#what if i gave him my specific sexuality in a fic for shits n giggles

[thebidoctors]

alan grant,,,,, new projection character?

[thefanficmonster]

Sweet Tooth

Corpse Husband x Asian Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tooth-rotting (😉) Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse isn’t one to have a big preference or craving for sweet, sugary treats. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say he’s not at all a fan of candy. Well, much to his yet to be known delight, his partner Y/N takes that as a personal challenge.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! So sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤ 

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel!“ Y/N gives the camera a wave and blows it a quick kiss with their lips stretched in a delighted grin. They clap their hands together, turning to look at their guest who’s sitting in a chair on their right, his face covered with a sticker in the final cut of the video that their viewers have the opportunity of watching. “Ok, before we address the elephant in the room, I’m gonna ask the elephant himself not to move his head too much cause this is already gonna take a long time to edit, the last thing I need is to animate that sticker over your face to follow your movement.“

“Got it, babe.“ A deep voice replies obediently, earning an approving hum in response. However, just as Y/N’s about to turn to face the camera again, the mysterious - ok, not THAT mysterious - guest leans down and plants a kiss on their cheek.

“Brat!“ They squeal as they turn to glare at the person with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t appear bothered at all, chuckling as he wraps his arms around them in an attempt to soften them up. Sadly, his tries fall through as they proceed to ignore his affection instead of reciprocating it for the sake of being petty, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend Corpse.“

“Hello, I am hand.“ Corpse says, slowly waving his hand at the camera, “I shall be your entertainment tonight.“

“Oh this is no entertainment, I have a point to prove here.“ Y/N argues, breaking free from his arms before they bend down to pick up one of the two boxes that are resting by their feet. “You see, Corpse and I got in a bit of a scrap last night...“ they trail off, distracted by the contents of the box that’s now resting on their lap.

“I didn’t think me admitting to not liking sweet stuff would provoke such a dramatic reaction from Y/N but here we are.“ He interferes, lifting a finger in the air as though that will help him be heard better or would protect him in case his partner decided to go off at him.

Y/N just ignores his input yet again, continuing to address the camera, aka their audience, “So as you guys may or may not know, my mom’s Korean and my dad’s Japanese. Since they live in their respective countries for work purposes, that means I’m always one phone call - and a little bit of a wait - away from Korean and Japanese snacks at all times. I’m a person who constantly has a snack by their side so you can bet I make that phone call often. However, about a week ago, I made that call specifically for candy, the brands I was obsessed with as a kid. I don’t know what came over me but I think it was my fortuneteller sense kicking in because this mister over here decided to CASUALLY bring up the fact that he doesn’t like candy.” They turn to glare at him before continuing, “Anyways, so luckily, the package arrived only recently so I haven’t had the time to tear open all the candy and eat it all by myself as I was planning to. That being said, today I’ll be in introducing Corpse to the world of Japanese and Korean candy - a tighter circle of it, to be specific: the candy I grew up with.” They finally turn to Corpse again, the look on their face significantly different and a lot more pleasant compared to the one they gave him a bit ago. “So, how are you feeling, babe? Are you excited?”

Although the man’s face is blocked to the viewers, Y/N can still see him and they are pretty damn close to bursting out in a fit of laughter.  “I don’t know how to feel, actually. I know you have peculiar taste so it’s either gonna be a fun experience or I’m gonna very displeased with what you’ll have me try.“

Y/N rolls their eyes, “Trust me, you won’t be.” They put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only half humoring his nervousness, “You’ll only be trying six on camera, but my parents sent a ton more which you’ll be able to try later, ok? It was really hard for me to pick only six favorites by I don’t need this video crossing the twenty minute mark.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Corpse finally brings himself to rip the band-aid off and get this adventure started. “Ok cool, but don’t surprise me with anything, please. Show me what you had in mind to have me try so I can, you know, prepare myself.”

Y/N, who was busy taking out packets of candy just a moment ago suddenly stops in their movements to give him a look of disbelief, “You know none of these are poisonous, right? Like, I’m not trying to kill you or anything. There’s no cyanide, no rat poison...”

His laughter cuts them off, wrapping his arm around them and pulling them closer again, “I’m messing with you, babe. What you got for me?” He says, placing a quick kiss to their temple while sneaking a peek at the packaging of the candies they’re holding right now.

Wiggling a little looser in his grip, they first show him the three items before turning them to the camera, “These are from my mom, she sent them from Korea and they are triggering a massive wave of nostalgia right now, not gonna lie.” They giggle, adjusting the brightness a little so the products can be seen properly, “Ok so first we have the long biscuit sticks that come in many flavors but I asked for my favorite - green tea flavored, that is. Then we have Pumpkin Monaca which are probably one of my most favorite sweet treats of all time. I think you’re gonna really like them. And lastly from Korea we have these butter waffles which I used to eat for breakfast when I was running late for school - which happened often.”

Corpse snorts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

His remark is overlooked as Y/N continues, now taking out three packets from the other package, “Now we’re moving on to my dad’s box. He didn’t disappoint either: we have soda-flavored jelly beans; Black Thunder chocolate bars which you’re only gonna steal one of because the rest are MINE; and last but definitely not least we have some classic milk candies.” Setting those down as well, they turn to Corpse yet again, this time giving his a mischievous smile that’s promising him trouble, “So, Mr. Corpse Husband, after this introduction, are you prepared to have your entire opinion o sweet food changed? And more importantly, are you prepared to develop an addiction to these treats?”

Corpse nods confidently, “Oh, I’m very prepared, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.”

Needless to say: boy, was he not as prepared as he thought he was.

It goes without saying Y/N proved their point and took the win today.

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[lumosandnoxwriting]

Call Me When You’re Sober - George Weasley

Title: Call Me When You’re Sober Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, George x Angelina Johnson (kinda, sorta, not really) Warning: mentions of drug use!! Also some mentions of sexual things like sexting/sending nudes and one mention of a boner. I also use the word tits a few times. Summary: George only seems to have the time for Y/N when he’s high, and that’s just not enough for her anymore. (This is also a modern au where they have cell phones and social media bc why not) A/N: this is for an anon that wanted a fic based off of a tiktok POV they saw and funnily enough that POV ended up on my fyp last week so you can find that here if you want. The only part I was inspired by was Angelina being present, but that part was specifically mentioned in the request everything else is purely from my own brain!! This also includes a bit of Angelina Johnson slander but it does not represent my actual views. Angelina slander is not welcome in this house. Feedback is always welcome and requests are open! Tags: @feltondarling​ @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​

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The first time it happens Y/N answers the phone right away.

“George? What’s wrong?” she asks frantically, already getting out of bed. It’s three am and George never calls even at a decent hour, so she assumes that something has gone wrong and he needs help.

“Hey, Y/N,” George drawls slowly, like his mouth is moving in slow motion.

Y/N pauses in the middle of her bedroom, her hand hovering above her car keys. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” George certainly sounds off, but he doesn’t necessarily sound like he’s in need of her rescuing. When all George does is giggle in response, Y/N groans. “Are you high?”

“High on life!” George responds, prompting Y/N to roll her eyes. She shuffles back over to her bed and climbs back in, snuggling under the covers. “And maybe a little bit of weed,” he adds with a laugh.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a small smile on her face. George is one of her favorite people in the world, and it’s hard for her to stay mad at him. “A little bit?” she teases. “You sound baked out of your mind.”

George lets out a throaty laugh, and Y/N closes her eyes, making it seem like he’s there in the room with her. They don’t get to see each other often now that they’re both out of school and busy with their lives, and George’s aversion to phone calls means all she has to get her through their periods of time apart are short text messages and stupid memes. Hearing his voice sends shivers down her spine, and if it wasn’t so late she’d be driving to wherever he is to climb into his arms.

“What can I say? Freddie got the good stuff now that we can afford it.” Y/N can hear some rustling, and she figures that he’s laying back onto his bed. “Not like back when we were at Hoggywarts. Remember those days?”

Y/N hums as she lets her mind wander back to their school days. It didn’t happen often, but every once in a while Fred or George would sneak out of the castle down to Hogsmeade to buy off of a guy that works at the Hogshead Inn. They would settle into their dorm along with Lee and after placing some spells on the room and throwing the windows open they’d light up and pass the joint around until nothing was left. The weed was cheap and burned their lungs, but none of them cared. It left them all feeling like they were floating, and they would talk for hours about nothing in particular.

George always got handsy when he was high, and Y/N supposes this is where her feelings for him started. Once the joint burned out George would pull her body close and let his hands roam all over it as he talked with the boys idly. Y/N would run her hands through his hair and scratch at his scalp, her face pressed tightly to his neck. They often ended up falling asleep together wherever they had landed, sometimes it was George’s bed, but it was usually the floor, swaddled in some random blankets and pillows from the common room. Y/N was always the first to wake up, and she’d hug George tightly for one more fleeting moment before sneaking out and back into her own dorm.

“You roll the best joints, Y/N,” George continues when Y/N doesn’t say anything. “Fred is so shit at it. No matter how many times you showed him how to do it.”

“Very sweet of you to say, Georgie,” Y/N laughs. She yawns a moment later, desperately trying to fight off sleep. “Though you were always more fond of smoking from a bowl if I remember correctly.

George yawns too and Y/N can hear him climbing under the covers of his bed. “I am. But smoking joints reminds me of you.”

“George,” Y/N says softly, sitting up in bed. She waits for him to say something, but all she’s met with are his light snores. She rolls her eyes, settling back down into her pillows. “Goodnight, George.” Y/N hangs up her phone and places it on her nightstand before letting memories of George lull her back to sleep.

-

The next time it happens Y/N doesn’t hear her phone the first time. She’s out of town for work, and after a long day she’d collapsed right onto the bed in her hotel room, formal clothes still on and everything. Y/N had ignored her phone the first time, hoping to fall back asleep. But when it started to ring again only seconds after it stopped she picks up her phone and answers the call without bothering to see who it is.

“Hullo?” she answers sleepily, her eyes barely open. She glances at the clock, noting that it’s only 10 pm and figures that it’s one of her coworkers inviting her to go out with them.

“You sound sleepy,” George responds softly, his voice deep and languid. “Did I wake you up?”

Y/N sits up in bed, rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes. “George?”

George laughs. “Who else would it be?”

“Considering the fact that this is literally the second time you’ve ever called me I figured it would be anyone else besides you,” Y/N teases, shrugging out of her suit jacket.

“Hey,” George whines, and Y/N can practically hear the pout on his face. “I called you on your birthday.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Oh, you’re right, my mistake.” She pauses as she walks over to the dresser in the room, starting to take off her jewelry. “How baked are you this time?” she asks playfully.

“What makes you think I’m high?” George laughs.

“For one the sound of your voice,” Y/N explains as she kicks off her heels. “And you only call me when you’re high. Oh, and on my birthday,” she adds when George makes a noise of disapproval.

Y/N hears George shuffle around, and she takes the opportunity to put him on speaker so she can put her phone down and start getting rid of the rest of her clothes. “You can tell by my voice?”

“Mhm,” Y/N hums, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. “It gets deeper and slower.”

“Really?” George asks, sounding surprised. “Does it sound sexy?”

Y/N laughs as she heads over towards her suitcase, taking off her bra as she goes. She starts to dig through the mess, trying to find her pajamas. “Super sexy,” she responds, hoping George is too high to notice how serious she is.

“What are you doing? You sound too far away.”

Y/N chuckles at George’s dramatics as her hands finally land on her sleep shirt. It’s an old t-shirt of George’s that she stole sometime during their last year and never gave back. Whenever Y/N travels for work she brings it with her as a reminder of home. “I’m putting my pajamas on.”

“So, you’re naked right now?” George’s voice is rough, and it sends a shiver right down her spine.

“Practically,” Y/N responds, pulling the shirt over her head. It’s far too large for her so the hem barely brushes the tops of her thighs, but it reminds her of George, and that’s what matters.

George groans, and Y/N can feel her cheeks heating up as she crawls back into bed. “Wish I was there to see.” Y/N can feel butterflies erupt in her stomach and she has to clamp a hand over her mouth to conceal the noise that bubbles out of her throat. “Send me a pic of your tits,” he continues bluntly when Y/N doesn’t say anything.

“George!” Y/N says, the surprise in her tone evident. The butterflies in her stomach are going wild, and Y/N has to remind herself that it’s the weed talking, not George. “I’m not going to do that George.” Although Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted to. “Besides I’m already dressed and in bed.”

“What a party pooper,” George grumbles. “Got me all hard for nothing.” Y/N’s heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest. George has never been this lewd with her in all the times they’ve been high together, and she wonders if it’s because of whatever he smoked or because this is one of the only times they’ve been alone while one of them was baked. “What are you wearing then? A sexy little nighty?”

Y/N has to take a few deep breaths, hardly able to believe what she’s hearing. Part of her wants to tell George to knock it off and hang up on him. But the other part has wanted to hear George talk to her like this since their Hogwarts days and she doesn’t know which part should win.

“One of your old t-shirts, actually,” Y/N responds quietly, giving in to her desires.

George groans, and it takes everything in Y/N’s power not to shove a hand down her panties. “That red one? That I let you borrow and never saw again?”

“You remember that?” Y/N asks softly.

“Of course,” George answers. His voice is slower now and Y/N can tell he’s going to fall asleep any second. Smoking always makes him tired and he was often the target of a few pranks since he would be the first to nod off. “That’s like a guys wet dream. Seeing a girl that’s as pretty and sexy as you are in his clothes.”

Y/N bites her tongue as to not say anything, just listening to George through the phone. His breathing starts to slow down, and within a few seconds Y/N can tell he’s fallen into a deep sleep. She listens to him breathe for a moment, before hanging up and tossing her phone down. She cuddles up in the unfamiliar bed, desperately trying to fall asleep.

-

Every few weeks George’s name pops up on Y/N’s phone usually late at night and he’s always baked out of his mind. Y/N finds it nice the first half dozen times, George’s voice is always calming to her and she basks in the opportunity to get to speak with him. They haven’t seen each other in months, despite the fact that Y/N has tried to catch up with him several times. But he’s always got an excuse ready. At first Y/N understood, the joke shop is his number one priority, but after a while it gets insulting. When George is sober he can barely be bothered to send her a text message but the second he lights up he’s dialing her phone number.

One night when he calls she asks him why he doesn’t just invite her over to smoke. Her flat is only 30 minutes outside of London and he knows that she’d drive to the ends of the earth to see him. But of course he has an excuse. He says that it’s something just for him and Fred, a way to wind down together after a hectic workday. Which makes sense to Y/N, and as much as she wants to push it she doesn’t. If it were any other person she would have given up on their friendship by now. But George isn’t just any average person. He’s the person she cares most about in this world, and Y/N doesn’t want to live without him. So as shitty as it makes her feel to just be someone he calls when he’s too baked to care who he talks to, she puts up with it.

That is until she reaches her breaking point.

-

The last time it happens Y/N doesn’t answer her phone the first time it rings. Or the second time. She’s just gotten home from having a few drinks with friends and the alcohol has made her brave. She puts her phone on vibrate mode and leaves it on her bed as she gets ready to go to sleep. It takes her 20 minutes to get ready and once she’s finally in bed under the covers she picks up her phone to assess the damage.

“What the fuck George?” she whispers to herself, scrolling through the notifications on her phone. She has 15 missed calls from him and a litany of text messages.

Answer ur phone Y/N Y/N I called again Pls Answer me Y R u ignoring me Need to hear your voice Baby Y/N Im gonna call until u pick up Ill keep txtin 2 Baby please Y/N I need to talk to you I miss u Pls

When George’s name and the stupid photo of him Y/N set as his contact picture pop again Y/N sighs and she reluctantly answers. “What?”

“Oh my god finally,” George groans in his usual slow voice. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Because, George. I was busy. I have a life outside of you and your stupid little phone calls.” Her tone is harsh, and George is so quiet for a moment that Y/N has to check to make sure that he hasn’t hung up on her.

“Why are you so angry?” he asks a second later, and Y/N can tell he’s upset. Normally she would just drop the subject, but there’s alcohol thrumming through her veins and she’s tired of keeping it all in.

“Because, George,” Y/N sneers. “You only call me when you’re high. You dodge every attempt I make at seeing you and you barely even text me anymore. I thought we were friends George. But in reality you treat me like dirt. You use me whenever you want and then you cast me aside without another thought until you’re high again.”

“Y/N,” George starts, but he gets distracted when someone in the background starts to giggle wildly.

Y/N’s blood runs cold, immediately recognizing that laugh. “I thought smoking was something for only you and Fred, George?” Y/N asks accusatorily, sadness and hurt starting to mix with her anger. “I can’t believe you. Not only did you lie to me, but you can find the time to hang out with Angelina Johnson and not your best friend?”

“I-I’m here all alone, Y/N. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” George stutters. But before Y/N can say anything, the same voice says something.

“Georgie,” Angelina whines. “You’re too far away, get back over here.”

“Y/N, I can explain,” George starts, but she cuts him off.

“Fuck you, George Weasley.” Y/N spits, before hanging up on him. She turns her phone off and slams it down, before burying her head in her pillow and crying herself to sleep.

-

When Y/N wakes up the next morning her head is pounding and her throat is dry, and it’s not just from the alcohol she drank. George broke her heart last night, and she has the dry tear tracks on her cheeks to prove it. Y/N avoids her phone, deciding she’s not quite ready for whatever is going to pop up when she turns it back on.

She gets ready for the day slowly, thankful that it’s still the weekend. Y/N stands in the shower for nearly an hour, just letting the hot water sting her skin. When she gets out she brushes her hair slowly, just looking at herself in the mirror. She can’t help but be as mad at herself as she is at George. George may have treated her like shit, but Y/N let him. She let herself become so desperate for his attention that she played right into his stupid game. And as much as Y/N hates to admit it, she doesn’t regret it for a second. All she’s ever craved was George’s undivided attention, and finally getting it felt so good, even if George was higher than a kite each time. Seeing his name pop up on her phone gave Y/N a thrill each time, even though she wanted more – deserved more. Y/N has always been there for George and all she wanted was for him to be there for her too.

Y/N picks out her comfiest lounging outfit, forcing herself not to automatically reach for the old shirt of George’s hanging in her closet. She’s been wearing it more often these days, craving the comfort of his embrace but settling for the cloth of his shirt instead. But now the sight of it makes her want to throw up.

She’s been up for nearly two hours when she settles back into bed, a hot cup of tea in her hands. Y/N’s not sure if she’s actually ready to face whatever mess George put them in last night, but sooner is better than later. She places her mug on her bedside table, reaching over to flip the framed photo she has of her and George over so she can’t see their smiling faces. When her phone finally boots up the screen shows just her background for a moment, before a barrage of texts, missed calls and voicemails show up. George has called nearly 100 times, with almost as many voicemails accompanying them and he’s texted over 200 times to boot.

Y/N scrolls through them, surprised to find that the most recent call and voicemail are from Fred. She can’t remember the last time Fred initiated a phone call with her, since he’s just as hard to get on the phone as George. Fred prefers to communicate through snapchats and tweets, so Y/N knows something big has gone on if Fred bothered to pick up his phone and make a call.

“Uh hey, Y/N. It’s me. Fred. But you probably already know that. Or maybe you don’t. Whatever, not important. I know this is probably the last thing you wanna hear since he’s left you like a thousand messages, but will you please call George? Or text him. Hell send him an email. He’s sorry for whatever it is he did. I’m not really sure what, he was crying a lot when he barged into my room and I was zooted as hell. But what matters is he’s sorry and he really wants to talk to you. So call him, please. Do it for me, at least even if you don’t do it for him. Okay anyway. Bye.”

Y/N sighs, running a hand through her hair. As pissed as she is, she hates to hear that George is upset. She chooses to ignore George’s voicemails for now, since they’re probably a mishmash of words and sobs considering how messy Fred said he was. She clicks on her text message app, scrolling through the messages George had sent, stopping every once and a while to read a few.

Y/N please Im srry Its sending me to voicemail Did u turn ur phone off Talk 2 me Pls y/n pls baby baby baby im sorry I need you to talk to me I need to hear ur voice Pls Let me explain I dnt care abt angie Not like how I care abt u Y/N please. Don’t do this I fucked up I knw I fucked up Let me make it right Please I love you, please

The last text message shocks Y/N, and she rereads it over and over again until its image is imprinted in her brain. George has only ever told her he loves her one other time. It was the last time they got high together, the night before he and Fred left to start the joke shop. Fred, George, Lee and her were all fairly baked, and after Fred and Lee left to sneak down to the kitchens for snacks, George had turned to Y/N and pulled her right into his lap. He had grabbed her face with both of his hands and looked deep into her eyes. I love you, you know that right? His tone was firm and when Y/N nodded he used his grip on her face to pull her into a kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, but she didn’t care. He had mumbled the word ‘good’ when he pulled away and in a blink of an eye he’d drifted off to sleep. Y/N had snuck back into her own bed, figuring it was best to ignore it, since George surely wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway.

A knock at her door brings Y/N out of her thoughts and she tosses her phone on the bed to go and answer it. She’s been expecting a package, so when Y/N reaches the door she doesn’t bother to check to see who it is, and just throws it open.

“You look like hell,” Y/N says when her eyes land on George. She certainly wasn’t expecting it to be him, but she’s truly not surprised. His text messages had sounded desperate and it’s very like George to just show up at her doorstep when she doesn’t want him to after he refused to come over for months. Y/N looks him over as he fidgets, taking in his disheveled appearance. His eyes are sullen and dull, his hair is sticking out in a million directions and his skin is ever paler than normal.

“Suppose I deserve that,” George responds, his voice raspy. He lets his eyes rake over Y/N, dumbfounded by how beautiful she looks even in her lounge wear. It’s the first time he’s seen her in person in over half a year and even though he’s spent much of his free time staring at her Instagram photos, she still takes his breath away. “You look good though.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and goes to slam the door, but George puts his hand up to stop it. “What do you want, George?”

“Just let me explain,” he pleads. “Just let me explain everything and then if you want I’ll go. I’ll leave and you’ll never have to talk to me or see me again. You can delete me from your life. But I can’t let you go without explaining myself.”

“Fine,” Y/N resolves, stepping aside and opening the door so George can come in. She leads him over to her couch and motions for him to sit down. Y/N resists her urge to sit next to him, instead choosing to stand in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed. “Talk.”

George clears his throat and starts to fiddle with his thumbs. “I like calling you when I’m high because I say whatever comes to my mind. When I’m sober I think too much about what I’m going to say, and I never end up saying what I want. But when I’m high the words just fly out of my mouth without me thinking about the consequences and I like that. Because there’s so many things I want to say to you that I don’t have the balls to say when I’m sober.”

“Like asking me for tit pics?” Y/N asks with a curt laugh.

“Honestly, yes,” he answers, a blush forming on his cheeks. “But it’s more than that. Like telling you I smoke joints even though I despise them, and Fred can’t roll to save his life because it reminds me of you. Or that just the thought of you not wearing any clothes drives me wild. Or that I find you so ungodly beautiful and so damn sexy, Y/N. And that I love you.” George pauses for a moment so he can just watch Y/N. “Because I do love you, Y/N. So much more and in so many different ways than a best friend should.”

Y/N bites her lip to keep herself from sharing the same sentiment as George. Because holy hell does she love him with every fiber of her being, but he’s fucked up and hurt her in more ways than just his inability to admit his feelings. “Then why keep me at arm’s length, George? You avoid all my attempts to see you, you only ever bother talking to me when you’re baked out of your mind and you lie to me. Out of all the people in the world you had to smoke with it had to be her. You know how I feel about Angelina.”

Despite being roommates and pretty similar personality wise, Y/N and Angelina never really got along. They were always competing with each other, for the best grades in their year, for prefect and head girl, and Y/N is ashamed to admit that they’d fought over a boy or two in their early years at Hogwarts. But by far their biggest competition was for George’s attention. George couldn’t care less about girls during his time at Hogwarts, Fred didn’t either but at least he would sleep with some of the girls that threw themselves at him. George on the other hand didn’t seem to care. The only girl he ever bothered to spend meaningful time with was Y/N, and it drove Angelina up the wall. Angelina did everything she could to vie for George’s attention, including spreading a nasty rumor about Y/N during their 5th year. Much to Angelina’s disappointment it failed miserably, and they pretty much ignored each other from that day on.

“The Angelina thing is not my fault,” George insists. “She came into the shop just before we closed, and Fred invited her up and she accepted. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not let her in your room!” Y/N answers as if it’s obvious. “But this isn’t just about Angelina, I don’t want to talk about her. It’s about the fact that you’ve been treating me like shit, George. I’ve been trying so hard to get through to you and you stop me every time.”

“Because being around you and having to pretend that I don’t have feelings for you is too painful,” George admits honestly. “The only time I’m brave enough to be with you the way I want to is when I’m high. Why do you think I was always grabbing your ass after we smoked? Why I always made you cuddle me? Why I kissed you that night?”

“You remember that?” Y/N asks, clearly shocked. George had never mentioned it again and Y/N figured he was too high to remember what he said and did. It had upset her to no end that George returning her feelings was only a side effect of the weed, but she never brought it up to him in fear of ruining their relationship.

George scoffs. “Of course I do. When I woke up the next morning and you weren’t there I figured you didn’t feel the same way. So, I just never mentioned it, and when you didn’t either I figured you thought I was just being a high idiot like always and brushed it off. I never invited you to smoke after that because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. And kissing you once is easy to explain away but kissing you every time we get high pretty obviously means something more. So, I would call you instead. And I’d lay in my bed high as hell pretending that you were there next to me until I fell asleep with you on the phone.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Y/N mutters. Before she has a chance to regret her actions, Y/N is throwing herself at George. She straddles his waist and kisses him hard, moaning when his hands land on her bum and give it a squeeze. “You’re such a fucking idiot,” she pants, starting to trail kisses across George’s jaw and down his neck. “But you’re my idiot.”

George chuckles before he grabs Y/N’s face so that he can kiss her again. Their lips move together slowly, and George starts to rub Y/N’s back lightly. “I love you,” he murmurs as their kiss breaks.

“I love you too,” Y/N responds, her head dizzy.

“Does this mean I get tit pics whenever I want?” George asks cheekily, laughing when Y/N slaps his chest.

“Only if you promise to only call me when you’re sober from now on,” Y/N bargains.

George grins at Y/N before leaning in to kiss her briefly. “Deal.”

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The Haunting Of Queen Mary's Castle-  C.B  ~P.1☆

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Summary: Sam and Colby had the bright idea to drag their friends to Scotland, and where would the perfect video location be? How about Queen Mary’s haunted castle? It didn’t help that aspiring physic, Y/N wasn’t too happy to head out of the country, but Colby was there to help. And maybe he wanted something more than being there to help her. Could the spirits be on his side for once?

Word Count: 4k

Date Uploaded:  8/31/20

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This fic is from the vault. I wrote this around January of this year, I start school again in two days and the work and stress load is going to be horrible, especially with it being half in person, half online. I hope to get some more creativity back when more pressure is put on me. I have plenty of ideas with just not enough passion and time. It’ll trickle back one day.

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“Holy Shit…” Colby held his camera closer to his chest as he walked closer towards the breathtaking Neidpath Castle. It’s aura seemed to engulf the curiosity of the young man. His friends splurged on a ten hour trip to Scotland for a quick Youtube video series, he knew near the end, half of them would be begging to go home. The comical routine played its key role in every single episode, no matter what the occasion was. It did make good money to be completely honest. Although, that wasn’t the main focus of their careers. He found himself under a tall bridge-like banister connecting its way to the entire estate. Next to him was his long time roommate, Corey. He sported a bright yellow hoodie in large contrast with Colby’s black one. It was sort of funny, each of his friends had a unique personality, yet connected so well. Of course, they were wearing their own merch. It helped the sales go up, not to mention it was awfully comfortable. A perk to the business if you say.

“And we thought the church was cool…” Sam, Colby’s best friend and other handler of the videography series on their channel, gaped in front of him. This place was bigger than any other private plot they’ve ever visited! It was a couple thousand dollars to rent out for the night, but with the palace’s history it was born to make a hefty income.

“We have this all to ourselves!” Colby nudged Sam, he handed the camera off to his friend Jake, who was talking a mile a minute to the other attendees. A new face poked out of the regular bunch.

“Are you gonna catch me when I get scared, Y/N?” Jake stuck his face in the view of the content woman. Her persona seemed quite drained due to the long trip. She was partially new to the Youtube platform, especially with ghost hunting. Not like Y/N was easily frightened, unlike her friends, it just wasn’t her go to for a cheap thrill. Nerves were indefinitely strained, since it was the first time out with the entire group. Nothing Jake couldn’t fix.

Her laugh trickled out blissfully, ”Wouldn’t Tara get jealous? You don't want to get on her bad side? Do you?” He quickly shook his head and gave a hesitant reply with his sheepish smile.

“We get this all to ourselves?” Colby queried. This place was double the size of the Trap House by far, they had to be scared shitless by the time they left. There had to be some sort of restrictions or a down sided catch to it all.

“Did you do any research on this place?” Y/N  slid up behind the unfocused main man, a small quirk to her. Colby jumped a smidge in light shock. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be genuinely interested with the property. Colby mentally cursed for being so jumpy.

“Jesus Y/N, you scared the shit out me.” He replied, not answering the girl’s question. Y/N met Sam and Colby way back in highschool. Each of them slithered their way into the other’s channels and have made frequent appearances. They definitely weren’t strangers, even though it seemed that way with fans. Y/N had more paranormal encounters out of all of the boys, despite a bit of distaste towards the topic. She was lugged around on long adventures to help them with videos. Some of her videos ranged from ‘‘accidentally’ joining a cult to “selling her soul”. She was the wicca-pedia they needed to not get possessed each trip.

“Ok pussy.” She walked off to talk to Corey, the pair oddly all had a strong connection from somewhere, and Colby sighed as to quickly put on his cheery online persona once more.

Sam waved up at a vacant window as the group, “Hello!” The woman replied unknowingly and aroused quite a shock of embarrassment. A faint giggling came from the couple in the back, “No,no, I do it better.” Corey got a hold of herself, “A Ra-Ta-Ta-tah.” The two burst back into their ceremonial laughs and briefed on about some TikToks they watched on the remotely silent ride from the airport. 

Sam turned back around to see the shorter woman. Notwithstanding her first place in line, “How is he gonna get a kiss kiss? Very ugly to me!” The duo rounded up to each other and laughed on their way up the trail, leaving the others confused and focused on talking to the groundskeeper.

“I’m assuming you are the caretaker of this?” The blonde one waved more at the older woman. She seemed more on the reserved side and peeled her eyes at the sight of a camera. A lovely addition to the already uncomfortable scene.

The woman gracefully approached Sam, “Yes, Yes I am. My name is Katrina.” Sam went on with the lady into a dark back door. The young adults glanced on in uncertainty. 

“Yo, why are they going off by themselves?” Colby asked Jake. The first rule of all of their videos was not to go off by yourself. Bad shit always follows. “He literally was like-”

“He’s been looking at her ass like all day.” Jake joked back, Corey attentively diverted himself from Y/N to get a jump in on whatever that conversation had morphed to.

“That’s whatever the fuck he was doing.” They all snickered and continued on with the inappropriate jokes. Editing this would be like a field day to Reggie.

“Is Kat gonna think…” Colby looked around jokingly, getting another round of laughter from the friends.

“I don’t know..” Colby softly replied. He pressed on to dumbfoundedly impersonate Sam’s girlfriend, “Oh it’s not cheating if he’s not in the same country.”

“It’s sexual relations Jake.” Y/N whispered at him. They continued to poke fun out of the cougar-lady, but her and Sam rushed back soon enough. Just in time to ask questions. 

“Uh, that was pretty much the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Sam pulled everyone aside with a smug look on his face. He honestly always had one of those. The blank stares that were thrown back at him weren’t what he expected. 

“Uh Sam what does that mean.” Jake chuckled. He looked around at everyone not able to catch on. The seriousness of the situation began to settle as everyone genuinely thought Sam could have done some weird shit with that groundskeeper.

“All I have say is that was quick man…” Colby scraped some gunk off of her nails while waiting for following instructions.

Sam obviously didn’t understand, “To fill you guys in I had to learn, kind of, where all the specific light switches were. I didn’t even look around. I just kinda looked at the ground until she saw.”

“You were like that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” Colby turned the camera to focus on him and Jake mocking Sam’s slight happiness by seeing fancy rocks.

“It was only the stairs!” Sam said defeatedly, he didn’t want to spoil the real first looks.”That’s just giving you a little hint, but um, I asked her if she could you know fill us in on some of the information of, likewise castles here, the hauntings or any deaths and she said she knows some information.”

“Oh cool…” Colby was already quite unenthusiastic about this idea anyways. Katrina retreated out of the building quickly with keys in her hand. She sprinted over to all of them.

“Look it’s Sam’s new girlfriend!” Y/N cheered. Sam spun his head around, probably pulling a muscle in the process. The pure look of utter horror could not be more hysterical. Sam became flustered with a loss for words, his face tinted with a light shade of pink. Before he could muster up any sort of retort Katrina, the groundlady, came jogging back to the group.

“What’s some of the backstory about this castle?” Jake asked, he spun some rings around in his hand. Paying no mind to the other plot line adhering to his right.

“This castle was built in the second half of the 14th-Century, but there was another castle built before that in here. That was built in 110,so uh.” Few ‘Wows’ and ‘Oohs’ cut her off. “That was quite a while ago, but the Neidpath was built by the Family Of Fraser’s and they built a Buddha made castle. This one was burned down by the English army. After a guy named Simon Fraser, who’s the cousin of Braveheart, was captured and executed and that’s why the Buddha made the castle was burned to the ground. Another family built this castle, which was besieged in 1650 by the Cromwellian army. Legend says that this was the only stronghold of the Scottish borders which actually withstanded the siege. Whether it’s true or not, we don’t know, but what we do want you to know is that one-third of the castle collapsed, non-existing anymore.” She spoke with absolute passion. The place had so much rich history, the surrounding observers listened with extreme intent, not to miss one sentence in case it may help their investigation.

Colby raised his eyebrows at this question, “One-third of it?”

Katrina continued on, “Because of the siege. We do have a dungeon in the castle as well.” Everyone went silent.

“A dungeon?!” Jake nearly dropped a silver band he was picking on by the mention of this. His personality perked up and suddenly the whole crowd was uplifted. Finding weird places in “abandoned” areas is always a plus side, but this tops all of it.

“Guys shut up!” Y/N whacked Jake with her phone, he stuck his tongue out while rubbing his shoulder. She didn’t want to leave too bad of a first impression. It would be mortifying if something went wrong and the owner already hates you.

“Is there a dragon?” Corey brought everyone back to the topic of the castle, he didn’t want to be there a minute longer, but in this group you just do what you’re told and shut your mouth.

“We do have quite a big colony of bats under the roof, so I’m not sure if you really want to go down there Mister.” The group laughed and groaned at Katrina’s statement. Running into bats could be the worst thing to encounter.

Corey nodded in response, “So there are dragons.”

The history went on, “It was quite widely used during the 14th and 15th century because that was the only reason for the whole county.” The darker side of it all became slowly prevalent. It wasn’t just a posh place the others expected it to be. 

“Prison?” Sam posed. This just got a lot weirder than they all expected.

“Yes. You’ll be able to get into it because there is this rough opening through, which was made in the 17th century, but before that the only entrance to the dungeon was through the trap door from the guards. I should have shown you that, but I’m not going to. You’ll find it by yourself.

“Oh god…” Colby rubbed the bridge between his nose, an inevitable  headache was beginning to form.

Sam tittered, “Are we just going to fall through? Is that ok?” He got no proper answer, which set his worries on the run.

“So, the last prisoner was there in 1594, I think. We know there was a teenage boy like a 14 year old boy who was just pick pocketing people and he ended up here. The note didn’t say that he actually came out of there again.”

“Like meaning it’s haunted?” Colby preyed on.

“Uh, it is haunted!” Katrina stated blandly.

“Fun for us!” Y/N shrugged to hide her panic. Colby glanced at her. He sensed her anxiousness, he didn’t want her to be upset. Definitely not in the shitty environment. Of course, he cared for her, he just didn’t know how to open up and tell her. Would this really be the place?

“We do have our own one. Her name is Jean Douglas. She died in 1750, she was the daughter of one of the owners of the castle and she died of a broken heart.” The mood fell, a breeze pulled through and messed with the mics. Leaving just a sprinkle of static in the footage. Just in time.

“She was engaged to a young man, but he wasn't wealthy enough to win her family over, so he went abroad to win his fortune and fame and because he was away for far too long she went really sickly and pale and she didn’t eat. She didn’t sleep, so she was really frail when he finally came. When he was riding his horse through the archway she was at the window and he failed to recognize her because she was so altered and broke her heart and she died on the spot.”

The group had a silent reaction to the news, not knowing how to react.

“Ever since then she is walking through the castle being very tall, very gray, very pale looking, weeping.”

“What’s her name again?”

“Jean.” A tiny shiver racked through Sam’s body. He didn’t tell anyone. Just not to set anyone off. Now he really didn’t want to face this spirit.

“Have you ever seen Jean?” Y/N asked, trying her best not to be insensitive with the approach. These things are held really close to some people. Their experiences could be life changing, for others it could most certainly be a lot different.

“No, but I do have ghostbusters coming in several times a year and I asked what was the best recording ever and they were like ‘We got brilliant ones of screams.” 

“Ah..”

“And I was like inside of the castle. I’m here sometimes on my own in the middle of the night at midnight, one, two, three o’clock. When I have to lock up after the events and such. Do I really want to do that with screams in my head? No I don’t, I said no.”

“Alright sounds like it’s a nice haunted Scottish castle.” Sam tried his best to play off his uncomfortable feelings with humor. It did not work.

“I’m going to do the dungeon now. I’m not telling you what I’m going to do now and then the place will be yours” Katrina headed back into the castle with an odd vibe. 

“So, she’s gonna make us fall down the trap door, wow.” Jake leaned in for slight commentary.

“How much do you want to bet that we’re going to die?” Y/N grabbed her backpack to locate her wallet and pulled out a twenty.

“I bet 15.” Corey grabbed his wallet too.

“Guy, that is so sad though…” Colby came into the center of all of them, “Ok, that story. Imagine your husband comes home on a little horse and you're in this window, literally right there and then you die on the spot because he's like ‘Who’s that?’ It’s a tall, frail old lady that’s crying everywhere.” Colby clung to his sweatshirt, “Oh that’s so creepy!”

“Colby if you ever do that to me you’ll have to go back to VidCon alone again.” Y/N was putting in her best bet and threw a five at him. “You can use that for your ticket.” He blushed, just like Sam moments before.

Sam added more commentary from behind the camera, “They’ve heard screams within the castle.” Katrina came right back out with her deafening personality, handed the keys to Sam and hopped right back in her small, blue car, and left with no exchange of words.

“She creeps me out.” Jake in discomfort. To be fair, she is a creepy ass old lady who owns a castle in the middle of nowhere.

Corey turned away from the groundskeeper's car and shrugged off his jitters, "So we have a castle to ourselves...”

“This is amazing!” Sam couldn’t contain his excitement.

“No Shit. I still can’t grasp why you all buyout expensive stuff like a castle.” Y/N gripped the abundance of bet money and slid it all bad into her bag.

Colby inspected the property more in depth, as if he was waiting for a ghoul to poke out at any given time, “This is where we’re staying tonight.” With a grand motion upwards Sam panned the camera up and down.

“And you guys...” Sam pulled the camera away from the stronghold and directed the frame to the rest of his friends,”..have not even seen the inside at all.”

“I know, I know.” Colby pulled his beanie down his head, the enlightened sun seemed to cascade into the clouds with a faint breeze.

“Let’s go find our cottage, get ourselves completely set up and ready for the night. Take some pictures before sun down and then go into the castle, because like we can’t lose this sunset and we got to figure this out.” Sam did some weird hand movements in front of the camera and handed it off to the other’s opinions.

Colby nodded his head up and down in agreement,” Yeah definitely.” Jake wandered around with a rock and for the most part everyone said eye to eye.

“Unfair treatment. I wanted to go in now.” Y/N gave a side glance to Sam and Corey brushed his hand over her playfully. She walked back into frame,“All I gotta say is, Colby Brock Hot Edits.” Colby walked up next to her with a shit-eating grin in approval. Who doesn’t love Colby Brock edits?”

“Shut up, you’re just jealous that there’s no Y/N L/N hot edits for you.” He playfully jabbed back at her with a growing flutter in his stomach. He fucking hated that feeling to no end, but it was such a drug. Only when she was around.

“Alright let’s go, I’m bored as shit.” Jake came back with his new pet rock and put his arm around Corey. Sam cut the camera and went down the forked path. Right down the road was a cottage for visitors.

“Hey Y/N,” Colby came jogging up to the colleen, “Did you see any weird stuff yet?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a symptom of his bashfulness, he began to rethink his uncolorful wording in his sentence. He just had the sudden urge to go up to her and she wasn’t complaining one bit.

She looked over at him, “No, not yet. I just got really put-off by that lady. She just was so…” Her eyes connected with his and a glistening highlight overcame the peaking iris. The words weren’t verbally there, but he understood what was there.

Sam cut her off, “Dude. Look how big this place is.” It was rationally smaller than their house back in LA, but it was sizable for an ancient brick living space.

Jake made the most commotion out of the seven, “Whoever is first picks where they sleep!” He dashed ahead of the group and everyone picked up speed, almost dropping the rock he just adopted.

“I think there’s only like three beds.” Sam panted. No one paid much mind to him and kept running. They all toppled into the door and Corey unlocked it, which left the rest to run up to a room. Jake took the first one to the left, Sam tumbled into the one across. A room had a small couch for Corey and last, but not least…

“Looks like we’re bunking L/N.”

“Fuck you Brock.”

Sam peaked his head in, “Guys, we have film some shots of the place. Come on.” The three made it to the living room where all and sundry were. Sam grabbed his camera and got everyone in shot.

“What?!” With grand motions each person stood up in their acts of shock. Even though it had been there for a solid five minutes the audience always has to be entertained.

Colby turned around, “Yo! We got a TV too!” A small Toshiba was put on a step stool. It would probably gain no use tonight anyways. It looked like a piece of crap too, thank god for Youtube.

They all got up from their seats and went to uncover the rest of the place, “This is nice, very cool.” Colby led them into Corey’s room. A huge bed frame was around a pink canopy bed. Old photos and paintings of the fortress were hung evenly around the perimeter. Sam went through the rest of the rooms and told everyone to head off and get ready.

The guys took cold showers and Y/N soaked in a muddled bath in the basement. She didn’t like it here. Her mind couldn’t unravel much. Sam was stationed upstairs doing a camera touch up with Jake by his side talking about the new Harry Styles album. A half an hour later everyone was wearing at least one faction of Sam and Colby merch, phones were charged and beams from flashlights slid across the floor like a jumping snake.

The group divided into pairs as they walked to the castle. The sky grew much darker than expected and it felt like a looming spirit chipped away at the warm function of friends. The camera was whipped right back out.

“Alright, we are all showered, changed, and ready to explore the castle before sunset.” All went under the arch while the audio was whacked around by the wind.

Colby turned from his conversation to the viewers, "I’m still like flipping out that we’re staying here tonight. That’s crazy!” His lantern swung below him and the towering castle was engulfed by the purple skies. “Look at this place! Look at that beautiful sunset!” He yelled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Since when were you PG-13?”

He blandly stared at her,”Shut up I need to make money,” He looked back at the camera, “When I was like blow-drying my hair and stuff after my shower, my hair dryer was insanely powerful. There’s obviously a lot of energy in it, like the voltage.” 

“I thought he said blow-j-.” Corey chimed in. He shut himself up so they wouldn’t get demonetized, it would be a funny way to go down though. Y/N and Colby giggled along with him. It wasn’t a rare occasion that they all were out laughing and joking, just the side chick with the haunted castle. 

Corey swung his flashlight up and down, “His blow dryer started smoking and like almost blew up.”

“So, what I’m saying is the spirits could use all of this energy to talk to us.”

They all made it to the castle and it was around five-thirty. There wasn’t much to do at this time, but she was always watching. There was something about to happen they could all feel it and that thing, it wasn’t going to be good.

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Part 2? Send me an ask if you want it!!

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Good Intentions with Bad Outcomes

Requested by anon: Could you write for shelby sis who fights with tommy and in his anger he says something really hurtful to her and she leaves. Tommy doesn't take it seriously cause he thinks she'll be back soon anyways but she stays way a couple weeks because she had to hide from someone? and when she comes back everyone is angry at first till they realize that something's off with her and she tells them later on? With a fluffy family end? Sorry if it's too specific:)

Pairing: Tommy + Shelby!Female!Reader, Shelby & Gray family + Shelby!reader (no romance)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, reader being best friends with Esme that’s a warning and we all know it, fluff, smol sexual reference, mention of homophobia + abuse, mention of blinding; Peaky Edition™, slight straying from request(?)

Taglist:  @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @simonsbluee​, @peakysputain​

Tags just for this fic: @mzcrazy2​

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He snapped.

It was just a small argument, at first, but Y/n wouldn’t stop digging. She fought first, he tried to reason with himself, but he knew it was his fault. He was going to apologize, as soon as she dropped the act and came home.

He waited in a chair by the door.

Any moment now. Just a couple seconds and she’d come bursting through the door, admitting her defeat and accepting her brother’s apology, perhaps even apologizing herself.

He checked his pocket watch.

If not now, maybe, and preferably, before 4 am. Tommy grew tired with each passing moment. He knew Pol would kill him if anything happened to Y/n, and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself either, so he told himself to sit by the front door and wait for her, but sleep just seemed far too important. It was something he didn’t get much, and it wasn’t like he could stop himself.

So he slept on the couch. Like a baby, might he add.

However, his awakening was not as peaceful as his sleep. Polly slapped his leg rather harshly with her glove. Her eyes were beat red and her heart was racing faster than the horses her and her family bet on. “Wake up, you bastard!”

“Whatever seems to be the matter, Pol?” He rubbed his eye sleepily and sat upright, but yet again was attacked by his aunt’s gloves.

“You know damn well what’s the matter!” Tommy gave her a look of confusion. “Your sister is missing, goddammit!”

He chuckled, loudly. His amusement earned him more attacks from the gloves as Polly glared down at him, “What the bloody hell do you think is so funny about Y/n being missing?”

“She’s not missing Pol, she’s too fucking chicken to run. Just, relax, alright Pol? She’ll be back in what, five hours?” Thomas smirked at his aunt before grabbing his coat and walking out the front door. He went on his way, walking back to his own home.

“Tommy! Like I’ve said, he’s just a friend!”

“Yeah? Just a friend? Look at him, he just wants to get in your knickers, Y/n/n!” He laughed with his older and younger brother, watching the boy, their sister’s age, flush red with eyes the size of saucers. He noticed his sister look away, equally embarrassed as her guest. “Is that what you are, huh Y/n? A whore? Look at that brothers, our baby sister’s become a whore!”

Y/n grunted and pushed past them, trying to get out of the room, but Tommy grabbed her arm. His teasing smile was long gone. “Y/n/n. Send. Him. Home.”

“You lost the right to call me that when you called me a whore.”

Weeks had passed. Still no sign of Y/n.

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too! Whoring around with some kid-”

“Thomas! I’m not a fucking whore! You may keep your sanity by sneaking around with those women, but I can assure you, brother,” she spat the word with a certain venom to her tone, “none of the whores in the whole bloody fucking world could show you how much of a worthless, sad, piece of shit excuse for a brother you are. Lucky for me,” she leaned in, speaking through clenched teeth, “I’m no whore.”

Y/n grabbed her coat and ran out the door, flipping Tommy off in the process of her exit mission. The shocked expression lazily covered with a horrible attempt of a blank look on Tommy’s face was priceless. He never expected nor meant for it go this far.

That’s when she left. That’s when he laughed to himself and waited by the door, telling himself over and over that she was only kidding around. That she was going to come home.

It had almost been a whole fucking month.

He finally saw the truth.

She was either missing, serious about leaving, or had, as much as he didn’t want to think about it, died. And he was the one who had to break the news to his family. When he did, many different reactions were shared.

Esme, who held a close bond with Y/n, slapped Tommy with small “cat-fight” hits to his arm until John pulled her back. John refused to look at Tommy, full of his own guilt for not stopping the joke before it got too far. Arthur drank his sorrows away, but not before bowing his head in shame as well.

And as for Polly, she gave Thomas a disappointed, disapproving glare and hit his arm, similar to Esme, but with full force, figurative steam coming from her ears accompanied by the tears flowing from her brown orbs. The action spelled it out better than words could’ve. Not that she would’ve said anything about it anyways, as she currently wished to be on something, anything, worse than “not on speaking-terms” with her nephew.

They knew Y/n was at fault as well, but she wasn’t there at that moment, so Tommy was facing his punishment while they had their free time. Esme baked Y/n’s favorite Romani treats, the reasoning quite obvious when Pol and Ada had pointed it out,

“You’re going through a grieving process. She may not have died, for all we know, but you feel that you lost her, and it’s hurting you intensely.”

Some days, Ada joined in, baked her share, and brought them back to her house. Today, however, it was just Esme.

Or so she thought.

The feeling of unease washed over her. A chilly wind blew into the room. She’d had her fair share of the supernatural, but this presence felt alive. Esme’s hand reached for the knife before she spun around, dropping the blade at the sight in front of her.

“Y/n- what the bloody hell...?” Y/n tried to walk over for a hug, but only managed to get half way before Esme snapped back to her senses and hit her friend over and over again with one of her aprons. “Where” hit “Have” hit “You” hit “Been!?”

“Oh you know...exploring.”

“Fucking hell, Y/n, you grew up in Birmingham, in fact, you’re still growing up, here, in Birmingham. So tell me. What’s wrong? If you decide not to tell me, just know that John’s sleeping upstairs, and don’t, for one second, think I won’t go wake his lazy arse up.”

“Oh yeah, sure, Esme, maybe get him to tell Tommy to get that stick out his ass, would you? I mean, it’s got to be painful with how far up there he makes it out to be.”

Esme frowned, remembering what Thomas told them all. “Oh hun... you should’ve told me and came over here! I’m sure John wouldn’t have minded, and if he would’ve... well that’s too bad for him, innit?” Y/n giggled softly and began to smile, causing Esme to cheer with joy. “See! Come, I’ll make you some tea!”

“Well? Where the fuck were you!?” Polly inspected Y/n for injuries, finding bruises along wrists. 

“Nowhere, I’m fine. I just fell into some trouble and, like Arthur taught me, won.”

Arthur chuckled proudly, “Attagir-”

“No. Tell us the truth, Y/n.”

“I am.”

Polly leaned closer to her niece. They held eye contact, Y/n could see the tears threatening to spill over her Aunt’s lower eye lids. She inhaled, preparing to speak, hesitated, to up the dramatic effect, and finally let a word free. “Liar.”

“To be fair Pol, she had been at my home for the past week-”

A gasp and a cough, both from Pol, sounded in the room from shock. “She what?” she drawled.

“My point is, Aunt Pol, my small home, all the little ones, there would be some points where she’d trip, ya know? Even Esme gets some bruises like that-”

“Mhm. It’s totally from the small house.” Arthur chuckled into his cup, snorting when Pol flicked him on the back of his head. “Anyways, she said it Pol, she’s fine. No broken bones, no bloody noses, John gave an explanation for any bruises, she’s fine.”

“I’m with Polly on this one. She didn’t seem all that well at our home, John, and she didn’t run around enough to get bruises. Sorry, love.” She winced apologetically at her sister-in-law.

Y/n shrugged and walked from the room, trying hard to keep the emotions inside. If she didn’t cry, they couldn’t know that she had lied. Not that it was any use, Pol was already onto her and her siblings were giving her suspicious looks.

Tommy followed his younger sister and closed the door behind himself. “Y/n/n. Are you alrig-”

She hugged him, tightly. Thomas could feel his shirt dampening from his sister’s tears. Y/n broke, despite her plan not to, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her sobs were painful for Tommy to hear. His protective and brotherly instincts kicked in as he processed the muffled cries of the voice belonging to the girl he watched grow up, the girl cared ever so deeply about, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tightly.

“Tommy... I couldn’t help him.”

“Who?” She looked up at him with sad expression. He remembered the night. He called his sister a whore for joking purposes and with the intent of preventing her from ending her night with a broken heart, it didn’t help that he was slightly drunk, and he didn’t realize she’d take it to heart. “I-”

“It’s alright, Tom, you had good intentions, they just didn’t have the best of outcomes.”

“Y/n/n, I shouldn’t have called you that, no matter my intentions.”

She hugged her brother again, both Shelby siblings unaware of the door opening and their audience that stood on the other side of it. “Tommy, you wanna know what happened? I was like you, had good intentions, but a bad outcome.”

“What’s this of bad outcomes?” Pol stepped forward, tears spilling over the brims of her eyes and a small smile upon her lips. Y/n began to cry harder, and Polly wrapped her arms around her after Tommy moved out of the way. She rested her head on Y/n’s and mumbled soft affirmations as her hand moved up and down her back soothingly.

“Tells us what happened, dear, from the start, okay?” Y/n nodded, separating from her aunt and sitting in the middle of her clan, who sat on either the sofa or a chair.

“The boy Tommy assumed was into me, was being abused. I was trying to help, prevent him from being hurt anymore than he already was. His father hated him because he... he likes boys. I figured, if I hung around, his father would think the opposite and leave him alone. But one day he slapped him, right in front of me. I got so mad, I- I- it was like I- like all I could see was red-”

“Deep breath, there’s no rush, little sister.” Arthur rested a hand on Y/n’s shoulder reassuringly, earning a kind and appreciative smile from the girl.

“Thank you, Arthur. I hurt his father, so I wasn’t lying about that part, but he got back up. Illia, the boy, helped me out of his house and ran with me. We got pretty far and ended up staying at a small abandoned cabin, a good place for us while we were in hiding. He managed to find a place with his grandmother out of the UK, who could care less about his romantic or sexual preferences in gender, and that’s when I started for home. We went our separate ways and our hiding was no longer necessary.”

“I have a question.” Ada raised her hand, in attempt of getting her family to notice her. Y/n nodded and awaited her older sister’s question. “If you were free from hiding...why didn’t you come home right away? Why’d you stay with John and Esme for an extra week?”

“Yeah, I’d like to know that too. We all thought you’d died, Y/n.”

“Oh...” She looked down, wiping away some of her tears, “I didn’t want you to get mad at me. Or have Illia hurt due to certain lovely trios attacking before thinking. He didn’t kidnap me, but if I came back after news of him fleeing Britain spread, you’d probably assume such.”

Polly sat beside her niece with a soft smile and pulled her into yet another hug. “It’s good to have you back. You’ve missed so much, and we’ve missed you. What do you say we eat dinner as a family today, celebrate your return?”

Ada walked over and joined the two women, wrapping her arm around Y/n as well.

“Get over here, all of yous. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t want to hug all of us, right now it’s about Y/n-”

“Pol,” Arthur chuckled heartily, “We’re not gonna argue, we missed her too.”

Tommy was first to step up, stopping in front of Y/n. He pulled her into him, welcoming her into a warm hug, then Polly wrapped her other arm around Tommy, Ada mirroring her Aunt. Arthur found a spot, as did Esme and Finn. John muttered something along the lines of “to hell with it” and finally joined in on the family hug.

That night, they celebrated, just as Polly said. The girls exchanged gossip with Y/n about what she had missed, the boys teased her, with lighter jokes this time, and shared the news the girls failed to inform Y/n of. By the end of the night, everyone had passed out in the living room with smiles on their face, adults with alcohol in their stomachs, all apart from Y/n and Tommy.

“Tommy?” He grunted in response to his sister, fidgeting with the glass in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

Tom paused, inhaling slowly. The entire time, he thought she was the own who owed him an apology, at least a small one. But he was the one who said the words. He was the one who watched her leave without chasing after her. “Don’t be. If anyone here should be sorry, it’s me.” He looked over to her, the siblings holding eye contact, “You’re not a whore, okay? I never should’ve said that, even if it was true or not, it wasn’t kind of me. I hurt you because I misread your friend’s intentions and-”

“Good intentions, bad outcome.”

“Y-yeah. But my intentions were not needed, Y/n/n. They were something I should’ve kept to myself, but I did it with Ada too, and now she and I have... well a relationship that’s not as strong as ours.”

“Tommy,” she knew what he was trying to say, “you could never ruin our relationship. We may fight, but at the end of the day, your my big brother.” She moved closer to him. “I look up to you, admire you, shit, I wish I was you sometimes.”

“You don’t want to be me, trust me.”

Y/n laughed. “You’re right, I don’t want to be you. I don’t think having a stick up my ass sounds the most comforting-”

“Oi, watch what you say, Miss Blinder, you’re messing with the rest of the world now.”

He tickled her, but stopped when she held up a hand and made a face. “Wait- Peaky Blinders..?” He nodded. “No- you aren’t- Tommy!” Thomas shushed his sister with a chuckle that matched hers, pure happiness in the Shelby home.

“Yep. You’re a Blinder now, sister.” He raised a shot glass, “May all your good intentions have greater outcomes.”

“No, actually.”

“What?” He stopped his hand before the glass could reach his lips, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

She smiled at her brother, raising her own glass, “I prefer the good intentions with bad outcomes, after all, if this is the aftermath of a good intention and it’s bad outcome, I’d be more than happy to make sure all my good deeds had bad endings.”

“Careful there sister, one should be wise about how they phrase such a promise.” 

He didn’t believe in bad luck, nor God, or really anything, for all Y/n knew. That’s what he led others to believe- yet it was like he was warning her about the possibility of bad luck. Beliefs aside, his words were showing a hidden genuine concern to his sister’s.

“I suppose a few good outcomes are acceptable.” They clinked their glasses together and drank their drinks with matching smiles. 

It felt amazing to be back, even better to be back and offered with an opportunity to initiate revenge for Illia. Being a Peaky Blinder had many perks, like the infamous line that was known for being the first thing one hears after losing their sight.

The line that brought motivation to her good intention that could end with a very bad outcome for herself instead of the person she planned it for, had she gone through with it before being presented with the razor dawning cap. The line she’d finally be able to say. The line that could, should, and would be the last thing the evil bastard heard.

Don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders.

[lifeofkaze]

When Stars Ignite - Chapter 5

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N:

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: Language, reference to smoking (cigarettes), allusions to NSFW topics

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @carewyncromwell @night-rhea

Gettin' sold, second hand

That's how it goes, playin' in a band

It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll

~ AC/DC - It’s A Long Way to the Top ~

Halfway through their first week back on tour, their time in London was slowly drawing to an end. Lizzie couldn’t quite believe how fast the days seemed to fly by, each one a blur of tiredness, boredom and the addictive rush of adrenaline when they were on stage. Every day and night was like the one before and totally different all at once.

It felt like only yesterday that she had stepped from the plane back from America; at the same time, being surrounded by all the familiar faces and living in long established routines, her break from the hustle and bustle already seemed like an eternity away. Lizzie could still feel the last traces of jetlag wearing her down sometimes, but at least her shifted rhythm helped her stay energised during the shows; not that she was getting much sleep afterwards either.

Wrecked from her chronic lack of sleep, Lizzie had missed her alarm this morning. When she arrived at the largest dressing room of the O2 Arena, she found the rest of the band already assembled.

Merula and Everett were sitting at the huge table in the middle of the room, Everett scrolling through his social media accounts while Merula was painting her nails in a dark violet colour. Skye was slumped onto one of the sofas at the back of the room, a magazine spread across her lap. She looked up from the colourful pages as she saw Lizzie enter.

“About time you’re showing Jameson; thought you’d gotten lost somewhere. Where’ve you been?”

Lizzie sat down on the arm of the sofa Orion was sitting on; he lifted his head briefly and smiled before bending over his notebook again. Lizzie tried catching a glimpse of the lyrics he was scribbling down but he covered them with his hand. With a shrug, Lizzie turned her attention to Skye.

“I overslept and then ran into Charlie. Murphy and KC are gone somewhere, ‘having a meeting’ apparently.”

“That’s what they’re calling it these days,” Merula muttered under her breath, making Skye snort with laughter.

“Anyway,” Lizzie chuckled, “they’re not here to show the new pyro girl around. They left the job to Charlie, but apparently she’s late and no one knows how to reach her. He’s a little grumpy about it.” She furrowed her brow in concern. “I hope that doesn’t make for a bad start. Charlie had better behave, from what KC told me the newbie is promising.”

“A female pyro tech, just when I thought I’d seen it all,” Everett scoffed. “I mean, how good can she even be?”

Merula arched an eyebrow at him, her eyes sparkling dangerously. “You have a problem with a woman on the job, or what?”

Everett blatantly ignored her, however. “Hopefully we’ll have something to look at this time, right Orion?”

Orion was trying not to roll his eyes. “What we portray on the outside pales in comparison to what we carry in our hearts; as long as she’s a good person who is sure of what she’s doing, nothing can go wrong.”

“Getting along with Charlie would help, too,” Lizzie added.

A grin tugged at Orion’s lips. “It would indeed.”

Everett looked at him sceptically and shook his head. “Listen to you, as if you didn’t care about looks as well.”

Now Orion finally looked up from his notebook for good and frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Stop acting all innocent, everyone knows you’re getting your fair share of groupies as well,” Everett laughed, obviously finding the thought of someone preferring Orion to him hilarious. “Hotel room walls aren’t the thickest, you know.”

Lizzie almost choked on the bottle of water she had helped herself to. She was trying her hardest not to blush as her eyes flickered to Orion. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments before she busied herself with the lid of her bottle, hopefully looking more innocent than she felt. She could tell by the way Orion was trying to keep a straight face that Everett’s remark came just as surprising to him as it did to her.

Clearing his throat, Orion replied levelly “I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s a wonder you’re able to hear anything over the racket you’re making most nights.”

Everett shrugged. “At least I’m open about it.”

“As much as I hate to say it, but Ev has a point,” Skye chimed in all of a sudden. She was waving her magazine through the air. “According to the Daily Mail, you’ve had at least six affairs ever since we’ve been to Spain. They mark you down as quite the casanova.” Same as Everett before, the thought seemed to amuse her to no end.

Merula rolled her eyes at Skye. “Why are you even reading that shit?”

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” Skye shrugged. “And it’s fucking hilarious.”

Meanwhile, Lizzie had regained her composure. “Well, don’t keep us on the rack. What’s the latest news?”

Skye cleared her throat before scanning the pages. “After things got frosty between us in Poland, Lizzie and I have apparently decided on an open relationship. Good for us,” she looked up and blew her friend a kiss, which made Lizzie giggle. “They’re still taking bets when Merula is going to come out of the closet -”

“What is this bullshit with me being gay all the time,” Merula snarled.

“You just give that vibe, I know what I’m talking about,” Skye shrugged indifferently before carrying on. “We already had Orion being a ladies’ man and Ev… “

Skye trailed off as she read the paragraph again and looked up after she had finished. “There are pictures of you with Rita Skeeter in here, what’s that about?”

“None of your business,” Everett answered brusquely.

Lizzie saw Skye’s face darken at his tone and quickly snatched the magazine out of Skye’s hands. Just as anticipated, Skye’s attention immediately went to her as she tried to get it back.

The potential fight being dissolved before it had begun, the mood was gradually calming down again. It was an almost relaxed atmosphere in the dressing room, when the door opened and Ethan walked in. He looked very tense and as the door fell shut behind him with a bang, the muscles around his mouth were tight. He exhaled slowly, his hands running over his lessening brown hair.

Skye was disconcerted to see her father looking so unusually stressed. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

He held up a hand to silence her before producing a crumpled package of cigarettes from his pocket. Flicking his silver lighter open, he held the flame to one of them. “I’ll explain in a minute.”

“You do realise that there’s smoke detectors in here?” Lizzie pointed out apprehensively. “I don’t know about you but I don’t care much about getting soaked.”

Ethan took the glowing cigarette out of his mouth again and put it out against the nearest table. “Fucking rules,” he muttered. “Nobody gave a shit back in my days.”

Orion looked up from his notebook, his dark eyes unreadable as they took in Ethan’s nervous demeanour. “It’s clear to see that you’re agitated, but a pain is shared is a pain halved. What’s the matter?”

Ethan sighed, wistfully closing the packet of cigarettes before stowing it away in his pocket. “I had a few calls back and forth with the label over the last few days.”

“So?” Skye urged him on.

“They’re not particularly impressed with what the press is writing about you at the moment. They’re considering cutting the budget for the next album by half.”

His words went down like a lead balloon in the silence spreading throughout the room; no one could believe what they were hearing.

“Why the fuck would they do that?” Skye finally managed to croak out. “The next album was going to be our biggest production so far.”

“Why are they even thinking about it?” Lizzie agreed. “We’re playing to a full house every night. We’re doing a great job, if I may say so, and the reviews have all been really positive so far. The press has been good.”

But Ethan shook his head. “No, Lizzie, the press hasn’t been good at all. People don’t care about professional reviews in respectable magazines anymore. Everything the public sees is what’s written in those goddamn tabloids.” He was eyeing Skye’s copy of the Daily Mail with a grim face. “And they’re having a field day with you; have been for a while now.”

His look darkened further as his gaze swept the round of musicians assembled in front of him, resting particularly long on Everett, who didn’t budge in the slightest.

“Some of you are taking this whole ‘rockstar’ lifestyle too seriously. What was fun and games in my time doesn’t work today anymore. I’ve been told that the label had to fork out a good amount of money to get some positive stories about you out, counter the negative attention you’ve been getting.”

His words were met with icy silence, none of them feeling personally addressed by Ehtan’s barely hidden accusation.

“Listen,” he continued more placatory, “I know sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll are all fun to do, I’ve been there myself. But these days, people aren’t as easy about diva behaviour and trashed hotel rooms.”

Again, he was giving Everett a hard stare. “Cleaning up behind you costs the label hard cash. Cash they’re now cutting from the production budget.”

“That is very unfortunate to hear,” Orion spoke into the ensuing silence. “Is there anything we can do to make them reconsider their actions?”

Ethan’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Good that you’re asking! I already designed a battle plan for us, we won’t have them compromise our work that easily.”

He placed both of his hands on the table where Merula and Everett were sitting, tapping the smooth surface with his fingers. “I’m thinking about going all out on the charm offensive. We’re going to be doing more interviews, more meet ‘n’ greets, fan events, charity bullshit, more of everything. You name it, we’re going to do it. We have to show the public you’re not some off-hook dickheads but still the old friends with a fucking heart of gold like you were when Equinox started.”

Merula snorted derisively. “Nice thought, but I doubt that will impress the guys from the label. You said it yourself, they’re all about the money, they don’t care about this sentimental bullshit.”

“You’re right,” Ethan said, “that’s why I struck a deal with them.”

The way he was avoiding Orion’s eyes was boding ill on Lizzie. And sure enough, Orion’s shoulders were tense as he spoke, his voice noticeably cooler than before. “What kind of deal?”

“They want to know if your new material is worth the huge investment. We need to prove that we’re still the best horse in their stable and they should place their bets on us instead of the new blood they recently signed, like that Winger guy.”

He ran his hand over his dark goatee as he met Orion’s eyes. “Some representatives are going to come to one of the shows in Manchester, see whether what you’re doing is still good enough for their full support.”

He raised his chin in a commanding gesture as he continued. “And they want to see how the crowd reacts to the new songs.”

Lizzie involuntarily held her breath. Orion was particular about his music; Ethan could have just as well asked him to set down his guitar and never touch it again.

And sure enough, his answer to Ethan’s proposition was simple. “No.”

But Ethan wasn’t about to acknowledge defeat so easily. “Yes. If we give the crowd and accordingly the label a taste of what’s to come, they’re going to see that we only deserve the best of the best once we’re ready to hit the studio again.”

Orion, however, remained unimpressed. “No.”

Ethan blinked, clearly irritated at the refusal to cooperate. “Why not?”

“None of the songs are ready to be shared. You don’t serve your guests a half-cooked meal and neither do you hang a picture missing its colours on the wall.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked Ethan straight in the face, the look in his eyes unwavering. “I won’t have my unfinished work being sold for profit; that’s not what this is about.”

Ethan glared at Orion, but instead of a sharp remark from his side, Everett spoke up. “We could play my stuff.”

Clearly surprised at the unexpected offer, Ethan turned his attention to the singer of the band. “You got songs of your own?”

Everett shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure I do. Just promise me they’ll be featured on the album and they’re all yours.”

Hesitant about giving Everett the confirmation he was asking for, Ethan focused on Orion again. “‘No’ is your last word?”

Lizzie had heard some of Everett’s songs before. They weren’t bad by all means, but they were lacking the finesse Orion’s music brought with it. She knew Ethan would take whatever he was offered, but that wouldn’t be in the band’s best interests.

“I know you're protective of your work,” she told Orion quietly, giving him an encouraging smile, “but you showed me what you’ve written so far, and some of the songs are almost there. They’re the best you’ve ever done, believe me. Everyone’s going to love them.”

Orion held her gaze for a moment, searching for the affirmation he needed to agree to a deal he didn’t want to make, but knew he had to in the end.

When he finally tore his eyes away from hers, he looked at Ethan and sighed. “Fine, have my songs. Under one condition,” he added, nipping Ethan’s victorious grin in the bud. “Until I’m completely satisfied with them, I’m going to sing them.”

“Excuse me?” Everett bristled up, “Am I the singer of this band or you? Get out of my fucking spotlight.”

Orion shook his head. “You misunderstand; I’m not trying to fight you for your place in the sun, my friend. But I wouldn’t know how to explain to you what I want the songs to sound like until they’re really finished.”

Ethan snorted. “Stop being a diva, Orion.”

But Orion was adamant in his resolve. “I’m not. All I want is for the people caring about our music to get what they deserve; and they don’t deserve some unfinished songs that aren’t even played the way they’re supposed to be.”

Both Ethan and Orion were staring at each other for a moment longer, before Ethan threw his hands up in exasperation. “Fine, have it your way then.”

Not believing what he was hearing, Everett stood up from his seat. His aggressive energy seemed to fill the room, making it feel a lot smaller than it actually was.

“Are you for real?” he snarled at Ethan. “I’m the frontman of this band, not him! It’s bad enough that his songs are the only ones that get played when mine are easily as good.”

He turned to Orion, eyes sparkling with anger. Lizzie, who was still sitting next to him, tried not to shrink back before him, but Orion met his gaze as calmly as ever. However, this seemed to anger Everett even further.

“You always said you didn’t want to sing, you were perfectly happy with doing background vocals if you had to. Why now all of a sudden? Tell you why, you’re not happy there’s someone else who knows how to write a decent song in this band. Do you consider me a threat to you or what?”

Everett’s voice had risen considerably. Skye and Lizzie were sharing a worried glance as the two male members of their band were glaring at each other, Merula just looking to and fro between them with a bored expression.

Not wanting things to go south even more than they already were, Ethan stepped between Orion and Everett to break their eye contact. “Ev, calm down. There’s no need -”

He was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Taken by surprise, it took Ethan several attempts to make the strain disappear from his voice. He cleared his throat one more time before calling to whoever was waiting on the other side of the door.

“Come in.”

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: Dom! Namjoon x bratty Sub! Reader x Dom! Hoseok

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: SMUT!!! (Well, that’s not smut anymore, that’s literally porn) 99,6% Smut + 00,4%Fluff at the end

Warnings: …well… where should I begin?…THIS IS PURE PWP! Threesome, Polyamory, Dom-/Sub-Themes, Masturbation, Toys, Petnames, Degradation, filthy Name-Calling, Master-Kink, Daddy-Kink, Lots of really filthy Dirty Talk, Swearing, Spanking, HEAVY Assplay, Anal-Fingering, lot of Lube, Pussy-Exhibitionism(?), Pussy Slapping, Mirror-Sex/Making out, Double Penetration (vaginal + anal), Squirting, Unprotected Sex (be smart in RL pls!), Mentions of Aftercare wtf i’m doing with my life?! i need holy water.

A/N: This story got inspired by an idea of the lovely and absolute amazing @h0esvck , we texted smutty shit with each other. Originally it only should be a drabble. Well, here we are again with a 3.6k porn fic.

Summary: You are sexually frustrated, annoyed and bored, which is why you started to masturbate without the permission of your boyfriends Namjoon and Hoseok. Even if they promised to take care of your needs tonight. But you don’t feel like waiting anymore. But you also didn’t expect that Hobi catches you with your pastel blue dildo deep in your pussy…

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With a sigh of pleasure, you let your head fall back into the countless pillows of your huge king size bed and close your eyes shortly afterwards. You tense the muscles of your ass with a wicked smile up and begin to moan softly as you feel the hard and unyielding metal clearly between your buttcheeks. God, you just love the feeling of your little hole being filled with a plug.

Just the thought that your sweet pussy will be stuffed with the big pastel blue dildo just makes you even wetter. You feel your arousal running down slowly over your butt and dripping on the towel under you. Hobi and Joon have promised to take today’s evening some time for their little princess off and takes care of you and your needs. But when you heard this promise you just roll your eyes.

They can promise you a lot when the day seems to be long. With the same words, they put you off last week and the week before. Sure, they have a hell of a lot to do, but then they shouldn’t keep giving you such empty promises again and again if they can’t keep them. You are tired of waiting and if they’re not able to satisfy your needs, then you do it yourself.

You have ignored your sexual desires way too long, you’ve had nothing between your legs for too long to be still able to endure this burning lust in your lower abdomen. Usually your boys ensure that your high sex drive is satisfied by themself and that you hardly have to lend a hand yourself, unless they are on tour. Only for this reason you have your own toy box, the other toys have been locked away by the boys, so you’re not tempted to help yourself without permission. What a pity that they forgot to take this box away from you~

You bite your lower lip in anticipation as you push the realistic modeled dildo into your greedy and impatiently waiting hole. You fill yourself inch by inch until you have the toy in your dripping cunt right up to the base. Your walls gripping the silicone cock firmly, your pussy has really sucked it in as if she were afraid that the dildo would be taken away from you again.

A slight blush of pure enjoyment settle down on your cheeks at the thought that both of your holes are stuffed. You have to admit, you have a small (well, more of a huge) kink for this, you just love the feeling of being completely filled.

You love that you’re even tighter and more sensitive than you already are when you wear a plug or anal beads. You love the sensation when you feel the plug clearly next to the dildo when you pulling it out or pushing it back into you. You love the idea of ​​loosening your tight hole up with a plug or anal dildo until it shines full of lube and start clenching around nothing, just waiting to be used as a play or fuck hole by the boys.

Your lips open a little bit to let the moans and whimpers escaping your throat as you pump the dildo in and out of your pussy faster and faster. The fingertips of your other hand rubs erratically over your clit. You just spread your thighs even more until you are completely bare and open on the bed. The thought of being caught by someone, how you present yourself shamelessly like you are on a silver tablet and fuck yourself with toys makes you so fucking horny.

…well, you didn’t expect to be really caught, and especially not by Hoseok!

“Oh, look, who do we have here? Has someone been so impatient and desperate for a cock that a crappy fake cock seems to be content for you and just couldn’t wait for a real cock? What should I do with a cockslut like you are now? Hm?”

Surprised and also half horrified, your eyes snaps open and your body drive up straight in the bed. Out of sheer alarm, you just forgot that the dildo is still halfway inside your pussy.

Actually, he shouldn’t be at home yet, isn’t he still at dance practice?!

“H-Hobi … w-what are you doing here? Don’t you have practice right now? …and it’s not what it looks like, believe me! H-Haha!”, you try a little giggle to ease the tension in the room, but it comes out more hysterical than casual.

But Hobi doesn’t laugh, he just looks at you with a hard, cold gaze that gives you chills running down your back and goosebumps are forming on your skin. Then, he finally breaks the eye contact, which makes you gasp in relief. But then he pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and seems to be typing a message. Oh god, no, no, no! Don’t text Namjoon, please don’t inform Namjoon about this here! When Hoseok seems to be pressing the send button, he looks up again, this time with a devilish smile on his lips. Now he puts his phone back into his pocket.

Oh God… you’re going to be in trouble, definitely!

“Hobi, I can explain everything, really! I-”

He gives you this intimidating and dominant look, so that you know that the smartest you could do right now is, to immediately shutting your babbling mouth.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, you know the rules very well. And don’t call me ‘Hobi’, understand?”

“Y-Yes Master.”

“Right, that’s what I am for you. At least on this point you are a good girl and correct your mistakes. And now, take this dildo out of your slutty plussy and bend over my knee.”

You gulp hard and you notice how your cheeks become involuntarily hot with embarrassment, having disappointed your master so much with being such a bratty babygirl. At the same time, this embarassment also causes that a wild ball of excitement, desire and anticipation forms in your lower belly, which immediately attacks your pussy and even more arousal sticks now to the insides of your thighs.

You cannot really explain it, but on the one hand you are ashamed of your bratty behavior, on the other hand you are looking forward to your punishment in a kinda masochistic-exited way.

With shaky fingers and a little whimper, you pull the dildo out of yourself, right after that you feel how your empty hole is yearningly searching for something, clenching around nothing. Hoseok sat down on the edge of the bed, directly on the opposite side of the huge full body mirror, which takes almost the whole wall up on this side of the room. He turns his head to you and raises his eyebrow questioningly as if he wants ask why it takes you so long. With hasty steps on all fours you crawl over to him and climb with both hands over his lap and lie down on it with your lower middle.

A shock runs through your whole body when you realize, that you’re still wearing the plug, but it has previously seemed as if Hoseok had not noticed yet that you were wearing one.

You quickly turn your crimson red face around and try to hide it in the bed sheets. You start counting the seconds in your head until he notice the basis of the plug with the declaration “Daddy’s Girl”, a plug that Namjoon gave you a while ago.

“Oh, look what I found here between these perfectly round asscheeks… you’re such a greedy bitch, Princess. One stuffed hole isn’t enough for you? No, our little doll need both holes filled. Only for that you you earn it that I spank your ass. While you’re wearing the plug, you just love it when your asshole is stuffed. You’ll love it!”, wispers Hoseok in a sadistic voice and dreamily twiddle a bit on the plug before he pulls your butt up, so that you’re sticking your ass up in the air now. You feel the cold air on your wet pussy, makes you shiver briefly. You bet you’re dripping on Hoseok’s jeans.

“And now, count.”

A surprised yelp comes from your lips when the first slap on your right cheek comes faster and harder than you expected. The slap burns slightly on your skin, luckily the pain goes away pretty quickly. But as soon as the pain of the first slap is over, the second slap follows on your left ass cheek.

“I said count!”

Hoseok reminds you in a deep, ice-cold voice and gives you a accusing slap on both buttcheeks, right over the plug.

You whimper and start counting, try to not let yourself get too distracted by the slaps. The slaps themselves are not even the problem, rather you have to fight with the burning sensation on your skin and at the same time with the raging feeling of pleasure in your abdomen, where sexual pleasure mixes with the pain and creates an explosive mixture of desire. Your fingers gripping the bed sheets hard and you’re breathing heavy, especially these specific slaps directly on your plug kills you.

They hurt, of course, but the direct hit on the plug stimulates countless nerve endings on your muscle ring, triggering a wave of euphoric lust that almost makes you beg for more slaps. When Hoseok notices the effect of the slaps on the plug in your body, a diabolic smile flits across your lips.

“Princess, spread your legs a little bit more and support yourself by your shoulders, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for your master.”

You are confused, but you don’t dare to ask and follow the instructions without any comment. You gasp in disbelief when you feel how Hoseok grabs the base of the plug and slowly pulls it out of you, only to immediately place the plug back onto your puckered hole and tease with the tip of the plug your muscle ring, which is glistening of all the Lube.

“Princess, control yourself. Don’t be greedy and don’t just suck the plug back in right away just because I’m slowly pushing it back into you. We’ll practice it until you can control your little fuckhole.”

That’s how it goes. If your ass is too fast and your rosy muscle ring has eagerly sucked the plug in again, Hobi will pull it out immediately and start the next attempt. But not before he gave you a gentle and reprimand slap on your pussy lips and clit.

You notice how you loosen up more and more. The plug slides with every new attempt in and out more and more easily, without your muscle ring immediately having the plug firmly enclosed again.

“Well, that’s just a little bit of training. Now Bunny, you’ll get a little more training~”, purrs Hoseok and seems to be extremely satisfied with himself. You don’t care what kind of training is incoming, you just pray that your asshole or pussy is going to be filled with something. You can’t stand any longer being so empty, you are pretty much too worked up for that.

You can feel how Hoseok is turning away with his upper body and apparently putting the plug on the towel and reaching instead for the tube with the lubricant and the box with the one-way latex gloves. Oh fuck yes! Please, please, please, fuck my tiny asshole with your fingers!

Your arms, which have gradually become a bit numb, get a new adrenaline rush by the thought and you spread your buttcheeks even more. A deep chuckle comes from Hoseok’s throat.

“It seems like my little slut can hardly wait to get her asshole fingered and stretched open for a big, fat cock, right? Do you want it? Do you want that your Master scissoring that tiny asspussy open for your Master’s long cock? What do you want my sweet cum-bunny?”

His filthy dirty talk is driving you crazy, he knows your soft spots too well. You feel your hips shaking, you can’t remember wanting your ass fingerfucked so freaking bad.

“Yes, yes, yes, p-please Master! Fuck my little slutty asshole open with your fingers, please! Let my muscle ring be loose, turn my asshole into a soft and stretched asspussy for your cock! … please, please , please!”

Hoseok curse under his breath, which puts a little satisfied grin on your lips. You also know exactly what kind of words you should use to drive Hoseok insane.

“I’m gonna fingerfuck that little hole of yours properly into a wonderful asspussy, trust me.”

You hear him putting a pair of latex gloves one and use two fingers of his left hand to push the plush around your rosey, puckered hole away and then press a thick layer of cool lube out of the tube onto your muscle ring.

You whine and buck your hips up, can’t wait to feel his fingers inside of you. The first one of his deliciously long fingers slides into your hole, a short time later the second follows after he has determined how well relaxed you are already. He stretches you open with his index and middle fingers so that he can add his ring Finger now too. His movements are getting faster and faster and your whimpering and moaning are getting louder until Hoseok abruptly withdraws the fingers.

He’s breathing hard now and a glance from the corner of your eye is enough to see that he have enough of the training and preparations.

“Princess, open Masters pants and get his dick out and prepare it properly with a thick coat of lube. We both love it messy and slippery with a lot of lube, right? You little anal queen just love the squelching noises your ass makes when I fuck you hard from behind … I always see how your pussy is gushing with arousal when we have a sloppy anal fuck … ”, he whispers in your ear.

You have never been so quick to get his rock-hard, deliciously long and average thick cock out of his pants and to coat it with lube. Then he guides you with your back to him on your knees over his lap, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance and you let yourself down slowly, relishfully slide down onto this wonderful cock with your asscheeks being spread apart. Take this beast of a cock inch by inch until you’re completely sitting on Hoseok’s lap and stuffed the entire length of his cock down to the base into your ass.

The stretched and filled feeling is so delightful that you let out a long moan of pleasure. You just want to lift yourself up again, then lower yourself back onto his lap to ride him, but Hoseok holds you by the waist with an iron hand.

“No, princess. You’ll stay right here and just pull your feet forward. You should no longer kneel, but squat down in such a way that we can watch your dripping and pretty empty pussy in the mirror together. How needy your little pussy hole is to be stuffed up and how wonderful your asshole is already stuffed with a cock. Just a little anal cockwarming, nothing bad. And now we just wait for Namjoon and you can ask him then if he fucks your little pussy, so our cumslut is satisfied and has a load of cum in both of her holes. But now you can practice being patient!”

That could only be a bad joke from Hoseok… but his smile in the mirror tells you a different story. He’s absolutely serious.

In the end there were only twenty minutes left to wait for the third person in your relationship, but it was by far the worst twenty minutes of your life. Hobi forbade every little bouncer on his cock and if you tried, he gave you a quick slap on the clit, which made you whimper in desperation. You were close to tears and when you heard the key in the lock of the front door, you couldn’t hold back and called Namjoon in a tearful voice.

“Daddy, Daddy! Please, please, please, I-I need you, I can’t take it anymore! Daddy, please come!”

Namjoon takes a quick step in the direction of your bedroom and when he opens the door, a surprised expression is written on his face, which quickly changes into the diabolical smirk of the personification of the devil.

“Hm? What’s the matter, princess? Did you get your punishment for being a bratty horny girl today? Hm? Let your Master you wait until Daddy comes home? Did she learn what it means to be patient and not bratty? ”

“Yes, yes, yes! I learned my bitter lesson! B-But please fuck me now! D-Daddy, I need your cock in my pussy to be finally able to cum! P-Please!”

To prove how much you need Namjoon’s cock, Hoseok reaches around your waist, between your gorgeous thighs and spreads your glistening pussy lips with his index and middle finger and presents Namjoon your dripping entrance which is desperately clenching and just scream to be stretched, fucked and filled with cum until it’s leaking out.

“God Hoseok, what did you done with our pretty little doll? She’s desperate like a doggy bitch in her heat, whining and just literally begging for cocks! Calm down, Babygirl. Master and Daddy got you and we’ll take care of your attention seeking holes proberly. ”, says Namjoon and gives you a gentle look, which is destroyed by the dirty smirk in the corners of his mouth.

“Hoseok, keep her spreaded like that. I want to see how well I stretch her pussy open when I’m entering her with my cock.”

Quickly the pants and boxer briefs from Namjoon slipped down and now hanging halfway on his thick thighs and he rubs his beautiful cock two or three times with a cocky grin in his damn beautiful face. And then, finally, finally, finally he glides in your arousal leaking hole and fill you up to the maxium of the possible. A high pitched scream leaves your lips as the brutal fucking begins.

Hoseok lies down on his back, holds your hip with his hands in position with and thrusts from below into your asshole. Namjoon has your legs hooked onto his arms with the bottom side of your knees and grab your thighs roughly while he fucks the shit out of you. You wrapped helplessly your arms around Namjoon’s neck, trying to find a halt somewhere with this animalistic fuck.

“Fuck Baby, I love it when we fuck you together, you are always so fucking tight and I feel Hoseoks Cock fucking you right next to mine. How does it feel? How does it feel being fucked by two thick cocks? You love it, right? You literally live on our dicks, you’re such a filthy cockslut! But you’re our cockslut! And our precious cute cum-bunny, our bunbun what loves to be filled with our thick cum cream!”

More and more high pitched screams full of pure primal need and pleasure comes over your lips, you are so damn near to exlode and to cum so hard like never before. And then put Hoseok the cherry on top and let his fingers in your pussy glidung to your clit and start rubbing and flicking it roughly. It seems, there is so much more in your body to burst and before you’re able to think it to a proper end, you just can feel it.

Clear cum is gushing out of your pussy, over and over again, it seems like there is no end. That’s the first time that you squirted and that’s so freaking damn hot, the boys are eager to milk the very last drop of cum out of your pussy and just rubbing your clit over and over again. Until you sob, you can’t anymore and your clit is so swollen and sore. But the boys aren’t done yet. They have to fill you up too!

You don’t know if you start crying out of pleasure or overstimulation. But when they shoot grunting and groaning their thick cum loads into your holes, you are trembling and sobbing, just completely wrecked. In a good way. You never felt so satisfied and kinda… happy? Calmness slowly returns to the room, you can only hear the heavy breathing of you three.

“Did you learn your lesson that you shouldn’t be disobedient, baby girl?” Namjoon asks you, lifting your chin, looking you straight in the eye. Your voice doesn’t want to work, so you just nod and look at him honestly. A tender smile spreads on his lips. “Good, princess.”

“Hobi, would you please carry her to the bathroom and clean her with a warm, soft washcloth? Then you could let a bath in for the three of us, I’ll come a bit later, I just think I should clean the mess our princess causes and re-make the bed with a new set of bed sheets.”, says Joon with an amused wink into your direction.

Embarrassed, you hide your blushing face on Hobi’s shoulder, who carries you laughing into the bathroom and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

[radicalravioli]

Daddys little whore ¡teacher!frank iero smut

Tw.daddy kink,very sexual,alchol .

Frank, Mr iero, frankie , sir , mister , the cool music teacher, the dude that you met at a gig , punk rock 25 year old man who acts like he's 19 . Those are many names that describe Frank iero my music teacher , the one who stole my heart on the first day of freshmen year .

I'm a senior now so I've had a crush on the man for quite a long time.

Of course you can't say he's the sexiest teacher, I mean there's Mr Way out art teacher , Mr Toro our math teacher and

Mr Way number two aka Gerard's brother aka Mikey or our English teacher .

I'm probably the closest with Mikey and Frank , I mean don't get me wrong I still think that Gerard and Ray are cool it's just that. I tell Mikey everything and Frank is the funny teacher that every student adores .

I want to do one thing before heading off to college , and that's hooking up with him .

Yeah that's my plan you heard me.

I've been dressing in some more reviling clothes , I'd wear matching lace underwear with a bra that I had bought specifically for this occasion .

Sometimes I'm in my room alone touching myself to the thought of him and what those tattooed hands could do .

Today I was most definitely gonna get his attention .

~~~

I hurried to Mikey's class knowing I'd be late , I spent the whole night on tumblr and reading some NSFW fics.

Gotta love tumblr .

I put on my normal uniform it's just that I put on knee high black socks , a chain to my usual plaid red skirt , then my Converse and finally a black hoodie that on the sleeves wrote

'Daddy's little whore'

With nothing beneath it .

I was gonna hit it off hard .

I opened the door to English as I spotted Mikey in his chair and the students writing some essay or something .

"Morning Mikey , sorry I'm late" I called him by his fist name witch he never liked , but I was practically his best friend so i had a pass .

"Morning y/n take a seat and if you're late again btw this is the fifth time this week , I'm gonna give you detention got it "he said still glued to his papers .

You see Mikey has gotten suspicious , especially cuz I started to dress like a slut .

I'd usually tell Mikey the details about my crushes and how they look like and so on .

And he'd tell me to go ask him or her out .

But I didn't tell Mikey about Frank , I simply can't . He's his best friend and band mate , I can't just straight up say 'hey I like my music teacher I want him to bang me against his desk and call me his dirty little slut '

Hell nah

So I decided to keep it to myself.

Well mostly myself.

I sat down next to my blond haired bestie and gave him a side hug .

"How's it going my man " I told Patrick

He smiled , turning away from his work .

"Hey there n/n , I'm good " then he looked at my outfit

"Trying to impress ireo again ?"

He whispered, I nodded and took off his fedora to ruffle up his strawberry blond hair .

He scratched his face up and snatched his hat away from me adjusting it .

"By the end of the year I'm gonna smosh with him " I chuckled lightly as the fedorable tiny human smiled at me .

"Y/n , you know that Anthony and Ian put the copyright struck on the word 'smosh' so use it carefully " Mikey said smiling at me .

"It's ok y/n !" Ian yelled across the classroom as Anthony put Ian's hand down and smiled at me before getting back to work .

In a flash the bell rang and all the students left the classroom .

I waved at pat and turned around to face Mikey's hazel eyes .

"Soooooo any new crushes huh y/n "

Mikey wiggled his eyebrows at me as I rolled my eyes at him .

"Yeah" I said fiddling w the sleeve of my hoodie .

I could hear him whisper a small 'yes' and punch the air . I giggled and sat down next to him .

"So tell me all about them " he said taking a sip of his coffee on the table .

I nodded as I tried to think of a way that I can describe Frank to Mikey without him knowing .

"So he's a bit older than me , and has this black hair that is always greasy but it makes him look good and hazel eyes but they are a bit more on the green side then brown and he's covered in tattoos and ugh imagine what those tattoo covered hands can do " I went on and on. Pausing a couple of times go take a deep breath.

"Uh-huh so he has hazel eyes and black hair and Is covered in tattoos.....that sounds like frank" he knit his eyebrows together and sent me a confused look .

Then realization hit him and his face turned from confused to a shocked one .

"Holy shit you're in love with Frank that's why you wore all those slutty clothes it's because of him " he mumbled as I looked at him in panic I thought he was gonna tell me that I'm weird and that I'm some kind of weirdo that falls for way older men .

"You have next class with him , holy crap you need to hook up " he said looking at me  with a smirk , I smirked back and he gave me some advice on him and how to get him easily .

***

I left Mikey's classroom and skipped lunch to hang out with my friends .

As usual we climbed up some tree and sat on a branch while gossiping about teachers and other people

Oh don't forget the part where we smoke and Pete brings booze so we get pretty much wasted before class .

"Come on Patrick it's just a bit of alcohol , don't be a pussy "I slurred as Patrick looked at the bottle and shook his head .

"Pat , Patty , Trick , my best friend come on man get loose " Pete said as Andy and Joe stared at Patrick in amusement .

"I told you guys I'm not drinking " said the blond as he pushed away the flask that Pete shoved in his face .

I sighed looking over to Pats orange juice , I smirked looking at Pete and handing it to him .

"Oh yeah " I whispered as pat was too interested in looking at Ryan Ross and Brandon Uries painting that was hung up inside the school .

Pete poured a good amount of booze in Patrick's juice and winked at me .

***

I heard the bell ring and headed to music .

My time to shine.

I smirked to myself as I entered ieros class .

"Morning Mr Iero "

I smiled at him and his hazel eyes as he looked me up and down eyes glued to my knee high socks .

"Morning y/n , I see you changed up your look today " he smirked at me and my stomach flipped .

I turned pink as I put my hand on his chest rubbing the fabric of his thin dress shirt .

"Yeah , yeah I did the uniform was too old fashioned for me with all those boring clothes" I said as I took a seat .

Frank explained something to the class and I listened carefully , not to him but his voice of course .

It was so stern and husky and god darn sexy .

I pressed my thighs together , I was dripping and I needed some attention now .

I got up from my seat and swayed over to the door as a hand grabbed my wrist .

"Y/n"he said sternly , obviously annoyed by my behavior.

"Yes Mr Iero " I turned to face him .

"Did I say you can leave the classroom ?"

His eyes filled with filth as I started becoming more wet down there .

I shifted in my place and shook my head .

"Detention , see me after class "

I did it , I thought . Taking a seat on my chair and nodding innocently .

Throughout the class Frank has been giving me looks and winking at me from time to time .

It made me wanna jump on him and rape his ass.

***

All the students left the class leaving me with Frank .

I was exited knowing what I'd get for being such a bad girl .

"I'm aware that you know better then not to disobey me sweetheart" he purred as he stood up to look me in the eyes .

"You know bad girls like you get punishments ...." he whispered in my ear as he planed a kiss on my neck .

"Girls like you get to be fucked against the wall for not listening" he took my wrist and made me stand up .

He then forced my lips to his as he put his hands on my waist and I put mine on his chest .

I pushed him on his chair and strangled his hips . His nails dug deep in the skin on my thighs as his tongue danced with mine in the war for dominance .

He moved to my neck to leave open mouthed kisses on my neck , nibbling and marking what's his .

"Oh baby how I dreamed of this moment" he purred against my neck as I took off my hoodie .

His eyes bugged out seeing that there's nothing beneath .

"Aw sweetheart dressing up for me , how nice of you " he smirked and moved to undo my bra .

He yanked it on the desk as he moved to grope them , he took one nipple in his mouth and nibbled making me moan .

He grinds himself on me , his erection obvious.

"Wanna blow me baby ?" I melted in his embrace as I lowered myself on my knees and carefully unzipped his slacks and slid them down .

I palmed him though his boxers as he groaned bucking his hips.

I pulled his boxers down for his erect bud to spring free , as I looked at him hungrily and pressed my tongue against his tip spreading pre cum.

I took him in and bobbed my head as he groaned and slowly fucked my mouth .

He pulled on my h/c locks and moaned , sweat forming on his forehead as his dark brown hair stuck to his skin .

I moaned against him causing to him buckling his hips again and making me gag .

He pulled out his stiff cock , a bit string of drool stuck to it connecting my swollen lips to him .

"You did so good baby , such a good girl". He smirked and lifted me up to his hight , pressing a kiss to my lips as I moved and strangled his hips once more .

He reached under my skirt and moved my panties to the side , his fingers brushing against my wet folds making me moan .

He smirked his hazel orbs filled with lust as he lined himself up with me .

"Now sweetie , are you going to be a good little slut for daddy and let me fuck this tight little pussy in peace or are you going to disobey me and be a naughty little girl" he growled as I nodded .

"Use your words baby "said the brunette as I whimpered . Squirming under his touch .

"Yes sir " I said on the edge of a moan his voice was beyond sexy and I was dripping .

"Perfect "he shot me a smirk before slamming into me , I bit my lip trying to to cry out in pleasure .

A muffled moan escaped his lips as I bounced up and down his dick .

I shifted my hips for him to hit the g spot. As he suddenly hit it , I shut my eyes as squeezed them trying not to moan .

The room started to smell like sex as he was making the most beautiful sounds .

I couldn't hold it anymore and just moaned out in pleasure as he looked at me and dug his nails in my his harder.

He started to twitch as my thirsts became sloppier.

"Y/n - fuck -"he groaned as I reached my orgasm .

"Fuck!" We yelled in sync as we both came , I squirted all over his cock while. A hot liquid ran down my thighs .

He pulled out and patted against my shoulder as I stood up trying to find my panties. The stuck out of the pocket of his dress pants , he put on his boxers and stood up .

"You were very well behaved today miss y/n , you have been excused from math class and I hope you have a lovely day " he said as I headed out the door , suddenly he spanked my ass and left a kiss behind my ear .

"I'll see you sir "

"Hope this happens again "

"The feelings mutual"

***

I chuckled to myself as I entered art sitting next to Pat again .

"You wouldn't believe what happened " I whispered as he turned to me and took out his earbud.

"What " he smiled sending me a confused look

"I accomplished my goal "

I said proudly as his eyes went wide .

He was about to say something as Pete cut him off .

" you hooked up with Iero WHOOO "

Pete fake wiped his tear

"I'm so proud of you , my baby is finally gown up " .

Hi boiz so that was it , like I said PLEASE REQUEST MY BRAIN IS EMPTY JUST DO IT .

Thanks for reading .

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Changing Rooms (Draco x Reader)

Request: hello there! I'd like to request a fun, little make out session with Draco only minutes before his Quidditch match! The team captain notices that Draco is missing and sends poor Blaise to go after him and awkwardly separate the lovey couple!

A/N: I know some members of the slytherin team are factually incorrect but for the sake of this fic accept it :) this was fun to write! requests are open for anyone that wants me to write a specific fic :)

As you stood there, in the Y/H stands, everyone was tense. It was the first match of the season where Slytherin and Gryffindor would play against each other. There was still a good twenty minutes until the players were due to come out, but everyone was in full defence mode over the house they wanted to win the match. You, being somewhat friends with the golden trio had to make out you wanted Gryffindor to win, but they knew your relationship with Draco suggested otherwise. 

You looked down at your watch - you were growing impatient. You couldn’t wait to see your blonde locked boy; Draco had been so pent up with Quidditch practice that he’d barely had time for you for the past two weeks. You had been so sexually frustrated - your friends had noticed a change when you snapped at them for asking simple questions. He had barely touched you for two whole weeks - dating Draco, that was a long time not to have any kind of sex. 

Smirking, you had an idea. You excused yourself from your friends, biting your lip as you quickly ran down the stairs of the stand and headed for the changing rooms. A good-luck kiss wouldn’t  be too much to ask for, would it? Besides, he always begged you to come wish him good luck before a match but you never did; the smell of sweaty boys nearly made you puke every time you thought about it - but your sex drive was begging you to at least go say hi.

You stopped outside the door, knocking gently before walking in. There he was - he was just pulling his green jersey over his shoulders as you walked in, making him jump. “There you are,” You mumbled, sauntering over to him when you clocked that everyone else had already left. “Just come to say good luck.” You let him finish adjusting his shirt before wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you,” Draco begins, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You know, my right hand just doesn’t cut it.” You burst out laughing, hitting his chest. “I’ve missed you too, Draco.” He leans down to peck your lips. “Nervous?” You ask. He shakes his head, raising his hand to push a strand of hair behind your ear. “Surprisingly, no. Potter seems to have a lot on his mind this year. Hasn’t quite been all there since Diggory’s death.” You frown. You knew Harry was struggling, and you usually tended to stay out of the way of Draco and Harry’s on pitch feuds. 

“Well, I’ll give you a good luck kiss anyway. For good measure.” You chuckled, leaning up to let your lips softly combine with his. The kiss was soft, innocent - before Draco’s hands slid down to your butt and his tongue swiped your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You deepened the kiss, and he gave a squeeze of your arse, making you moan slightly. Draco smirked into the kiss; he knew you were horny, so he was definitely going to tease you. You, too, released your arms from around his neck, slowly sliding them down his torso to the hem of his jersey. You slowly ran your hands up over his quidditch trousers and onto his abdomen. Your hands rested there, and you felt him shiver beneath you - you weren’t too sure whether it was from your cold hands or if he was getting turned on too. Either way, he moaned slightly into the kiss. “God, I’ve missed you.” Draco whispers, letting his lips slide down past your ear to suck sweetly on your neck, releasing a gasp from your throat. Time seemed to be melting away, seconds dissolving to minutes as the two of you kissed each other.

“Where’s Draco?” Graham Montague asks, scratching his head. The match was meant to be starting now, and Madam Hooch was starting to get worried. The Gryffindor team were smiling, taunting the Slytherins who were starting to get frustrated with their seeker’s absence. 

“I’ll go check for him.” Blaise announces, heading off for the changing rooms as Madam Hooch checks her watch for the third time. He nears the door of the room, pausing for a second when he hears some giggling coming from inside. “What the fuck?” He whispers, shooting an odd look towards the rest of the team. They motion for him to go inside, so he followed suit and trudged inside. “Draco?” He calls out. No reply. He turns the corner to the main area, feeling his cheeks catch alight when he sees Y/N and Draco making out. Suddenly, he wishes that someone else could’ve plucked up the courage to come looking for him. 

Blaise coughs, causing the two of you two jump apart, your bra on display. You pull your shirt down, watching as Draco adjusts his trousers, shifting his dick to avoid Blaise from noticing his hard-on. “Uh - the match is starting now, Draco.” Blaise awkwardly mutters, nodding in the direction of the pitch. Your cheeks were flushed - you couldn’t believe Blaise had caught the two of you - you were sure that you could never live this down; everyone will find out and Draco’s friends would comment on it every time you saw them. “Shit, I didn’t realise that it was that time already.’ Draco utters out, grabbing his broomstick and walking over to you to give you a quick peck.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough kissing for now?” Blaise asks, grabbing Draco’s arm, pulling him with him. “Good luck!” You manage to shout after him, catching a quick “Love you!” in reply before hearing the crowd erupt with cheers when the seeker finally comes into view. The band start playing and you decide it’s time to make your way back towards your friends to avoid too much gossip - everyone knew you were Draco’s girlfriend, if no one could spot you, it wouldn’t be too hard to guess why Draco took so long. You wipe your lips as you walk back up the stands, trying to fix your smudged lip gloss. 

The game had already started by the time you’ve sat back down. “I don’t suppose you had anything to do with the delayed start, Y/N?” Y/F/N asks, smirking. You smile to yourself, knowing that you entirely had something to do with it - in fact, the seeker had his hands down your shirt when the match was meant to start. “Of course not.” At that moment, Draco flies past, shooting you a wink, smirking. “Sure.” Y/F/N chuckles, you tell her what the two of you were up to, and she gasps. “Well, looks like it worked - Draco seems to be on fire!” You smile to yourself. God, you were lucky.

[cafecitowriter]

Good (Enough) For You - Jasmine Cephas Jones x Reader

A/N: Okay holy shit this has been in the works for the longest time and there have been so many versions of this fic. I’m not sure how I feel about the ending but here it is, in all its (unedited) glory. Just something to note, let’s pretend that Dear Evan Hansen has already opened on Broadway in this timeline because the song “Good For You” was the inspiration for this. (And if you haven’t listened to Dear Evan Hansen please love yourself and do so immediately)

Word Count: 7,570 (I’m sorry but I also cut almost 600 words from this like an hour ago so this is nothing)

Masterlist

The first time you saw Jasmine, you knew you were in love.

Actually, that was a lie. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, or love in general, if you were being honest.

That didn’t mean that your heart wasn’t doing flips when she met your gaze and smiled warmly.

You had been cast as a female ensemble member in Hamilton, and were also the understudy for Peggy Schuyler and Maria Reynolds. It was exciting, to say the least.

You made your way over to where she was sitting and took your seat next to her.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself.

“Jasmine. You can call me Jazzy though,” she smiled brightly.

…

While Jasmine began bonding with Pippa and Renée, who she affectionately called her “sisters”, you formed your own bonds with the other ensemble members, namely Ariana, Emmy, and Alysha. Nevertheless, you and Jasmine would naturally gravitate toward each other during rehearsal breaks and nights out with the cast. It wasn’t long before you were hanging out outside of rehearsals and cast bonding settings as well. You quickly realized just how intelligent and quick-witted she was, and you found yourself thinking of her when you weren’t together. Hell, you couldn’t help but think of her while she was right here in front of you.

Any and all thoughts were interrupted, however, when she reached out to hold your hand. She had done this nonchalantly as she kept talking about her hopes to one day make something important of herself.

You gave her hand a small squeeze.

“Well, you’re something important to me, Jas.”

She blushed and muttered something about you being too kind for your own good. You subconsciously revelled in the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, and the way her eyes had lit up at your words.

You and Jasmine began holding hands all the time now. Whenever you were walking together, if you were just sitting next to each other, you name it. Though your girls began teasing you about it, you tried to brush it off as just Jasmine being overly affectionate. It wasn’t like she didn’t hold hands with Pippa or love receiving cheek kisses from Renée. That didn’t stop you from hoping, though.

You had to remind yourself about the endless times you told yourself that you weren’t going to fall for anyone, and you were going to stick to that promise.

As you looked at Jasmine while she threw her head back with laughter at something you said, however, you couldn’t shake the words that were spoken to you by your ex.

Promises were meant to be broken.

However, it seemed that no matter what you did to try and ignore your feelings for Jasmine, the world would bring up something to dig your hole deeper.

“I like girls,” Jasmine had blurted on one of your regular coffee outings.

You raised an eyebrow at her and she blushed scarlet.

“I’m sorry that was so abrupt but it’s something I’ve been coming to terms with lately and even though I still like guys too and I’m not sure what my sexuality is exactly I guess I just wanted you to know,” she rambled on as she nervously played with her hair.

You gave her a soft smile and held her hand.

“Jas, I want you to know that I accept you no matter what,” you reassured her.

She visibly relaxed and gave you a shy smile.

“I know. God that was silly of me to be nervous, huh? I mean it would’ve been a bit hypocritical of you to judge me,” she grinned.

You smiled at her and squeezed her hand.

“You’re not wrong. Besides, the only time I judge you is when you push doors that clearly say pull,” you teased.

“Oh honey are you sure you want to start this? Or should I bring up the great pole incident of-”

“Okay that is enough we are not starting anything that never needs to be brought up ever again,” you quickly cut her off, blushing bright red.

“That’s what I thought,” she smirked.

You glared at her and she giggled.

“I’ll get you next time, Miss Cephas Jones.”

“I dare you.”

“You just wait,” you smirked back.

She jokingly blew you a kiss and your heart left in your chest.

God, you were really getting in deep.

As the months progressed, the nature of your relationship with Jasmine had become increasingly blurred. There were moments where you swore she was about to kiss you, but the next she would be going on about how you were such a good friend to her. It was confusing, to say the least.

You knew at this point that there was no hiding your feelings for Jasmine, save from Jasmine herself. However you truly had no idea as to whether or not she had any romantic feelings toward you. You tried to hit on her a few times and even flirt with her, but to no avail. Jasmine would just brush it off with a giggle and a “You are the sweetest!”. You were caught in a struggle that was old as time itself.

How the hell do you make a girl realize you’re complimenting her in a gay way?

Maybe this was your sign to just give it up while you were still behind.

…

Opening night at The Public brought on a flurry of emotions. There were hugs, tears, laughter, and so much adrenaline coursing through you.

“We did it!”

You heard Jasmine before you saw her. You whipped around and before you knew it, you were engulfed in her arms. You laughed and held her tightly.

“We did it, Jas.”

She grinned and held your hand as you walked to your dressing rooms as usual.

“You’re coming out for drinks tonight, right?” she asked you.

“Duh,” you replied.

“Good.”

At the bar you were still riding the high of the performance, especially after a few drinks in. You had gotten tons of congratulations from a variety of people who had come to the show, and even more hugs from your cast mates. You were currently in conversation with Oak and Daveed when you felt a familiar arm wrap around your waist.

“Dance with me,” Jasmine whispered in your ear.

You smiled and turned to face the (very drunk) object of your affections.

“As if I would say no. Just try to keep up.”

The whistle that came from Daveed made you realize that you had said that out loud. Your eyes widened a bit, but Jasmine merely smirked.

“Just watch me, babe.”

True to both your words, as soon as you got to the dance floor, your arms were wrapped around her neck as her hands placed themselves on your waist, holding you against her. You were acutely aware of her entire body pressed against yours, your hips grinding against hers to the rhythm of the music.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, only that it wasn’t long enough. She was intoxicating and you could never get enough.

You spent the rest of the night at her side, her arm never leaving your waist. When it was time to leave, you walked her home, and she insisted that you had to stay the night. Against your better judgement, probably because you were drunk, you said yes.

You fell asleep with her head on your chest, legs tangled, and arms wrapped around each other.

…

A few days after opening you began rehearsing for understudying Jasmine’s roles. You had already memorized the lines, especially since you spent so much time with Jasmine going over them and jokingly singing them to each other. Now it was time to put your own twist on it. You only hoped you could be half as good as Jazzy.

Thankfully, she had promised you that she would help you go over Say No To This. It was the song where you had to sing what you had dubbed the note, and if you were being honest, it scared you to death.

After you sang through it a few times with Jasmine singing the other lines, you looked to her. Her mouth was hanging slightly open.

“So..?”

“I have no idea why you’re so worried about the note. You killed it!” she grinned at you.

“Really?”

“Duh! Wow everyone is gonna love you so much! I mean not that they don’t already but oh my god that was incredible!”

You blushed and laughed a bit.

“Wow okay I mean thank you. But really, there’s nothing I should work on?”

“Well… Really the only thing you should maybe practice is trying to sound turned on while singing and grinding on someone’s lap. I mean don’t get me wrong, you were good at it during yesterday’s rehearsal, but I bet you could sound even more hot and bothered, y’know?”

You sighed.

“Ugh well it’s not like it would be awkward if I asked Lin for more practice grinding up on him,” you said while rolling your eyes.

“That’s why you can just practice with me.”

Your eyes widened.

“I’m sorry, what?”

You watched as she grabbed a chair and sat down on it.

“Come on, this is the best way to practice. So get over here and pretend that I turn you on.”

You walked over to her after hesitating. You knew there wouldn’t be any pretending involved.

“So like this?”

You sat down on her lap and placed on of her hands on your hips as was the choreography. Your heart was beating wildly. You could feel her breath on your neck.

“Yeah. Now sing. Don’t worry about the song specifically, just sing and grind,” she murmured.

You took her other hand and slowly moved it to roam around your upper body as you began to grind on her lap. After a few moments you began to sing.

“Yes.”

“Yes,” she harmonized.

You shut your eyes. Jesus you should not be this turned on right now.

“Yes, “ you kept repeating, Jasmine going from harmonizing to matching your tone perfectly and back again.

At some point, you felt Jasmine begin to grip your hip with the hand that was placed there, and her hips slowly started to move to match your rhythm. Your breath hitched but you kept singing, lost in the feeling of Jasmine’s hands on you, her body beneath you.

“Yeees.”

“Yes.”

Her voice had gotten lower, and she was singing into your ear.

Her hand that was roaming your body with your guidance was getting friskier, and you couldn’t tell who it was who did it, but her hand found its way to your right breast, and you let out a small gasp.

“Yes Jas,” you half sang, half breathed out.

You felt her lips brush over your ear before whispering.

“Y/N I want you. I want you so bad.”

“You have me,” you whispered before turning your head and capturing her lips with yours.

You both found your way to her bed, shedding clothes along the way.

It was everything you had imagined and more. Jasmine was truly gorgeous and sexy in every sense of the word. Her name was tumbling from your lips repeatedly as she led you to ecstasy three consecutive times. You found just as much pleasure in reciprocating, revelling in the way your name sounded coming from her mouth in different states of desperation.

As you lay in bed together, you stroked her hair while her head laid on your chest. She was absentmindedly drawing shapes on your bare skin.

“Jas?” You whispered.

“Mmmm?”

“Was this a one time thing?”

You hated how unsure your voice sounded. She looked up at you.

“Do you want it to be?”

You shook your head slowly.

“Good. Because I’m taking you on a proper date tomorrow before the show,” she grinned.

You grinned widely and couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Wow yes okay good. I would love that.”

Jasmine grinned and leaned up to kiss you.

You could get used to that.

In reality, it was really easy getting used to dating Jasmine.

It was easy learning her mannerisms, like how she would bite the inside of her cheek when she was disgusted but didn’t want to say anything, or how her most genuine laugh always made her let out the tiniest of snorts. You learned the ways in which she loved to be kissed the most, but that deep down she preferred to be held, especially in public. She revealed to you how her sexuality had always been a struggle for her, but she was learning to be less hard on herself for not having it figured out.

Everything with Jasmine had been easy since the beginning.

Learning her coffee order, her favourite novel, and that she really hated wearing any form of pants to bed.

Everything with Jasmine had been easy.

Until almost a year after your first date, it wasn’t anymore.

Jasmine had been quieter the past week and a half, and it was unnerving. Her answers hadn’t been curt, but they had been simple. She had been less focused on your dates, though not completely inattentive. You didn’t bring it up the first few days, but when it became clear that this wasn’t just a slump she was in, your concern grew. It seemed as though she had been pulling away from you, and you couldn’t tell whether it was you being paranoid or not, but you wanted to know what was wrong, because it wasn’t like her to act so distant. You were laying in bed next to her, looking at the ceiling, both of you silent.

“Jas?”

“Huh?”

She seemed to have been pulled out of her thoughts by your voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhhhmmm”

“It’s just that… you don’t sound that convincing…”

“Don’t I?”

“Actually you don’t,” you said gently.

“Believe what you want,” she replied in a neutral tone.

“Jas…”

“Just drop it, okay?”

“Jazzy please, I know something is wrong and-”

“Look if I wanted to talk about it, I would have,” she snapped.

You were stunned into silence as she turned away from you. After looking at her figure for a while you sighed softly and turned off your lamp. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t get rid of the nagging voice in your head telling you that something was so incredibly wrong.

“I’m sorry,”

You could barely hear her voice in the darkness, but there was no mistaking that she had indeed spoken. You immediately sat up, and turned the lamp back on.

“Hey it’s okay, just tell me what’s wrong.”

Jasmine slowly sat up, looking at her lap.

“I’m sorry…” she repeated.

“Jazzy you have nothing to be sorry for. I’m always here to listen,” you said as you took her hand, only to have it pulled away instantly.

“Jas?” Your voice had gone quiet and the dread that had been in the pit of your stomach the last few days expanded tenfold.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” she quietly admitted.

You felt like someone had punched you in the throat.

“… W… What?”

“I just… I don’t know if this is what I want.”

“But Jas you- what are you talking about?”

“I’m saying that I want to break up.”

Her voice was colder than it usually was, more distant. At least it sounded more distant due to the noise from your heart pounding.

“No I understood that part but why? Where is this coming from?”

“Y/N please I don’t want this to be any harder than it has to be.”

You stared into her eyes, but she wasn’t looking back.

“No I don’t understand. I thought we were okay, Jas.”

It took everything in you to keep your tone of voice calm, to keep it from sounding how you truly felt: devastated, hurt, broken.

“Well you thought wrong.”

“But… why? I don’t understand…”

“There’s nothing to understand-”

“Yes there is! Please if you’re going to break up with me at least tell me why.”

You stared at her intently, though she wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Fine, you want a reason? Well… I’ve been thinking lately, and I don’t know what I want… I mean… I didn’t know I was actually into girls after I met you, what if I don’t actually want this? What if I’m missing out on something else?”

Her words cut into your heart like little shards of glass. There were no words you could possibly say to convey the pain and shock you were feeling. A part of you wanted to beg her to give you a chance, to prove to her that you could make her happy. The more logical part of you, however, knew that you had no right to try and decide what would make her happy. It wasn’t her fault that you couldn’t be enough. You looked away from her so she wouldn’t see your tears, not that she was looking at you right now anyway.

“Y/N… I am so sorry I-”

“N-no it’s fine.”

“Y/N-”

“I just want you to be happy, Jas… And I wish you all the best in that.”

You stood up and grabbed your jeans that you had worn earlier in the day, slipping them straight on without bothering to change out of your pyjama shorts that you were wearing.

“Y/N what are you doing?”

“Going home.”

Your voice managed to remain steady as you grabbed your shirt and bra, stuffing them into your overnight bag before throwing on your jacket.

“But it’s late! Like almost one in the morning kind of late.”

Her voice was laced with concern and you could hear her getting out of bed.

“I’ll be fine. Anyway, I shouldn’t bother you anymore…”

“Y/N you have never been a bother! Don’t talk like that.”

You finally chanced a look at her. Jasmine’s eyes were filled with unshed tears, the sight of which caused your heart to break even more.

“It’s fine…” You whispered.

“Y/N-”

“I will be fine. Besides… you were always too good for me anyway.”

You gave her a small smile and left her apartment, the sound of the door closing behind you echoing in your ears. The trip back to your apartment was a blur. You barely registered any of it until you were back at home and leaning against the front door you had just shut.

You felt your legs give out beneath you and you collapsed to the floor in sobs. You didn’t know how long you sat there, but even though eventually you lost the ability to shed anymore tears, you couldn’t stop letting out dry sobs.

More time passed. Your breath finally began to even out. You opened your eyes. The first thing you noticed was the light peaking in through the windows. You let out a soft whimper of sorts and sniffled. Your attempt to move was impeded by the little needles shooting up your legs due to being in the same position for so long. Finally standing up, you groaned as you felt the beginning of a headache forming.

Other than the pounding in your head, you were numb. You moved around your apartment like a ghost, not daring to touch anything, barely daring to breathe. It was hard to register how your life had been flipped upside down so quickly. You began to go over and over in your mind where you had gone all wrong. You tried to find the signs that were there all along telling you that this would happen, that the girl of your dreams wouldn’t be there to catch you when you fell for her.

Maybe that was your mistake, falling in love.

Running a hand through your hair, you looked at your phone.

“Shit!”

You had to be at the theatre in less than twenty minutes for the matinee. You began scrambling to grab new clothes to put on, not bothering to shower and opting instead for heavy deodorant. You brushed your teeth and grabbed what you had dubbed your “show” bag, and ran out the door.

You arrived at the Richard Rogers five minutes after the half-hour call, which was fifteen minutes later than when you liked to arrive. You made sure to sign in and check with stage management to assure them that you had arrived, and apologized for your tardiness. You arrived in the ensemble dressing room with twenty minutes before curtain, cursing yourself as you ignored everyone and began throwing your costume on.

Alysha and Emmy, whose mirrors were on either side of you, both gave you curious looks.

“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up!” Emmy teased, causing you to roll your eyes. You were seriously not in the mood for this.

“I know! The fact that we were both here before the overly-punctual Y/N should go down as an illustrious moment in history,” Alysha giggled.

“Really?” You deadpanned as you began doing a sped-up version of your makeup routine.

“Awe, someone is cranky today,” Alysha noted.

“It’s fine,” Emmy replied, “she probably didn’t get enough sleep because her girlfriend was keeping her up all night.”

Your arm froze halfway to apply your blush and you swallowed hard, willing the tears that were beginning to form to go back down. That’s funny, you thought you had run dry.

Both Emmy and Alysha’s demeanours quickly changed into concern.

“Shit, what happened?” Emmy asked.

When you didn’t reply, Alysha stepped forward, her voice gentle.

“Y/N, did you two have a fight?”

In all honesty, you didn’t really know what to say to that. Technically, you didn’t really fight, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t hurt.

“Y/N… did you two break up?” Alysha’s voice had gotten lower, not wanting the whole room to hear.

You hesitated before nodding slowly, and you couldn’t help the few tears that had begun to slip down your cheeks.

“Oh shit,” you heard Emmy say before she pulled you into her arms.

You broke down once more and buried your face in her neck, crying as she stroked your hair.

Ariana walked by and paused, looking at both Emmy and Alysha with concerned eyes. Alysha shook her head. Your sobs began to die down. Ariana was stopped from saying something by a knock at the door. She went to answer it, arriving before Alysha could intercede. Bless her soul, however, she only opened the door a little bit so as to not allow the visitor to be able to peer inside.

“Is Y/N there?”

The girls froze, everyone recognizing the owner of the voice.

“Yes,” Ariana answered cautiously, knowing something was wrong.

“Oh thank goodness. I heard she wasn’t here at the half hour and I got so worried.”

Jasmine’s voice sounded so unsure, and it took everything in you not to run to the door, hold her hands and tell her that you would be okay if she was okay. Instead you gripped onto Emmy harder.

“Well she just arrived so we’re all helping with her hair and makeup. But I’m sure you can talk during intermission or something.”

“Right… Right I understand.”

Ariana closed the door and looked back to where Alysha was doing your hair to the style it needed to be in for the opening song.

“Look, I’m not gonna demand you tell me anything, but if I have to stop Jazzy from seeing her girl, I am going to have to at least ask.”

“She’s not Jazzy’s girl anymore,” Alysha said quietly.

Ariana’s mouth made an “O” shape and she nodded, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Well how about we make you look even hotter than you usually do, hm?” Emmy said, helping you apply your makeup.

“I agree!” Ariana added. “Besides, we all know I’m the best with corsets, so we’re gonna make those boobs pop more than normal,” she winked.

You didn’t have the energy to say anything, but you were eternally grateful to have such incredibly kind women as your closest friends.

…

Needless to say, it wasn’t your best show.

Alysha, who was Angelica today, gave you a meaningful look when you handed her the book to give to Lin in Alexander Hamilton. A part of you was grateful, the other part wished that she didn’t have to. You avoided all of your usual eye contact with Jasmine during Schuyler Sisters. Your heart already missed the way she would sing the words Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now to you. Your dancing around Pippa during Helpless lacked any heart to it. The moment you made eye contact, you knew that she knew that you were doing everything to keep up a facade, though she kept on shining through her performance as always. It took everything you had to keep you distracted through Say No to This, and to keep your focus on Pippa during the final song when Jasmine was standing right next to you, singing the melody to your harmony.

In other words, definitely one of the most gruelling performances of your career.

You quickly changed out of your costume and took off the heaviest elements of your makeup, and were about to leave when you were stopped by Emmy, Alysha and Ariana.

“Want to talk about it?” Emmy asked.

You shook your head.

“Y/N, you know what’ll happen if you just keep it in. We’ve been here before,” Alysha pleaded.

“It’s different,” you shot back.

“Exactly! Because this relationship was actually good, and so it’s even worse now that this has happened,” Ariana attempted to reason.

“You don’t have any right to comment on the state of any of my relationships,” you said harshly.

“That’s fair, but we’re your friends and we’re trying to keep you from your unhealthy coping mechanisms. Just let us be here for your stubborn ass,” Alysha persisted.

“Fine. Fine you want me to talk, I’ll talk. But let me tell you that all you’re going to hear is that I was right. I’m not meant to be in a relationship,” you snapped.

Both girls stood agape.

“She doesn’t want an ‘us’, she doesn’t want me. She said that she could be missing out on other things because she’s with me. Don’t you see? I’ve been holding her back this entire time. I can’t make her happy. I’m not enough to make her happy. This is like Maggie all over again! Except you are right. It’s worse. It’s so much worse because I had such a good thing, and somehow it got fucked up!”

You were helpless to stop the tears that were streaming down your face at this point. You had opened the hatch and everything was flowing out before you could stop it.

“I am not meant to be with someone because I’m incapable of making anyone happy! I was so torn about Maggie and I swore I wouldn’t let myself get burned again but I did. I did because for the first time in my life someone made me think that maybe I could get a happy ever after, maybe I could be enough for them. I was stupid enough to believe that I could be enough for someone as beautiful, and talented, and magnificent as Jasmine.”

Your voice broke and you took a deep breath. You had fallen so quickly and so blindly, willing to accept whatever she would give you because she was everything to you.

“I know she has the right to do whatever she wants, I’m not blaming her at all… I’m just mad at myself for not seeing this coming… and I love you all dearly, but you don’t get to say shit right now.”

You turned and opened the door, only to come face to face with Jasmine. Her shocked expression told you that she had heard everything, causing your heart to plummet to your stomach.

Of course.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered and rushed past her.

…

You were lucky that it was Sunday, and so you didn’t have to come back to the theatre that night to perform, or the next day, for that matter. You had gone straight home, with no intention of leaving for at least the next 48 hours. Your whole world had been turned upside down less than 17 hours ago anyway, so you figured you needed at least three times that to drink her memory gone from your brain.

…

“You’re being overdramatic,” Jasmine had laughed at you.

“Jaaas I’m being serious!”

“That’s what worries me,” she snickered.

You pouted at her until she finally gave in and kissed the paper cut on your finger.

“There, happy?”

“When I’m with you, always.”

…

“Do you believe in happily ever after?”

Jasmine’s voice was quiet in the dark, and you could imagine her fidgeting with her hair like she always did when she was nervous.

“I used to,” you admitted, tone matching hers.

“What made you stop?”

When you didn’t answer for a few minutes, Jasmine spoke up again.

“Of course you don’t have to answer that I was just thinking out loud and-”

“Her name was Maggie.”

“What?”

“Her name was Maggie. And she was manipulative. She destroyed any hope of even the idea of happily after for me with anyone.”

You felt a hand find yours, fingers lacing together naturally, as if they had always been doing that.

“Though in light of recent events…” you continued, “I’m finding that I may not believe that as strongly as I used to.”

You felt her hand squeeze yours, and you knew that you were certain your opinion had changed.

You were just afraid to say it out loud just yet.

…

You were almost a whole bottle of wine in when you heard a knock at your door.

Wondering who that could be, you padded your way to the door and opened it, revealing Emmy, Ariana and Alysha.

You sighed.

“What’re you doing here?”

“We wanted to check up on you,” Alysha stated.

“And a good thing too,” Emmy motioned to the nearly empty wine bottle you were still holding.

“Hey you don’t get to judge me right now,” you muttered, hiding the wine bottle behind your back.

“We’re not here to judge. We’re here to join.”

Ariana lifted the two bottles of wine you hadn’t noticed she had been carrying. You took in your three friends who had come to stay by your side through your heartbreak even after you had yelled at them and softened up. You opened the door to let them in and they grinned, immediately making themselves at home like they had so many times before.

The four of you drank the night away, keeping your conversations lighthearted and far away from any talk of romance or significant others. You had stopped keeping track of how much wine you had drunk, but you knew that it wasn’t enough, because if there was ever a lull in the conversation, your mind would immediately begin to thing of the girl whose eyes had once made you believe that the stars didn’t just exist in the sky.

Whenever any of the girls noticed they would immediately pull your focus, but it wasn’t long until they all fell asleep, leaving you clutching your wine glass in your left hand, your phone in your right. Your thumb hovered over the screen. You knew it was wrong, you had no right to bother her, but you were drunk and you were hurt and you really didn’t give a damn right now.

You downed the rest of your glass and tapped the call button, pressing your phone to your ear. After a few rings, you figured she wasn’t going to answer. You were about to hang up when she call was picked up.

“Hello?”

Her voice sounded groggy and you looked at the time, realizing that it was almost three in the morning.

“Jas,” you said as coherently as you could currently manage in your current state.

“Y/N?”

She sounded surprised, and you realized that she hadn’t checked who had called before answering.

Of course you idiot, she wouldn’t have picked up if she knew it was you.

“Y/N?” she repeated when you hadn’t said anything back.

“Jas… Jas why wasn’t I enough?”

You blinked back tears as you waited her reply.

“… Y/N… Are you drunk?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Jesus Y/N… Look I’m not doing this right now.”

“Jas please-”

“No. No it is three in the morning, you are clearly drunk off your ass, and I am not your girlfriend anymore. Just let it go, let me go.”

The call ended and you sat there shaken up. You didn’t register the tears streaming down your face as you lowered the phone, tossing it away from you.

You looked at the three sleeping figures in the makeshift fort you had created earlier and snuck out so as to not wake them. You went to your bedroom and collapsed on your bed, crying as quietly as you could.

It was unclear to you how much time had passed when you heard footsteps approaching.

“Y/N?”

It was Alysha.

You let out a few incoherent words and she rushed to your side, pulling you into her arms. She stroked your hair as you sobbed into her shoulder.

When you began quieting down, she spoke.

“You don’t have to say anything, but just know that we’re here for you. We’re not necessarily picking sides, but we’re here to support you while you mend your heart.”

You couldn’t form words, so you simply nodded, grateful that she was here holding you when the one you loved had no desire to ever do so again.

…

It had taken a while, but you were beginning to find your way by yourself again. You had been doing everything in your power to avoid Jasmine and it had been working. Of course there was no alienating her from your life completely, but you were working with what you could.

You got used to sleeping alone in bed.

You got used to buying your own coffee every day.

You got used to texting Emmy, Alysha, and Ariana whenever you felt the urge to text Jasmine.

You got used to being hugged tightly by the aforementioned girls before every show instead of being kissed by another.

You weren’t completely okay, but you were putting the pieces back.

A month after your drunken phone call, Lin popped his head into the dressing room after a few knocks.

“Hello, hello, hello!”

“Hi Lin!” you all greeted.

“So just a reminder, seeing as it’s Daveed’s birthday, we’re all going out to celebrate after the show! No choice!”

He grinned and left, happily screaming at someone in the hall that they needed to attend tonight’s event.

“You’re coming, right Y/N?”

You ignored Ariana’s question and kept applying your blush.

“Y/N you have to come,” Emmy said.

“No I really don’t.”

“No what you don’t have to do is speak to her. You’ll hang with us all night. Please?”

You looked at Alysha and sighed.

“Fine, but I’m not going to be happy about it.”

…

You were right.

In your defence, you actually were having fun until she arrived hand in hand with Anthony.

It took everything in you not to stare, but you couldn’t help but notice how her fingers interlaced with his, just like yours used to.

Or how she rested her hand on his waist. Just like she used to do to you.

You made a mediocre attempt to focus on your friends who were all taking turns singing at karaoke. Most of them were either heartfelt or joking songs dedicated to Daveed, and some were just your friends’ way of letting loose and having fun. For the most part you managed to keep your mind off of her, but you couldn’t help but feel a sharp pain in your chest whenever you noticed them out of the corner of your eye. They weren’t necessarily being overly affectionate, but she hadn’t left his side once.

An hour after they arrived you couldn’t stand it anymore and excused yourself to go to the bathroom, needing to gather your thoughts.

As you turned the corner, however you heard low voices that caught your attention.

“Thank you, Ant. It means a lot.”

“Ah come on Jazzy it’s nothing.”

Your heart dropped, but you remained frozen.

“I’m being serious. I love you.”

You gasped audibly, causing your two cast mates to turn toward you. Both of their eyes widened, but you walked off before they could say anything. Making your way over to the sign up for karaoke you wrote your name down, seeing that there was only one person ahead of you.  

You could feel your chest tightening a bit but you weren’t sure what was causing it. Heartache? Definitely. Guilt for what you were about to do? Probably.

Before you knew it you were being called up, but you hardly registered anything until you were in front of the microphone.

“Um hi. I’m Y/N from Hamilton.”

You waited for the roar of cheers and whistles to die down before continuing.

“So I don’t really have a preamble to this, so here goes.”

The music started and you took a deep breath.

So you found a place where the grass is greener

And you jumped the fence to the other side

Is it good?

Are they giving you a world I could never provide?

Your found Jasmine in the crowd. Anthony was no longer with her.

Well I hope you're proud of your big decision

Yeah, I hope it's all that you want and more

Now you're free from the agonizing life you were living before

You could see her eyes widening as she realized what you meant to say with your song. A pang of guilt hit you, but you kept going.

And you say what you need to say

So that you get to walk away

It would kill you to have to stay trapped

When you've got something new

Well I'm sorry you had it rough

And I'm sorry I'm not enough

Your voice broke on “enough”. It was everything you could do to keep back the tears that threatened to fall.

Thank God they rescued you

So you got what you always wanted

So you got your dream come true

Good for you

Good for you, you , you

Got a taste of a life so perfect

So you did what you had to do

Good for you

Good for you

You knew it wasn’t fair to her. The song was overly harsh. She wasn’t a monster, she hadn’t been a jerk about the break up. There was a part of you, however, that didn’t care. Jasmine had broken your heart, and this was your twisted way of hurting her back.

Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry?

Do you even care that you might be wrong?

Was it fun?

Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along

And you say what you need to say

And you play who you need to play

And if somebody's in your way

Crush them and leave them behind

Well, I guess if I'm not of use

Go ahead you can cut me loose

Go ahead now

I won't mind

That was a lie. You clearly minded a lot. Jasmine’s sad eyes bore into your tear-filled ones. For a moment, there was a shared pain between the two of you.

I'll shut my mouth and I'll let you go

Is that good for you?

Would that be good for you you you?

I'll just sit back while you run the show

Is that good for you?

Would that be good for you you you?

You couldn’t help but feel increasingly terrible about what you were doing to her. Your chest was constricting, and all you wanted was to leave, to escape. Going against your initial plan, you began to sing Evan’s part of the song instead of continuing with the previous lines.

All I need is some time to think

But the boat is about to sink

Can't erase what I wrote and link

Tell me how could you change the story?

All the words that I can't take back

Like a train coming off the track

Cause the rails and my bones all crack

I've got to find a way to

Stop it, stop it! Just let me off!

So you got what you always wanted

So you got your dream come true

Good for you

Good for you, you , you

Got a taste of a life so perfect

Now you say that you're someone new

Good for you

Good for you

Good for you

Good for you

So you got what you always wanted

You didn’t wait to hear the end of the applause before you ran out of the bar.

“Y/N wait!”

You stopped walking abruptly, but didn’t turn away.

“Y/N… I…” she trailed off and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“What? What do you want?” you spat out.

“Can we talk about what the fuck that was?”

“I can’t… I’m sorry… Please just leave me alone.”

“I won’t until you tell me what this all is and - goddammit can you look at me for goodness sake?” She sounded exasperated.

“No. No I can’t,” you said as calmly as you could.

“And why not?”

“Because I’m scared of how you’ll be looking at me!” you choked out.

“What?”, Jasmine asked softly, though her tone was shocked.

“The last time we spoke was three months ago when I was hurt and drunk and I just sang you an angry song because I was upset you showed up hand in hand with someone else -”

“What, no Y/N - I - that wasn’t what it looked like-”

You turned around, angry tears threatening to spill over.

“Oh really? Then what was it? Oh wait, I forgot that I have no right to ask because I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”

“Y/N-”

“No it’s fine, really.”

“It’s not- you don’t understand-” she cried out.

“You’re right, I don’t,” you admitted, voice becoming soft.

“I… what?” She seemed stunned you had agreed with her.

“After all,” you continued as though you hadn’t heard her, “you never answered my question.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion until realization dawned on her. She remained silent.

“See? You can’t even answer me right now when I am completely sober and face to face with you. Was it really because I wasn’t enough? Or was it because Anthony always meant more to you?”

“What?” she was snapped out of her silence.

“You’re already saying that you love him! And you never said it to me. You never - ,” your voice broke, and you finally let the tears spill over.

“Y/N that’s not… I love him like a brother, okay? We are not romantically involved. He’s great, but I don’t love him like that.”

“You don’t have to lie to me to spare my feelings Jasmine,” you said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not lying!”

She flinched when you scoffed at her and she sighed. For the first time that night you noticed how tired she looked.

“Y/N… the reason I couldn’t answer your question was because it wasn’t true.”

“What?”

It was your turn to be stunned.

“You were always enough,” she whispered.

“I - but you - no. Nonono you don’t get to lie to me right now! I… If I was enough we wouldn’t be standing out here like this right now. If I was enough then we would be on our way to your home together. If I was enough you would have loved me back!”

You couldn’t help the small sob that fell from your lips. Your head was confused by what you had thought to be true and what she was telling you now. Even though you hadn’t been drinking, you could feel the world spinning. This moment made you realized that you had fooled yourself into believing that you were more okay than you actually were. The pieces of yourself that you had begun to put back together were now breaking all over again.

“That’s not fair!” she shot back. “You don’t have the right to guilt me like this!”

You paused as her words sunk in, registering that there were tears falling down her face. She was sad, you had made her sad. Platonically or romantically, Jasmine had looked happy when she walked in with Anthony, and you had gone and ruined that. You had done the one thing you never ever wanted to. You had gotten in the way of her happiness.

“God I… You’re right. I’m sorry… God I’m so sorry - I’m sorry,” you immediately turned and ran off, ignoring Jasmine yelling after you.

You had to get out. You had ruined her life enough already by holding her back and impeding her happiness whether that be with Anthony or anyone else. You knew that you had to let her go if she was to be happy.

There was only one way you could do that completely.

You had to leave Hamilton.

[whatdimissmotherfuckers]

Cheesy

Word count: 1940 Pairing: Peggy Schuyler x Reader Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and of course everyone has a Valentine. Besides you. Warning: swear words. Gayness. Hamliza. So basically me. Beware, tis I

Notes: This is a Valentines fic, but my lazy ass was lazy and i didn’t get it done on time. But well, a lot wanted of you wanted a Peggy fic. (No, nobody requested this. I felt like it.)

“God, I fucking hate Valentine’s Day”; you groaned irritatedly as you arrived at the table where all of your friends sat and were in the middle of a conversation.

Peggy was currently picking at a red rose, which she was holding in her hands and look at you with a surprised expression on her face.

“Why would you say that?”, she asked uncomprehendingly and with a long sigh, you sat down beside her.

Of course Peggy couldn’t possible understand, why Valentine’s Day was that horrible for you. She was happily single for more than a year now and nevertheless, the boys were still standing in line for her, and you could understand them.

She was pretty, sporty, a lovely person and she had a smile so bright it almost blasted your socks off.

“Well, Peggy. To be honest, I can understand Y/N. Valentine’s Day is just another invention of the capitalism to squeeze money out of lovestruck fools”, Alexander added while he was leaning over a few papers, on which he instantly started to write on.

Eliza, sitting beneath him, slightly raised an eyebrow.

“Is this the reason why you didn’t buy something for me and John?”, she then asked and John and nudged her.

“Well, I think his poems are more beautiful than any other present he could buy for money. You know, roses or chocolates aren’t very personal”, he said softly, but Alexander, engulfed in his writing, didn’t seem to notice what John said, because he didn’t react to it, but continued to scribble down notes.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong John, but-” Before Eliza could finish her sentence, Alexander jolted up and turned to his girlfriend, and gave her a concerned look.

“Did you not like it?”, he asked, almost nervously, while staring at her with big puppy eyes. Feeling bad, the Schuyler sister instantly leaned in to give him a tender kiss on his forehead.

“Of course I liked it, please don’t worry. Thanks, my dear.”

You suppressed another groan, before you contributed furthermore to the topic.

“Dude. It’s not the waste of money which annoys me. It’s because i’m single on Valentine’s Day, and you can’t exactly claim that”, you explained, and before Peggy could say something, you stopped her.

“And Peggy, the people are almost fighting to be with you. So, yeah, “I’m single” is not an argument.” You took a sceptical look at the table, which was practically flooded with roses and boxes of chocolates.

“Okay, but I don’t have a Valentine”, she responded, and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. You tilted your head in confusion.

“For real?”, you dug further into the subject and your glance wandered over your other friends, but they didn’t seem to be surprised at all.

Immersed in their own little debate if Valentine's day was an invention of capitalism and whether that was a bad thing, they were passionately theorizing back and forth, leaving Peggy and you out.

“Well, actually, you could be my Valentine, (Y/N)! What do you think, pizza and a good movie? Tonight, at my place?”, she asked, a little bit shy, but you nod hastily.

“I think this will be amazing!”

Without further thinking, you set up a time to meet, as you suddenly had a crucial question. Was this a date? Or just a regular movie night among two friends?

The confusing thought didn’t leave your head anymore. You didn’t even know if she was into girls. You tried to remember every conversation with Peggy, but did she ever mention her sexuality? And even if she did, did this change anything?

You felt weirdly conflicted.

The time stretched like a chewing gum, as you were impatiently waiting in front of her apartment, shifting from one foot to the other.

You were way too early, and you knew it. Normally, you would just walk in and ring at the door, Peggy would eventually open up, but today it seemed weirdly impolite.

You nervously fixed the collar of your white blouse, feeling like you hated your outfit already, even though you’ve only wore it for an hour or so.

Was this is a date now? The thought lifted up the corners of your mouth.

Peggy, the youngest of the Schuyler sisters, and totally out of your league…

“(Y/N)?”, somebody’s voice brought you back to reality.

“What?” You shook your head confusedly, before you realised who was standing before you.

Her hair tied up in a bun, while a few curls had found their way out of the hairdo and were framing her face nicely, Peggy was standing in front of you. She was wearing an oversized sweater, dyed in a warm, yellow tone and she was smiling at you, but you could tell by the expression in her eyes that she was mildly confused.

“Um, you were standing here for a quite a bit”, Peggy noted and you scratched the back of your head.

“Yes, um. I didn’t want to be too early”, you admitted and earned a hearty laugh from your vis-à-vis.

“Oh, bullshit. What’s up with you today, since when are you paying attention to the time? Come on in!”, she said, and held open the door to her apartment.

“Well, normally I’m not contemplating whether we’re having a date or not”, you thought to yourself, but decided not to say anything and quietly followed Peggy into her home.

Immediately, you were surrounded  with the sweet scent of Peggy’s perfume and unconsciously, you inhaled deeply.

“So, i’ll order Pizza and we’ll watch a movie, right?”, she suggested, turning towards you with a flyer in one hand, and a phone in the other.

“Yeah, i’ll have a cheese pizza. You know, just to be ...cheesy today”, you said, tossing your bag to the side.

A moment of awkward silence ensued, and Peggy scrunched up her face at the lame pun.

“Okay, how about you’ll go into the living room, i’ll come back in a second”, she said with a strangely secretive smile on her lips. You did as she told you and made your way into the living room, which seemed to be tidied up, like always.

On a second glance though, you could see that everything that was laying across the room has been stuffed into a drawer, which was so filled up that it didn’t even properly close anymore.

It brought a smile to your lips and you made yourself comfortable on the couch. Crossing your arms over your chest, you still felt a bit nervous, but the feeling quickly disappeared when Peggy bursted into the room and nearly jumped onto the couch, wrapping her arms around you. You happily rested your head against hers and enjoyed the embrace, which felt like you both were made for each other, like two pieces of a puzzle. You relished the moment, which resulted in silence, but not the kind of awkward silence where you didn’t know what to say. It was a peaceful silence, it emphasised the close bond between you even more, and the only noise that was interrupting the silence, were the quiet breaths, and, at least you imagined it, your own heartbeat, because you felt it pulsing in your chest so heavily, that you were afraid Peggy would notice.

After a few moments of rest Peggy asked which movie you wanted to see.

“Something romantic?”, you suggested, giggling. “It would be fitting, for Valentine’s Day”, you explained yourself a second later, before Peggy could oppose it.

But you worries were unnecessary, because she nodded excitedly.

“Sure, I love love stories!”, she agreed, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of you relaxed for a few more moments, before Peggy stood up to grab a pile of DVDs from a shelf.

“Let the right one in?”, she asked, coming back with a stack that was so high she could barely look over it.

“Nah”, you decided after a second of considering it.

“Silver Linings?” Another no came from your side. This procedure was repeated a few times, till the pile on Peggy’s lap was reduced to a single DVD, the others were all scattered across the room.

“Men in Black?”, she suggested eventually, and amused, you raise an eyebrow.

“That’s not very romantic”, you stated, and watched how her face reddened.

“Yeah, well… I mean, it’s my favourite movie”, she confessed and you beamed happily.

“Well then, let’s watch it!”, you decided and Peggy’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Soon after, you both had prepared everything and were leaning against each other, as suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Oh shit, the pizza!”, Peggy remembered and hit herself with her flat hand against the forehead.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back!”, she hollered, already on her feet and almost tripped over one of the DVDs.

So again, you sat alone on her couch and listened to the distant voice of Peggy, the jingling of change and the loud bang, when  the door was slammed shut again.

Shortly after, the living room was filled with the familiar scent of the popular dish named pizza.

“Nice!”, you shout excitedly. “How much do I owe you?”

“Ah, you’re good”, she replied, sitting down next to you and shoving one of the pizza cartons into your lap.

“Yay!”, you playfully nudged her side. “Thanks a lot!”

“Ouch.” While rubbing the place where you’ve hit her, she gave you a look of anticipation.

“Are you alright?”, you asked her cluelessly, and she nodded hastily.

“Yeah, everything good!”, she assured you, but the suppressed smirk on her lips said something else. The way she toyed with her hair made you become a bit suspicious.

“What?” You tilted your head, but she just shook her head in response.

“Did you drop my pizza or what?”

Sceptical, you opened the box, till you froze in shock.

There was something written on the inside of the carton, more specifically, it was a question written in sweeping, cursive letters, and as your eyes focused on them, you could make out what it was saying.

Want to be my girlfriend….or is this too cheesy?

With a squeak you closed the pizza carton again and it laid it aside, before looking at Peggy, a grin spread over your face, and you weren’t able to say something.

Her face was flushed in a bright red, and she nervously fiddled with the rim of her sweater.

“So..what do you think?”,Peggy asked, and buried her face in her hands.

You quickly took her by the wrists and gently forced her to look at you.

“Yes. Yes. YES! Yes, I would like to be your girlfriend, and yes, this is way too cheesy!”, you practically shout into her face, before letting go of her.

She beamed at you, her eyes widened.

“Oh my god, yes, my plan worked!” Peggy pumped a fist, till you gave her a questioning look.

“Oh! I asked Eliza to give me her roses and everything, to make you jealous. Up top!”,  she explained, and you couldn’t help but to let your jaw drop.

“Really?”, you asked again, not able to believe her.

“Yeah, I did! It was just before you came over to us!”, she explained and held out her palm so you could high five her.

With a slight smile on your lips, you shake your head.

“You’re such a dork.”

Instead of giving her a high five, you grabbed her hand and pulled her closer towards you,till your foreheads were touching.

“But I like that.”

Slowly, the two of you leaned forward even more, till your lips brush against each other softly.