Description: It all started when Jeon Jungkook moved into the house next door during the first year of high school. His popularity was given as his looks are extraordinary, and not to mention his outstanding grades. Everyone thinks of Jungkook as the perfect person with his good looks, perfect grades, and rich parents. However, Y/N thinks apart from that.
George Weasley x Reader Imagine: Just a Little Jealous
Imagine George saving Harry at a Quidditch game and all the girls drooling over him, so you show up and not so subtly, show them who he belongs to. But later, when you were the one who made a record amount of scores as a Chaser, all the boys are going crazy over you. That is, until George steps in and does the same thing you did, but much more extreme. ;)
It was your 5th year at Hogwarts, and your 5th year of being a chaser. You were in the locker rooms, being given a speech by Oliver Wood, and you were about to play Slytherin. You hated the Slytherin Quidditch team. All they ever did was cheat, and Snape always let them get away with everything. (heh, get it? Snape, always? Sorry.) “Alright? Good. Let’s get out there, and win!” You knew the match would be tough, but it was taking forever. The score was currently 70 for Gryffindor, and 90 for Slytherin. You were trying to get the Slytherin chasers away from Angelina, but it wasn’t working. You were swearing under your breath and you didn’t even notice a bludger coming straight towards your head. That was, until, a certain ginger haired sweetheart flew in front of you, and hit it with his bat. “Thanks babe!” You said as you went to steal the Quaffle away from a Slytherin. You caught it, and threw it into the goal, the quaffle itself not being noticed the keeper, who was focused on you, but in a way that you didn’t care for. You could see that he was staring at your breasts, and smirking. “Ugh, gross” you thought before you yelled to him, “hey, what your problem pervert?!” He quickly looked towards Lee Jordan, who spoke into the microphone, “SCORE BY (Y/L/N), THAT MAKES 100 FOR GRYFFINDOR” the crowd screamed, except the Slytherins, who were furious. Luckily, George didn’t notice the keeper staring at you. You knew he couldn’t control his anger when he got jealous of other guys hitting on you, but when another guy did ANYTHING remotely inappropriate to you, he probably would’ve done something to get himself banned from the team, and right now, you needed to win. The crowd was going crazy, since Harry found the Snitch, and was about to catch it. He was just inches from catching it, when suddenly, there was a bludger headed straight towards him. Then, George swept behind Harry, in front of the bludger, and whacked it away from him. Only seconds later, Harry caught the snitch, and everyone, except the Slytherins, were cheering. Lee screamed into the microphone, “POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!” You screamed along with the rest of the crowd, and you were so proud of your boyfriend, the crowd was was even cheering, instead of Potter, “WEASLEY! WEASLEY! WEASLEY!” You dreamily stared at him, and he winked at you, making you blush.
The next day, you were on your way to your next class, holding hands with George in the corridor, and you saw a few Hufflepuff girls walking past you. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but they were whispering and giggling when they said, “Hi George.” He said hey back, and they looked as if they might faint. “That was weird.” You said. “Don’t worry (y/n), I only have eyes for you.” “I know, I just don’t like other girls checking you out.”
After that, things only got worse, but you figured out how to stop those hoes from flirting with George. When you saw them getting too close to him, which was annoying for both of you, (that loyal little cutie,) you simply walked up to him and said, “hi Georgie. You look really hot today.” And he would move closer to you, and put his hands on you hips, and say, “oh really?” And you would reply yes, and start kissing him passionately, then moving to his neck, leaving hickies everywhere. And then he would grab your bum, and start giving you hickies everywhere. And the whole time he did it to you, you stared the girl straight in the eyes, while she made a disgusted face, and walked away.
The next week, you had another Quidditch game, against Slytherin again. The score was 200 for Gryffindor, and 60 for Slytherin. 160 of those points for Gryffindor had been achieved from you. You had scored this many goals before, but you were determined to beat the Hogwarts record for most goals. You even had hoped to be a Chaser professionally one day. You spotted the Quaffle and flew from behind to snatch it out of the Slytherin Chaser’s hands. You did this over and over again, and by the time Harry caught the snitch, the score was 370 to 120. Then 150 more points meant Gryffindor defintely won, and you had scored 300 points for your team, crushing the previous record of 240. You and the rest of the team, were so overjoyed that as soon as you came back to the ground, they gave you a big group hug, and the twins lifted you on their shoulders. Then everyone from Gryffindor came to the field from the stands, and were super excited as well. Beating the record meant not only did you get to be on the radar of professional Quidditch teams, and the Gryffindor team was officially the best, but it also gave Gryffindor house 75 points, and a shiny trophy in the trophy room, that would be remembered for generations to come. That night at dinner in the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore called you up to accept your trophy, and rewarded Gryffindor house with 75 points. You had to hold back tears of joy as you walked back to your table. You sat in between the twins and George gave you a long passionate kiss on the lips, making you smile from ear to ear. Later that night, a huge party was thrown in the common room, where both you and George drank a little too much fire whiskey, making you both a little tipsy. However, this was a Saturday, so you had time to recover.
On Monday, things started to get a little out of order again. At first it was OK, the guys from Gryffindor were giving you high fives and congratulating you on winning. But when it moved to other houses, and them touching you not so appropriately, since they weren’t your boyfriend, you started to get a little worried. Most of the girls had stopped hitting on George, but the guys had just gotten started.
It was really starting to affect your relationship, you were arguing about it, and ignoring it, which made you ignore each other more. You really didn’t want this to happen, and you were trying to get all the boys to shove off. Luckily, you and George had stopped ignoring each other, but it was because of an argument.
“You think I wanted this to happen? I hate this, I can’t stand us fighting, I’m starting to feel unsafe Georgie!” You yelled, with tears forming in your eyes.
“Are you sure (y/n)? That you absolutely can’t shake them off? Seriously, you look like such a little slut!”
The moment that word came out of his mouth, you both instantly regretted it. You let out a sob, and tears started streaming down your face. You were going to run to your bed and cry, but he started apologizing, and you knew he didn’t mean it. He held you in his arms, and you cried into his chest. “I-I can’t keep doing this, Georgie,” “I know, I’m sorry, you’ll be alright.”
Just when you thought it would never stop, something happened, that you’ll never forget. Another Gryffindor was sitting in the common room next to you, flirting with you, of course, when he he took it too far. George was watching, as he always was, but he was getting a little jealous. “So, you’ve gotta be pretty talented to beat a record like that.” “Yea, I guess.” He suddenly put his on your knee, and leaned in for a kiss, but you put your hands on his shoulders, and shoved him away, then smacked him in the face. You made eye contact with George, seeing his eyes turn dark brown, and nodded with him, both of you knowing exactly what to do next. He moved to the couch where you were sitting, picked you up in his arms, and carried you to his room, most people watching.
As soon as you stepped into his room, he locked the door with his wand. He then put you on his bed, went on top of you, and started attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses, leaving hickies, making you gasp. He moved down closer to your breasts, and quickly unbuttoned your shirt, then unclasping your bra, throwing it across the room, as if he never wanted to see it again. He started kissing your breasts, then massaging them as well. He pinched your nipple, which made you loudly moan. He grinned when he heard it, so he did it to the other breast time, and you moaned even louder. He started kissing them again, but moved down to your skirt, and practically ripped it off you. He didn’t waste any time moving to your heat, then taking off your lacy blue underwear, and inserting his tongue into you. You immediately screamed with pleasure, and could feel his grin, as he sucked on your clit. You put your hands in his hair, trying not to scream with every move he made. He knew that the more you distracted yourself by playing with his hair, the less noise you would make. And that’s not what he wanted. He wanted you scream his name so everyone could know you were his, and ONLY his. He grabbed your hands and put them above him, still violently thrusting his tongue into you. You ignored this, and put them back in his hair, eyes still shut tight in ecstasy. He once again pushed your hands away from his hair, but you put them back in his hair. By this time, he had enough. He pulled away and said, “Jesus, (y/n), can you just stay still for one minute?” You managed you say, “Never.” “Fine.” He pulled away from you, grabbed his Gryffindor tie, and tied you up tightly. You liked his dominance, and were ready for more. He looked down at your folds and said, “so wet for me, huh?” And he began sucking on your clit again. You were breathing heavily, and moaning his name, which you could tell was turning him on. He could tell you were close to coming, so he rubbed your thighs, and laughed, which sent vibrations through your body, and as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t stop what he had done to you. You screamed, “GEORGE!!!!!!!!!” You came, screaming his name, releasing yourself, him taking in everything he could. He slowly pulled his tongue out of you, watching you panting from your orgasm. After a minute or so, you opened your eyes to see George, hovering above you, admiring your beauty, proud that he left you breathless and speechless, and you realized he had untied you. “So, I’ll ask you once again, could any other guys do that to you?” You weren’t finished though. You wanted more, you wanted him. It wasn’t just about him making all the boys know you were his, it was also about making the girls know he was yours. So you innocently said, “oh Georgie, that’s not fair.” He quickly responded, louder, “what’s not fair?!” You giggled, and said, “it’s not fair how you can make me feel so good, but I can’t do the same to you.” “Well I never said you couldn’t, (y/n).” “Good.”
You flipped the two of you over so you were on top, and he was on the bottom. You slowly moved down from his bare chest, to his toned stomach, and finally to his pants. You breathed your hot breath onto his abdomen while you stroked his crotch with you hand, and you could hear his breathy gasp, and feel him getting hard. “You want this baby? ” he quickly nodded. “Are you sure? Just from me, no one else?” He nodded again, and you slowly started to unzip his pants, and take them off as slowly as you could. You could tell he was getting impatient, and you were glad. You slowly pulled off his pants, and by now he was squirming. He pulled himself up to try to strip himself, but you pushed him back down. “No, it’s my turn. I’m gonna make you feel amazing.” You moved back down to his pants, actually taking them off this time, along with his boxers. You told him, “baby, I want you to be as loud as you can. So all those other girls can hear who you belong to.” He whispered out, “and I want you to show me who I belong to.” You smirked as you grabbed his hard member in your hand and said, “don’t worry, I will.” You placed your tongue on the tip of his dick, and he immediately moaned. You laughed a little, and placed it in your mouth. He gasped, and you started to suck on it. He was already a moaning mess, and you were loving it. You were massaging his balls as you sucked harder and harder, until he pushed your head towards his cock, making you gag, you pushed his hands away, just as he did to you, but still obeyed what he wanted you to do. He kept moaning, and groaning, and you knew he was about to come, so you did the same thing he did to you to get you to come. You tightly grabbed his hips and moaned with his dick still in your mouth. That was it. He released himself in your mouth, and you swallowed his cum in gulps, not letting a drop of it go. You pulled away from him, and layed on your side next to him. He was still trying to catch his breath, and you smiled at him, proud of what you had done. “So, now do you know that you belong to me?” He had finally caught his breath, and said, “I don’t know, do you belong to me?” You smiled as moved your eyes to the ceiling as you said, “wellll, I can think of another way you can show me.” “Same here.” You were about to ask what, as if you didn’t already know, but his fingers were already stroking your vagina. You lightly moaned, and he smirked. He climbed on top of you, and you stared into his eyes, which were now a dark brown. He slowly slipped into you, and you softly moaned. “That’s it baby, louder” he said as he went slightly deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, telling him to go deeper. “Scream for me.” “Make me baby” “of course” he went faster as you scratched your nails on his back. He grabbed your breast with one hand, and held himself up with the other. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you, both of you moaning at every thrust. You flipped him over, and started bouncing on him, hitting your g-spot every time. He wanted to be the dominant one, so he flipped you over again, so now he was on top. He pounded into you, harder and faster than he ever had before. “George, I-I can’t f-feel my legs!” “Mhmm” Both of you were moaning, very loud, and as much as you tried to hide it, you were close. But George knew, he always did. He whispered into your ear, “come for me baby. Scream so the world can know you’re mine.” And with just one more thrust, you came, with following closely after. “GEOOOORGE!!!!!!!!” screamed so loud you were sure even the people in the Slytherin dorms could hear. He pulled himself off of you, both of you still panting, trying to catch your breath.
“(Y/n)?” “Yes, Georgie?” “I’m so yours.” “Good. Because I’m yours.” He winked at you, making you blush. “So, should we go downstairs, and make sure everyone got the message?” “I would love to, but I’m not sure how.” “What do you mean? Did I hurt you?” “No, I still can’t feel my legs.” “Oh really? Let me have a look then.” He smirked, took the sheets off you, and stared at your naked body. Not in a creepy way, but in a cherishing way. “Well I don’t see anything wrong with them.” He ran his hand from your hip to your breast, then back down to your stomach, and he added a hand, and you knew what he was doing. “George! No! Stop!” He tickled you, and you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe. He finally stopped, and you caught your breath. “Now how are those legs feeling?” You looked at him, and said, “they’re not feeling anything. I-I think, you’ll need to carry me.” “Well, I think you should get dressed first. We wouldn’t want anyone else to see what belongs to me.” “Of course not baby.” He grabbed all of your clothes from around his room, and watched as he slowly put everything back on your body for you. He started with your panties, blue, with lace, the ones that you knew he liked. As he put them on, he breathed his hot breath on your vagina, making you gasp, slightly turning you on. He let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry love, there’ll be time for that later tonight, it’s seems to me as that’s what you were planning on.”
“You know you like it when I wear these.” “And how do you that Miss (y/l/n)?”
“Because Mr. Weasley, I found them in your pocket the other day.”
“Oh, right. Forgot about that.” He pulled your panties all the way on, then moved to your skirt, then your bra, and your button up shirt. While he was buttoning it up, he gave you small kisses on your breasts. Once he finished that, he moved back to your legs, slipped on your tights, and put on your shoes. Then, you watched him get dressed, looking for all his clothes around the room. When he finally got all his clothes on, he moved back to you, still lying on the bed, and said, “well, are you sure you can’t get up?” You playfully said, “I am absolutely certain.” “Alright then.” He wrapped his arms around you, and picked you up, bridal style. He then put you down, so you were standing up, and then you fell to the ground, him catching you before your bum hit it. “See, I wasn’t joking, I really can’t feel my legs Georgie.” He looked down and said, “oh, sorry (y/n).” You giggled and said, “don’t worry Georgie, I feel wonderful.” And with that, he carried you to the common room. There, some people cheered for you, while the girls gave you the evil eye, and gossiped about you. And the guys muttered words like, “lucky” and “I’m the one who deserves a piece of that ass.” But you didn’t care, they could talk about you two all they wanted, but they weren’t the ones in your relationship. You looked at George and said, “so, I know you already ate something, but did you wanna head to dinner?” “I’d love that” he carried you to the dining hall, and carried you back when you were finished. From then on, hardly anyone ever flirted with either of you again, and when they did, well, you know. ;)
classic, swap, swapfell and fell bros reaction to their s/o breaking up with them, and then finding out it was because their s/o didn't think they were good enough for their bonefriend and did it on a drunk impulse? love your writing btw you're my fav imagines blog 💕
( * Aw, thank you~! <3 The word bonefriend makes me super happy. This prompt was a lot of fun. I really love when the skelebros provide comfort because I like to imagine someone reading it and feeling better about whatever they’re going through. )
His world has suddenly crashed. He flinches, but he’s quick to bury the hurt behind a forced grin and a small shrug. "heh, it’s not you, it’s me? is that the line you’re using?“ He means for it to come out as light, but his tone sounds sharp and chilling instead, betraying his jovial facade.
But then, he realizes that something’s amiss.. there’s that waver to your voice, the way you look so vulnerable. Why, you look just as wrecked as he feels. "hey, what’re you talking about, kiddo? of course you’re good enough. if anyone should be saying that..”
His voice trails off. He gathers you against his chest, pulling you down to lie on the couch, and opens his blue jacket wide to halfway cover your body. You’re the light in this timeline, the person that gave him the ability to feel HoPe again. He doesn’t voice that; he’s too shaken to find the words. So, instead, he just holds you on the couch, and murmurs, “please don’t ever think that, ok?”
When you break up with him, he flinches as if he was physically struck, his bones rattling together from the jarring impact. "O-OH, GOOD ONE! YOU’RE TRYING OUT JOKES LIKE SANS, RIGHT? I.. I THINK YOU GOT SOMETHING WRONG ABOUT THAT ONE, THOUGH. OR MAYBE I MISSED THE PUNCHLINE..?“ You know he has to be rattled to admit that a joke may have gone over his head, but when he realizes you weren’t joking around, his shoulders slump. "OH…YOU CAN’T REALLY MEAN…”
His eyesockets start to tear up. He’s shaking, but trying to be strong. If you really want to leave him, he’s going to respect your decision, but.. “I..IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT?” he can’t help but ask, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your shoulder. He’s prepared to accept it, but the moment you start insisting that you’re not good enough for him, he realizes what’s going on. Immediately, he pulls you against his chest, bending over your form. He places his forehead on the top of your head, and he’s openly crying now. You’re hurting, and having this awful thoughts about yourself, and that hurts him.
“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE GOOD ENOUGH. I’LL H-HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS VERY HIGH STANDARDS!” He’s trying to lighten the mood, but his voice breaks a little. So, he tightens his arms around you, holding you as close as possible. "AND YOU EXCEED ALL OF THOSE STANDARDS JUST BY BEING YOU.“ Shifting, he pulls back enough to press his teeth to your forehead, giving a soft ’muah’ sound effect to punctuate his skeleton kiss. "SO LET’S REMAIN A COUPLE! I’LL TAKE YOU OUT ON A DATE TOMORROW! IF.. IF YOU’RE NOT TOO HUNG OVER. IF YOU ARE, I’LL JUST BRING YOU SOUP IN BED AND WE CAN WATCH METTATON RE-RUNS!”
Of course. Of course you’d break up with him. He’s still for a moment, before he forces a smirk and shrugs. "welp, that lasted longer than i expected. i guess i’ll see ya around, swee–.. uh, bud.“ He turns away, trying to shrink further into his jacket, to hide his cheeks behind the floof of his fur-lined hood before he starts crying. He thought he would feel numb, but there’s a gnawing pit in the center of his chest, and his eyesockets are burning. Stars, he’s stronger than this!
Mentally, he’s running through every insult he’s ever received in his life, every reason why he wasn’t good enough for you, why you don’t want to be with him anymore. He’s gathering his magic, preparing to shortcut right out of this nightmare and drown his sorrows at Grillby’s. There’s no doubt in his mind that he’s going to get wrecked tonight, and the bender’s guaranteed to last for a week solid.
But then he hears you continue, drunkenly mumbling about how you don’t deserve him. He freezes, his magic dissipating. You, underserving of him? What kind of Twilight Zone swap world is this? Red turns, still trying to guard his face with his hood, his sockets glimmering with red-tinted tears. "r..run that by me again?” he manages, his voice thick and gruff. When you continue to babble on about your insecurities, he suddenly sees himself mirrored in you. How could he have missed the signs? Maybe you were both just too good at pretending, too used to doing it as second-nature.
“oh, sweetheart.” He’s on you in the next instant, so quickly that he knocks you off-balance and you both end up tumbling onto his mattress. The impact jars the springs and causes you to bounce, but he just holds on tighter, burying his face in the side of your neck so you don’t glimpse his tears. "none of that is true, ya hear me? you’re all i want.. and if you want me..“ His voice becomes quiet, but his mouth is right by your ear, his breath warm against the cold tear-tracks on your cheeks.
"then just stay.. ok?”
WHAT? Did you really think YOU could break up with HIM? This is an outrage. Edgy is someone that obviously hides his feelings behind RED-HOT RAGE, so he grits his teeth and looms over you. "NO!“ he shouts firmly, his entire body tense. He hasn’t done ANYTHING to warrant this, and he’s been trying his hardest to be an attentive bonefriend. He’s been paying attention to your needs, and he’s even started reprimanding his brother’s laziness less! Is that not enough?
No. Impossible. He’s done everything right. "I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THE BREAK-UP. SO.. NO. IT’S NOT OVER.” He’s in serious denial, and while he knows he can’t really make you stay if you want to leave (shy of sealing off the exits with bones, which is becoming more and more tempting..), he’s going to be stubborn. You’re going to have to give him an explanation.. and when you do, you start tripping over your words and feelings, blurting all of your deepest, self-depreciating thoughts.
And that’s when Papyrus realizes just how drunk you are.
He swears loudly, rolling his eyelights even as he grips your chin and forces you to look up at him. He bends over, leaning down to your face, and says, “Stop.” The word comes out more gently than anything you’ve ever heard him say; for once, it’s not a shouted command, but something he’s urging you to do. It shocks you into silence, your shoulders still shaking from suppressed hiccups of sobs. He clears his throat and begins speaking in his normal tone of voice now that he has your full attention. "ARE YOU DONE WITH THIS FOOLISHNESS NOW? I WON’T STAND FOR ANYONE SPEAKING ILL OF YOU–NOT EVEN WHEN YOU DO IT. WE’RE NOT BREAKING UP JUST BECAUSE YOU’VE DECIDED TO DRUNKENLY SLANDER YOURSELF. NONE OF THAT IS TRUE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?“ He says it with such a serious intensity that all you can do is nod. "GOOD.”
And then he scoops you up bridal-style into his arms and carries you upstairs. It’s time for you to sleep off your alcohol, and he’s going to keep you locked up in his arms all night.
The second you break up with him, he’s crying.
It’s not even little sniffling tears that develop into sobs; no, he’s immediately full-on ugly crying. He’s gasping for air with his shoulders heaving, his face is flushed a bright blue, and he looks like you just kicked a sack of puppies in front of him while laughing maniacally.
“B-B-B-BUT..! W-WH-WHHYYY? WHAT DID.. DID I.. DOOO?” He’s wailing the words and jumping to the worst possible conclusion, but he needs to know what he did so he can fix it. He’s got to win you back! If Papyrus is in the house, he hears the crying and teleports into the room with a murderous expression, but once he sees that you’re both crying, he awkwardly pretends it never happened and blips away to Muffet’s. Blueberry grabs onto your waist, looking up at you with the most heart-broken expression you’ve ever seen. You did this to him, you realize, and it only makes things worse.
You launch into every dark thought you’ve ever had about yourself, every time you’ve ever thought that you weren’t good enough, or were too flawed, or that no one could possibly stay interested in you, that you’re poison and that’s why they all lea–
Blueberry cuts you off by cupping your tear-streaked cheeks with both hands and forcing you to look at him. You have his rapt attention, and he’s no longer wallowing in misery; instead, he’s looking at you with absolute concern. "WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK THAT ABOUT YOURSELF? YOU’RE NONE OF THOSE THINGS! I THINK YOU’RE THE GREATEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD! THAT’S WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!“ He smiles, bringing your head down to rest your forehead against his. "MAYBE I DON’T TELL YOU THAT ENOUGH? BUT FEAR NOT! FROM NOW ON, I’M GOING TO TELL YOU EVERY DAY HOW GREAT AND WONDERFUL YOU ARE! AND IF YOU EVER THINK ANYTHING BAD ABOUT YOURSELF, JUST TELL ME SO I CAN TELL YOU HOW UNTRUE IT IS, ALL RIGHT?”
Stretch realizes immediately (okay, immediately after the crushing pain in his chest that made his SOUL feel like it was cracking) that you’re too drunk to make a decision like breaking up. Something like that has to be done with a cool head, so while his body is tense, he tries to approach the situation delicately. "ok. so why break-up?“ You don’t tell him right away, but he probes you carefully, asking if there’s something that makes you unhappy about the relationship and casually mentioning that you’ve had way too much to drink tonight.
When the floodgates finally open and you spill all your demons, Papyrus pulls you into his lap. His arms go around you, and he guides your head to his shoulder, where he soothingly strokes his phalanges through your hair. "honey, why are you so hard on yourself?” You don’t give him a straight answer, instead reiterating that you’re not good enough for him, that he deserves better, that you should just leave. "why don’t you let me be the judge of what’s good enough? i mean, i am a pretty good judge of character, and i think you’re everything i could ever want. else i wouldn’t be here right now, honey.“
If you continue, he just asks, "do you enjoy being with me? do you want to stay like this, with me? then ok. stop trying to leave because i want you to stay.”
HOW DARE YOU BREAK UP WITH HIM!! YOU SHOULD BE HONORED THAT HE DEEMED YOU WORTHY OF HIS AFFECTIONS! “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO BREAK UP?! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!”
His eyesockets are watering, but he tells himself they’re ANGRY TEARS instead of just regular broken-hearted tears. How could anyone refuse him?! He’s about thiiiis close to shouting for Papy to help him handle this crisis when you start to cry and admit your feelings of inadequacy. OH. So you were feeling unworthy! That’s makes sense, because it totally couldn’t be anything HE’S done.
Blackberry swallows back his tears and sits down on his bed, abruptly jerking you down beside him. He latches onto your waist, his grip uncomfortably tight.. because he’s trying to mask the fact that his bones are shaking. "YOU’RE WORTHY. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? I’M A SKELETON OF ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS TO MEET, AND YOU..“ He almost lost you, so he swallows a portion of his pride, his face buried in the side of your neck. "YOU MEET ALL OF THEM. SO CEASE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!”
He’s relieved that you stay, and as soon as you pass out, he cries.
Welp, drunk words are sober thoughts, right? So if you want to leave him now, it must mean you’ve been thinking about it. Papyrus can’t say he’s surprised; he’s been waiting for you to realize you could do better. After all, who wants some pathetic mutt like him drooling after them all the time?
He’s already walling himself off, and since he was in the process of walking you home anyway, he pulls out a cigarette from his jacket and lights it up. He’s going to chain smoke tonight, and probably not even go home. Sans would only lecture him about the smell of smoke, and he just can’t deal with that right now. His other hand is balled into a tight fist in his pocket. He doesn’t try to press you for an explanation, even as he’s running through every exchange the two of you have ever had and wondering just how many of those sweet words you actually meant.
And then he hears a tiny sob, and when he turns to you, his entire body feels cold.
He stops, staring, and as your insecurities spew out like terrible word vomit, he slowly starts to realize what this is really about. He can relate–he can relate to every one of those feelings. His cigarette tips from his suddenly-lax fingers, and he closes the gap in one stride to sweep you against him. In one smooth motion, he cuts off your nonsense with his mouth, soothing your worries away with a deep kiss. When he finally pulls back, he chuckles lightly, cupping your damp cheek with his palm. "listen, doll. i’m gonna let you in on the absolute truth.. and that’s that whoever put that shit into your head is wrong. dead wrong. you’ll always be enough just by being here with me. and i don’t want you to ever forget that, ok?“
(((( a.u. where ty and josh are professional fuck buddies - which turns into something more. i almost didn’t post this one because i don’t know all the details of camming, but to hell with it. enjoy ))))
josh was randomly searching craigslist for couches and out of curiosity veered into the ‘adult’ section. he came across this ad:
28, looking for male regular for my live sex cam. send pics to firstname.lastname@example.org
usually josh would see these and move on, but noticed there was a picture of the ad poster. in the low res quality, josh could tell that he was very cute. josh was bored and horny, so decided he may as well give it a try. the guy didn’t look like an ax murderer or anything and maybe he had an old couch he needed to get rid of.
it didn’t take long for the guy to email back. apparently his name was tyler, and he said josh looked to be the perfect fit. tyler said to come over to his apartment by 9 pm and expect to start working right away. he said to be warned, that he had a very demanding audience, but the job paid well and he’d receive a good portion. in the meanwhile, tyler spent his time taking a shower and freaking out over the hot guy that was about to come over.
when josh first arrived at tyler’s apartment, he noted that it was much nicer than his and in a better part of town. when tyler opened the door, the whole ‘sketchy’ vibe of meeting someone from craigslist for sex work dwindled. tyler was very open and friendly, offering josh to take a seat and asked if he’d like anything to drink. josh sat on tyler’s ‘new’ couch and asked if he could have coffee.
tyler came back with the coffee and his own glass of wine. he explained that he mainly worked solo and just decided to venture into partnering with someone. he also said he was glad josh applied, because having another person might help with tips. josh admitted the reason he applied wasn’t so much to make money, but because he was bored/lonely and down for a good fuck. tyler said he wouldn’t regret his decision. he appreciated josh’s bluntness, but was a little insecure that josh may have been hotter than him. josh was secretly insecure tyler was the hotter one. once they finished their drinks, tyler invited josh to his ‘office’ to which josh happily accepted.
the room was soundproofed with a large bed, a mirror, webcams, and a laptop on a desk across from the bed. it was a clean and plain looking room with white walls and hardly anything in it. all the bedding was dark blue, and there was a small dresser next to the bed, plus an average sized closet. tyler said it was basically the easiest, funnest job ever if you knew how to work people.
“the only rule is no free shows. we may need to do stuff off camera though” tyler explained with a little smirk. this was all so new to josh, but it seemed like tyler knew what he was doing. the suggestion in tyler’s tone already had his blood flowing.
tyler opened the laptop and turned the camera on so that they showed up within the frame. josh found it a little odd seeing himself, especially knowing that they were about to do sexual things for strangers to watch and pay. but the thought also turned him on.
“ok ready?” tyler said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. as soon as josh got on the bed, tyler crawled into his lap. he grinned at josh’s surprised reaction.
“fuck ty-” josh muttered, until he was cut off by tyler crashing his lips to his. josh moaned into tyler’s mouth as he kissed him aggressively and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, pulling him down on top of him as they fell back. the kiss was needy, but turned soft and affectionate with time. tyler’s hands traveled down josh’s body, exploring carefully and undoing his jeans.
josh didn’t realize what he was doing until tyler broke away to pull josh’s jeans halfway down his thighs. he pressed soft, slow kisses down josh’s happy trail and nuzzled his cheek against josh’s hardening cock, massaging him through his briefs while sucking marks into his hip. josh let out a low moan, head turning to the side and fingers running through tyler’s fluffy dark hair. tyler pulled away and sat back up to stare at a disheveled looking josh, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy. josh wanted nothing more than to see tyler writhing in pleasure underneath him.
“okay, we’ll become familiar with each other, th-then we can kiss and edge each other on camera. but with our clothes on. clothes stay on ‘til tips.” tyler explained as professionally as possible. josh could tell he was horny as fuck but trying to maintain a business mindset, which made josh want to die of cuteness overload. josh sat back against the pillows as tyler zoomed the camera in a little and prepared to set up the live stream. josh was nervous, but also excited where it could lead. mostly, he was just horny and needed to be surrounded by tyler’s warmth and scent all over again.
tyler finished logging in. all he needed to do was press the record button and they would be on instantly. instead, he turned around and took his briefs off before climbing back in bed, giving josh a private show first. josh bit his lip, relishing at his first glance at tyler’s pretty cock. josh moaned again, shoving his hand in his briefs to stroke himself completely hard.
“don’t tease me, josh, show me” josh lifted his hips to slide them down, watching tyler’s face as his cock sprang back towards his stomach. the noise of approval tyler made was enough to cause warmth to spread throughout his groin. tyler laid next to him, hooking his leg over josh’s and running a hand up josh’s shirt as he kissed him again. he moved down his jawline and attached to his neck, shamelessly moaning and whimpering while sliding his cock against josh’s hip. josh moaned as tyler pinched his nipples under his shirt, then grazed his nails down his stomach, causing sparks of electricity. he stopped just short of josh’s cock. if josh wasn’t painfully hard a moment ago, he was now.
“i thought you said no teasing” josh whimpered. tyler didn’t say anything right away, just gave a small laugh as he moved his hand lower and gripped josh’s cock and pulling it up from his stomach.
“that only applies to you, not me. i’m the one in charge here” tyler teased while running his thumb over josh’s wet tip. josh reached down and gave tyler’s ass a squeeze, causing tyler’s hips to jerk and cock to nudge harder against his hip.
“you’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t you” josh growled, making tyler’s eyes widen. tyler moaned an affirmative and straddled him. josh’s hands were all over him instantly, greedily running up and down his back under his shirt, over his ass, hips, thighs, then up his stomach and chest. tyler allowed this while rolling his hips, finding josh’s cock with his own and sliding against it.
“maybe we should start the show now?” tyler muttered, breathless and feeling himself getting worked up too quick.
“okay, baby.” josh agreed, regaining his composure. tyler blushed at the pet name and stood up to put his briefs back on. josh tucked himself back into his briefs and kicked his jeans off as tyler went to his laptop to press record. right away people entered the room, new as well as regulars. the chat started filling up right away, which to josh was both nerve-wracking and exciting.
oh you have someone with you is that your boyfriend? he’s hot let him eat you out cute couple what’s his name? sit on his face
tyler ignored it for a minute to set up the tip prices. he answered some of the questions about josh really quick, then explained that the show would get really good once tips started coming in. he stood up so that his tented briefs were in the frame to show that he was hard, then got into bed with josh.
tyler pulled the cover over their laps, then told josh he would jerk him under the covers to tease them. josh nodded, and tyler licked his hand before sliding his hand into josh’s briefs. josh moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. he gazed at the camera, biting his lip with bedroom eyes while he was obviously being jerked by tyler under the blanket. tips started rolling in, along with requests.
mmm get naked let’s see those hard cocks now plsss show kiss both so hot fuck who’s bigger? KISSSSS
josh leaned forward to read them and couldn’t help but laugh at their incessant begging. he figured if he were in their situation, he’d be doing the same, but he was the lucky one who got to have tyler all to himself.
“you’re a natural at this, josh. alright, time to take our clothes off.” tyler praised quietly so speakers wouldn’t pick up.
josh sat at the edge of the bed and pulled his shirt off, taking his time and making a show of it. he seen more comments quickly coming in, but didn’t read it. he knew his body was wank material. tyler leaned in to kiss down his neck and chest while moaning softly. josh knew he was showing off, but it was turning him on tenfold anyway. he could feel pre-cum sticking him to his briefs, which was getting quite uncomfortable. tyler stopped right before his soft lips made their way to josh’s sensitive nipple, reading more comments. josh had to stifle a whine.
your friend looks ready to take you already bet he’s rough how long you been together? yeah you want that dick slut wish that was me tbh how much for rimming?
tyler answered the questions, then stood up to take his briefs off in front of the camera while doing a little dance. josh couldn’t help but admire tyler’s perfectly round ass, imagining what he’d do to it for teasing him like that. josh pulled his briefs off as well to match tyler’s nakedness. tyler turned around to shake his ass playfully at the camera, then sat back down next to josh to caress him in different spots while staring at the camera. tyler knew too well where josh’s sensitive spots were, spending an agonizingly long time on his chest and nipples. josh stopped him to tilt his face up by his chin and kiss his lips softly at first, then deepened it. tyler sighed, bringing his hand up to josh’s cheek and letting josh dominate him. more tips and requests rolled in, and tyler broke away to check it.
“alright show my hole, then suck you. ready, stud?” tyler asked casually. josh’s cock jerked at that and he made a soft grunting sound which tyler took as a ‘yes’. he smirked at josh’s animalistic state, thinking he looked so sexy like that.
“wait, show me first” josh said, feeling more possessive than usual. tyler raised his brows at it but obliged, turning his back towards him. josh spread him open and leaned down to touch his tongue to tyler’s entrance. tyler keened high and needy, moving forward slightly, but josh held his hips firmly. he give him a few hard licks before pulling away and slapping his right ass cheek.
“that’s just a little taste of what’s to come. alright, go ahead” josh said authoritatively. tyler just gawked at him for a moment, delighted by his dominant side. he said no free shows, but figured most of that was blocked from the frame anyway and left most to the imagination. tyler turned his back to the camera, spreading himself open to show his hole. he bent over and held it for a bit, making sure they got their money’s worth. josh talked dirty to him and held his cock the whole time. he gave tyler bursts of short, quick strokes as rewards to his responses.
j - “you like exposing yourself to strangers on the internet, baby boy?” t - “mmmm yes daddy” j - “but you’re mine. to them you’re just a little slut” t - “I know. i’m all yours” j - “good boy. spank yourself for me and count to 3” t - “1…oww” j - “harder” t - “2 uunnf….ahh…3!” j - “good boy. you like that” t - “yes, thank you daddy” j - “i’m gonna fuck you so hard baby boy”
tyler moved his red, abused ass away from the camera to replace with his flushed, pretty face. he had kind of a half-tortured, half-lust expression as he read the comments.
i’d lick that all day already wet, u slut i’m so hard ride his big daddy cock i want to fuck you while you suck him damnnnn you like it hard don’t you josh’s voice is so hot i love the dirty talk
tyler grinned at the last comment and zoomed the camera in a bit. he knelt on the floor and held josh’s cock in his hand while bringing his tongue out to taste the tip, then swirled his tongue around the head for a bit and kissed it, all while maintaining eye contact with the camera. josh couldn’t take anymore so he pushed tyler’s head down. tyler allowed more of his cock in, stretching his lips around him and sucking his cheeks in. he listened to josh falling apart above him and more tips rolled in, but was too busy sucking and jerking his own cock. tyler’s throat swallowed around josh’s cock and eyes squeezed shut as he held down for as long as possible, then pulled back up for breath. he blinked a few times, trying to read the comments as he languidly pumped josh in his hand. more drool leaked back out onto josh’s cock, adding to the wet slick sounds.
you’re so good at that baby can your tight hole take it as well mmmmmmmmmm come on, ride his cock don’t neglect his balls
tyler smirked at the last comment and sucked both josh’s balls into his mouth, paying them some attention before zooming the camera back out and getting up. josh already looked wrecked, and tyler felt kind of bad knowing he wanted to cum so bad, but they were just getting started. huge load meant huge tip.
“it’ll be so worth it when you wait” tyler said empathetically.
“i’ve edged before, but it’s a lot harder with someone else” josh confessed, laughing once he realized the pun, then shivering as tyler ran his thumb over his slit again. tyler’s heart fell when he realized he was falling in love with josh in front of hundreds of strangers online. he checked the chat and noticed the person that inquired about rimming had paid for it.
“time to eat me, josh. what is more comfortable for you?” tyler asked.
“you sitting on my face” josh answered, grinning excitedly. josh prided himself on his rimming abilities and exceptionally strong tongue. he laid his head towards the edge and tyler adjusted the camera before getting into position on his knees, ass towards the camera. josh spread him open and tyler lowered until he felt josh’s tongue glide along his hole, sending a spark of pleasure right through him. josh moaned and tongued him open while rhythmically massaging his cheeks. tyler resisted the urge to touch himself because he wouldn’t last much longer if he did, especially when josh kept making these insane growling noises which were sending vibrations right through him. when josh started fondling tyler’s balls, tyler lightly tapped josh’s arm and leaned forward.
“okay it’s…i almost came” tyler said, laughing embarrassed. josh was secretly flattered and desired to make tyler cum hard but didn’t want to blow the money shot. he didn’t care about the tips as much, but wanted to remain tyler’s “business partner” for a very long time. instead, they made out in front of the camera while playfully smiling and whispering things to each other in between kisses. if you hadn’t known any better, you would think they were together for years they had such good chemistry.
are you gonna fuck that hot bottom? you guys are sooo cute together mmm hot kissing tongue action cum cum cum rub each other’s nipples both sexy bodies
tyler read some of the comments, thanking them and saying they’d fuck and cum once they met their goal. it was set high, but they considering demand it was worth waiting for that tip. they did little things to keep it sexy, like caressing each other’s bodies and flashing every once in a while. both were so hard it was almost painful, and josh was verging on blue balls. finally, someone tipped for josh to fuck tyler’s ass and cum on his back.
“there’s lube in that top drawer over there” tyler informed josh, who quickly retrieved it.
josh was practically giddy with excitement to fuck tyler for the first time and cum. it was somehow even more rewarding that someone paid to see it, like he’d earned the privilege. he smiled and thanked the tippers immensely, blowing kisses at the camera. tyler could just sense that he was in for it, so he submitted by getting on all fours and presenting his ass to josh. he leaned on his forearms and arched his back beautifully for josh, who dipped into bed behind him and roughly grabbed his hips, teasing his hole with his cock. josh spread a generous amount of lube in his hand and spread it all over his cock before sliding it through tyler’s ass cheeks, teasing him more. finally, tyler’s breath hitched as he felt the first inch or so slide inside him. josh and tyler both moaned loudly when josh fully bottomed out, then he started rocking his hips back and forth, jack-hammering into tyler. tyler cried out with every slap of josh’s hips against his ass, and his cock leaked out onto the sheets.
meanwhile the comments were going crazy. tyler and josh had completely abandoned the fact that they had over hundreds of strangers watching them fuck, and tipping. josh held onto tyler’s hips, alternating speeds, pressures, and angles until he got just the right one that made tyler shake, cry out, and clench around josh’s cock. josh was already close, but this extra reaction from tyler almost pushed him over the edge. josh sped up his thrusts for half a minute, before pulling out and jerking off fast and furious over tyler’s ass and lower back. in the frantic moment his aim was off by a hair and his cum shot up between tyler’s shoulder blades and some got into his hair. he allowed the waves of intense pleasure course through him, totally unaware of anything else at the moment. he didn’t realize until tyler shifted underneath him a bit that it was all over tyler’s back, drying on his skin and in his hair.
“tyler, i’m so sorry!” josh apologized. tyler found it funny and cute.
“it’s alright, you’re new. there’s some wipes in the second drawer” tyler assured him while laying flat on his stomach. josh retrieved those and began wiping down his mess. tyler checked the comments, laughing at some of the reactions.
“yes, i will cum too! but where should i do it?” tyler asked out loud to the camera. someone tipped and requested that josh sucked him off then kissed tyler with the load still in his mouth. tyler had never tried that, but the more he thought about it, the hotter it sounded. tyler proposed the idea to josh, and josh was pretty enthusiastic about it. in fact, he was just enthusiastic about having his tongue, mouth, or cock anywhere on tyler’s body or bodily fluids.
josh laid tyler on his back, and even though tyler was still hard and didn’t require any foreplay, josh still wanted to. he started by sensually french kissing him while teasing his nipples. tyler moaned into it, body hyper sensitive to every touch in anticipation of cumming and josh’s mouth. josh moved down to tyler’s neck, and tyler tilted his head back to give him more access. josh loved sucking hickies into his skin there, and grazing his tongue over his bobbing adam’s apple. he continued down, pausing to tongue and suck over his nipples and down his stomach, pausing at his belly button. he was taking his time, but their viewers were appreciating every bit of it. josh spent very little time on tyler’s inner thighs and hips, both getting impatient. once josh did get to his cock though, he took him all the way, making tyler buck his hips and moan involuntarily. it was the hottest thing ever, how violently tyler’s body responded to the onslaught of sensation. tyler felt like he was at a hundred percent arousal as josh was teasing him, but it spiked from fifty to a hundred in the moment josh went full throttle on his cock with his mouth. josh held tyler’s hips down, working his magic and causing tyler’s hands to fly to josh’s head, mumbling incoherent praises.
“oh god, i’m gonna cum, JOSH” tyler yelled when suddenly he was filling josh’s mouth with his cum, convulsing and grabbing the sheets. josh accidentally swallowed some from the sheer force it shot to the back of his throat, but managed to hold some in his mouth. when tyler settled down, dazed and absently caressing josh’s shoulder, josh let tyler’s cock slip from his mouth and showed the cum to their viewers. he wrapped a hand around tyler’s throat and hovered his lips over tyler’s, who instinctively opened his mouth and allowed josh’s tongue to slip in along with the salty mouthful of liquid. tyler’s eyes rolled back at the visceral, sexual feeling he got from tasting himself in josh’s mouth, who was eagerly sliding his tongue around his and sucking. only one thought was going through tyler’s mind, and it was this guy is a keeper, i can’t let him go.
“hey josh, want to maybe um, hang out spend the night? you can just sleep in my bed. if you want of course.” tyler asked josh after the show when they were putting their clothes back on. josh smiled and nodded with no hesitation whatsoever, thinking tyler was silly for even fearing rejection. if tyler didn’t ask, he would’ve been worried.
the next morning, josh woke up to tyler on his lap and the smell of pancakes and bacon. josh stretched and yawned, a laugh being forced out by how tyler was smiling down at him.
“we make such a good team” tyler said.
“yeah we do” josh responded, without hesitation, pulling tyler down for more kissing.
Rowoon decides to finally confess to you after you’ve been away for a while, but things take a turn…
Protagonists: Rowoon & you
Word Count: 3,3k
A/N: Don’t hate me, I wanted to write my first fluffy fic, but it gave me bad ideas… The original title was “Confession”. I know he just debuted, but he’s a 96′ liner and we’re all going to Kpop hell anyway. I’m not even sorry for this one. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
now that he is in front of your building that doubts start creeping in his
head. What if she didn’t miss me? What if she gets angry for dropping
by unannounced? He tries to shake off this spiral of negative thoughts
by stretching his back and rolling his shoulders. Rowoon looks
up at the series of windows where he guesses your apartment is, wondering if
you had time to unpack your suitcases.
A group of
high school girls pass him on the street and he promptly looks down at his
feet, hiding his eyes behind his cap. Why does she have to live so
close to a school? He sighs and the black mask he is wearing sticks on
his face and mouth. He might as well make a move or go back to the dorm
man carrying bags walks by in direction of the apartment complex and he offers
to assist, seizing the opportunity to enter the building. The singer holds the
front door and helps the elder get on the elevator with his bags. After a low
bow and a short thankful exchange, the doors close and Rowoon is left alone in
call her? He has
a strange feeling about this. He is usually confident, but the closer he gets
to confess, the further away you seem.
It was a
year ago, he was with Inseong on break between practices when
they decided to stop by a coffee shop. They entered and he immediately noticed
you, sitting with your long legs crossed at a high table near the counter. The
spring sun was illuminating the whole place and time seemed to stay still for a
few seconds. You ran your fingers through your hair before bringing them back on
your coffee mug, your nails carelessly hitting the ceramic in rhythm.
smiling brightly at the guy in front of you and the whole time Rowoon and
Inseong waited at the counter, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing glances
your way. When he looked at you for the seventh time, your eyes locked and the
air stopped in his chest. Inseong saw his face and followed his gaze with a
He half-yelled in the empty coffee shop. Rowoon reluctantly turned his head and
noticed for the first time that the guy sitting with you was working in
marketing for their company. His name was Minwoo and he was an American-Korean
who was only 3 years older than Inseong. Everyone at the company knew how much
of a player he was, basically dating a new hopeless girl every month. A fire
began to burn in Rowoon’s chest, spreading to his ears, making them turn bright
“Hi guys, I
guess you’re on break? You should sit with us while you wait.” Minwoo smiled
back at Inseong and gestured the high table next to them. Rowoon sat in dead
silence, wondering why their hyung would want them to crash his date. This time
he avoided to look at the foreigner girl, staring at the wood design of the
table instead. Inseong happily introduced himself in English and you were
instantly wowed by his ability.
nice to meet you!” He immediately proceeded to ask where you were from and your
age, but you just blushed and giggled the questions away.
Rowoon right?” He lifted his head amazed at the way his name fell out of your
lips and sounded so marvelously smooth. When your eyes locked again, he mumbled
his greetings in English with a small voice. You stared in curiosity, making it
hard for him to form coherent thoughts. “I already know about SF9, I’m sorry if
that’s weird”. A nervous giggle climbed your throat and the young man continued
to look at you until the barista interrupted with two coffees.
guys need to go or do you want to stay with us a little longer? Y/n still has
time left, right?” Minwoo kindly switched back the conversation to Korean.
have to get back to work right away Oppa, it’s alright.” You answered in Korean
with a heavy accent.
we also still have time. How do you speak Korean so well?” Rowoon asked
politely. He was instantly more comfortable and bold in his own language.
Inseong raised an eyebrow, knowing that the younger singer was the one who
wanted to go back sooner to the dance studio.
working here for a year, Minwoo-oppa is one of my housemates.” The girl warmly
grinned at him, making his heart skipped a beat. I guess they are not
on a date then. He smiled back.
to tell her. I need to tell her how much I missed her when she was away. Rowoon presses the button to call
the elevator down again. He let his feelings build up for a year before
being ready to confess, if he waits any longer you might start to seriously see
someone. He doesn’t want to end up being just a friend
are nervously drumming the side of his thighs as the elevators doors open and
he gets in. The singer pulls the mask down on his chin and press 12, the
strange feeling in his guts intensifies as the lift starts to move. When he
gets out on the twelfth floor, he mechanically walks to your place even if only
has been there once since you moved. Rowoon barely gets to knock 2 times before
you swing open the door and he bounces back in surprise.
shit. She wouldn’t have answered the door half-naked, right? He gulps. His eyes wander on
your legs before he looks up, avoiding eye-contact.
forms a silent “O” when you register who’s standing at your front door. You
just thought the pre-paid delivery was there and opened it without thinking.
Rowoon’s gaze caresses your legs disappearing under the oversize t-shirt you
threw on. The way he looks at your body longer than necessary makes you blush
and you clear your throat before trying to speak.
you were the chicken!” You laugh to hide your discomfort and stare at him
behind the chaos of your wet locks of hair.
well I-” Rowoon starts. Oh god, I look like a total mess.
Remembering your current state, you panic and interrupt him.
miss me that much? Is that why you’re already visiting me?” You playfully hit
his shoulder, trying to sound has normal as you could, but blabbering nonsense.
“I just got back and took a much-deserved very hot bath.”
WHY? Jeez, you hate yourself. The
words escaped your mouth before you realized. This isn’t the kind of things you
should be saying to your younger male friend. No big deal where you’re from,
but Koreans are a bit more cautious with their choice of words.
know that you just got back. That’s why I’m here.” He frowns. “I mean, the bath
is not why I’m here. I didn’t know about the bath. It’s not something I would
have known about, right? What I mean is… I’m here to see you…not see you in the
bath… But it’s also logical that you would want to wash after the fligh-“ His
ears are bright red and he clearly needs help to finish that speech.
being weird.” You cut him off, ending both of your sufferings “I’m sorry, I’m
not on my more reserved side right now. You want to come in? I’ll behave.”
Raising an eyebrow, you open the door wider. You must admit, you’re really
flattered to be able to make him flustered like that.
Shouldn’t you put something else on?” Pure panic is
perceivable in his voice and he’s staring at his feet seemingly terrified to
look up. Why is he that nervous? He has seen you in your
time you saw him like that was when you covered HyunA at a karaoke and tried to
get him to dance with you. You were so drunk that you kept telling him
repeatedly how hot he was. The next day, Rowoon was so uncomfortable he
couldn’t meet your eyes, so you lied and said you didn’t remember anything.
When you asked to know what you did to embarrass him, he lied too and you both
never talked about it again. Great memory there, Soju-champion. A
faint blush creeps on your cheeks and when you look down at yourself, you
finally get his agitation.
am wearing shorts.” You make that statement in the dullest tone and move to the
side to let him in. He passes you like a ghost, more dead than alive. A million
thoughts run through your head. “Why would you think I’m answering the door
wearing only a t-shirt anyway?” You ask trying to ease the tension of the weird
you just threw something on when you got out of the bath, sorry.” His
expression is still dark, probably because of the embarrassment.
knock on the door you closed seconds ago stops you from reassuring him and you
accept the chicken delivery without further ceremony. When you turn around to
move to the kitchen you are surprise to see the singer is still standing in the
go now and let you eat.” He asserts hastily trying to get around you and leave.
You firmly grab his arms and turn him around. He’s so close you can feel his
breath on your face and goosebumps spread on your arms. Rowoon towers over you,
his dark eyes looking straight into yours for the first time since you opened
are you here?” Your voice falls flat in the tiny space. It sounds more like an
accusation than the invitation to stay longer you intended.
you.” Even if he casually said those words to you before, you feel his whisper
this time is slightly different, needy. He’s still inspecting your
eyes, begging you to answer a question you’re not sure he asked. Rowoon slowly
licks his lips, something you know him to do when he’s edgy. Suddenly, it
proves to be too much and you pull on his arm to bring him closer. Your lips
brush gently against his and you immediately back off keeping your eyes shut.
you too” …But not in a friend kind of way. There goes a year of
self-control, congrats y/n.
find the courage to open your eyes and face him, you are being pushed to the
wall. Rowoon’s lips crash on yours again, this time, fiercely. You gasp in his
mouth, surprised, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He presses his body to
feel you closer and you kiss him back slightly parting your lips. His right
hand is on the wall next to your head while his left hand is getting lost in
the wet mess of your hair.
the bag of chicken on the ground to get a hold of his shoulders and keep him
close. All thoughts about preserving your friendship vanished and you abandon
yourself in his embrace. Rowoon’s tongue begins exploring your mouth, so soft
and warm that you let out a needy moan. The young singer pulls back astonished
and you seize the opportunity to take his black mask and slide his jacket off.
Once they’re next to the chicken on the floor, you grab his neck, closing the
gap between your lips again. It’s not too long before you’re both panting, your
bodies craving each other. Rowoon drops his head, sucking gently where your
neck meets your shoulder.
to my room.” When you lightly push him away, he pouts before obediently
following you to your room. He sits on your bed and looks up in awe as
you take your shorts off. You’re staring at him, only in your panties and
oversize t-shirt, waiting for him to remove his pants.
As soon as
they are free, his hands are on your thighs, caressing them up and down. “I
love your legs.” He deeply groans while his fingers trail up, exploring your
bare skin. “Oh, I know.” You grin and climb on his lap, thinking of
all those times you caught him peeking at your thighs. You tug at the hem of
his t-shirt, urging him to take it off too.
abs are exposed you bite your lower lip and an impressed hiss escapes your
mouth. “God you’re hot.” He smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “Hotter than what
I told you that day at the karaoke.” He pecks your lips again but ends up
chuckling against your cheeks. “I thought it was the soju…” You grab his chin
and look in his dark brown irides.
eyes. Did you forget I knew you as an Idol before? I already had a crush and
bad ideas about you.” You begin to grind your hips against his in rhythm, making
him moan as he firmly holds your ass. Between pants, Rowoon nibbles your neck
and his hands explore your body. He reaches underneath your t-shirt to cup your
breasts and tease your nipples.
ideas, hum?” Your wetness soaks your panties with each grind of his clothed
bulge against you. “Ro-Rowoon…” After a moment, you start to believe you’ll
both come undone like this, but he uses his weight to flip you on the bed.
Rowoon blinks, searching for his breath as you remove your t-shirt and stare
innocently at him.
murmur sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, he starts to kiss his way down on
your body and his fingers gently touch the wetness through your lace panties.
He leaves a last kiss on your right hip before giving you a lustful gaze and tossing
them aside. His thumb slides up and down your opening, spreading your
wetness. You fist the sheets of your bed, trying to hold onto reality. He
inserts a finger inside you, moving it carefully and gauging your reaction.
“Aa-ah, please… Rowoon…” You whine and he adds a finger, feeling a bit more
confident. He moves them back and forth, curling them occasionally to look at
you curve your back, fascinated. He’s panting laboriously, letting
out groans and scattering kisses on your soft skin. The sight of you getting
off on his fingers is making him crazy. “Noona… Hum- Is this for real?”
help but wonder too, the situation seems surreal; the man of your dream is
gently sucking the soft skin of your inner thigh while letting out little
moans. His chest is rising and falling in rhythm, his black hair is a mess and
his lips are swollen and red. Rowoon is kneeling next to your bed,
in-between your legs. “Come here.” Your voice is hoarse and
you sensually gesture him with your finger. He climbs up the bed to meet your
needy lips. “This is real…” The weight of his body is pinning you to the mattress.
It only makes you want him more and you grind your hips against his. Rowoon
grunts in the kiss and drops his head in frustration. “I don’t have protection;
I really didn’t think that we’d-”
okay.” You interrupt and can’t help but giggle when he thanks God and Buddha as
you reach in your bedside table. In no time, Rowoon is fully naked in front of
you, rolling down a condom on his length. Leaning on your elbows, you bite your
lower lip, appreciating the sight. The corner of his mouth curl up in a shy
smile and you notice how red his ears still are. “I can’t believe you’re still
blushing.” His black gaze meets yours.
“What can I
say; you have no idea the effect you have on me.” His cheesiness makes you laugh
and he tries to stop it with his lips while he’s positioning himself on top of
you. He begins to suck on the tip of your tongue, prolonging the embrace until
you’re both searching for air. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds
and you gasp in anticipation but he stops his movements. “Are you sure?” His
voice is almost inaudible and if you were a meter away you wouldn’t have heard
it. You nod and his eyes scan yours for confirmation. What he finds seems to
reassure him because he slowly sinks himself in you, still maintaining eye
seconds of immobility, Rowoon starts to move again at a maddeningly gentle
pace. “Faa-faster” You beg. He obliges and brings his palm behind your right knee
to spread your legs and allow himself deeper. You both cry out when he begins
to move faster and harder. The sounds of moans and skin against skin rapidly
fill the room and you close your eyes, overwhelmed by your senses. Rowoon plants
sloppy kisses on your neckline. You grip his hair and shoulder, his breath and
saliva trailing patterns on your chest.
He lets go
of your leg to drop his body closer to yours and brings his thumb to your
sensitive bud. When it starts to rub little circles, you become even more of a
mess, trembling and clenching your thighs against his legs. His name falls of
your lips like a mantra and he returns it to you with low animal grunts. He
speeds up his pace again, his hips hitting you firmly with each thrust. The
mixture of pain and pleasure begins to make you lose all awareness and your
orgasm builds up in your stomach. You completely reach your high right when
Rowoon cries your name while coming undone. The peak of sensations sends you
over the edge. Spasms take control of your body and you abandon yourself to the
waves of pleasure. Rowoon collapses next to you, breathing loudly while you
both try to regain composure.
moment, he looks at you and caresses your cheek with his index. “Are you okay?”
You turn your head his way, a bit startled. “Why? Aren’t you?!” He just laughs
in response and brings your body closer to his. For a few minutes, you just lay
on his chest, feeling the drowsiness settle upon you both, until your stomach protests
his starvation. The memories of the rest of the night hit you and you start to
worry about what tonight means for your relation. You may have dream of this
ever since you met him at the café, but you were kind of hoping for more than a
you didn’t really tell me why you came here tonight…” You look
up to him, but his eyes are closed.
pauses and then smiles. “To confess.”
how did it go?” Relieved, you chuckle excitedly.
think it went pretty amazing, to be honest!” You both giggle and he lovingly gazes
at you through his eyelashes. Was this always this easy? We should have
done that ages ago. Before any of you can add anything, your stomach
makes a new protest noise and you stand up embarrassed.
guess the chicken is cold now and I have to wash up again. Care to join me in
the shower?” You turn around, ready to sexily wave your hips and make him
follow you to the bathroom, but he grabs your hand.
should warm the chicken and eat first.” Rowoon hesitates and bites his lower
lip a bit embarrassed. “We could get dirty again afterwards, I mean…” He playfully winks at you. “Why wash up? I
want to know all about those bad ideas
you said you had…”
- Lyly. (I live on a twelfth floor and this could be my studio #oops) ;)
okay so i have a request, but i was hoping you could get creative with it... so i wanted a fic where the reader and josh gradually start to get distant because of tour life and everything, and it just shows overtime them getting further and further apart, but then end up happy in the end?? hope this makes sense :)
JOSH DUN FIC
There’s something comforting about an unmade bed. An unorganized pile of crumbled covers and dipped pillows, pulled together so the sleepers’ faces can be very close to each other. Your favorites are all the beds you and Josh slept in. It always took you days to make the sheets up after Josh had left; in some way, seeing the remains of what he had slept in, made it almost feel like he was still there. Maybe just taking a shower, having just gotten up. You inhale his scent from his pillow and runs your hand softly down the blanket. It’s not warm anymore, no one’s slept in it for days now.
The dial tone seems to go on forever until the call is finally picked up.
“Hi babe,” Josh sounds cheerful, and a little louder than normal. “What’s up?”
You can hear loud voices and glasses clinking on the background, mixed with vague hints of a booming bass. “Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice,” you clear your throat. “What are you up to?”
“Going wild on a Friday,” Josh chuckles, “hanging with the guys, we’ll probably head out in a bit. Mark’s running late, just waiting on him.”
You’re looking at your shared closet in the Columbus house, sitting on the floor in the middle of piles of clothes you just don’t seem to be able to take care of. You stare at the clock, trying to calculate what time it was in Amsterdam.
You smile a little, picking at the strings of your hoodie. “Glad you’re having a good time.”
“Would be better if you were here. I think you owe me an explicit run-through of what you’re wearing right now, babe.” The smirk in Josh’s voice is audible.
You chuckle. “The hoodie you got me from the ice cream shop.”
“The one with the cow on the front? Sexy,” Josh mocks. “Isn’t it too warm for that?”
“No, it’s… I’m just sitting on the closet floor and I found this and it smelled like you, so I thought I’d just wear it for a bit.”
“Ugh,” Josh groans, “I wore it like ages ago. It’s probably smells awful, you should just wash it.”
You feel a twinge of embarrassment, “I, I don’t want to wash you off though.”
The background noise quiets down on the other end of the line, and you can hear the sound of a door opening and closing. “Babe, are you ok?”
“Yeah,” you sigh, “just, I don’t know.”
Josh hums comfortingly. “Are you doing anything fun today?”
“Probably just trying to get some homework done, don’t really want to leave the house.”
“Love, do you want me to come home?”
“You can’t really just up and fly across the world,” you say.
“You know I would if I could. I’m sure I can take up flying and ace it in like, max twenty minutes.”
“I’m sure you could,” you smile. You don’t think there’s anything Josh couldn’t do.
You stay silent for a while, listening to each other breathing. It makes you feel better, Josh knows. You guess it’s the same for Josh, too.
“Ok,” you say after a while. “Got my fix. Feeling better. Go and have fun.”
“And what are you going to do?” his voice is very soft.
“I’ll figure something out, maybe I’ll call my mom.”
“That’s more like it.”
“I’ll see you next week.”
“Love you, Josh.”
“Do you ever wonder what it’s like for other people?” Josh muses as he’s flicking through the channels, sitting on the floor between your legs. The two of you are savoring the final hours Josh had at home. He headed out in the morning.
“Wonder what what’s like?” you continue to rub Josh’s neck.
“Like, relationships. Being normal. Me not traveling around all the time.”
You move your hand down a bit, starting to work on the knots on Josh’s shoulder. “Do you?” you ask, avoiding the question.
“I don’t know… Just, don’t you think it’s a bit sad?”
“That only being together once in a while is normal for us.”
“I like the way we are,” you try to smile. “I think we’re good. And the traveling and stuff is just out of our control, I think as a couple we’re pretty normal, probably like better than most, just our situation is a bit…” you can’t figure out a good word.
“Abnormal,” Josh nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Just would be nice sometimes to not be quite so, far I guess.”
“Ooh,” you coo, “you want to hold my hand more, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” Josh laughs as he leans his head back in your lap. “That may be a little true.”
You smile as you cup his face in your hands and bend over to plant a kiss on his lips, “Me too.”
Josh beams. “You want to show me off,” he pokes your thigh, “I’m like a classy trophy wife.”
“Hardly, “ you say laughing, “though you do brush up well when you’re not embarrassing.”
Josh’s wide grin turns into a fake frown impressively quickly. “You think I’m embarrassing?”
“Of course you are, but I gotta hand it to you, even when you’re falling all over the place, no one does it quite as impressively as you do.”
“Compliment accepted,” Josh smiles as he pulls you into another kiss.
Josh sits down slowly, and starts to go through the pictures on your camera. One catches his attention and he shows it to you. “This would be nice to hang on the wall.”
It’s a picture of you two, from last Spring, when you’d gone hiking on a hot day and there was so much pollen in the air. You remember your eyes had been streaming non-stop. You’re pictured from the side, faces turned to each other, you were laughing – your dimple is visible – at something Josh had said. You both look happy and carefree.
You agree. A week later, when Josh is in Los Angeles, you put the wall art on the bedroom wall, opposite your bed.
“Can you put your phone away, please?” you ask irritated when you come to bed. “The light keeps me awake.”
Josh doesn’t say anything, but turns his phone off and puts it on the nightstand.
“You know I don’t like having phones in bed,” you sigh, trying to find a relaxing position.
“I know, sorry.” Josh is sincerely sorry. This isn’t the first time his inability to put his phone down is causing words.
“What were you even doing?”
“Just, looking at things,” Josh turns to his side, his back to you.
“What things?” you ask after a while.
“Just things. It doesn’t matter.”
You scoot closer, caressing your fingers along his lower back. “Hey.”
Josh turns to look over his shoulder, and even in the dark of their bedroom, he can make out your kind eyes looking at him. “Hey,” he whispers back and turns around to face you.
“Don’t look at that stuff, love. You know people are idiots. They don’t know anything.”
“I guess…,”he mumbles.
“No, babe, you know it’s not true. People say awful things and it says more about them than it does about you, or me, us, anything”
“I just-“ Josh sighs and bites his lip. “It’s like everyone is just expecting me to fail. Like they can’t wait for me to fuck up, so they can laugh at me. Like I’m a joke.”
“Babe,” you pull him closer, “they’re idiots. And you’re not a joke. And you won’t fail. You’re brilliant.”
“But what if I’m not,” Josh lets out a shaky breath.
“You’re amazing, Josh, I’ve seen you. You worked fucking hard for the things you’ve done and you wouldn’t have done the things you have if anyone important thought you were shit. Which you absolutely are not.”
Josh smiles and he reaches out to brush some longer strands behind your ear. “I have all the faith in you, too.” He snuggles in closer until he’s pressed against your skin, placing a small kiss on your collar bone. “I love how your skin is always warm.”
The party was a drag. Not only did Josh have to practically drag you the entire way there, but once you arrived, it took all of three minutes for him to wander off. He was off mingling, leaving you in the corner of an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people scattered all around. You caught sight of him once or twice, each time he was getting his ear talked off to by some uppity executive or manager.
You were fuming by the time he finally was ready to leave.
“I don’t get why you’re so upset,” Josh says on your drive back home.
“Just forget it,” you say through gritted teeth, you were not in the mood to discuss.
“I can’t apologize if I don’t know what I even did wrong.”
You continue to stare out the window as the night passed by.
When you were finally curled up in bed, Josh snuggled close, his forehead pressed up against yours.
“I’m sorry I got taken away tonight, I missed you.”
You’ve gotten a chance to cool off and he just seems so sincere, so you nod, indicating your approval.
“Can I kiss you now?”
You lean in and kiss him discreetly, trying to ignore the way he even had to ask.
You have sex that night to try to make up for it all.
But it turns out to be awful.
You’re taking a shower after and you’ve never felt further away from Josh, who’s waiting in bed. You scrub yourself, still prickling uncomfortably from this strange, unfamiliar touch of Josh’s skin. You wrap yourself in your bathrobe before going to the bedroom.
You don’t want to be naked in front of Josh right now.
“I feel like you’re erasing me from your life.”
“I just feel like, I’m not a part of your plans anymore.”
“When have I ever not included you in my plans? When have I ever done anything without checking with you first?”
“But, you keep…”
“No. I’m not pushing you away, it’s you who keeps falling away from me.”
“Doesn’t feel like I have any space by your side anymore.”
“And at this point, it’s like you don’t even want me to try to reach out, you’ve decided that I’m erasing you from my life and that’s it, done and dusted, fucking sorted.”
“It’s not fucking sorted, stop putting words in my mouth.”
“Stop blaming me for things I’m not doing!”
A door bangs shut.
You’re staring at the name on your contact list and realize you actually feel nervous. You haven’t felt nervous about calling Josh since probably the very first call you ever made.
“It’s your Josh,” you mutter to yourself and press the green button.
“Hello,” he picks up, sounding croaky.
“Hi,” you’re happy to find the nervousness leaves your mind at the sound of his voice. “What are you doing on your day off?”
“Still in bed,” he yawns.
You frown and look at the clock, making quick calculations. “Josh, it’s like six at night.”
You can feel the nerves starting to creep back. “You must be hungry.”
“When was the last time you ate? How long have you been sleeping?”
Josh ponders. “I had something yesterday. I think I had some cereal.”
“But what about a proper dinner?”
“Jesus, what is this? You’re not a nurse doing a check-up.”
You try not to get offended. “I just want to make sure you’ve slept and eaten.”
“I have eaten, and I have slept, like, for almost 20 hours, thanks mom,” his voice is snappy. “Was there anything else? Does your form have any more questions that needs answers?”
“Josh.” your voice is quiet, soft, a gentle tug.
Josh sniffs and coughs. “Fine. Sure. I’m great. Everything’s great.”
You exit out of the airline tab on your computer, forgetting all about the overpriced flight you were planning on taking to surprise Josh.
You both still have fun, on some days, of course you do. On days where it’s just you, with nothing to do but spend time together, being carefree, on days when, over a lazy breakfast, Josh asks you if you want to go on an adventure. And you go, drive around aimlessly to a random direction based on chance. You find a hidden little pond in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by thick trees and you go skinny dipping, and then find a sketchy looking café and have take out.
“We should go on a vacation,” you suggest, sitting on the hood of the car.
Josh looks up at you, in a way you can’t quite read. “Vacation?”
“Yeah, like today. Just leave everything for a while.”
“Y/N,” Josh starts slowly and looks down, “that’s not a good idea.”
His eyes meet yours. “Like, going away doesn’t solve anything.”
Your mouth flinches. “Did you not have fun today?”
“I did, of course I did,” Josh chooses his words wisely. “I just don’t think it’d be a good idea. To like, go away and then come back while everything here, in real life, remains the same. I don’t think we should go before it ends.”
“Before what ends?” you can feel your chest tightening, you’re not sure you want to hear the answer.
“This… thing, between us. It’s obvious we have issues.”
You nod, biting your lip. “But, like, we’ll fix it, won’t we? We’ll fix us.”
Josh nudges your shoulder with his. “We will. We’ll fix us so well and then, as a reward, we’ll go for the best holiday ever. To Jamaica or something.” He squeezes your hand.
You squeeze back. “I can work with that.”
“We’ll figure this out, I know we will, we always do.”
The drive back home is quiet, both of you deep in your thoughts, but this time, the silence doesn’t feel so loud.
“What is all of this?” Josh asks as he sees the table set with candles and china.
“Just a surprise,” you smile as you lead him to the kitchen and put a plate of steaming food in front of him.
You feel a little nervous. “Taste it.”
Josh inhales the divine smell of something hearty and rustic, reminding him of something he can’t quite pinpoint.
“This is my grandmother’s recipe,” he says quietly.
“She didn’t… She said it was a secret and no one else had it.”
Their eyes meet and Josh smiles, letting out a wet chuckle. “You did good, love.”
“I think… I think we should really talk now.”
“Look, I’m so sorry about the stuff I said, it was so uncalled for, I was being an asshole.”
You shake your head. “No, me too, I think we both were being… not good.”
“Apologies,” you nod.
“Come sit with me.” Josh says.
You both sit down on the sofa, leaving some space between them but not as much as they could’ve.
“Sometimes… I feel like your tour life is taking more time and energy than it should. And it’s time and energy away from me.”
Josh looks surprised. “Seriously? Really, Y/N?”
You shrug. “It’s… Like it’s just a lot.”
“I know it’s a lot, I’m living it.”
“But I’m living it too, that’s just it.”
“You said you were fine with everything, don’t try to claim I didn’t check every tour, every interview, everything with you. You were totally on board when it all started.”
“I’m allowed to change my mind. I changed my mind. It’s fucking awful and I hate it.”
“How do you want me to fix it then?”
You say nothing.
“You know this isn’t something I can fix. I can’t just stop this all from happening now.”
“I know,” you say.
“Like, I’m on tour now. You changed your mind but it doesn’t have an effect, like sorry you feel like shit but there is literally nothing I can do about it.”
“I said I know! I’m not expecting you to change anything.”
“Well great, that’s helpful,” Josh mutters.
“You heard me,” Josh looks like a pouting child. “You always have things to complain about but no solutions. What do you want me to do? Quit the band? Quit my job?”
“I didn’t say that.”
You stare at each other, neither willing to step back. The air is filled with electricity, almost, and as much as you absolutely hate confrontation, you know this all has to be said. Speaking your mind finally feels like it’s fixing this weird rut you’d fallen into.
“So to recap,” you finally say. “I’m pissed off at you for things I initially agreed to but now don’t like, but things you can’t change, and not because you don’t want to.”
“Seems so,” Josh grits his teeth. “And I’m pissed off at you for changing your mind and offering no helpful solutions.”
“Great,” you nod.
“What a team we make,” he says.
You sigh heavily. “You can say that again.”
“What a team we make.”
“Shut up,” you smirk. “Ok. I hate your stupid fucking tour and some of the people around you are absolute dicks.”
“I hate that you won’t quit school to come on tour with me.”
“So basically we’re angry for each other and not at each other.”
“Does it help if I say, I love you and I want the best for you? I’m sorry.”
Josh nods solemnly, “I’m sorry, too.”
“Maybe we should just have weekly, scheduled fights, where it’s acceptable to call each other twats and judge our life choices and just get it all out in the open.”
“And talk shit about everyone else.”
Josh opens his arms, gesturing for you to come cuddle.
“You’re my life, Y/N. You know I’ll always have your back.”
“You’re my life,” you smile. “I’ll always be here for you, too.”
“I don’t want you to think that, I’m like, not so fucking proud of everything you do. With school and your degree.”
“I know you are.”
“And like, I know you’re proud of the things I do.”
“I am, babe, so proud.”
“I’m your biggest fan. And you’re mine, I know. And I think I probably forget that for a little bit in the middle of everything.”
Josh is picking on the sleeve of your sweater. “I think… We both forgot, for a bit. And, like, stopped talking. I don’t want to ever, ever, feel that disconnection again.”
“Me neither,” Josh kisses the top of your head. “Come on, let’s go connect.”
You feel a bit like crying, maybe. They’d been wrapped around each other for what feels like hours now. It’s deep, it’s slow, it feels like reconnecting from head to toe and mind to heart. The release you finally feel leaves you shivering after.
Later, laying with your foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, Josh is petting your hair, occasionally closing his eyes from the tickling pleasure of your finger tracing his cheekbones, his eyebrows, down his nose, his lips, up his jaw line and down again.
“Thank you for coming back to me,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be so far from you anymore.”
Josh smiles softly.
You set the date for June 3rd, an exact year after Josh gets down on one knee. You chose a lovely place, by a lake – rustic but not too over the top romantic.
It had been a wonderfully, sunny, Tuesday afternoon, such an inconvenient day of the week, but your families were there. Josh had taken your hand before they walked down to the minister, and he hadn’t let go until you were outside, birds chirping in the surrounding trees, doing rounds of hugging their parents and siblings, tissues passed around with delighted laughter and words of happiness.
Instead of a huge reception, you decided on a small get together at home, with plenty of delicious home-made food and never-ending drinks, with everyone staying for the night and no obligations for the following day. There were Chinese lanterns and fairy lights hanging down everywhere.
“This is so perfect.” your eyes met Josh’s. “This is my favorite day, ever, and you’re my favorite person, ever,” you whispered to your husband.
Later in the evening, the sky had suddenly turned menacingly grey and opened with huge, heavy raindrops. Josh’s sisters had been screaming, trying to cover their hairdos and delicate dresses, everyone going for whatever they needed to save quickly and get inside, people bumping into each other and getting drenched.
But you and Josh stayed behind, kissing in the rain, getting soaked together.
~Dean gets a little jealous when the new guy catches your eye~
Dean x Reader, Mr. Ketch, Sam
Warnings: Nothing but fluff, maybe a little Dean Drama
A/N: For @bringmesomepie56 after our convo Thursday night. Not exactly what I said, but this is what came out ;)
“Well, thanks for your help, I guess.”
The Englishman smiled. It seemed friendly, genuine, but it never made it up to his eyes. There was something else in there. Something calculating, secret; something that drew you in despite your suspicions. “You are a lot more gracious than your friends,” he remarked, giving a faint nod towards the Winchesters. They were waiting by the car, uninterested in making any form of small talk with Mr. Ketch, even if he had just stepped in at the last minute to save your asses.
“Yeah, they have trust issues,” you laughed, taking a peek at the boys over your shoulder. Sam was leaning against his door, eyes narrow and observant, making sure you were ok. Dean was behind him, one foot in the driver’s side, his fingers tapping impatiently on the Impala’s hood.
“And you don’t?” His smooth voice brought your attention back to him. The look in his eyes was still a mystery to you.
“Oh, I do, but I can also be easily swayed.” You bit your lip, giving him a flirtatious smirk.
She was sitting with her friends Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty at their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Things were going as normal as much as they could in light of Jason’s murder and their own investigation of it, when Betty had proposed the idea of throwing Jughead a surprise party. However, her outburst was met with the confused expressions of her friends.
“What’s so insane about it?” Betty asked.
“Betty, Jughead is an introverted, introspective, artistic emo kid who hates his birthday. He would probably rather be forced to go see Britney Spears’ Vegas show than have a birthday party.”
“I’m with Y/N on this one, guys, he’ll just want to go to the movies like he does every year,” Archie said.
“But this year is different. It would just be us, his friends,” Betty said.
“And I would kill to start planning a party right around now,” Veronica added.
“And he’ll kill all of us for planning this party,” Y/N said.
Y/N was only slightly surprised that Betty wanted to throw Jughead a party. She was the sweet, bubbly girlfriend that would be a light in his life while Jughead was extremely comfortable being in the dark. She, Archie, and Y/N had known him the longest and were all too familiar with Jughead’s attitude towards his birthday. In fact, Y/N was about to continue arguing with her friends when her phone buzzed in her bag. She picked it up and her mouth went dry.
R: Meet me in the common room now.
Guilt began swelling up inside the seventeen year-old, but there was excitement mixed in it too. She and R never met in the common room before—-the locker room, under the bleachers, and the occasional empty classroom yes, but the common room never. Part of her wanted to hit R for being so stupid as to want to meet her in such a public place and the other part eagerly texted Ok before dropping the phone back in her bag.
“I’ll be right back, guys,” Y/N muttered.
The rest of her friends nodded and didn’t pay any mind as Y/N stood and wandered out of the cafeteria. As she made her way towards the common room, she couldn’t help but check her hair, make sure her makeup was in order, and straighten out her long sleeved white button-down. Her body buzzed with excitement and anxiety when she finally reached the common room. Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting on the couch was a smiling Reggie Mantle.
“Took you long enough,” Reggie teased.
“Shut up. Why did you want to meet here?” Y/N asked. “Anyone could see us.”
“That’s exactly why I picked it.”
Reggie walked over to her slowly and Y/N hated herself for admiring how sexy he looked doing it. His short dark hair fell lightly against his tan forehead, his dark eyes were trained on her, and his football-chiseled muscles strained against the navy t-shirt and fitted jeans he wore with every step. When he finally got in front of her, Y/N pressed herself against the door, wondering why she wasn’t shoving away the person who bullied Jughead or gave the rest of them such a hard time. Then, she remembered their first kiss on the Fourth of July, when this all started. Though she and Betty had been hanging out, Reggie had approached them with the offer of beer. Betty politely rejected his offer while Y/N accepted, confused as to why Reggie was being so nice to them all of a sudden. One became three and three became five, and during the fireworks, she and Reggie had snuck away from Betty and the others to make out. The next day, Y/N had felt so hungover and guilty, but when she tried to avoid Reggie, he wouldn’t let her, and they wound up making out again. Then, it turned into a full on, clandestine fling. There were many times Y/N wanted to break it off, but she could never bring herself to and she didn’t know why.
Y/N’s breath hitched when Reggie reached behind her to lock the door and close the blind in front of the narrow window. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, Y/N kissed back as her eyes fluttered closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Reggie effortlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch and lay her down without breaking the kiss. Y/N ran her hands through his hair, fighting a moan when he bit her lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” Reggie whispered as he began kissing his way from her jaw down to her neck.
Y/N gasped not only because of Reggie’s amazing kissing skills but also because of his comment. Usually, he would call her “hot” or “gorgeous” along with a plethora of much dirtier words, but never did he call her beautiful.
“Reggie,” Y/N whimpered.
One of his hands slid down her body to the end of her shirt and he slid his hand underneath it, feeling the warm skin there. “Is this okay?”
Y/N nodded. Though they had met up countless times, they never went all the way. Y/N knew Reggie was experienced thanks to the playbook she found with Veronica and Betty, but Reggie was the only person she’d ever done anything with. In fact, Y/N was shocked when Reggie didn’t make fun of her when she stopped him the first time he tried to go all the way with her.
“I’m not a complete jerk, Y/N,” he had said.
But it was true. That must’ve been part of the reason why Y/N had continued their secret affair.
Y/N ran a hand through her hair as Reggie climbed back up her to kiss her jaw again. She couldn’t help but imagine her friends’ faces if they caught the two of them together. They would probably be in shock and Jughead would most likely never speak to her again—that was why Y/N usually felt awful when she and Reggie parted ways but would act normal in front of everyone else. However, he had stopped making fun of Jughead as much, but Y/N still felt a bit like a traitor.
“Reggie,” she muttered.
“All you have to say is my name? Really? You usually can’t shut up when you’re around your friends.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and sat up on her elbows to say something, but Reggie silenced her with a kiss. “I hate when you do that,” she said as they pulled away.
“No, you don’t.”
Y/N quickly lost track of time as they continued making out, loving the feeling of Reggie’s large, muscular arms around her waist and their hot embrace when she heard voices outside.
“What was that?” Y/N whispered.
“Probably just some freshmen, don’t worry about it.” Reggie kissed her again, but the voices got louder because they were getting closer.
Y/N panicked and shoved Reggie off of her as she tucked her shirt back into her black cigarette pants. “They’re trying to get in!”
“So what if they do?” Reggie tried to pull her back into him but Y/N pushed him back.
“They’ll tell people and it won’t take long before the whole school is talking about how Reggie Mantle, the head jock, scored with the nerd,” Y/N hissed in a whisper.
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
Then, the voices stopped, meaning that they were gone and Reggie’s words sunk in. Reggie couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t actually want people to find out about them, could he? “If you wanted to keep your reputation, yeah.” Y/N stood. “Why? What were you thinking?”
Reggie hesitated and then Y/N’s mind went to calculating and she quickly put two and two together. “I think we should be open about us.”
“That’s why you wanted to meet in the common room, so that we could get caught. But you still locked the door?”
“To throw you off.” Reggie sighed. “I’m tired of hiding you and sneaking around, Y/N. I want to be public about this.”
“Why could you possibly want that, Reggie? It makes no sense.”
Reggie maintained a straight, serious expression while looking at the y/h/c-ed girl. He never made that face when they were together and slowly, Y/N came to the startling realization. Immediately, she began shaking her head.
“No, you can’t—”
“But I do. I know this wasn’t supposed to be serious or anything, but I really like you, Y/N. I like how you speak up, I like the way you laugh, and whenever someone upsets you, I get upset too and I’m sick of the guys talking about you because they don’t know you’re mine.”
“I’m not seeing anyone else and neither are you.”
“You don’t know that.” Y/N folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to look sassy, but Reggie arched an eyebrow and she sighed. “Okay, you know that one, but it would be insane for us to tell people!”
“For one thing, my friends hate your friends and vice versa. They would kill me if they knew about this.”
“If they would kill you for being with me, then they aren’t real friends.” Reggie got up and stood in front of Y/N. “I like being with you, Y/N, and I know you like me too, even if you can’t admit that to yourself. Let’s just tell people about us.”
Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head and pulled away from Reggie. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
She tore away from Reggie and practically sprinted out of the room. It hurt but didn’t doing the right thing always hurt? Though she did have fun with Reggie, she couldn’t keep her friends disappointed faces out of her head nor could she seem to figure out her mixed up feelings about Reggie. On one hand, he was a stereotypical jock who was about as dumb as a doornail but on the other hand, he was very gentle and kind to her. And it pained her so much to think she had hurt him. Y/N couldn’t possibly…
She cut off her train of thought as she pulled herself together and walked back into the cafeteria. Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and Archie were still talking when she sat down.
“Oh good, you’re back! Archie’s on board with the party now,” Betty said carefully.
Archie shrugged and Y/N pursed her lips.
“What time should I be at your house tonight, Archie?”
The others were surprised at Y/N’s response and they began to plan the party more. However, Y/N knew that she was using this party as an excuse to get incredibly intoxicated and forget about Reggie.
A few hours later, Y/N was flexing her hands—-a nervous tick she developed at the ripe age of five—-in Archie’s foyer. Veronica, Ethel, and Betty had set up the decorations while Kevin and Archie figured out drinks.
“Y/N, quit pacing, everything’s going to be fine,” Archie said.
Y/N paused and narrowed her eyes at Archie. “You don’t know that. Jughead might implode from all of the emotions he’s been repressing for the last seventeen years or have a mental break down. He’ll kill us for agreeing to this.”
“Oh, Y/N, you worry too much. Maybe you should have some of the punch,” Veronica said as she walked in.
Veronica looked as pristine as always in a deep purple A-line dress with black pumps while Y/N felt ridiculous in a pink cropped sweatshirt, black leggings, and black ankle boots.
“What am I even wearing? No one wears a sweatshirt to a party. I should just go.”
“No way.” Veronica put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Y/N, everything’s going to be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“They’re here!” Kevin announced.
“I’ll take that drink now.”
Veronica laughed a little as Kevin and Archie dimmed the lights while everyone else got into position. Then, Betty and Jughead entered to the small surprise party. Y/N closed her eyes as she sipped her first cup of punch. She slowly walked to where the rest of the group was to find a stunned Jughead and a beaming Betty.
“What is this?” Jughead asked.
“A surprise party for you, Juggie,” Betty said.
“Happy birthday, Jughead,” Veronica said, handing Jughead his gift.
Jughead glanced at it before looking up at Archie. “You knew about this?” He glanced at Y/N next. “Both of you?”
“We just wanted to give you the birthday party you never had,” Archie said.
Jughead was interrupted by Betty singing “Happy Birthday” and giving him his birthday cake. He tried to be a good sport as he reluctantly blew out his candles, but it was obvious that he was burning on the inside.
It couldn’t get any worse.
The doorbell rang and Archie answered it. On the other side was none other than Cheryl and the rest of the junior class of Riverdale High.
“We heard there was a party and thought we would stop by,” Cheryl said.
“But you weren’t invited,” Veronica hissed.
“Aw, and we brought a keg and everything.” Cheryl fake pouted before turning to Archie. “What do you say, Archie-kins?”
Archie paused. “Set it up outside.”
And thus began the pandemonium. Loud Top 40 was blasting from the DJ’s speakers while all of us danced or played drinking games. Y/N lost her friends quite quickly but easily spotted a drunken Archie and Veronica in the middle of the living room. She stumbled over to them before she reached Archie, laughing when she accidentally spilled some of her drink on his shoes.
“Sorry, Archie,” Y/N called over the music.
“It’s fine! Wanna dance?”
Y/N nodded as she, Archie, and Veronica danced together. Somehow, Y/N ended up grinding on Archie while twirling Veronica in front of her. Veronica smiled lightly and leaned towards Y/N.
“I didn’t know you could dance!”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me!” Y/N giggled as she pulled Veronica close before casually switching places with her so that she could dance.
Archie didn’t seem to mind as the two of them got really into it, but Y/N casually continued twirling until someone grabbed her. She stumbled for a second before looking up and seeing a concerned Reggie staring at her.
“Reggie? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.
“Cheryl texted everyone about this. Can we talk?” Reggie asked.
Y/N shook her head. “No way, I’m at this party so I can forget about what happened?”
“Why would you want that?” Reggie asked.
“Because I felt bad about what I said.”
Reggie was stunned by Y/N’s confession but when he tried to probe her for more information, the drunk girl simply begged him to dance with her, which he obliged. Reggie spun her around before pulling her close, smiling at the way she was laughing so much. Then, he did the unthinkable and kissed her in front of everyone. Y/N hesitated before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Soon, they were making out in front of everyone and neither of them seemed to care. When they broke apart, Y/N’s forehead was resting against Reggie’s as she panted.
“That was fun,” she said.
“All right, everyone, time for secrets and sins!” Cheryl called over the music.
Y/N opened her mouth to respond to Reggie but got tugged away by Veronica and was forced to sit with her and Archie in the living room. Cheryl and Chuck looked much too confident for Y/N’s comfort, plus, she hadn’t realized that she had just made out with Reggie in front of everyone.
“What was that with you and Reggie?” Veronica asked.
“What?” Y/N asked.
“Okay, guys, you know the rules, it’s like truth or dare but you confess something. Ronnie,” Cheryl said cheerfully, “why don’t you go first?”
“I don’t want to play this stupid game, Cheryl,” Veronica said.
“Aw, come on, Ronnie, you’re sucking the fun out of it,” Chuck said.
Veronica glared at Chuck and Y/N shifted in her seat as she glanced at Reggie, who was sitting across the room from her. She felt bad as Reggie continued staring at the tips of his shoes.
“I’ll play.” Reggie looked at Y/N before looking at Cheryl. “Over the summer, I met this beautiful girl—-amazing hair, body, face—-and she was way out of my league, but I still went after her. We started sneaking around because her friends don’t like me and I was fine with that, but now, I’m tired of hiding it because I’m in love with her even though she’s smarter than me and could have any guy she wants and her friends hate me, but I don’t care.”
Y/N shook in her seat both from holding back tears and from nerves do to his confession. Foolishly, she wondered for a moment if Reggie could have been speaking about anyone besides her.
“And who is this amazing girl that’s got our Reggie Mantle head over heels in love?” Cheryl asked.
Reggie looked at Y/N. “She knows who she is.”
Chuck glanced between the two and laughed. “Y/N Y/L/N? Really, Reggie?”
“Shut up, Chuck,” Jughead snapped.
“Why should I? The Riverdale jock has been sneaking around with this nerd.” Chuck stared Y/N down and Veronica protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Maybe I should’ve taken you out.”
“Back off, Chuck,” Reggie spat.
Y/N suddenly felt nauseous and she whispered so to Veronica as she stood. Veronica stood with her and glared at Chuck, but Cheryl blocked their path.
“You don’t get to leave until everyone has a turn,” Cheryl said.
“You won’t care about turns when my friend vomits all over your Gucci boots,” Veronica shot back.
“But Y/N hasn’t told us how she feels about Reggie. Do you love him or were you just using him?”
Y/N glanced at Reggie, tears welling up in her eyes even more. Her drunken mind was far too jumbled up to create words, but her heart ache spoke enough for her. She could only imagine how hurt he was as Veronica led her out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. There, she emptied her stomach’s contents before resting her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet. When she was done, Veronica helped her lean back and clean up. Then, Y/N burst into tears, disgusting, hiccuping tears. Veronica knelt to her level and tried to console her.
“What’s wrong?” Veronica said.
“I…I hurt him, s…so b-b-badly,” Y/N managed to say between sobs. “H-he t-t-told m-m-me th-that he w-w-wanted t-to be open ab-about u-u-us but I d-d-didn’t want to.”
“Why not?” Veronica asked.
“B-because a-all o-of you h-h-hate him a-and I f-fell for him! I-I didn’t want t-to lose any of you.”
Y/N expected Veronica to treat her coldly, say something classy but snarky, or quietly berate her. Much to her surprise, Veronica hugged her and rubbed her back.
“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Veronica said.
“Wh-what?” Y/N asked as she calmed down.
Veronica pulled away, smiling. “Sure, Reggie isn’t on the best terms with everyone, but you’re my friend and I care about you so if he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”
Y/N sniffed. “Thanks, Veronica.”
“Anytime. Now, let’s get you cleaned up before we get back outside.”
Y/N nodded and let Veronica help her clean up. By the time they got back outside, the party had dissolved with only Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie standing near the front door.
“What happened?” Veronica asked.
“Chuck took things a little too far,” Betty said.
Jughead looked up at the two, specifically at Y/N. “Is it true that you’ve been sneaking around with Reggie?”
“Yes,” Y/N whispered.
“And you never told us?” Betty added.
“No, but what was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, guys, I just finished making out with the guy you all hate and I actually love him too’,” Y/N replied.
That stunned her friends.
“You love him?” Archie finally asked.
“Yes, I may be a little drunk right now, but I love Reggie Mantle. He’s big, strong, funny, and respectful and I don’t care what any of you think.”
Archie was the first one to hug Y/N. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. But if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”
“And I’ll help him,” Veronica added.
“We all will,” Betty said.
Y/N frowned. “So, none of you care?”
“If he makes you happy, then I’m fine with it,” Betty said.
“And it might take a while for me to warm up to it but I’ll still support you,” Jughead said.
Y/N couldn’t believe it—-her friends actually supported her relationship with Reggie. She and Reggie could’ve been public sooner and they wouldn’t have had to hide in the first place, really.
“Is he still around?” Y/N asked.
“He’s outside, he was worried about you,” Jughead said.
Y/N took a deep breath before walking outside of Archie’s house. Reggie was sitting on the first step of the porch, his back facing her. For once, she felt calm around Reggie as she walked over to him and sat down. He glanced over when he saw her.
“You feel better?” Reggie asked.
“Yeah, a lot better.”
“Look, I’m sorry about what I said during that game—actually, I’m not because I love you and I want everyone to know and if your friends don’t like it, screw them because—”
Y/N cut him off with a sweet kiss before pulling away. “I love you too, Reggie, and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was too afraid of what my friends would think and they didn’t care at all, as long as I was happy with you.”
“And are you?”
“I think so.”
Reggie kissed her, making Betty, Veronica, and Kevin feel gushy while Jughead and Archie simply sighed in acceptance. All they knew was if Reggie hurt her in anyway, he would regret it.
Little idea inspired
by Brendon’s story about falling off his skateboard. Full credit to whoever this photo was posted by orginally <3 <3 dedicated to the amazing @lacyandbeebourie becayse I love her <3
I’m sorry it’s so long XD
Word count - 5781
A Couple Puffs Then We’re Done
I padded through the
college into my lecture, I was about 20 minutes early so I wasn’t expecting
anyone to be there yet. I winced at the stinging sensation on my leg under my
jeans, why I had thought skinny jeans were a good idea after bailing off my
board yesterday was beyond me, but it was me after all. To my surprise the
lecture room wasn’t a ghostland and as luck would have it there were even some
of my friends, I glanced over at Brendon, Ryan and Spencer sitting a little
away from my friends, no doubt Ryan had followed Sophia here. Brendon smiled at
me, we didn’t talk huge amounts but we had worked together on projects a few
times, nevertheless he was still super hot, tattoos covering his left forearm
and always wearing a tshirt with skinny jeans, almost black hair lazily flicked
to one side with his hand. He was in a band and played a ton of instruments AND
sang which just made him hotter quite honestly. I walked through to my friends
and threw myself into a chair, groaning out when I scraped the raw skin on my
“AH fuck!” I yelped
slightly, my hands flying to my right thigh.
“Jesus what happened
to you?” Sophia asked, turning her head to face me.
“I had a total wipe
out on my board yesterday.” I laughed at my own stupidity, it was even doing a
trick, literally doing an ollie down a step.
“Isn’t that in the
sea?” Lola asked in typical airhead fashion.
“Skateboard Lo.” I
Sophia asked, laughing with me.
“I tried to ollie
down a step and just failed miserable, I fell straight on my ass and it fucking
hurt.” I laughed, never the one to hold back when explaining things.
“You’re an idiot.”
She teased, giggling along with me, I heard the boys chatting behind us.
“You know I did
pretty much the exact same thing last summer.” Brendon’s smooth voice rang out,
I snapped my head around, he was grinning slightly.
“Really? I didn’t
even know you board.” I turned to face him, that distinctive half smile, that I
wish I didn’t love so much, was plastered all over his face.
“Yeah! I was skating
across the road and tried to ollie up the sidewalk and just went flying
forward, scraped my whole side up, I think I got a picture somewhere.” He shook
his head as he told the story, his smile beaming at me, god he was too hot, one
hand slipping up to run through his impossibly dark hair. “What board do you
“I got a Diamond
Supply custom.” I grinned, picturing my gorgeous skateboard sitting in my dorm
“Nice! Mines an Alien
Workshop. It’s beat up as fuck I need a new one. How did you get your hands on
a custom aren’t they way expensive?”
“I got it for my 18th
from my dad. It’s getting pretty beat up already.”
“I’ve literally never
seen a Diamond Supply custom in person.”
“Oh my God, mine is
gorgeous! I…” I hesitated for a split second, rethinking my plan to fuck with a
guy with so much of a reputation. “I mean, I can show you mine, you can fuck
about with it tomorrow or something.”
it’s a date!” He chimed, grinning the biggest smile ever at me, the girls
giggled a little. “Although… please expect me to be bugging you about this like
tomorrow, because I really like those boards.” We sat and nattered a little
more about skating and different boards before our professor came in and we had
to be quiet. The rest of the class I kept feeling Brendon’s eyes on me, turning
occasionally to see his head snap away, turning to face the front again, his
focus on his notebook was adorable, lip pulled between his teeth and brows
scrunching up occasionally. I wasn’t paying attention much. As we finished I
shoved my books back in my bag, standing and trailing after the girls, we were
about to head to get some food when a voice disturbed us.
“Hey Y/N!” Brendon
yelled, running up to me, the girls were giggling already, I turned to face
him, returning the smile he shot at me.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Well… umm seeing as
we don’t have many of the same classes and might not see each other til’ next
week, I was gonna ask if umm… well… could I have your number?” He stuttered
slightly, grinning nonetheless, I heard whispering from behind me but opted to
“Yeah sure, pass your
phone.” He did so without hesitation, thrusting his phone into my hands. “It's…
umm it’s locked.”
“Oh shit yeah…” He
leaned in. “8274” He whispered, I raised an eyebrow, tapping in the digits, his
“You didn’t have to
tell me. You literally could have done it yourself.”
“eh… I don’t mind you
knowing my password. Don’t tell anyone though. Private stuff.” He said, his
tone teasing and did he just wink at me? I tapped my number into his phone and
called myself so I knew his too, he took his phone back triumphantly, grinning.
“Thanks… I’ll text you later, maybe we can plan something.” He grinned, pulling
me into a quick hug before sauntering away.
Sophia giggled along with Lola, both of them staring.
“Oh shut up.”
It was late afternoon
when my phone buzzed for the first time, the name Brendon popping up on screen.
I smiled at the
awkward as hell message, typing one back, hesitating before I pressed send, the
following conversation was actually pretty cute… I think.
Me: Hey, couldn’t wait to speak to me
It took precisely 30
seconds for it to buzz again.
Brendon: I was actually here to ask for nudes,
why else would I want your number? :D
I laughed at his
response, typing my own one out.
Me: Creeeeeep. That line work for you
Brendon: Oh don’t flatter yourself. I meant of
your board ;) *nervous laughter*
Brendon: That a no?
Me: Shut up!
Brendon: Gotta run, band practise. Talk later?
Me: I’m free all night :)
Brendon: OK… text you later :*
I looked back to my
laptop when the phone buzzed again.
Brendon: By the way, add me on Snapchat :*
Did he send me a
kiss? I added him anyway, he didn’t accept right away but I knew he was with
the band so I didn’t sweat it. I kept working on my music theory stuff, a
notebook to the side of me as I jotted things down. I spent a good couple of
hours working before I was disturbed by the girls coming busting in the room,
all dressed up and ready to go out, there was a party but I really wasn’t sure
if I wanted to go.
“Hey studious Sally,
coming out?” Sophia asked, giggling as she tugged at her dress, she looked
pretty but so typically girly.
“I should work
really. Plus it’s not really my scene.” I tried to talk her into leaving me
alone, but it failed.
“Oh come on, Ryan and
Spencer will be there.” Lola squealed, the both had a thing with those two.
“And that benefits me
how?” I asked, turning back to my notebook and finishing off my sentence.
“Because Brendon will
be with them.” Sophia teased me, I shook my head. “Oh come on! It’s just one
night to have some fun!” I knew she would keep going on if I didn’t agree so I
“OK fine! Give me
half hour to yet ready.” They giggled excitedly, hopping around like 5 year
olds. “And don’t even try to get me to wear a dress.” They left me be finally,
leaving to go do whatever other useless pre party rituals they wanted. I stood
in front of my mirror, my hair had been plaited all day so I opted for the easy
option of taking it out, leaving it wavy around my shoulders, I put some smokey
eyeshadow on and mascara and my favourite dark red lipstick, satisfied with my
head I decided to go look through my wardrobe. I opted for black, ripped skinny
jeans and a cropped tank top, throwing on my beat up old converse and my
sweater over the top, it was a nice sweater so I was sure I could get away with
it. I actually felt like I looked pretty cute so decided to show off a little,
opening Snapchat on my phone, I lifted the phone up a little to show the whole
outfit, smiling into the camera, writing “Being forced to go out XD” under it.
I posted it on my story and within a few minutes I got a text from Brendon
Brendon: What party are you being forced to go
Me: I don’t even know who’s party is it… I
got nagged into it.
Brendon: Well as luck would have it I’m also
being forced to go to a party :P
Me: Might not even be the same one…
Brendon: I hope it is ;)
I decided to leave it
at that, I didn’t want to make myself seen desperate or needy, play it cool
Y/N, play it cool. Funnily enough I got another message from him, this time on
Snapchat, he was wearing a dark shirt and snapback, a smile plastered across
his face. “Nice outfit though…” it read. I smirked slightly at the snap, did he
just say I looked good? I started to get an all too familiar feeling of anxiety
that I was reading this whole situation wrong, I mean he had a reputation as a
bit of a womaniser and I was starting to worry I was just his next quest. I
tried to swallow down my nervous feelings and finish getting ready, skipping
the jacket because I knew how warm it was tonight. The girls came bursting back
through the door, both eyeing me.
“Ok not gonna lie,
you might not be wearing a dress but you look hot!” Lola giggled, looking me up
“Agreed, and your
makeup is smoking.” Sophie added on the end, they both had their purses and
were ready to go.
“Jesus do I have
girlfriends or pervy guy friends here?!” I grabbed my back, slinging it over my
shoulder. “Can we get this damn party over with?” With that I was dragged away,
lead to some frat house on campus, jesus this would be annoying.
The party was a
typical college party, tonnes of drunk jocks trying to get into the sorority
girls pants, it was times like this when I regretted being such a quiet person
in college, at least if I spoke to more people I wouldn’t be such a loner at
parties. Some drooling jock came stumbling over to me, leaning his arm on the
wall above me, he stunk of beer and cologne, not a good combination.
“You’re that skater
girl, into all the metal music and weird shit right?” He slurred out, his
breath was disgusting and made me feel pretty nauseous actually.
“Umm yeah I guess.” I
sighed, taking a sip of my drink, he was wearing the college football team
jersey, why you would wear it to a party I don’t know.
“It’s pretty hot, all
that emo shit.” He slurred again, wow this was probably the most offensive pick
up I’d ever experienced.
“Oh really, well the
dumb jock look isn’t, so go find some other girl to hit on.” I snapped
slightly, slipping out from under his arm and heading away, to my surprise,
Brendon was standing in front of me, head tilted to the side with a broad
smile, he looked so good tonight, his jeans fitted him in the best way and his
dark tshirt sitting under a black leather jacket, I noticed the absence of the
“Lose your hat?” I
asked, folding my arms over my chest.
“Eh, it didn’t go
with the jacket.” He shrugged, eyes moving to the jock that had been speaking
to me 30 seconds ago. “You look about as happy to be here as me.”
“Just got told that
‘all the emo shit’ is pretty hot by some drooling chimp.” I giggled slightly,
Brendon gently pulled me to the side to someone could get past me, the small
contact felt nice. “So all in all a pretty good night.” He scoffed with
“Ah damn, I knew
jocks were your type.” He leant on a table next to us, flicking his hair from
his face effortlessly.
“Oh please, there’s
only about 20 brain cells on that whole team and 10 of them are in the
captain.” I sassed, putting the empty cup in my hand down.
“Ouch, I felt that
burn from here, you want another drink?” He smiled sweetly, his eyes seeming to
cost up and down me.
“Nah its cool, I
wasn’t planning to stay much longer anyway.” I shook my head, returning the
smile he gave me, with that Lola and Sophia come over, hanging off of Spencer
and Ryan’s arms respectively. Music began blaring and I couldn’t hear myself
think, I heard Lola shouting at Brendon and I to come and dance, as much as I
tried to avoid it even Brendon was trying to convince me.
“Ah come on… just a
few songs?” He pouted at me, smiling brightly when I relented and allowed
myself to be lead onto the dancefloor. We all danced together, singing along to
the music, it was fun for about 20 minutes then the novelty of dancing with the
guy I liked had worn off. Brendon pulled me close as them music played and I
felt my heart beginning to race, pounding in my chest as his lips leant close
to my ear.
“Wanna blow this
place? I’m bored outta my mind!” He yelled over the music, I nodded, letting
him lead me out the party. “Don’t you need to let your friends know where
“Nah, they’re too
busy with Spencer and Ryan, I’ll text them.” I shook my head, Brendon and I
walked aimlessly for a while before he spoke.
“Wanna go pick up our
boards? I got some weed at mine we could have a smoke and skate?” He smiled, I
wasn’t sure what to say.
“Smoke weed on
campus?” I heard the shock in my own voice, cringing a little.
“Calm down goody two
shoes, my place is off campus, we could pick up your board then walk to mine,
then maybe we could go for a skate?” He smiled sweetly, the idea sounded
amazing, it wasn’t so late and the sun was going to set soon, it was warm and
breezy so I wouldn’t get too hot.
“You know… that
sounds like an awesome idea.” I smiled, we walked to mine, Brendon spent about
ten minutes in my room just gushing over my skateboard before I finally managed
to drag him out to go to his place. He walked and I used my board, even though
I let him have a few turns on it, we headed over to his place, he let me in and
lead me to his bedroom.
“Want me to roll a
few blunts before we go? So we don’t have to keep coming back or rolling while
we’re out?” He sat down, pulling out a small box with all of his stuff in.
“It’s ok, I’ll only
have a little. Don’t wanna steal all your weed.” I tried to argue but he shook
“Don’t be silly, I’ll
roll and few and you can smoke as much as you want.” He did as he said, rolling
a few blunts and putting them in a small silver tin, throwing that in the
pocket of his leather jacket, he lead me outside, grabbing his own board as we
left, he grabbed keys and his wallet. “It sucks that that you know how to
skate.” He grinned at me, I tilted my head to the side, confused by the
“What… why?” I was
totally puzzled by it.
you how to skate would have been a really good way to get close to you.” He
flashed a cheesy grin, both of us cracking up into giggles, after he giggled be
pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes flitting up and down over me
“Well looks like
you’ll have to be more inventive then.” I challenged, still wasn’t sure about
this but I was all up for having fun tonight.
“Well aren’t you
lucky I like a challenge.”
As we were skating
around near his place we took the odd video of each other, I posted a few of
Brendon skating on snapchat as well as a few selfies, he took a few videos of
us both smoking and skating, playing some music off of my phone. Time
completely flew by, the sun was setting fast and we were both pretty stoned
skating around, laughing and joking on his snapchat and my own. I stopped and
slid my sweater off, feeling the heat bubbling on my skin from skating,
throwing it on the grass I was left in my cropped tank top, strappy and sitting
just above my naval. I felt Brendon’s eyes on me, flitting up and down my body
slowly, it was actually kind of hot feeling like he might actually be attracted
to me. His jacket was already on the ground, he stopped, running a hand
casually through his hair, flopping on the ground to light a blunt. I sat next to
him, glad to be taking a breather for a minute, flopping back on the grass,
smoking a little before he headed up to skate some more, smiling at me as he
messed around. While he was skating again I looked at his Snapchat, he had
taken several videos and pictures and posted them, one was of us both boarding,
one picture of us sitting smoking a joint. I looked at the next video and it
was me skating with the words “she’s perfect” and a heart sticker on it, I felt
myself blush a little, the next picture was us on the grass with “beats a party
anyday” written on it. The last few pictures and videos on his story were what
got me. One was a picture of me, sweater off midway through an ollie, it was a
pretty good picture actually but it was the caption that got me. “Lucky to be
with her tonight” and more hearts followed, the final video was us skating and
laughing. “A night well spent.” I was blushing so hard by the end of the story,
he came skating over, plopping back down next to me on the grass. I took out my
phone, holding it out in front of us and pressing a kiss to his cheek, snapping
the picture, captioning it “He’s adorable” I plastered the end of it with
“So tell me more
about yourself Urie.” I teased as we lay in the grass, taking an pull of the blunt
he had given me.
“There’s not much to
know.” He smiled, looking up at the sky.
“Liar… there’s tonnes
to know, you just don’t trust anyone enough to tell them.” I smiled and got one
back, his eyebrows arched slightly at me.
“Wow… beautiful and
intelligent, have I fallen on my feet here?” He flashed another gorgeous smile
and I giggled, feeling myself flushing pink, he took a pull on his own joint.
“Oh stop teasing and
open up will ya?” I laughed, even though I actually wanted him to, he knew
tonnes about me.
“Well, what do ya
want to know?”
“Anything you want to
“Well… I’m from
Vegas, a small town called Summerville, I used to be Mormon, I’m an Aries, I
love music more than anything, I play drums, piano, guitar, bass and I sing and
mix music for the band too.” He smiled, touching my cheek, I felt my head lean
into his touch. “How’s that?”
“Umm good…” I smiled,
trying to think of things to keep the conversation going. “So… how did you find
moving to college?”
“You know it was
pretty easy, I moved out when I was 17 so it wasn’t really any different for
me.” I stared at him in shock, I had no idea about any of this.
“What do you mean you
moved out at 17?” I asked, interested but trying not to pry.
“Well, when I told my
parents I didn’t believe in god, things got pretty sucky for a while, a lot of
arguments, so I moved out.”
“But how did you
“I worked in a
smoothie shop while I was in high school, I only had like 2 lessons a day and
would be out by half 10 so I used to work like 8 hours.”
“You must have been
exhausted most of the time.”
“Well yeah, but it
was worth it, I got into college AND I the band is doing great.” He smiled
sweetly, both of us were probably just high and talking shit but it was nice
“Yeah, we have a
meeting with Pete Wentz next month!” He gushed, turning to face me. We
continued to talk, getting to know small things about each other that maybe we
wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for tonight, how his favourite colour is red
and he loves Frank Sinatra, and his hopes and dreams for the band. It felt
surreal, yet it was such an intimate conversation, laying and smoking on the
grass, I told him about my family and how I wish they’d support my interests a
little more, he asked me endless questions about my interests and told me all
about his family and his life. All of a sudden I felt like I could tell him
anything, like he was the most trustworthy person in my life. “You… you don’t
have to keep telling me stuff just because I asked.” I smiled, I felt his hand
touch mine, holding it gently, his smile equally as sweet as he looked at me.
“I’m telling you
because I want to. Not because you made me.” He gently stroked my fingers,
shifting a little closer to me, he blew the last draw of his blunt out,
throwing it away, we went silent, looking at each other, before I could say
another word he kissed me, slow and gentle, fingers lacing in with mine, hand
pulling me in by the waist. His lips began to move against mine in slow,
methodical movements, tongue brushing my lip gently, I eagerly parted my lips
allowing his tongue to move against my own. His hand tangled into my hair,
pulling my body close, I whimpered against him, he was such a good kisser, it
was making my mind turn to mush, I found myself gripping onto his arms and
moaning like a 15 having their first kiss. He pulled back, gasping slightly,
his eyes fiery and black, breathing heavy as his arms held me clothes.
“My place?” He
mumbled, biting his lip as he pressed another kiss to my lips.
“Yes…” I whimpered,
feeling him act quickly, he stood and yanked me up, grabbing our stuff before
we both skated home, he kept hold of my hand and somehow we managed not to fall
off our boards, getting in we both threw them down near the door, he kicked his
shoes off and I followed suit, following him up to his room.
Once in his room he moved
over to his dresser, taking his shirt off and throwing it on his computer
chair, he turned back to me.
“C’mere gorgeous.” He
purred, pulling me against him, his lips pressing softly against my own, his
hands sliding onto my waist, touching the skin left bare by my cropped top, his
fingers curled on the hem pulling it up over my head, throwing it to the
ground. “God you’re so sexy.” He practically moaned out, biting his lip at me,
handing gliding over my stomach and back, fingertips stroking my skin, I heard
myself moan out softly, allowing my own nervous hands to move onto his chest.
He closed his eyes as my hands stroked his skin, his lips crashed down on mine,
gripping me tightly against his body, the burning skin of his chest pressing
against my own flushed pink flesh. He began to guide me over to the bed,
working at the button on my jeans.
“They’ll be home
soon.” I whispered, Brendon smirked, biting his lip.
“I know… good I got a
lock right.” He winked, sauntering over to his bedroom door and pressing the
lock in. “Now… lie down.” He teased, his voice low and husky, hands winding
around my waist as he lowered me onto his bed, lips moving onto my neck,
pressing light kisses all over the sensitive skin, I felt his teeth grazing my
flesh, I whimpered as my back arched towards him. He unzipped my jeans, yanking
them down my legs and tossing them to the side, unhooking my bra too, his lips
moved down to my chest, kissing all over my breasts, tongue swirling against
the skin, I whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder blades desperately.
“Brendon…” I gasped,
writhing, his hand slid into my panties as his lips worked my flesh, biting
down again, his fingers circling on my clit, he groaned as I unbuckled his belt
and unzipped his jeans, they were left undone. He withdrew his hand from my
panties, much to my annoyance, he kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his
boxers on top of me, hand back in my panties, touching my clit again, sending
shudders of pleasure through me, I felt him hard against my leg, grinding into
“Fuck Y/N…” He
growled slightly, his breathing rapid and desperate.
“Come on…” I panted
desperately, I needed more and he knew it, he groaned and nodded at me, pulling
my panties down tossing them somewhere, he wriggled out of his boxers, I felt
his bare skin against me, the heat coming from both of us was unbearable, I
pressed my hips up towards him, desperate for more contact.
impatient.” He said biting his lip at me, the way he looked at me was driving
me crazy, his lip pulled sexily between his teeth, hips grinding down against
me, I whimpered again, his hand slipped in between us, he rubbed his cock
against me. “So wet.” He growled out, his hips rocking slowly.
“Please Bren…” I
whimpered, gripping onto him, he chuckled low in his throat, my hips rocked
against his, he groaned out again. “Come on… I need you.” I whimpered, hearing
my own voice breathy and desperate.
“Fuck this.” He
growled, his hips snapped sharply against me, pushing into me hard, I gasped
out, his hips began to snap against me, jolting me up on the bed, his hand
gripping the sheets hard, pulling them next to my head. I heard myself moaning
and whimpering on the bed under him as his body moved above me, face screwed up
in pleasure, his own panting and moaning turning me on even more, I knew how
much he was enjoying this, it made it better for me. He growled slightly,
leaning up almost upright as his hips slammed into me, the low rumbling sound
coming from in his chest driving me insane, I felt him hitting that perfect spot
over and over again. It played in the back of my mind that the reason he was so
good at this was because of his reputation and how much he’d done it before,
but the though was quickly stamped out by the mind numbing pleasure he was
giving me. He just grunted and groaned above me, throwing his head back in
pleasure, his sexy, tattooed arm coming up to my neck, hand wrapping gently
around my throat, holding it in his fingers, squeezing ever so slightly when I moaned
out. He looked at me with a new intensity, his eyes burning, like he couldn’t get
enough of me, it made me feel so sexy, like no one had made him feel like this
My brain began to fog
over as an unfamiliar tightening in my stomach began to build up, I had
literally only been able to cum before if it was me doing it, so the fact that
Brendon had almost nailed it first time drove me crazy. His hand remained
around my throat, the other gripping the sheets next to me, I hadn’t really
tried rougher sex but it was so hot I couldn’t care less if it was new to me.
He released my throat, instead opting to grip onto my wrists, pinning them up
above my head as his mouth moved to my neck, biting down harder than before, I felt
the slight suction on the skin, knowing he’d leave a dark red mark there.
“Fuck Brendon.” I
gasped out, the pain was amazing, along with the pleasure of his hips slamming
into me over and over, his pace was relentless, it was like it didn’t faze him
at all. He smirked down, letting out another impossibly sexy moan, using only
one hand to pin my wrists, the other now gripping tightly onto my hip.
“Ugh Y/N… you feel so
fucking tight.” He growled out, low and husky, the tone sent shivers down my
spine, I felt the slight sting of his fingers, gripping my hip possessively, I could
already tell he wasn’t the type for sharing, the way his body loomed over mine,
hands gripping me. His dark hair began to cling to his sweaty forehead, his
head thrown back, mouth falling open as he grunted with each thrust, the bed
beginning to slam against the wall loudly.
“I… I’m c-close.” I
gasped, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening more, like I was about to
snap, my mind growing hazy, all I could think of was his name and his body and
the way he made me feel, nothing else mattered at that moment. He seemed to
gain a second wind hearing me say that, his hips slamming into me with new
found ferocity, growling and groaning over the top of me, released my wrists
which instantly flew up to his back, gripping it tightly, I felt my nails
raking down his flesh which only seemed to drive him even more crazy. He hooked
my leg under his arm, allowing him deeper, his free hand tangled in my air,
gripping a fistful and pulling it lightly, forcing my back to arch against him,
he used to opportunity to attack my neck again, biting and sucking all over. “B-bren,
I… can’t hold on much longer.” I whimpered desperately, the stings and aches of
pain he was giving me drove me insane, a perfect contrast to how amazing I felt
“Me too baby… I wanna
feel you cum on my cock.” He snarled, pulling my hair again sharply, I felt his
thrusts growing sloppier and harder, he leant down close to my ear, biting just
underneath it. “Cum for me.” He groaned, I came undone at his words, cumming
hard around him, feeling myself tightening around him, gripping his back tight,
he kept his tight grip on my body, his head bowed into the crook of my neck.
“Brendon!” I yelled
out, loud and desperate, I was so glad they hadn’t come back yet, my body felt
like it was fluttering, shaking and weak, suddenly he gave one last burst of
hard thrusts before slowing.
“Oh fuck Y/N.” He
tensed right up above me, throwing his head back, mouth open as he throbbed,
hitting his peak just after me, groaned out, his own breath shaky and staggered
in my ear.
He flopped down next
to me, breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin as he leant back.
“Wow…” He panted
slightly, taking a swig of the drink next to his bed. “That was amazing.”
“I know…” I gasped
out, suddenly feeling that anxiety about it coming back. “Just so you know, I’m
really not the type to do this.” I mumbled, he laughed in a low breathy tone.
“Stop thinking I’m
judging you for any of this.” He smiled, pulling me a little closer to him, his
million dollar smile beaming at me.
“I just… I don’t want
to give you the wrong idea about me.” I sighed, allowing myself to be pulled
closer to the dark haired boy.
“Well you know… I was
kinda hoping that this could happen more often?” He smiled, he brushed my hair
out of my face, sweat causing it to stick slightly, I raised an eyebrow,
panicking that all my worries had just been confirmed. “No! I don’t just mean
that, I mean tonight, me and you.”
“Me and you?” I
asked, tilting my head to the side as he lay next to me slightly breathless.
“You know, getting
stoned and skating just the two of us, having lunch together all the time,
holding hands, cuddling and watching movies. You know, all that stuff that
makes single people cringe.” He smiled sincerely, cuddling up to me.
“But… why… I’m hardly
your usual type.” I tried to hide the concern in my voice, he kissed my
forehead gently, pulling me close to him on the bed.
“Listen… if you think
you’re not damn perfect then you’re stupid. You skate, you’re beautiful,
intelligent, witty, you love music and you smoke, and you’re happy to just
chill. I’ve liked you for ages but tonight I finally got the chance to really
speak to you and get to know you, and you’re every bit as amazing as I thought,
more even.” I blushed bright red, feeling him pull the covers over us, nuzzling
his face into my hair.
“I really like you
Bren… I’m just scared.” I mumbled into his chest, us snuggling up together in
bed felt great.
“I know… but I swear,
I won’t hurt you, I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t fuck up something so amazing. I
really like you too.” He smiled, we heard Ryan and Sophia giggling downstairs,
they’d just come in, Brendon chuckled. “We should probably try to get to sleep
before they start making noise.”
“Ok…” I mumbled
again, nuzzling into his chest. “Night Brendon.”
If you follow me, or have seen my posts, you know I am super Richonne affiliated. Why? I just love them. Not only do I love the characters, but the actors who portray the ship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, do so perfectly.
But why do I just love them? It’s more than the trope of, “I am a dark skinned woman, thus I love this pairing because of that.” I love this pairing because of it’s bravery. Even in this modern world, others still can’t get over the fact that the most popular love interest for a white male lead CAN BE a dark skinned woman. It is not a crime. We need some loving too. Diversity, Inclusion, Representation: I’m all here for it.
Now this actress, Danai Gurira, is intelligent. Highly intelligent. How she handles criticism of this role, and let’s face it, the extreme hate she receives because of it, astounds me(I have never even seen a single retort back to the hate). She is nothing but a class act. I respect her because she understands how important it is to see a WOMAN who is beautiful, strong, complex, but knows she does not fit the standard acceptance of beauty.(She is super beautiful though. I would kill for her body, uggggggh).This makes her highly targeted, and often the only one singled out. Often times, when people down this ship, I’ll look at their profile and see countless photos of Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Tom Payne, but never much Michonne (Oh okay, Michonne is your favorite character, but I ain’t seen her ass in any picture or gifset I done flicked by on your dash. But I digress).
We are talking about the most watched show in television history. This coupling is seen over the entire world. What blows my mind even more is that the lead star, you know Andrew Lincoln, has actively campaigned for the pairing to be realized on the television screen. Now, this man has not seen one episode of his own show, but is aware of the magnitude that the Rick and Michonne pairing would have on the world.
He has constantly said that this relationship would be inevitable, and now that it has come to fruition, I start seeing mini Merle’s come out the wood works. (What I’m seeing when I read hot button words like “cringe,” “uncomfortable,” “I just don’t understand,” “no chemistry,” “Rick’s not good enough for Michonne,” makes me upset.) Y'all really want to say, “That’ll be the day I see a nigga kissing Rick.”(At least Rick let Merle know what day it was). Ain’t no white meat or dark meat homeslice, lol.
So, what gets me is that I constantly hear “Michonne is great we love her. She is a bad ass. She is my favorite character. But, and l want you to listen to this big ass but, I don’t like her with Rick, our white male hero. She can take care of his kids and kill for him, put her life on the line for him, but not love him. That’s too much. That’s crossing the line.” I’ll proceed to ask why and get responses like. “I don’t like two strong characters together.”(Oh, so you like strong ass Daryl and strong ass Caryl together? Or a strong Maggie/strong Glenn? Or, strong Daryl with a strong Jesus?). OK, gotcha. Or, “I never saw this coming.” (I never saw Trump becoming president, shit happens). Roll with it.
I’ve recently read, “I can’t wait for her to die.”(Thanks for waiting, she won’t). Or, “why are you always attacking us for an opinion”(why you all up in the Richonne tag lurking and getting angry cause we getting spoiler after spoiler and just dancing and drinking our wine, eating our popcorn and preparing our caskets for 7b).
Guess what, I’m not fond of a lot of things. I don’t like watching water polo( I don’t actively care if others know that fact or not). That’s like me going on every social media account and screaming to everyone “I like all water sports, swimming, diving, you name it, but I don’t know, water polo makes me uncomfortable. I want to barf when I see water polo. That’ll be the day I see water polo being played.” (See, that sounds silly as hell). This is how y'all sound with your dehydrated selves.
Richonners, y'all are lovely people. I’ve never liked a fandom so much. Nothing but positivity comes from us. I even support many other ships ( Caryl, desus, gleggie, tara/ denise, aaron/eric. I even low key ship carol/Morgan, carol/Ezekiel). So just stop it haters. Stop lying to yourselves.
That dark skin has some mighty power, if it gets your panties in a bunch like that. Here’s some Gatorade for that salt y'all be losing in the tag.
~Sometimes you need to let it go before the storm can pass~
Reader, Dean, Sam
Warnings: ANGST. Major Angst. Depressed Reader. Talk of Death.
“I want to die.”
You hadn’t meant to say it, especially not to Dean, especially not now, especially not in that way, but he had been pushing and nagging all day and there it was. The truth spilled from your mouth in a viscous wave of half cried words that hung in the air between you and Dean like a smoke signal. Before the last syllable had rolled off of your tongue you already wished you could take it back, but there it was. It was in the open now; everything you’d been hiding from him, from Sam, from yourself.
His mouth opened and closed, his green eyes wide with shock as your confession turned in his mind. He seemed to be digesting it slowly, trying to figure out what you meant. It must have been a joke, he decided, and laughed solemnly.
“That’s not funny, kid. I’ve died. Trust me, it ain’t a picnic.”
You could have ended it then. You could have very easily laughed along with him and played it off as simply one of those things you said when you were tired and stupid. But you were tired and stupid, and you finally felt like you should talk about it. A hundred times that day he’d asked what was wrong, so, now he’d find out.
“It’s not a joke, Dean.” You looked him right in the eye, not a hint of a smile or twinkle of jest on your face. It wasn’t funny. It was the farthest thing from it.
Summary- One of Lance siblings gets married and his family teases him that he has no date to bring along to the wedding.
This is for @hunkiest-hunk and also for Valentine’s day!!!! Ily Tobi and I love Hance
The house was filled with laughter and smiles and the clinking of glasses as the celebration for Lance’s sister getting engaged commenced. His aunts and uncles and cousins mingled around the house and backyard, a pleasant buzz was tinged throughout the atmosphere.
Little to Lance’s knowledge, there had been a betting pool passed around on who he would be taking to the wedding, seeing as ever since he got back from space and became a paladin of Voltron, he was surrounded by people who would jump at the chance to go with him.
Lance was talking with his cousins when his sister and her fiance tapped him on the shoulder starting up a conversation with him.
“So Lance! It seems that you’re the only one without a date.” Francis, his sister’s fiance, teased
Lance blushed, and stuttered, “Uh- well I- uhm.”
He looked around desperately and his eyes fell on a tall husky boy with dark skin. He wore a yellow shirt and laughed at something funny his cousin had said. He had a few scars scattered on his arms, the years of fighting shown proudly. His heart warmed at his best friend, Hunk’s, dazzling smile and he immediately pointed at him.
“Hunk, of course. He’s my best friend.”
His sister’s face lit up and she screamed “I knew it!” at her fiance, before running off somewhere. Francis sighed saying something like “Great, now I owe her money.” and “my money was on that angry little emo kid.” before he walked off after her.
Lance blinked confused before shrugging and walking over to said best friend.
Surely this wouldn’t be a big deal.
Spoiler alert: It was.
The news of Lance taking Hunk to the wedding spread like wildfire. But heck, in Lance’s family? With everyone right there? Of course it did. Lance paid it no mind, except of course, when people would go up to him and say “Man, I thought it was going to be Keith!” or “You know, I have a friend who’d love to go with you…”, that always annoyed him.
“Hey Lance!” someone called. Lance, expecting it to be yet another one of his cousins teases, was about to tell them off when he was met face to face with the person he was supposed to be taking to the wedding.
His face lit up, “Oh hey buddy! What’s up?”
Hunk smiled at him before scrunching his brows, “Well, you see, your family keeps smiling at me and shaking my hand and congratulating me? Some of them say something like ‘I have more money now, thanks to you.’ or something?”
Lance could feel the color drain from his face. Oh. So that’s why. He thought, already knowing that he was going to get teased a lot, and already knowing people were going to try and get him to change his answer.
He sighed and shrugged “Oh you know my family…probably making something up… Oh! But uhm, hey, so do you want to go to the wedding with me? I mean…even if it wasn’t specifically with me, you’d still go cause you’re, y’know, practically a part of the family anyway, but I mean, if you go with me you could probably get some sweet deals at the-” Hunk put a finger on his lips to silence him.
“Dude, of course I’ll come with you. You’re my best friend, so why wouldn’t I?” Hunk accepted, nudging Lance with his arm before continuing to talk about what the dress code was, and whether a suit was mandatory or just a dress shirt and slacks with nice shoes was allowed. Lance let out the breath he had subconsciously been holding, somehow being nervous about one little thing. He brushed these confusing feelings aside and went to listen to Hunk’s rant about suits.
Yeah, maybe it would come back to bite him, but for now…this is fine.
Lance was increasingly feeling like it was getting over his head, the closer the wedding came.
“So Lance, how’s Hunk.” his Dad asked, grinning at the indignant look Lance sent him.
“He’s fine Dad.” Lance huffed.
“Well I’m sorry for asking about your boyfriend.” his dad teased, Lance’s face heating up at the word boyfriend. “It’s just that we’ve been sure that you’ve had a crush on Hunk since you were little,” Lance buried his face into his hands and groaned, “so we’re just really happy for you guys.”
Lance’s face still burned as he thought about his childhood. He thought about how when he was little he had maybe a crush on Hunk, but most people usually have crushes on their friends as kids…right? Even then, he maybe possibly had a small crush on Hunk in his middle school years and just maybe he had a eensy teensy weensy little crush on Hunk throughout the garrison and maybe that followed him to space and back but, that’s just how normal crushes are, right?….
Lance sighed, knowing he was screwed and immediately accepting his fate.
He started listening to the dinner conversation after that.
It was approaching the day of the wedding, Lance had already gotten his suit and he was just helping his sister get ready for it, picking out her dress, getting her hair done, etc. So it was a big relief when he got a break from that and just hangout with Hunk.
“Hey, do you think this would look okay?” Hunk said from behind the changing room door.
Okay so, maybe they were still doing wedding related stuff but it was still fun!
Lance looked up from his phone and saw Hunk step out wearing a dark suit with a light yellow button up shirt and a black tie. Lance smiled as he admired Hunk, looking him up and down before nodding at him, giving his approval. Hunk smiled and went back into the changing room to go back to his normal clothes.
Lance sighed and smiled, before realizing that he’d eventually have to tell Hunk about how his family thinks that him and Hunk are in a relationship. He could feel the blood draining from his face as he thought about the possibility that Hunk might get mad at him for not telling him. That, or he’ll say that he doesn’t want to go to the wedding anymore.
Lance sucked in a breath.
He’ll just tell Hunk the day of, it seems.
The day was here.
Lance took a deep breath as he nervously fixed his tie and ran his hand through his hair. He heard the knock at the door and opened it up to see a slew of bridesmaids trail in along with the flowergirls.
Lance looked back before seeing Hunk in the doorway. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the gorgeous man in front of him. He hadn’t worn the headband and his hair was pushed back and off his forehead, he wore a white button up with the sleeves pushed up and a black bow tie tied neatly around his neck. He was holding his jacket over his shoulder and his eyes shown.
After what seemed like hours, Lance blinked and felt like he could breathe again.
Lance cleared his throat and smiled, moving to the side and letting Hunk through. He shut the door after Hunk entered, biting his lip as he thought of something to say.
“You look good…really good.” Lance blinked and looked at Hunk who he could see the barest hint of a blush on. Lance grinned, feeling his face heat up.
“T-thanks…you look really nice too.”Lance nodded at Hunk’s attire.
He looked over to his sister who seemed to be ready. “Shall we?” he asked, taking his place in line as they entered the cathedral part, leading Hunk to a seat.
Before it started he quickly leaned over to Hunk, “Oh by the way, my family thinks we’re dating.”
Hunk looked at him before hunching over and covering his face. Lance was about to ask if he was okay but then he heard Hunk’s laughter. Hunk sat back up and suppressed a few giggles before simply saying “Ok. But we’re talking about this later.”, he didn’t look mad, and on the contrary, he looked extremely happy.
Once the vows were exchanged and the kiss happened, they had taken photos, and now they were proceeding to the after party. Once Lance met back up with Hunk after the family photos, they started talking about something or other, before Lance was pulled away and on to the dance floor.
Lance would look over every once in a while to see Hunk who seemed to mostly be bopping his head to the music or chatting with the other people who also decided not to dance. Once Lance was finally allowed to sit down, he was sweaty and hot. Hunk smiled at him and offered him water, who gladly took it.
“Having fun?” Hunk asked, Lance nodded smiling around his glass.
“But you know…we have to talk about us…’dating’?” Hunk prompted, biting his lip and raising his brows.
Lance nearly choked on his water.
“Uh well uhm.. I just… I mean- if you don’t like it I’ll tell everyone right away, but I just thought that-” Lance stuttered, trying not to feel too bad.
Hunk chuckled, “Well actually, you see I was wondering if instead of fake it was….real?” his confidence tapered off at the end and under the dim lights it was hard to see but he could see the reddish tint of a blush on the darker boy’s cheeks.
Lance was stunned silent. Hunk shifted uncomfortably until he just bit his lip and looked away, Lance could see the hurt in his eyes, along with tiny tears. “N-nevermind it was stupid-”
Lance shot out of his seat and shoved his face close to Hunk’s. “No! No I mean, I…I want to be in a relationship with you….a real one.” Lance tried to stop himself from smiling but he couldn’t hold it all in. Hunk’s look of relief and pure happiness caused a surge of happy little butterflies to flutter around his stomach. Lance dropped his eyes from Hunk’s warm earth tone eyes to his lips. He brought his eyes back to Hunk’s and propped a silent question, to which Hunk wordlessly answered.
Lance brought his face closer to Hunk’s and well… let’s just say sparks flew between them.
Hi love your work especially your ravi smut i was wondering if i can make a ravi smut request . Them being together on a movie date night and reader complain from shoulder and back back pain so he offers her massage maybe a candle massage with hot oils . Would love it if u accept my request thanks ❤️
“Ravi, have you gotten the popcorn ready?” You asked bending
forward to plug up the cords from the HD sound system to your television set.
Your boyfriend popped his red hot with a goofy smile nodding his head as his
“I’m all ready princess. How about you?” He asked walking
towards the couch that had a plethora of blankets laid on top all ready for you
two to enjoy the night before you. Grinning at Ravi you stood up and walked
back to him, plopping down on a green blanket and once he opened his arms you
crawled into his arms snuggling against his chest. Grabbing at the remote you
flipped through countless movies on Netflix, settling for some cheesy romance
love story you nodded your head happy with your choice. Ravi wrapped both of
his hands around your waist pressing tiny kisses against your temple with a
smile. He was home for the weekend and you told yourself no matter what you
would do all that you could to make sure that you took up all his time without
hesitation and so far, he wasn’t objecting.
As the opening credits rolled, you had already managed to
bury your hand in the bowl of popcorn munching on the buttery goodness getting
lost into the movie. It was always great when you could spend times like this
with him because he was just an amazing man to you and you found yourself
always falling deeper for him, especially when you would cast your eyes up to
his face looking at his full lips and strong jaw structure. He was a very
attractive man to you but if you kept staring at him he would know your game
and know what’s up. So, with a soft sigh you told yourself to focus on the
movie at hand clicking your tongue gently.
Some time had passed and you couldn’t stop squirming rolling
your shoulders back you took deep breaths biting on your lip. “Something wrong
baby?” Ravi asked gently stroking his fingertips up and down your left side
along your hip bone.
“Ah, I’m just sore love. Nothing that sleep won’t work off.
The job has been getting intense lately and I know it’s going to clear up! But,
just for now it’s a large over work.” You grumbled softly thinking about the
hectic hours you were about to have to put in and how much you needed to get
done while the silence filled the room once again.
“Well.. You do remember that I have my oils and things like that,
right? I am sure a massage could help loosen you up a bit.” He suggested
causing you to smile and shake your head.
“No baby it’s ok! Really-fuck.” Your little speech was interrupted
by a groan of pleasure bubbling up from your throat. Ravi had his hands on your
shoulders, the pads of his thumbs and fingers pressing into your skin to create
a pleasurable sensation that you hadn’t felt in a while. All the soreness and
tension seemed to drain from your body as you looked up at him with pouty lips
once he pulled back. He went back to watching the movie and you slapped his
arm. “Yah!” You huffed in mild annoyance turning to face him.
“Hm? Oh!” Ravi beamed eyeing you and licking across his
bottom lip. “Well you said you didn’t want me to do it, so I thought that I’d
just give you a minor show.” He nodded his head stroking his chin thoughtfully.
“Does that mean you changed your mind?” He asked with a soft chuckle at how
eager you were to nod your head. “Fine, stay here I’ll be right back.” He cooed
leaning down to plant his lips against yours sweetly escaping back to the room
you both shared.
“___ I’m ready!” Ravi called out for you sometime later,
grinning to yourself you dashed towards the shared bedroom halting in your
tracks as you looked around the room. The room was dimly lit with flickering candles
decorated across the dresser over candle holders. The bed was cleared off
expect for a silk dark purple sheet so that your body would be comfortable when
you laid down. Ravi cleared his throat as he watched you before he opened his
arms. “My beautiful queen. I need you to strip for me before we continue. You
remember what happened the last time.” He gave a subtle wink but his eyes told
you a different story. Huffing as your face heated up you pulled at the hems of
your shirt lifting it up and off your body. The last time you two had ever done
something like this, not only did the room almost go down in flames but oil was
all over you clothes and you weren’t fortunate to get those stains out. Hands
quickly unclasping your bra and pushing down your pajama bottoms and panties,
you walked towards the bed climbing on it. Moving to lay with your stomach completely
against the bed. The soft silk touching your breast caused you to bite your lip
and remind yourself to stay calm. Your hands rested on the sheets with your
palms facing upwards towards the ceiling. Ravi moved to spread your legs wider
a bit, his hands quickly going to work. “Remember this is all about relaxing
baby girl. It won’t do us any good if you get right back tense.” He patted your
ass softly before he went towards the radio that was built into the wall
synching his phone to it he let The Weekend play setting the mood a bit.
Ravi walked back to your body, his fingers skimming against all
the oils that were lined up on your nightstand. He chose a lavender scented
oil. He popped open the top, pouring the oil gently on a line from the dip of
your back up to the middle of your back. Sitting the bottle down he used his
hands to spread out the oil starting to rub it up and down the spot he applied
it to. His hands were spread wide pressed down flat rubbing the oil into your
skin. He smirked at his work, watching your body become wet for him. He grabbed
at the oil again pouring more up from the middle of your back to the top of
your shoulders. Working it into your skin more, he immediately went back to
squeezing your shoulders applying pressure to the knotted areas. He watched as
you tensed up, eyes growing dark he reached a hand down to slap across your ass
reminding you of his rules. It only made you moan out at the touches of his
hands and he felt proud to evoke such emotions from you.
“Good girl, just like that relax.” Ravi cooed, his fingers
dancing across your shoulder blade. He grabbed at the bottle of oil, pouring it
against your neck and at the tip of your back he squeezed the oil watching it
run down in a line towards the crack of your ass. Ravi lifted his hands back up
massaging the oil into your skin not squeezing too hard or too soft. It seemed
just right. He was obviously proud of himself grinning like a wild cat. He kept
getting distracted while he worked on your body though, his eyes kept wandering
to your plump ass that was just there. How your legs were parted and you were
just sprawled out there. He wanted to make you feel good in all ways. He let
one hand slide back up to grip at your shoulders as his other hand trailed down
to your ass. Your delicate oiled skin glistening under the candles. His
fingertips danced across your ass cheeks while he squeezed harder at your
shoulder his free hand poured oil on your ass and he rubbed it in as well
slapping it a few times. He watched your face contort the tiny little sounds
that flew past your lips as you focused on being still for him. Ever so slowly
his fingers made their way down to cup your pussy, using his fingers to spread
your lips apart he started to circle his middle finger around your clit slowly.
Your body was on fire and the noises that escaped your lips
were everything including needy. Your hips remained still as his fingers
stroked against your folds, his middle finger going faster and pressing down
against the bud the oil from it causing you to get more slick for him. Ravi
groaned moving the hand that was on your shoulder down to your middle back
holding you in place. Watching you with hooded eyes he slipped his long index
and middle finger inside of your dripping pussy feeling your tight walls clamp
“Fuck, my baby girl is always so tight.” He commented, his
fingers slowly sliding in and out of you. Your hips were eager to push back
slightly against his fingers taking him deeper as he searched for your spot
again. “That’s right baby, fuck this pretty little pussy on my fingers.” He
groaned out removing his hand from your lower back. Ravi watched as your ass
bounced from your hips moving, your hands gripping at the sheets as you looked
back over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Ravi sped up his fingers making a
scooping motion with his fingers pressing them against every spot and scissoring
them until you were panting lifting your ass higher in the air for him once he
found your spot.
“T-there!” You cried out gripping harder at the sheets as he
plunged his soaked fingers into your wet cunt moving them at a fast pace.
“Right here baby girl? Did I find your spot my little vixen?”
He asked leaning down to nip at your ear kissing along your jaw until his
forehead was pressed against yours.
“Y-yes!” You cried out trying to fuck his fingers harder you
wanted to cum so bad, the buildup in the pit of your stomach was causing you to
lose your mind. Ravi knew just how and where to touch you, and it felt like
heaven. “Please Ravi! Please.” You begged looking in his eyes, his fingers
along were great but you would only need more of him to satisfy your hunger.
“Please what?” Ravi asked in a low-pitched voice. His voice
deep and thick with the lust that he was feeling inside of him, all you had to
do was beg and he was done for.
“I want you to fuck me! Please it’s been so long. I need to
feel your dick inside of me. I want to feel every inch Ravi. Make me cum.” You
let your mouth say the dirty words unashamedly as you stare at him, your want
for him over powering the little self-consciousness you felt inside of you.
“You got it baby.” Ravi pulled his fingers from you,
bringing them up to his lips he sucked on the digits making slurping noises as
he watched you humming in delight at your sweet taste though there was a hint
of bitterness it wasn’t nothing he despised and couldn’t handle. He moved to
pull off his shirt tossing it aside away from the candles. He took off his
pants next and his boxers climbing back on the bed he spread your legs out
wider grabbing at your hips. He was rock hard, tip oozing in precum he couldn’t
wait anymore. He slid himself forward slowly breaching past your tight entrance
causing some cries of pleasure to escape your lips. He bit down harshly on his
bottom lip as he entered you and buried himself to the hilt not wanting to moan
because he wanted to hear you more. His hands steadied on your hips, slowly he
pulled himself out to the tip only to slip back inside of your wet pussy that
molded around his shaft. You could feel the veins of his dick pressing against
your walls causing you to squeeze around him more arching your back slightly.
Your fingernails continued to pull at the sheets clawing like you were a mad
woman as he picked up the pace. Rolling his hips and pushing forward each time
he connected his hips against yours. Ravi looked down to watch his dick
disappear inside of you loving how you took him without no complaints, how it
made him feel to have your wet warm walls wrapped around him. He circled his
hips slowly moving his hands in different directions. One hand went to press up
by the side of your head as the other hand went to wrap around your waist and
rest on your clit. He pressed his lips against yours kissing you deeply as he
snapped his hips harshly against yours causing you to cry out. His tongue
slipped into your mouth and you fought to kiss him back, all your cries of
pleasure being swallowed up by him. He moaned softly against your lips his
tongue exploring your cavern and playing with your tongue as well. In no time, he
was pounding into you causing the bed to shake lightly under you. His hips
flush against your ass as he drilled harder into you. Breaking the kiss so that
he could whisper dirty nothings into your ear bringing you closer to a release.
His fingers stroking against your clit in a rapid circular motion helping aid
to how he was fucking you, your back arched off the bed and you reached a hand
up to grab at his hair smashing your lips together one last time. With a few
more harsh thrusts against your spot, you were laying your head back against
Ravi’s shoulder crying out his name as your walls clamped down and you let your
cum slide out onto his dick. He watched you with a growl pulling his body back
from yours so that with his free hand he could continue to pull you back on his
dick. His hand on your clit never stopped causing you to surge into another
orgasm that had you squirting on the bed. He was in a pure state of bliss,
watching you react like that only caused him to throb harder inside of you, his
orgasm coming down onto him as he delivered slow heavy thrusts to bury his load
inside of you. Once he was sure you were milked he rode out both of your
orgasms leaning down to kiss up your back and lay on you with his hands bracing
on either side of your head as he smiled at you.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to post. Most people who asked for it probably forgot they requested it…hehe sorry. ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ
“Bloody hell, Pads, what are you looking for?” James asked Sirius as he noticed him scanning the crowded hallway yet again. This had been happening a lot recently and as much a Sirius liked to believe, he was not subtle about it and it was piquing the gang’s curiosity. Sirius narrowed his eyes at James and opened his mouth to speak.
“Not what, who.” Remus corrected before he could say anything, making James wiggle his eyebrows at his scowling friend.
“Does our dearest friend finally have a love interest?” He asked, cutting Sirius off once again as Peter nudged him playfully.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sirius said, shrugging his shoulders, acting a little too nonchalant.
“Every time you go anywhere, you take a good long look before turning back to us.” Remus said as they walked into the courtyard for their break and, as Remus said, Sirius subconsciously gave a quick glance around the courtyard before focusing back on the conversation. James, Remus and Peter shared a knowing look.
“It’s true.” Peter chimed. Sirius stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept his head down for lack of a comeback. He couldn’t deny that he’s kept his eyes peeled for a certain head of Y/H/C hair for the past few weeks. You two had been meeting every morning on Wednesdays and, by his insistence, Fridays, but he had yet to see or talk to you during the day. It was as if you just appeared to watch the sunrise and disappeared for classes.
He had actually begun to think that you were one of the castle ghosts and never came out during the day, but he just brushed that off as crazy thought. Hopefully it was crazy thought. It’d be just his luck to have feelings for a dead person. And yes, he had finally admitted to himself that he was feeling deeper emotions than what you should feel for ‘just a friend’. It came as quite a shock to him, he had never felt this way for anyone else. Sure he flirted and…did other things but it was never with any feeling behind it. He just never connected with someone on that level like he did with you and it made him feel a whole bunch of things.
“Who’ve you been looking for?” Remus asked. Sirius debated telling his friends about you but he liked having you and the sunrise to himself, so he decided to keep it a secret. At least until he sorted out his feelings and you and just the whole situation. He also didn’t want to deal with the extensive teasing that was sure to come out of them knowing about it.
“Just this girl, we had a pretty good snogging session last week and I wanted to see if she was up for another round.” Sirius lied and gave the group a cheeky smirk. Peter seemed to accept this and brushed the whole topic off. James and Remus weren’t as convinced, but after a quick look between them, they decided to save the topic for later. Sirius gave a breath of relief as James shrugged casually and Remus started a new conversation.
You were turning into the courtyard with your two best friends when you spotted Sirius’ familiar frame and quickly spun around and hid behind a pillar. Your friends gave you a confused look. You just ignored them and gave a quick peek around the corner only to see him still there. You didn’t know what you expected, it’s not as if he would disappear in the space of 2 seconds. Your friends, though still confused, looked amused.
“Care to explain?” Your friend, Dovie, asked.
“He’s there.” You hissed, gesturing behind you. Your friends turned to look and realisation dawned on their faces. Unlike Sirius, you had told your friends about him and how both of you watched the sunrise together (something they had disapproved of but thought was adorable). You had been avoiding him during school hours, not wanting your happy little bubble to burst.
You were also afraid he’d act differently with you outside of your time together. Maybe he’d be embarrassed by you being a Hufflepuff? Or by you being a muggleborn? You had yet to tell him that though. You weren’t ashamed of your parents or how you were born but he did come from a family infamous for their hatred for muggleborns. He was different though, right? After all, he was sorted into Gryffindor and not the signature Slytherin house of the Blacks. He also seemed kinder, though he was snarky, he seemed more…accepting?
“So? I thought you said you didn’t like him?” Your other friend, Annabelle, said. You felt your face grow red.
“I-I don’t” You lied. You very much had some feelings for the troublesome Gryffindor, but you didn’t want to admit it. You knew that your friends disapproved of him as a romantic…interest… and you didn’t blame them. He had a very long list of broken hearts and flings and you knew that he might never actually have sincere romantic affections for anyone but you couldn’t help it. He was just so interesting and funny and annoying and you loved spending time with him (something you would also never admit).
“You can’t.” Dovie said, her face becoming strict. You groaned, you hated it when she became all motherly on you. Both her and Annabelle had a suspicion that you had developed feelings for him and were both worried. They didn’t want you to come out of it with a tear stained face.
“I don’t need a lecture, mum.” You said, rolling your eyes.
“Right. Because you don’t like him.” Dovie said. You nodded your head
“And you don’t wait impatiently for Wednesday and Friday mornings.” Annabelle said.
“And you don’t love it when he playfully teases you.” Dovie said.
“R-right.” You said, a little quieter this time.
“And you don’t love how he seems to be different with you than with anyone else.” Annabelle said, her brows furrowing with sympathy for her obviously lovestruck friend.
“Right.” You mumbled, your eyes focused solely on your feet. You regretted agreeing to all of those things but what could you do? You couldn’t have feelings for Sirius Black, you just couldn’t. Everyone knew it was a stupid thing to like him and whoever did was bound to end up broken hearted, but he made it so easy to fall in love with his playful smirk and genuine smile, with his witty comebacks and moments of kind sincerity.
“So is that why you’re hiding behind a pillar right now, rather that facing him?” Dovie asked. Dovie, unlike Annabelle, was more of the tough love kind of friend, maybe it was the Ravenclaw in her. And as much as you loved her, you did not want that right now. You stayed silent, not knowing what to say and keeping your now sad eyes on the floor.
“Oh, Y/N.” Annabelle said, enveloping you in a tight hug. “It’s ok to have feelings. It’s ok.” She said, rubbing your back comfortingly. “Just - just don’t get your hopes up, ok pumpkin?” You almost smiled at her nickname she used for your and Dovie. She was such an old lady.
“I don’t like him.” You mumbled hopelessly.
“Of course not.” She said, humouring you. “Of course not.”
“Watch out.” Dovie said, breaking up the moment. “Bullies, eleven o’clock.” She nodded her head in the direction of the approaching condescending pureblood Slytherins that loved picking on you and your friends. You and Annabelle were both muggleborn and Dovie was a halfblood so you were easy targets for pureblood obsessed wizards, especially the ones that were coming down the hallway now, they just loved bullying muggleborns.
You and Annabelle quickly separated and the three of you scurried away. You gave the boy that had captured your attention one last longing look before continuing your escape.
A few days later, Sirius was creeping into the courtyard at 5 in the morning, lit wand in hand. He had changed into his school robes before sneaking out, not wanting to give you more ammunition about his pyjamas. He felt his heart race in anticipation of seeing you, an almost giddy expression on his face.
You were already there, reading a book, sitting under the same tree he first saw you under a few weeks ago. He stopped moving for a moment, watching how your hair fell into your face and how you blew it away softly, only for it to fall back to the same spot again. As much as he loved talking to you, he could just watch you forever. There was something gentle yet daring about you, how you held your head up high and kept yourself open. You were a light in a sea of darkness and he loved you for it. But he’d push that down, that feeling of grabbing you and kissing the living daylights out of you, for he would not be the one to corrupt the bright light. So friendship would be the place he’d settle for.
He quietly crept up behind the tree you were sitting against and jumped in front of you with a loud “boo!”, making you shriek and drop your book onto your lap. He chuckled as you groaned and slapped his arm.
“Merlin’s bear, Sirius! Don’t do that.” You exclaimed. He smirked as he sat down across from you, running his fingers through his hair (a habit you had noticed and thought quite endearing).
“Loosen up, Huffles.” He joked, making you glare at him.
“I’d really prefer it if you’d call me by my real name.” You said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“But Huffles is just so much more fun to say, Huffles.” He replied, enjoying how you rolled your eyes at him.
“Well, if I have a nickname, shouldn’t you have one too?” You asked, rubbing your chin, pretending to be in deep thought.
“Mr. Attractive?” He suggested, making you snort. “The Great Lord of Hotness?”
“Oh, Merlin, please stop.”
“Sexy? Sir Dreamy?” He kept going, making you laugh uncontrollably.
“What have I unleashed?” You cried out.
“Goooood lookin?” He said, grinning.
“Please stop. What about sloppy?” You suggested.
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating but I’m just going to steer us back to Sir Dreamy.” Sirius said, leaning back on his hands.
“I don’t know how this much arrogance can fit in one body.” You said, shaking your head. “And sloppy fits you perfectly!” You said, gesturing to his shaggy, dark hair, loosely hanging tie and messy uniform. Sirius glanced down at him self and just shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him and tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear. In that one motion, your uniform sleeve slipped down a little, exposing messily tied bandaging over your wrist. All playfulness disappeared from Sirius’ face. He leaned forwards, a worried look on his face.
“What happened there?” He asked, pointing to your wrist. You, not having noticed your bandages were showing, quickly tugged down your sleeve. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice that.
“Nothing. I - I fell.” You said. That wasn’t a complete lie. You had fallen. Down some stairs as well. It wasn’t your fault though. The same pureblood Slytherins you and your friends had run from the other day had cornered you alone just as you were walking up the stairs. You didn’t want to remember what had happened after that, just that you had ended up with bruises and a cut on your wrist.
“Tell me.” Sirius insisted. You sighed in defeat.
“Remember when I told you I didn’t like bullies?” You mumbled quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed dangerously as he nodded. “Well now I’m not overly fond of stairs, as well as bullies.” You waited for him to say something, but he was just sitting there, anger evident on his face. You didn’t even know how angry he was though. The thought that someone hurt you, had caused you to fall down stairs, was enough to get his blood boiling and fingers curling into fists. He tried to tamped down on his anger.
“Who?” He said, his voice deadly quiet. You kept your head down, not wanting to meet the fury in his eyes.
“I - I don’t want to say.” You mumbled.
“What?” He asked incredulously.
“What would you do to them?” You asked.
“Nothing.” He lied.
“Sirius…I don’t want to say.” You whispered.
“How can you not want to say?” He exclaimed, shock and anger building up inside him. “Just so that I don’t hurt them?” You kept quiet, still not meeting his gaze. He released a frustrated groan. “Did you tell anyone?” He asked. You shook your head. “Did you go to the infirmary?” You shook your head again. He suddenly shot up, his hand running through his hair again. You eyes flew up at his sudden movement and watched him pace around frustratedly.
“Sirius -“ You started but was cut off by him.
“Why wouldn’t you tell anyone, Huffles?” He asked, turning on you, making you shrink away from him. “You do realise that this just encourages them to do this more, right?”
“Yes, but -“
“And if you hate bullying so much then why are you protecting them? The people that hurt you? And others most likely.” His voice rising.
“Who physically hurt you! Are you too much of a Hufflepuff to get them into trouble? Is that it?”
“No! That’s not it! Merlin’s beard, Sirius, do you not get it?” You exclaimed, standing up yourself to meet him head on. “Do you not get it? I’m not telling anyone about this because I’m scared, Sirius. Ok? I’m scared. I’m scared that it’ll anger them, make them even more aggressive. Do you know how terrifying that is? To always feel threatened and never feel like they would be punished for what they were doing to you?” You almost yelled, shutting him up. He stared at you for a moment, taken aback by your admission. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you released a sudden sob, tears falling from your eyes. Sirius’ heart broke for you and he felt so guilty for yelling at you, for releasing his anger on you. So so guilty.
“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry.” He said, rushing towards you and crushing you in a hug. Your eyes went wide with shock. Sirius was hugging you. Sirius Black, the boy that never showed affection, was hugging you. You buried your face into his chest as more tears continued to fall. “I’m sorry.” He repeated. You nodded your head and he pulled you in even tighter if possible, but you didn’t mind. You loved being pressed up against him, being comforted by him. The thought that you couldn’t do this romantically with him prompted even more tears to shed.
“Y/N, you can’t let them get away with this though.” He said, resting his chin on your head and rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“Why do you even care?” You asked.
“Because I love you.” He whispered, almost too quietly, but you heard it. You for sure heard it. It had slipped out before he could stop it but he didn’t regret saying it, screw the consequences.
“What?” You asked, eyes wide as you pulled away from him to look him in the eyes.
“I love you, Huffles.” He said fiercely. You stayed silent for a while, a giddy laugh escaping your lips. He loved you. Sirius Black loved you. The boy who you’ve had feelings for for weeks loved you.
“I love you too, sloppy.” You said, smiling as the first rays of sunlight flitted over his shoulder.
I AM FINALLY DONE. GOOD GOD THAT TOOK FOREVER SORRY. I don’t know why I typed that all in caps lock. Anywho, I uploaded this just in time for Valentines Day (well, where I am anyway). I hope you enjoyed it and I appreciate any feedback you have. Especially on how to characterise Sirius, tips would be helpful.
With what's happened recently, do you mind writing one for the anon on how chocobros will comfort their s/o when they find out they got bullied? (For the anon, this is for you. I hope you don't feel too left out. We all love you. Hugs!)
Anon from before as well as this anon, you’re lovely. Hope this is what’s needed.
Noctis goes quiet when he finds out what they did to you.
Like, really quiet.
His eyes are dark and stormy, and dangerous.
Without a word, he pulls you close to him and buries his face
in your neck.
“I knew you were strong,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting on
your skin. “I’m so sorry.”
He bites his lip as you tell him what happened.
“Shit, are you ok?” he asks, instantly nuzzling up to you,
his hands working over your shoulders, his palm cupping your cheek as he thumbs
at your cheekbone.
You nod, a little tearful at remembering it all.
He puts his arms around you and cuddles you. “You want me to
make you my signature hot chocolate with cinnamon and vanilla?” he asks. When
you thank him, he smiles and says, “Don’t worry. Prom’s got it all handled.”
**OVER PROTECTIVE MODE ACTIVATED**
And social security numbers.
Of course, you refuse. It’s pointless, and petty, and the
best thing to do is ignore bullies. They do it for the attention, you tell him.
Best just to move on.
He becomes super attentive to you, quietly making sure you’re
alright, that you feel safe, letting you know in little ways how much he loves
you, from throwing his arm around you in public (yes, it’s possessive, but you
know it’s not like that), leaving you notes around the house, in your phone
case, and in your pockets, surprising you by meeting at work, either for lunch
or to walk you home.
Promises you he’ll always protect you.
Offers to teach you some self defence so you can protect
It’s not really an offer. You know he’s not going to let
this go until you know at least two arm locks and eight lock-releases.
Quietly listens while you tell him everything.
Lip curls in anger.
“You must tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable in any
way,” he said. “I would hate to say something that hurt you or…” his eyes are
glassy with emotion.
“Ignis, you’re perfect. You’re everything I need.”
He relaxes a bit at that. “Alright.”
Like Gladio, he enrols you in self-defence classes and lets
you practise with him. Often dissolves into other kinds of play, but that’s all
Stands closer to you in public than he used to.
Becomes very protective, but respects your privacy and
Makes you lunch and leaves you sweet notes in it too.
Gives the best hugs. He looks stiff and formal, but he’s
warm and gentle and loving, and knows what it’s like to feel outside of things.
Wants you to know he loves you.
Au: Modern / Post High school
Triggers: SMUT, cursing, Alexander Hamilton
Authors Note: I’m sorry but finals have been kicking my ass and this story was dragging forever. Ps. I have never had sex with more than one person so not quite sure what it looks like with 5.
You couldn’t believe it. You can’t fucking believe it. Y/N L/N was going to see a fortune teller. You had joined the ranks of the exact people you made fun of throughout all of high school. You weren’t quite sure why this was something you had to do, but I guess it is your time to do so. At least.. now that Peggy was practically pushing you towards the awkward tent set up in the park. Fortune Tellers. What a load of shit. How could somebody tell your future out of some “magical orb”? You were a psychology major at Kings College and had just learned aviut hiw the brain tricks you into believing “magic” to be real.
“Peggy, do I have too?”you complained. “Of course. I’m going to go first then you will ok?” she replied. You had to admit, for her being the forgotten daughter, she was the most persuasive and most fun to be around. She entered the tent, smiling at you and asking you to wait outside. 2 hours later she slid out of the tent, giggling and blushing.
As you whisper to her, “How was it?” She answered you in giggles and pushed you in. The woman inside was older and was dress in a metallic emerald dress and accessorized in silver. You sat nervously in the chair provided and waited. The woman looked at you, no.. not looked through you. She was looking for something inside of you. She reached for your hands. In a misty voice, “My dear you have been looking for a man to help you feel complete. Correct? Well if you look into my crystal ball you would see that I predict 4 men who will fall in love with you.” You look at her like she is a total lunatic. “Are you serious? I have spent the last 7 years trying to talk to someone to try and start a relationship and I get shot down faster than the Titanic!” you start to get angry with the lady. She shot you a look of understanding. “Sweetheart. I know. But you can’t understand without looking through my crystal ball.”
“If you say so?” You lean forward and gaze into the crystal ball. The milky white seemed to take over your senses. You were frozen, unable to move your arms or legs, only thing capable of moving were your eyes. Out of the mist, you saw a familiar face of an old friend from elementary school. “Is that John Laurens? Hey lady your crystal ball is broken, I know this guy, and hate to be that girl, but there is only one guy here.” Her face swelled in the mist and seemed to seethe with anger, “Just wait girl, you only just started.” The face was wiped out of your view and Laurens slid into the top left corner of your view. Then a new face appeared before you. He was painting flowers on a canvas, then your name is etched into the petals of an elaborate rose. At the bottom of his canvas with such a grace he signed it as Lafayette. His image was swept into the top right as soon as the next figure cane into focus. A man with medium build and a scarf around his forehead was slaving over a mannequin and was making the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. The fabric glimmered like a sapphire in the candle light. He took a step back as a man called out his name, Hercules. Another man entered the field, he was smaller than Hercules,but had a face burned with determination that haunted your heart. Hercules hugged the smaller man, kissed his forehead and said, “Why does it seem like your later every night Alexander?” Alex sighed and just laid into Hercules’ arms. The other two boys merged into this image bringing Lafayette and John into the hug.
The milky void released its hold on you and the woman behind the ball smiles at you. “Go for them, dear. They are waiting.” You run away from the tent and realized it was dark. You checked your phone and noticed it was 11:30 at night and started panicking because Peggy had left without you. You reach for your phone and call John.
“John, I need your help. I’m alone in the park and I’m afraid. Can you please come and pick me up?” you beg. Several voices were heard on the other side of the phone. “Please John?” “I will be there ain’t 8 minutes Y/N.” You stuck your phone into your pocket and hold back your tears.
8 minutes. Why did 8 minutes seem to drag on for what felt like an eternity? Why did you stay outside in the dark? You heard voices and started panicking, but still waited for John to save you like he always seemed to. Ever since elementary school when he said that he’d prove that you were important to him. Lucky for you John took being your white knight very personally and was there in 5 minutes. He ran across the lawn and you threw yourself into his arms and kissed him as fiercely as your body would allow. “Y/N..wait.” John kissed into your lips as he started to push you away. “John. I know everything. The others and you and.. me… we belong with each other. That crazy lady in the tent just showed me everything.” John smiled and almost cried, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that since high school.” He carried you bridal style to his pick up truck. The same car he had used to drive you to school everyday of high school. He sits you in the passenger seat and travels around the car to take a seat in front of the wheel.
You tell him your story and he blushes at the idea of him even being seen in your vision. “When we get to the apartment, let me go first. We have to make this easier on you. 4 guys. Its intense. So I can understand if you want anyone in bed with you, or bot. You can, but we need make sure we don’t force you towards 4 guys in one bed all at first.” John suggests. You nod in response and he squeezes your thigh. You smile at him the same way you have since you met him, but somehow it seems different.
You finally got to the apartment and he asks you to wait outside while he explains the situation to the others. You sit on the floor against the wall and start to panic on whether or not they will accept what have you seen. Then a door opens and a single figure slips through. A slender man with a tight bun on the top of this head. Lafayette.
“Bonjour mi petite ange. Are you ok?” he whispered in a heavy French accent. You weren’t quite sure how to respond so you just nodded your head, completely unaware of the tears that crawled off of your face. His hands reached to either side of your face to wipe the tears away and kissed your forehead. The other 3 boys came outside and watched as Lafayette kissed your forehead delicately.
The boys ushered you inside. Hercules had pulled out a really big tshirt and some boxers for you to put on. He seemed really upset that he couldn’t make you something, but time was the current enemy. Alexander and John had made some hot chocolate for you. And Lafayette had gotten you a cozy blanket to hang out in. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry for putting everyone on the spot like this.” The guys all nodded their heads giving you words of reassurement.
Weeks past and all of the boys had accepted you into the apartment and you officially moved in. The boys made a chart for who got to share the bed with you and who would sleep in the extra rooms. “Guys, isn’t this a little silly?” you would scold. “Y/N we want you to be comfortable and slowly accept all of us.” Alex would continually tell you. “If you say so.” You would always whisper. So first night of the chart was Alexander.
The two of you laid cuddling on the bed watching some cheesy movie about singing cats. You would hold in a snicker whenever Alex would start singing. He would shoot you with his caramel eyes whenever you’d start giggling. “Y/N it’s not very ladylike for you to be laughing at me.” He’d groan. “Oh yeah? What do you know about ladylike?” you sit with your chest against his knees. His senses overwhelm him and causes him to lose all control of his body. You move into his lap seeing an opportunity and started playing with his hair and clinging to his chest. “Oh you poor baby.” You would sigh in an almost mocking tone. “Y/N whatever you are doing, you need to stop, because the others will find ou-” he stops abruptly as you start sucking on his neck innocently. He pushes you away gently and you get a view of the hickeys you have placed on him. “Y/N, whatever you are doing is going to get me in trouble with the other guys.” Alex looked at you with dazed interest. “But Alex…. The chart says I get to choose when.” You whine. “Fine, but you asked for this.” he smirked. You tilt you head in confusion and his mouth latches onto your neck and shoulder. His hands start to roam aimlessly around your body before pinning you down underneath him. “Are you sure you want me to do anything?” he asks quizzically hovering over you. You nod your head, trying not to break contact with his eyes. After coaxing your torso out of your shirt, he lowers a couple of inches and lays with his head on your chest for a minute. He takes your breast into his mouth and starts to suck expertly. You start to moan he stops to put your shirt into your mouth. “We can’t have them hear us, Y/N.” Alex growls. He traces his finger along the length of your body and pulled your waist close to his. You could feel his massiveness against your stomach and gulped. He pushed into you and smiled deviously. “What? Do you want more?” he whispered into your ear. You shimmy out of your pj pants and wrapped your legs around him. Still fully clothed, he began massaging your vagina with his palm and worked you into a point of being wet. Once he decided you were the right level he stopped and switched out of his clothes. He went back on top of you and slid right into you. He froze in pure bliss and kissed you. “Y/N, Y/N, Jesus Christ.” Your hips start to rock into his and push him further into you. Finally getting the message he slams into you as fast as he can. You whisper, “I’m about to..” He slams into you one last time and you ride the orgasm together.
Just as you two finished, the other three walked in. None of them really noticing what happen, were all saying things like, “We heard slamming”, “Are you two alright?” and other things before realizing that the two of you had sex.
Lafayette, Hercules and John all instinctively stripped down to nothing and crawled into bed with you and Alex. “No no no it’s my night with Y/N back the fuck up!” Alex growled. Laurens sat behind Alex started nibbling his shoulders causing Alex to surrender. Lafayette picks up and pulls you into his lap. He starts to suck on your collarbone and massaging your ass. Hercules sits behind you and moves your hair so that he could bite your shoulder. You tilt your head onto Lafayette’s and enjoy the pleasure these two men were giving you. Hercules pulled you back onto his dick and slammed into your vagina. You moan and lean forward to heighten the pleasure. Lafayette and John switched places and John had taken position in front of you. He was kneeling on the bed with his massiveness erect in front of your lips. You waited a beat and took a deep breath, looking at him with your best begging face. His voice let out his drawl and he whispered, “Well darlin, show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth.” You pull him into your mouth and start sucking furiously. You were sucking the tip as hard as you could before he started thrusting into your mouth. He couldn’t hold back anymore. John seemed to be hellbent on fucking your mouth properly, and wasn’t going to stop until he had finished. Hercules pulled out of you and join Alex and Lafayette who were naked messes and cuddling. John pulled out of your mouth and takes your chin in his hand pulling you up. “Where would you like me to finish, darlin?” he whispered his voice husky and smooth like Jack Daniels. You laid on your back and smiled at him. He took this as a sign and slid his dick into you and slowly as he could. Once he was all the way in, he slowly started rocking his hips against yours, and biting your earlobes. He whispers quietly enough that the boys don’t hear him, “Y/N, I have wanted this since we started middle school. I have always wanted just you Y/N, you have always been the goal.” You wrap you arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. He works his way into you harder and faster with every thrust. Your moans turn into screams that echo through the apartment. You released first and John being sure to finish inside of you with one last thrust slammed into and released inside of you.
The five of you laid in bed cuddling for 20 minutes just enjoying each other’s company. You sat on John’s lap with Alex’s head resting on your thigh. Hercules with his arm around John’s shoulder and Lafayette laying on his lap. Everything seemed perfect for those peaceful twenty minutes. Then Alex refueled his ego and started lecturing, “Wait a second guys it’s my night with Y/N so everyone needs to get out. We were watching an awesome movie and having a good time before you all barged in. I don’t do this to you on your night. Why did you decide all of a sudden that it was fair to do this to me? C'mon guys I have waited long and hard for tonight. Please just go. Gilbert, stop don’t give me those eyes. Stop it. Get on out.”
Summary: Dean x Reader: Sam tells Dean and the reader about a new online community for hunters and they both scoff at him, but secretly use it and end up drawn to each other.
Word Count: 3953
Triggers: None really
Y/N = Your name
Note: OK, so by now we all know I’m a filthy liar who can’t control my word count >< The “final” part ran just over 8000 words which seemed a bit excessive, so I split it. Final part is ready though, just gonna read through it and should be posting it tomorrow unless the coworkers tempt me with after work wine. Which honestly might happen, I don’t just get lead into temptation, I have memorised every shortcut.
The anonymity of the computer
screen had made it too easy for you to open up more than you’d ever meant to
open up to anyone. Especially considering you were still fighting your whole
red pill, blue pill battle. You unfortunately came to this realisation quite
late, almost a full month after your first drunken confession to the internet
stranger. By the time you realised you had already spent countless evenings,
nights and the occasional lazy afternoon talking to J.T about all the little
things that occupied your mind. Including your messed up emotional state.
Specifically your conflicting feelings for the two separate hunters.
maybe it was stupid to talk to one of the two men you found yourself attracted
to about said attraction. Actually it was abso-fuckin-lutely the stupidest, most
insane thing you’d done, and you’d done some fucked up shit. Still, J.T wanted
you to share and he had only responded in kind. And since that vulnerable
moment where you had confessed your confused state of mind and him his, your
evenings had often returned to the topic as you both felt so close to each other,
yet still in love with your respective hunting partners. Your conversations
easily ranging from light and easy to what read like a bunch of really really
sad one-line love letters.
time you spoke you found another reason for not ending it. Whether it was the
easy, friendly chats that read like the script of some low-budget sitcom or the
more in depth chats where everything he said made it seem like J.T was reading
your mind. Or like he had just bypassed your mind completely and hooked an amplifier
and full surround sound system directly into your heart. Those nights were
always the sweetest, yet the most bitter and hardest to deal with. Like whiskey
and dark chocolate.
Hugh and Bryan Q&A panel summary (well, only Hugh in this post though)
Poor Hugh had to start the panel alone, because Bryan was still taking his time doing his autographs! In the end, the whole panel lasted close to 1hr extra, but I’m not sure anyone really minded! (Also, once again, apologies for possible inaccuracies, but I tried to make this as detailed as I could!)
-The panel started with Hugh announcing he would not planning to do any one man reenactments of BDSM practices :’D
-The first (oh god haha) question was if he did any preparations for his role in Hysteria? Well, he did hand exercises…also, some guy in customs in Israel asked him “did you do that vibrator movie?”
-Dream project? “Besides the obvious?”. Hugh trusts Bryan, and would take part in any of his projects.
-Will presenting to be “on the spectrum” was a defense mechanism!
-People kept telling Hugh “thank you for being here”, and he just had to emphasize that HE is really happy to be here. (aww)
-Role models: directors who went the extra mile, family, friends.
-Cal is a “very lonely man”. “The last thing I would do would be to practice in front of a mirror”.
-Hugh and Mads joked about Will finding Hannibal’s notes on him, and wondered if Hannibal had a “don’t show this to Will” folder.
-Hugh about Hannibal: Hannibal is an evil genius, getting dressed up in the morning, preparing food etc. “When does that man sleep?”
-Will Graham would be the world’s worst Christian Grey like billionaire: he’d live in the same house, buy more dogs, upgrade his fishing equipment, build a wall around the house…and he’d never take off his glasses.
-Hannibal & Will relationship: To Hugh, when Will asks “is Hannibal in love with me”, it’s weird it hasn’t occurred to him before. Before that question, he saw it as platonic obsessive love. “For both of them it’s a relief from loneliness. Is that not love?”. Meeting a person who answers all your questions, even if they create more questions in the process. The world makes more sense when they’re together. (I really wish I could give a direct quote about this!)
- Will was plenty dark before Hannibal’s influence. Will was born with his mental makeup, as was Hannibal. “It doesn’t matter what kid got eaten”.
-What does Will listen to? “He could be a Deadhead and listens to 70s rock. He could also have a deep love for Austrian chamber music”. Will could be one of those people who are full of surprises, so maybe he played the piano in his house, but it probably came with the house.
-”You could think about these things more in depth. I’m very aware the characters are not real, except Scott’s performance which was rooted in reality”
-”If Will and Hannibal survived the fall…”, “Oh they did”. Maybe Hannibal had a magic toolbox that saved them? The fall was real, not a metaphor. It was a deliberate decision for Will to go off the cliff, he was convinced they both had to go. After the fall, there would be a lot of recuperation going on, and it would allow a kind of character reset. However, a show without Will’s empathy would not the show anymore.