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painted-skye · 1 year

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Lucifer Morningstar NSFW story

* Nsfw* 18+ only. All characters are 18+ and it is all consensual as always~ MC is afab and identifies as female in this

* Original art and story by me @sadspacecat please do not repost without referencing!

* Warnings: some touching/annoyance in a club (at the start, nothing extreme), smut etc... Nothing extreme

* Another slightly long one, hope you enjoy my mindless ramblings~ please note this has not been fully proof read.

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You hated it here. The loud music, the mass of people, not being able to hear yourself think. It definitely wasn't your idea of fun, but your friends wanted to come to the club to celebrate your team winning an award. You had got yourself a drink and clung to the sides of the dance floor, trying your best to bob along to the music that certainly wasn't to your tastes. Your friends had tried to encourage you to come with them to the dance floor but once you refused they had gone off. You could see them having fun and we're happy they were enjoying themselves, but you really wished you could go home. 'just make it through an hour, show them you are part of the team, and then you can leave' you thought to yourself. Suddenly you felt a pair of arms circle around your waist from behind and a mass grinding against you. Shocked and offended you turn round and shove the person away. It was a young man who you definitely did not know. "Woah calm down love, just having some fun" he said, moving forward to grab your waist again. You tried to pry his arms off you "get off, leave me alone!" You shouted at him, Making a desperate attempt to make some space between you and the pervert. None of your efforts worked and you began to panic, eyes darting around the room looking for help, but no one seemed to notice or care. "Please just leave me alone" you say in a stern voice, and you turn away to leave, but the man grabs your arm and pulls you in towards him. As you close your eyes in fear suddenly a different set of arms grab you by the shoulders. Slowly opening your eyes you realise that the arms belong to a tall, slender and handsome man with dark slicked back hair and deep red eyes. He smirks at you and then looks towards the man behind you "there you are my princess, I have been looking everywhere for you" the tall man shouts boldly. You can hear the man behind you whimper a bit and stutter an apology before running off.

The tall man let's go of your shoulders and grabs your hands softly. Relief washes over you, and you suddenly feel safe to be in this man's presence. He slowly leans in by your ear and speaks in a groveled tone "you're safe now princess, are you ok?" His voice made your heart flutter, and the heat of his breath so close to your neck gave you a lump in your throat. He was so handsome. "Yes...yes ...T-thank you" you manage to stutter. Looking him up and down he certainly wasn't dressed for a club, in fact, it looked as though he had just escaped a very important business meeting, with a full suit and dark gloves on his hands. The dark haired man let go of your hands and stood up straight, still smirking he bowed and turned to walk away. "Wait!" You shouted. Something in you made you want to stop him. The man stopped abruptly and spun around, his eyes felt like they were piercing your very soul. "What is it?" He said sharply. "Please let me buy you a drink to thank you, it is the least I can do" you said. His presence made you nervous but something in you wanted to know him. "I hardly think that is necessary" he waved you off, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He liked this woman, she was so awkward and nervous. "Please" you said, and you grabbed his hand and led him to the bar.

"Oh Mr. Morningstar, I'm surprised to see you here" the bartender smiled. You looked up and him confused 'he must be a regular here' you thought to yourself. He chuckled "I was just heading off for the evening, but it seems a lovely young lady is treating me to a drink".

"At your own bar? How peculiar" the bartender said. 'his own bar?!' you thought. "Wait, what do you mean your own bar?" You turned and practically shouted at him.

"This is Lucifer Morningstar miss, he owns most of the bars and restaurants along this strip" replied the bartender.

'Crap' you thought to yourself feeling flushed with embarrassment. That would explain why he was dressed so formally. "Oh I am so sorry Mr. Morningstar, I didn't realise" you bowed deeply to apologise "I will leave you alone, I am sure you have much more important things to do" you muttered as you turned to leave.

"Now where do you think you're going princess? You owe me a drink" he said as he grabbed your shoulders from behind "unless you would rather pay me back another way" he bent down whispered in your ear. A spark of heat flushed through you, and suddenly his hands on your shoulders felt electric. The small contact made you feel excited, but you shook it off 'he is probably teasing me, no man that wealthy would have any interest in you' "ah yes-sir" you timidly turn around and go to order. He stood back observing you. The way you called him 'sir' stirred a wanting in him.

You nervously ordered two drinks, the bartender knowing exactly what drink Lucifer wanted, you chose a lemonade. You turn to Lucifer and hand him his drink. He puts a hand against the small of your back "let's go somewhere a bit quieter" he ushered and began leading you towards a VIP room at the back of the club. You found your mind wandering as you felt his hand press against your back. You caught yourself wishing that he would move his hand a bit lower, that he would lean in close again and brush his lips against your ear and tell you that he wanted you.

You sat down in the room, the music fading away as Lucifer shut the doors behind you. The room was as dark as the club, but had some dim yellow lights. You sat down in the small booth and Lucifer sat down close to you. You tightened up, feeling nervous at how close he was. There was a centimetre of electricity between you. You felt your cheeks blush and a small tingling in the pit of your stomach. There was a brief silence where you felt your mind wander to images of his hands over you. "So, do I get the honour of knowing your name sweet thing?" Lucifer asked as he sat back into the chair. He took a slow sip of his drink and put an arm around the back of the sofa just above your head. You felt a lump in your throat. God he was so close. "Oh yes sir I am sorry. My name is y/n". You looked briefly into his eyes that were devouring your beauty. The intense gaze made you look down at your drink. "Beautiful" he murmured, as he placed his hand under your chin and raised your face to look you in the eyes "do not hide your pretty face from me sweetheart"

"Yes sir" you said.

"Please, you may call me Lucifer princess. Such formalities are strictly for the bedroom don't you think" a smirk crossed his face as he raised one eyebrow, trying to gauge your reaction.

You giggle to yourself, enjoying the attention. "Does it have to be a bedroom....sir" you smirked back, trying to let him know you were interested in what he was offering.

He leaned back slightly, almost surprised at how forward you were. He finished his drink in one quick shot and then turned to face you again "does my princess want a taste of the devil?" He spoke in a smooth velvety voice. His eyes looked you up an down, desperate to see more of your skin.

You could see a bulge growing in his pants, and he didn't even try to hide it. The thought of him wanting you, made your pussy ache.

"Well that depends. Can the devil give the princess what she wants?" You reply slyly.

Lucifer sits up and reaches over you, placing his hands either side of your head, and slides his waist between your open legs, forcing the hem of your dress to ride up to your hips. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and you feel butterflies rush through your core. He presses his forehead to yours, you can feel his hard dick pressing against the heat between your legs. "Darling I will fuck you so good that you will never want any other man's dick again". You melt at those words and push your pussy firmly against the hard-on firmly pressed against his pants, wishing to feel some pressure to soothe the burning desire. "Please Lucifer" you whisper pathetically.

"Where have your manners gone princess? I am in control here, you will obey me" he breathed as he moved one hand down to caress the outside of your thong. It took everything in him to not rip all your clothes off and take you then and there. But he desperately wanted to please you. He began rubbing along the fold of your slip, and at the same time hungrily pressed his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth, which makes him smile lightly. Pushing his tounge into your mouth you fall into a heavy rhythm, youngest dancing between eachother. Every now and then Lucifer would pull away to bite your lip or neck. At the same time his pace quickened around your thong, and you could feel yourself practically dripping at his touch.

"Are you ready my darling? You can say no whenever you don't feel comfortable and I will stop" he murmured gently.

"Yes please" you moan.

Without hesitation at your agreement, Lucifer slowly takes his gloves off, before ripping off your thong. He takes a second to admire your beauty "you're so wet for me" he teased, placing a thumb over your clit "now be a good girl and cum for me" he snapped as he began to slowly rub his thumb in circles. You feel yourself melt into the chair, moving your legs up onto the sofa either side of your hips to give him a show of all of you. As your clit hardens at his movement he stops for a second to lick the glistening juices coating his thumb before he roughly shoves two fingers into your tight hole. The unexpected movement makes you moan in pleasure. His thumb goes back to your clit as he begins to pump his fingers back and forth into your wet pussy, massaging the walls in a way that makes your body arch in pleasure. He leans down and lovingly bites and sucks at your neck, leaving small purple marks. Something in him wanted to make sure everyone knew he had been here. That he owned you. His pace quickened and you could feel heat swelling in your cunt. "That's it princess, you can cum for me can't you?" He growled through his tightly clenched jaw as he pressed hard on your g-spot. "O-oh L-lucifer yes-" you moan as the pleasure bubbled over and you felt your muscles tighten around his fingers. Your body rocked with pleasure as Lucifer continued to slowly massage his fingers in your dripping pussy, bringing you down from your high. "That's a good girl" he cooed. "But I am not done with you yet my darling".

He pulled his fingers out from you and slowly undoes his trousers. You eagerly reach to help but he pushes your hands above your head. "So eager" he smirks, as he continues to undress himself. His dick pops out as he pulls down his underwear, and you gasp at the size, biting your lip as you lust at the need for it inside you. His large hands grip the base of his dick as he begins to slowly massage it up and down. "Do you want me?" He says as he looks down at you lying with your legs spread open. "Please fuck me" you practically beg. With your consent, he dips down and rubs the tip of his dick up and down your cunt, picking up the beautiful beads of cum that you had produced. Every time he got near your opening he would teasingly poke the tip of his dick in, before pulling out and going back to rubbing up and down the outside of your pussy. The movements made you moan, your head only thinking about how bad you wanted him to fill you up. Speaking through his deep breaths he mutters "you're mine now" and you lovingly agree as he pushes himself deep inside you, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you feel the walls of your pussy devour his hard shaft. Lucifer pressed you down into the sofa with his firm arms resting on your hips as he began fucking you hard. Every thrust made you moan in pleasure, hitting all the right spots. "That's it take all of me princess" he grunted between thrusts. You couldn't think let alone speak. You had never felt so full and so fucked before. His pace quickened as you felt the burning desire build within your heat. You moaned loudly, arching your back as you came hard. Legs shaking and your mind going blank. All you could think about was his dick. How good he was fucking you. Lucifer pushed through your orgasm "that's it my love, enjoy every inch of this dick" he said, pulling out. He grabbed your hips and spun you around so you had your ass in the air and your chest pressed against the back of the couch. Before you could catch your breath Lucifer pressed back into you. "My turn" he said, as he began to pound your pussy at speed, using you to pleasure himself. You have never felt someone go so deep and no one had ever hit the spots that he was hitting. It was like his dick was made for you. The room was filled with your moans and his balls hitting your pussy as he slammed into you. Despite his formal composure, you could hear him moaning slightly "fuck you're so good" he whispered.

"Lucifer" you moan, as you felt another wave of pleasure begin to build. His rolling hips lulling you to another orgasm. Just as you felt the wave of ecstacy flow through your body he pushed hard into you, and let out a deep moan. You could feel his dick pulse inside you, against the rhythm of your orgasm. "Fuck. You're gorgeous" he said as he slowly pulled out. Slowly turning around with your weak legs, Lucifer pulls up his pants and straightens himself out. You could see small beads of sweat glistening on his chest which was peaking through the gap in his unbuttoned shirt. You took a moment to compose yourself before sitting up yourself. Lucifer hands you a napkin and he pushes your hair back behind your ears. "Thank you princess" he said as he nestled his face into your neck. "Do you want to continue this back at my place?" He mutters.

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harrysweasleys · 3 years

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caught in the act // f.w

summary: how do you feel about writing a request for professor!fred and professor!reader bantering like cRaZy at hogwarts a few years after graduation and things just ~happen~ between them both? like maybe they try to one up each other all the time or they just dislike one another OR they're secretly dating but try to hide it from the students but the students know anyway? i don't even care what it is, i just desperately need professor fred k love u BYE

warnings: flirty and steamy, mentions of food

word count: 3.7k

a/n: OK so this idea was stemmed from a very long chat between me, @ickle-ronniekins and @wand3ringr0s3 and it has finally been brought to life! this was so much fun to write and i really hope you all enjoy :) [i do not give consent for my work to be reposted on any platform.]

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The familiar echo of the Hogwarts bell never failed to make you jump out of your skin. Especially when you were currently eyeing a class full of students in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional drop of a quill. Their practice exam required lack of noise to the point where you swore you could hear the movements of your ribs as you inhaled and exhaled.

The ringing sound echoed throughout the class for a short moment, the students in front of you all placing their quills down and forming a line towards your desk, their parchment in hand and some of their faces rather sullen. It was only a practice exam, but the real deal was coming up in a few weeks and revisions were taking up a majority of their free time. You couldn’t tell if their expressions were from the work they just did or from the lack of sleep.

You remembered your exam days at Hogwarts. Long, dreary nights in the common room by the fire until the sun came up, your eyes burning out of your scalp from reading scribbles and notes all night long. Those really were the days, weren’t they?

“I don’t think I did so well, Professor,” one of your students, a fourth year Hufflepuff, said with a defeated tone to his voice, “I couldn’t remember the proper spell.”

You had found it rather odd that for a Charms class, the students had to do a written practice exam. It wasn’t your decision — but you surely questioned it.

“It’s alright, Edwards,” you grinned back, “It’s not the final thing. This will only prepare you for the one you take in two weeks. Remember, that one is a performance exam. If you’ve got your wand movements down, you’ll be all set.”

The boy nodded, no trace of a smile on his face as he turned away and trudged out of the class, his overly heavy backpack hanging off of his shoulder.

A frown formed on your lips as the next student walked towards your desk, a confident smile on her face as she handed you her exam paper, “Have a good day, Professor!”

You were about to wish her a good day in return, but a figure by the door caught your attention instead.

Fred Weasley — or, rather, known to his students as Professor Weasley — stood with his hands in his pockets, his button up shirt tucked tightly into his slacks. His hair was short, standing up and looking soft as ever.

He shot you a quick wink, causing you to shake your head with a small laugh before you returned to collecting exams. You couldn’t give away that you were, indeed, dating a fellow professor. You were sure, due to the countless times you’ve popped in and out of each other’s classes, that some of them were suspicious. But you could hardly think about that too much without getting paranoid.

Your students filed out of the classroom one by one, each of them excited to finally be on lunch break. You could hear a few of them mutter a quick ‘good afternoon, Professor Weasley’ as they passed by him in the doorway, none of them striking any sort of conversation, much to your pleasure.

“And what can I help you with?” you grinned, standing up from your chair and placing a clip around the stack of papers, sitting them down in the corner of your desk so you could remember to take them with you and look at them in your office later in the evening. You much preferred to do your grading and marking at night — you felt much more ‘in the zone,’ so to speak.

He walked over to you, hands still in his pockets, “What? Can’t pay my girl a visit during breaks?”

You scoffed, taking out a large stack of paper from your desk drawer and preparing for the class of sixth years you had after your break. Fred was inching closer to you with each passing second, taking strides with his long legs as if time was running out and he was trying to get to you as soon as possible without running. You stifled a laugh at his movements.

“Considering no one knows I’m your girl, I’d say no,” you replied, giving him a small smirk, “We don’t want to get caught like last time do we?”

You mentally cringed, thinking back to when fellow professor Neville Longbottom caught you and Fred at the Hogwarts staff Christmas party, your bodies nearly flushed to each other and his head dipping down to whisper in your ear. That might not be a giveaway, but considering the nature of Fred’s words and the way your eyes grew wide as you gave him a slap across the chest, it was a bit of a statement. Neville had asked you that night if anything was going on between you two, to which you replied ‘it’s late, I need to leave.’

“Well, it would be a shame for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher to be dating the Charms teacher,” he said, a fake grimace on his face, “You’re only the most brilliant person in this entire school. I would be so ashamed if people knew. The highest held Professor, me, dating you, the lowly Charms teacher — a tragedy, really.”

“Oh, excuse me,” you placed a hand over your chest, stepping closer to him and leaning against the edge of your desk, “A shame, you say? I’ll have you know people much prefer my class to yours, anyways. Actually, just this morning, a group of Hufflepuffs told me they liked me best.”

The corner of his lip curved up into a smirk, leaning closer and wrapping his arms around your waist, his hips leaning against yours. You felt his hands slide lower down your back, giving your bottom a quick squeeze.

“Hands off, Freddie,” you poked him in the chest, “This relationship has now become a competition.”

He pursed his lips, “Well, can the academic competition start tomorrow after we perform the, to kindly put it, physical competition in my room tonight.”

You slid away from him, shaking your head, “You are unbelievable.”

“Well, believe it, love,” even though you weren’t facing him, you could hear the smirk in his voice, “This is all yours.”

“Uh, Professor Y/L/N?”

You spun on the spot, colour draining completely from your face. You heard Fred let out an awkward cough, facing the doorway where someone now stood. One of the students from your previous class was standing awkwardly, books in her arms and a confused look on her face.

“Oh, hello, Miss Myers,” you sighed, running a hand down your face, “Professor Weasley, do you mind giving us a moment?” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and the temperature in the room was now a million degrees warmer than it previously was.

Fred grumbled a quick ‘of course,’ and made his way out of the room, turning to give you a wide-eyed expression before closing the door behind him. You let out a deep sigh, falling back into your chair, tossing your hair over your shoulder and looking over at your student.

“Did I interrupt something?” she asked, clearly fighting a grin.

You waved your hand, “No! No,” you tried your best to act nonchalant, letting your student take a seat in front of you, “So, what can I help you with?”

She began expressing her worries for the upcoming exam, all the while you tried giving her the best tips and advice on how to study her charms carefully and safely. You couldn’t count the number of times students had tried their spells outside of the class and had something go horribly wrong. No one wanted to deal with that again.

Though, you kept wondering what she meant by ‘interrupting something.’

You knew that she didn’t mean it in an accusatory manner — you weren’t all cozied up to Fred when she walked in. She couldn’t have seen anything, could she? Even if she did, who would she tell? Headmistress McGonagall was well aware of your relationship with Fred. But she was the only one who knew. You didn’t want to even think about the rumours that would spread if word broke out about your — to put it scandalously — affair.

You honestly weren’t sure what was holding you back from just announcing it. If McGonagall approved, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks for the help, Professor,” Miss Myers’ voice cut your internal rambling short, causing you to shake your head.

“No problem, my door is always open,” you grinned, motioning your hand in the direction of the door. She gave you a bright grin and picked up her backpack, turning to give you a little wave before making her way out of the classroom, once again, the door shutting closed behind her.

A loud groan left your lips before you dropped your head, letting your forehead smack loudly against the hardwood surface.

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The next two weeks felt like a whirlwind. Not only was the end of term approaching as rapidly as ever, but because your fifth years were rushing towards you every hour of the day to prepare for their OWLs, you were feeling rather happy that you only had a few days left before you were out of here. A lot of them seemed to get the hang of their Charms abilities, but many of them still seemed to be a little off. You couldn’t blame them — fifth year was rough — but you really wanted them all to be successful and to pass. Many of your students wanted to go on and be Aurors. A passing Charms mark was kind of a necessity.

“So you’re alright with overlooking the exam?” the Headmistress asked, her pointy hat standing tall on her head as her emerald robes flowed loosely behind her, the two of you walking towards the Great Hall, “You won’t be alone, but I just wanted to double check.”

You grinned, “Of course, it would be my pleasure.”

The walk to the Hall wasn’t long, but you were feeling suddenly anxious. You had poured your heart and soul into the teaching that you had done this year — you only hoped it paid off enough. You didn’t want to disappoint or let your students down. This was the most important exam yet.

The Charms exam was tomorrow at noon, so you weren’t sure why your wand was in a knot just yet, but the anxious bubbles in your stomach hadn’t calmed down over the last few days, to be totally honest.

You walked into the silent Hall, no students present yet, and came to a halt as you spotted the redheaded man standing all the way on the other side.

“Oh, so you’re my ever so lovely companion this afternoon?” he grinned, standing up off of his chair and placing the stack of papers down on the table in front of him, his sweater clinging rightfully to his body and causing you to scan your eyes up and down his figure. He had a pen sticking out from behind his ear and you could see the pleased expression cross his face, even from the other side of the room.

“I suspect you two will behave,” McGonagall said from next to you, her eyes twinkling with some sort of amusement as she gazed between the two of you, eyebrows raised.

“When do I not behave, Minerva?” Fred asked cockily, shoving his hands into his pockets — which suddenly seemed to be a signature move for him. You weren’t really sure where it came from, but you weren’t complaining. It gave him some sort of authoritarian vibe, which was one of the many reasons you felt as if today might be a tough day.

Leaving you and Fred alone, McGonagall left the hall with a quick shake of her head, her little heels clacking loudly. You rolled your eyes, walking over to stand next to him. Even as you walked up the few stairs to the platform, Fred’s height towered over you and caused you to crane your neck up to look him in the eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned, his hands finding their way to your lower back, sliding down so that they rested in the bum pockets of your jeans.

“Fred!” you squeaked, giving him a light slap across the bicep before pulling away, “We’ve almost been caught twice. Third time is definitely not the charm, here.”

He let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating and his eyes crinkling in the corners. You loved the sight of him in a good mood, your heart doing a little flip in your chest as he ran a hand through his hair.

You couldn’t help yourself, leaning up onto your tip toes and pressing a light kiss to his lips, pulling away ever-so-quickly, reaching up and pulling the pen out from behind his ear in the process, putting it down on the little desk next to the chair he was previously seated in.

“Ha! Gotcha,” you grinned, using your index finger to tap his nose lightly.

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, hands immediately finding their way around your waist, “That’s not fair, love.”

His lips quickly found their way down to yours, warm and inviting as always. No matter how many times you kissed him, you never got tired of it. You still got the same amount of tingles and butterflies as you did the first time he kissed you. And that’s not something you ever imagined would change.

“Fred,” you mumbled against his lips, a low groan leaving his throat as you tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp. You could hear the voices of students down the corridor— they were bound to enter the Great Hall any second now. This was not the position you wanted them to see you two in.

“Fine, fine,” he mumbled, pulling away and rolling his eyes. His lips were red and his cheeks were slightly flushed, but he looked as dashing as ever. It was hard for him not to look like this, actually. Something in Fred Weasley’s blood just made him irresistible. You often felt like cursing him out, honestly.

Seconds later, the large door opened and the room was no longer silent. Fred shot you a quick wink, sending your heart into a fluttering frenzy, before you turned to face the oncoming group.

“Good morning!” you announced with a somehow steady voice, “Everyone find your seat so we can begin!”

It took a few minutes, but eventually the group each found their assigned desks and sat down, taking out their quills and parchment.

“You have two hours,” Fred clapped his hands together, echoing loudly throughout the room, “And the two of us will be here if you have any questions. The lovely Professor Y/L/N has volunteered to keep me company, probably because she finds me irresistible—” you rolled your eyes, “—but we’ll both answer any questions you have.”

You looked to the ground, hair falling into your face as you bit your tongue, holding back any snarky remarks towards your idiotic boyfriend. He really wasn’t helping the whole ‘lowkey’ aspect to your relationship.

“Does anyone have any questions before we start?” he asked, lifting his left arm to check the watch on his wrist. You finally peered back up, gazing over at the large clock that was sitting behind you. You immediately regretted not bringing a cup of tea or a snack, but the two hours were bound to fly by. This wasn’t your first time overlooking an exam period, and each time you’ve done this before, it’s never felt like it was dragging on.

“Good luck everyone!” you called out with a smile, clapping your hands together. They all began scribbling away as you finished your sentence, the scratching sound being the only noise you could hear as any previous chatter had now completely ceased.

You walked slowly over to Fred, your hands crossed over your chest as you raised an eyebrow, “Really smooth, you know? Nearly gave us away, you did.”

He shrugged, giving you a lopsided grin, “Oh, come on. Pretty sure half this lot know we’re together anyways. They may be younger, but they’re not completely dim-witted.”

Scoffing and turning your back to the group to face him better, you tried your best to give Fred a serious glare, “None of them are dim-witted, Fred. I’m just saying it would be nice to avoid the drama that comes with public teacher relationships.”

You took a step back as he took one towards you, trying your best to maintain some sort of professional distance. The students might be busy with their work, but that didn’t mean they were blind to the two Professors standing watch at the front of the room.

“I gotta admit, love,” he nodded his head, lowering his voice and leaning in, “the sneaking around has been rather fun.”

His voice sent shivers down your body, goosebumps rising on your skin. You forgot how to breathe for a second, quickly trying your best to regain your composure so the students didn’t see you looking like a fish out of water.

You let out a low cough, clearing your throat and nodding, “It has, hasn’t it?”

The grin on his face was practically contagious, causing the corners of your own lips to turn up before lifting a hand to toss your hair out of your face. You gazed up at him, running your tongue over your bottom lip before pulling it between your teeth, shooting him a wink in the process.

You could see the way his eyes were drawn to your every move, looking at your lips as if in some sort of trance. It caused a little sense of pride to blossom in your chest, to be honest. Fred was often the one who had you locked in a permanent dreamy state. It wasn’t everyday that you had the upper hand.

“Not bloody fair,” he tossed his head back, “Y’know how badly that makes me want to kiss you.”

You smirked, giving him a quick shrug of your shoulders and turning away, swaying your hips as you walked over to the chair that was a few feet away, sitting down comfortably and giving him another wink. You could tell his gaze was on your hips as you walked away — the darker tone in his eyes now locked on you.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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“You’re a real piece of work, y’know?” he groaned in your ear, leaning over you as you organized the pile of recently collected exams, making sure that Fred’s proximity wasn’t a distraction. You weren’t being overly successful at that last part, though. You could smell his cologne and the warmth of his skin as he stood mere inches away, knowing damn well that he was causing you to stutter in your work.

You had been teasing Fred the entire exam period, sending him winks and lingering looks, even being bold enough to run your hand through his hair at one point, making sure to rake your nails lightly down the nape of his neck, enough to cause his body to erupt in goosebumps. He gave you a stern look after that, letting you know that he was now completely and utterly under your charm.

“Am I? Well, this is a competition, if you remember correctly. I think I won.” you spun around, leaning against the desk, a teasing look on your face.

“Oh, you definitely won,” his hands slid around your waist, delicately but firmly. He had a way with body language that was unmatched, you had to admit.

Taking a step closer to you and pulling your body closer to his, he dipped his head and began to pepper your jaw with light kisses.

“Fred,” you giggled, weakly attempting to push him away, “Not right now.”

He groaned against your neck, his lips continuing to press kisses along your skin. It was rendering your mind nearly completely blank, but you tried your best to stay focused, to make sure that you guys wouldn’t get caught and ruin the secrecy aspect to your hidden romance. Plus, you really didn’t want McGonagall to catch you in such a scandalous position.

“Honestly, do you have no self control?” you asked, successfully pushing him away. You missed the warmth of his body pressed against yours, but you had a feeling you’d be getting a lot of that tonight so you weren’t too upset about it. He’d more than make up for it in a few hours.

“Not around you, love,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. You wished you were the one doing it instead, but once again, you had a feeling you’d be doing that quite a bit tonight, so you figured you’d wait until you could do it with no worries of anyone cutting in. He loved the feeling of your hands running through his hair, delicately giving little tugs every now and then.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you picked up the pile of finished exams, “You’re too much.”

Fred followed closely after you as you made your way towards the exit of the Hall, his hands empty but he kept them to himself this time, “But you love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

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After having been empty this afternoon, the Great Hall was now bustling with life. The four house tables were filled with students and food, echoes of distant and nearby conversations reverberating around the crowded room. It wasn’t a sight one could get used to. Yes, you had spent seven years of your youth here, and a few years as a Professor now, but the atmosphere of this room would never quite sink in.

Professor Neville Longbottom, who was currently seated next to you, was rambling on about a mishap that happened in his class that day — something about a first year Gryffindor knocking over eight potted plants — and you nodded along and laughed as he made jokes.

“Can you believe it?” he asked, eyes wide as he munched on a potato, “He thought Mandrakes and Mimbulus Mimbletonia were the same thing!”

You let out an amused snort, “Kind of hard to think that,” you took a sip of your goblet of wine, “But I guess some people don’t have the magical knack for plants that you do.” You nudged him in the side with a smile.

He grinned at the compliment, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red. Neville was two years below you while in school, but his knowledge of plants and nature was way beyond you.

The conversation fell to a lull and Neville became invested in chatting with the person to his other side. You didn’t pay much attention to who it was, as your eyes were now trained to the other end of the table, where the usual seat of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was occupied by your boyfriend.

His eyes were already looking in your direction, causing a heat to surge through your body. A lazy smile was on his lips, and he clearly wasn’t paying attention to the elderly Professor Slughorn seated to his right.

“I love you,” you could read his lips, his eyes bright as they stayed locked on yours. His smile was genuine and loving, quite opposite to the teasing one he usually gave you, and it left your stomach feeling rather fluttery.

You bit your lower lip, fighting a grin, before moving your lips in return, “I love you more.”

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kpopfanfictrash · 4 years

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s is for sexy

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook

Word Count: 1,532

Rating: PG-13

Summary: An accompanying drabble to The Art of War More. This drabble takes place after the events of both TAOM and L is for Lunacy. Jungkook is included in People magazine’s Sexiest Men Alive issue, but you can’t find a copy anywhere.

[ PART OF MY JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY DRABBLE GAME ]

“We’ve made a terrible mistake,” you complained, sinking down on a park bench to rest your chin in one hand.

Coming to a stop, Gina craned her neck to peer over her shoulder. “I agree,” she said. “We should’ve stopped and gotten donuts at that shop I pointed out.”

“Gina.” You looked up. “Read the room, alright?”

“Right, sorry.”

She grinned, plopping down on the park bench beside you. Adjusting her green and white striped shorts, Gina lifted a hand to scan the horizon. A few children played on the slide at the playground, their innocent cackles drifting over the hedges.

Utterly exhausted, you sighed. “We should give up.”

“No!” Gina turned to face you, appalled. “We’re not stopping until we’ve combed every newsstand in the city. Until we’ve harassed every bodega owner! Until our names are plastered under persona non grata in every library!”

Normally, Gina’s speeches were enough for you to crack a smile, but not today. Today was the day Jungkook’s big magazine article was released and you had woefully dropped the ball. To be fair, Seokjin had suggested you order the volume ahead of time, since the People’s Sexiest Men issue tended to sell out, but you completely forgot.

Jungkook had stayed on campus through Senior year, but then had immediately entered the NHL. This was his second full season with the team and already, he was garnering national attention. Much of this was due to a viral clip of your boyfriend removing his jersey at the end of game five of the western conference finals, but said clip wouldn’t have gone viral if Jungkook had been on the bench.

The fact that he got playing time in his first season was remarkable – let alone that he was playing in the semis and was now considered the league’s It boy. Already there were rumors of him being nominated for end of year awards. Jungkook was excited about those, of course, but you and your friends were more excited for this. People’s Sexiest Men Alive.

He wasn’t the cover, of course – that was reserved for A list celebrities – but it seemed Jungkook’s abs had been enough to land him a mention. You’d planned on wallpapering the apartment door with the photo before he got home tomorrow, but that wouldn’t happen if you couldn’t get your hands on a copy.

Unfortunately for you, the issue seemed to be sold out.

Sighing again, you folded your arms over your chest. “Has Seokjin said anything to you?” you asked Gina. “Was he able to find one?”

“How should I know?” she said, somewhat defensive. “It’s not like I know everything Seokjin does or says.”

You stared at her for a moment, unsure how to respond. “Uh – I know?”

“Right.” Gina swallowed, somewhat mollified. “Why don’t we call him?”

Shaking your head at her weirdness, you pulled your phone from your pocket. Honestly, Gina and Seokjin had been acting mad weird lately. They acted all cagey and awkward whenever you asked one about the other. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think they were fighting.

Dialing Seokjin’s number, you leaned back on the bench and listened to his ringback tone. Kim Seokjin was one of the only people you knew – well, him and your aunt – who still had that feature, and Seokjin hadn’t bothered to update his since 2011. It was still Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen.

HEY, I JUST MET YOU! AND THIS IS CRAZ –

“Hello?”

“Seokjin,” you groaned. “When are you going to change that dumb ringback tone?”

“Whenever Carly Rae goes out of style, so never.”

Gina, having overheard, cracked up beside you.

“Anyways,” you said, switching to your other ear. “Any luck on the search?”

“Sorry, but nope. Seems your boyfriend is more in demand than that one donut shop Gina always wants to go to.”

“That, or it’s the fact that Michael B. Jordan’s on the cover.”

“Yeah, probably that.”

“Alright,” you sighed, picking a thread on your jeans. “Thanks for trying, Seokjin.”

“Anytime,” he said and hung up.

As you shoved your phone in your purse, Gina looked at you warily. “No luck?”

“Nope.”

“Hm.” Gina leaned back on the bench. “Maybe we should switch gears here, get creative. We could cut out semi-nude photos of Jungkook and stick them to the pages of last year’s edition!”

“Where would I get last year’s issue, though?”

“Good point.” Gina thought. “You could just stick semi-nude photos of Jungkook to your front door?”

“Gina,” you laughed, shoving her shoulder. “Stop stripping my boyfriend!”

“There it is!” Gina beamed. “I knew I could get you to laugh.”

Shaking your head, your smile faded a little. Gina was right though, this was silly. It would’ve been fun for Jungkook to come home from his away game to this, but it was hardly the end of the world. You would just order a copy online and wait.

Heaving a great sigh, you stood from the bench. “Okay,” you said, turning to Gina. “Let’s head out.”

Gina convinced you to go to the donut shop at least, so you didn’t arrive home empty-handed. That was the reason she gave you at least, although you knew it had more to do with her recently launched donut Instagram.

The box was precariously perched on your hip as you shoved open the door, placing the keys on the hook to kick the door shut. As you turned to walk inside, you started – nearly dropping the entire box of donuts on the floor.

“Jungkook?” you gasped.

Chucking the box on the counter, you dashed across the room.

Jungkook laughed when you reached him, immediately jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. He caught you easily, warm hands on your waist as you buried your face in his chest. Somewhat awkwardly, he walked you towards the kitchen.

“You’re back!” you blurted, pulling back to see him.

Jungkook grinned, rosy-cheeked from your touch. “I’m back,” he agreed, depositing you on the kitchen counter. “Miss me?”

“How?” you demanded, poking his chest. “How’d you get home so fast?”

“I feel so welcome,” Jungkook teased. At the look on your face, he grinned. “Coach cancelled tomorrow’s practice, so I caught a flight back today.”

“Yay,” you said happily, leaning to rest your head on his chest.

The steady thrum of his heartbeat reassured you and for a moment, you allowed yourself to enjoy this. Jungkook smelled as he always did, like light floral and cotton, and the weight of his hands on your thighs made your heart calm.

His thumbs played with the thread on your jeans, which sent your mind to other places – places involving your bed, his ass and zero clothes – but for now, you were content with this.

“What’s in the box?” he murmured into your hair.

“Oh, right,” you said and pulled back. Twisting around, you dragged the donut box towards you and popped the top. “Some might be a bit squished since I threw them. Gina and I went to the new donut place on Lakeview.”

Jungkook’s eyes went super-wide. He immediately bent to grab the closest donut, powdered sugar getting everywhere when he bit into the side.

“Yum.” Jungkook’s eyes rolled exaggeratedly back in his head. “Wow, this is the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten. There’s you, of course, but also – donuts.”

“Obviously,” you said. “There was actually supposed to be another surprise, but I kind of messed it up.”

Jungkook licked powdered sugar off his wrist. “Messed something up? You? Don’t buy it.”

“Suck up,” you teased. “But no, really. I wanted to get your People’s Sexiest Men edition! I was going to plaster it across the front door and embarrass you.”

Jungkook grimaced. “As fun as that sounds, the donuts are better.”

“What? You aren’t proud of how sexy you are?”

“I don’t care about that.” Jungkook swallowed the last of the donut. “As long as you find me sexy.”

Tipping your head back, you groaned. “Okay, now you’re seriously sucking up.”

“Mm.” Placing his hands on either side of your thighs, Jungkook’s nose grazed your jawline. “Anything else you want me to suck?”

“Jungkook!”

Drawing back, his gaze glinted darkly. “Besides, why do you need that photo of me with my shirt off?”

You frowned, perturbed and he reached one hand overhead. Still looking at you, Jungkook did that stupid-hot thing guys do where they remove their shirt with one hand. When his six pack abs were revealed, they left you a bit speechless.

Flexing a little, Jungkook grinned. “You have the real thing.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, shoving his pec. Oh – hard. Sliding down from the counter, you began walking towards the bedroom. “But since you offered…”

Jungkook waggled his brows. “I did.”

“Get in there, sexiest man alive,” you laughed. “Show me what you got.”

“Alright.” Jungkook caught himself on the doorframe with both hands. “But before we go any further, I feel compelled to clarify I’m not People’s sexiest man, just one of them. Michael B. Jordan is the sexiest man alive.”

“Jungkook!” You pointed through the door. “Bed!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a salute.

You stared after him, grinning stupidly before following.

kpopfanfictrash, 2020. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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neverfearforiamhere · 3 years

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR A FOOL’S ENDEAVOR BELOW!!!

/.\

Lure had entirely forgotten the entire concept of ‘Stranger Danger’, it seemed.

Balsam was behind the group, hand pressed firmly to his mouth to keep from saying something or laughing out. Yves merely looked confused at what he was trying to accomplish, Morrick had his face in his large palms, and Princess Vivianne was puzzled- though not as to what her court jester was doing, but as to why the girl was concerned.

Her skin was the colour of honey, dark eyes wide and shining towards the jester, mid-length hair framing her face, nearly the same size as the princess. She looked terrified, scrambling backwards and keeping her eyes trained on that golden mask with hollow, empty eyes as he tried to whisper towards her. There hardly seemed to be a reason to back up her fear, simply shying away from someone she didn’t know trying to engage with her.

Then again, having a brightly clothed jester and his gang practically trapping her in a dark alleyway might’ve been what had done it.

“My momma said not to trust people like you! I’ll never be a princess!” She cried out, trying to wrench her wrist out of Lure’s grasp- who quickly let her go as to keep from scaring her further, though this unbalanced her and she fell to her bottom with a soft cry.

She was wearing a cute little dress, patched up and now dirtied by the sandy makings of the ground. It was made up of various shades of browns, and even had a small corset wrapped around her waist, though he didn’t know if this was sewn on or a separate piece.

“Dear little girl, I never said you would be a princess! I said you could look like a princess! See this dress, this one here?” He ushered Vivianne forward and the princess came beside him, taking his gloved hand. “Wouldn’t you like to look just like her?!” The girl stiffly nodded, cowering and eyes going back and forth between the younger girl and the clown.

“Don’t worry, he’s my friend! You can trust him!” The young royal assured her, offering her own hand to help her stand up. She then let go of Lure’s hand, placing the girl’s held hand into his hand. She gave a noise of surprise and clamped her jaw, looking up at that smiling golden face with something akin to terror in her eyes, but she didn’t fight it as he wrapped his fingers around her hand and led her off towards their hotel.

“Great, perfect! We must’nt dawdle, the quicker the better! Haha!” Of course Lure felt awkward, practically luring a child away- no pun intended- from her home, yet he wasn’t going to do more than take away her clothing!... which sounded worse without the context.

The other three men followed back cautiously, clearly curious and concerned as to what the jester was planning and yet they trusted him enough not to stop him... yet... and halted when he held up a hand to stop them in the doorway and led the two girls in.

Lure explained further in detail the trade and asked for the two girls to undress, making sure they both knew he wouldn’t watch either of them.

The village girl- upon asking her name was Alaya- turned from the jester and quickly stripped off her layers, neatly placing them beside him on the bed one at a time. Lure averted his gaze, turning his head so his mask wouldn’t face the two undressing girls... but Vivianne waved a hand in front of his face, still fully dressed.

Ah, she’d always had nursemaids to dress her. He cleared his throat and adjusted his collar awkwardly before helping her out of the dress and stockings, offering them over in the direction of the girl and feeling them tugged out from his hands. Vivianne was stripped to her undershirt and underwear, and Lure took the stockings the other girl offered and opened a foot for the younger to stick them into, these being a darker brown compared to the creme ones she had been in before. He helped dress her piece by piece, smoothing out the skirts and then bopping her on the nose at the end, where she giggled and smiled.

Alaya twirled in her new dress, tapping the jester’s shoulder and looking to him with wide eyes, now looking more excited and hopeful. “It’s really okay for me to keep it, you’re sure?” She asked eagerly, running her hands down the length of the skirt. “But of course! I told you that you could, did I not?”

“Yes, but... why are you so nice to me?” Lure chuckled. “I can assure you, Young One, we needed this dress just as much. Thank you so much, you’re free to keep it! Enjoy your beautiful new princess dress, Alaya!” He exclaimed, fixing up her hair a bit and patting her on the head. She smiled and twirled before skipping out the door, giving a somewhat wary look to the group of men that crowded around the door, awaiting an explaination. Upon seeing the village girl leaving, Balsam cautiously knocked on the wood.

“Come in!” Vivianne squeaked out, waving towards the group as they gathered in the room. It was a simple room with a single bed and a disappointment of a couch, yet worked well enough for their purposes. She knelt in front of the jester who sat on the bed, combing his fingers through her long blonde curls.

Balsam came to the conclusion first, yet Lure spoke before he could share his theories. “You all were saying she looked too recognizable, and we couldn’t have that! So long as we keep her curls combed out and she wears these rags you would only see on a peasant girl, nobody will suspect a thing!” Balsam looked down to his own clothing and sniffed lightly, to which the jester merely shrugged. Morrick scoffed at the exchange but stayed largely silent, as did Yves who sat down and thumbed through his own bag. Balsam soon joined him and they began making their travel plans for the next day, all the while the jester sang quietly to his princess as he tended to her.

“Thank you, Lure.” She turned around, looking to him with bright amber eyes, giving him a beautiful smile. He bopped her nose with a grin matching that of his mask. “Anything for you, my princess.”

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Just a little something that gives context to this picture!

This took me a lot longer than most of my other drawings did. It might not look like much, but I unapologetically clashed two styles together! Look closely to see the amount of detailed texturing I put in. XD This piece took the longest out of any art pieces I can think of!

This is drawn and written about A Fool’s Endeavor, a wonderful book written by- you guessed it- @mable-stitchpunk!

Art done by me, @neverfearforiamhere. Do not repost without permission or claim it as your own. (Though reblogging does not count as reposting, as it links back to me!! :D)

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mountaingrll · 4 years

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FÍLI X SORCERESS READER

ORIGINAL FANFIC I WROTE ON DEVIANTART

IF YOU WANT TO READ IT ON DEVIANTART HERE’S THE LINK: https://www.deviantart.com/ixdeadlynightshadexi/art/FILI-X-SORCERESS-HUMAN-READER-Chapter-1-838839997

CHAPTER: FIRST CHAPTER

WORD COUNT: 1000 words

READING TIME: 5 minutes and 6 secs

RATINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Fluffy, All Ages

RATINGS FOR FULL FANFIC: Fluffy, 11+, Brief Mentions of Painful Injuries.

LONG CHAPTERS, BUT LESS THAN FIVE CHAPTERS

(JUST SAYING FOLLOW MY DEVIANT ART, LOL)

BAG END AT THE START OF THE HOBBIT

The crispy morning air was rushing through your nostril reaching your lungs. Making every inch of your tired body feel rejuvenated and alive. The birds twittered and frolicked around Bag End and flowers of the shire seemed to speak to each other, as you watched the early sun slowly rise bringing warmth to everything it touches. You were alone in this bliss, well at least you thought you were alone until a twig snapped behind you. You automatically spun around and saw two dwarves creeping behind you, these were the two nephews of Thorin you thought. Fíli and Kíli you met them briefly last night in Master Bilbo’s house when you first met the company.

“Erm…hello (Y/N).” The brown-haired dwarf said, “Thorin told us to tell you that we are leaving soon, Master Baggins still hasn’t woken up and times wasting.” He continued.

“We’re starting our journey without our burglar?” You queried.

“Unfortunately, he seems a lost cause.” The blonde one answered, you thought he must be Fíli, for some reason the sound of his voice made your stomach fill up with butterflies. You hardly got this feeling when it came to men, and it made you uncomfortable. It was best to stay away from him, you shouldn’t have any distractions in this adventure.

“Well, thank you Kíli… and Fíli.” You liked the way his name sounded when you said it, which made you scold yourself even more. “You may tell Thorin that I will prepare my pony soon. Good day.” You finished abruptly. For some reason, the blonde dwarf felt hurt by your rigid antisocial behaviour; and started walking away to Thorin with his head hanging low. You felt a pang of guilt. Though Kíli the younger dwarf did not get the hints you were giving and lingered curiously by your side.

“So, you really are a sorceress?” He tested. You’re ears perked up, and you felt mischievous. Well… you had tried not to interact, it wasn’t your fault that your actions failed.

“Well, yes I am I was taught when I was a wee lass by Gandalf the Gr- “

“Really? Did you hear that?! She was an apprentice of Gandalf! Come here Fíli, it’s not every day you meet a sorceress our age!” Kili interrupted; he was quite slow on social ques, he reached over to Fíli and dragged him so fiercely that he fell almost on top of you. Fíli was obviously mortified and flushed red, he looked down but couldn’t help getting lost in your (e/c) eyes.

“If you’re really a sorceress why don’t you look like one!” Kíli yapped while Fíli’s eyes grew large in shame at his brother’s rudeness. “I mean when Gandalf told us a sorceress was joining us I thought he meant that an old pruney hag would be joining us, who would turn us into toads if we didn’t massage her bunions.” He said carelessly. Your face shot up at Kíli in amusement and bewilderment at his bluntness. Fíli turned crimson and elbowed his brother.

“Kíli can you be any ruder, you mortify Durins and make people uncomfortable.” He whisper shouted while growing as red as a tomato.

“It’s fine Fíli, Kíli’s just curious…though I will turn you into the toad if you call me a hag one more time!” You jeered.

“I’m sorry he doesn’t think before he speaks.” Fíli apologised for his brother. “He just meant he didn’t expect a sorceress to be so young and beautiful….” Fíli stopped speaking realising what he had just said a second too late, while Kíli suppressed a laugh. You looked down feeling your face grow an embarrassing shade of pink. “I…I…erm…sorry…I didn’t mean.” Fíli tripped over his words, though he gave up trying to explain himself for his mouth stopped working. The three of you watched the sunrise over the shire in awkward silence until you couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Well, may I just say that… you weren’t what I expected when Gandalf said that we’d be travelling with dwarves.” You started breaking the silence, which Fíli was grateful for.

“What did you expect of us (Y/N)?” Fíli asked inquisitively.

“Well if you don’t mind my saying so, I expected grey, wrinkly, stout dwarves that only come up to my knee. But you two are quite tall for dwarves, especially you Fíli.” Fíli met your eyes when you said this and your stomach leapt a tad as you looked into each other’s eyes. You were interrupted by Gandalf shouting at you to prepare your pony, though you all ignored his remark.

“What else did you expect of us?” Kíli requested, urging you to continue.

“I expected long white beards and bald shiny heads like Dwalin, with sharp tongues that would say bitter comments at the sight of a female sorceress.” Kíli and Fíli’s eyebrows raised, and you turned to Fíli and said, “Though most of all I didn’t expect such a kind and handsome dwarf such as yourself.” You said in a sly impish voice that made the tips of Fíli’s ears turn pink and his big blue eyes shine even bigger and bluer.

“(Y/N)! This is your final warning, I swear on Saruman, lass if you do not prepare your pony so help me!” Gandalf roared poking his head out of a window of Master Baggins’ House. Though you hardly noticed as you stared deep into Fíli’s eyes, then wandered up to Gandalf in the most enchanting way you could muster making sure that the befuddled dwarves were watching.

BONUS:

Fíli and Kíli watched as you sauntered up the hill to the ponies.

“Fíli, she’s…she’s gorgeous. Imagine. We’ll be with her for the whole journey to Erebor. Sleeping next to her in camps, and you know we might be lucky enough to see…something…. If she bathes close to camp. She’s got excellent hips…” Though Kíli couldn’t say anything more as Fíli grabbed him by the neck and punched him in the nose as his fists trembled in indignation.

“How dare you Kíli, how dare you!? Speak about (Y/N) as if she’s rabbit meat! You should be glad Uncle Thorin’s here so I can’t continue beating you, or you would have lost the ability to feel anything. She may be beautiful and smart though she’s a warrior like one of us. You should be ashamed.” Fíli bellowed.

“Mahal, I knew it. You have feelings for her.” Kíli blurted still in shock as blood ran out of his nose.

“What?”

“For Mahal’s sake, you love that girl!”

“Alright then, I do. I love her, which is much more than you can say. You, on the other hand, would have treated her like a pack of meat if I wasn’t he-“

“Don’t you understand Fíli I didn’t mean anything of what I just said! I just wanted you to admit your feelings for her! I didn’t expect you to murder me!” Kíli barked.

“You meant what you said about her! Don’t turn this around with that excuse Kíli,”

“I made it all up so you would admit your love Fi, don’t worry she’s all yours. She’s gorgeous but I don’t fancy (Y/N).”

“Well then who would you fancy Kíli?” Fíli insisted.

“Well, let’s see. A pale lass with fiery red hair and good with arrows, quite tall too-” Kíli began.

“Good grief Kíli, with that description you’re better off with an elf,” Fíli said bitterly, Kíli was astounded.

“Sod off Fíli, you know I would never fall for an elf.”

I'LL PROBABLY EDIT THIS AND INSERT THE LINK FOR NEXT CHAPTER WHEN I'M FINISHED:

I SADLY DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.

REBLOGS NO REPOSTS!

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seokjins-shoulders · 5 years

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DRINKING AND INKING

seokjins-shoulders

genre: fluff, tattooist!au, kind of crack? but it gets serious warnings: harsh language, sexual themes pairing: min yoongi x reader

DO NOT REPOST, DO NOT STEAL, DON’T DO SHIT

a/n: this is my first fic!! I got a request for this literally ages ago... and I put my heart and soul into, and I’m very proud of it. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but please be gentle I’m weak lol anyways, enjoy the fic!! lmk what you think, and have a wonderful day! love you~~~

“You fucking fell asleep on his lap right before you were going to suck his dick.”

When your roommate suggested a night out on the town, it seemed like a decent idea at the time. And with her help, you picked out an outfit and did your makeup.

What a fool you had been, for letting her talk you into wearing a pair of her stilettos.

Now, you were outside a bar, whining to yourself as you nursed your aching feet. It was nearly one in the morning, and you were dying to go home. You sent another text to your roommate, who was still inside, probably grinding against some poor person—she was definitely a wildcard.

And what a fool you had been yet again, when you neglected to bring a jacket. You’ve always been sensitive to the cold, but like the idiot you are, you thought you could brave the cold tonight.

“Chilly?” Someone asks to your left. Damn, his voice is deep.

“Like a pepper,” you replied instinctively. You laughed awkwardly, cursing yourself inwardly as you glance to your left. “Sorry, that was reflex—“

You choked mid-sentence. God, was this guy attractive. He was hotter than a freshly microwaved hot pocket. His features were soft, but sharp at the same time. His deep brown eyes were glinting with something you couldn’t pinpoint, both mysterious and enticing.

“You okay?” Hot pocket asks, biting his lip to repress a laugh.

“F-fine, yep!” You stutter, face flushed. “Choked on some... uh, air.” Why were you like this?

“Here.” You blink, surprised, when you’re suddenly handed his jacket.

“Oh, I can’t take your jacket,” you say, feeling your rising blush, “I don’t even know you.”

“You’ll get frostbite if you don’t,” He teases, leaning back against the bar’s wall, now wearing only a plain black shirt.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

When Hot pocket nods, you finally slip on his jacket. You’re embarrassed, but the warmth of the jacket is too good to refuse. And it smells like Heaven, oh lord.

Then, you finally notice the array of tattoos coating his left arm. There are painted roses, songbirds, and symbols, as well as beautiful phrases written in impressive script. You feel yourself starting to stare, but you can’t find it within yourself to look away.

“Like tattoos?” His voice snaps you back to reality.

Face red yet again, you tear your gaze back to his eyes. “Yeah, always have. Where’d you get them done?”

“Local parlor.”

“They’re beautiful,” You say with a smile, inching towards him to get a better look.

He chuckles, extending his arm so you can get a better look. Every tattoo on this man was beautiful, but none compared to the initials written along his collarbone.

“What’s your name?” His question derails your train of thought before you think to ask him what the initials mean.

“Name?” You ask. “L/N Y/N... you?”

“I’m—“

“Y/NNNNNN!” Your roommate suddenly interrupts with her loud slur. She stumbles over to you, hiccups, and proceeds to rest her chin (and her entire body weight) on your shoulder.

“Jiyeon!” You exclaim, surprised to see her. She’s usually partying until three in the morning on average.

“Y/N!” She imitates you drunkenly, bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Your friend?” Hot pocket says with a devilish smirk, raising an eyebrow. Fuck, that’s attractive.

“Y-yeah, my roommate—“

“Who is he?” Jiyeon interjects. She looks him up and down, then turns to you and smiles. She nods approvingly.

You blink at her. “What are you nodding for?”

“Oh, so you aren’t going to hook up with him?” She hiccups, then coughs and seems to throw up in her mouth a little.

Hot pocket laughs gently. Fuck, husky. “She looks pretty wasted... I’d bring her home.”

“Yeah, good idea.” You mumble distractedly, as you try to make sure Jiyeon doesn’t hurl. “I’ll take her home... sorry about that!”

“No worries.” He says, waving as you lead your drunk roommate down the sidewalk.

“He was so hot!” Jiyeon yells, ignoring your pleas for her to be quiet. “I would’ve sucked his dick, for sure.”

“Ji, he can probably still hear you!”

“But Y/N, look at his face! Guys like him always have massive—!” You smacked your hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

You throw a nervous glance behind your back—and there he is, laughing. Terribly embarrassed, you rush even faster down the street and ignore your aching toes.

Hours later, a new beautiful morning. Everything is fine and dandy as Jiyeon nurses her hangover and you prepare some cereal for her.

Except for one thing.

You forgot to return his fucking jacket.

How do you do such a thing? A guy, an unbelievably attractive guy, you hardly know lends you his nice jacket, and you accidentally steal it? Wow.

“Hahhhhh,” Jiyeon mocks you, half groaning and half laughing. “I can’t believe you stole his jacket. And you don’t even know who he is!”

“Be quiet, Ji.” You hiss at her. She only laughs at you, greedily accepting the bowl of soggy cereal.

You sigh, flopping down onto the bed next to your roommate. You groan, but she gives you no acknowledgement. You groan a second time, obviously trying to get her attention.

“What?” She huffs sarcastically after swallowing. “You told me to be quiet.”

“Ji,” you complain, “help me.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N?” She asks through a mouthful. “I don’t know who this guy is. I don’t even remember what he looks like.”

“But I have to return it!”

She rolls her eyes, setting the now empty bowl on the bedside table. “Look, think of it like this. If he really cared about the jacket, do you think he would’ve lent it to some random girl outside a bar in the middle of the night?”

“I guess not, but—“

“Ah,” Jiyeon cuts you off. “Think about it. He would’ve stopped you if he cared about it.”

You contemplated for a long moment, before finally conceding with a sigh. “I guess you’re right.”

“As usual.”

“Shut up, loser.” You groan, flicking her forehead playfully as you get up.

“Hey! I helped you!” Jiyeon laughs, sticking her tongue out. “Now go get my computer for me, won’t you? I want to watch Netflix.”

A week later, you find yourself in a similar predicament from the week prior. Except this time, there’s no Hot pocket, and it’s just you struggling to control a wildly drunk Jiyeon.

“Ji, please.” You groan. “Let’s go home?”

“No!” She all but roars. “I want to get a tattoo!”

She stumbles off towards the parlor that just so happens to be down the street. You have no choice but to follow her.

Jiyeon throws open the jingling door of the parlor, stepping in and announcing herself: “My name is Kim Jiyeon. Ink me up, bitches!”

The parlor is an aesthetically pleasing place. The floor’s were dark wood, the black walls were covered with different pieces of art and photographs. Along the left wall, there was a stairwell going up the second floor, and adjacent to the stairwell was a door. There was a classy front desk in the midst of the room, and on the opposite side, there were a couple chairs and a comfy looking couch.

The guy seated at the front desk whistles, swivels around in his chair and slips into the back room through the door. You hear him speaking to the other employees: “We got a couple of customers. One’s totally plastered.”

“Jiyeon, come on.” Your grab her wrist, trying to drag her out of the parlor. “You’re going to regret this. Please come home?”

“But I’ve always wanted a tattoo.” She whines. “And now I can, like, do it! I already know what I want to get.”

“And what’s that?”

“His name? Tattooed on my rib?” She suggests, all too innocently. “Isn’t that a nice idea?”

You sigh. “Please think this through. We can do this another day? When you’re not drunk?”

“But Y/NNNN.”

“Please, Ji?”

She huffs and bites her lip, finally giving in. “Fine, but when I do get it, you’re coming with me!”

“I hear someone wants to get inked up?”

Oh my god, that voice.

You spin around, meeting the ever so mysterious and enthralling gaze of Hot pocket.

“Oh!” He smirks, amusement lighting his eyes up. “Hello, Y/N.”

“H-hi!” You say, still dumbfounded. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he says. Then turns to observe Jiyeon. “Is she drunk again?”

“She’s getting over a bad break up,” you supply, rubbing Jiyeon’s back as she absently picks at her manicured nails. “I’m so sorry about all of this... we bothered you last week, and now we’re invading your parlor...”

“It’s no trouble, really,” he says, never losing his smirk. “Honestly, you two are quite the duo. Very entertaining.”

“Yoongi, should I set up the chair?” The guy, the young and handsome fellow from before, steps out from the back.

Yoongi waves him off. “No need, Jungkook.”

“Yoongi? That’s your name?” You ask as Jungkook leaves yet again.

“Yep. Min Yoongi, yours truly.”

“Oh. I like it.”

“Thank you.”

You wink awkwardly, and he smiles in response. Your curse your awkwardness, but you find you quite prefer the gummy smile over the smirk.

“Y/N, are we going to leave, or...?” Jiyeon slurs from beside you.

“O-oh yeah! I should, uh, go.” You smile, shooting him a finger gun. What the actual fuck are you?

He chuckles. “It was fun. I’ll see you around, I suppose.”

“Hopefully.” You say, earning one more small smile from him. You wave as you slowly lead your drunk roommate from Yoongi’s parlor.

You listen silently as Jiyeon drunkenly rants to you about her ex for the billionth time as you walk home. You try to pay close attention, but your mind can’t help but wander back to Yoongi and his tattoo parlor, and his gummy smile.

And as Jiyeon begins to intoxicatedly curse her ex’s entire existence, you bite back a smile of your own.

You feel like a lovestruck teenage girl; you can’t seem to stop thinking about Yoongi. His smile, his style, his tattoos, all of which seem to constantly occupy your thoughts.

You want to see him again—obviously. But you don’t know how to go about visiting him in his tattoo parlor.

But then, your eye catches the familiar jacket hung over the back of your desk chair. It’s exactly what you need—a sensical and casual reason to pay the Hot Pocket a visit.

You snatch up the jacket, fix your hair and grab your shoes, and make your way out the door.

The walk is rather quick, only a couple blocks away from your and Jiyeon’s apartment.

The parlor’s door jingles when you push open the door.

“Oh, it’s you!” A familiar face greets you. You recognize the handsome boy as Jungkook. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Hi... Jungkook, right?” You smile, walking up to the counter. “Nice to see you.”

“You too, Y/N—“

“Jungkook, can you go get me a few paper towels from the storage closet?” A voice yells from the back.

“One moment!” He yells back. “We have a visitor!”

“Not a customer?” They reply.

“She’s Yoongi’s friend!” Jungkook answers, sending you a quick wink.

“Oh!” The owner of the voice, a pristinely handsome young man, steps out from the back room. He’s wearing a plain white shirt, dusted with what looks like charcoal or graphite. “I’m Seokjin, but call me Jin. It’s nice to meet one of Yoongi’s friends.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call us friends.” You smile awkwardly, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. “We’re just strangers who keep running into one another.”

“Well, all the same.” Jin replies.

“Who are you talking to?” Yoongi asks as he descends the nearby staircase. “Y/N?”

“H-Hey!” You turn to face him, hating how giddy you sound. But admittedly, he looks as delectable as ever.

“Funny seeing you here.” He smirks. “But, what for?”

“I wanted to return your jacket.” You stick out the jacket from the night days ago.

“Oh!” He exclaims, accepting it. “Honestly, I completely forgot about it. Thank you.”

“Wait!” Jungkook cries out suddenly. “Is Y/N the hot girl you were trying to pick up that night?”

You choke on your own spit.

“Ok! Jungkook, you have an essay to work on for college, right?” Jin says all too loudly, dragging the younger boy away. “I’ll help you! Let’s go do that right, in the back room, and leave them alone.”

The look in Yoongi’s eyes can only be described as completely and utterly dying inside. As you try to come up with something to respond with, you hear Jin hollering at Jungkook: “JUNGLEBOOK, YOU THOUGHTLESS LITTLE—“

Yoongi pushes the door closed before anything else can be heard.

“Ahaha...” You laugh awkwardly, as Yoongi turns towards you.

“I’m sorry about him,” He huffs with an embarrassed smile. “Jungkook takes a lot of things out of context. And just, does whatever with them.”

“Oh, yeah, d-don’t worry about it,” You say, stumbling over your words. “I know you wouldn’t think of me like that—I mean, like in that context—you know what I mean, I hope...”

“No, no, it’s not that I think you’re unattractive,” he quickly states. “You definitely are! Wait, uh, this is... getting—“

“So! How long have you known Jungkook and Jin?” You interrupt him, swerving away from the awkward topic. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire–you prayed they were horribly red.

You pretend you don’t see the relief in his eyes as he answers you. “I’ve known Jin since college.. and he and Jungkook are practically brothers, so he introduced me to him.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” You smile. “Do you guys run this parlor together?”

“I own it with another friend of ours, Namjoon.” He supplies. “He’s a really talented artist—taught me a lot.”

“Oh, there are more friends,” You raise your eyebrows in interest.

“Seven of us total—well, Namjoon’s overseas right now.”

”Are you all tattoo artists?”

“Just me, Jimin and Namjoon. Jungkook’s still learning. If you come around again, you’ll get to meet the rest of them.”

You hate how your heart leaps at his suggestion of you visiting again. You nod eagerly, almost too eagerly. “Yeah, I’d love to meet them. I need more friends,” You laugh. “All I have is Jiyeon.”

“Oh? How long have you been in this area?”

“Jiyeon and I moved here together after we finished college. She’s pursuing music, and I had a job opportunity here.”

He raises one of his perfect eyebrows at you. “What do you do? For a living, I mean.”

“I’m a waitress, but I’m writing a book—well, trying to.”

“That’s amazing.” You’re surprised by the earnest interest in his voice. Your heart does a few excited backflips.

Your eye catches the elaborate piano tattoo on his left bicep. You can’t help but point it out. “I like this one a lot. Who did it?” You ask, gently grazing it with your fingertips. Neither of you had noticed how you’d subconsciously drifted closer to one another.

“Oh,” Yoongi’s eyes turn sad as he looks down at the tattoo. “A friend.”

Obviously, it’s a sensitive topic. You don’t know how to react, so awkward silence creeps in. Thankfully, before it becomes too unbearable, your phone bings with a notification.

“Jiyeon wants me to come home early. She says it’s going to storm tonight.”

You really want to stay. To make things less awkward—maybe even comfort him.

“Bummer.” Yoongi replies, stepping away from you as he finally seems to notice the proximity.

“It was nice to see you again.” You try to smile, zipping your jacket up.

“You too.” He sounds distant, waving half-heartedly.

His eyes still look sad. You don’t like the sight of him in such obvious pain.

“Bye, Yoongi.” You say, the door bell jingling as you push it open as rain begins to fall outside.

His goodbye is drowned out by the sudden storm.

“Jiyeon, you don’t understand! It was so fucking—auGHHHh!”

Jiyeon rolls her eyes, throwing her damp towel at you—she had just gotten out of the shower and had been drying her hair. “Calm down.”

You catch the towel before it can smack you in the face, instead throwing it behind you. “He got all personal and emotional and it was so rough, we were meshing so well and then—“

“What’s to say the meshing disappeared?” She asks, cutting you off. “I’m sure it’s fine. He probably wants to see you again, let’s be honest. How about we visit the parlor tomorrow?”

“I—… I don’t know about that.” You protest weakly.

“Why not?”

“We have to have a reason for dropping by.”

“Who says?” Jiyeon snorts.

“Society.”

“Shut up, Y/N. You’re being an idiot,” she says. “If you like him, just fucking talk to him.”

You give up, falling back on her bed as you groan gracelessly and loudly. Jiyeon snorts a second time, as she sits down in front of her vanity and begins to apply makeup. You perk up, eying her curiously. “What’re you dressing up for?”

“Oh, I, uh, have a date.”

Your jaw fell open. “What? A date?”

When she bit her lip and nodded, you couldn’t help but spring up in excitement. You were thrilled for her. Her last breakup with her last boyfriend, Jongin, had been nasty, and she had desperately needed to move on. It had been two months since their split, and Jiyeon had been either moping around or going wild ever since. You knew she still cared about Jongin, but you were proud of her for getting out there.

“That’s amazing, Ji! I’m so happy for you!” You fling yourself at her, sweeping her up in a hug. She scoffs and tries to push you off, despite the fond smile pulling at her lips.

“Yeah, well, gotta move on sometime.” Jiyeon said softly. Suddenly, she got an evil look in her eye, that you just barely caught. She smiled, slow and deliberately. “Y/N.”

You blinked, pausing. “What. Why do you look like that.”

She let out an ugly giggle before saying, “I’m not going to go on this date—“

“WHAT!? WHY NOT—“

“—unless you go talk to Hot Pocket.”

You stopped working for a moment. Jiyeon leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew damn well you were desperate for her to get back out there, and how much it meant to you for her to try to get past Jongin. It was a little wrong to manipulate you this way, but Jiyeon was Jiyeon.

“Jiyeon, there’s no way—“

“You’re doing it.” She had already decided.

“I can’t! How!? I’m a lump of cringe!”

Jiyeon snorted for the thousandth and swiveled around in her chair. “You’re not a lump, idiot. You got lumps.”

You groaned, lightly thwacking her head. As she cursed at you, you flopped onto her bed for the second time that night. You knew Jiyeon was serious about not going on the date unless you talked to Yoongi.

So here you were, a week later. You had procrastinated as long as you could, until Jiyeon put her foot down and made you go by yourself. She had gone on the date, and on a second date, with the mystery man named Chanyeol, and was now making you hold up your end of the “deal.”

But you just didn’t know how to go about this. So you stood across the street from the same tattoo parlor, contemplating how the Hell you should go inside and look casual as you try to start up a conversation with them. You were getting frustrated with yourself, so you decided to just go for it.

“Fuck it,” you murmured to yourself, “I’m a bad bitch.”

You crossed the street, and got to the front of the tattoo parlor. You hesitated for a split-second before pushing the door open and stepping inside of the warm building.

“Y/N?”

You look up, smiling giddily after meeting Yoongi’s eyes. He’s sitting behind the front desk, with a sketchbook and pencils spread out in front of him. You walk up to the front desk, trying to remain as chill as a bill as you say, “It’s me.”

“What’re you doing here?” He asks.

“Oh, I was, uh, walking home from work and I thought I’d pop in.” You weren’t lying—you had been walking home from the diner you worked at when you noticed the parlor was along your usual route home. Coincidentally, that same moment Jiyeon texted you, demanding when you were going to visit Yoongi and the parlor.

“I’m glad you popped in,” he finally smiles, and you feel stupidly relieved by the sight of it.

You leaned forward onto the desk, looking at the intricate drawing on the sketchbook’s paper. You can’t help but gape at its beauty. “Woah! That’s such an amazing drawing!”

He glanced down at his artwork, his cheeks immediately flushing a light pink. “Oh, this?”

It was a gorgeous drawing, skillfully sketched and beautiful drawn. It depicted a lone piano, sitting within what looked like an abandoned room—the floors were dusty and the windows boarding up. Flames could be seen licking through the cracks in the windows and around the room. It was mysterious, haunting and incredibly realistic.

“What do you mean, ‘Oh this?’ This is so beautiful, Yoongi!” You realize you’re gushing, so you bite your lip to stop from acting like a fangirl.

He laughs sheepishly. You can’t help but notice just how deep it sounds. “I’m glad you like it so much—I was kind of insecure about it.”

“You have no reason to be whatsoever,” you say, “I can’t get over how great it is. Are you always this amazing?”

“You should see my other drawings,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that self-deprecation I hear?”

“Whatever do you mean?” He snorts sarcastically. “I would never not self-deprecate.”

You laugh, loudly and genuinely. He smiles his adorable gummy smile, and soon, the two of you are talking easily and enthusiastically. The two of you drift from topic to topic, and you learn lots about him. He’s dyed his hair a lot in the past, and he used to play the piano. He was originally from Daegu, but moved to Seoul to pursue music and art. Somehow, you weren’t surprised to hear he dabbled in rapping and producing music. Maybe it was the way he talked, gracefully and smoothly, that subconsciously lulled you into the idea.

You wear surprised when you heard just how talented he was, when he shyly showed you a song called “So Far Away.”

“What the Hell?!” You yelled with a huge smile, making him blush as the song playing on his phone ends. “That was fucking amazing, Yoongi! Holy shit! Who was singing with you?”

“Jin and Jungkook,” he answers.

“Damn,” you drawl. “Boys got pipes.”

“Indeed,” he chuckles, tucking away his phone. “Well, I showed you my song. I vote you show me your book.”

You blank for a moment, before blinking slowly at him. “M-my book?”

He nods, and you hide your face in your hands as you groan. He’s right, you do owe him after he showed you his masterpiece of a song. “I’m guessing you don’t have your rough draft right this moment? Damn.”

“I didn’t expect for anyone to be reading it,” You confess. “Like ever.”

Yoongi snorts. “If you want to be a writer, you have to put yourself out there.”

“Well, same goes for you and that song!”

Immediately, he gushes and rubs the back of his neck, “It’s not even that good—“

“Are you kidding? You’re kidding. Yep. Funny joke, Yoongi!” You fake a laugh, sounding completely ridiculous.

Yoongi snorts, sputtering out a laugh. “You sound like a whale!”

“Rude!” You hit him playfully. “Are you calling me fat?”

He faked a gasp. “I would never.”

You roll your eyes, and the two of you are laughing together as everything falls into place until your phone bings with a notification. You pause, pulling out your phone to see a new message from Jiyeon, wondering where you were. It was then you realized you and Yoongi had been talking, alone, for nearly two hours.

“Who is it?” He asks, leaning back in the chair.

“Ah, it’s Jiyeon. She’s wondering when I’ll get back,” you answer.

“Yeah, what time is it? I’ve kept you hear for—holy shit, two hours?!”

You can’t help but laugh at his reaction. “I didn’t even notice. I should probably get going, I guess. It was great to see you.”

Yoongi nods, and you nearly miss the disappointed look in his eyes. You give him another smile, and wave as you turn around to leave, when he calls out to you. “Wait, Y/N, give me your number.”

You turn around, trying to hide your eager excitement. “My p-phone number?”

“What else?” He asks with a smirk, sending a shoot of excitement up your spine. The two of you quickly exchange numbers. “Great,” he says, leaning back. “I’ll text you sometime.”

“Cool beans,” you say, giving him finger guns. What the fuck are you? “Bye Yoongi.”

You don’t really want to go home, but you could tell Jiyeon was getting a little worried. It was dark outside, and undoubtedly cold. Zipping up your jacket and securing your hat, you pushed open the door just as Yoongi called out behind you.

“Y/N?” You turned to face him. “Make sure you visit again.”

You heart feels like it’s exploding with giddiness. “Will do.”

And you do. For the next couple weeks, you would visit the tattoo parlor almost everyday on your way home from work. Sometimes you’d spend ten minutes there, and sometimes you’d spend nearly three hours there. You felt comfortable saying you had become friends with Yoongi and the other boys.

“Y/N, what do you think of this?” Jimin asks you, showing you a sketch he was working on. You and the fluffy blond had met over three weeks ago, and you had become fast friends. He was incredibly genuine, sweet and funny—and an amazing tattoo artist and dancer.

“That’s fantastic,” you say, through a mouthful of the chips you were sharing with Taehyung and Hoseok. You got along just as well with the two of them just as well—both were sincere, caring and great people. Taehyung and you had a joke of constantly mocking one another’s fashion choices, and you and Hoseok had bonded quickly over a shared favorite book series.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, nasty,” Jungkook chided you, and you respectively swatted at him. He dodged you with a laugh, when Namjoon stepped out from the backroom.

“Where’s Jin?” He asked absentmindedly as he signed into the computer on the front desk. You had only recently met Namjoon some two weeks ago, but he was just as kind as the rest of the boys.

Jungkook shrugged. “Last I saw, he was going out to get coffee.”

“Ooh, I want coffee.” Hoseok mumbled to himself.

“Ooh,” Taehyung imitated him in a warbly voice, making you snort.

“Shut up,” Hoseok quips back, playfully shoving Taehyung off the couch you three were sitting on. You couldn’t help but cackle at the odd sound resembling a shriek that Taehyung made when he landed on his side.

“Children,” Jungkook says as he rolled his eyes.

“YOU’RE THE YOUNGEST,” You holler, throwing a chip at him—which he caught in his fucking mouth. “WOAH—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“HAH!” Jungkook chokes on the chip. “I—I’m a GOD!”

“So fucking loud,” You’re the only one who catches Yoongi’s soft complaint when he comes thumping down the stairwell, wearing sweatpants and a plain tee. How he manages to be so delectable so easily, you have no idea.

You jump up off the couch to go greet him, and to tease him about how messy his bedhead is. “Were you sleeping?”

“Naps are my crack,” he says sleepily, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You laugh quietly, teasing him gently while wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug as he pretends to fall asleep again. The hug is perfectly innocent—but you can’t help but long for more. You want him to hold you and look deep into your eyes. You want him to stroke your hair and hold your hand. You want him to whisper words of love and kiss you.

But you’re just friends.

You break away from the hug to avoid it becoming too awkward, and you miss the red color of Yoongi’s flushed cheeks, and the way his eyes keep darting back to yours.

“Yoongi, come here,” Jimin calls, “Look at my sketch?”

“Yep.” Yoongi answers, flashing you a smile as he crossed over to look down at Jimin’s work.

You watch him intently as he talks to the blond, as he points out critiques and gives thoughts on Jimin’s beautiful artwork. You adore the look in Yoongi’s eyes whenever it comes to art. He lights up like a strand of Christmas lights whenever the two of you discuss anything artistic. It was obvious he loved what he did. It reminded you of your passion for the arts, particularly creative writing.

“Wow.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear Jin’s voice beside you. “Jesus! You scared me,” You breath, hand over your chest.

“Sorry,” he apologizes lightheartedly. “But really, wow.”

“What?” You blink.

“How can the two of you be so physically affectionate towards each other and not be dating?”

You blank, heart suddenly pounding a million miles per hour. You laugh awkwardly at him, “Jin, don’t be silly. We’re not dating—we’re just friends.”

He snorts. “I don’t believe it for a second. Here,” he says, now switching the topic, “I got you a coffee.”

“Thanks, Jin. I should get going now though,” You say as you accept the coffee. “Bye guys!”

A chorus of goodbyes yell back to you. “Bring Jiyeon next time!” Jimin adds.

“Will do!” You smile, waving to them. You catch Yoongi’s eye before you leave, and he gives you a small smile. You feel fuzzy at the sight of his small, personal expression. You mouth a private goodbye to him, before turning to leave.

It’s cold outside, you realize, when you step out of diner. Usually, you’d be home with Jiyeon, cuddling under a blanket and watching whatever show she’s currently obsessed with. But your bitch of a boss made you work a double shift.

“You’re where?” You ask Jiyeon over the phone, as you start your usual route home. You can’t help but feel a little spooked by the darkness of the night.

“I’m on a date with Jimin!” She squeals, sounding like a teenager.

“W-what? What happened to Chanyeol?”

“Oh. Turns out he was gay for some guy named Bacon or something. He moaned his name when we were fucking.”

“And you only just told me now?!” You demanded, completely shocked. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Jiyeon and Jimin getting closer whenever she would come to the parlor with you. What you hadn’t expected was Chanyeol to be gay and her and Jimin to start dating so quickly.

“You’ve been so busy with Yoongi, after all,” She says back. “Practically fucking each other.”

“What!? Jiyeon!”

“What? Don’t deny it, Y/N!” She practically shouts. “You’re, like, eye-fucking each other all the time! The whole ‘I-would-die-for-you’ looks and all that.”

You balk. You don’t know what to say. You can hear Jiyeon laugh on the other side of the line. “Oh, sweetie,” she cooes, “You didn’t even realize your own feelings, did you?”

“…Do we really look at each other like that?”

She howls with laughter, and you’re left shouting at her to shut up, your cheeks on fire.

“Oh, Y/N, I love you so much,” She says, still laughing, “Have fun now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Fuck you, Jiyeon. See you tomorrow morn—wait, morning?! Are you going to sleep—“

“—Bye Y/N.”

And with that she hangs up the phone, leaving you to yourself. You grumble absentmindedly as you slip your phone into your back pocket. As you walk along the sidewalk, you can’t but overthink what Jiyeon had said to you.

She’s right.

You do like Yoongi. You feel it whenever your heart would flutter whenever you would see him, how it would nearly explode whenever you two would hug, or have intense and amusing discussions with each other. But you don’t know how to go about it. You want more, but you don’t want to ruin what you had going. You two have managed to become so close despite how awkward and weird your initial meeting had been.

“This is so…” You mutter to yourself, shivering as you walked. Already, you’re stressing out about the potential relationship with Yoongi. You really want it, but you didn’t know how the hell to go about it. “Ah, fuck me…”

“I didn’t peg you for the casual type,”

You startle at the sound of Yoongi’s silky voice, nearly falling over. Next to you, from where he’s leaned against a storefront, he laughs at your reaction. You scowl at him as he extends a hand to help steady you.

“Jerk,” you snap playfully, rejecting his hand.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Yoongi says, chuckling under his breath, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Jesus, Yoongi,” You sigh, steadying yourself after finally accepting his help. “What are you even doing out here? ”

It’s one hell of a coincidence. You had just been grilling yourself over your feelings for him, and now here he is, with a sexy smirk and fluffy-looking hair. You try to ignore how hot your cheeks feel, and how much your heart’s racing.

“You didn’t visit, and you always come on Fridays,” he confesses, “And I got worried about you. So I thought I’d walk to the diner, see what’s up.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” You smile, “Bitch boy made me work another shift. Apparently I’m not working hard enough as it is.”

“Damn, waitressing sucks ass, doesn’t it? Was that what you were complaining about?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Complaining? When?”

“When you said, ‘Ah, fuck me,’ that?”

“Oh!” You squeak, feeling your cheeks get even warmer. “Yeah, no, that was… something else,”

“Oh,” he says dumbly, your reaction confusing him. “Okay, then, can I walk you home?”

You hate how your much heart leaps in excitement. “Sure!”

The two of you fall into step next to each other easily. As you walk, you take the opportunity to complain about and bash your boss. Your boss really is an asshole. Not only did he overwork you and your other coworkers, he’s terribly sexist. He constantly comments on your feminine attributes, and mocks you whenever you’re in a bad mood, blaming it on either your menstrual cycle or your “delicate, womanly feelings.”

“I’ll fuck him up, if you want,” Yoongi says with a scowl, “The boys would help. He sounds like a pig.”

“He is!” You say. “Good men are so hard to find.”

“You say that like I don’t exist,” Yoongi says. Stupidly, your heart explodes. You know it was a casual remark, just a simple joke, but you can’t help but overthink the hidden connotations behind it.

“Y-Yeah, what a c-catch you are,” You say, praying your stutter isn’t painfully obvious.

“You good?” Of course it was noticeable.

“Just something in my throat,” You make up a lame excuse, and thankfully he seems to believe it. The two of you continue the walk home in casual, easier conversation.

When you finally reach your apartment building, you find yourself feeling sad. You want to keep spending time with the hot pocket, so you build up as much courage as you can muster.

“Feel like coming in for a drink?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you. For a split-second, you think he’ll mock you for the offer, but the next second, a painfully sexy smirk is spreading across his face. “A drink?”

“You don’t have a shift tomorrow, right?” You say, “I don’t either. And we’ve never hung out at my place before.”

“Then I’ll take you up on that offer,” He says. You want to squeal with excitement as you quickly lead him to your apartment.

You laugh loudly, nearly snorting, as Yoongi enthusiastically describes a story to you.

“You can’t be serious!” You say, giggling as you sip your glass of beer. “That didn’t happen.”

“It sure did,” Yoongi protests, “I was a dumb kid with no sense. And when I saw those glasses, I had to have them.”

“Oh my god,” you say, words slurring just a bit, “You’re a legend.”

“A myth.”

“A miracle.”

“A god.”

“Mm, I like that one,” He hums stupidly, taking another swig of his beer. “This is some good yeast.”

“Isn’t it, I found it—wait, yeast?” You say drunkenly.

“Yeast.”

“No, beer.”

“Yes.”

“Yoongi, what the fuck?”

“Alcohol is yeast, right?”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before both of you burst into laughter. You lean towards him, playfully slapping him as you howled with laughter. You looked up into his eyes, taking in his gummy smile and happy expression. You found you were entranced by him. It could’ve been your drunken stupor, but in that moment, you thought you had fallen in love with him. Even after he stopped cackling, and was simply gazing back into your eyes, you were hypnotized. He was beautiful.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

His lips are soft as he kisses you, tender and careful. Cautious and gentle, almost afraid you’ll reject him. You respond slowly, gently cupping his cheek as your lips danced with his. You feel breathless as Yoongi slowly deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. You sigh into the kiss, fervently returning his growing passion.

“Y/N,” he breaks the kiss to breathe against your swollen lips. You whimper, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for another taste. He chuckled as his hands slowly crept up your shirt, tracing shapes into your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

“Yoongi,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his. He responds eagerly, his hand drifting higher and higher. You slowly knotted your hand into his hair, pulling at the soft strands. You bit his lower lip teasingly, and he responded by gently digging his nails into your sides, rumbling. God, everything about him was sexy.

You let out a squeak, breaking the kiss when the beer you’d been holding slipping out of your hand, spilling across his lap. Yoongi blinks, sobering up a bit as he looked down at the wetness covering his lap.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, blinking your eyes as you knelt in front of him. You leaned over his lap, weakly wiping at the mess with your sleeve. Only when your hand brushes over a specific spot, do you realize what you were doing.

“Y/N,”

You look up into his dark gaze. You feel heat rush to your core. He chuckled, a deep, husky sound, that sent a shiver down your spine. “Y-Yoongi…”

Before you know what was happening, he was kissing you again. You desperately unbutton his shirt as he pulls yours over your head. You moan at the feeling of his fiery lips across your chest, mumbling dirty words in your delirium. Your hand rests upon the growing bulge in his jeans.

You sigh dreamily, giggling at the sheer size of the bulge, “Excited?”

He presses a kiss against your neck, sitting back to watch you rub him through his jeans. His eyes are dark, hooded with desire. “Only if you want to,”

You practically purred, kissing him deeply before making your way down his neck, sucking and biting at his skin. He moan quietly as you left marks on his collar bone, on his bare chest, his abdomen, just above his belly button.

You kiss his jeans, fumbling with the button. You rest your cheek on his thigh for a split-second, relishing the warmth and sturdiness of it. He leans back, watching you as sighed in delight as you fumble with the button.

You feel your eyelids get heavy. You nuzzle against his warm thigh, using it as a pillow. And in your drunken stupor, you feel your attention waning.

And then you fell asleep.

You wake with a start the next morning. Instantly, your hangover smacks you across the face as a terrible headache sets in. Massaging your temples, you slowly sit up. But you’re not in your bed…? You’re on your couch, with a throw pillow under your head and Jiyeon’s throw blanket thrown over you. A few empty beer bottles stand abandoned on the coffee table just next to the couch.

“What… the fuck…?” You mutter to yourself, slowly standing up.

“Oh! You finally up?” Jiyeon’s voice yells from the kitchen. “C’mere, I made omelets.”

That’s odd. Jiyeon never cooked. Nonetheless, an omelet sounded really good right now. After adjusting your rumpled clothes, you shuffled into the kitchen. Jiyeon stood at the stove, finishing off the omelets and Jimin sat at the counter—wait, Jimin?

“What’re you doing here?” You ask Jimin, setting yourself down next to him.

“Jiyeon and I came here earlier this morning with coffee for you—which is over there by the way—but we, uh…”

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s fine,” Jiyeon interjects, placing a plated omelet in front of you, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Well, I’ll take that as my cue to leave then,” said Jimin, as he stood, “Jiyeon, I’ll call you, and I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“O-oh, okay,” You say, “You don’t have to go—“

“Y/N, it’s fine, I got to talk to you about something anyway,” Jiyeon interrupted.

“Are you both sure?” You fret.

Jimin smiles. “Positive. See you two later!”

“Bye Jimin,” Jiyeon practically sings, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled on his jacket. Jimin smiles at her, gives you a wave, and is out the door within the next minute.

As soon as he’s gone, you turn back around and set to work on the omelet Jiyeon made you. After the first bite, you realize why Jiyeon doesn’t cook often—but nonetheless, the omelet does taste good and it is helping your headache.

“So.”

You look up at Jiyeon, who’s standing at the opposite side of the counter. “What.”

“You got drunk last night,” Jiyeon says, “Still in your work clothes.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

Jiyeon gives you an incredulous look. “You don’t remember anything?”

“What should I be remember—oh, holy fucking shit.”

Jiyeon, being Jiyeon, laughs uproariously. “You remember, yeah?”

You remembered everything. Meeting Yoongi on your way home from work, him walking you home, and then you inviting him in for a goddamn drink. And then the two of you drank so much beer, you both got drunk. And in your drunken stupor, you two had made out so aggressively, you could still feel his teeth nipping at your lips. You undoubtedly had a few hickies dotting your neck and collarbones.

And last, but certainly not least, you fucking falling asleep on his lap right before you were going to suck his fucking dick.

What in the actual literal holy fuck.

“You okay?” Jiyeon’s question brings you back to Earth.

“NO!” You blurt, panicking, “Jiyeon, w-what—we were this close to having SEX! O-oh—oh my god, what do I do? What the Hell do I do?”

“Woah, calm down,” Jiyeon says, coming around the counter to rest her hands on your shoulders, “It’s okay, I promise.”

“Wait, do you know what happened? That Yoongi and I—that we almost—“

“You’re going to give yourself a heart attack, Y/N, calm down!” Jiyeon says, finally managing to quiet you down. “I’ll explain, okay?”

You nod, shoving another bite of omelet into your mouth.

“Okay. I told you I was out last night, right, I was out with Jimin. The date went stunning by the way, but that’s besides the point. What happened was I came home this morning, and you and Yoongi were both knocked out on the floor,” She explains, “cuddling each other. And I… I might’ve shrieked in surprise, which startled Yoongi so much he fucking launched himself into the air. Anyways, he was a little hungover, but he still lifted you onto the couch and made sure you were all comfortable before leaving. He also managed to avoid explaining whatever happened last night himself, but you seem to remember that just fine.”

Oh god. You let out a loud groan, and hid your face in your hands. “Oh god.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t really fuck,” Jiyeon says, “Cause you’re still wearing your clothes. Damn, those hickies though.”

“Fuck, really?!” You cry, your hand flying to cover your chest.

“Yoongi can work, damn!”

“Jiyeon,” you whine miserably, “Help me!”

“What do you want me to do, sister? You’re the one who got drunk and fucking attacked the man.”

“No, but—like, what the Hell do I do from here?” You wailed, smacking your head onto the counter.

“I don’t know, talk to him—“

“I CAN’T DO THAT!” You interrupted, wallowing in your own embarrassment.

“Y/N, I don’t know what to tell you—“

“Do I text him? Did he text me? Oh, holy shit, this is horrible. Our friendship is ruined. Now we can’t hang out around the boys because it’s just—“

“Y/N!” Jiyeon all but screams, effectively silencing you.

“Yes?” You squeak.

“You’re fine,” She grunts, “Trust me. He likes you too.”

Doubt creeps into you. “How do you know?”

She rolls her eyes. “Because no guy would’ve acted the way he did if he didn’t like you. Trust me, Hot Pocket’s just as crazy about you as you are about him.”

“Then what should I do?” You ask, twisting your hands together.

Jiyeon plants her hand on your head, playfully mussing up your already frazzled hair. “Just talk to him, Y/N.”

After talking to Jiyeon, you felt much better. You felt even more better after a shower and a short nap. It was late that night—just after dinner time—when you pulled on your jacket and shoes and set out for the tattoo parlor.

You stand across the street from the parlor, your anxiety eating away at you. If what Jiyeon had told you was the truth, you’d be fine—but there’s no way for you to know for sure. That is, unless you ask Yoongi. And that’s exactly why you’re goddamn here. Now it is only a matter of working up the confidence.

“I’m a badass bitch,” You whisper to yourself, just as you had that night all those days ago.

Steeling yourself, you cross the street and make your way to the tattoo parlor. Before you can overthink it and sprint back home, you pull open the door. The parlor is virtually empty, which made sense at this hour. The only person in the room is Jin, who sat behind the desk, scribbling something down. He’s wearing comfortable clothing, and has his glasses on. When the bell jingles, announcing your arrival, he glances up to meet your eyes.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” he says calmly, sitting back from his work.

“Hey.” You walk up to the desk. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he supplies, “Just working on some stuff. What brings you here?” The way he said it gave you the impression that he knew every single minute detail of last night’s debacle.

“Is Yoongi around?” You ask, feeling sheepish. You tried to shake it off—Jin was your friend, you could trust him.

“Yeah, he’s upstairs in his room,” Jin answers. “Want me to get him?”

“Would you?”

“Of course,” Jin says, his smile knowing. As your heart begins to race, Jin collected his papers and went up the stairs. It was silent for just a moment before you heard familiar footsteps thumping down the stairs. You looked up, and there was Yoongi in all his tired glory.

He’d showered since last night, and wore a simple pair of sweatpants and a shirt for a band you didn’t quite know. He gave you a small smile when you gave him an awkward wave.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly, once he stood directly across from you, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Yoongi nodded, “Still a little hungover, but feeling fine… You?”

“I’m okay. Jiyeon made me food, and that helped.”

“Oh, how is she? I heard she and Jimin are getting along.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, happy for your friend, “Their date went really well.” You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at speaking about the subject of dates and romance with him.

“That’s great. I’m glad they’re together.”

“Me too.”

Now you didn’t know what else to say, especially since he had only nodded and smiled in response. A silence enveloped the two of you, allowing the tension and awkwardness to fester in the air. After almost a minute, you couldn’t help but explode.

“Look, about the other night, I’m really sorry, it was really—“

He glanced at you. “Why are you apologizing?” His voice was so soft.

“—sudden, and I shouldn’t have overstepped like that—“

“Y/N,” he gently interrupts a second time, “Why are you apologizing?”

You look up into his warm eyes. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and melt into his embrace.

“Because I think I messed up,”

He nods, still as sweet as ever. “Do you... regret what happened between us...?”

“No, no, just—just how it happened, since I—,” You break off, too scared to say the next words.

“If I overstepped, I’m really sorry… being drunk is not an excuse—“

“No, it’s just that I like you a lot and it happening that way is less than ideal!” You blurt out, cheeks aflame. “Ah fuck, I’m sorry, you probably—It’s fine, I’ll just go, I’m sorry about all of this—“

Before you can even blink, he’s pulled you into his arms and silenced you with a kiss. Immediately, you respond to the kiss, melting into his arms and letting your hands run through his hair. The kiss is slow, passionate—conveying everything inside of him. You wanted to kiss him forever.

The kiss breaks all too soon for your liking, and your left staring up into his eyes, rosy cheeked and swollen lipped.

“That was nice,” You murmur awkwardly.

“Was it?” He says, arching a brow.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

Yoongi smiles at you, gently cupping your left cheek in his hand. “I like you too, idiot. A lot.” He blushed. “I have for a long time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he admits, moving his hand to your waist. He avoids your gaze—embarrassed—and you almost scream from how adorable it is and how happy you are. “I think I started liking you the second I saw you screaming about your stilettos.”

“Jiyeon’s stilettos,” you correct playfully, “There’s a reason I could hardly walk in them.”

He snorts. “Of course she owns shoes like those.”

“And I wasn’t screaming that night! Just loudly… protesting,” You joke, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Imagine if you had never lent me your jacket, Hot Pocket—“

“Hot Pocket?”

You snort. “Oh! Yeah, yeah, forget about that—“

“No, tell me,” Yoongi pressed with an amused smile, “You have to tell me, Y/N.”

“I don’t have to do anything!” You protest playfully.

“Except go on a date with me?”

“You—Wait, woah. Yoongi, that was pretty smooth.”

He gave you a dramatic flourish of a bow. “Thank you. I practice.”

“I can tell,” You tease, “And yes. I will go on a date with you.”

“Well you didn’t have a choice either way.”

“You’re so dumb,” You laugh, terribly happy.

Yoongi gives you a goofy smile before pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You lean into him, taking deep breaths of his comforting smell.

“I guess you’ll be coming by the parlor much more often now, huh?”

“Guess so,” You agree. “Maybe I’ll even get a tattoo.”

“I’ll be the one to do it, of course,”

“I want a tattoo of Jin’s face on my ass.”

“Sounds like a plan—wait, Jin? That gremlin?” He cries out dramatically. You let out a loud laugh, and soon he’s laughing with you. During your laughter, you press your forehead against his. You gaze deeply into his eyes, and feel happier than you’ve felt in a long, long time.

You kiss gently, and you feel a future and forever in his lips.

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I´m Todd - Tom Holland x Reader

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[Don´t repost on other websites without asking!] [Warnings: It´s an older one?] [Storyline: You´re a huge fan of the triology Chaos Walking and reading. But you don´t really watch many movies, you´re knowledge of actors is hardly there. You´re best friend from New Zealand, who you are visiting currently, is the complete difference. When the two of you meet Tom Holland at the beach, you don´t know who he is.] “I missed spending time with you, (Y/N)! Why don´t you just move over here?,” your best friend asked you. You were sitting at the beach in Tauranga, which was a town in New Zealand, on the North Island precisely. “You know, I´ve got a university place in London already. As much as I´d like to stay here, studying there has always been my dream and I´m not gonna give up upon my dreams. I´ll come back after, I promise,” you answered smiling at your friend. You looked at the surfboards next to you. You went here for a relaxed day and to go surfing, which you did a little earlier and which you wanted to do again soon. You were just taking a small break because you had lunch and ended up talking a little. You missed your best friend a lot the time you weren´t able to live close to her. She jumped up. “Lets go back to the water, shouldn´t we?,” she asked motivated. You nodded. “Sure,” you responded, grabbing your board and following her down the beach towards the water front. You´ve been surfing for a while before heading back towards land and your belongings. What you didn´t realize was, that a boy, probably a little bit older than you, was watching you. Two younger boys, twins, were sitting next to him, talking. You and your best friend just sat down, when the boy who was watching you approached. The twins watched him walking up to you and your best friend. The boy was Tom Holland, a really famous actor, what your best friend realized immediately. She took your hand for a second, gaining your confused gaze. You weren´t that big on actors and really didn´t watch many movies after all, you wouldn´t recognize the boy infront of you. “Hey, sorry, I just, I watched you two surfing. You´re pretty good and I wanted to ask, if you mind giving me some tips,” he said a little shy. While he was talking, he wouldn´t stop looking at you, what made your best friend chuckle a little. You nodded, watching the boy. “Maybe, we could go for an Ice cream and talk a little,” the boy continued. Your best friend next to you got up. “You have to do that without me. It´s getting late already, I need to babysit later,” she said, packing up her stuff. “But you two have fun!,” she added. She just stayed in her togs, slipped into her jandals and put her towel around her shoulders. She grabbed her bag. “I´ll see you later at home,” she said waving. And then she just left. You looked back at the boy in an awkward manner. “That was really awkward, I´m sorry. She´s usually not like that,” you said, trying to make the whole situation less awkward. “If you want to, I´m still up for some ice cream, if you wanted to join me, you´re welcome to,” he said in a really sweet way. You get up and grab your stuff. “I´m in,” you responded. The boy smiled. “I´m (Y/N) by the way! And you are?,” you introduced yourself. He looked at you slightly confused, but just for a second before he went back to smiling. “I´m Todd,” he introduced himself. You smile: “Just like one of the characters in Chaos Walking!”. “Have you watched the movie?,” he asked slightly panicking. “No, I´m not really a movie person. Read the books though. It´s a pretty good triology,” you respond without paying attention to him getting nervous about it. You and Todd started walking towards the ice cream shop near the harbour. You realized some people looking at Todd but he was kinda cute, so why wouldn´t they? “Thank you for inviting me, Todd, but you didn´t have to do that. I can totally pay an ice cream,” you said as he sat down next to you and placed your ice infront of you. You felt a little bit bad about the fact that you just got invited by someone you barely even knew. “It´s fine, no worries,” he replied smiling. You couldn´t help but smile yourself. After you finished, you and Todd walked slowly back to the beach talking about yourselves. “So, when you´re just here on a holiday, where are you from then?,” he asked. “I´m from (your home country), but I´m moving to London in Summer to study,” you answered. “And you?,” you then added. “You´re moving to London? That´s amazing, that´s where I live. Though, I´m traveling a lot,” he replied sounding really happy. “Do your parents have a lot of money? Because, this is the first trip I´ve done since I was 16 and before that I never actually left home, because we haven´t got that much money and I usually don´t get to travel that often,” you said, looking a little sad. “Oh, sorry, I really didn´t mean to brag- It´s because of my job, it allows me to travel a lot,” he responded and really sounded sorry. “No worries, I don´t mind. People live in different circumstances, that is just how it is. What do you work as then?,” you said, trying to pep up the mood a little. “Ah- I´m a photographer! I get paid for traveling and taking pictures,” Todd explained to you. “That sounds amazing! I imagine that is probably the best job someone could have!,” you said excited. “It is pretty amazing. What about you? What do you want to study when you´re in London?,” he asked. You smile: “I always dreamed about becoming an actress, so I applied to a lot of different Art school. I got into RADA though after all. Couldn´t have asked for more.” “Royal Academy of Dramatic Art? You must be a pretty good actress,” Todd answered. “I don´t know how I did it either,” you responded laughing. “But, I thought you didn´t watch movies. So why drama?,” Todd asked. “I might not like to watch movies, but I´m reading a lot. I love imagine playing characters from the book I´m reading and also, I always loved stage performances in school,” you explained. Todd just nodded and the two of you continued walking down the beach. When you arrived back at the towel where the twins were still sitting you realized that you hadn´t talk to them. You were just so focused on Todd, it was accidentally. “Oh, hey, you two are here with Todd? Sorry, I haven´t introduced myself properly before leaving with your companion,” you said a little embarrassed. Todd, who stood behind you, looked pleading at the twins, which you weren´t able to see since you were facing the twins instead of Todd. “It´s totally fine. We weren´t coming over to introduce ourselves either and we should have. So, let´s just do that now. I´m Sam and that´s Harry,” he introduced him and his twin. “They are my younger brothers,” Todd added, walked past you and sat down. “Feel free to sit down,” Harry said chuckling. You took a seat next to Todd. After just sitting and talking for a while you realized it was getting close to 5 PM. You needed some time to get back to your best friends house and her mum wanted you to be home for dinner in time, so you decided it might be the best thing, to get going. “Actually, it was amazing with you guys, you´re so nice, but I think I might need to head back to my friends place. Her mum´s preparing dinner and I don´t want to be late,” you said, looking a bit sad. “Do you want me to walk you?,” Todd asked immediately. You looked at his brothers: “If it´s alright with your brothers, I´d actually like that.” The twins nodded before Todd was even able to answer. Todd grabbed your stuff for you and you two started walking down the road. “It´s a 30 minutes walk though, I hope you don´t mind. You can totally stay her, if you don´t want to come, that´s totally fine,” you said not wanting to drag Todd with you. “No, it´s fine really. I can just take the bus back,” he replied and smiled. Todd was so nice and you two were already like you´ve known each other for ages. The time until you reached your friends home seemed to fly and you reached your destination way too soon. “Hey, I´ll just give you my phone number, alright? I´m going to stay here for two more weeks, maybe you´re up to go surfing together or do something else,” Todd said while holding on to your hand. “Sure, I´d love to,” you replied, giving Todd your phone so he can save his number. He gave it back to you. You put the phone back into your pocket. As soon as you had your hand back at the front Todd pulled you into a hug. And he was a pretty good at giving hugs. As soon as he let go of you, you turn around walking towards your friends house. You waved one last time, before getting welcomed back home by the loud barking of your best friends dog. After dinner, you were sitting on your best friends bed. The mattress you were sleeping on was on the floor next to it, but except for when you slept, you didn´t really use it. Your best friend was looking though her DVDs on the shelf. In that point she was the opposite of you. She loved watching movies and she probably owned as many DVDs as you owned books. “Do you even know who the boy was?,” she asked. You nodded though she couldn´t see it: “Todd of course.” “I don´t know who Todd is supposed to be, but I can tell you that the boy is not called Todd,” your friend replied, still looking for a certain DVD. “Yes he is. Why would he lie about his name?,” you said sticking with what you knew. “No, he´s not. Maybe he lied about his name, because he´s a pretty famous actor and when he realized that a cute girl like you didn´t know who he was, he just used that chance? I mean, he obviously likes you,” your friend explained. You looked at her: “He´s a famous actor? You´re messing with me right now, aren´t you?” Your best friend threw a DVD onto the bed. You picked at up, looking at the cover ´Spider-Man Homecoming´. The cover showed Spider-Man and Iron Man, two heroes from the Marvel Universe you knew from the comics your dad had in his office. Underneath it showed the name of three actors. Micheal Keaton, Tom Holland and Robert Downey Jr. You knew who Robert Downey Jr was, your mum was a huge fan of him, but you had never heard of the other two. You friend grabbed the DVD out of your hand and flipped over the DVD. And when you looked at the page that was facing you now you see what your friend meant. This boy, Todd, or whatever his name was, stood there in the middle. Surrounded by Robert Downey Jr and a few people you didn´t knew. “That boy, his name is Tom Holland, he´s playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Todd Hewitt in Chaos Walking,” your friend explained. “That´s just a Doppelganger. You know how people have other looking exactly like them? That´s what happened here,” you tried to talk yourself into believing what you said. Which you didn´t really, but there was still a chance, wasn´t there? “The twins, his younger brothers that were with him. They were called Sam and Harry, right?,” your friend asked you, sitting back down next to you. You nodded slightly. She grabbed her phone, opening Instagram and looking something up. Then she passed her phone over to you. The Account @samholland1999 had posted a picture with him, Sam, Todd, a younger boy you had never seen, a man, who was probably their dad, and a woman that you identified as their mum. And Todd´s tag on the picture said @TomHolland2013. You breathed heavily. Your and your best friend ended up watching Spider-Man Homecoming, though you didn´t really concentrate on the movie. Instead, you were texting with Todd. Or Tom. You weren´t too sure about it all, but you decided you wouldn´t tell him for now, because you did like him a lot and you didn´t want to mess everything up. “Hey, it´s it alright if I go surfing with Todd tomorrow?,” you asked you friend who was lying next to you. “Sure, but his name is Tom, you know?,” she responded. “I know, but I don´t want to destroy this,” you answered. “You like him, don´t you?,” your friend teased you. “No, I spent all afternoon with him, because I can´t stand him!,” you replied sarcastically. “You know what I meant,” your friend said, trying to stay serious, but her voice was hinting that she was about to laugh. “I might like him, yes,” you admit. “I knew it!,” your friend yelled. “Keep it down!,” her mum yelled from the living room. You two started laughing. As soon as you finished the movie your friend looked at you, waiting for your opinion. “It was- good,” you said, trying to overplay that you didn´t pay that much attention to the movie. You friend still got what was going on. “You weren´t paying attention, were you?,” she aksed chuckling. You nodded. “I just don´t really like watching movies and it was weird seeing the boy I spent all afternoon with,” you explained. “How does it feel to date an actor?,” your friend asked, causing you to blush. “We´re not dating. And it doesn´t matter whether he´s an actor or a teacher, it´s the personality that matters!,” you answered. “You´re totally into him!,” you´re best friend said sounding like she had just proven something. You blush a little and your best friend took you into her arms. “That´s amazing! You deserve to be happy!,” she replied. “Do you think he feels the same way about me?,” you asked. What if he didn´t? Maybe he was only spending time with you to talk about surfing. Or he spent time with me, because he finally could make friends the way he used to make friends before he became an actor. “I don´t know. But no stress, you´ll figure it out since you´ll probably be spending some more time together. He doesn´t hate you, otherwise he wouldn´t have asked you if you´d like to meet him again!,” she responded. You nodded. If he hated you, he wouldn´t want to hang out with you. But he wanted to. As soon as the doorbell rang, you grabbed your bag and you and your best friend walked down the hallway. You´re were already dressed up for surfing, while your friend was still in usual cloth since she´ll be heading off to work soon. Not that you would admit it, but you were kind of excited. You´re best friend reached the door a little before you and opened it. Todd stood in front of it, like you would´ve guessed anyways, smiling past your friend towards you. And of course, you smile back. “Are we ready to go?,” he asked pointing with his finger towards a small van behind him. The twins, Sam and Harry sat there and the three people you knew from Sam´s Instagram post and whose names you weren´t able to recall. “Sure,” you answered, hugging your best friend as a goodbye. Then you rushed past her, towards Todd who hugged you as well. The two of you made your way towards the van and he opened the door so you can hop in. He then sat down next to you. Opposite you the twins sat and in the middle the youngest of the siblings. Todd´s parents were in the front. “This is (Y/N), she is probably the most amazing surfer I´ve ever seen,” Todd introduced you singing praises. You blush a little: “I´m not that good, I don´t want you guys to expect to see the world champion on the board.” “You are pretty good!,” Todd disagreed. The boys started laughing. “I´m Patrick, but please call me Paddy. I´m Todd´s little brother,” he explained. Since Todd was obviously sticking with faking his identity, you decided to not destroying it either. “And these are our parents,” Sam said, pointing towards his parents behind him. “You can call me Nikki and that´s my husband Dom,” Todd´s Mum said. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” she added. You smiled: “It´s so nice to meet you guys too!” “I know, we wanted to go surfing, but the waves aren´t too good today, so we though about visiting Waimarino Adventure Park instead. I hope your up for that too,” Todd explained to you. “Sure, I´d love to. I haven´t been there in ages!,” you answered. “Todd told us a lot about you yesterday night. Seems like he really likes you!,” Paddy said suddenly. “We´ve just met yesterday and (Y/N) seems like a girl I´d be friends with,” Todd said fast. You giggled a little. “What?,” Todd asked. “You just seem like a boy I´d be friends with.” As soon as you arrived, Todd jumped out of the van and ran around the car to open the door for you. You gladly took his hand, allowing him to help you out of the van. “You want to go kayaking?,” Todd asked. You nodded, you loved kayaking almost as much as surfing. “You two have fun! I´m pretty sure we´ll find you again later,” his mum answered. The two of you nodded and went down the opposite direction from his family to where they had kayak´s. After Todd and you got a kayak, he helped you getting in. Then he took the seat behind you, which caused the kayak to shake a little. “Don´t make us fall over, please,” you laughed. “I´m sitting already, no worries,” Todd assured you, before handing you a paddle. The two of you started paddling onto the lake. To your left you had the other parts of the adventure park. It was more like a water park and looked pretty fun. “You seem like the sporty kind of girl,” Todd said from behind. You tried to turn around so you can face him while answering. “Well, not really, I just really enjoy things like surfing, kayaking or swimming. And only as long as I´ve got people with me that I like,” you explained. “So you like me?,” Todd asked, laughed slightly. “Maybe I do. I guess you´ll never know,” you chuckled. Todd tried to tickle you and you started to dodge his attacks. This was shaking the kayak enough to capsize. “Tom!,” you yelled before landing in the water. You were glad you were wearing a life jacket and that you didn´t wear something heavy. As you resurfaced you looked out for Todd, who just came back to the surface, not too far from you. He looked at you, laughing a little. You joined in, but it didn´t last for long. Something seemed to suddenly came into his mind. “You- you know who I am?,” he stuttered. “Yeah, you are Todd, we´ve been spending a little time together,” you answered. “No- that´s not- that´s not, what I was talking about. You called me Tom!,” he said. “Shit,” you muttered. Tom heard you anyway. “You lied to me! You knew who I am! I just hoped to find someone who liked me for my character and not for the acting! I should´ve know better!,” he yelled at you now. You felt tears coming up. “You don´t talk to me about lying. You are the one who couldn´t even tell me his name! At least, I didn´t lie about any fact about myself. And to your information, I didn´t knew who you were when we met. I didn´t knew who you were when we spent the afternoon together. My friend told and showed me. And I decided to pretend I didn´t know because I didn´t want to destroy what we had. Because, believe it or not, I like you! I wanted us to be friends and I didn´t want the acting thing coming between us,” you yelled back, starting to swim towards the land, leaving Tom with the kayak. You weren´t swimming back to where you came from. Instead you swam to a little forest which was a lot closer to you. As you arrived, you made your way out of the water, trying not to step on something since you were barefoot. You were soaking wet, but it was pretty warm, so you would probably just dry off in the sun. As you found a tree, which was hanging slightly into the water, you took off your life jacket sitting down and dipping your feet in the water. Tom was still out on the lake, struggling with the kayak. You didn´t know how to feel. Somehow you felt sorry for yelling, but he was being unfair towards you as well. He was finally back in the kayak, looking for someone. You figured out who he was looking for just a couple of seconds later. He spotted you, grabbed one of the paddles that were laying in the boat with him now. He paddled your way. As he reached the tree you were sitting on, he tried to figure out a way to climb next to you. “A little help would be nice!,” he said, holding out his hands and hoping for you to help. Instead you just ignored him. Somehow he managed to climb up next to you. Without either of you realizing, the kayak started to slowly drift away. “Look, I am sorry. I really am. I shouldn´t have yelled at you. I didn´t have a good reason to do so, I was just scared. I really like you and I felt like maybe, you liked me for being an actor. And that isn´t an excuse, I know that, I just panicked,” he tried to apologize. You looked at him, still tears in your eyes. “Look, Tom, I didn´t know who you were. My friend showed me. And even after, I didn´t care. It doesn´t matter whether you´re an actor, a prince or a gardener. I like you for your character,” you said. “And you are right for being mad and not forgiving me, because I was behaving stupid. And I´m really sorry,” Tom kept on apologizing. “I was wrong for not telling you that I figured out who you were either. I like you, I still do. Maybe, we can start all over?,” you suggested. Tom smiled: “Sure. I´m Tom! Nice to meet you!” “I´m (Y/N), it´s a pleasure meeting you too. By the way, our kayak is heading back without us,” you laughed. Tom looked around, realizing you were right. He jumped back into the water. You put on your life jacket and followed him. When you finally reached the kayak, you were struggling to catch your breath. Swimming with a life jacket wasn´t that easy. Tom laughed a little. “I really like you,” you said suddenly. Tom looked at you in shock. “Sorry, I shouldn´t have, I just thought, maybe-,” you were cut off by Tom. He swam over and pressed his lips onto yours. “I really like you too, (Y/N).” When you got back to Tom´s family, the two of you were holding hands. “Oh, something has happened! Maybe, I should get my crush to go kayaking with me as well,” Sam joked. Harry started laughing. “I don´t think that will help,” Tom laughed before kissing you on the forehead. “Stop being so mean, Todd,” Harry said. You looked at Tom. “You can actually stop calling him Todd. I know who he is,” you explained. “Better that way. I didn´t like him lying to the girl he likes anyway. Lying is never a good start,” his mum said. You smiled, thinking about rather not telling them what happened exactly. After you, Tom and his family had lunch, you get finally changed out of clothes that were dried by now into your togs. Tom took your hand and dragged you towards the Lake. As you reached the lake, he pushed you into the lake before jumping after you. You resurface, laughing and looking towards Sam and Harry, who jumped in after the two of you. You were swimming and messing around for a couple of hours and it was getting late already when you left the water. “They´ve got a beach party here tonight,” Tom said, looking at you. You laughed: “That was random.” “Sorry, that was more like a, do you want to be my date?,” he responded. You nodded. “Of course!” “I was just about to ask her the same question!,” Sam said, making you laugh. “Well, she´s my girlfriend, so she would´ve said no anyway, right?,” questioned Tom. “Who knows,” you teased, before Tom started tickling you. You kept on messing around for a little longer and got changed after. Loud music was already playing, though it wasn´t dark yet. You sat down together with the Hollands and ate dinner, before Tom and you were making your way over to the dance floor. The two of you sat down next to it in the sand. Tom put his arm around you and you were putting his head onto his breast. “Today was exciting,” Tom said. “And perfect,” you answered. The two of you started out onto the lake. Suddenly, the DJ started playing perfect by Ed Sheeran. You could feel Tom moving and you lifted up you head. He got up and held out his hand towards you. “May I have this dance?,” he asked. You nodded, took his hand and let him drag you onto your feet before following him onto the dance floor. Throughout the following weeks, Tom and you went out on several dates, but eventually, he had to leave again. The two of you tried to spent as much time together as you could. You went out for dinner, watched a movie, went dancing and surfing together. But the time went by way to fast. Just two weeks later, the two of you stood at the airport together with his family. You were each others arms and holding each other tight, trying not to cry. At least, you did, while Tom tried to keep to a positive attitude. “We´ll see each other again in no time. Just 8 more month. And we can always visit each other!,” he tried to make you smile. You cracked a little smile: “Yes, but I thought you were going to Canada to film The Answer And The Ask in two month. I might not be an actress, but I´m sure you won´t be back in London, when I arrive. And I can´t visit you before, I need to save the money for studying,” you answered upset. “We will be fine, (Y/N)! We skype all the time and I make sure to get off so I can come to pick you up from the airport when you arrive in London!,” he replied, pulling you even closer. “I promise,” he added. You nodded slightly, while listening to his heart beating in his chest. You two stood there for another few minutes. Harry was taking a couple of pictures of the two of you that Tom promised to send you and to have with him wherever he´ll go. “Tom, I think, we have to leave now,” Dom said. You started to feel tears in your eyes. Tom pulled you a little closer again, if that was even possible, before letting go of you. Then, he grabbed his bag from Sam, who had to hold his own, Tom´s and Harry´s bag at the same time. He kissed you, before following his family. Your best friend, who came to the airport with you, started hugging you, while you were watching Tom and his family walking through the security check. He waved one last time, before walking around the corner. ´I´m going to see you again soon!´ you thought to yourself. “That is such a cute story. And you´ve been in a relationship for exactly 6 years today, right?,” Jimmy Kimmel asked you. You smiled: “Yes, it´s been 6 magical years since we admitted our love for each other. And I´m still as happy as I was when we did.” “I can see that. Sadly, you aren´t able to spend your anniversary together this year,” Jimmy said. You frown a little: “Yeah, Tom is filming overseas in Singapore currently and wasn´t able to get a couple of days off. But I don´t mind. I´m sad we can´t be together, but it´s his job and I wouldn´t love him less just because he´s away working.” “You two are really meant to be. And of course the people see that. That´s why not only me, but a lot of your fans tried to do everything possible to get your Tom over here. And we succeeded.” You started to cry about that, not even completely aware of what just happened. The audience started cheering and you turned around, seeing your boyfriend standing there. You were barely even able to see through the tears of happiness streaming down your face when you run towards your boyfriend. Toms fans did this. Those people you thought would hate you. And your fans did this. Tom embraced you. You kissed him, getting even happier having your boyfriend this close to you now. When he let go of you, he looked at you, his eyes glistened. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). We´ve known each other for 6 years now and I couldn´t be happier about meeting you in the first place. You are my one and only, you are the person who cheers me up, when I´m down, the person who would cuddle I can cuddle with for hours. I love falling asleep next to you in the evening and waking up next to you in the morning. You are the most amazing person I could´ve met and I don´t ever want to be without you again,” he said. You couldn´t stop crying, you were probably the happiest person on the planet. Suddenly Tom kneeled down. You couldn´t believe it. The audience started screaming as he pulls out a small black box. He opened it and held it out towards you. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) would you marry me?,” he asked. You nodded, still crying. “Y-yes,” you said though barely able to say anything at all. Tom took your hand, pushing the ring onto it, before putting the box back into his pocket. Then he took you in his arms again, holding you close and kissing you. He was crying as well. The whole audience was standing, clapping and cheering and when you finally calmed back down you could see some of them even crying. Jimmy Kimmel was clapping as well. “I hope I´ll be invited to your wedding!,” Jimmy joked. You laughed: “Sure thing!” Tom took your hand. “Since I knew about this I have of course something planned as a present. In hope you´d say yes,” Jimmy said before looking from the two of you back to the audience. “Please give it up for Ed Sheeran, playing Perfect, the song those two had their first dance to!” You felt tears coming up again. This evening coulnd´t possibly get better than this. Tom holds out his hand. “May I have this dance?,” he asked gentleman-like just how he did the first time he asked you to dance. You took his hand. “I love you.”

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Save Me From Myself//Lady Gaga

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"Hey, Y/N," you look up to see your brother-in-law Mark entering your families kitchen, "how have you been?"

"Hey," you offer a half smile, saving your work before closing your laptop, "I've been decent. Work has kept me busy, mostly. What about you? How's the Music Business treating you?"

"Really good, actually," he nodded, "every since working with Gaga, my workload has tripled."

"Yeah? That's good," you nod, genuinely happy for him.

His success is your sister's success since they're married. You only wish the best for them, honestly. That might not have been true a few years ago, but with everything you've been through, you've used it as a growing experience.

"So...," Mark raises an eyebrow, "how's Andrea?"

"I wouldn't know," you roll your eyes, "maybe you should ask her boyfriend?"

"What? What happened," he seemed worried.

"She was just really selfish," you sigh, "I know I work long hours, but she said she was ok with that. Guess she really wasn't, in the end."

"I'm sorry," he frowned, "that's really shitty."

"Eh. I'm not too upset," you admit, "it's been a few months. I don't think I can be with someone who can't understand my lifestyle. Guys are too intimidated by my bank account, girls don't like my weird schedule. I just wish I could meet someone that understands."

"Actually," Mark spoke up, "that's actually why I asked about your relationship. I know someone... she's a bit much to take on paper, but I think you guys would be a good match. If nothing else, you'll make good friends."

"Mark..."

"No, seriously," He cuts you off, "even your sister agreed with me."

"Who," you ask wearily.

"Well..."

######

"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this," you grumble to your sister, who laughs.

You're in the kitchen of your condo in Malibu, cooking lunch because apparently your "date" had a weird schedule. You didn't mind, really. What was weird was that your sister and Mark were joining so it wouldn't be an awkward blind date. It would be an awkward double blind date. Not that it was very blind on your part. It's not like you lived under a rock. Who didn't know who Lady Gaga was? Oh god. Would you have to call her that? Gaga? Lady? This was too-

"Relax," Your sister rolls her eyes, "she's just a person. In fact, you're both really weird so it should work out for you."

"Gee, thanks," you say sarcastically.

"We're back," Mark calls from the living room, "we brought wine!"

You take a deep breath, looking down at your casual outfit of loose, high waisted distressed jeans and a graphic shirt with some of your artwork on it. Your sister told you to dress like you would if it was just her and Mark, so you did. She's lucky you changed after your early morning painting session. Although, as you looked at your arm, there was still a slight smear of black paint on it. You sighed.

Grabbing the salad, you follow your sister to the back patio overlooking the beach. It was a warm day, and you usually ate outside if the weather was good enough. There was no threat of paparazzi here, since it was a gated community with round the clock surveillance. You could enjoy your meal in peace.

As you stepped outside, that's when you saw her. She was in a pair of black slacks that flared out at the bottom and a tight top, with her short platinum blonde hair down, blowing in the breeze. You'd always thought she was beautiful, but seeing her now...your hands itched to sketch her out just as she was. You saw the art in her.

"There you are," Mark spoke up, "Y/N this is Stefani. Stefani, this is my sister Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you," you smile at her, offering your free hand as you say the salad down.

"You too," she smiled, and the urge became stronger, "I've heard a lot about you from your brother."

"Knowing him, it's all lies," you smirk, "this one makes it his mission to make my life hell."

"It's all good," she laughs, "I wouldn't be here otherwise."

The way she looks at you almost seems familiar, which is impossible. You find your nerves melt away at her smile, and lunch is a interesting affair. You miss the way your sister and Mark are smirking, and you and Stefani hardly notice when they leave, claiming to have other plans.

After eating, you move into the living room and settle in to finish the rest of your wine, as you speak like old friends.

"So, Y/N," she draws your name out in a way that nearly makes you shiver, "what do you do?"

"I'm an artist," you answer, "I mostly work freelance graphic design, but I'm actually working with a team right now on a project. But, my passion has always been painting. I did the painting above the fireplace at my sister's house, and most of the stuff on my walls."

"Oh my god," her eyes immediately look around to take in your work, "this is amazing. You did this?"

"In my free time," you shrug, "I was working on something this morning, if you want to see it?"

"Of course, I would love to," she seemed really interested in your work, "this is breathtaking."

You lead her to your art room, where a half finished painting sits on an eisel. You've been working on it for months, but you're pretty stuck. A work table full of Bristol paper is off to the side and various tools and supplies litter the room.

"What is it," she asked, looking at your unfinished work, "a woman? She has no face...or any defined features, actually."

"I don't know," I sighed, "I've been pretty stuck. It's meant to be in color, but...I haven't been able to work with color for a long time. Everytime I try, I only mess her up."

"I get that," she nods, "sometimes something you want so badly is the hardest thing to get, you know? You try so hard but..."

"None of it seems to matter, in the end," you finish, locking eyes with her, "that's exactly how it feels."

"You'll get it," she says finally, after looking at you for a long moment, smiling, "you just have to find your color again, like I had to find my voice."

"I think I'm getting closer," You admit, "this is the furthest I've been able to get without ruining it. I'll start over if I have to, but... I'm getting the feeling this one might be it for me."

Her face shifts into an unreadable expression, a slight frown of thought on her face as she regards you. Finally, her face softens and she gives you a smile.

"I hope so," she nods, "I'm getting a good feeling about it too."

######

Your hands move the pencil over the paper with purpose, drawing soft lines and defined curves. Your eyes dart up at your subject, a soft smile on your lips when your eyes meet a pair of soft hazel green ones. Stefani is laid on your bed, the sheets pooled around her hips as she looks at you. Her head is propped up on her palm, and she has a soft smile on her lips.

The last six months of your life with Stefani have honestly been amazing. Even though she spent a good majority of the time traveling, you didn't mind because you knew that she was living her dream. Nights and sometimes days were littered with phone calls and texts, getting to know each other and sharing thoughts that you wouldn't tell anyone else.

Stefani was so much stronger than anyone realized, and it was because of her willingness to be vulnerable. She shared her heart with the world, but during those late night phone calls and Skype sessions, she shared her soul with you. You returned the favor and your relationship evolved into the most stable, healthy relationship you've ever had. You saw each other as equals and that made all the difference.

"What's got you smiling," Stefani raises an eyebrow at you, moving to sit up.

"No," you immediately stop her, "I'm almost done, don't move. And if you must know, you. Isn't it always?"

"I'm starting to get restless," she complains, though you know it's just to tease you.

"One minute," you promise, placing the last touches on your sketch.

"Fine," she sighs dramatically, but doesn't move.

Soon you're done, and you close your sketch book, climbing into the bed with it to show her. Flipping pages, you place a kiss on her forehead as she immediately melts into your side. You reveal the sketch of her, and she hugs you close.

"It's amazing," she turns to kiss you, "you're so fucking talented."

"So are you," you return the compliment and kiss, "was it worth the sitting still?"

"You're always worth it," she smiles, resting her head against your chest.

"I'm glad you're here," you break the silence.

"I'm glad I'm home," she agrees, looking up at you.

"What?"

"I love you, you know that, right," she seems deep in thought, "I know I haven't said it out loud, but I hope I show it. I know I get busy with work, but I never want you-"

You cut her off with a kiss, smiling at her nervous rambling, "I love you too. And yes, I know you love me. I feel it in everything you do. Your work will never take away from that."

"I just sometimes feel like things would be easier if I wasn't...me," she admits, frowning.

"Maybe in past relationships,"you shrug, "but with me, you don't have to be anyone other than yourself to make me happy. I love that you're so dedicated to your music and your fans. You change people's lives every day by being you. You change my life every day by being you. I love Stefani, but to do that, I also have to love Gaga. It doesn't matter to me, because they're both the woman I am so irrationally in love with."

"You know what," she wipes her eyes, glaring at you, "if you wanted to fuck again all you had to do was say so. You didn't have to make me cry, asshole."

You laugh, falling back as she pushes you down.

######

"Hello," you blink at the bright light of your phone, noting that it's 2am, as you answer the phone.

"Y/N? It's Cynthia," Stefani's mom speaks clearly, her voice hoarse but strong.

"Cynthia? What's wrong," you're immediately awake, knowing something isn't right.

"Stefani is in the hospital," she gets to the point, "the pain is so bad they've hospitalized her."

"I'm on my way," you don't need anymore details, except where Stefani is.

"Her assistant is sending you the details. The soonest flight we could get from New York is late afternoon. If you get there before us..."

"Don't worry," You assure her, "Stef is strong, she'll pull through. I'll give you any details I can."

"Thank you," Cynthia sounds close to tears.

"She'll pull through," you repeat, "you know her. Too stubborn to let this keep her down."

"I just don't understand," Cynthia sighed, "she's been doing so good about her stress every since you have been together."

"I should have went with her," you feel guilty about not asking.

"She wanted you to go, but she didn't want to ask that of you," Cynthia admits.

"She doesn't understand that I will do anything for her," you shake your head.

"We know that," a man's voice you recognize as Joseph speaks up, "she knows too, but she's never been good at taking. Too much of a giver."

"She's not taking anything I wouldn't give ten times over," you run a hand through your hair.

"I think that became apparent when you asked us to marry her," Cynthia speaks, "I know you planned to ask when she got back, but maybe you shouldn't wait. Life is too short."

"I think you're right," you nod, even though she can't see, "I'm going to pack my things and head to the airport. I know a few people in New York, I could ask around about a private jet-"

"We couldn't let you," Joseph cuts you off.

"I know that whatever I'm feeling, you're feeling too, if not worse," you insist, "I won't be ok until I see her. Let me help you get there, too."

"If you can manage it, we will gladly accept," Cynthia cut off her husband before he could speak, "thank you."

"It's no problem," you smile slightly, "what else is family for?"

"Exactly," Cynthia agrees, "just call back to let us know."

"I will," you promise, before saying your goodbyes.

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The sounds of beeping from all of the monitors in Stefani's hospital room unnerve you. You've never liked hospitals, which was the main reason you quit medical school. You couldn't go through with it after your first month of interning. You only did it because you thought that's what your family wanted, since your sister was a lawyer. Your mom talked sense into you, telling you to follow your dreams. As it turned out, your dreams ended up bringing you more success and wealth than being a doctor likely would have.

"Mmm," Stefani mumbled, shifting slightly as she slowly blinked her eyes.

You stayed silent, not wanting to disturb her if she fell back asleep. Her eyes shifted, and landed on you. She blinked, frowning slightly.

"Y/N?"

"I'm here, sweetie," you take her hand, kissing it to remind yourself she's ok.

"What are you doing here," she seemed really confused.

"Did you really think I would stay home while the love of my life suffered alone," you raise an eyebrow.

She cracks a smile, squeezing your hand, "thank you, Baby Doll."

"God, it feels good to hear you say that in person," you admit, "I've missed you."

"It's been 2 weeks," she laughs slightly.

"Yeah, exactly," you smirk, "2 weeks too long."

"You're ridiculous," she shakes her head with a smile, "I love you "

"I love you too, Stefi," you lean over to kiss her, placing another on her forehead.

"I can't believe you flew across the ocean to see me," she still looks at you in wonder.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you," you shrug, "I'm staying as long as you need me to. Even when you're out of here."

"For the tour," she asks, almost hopefully.

"For everything," you agree, "I can do my art anywhere. The most important thing is that you're stress free and not in pain."

"I don't deserve you," she sighs, tears welling in her eyes.

"We deserve each other," you disagree, wiping her tears.

"Sometimes I don't know how you're real," she cups your cheek, "you leave me in awe."

"I'll show you how real I am once you're better," you smirk, kissing her palm.

"I don't know if my hip can take that kind of punishment," she laughs, a glint in her eye, "but I'm willing to find out."

"I'll be gentle," you tease.

"Gentle my ass," she rolls her eyes.

"I mean...if that's what you want. I know we haven't talked about ana-"

"Mom, Dad," Stefani cuts you off, seeing her parents in the hall about to enter.

You clear your throat, almost embarrassed of what they almost caught you saying. Stefani smirks at you, raising a challenging eyebrow. You glare, earning a laugh from her and a confused glance from her parents. With a sigh, you offer to get coffee so she can speak with them alone and you can clear your head. As you leave, you catch her eye and she smiles at you with the same smile that you fell in love with. You return it and close the door behind you, feeling like you can finally breathe for the first time since you got the call she was in the hospital. You know it's not over yet, but you are hopeful that everything will work out the way it's meant to be.

#lady gaga #lesbian imagines #wlw imagines #BentDownSpoon #celebrity imagine

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unforth · 3 years

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I was tagged by @leonzhng (which definitely gave me a happy tingle of “omg senpai noticed me”) to do a few memes!

Playlist Tag Game

rules: we’re snooping in your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs (including music only stuff like OSTs as well as songs) and then choose 10 victims.

Total number of tracks: 464

(My playlist rn is on Pandora...which means it leans Western music...back when I was still using my own music there was way more Japanese stuff on it, but most of that isn’t on Pandora, sigh...I’ve only been able to find a couple anime OSTs and a single album by L’arc en Ciel...)

Owl City - The Tip of the Iceberg

Fall Out Boy - Uma Thurman

They Might Be Giants - Letterbox

The 1975 - Chocolate

They Might Be Giants - The Edison Museum

Eminem - Lose Yourself

Kesha - Raising Hell

Rise Against - Swing Life Away

Moana - Dwayne Johnson - You’re Welcome

Motion City Soundtrack - Stand Too Close

This is...so not representative...there are literally zero tracks by either of my favorite bands...wut...oh well, what can you do?

Get to Know Me

Why did you choose your URL? I’ve been unforth everywhere since 1994 so it was kinda a no brainer? When I was first signing up for AOL back in the dial up dark ages, I wanted a Star Trek related username but everything I tried was taken. My mom suggested unforth...it was the name of the male dwarf fighter she played in D&D in the 70s...and now, almost 30 years later, here I still am...

Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

@mdzsartreblogs, @tgcfartreblogs and @svsssartreblogs - art source blogs that I run

@destielficarchive - a Tumblr home for my archive of deleted and hard-to-find Destiel fanfiction (and a lot of easy to find stuff...never know when someone will delete and something online now will be hard to find tomorrow...)...15k stories and counting!

@ao3spnkinkmeme - theoretically I crosspost kink meme posts there, but the kink meme goes so slow and I have so little time that I’ve hardly been modding except to make sure new stuff gets de-anoned, sorry...

@memesforwriters - I see a meme aimed at writers, I reblog it there, that’s it really.

@mcukinkbingo-archive - what it says on the tin, the original blog for mcukinkbingo from when I was the head mod, now it’s no longer used, and even the main one is on hiatus (I’m no longer a mod, but I advise sometimes)

@unforth-ninawaters - that was my username during the purge. I deleted that account, but I grabbed the username since it’s still inked places and I didn’t want anyone to yoink it or pretend to be me, that’d be awkward.

(and that’s it, though I do have access to two other Tumblrs that have their own accounts - @destielharlequinchallenge, which I co-mod, and @duckprintspress, which is my business.)

How long have you been on Tumblr? I initially signed up as unforth in December, 2012. That account became unforth-ninawaters, and then was deleted about a month after the purge. I’ve been basically active continually since then, though I did take a year hiatus after the purge.

Do you have a queue tag? I used to use a queue on the unforth-ninawaters and my queue tag was q hoo hoo. Now I don’t bother with a queue...eh, whatevs.

Why did you start your blog in the first place? I started dating @ramblingandpie in November 2012, and she used Tumblr as one of her main things, and she kept showing me stuff, and it just seemed easier to make my own account. Then we kept dating. Then we got married. Then we had kids. And now here we are.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? I’m a simple person with simple tastes; I just wanted Jeremy Renner to look fascinated by everything I say.

Why did you choose your header? I...literally can’t remember what my header is...ah, I don’t have one, lmfao. Well, that answers that question I guess. (the more sensitive I’ve gotten to copyright and repost concerns, the less I’ve done things like that, I don’t want to steal anyone’s work, and asking would require, ya know, talking to people.)

What’s your post with the most notes? Uh...according to the top posts, it’s this one where I babble about how much I love fandom - it has 510. I kinda thought my last promo for the Destiel favs survey had more than that? But I rarely get lots of notes. Most I ever had was 2k on an unforth-ninawaters post, and that was a call out, so. Awkward. And led to a lot of anon hate.

How many people do you follow? 93, though at least four of those are actually side blogs of other people I follow.

Have you ever made a shitpost? Hell yeah. Has anyone CARED about the shitpost? Not so much.

How often do you use Tumblr? Hahahahahaaa is that joke?

Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? Who won? I’ve been involved in...at least three...drama storms that I can remember? Probably that 2k post call out was the biggest, and while really no one wins when that kinda shit goes down, I think I got the better of it, and I stand by the things I said then, so...yeah. The others, no one wins or loses, everyone suffers, no one is happy, then it blows over and we all move on with our lives. Honestly I’d just as soon it never happen again.

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this post”? Instantly guarantees I will not reblog it.

Do you like tag games? Yes, though I use them as distractions from other things I should be doing. (case in point: right now)

Do you like ask games? Yes, though it can feel crappy when I get no asks, even from people I sent asks to.

Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? @leonzhng, @winchester-reload, @ltleflrt, @mojoflower, @c-kaeru, @diminuel, @armitageshux (okay we’re not exactly mutuals, but you follow me and I follow your side blog, that counts right? Actually screw it why DON’T I follow your main? I’ll just...do that...now I’m following 94 people, lol...).

Do you have a crush on a mutual? pfft my ace ass doesn’t get crushes on anyone, but I’m literally married to one of my mutuals, so that counts I guess?

Phone Photo Meme Game:

Uh, I’m on desktop rn, but lemme see...I don’t generally have many reaction type things on my phone, but I do have a lot of screen caps from the danmei stuff I’ve been watching...

I’d say this is me basically all the time, lmao...

Tagging, um... @candicewright @xiejie-liubo, @ryugarika, @ramblingandpie, @casbakespie, @combeferret, @slytherkins, @tryslora, anyone else who feels like playing!

#meme #tag game #i should NOT have spent a half hour doing this #when i get stressed i use time badly sigh #also when i try to edit the post it says all the tags are right #except almost none of them actually work #awesome job there tumblr

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harrysweasleys · 3 years

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a little sunshine never hurt // d.m

Summary: hi alexa!!! if your requests are still open, could i request a draco x reader fic? in it’s the first day of holidays/vacation and the reader and draco are best friends who (obviously) have feelings for the other but think the other doesn’t like them that way, and they’re having a picnic at malfoy manor, relaxing in the sun reading or doing homework and draco just blurts it and confession + kiss?? if you can’t there’s no problem! thanks 🥰💓

Warnings: mentions of food! also v v short but v v sweet (also not proofread/edited so pls dont come @ me)

Word count: 1.9k

a/n: yikes, so completely ignore my message about not posing a fic before christmas because here i am, posting another fic before christmas. hope you all enjoy!!! xx [I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT OR PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE REPOSTED ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM!]

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Ah, finally summer break.

The start of the holidays meant that you’d now have a good months time to catch up on rest, relaxation, and obviously, assignments. Though you usually disliked the prospect of doing homework while on vacation, you couldn’t help but feel a little thankful at the fact that you now had something to keep your mind laced on magic while you were away from Hogwarts.

Though you were staying with Draco for the first two weeks — where magic was very much present — you still liked to learn. You liked to keep that ever-growing passion for the magical arts, and you were most likely going to finish every single project within the first week of the break.

Draco, however, had different thoughts.

“Bloody ridiculous,” he scoffed, raising his hand to move his blond bangs out of his face, “Giving out homework while we’re on break? What kind of git does that?”

“Those are your professors, Draco,” you grinned, turning to face him, squinting slightly in the blinding sunlight, “Have a little respect, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes, laying back down on the freshly mowed lawn, his dark clothing most likely scorching his skin under the blazing afternoon sun, “Is giving out homework a show of respect? I don’t think so.”

You leaned up on your elbows, a fresh summer breeze rolling through and pushing your hair over your shoulder. It wasn’t necessarily a cold breeze, but it did cause you to let out a small shiver. Draco’s eyes followed you as you sat up properly, crossing you legs and reaching into the tiny basket that carried your snacks.

He had asked you to share a picnic lunch with him today, which came as a bit of an odd question, to be honest. A picnic? You knew Draco wasn’t the kind of person to ‘enjoy the fresh air’ so it was a little bit of a strange request coming from him, to be honest. But there was no bloody way you’d complain. An outdoor lunch with him meant that you got to spend more time one on one — it meant that you’d get to continue seeing the side of him that he chose not to show anyone else.

He was quite a complex fellow, if you were to be honest. In school, he closed himself off. He hid away from the world and kept his cold exterior up, not daring to let anyone in. You had gotten through to him — after trying for multiple years, of course — but there really was nothing better than seeing him as relaxed as he was when he was home. Maybe ‘relaxed’ isn’t the proper term; but he did have a totally different air. Less arrogant, less obnoxious, and definitely less pompous.

It didn’t help your ever-blossoming crush in the slightest.

“Can you toss me an apple?” he asked, now mimicking your position and crossing his legs as well. His knee brushed against yours, and even though you were both clothed, you felt a jolt of sparks rush through your body.

You let out a small cough to clear your throat, “Sure.”

Completely forgetting whatever it was that you were looking for in the first place, you tossed him the bright green apple that he had insisted on bringing to lunch. You were surprised that the Malfoy family didn’t decide to grow their own apple trees, to be honest, with how often Draco would scavenge the pantries for the perfect one to eat, they’d most likely be better off by growing some in their own vast yard.

“What are your plans for the summer, then?” he asked, taking a big bite, crunching loudly and closing his eyes as he craned his head up to look at the sky.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, his defined jawline and smooth neck looking sharper than ever under the bright sunlight, casting shadows around the base of his neck. His platinum hair hurt your eyes to look at, but even then, you’d love nothing more than to run your hands through it. While he rested his head on your lap, while you made out in bed, while you —

“Are you ignoring me?” he snapped your attention back to reality with the low chuckle in his throat.

“No. No, sorry, just got caught in a daydream,” you turned away from him, hiding the growing redness on your cheeks before trying your best to play it off, “I don’t really have plans for the remainder of summer, honestly. Just taking it one day at a time.”

You laid back down on the grass next to him, resting your arm at your side and brushing your fingers against Draco’s. Your heart jolted and you tried to quickly pull your hand away, but you felt his finger twitch against your skin, his pinky finger locking with yours.

It was as if you totally forgot to breathe.

“I’m happy to have you here,” he said softly, placing the unfinished apple down on top of the closed basket, giving you his undivided attention, “I’m gonna miss you when you leave.”

You could hardly think straight, but you couldn’t give in to his charm that easily. He’d only tease you for the rest of the break, wouldn’t he? But, it was hard not to give in. His finger was awfully soft locked with yours, and you could feel both the heat from his body next to you, on top of your own body temperature spiking. It was way too warm to be in the sunshine.

“I’m happy to be here, too,” you replied, voice awfully quiet. You were almost sure he didn’t hear you, but the way that his hand gave yours a little squeeze, you knew that he did.

You two were often on the same page, it was rare he didn’t know exactly how you were feeling. And it was rare that you didn’t know exactly how he was feeling. Right now was one of those rare moments. You couldn’t tell if he was honestly just pleased to have you here — mostly to help him deal with his pain in the ass father — or if this was something more. More than friendship, more than just... platonic. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling and it was driving you absolutely bonkers.

How could you even begin to ask him? Could you even ask? How would that go?

“Hey, Draco, I think I like you.” Pathetic, really. What a way to embarrass yourself.

You felt his hand give yours another squeeze, “You alright?”

Turning to face him, you thought that it was now or never. When would you get another moment of privacy with him like this? Where you could tell him the truth without the possibility of being overheard?

To weight the pros and cons; if he felt the same, you guys could get the next little while together before going your separate ways for the remainder of the holidays. But if he didn’t, you’d have to deal with the brutal awkwardness of spending the next ten days with him, knowing that your feelings were one sided. Then, you’d have to see him again once returned to school. It wasn’t a very balanced list, in your opinion.

“I’m fine,” you turned to face him, forcing a small smile.

As mentioned before, Draco could always tell how you were feeling. Which is why he pulled his hand from yours, turning over on his side to look at you. With furrowed eyebrows and concerned written across his features, you wanted nothing more than to peel your eyes away from him and completely ignore his gaze. But that was nearly impossible. It’s hard to look away from Draco Malfoy.

“Something tells me you’re lying,” he said softly, eyes scanning your face as if he could read your emotions written into your skin — as if the light freckles dotting your cheeks could give him the answers he was looking for.

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the expansion of your lungs in your chest — it felt as if you were going to crush your heart any second now. Quite an unpleasant feeling, really.

“I’m not lying,” you said, voice cracking as you spoke. The worst possible lie. There was no way he’d believe that.

He scoffed lightly, “So you’re just going to ignore your feelings then, yeah?”

It was now your turn to sit up, leaning against one of your elbows as you turned your body to face him. His cheeks were tinted with a pale shade of pink, most likely from the burning sun. It was a rather warm afternoon for summer in England.

“What feelings?” you asked, averting your eyes, choosing to stare at an ant crawling slowly up a blade of grass. Not fascinating, but better than giving in to Draco.

“Y/N,” one of his hands reached over and touched your chin, lightly tilting it so you could turn your head up and face him, “I asked you to a picnic today so we could be alone, you know?”

You finally looked over to him, eyes scanning from the base of his throat, slowly up to meet his eyes, “Why?”

“Well, I thought I was being bloody obvious,” he grinned, “I like being alone with you.”

“But why?” you sounded like a child

His laugh was taunting you — effortless and relaxed. Completely juxtaposed to the raging storm of emotions going through your heart and head. How he could say something like that; so heavy and heartfelt, to acting like it was nothing, you could never understand.

“Because,” he scooted closer, his hand leaving your chin, but coming to rest atop of yours, “I don’t know how much clearer I can make this, but I like you.”

You looked over at him, eyes wide and mouth gaped open like a fish. You must look like a bloody idiot, but there was really no other way to respond to that. He liked you back. All this time, he liked you back. And you genuinely had no idea.

There were really no words you could say in response, so you decided on showing him how you felt instead, placing your hand at the back of his neck and bringing his lips to yours. They were incredibly warm — possibly from the sun — and soft. Softer than the grass beneath your skin, and sweeter than the chocolates melting in the basket by your feet. He tasted like mint and green apple, a mixture that felt odd when spoken, but tasted like heaven when experienced.

You felt him mumble against your lips, “I’ll take it you feel the same way?”

Pulling away to let out a small laugh, you nodded your head, “If it wasn’t obvious, yes.”

“Just making sure,” he gave you a lopsided grin, his hand cupping your cheek to connect his lips to yours once again.

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