her lips, eyes darting over to Taehyun, Beomgyu and Hueningkai sitting on the couch and watching the television.

“So—“ Beomgyu started nosily, before Taehyun snorted.

“Don’t want to hear it.”

Kai pouted.

Y/N smiled, hand ruffling the youngers’ hairs.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

As she headed to sleep, Y/N seemed to forget about everything but the feeling of Yeonjun’s lips.

Even the fact that she’s not from the same universe as he was.

Maybe that was why it was such a shock as she woke up, stretching her arms and stumbling out of her room to call for her friends.

“Kai, Tae, Gyuu,” Y/N muttered sleepily. “I’ll cook. What do you guys want for breakfast?”

Her eyes landed to where the couch was supposed to be, expecting to be greeted with three giddy college students.

Instead she was met with her older brother raising an eyebrow with a book in his hands.

She turned back, looking at the desk in her room to find a single pansy flower—the same one Yeonjun gave her.

The same flower she left on the desk beside her bed before she fell asleep back in Taehyun’s dorm room.

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Daria & Chill~Jimin x fem! reader

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Summary: You finally get a weekend off from constant studying, and you plan on spending it alone. Your plans are thwarted by a rather persistent Jimin, your friend and crush who insists that he come over to give you company. Of course you couldn’t resist with his lonely voice and the fact that he promised snacks. During your Hulu viewing however Jimin gets rather close to you, forcing you to confess your feelings, along with other things.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word Count: 2, 955

Warnings: Smut, you know the drill, don’t read unless you’re 18.

Author’s Note: Whoops, more Jimin look at that. Other members stories are coming soon, I promise! Also as you see by the title there are Daria reverences, it’s ok if you don’t get them but if watch the show too that’s dope.

It’s almost six. Jimin should be on his way here.

I can’t help but giggle as my heart flutters at the thought of Park Jimin. My best friend, my main shoulder to lean on for venting, gaming and just plain boredom. University has been up my ass lately with all these quizzes and assignments, I believe midterms snuck on everyone. This weekend was supposed to be chill: just me with ramen, but not just any ramen, I wanted to be experimental by adding cheese, boiled eggs and grilled chicken. After that it was gonna be some hot chocolate, courtesy of my roommates who overstocked prior to them leaving for their boyfriends’ houses( or dorms).

My plan was thwarted by Mr. Park himself and his infamous, “what are u doing this weekend” text. Of course I could have ignored him, or worst left him on read, yet I didn’t. Those soft brown eyes came to mind, along with how those thick lips got whenever he pouted. Ok, maybe I shouldn't think about his lips or how kissable they are. Fuck, I can still cancel, right?

The abrupt vibration of my phone says otherwise. I pick it up from the couch next to my leg, opening it to see a text from yours truly.

Jimin: Outside your door, can I come in?

Well that defeats any attempts at trying to get out of this one. I rise with Jimin’s soft knocks. One quick look at the living room and I rush to the door, peeping through the peep hole prior to opening it. The moment I open it Jimin smiles, baring his teeth and dimples, the gesture bringing out his pale blonde hair beautifully. His arms are full of the snacks he promised: a plastic bag with what looks to be a box of popcorn, candy and sodas.

“Hi there stranger,” he greets.

“Hi,” I say, trying not to blush at how equal parts handsome,cute and sexy he looks in a black dress shirt, jeans and vans. He can truly pull off anything well.

“Wow Y/N,” Jimin gushes, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.”

“Ah, wow sorry Jimin,” I say, “you just look really nice. Come in.”

I open the door wide enough and Jimin slips in. His eyes move over my own outfit: it’s nothing special, just some sweatpants and a dark hoodie.

“You look stunning as always,” he says, “I was expecting pjs.”

“Why did you think that?”

Jimin shrugs as he places the bag on the coffee table in front of the flat screen.

“I don’t know, you said you wanted a chill, laid back weekend,” he notes, “I expected cute pajama bottoms, that Avengers shirt you love so much and no bra.”

My face heats up at the meant of no bra.

“J-Jimin,” I stammer, “maybe I wanted to look decent for my guest, hmm?”

Jimin giggles, smiling hard as he puts a hand through his blonde locks.

“All jokes Y/N,” he says, “and I’m glad you consider me a guest, the sweats still look cute either way.”

I mumble a thanks, and throw on my hood to hide the rising blush in my cheeks.

“S-so, what do you wanna watch first?” I ask while flipping through Hulu.

Jimin hums.

“It’s your chill weekend,” he says, “you pick.”

I give me a side longed look, taking in how comfort he got so quickly, leaning into the couch. He’s already nibbling on a strawberry laffy taffy stick, watching my saved shows with interest. I land on Daria, my smiling growing at the fond memories I had watching it.

“Daria sound good?”

Jimin giggles at my enthusiasm.

“Of course.”

I press an episode in it’s later season and slump down beside him, giving us enough space so I don’t turn into a blushing mess beside him. The iconic theme cuts on and I’m glued to the screen, singing along.

“You want anything?”

I jump at how close Jimin got all a sudden. We’re shoulder to shoulder, his breath hits my ear.

“I-um, yeah, popcorn would be nice, the microwave is to the right,” I say, pointing behind me.

Jimin pats my knee, rises and pulls a bag of unpopped popcorn from his plastic bag.

“Do you want me to pause?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“No, you enjoy it,” he says.

I do as he says, too engrossed in Daria’s oddly, yet still timing commentary and Quinn’s air headed ways. Jane’s always dope, but the one who always cracks me up is Sandi and her hilarious voice.

“Why does she sound like that?” Jimin asks, returning with a hefty bag of kettle corn.

“I don’t know, but it’s still stupid and funny,” I say.

Jimin chuckles through a mouthful of taffy as he points at Tiffany.

“Her voice is weird too, of course they’d hang out together,” he says.

We get halfway through the second episode when Jimin whistles lowly at Daria kissing Tom in his car.

“Wait, isn’t he with Jane?” he asks.

I nod as I take a sip of soda.

“Yep, it’s complicated,” I say, “they dated for a while then he got with Daria later, even though that doesn’t last long either.”

Jimin bites off his final piece of taffy.

“Damn, that sucks,” he says, “how long have you lasted with someone?”

I nearly choke on my soda.

“Um, p-pardon me? Last?”

Jimin narrows his eyes and giggles.

“Not like that, well maybe that too, but in this case I meant dating.”

I cannot believe this man is asking this.

“There was this guy in high school I dated for a moment, before he moved on to another girl,” I explain, “all we did was hold hands, after that I never really lasted with anyone else.”

Jimin nods, eyes never leaving me.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asks abruptly.

My chest flares at the question. He licks his lips, which should be because of all the taffy he just ate, I hope.

“No, but-”

He slides closer, my knee now touching his jean clad one.

“But?” he asks.

“There is this guy, and he drives me crazy.”

Jimin bites down on his lip, eyeing me with those smoldering brown pupils. God, he’s so close. His lips are more plump and pink from the candy, super kissable at the moment.

“Does he drive you as crazy as I do?” he asks.

“Jimin-”

His lips crash into mine, tasting of the sweet, yet artificial strawberry flavor. I blink before returning the kiss. His lips curl into a grin as they continue their work, stealing my breath away. Daria’s theme song blasts again, forcing me to jump, and Jimin to chuckle.

“Maybe we should mute this, yeah?” he asks, biting down on his lip again.

“You don’t wanna watch anymore?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Maybe later, all I want to do is kiss you again.”

His words send my head into a daze.

“Jimin, wait,” I say.

Jimin stops at my words, he’s close again, chest almost pressed against my own. He frowns.

“Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asks.

A nervous giggle erupts from my chest.

“N-No, you’re amazing, it’s not that.”

Jimin slides away, eyes down on the carpet below our feet.

“Did I read you wrong?” he asks.

“Jimin, n-no- wait, what?”

Jimin grins sheepishly.

“I thought you liked me, I guess I-”

“H-hold on! I do like you!” I exclaim, “y-you just caught me off guard.”

Jimin’s face lights up.

“R-Really?”

I nod and lean in to kiss him. He replies with a grin as our lips meet again, his lips are feverish this time, pressing harder, forcing me to groan against him. Jimin pulls back with a chuckle, hands moving down to caress my thighs.

“Can I tell you something? Before we go any further,” he says.

My face heats up again. Nothing can really top kissing him-wait did he just say further?

“Y/N, relax,” he reassures, “I’m up for doing whatever you want. Or,” he pauses to lick his lips again, “whatever you want to do with me.”

His hands continue to rub at my thighs, making me squeeze them together.

“Mmh, is this ok?” he asks.

“Yeah, I-I just,” I pause as Jimin pulls me closer so that I’m flush against his chest.

“Hmm? Talk to me jagiya,” he says, “let me know what you’d like to do. It is your chill night.”

“Yeah, this is ok,” I say, “just keep kissing and touching me.”

Jimin smiles brightly, eyebrows furrowing up quickly prior to leaning back in.

“Of course I can.”

Our lips meet again: Jimin’s soft touches correspond as his lips move mine to pant. His hands trace down my sides, forcing me to moan into the kiss he sets me into next. My jaw is his next target as his lips trail down and attached themselves to my neck.

“J-Jimin, have you done this before?”

Jimin hesitates as he pulls away from my neck to press his forehead against my own.

“Yes,” he admits, “a few times in the past.”

I nod and play with his hand that rests just above my waist.

“If you’re wondering if I’m clean, I am,” he says, “but I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”

I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look to me.

“Jimin, I want to, I just.”

Jimin squeezes my hand.

“What? It’s ok, I’m a big boy,” he teases, “I can handle rejection, I have before.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I say, “why would someone resist you Jimin.”

Jimin shrugs, a smile playing at his lips.

“I didn’t know you found me so desirable Y/N, here I thought my crush wouldn’t go anywhere,” he says, “it’s all right if you don’t want to have sex.”

Jimin presses his point with a kiss to my cheek and slides away from me to settle for putting an arm around my shoulders. I can’t help but notice the tent in his jeans and how he shifted his legs.

“Jimin, you’re hard,” I deadpan.

Jimin chuckles.

“Yeah, it goes to show how much I want you,” he says, “but I’m willing to wait, anything for you.”

I move to palm his hardness, eliciting a sigh from him.

“Baby, we don’t have to,” he groans.

“I want to help you Jimin and I-” I pause and blush at the thought.

Jimin grabs my hand, his eyes dark and shrouded with desire.

“Tell me jagi, this is your night,” he says, “whatever you want.”

I bite down on my lip as I bring my hand back down on his lap to rub him through his jeans.

“Can I touch you and maybe you could, “ I flush and pause again.

Jimin pulls me back towards him as his hands travel up and down my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace.

“So, you want to jerk me off? Deal. Can I guess what else you want?”

I shudder at how low his voice got, completely overtaken in lust that I have to hide my own moan. Jimin tugs me closer so I’m nearly straddling him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before his lips ghost back down my neck again. His tongue teases at the top of my chest, brown pupils dilated as he looks up at me.

“Would you like me to touch you, here?”

With his question he goes to cup my breasts, thumb gently swirling around the nipple. I tense up at his action then bounce back down against his bulge. His breath adds to the sensation, fingers tracing down my shirt, stopping at the waistband of my sweats.

“Want me to touch you here too?” he asks, nodding down to my lower region.

“Yes Jimin.”

A chuckle washes through him as his hand slips down my sweats, fingers moving slow yet with purpose against my warm center. My breath hitches once he slides my panties to the side, the tip of his index finger teasing my entrance once more. He continues to ease it in, hungry eyes never leaving me as I let out a low groan.

“Mmh, you’re so wet already,” Jimin purrs, “as much as I’d love to finger you more jagi-”

He slips down onto his knees in front of me, yanks my sweats down to my ankles, forcing my heart to quicken its already rapid pace.

“I’d much rather eat you out right here and now,” he declares, “is that ok?”

Jimin’s duality never fails: he’s peering up at me with a tiny pout along with the sweet cadence of his voice. Even between my legs he seems as dashing as ever, making me squirm more.

“Yes, just-we should probably-ah-”

His lips travel up my legs before taking a long kitten lick at my clothed slit.

“Hm?” he reply's innocently, “talk to me.”

“S-shouldn’t we un mute the TV?” I ask, “w-we wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Jimin hums while tugging down my panties in concentration.

“We wouldn’t would we?” he teases, “so what you’re saying is that you are gonna be loud.”

“I-”

Before I could say a word Jimin’s tongue flicks quick and hard against my folds, mouth smacking as he leans his head down to drag his tongue deeper. My head lulls back as a high pitched moan escapes me as he slows down with a prolonged lick and a groan that forces my legs to tremble.

“J-Jimin, t-the remote, please, o-oh fuck!”

His breath hits my center as he chuckles lowly.

“Anything for you jagiya,” he says, but...”

He trails off prior to diving back in with the slow licks, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. How can he be like this? Is it legal to look so cute while doing something so sinful?

“Jimin!” I yelp, gripping down on his blonde locks, “please, j-just hurry!”

“God, you sound so amazing, mmh. Here.”

Jimin rocks back on his knees to reach for the remote behind him. In one swift motion he brings the sounds to the TV back to life; Daria’s monotone voice and Quinn’s annoying one fills the room.

That’s the only chance I get to breathe until Jimin’s tongue continues it’s work. My hips roll to meet his tongue, my eyes screw shut as my moans grow and grow to echo through the empty halls of my dorm. Thank God my roommates aren’t home. I wouldn’t be able to explain this anyway. A build up bundle of nerves gather in my stomach as Jimin’s fingers join his expert tongue.

“Jimin, I’m close, I think.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a doting smile, “let go ok?”

I nod as his fingers bend and bend as I pulse around him. His mouth takes full control again as he licks for dear life. My body responds accordingly as I come with a deep groan, and shudder. Jimin laps up my juices with vigor, I try to steady myself above him with a strong grip on his locks. He moans and pulls back, mouth covered in my mess.

“You taste as sweet as the taffy,” he notes as he wipes his mouth clean, “mmh, no, even better than the candy.”

Jimin gently pulls my panties up, along with my sweats before rejoining me on the couch as if he wasn’t down on his knees a minute ago. He leans forward to grab a pack of gum from his snack back, eyes never leaving my own.

“How was it?” he asks with a wink as he pops a square strip into his mouth.

“Amazing,” I say, “w-what about you?”

Jimin sighs, and shuts his eyes as he chews away.

“I promised you could, didn’t I?” he says as he moves to unbuckle his jeans and slide down his zipper.

My hands push his own out of the way as I reach down in his briefs to bring out his length.

“Ah, slow down,” he groans.

I giggle at how much of a mess he is already.

“Oh, like you just did?” I counter, “ok.”

I start to pump at a steady pace, bitting my lip as I gauge Jimin’s reaction. His eyes flutter as tiny moans escape his plump lips. He’s already swollen in my hand with a bit of precum trailing from him.

“Y/N,” he groans, “mmh, please ah!”

I slow my movements and give his length a slow, fluid pump, eliciting a delicious gasp from him.

“Jagi,” he moans.

“Talk Jimin,” I tease, “please what?”

His head lulls to my shoulder, mouth agape as he struggles to speak.

“Faster!” he yelps, “please, I-I need to come!”

I oblige and jerk him faster and faster with his moans growing higher. His voice goes higher than I’ve ever heard, forcing me to jump and reach over his lap to grab the remote and turn the TV up a few more notches. My hand gets coated in his come, along with the bottom of my shirt and his own.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, “damn, sorry about your shirt.”

“Don’t be,” I say as I kiss him deeply.

He whimpers into the kiss while I slowly remove my hand from his length. I pull back and trace my fingers along his jawline.

“Does this mean we’re a couple now?” I ask, “I-I mean I know we didn’t really have sex bu-”

Jimin cuts me off with a chaste kiss.

“We are Y/N,” he whispers, “I still would have cuddled and watched Daria with you if we didn’t do anything.”

“Really?”

Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Yes really, now can we lay back and watch what Daria is going to expertly critic next?”

“Of course,” I say, “right after we change shirts.”

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