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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 4 months

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yandere(s) x gardener pt7

warning: kidnapping, yandere stuff, unedited writing

you are starting to wake up from your...nap? as you open your eyes, you look around. your not in a room thats familiar to you, you try to sit up, but you quickly notice you can't move. your legs are tied together, in several spots, ankles, knees, and thighs. your arms in a similar matter, but only tied at the wrist.

"hey cupcake, try not to move too much, I don't want you to get rope burn"

cupcake? you look where the voice is coming from, and there Cash sits, in the corner of the room sitting on a chair. All you can feel is rage.

"what the fuck are you doing??? Cash you better untie me right god dam now."

"you know I can't do that"

"and why the fuck not!?" you yell.

" Darlin please, don't be mad, I'm doing this for us, so we can have a life together."

"what are you on??? are you saying you like me? cause this is surely a fucked up way of saying it"

Cash cringes at your response, he knew you were't gonna take this well, but what other choice did he have?

"I didn't have any other choice! you were leaving me, and I wouldnt be able to see you till spring!" Cash starts to raise his voice

"Leaving you? I was still gonna keep in contact with you over the winter! you gave me a place to stay during a really scary situation, but after this you can forget about me ever wanting to come back to this place! I mean honestly! to think I was actually developing feelings for you, makes me feel sick. where even am I!?"

Cashes eye widen. Had you really been developing feelings for him? did he ruin his chance with you? Cash was starting to feel guilty, finally realizing he might have gone too far.

"Cash?"

no. this couldn't be, maybe he did fuck this all up, but even then those feelings you once felt can reoccur. If he just does everything right, keeping you safe, warm, and feeling loved and wanted , you'll understand that you two are meant to be together.

"CASH!"

cash is forced out of his thoughts "y-yeah?"

"where. am. I?"

"oh, your in our guest house. we have a little house with the basic necessities if any family chooses to visit us.."

come to think of it, you do remember a smaller house farther down the road, but it never came up in conversation and you had no need to ask about it.

" what about all my stuff? I have a moving company coming tomorrow to move all my things to my new place"

Cash chuckled a little bit "oh darlin, its already been dealt with. i told them too load everything into a storage unit for you" Cash came closer, and sat on the bed next to you, he gently moved a stray hair out of your face.

already dealt with? What day was it? had the day of your moving already pass?

"what day is it?"

"Tuesday. I went into town this morning and dealt with everything for you...since you were still sleeping and all" Cash started to caress your cheek

you are freaking out. cash has basically canceled your plan to move, you don't know where all your shit is, let alone your cell phone, you can't move, and your stuck psycho.

Cash can see the panic in your eyes starting to build "shhh, its gonna be ok darlin... I need you to calm down, ok? it's all gonna be fine, I'm gonna take care of you." Cash gives you a kiss on top of your head and stands up "now I'll be right back ok? I'm just gonna get you some food m'kay?"

As Cash walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. you use this time to get a good look of the room your in. Its a pretty plain room, with white walls and a wooden floor, theres a mirror hanging on the wall across from you, but other then that theres nothing on the walls. theres a wooden drawer also across from you and two nightstands on each side of the bed you were laying on. the sheets of the bed where a burnt orange colour. and when you really looked, you realize some of the things in the room where from your house, like the lamp on the nightstand, one of the extra blankest was one of yours. some of the books, jewelry, hair accessories, all little things that Cash could hold in his truck. you suspect the drawer was probably full of your clothes too.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------POV CHANGE: david

David is pissed, after your little...kerfuffle a fews days ago, David did end up coming back to your house to try and talk to you again. But he found out rather quickly that you weren't home, when he checked the cameras in your house, there had been no sign of you being around and when he checked the tracker that was on your car, it said that you were at the ranch that you work at once a week, this would all be normal... if it wasn't 6:30pm. you were always home during this time, so why not today?

David chose to give you a few days, maybe it will sort it's self out.

So David waited, he allowed you a week , and during that whole week David was freaking out. who the fuck is she staying with? Are they better then me? how close are they? y'know, the normal questions. he tried to do research on who owned the ranch, but there were no pictures or any kind of social media the rancher was on.

eventually Davids phone buzzed, it was an alert from the camera's he set up in your place, saying they have spotted movement. He never opened his phone so quickly, excited to finally have you back he could finally talk with you and sort everything ou-

wait a sec. thats not y/n, no those are two buff dudes moving her furniture....wait what? it looks like they were packing all of her stuff, what was going on??? did y/n get kicked out? who was that guy that was there? he didn't look like he was one of the movers. he was tall, with mid length, light blond hair and a bit of a stubble. he was skinny but definitely has some muscle on his arms, he seemed to be collecting a few things, things likes clothes, a lamp and other small nick nacks, but he wasn't putting them in boxes like the movers, no he seemed like he was packing it up to put in his truck.

something about this guy was making David angry.

'I bet thats the fucking rancher' David thought to himself.

after David watch these pigs pack all your shit up, David had made the decision that he was gonna come get you. even if it meant he needed to ram his car through this fuckers fence.

David packed everything he could possibly need, unsure of how tonight was gonna go. he checked your tracker, still at the ranch, he put in the location in his gps and got in his car.

after a bit of a drive he finally made it the gates of the ranch, there were camera's all around the entrance. the gate was made out of metal but he was sure a full speeding car could break through. David didn't really care if his car got recked, he had money and lots of it, if he really needed to, he could just buy another one tomorrow.

David lined up his car with the gate entrance, reversed a bit and then shifted it in drive again, and fucking floored it.

the car and the gate clash, metal on metal scraping against each other. but the car made it through, alarms were set off and now blaring. David speeds up the road and finds the first house he see's. he parks his car and starts knocking on the door of the house like a mad man.

the door opens only to reveal an old women, she looks startled and confused "h-hello?"

"wheres y/n?" David says sternly

" what? y/n? she left this morning"

"thats fucking bullshit and you know it! where the fuck is she!"

"I swear! I don't know!" the older lady tries to close the door, but David pushes past her, making her fall, she yelps in pains.

David is ripping the house apart, looking for you, it takes a few minutes to see that you aren't here, he checks his phone to see where your tracker is, its a little more up the road, he leaves the house, running to the next possible building, and he see's it. its a house but a smaller one then the one he was just in, he heads towards it.

unknown to David, the older lady manages to pick her self up and grab her phone, she calls her son.

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POV CHANGE: you

Cash walks back into the bedroom with a bowl of what seems to be some sort of soup. he deeps a spoon in and then reaches the spoon out to you, he's trying to feed you.

"I'm not eating that." you say

Cash is looking frustrated with your unwillingness.

" now darlin, you gotta eat. and you know i can't untie you, so this is the your best option... plus ma made this soup, and you it's good if ma mad-" Cash was cut off by his phone ringing, he checks to see who's calling, its his mother.

"hello, what do you need ma?"

"someones here."

cash froze "wha-"

"someone is here! and there looking for y/n! I think its that creep she told us about! I tried to tell them that they already left, but he's convinced that she's still on the property!"

"I'll be right there." Cash hangs up and stands up

"now I have to go deal with something real quick, ok? you just stay here and be extra quiet alright darlin?" he gives you a peck on the head and then rushes out the door.

you didn't hear all of what was said on the phone, but you did hear that someone was looking for you. this could be your chance, your chance to get away from cash and go back to your normal life.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------POV CHANGE: Cash

after the phone call from his mama, he rushed outside. it didn't take long to spot a guy heading his way. he had short black hair, slightly shorter then himself and was thicker built. But Cash had always was stronger then he looked, so he wasn't worried about taking this guy on.

"you! where the fuck is y/n!" the guy yells

"thats none of your concern" Cash spoke

"I know she's here fucker, and I know you've been keeping her from me!" Cash was a little surprised by that, how would he even know that? did y/n tell him some how? however he found out, it doesn't matter, what matters is getting this guy off the ranch.

Cash takes the first swing, punch the dude right in the face, and quickly uppercutting (is this the right term?) him a few times in the stomach. this dude pushes him off, hits Cashes knee so he falls to the ground and then slams his fist into Cashes head... a few times.

Once David had nocked blondie out, he turns towards the small house, he can see your car parked behind the building. he rushes inside and starts calling your name

------------------------------------------------------------------------------POV CHNAGE: you (are the pov changes too much?)

you hear someone ram through the door and start to call your name.

"y/n?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU!!??" you realize its David thats calling for you. how did he know I was here?

not wanting to stay here any longer, you call back to him "I'm in here!"

soon after you shout, David practically runs through the door, quickly scanning the room landing his eyes on you. "oh baby!" he rushes towards you untying your ropes. "what did they do to you?"

"I'll tell you later, lets just go!" you grab Davids hand and rush out of the house, you see your car, but you have no idea where your keys are.

"I have my car, its just down the road!" David takes the lead now, running towards his car. thats until someone grabs your other hand, its Cash. his face was all bloody, so was Davids but Cash was more so, and he had a firm grasp on your hand.

"Darlin, don't let this creep take you! don't you remember what he did to you? please baby, just come back inside and we can talk this out" Cash looks at you with soft eyes, if you still had feeling for him, it would be a tempting offer, but this man kidnapped you and tied you up... so you kicked him right in the balls.

Cash crumbled to the ground groaning in pain, he had let go of your hand from the pain. you took this opportunity and run with David to his car.

once you both get in, david slams on the peddle and starts heading towards town.

you felt relief, but it was quick to turn into a new kinda dread. Cash wasn't a problem anymore, but a new one arose, David.

"where are we going?" you ask

"home." David answers simply. you had this feeling he didn't mean your home, but his.

you started to think about how much it would hurt if you just jumped out of the car. it would give you a chance to get away from both of the insane men in your life, and slowly you started to reach for the door handle.

"don't you even think about it." David speak and is quick to grab your hand and keep it in place.

"I already lost you once, I don't need to loose you again." David softly smiles at you.

...

it was silent in the car for a bit, until a question popped in your head.

"how did you know where I was?"

David shuffled in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the question. "it doesn't really matter how, just that i did."

"David. how did you know where I was"

" it's really not the impor-"

"David."

"FINE, fine...I have a tracker on your car."

you were shocked, not expecting that to be his answer. you rest your head in your hands and start to laugh while crying.

"oh my god! haha, it wouldn't have mattered what i did, did it?" you say

"what do you mean?" David asks

"what i mean is, I willing chose to stay at that ranch to take a break from you. so i could get some fucking sleep and not have to worry about you showing up randomly at MY home! the plan was to stay at the ranch for a bit, find a new place to live and move. and i did find a place to live and I was suppose to be in my new place right fucking now! thats until Cash went... the point is, even if i did move, you would still know where to find me and you would still have knocked on my fucking door bagging for a second chance! I wasn't gonna loose you like i planned..." after going off on your little rant, anger started to to fill you, you slip your hand out from Davids grasp and start hitting him with all your might

"ow! y/n your hurting me!"

in between every word you spoke you would hit him once more "you. ruined. my. life!"

David was quick to pull over the car, not like you noticed you were too busy trying to give him what he deserved.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YO- MMMHF!!" before you knew it, David had grabbed a cloth and put it against your air ways, you were suddenly feeling very sleepy, and shorty after, everything faded to black...

Dear lord, that was a lot to write, hope ya'll liked it!

#my writing #yandere #yandere x reader #my ocs

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heavencasteel420 · 1 month

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I probably won't finish the fifth chapter of Tonight, Tonight, the Highway's Bright until Tuesday or so, but in honor of the We Love Jancy Fanfic Event, I'm posting the first bit (Nancy's letter to Jonathan) right here:

Dear Jonathan,

Guess who’s grounded for a week because she disappeared for almost three hours on Thanksgiving Day? That’s right—it’s me! Mom was frantic when I came home, with Dad and all the relatives tiptoeing around her, nibbling on hors d’ouvres. Apparently she’d called Steve (even though he was in Virginia with his grandparents for Thanksgiving) and Tommy (as though I’d spend any time with Tommy on my own) and Carol (which at least makes sense—she was in town and we do hang out a lot, unfortunately). Plus half a dozen other people from school, so everybody’s whispering about how I’ve gone crazy again. I guess I’m lucky, because if I hadn’t broken my hand and screamed at my mom in front of everyone last winter, they’d be gossiping about how I must have been cheating on Steve, or doing drugs in the woods, or going to the Planned Parenthood in Bloomington for a VD test. I’m insane enough that nobody has a problem believing that I’d skip out on Thanksgiving just to smoke cigarettes and listen to The Lexicon of Love in my car by myself.

(Do you like ABC? I bet not. I bet they’re too goofy for you.)

That’s what I told everyone, by the way. I figured you wouldn’t want everyone in your business, even though you don’t live here anymore. I thought about telling Mom, because she always liked you and she’d be glad to hear you were doing all right. She’d probably say something to Dad, though, and he’d let it slip to people at his job. I thought about telling Steve, too, because he’s maybe the only person who seems to think I was acting weird (for me, I mean). He keeps asking why I didn’t just fake sick or go to Carol’s if I needed a break from my family. That’s what he does when things are tense at home, basically: pretend to be too tired from basketball practice and hole up in his bedroom, or visit me or Tommy. Sometimes I worry that he has the idea that I’m cheating, like maybe Billy Hargrove said something to him, but I don’t really think that’s it. He’d be mad at me and Billy, and he’d be hurt, and he’d have every right to feel that way, but he wouldn’t be too scared to ask me if it was true. Because that would be a shitty thing to do—it was shitty to let Billy feel me up that one time—but sometimes normal girls cheat on their boyfriends. He’d know what to do with that—dump me or forgive me or get back at me with some other girl. But I don’t think he even knows what he’s afraid I’m doing.

Speaking of being afraid to ask things, Mom hasn’t said one word about the cobbler. At first I assumed she’d forgotten—there were two pies and cookies and ice cream for the dessert already—but then Dad asked if there were any leftovers of the cobbler on Sunday, and she told him it’d all been eaten up. Maybe it was. It’d be a lot for one person, but probably your roommate ate some of it. What’s he like, anyway? I don’t think I even asked whether you met him through school or work or what. I guess I talk a lot about myself. Did you like the cobbler?

Well, I get out of prison on Saturday. I’m going shopping for winter formal dresses with Carol. I am not looking forward to it. All the girls have been bringing catalogs and magazines to school this week so they can show each other their favorites, but it just makes me sad. Barb and I used to look over Seventeen for hours and talk about what we’d wear to high school dances, when that was still years away. We used to wear matching outfits. Do you remember that? The same styles, but different colors, because I was a brunette and she was a redhead. Like Betsy-Tacy. But you’ve probably never heard of Betsy-Tacy.

Anyway, Carol’s a redhead, too, and she’s mad because pink dresses are so “in” this year. It’s hard to find one that’s any other color. She thinks it’s some kind of fashion law that you can’t wear pink if you’re a redhead, even though all the magazines say that you just need to pick a shade that complements your hair color. She told me that’s just a lie advertisers made up to sell lipsticks. (There’s no way you’re interested in this debate, but you’re going to hear all about it, anyway.) She’s been pissing off all the other girls by criticizing their dress choices. Chrissy Cunningham, one of the cheerleaders, almost cried because Carol said her carnation-pink Gunne Sax gown would made her complexion “look like ass.” And Nicole Evans isn’t speaking to her because she said Nicole could wear anything she wanted, because she “has a face like an angry hardboiled egg no matter what she does.”

(I feel bad for Nicole—her face doesn’t actually look like an egg—but I’d feel worse for her if she wasn’t always talking behind my back about how sad and boring and not-that-cute I am, and how she can’t believe Steve ever looked at me twice. She’s not totally off-base, but I don’t think she should blame me for Steve’s bad taste, ha ha.)

About the only girls who are still talking to Carol are me and Heather Holloway. Heather has black hair and looks gorgeous in pink, so Carol couldn’t really insult her. (She couldn’t insult me because I didn’t tell her my dress idea—I want one like Ariel wears in Footloose, pink and off the shoulder—but I’m sure she’ll do it on Saturday.) But Heather’s mother is taking her shopping in Indianapolis, so it’s just me and Carol at the downtown J.C. Penney’s…and Mike. I don’t know if Mom’s still punishing me by making me chauffeur him—he shot up a few inches over the summer and seriously needs new pants—or if she’s just desperate to get him out of the house. Honestly, though, he’s not going to make the trip worse. Carol will be annoying about it, but she’s always kind of annoying. Plus she’ll talk the whole time, so I won’t have to figure out what to say to Mike. He’s so quiet nowadays. I worry about him sometimes.

By the way, don’t think that you’re getting out of meeting me at the mall in Indianapolis. Your time is coming, because the selection at the J.C. Penney’s downtown is never good, and I still want my dish back.

Love,

Nancy

#tonight tonight the highway's bright #jancy fanfic #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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An Unambiguous Love [9/10]: Trial Runs

1 :: 2 :: 3 :: 4 :: 5 :: 6 :: 7 :: 8 :: 9 :: 10 ::

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 9 word count: 3751

A/N: Sorry this is a little later than usual, I got home from work and started watching Spree and got distracted by how I am so sure I could fix Kurt Kunkle, but you're not here to hear about my poor taste in men lol.

You really don’t feel too good over the next few days. You take the Sunday off sick, and the Monday. Tuesday is your day off anyway, and in the late afternoon, your brother shouts to you that you have a visitor, though he doesn’t name them. You think that strange of him, since he’s met all your friends by now, he knows all of them by name. You make your way downstairs and see Tiffany at your door, looking worse for wear than you feel. You recognise the pale green complexion, though, and crane your neck around to see Eddie sitting in his van, reading a book. Tiffany pipes up, “I found him and asked him to bring me here after school. I hope that’s okay.”

“You wanna come and sit down after the drive?” you ask with a smirk, and she nods with wide eyes. With a soft chuckle, you let her in and close the door behind her. You get her some water and guide her to the couch.

"So how are you holding up?" she asks.

You blow out a harsh breath. "I don't know. I hate taking time off work, I'm hoping this all clears up by tonight so I can come in tomor-"

"Don't you dare even, Jesse's already taking over that one for you, too, so you can be back at 100%."

You scoffs, "He barely likes doing his own shifts, let alone covering for me! Why would he do that?"

She shrugs. "Knowing him growing up, the only thing I could say is that he'll want to use it as leverage, maybe he plans to "call sick" himself once you're better? I dunno. So what happened? Steve came in to see you on Sunday and he seemed real concerned about you."

You hold your head in your hands. "Tiff, I really don't need your whole spiel about how Steve and I are star-crossed lovers or whatever, alright? I'm sorry, I'm just really not in the mood to entertain it right now."

She frowns, "I'm being serious, Y/N. He's been in, that Eddie guy's been. Those other freshmen that are always in the store even came and found me in the cafeteria today to ask about you." A warm smile spreads along your face. "So, are you going to tell me what's up?"

"What do you already know?" You ask.

"I know you went out to the movies with those two boys, and then you saw your other friends, and then you've been ill ever since," she explains slowly.

You nod, "Well, the truth is… I got overwhelmed, because I think I was supposed to have been set up on a date." Tiffany chokes on her water. "But I couldn't think of how, or why, or even who it was that wanted it, I mean… Like, yeah, we've all always been close as friends, but if I'd have known that I was accidentally leading one of them on - or both of them - I wouldn't have been that way so much with both of them… But it's so weird, it's not like I do that with all new friends, I've never been compelled to invite Ralph over to cuddle and watch movies with like I have the other two." You hold your head in your hands again. "Now I don't know if they expected more of me, or maybe they thought they had to go along with these things even if they didn't want -"

"Let me stop you there, just… Breathe a second," Tiffany strokes your shoulder. "They certainly care about you. It's obvious even now, when you're not around. I don't think they'd be like that if they felt any ill will towards you." Tiffany herself takes a deep breath in. "In all honesty, I don't think even I could tell you which one is into you, really. Maybe you should just… Ask each one on an actual, real date?"

"I don't want to ruin what we have, if they like it like that, too." You throw yourself back onto the couch, head leaning up to stare at the ceiling. "Oh god, what have I done?!"

"Don't frame it as a date, then. Just… Hang out with them, one-on-one. Invite them somewhere," Tiffany suggests.

You gently put a hand to her face. "How are you wiser than me, when you're years younger?"

She shrugs. "It's a blessing and a curse, honestly." You both laugh and she starts to say her goodbyes.

As she reaches the door, you say, "Hey, uh… Tell Eddie I miss him, will you? And I give you full permission to tell Steve whenever you want to, as well. As long as there's no more matchmaking. I've got to take that on now," you nod, and Tiffany does back, too.

"Of course I will," she agrees with a smile, hugging you in the doorway. You watch her climb back into Eddie's van, and catch his eye briefly. He looks at you with his classic soft smile, but his eyes are sad. It changes his whole face. You smile back and wave at him. He flutters his fingers back at you before reversing out.

You go to your room and open up your journal. You split a double page spread into four: two rows labelled with each boys' name, and two columns labelled "pros" and "cons". The only issue is… There are no cons. There are no downsides to either one of your best friends. That's why you've been able to become so close to them so quickly.

Giving yourself some more time to take care of yourself, the next day you call up Eddie first. It's only fair, he's seen you in person the most recently, he deserves an explanation.

He still sounds so enthusiastic on the phone. "How are you? Are you better now? It's so nice to hear your voice again."

"I'm… Fine, Eds, thank you. Just a quick one, I know you've got Hellfi-"

"If you need to, I can postpone -"

"No, that's very sweet of you, but this'll only take a second. Would you like to get dinner tomorrow? I'm only working early, and there's that Italian place downtown that I swear does pizza that's actually made to taste like how I thought that takeaway one was, but I can't get a whole one for myself, and… It'd be nice to catch up, just us two. What do you say?"

"Ooh, dinner at a fancy restaurant? Sounds like a date," he teases.

"Call it what you want, Munson, are you in?"

You can hear the grin on his face. "Hell yeah. Call me when you're home from work and we'll go from there, okay?"

The whole morning of the next day, you'd been trying desperately to plan this all out perfectly. You're only working the opening shift, so you can go home, get ready, and meet Eddie at your favourite proper restaurant, for a proper dinner. You'd had everything down to the letter.

And then Jesse just had to call off his closing shift. And you took that as a sign that this was how you're supposed to "repay" his kindness. You'd really rather not, but between Jesse and Eddie, you decide Eddie would be far more accommodating to the idea of rescheduling. You phone him up, having his and Steve's numbers memorised by now, and explain your situation. He understands, naturally, though the disappointment is clear in his tone. He tells you he'll figure something out, and to enjoy the rest of your shift.

Later on, disgruntled by the fact you're still working, though glad it's almost over, you're so busy with your usual closing routine that the doorbell ringing throws you off. You manage to get out a, "Sorry, we're closed!" but not before letting out a small squeal of surprise.

"Well, that sound was mighty delicious," you don't even have to turn around to know from the tone of his drawl that Eddie has the widest smirk on his face. Sure enough, his head is cocked as though he's admiring you, sucking his half-smiling bottom lip in and out between his teeth. If you give yourself more than a split second to admire it, you'd be lost for words.

"Point still stands, Munson. Can't serve you. Sorry," you shrug, mirroring his head tilt.

"Really? You won't do me one solid as compensation for standing me up?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"I did not!" You throw your cleaning rag at him, which he manages to dodge with a cackle. "Blame Jesse the jerk for calling off at the last minute."

Eddie pulls a face. "Ugh. Yeah. Don't love that guy. Buuuut I am feeling a little buffered now, getting all excited for a dinner that never happened. Especially since I got all dolled up," you hadn't even realised, since its all sleek black, but he's ditched the denim, kept the leather jacket, and is wearing a button-down shirt that is far too flattering to look at without gawping, especially when the top few buttons are undone just enough for his tattoos to peek through. When you manage to catch his eye, he smirks, "You got anything to help with that?" Eddie-the-date seems to be emulating Steve's usual cockiness when he's around other girls, but you try and put that thought out of your head. No thinking about Steve. This is Just Eddie.

You quirk an eyebrow to try and match his energy. "Got anything in mind?"

Eddie's cocky half-smile breaks out into a full beam. "Yeah, I got somethin'. How's about an apology kiss?"

Your brain freezes for a moment. You, Eddie and Steve all have your flirtatious banter, sure, and what happens at parties, well, it's always stayed at parties. And here Eddie is offering it up as if it's normal for all of you.

Trying to remain cool and collected, your eyes scan your surroundings until you see the jars of assorted dice, sorted by shape, that sit on this particular counter. You grab a d20, press it into Eddie's hand, hold his fingers to wrap around it and grin back, "Roll for persuasion." You have no idea how you've managed to make that so smooth, but you've done it. Though only for a split second, you have successfully rendered Edward Munson speechless.

"Alright, alright, what's the difficulty?" he eventually asks, shaking it around in his fist.

You suck in a breath through your teeth. You don't want to look desperate here, just in case. You eventually settle for, "20. Flat roll."

Eddie kisses his teeth. "Alright, fair enough, let's go." He flicks it onto the table, and…

"Ah, 16. Too bad," you scrunch your face up jokingly and lean back to start heading over to pick up your cleaning rag, but Eddie gently places a finger underneath your chin.

"You're forgetting something, sweetheart," his voice is lower, softer, yet more gruff. You narrow your eyes in questioning and he starts to pull you over the counter, closer to him. "That's just on the die," he tiptoes to lean right over to close the gap between you two, whispering so close to your mouth that his warm breath tickles your lips, "I got a plus 5 proficiency." Eddie kisses you in a way that is both brand new and yet every way he kisses into one. The tenderness of his usual, affectionately-high kisses, mixed with the fervorous intent of his passionately-drunk kisses. It's soft in nature, yet strong in practice. It lasts for one long peck, followed immediately by a short one, then a shared look of genuine elation between you. "Did that hit, by chance?"

Feeling the rush, you ask, "Wanna try your luck again?"

Eddie cocks his head in that way that makes you Feel Things again. "What do I get out of a natural 20?" He asks as he blindly feels for and picks up the die again.

Trying to test entirely what the vibe may be including a certain other someone, you tell him, "For that, let's throw in Harrington, too."

"Hot damn!" Eddie sings as he fully slings the die across the counter.

You tut and shake your head. "Your plus five doesn't help you on a ten, does it?

Eddie taps his chin in thought, closing one eye as he focuses. "Trying to think of what spells and abilities get me back up there again…"

You giggle, "If you can think of any that get you back to 20 off the top of your head, I'll get Steve myself."

Eddie's teeth practically go through his lip as he bites it in contemplation. Finally too weak to combat your urges, you let your mind wander. To you biting his lip for him. Just taking it between your own teeth and pulling it right out until it slips back out again. The sounds he'd make from that, the desperation to get back to it. Daydream!Eddie just can't get enough, going back to kiss you and gently nibble on your lip so you take the hint about what he wants from you. Daydream!Eddie's hands are on your ass cheeks, gripping and releasing with every bite.

But it's not just you two in this scenario. Daydream!Steve is stood directly behind you, head bent to kiss and bite your neck. His hands squeeze your hips as they pull you back flush against his chest before sliding up to possessively grab at your breasts. Both pretend boys are absolutely all over you, and within that universe, you are entirely content.

Real Life Eddie takes you out of that by drumming on the counter as he continues to think, getting himself more and more frustrated before growling. "Why is my mind so blank now?!" He doesn't seem to have noticed your transfixed-on-nothing eyes, or burning hot cheeks.

Wishing you had the same issue, you try to hide your blushing face by keeping your head down and looking for your rag once again. "Sorry, Munson. Rules is rules."

He tuts and gently punches the counter. "Rules is rules, and that's final. Yeah. Can't argue with that."

"Do you at least feel somewhat… Compensated for missing out on dinner?"

Eddie smiles softly. "It's not a transaction really, but let's say sure. You gonna be okay getting home tonight?" He starts fidgeting with his shirt in a somewhat awkward manner.

You chuckle and nod. "I'll be fine, you go put some Eddie clothes back on. Sorry again -"

Eddie cuts you off, but not before a brief moment to check you out as you bend over, completely unnoticed by you. "No apology necessary. Maybe we'll just reschedule. Or maybe that'll just jinx us again?"

Once stood back up, you shrug, "Who knows. Night, Munson." You decide to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and he turns on his heel before you can notice it turning just as red as yours.

"Goodnight. Get home safe," he waves over his shoulder before heading back out.

Once everything is done but the locking of the door, all the evening's events hit you at once, so hard that you end up just sitting on the floor between the comic aisles. You and Eddie kissed. Sober. You didn't expect to be doing that with these dates. Is he going to expect more, now? What about Steve? Should he know? Would he have any opinion of it? Everything between the three of you has been mutual and friendly, would it be better if he got to kiss you, too? But it wouldn't be fair if one was more natural and the other one "only" happened to balance things out. But what if Steve doesn't want to kiss you while he's sober?

You hold your head in your hands and try to clear your thoughts. You're able to eventually come to the conclusion that you're simply overthinking everything. You decide to just put all those thoughts away, dump them into your journal later, then slam that thing shut and instead focus on how you’re going to ask Steve out now.

You can’t really go on a real date with Steve, since you didn’t technically go on one with Eddie. But, the next day, knowing you’re both closing, you decide to end things a little early and surprise Steve with a visit. As soon as he sees you, he rushes over and pulls you in for a tight, lingering hug. Much like how Eddie had been acting like Steve the day before, this certainly feels like more of an Eddie reaction to you. You squeeze him back, hoping to squeeze out any other comparison to Eddie when tonight is about Steve. “How are you, now?” Steve asks.

“Better,” you nod with a weak smile. “Uh, hey, I know it’s late and all, but did you wanna just… I dunno, drive around? Go hang out some place? Just us two?”

“Yeah, sure! You want me to drive? I can take you to my favourite spot,” he suggests, and you nod.

He spends most of the drive catching you up on all the things the kids have been up to and talking about while you’ve been away from it all. Apparently, you’ve really got Jane into the world of comics, which Mike wants to someday thank you for in person.

You vaguely recognise the area around the lake he’s driving towards. You’ve seen the lake on your map. The one shaped like a heart. If you think about its name too long, you’ll start getting nervous about Steve’s intentions and panic. But, isn’t this whole evening all about finding out Steve’s intentions? Maybe he’s picked Lovers’ Lake on purpose.

He leads you to where some large rocks converge onto a soft patch of grass, but instead of sitting at either of those spaces, like you do as you perch on a rock, he instead starts patrolling the area while staring at the ground. “You good?” you ask with a laugh.

“Who, me? Just swell. Hey, uh, you ever skimmed stones before? It’s like, my favourite thing to do here. But I think I’ve used up all the good ones,” he pulls a face.

Rolling your eyes, you hop off the rock you’d just sat on. “No way you’ve used up every good one. Maybe you’re just looking for the easy ones.”

Steve gasps dramatically, “Are you questioning how good I am?!”

“As someone who’s never done it before, absolutely,” you giggle, finally finding one that looks like it’s got a relatively smooth surface.

“Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got,” Steve’s stance is cocky, his head tipped to one side as he looks you up and down with a smirk. It flusters you for a second before you regain your composure. You flick your wrist as you throw the stone, and it bounces once off of the surface of the water before ultimately sinking beneath it. You raise your arms in celebration and cheer, and Steve chuckles at you. "Wow, never before have I seen such excitement over such a feeble attempt."

You cross your arms, "Like you could do any better!"

"Watch and learn, babe," he smirks, picking another one up and throwing it out at the water. It bounces twice, awkwardly, before tumbling into the water.

You raise your eyebrows, “And that was supposed to be better than my attempt?”

“Sorry, isn’t - isn’t two more than one?” Steve presses a finger to his lip and looks up, laughing as you shove him away.

“Yeah, but at least mine was all smooth! Yours was, like…” You wave your hands up and down alternately. He mimics you mockingly, so you exaggerate your movements further still until you both start hitting each others’ hands, eventually collapsing into each other with laughter.

“Look, why don’t I show you how it’s done?” Steve picks out another stone and presses it into your hand. He moves behind you, gently kicking at your feet to guide them before cradling his body around yours, one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around the hand holding the stone. “Now,” his voice is low and soft in your ear, “a lot of people say it’s all in the wrist, but you’ve gotta angle yourself right, too, right?” You nod, swallowing hard. “So just get a feel for things, like this.” Using your hip and your hand as leverage, Steve starts guiding you to swivel at the hips, from side to side. His hand squeezes your hip just a little, and your breath hitches as you take a deep breath in. You feel Steve breathe out against your neck, his breath hitching, too.

He wriggles the fingers of the hand holding yours until he’s gotten you to drop the stone entirely, before guiding you round to face him. He slips his hands into yours and leans down to kiss you sweetly. Soft, lingering pecks, one after another after another. Usually, Steve smiles into his kisses, and you can feel it, but this time it feels more… Intense.

Your mind wanders again, to Steve kissing down to your neck, his hand reaching up into your hair as he backs you against the larger rock you’d been perched on earlier. Eddie’s here now, too, kissing your mouth with open lips and hands that inch further and further down your body. Daydream!Steve pulls you back to kiss you fully, as daydream!Eddie seems to sink lower and lowe-

You pull yourself out of the very real kiss still happening between you and Steve with a sharp intake of breath. He shuffles his weight between his feet and drops your hands. "We, uh, should get you back to your car again soon, right? Is everyone home tonight or is it just you and… Marvin?"

"Look at you, on first name terms!" You playfully bat his arm as you both start walking back to his car.

"Shut up," he laughs bashfully.

The ride back is quieter than the one there, but it's not awkward. Not until you've given Steve a goodbye kiss on the cheek just like you did with Eddie, and then you've gotten into your car and made it safely out of the lot. Only once you're alone with your thoughts do you realise how screwed you really are.

Both "dates" were equally amazing, in their own rights. But your wandering thoughts ultimately kept bringing you back to the same wish: you couldn't help but want the other person there, too.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #fluff #aul #*myfics

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tsuehiro · 2 years

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I'm alright if you're alright

And I'm okay if you're okay

Pairings :: Yaku x F!reader

Synopsis ; reader is sick which causes her to skipping school and she decides to not to tell her boyfriend, who is Yaku Morisuke.

Word Count = [ 579 ]

Song name :: This December

NOTEs!!

I think i can call this series because i'm planning to do those scenarios often with different song lyrics and haikyuu characters.

I don't really know if the scenario makes any sense but I just wanted to write this to got this out of my mind.

So why not to make it series yeah,,

It was more pretty and all of that stuff but it got out of like this so it's weird ig.. Anyways,,

Well it's fem reader againn, sorry (◞‸◟ㆀ)

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Enjoy while reading! ♡

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Tuesday — 20:48

' How sweet ' you thought, looking at your boyfriend who was getting ready to leave the gym while waving off every teammates of his.

You were waiting for him at the door with your hands in your pockets. Even when it was a summer night, you were feeling a little bit cold which was really odd for you.

When Yaku got out of the door you smiled at him which he returned with the same energy.

" Let's go l/n-san! "

You nodded and started to walk. It was fun to walk to home with him.

Wednesday — 7:12

Here you were, in your bed, keeping your blanket close to you even when it's literally looked like you were rolled up inside there. When your mom saw you like this, she was already panicking on what to do.

" Mom I'm okay, don't worry! I mean * cough cough * I'll be okay in tomorrow morning, i guess.. "

She run to the bathroom to prepare a wet towel for your head.

' I'll be alright if i just skip one day, yeah. That's it ' you thought.

Well..

It wasn't alright.

Friday — 18:20

You weren't coughing but still feelin cold and not letting go your blanket, you had skipped school for 3 days now.

You were about to sleep again when you heard a knock on your door. You thought that your mom will open but then you remembered that she was in work so you got up slowly.

You open the door slowly, seeing your boyfriend's eyes looking worried at you.

" O-oh hey Mori- "

" Why didn't you tell me that you were sick?! I got so worried! These 3 days were so hard to past by! "

" I'm.. I'm sorry Morisuke, I thought it'll be alright in the first day. " you pouted.

Feeling his hand on your cheeks made you melt for a moment. He was warm.

" Why are you so cold? It's literally burning outside! "

" I don't know, it's just.. I feel really cold "

He put his hand on his chin, looking like thinking. He grabbed you by your shoulders and turned you around.

He definitely knows your house, he has been here so much before.

" Go and take a cold shower! I'll make you food! I mean i already did but that doesn't matters! "

You chuckled and listened to him. After your shower you thought it didn't helped but it did, Yaku is never wrong-.

You were feeling better at the end of the day, thanks to Yaku. You accompanied him to the door when it was getting late. Standing in front of the door, he smiled brightly at you, which you returned him with the same energy.

" Thank you a lot, Morisuke~ "

" You should've just let me know, you know? I actually got suspicious when your text replies were so short unlike the other ones. I knew it that something wasn't okay. "

You kissed his cheek softly, making his heart melt.

You don't need to know that but you did-.

" Are you sure you're alright now babe? "

" Yes! Thanks to you love~ I mean I was and with you all day~! I'm more than alright now!! "

You grinned while he thought to himself,,

' I'm alright if you're alright

And I'm okay if you're okay '

He smiled to you too, waving at each other, he left your house.

' How sweet ' you thought, again, while closing the door.

#haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#yaku morisuke #yaku x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #song fic

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fluffy-critter · 4 months

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#crosspost #busybee

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namuneulbo · 9 months

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week ninety-one

i had tuesday and wednesday off this week and i had a morning shift on monday so afterwards i went shopping. i needed pyjamases and i found three !!!! i wont need anymore in a while. one was just a pair of pants, one was a pink barbie set and one was a black more lingerie-esque dress. i havent tried sleeping in the dress yet.

tuesday! i was off work! i went to watch oppenheimer w my dad in the evening. it was so good omg. i really liked it and god i love cillian murphy. i also found out ss height hehe i told him how tall i was weeks ago when he asked me but i never got to find out his. ive been thinking ab it a lot bc back then he said i wasnt much shorter than him so i held my expectations low but he exceeded. i think hes a very nice height :)

wednesday was piercing day!!! i got another piercing in my lobes. i went w t and we went by bus. we talked the entire way there and then we went for breakfast at a café and then we went shopping while waiting for our piercing appointments. i had a mozzarella and pesto filled croissant at the café and it was so good but the coffee i had was extremely mid. i got a phone case from tiger and i got a pair of loafers from h&m.

the piercing hurt more than i thought it would. my first lobes, and my first piercings ever, were made w a piercing gun and the pain was quick and not even really there. i healed just fine from them so i actually wanted to do that from the beginning but nowadays thats the same price as just going to an actual piercer so yk. afterwards me and t walked round a few places trying to find a restaurant. t suggested this pasta place and we went but they only had two things on the menu at that hour so we decided to look for more places and ending up where we always end up, hesburger.

i slept the entire bus ride home.

i woke up feeling like shit on thursday. i had sensed it a bit the evening before but it was really bad in the morning so i decided to call in sick from work. it was insane, dude. i first call this girl whose like a bit of an upper employee who was at work at that hour and she doesnt answer so i message her. i give her some time to reply and when she does she told me to call the boss. i absolutely despise talking to her. everything she says is said in such a negative and mean tone and shes always hissing. literally get teary-eyed whenever i talk to her im not even kidding and shes made me cry before. anyways, i call her and i tell her ive been feeling poorly all morning and she just hangs up? so i get pissed off and send the same thing through text. she doesnt reply but i never go to work that day and no one says anything ab it.

later in the day i go to the store to go buy soda and chips. i go for a little walk afterwards and it was very nice apart from the fact that i was wearing too much. i got home and just played a bunch of gta.

saturday! i had another work shift although it was shorter. it felt way longer though which is rare for mornings. i was supposed to go to the pharmacy after work to go buy a specific nose spray but ofc i forgot. i was already pissed off but i changed out of my work clothes and dressed up a bit and it made me feel better. i wore my new loafers.

i once again forgot to go to the pharmacy and realized after i already went shopping and ordered food so it was a bit panicky considering i got ice cream from the store. it turned out fine though although going to the pharmacy w a bag of fast food is something im not planning on doing again anytime soon.

today i had work for five hours in the morning... OR SO I THOUGHT. it was 10 minutes before my shift was ‘ending’ when my colleague walks up and asks when i want to go on my second break. i was like “what? i have two?” and he was like “u have three.” and i tell him i end in ten minutes and he was like “what? no ur not?” and we checked and i had indeed the wrong time. in my defense it was one of the lists that the boss said might change so i just had the old shift written down in my calendar TT i had to stay for another two hours... i managed though since yk,, it kind of helped getting through the hard part which are the early mid-hours thinking i was gonna go home soon and then after realizing my shift was longer it was still just two hours but it still annoyed me a lot.

ive been talking a lot w s. i reallyreally like talking to himmm and i still dont know if were flirting or not but like im def more on the positive side. yesterday he asked me if he should shave or not which i consider a thing guys only ask if they like u so :) im probably just bullshitting that though. i think weve got something though bc we literally talk all day everyday. ah, hes so fun.

sotw: bring me the horizon - pray for plagues

#diary #tumblr diary #namuneulbo

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minceyrecover · 2 years

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I Was Forced to See My Abuser the Other Day

As the title says. Last week Wednesday I and my mom went to my home town to see one of my brothers. As at the time I hadn't made plans because I was waiting for someone my father asked to see me. Mostly out of fear but also because I need him to keep paying child support (it is the only reason my mom can keep me in therapy right now).

My mom offered to go with me but, me being me turned her down. I wanted her to go, but I knew it would be just as hard for her as it was for me. So I went by myself, I wish I didn't go at all. I was scared, reasonably so. I have yet to learn to say no to him. He wanted to meet at a restaurant for some reason, but I was happy not to have to go to "that place". The restaurant has changed, it used to be a different one where I hold some memories. Good and bad. Maybe he hoped I would only remember the good ones, or maybe he hoped to taunt me with the bad ones. I couldn't say.

He was already there when I got there. Sitting at a table, next to him a friend of his who I have known most of my life. He's just as bad as him. I was always more scared of him than my father, and still am if I'm being honest. That's okay. I feel that's why my father brought him along. As some sick little joke.

I tried to get my head up, and act like I wasn't scared of him. I know I mostly failed but I'm still rather proud. Once I got there he had already ordered for me. Small side salad and water. Thinking back on it is hilarious to me. Such a dumb, desperate way to try to gain back control but in the moment it flooded my brain with memories of me begging him to let me eat anything after starving me for days on end. Even so, I ate it and tried to not let him know that it was on my mind.

Everything they did irritate me. From the way, their eyes held me at gunpoint to the way they silently mocked me to how they subtly degraded me like it was second nature.

" So you still with that boy? What-his-face? You know the one that was always around," said my dad.

"No, we broke up a while ago," I replied. Trying to keep all my answers short.

"Awe, sorry princess that sucks. Although that does make sense, you never did seem like.... his type," he said looking at me, his eyes like daggers.

Awkward silence for a bit before he spoke again

" Are you dating someone else then?" he asked

"Nope"

" That's not what I heard, your mother told me about some guy you're with," (This isn't exactly what he said but this guy doesn't know about this interaction or this blog so I don't want to give any details about him away)

"No, he broke up with me Tuesday," I replied not making eye contact.

"I'm sorry to hear that," He said with a sly kind of smile, the same one he always got when he made me cry.

"That makes sense though, you're not really the dating type" his friend chimed in.

Out of pure stupidity of asked "What do you mean?"

"Well I mean people don't tend to want someone, so... used up. Like yourself."

I just about died inside. That was probably the moment I thought was just going to burst into tears. ( I tend to be overemotional. Kind of a bad trait of mine) someone how to thank whatever you believe in I kept it together. More than that it was the way they subtle and unsubtle forced me into reliving the trauma I went through because of them. It was the way they changed the truth just for the pure pleasure of fucking with me.

"Rember that time you cried over because I wouldn't share that steak with you? You were always so childish. It's a wonder you ever made friends, I mean it was cute and all but it had to of been annoying," when the reality of the situation was that I was seven and he hadn't let me eat in over four days.

While I won't give examples here because, to be honest, I'm embarrassed by most of them, the way he compliment me like I was some little girl but at the same time a woman at a bar he trying to hit on. It caused a weird mix of discomfort and the want for me inside me. I know the latter was just caused by the desire I have to be loved, and cared about. From the want to have people compliment me, something I'm not fully used to. Most importantly I know they mean nothing from him. He only says them in hopes I fall back to him. While part of me wants to, and will probably always crave that life back, I will do everything in my power to never go back.

#emotional abuse #truama mention

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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The Double Date

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: Sirius is sick of James’ whining about Lily and y/n is sick of Lily pretending she hates James so they devise a plan to get them together, little do they know it works out well for them too

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, Remus being an adorable klutz, slight snape slander

A/n: 6.5k words, this oneshot is based off of this request sorry for the delay i got caught up with uni work x I hope you enjoyed it I loved writing this!

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“Ugh, he’s just so annoying” Lily complains as you both walk into your dorm “I mean why doesn’t he just give up already” she huffs, placing her bag down before taking a seat on the front of her bed

You sighed, shrugging off your robe, dropping it along with your bag on the floor before proceeding to collapse backwards onto your bed, ready to hear yet another rant about James Fleamont Potter. You loved Lily, you really did, but every day without fail she would complain about him. To start it was justified and usually only happened when he did something that really pissed her off but over the last few weeks she would just go on and on about him every chance she got.

You weren’t even listening to her as you stared up at the celling, whatever she was talking about you’d probably heard it a million times already. It was times like these you missed Snape, he would listen to her complain all day, of course he was obsessed with her much like James, although, you had to admit James’ obsession was more endearing than your ex friends. His love was lighter, purer, while Snape’s was borderline terrifying with the way you would and still do catch him staring at her from across the room. Not to mention James would never ever call Lily a mudblood, nor would any of the other marauders, you may have thought some of their pranks were a bit extreme but at least they were all good at heart.

One marauder did grow on you the most, even more so as you both shared one class alone together and were partners in said class. You hated it, falling for him like every other girl had done before you but you couldn’t stop yourself, Sirius was dreamy, handsome and to your surprise could be really sweet. You knew you had no chance with him, no matter how close you might have gotten, he was a natural flirt and he had never made a move so you concluded he must only see you as a friend. Despite that fact, you couldn’t help but daydream about the boy.

“Y/n?” Lily looks up to see you laying on the bed staring into space “I could say anything right now and you wouldn’t hear me” she tilts her head a bit thinking before testing that statement “There’s a spider on your bed and its crawling towards your face” no response “I saw Alice kiss Frank on Tuesday” still nothing “I’m in love with James”

Lily peers forward surprised not even that got your attention. Wow, she’s really is in her own little world, she thinks as she moves to get some of her homework out of her bag, deciding to do that while she waits on you snapping out of whatever daze you’re in. As Lily starts writing and you continue to daydream, a similar conversation occurs in the boy’s dorm.

Here he goes again, Lily’s so amazing, I think I saw her smile this time after she told me to get lost, ugh. Sirius lets his head fall back onto the headboard looking up before tilting his head to look at Remus who was grating his teeth as James drones on and on while he’s trying to read. He turns his head towards Peter, chuckling a bit as it seems James has already managed to put the boy to sleep. Looking back at James his voice starts to fade out as he just watches him gesture and smile as he raves about Lily

Sirius had to admit that the way James’ eyes lit up around Lily was sweet and he was sure whatever his friend was saying at that moment was also sweet, but hearing it every day for over 6 years drove him crazy. He had had his fair share of crushes, but nothing like the way James had it for Lily, well maybe he did for one girl but he’d never admit it.

You were perfect in his eyes, he loved it when you laughed at his jokes, blushed when he flirted with you and adored talking to you about anything and everything, but he never made a move for two reasons. One, as weird as it sounded he was scared to ruin what you had. Two, you just so happened to be Lily’s best friend and he was terrified you would think he was using you to help his own best friend or think he was nothing more than the school’s heartbreaker and you were his latest ‘victim’ as the rumours would call it.

Sirius was pulled out of his own daydream by a pillow hitting him in the face “Oww” he grabs the pillow throwing it straight back at James “What the hell Prongs” he huffs

“Glad I have your attention now, you’ve been sitting staring into space for like an hour mate” Sirius shakes his head looking around to see Remus and Peter are no longer there and the sun had gone down “What were you thinking about” James prods

“Nothing, just spaced that’s all” Sirius shrugs trying his hardest not to blush in embarrassment for daydreaming about you all that time

“Mhm” James hums back his tone knowing but doesn’t say anything “Moony and Wormtail are off to the kitchens to get snacks, wanna go and pretend we’re flitch again, they have my cloak but I swiped the map before they left” he holds up the bit of paper wiggling his eyebrows

“Moonys gonna kill us” Sirius smirks getting up and following James out “But it’s gonna be so worth it”

Walking into class you sit in your regular seat at the back, beginning to get out your stuff as you feel someone sit next to you. Looking over, you smile seeing Sirius getting his own stuff out, as he’s racking through his bag presumably for a quill he turns to you giving you a smile

“Morning love” he winks before turning bacl to his bag

“Morning Sirius” you greet back before biting your lip as you turn away, even now a small act like that made butterflies appear in your stomach

“Ah ha” Sirius pulls out the quill holding proudly smiling at you but his expression turns into a confused one as you begin to giggle “What” he starts chuckling unable to stop himself laughing with you

“Its…” you point at it “…a bit broken” your giggles increase as you see Sirius look at the quill inspecting it before the feathers tip over practically folding in half, making him laugh as he face palms “Can I…”

“Here” you hand him yours, then reach down into your bag to grab your spare

“Thanks love, don’t know what I’d do without you”

“Probably have an excuse to not write anything down” you tease

“Cheeky” he nudges you “Remember last year when you were all sweet and innocent” he leans into you pretending to reminisce “Whatever happen to that girl”

“You’re just jealous I have better patter than you now” you smirk

Just as Sirius was about to clap back the lesson starts, the professor explaining something that was bound to come up on the exam next semester while you watched Sirius doodle. His drawings were interesting, you had no idea why he drew them but you did recognise some symbols. Like there would be ones which represented the moon, probably for Remus, some for stags, must be James and then some others for dogs and rats, himself and Peter. You and Lily along with Alice, Marlene and Dorca had speculated about the marauder’s ‘nicknames’, wondering why they would choose them but you figured maybe it was their favourite animal or something.

Soon the professor leaves you to do the exercise while they mark some papers, you start working on writing up some things from the book in front of you, while Sirius continues to doodle. You had gotten used to working as you both had hushed conversations so when he shifts a little closer to you, you leant closer too to listen

“So how are you doing, Lily looked a bit pissed off this morning” he chuckles recalling breakfast where James was yet again rejected

“As per usual” you giggle back, to start you didn’t want to speak about Lily but it was nice to have some light-hearted fun as you both joked about your friends “He’s never going to give up, is he?”

“Never” he shakes his head “Just between us you think he has a chance?” he peers over his tone a bit more serious

You look up at him, breath hitching realising how close you were “umm” you turn back to your work unable to form an answer while he’s looking at you like that “Honestly?”

“Brutally”

“I think so, maybe not a the start, Lily definitely liked Snape for years but now?” you look back up at him “I’m almost certain she likes him back”

Sirius smiles brightly, clearly happy for his friend “I won’t tell him, he raves enough about her already” he starts to mock James’ voice quietly as you try your hardest not to snigger too loud “Oh my Lilypad looks so wonderful today, Pads did you see her face it was glowing, the way her hair was flowing in the wind earlier made her look like a goddess” he chuckles “Merlin, you think he’s annoying from what you’ve seen, trying sharing a dorm with him for almost 7 years and live with him for 2” he shakes his head “I love him but he drives me insane”

“Trust me I know how you feel, every night all I hear is James did this, James done that, can you believe he called me his Lilypad, blah blah blah blah blah blah” he smiles at your own mimicking

“I just wish they would get together already so we can get some peace” Sirius says as he shakes his head

You nod as he turns back to his doodles, as you sit you think for a moment before turning back “What if they did and we just gave them a little...push?” you propose

“What do you mean?” he raises an eyebrow clearly intrigued

“Well, I think you might be rubbing off on me a little bit but we could come up with a plan which pushes for them to interact in a normal way. Like James always tries to approach her and flirt but what if we just got them into a regular conversation, shame it’s not closer to Christmas we could include a little mistletoe to turn it romantic” you ponder “Either way it’ll work out well for them, even if the motive behind it is in our own self-interest” you chuckle nervously

“I like it” he nods before leaning closer to you “So glad I’m starting to corrupt you” he whispers into your ear, smirking as he pulls back seeing how much it affected you

“Shut up” you pout nudging him “We need a plan though and I have no ideas” you shrug

“Well darling” your heart leaps at the new nickname “That’s what I’m here for, you just sit and look pretty while I explain my amazing plan”

You blush at the compliment before turning to listen to his ‘plan’ but see he’s in thought “Got nothing huh?”

“Not a one”

About a week later Sirius approached you and Lily while you were studying, although you had seen him over at another table with the other marauders for a while before he got up and walked over

“Hey” he greets you both

“If you are here to convince me to…” Lily starts but Sirius cuts her off

“Actually, I wanted to talk to y/n” he flashes you a smile, but it isn’t the one you had grown used to this one resembled the one he used when flirting and it made your stomach feel all funny especially when he added “Alone”

“Oh” Lily is a taken aback looking over to see your reaction as your eyes are fixated on Sirius

“Sure” you nod quickly “I’ll be back in a bit” you smile at your friend as you follow Sirius out of the library to talk leaving Lily mildly confused but a small smile appears on her face

You look back to see the other marauders looking at you, furrowing your eyebrows as you seen James with a shit eating grin, Remus was a small smile as he soon returns to his book and Peters eyes wide a similar grin to James like they are all waiting in anticipation. As you leave the library Sirius pulls you into a small enclave down the corridor

“Hi again” Sirius smiles now at you, peaking his head out to make sure none of his friends followed him out, or more specifically looking at the ground for any of their feet

“Hi” you follow his gaze looking out then back at him “Why did you pull me out like that and why were your friends all grinning like Cheshire cats at me” you ask

He snaps his head back to you “Oh well its part of the plan you see” he smirks before tilting his head “What’s a Cheshire cat?”

“Thing from a muggle book, ask Remus” he lets out an ‘ah’ in understanding before you continue “So what’s the plan?” you bite your lip as you wait for his answer

“Well, James, Remus and Peter all know that me and you are pretty good friends now and Lily knows that you are friendly with me, so” he smiles obviously proud of his own thinking

“So” you extend the syllables

“We are going to go on a date” you almost choke on the air as your eyes go wide “Not a real date like a fake date” he clarifies although his heart ache a bit saying the word ‘fake’

You’re at a loss for words, a series of little noises coming out as you open and close your mouth trying to process before eventually forming a sentence “How… How is us going on a date going to help James and Lily?” struggling to understand how his thought process led him to you both going on a ‘date’

“Well it’s not just going to be us” if your confused look could grow any more than it could in that moment it did “It’s going to be a double date with the two of them”

You lean back on the wall behind you, crossing your arms as you look back up at him “Sirius?”

“Yeah?” he smiles like he doesn’t realise his plan had one pretty obvious flaw

“You do realise that the point of the plan was to get them, together right? I mean if we could go on a double date with them then our problems would already be solved?”

“Yes love, there’s more so let me finish” you give him a sceptical look “Please I promise it’s a better plan than you think, I have thought this through” he convinces

“Fine” you give in

“You told me that they needed an excuse to be around each other civilly even try to coax them into something romantic” you nod slowly “Well, you know my reputation so wouldn’t it make sense that when you run off to tell Lily that I asked you to Hogsmeade this weekend you only agreed if she could come too because you were nervous?” Sirius tries his best not to smile as he sees the cogs turn in your head

You go to argue his plan but stop thinking about it, that might actually work in some chaotic Sirius type of way, “So the four of us go on a double date and while we pretend to be on said date we make some opportunity to leave them alone to talk to one another?” you look up to make sure you got the plan right

“Exactly darling, its good isn’t it?” he wiggles his eyebrows

You roll your eyes “it’s okay” you shrug pursing your lips as you try not smile

“Okay” he leans down, making your head jerk back a bit “Only okay?”

You sigh “It’s a surprisingly good plan” you admit

“Thank you” he stands back up straight, happy with your tinting cheeks “Great it’s time to set the plan in motion, especially now you’re all cute and flustered” he winks at you before gesturing for you to follow him back into the library, as you follow beginning to blush more at him calling you ‘cute’

You looked over at Lily as she read her book on her bed, sighing for probably the hundredth time, trying to figure out exactly how you were going to word this. Although it turned out your nervous sighs and constant glances at her seemed to work in your favour as Lily brings up the subject for you, huffing as she closes her book, swinging her legs around to face you

“Okay you have been acting like this since Sirius talked to you earlier, so what is it?” she tilts her head, a part of her knowing what you could be nervous about

You lift your head up, moving to sit facing her from your own bed, realising you could just pretend he did ask you and tap into how you would actually react “Please don’t be mad at me” you cringe knowing that if it did happen you would worry if she would be mad you were going on a date with James’ best friend

Lily takes a breath, whatever going on in her brain confirming itself “He asked you out, didn’t he?”

“Little bit” you nod “To Hogsmeade this weekend”

“That’s great”

“You really think so?” you perk up

“Yeah you two have been getting closer for a while it was about time” Lily shrugs smiling at you

“Oh” you smile, heart fluttering as you think you maybe have a real shot if Lily thinks so “I’m just a bit nervous” you think about what Sirius said earlier about his reputation “He’s a bit of a player, you know?”

She nods, moving off of her bed and sitting next to you “I know, but you both have been getting closer over the last year if he only had that as his intention he would have given up by now, right?”

You nod as you peer up at her, unable to help yourself “You know who else hasn’t given up yet either”

“This isn’t about me” she gives you a pointed look, to which you raise your hands in defeat

You smile timidly at her as you get ready to break the news “Small thing” you chuckle nervously “I might have slightly roped you into going as well”

“What do you mean?” she asks hesitantly

“I was nervous about going out with him alone so he suggested a double date kind of thing and I said yes because I really do want to go out with him” the weird thing was as you spoke to her you didn’t have to lie, even if the truth was bended a bit you really did want to go on a date with him even if it was fake

“Let me take a wild guess who the fourth person will be” she sighs closing her eyes

“I’m sorry Lily” you apologise

“It’s fine, I’ll do it…” she opens her eyes before pointing at you “…but only because I love you”

“Thank you” you pull her into a hug, as she hugs you back you look up at her “You never know you might have…”

“Don’t push it” she warns, both of you breaking out in giggles

Meanwhile, Sirius was sitting on his bed waiting for James to get back from detention, as he leaned on the head board he got Remus’ attention “Moony?”

“Yeah Pads” the boy replies but doesn’t stop reading keeping his eyes on his book

“What’s a Cheshire cat?” he asks thinking back to what you said earlier

This seems to get Remus’ attention as he sits up “Where did you learn that from?” he looks at him confused it wasn’t everyday Sirius came to ask about muggle things, let alone something from muggle literature

“Y/n said it earlier, she said you were all grinning at her like Cheshire cats?” he shrugs puzzled

Remus lets out a small laugh before he hums in recognition “It’s from a muggle children’s book called Alice in Wonderland, there’s a cat in it which has a constant grin on his face…” he sits up “…Actually give me a minute I’m sure I have the book here somewhere” Remus leans over his bed hanging off it as he looks under it searching for the book

Sirius chuckles at his friend before turning to the door as James enters the dorm “Prongs, finally” he scoots forward on the bed “I have some very exciting news” he rubs his hands together

“If it’s you asked out y/n then we know it was pretty obvious from her flushed…oww...flushed cheeks and your cheshire grin” Remus calls out his voice strained as he’s practically hanging upside down as he looks under his bed, cursing as he hits his head when his hand slips

“One, that is technically a part of the news but there is more which concerns old prongsey here. Two, don’t use terms I don’t understand yet and three, Moony for the love of Godric just get off the bed your gonna make your head explode” Sirius huffs but his tone morphs into concern near the end, well more of an amused concern but concern none the less

“I am not going to…fuck” Remus attempts to answer before falling head first off of the bed landing with a small thump “Oww”

“You okay man?” James calls out as he and Sirius look at each other with cringing expressions

“Yeah” he calls back as Sirius and James can’t help but chuckle a bit

“So, what was the news for me” James turns to Sirius, sitting on the edge of his own bed facing him, both ignoring Remus’ small groans

“Oh” Sirius looks at him eagerly “Well y/n was a bit nervous to go on the date herself so I suggested a double date”

“A double date with who…” James extends the last word as his eyes blow wide “Lily?”

“The very one” Sirius gives him a toothy grin

“Oh merlin” James stands up smiling like a mad man “When’s the date?”

“Next Hogsmeade trip so Saturday” Sirius replies

James nods happily before looking at Sirius for conformation “She’s agreed right, like Lily knows it’s me?”

“Yes” he nods

“Oh my god” James breaths out “Where’s Wormtail?” he looks around the dorm

“Kitchens…yes!…oww” Remus answers, cheering as he finds the book before hitting his head as he comes out from under the bed “Got it” he smiles holding the book up before sighing, there was really a better way of doing that, maybe I shouldn’t keep them all under the bed

James looks at Remus confused not understanding the context behind the situation so he turns back to Sirius muttering a quick ‘bye, I’ll bring back celebratory food’ as he runs out the dorm to blab presumably to Wormtail about the good news

“Your head alright?” Sirius asks as Remus walks over to him flicking through the pages

“Yeah, I’m pretty much invincible at this point” he chuckles a bit, finding the page and handing it to Sirius “That’s the Cheshire cat” he points to it

Sirius’ smiles taking it from him before a look of horror appears on his face “That’s terrifying and that’s a children’s book! Merlin muggles are weird what they trying to do scar their children” he shakes his head quickly shoving the book back trying get the image out of his brain, before huffing as he crosses his arms “I did not look like that earlier”

You were waiting for Lily to come out of the bathroom so you looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your outfit out of nerves. You knew it wasn’t a real date but that didn’t make you any less nervous nor excited for it. While in class, you both had discussed what to do on the date, deciding to all head to the three broom sticks first for some lunch and drinks then walk around the shops afterwards knowing Lil needed to get someone from Tomes and Scrolls. While talking about how you were going to act Sirius suggested you both act as you would on a normal date to which you agreed knowing that on your side it’s going to look pretty realistic

Smiling you turn around seeing Lily exit the bathroom through the mirror “Ready?” you ask

“As I’ll ever be” she jokes leading the way out of your dorm

As you walk down the stairs to the common room, Sirius and James are leaning on the couches as they wait. James spots you and Lily first standing up straighter as he runs his hand through his hair, Sirius looks up at his friend standing up himself as he looks over to see you and Lily walking up to them, you got this Sirius, he thinks as his eyes quickly scan your appearance. Sure, he should have been more preoccupied with helping his friend but as he saw you all he could hope for is this fake date goes so well he might just get a real one

“Hi Lily” James smiles brightly at the girl

“James” Lily nods before looking between you and Sirius as you greet him

“Hi Sirius” you fiddle with your hands a bit under his gaze

“Hey y/n” he smirks “You look beautiful love, although don’t you always” he winks

You can’t help but blush, muttering a meek ‘thank you’ as James speaks “We should get going, Lily” he gestures for her to go first, to which she gives a small smile which made the boy turn back and cheese at the two of you

“Ready love” Sirius holds out his arm

“Ready” you link it with his letting him lead you out

Entering the three broomsticks, you all look around trying to spot a free booth, soon Lily points one out in the corner gesturing for you to follow her over. Sirius says he and James will get the drinks while you sit down and for the first time since you left the common room he unlinks your arm from his giving you a smile before heading to the bar. As you walk towards the booth you feel colder without Sirius’ arm instantly missing the contact, little did you know he was feeling the same way.

You sit down across for Lily so she’ll have to sit next to James although if you were being honest you just wanted to be as close to Sirius as possible. You look up at the boys as they chat with the girl tending the bar, before turning back to Lily as she taps your foot under the table

“Nervous?” She asks

“Little bit” you nod giving her a small smile

“I think he really likes you by the way” she whispers, taking a quick glance to check the boys weren’t headed back yet

“Really?” you lean forward also checking

“Yeah he couldn’t keep his hands off you the whole way here” she looks up “Here they come you’ll be fine gal” she gives you a reassuring squeeze to your hand before leaning back in her seat

“Four butterbeers” Sirius announces as he places yours and his on the table, slipping into the booth next to you as James does the same with Lily

You all take some sips, before looking over at Lily who has a foam moustache “Lils you got a little” you gesture to your face

“Oh” she blushes turning her face away from James as she clears it off, to which James smiles down lovingly at her thinking that was so cute

“You’ve got some too love” Sirius looks does at you chuckling a little, as you go to wipe it off Sirius stops you “Let me” he says taking the pad of his thumb swiping it over your upper lip before placing it in his mouth licking off the foam, smirking at your little gasp and flushed appearance

Meanwhile Lily and James look at each other for a moment, both with knowing smiles at the scene, the latter coughing a little to draw your attentions back. You and Sirius turn back to them, you trying to regain some composure while Sirius just smiles to himself as James starts a conversation

“So” James starts thinking what to say before remembering what happened in the dorm with Remus “Pads, why was Remus looking for that book?” he asks

“Book?” Lily looks up asking, to which James ignores Sirius as he was about to answer deciding this was his time to shine

“Right, so I came back from…” he hesitates before just being honest “…detention the other day, to Remus with his arse in the air leaning over the bed looking under the bed for something” you and Lily start giggling at the image while Sirius just sits back smiling eyes flicking to watch you laugh “So me and pads are just talking while he’s already hit his head once slipping trying to keep himself up, swearing he’s not going to hurt himself and as he says as such he just falls right off the bed” Even James starts laughing remembering the moment

“Aww poor Remus” Lily says trying to hold in her giggles by putting a hand over her mouth

“Anyways, he finally finds this book after hitting his head a few more times holding it up success” James pretends to hold a book loving Lily’s attention on him for once, soon he turns back to Sirius “So what was the big deal?”

Sirius freezes a second, glancing at you before he answers a tad embarrassed “Well” he scratches the back of his neck “I was asking him about this phrase I didn’t understand and he was explaining but decided to show me it from the book instead”

“What was the phrase?” Lily asks intrigued, James nodding in agreement next to her both unaware they have sub-consciously shuffled closer to each other

“Ugh” he lets out a laugh “Grinning like a Cheshire cat”

Your eyes light up, you hadn’t expected him to actually ask Remus and your heart fluttered as he looked down at you. He smiled a bit seeing your own spreading across your face before you both look back at Lily who starts talking about Alice in Wonderland although she mostly explains it to James

Returning from the bathroom, you slip back into the booth to see James and Lily talking among themselves looking quite comfortable in each other’s company

“I think this is going rather well” Sirius leans down speaking quiet enough only you could hear

You nod slowly turning up to look at him, eyes widening at how close you are “Umm” you take a breath “Yeah, they seem to be getting along better than I thought”

“Well I did give James some do’s and don’ts before we left out dorm this morning” he chuckles a little

“Lilly spent the whole morning doing her hair and picking an outfit so she looked perfect” you smile turning your head ever so slightly to see your friend and James interacting

While you observe James and Lily, Sirius’ eyes trace over every feature of your face eventually landing on your parted lips, wondering to himself what it would be like kiss them. He reluctantly draws his eyes away as he hears James

“I’m gonna go to the bar and order us some food what do you two fancy?” he asks unable to stop smiling, you glance at Lily raising an eyebrow as she can’t stop smiling either

“I’ll have a burger and chips” Sirius replies as he slithers his arm around your waist “What do you fancy darling” he squeezes your waist making you let out a small gasp

“umm I’ll have the same” you quickly answer, smiling shyly at James as Sirius smirks at your reaction

As James walks away you, Sirius and Lily talk among yourselves, as time passes you lean into Sirius’ touch getting comfortable with him only removing his arm to eat before its right back around your waist again. Yours and his hearts are flutter with every little smile, touch and glance you share slowly forgetting the real reason you both are on the double date in the first place

“Hey can we head to Tombs and Scrolls?” Lily turns to ask as you all walk through the streets of Hogsmeade

“Of course!” James says right away hand brushing with hers as they walk in line with you and Sirius

“Sure Lils” you say as Sirius nods next to you

Sirius nudges James into Lily, making their hands clash, resulting in Lily intertwining her hand with his, to which James begins to smile brighter than the sun itself. He then presses a kiss to the side of your head making you smile up at him, biting your lip as you both continue to walk. Seeing your reaction, he glides his arm around your waist pulling you into him, making you giggle. James and Lily look over at your giggle smiling at one another then back at you both, James giving Lily’s hand a little squeeze.

Soon you approach the shop, stopping outside it as Sirius turns to James and Lily “Why don’t you two head in, we’ll hang out here” he suggests hugging you a little tighter

“Sure, come on Jamie” Lily says before her eyes widen

“What did you just say?” James looks down at her in mild shock, you and Sirius stare as well but more in an amused way almost certain you may witness James have a heart attack

“I said come on James” she corrects dragging him the store

You and Sirius chuckle together hearing James continuing to question it as the door to the shop closes. Stepping back, you both take a seat on the wall across from the store

“You really do have the best plans” you nudge him

“Well I can’t take all the credit, you were the one with the idea I just came up with the means to execute it” He wraps his arm around your shoulder “…and I must say it is being executed flawlessly”

You smile, leaning into his chest “Sure is, they’re holding hands, smiling and blushing, she even slipped up and said Jamie” your smile drops a bit as you look up at him “Although she is going to be mad when she finds out it was a set up” you scrunch up your nose

Sirius nods slowly as he meets your eyes, looking into them he decides to take a chance. You had been leaning into his touches all day, smiling and laughing with him, so either you were an amazing actress or you felt the same way he did. Either way he had to know

“Maybe we don’t tell them” he proposes

You tilt your head chuckling a bit “So we just keep going on fake dates with them indefinitely?”

“Or maybe the next one isn’t pretend?” he looks down at you, his expression earnest hope in his eyes

Your lips part looking up at him, did he just? You bite your lip for a second before a small smile appears on your face “Or maybe we were never pretending?” now it was your turn to look at him with hope

A smile breaks across Sirius’ face whispering “Not for a single moment” as he leans down slowly, your face mirrors his, tilting your head as you lean up gently capturing his lips

You pull away a few moments later, both unable to stop smiling “Who’s the Cheshire cat now?” he teases making you giggle as he cups your face bringing you in for another kiss

Unbeknownst to you a small crowd watches from the window of Tomes and Scrolls

“They thought they were being so slick” Lily shakes his head

“I know they really thought they could outsmart us love” James wraps his arm around Lily’s waist

“I will give it to them their plan was pretty good” Remus adds leaning over James shoulder

“But ours was better” Lily grins

“And the orginal” James adds, earning hums from Lily and Remus

“I have to give it to you prongs” Remus pats his friends back “it’s impressive you went weeks without announcing you two were together to the world, but did you have to be so annoying?”

Lily giggles as James huffs elbowing Remus “Hey, I had to pour my frustrations somewhere and it worked” he gestures to you and Sirius kissing

“Wait I’m confused” Peter looks between them all utter bewildered

“Oh yeah” James puts his hand over his mouth “Me and Lily got together around the start of the year but we didn’t tell anyone since she wasn’t quite ready yet...” he kisses Lily head to which earns a smile for her and the other two boys even if Peters is still laced with confusion “...and since we were together we noticed Sirius and Y/n always making eyes at each other and once we heard them complaining about us when they were walking to class when they didn’t realise we were there” James starts to explain

“So, Jamie came up with the idea of pushing them closer together by us complaining more so they had something to talk about, although, we didn’t expect them to try and set us up” Lily continues

“But that worked to our advantage, exhibit A” James nods his head at the window

“Oh, but wait, how did Moony know?” Peter nods before turning Remus

“I walked in on them once plus they needed my help to make sure neither you or Sirius saw them on the map” he explains “Oh, and she knows about the map”

“And Moonys furry little problem” James adds with Remus nodding next to him “Sorry mate we would have told you but you can’t hold your water” he apologises

Peter goes to argue before nodding and accepting it “Actually that’s...that’s pretty fair”

“Are we ever going to tell them?” Remus asks looking out of the window

“I say we save it until their wedding, it’ll make one hell of a story for the speech” James grins

“Sounds like a plan” Lily says, the others nodding next to her before she looks up at James “We should get back out there”

“Yeah, you know, now they are a thing we should so do this again, double dates are really fun” He grins as they both say ‘bye’ to Remus and Peter as they head out the door

You and Sirius had already broken apart, talking among yourselves as you looked at each other lovingly. Both looking over as you hear the door open seeing James and Lily walking out still holding hands.

“You two coming? We were thinking of going to Honeydukes” Lily says to which you and Sirius nod hopping off of the wall

You and Sirius follow behind them watching as James snakes his arm around Lily’s waist, he looks down at you smiling as he says “We are genius’” wrapping his arm around you

“Masterminds” you smile back both blissfully unaware

#sirius x reader #sirius black and reader #Sirius Black #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #sirius black and you #Jilly #siriusblack #sirius black fluff #jilly fluff #marauders era #maraduers

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

#bts fic #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #bts #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #bts x you #bts x reader #reader insert #smut #au #taehyung au #bts au

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elftwink · 3 years

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no thoughts only taakitz superhero/villain coffeeshop au. taako’s power is shapeshifting but he has a cool gun from lup. kravitz’s power is Big Fuckin Scythe With Unspecified Abilities. also there was no time to get into it but fantasy starbucks isn’t a real starbucks it’s a borderline illegal unaffiliated bootleg starbucks that taako and lup own. like dumb starbucks was.

By all rights, it should have been a fairly routine night for the Reaper. Go out, stop some crimes, arrive just in time to prevent whatever scheme the Mongoose had cooked up this week, exchange some one liners, make some threats that essentially amounted to ‘same time next week?’, the works. A regular Tuesday as a superhero in Neverwinter.

But Kravitz is tired, and more than a little distracted, so he’s not doing so hot on the one liners, and the Mongoose’s attacks are a little closer than they would normally be. He doesn’t even have a good excuse, it’s not like he’s injured, or that he has anything pressing to think of.

It was just— this morning his barista (who he may or may not have been harbouring a small crush on) had mentioned offhand that he thought the Reaper was ‘probably hot under the stupid all-black getup’, and Kravitz didn’t really know what the protocol was for someone complimenting your alter-ego was.

“I think if you were gonna go for the strong silent type, you had to start doing it months ago. Now it’s just acting like an asshole. Are you mad at me?” the Mongoose cuts into his thoughts, firing off another few missiles from his stupid umbrella gun (Umbrastaff, he called it, although it was a gun and not a staff so Kravitz had no idea why he insisted on calling it that).

“We are literally fighting as we speak,” says Kravitz, playing up the cockney accent, spinning his scythe to deflect the missiles off the blade, sending them ricocheting around the room. He’d said something like ‘how can you tell’ to Taako— the barista (well, they’d been on a first name basis for a few weeks, so, Taako), and he’d said ‘I can just tell’ which was not at all helpful in getting Kravitz through the conversation without saying or doing something to give himself away.

He’d almost given Taako his number, but how was he going to justify that? Hey, it’s me under the all black getup. Do you want to go out sometime? As if.

“You can have fights without being fuckin’ rude,” says the Mongoose, firing off another few rounds, which Kravitz deflects again, advancing on him.

“You’re right, sorry. I’m a bit scattered. Not exactly my A game.” As if to prove his point, the Mongoose easily dodges his next couple swings with the scythe, not even bothering to leave his range.

“Clearly. I mean, normally you’re at least close enough that I can feel the breeze from your sword.”

“It’s not a sword, and you know that.” Kravitz brings down the scythe in the space where the Mongoose was only seconds before, having already backflipped out of the way and landed a few metres back. Show off. Not that Kravitz had room to complain about that. The Mongoose spins to face him again, at least this time seemingly aware of what a close call that was. He’s tense, and his hair, which Kravitz supposes has thus far been hidden underneath his costume, has come somewhat unravelled, black braid falling to the middle of his back.

It seems... familiar?

He doesn’t have time for that right now. Kravitz draws back the scythe, feeling the hum of energy under his fingers, swinging again, and—

“Wait! Time out!” the Mongoose puts up a hand and Kravitz, for who knows what reason, stops his scythe mid-swing. The familiarity sticks, so it’s not just a trick of the light. It takes him a second to place, but the hairstyle... it looks a lot like a certain barista he’d been spending all night thinking about.

He shakes his head, trying to clear it. It’s because he has Taako on the brain, is all. Besides, he has other things to worry about besides seeing his crush in his enemy. Namely the fight currently happening with said enemy. “What? You can’t call a time out.”

“I just did,” says the Mongoose, fishing through his pockets and pulling out several bobby pins, sticking them in his mouth so he can use both hands to fix his hair. Kravitz blinks, still trying to shake off the sense of deja vu, but it won’t quit nagging him. “It’s a whole safety issue to leave long hair down.”

“It’s still in a braid,” retorts Kravitz.

“Somebody never took Foodsafe.” the Mongoose gives him a lopsided grin that Kravitz fucking knows he’s seen before, and suddenly it’s more than just passing familiarity, and how could he possibly have not noticed before, and— the Mongoose finishes putting up his hair, raising an eyebrow at Kravitz and his private crisis. “Alright. Ready—”

“You work at Fantasy Starbucks,” blurts Kravitz, without even thinking about it. The Mongoose stops dead in his tracks, and Kravitz can see his eyes widen even behind the mask. He splutters for a moment, and then seems to find his footing, already ready with a snarky remark.

“Yeah, well— your accent is fake.”

Shit. He’d forgotten. At the only time so far that having it would have been useful too. Still, he pushes it out of his mind; the Mongoose hadn’t denied it. And, well, he’s already solidly derailed this fight, so he might as well get some real confirmation out of it.

“...Taako? It is you, isn’t it?”

“Just who the fuck are y—” The Mongoose— Taako— levels the Umbrastaff at him, and then stops again. “...Kravitz?”

Well. Shit. Again. Kravitz doesn’t bother to affirm that; his silence is more than enough confirmation. One of them has to say or do something, but the seconds stretch on.

“You’re telling me I said all that shit to your face this morning?” says Taako.

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?”

“Uh, yeah—” Taako is backing up now, and they’ve fought enough times that Kravitz knows when the Mongoose is looking for an escape route; Kravitz’s feet still feel glued to the floor, even when Taako reaches the window, fingers already turning to talons around the Umbrastaff. Taako breaks the glass (because of course he does, even though the windows aren’t even fucking locked), breaking eye contact with Kravitz in order to swing his legs through the window before his form changes too much. “Look, this is like, a lot right now, and I— I’m getting the fuck out of here,” he says, and then drops. Whatever had been keeping Kravitz in place, slack jawed, ends as soon as Taako leaves his sight, and he’s moving before he has time to think about it.

“Wait—!” Kravitz runs for the window, but by the time he gets there, the bird clutching the Umbrastaff is nearly out of sight.

Well. That could have gone better.

***

Kravitz doesn’t go for his coffee the next day. Or the next day, either, although the day after that he’s sick of making his own coffee. And frankly, he misses chatting with Taako. Even if the guy was trying to kill him like once a week. He couldn’t just avoid this forever.

Still, the fact that Taako is working cash when he comes in makes him want to turn tail and run back home. He conjures up the memory of yesterday’s shitty coffee and pushes onward. The shop is mostly empty still, so there’s no line.

“The usual?” says Taako, like nothing abnormal has happened.

“Please,” says Kravitz, and then, before he can chicken out entirely, adds, “Uhm, do you have a few minutes?”

“My shift isn’t over until—”

“I’ll cover you,” comes Lup’s voice from the back room; she pokes her head out and gives Taako a look that is clearly significant, but that Kravitz can’t quite puzzle out. “Take five minutes after you’re done making his coffee.”

Taako scowls at her, and she smiles brightly before heading to the back again.

“Okay. I guess I have five minutes. Talk to you after I make your coffee.”

Kravitz nods, and goes to hover around the pickup counter, pretending to be interested in things on his phone. Taako makes his coffee in a ceramic mug, which at least means he doesn’t want Kravitz to get the fuck out as soon as possible, so that’s... something.

Taako slides the finished coffee across the counter, circling around to join Kravitz on the customer side as Kravitz grabs the mug.

“Lup!” he hollers, and then starts walking towards one of the corner booths without checking to see if his sister is headed to cash or if Kravitz is following. Kravitz does, though, sliding himself into the seat opposite Taako, hands wrapped tightly around the mug.

Taako speaks first. “To be honest, I kinda thought you would rat me out.”

“That would be shitty of me, to just sic authorities on your place of work without so much as a warning.”

“So is this the warning?”

“No,” says Kravitz, taking a sip of his coffee, “I... can’t really make coffee without burning it. And this is the only place for miles with tolerable muffins.”

Taako cracks a grin, like Kravitz knew he would. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” His smile falls, and he crosses his arms and leans back. “So. Reaper. Why didn’t you rat me out?”

Why indeed. Kravitz takes another sip of his coffee and thinks for a second, not even sure himself what his explanation will be once he starts talking.

“It didn’t seem... fair. You’re less of a villain and more of a pain in my ass—” Kravitz ignores Taako’s indignant noise and keeps talking, “—and while we always have cause to fight when on the clock, you’re not doing anything that I feel needs to leave the bounds of those... work hours, I guess.”

Taako is trying to pick him apart with his gaze; it’s something he’s been subjected to several times, although normally in costume, and in retrospect it’s difficult to imagine how he spent so long not noticing the Mongoose in Taako.

Whatever Taako is looking for, he must find it, because he relaxes a bit, and shoots him a lazy grin. “Plus, Mongoose related insurance just got rolling and it would be fuckin’ rude to take me out of commission before anyone got to use theirs.”

Kravitz laughs. “Sure.” He’s silent for a second, before adding, “You aren’t planning on revealing my secret identity, are you? Awfully rude of you to double cross me like that.”

“Wha— You didn’t even give me a chance to respond! Maybe I wasn’t!”

“Were you?”

“I was,” admits Taako, not even pretending to look sheepish. Kravitz raises his eyebrows, and Taako shrugs. “Oh, like you didn’t think about revealing my secret identity? And could you imagine the hype if I unmasked the Reaper? I was tempted.” He sighs. “But I figured then you’d have no reason to keep my identity a secret. No way am I risking a backfire like that.”

It sounds callous, but Kravitz has been talking to Taako almost daily for months; at this point, he can pretty reliably pick up on when Taako isn’t being entirely truthful about something.

“Hmm. Then I suppose it’d be in my best interest not to tell you that I wouldn’t reveal your identity even if you revealed mine?”

Taako narrows his eyes. “Why not?”

Kravitz makes a face. “It’s just in poor taste. I just think we all go through all the trouble to hide who we are and use these powers for good— or whatever it is you do— that it’s always going to be such a low blow to reveal who we are. There might be times where it’s necessary, but petty revenge is not one of them.”

Taako’s expression hasn’t changed; if anything, he’s narrowed his eyes more. “God, you are like— fuckin’ irritatingly nice. Fine. I wasn’t going to reveal your identity. That would be fuckin’ annoying to deal with. Plus I’m having fun.”

“Fun?”

“Oh don’t— don’t fucking lie to me. I know you’re having fun out there too. With your stupid accent and one liners and shit.”

“Alright, alright,” says Kravitz, rolling his eyes. “But I’m not supposed to be having fun, so keep it quiet.”

“See, that’s why I market myself as a villain. No dumb rules.” He puts an elbow on the table and leans on his hand. “Why do you have a fake accent anyway?”

Heat rises to Kravitz’s face, and he’s hoping he looks less embarrassed than he feels. “It’s my— I do it so people don’t recognize my voice.”

Taako laughs. “Well, it doesn’t really do that if you immediately stop using it when you realize you might know someone.”

“I was caught off guard!” defends Kravitz. “It’s not every day you find out your nemesis is your barista.”

“Nemesis, huh?” Taako grins. “Didn’t realize it was that serious to you. You know I have other heroes to fight.”

Kravitz rolls his eyes again. “I don’t see how you have the time, considering how often you’re causing trouble for me.”

Taako laughs, and it’s so contagious and the whole conversation is so surreal Kravitz can’t help but laugh too, before they both lapse into a comfortable, if drawn out, silence.

“So, uh,” says Taako eventually, “what now?”

“Well,” says Kravitz, “I want to keep coming in for coffee in the mornings. And I assume the Mongoose will continue with... whatever chaos it is you currently have planned.”

“It’s not chaos,” insists Taako, “I have plans. But yeah. And I assume the Reaper is gonna show up and throw a wrench in those plans?”

“Yes, probably. So we’ll just be enemies by night...” Kravitz trails off, not entirely sure how to refer to their by day relationship. Friends? Potential love interests? Acquaintances? There’s a few seconds of awkward silence before Kravitz gives up entirely.

Taako pulls and pen and a napkin out of his pocket, jotting something down and pushing it towards Kravitz.

“Here’s, uh, here’s my number. If you give me a heads up five minutes before you get here, we can have your coffee ready by the time you walk in. If you’re nice to me out there.”

“I don’t take bribes,” says Kravitz, grabbing the napkin and pulling out his phone to type in the number.

“That wasn’t a bribe, it was a threat. You don’t even wanna know what I’ll do to your coffee if you fuck me up.”

Kravitz doesn’t bother to point out that neither of them have ever caused any extreme bodily harm to one another and instead says, “So you’re asking me to go easy on you? I thought you were having fun.” He sends Taako a ‘hey it’s kravitz’ text before he has time to second guess himself.

“Could you stop poking holes in my threats? You’re harshing my fuckin’ vibe, Krav.” He sounds irritated, but Kravitz can see the smile tugging at his lips as he texts Kravitz a couple of skull emojis. “I should get back to work before my sister kicks my ass,” he says, standing back up. “I’ll see you tonight, nemesis.” Then he turns on his heels and heads back to the counter, saying something to Lup as he walks by. Kravitz watches him disappear into the back room.

Tonight.

Kravitz had better make sure he had hung his cloak up to dry.

#this is like. 2k words of unpolished nonsense that desperately needs an edit BUT i had a lot of fun with it #i dont know how the powers work or where they are or why they're fighting or who theyre affiliated with ok just roll w/#*roll w/me on this one. just go with it #taako's name was selected by virtue of being the only thing on his wiki page that sounded even remotely like a good supervillain name #taakitz #taz balance #mine

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 5

More people said yes to Hannigram, which is good because Will is already involved in the plot and it would be awkward to have him just disappear. Also, I had someone request a Hannigram x reader in my asks. Apologies to the one person who voted no; I promise there will be more solo Hannibal x reader content in the future.

Hannibal decides to that y/n could do with some extra protection, but doesn’t anticipate what she has to tell him.

I have no idea how to make a proper tag list but @deadman-inc-bikeshop and @dovahdokren here you go

Trigger warnings: discussions of alcohol, victim blaming

“When I saw his face, I immediately knew he had never once experienced the touch of his own hand, let alone that of a woman.” Charissa read out loud to everyone on staff. “Or, that he was buried so deep in the closet he found Narnia, but those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

It was expected to be a slow night, as was normal for an ordinary Tuesday. On nights like those, you could get away with more, like reading a tabloid article out loud for everyone to hear.

“I can’t believe [F/N] actually went public.” One of the new busboys commented. “What an absolute madlad.”

“Did you just unironically use reddit terminology in an actual conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at the kid.

“[F/N], you are making a very dangerous enemy.” An older waitress said, cryptically, from the corner of the room.

“Who, Jason?” You gestured to the busboy. “What’s he gonna do? Make me cringe myself to death?”

“You know that’s not who I mean.” She frowned. “I’m talking about Chase Mulvaney.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You shook your head. “He’s not stupid enough to come back here.”

Charissa made a noise that denoted her doubt. “I dunno, [F/N]. You’d have to be pretty stupid to start stabbing people at a crowded restaurant in broad daylight.”

“But he was smart enough to get away, right?” Jason asked. “That’s gotta count for something!”

You and Charissa exchanged glances. Neither of you had the emotional bandwidth to explain white privilege again. Instead, you just humored him.

“Yeah.” Charissa lied. “He was smart enough to get away, meaning he probably knows better than to come back.”

"You're kidding yourself." A third waitress, who's name you couldn't seem to place, added. "People always say that killers are these galaxy-brained superhumans, but they're not. Mulvaney believes he's divinely ordained, so any thought that pops into his coked-out head is a sign from god."

And so shattered your thin firmament of denial. You made a point to never learn this person's name just out of spite.

“Oh, shit.” You said, trying to hide your genuine fear with a sarcastic voice. “Maybe he is coming back for me.”

Charissa glared at the two other waitresses, equally pissed at them for scaring you.

"And it'll be your own fault for provoking him with that article." The older waitress said.

"Holy victim-blaming, batman." You mumbled.

“Alright, listen up, y’all.” Matthew announced to the group. “In ten minutes we open for dinner. Remember, if you want to switch shifts with another person, you have to run it by me first. I don’t want to see anybody but [F/N] at the bar tonight, capiche?”

“Yessir.” You saluted him and made your way over to the bar. You’d been doling out your bartending shifts left and right to avoid even the possibility of being cornered by another Freddie Lounds. You were only prolonging the inevitable, though. Eventually, you needed to return to the bar.

You passed the hostess's stand, where Charissa was stationed. Suddenly, you felt someone grab at your arm.

"Fucking hell, dude?!" You flinched violently and your heart rate jumped. "Don't do that!"

"Shit, sorry!" Charissa looked immediately regretful. "But, look!"

You followed her gaze through the window where a fancy car was parked. He leaned against the door, adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Now your heart was beating fast for a completely different reason. You squeezed Charissa's hand, trying to keep a lid on your nervous excitement.

"I think your luck's starting to turn." She said in a sing-songy voice.

"Yeah, I bet he'll protect me from the Baltimore Butcher." You whispered, trying not to giggle like an elementary school girl.

"Oh, could you imagine those arms around you?" She sighed deeply, her hand firmly against her chest. "I would die."

"Not until he sinks his teeth into your neck." You smirked, gnashing your teeth together.

"I would let him." She rested her chin on her hand.

"Yeah, me too." You agreed.

"I would give anything to trade shifts with you." Charissa groaned.

"Well, you heard the boss." You shrugged, suddenly feeling much better about your assignment. "I gotta stay behind the bar."

"Oh, pobrecita." Charissa rolled her eyes. Underneath the stand, she put up her middle finger in your direction. "Suck a dick, [L/N]."

You walked backwards towards the bar, keeping your eyes on your friend. "That's the plan, baby."

You tried to make yourself look busy. You dared not look at him as he entered the restaurant.

He exchanged pleasantries with Charissa then took his seat at the bar. You pretended not to notice him right away, only to give you an extra second to compose yourself.

"Hi there." You greeted, knowing you'd feel stupid no matter what you said. "Er- good evening."

"[F/N] [L/N], I assume?" He asked.

Fuck, you thought. His voice was dark, low and made your insides tremble. Even though part of you knew he was going to know your name, it still felt so sensual passing his lips.

You realized you had waved to him with your bandaged hand. That's how he was about to identify you so quickly. "Yes, I am she. I mean- her. Me."

Way to go, dumbass. You thought. Now he knows you're nervous and he's going to wonder why.

“God, I need to stop wearing this damn thing.” You said, clearing your throat. “What can I get for you tonight?”

He was quiet for a moment. "What do you recommend?"

"Well, that depends." You said, pulling your gaze from him and grabbing a few wine glasses down from a high shelf. It was the only way you could maintain your composure.

"On?"

"What you're having for dinner, for one." You said. "And whether or not you're a vulpine tabloid journalist trying to corner me into a dubiously ethical interview. That's also a factor."

"So that's how Miss Lounds wore you down?" He concluded. "With wine?"

You rested your elbows on the bar, filled with an intoxicating confidence. "She tried wine first. Then she tried to get me fired because she asked for chardonnay and I brought her chablis. And when that didn't work, she siphoned my gas."

"I wish I could say that was out of character for her." He looked at you, apologetically.

"I take it you've had your own run-ins with Freddie?" You smiled.

"She's tried to infiltrate my practice multiple times." He sighed. "She's entered my office under a fake name with a recording device in her purse."

"What a sick fuck." You said, before remembering you really weren't supposed to curse in front of customers. You covered your mouth. "Sorry."

The corners of his mouth turned up into an amused smile. "Don't apologize. You're right."

“So you’re a doctor?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t the type to be offended by questions.

“I’m a psychiatrist.” He nodded. “I used to work as a surgeon, but I find the mind much more compelling.”

"Seriously, though." You pushed yourself back to your feet. "What can I get for you?"

He eyed the wine menu and then looked back at you. "What is your favorite red?"

"My favorite red?" You placed your hand on your collarbones. "On a night like this, I enjoy a nice, dry Argentinean Malbec."

"In that case," he thumbed through the list once more. "I'll have a bottle of Cobos Chañares from 2016, please."

You smiled. You wouldn't mind taking a sip of that if he offered. "Right away."

You carefully pulled the solid black bottle from its crevice and placed it on the bar. You removed the plastic seal and reached for the corkscrew. The bottle opened with a satisfying pop, filling the air around you with the strong, complex and seemingly contradictory aromas.

You poured a bit of this criminally expensive wine into his glass. He smelled it, then swirled it for a moment before taking a sip.

"Redcurrants and vanilla," he began. "With floral notes that operate with the precision of interlocking gears in a clock. Everything in its place."

"So you're a sommelier and a poet?" You tilted your head and filled his glass. "I'll bet you make women swoon at every corner."

You never had the best grasp on flirting, but even you knew that line was awful.

“Are you flirting with me, Miss [L/N]?” He asked, clearly not too worried about the consequences and enjoying the flattery. “Or are you just trying to get a taste of this Malbec?”

“Little bit of column A, little bit of column B.” You shrugged. “Though you are as handsome as everyone says, I’ve had my eyes on that wine for slightly longer.”

You fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth. You had just broken the cardinal rule of workplace gossip. Panic reverberated through your body as you tried to break down his unreadable expression.

Once again, he just looked amused. “I’ve seen those lingering glances, the way you all whisper and giggle. It’s flattering.”

You felt your cheeks growing hot. “...I see.”

“If you tell me what they say about me, I’ll let you have a taste.” His eyes bored into yours.

You paused, trying to decipher exactly what he was offering. Then it hit you.

“Oh!” You interjected. “The wine.”

“Yes, that’s what I meant.” He said. “Dare I ask where your mind went?”

Your cheeks stung from all the uncomfortable smiling. “I’d really like to keep my job, thanks.”

“Have you never heard of bartender-client confidentiality?” His voice lowered and his eyes found your lips. “Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls.”

Your insides turned to jelly. He rested the wine glass in his hand and offered it to you. Your hands shaking, you cradled the glass like an 18th century French village prostitute being offered a mug of hot soup. You brought the glass to your lips, the strong, overwhelming smells assaulting your orifices.

You let the wine grace your tongue. You had taught yourself to overcome the sting of the alcohol and focus on the undertones. Your eyes rolled back in to your head and you let out a little noise of pleasure.

“Christ on a bike, that’s decadent.” You said, gasping for air a little bit. You quickly passed the glass back to him before Matthew could see you. “Thank you.”

“Now, indulge me.” He instructed, glancing at the fresh pink lipstick mark on his glass. “What do the lovely women of Terroir whisper while I’m just out of earshot?”

You rested your elbows on the bar and leaned in close. “They say you’re a vampire.”

Judging by his unchanging neutral expression, it clearly wasn’t the first time someone had made that connection. “Perhaps they’re on to something.”

“One of our line cooks used to say you were the devil.” You informed him, hoping that was one he hadn’t heard before.

“Used to?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Until Chase Mulvaney came around.” You instinctively ran your fingers over your bandages, as if to make sure they were still there. It was a nervous tick you’d developed anytime someone brought up that day. “He’s stopped talking about, like, anything having to do with his religion ever since.”

“It takes a lot to get an evangelist to stop evangelizing.” He refilled his glass. “Do you think he lost his faith?”

“I heard someone say in passing that it was because he and Chase Mulvaney went to the same church.” You whispered. “But I can’t verify that.”

“I’d say it’s more likely than a regular customer being a vampire, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t trust their word because they made a regular customer into a vampire.” You corrected, hoping he would overlook the fact that you were one of them. “Secrets may stay within these four walls, but they tend to bounce around. It’s only a matter of time before one escapes, and you’d better hope it’s not one of yours.”

This man must have been an exceptional therapist, because, there you were, baring your soul to him after fifteen minutes and one sip of wine. Occasionally, you were pulled away from the conversation by another customer who had the audacity to also want a drink. But, very few people came to you with the sole intent of drinking on a Tuesday evening. You and the sommelier talked until closing time.

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Miss [L/N].” He said pulling out his wallet. “You are as delightful in person as you are on paper.”

“Thank you, but I never caught-” you said, but stopped yourself. “I mean, you never gave me your name.”

He signed his name on the paper check, then pulled out a fifty and unceremoniously handed it to you. “Now why would you want to ruin the mystery?”

“Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls, remember?” You grinned and crossed your arms. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone.”

He took the customer copy of the receipt and scribbled something down on it. He the folded it in half and slid it in your direction as if it contained nuclear launch codes.

“Join me for dinner someday.” He ordered. “I’ll supply the Malbec.”

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannibal x you #hannigram #hannigram x reader #the sommelier #wine #tw trauma #tw victim blaming #tw alcohol

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everkait · 3 years

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about nick clark and troy otto

just to get this clear, i love troy and i love nick. i love them both individually but i also love them together and i love this really weird thing that they have going on between them. be it a friendship or whatever, i love it. they had so much potential together and i still can't believe they killed troy just like that.

in the beginning they disliked each other. nick may have even hated troy because of what he did to luciana and that's okay, he had every right to. i think troy disliked nick because he wasn't with his family and for troy the ranch and his family were everything for him. so the thought that nick had left his family on his own volition was very alien to troy. it's not something he would've ever done so he judged and disliked nick because of it and didn't want him on the ranch.

but even though nick heavily disliked troy, he didn't kill him. he had two chances to do so and in the second situation he could've actually gotten away with it but he still didn't kill troy. and troy wasn't even mad at nick for threatening him. he just took it in stride like it was a normal tuesday, he even encouraged nick to do it and later on said that they now could be friends after nick destroyed his notebook. i think that was some kind of turning point for both of them but more so for troy. he didn't necessarily start to like nick after that but his opinion about him wasn't as negative as it was before. nick on the other hand started to tolerate troy a little more after that. he still probably disliked him and thought he was rather dangerous but he wasn't as averse to him as before.

then luciana left and nick stayed. shortly afterwards nick and troy have this little talk down in the pantry and troy tells nick "it's just good you didn't take off after her", and i really loved it when he said that. i think he was being genuine and it shows that he has come to accept nick as part of the community. he doesn't necessarily like him but he accepts him. nick on the other hand is still a little defensive and wary of troy. it shows at the end of the episode when madison tells everyone that walker killed the trimbols and nick confronts her afterwards and tells her not to forget what troy is.

in the next episode while alicia is with walker, nick joins the militia. troy asks nick if he's got permission from madison which shows that he still doesn't really like nick. he accepts him but doesn't seem to want to be around him more than he has to. nick later tells madison that part of the reason he joined the militia is to keep troy, an enemy, close, although madison doesn't completely believe him. later in the episode comes one of my favourite scenes when troy asks nick "you feeling blue, nicky?", he then tells nick to "go kamikaze another day", which to me shows that he genuinely doesn't want nick dead. i don't particularly know why he didn't want nick to die at that moment but i don't think it was for madison's sake as he couldn't have cared less for nick at the beginning even though he is madison's son, whom he seemed to like almost instantly.

nick and troy are now in the militia together and do some bonding, like the poet talk or when they share their experiences and feelings about their father's deaths. around that time somewhere was a turning point for nick when he realized that he didn't actually want troy to die or maybe started caring for him in some capacity. he actually contemplated telling troy that he was the one that killed jeremiah even though madison thinks that troy would kill him for that but nick's not so sure. then comes the highlight of the episode when troy refuses to give up his weapons and nick actually stays back with him. he could've gone out with the others but he stays inside with troy because he wants to. he chooses to do so. because he knows troy, he knows that this will end bloody but he doesn't want that, he doesn't want troy to die. he himself even almost dies because of it when crazy dog gets the drop on him but troy is there and saves him although he gets hurt in the process. he doesn't want nick to die either which we already saw as he didn't want to shoot nick when he was standing between him and the rest and asked him to get out of the way. although troy doesn't want nick dead he still doesn't seem to have realized that nick cares about him as he asks nick why he would care what happens to him. furthermore it comes as a surprise to troy that nick stays with him and he tells him as much but also thanks him for keeping him company. nick then tries everything to get troy to back off, he even tells troy that he doesn't want him to die but troy doesn't listen. only when he confesses that jeremiah didn't commit suicide but that he actually killed him troy finally backs off. and he doesn't seem to be angry at nick.

i think that for troy the thought that his dad would commit suicide and leave them all behind was unbearable. he just couldn't accept it and that's why hearing nick's confession was such a relief for him and made him stop. doesn't matter that nick killed him because he at least didn't kill himself as that's not something that jeremiah would ever do and it's also not something that troy can live with.

now that troy knows that nick killed jeremiah i think he starts to see him in a new light. he later accuses madison for not being the one to kill his father but to let her son do the job and feels like she wronged him somehow by not killing his father. he thought she was like him but now he's not so sure about her anymore and seems to divert his attention even more towards nick. also something worth mentioning is that other than at the beginning troy never tried to kill nick again while he did contemplate killing madison after her cruel words about his mother.

up next comes something that i really can't wrap my head around, which is nick's hallucination of troy. how did his subconscious come up with troy of all people? why did he hallucinate that troy saved him? why? i don't understand. i love the hallucination and i love the fact that he hallucinated troy but i still don't really get why. maybe it's supposed to show us that nick feels safe around troy or that he trusts that troy would save him if he had the chance?

troy's now gone from the ranch but nick still seems to worry about him and alicia calls him out on it. she tells him that he doesn't owe troy anything but likes him and nick never refutes that. alicia also says that they "share the same self-destruction", to which nick replies "maybe i'm as sick as he is", and i love that. he admits that he thinks they might be similar and for me this whole talk just again proves that nick really does care about troy. what makes the whole talk even better is that not even five minutes later troy shows up at nick's to warn him from the horde. he was exiled but he sneaks back in just to warn nick of something that he himself is responsible for. he still doesn't seem to believe that nick cares about him though because when nick says, "it's good you're alive", he answers with "i don't think you believe that". and that's just sad. that after everything nick's done for him troy still can't believe that nick cares about him. what i also love is when troy says, "but you saved me in your own way", and that he'd like to return the favour. i'm not entirely sure what troy means here though. does he mean that nick stopped him from going kamikaze and saved his life or does he mean something different? if he'd simply told nick that nick saved him then i'd have an easier time believing it but he also says "in your own way", and i can't wrap my head around that. it just feels like he means something else with that than just nick saving his life.

another thing about their nightly talk that i love is that nick doesn't even think to rat troy out, not for a second. he says he can hide him or he has to sneak out, these are the only options.

the next day nick and jake then go out together to search for troy and find out what he meant with his warning. on the road jake's intentions regarding his brother are made clear when he takes out his gun and tells nick the story about the rabbit. when they finally reach troy nick again tries to talk him down but to no avail. troy doesn't plan on surviving this one and nothing nick could say can change that. jake then finally attacks troy and nearly kills him but is stopped by nick which results in jake's death. again, nick stands by troy and doesn't want him to die. even though troy just led the horde towards the ranch and literally destroyed everything that they had built there and nick knows it. but he still can't give up on troy and jake has to pay for it.

almost everything troy does from now on in my opinion he does for nick. nick wants him to help save the ranch so troy helps him. not because he wants to or cares about anyone there but because nick wants him to help. so he does. and those couple scenes really are everything. troy has fun doing what he does and nick has fun too. they're both being crazy together and they are loving it. when they are saved by madison, strand and walker nick covers for troy and lies about the horde. he knows that if he'd tell what had really happened someone would snap and troy would most likely end up dead and nick can't have that so he lies. even though a couple episodes back he wasn't happy with madison when she did the exact same thing when lying about the trimbols.

i also couldn't miss the fact that when alicia says everyone deserves to carve something out for themselves in this life troy and nick exchange a very quick glance. it could mean nothing but you can't deny that they looked at each other when she said that. and then when they have their talk in the car comes troy's most famous line: "all right, you stayed at the ranch because you love me." i think it's meant as a joke but again, nick doesn't refute troy's statement and they both just chuckle. like nick admitted to alicia that he and troy may be similar, troy says the same to nick now. and like before, nick doesn't say anything against it. it's not just troy who thinks like that, nick himself already came to the same conclusion.

at the bazaar we then come to some of the most bizarre scenes ever when nick and troy get high together. this is another thing that troy does just for nick. he doesn't really want to get high and seems to be rather uncomfortable at the beginning but he still does it because of nick. nick does have to remind him though that he saved troy's life but in the end troy does it for nick. again. surrounded by the infected nick then confesses to troy that he doesn't want to go back with madison and troy comforts him and hugs him. he hugs him! this scene as well as the couple ones before when they were staggering around together, arms slung around each other's shoulder, are everything. they are definitely friends by now, rather close ones actually, genuinely care for each other, and i really love the place that their relationship is at in that moment.

the next day nick then informs madison that he and troy plan to stay at the bazaar. we don't know troy's opinion on this but i think he only stayed there because of nick but i'll talk about this later on.

when troy hears that the proctors plan to attack the dam he is the one to yank nick out of his stupor. i'm not entirely sure if he wants to help madison for nick's sake or because he still kinda likes her. but it is worth mentioning that back when nick joined the militia troy asked nick: "is madison okay with this?", while now he tells nick "your mother's in trouble". back then he says 'madison' while he now says 'your mother' which kinda strikes me as odd. to say 'your mother' is more personal and it feels like troy acknowledges the fact that madison is nick's mother and that's why they should go and save her. so he might be doing this for nick's sake because even though nick doesn't want to stay with madison she's still his mother and he still loves her so troy might wanna save her for nick. still, i'm not entirely sure.

while nick is questioned by daniel troy tries to reconnect with madison, at least it seems to me like that's what he's doing. like i said before i think that troy only stayed at the bazaar because of nick. and here's the reason why: he tells madison that the bazaar wasn't a good place for him and nick. he probably already realized that after the first night because how could he not but he still decided to stay there, all because of nick. so again, he did that for nick. he then confirms to madison that he and nick are indeed friends and to troy they are actually closer than friends, like brothers, and that he genuinely likes nick. when troy asks madison if they're good she says they are but i didn't believe her, not for a second. she needed too long for her answer and was too quick in changing the topic. at the same time daniel questions nick and again, nick lies for troy and covers him. but this is a different situation, this is daniel. nick knows what daniel can do but he still lies to protect troy.

in the end it's all for nothing though because madison is the one that finally kills him after finding out that he was the one who led the horde to the ranch. nick did everything he could to protect troy and then madison, nick's mother, is the one to actually take troy's life. nick does look horrified when she does it but i feel like he could've been a little more shocked. he just looks horrified, turns around and walks out of the room, and after that i was a little disappointed in him for not showing more emotions. later when nick and madison are hiding he then starts arguing with her about it but the argument was more about the fact that madison can just callously kill someone and not necessarily about her having killed troy. although when madison says she killed him for her kids, she made that call for them, nick tells her "not for me!", and i really liked hearing him say that because he seemed angry but also sad and hurt so he's obviously not okay with what she did. later when john asks him about troy and he says that troy's dead and his mom killed him he also sounds a bit accusing which i also loved to hear. the way john asked, "is your friend here, nick?", i loved that as well. it again solidifies that nick and troy were friends because nick answers the question without refuting the statement and saying that they weren't friends or something like that. so at least troy and nick both acknowledged that they were friends.

but of course we also cannot forget nick's suicide note. i really love the fact that he called it his 'suicide note' because that was a reference all the way back to his talk with troy and the rest of the militia when troy didn't want him to go all kamikaze on them. i see it as nick kinda honouring his friendship with troy when he calls it his 'suicide note' because nobody knows the story behind it but it's obvious what it means. i've heard people say that now that troy's gone nick's all suicidal and troy's not there to stop him like he did before. but i'm not sure. you can certainly interpret it as that because nick does seem to be rather disillusioned and he's definitely still grieving troy. there is however no other option at the moment if he wants his mom and sister as well as strand to survive so i don't think he's just suicidal because troy's gone. to me it seems like he's accepted his fate and made his peace with the fact that he would die and i think it would've been a great end for nick if they'd actually let him die there.

i will definitely miss them though because their dynamic was great and i really do think that nick could've helped troy become a better person. he'd never be a good person but he could've gotten better, if they had just given him a chance. as i said before, i really think that most of the things troy did after the horde he did for nick so i genuinely believe nick could've helped him be a better person.

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