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cosmicalart · 7 months
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So I had another idea for a fic, idk if I'll write it, I might after my one shot, but I'm gonna tag @carryonprompts in case somebody else has already written or is currently writing something that fits this idea. (Or in the chance I never get around to it and somebody else wants too)
The idea:
Simon and Baz Watford Era get into an argument, the future and the war get mentioned and Simon accidently says something with magic, but rather then accidently pulling his future self into the past because he's immune, Simon ends up pulling future Baz into the past and it's chaos trying to send him back.
Simon (and maybe younger Baz a bit) are confused by the differences. Older Baz is happier, more himself and less of a copy of his dad, and he's open/honest more. He'll admit that Penny is brilliant, laugh at Simon's jokes, compliment Simon when he has a good idea, or even apologize for something if messes up, he also calls Simon by his first name which throws them all for a loop.
I think it would also be funny for him to casually eat in front of everyone having been used to it now and controlling his fangs, so the first time he goes to eat younger Baz is like wtf and about to tackle his older self or panic but then nothing happens. Simon would probably comment about how he's never seen Baz properly eat and then older Baz just has an "oops" moment, cause now it'll seem like he should be able to eat but doesn't, yet can't help his younger self as he is trying to prevent them from finding out as much of the future as possible.
Simon and Baz are married in the future so Baz has a wedding band (maybe an engagement ring also) but refuses/avoids any and all questions about it. He fiddles with it when he's sad thinking about his simon.
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kingdomvel · 5 months
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20 questions challenge!
I was tagged by @tideswept and I wish I was making this tipsy too but sadly I'm not
1.) How many works do you have on ao3?
13, not many, but they feel like a lot hah
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
263,623 words which are... quite a lot tbh
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
Right now just Star Wars. I'm a bit of a hyperfixation kind of girl and, even if I have more ship I enjoy reading, I can't bring myself to write for them idk
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
I'll be there for you: 1,399 kudos (Yoonmin)
Keep me safe: 777 kudos (Yoonmin)
Sea & memories: 502 kudos (Hyungwonho)
The light in you: 462 kudos (Hyungwonho)
Returning Hope: 238 kudos (Obikin)
Damn. Lots of kpop here, I've assumed I'll never get as many kudos as I did then, but I don't really mind. Now I don't know how I dealt with so many people reading my stuff hah.
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
There was a time when I didn't really but now I always try to respond, if I don't it's because I'm horrible at keeping track and I'll think oh I'll answerlater but then forget and by the time I remember I think it's been too long and it'll just be too awkward. But I love when writers answer so I try to do my best.
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't write angsty endings, for the same reason I don't ususally read fics with angsty or ambiuous endings. When I read/write fics I want my characters to be happy by the end.
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
For the same reason as before, all my fics have happy endings. But maybe the happiest is the obikin physiotheray au?
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
Nope, and that's wild becasue I've seen some awful things both in the kpop fandom and in obikin. I think I've been lucky, only a couple slightly mean comments that I just ignore.
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I don't write like pwp, but a couple of my fics have smut. What kind? hmm the loving one. I read so many very questionable and kinky stuff but I can't write it. Like, I would love to, but I can't make it work. For example I wanted the physiotherapy au to be much more kinky and horny but it just didn't happen. And if I was braver I would have writen welcome to out castle with a older obi-wan and younger Anakin.
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Hmmm nope, no crossovers. (Unless you count mixinxg different kpop bands but otherwise no)
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of :S
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
A couple of girls once asked me if they could translate a fic of mine, but I think they never posted it.
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Nope, but I'm open to try.
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
This is impossible to answer, I appeal to my right to remain silent.
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
The modern jedi one. I would LOVE to make it exist but I doubt I ever will.
16.) What are your writing strengths?
DIalogue?? I think??
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions. I don't know how to write descriptions and feelings. I'm better at showing those through actions.
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Hmm I've never done it. Guess it would be okay if it makes sense in the story?? And it's important to distinguish between, does the POV character understand what they are saying or not?
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
I think it may be a cody simpson self insert fic I wrote in a notebook when I was like 13 lmao
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
I'm very biased with this. Right now I'm loving writing the castle au. But also, writing The light in you was very important to me becasue it got me going through a very dark time in my life. It's not my favourite, it's not the best, but it has a special part in my heart.
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Right???? I feel like people who write/draw for fandom, myself included, get so wrapped up at times with the amount of kudos/comments and when we don't see 'big' numbers it feels disheartening or our fics aren't good enough but from what I've learned (and previously being a silent reader myself, I'm trying to make that up by kudoing and commenting on the fics I read now/read in the past) I just have to remember that even though you might not see numbers you never know how many people have come across your fic and enjoyed it. That's why no matter how bad I'm feeling about my fics I won't take them down because I know the feeling of loving a fic so much and coming back to it but it has been deleted (the heartbreak is real 💔😭). It just amazes me how many people are touched by fandom
True, true. I'm honestly the same way. That 'all of the above box' has already been checked off a long time ago. Give me any character that I think is hot turn them something that's not exactly human and I'm like a fish to a worm on a line, hooked on for life lol. Which reminds me I'm still planning to comment on your Wrapped In His Coils Fic, the way you wrote knives has me 🐍🛐, don't even get me started on his courtship with reader, I have ascended tbh 🌌✨, I just haven't had the free time to comment (I typically set time aside to specifically comment on fics, idk if it makes sense but I try and give authors my 100% attention when commenting) and I'm so backed up on commenting on fics rn. Slowly working my through that 💪🏼
BG3!!! I know who you are talking about, that specific character is not my cup of tea (not because he turns into a bear, I personally don't find him attractive) and I know the scene you're talking about (I haven't went that romance route but I've seen videos about it) but I'm definitely down deep in the BG3 hellhole 😂. Same, I didn't watch Venom and know little about it but from what I do know people have written monsterfucking fics about it since one of them is an alien??? I didn't realize people have gone as far as putting 'monsterfuckers dni' but protect you peace I guess. Oooffff you really called me out with that vampire x human. Surprisingly, I wasn't into vampires before but I see the appeal now and let's just say I don't plan on leaving (which makes it really obvious who my fav bg3 character is). An og story!!!! And vampire boy band!!!!! 👀👀👀👀. Yeah, I agree you just have to find who you vibe with and leave who you don't
Oooooo, gotta love those possessive traits. I'm so weak when it's the male's job to woo the females, that boy gotta work for her. It's so interesting that in the end the female may not choose the male that has 'performed' the best and go with a 'lesser' male. Omg, you just made me fall in love with them even more with all the lore 💗
Honestly, whenever you post them to ao3 or here on tumblr I'll see it. I subscribed to your ao3 so I get notified when you post something new 🥰. Any trigun fics, could be vash/reader, knives/reader, or vash/reader/knives. Currently I keep drifting in between being in the trigun fandom and out of it so I don't have it listed as one of my main fandoms on my profile but I still occasionally read trigun fics (I don't actively look up trigun fics but when my fav trigun authors, and yes your one of them, updates or posts a new fic I'll read it).
These days I'm more active on my side account (this one, which is basically just a big x reader fandom account) so I haven't written any current fics on these particular fandoms but I do have a million wips (the curse of being a fanfic author). On my other account I mainly wrote angsty fics that had little to no comfort but now I find myself leaning towards writing about things that I find hot, may or may not have 'darker' elements to it/considered toxic but I've fallen for those manipulative/mind game vibes. I don't think they are that bad but others might not agree, I guess it all depends on how you feel about the source material/character. Now that I think about it there definitely is a theme with all these characters....
Oh, for real! XD I'm sooo guilty of that! But yes! I have to remind myself that I too was a silent reader for sooo long, only commenting when something moved me strongly enough that I had something I really wanted to say (never negatively. I don't think I've ever left anything mean on any fic or piece of art as far back as I can recall, but I did have those 'YOOO!! This was so crazy good aaaaa-' type moments when I did comment. And I had a fic make me sob during lunch break at work and wrote them a comment saying that that particular chapter broke me). I am currently doing that too! I've been trying to steadily go through my bookmarks, re-reading them and seeing which ones I haven't commented on (which is a lot) and leaving them comments as I go back through. There's so many fics I lost from my bookmarks when I deleted my past accounts, and I gotta find and read those again. There are so many good fics in the world! Ah, I know that feel so much. :') And I'm so glad you leave them up, because I always have to remind myself there are so many fandoms that I came to years after the initial hype died down, and as long as the fics are up and Ao3 stays up, someone could find that fic five, ten, fifteen years from now, and maybe even when they need it most. Maybe it could make them laugh, make them smile, make them feel seen, or help them have a good healthy cry.
But aaaa- I feel so bad about all the fics I still have not re-uploaded and the ones I probably won't. 😭 I've deleted so many accounts in the past, and I know it must have been so rough on my readers to have me disappear again and again, because I've been told already by a few people that they were so sad I deleted everything (and some even cried! D':) But… Some of my very old works, I do not consider to be all that great and some were even offensive as they were written by impressionable little ol' grade school me, so if I do re-upload,… They'll have to go through heavy revisions seeing as these were made when I was just starting in the 2012-14 range. And I know it's so heartbreaking to have a fic you really loved just suddenly go missing. I've been there. I even had a fic that I adored and the person who wrote it decided to delete it all and re-write it and to my knowledge, still has not re-written it. :'( It was so heartbreaking because I loved it the way it was and I can't even re-read that version anymore. I have so many works that I just never finished, and I don't want to delete everything again anymore, I want to give them satisfactory endings. I don't want people to feel that sadness anymore from me.
So it's really disheartening to see someone think a fic of mine is abandoned after a couple months of no updates. I really do wanna finish everything I post given the chance! I'm determined to start finishing more things! For real! It's so crazy that, as a reader, I have so many works that were life-changing or that I think about to this day and revisit often, and yet… It's so bizarre to think that my fics are those kind of fics to someone right now. When I tell you the shock I had upon having someone immediately kudos and comment on a fic I just posted not like, half an hour ago (PurpleDragonAzile, you're a real one! Wtf!) was real on the fifth of this month,… Younger me never could have imagined my fics would touch so many people… All she wanted to do was write fics other people could enjoy because reader-inserts brought me joy and I wanted to write for characters who didn't get much love or ideas that no one else had done from what I'd read, and now here we are… I've achieved that, and still am.
I didn't even know about the statistics page on Ao3 for the longest, and now that I do, it's crazy how unloved I felt some of my stuff was, having only a handful of bookmarks or none compared to a disproportionate amount of kudos only to find there were so many people I did not know about also enjoying my stuff who'd privately bookmarked or subscribed, and then reminding myself that those guest kudos mean something too. That's that many people who liked it enough to press that button, and there's a chance that those kudos could also be multiple given by the same person who enjoyed it that much, and to think there could even be people reading and keeping up with my fics who do not even have an account... It's crazy. Sometimes I just look at my stats and laugh in disbelief and all these nice comments I've received and say, 'Ya'll are crazy (affectionate)' Damn, guys. :') I love every single one of you. You're amazing. To think my works could inspire ya'll and make you happy and laugh and cry out of joy or sadness,... It's crazy. I wish the best for all of you wonderful people. This is the best I could ever ask for. Little ol' me has come so far in these 12 years of writing, and I feel I can die content in this department of life.
Oh, same! XD Haha! I looovee monster AUs! AAaa! Writing, reading, don't care, love them all. Oh. 👀 Rest assured I will be screaming and kicking my feet in joy the moment I get it. Hopefully I can have an update soon and respond in bulk to what's been sitting in my inbox the longest. ToT I feel so bad for taking so long sometimes. But I'm making quite a bit of progress on some of these fics, so with luck I can hit my little goalpost and update/post something for each week and finally give some of these comments responses while I'm at it! Aaa- X3 I'm glad you enjoy it! It was so fun to write and took me sooo long because it ended up way bigger than I first thought it might! XD I had so much in me for that one! It was so fun to write him starting to get all affectionate and being like, 'Why won't you just move in with me?!? >:'(' And I kept making myself laugh with all the little commentaries that I'd put in notes form. If ya'll could see some of the stuff I have in my notes rn for some of these fics… You might get as much of a kick out of it as I do. (Oh, take your time! I won't ever be mad if you don't comment! It totally makes sense! I do the same thing, really. I set up a little goal for myself to read and comment on a chapter/fic per day, and while I've fallen behind, I don't want to rush it. I wanna wait until I have the opportunity to not only enjoy the fic and not feel rushed, but comment on everything I adored about it and point out my favorite parts.) Oh, same! 😭 349 bookmarks to shift through, and I think I've only commented on maybe ten or so? And that's not all of what I had bookmarked before. I had so many… And that's not counting all the ones I might read and enjoy that I haven't before while going through all of these. But I'm determined! And I'll be able to enjoy them all all over again too!
(Oh, I've felt that with some games you could romance peeps in: Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Dragon's Dogma,...) Oh boy! XD I've only played Alliance (I actually bought it again for my Switch because I loved it so much as a pre-teen. Morning Star I found in the crypt, my beloved), but what I've seen of BG3, it reminds me a lot of Dragon Age. The thirst I see for Astarion is real. Yeah. XD That's basically it lmao! People ship Eddie (human host) and Venom (alien who doesn't like to be called parasite but kinda is), but I have read some very good Venom fics! One in particular I find super hilarious and was such a fun read. The swan dive tag alone had me. It's called Under Your Skin by IndiraIshra. Their notes kinda makes me wonder if I should do something like that for some of my fics because I loved the idea and their contents so much. XD So funny. Oh, me either! But apparently someone has from what I've read! XD Hehe. Oh, same! For the longest I was more the werewolf type, but I ended up gaining an appreciation. <.< Certainly a certain Digimon wasn't to blame for that for me in high school cough cough (Oh? 👀 I don't know enough about it to know which BG3 character, but now I know they're a vampire!) Yeah! :D XD Good ol' Annalise and her vampire boyfriend Dimitri and his vampire bandmates. Yep! :D I used to get a little sad about blocking people, but… Sometimes you just don't vibe.
ASdfhj- Possessive and jealous fictional characters my beloveds. X3 Oh, yes, same! I was so taken by the idea of their species also trying to win favor with gifts, anything from food to things that caught their eye (flowers, lost lockets and jewelry, buried relics from the past like ceramics, human items either lost or stolen, pretty rocks, etc.). Oh, for real. 👀 Thank you, I'm glad! :'D Yeah, I'm a little bummed I couldn't make it plot relevant enough to add in some of this stuff, but I really did like the idea of sometimes the females just prefer the attitudes or mannerisms of the 'lesser' male over the one that 'outperformed' them. It's also highly frowned upon if the male who 'lost' in this scenario can't take his L in a gracious manner. So, if he in any way shows aggression towards the male the female has chosen, she may threaten him with a growl and show of fangs or even attack him if he decides to get hostile with the winning male. Mated couples are often highly affectionate and caring towards each other too, partaking in grooming habits, tending to each other's wounds, and cuddling up in the colder months whereas hotter temperatures often lead to them sleeping on separate ends of the nest. And they'll take different watch times when the chicks are born and go on family walks and exploring ventures to let the chicks play and also to teach them about the world around them. Which, I could totally add onto those stories going more into family life stuff like this. X3 It's certainly tempting!
I will warn you though, the first two in The Project Series will just be Stampede Vash and Knives as their normal species (but with Vash having the appearance of late episode 11 early 12), but everyone after will be other monsters/creatures. XD Oh, I feel that! I drift a lot between fandoms and my current character interests. (aSfjas0g- Aww! ;v; Thank you! TvT I'm honored! I haven't really looked up Trigun fics as of late, but I did look through all that were there sometime before Stampede released and peeked in occasionally, but I haven't really kept up as of late. I've been pre-occupied trying to comment on all my current bookmarks and looking through all of those authors' new works and their bookmarks).
:0 Oh awesome! ;v; I miss the nicer days of Tumblr where tags still worked and I didn't see as much hatred for certain works. This place used to be a lot more open and fun and kinky from what I remember, and I really like the way asks function here. (TvT That one is too real augh. That and telling your characters 'I need you to do this.' and they just go 'Nope. Here's what I'm gonna do instead.' and then you gotta restructure your entire draft and plot outline.) :0 Oh man, the aannnggst. Aaaa- Love me a fic that makes me go ouch sometimes. :') Oh? 👀 ASgha- I know that feel omg! Honestly, I find them fun to explore! There's just... Something about manipulative characters who play mind games like that. Shiiitt. You're making me want to work on a specific draft. Exploring hot, darker element fics seems to be most of what I've been doing as of late. Oh, that's totally true. I've seen some people put out pure fluff for Knives, particularly 98, and I just… XD I'm like, 'Nope. Angst and degradation kink.' It's funny to me, like fascinating, and it's not like I hate the fluff! It's cute! But I just… <.< I dunno. Can't write him like that? aSDgjas- The curse of having a type! XD
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quercus-queer · 2 months
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hey, what’s up with tlou 2? I keep seeing comments mentioning how it’s related to zionism but I can’t find info on it
Im not someone who gets very interested in creators of the media I enjoy (idk what my fave band looks like or their names) and I was only a very casual watcher of tlou adaptation and gameplays. I only recently found out Neil Druckmann is a Zionist and that tlou2 was “inspired by the Israel-Palestine conflict.”
This is to say Im not the most informed and have no desire to watch the podcasts this Vice article gets quotes from, the article was more than enough information for me. There’s some reddit threads out there too but I digress.
Some excerpts that I think sum up the article, Druckmann’s bias, and explains the criticisms people have always had about tlou’s writing.
But "cycles of violence" are a poor way to understand a conflict in a meaningful way, especially if one is interested in finding a solution. The United States, for example, hasn't been at war in Afghanistan for almost 20 years because it's trapped in a "cycle of violence" with the Taliban. It is deliberately choosing to engage with a problem in a way that perpetuates a conflict. Just as the fantasy of escaping violence by simply walking away from it is one that only those with the means to do so can entertain, the myth of the "cycle of violence" is one that benefits the side that can survive the status quo
In The Last of Us Part II's Seattle, Scars and Wolves hurt each other terribly, and the same can be said about Israel and Palestine. The difference is that when flashes of violence abate and the smoke clears, one side continues to live freely and prosper, while the other goes back to a life of occupation and humiliation. One side continues to expand while the other continues to lose the land it needs to live. Imagining this process as some kind of symmetric cycle benefits one side more than the other, and allows it to continue.
As a result, The Last of Us Part II never quite justifies its fatalism.
This seems to be The Last of Us Part II's thesis: humans experience a kind of "intense hate that is universal," as Druckmann told The Post, which keep us trapped in these cycles.
But is intense hate really a universal feeling? It's certainly not one that I share. I, too, have seen the video of the 2000 mob killing of the Israeli soldiers in Ramallah, and it's horrific. Yet, my immediate response wasn't "Oh, man, if I could just push a button and kill all these people that committed this horrible act, I would make them feel the same pain that they inflicted on these people," as Druckmann said.
This is not a universal feeling as much as it's a learned way of seeing the world.
The trouble with [the story/writing/themes], and the reason that Ellie's journey ultimately feels nonsensical, is that it begins from a place that accepts "intense hate that is universal" as a fact of life, rather than examining where and why this behavior is learned.
Personally, I’ve come to understand that people who cling to the Cycle of Violence as human nature, especially concerning community/global conflict have an deep misunderstanding of humanity.
This post details an article that requires an account to access, but elaborates on a certain mentality about Landback movements:
Additionally, the casting for tlou2 adaptation has come out and it’s a shit show:
Dina (the only Jewish character in the series + her fam) will be played by a very skinny conventionally attractive Hispanic non-Jewish woman who is allegedly a Zionist
Abby will be played by a very skinny conventionally attractive 5’2” woman who is also allegedly a Zionist
Also worth noting since some redditors misunderstood: the author is NOT saying Palestinians are literally like the Scars, the entire point is that Neil created the Scars to parallel how HE (biased) sees the conflict.
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hellfiremunsonn · 11 months
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you look so pretty i didn't even notice the size difference for a second. Like, mine aren't that noticeable, but I guess cause my nips don't line up on a horizontal line it has to be mentioned?
Yeah, I was pretty sure these men weren't shit but also...like it felt good to be flirted with? To be seen as desirable? I have never really been in a "relationship" always the let's not label it or the "oh im talking to a guy who showed interest in me and- oh he's married well im blocking you now" (which the married thing has happened more than once, making me feel bad. Like, if they were in an open marriage or poly or whatever, I wouldn't care. But its like im like "isnt that...your wife?" And they get upset i find out like obviously you don't want her to know).
I know my friend didn't mean anything by her comment, so I'm not really mad at her. I think its moreso the guy who said it was a handful (I am a b, maybe c cup depending on the bra (usually its the band) but I think that because I have broad shoulders and a big rib cage, I am big boned i guess cause I am tall, they expect more??)
It just really fucked me up cause I was sitting here and I thought okay he was a piece of shit, and so I started scrolling through Tumblr and reading fanfiction because why not escape reality for a second, and it ended up being smut and I was like ah....my body doesnt...do that normally. And then it made me spiral thinking about every fic I've read (for example, Steve or Eddie) and how its all similar, and then I was like shit maybe I am weird? Like I get i shouldn't let fictional stuff bother me, cause it is fictional, but then I am like hm the men irl suck so why wouldn't it translate (I am not making it make sense like the characters would be fine I think but its like the fics all have similar anatomy i dont have making it seem as though it is normal, and the guys irl suck so they probably also expect that idk im gonna stop this sentence now).
I think the thing that truly bothers me is the fact that, if I am getting close enough to you to feel comfortable topless, because typically I am not, then that means I'm vulnerable and you really just basically stab me. You basically get me in a vulnerable state and go straight for the jugular
Ohgod, yeah I used to never take my top off or my bra off cause I was like nOPE YOU CAN'T SEE MY BOOBS!!!!!
Now I don't care as much because I've thankfully had more positive reactions?
And with fan fic, I try to write sex for reader how I enjoy sex? Which too be fair isn't much because I haven't had a lot of GOOD sex. I've had good moments in sex but never the whole thing. So I don't include a lot of nipple play or stimulation, because I personally don't get much pleasure from it, but I know my partners have so I let them do their thing, thus briefly adding it into fics just cause a mouth on a tit is a common occurrence for the most part.
I also always make sure to get reader to cum from clit stimulation because most vagina havers cannot cum from penetration alone. And I also add it hurting at first, because for me OFTEN times it's really uncomfortable at first, and sometimes it has felt like I'm losing my virginity all over again.
ANOTHER THING. This helps me when reading fics, but (Y/N) isn't me but she is me... Like she's a version of myself I have created to fit these fics, but it's not me me, she's her own character but she is MINE. if that makes sense? Like I have no interest in anal or anal play, but like (Y/N) ??? she'll do anything, and I love her for that.
ALSO, My titties literally get stuck in my armpits when I lay down and I have to pull them out before I get comfy. They be doing what they want I swear.
MEN ARE SHIT
But also voicing your insecurities, and just laying them out on the table sometimes helps! It's something I started to do unconsciously, but I would basically point out these things before someone else could do it, and do it maliciously. Like if I did my eyelashes wonky, I'd point it out right away, or maybe if my ass looked extra flat, or my hair was greasy. Because all our lumps and bumps and ridges, and dips, hairy, smooth, discoloured bits are all part of us, and make us each our own person.
idk where I was really going with this again, I kinda just started typing. But I hope you at least find the tiniest bit of comfort from talking it out with me.
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betweentimeand42 · 3 years
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I love the band Lula Wiles so much but I'm so afraid they'll be the next ones to get "cancelled" a la the Chicks because god damn do they tell it like it is
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littlemisspascal · 3 years
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The Infinity Cube Part 3
Main Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader
Chapter Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader
Word Count: 1400+ 
Series Summary:  When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe?
Warnings for the chapter: No beta all mistakes mine, Language, Fluff, Angst, My first time writing Javier so I’m super nervous sharing, Spanish is italicized, churros cuz that came up when searching Colombian desserts, Let’s pretend Narcos + Pablo Escobar don’t exist in Marcus universe so there’s no crossover, the quote--the kind of tired sleep can’t fix--is one I love and have seen a dozen variants of but sadly is not mine
Author Note: Thank you everybody for your kind support of this fic! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog 💝 This chapter is a bit longer than previous ones, so maybe future ones will be too. Idk, my anxiety is a fickle monster so we’ll all just have to wait and see. 
Shout out + 1000 brownie points to @ohlawdthebirds for correctly guessing Javi as the next character 😊🌸💖
PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 4
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Fingers snap in front of your face, startling you.
“You’ve been playing with that fucking paperweight all day,” a blond-haired man complains, leaning back in his chair and out of your personal space. His voice is deep and gravelly, as if the words have had to climb out from somewhere deep within himself, and there’s a hint of a southern twang. “Give it a rest already, Oddball.”
You flip him the bird instinctively, eliciting a smirk and an eye roll from him, muttering something under his breath about “you and Javi being too damn similar.” 
The nameplate on his desk says Steve Murphy. You silently observe his faded dark brown leather jacket and slicked back hair, unsure what to think of him beyond the fact he's clearly your coworker (seriously, could his desk be any closer to yours? Did he have separation anxiety?) and that he’s got an outdated sense of fashion.
Actually, now that you’re paying attention, both desks are covered in paperwork with documents and photos spread out messily, and there is a stack of manila folders haphazardly balancing on the shared corner, one accidental jostle away from spilling onto the floor. You notice a third desk to the left of you, remarkably organized in comparison, with a typewriter resting in the middle and an ashtray full of cigarettes sitting next to it.  
Oh, Javi, you think, torn between disappointment and worry, you said you’d quit before the wedding.
You freeze, nearly choking on your spit. 
Then slowly, ever so slowly, you hold up your left hand and find a platinum diamond ring innocently resting on your fourth finger. The band is simple, no intricate designs or words carved into it, and the diamond is square-shaped, aged yet elegant. 
Your eyes prickle with tears. It’s perfect.
Six months of dating Marcus and marriage had only come up once when Marcus opened up to you about being divorced. He’d caught his ex-wife cheating on him and you had never wanted to hunt someone down and slap them more than you had in that moment, but you’d stayed at your apartment and cuddled with Marcus instead, exchanging happier memories to even out the lingering tension in the air. If that bitch ever crosses your path though...Somebody better hold your purse ‘cause fists will fly.
The shrill ringing of a nearby phone yanks you out of your head, realizing you’ve been staring stupidly at your hand for the last minute. Embarrassment sticks to your skin, clothes suddenly feeling too tight, and you belatedly notice your outfit.
Two words: shoulder pads. 
What...the...fuck?
You whirl around, almost tipping your chair over in your haste, and sweep your gaze across the room. Nearly everyone you see is dressed in military uniform—which makes sense when you spy a green logo on a door with the words Policía Nacional de Colombia neatly printed on it— but your sharp eyes zero in on a pair of women dressed in similar clothes as you—blazers, pencil skirts, and those stupid fucking shoulder pads. 
You’ve traveled to the past. The 1980s, if you were to hazard a guess. 
An even more specific guess: 1980s Colombia.
It’s not as weird as being on a spaceship, but your leg starts to bounce restlessly with the urge to pace nevertheless. You turn forwards in your seat again, biting your lip as you consider the cube in your lap. 
A paperweight, Steve had called it. Idiot. There is something special about this cube—and not just because of its weird symbols or that it has the power to drop you in alternate universes.  No, it’s almost like it’s teasing you. Playing a weird game with rules you don’t stand a chance of figuring out or understanding.
Like chess, you think, remembering Marcus’ habit of playing it on his phone at night when he’s waiting for you to join him in bed, a pair of thick-rimmed glasses perched on the edge of his nose. 
The thud of a paper sack landing on your desk startles your heart into overdrive for a second time. You open your mouth to scold him, only for the sugary sweet scent of churros to hit your nose, immediately making your mouth water instead. Your fingers can’t tear the bag open fast enough, eager to pull out your favorite treat.
“Cálmate, rareza,” a masculine voice says, an alluring raspy quality to it, right before a featherlight kiss is pressed against your cheek. “The churros aren’t going to grow legs and run away.”
Javier pulls his chair closer, teasingly tapping his shoe against yours. You stare at him, frozen with your heart stuck in your throat. He looks just like Marcus—dark hair, sharp cheekbones, that little wrinkle between his eyebrows when his mind is shifting gears into business mode, even the leather jacket he wears is eerily similar to your boyfriend’s—but, like Din, Javi also has his own distinctions. His fluency in Spanish, for starters, but deeper than that, you see the bags beneath his brown eyes, the way he can’t sit still, as if there’s adrenaline pumping through his veins with no proper outlet. He’s tired, you think, but it’s the kind of tired sleep can’t fix.
God, you hope you catch Escobar soon. It’s breaking your heart, seeing what this hunt is doing to the man you love.
“Where’s my snack?” Steve asks, half-joking half-indignant.
“In the vending machine down the hall,” Javier retorts without missing a beat. “Big black box with a glass front. Can’t miss it.”
Steve grumbles, but pushes his chair back and leaves after digging a handful of coins out of his desk drawer. 
You give Javier a reproachful look. “You really should be nicer to Murph. He’s the only partner you’ve got.”
“Only?” Javier echoes, gently tapping the ring on your finger. “You sick of wearing my mamá’s ring already? It’s barely been a week.”
“You know what I mean, Brown Eyes.” You take a bite out of your churro. The crunch as your teeth sink into its crispy, cinnamon exterior usually lifts your spirits, but right now you barely taste anything, head swirling with dark clouds of worrisome thoughts. You swallow, seriousness seeping into your voice as you continue, “Out there on the streets, you’re responsible for watching each other’s backs. I don’t want you not coming home to me because you pushed too many of Murph’s buttons.”
Javier’s quiet for a moment, and somehow it’s louder to your ears than the rest of the hustle and bustle going on around you. You finish the rest of your churro, thinking he’s just going to sit there ruminating on your words for the rest of the afternoon, when he suddenly says, “Do you know why I call you rareza?”
You shrug, brushing crumbs off of your lap. “‘Cause I’m odd. I like collecting marbles and I listen to music twice as old as me and memorize soap opera plots and—”
“And you’re the best damn miracle that ever happened to me.”
You squeeze the cube so hard your knuckles ache from the strain.
Javier’s leaning in closer now, his raspy voice becoming lower, softer, a dulcet tone usually reserved for the sanctity of your bedroom. You’re enraptured by the burning intensity of his gaze, helplessly drawn in like a moth to a flame.
“You’re one of a kind, sweetheart. Una rareza.” The corner of his mouth curls into a fond smile, the one reserved for you and you alone. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life reminding you ‘til we’re old and gray. You don’t ever need to worry I’m not coming home.”
You swallow the lump of emotion swelling in your throat, managing a wobbly smile as you reply, “And Murph has the audacity to say I’m the sappy one.”
Javier rolls his eyes but his grin widens, a lone, precious dimple appearing in his cheek. A sight you’ve witnessed on Marcus’ face hundreds of times. Your smile drops, feeling like you’ve been kicked in the ribcage. 
Oh God, Marcus. You’ve got to make it back to him. 
You look at Javier who has started pecking away at his typewriter, lost in his own little world. He always complains about it, but you know he secretly finds the task calming, giving his mind a rest from the bigger, scarier problems going on right outside the front doors.
He’s beautiful. But he’s not yours.
Marcus is your true reality. Your home.
Last time you twisted the right side of the cube. This time you choose the left.
And if there are tears running down your cheeks, well. The world’s spinning too fast for anybody to see.
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butterflyyeo · 3 years
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jealous
pairing — han jisung x reader
genre — angst (?)
tw — slightly suggestive (?)
wc — 3035
a/n — yall idk wtf this is im trying my best to get better at writing angsty (???) stuff so im really sorry if this is absolute trash T^T. feedback is appreciated !!
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you hadn't seen your brother, chan, for a long time, six months to be exact and of course you missed him dearly. when he called to tell you that he was coming home for a while you nearly cried of joy, however, the happiness faded when he mentioned that he'd be bringing his band mates, that meant changbin... and han jisung.
it wasn't exactly a secret that you didn't get along with jisung, and you never knew why. he always just irked you a bit, and on purpose too. it was constant bickering between the two of you, fortunately, chan and changbin had learnt to tolerate it. speaking of changbin, you actually quite liked him and he was rather fond of you too. chan knew this, in fact, chan saw all the underlying tension between you and the rest of 3racha. he was thankful that he was your brother, but he didn't have to intervene, he was fully aware that you could handle these things on your own. unless of course you asked for help, and in that case, he would go to war for you.
a sturdy knock hit the door a few times and you ran to the door, unlocking it.
"channie!!" you leaped onto him and hugged him tightly. he dropped his bags down to the floor just so he could hug you back. "i've missed you so much!" you said as you hopped down and picked up both of his bags.
he grinned, "i've missed you too, y/n."
your smile dropped almost instantly as you saw jisung leaning against the doorway, a smirk across his face that just made you want to slap him. faking a smile, you greeted changbin, "hey changbin! good to see you." he gave you a sincere nod and smile before picking up his suitcase. "now chan, shall i put these in the guest room?" you asked, chan was already going through the fridge, looking for food.
"mm." he mumbled. you took it as a yes and heaved his bags to the guest room, dumping them beside the bed. as you turned around to help changbin with his luggage, someone blocked your way.
"you didn't say hello to me?" jisung questioned, though, it sounded more like a statement.
huffing, you responded, "why would i?"
"because you love me," he said as he leaned in close. "and you missed me."
"you must be confused." you shrugged and pushed past him. that was too close for comfort. you thought as you walked out and picked up changbin's last bag.
"hey y/n," chan began, "what's for dinner?"
you sighed, "i'm gonna have to go shopping chan, i don't have enough food for all of you." you went to put your shoes on and a jacket too, since it was getting late and more chilly outside. "who wants to chauffeur me to the grocery store?" you joked.
"anything for you, my love." jisung said teasingly as he held his hand out to you.
"uh, i'd rather not." you swatted his hand away. "c'mon changbin, let's go!" you said while dragging changbin up from the sofa. he groaned, but honestly he didn't mind so much. he was just being a big baby.
the car trip was short and quiet, mainly because changbin was tired from all the travelling they had done to get to your house. plus, their schedule has been so full lately, they were lucky to have this time off.
wandering through isles, you began picking up ingredients and placing them intro a trolley.
"you really missed us?" changbin began, "me and chan of course..." he trailed off but a playful smile tugged at his lips.
"of course i am! jisung on the other hand..." you rolled your eyes, pushing the trolley along.
he chucked, "you really still hate each other? after all these years?"
you huffed, a little too obnoxiously, "yes. i do still hate him. and i'm sure he despises me too. i don't even know what it is... it's just... the way he treats me. he acts like he deserves my friendship, which he doesn't. it's something you earn."
"remind me to never piss you off." changbin laughed as he put a bag of chips in the trolley.
once you had everything you needed you put it through the register, changbin insisted he paid, since you were letting the three of them live with you.
shortly after you arrived home, you began cooking. while he wasn't the best, changbin offered to help as best he could. you actually thought it was really sweet. he passed you utensils, condiments and he even set the table.
meanwhile, chan was fast asleep in the guest room and jisung was showering in the provided ensuite. you turned to changbin and high fived him, "we're all done! i should wake up chan. you can start eating if you want." proud of his efforts, changbin sat down and began to eat.
gently pressing the door open to the guest room, you whispered, "chan? dinner is ready." you walked over to him and was about to softly shake him when jisung walked out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist. his tousled wet hair dripped little drops of water down his chest and it was rather overwhelming to see him so exposed.
contrary to your thoughts, he couldn't care less, he enjoyed watching the way you panicked and blushed heavily. if this is what it takes. he thought.
"oh! um, jisung. i'm so sorry, i was just coming to tell chan that dinner is ready, i should've knocked or-" you blurted out in a quiet voice, weary of chan waking up.
jisung let out a low chuckle, "it's fine, y/n. i'll wake him up once i've dressed."
"thanks," you said as you went to leave, "wait... no snarky comment?" you puzzled.
he said nothing, just winked at you as you closed the door.
you joined changbin at the dinner table, sitting across from him. "how's the food?" you asked as you took a bite for yourself.
"y/n it's amazing! you're seriously a great cook. man, i wish i was this good." he said as he took a small bite of the spaghetti you had prepared.
at that moment, chan dawdled out the door and jisung closely behind. they joined you at the table and also began eating.
"don't worry about it binnie, i can teach you to cook, years of living on my own without chan seems to have payed off a bit." you joked.
"binnie?" jisung questioned the nickname you had given to changbin, whilst changbin sat there furiously blushing. he tried to hide it by lowering his head but that honestly seemed it give it away more.
"sounds cute." you shrugged, not thinking much of it.
chan cleared his throat, "okay so here's the plan for tomorrow," he began, taking another bite of spaghetti, "changbin and i have to go talk to JYP about an upcoming show we are doing, so we could be gone all day with that. there's lots to plan."
"wait a second, why am i not going? i'm apart of 3racha too." jisung stated.
changbin replied, "did you get the email from him?"
jisung shook his head, "well, no but-"
"then you're not coming." changbin grinned cheekily, knowing this upset jisung.
when everyone had finished with their meal, changbin stood up and collected all the dirty dishes, only to begin washing them in the sink. you quickly tried to stop him, "oh, changbin! don't worry i can do that." you said as you tried to take over, but he refused.
"no. you won't. dinner was great! you've done enough for today, if we are gonna be living here for the next few weeks then i might as well be of some use." he smiled at you before nodding to the tv, signalling for you to relax.
tired as ever, chan come over and kissed your head goodnight before going back to sleep. by now it was nearly 10pm, you had a late dinner but that was because they arrived later than expected.
you sat down on the sofa and began browsing movies. you decided to watch your favourite, even though you've seen it a million times. once he was finished with the dishes, changbin joined you on the sofa to watch the movie, you quickly filled him in on all the little details of the plot.
jisung was still sitting at the dinner table, scrolling through his phone, he was contemplating coming to join the two of you in watching the movie, but decided against it when he saw changbin put his arm around you. rolling his eyes and scoffing a little too loud, jisung stood up and went to the guest room he was sharing with chan. he tried his best not to slam the door but somehow that didn't happen.
"huh, wonder what's up with him?" changbin asked, looking at the door wide eyed. "i'll go check, sorry, i'll be back in a sec." he followed jisung into the guest room, you heard changbin quietly ask if he was okay.
what started as a whispered discussion soon became a hushed argument, you were worried that soon they would start yelling at each other. luckily chan was a deep sleeper, he also slept with earphones in, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't hear any of it.
the minutes passed and their quarreling continued, you debated going in there to try and make some peace but you decided against it, this seemed to be something personal between the two of them. instead, you switched off the tv and the lights, and went got ready for bed. as you were about to close your eyes you heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door opening and closing. whoever it was, you knew they could take care of themselves, they were both adults and probably just needed some space.
when you woke up, it was around 7am. you quickly threw a hoodie on over your shirt, feeling a bit cold and walked into the living space to see changbin, sleeping softly on the sofa. it only just occurred to you that there wasn't enough beds for all of you in your current living situation.
you gently peeked into chan's room to see him sprawled out, sleeping a deep sleep. you smiled to yourself, knowing that he got all the sleep he deserved. the empty bed in the room didn't go unnoticed however.
it was jisung who left last night. and he didn't seem to be back yet.
slightly worried, you decided to cook up some bacon and eggs for when the boys woke up.
"morning y/n." you turned around to see changbin leaning against the kitchen counter.
you smiled, "morning! sorry if i woke you up, i'm just making some breakfast, you've probably got time to shower if you want to before you eat."
"serious? man, what did we do to deserve you?" changbin said looking at you sincerely.
you laughed lightly, "nothing, now go! and please wake chan up when you get out."
he just chuckled as he walked away and closed the guest room door behind him. you wondered if you should make enough breakfast for jisung, would he be back soon? if he wasn't, he could just re-heat it, you thought.
the last few pieces of bacon finished cooking so you begin buttering the toast, you made a lot knowing that chan has a big appetite and there was a good chance they wouldn't have time to eat today. your train of thought was interrupted once again by changbin.
"anything i can do to help?" he asked, he was dressed quite smartly, but you understood as he was going to console with JYP himself.
"nope! i'm just about done, plus, you wouldn't want to dirty your clothes," you said as you began serving breakfast.
"ah okay, i woke chan up, he wanted to have a shower so he shouldn't be too much longer." he said, "can i?" he asked, pointing to one of the cups of steaming hot coffee you set on the counter.
"of course!" you said. a question burned in the back of your mind and you wondered if you should ask or not. "uh, changbin..." you began.
changbin knew exactly what you were about to say, "he's okay, y/n. he just wanted some space." his eyes stared at the wall blankly. there was more to this than needing space.
"so.. why was he upset then? you guys had a pretty heated argument.."
changbin's eyes met yours, "i'm sorry you had to hear that." he took a sip of coffee, "we just had a bit of a disagreement, it happens all the time... you see, the thing is-"
"good morning to my favourite people!" chan said as he waltzed out of the guest room, also looking rather sharp.
you and changbin smiled at his enthusiasm, "morning!" the two of you chimed back.
"breakfast made? hot coffee? you seriously are the best sister in the world! it's like we're staying at a five star hotel." chan said picking up a mug of coffee.
you laughed, "i'm your only sister."
he shrugged, "still the best," he took a sip and hummed, looking around the room, "hey, where's jisung?"
"i don't know. i heard him leave last night." you said, placing two plates of food at the dinner table.
chan sent a red hot glare at changbin, knowing exactly why jisung would've stormed out. changbin looked away sheepishly.
"okay, well, breakfast is ready! eat up, you guys have a busy day." you said sitting down in front of a plate.
chan and changbin began discussing things for later with JYP, while you just sat their mindlessly eating your breakfast. you still couldn't help but wonder where jisung had went, and why he wasn't back yet.
you had completely zoned out and was just picking at the scraps of your plate when chan spoke, "well that was seriously great y/n! what a good way to start the day."
you smiled at your brother, "ah, it's the least i can do, maybe you could ask JYP if you can dedicate a song to me in return."
the three of you laughed and you began to clear up the plates while the boys finished getting ready. shortly after, they said their goodbyes and closed the front door behind them. although the door muffled his voice, you heard chan say to changbin, "you seriously fought over that again?"
you sighed to yourself, what were you going to do all day? you decided to finish cleaning up and have a shower.
you let the water run until it was warm before stepping in, you had to remember to be mindful because you often got carried away and distracted in the shower and lost track of time.
which is, exactly what happened, before you knew it you had been half an hour. shit, you thought. as you wrapped a towel around your body, you remembered jisung and how you saw a little too much of him after he showered. you blushed furiously just remembering it. that's when you realised that your feelings for changbin were just a deflection of the feelings you have for jisung. you're ridiculous, you thought. he hates you, despises you, enjoys making fun of you. you quickly ruled out the possibility of him ever returning the feeling and finished dressing.
you spent the day multitasking some of your studies while watching movie after movie, trying to be somewhat productive. your stomach suddenly growled and you checked the time, "must be time for lun-" you said aloud, "oh, it's 5pm." you laughed at your silly sense of time and how you had got carried away all day. but you soon frowned, 5pm and jisung still wasn't back?
since the boys weren't home you made yourself a light meal and sat at the dinner table alone, listening to some background music. it was actually quite relaxing. the evening golden sun shone through the window as you finished eating. you quickly began washing up your plate, when you heard the door creak open.
"oh, chan you're home! i just finished eating, but i can make something for you and changbin just give me a min-" but when you turned around to greet them, it wasn't chan or changbin. it was jisung. "jisung."
"are you gonna admit that you missed me this time? or do i have to leave for longer?" he smirked but you just sighed in relief. you hated to confess that you worried you wouldn't hear his stupid comments for a long while.
you spoke quietly, "of course i missed you. i was worried sick."
"oh? worried now?" he toyed.
"yes, worried! i heard you arguing with changbin and then you left!" you exclaimed.
his face turned away at the mention of changbin's name, "well sometimes changbin and i argue, it's normal."
you scoffed, "that's what he said."
"he told you?" jisung asked.
"no, he didn't tell me what you fought about, but it would seem that it isn't the first time because i heard chan scolding him after they left this morning." you admitted.
"they're not back?"
you shook your head, "nope," jisung looked away, "look, i just had dinner but is there anything you want?"
"yeah." he began.
"what would you like?" you asked.
"you." jisung said bluntly, catching you off guard. "and changbin wants you too."
it all made sense now. "oh, i, i see.." you said, quite taken aback. "jisung, it could ruin everything, we'd be playing with fire."
"i don't care, y/n." he said taking a few steps closer.
"but, chan is my brother." you said.
"he's my best friend." jisung countered, coming closer again.
"what about changbin?" you asked.
"he's also my best friend." at this point, jisung was standing face to face with you.
"hang on a second," you took a step back, hitting the counter, "i don't owe you anything." you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips.
he smirked, "but i owe you everything."
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What are some of your scenarios to fall asleep to? 👀
Ahhhh I’m glad you asked !! Also please feel free to share some of yours they can be specific or vague idc I’m in desperate need
I will be going into heavy detail because I can’t help myself I’m sorry and I will put in both normal ones and Harry Potter ones
Also this is just like one big ramble I’m sorry I got too excited I literally turned into that Tik tok sound where it’s like ‘you’re asking me about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories’
Update - I think I’m just going to keep updating this as well when I think of new ones because I keep forgetting some
My most recent one is a royalty one where they’re like royalty but in their really prestigious and royal school they were academic rivals and did not get along and after school they like try to go their separate ways until a couple years later their parents force them into an arranged marriage for like the good of the country or whatever I don’t really care!! You can take it wherever you want from there but in case you were interested in mine he fell for her first and kinda gave up on the enemies thing pretty early on but she still made it clear he wasn’t her favourite person and she despised the situation and there is still constant teasing until she meets his sister or friend or whoever who says that they can’t believe how happy he is with them and she feels so bad because she thinks he deserves better and ends up being much meaner to him because she’s an idiot who can’t express her emotions and he gets angry at her because she’s being super mean after they were just starting to get along and they have a big argument and are forced to talk about their feelings and then I can never decide whether they actually like each other when they get married, I feel like either way is fun
I have a thing for royalty so my other one is literally just princess x stable boy and you can honestly take that wherever you want but I will tell you where I took it for some ✨inspiration✨ so I don’t have my drivers license and get really bad driving anxiety so I self projected and made her terrified of riding horses right (I’m so smart I know) and he is like trying to help her ride the horse and feel comfortable and like obviously they end up in love but I created drama because she sneaks out to his birthday party (!!) but his friends don’t like her because they just think she’ll be a snob but he obviously defends her but like it’s a perfect opportunity for a bit of an innocent princess as well
My personal favourite is the two co stars falling in love and like thinking about doing all those stupid interviews from like buzzfeed and all that and I personally love the trying foods from different places thing (like making them try fairy bread - because I’m from Australia and we aren’t that cultured and being mad when they don’t like it because it is my favourite food) and it’s great because i can make the guy any actor I am currently obsessed with 😭 but also like the red carpet opportunities and interviews and fan reactions and it’s very fun also this keeps my brain very busy because I like making it as realistic as possible and figuring out the actors timeline so I can match the story up with it, it’s always really intense, also if you want inspiration for what moving they’re staring in I always go for the live action version of tangled even if I don’t look anything like rapunzel
Another fun one is where one of them is in a band and you have a friend who is dating one of the other members but you don’t like the band and you’re not shy in letting the other members know that and it turns into an enemies to lovers thing but I haven’t really developed it because halfway through I ended up changing it with the fact that they befriend one of the members and like fall for them but the band member like ‘gets around’ and it makes them jealous until they drunkingly confess it made them jealous this one’s a bit of a mess and is tipping into a 2012 wattpad story but it was how I got back into my 5sos phase two years ago because I felt icky about them but I’m still a slut for Calum 😭
Another one I love is moving abroad to study or whatever (idk I just always need a reason to be in America/Uk because there’s no one here in australia) and you make friends with someone who turns out to be related to someone really famous (insert whoever you want) and you meet them and you think they’re the hottest person you’ve ever seen and you get drunk to gain confidence to talk to them and you’re like unashamedly flirting with them and they think it’s cute and you’re funny but the whole little plot twist is that you don’t know they’re famous (famous people love that, trust me, I have about 10 wattpad stories in my library that can prove this) !! And the don’t believe you don’t know they’re famous !! Anyways I took it in a sugar daddy direction but each to their own!
Specifically for Harry Potter though, you ask?
Currently I am obsessed with Regulus Black and for about the past two weeks I’ve been obsessed with the idea of James potter sibling x regulus black enemies to lovers story and then about a week ago I found an actually good wattpad story about it?!?! (I have recommended it here with warnings but I really encourage you to read it if you’re not a minor) but you can also do your own version because I am still doing my own version and will continue to do my own version tonight even if I am obsessed with the wattpad one !! Currently I am up to post Hogwarts and her and regulus are trying to defeat Voldemort and regulus tells her that Peter is going to betray James and so ofc she tells James but James is like ‘how to do you even know this??’ And he is so afraid and gets angry at her and it’s really dramatic and she tells him she’s dating regulus and then he gets super mad at her because she’s dating like one of the most well known and loyal death eaters (even if regulus is sneakily trying to destroy Voldemort) and because he didn’t tell her and it’s very dramatic
My favourite Sirius black idea is also a James potters sibling one, but I never have any good ideas for it and just end up self projecting so if anyone has any ideas, I am begging you, please tell me !!!
My other Sirius black one is one I’ve been working on for like the last 4 years of my life and I probably should write it but who knows, but basically it’s a 10 things I hate about you x Harry Potter story where reader is about a year or so older than the marauders and she is like Kat Stratford (for people who haven’t watched it the best way to describe her is just an angry early 2000s feminist who is like anti dating and fun (kinda)) but she is Lily Evans sister!! And so Lily gets fed up of James constantly asking her out and makes an offhand comment that she’ll date him when her sister goes on a date with someone and James is like really?!? And Lily is like ‘sure’ because she knows her sister will never date anyone at Hogwarts so James tells the marauders and Remus is like ‘if anyone can take her on a date, it’s Sirius’ and Sirius is like ‘no, I’m stupid but not that stupid’ and James is like ‘please I’ll pay you’ and Sirius is easily bribed so he tries to get her to go on a date with him and like she doesn’t until she does and then finds out he only did it because James paid him but then they fall in love? Basically just 10 things I hate about you lol
My next one is with Draco Malfoy and all it is is that reader comes from a pure blood family and they’ve known each other since they were babies and it’s like basically destined they get married but she gets like really upset when he gets the mark which makes for a good cuddling and crying scene and like idk people are probably more creative than me but I just like reimagining scenes from hp but with this new character so like Poa when she gets angry at him about buckbeak or the bathroom scene (maybe she duels Harry?) and she’s so upset about Draco and comforts him, or helping him in sixth year and comforting him or the quidditch scene in the fifth book (weird note, but I’ve always headcannoned that my original character finds out about dumbledores army but doesn’t say anything and like the da knows she knows but she doesn’t tell Draco or maybe Draco finds out and gets angry at her?)
My other one is another Draco malfoy one where James and Lily live and she’s Harry’s younger sister (and Voldemort isn’t a thing) but like there’s still stereotypes and beliefs and such and like it’s obviously enemies to lovers and maybe they get prefect duties together ? (I am a sucker for this trope in Harry Potter) but then when they do date they try to hide it but Harry finds out but doesn’t say anything until they get into a fight at home and he is like ‘well at least I’m not fucking Draco malfoy behind everyone’s back) (in my head they aren’t fucking because they’re still in Hogwarts but you get the idea) and James and Lily are just like ‘WHAT?!’ Like idk I just think it’s funny imagining James and Lily finding out their kid is dating Draco and Lucius and narcissus finding out Draco is dating a potter - so many possibilities!
Update 6.10.21
I also have one for Charlie Weasley !! And basically you’re friends with the twins and like you go your whole Hogwarts life with the biggest crush on Charlie but like he low key doesn’t even know who you are and you want to become a healer and then after Hogwarts there is a position in Romania and you take it because you know Charlie’s there and at first he is like hmmm I think I know you and you explain you’re friends with the twins and obviously he falls in love with you I also took it in a nsfw direction where it’s like major innocence kink because Charlie is just such a dom to me and he like teaches you everything but he makes sure you’re happy and safe and it’s not really like serious sex you’re both just having fun and he kinda introduces you to dom/sub dynamics but you can do whatever is most comfortable
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tangledstarlight · 3 years
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is this any good? not really no. did i write it anyway because the thought wouldn’t leave me alone? yes, yes i did. anyway here have a juke playing pool fic that drunk me demanded idk
Julie let’s half her weight rest against the pool cue as she wraps her fingers around the top and leans slightly forward from her place sitting on a stool, legs swinging and cheek against her wrist, and keeping her eyes on how Flynn is leaning over the table. 
Her friend makes the whole thing look easy. Bending slightly, use one hand to rest the pool cue on and the other to push it forward. Yet every time it came to Julies go the stick felt awkward in her hands and she could never quite get enough power into her push. She watches as Flynn picks her target and knocks the white ball into a cluster of the coloured ones, her mouth screwing to the side as none of them go in, just loiter near the holes. 
“I’m going to go pee,” Flynn sighs dramatically as she walks over to the table they’ve claimed next to the pool tables, their bags and drinks littering the surface showing just how long they’ve been in the bar. What had started as a quick drink after work had quickly turned into bitching about life and people and a series of truly awful dates and one night stands. Which had turned into Flynn saying they should play pool and Julie reluctantly agreeing. 
“If you take a few practice shots while I’m gone I won’t comment,” she grins, leaning the pool cue against one of the chairs as she breezes past Julie, just out of reach of her swatting hand. 
“Ha ha!” She mocks, eyes slightly squinted as she tries to keep the grin off her face as Flynn turns around to blow her a kiss before vanishing into a small crowd that’s gathered in the hours they’ve been there. 
Turning back to the pool table Julie lets out a sigh as she looks at the white ball and the where it is in relation to any of the stripped ones and wonders if maybe she could just push one or two in and claim it was a fluke of luck. Lifting her pool cue up Julie pushes off the stool, feet hitting the floor with dull thud and she shakes out her skirt a little before moving towards the table, head tilted slightly as she tries to plan her attack without cheating. 
Eventually she just decides to go for it. Planning and overthinking hasn’t been helping her so far after all, in fact she’s often been accused of overthinking things. So she picks a side, takes up the stance Flynn favoured and bit her lip in concentration. Her hips rest against the edge of the table as she bends at the waist, one end of cue resting between her thumb and pointer finger and blows out a breath as she pushes it forwards. 
“Fuck,” she hisses, watching as the white ball rolls forward a few inches, clinking lightly against 2 others before settling. None of the balls have really moved at all. 
“You’re uh— You should try not standing so close to the table,“ a voice says from just a little behind her and to the right, and he’s rubbing a hand at the back of his neck as Julie spins around to look at him, her back against the table. Whatever response she had died on her lips as she looked up at him, the black jeans and cut off band tee and the messy hair that’s curling slightly around his ears. 
Julie had seen him come in earlier — it was hard to miss him when he looked like that and had a laugh that echoed across a music filled room — with two other guys. He’s by himself now though, standing a little away from her, rocking slightly on his feet as he looks at her, eyes open and honest. Waiting for her response probably. 
“Oh,” is all Julie manages to get out, and maybe it’s the drinks she’s had or the bad day at work followed by Flynn’s pep talk or maybe she just wants to win at something tonight, but she suddenly feels a little daring as she looks up at this cute guy and chews her bottom lip slightly. 
“Like this?” She asks as she shuffles back a little from the table and turns around so she’s facing it again, putting space between her hips and the edge and looking at him over her shoulder. 
His eyes seem to follow the curve of her body quickly before jumping back to her face, and there’s a slight blush on his cheeks but it’s hard to focus on that as his lips curl up on one side in a way that makes Julie shiver a little. 
“Yeah, and you need to hold the cue further back,” he nods at her hand and then raises an eyebrow at her, hand dropping away from his neck to gesture at her, “Can I?” 
Julie knows she should have probably at least hesitated a moment before grinning at him and nodding once. Which is apparently all the consent he needs because then he’s standing next to her and Julie can see the way his teeth are biting into his bottom lip as he carefully manoeuvres her fingers further down the pool cue, can smell the deodorant he uses mixed with the beer he’s been drinking, can see the stubble on along his jaw and the wonders what it would feel like against her skin. She knows she is staring at him, but she can’t quite bring herself to stop. 
“Try again now,” he says, and Julie startles, realising she’s been caught staring and he knows it if the low laugh he lets out if anything to go by. Pulling her eyes away from his — unfairly handsome — face, she looks back to the pool balls that she can’t seem to move no matter how hard she tries. 
This time, with her hips away from the table and her hand a lot lower down on the cue, when she pushes the tip toward the white ball it shoots forward, knocking several around the table with it and clearing itselfs a path straight into a hole. 
“Shitting hell,” she groans and it’s only the man's laugh moving around the table that stops her from letting her head fall against the felt top. Instead she pouts and glares half-heartedly at him, “Are you laughing at a stranger's struggles? That’s low.”
“I’d never laugh at a stranger's struggles,” he says and Julie watches as he plucks the white ball out of the hole and places it carefully back on the table before moving back around it towards her, holding out a hand to her with a softer smile than before, “I’m Luke.”
She blinks at his hand for a moment before gently putting her free one in it, eyebrows raised as she says, “Julie.”
“Now we’re not strangers,” Luke grins, and it brightens up his whole face in a way that makes Julie smile back. “Want to try again?”
Julie blows out a breath and nods, she really wants to get at least one of the correct balls in. 
“Okay, let me just—“ he takes the hand he’s still holding and gently turns her back towards the table before letting go. Julie doesn’t even have a chance to miss the feeling of his fingers around hers before he’s picking her hand up again to position it on the pool cue and using his other to rest lightly on her hip, pulling them away and sending shivers down her spine. Julies suddenly very glad that her hair is tied back when Lukes chin hooks over her shoulder and she can feel his breath against her cheek. 
“Don’t think so much about angles and stuff. Just hit it hard.” 
She doesn’t really think that’s professional pool advice, but Julie is also too wrapped up in the feeling of him solid and warm wrapped around her to do anything but follow his advice. 
If she stopped to think about it she’d have probably realised that Luke had lined her up a perfect and easy shot when he’d put the white ball back on the table, but she hadn’t really stopped to think at all since he’d shown up. And when the white ball knocks into the striped blue one and sends it flying into the hole she doesn’t stop to think either. 
Just lets the pool cue drop from her fingers with a clatter and spin around to throw her arms around Luke’s neck. 
Instinct seems to take over as his arms wrap around her waist, and hers move from his neck to his cheeks and suddenly she’s pushing her lips against his. It’s a quick kiss, a peck against the lips before pulling back to look at him with wide eyes, thoughts and worries crashing back into her head only to be silenced again as Luke grins and leans forward to catch her lips again, pushing her back against the edge of the table until she has to jump to sit on the edge, Luke using the slight change to his advantage and deepen the kiss. 
Julie doesn’t win a game of pool that night, but she does make out with Luke against the table for five minutes before Flynn interrupts by with a whistle that has the two of them breaking apart, panting and flushed and slightly hazy eyed to see her standing flanked by two guys who are shaking their heads with mock disapproval. 
“I got one in,” Julie says innocently once she catches her breath and Luke helps her off the table, his hands detangling themselves –– one from her hair and one from the knot in her t-shirt –– to wrap one arm around her shoulders and tugging her against his side. Flynn’s brows shoot up her forehead and Julie decides to blame to flush in her cheeks on the lights and the heat rolling off of the body stood next to her. Thankfully Flynn doesn’t comment, just purses her lips as she nods once and Julie knows she’ll be getting an earful later. 
Which is fine, because she’ll be happy to recount everything later. Especially when an hour later as they’re all leaving the bar Luke slips his number scrawled on a beer mat into her hand and presses a quick and gentle kiss to her cheek. 
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kingandfireheart · 3 years
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Jurdan Fluff Headcanons/ fic ideas I'm too lazy to write out
Too much fluff is about these idiots having babies even though they are literal teenagers, so here are some non-children or wump related moments I would love to read/write
if anyone wants to write these go ahead, just tag me (not because I want credit, but because I want to read it)
Cardan has the dress from the original coronation remade and Jude wears it to her coronation. She still takes his breath away in the new version of the dress, which she saves forever Maybe they used the scrap fabric to tie Cardan up in a different way
At some point they talk about Locke and Dain's coronation, She tells him, "Taryn may have left that coronation with her future husband, but I left it with my king"
Also Jude finally unpacks the "I loved him" and "Sometimes I believe you did" and Jude tells him how she's only ever loved Cardan, how Locke was fun, but she never wanted him the ways he wanted Cardan
Jude getting Cardan a wedding band, and Cardan taking off all of the other rings on his left hand at night except that one. Eventual discussion about how their marriage vows are bound to the crown, and an updated version that reflects their feelings
Taryn, Vivi, and Heather make Cardan a "How to care for a human" guide with a first aid kit, human medicine, information about Jude's favorite foods, and how to take care of Jude when she's sick or on her period, generally things a 19-year old faerie boy would not understand
Vivi regularly brings mortal wine to faerie so Jude can drink with Cardan without hallucinating , Drunk Jude is affectionate as hell, and Cardan is amused.
Jude and Cardan eventually outlaw ensorcelling humans, to the disdain of many of the Folk. They generally make Faerie much safer for humans. Maybe even find someone to get them cell service/electricity/phones
Cardan offers Taryn a similar geas to Jude's so she can't be glamoured or controlled, the condition being that she never impersonate Jude without his or Jude's consent
"You're Mine" "I'm Yours" because SJM has made that a requirement in love stories
Jude and Cardan go to the mortal world and someone comments on how they are too young to be married. Cardan starts to tense but Jude just shrugs and says, "I knew I couldn't be happy with anyone else, so what was the point in waiting?"
Taryn and Vivi make Jude tell them everything about her and Cardan getting together, but Cardan serves as the fact-checker since he can't lie, they both learn a lot about how the other felt
Jude tells Cardan about Valerian and Locke trying to kill her and what happened in the Undersea. Cardan is more angry than she's ever seen him.
Jude tracing the scars on Cardan's back, and telling her how she saw what Balekin did to him
Lots of Jude wearing Cardan's clothes and sitting in Cardan's lap in the comfort of their chambers, and lots of Cardan being caught off guard by vulnerable! Jude (seriously half of my fic ideas have her sitting in his lap idk why)
Jude getting a snake tattoo up her leg as a reminder of serpent days, the tattoo wraps around the same way Cardan's tail does.
Jude, Taryn, Vivi, and Oak talking about what to do about Madoc and Oriana, fun sibling times.
The Palace servants learning to make human dishes and things for their queen, Cardan being enchanted by chocolate chip cookies
Lots of them getting ready together, coordinating outfits, Cardan helping her with makeup, weaving flowers into her hair, etc
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delilah705 · 2 months
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Omg, the monster lover/fucker side of me will be feasting then!!! I can't wait to see your future monster au fics 🤤🤤🤤
I respect all non-monsterfuckers and no hate to them but when I find a fellow monsterfucker it's an immediate 🤝🏼🫂 (like,,, new alliance formed lol)
《I'm always a bit wary at first letting others know since it's so conterviseral for some reason(?) and I honestly don't want to deal with all that drama, idk I try to keep it on the down low until I meet others with similar interests then it's like the gates have opened》
Potentially more species lore??? Yes please 🙏🏼 I loooove the lore that authors have for their creature fics!!!! As much as I'm a fandom girly I'm also a science girly and go a little feral over the tidbits of lore/info authors drop. Just note as soon as those fics drop I'm going to be at the dinner table waiting for that 5 star meal 🍽✨
Fyi in no way am I trying to sound pushy/shovey with the release of these fics and sorry if I come off that way??? I'm just excited talking about them, as a fellow writer I have a million wips and write at the pace of a snail so I hardly publish any fics. I promise I'm a good girl and can wait patiently  😩🐾🐕 
X3 Ah! I can't wait to share them! ASdgjp- It's so hard because I have so many unfinished WIPs that my indecisive butt can't decide which one I want to put my current time and effort into. TToTT I usually end up just working on a bunch of em' at once and have like, a variety of unfinished works with various degrees of being finished lmao. I'm kinda super nervous about sharing a few of them because they're... Very self-indulgent?? But the other half of me is like, "Eh, surely someone out there will enjoy this right??" I mean, I posted that Shunack fic and while it's only got 6 kudos, I got this super amazing comment that I totally need to respond to, but it made me so happy that someone out there was super stoked to have a fic to read for him.
Oh, same! XD Monsterfuckers unite! You're valid if you don't like monsters romantically, but I'm like, an opportunist. I see a character I think is hot or one with an interesting personality that isn't human and I just am very likely to immediately look up fanfiction. I'm a furry/scalie, monsterfucker, alienfucker, ghostfucker, robotfucker, etc. and I'm personally fascinated by all the folklore, myths, and fictional creatures in movies and comics and stuff. One of my first awakenings to 'Oh shit I like monsters' was the Lizalfos from the N64 Ocarina of Time (there was also a cheat booklet with a very detailed buffer version of them) and the Zora which I thought were super pretty.
Oh, yes! DX Here recently especially I've been seeing controversy around monsterfucking, particularly with a language barrier (which made me a little nervous to post Carry On, but... If The Shape of Water can prevail, so can I!). Particularly, I've been seeing drama around a game I've never really played lately called Baldur's Gate 3? Apparently there's a scene where one of the characters can turn into a bear and partake in sex in that form or something?? Which, while Venom was (and is) still rather popular on here, I'd always see people going, "You'd fuck that?!?" on posts about him and while I haven't actually seen it myself, I heard someone talking about someone having 'monsterfuckers dni' on their blog, so it's very valid to kind of be wary, especially on this website where doxxing and death threats seem abound as of late in the circles I'm in. DX And I mean, hell! People have been making a fuss over vampire x human and that's pretty tame in my books! And I'll be frank, teenage me was part of the human teenager x 100 year old vampire group. <.< No regrets. Had fun. Still having fun with my personal vampire boy band original story I started up in high school. It honestly makes me a little scared to post some of my fics or post at all on here, but thankfully, so far, everyone who has interacted with me has been super nice. :) And I just block people whose dni criteria I fall into. But I'm always down to talk about monster and alien fucking and the like. >:3
XD Okay, okay, so it's mostly just like, dietary and custom stuff. Their species are omnivores and will eat anything from certain herbs to berries to nuts and fruits to all kinds of meat and fish. They can even use certain herbs for healing wounds and make wrap dressings! Their species is also largely monogamous, choosing mostly to mate for life. It is often deeply frowned upon to pursue an already mated male or female, and often the one being pursued will have none of it and attack the one trying to court them. There have even been cases where their mate has attacked their suitor out of jealousy and killed them. And in the event their mate is killed by their suitor, they will often reject them and fight them to the death as a couple if they don't heed the 'fuck off' warnings either or both of them give. It is the male's job to woo the female to the best of his ability with gifts and shows of strength as it is her job to pick the best suited spot for her nest and build it for her future family, but even if the male runs off all the other males in the area of an unmated female, she can still reject him based on her personal preferences. Like in humans, different females value different things, and while strength and the ability to provide often wins out, she may choose a weaker mate whom she will take it upon herself to defend from threats stronger than him or choose based on how the male presents himself rather than what he can provide. The chicks will go out on their own once they hit a certain age, and some females may choose to nest closer to their parents while others will travel long distances to find a place that suits them. The females are often in better shape if they're not fighting tooth and nail over territory with other females since the males often get into vicious fights in attempts to woo a female, be it trying to show off his strength or run the other male away so that he has better chances, and depending on the male, some won't back down until only one of them is left alive. :o How would you like me to drop a note? What fics would you be interested in seeing?
XD You don't, don't worry! I don't feel pressured at all! I'm just excited to post them now, is all. XD And a little frustrated that I can't focus on just one rn, but that's a personal issue that's quite frequent as I have many, many WIPs for a variety of fandoms. I'm trying to steadily work my way through but aaaa- It seems I finish one idea and get five new ones. I honestly get excited talking about fics too, I won't lie! X3 :O You're a writer too!?! Yooo! That's awesome! :D What kinds of fics do you write? But omg. I feel that a million WIPs and slow writing pace. TToTT Some days that writing just doesn't flow, even if I really do want to work on something.
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waithyuck · 4 years
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best friends give each other head (?)
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pairing: lee donghyuck/haechan x reader (f)
genre: smut and there’s barely a plot lmao, no backstory no nothin
word count: 3.4k
warnings: female reader, oral sex (m & f receiving), swearing/explicit language, unprotected sex, best friend!hyuck, best friends to ???? idk man, hyuck is soft but also cocky so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, also ig dom!hyuck sorry for all you sub!hyuck enthusiasts out there I’ll write one for ya eventually
a/n: Ik this trope has been done a lot but this is for raya ( @gohyuck ) bc we’re both thirsty hoes,,,,,also I’ve never actually ever sucked a dick so like sorry for any inaccuracies 😬 I was excited ab this so it isn’t proof read sorry in advance lmao
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“would you teach me how to suck a dick if I gave you 20 bucks?” you blurted out, your face already feeling hot as you stood at the kitchen counter with your best friend, lee donghyuck. he immediately froze, his hands completely ceasing as he slowly lowers the knife he was using to spread cream cheese on his bagel. you bit your lip anxiously, taking a small step back when his head ever so slowly turned in your direction, his eyes meeting your gaze.
“you–I–what??” he questioned exasperated, a dusty pink hue gracing his cheeks as his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. you both stared at each other, his mouth agape as you tried to calm your racing heart enough so that you could speak.
“look, I’ve never sucked a dick before and I want to learn—“
“you want to suck my dick?” he cut you off, dropping the knife onto the counter with a loud clatter. he looked at you like you were insane, which didn’t help your already unconfident demeanor. you sighed, your hand going up to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.
“No–well yes, I guess.” you pondered over the idea, “I just want to learn in case future adventures with dudes come into play!” you tried to explain, your arms now wildly gesticulating in the air giving away how nervous you actually were. that, and how your voice was coming out extra pitchy and how your words jumbled together as you spoke too quickly gave him insight into how you actually felt in the moment.
he stepped a little closer to you, his eyes narrowing and looking at you up and down in a scrutinizing way. you gulped as he watched you, your hands wringing together. he hummed deeply, the noise coming from within his chest making your legs instinctively squeeze together. you cursed yourself in that moment, screaming at yourself internally for finding your best friend attractive.
“so you’ve really never given anyone a blowjob?” hyuck asked, his head tilting to the side causing his hair to fall over his eyes. “that’s kinda surprising.”
your eyes widened, your cheeks on fire as your jaw dropped to the floor. “I mean,” he continued, his hand coming up to press his thumb against your bottom lip, trailing it across the flesh as you screamed internally. “you’re so pretty, I assumed guys were just dying to shove their cocks down your throat.” he chuckled to himself at the way you were reacting, taking pride in how much you were affected by the smallest touches.
you stood there shocked for a second, allowing his touch to poison your mind. after a minute you finally snapped yourself out of it, shoving his arm away from you and then pushing his shoulders back in anger.
“stop fucking with me, lee donghyuck.” you seethed, embarrassed and agitated. “just say no if you don’t want to.” you rolled your eyes at him and made your way to step around him to leave and hide in your room, but before you could get far his hand caught your waist and pulled you back.
“I’m not saying no,” he murmured lowly, his arms wrapping fully around you and pulling your back to rest up against his front. “it’s not everyday that my beautiful best friend offers to suck me off.”
your hand clutched his forearm shakily as he whispered in your ear, his words barely registering in your brain. nerves were flowing through your veins, causing your fingers to feel cold and your bones to chill. you didn’t reply, as you didn’t trust you voice to come out as steady as you would like. he obviously caught on to your nervousness, laughing lowly in your ear.
“what happened to all that confidence you had, y/n?” he teased, kissing the skin right below your ear. “is a couple of lewd words all it takes to get you flustered?”
you sputtered at his words, failing to find the right things to say in reply. what were you even supposed to say to that anyway? if you lied and told him no, he would definitely call your bluff, as it was pretty obvious how much you were affected. if you told him yes, you would probably feel further embarrassed and just want to dive down into a deep hole and never come back out.
you stared blankly down at the floor below you, your lip trembling as you let your tongue out to trail across them. hyuck suddenly let go of you, moving away and walking out of the kitchen to situate himself on the sofa located in the living room. you absentmindedly followed him, your feet shuffling slowly to a stop as you watched him from the doorway. he sat down heavily, spreading his long legs wide. the gray sweatpants he wore had you practically drooling, and you brought a hand up to your lips just to make sure you weren’t.
he turned his head to look at you, hid eyes hooded and he lazily pointed to the spot on the floor between his legs.
“come here.” he demanded, the deep tone of his voice causing your knees to weaken. you hobbled over to him on shaky legs, reaching your destination and lowering yourself to your knees between his thighs. he watched your every move like a predator, a look you have never seen in the years you have been friends with donghyuck. you shivered, a tingly pleasurable feeling running up your spine caused by his hungry and wandering eyes.
when your knees finally touched the carpeted floor, hyuck leaned forward, his fingers gently capturing your chin and forcing you to look at him. his eyes bore into yours before you watched them trail down your face to settle on your slightly parted lips. you watched him with doe eyes, looking innocent while in such a compromised position.
“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this, y/n?” he asked you sincerely, his eyes never leaving your lips. you only nodded before breaking out of his hold, leaning up to grip the band of his sweatpants. he allowed you to pull them down and off of him, his body leaning back and his hips lifting up to make it easier for you.
you were surprised to see that he had no boxers on, the heat inside you ever growing at the sight of his pretty cock. he smirked down at you, his hand reaching down to stroke himself for you.
“w-wait, I wanna do it,” you stuttered, your hands moving to slap his own away. he hummed at you, watching as your fingers wrapped around him and began shyly working him up and down. hyuck cursed at the feeling of your warm hand around him, causing your confidence to build. you rubbed him a little faster, your grip growing a little tighter as you went on, his low groans spurring you on.
in no time at all he was completely hard, his cock standing proud in your hold. your mouth watered at the sight, and you wanted to dive in as soon as possible. you licked your lips anxiously, looking up at him for further instructions. he smiled down at you, his hand coming to rest on the top of your head. “Relax” he murmured, “just put your mouth on it and go with the flow.”
“wow hyuck, you’re such a great teacher.” you commented sarcastically, rolling your eyes. you weren’t expecting his hand to move down to lightly slap your cheek, and you squeaked at the suddenness of it.
“better check that attitude, baby,” his hand went back to your head, this time guiding you toward his dick with slight force. “you asked for this, remember?” you let your lips brush against his head, trying to think of everything you’ve read about blowjobs in the past. “I never said i was a good teacher.” after that comment he finally shut up, allowing you to collect your thoughts and press soft kisses up and down his length.
you didn’t tease for too long, recalling something you read about some people not liking it very much, and finally started suckling on the head of his cock. his head fell back against the couch, his hair splaying out every which way beautifully behind him.
you looked up at him, his eyes hooded as they peered down at you, your mouth finally opening to take in his cock, carefully, you made sure not to use your teeth, and you took as much as you could into your mouth, only stopping when your throat protested. your throat constricted slightly and his hips bucked into your mouth, causing his cockhead to ram itself down your throat and you gagged violently. you pulled back a little, tears springing to your eyes as your throat burned, your sputtering causing hyuck to pull you off of him completely.
‘fuck, I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, his thumb coming up to wipe your stray tears away. you tried to ignore the name he called you, but you felt your heart jump not matter how hard you tried to will it not to. drool was already running down your chin and you were sure you looked pathetic sitting there on your knees in front of him, not being able to take his cock. “are you okay?”
you nodded, just then noticing the sudden ache in your core. it wasn’t there until he rammed his cock into your throat, which made you slightly nervous at the insinuation that you enjoyed choking on him.
he gently stroked your cheek, watching you carefully as you got your breathing back to normal. determined, you fixed your posture and pushed his hand off your face, moving to take his dick into your mouth once again. he didn’t stop you, allowing you to take him into your throat. you made sure you relaxed your muscles this time, breathing evenly through your nose as you began to bob your head. you felt the sudden presence of both of his hands finding your head, lightly caressing you as you blew him. from the sounds you could hear coming from deep within his chest, you could infer that you were doing a pretty good job so far.
“oh god, so good baby,” he moaned out, spurring you on to go a little faster and take him a litter deeper. “fuck! are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he questioned, his voice coming out breathy as he whined in pleasure. you just kept looking at him, your eyes glassy with tears as you forced him down your throat, being careful not to gag around the thickness of him.
he kept whining, his voice raising a few octaves when you experimentally kneaded his balls, and before you could go any further he shoved your head away, his cock falling from your mouth and causing a mess of spit to spill past your lips. looking up at him with a curious look, you wiped your mouth with the back of you hand.
“what the hell? I wanna make you cum!” you whined, embarrassed at the sound of your own confession. he was breathing heavily, his cock angry and flushed red, desperate to cum.
“I wanna taste you first,” he blurted, his hands already reaching to grip your arms and pull you up off of your knees. he shifted so that you could lay on your back on the cushions, and he pushed you down almost aggressively. you yelped, but didn’t fight him as he laid you down the way he wanted to. “...please?”
and how could you say no to him when he asked so very nicely? you let a small “okay” slip out of your mouth, your arms coming up to cover your face as he worked on getting your shorts and panties off. you peeked to see that he was now completely naked, his shirt discarded somewhere across the room.
donghyuck spread you thighs apart and was pleasantly surprised to see how wet you were already, smirking to himself at how much you were affected when you were sucking his cock. you whimpered embarrassingly as he stared at your soaked pussy, hunger present in his eyes as he licked his lips. he hands pinned your thighs down as he dove in earnestly, not wasting any time.
his tongue dipped into your hole before licking a stripe up your slit, brushing along your clit and causing your stomach muscles to spasm. he worked your clit with his mouth, licking and sucking like it was his job.
you squirmed in his hold, your little noises of pleasure reaching his ears and egging him on, determined to make you cum as hard as you could.
your hands flew to his long light brown locks, fisting them and tugging when he nipped your sensitive bud. he groaned at the painful pleasure caused by your pulling, his cock twitching in response. you were biting your lip, definitely causing permanent indentations with how hard you were holding it between your teeth. you couldn’t hold back your sounds, loud moans filling the air as his ministrations brought you closer and closer to release. you never thought about it before, but you never would have guessed hyuck was this good at eating pussy.
he slowly inserted two fingers into your core, causing your walls to experimentally clench. you practically yelled out at the added sensation of being filled, your sounds turning into pleas.
“please hyuck,” you whimpered, pulling his hair to lift his head to look at you, his eyes finding yours while his tongue laid flat on your clit. “please fuck me, please,” you were almost crying at this point, desperately wanting to be filled by the same cock you had been blowing not too long ago. you felt pitiful, begging to be fucked liked this by your best friend, but you were too far gone to stop now, and in too deep to care.
within seconds he sped up his fingers, sucking even harder on your clit as you thrashed below him. you couldn’t even collect yourself before your orgasm hit, rippling in waves as you clenched around his sopping fingers. he continued to eat you out as you rode your orgasm, only stopping when you tugged on his hair again.
he pulled his head back, his fingers slipping out of you. he brought said fingers to his mouth, lewdly sucking your juices off of them as he maintained eye contact with you.
“get up,” he demanded, pulling your body from the couch and helping you gain your balance on your noticeably trembling legs. you whined, your brain still foggy from the orgasm he gave you with his mouth. he softly shushed you, helping you to the end of the couch before he pressed you down to bend over the arm of it. you yelped in surprise, but nonetheless let your body become pliant as he positioned your body the way he wanted.
“It's okay baby,” he mouthed against the back of your neck, his chest hovering over your back now. “ i'm gonna give you my cock.” he spoke softly, running his hands up and down your sides in an attempt to calm you as you squirmed aimlessly, desperate for him to fill you up.
you absentmindedly wigged your hips against him, your behind brushing against his extremely hard and dripping cock. he groaned at the friction, sinking his teeth ever so slightly into your skin. he pulled himself up, and before you could complain at the loss of his warmth, you felt his hand come down on your ass. you squealed and heard him laugh as he kneaded the flesh, soothing the pain.
“you want it so bad, don't you, y/n?” they way he said your name was sinful, and the most you could do was frantically nod and whine out several slurred versions of the word ‘yes’. he didn’t make you wait much longer, and you sighed happily once you felt the blunt head of his cock push and pull through your folds, effectively being covered in your excessive wetness.
he swiftly entered you, giving you absolutely no time to get accustomed to his size before he started drilling into you, his hips slapping obscenely against your ass with each harsh thrust. your voice cried out gutterly with each movement he made, your throat feeling raw from the way you were screaming. your walls were sensitive from your previous orgasm, which made the scrape of his dick against them painfully pleasurable. It was almost too much, but you took every inch of him like a good girl just like he wanted.
his hands were gripping your hips, pulling your body back onto his cock with every drive of it inside you. the blunt edges of his nails were piercing your skin, for sure causing you to bleed. you were definitely too far gone now to care; your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as drool dripped down your bottom lip.
the two of you didn’t say much to each other, but you were very far from being silent. mixed with your airy cries were his deeper grunts and moans, and with every one that reached your ears your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing his noises to come out even louder for your listening pleasure.
he suddenly bent forward, his chest coming down to rest against your back once again as he slowed down and grinded his cock into you. he was so deep inside you, the tip of him was brushing against that sweet spot, making your walls flutter around him happily.
he nudged his head against the side of yours, his lips coming down to kiss your cheek sweetly, a complete contrast to the way he was fucking you mere seconds ago. you weakly opened your eyes to look at him, your eyes moving all the way to the side to meet his own. hyuck groaned as your pussy clenched once more around him, looking directly into your watery eyes as his soft breath hit your face. surprising yourself, you desperately leaned forward and took his lips against yours, kissing him passionately as his cock still worked inside you. as he kissed you back, you felt his fingers slide to your clit, your body jumping in his hold as he began playing with the sensitive nub. his tongue invaded your mouth first, toying with your own playfully before pulling away entirely, leaving you wanting more.
he was getting close, you could tell. his hips pinned yours against the couch with each powerful grind. he positioned his arms on either side of you, using the leverage to thrust into you once again. your clit was abandoned, but the way he pounded you still had your orgasm dancing on the edge of breaking. his thrusts became sloppy and aggressive, his breathing ragged and small whines leaving him as he worked hard to chase his release. you squeaked at the sensation, and before you knew it you were being thrown over the edge for the second time.
the white, hot pleasure enveloped your entire body, your mind going numb as your pussy spasmed hard, causing donghyuck to seize up on top of you and spill his scorching cum inside you. you barely registered the feeling of his cum splattering against your walls, flowing deep. as you came down from your high, your body felt weak and your chest heaved from the effort of the orgasm you experienced. hyuck collapsed against your back, effectively crushing you against the arm of the couch. you grumbled underneath him, squirming but then immediately regretted it as it caused his cock to move against your sensitive walls. to make matters worse, his hips involuntarily bucked into you, causing you to hiss at the overstimulation and you heard him yelp as well.
hyuck gently kissed your shoulder before pulling out of you, his cum almost immediately following, dripping down onto your already soaked thighs. he helped you clean yourself up and was kind enough not to laugh as you limped to sit comfortably on the cushions of the sofa. He joined you, and you both sat together, breathing softly in each other’s company.
“so uh,” hyuck started, his eyes looking over at you and trying not to admire the way you were glowing in the soft light of the room. “do i still get that 20 bucks or…?”
he didn't have enough time to escape before you leaned over and started whacking his shoulder, his giggles sounding off loudly across the room. donghyuck may not have gotten $20 from you, but he was sure he would get to have you and call you his from now on.
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theyarebothgunshot · 3 years
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I’d be very interested in your thoughts on the JIB8 cockles panel. just a suggestion for your rewatch 👀
i’ve seen the jib8 panel so many times, because it’s honestly one of the wildest things i have ever seen and i just never get tired of it. 
first of all i want to give you my take on the overall vibe, and then second of all i will get into the details and link to certain timestamps in the video. 
disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.
fun fact: i was today years old when i found out that the airbnb story took place one day before this panel. what a sexually charged weekend that was for them dude (gn).
the vibe that i get from this panel is that their moods were off before they got on stage, and where misha kind of looks tired and not 100% enthusiastic about things, jensen apparently decided to get drunk and is trying to make it look like he is thriving. yet, a little while into the panel we learn that it has been an emotional rollercoaster of a day for him, which might have something to do with the overall mood. then again, it could be that something else happened in between the autographs and that panel, who is to say?
i have talked about the d/s subtones in their interactions before and this panel makes my radar ping like nobody’s business. if my interpretation of their dynamics is right, then one could assume that jensen was being very bratty on purpose, trying to stir up a reaction in misha, and i think he probably got what he wanted (more or less. maybe he thought misha would find it more amusing than he did, or but honestly, at that point they have already known each other for nearly 10 years so odds are he knew what he was doing and how misha would react to it. it would surprise me greatly if these two didn’t work out their mutual frustrations with the day and each other after this panel ended- in the bedroom.)
i genuinely think i have never seen jensen flirt more openly and aggressively with misha, ever, and i have never seen misha in the state he was in during this panel either: tired, a little annoyed about the fact that jensen was going off the deep end and that he was not able to stop him, to the point where he just gives up and says things like ‘when in rome’ etc. let’s get into it. 
the mood is set from the very first second: misha is kinda subdued, and jensen is being a bit of a clown, coaxing misha to join him in the madness, which he does to a certain extent. 
we are off to a great start with not just one [0m15s], but two [0m20s] moments in which i just know in my bones they wanted to hold hands. how do i know? because i have been there my fucking self. wanting to hold hands with your crush when you are drunk and acting silly is a love language okay.
as soon as they sit down, misha tries to make conversation and jensen just starts pushing him and pushing him, [1m11s] saying ‘shut up’ and ‘yeah it’s really stupid and it embarrasses me’, but misha tries to ignore it at first and just marches on through. which is probably why i never see people talk about that little comment. it embarrasses jensen when misha sits like that? why would he need to feel embarrassed by his friend’s actions? kinda weird tbh, sounds like husband behavior to me. i have a feeling that when misha said ‘by which he means it’s an innie’, jensen REALLY had to bite on his tongue not to go all ‘you weren’t complaining this morning’ or something like that. look at his face bro [1m55s]. 
and then jensen opens up his legs like the little tramp (affectionate) that he is and when misha tries to stop him he just TURNS to misha with said open legs like a mad man and goes ‘here’s the thing. pick a leg.’ [2m05s] LIKE? who DOES THAT? that is insane people behavior!!! admittedly i am a cis woman and i don’t have conversations with male friends about their bodily anatomy all that often, but i legit cannot phatom that this is a normal thing to talk about with your platonic buddy. pick a leg for me to rest my dick on, old buddy old pal. NOBODY DOES THAT. it’s not even something that i would consider flirting because even though i am into men, i would not find that arousing? so it’s either an action to provoke annoyance in misha or it’s something they have discussed before or both. because misha immediately understands what he means, starts shaking his head in frustration, and actually turns to jensen as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me right now? really? you are really doing this?’ followed by a ‘this is making me feel so uncomfortable’ aka one of the phrases they both like to use even though they never mean it. 
then when jensen actually goes up to do his ridiculous mating dance and sits back down again, he automatically sits down with his body turned towards misha. 
quick side note: if anybody understands what the joke was about when they talked about ‘cas has big dolls’ i would love to hear it, because that has never made any sense to me, but it’s probably a me problem lmao. 
when misha goes ‘could you watch your language please’ i think that’s a sign that he is genuinely getting a bit frustrated [4m53s] with jensen even though he is obviously playing it off as a joke. right after he says that, jensen puts his fingers against his mouth, as if to shut himself up. i know that a lot of people don’t wanna read too much into body language but hey, i am writing an analysis here so work with me for a sec: i think that could be a subconscious decision to listen to what misha is telling him to do, which ties into the d/s dynamics i’ve mentioned earlier. 
i know people always go crazy when misha goes ‘what did i tell him’ [5m19s] and jensen whispers in his ear. i personally think misha probably told him about the fact that they booked kansas the band, but it’s still pretty telling that that is how misha would react to the question if something he told him is public knowledge. evidently that goes to show that there is enough that misha tells jensen that cannot be shared with the public, which i thought is interesting. 
now that i am watching it again, the ‘j*red would have just said it’ comment kind of stumbles around in my brain asking me to dissect it. let’s just say that i wouldn’t be surprised if they were both thinking back on the many, many times that j*red put his foot in his mouth and made a suggestive comment about jensen and misha’s relationship. 
god i just cringed [6m14s] watching jensen interact with that first girl who asked a question and he just goes off on her about how twins are cool and misha is shaking his head lord oh lord and that is the minute daniella decides that hey maybe they need even more alcohol lmfaoooo it’s a lot. poor misha i genuinely feel bad for him.
and then he goes ‘real men have twins’ and looks at misha and misha is still not having it so he goes ‘it’s just a shirt’ like girl (gn) pleASE that’s husband behavior, yet again, why else would he feel the need to clarify it. ‘look babe don’t be mad or jealous i don’t mean anything by it, it’s just a shirt’ i hate him. 
i just know misha would have wanted to take the apple juice away from jensen lmao. 
one of the moments [9m35s] that always stands out to me is when they go ‘that’s why we don’t bring steven’ ‘that’s right, that’s why he’s not allowed’ idk how to explain it but the way that just flows out of them so naturally feels very coupley for some reason.
i think we can all agree that jensen’s reaction [12m22s] to misha’s ‘i always wear orange underwear’ story is completely fake, right? because there is no way he didn’t know that, and his reaction was very exaggerated. plus, the little gesture to make misha show his underwear? bitch, please. whipped. there was also exactly zero reason for him to come that close to misha in order to inspect the color of his underwear.
the one thing that i wonder about, though, is why misha didn’t know jensen was wearing the famous underbear briefs? but as i am writing this i realise that even if they slept in the same hotel room, there are obviously a few different possible reasons why misha didn’t know what underwear jensen was wearing that day: either jensen showered and changed in the bathroom, so by the time he faced misha again he was fully dressed, or misha had to leave their hotel room earlier than jensen, or jensen changed while misha showered, etc etc. 
in any case……. jensen dropping trou in the middle of this fucking panel? absolutely batshit insane, 10/10 thank you for your service nesnej. 
this [13m54s] is where shit really starts to hit the fan. jensen is OUT OF CONTROL. the long stares??? the ‘rawr’s??? ‘you didn’t even get the full picture’??? (sidenote i would love to know what misha whispered to him right after).
OKAY so. when the girl mentions j*red and jensen goes all Knowing What’s Up and says ‘oh he has had a rough time today. misha kept us up way too late last night. *glances at misha* rrrrrrr’ listen. the only reason i am not reading too much into this is because i do not believe they had a threesome with j*red but also the way he said it was very sus and my mind can’t help but wonder if they were disgustingly flirty and way too touchy feely in front of j*red whilst drunk and honestly that’s probably the case.
of course this is followed [15m15s] by the insane man saying ‘by the way they go down to here’??? and the potentially whispered ‘i’ll show you later’?????? sir i have a lot of questions. number one: how dare you? 
bless this next person for this question, because she starts her sentence with: ‘people who have been together for a long time…’ i actually already made a post about this once so i implore you all to read that because i still stand by what i said in there.
it is of course followed by them both not being able to think about ANYTHING appropriate to say to the question if there is anything they only do in front of each other that doesn’t involve pants. and then misha goes ‘why don’t i just share a private moment that we had’ and jensen’s first instinct is to say ‘shit’. i mean. i am merely perceiving. 
this is the moment we realise that it has been quite The Day for them, but especially for jensen, because he has been emotional earlier in the day. which, again, could explain his demeanor during the panel. trying to distract himself. notice that he gets up and shakes his legs again and goes for a drink the second misha starts to tell the story: coping mechanisms aka distraction, just like he did at the start of the panel. 
the moment where he goes ‘it’s hitting me now. shit.’ really solidifies this theory for me, that he has been acting like a goofy drunken guy all panel, in order to drown out the emotions he felt that afternoon, but alas. once he started to talk about it, it still all came back to him. 
i will say this though: it kind of warms my heart that he was so touched by the fact that the fandom spawned something good. makes me feel slightly less dumb for forming parasocial relationships with that man. only slightly, but still. 
misha going ‘god he’s so grouchy’ [25m32s]? say it with me, folks: husband behavior. once again misha tries to talk jensen down and jensen listens (sort of). say it with me, folks: d/s behavior. and RIGHT after that jensen walks towards misha with this intense fucking stare in his eyes that makes me feel like i am intruding, and then after he gets another drink (nesnej, why?) he just. gently massages misha’s neck and shoulder before draping his arm around him? and his hand lingers when he goes to grab the keychain? okay. 
insert the famous ‘when in rome’ debacle lmao misha was so done with jensen by then it’s so hilarious. the funny thing is that misha says ‘what i mean is show each other our underwear, nothing weird. you can’t look at me like that, because of what you did’, while the question was ‘what would dean and cas do in rome’ and not ‘what would jensen and misha do in rome’ but clearly, once again, the actors cannot make a distinction between the two. interesting :) it also wouldn’t surprise me if jensen has told him to tone down the dean/cas answers but now that jensen decided to fully flash him on stage misha is like ‘sorry but i am not playing by your rules after what you did’ lmao. of course, jensen’s reaction is to go back to parting his legs for misha, like he is challenging him. i mean. you can’t make this shit up. 
am i the only one who thinks that jensen might be thinking dirty thoughts when misha repeats ‘what would dean and cas do’ [27m50s]? because like. that’s quite a face he is making.
when he says ‘i don’t know how to answer that’ and misha agrees, idk, for some reason i get the feeling that that’s in the sense of ‘i don’t know how to answer that in a way that won’t get our fans’s hopes up because we know what they would want and we know what we would answer but we can’t go there’. 
i really feel like the final straw for daniella was the way that jensen reacted to that last question like he was gonna have another breakdown lmao and that’s why the rest of the cast and crew were pushed onto the stage prematurely. because when you think about it, it’s a pretty rude thing to do when somebody is still answering a question? but okay. 
listen - the last 6 minutes of this panel are so chaotic sdjfhsjh the only thing i can conclude from it is that jensen is hella drunk but we’ve been knew. his mood changes by the fucking second. i love him and his little dance and how he sits down on the stage. i feel like i might be jensen coded when i am drunk. i too get slutty and unpredictable. 
so anyways long story short: jensen was hella drunk and wanted to provoke misha, it worked, they had hot sweaty sex after this panel, and the fact that jensen got drunk enough to entrust misha with taking care of shit during the panel makes me very emotional for some reason, and i just love them a lot. thank you for coming to my ted talk. 
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gwynrielendgame · 3 years
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Gwyncien part 3
Idk if y’all will like this one as much. It’s kind of a filler but it took forever to write so I’m posting it anyways. I’ll tag people who have asked below.
Gwyn thought she might puke and it had nothing to do with Lucien's winnowing abilities. She never thought she would feel so nauseas especially after the blood rite. She supposes that the imminent fear of death had her more distracted from her typical anxieties. Now that she could focus on the fact that she was actually leaving Velaris, she felt sick. She grabbed onto Lucien harder and closed her eyes tightly. What felt like hours later, although it was truly only a minute or two, Lucien spoke.
"Welcome to the band of exiles." She opened her eyes to a surprisingly large castle. She was not sure what she expected, perhaps an abandoned cabin, but the building was spectacular and beautiful.
"Jurian and Vassa are excited to meet you." Lucien added as they continued to stand out front. It appeared that he would allow her to stand here for as long as she needed. She knew that if she demanded he take her right back he would. His words finally caught up with her brain that seemed to be running a mile a minute. Why would his closest friends be excited to meet her she thought. It made her anxious for the first time. Perhaps she mistook his friendly countenance for something less than it actually was. She would address it later. She began walking towards the door, mumbling under her breath.
"Let's get this over with."
"That's the spirit!" Lucien inserted much more enthusiasm than necessary into his tone. He grabbed her arm and laced it through his which had her feeling very grateful. Her knees were shaking as she walked and she knew he could tell. Gwyn felt the need to remind herself that he had a mate. She wondered if he would be desperate enough to make a move on her. A large, beautifully decorated foyer greeted them. Two very beautiful people stood in the middle of the white marble floor. Gwyn tightened her hold on Lucien when she saw the new male, stopping them mid-walk. She started her mind-stilling technique as the anxiety clawed at her chest and throat. She would eventually have to face men if she ever wanted to get her revenge. She could not allow a few measly physical reactions hold her back. She took one last deep breathe and then continued walking towards the couple. She spent less time analyzing the female, but from what she saw Gwyn knew she was beautiful. She also had red hair, however, Gwyn's hair was more of a copper/bronze red while Vassa had a deep maroon red. Gwyn kept her eye on Jurian though.
"You are making her nervous, standing there like two parents ready to scold their children." Lucien reprimanded his friends with a roll of his eyes. The female waved his comment off, completely ignoring him. Gwyn did not miss the look they shared, however.
"I am Vassa and this is Jurian." She gestured to the male next to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard so much about you." It unnerved Gwyn that the few interactions that she had with Lucien warranted Vassa knowing much about her. She did not think much on it as she continued to watch the beautiful male. He had hair cropped short to his head and a deep skin tone. His looks were not what had her distracted though. It was the weapons. Gwyn found it unnecessary for him to require weapons while meeting with her. Instead of exchanging pleasantries like socially integrated Fae would, she began her questioning.
"Why so many daggers?" She gave him a scathing look while cocking her head to the side. He would not manipulate her into believing anything but the truth and she wanted that to be conveyed in her facial expression. His eyebrows shot up into his hairline as if he were surprised.
"I could ask you the same question." He threw back at her with a smirk. It only infuriated her more. He could not tell she had daggers on her. She was wearing a cloak over her priestess robes with silver majesty strapped to her thigh. There was no possible way he could see the outline through her clothes. She narrowed her eyes and waited for him to respond. The staring contest was only broken when Lucien cleared his throat and Vassa nudged him.
"Fine." Jurian conceded with a smile. "Vassa is woefully bad at handling anything sharp, so I have taken on the role of her protecter while soon-to-be high lord is out and about." Both Vassa and Lucien seemed annoyed by his explanation. The anxiety began to loosen in her chest though. He was not completely trusted, but in this moment he would not attack.
"Gwyn." Is all she managed for an introduction. It seemed good enough for Lucien because he began leading her off to the side of the room towards a grand staircase.
"I will be showing Gwyneth her room and then we can talk." He threw over his shoulder. She held onto his arm all the way up the long staircase and through an even longer hallway. She laughed internally at the size of the mansion considering only three people resided here. A thought occurred to her when they finally came to a stop at a door.
"How many people live here?" She finally let go of Lucien and took a step back.
"Just us three. And now you. Occasionally we have a guest or two, but I will give you ample warning before that time. This will be your bedroom here. Mine is right across the hall if you need anything. There is a lock on the inside, but if you would like I can show you how to set up some furniture to keep the door from opening at all." Lucien gave her a small smile. It made her soften towards him even more.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. I appreciate all that you have done for me. Truly. I cannot say thank you enough." She gave him a short hug to convey her gratefulness. He returned it, hesitantly. His touch was feather light. As though he did not want to touch her and make her uncomfortable. She stepped back towards the door once more and began to walk inside.
"I will come get you before dinner. You have a full wardrobe to pick from in there if you would like to change. If there is anything you require, just ask." Gwyn nodded and then he was gone.
The first thing Gwyn noticed was that the satchel she packed earlier before leaving was sitting on the bed. She had been so nervous about everything else that she had not even realized it was missing. Gwyn continued to survey the room. It was beautiful. The decorations reminded her of the night court. Lucien really did pay attention to the smallest details. Gwyn truly believed Elain was an idiot for not giving Lucien a chance. The bedding was all black and the drapes twinkled with specks of a shiny material. It almost made them look like stars. The bed was unnecessarily large and so was the desk that was off to the side of the room. It had been such a mentally exhausting day that Gwyn decided a nap was needed. She locked her door and stripped off her cloak. She knew the lock would do nothing against winnowing, but as far as she knew only Lucien could do that. She placed her desk chair under the doorknob anyways. She fell onto the bed without even removing her priestess robes. She did remove her dagger and place it under her pillow for protection. A small smile graced her face as she thought of a certain spymaster who also slept with a dagger under his pillow.
Soft footsteps woke Gwyn from her sleep. She had no idea how long she had slept, but knew that dinner must be approaching if it had not already passed. A light knock on the door made her jump.
"Gwyn? Dinner is almost ready if you would like to join us downstairs." Lucien yelled through the door. Gwyn's racing heart began to slow as she realized where she was and who was speaking to her.
"One moment." She decided this dinner was not worth changing her clothes so she grabbed her dagger, putting it back in its sheath, and flattened her hair down with her hands. She did not want to keep Lucien waiting after all. The second she stepped out of the room, a sly smile crossed the male's face.
"What?" Gwyn demanded a tad self-consciously. She flattened her hair once more.
"Enjoyed a nap I see?" He was teasing, but that did nothing to stop her from shoving him.
"Oh shut up and show me the dining room." A real smile graced his face as he put his arm out for her to grab. She was half tempted to shove his arm away for his teasing. Instead, she rolled her eyes and held onto his arm anyways.
"Your wish is my command."
The castle was truly beautiful. Gwyn knew she could spend hours looking at the art pieces- some of them looked familiar. She would guess those were done by Feyre. The marble flooring and intricate ceilings were only part of the beauty. It has clearly been decorated. Perhaps Vassa and Lucien bonded over similar tastes in rugs. The thought made Gwyn giggle internally. The castle was so large that it took them about five minutes before they reached the dining hall. Gwyn took her place next to Lucien across from Jurian and Vassa who were already pleasantly discussing Vassa’s doomed fate. They quickly stopped talking once she sat down and turned the conversation to her.
"So I have been dying to know," Jurian begins "is Rhysand as much of a prick as he pretends to be?" Lucien sent him a glare which only had Jurian shrugging with an innocent expression upon his face. Gwyn sighed.
"Depends on who you are. He is kind to me, but only out of pity from what he witnessed at Sangravah. I have seen him be cruel to those he purposefully does not want to understand. I am not here as your spy though. That is as much from me as you will get about Rhysand." Gwyn truly felt a level of gratefulness to the high lord, however, he often squandered any other positive feelings she had of him by constantly looking at her as if he was seeing that day in Sangravah all over again. It did nothing to help her forget. Jurian gave a contemplative look before turning his attention to his plate. Vassa decided to try her hand at conversation.
"How are the Archeron sisters? I know the death of their father was hard on all of them." Vassa took a sip of wine. Gwyn did not want to discuss this either though. Speaking of Nesta made her miss her sisters.
"They are as well as could be expected." It was generic and had the fiery red head pursing her lips in displeasure. Gwyn did not quite care.
“Gwyn is a beautiful singer.” Lucien finally changed the subject to something that she did not mind engaging in. “We will need you to sing for us sometime.” Gwyn nodded in agreement. The conversation continued on with Lucien boasting about Gwyn, talking about her training as a Valkyrie and winning the blood rite. She started feeling uncomfortable with all the compliments he was sending her way. It reminded her of a conversation she needed to have with him. Right now was as good of a time as any she supposed.
"It was extremely generous of you to offer your help, but I feel I should inform you that I am not interested in anything other than your friendship." Gwyn interrupted Lucien mid-speech to clarify. He looked startled by her statement. Jurian choked on his wine and Vassa cackled like there would be no tomorrow. It made Gwyn feel as though she was on the outside of some joke they all knew.
"Excuse me?" Lucien, for once, looked genuinely surprised. It was as if he could not quite believe she would say that and needed her to repeat it just in case he heard her wrong. Maybe Gwyn misinterpreted some of his advances.
"I know our coupling seems inevitable," Gwyn explained further a bit shyly, not quite sure of herself anymore. "But I am not interested in any one that is not Azriel." Vassa's cackles slowed down to more of a chuckle and Jurian kept sending amused looks to Lucien.
"Gwyn, I am your grandfather." Lucien approached the topic slowly. "I assumed your mother talked about me, but, and I really hope this is the case, you did not know this?" His tone lifted up at the end in questioning.
Oh, Gwyn thought. She was not easily surprised, but this topped the cake. She tried to think back to anytime her mother mentioned her grandparents, but the instances were few and far between. Gwyn realized she did not even know their names. Suddenly, every compliment and favor from Lucien no longer appeared odd. He was complimenting and bragging about his only living granddaughter. This took much longer to process than Gwyn would like to admit. Unexpectedly, she felt an unwarranted amount of anger towards Lucien.
"And you waited until this very moment to tell me? What the hell Lucien? Or should I say grandpa?" Her tone was more hostile than it had been with anyone else. The sarcastic comment at the end had the red-haired male cringing. Jurian and Vassa started laughing once more.
"I know this is not great timing to interrupt, but I, for one, will be referring to you as grandpa from here on out." Jurian inserted. Vassa gave an amused smirk, but said nothing. It earned him a glare from Gwyn and Lucien though.
"I apologize, Gwyneth, for the delayed reveal. I thought you knew that's why I offered to help you, though. I assumed your mother had spoken of Jesminda and I. She was rather young when we had to surrender her, I suppose." Lucien looked so genuine that Gwyn's anger diminished as fast as it had appeared. Gwyn's family history had always been a mystery to her. She might finally get some answers.
"Jesminda is my grandmother?" Gwyn inquired. Her own mother had never given details. This adventure was beginning to answer many questions she had always had.
"Yes." Lucien said. Gwyn was trying to understand his expression and tone. She spent another minute watching him. Their other table mates had gone quiet as well. It did not take a genius to understand the moment. Jesminda had never been mentioned before to her from anyone and she was not here right now. She was dead that much was clear. Lucien cleared his throat and for a brief second Gwyn could see the emotion he was so desperately trying to hide, guilt.
"Why did you give my mother to Sangravah?" Gwyn realized it probably had something to do with Jesminda's death. She truly wanted more details. Lucien sighed heavily, probably understanding that there were many questions in store for him.
"Beron just ordered for Jesminda to be tortured and executed in front of me. I am certain if he had known of your mother, he would have had the same future in store for her. I had kept the child a secret from everyone except a brother, who helped me hide her after Jesminda's death." It did not escape Gwyn's attention that Lucien neither referred to Beron as his high lord nor as his father. Lucien ran a hand through his hair roughly. Her hair was clearly from him, but it was his one russet eye that had her pausing. An eye that suddenly reminded her so much of Catrin.
"Why did he kill her?" She asked softly. Gwyn realized she would never be able to deny Lucien anything. One look from his russet eye and Gwyn would give in simply because of its similarity to her dead twin.
"Because he's a spiteful old man." Vassa spit out. Clearly, she was just as enraged by the situation. It made Gwyn wonder if Vassa and Lucien had ever been together. Lucien rolled his eyes at the fiery female. He seemed to roll his eyes constantly while he was here.
"Because he could," Lucien added. "Your mother, who was about six at the time, was extremely unsafe even under my brother and I's protection. Beron would put your mate to shame with all the torture tactics he uses. I dropped her off on the doorstep of that church in the middle of the night. I always planned to go back and visit, but I was nervous and I knew she was safe there. I felt it was selfish to visit her since it only put her in more danger." Gwyn felt sad for everyone involved. Sad for Lucien who watched his love be tortured and executed in front of him only for him to have to turn around and surrender his daughter to a church. Sad for Jesminda who died that day. Sad for her mother who must have lived every day wondering where her parents went and why they abandoned her. Sad for Catrin who never got to meet her grandfather.
"I had a sister." Gwyn felt the need to mention. She was unaware of how much Lucien knew, but it suddenly felt important to her that he knew of Catrin.
"I know." He responded with a sad smile. "This family is well versed in tragedy." Gwyn had so many more questions. She had time to ask though. Her questions were making Lucien relive memories that were better left untouched. Perhaps he had endured enough for one night. She looked down at her full plate. She had been so distracted that she had not touched a thing. She began to devour her food as the rest of the table engaged in a debate about seasonings and which was the best.
"Have you and Vassa..." Gwyn trailed off, leaving the innuendo open when Lucien walked her back to her room after dinner.
"She wishes." He chuckled.
"Would you be with Elain if you could?"
"I would not jump into a mating ceremony but I would like the chance to get to know her. She has not given me the opportunity." He answered practically with his arms folded behind his back. Gwyn felt the need to assure him that knowing Elain would not make any of this easier.
"Trust me, it's better this way." She did not want to leave the conversation on such a sore point. As they approached her door, Gwyn jokingly shoved him. "So this would make Elain my step-grandmother?" Lucien was quiet before speaking. It was not the reaction she hoped for.
"Elain does not know. No one knows. And no one can know, even Azriel. At least until Beron is dead. Make no mistakes if Beron were to discover you, he would torture you simply to spite my mother." His lips pursued together in displeasure.
"Azriel is very good with secrets." She felt the need to remind Lucien. He is a Shadowsinger after all.
"Not with his high lord. If Rhysand knew, he would tell Beron if he had too. If Nyx or Feyre's life were on the line, he would do anything to save them. That includes selling you out. This is very important, Gwyneth. You cannot tell anyone- promise me." His stare was so intense that she could not look away. He grabbed her hands in a tight grip to make sure she understood how serious he was. Gwyneth had never purposely kept a secret from Azriel before. Hopefully, Beron would die sooner rather than later.
"I promise."
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Two weeks later
"What do you mean she’s gone?" Azriel was shocked to discover that Gwyn had left two weeks ago. He thought she had been avoiding training because of the kiss they shared- not because she was gone. He had been eating dinner with Nesta and Cassian when he finally had the courage to mention the priestess and where she had gone. Now he was mad that he had not asked sooner.
“She left with Lucien on some adventure. I am not really sure. Her note was unclear.” Nesta responded solemnly. The House dropped a piece of chocolate cake in front of her which made a small smile curve at the brash female’s lips. Azriel’s stomach dropped at the mention of Lucien. Gwyn did not know him well enough to go on an adventure with him. Gwyn would not leave her sisters here and she would definitely not choose Lucien to be the first person she left Velaris with. He was certain of that. He also knew Lucien to be a spiteful person. Perhaps he was tired of watching Azriel and Elain parade their relationship around him, making a fool of the one-eyed male. He could have taken Gwyn as retribution.
“He must have kidnapped her. Gwyn would never willingly leave the House of Wind with anyone- let alone Lucien.” Azriel knew this had to be true. Gwyn would never just up and leave. Guilt started gnawing at his chest as he realize he could have prevented her from being taken. If only his shadows would work properly around her, he could have prevented Lucien’s nefarious plans from being completed. His siphons started glowing the longer he though about it. He had to clench his hands around his silverware to keep from winnowing straight to the Band of Exiles and demanding his mate be given back. Nesta gave Azriel an odd look before speaking.
“She left a note that said she was willingly leaving with him and as much as he annoys the shit out of me, I don’t think he would hurt Gwyn.” A frown marred her face now, though. As if she had not considered that her sister could be in trouble. It only annoyed Az further.
“He could have made her write the note.” He reminded in a quiet, harsh voice. Gwyn and Lucien were not friends. She would have no reason to leave with him. Cassian was cautiously glancing between his mate and Azriel. He did not know what to say that would not piss off Az, so he was choosing to let Nesta handle the situation instead.
“She is not in danger.” Nesta declared after peeking at her wrist. There was no possible way for her to know whether Gwyn was safe or not. Even Azriel could not find out given how stubborn his shadows were being. He could always take a trip to the Band of Exiles, but he had to assume Lucien would not be stupid enough to take Gwyn there.
“You do not know that.” His wings flexed in anger. The siphons atop his hands were glowing dangerously bright now. He needed to get his emotions under control.
“Yes I do.” Nesta insisted with a roll of her eyes that annoyed Azriel to no ends. “My bracelet is not glowing. They glow when any of us is in trouble. It’s how I found her in the blood rite. It has not glowed since then either.”
“Hers could have fell off.” Gwyn would not have left after the kiss they shared. It was too important of a moment between them for her to have left immediately after.
“Gwyn and Lucien are friends, Az. You know if you want someone to blame for her leaving, maybe you should look inward.” It was a sharp jab that hurt more than the Shadowsinger would ever admit.
Suddenly though, he could see the hurt on Nesta’s face. It was there for only a second, but he saw it. Nesta was just as hurt by Gwyn’s departure as he was. He finally unclenched his hands from around his silverware- his fight giving out. Nesta was right. Lucien would never kidnap Gwyn especially if he thought it might upset Elain. Azriel chose this time to leave, however. He would not stoop to Nesta’s level and trade jab after jab. He headed to the training arena. It was hours later when slight footsteps could be heard making their way over to him. He was sitting at the edge, his exhaustion forcing him to take a break. Nesta took a seat next to him, resting her head against his shoulder.
"I miss her too, Shadowsinger." He said nothing in return because there was nothing else he could say. "You are worse than I was with the mating bond." Nesta tried again with a joke this time to try and get Azriel talking. She knew he was not normally one to discuss his feelings though. He gave her a withering look at that comment. It was an ongoing joke within the inner circle that Nesta handled the mate situation particularly horrible.
“Shut up.” Was all he responded with and he only said it halfheartedly.
"I am just saying, if you ask me for advice I could save you some time and heartache." They both continued to look out at the Velaris skyline.
"And what precious advice would you bestow upon me?" The comment was dripping in sarcasm, but he decided to humor her.
"Anyone other than your mate will be a disappointment, especially to you. Just accept it and her and everything else will become background noise." She looked up at him for a second before setting her head back down. He was not one to seek out comfort through touch, but sitting here with Nesta made him feel a bit better. Maybe it was because they could both ruminate in their sadness at Gwyn’s departure.
"Ah so wise. I had not considered that." Again the sarcasm was heavy.
"Well if you have thought about it and have not done it then I would consider you an idiot. You do not strike me as an idiot, Az." She was frustrated now- throwing her arms up and crossing them over her chest. He chuckled lightly.
"I think I might be." He admitted. Everything was so confusing with Mor and Elain that he lost focus of what was truly important.
"Gwyn is the most compassionate and understanding person I know. If she can love me, she can love you too. Just be honest with her." Her voice was soft now in a way that it never was. She always seemed to push him even when it seemed the rest of his family refused. It was the thing he liked most about Nesta- she was never scared of him or his feelings.
"Thanks Nes." He settled his head on top of hers and they stayed like that for hours- reminiscing in all things Gwyn.
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Can you do #2 and idk the number but it was "kiss me, again" I think. I love your writing btw🤍🤍
Prompt #2 : ‘You’re awake? Fuck.’ & Prompt #47: ‘Kiss me again’
A/N: this has been heavily requested, and is of course a friend to lovers as it’s my favourite thing to write and this is probably my favourite thing I’ve wrote in a while <33 also thank you very much to whoever asked this, ily xxx
word count: 2.3k
You and Harry had become immune to the questions now, it was all simply a routine. ‘Are you two….?’ Was the most common one, with the quick glance between the two of you and the finger that would flicker between the two. ‘No.’ Was always your reply, with a small smile while Harry would laugh lightly and always reply ‘Just good friends’ mate.’
In the beginning, it was awkward, for you at least. With every question came an awkward silence and not knowing what to say. Harry would laugh and you would feel awful about yourself because of it. Was it really that funny, the idea of him being with you? But now, now it was simple. It just was not like that and never would be between the two of you. So, you had thought.
‘It’s Li’s wedding in a few months, all the boys have dates and I don’t want to be fucking nineth wheeling the whole time. Fancy coming with?’ You looked over to Harry, eyebrows furrowed, as you took in what he had said. ‘You want me to come to Li’s wedding with you?’ Harry nodded in response to your question, taking another handful of popcorn and putting it into his mouth.
“Don’t you feel like that’s a bit weird? Why don’t you take that girl you’ve been seeing?” You say nonchalantly, returning your gaze back to the TV before Harry reaches to pause it. He sighs as he does, before facing you. “Look, I can’t just bring some random girl to one of my best mates’ weddings, she’ll be in the photos and it’ll just be weird. Like really weird. You’re a friend of all of us and Liam said he wants you there, please?” He asks, well pleads really.
You roll your eyes before sighing in defeat. “Fine, but I’m still pissed at Liam for not inviting me himself and just assuming I’d be fine going with you.” Harry shrugs before pressing play again, “He just know you can’t say no to the charm of Harry Styles.” You slap him lightly, “Get your head out of your arse Styles.” You retaliate.
“When and where is it again?” You ask, standing up to refill your glass with water. “This weekend and Italy.” You gasp after taking in a mouthful of water, causing yourself to choke slightly. Harry runs in as he hears you struggling to breathe. He helps by patting you on the back firmly as you begin to cough. “This fucking weekend Harry? As in four days?” Harry shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, what’s the issue?”
“I have a job Harry. A normal job unlike you. I’m not a musician who can just take time off when I need to. I don’t have anything to wear. Fuck Harry, why aren’t you more organised.” Harry interrupted your rambling quickly, “Woah, woah, woah, shush for a second. I’ve already spoken to your boss and he said it was fine. I gave his daughter tickets to a show and he said we were even. I’ll get Lambert to contact some people and you’ll have a dress, tailored to you that matches my suit in time for when we leave okay? Don’t stress.” You nodded as you took in Harry’s words and tried to not overthink too much about the coming days.
You were stressed. You had an hour until you had to be at the venue and you hadn’t even tried the dress on yet. Harry was busy getting his suit on in the other room as you paced up and down. “Stop pacing, you’re driving me insane.” Harry barks from the other room. You listen to him and grab the dress from the hanger. You place your legs inside the bottom, stepping into it as you pull it up around you. It was a beautiful blue satin dress with a low v neck which sat on top of your chest, it fitted you perfectly and you were so grateful. You admired yourself in the mirror and finally felt like you could breathe as you fell more and more in love with the dress that was wrapped around your figure.
Walking out to see Harry, you placed your earrings in. You rest against the doorframe leading into the bathroom as he fixes his tie in the mirror before sighing in defeat and throwing his arms around. He looked stunning in his double-breasted navy suit, his handkerchief matching the pattern of the tie he was struggling to put on. ‘Help.’ He whined as he pouted and looked at you for the first time. ‘Fuck.’ He mumbled as he walked towards you. ‘You look…’ He started as you just laugh and pretended to flick your hair over your shoulder. ‘You don’t need to tell me how good I look.’ You mutter with a small laugh as he continues to gawk at you.
You reach for his tie and begin to do it up as he continues speaking. ‘No honestly, you look so beautiful. See I told you, you didn’t need to stress. Plus I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gucci look so good on anyone compared to the way it looks on you.’ He says and it was your turn to gawk at him. You slap him lightly as you drop his half-finished tie. ‘What the fuck do you mean Gucci?’ He just shrugged as he looked at you, smiling cheekily, ‘What? Couldn’t let you turn up in anything less than you are worth.” You finish off his tie before placing your hands on either of his shoulders, looking at him in the eye.
“How much did this put you back Harry?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Does it matter?” He whines, rolling his eyes and walking passed you. “Yes it does, to me.” Harry just shakes his head, grabbing your purse, “Look can we just go?”
“Not until you tell me.” You state, placing a hand on your hip and he sighs knowing he never is going to win against you. “£2,700.” He mumbles but you hear him and he hears your gasp. “Harry!” You yell as you look at him and he instantly goes to defend himself. “Look it’s not everyday you get to go to a wedding in Rome with your best friend okay? I just wanted you to feel amazing and have an amazing time. Please, you don’t owe me anything. I did this off my own back and I hate to be that person but it didn’t even dent the figure in my bank okay? I wanted to do this! So just say thank you and let’s get going.” You sigh as he opens the door and signals for you to leave. “Okay! Okay. I’m very, very grateful and you’re the best friend ever but don’t go thinking I’ve dropped this okay?” You warn, pointing your finger at him as he follows behind you with a small laugh.
The whole day was magical. You teared up at the ceremony. You always have and always would. There was just something about love, that made you emotional. Niall passed you a tissue and Harry gave you a reassuring cuddle as you watched Liam and Maya tie the knot. You were sat on a table with all the boys and their partners at dinner and laughed along with them at Zayn’s best man speech. A few stories were spilt about all the boys and you could not help but gently slap Harry as you found out secret antics that he had partaken in when he was in his early twenties in the band. But as the night grew on, you became more and more tired.
“Harry, I think I’m going to head back to the room.” You muttered with a small yawn as you looked at your watch to see it was growing closer to one in the morning and Liam was about to lift Louis up in the air, attempting to recreate the iconic scene from Dirty Dancing. “One more drink and then I’ll come back with you.” Harry promised as his attention went from Lilo to you and then back to Lilo, yet now they were on the floor in a heap at the failed attempt. You giggle and give in, taking another sip of your drink as Harry gets up to have one more dance with the boys.
“So you and Harry, hey? He finally plucked up the courage then?” Maya says as she perches next to you, you look up as a loud roar comes from the dancefloor and recognise the all too familiar opening chord of What Makes You Beautiful. The boys begin getting over excited and shouting the lyrics at the top of their lungs. “Huh? Nothing’s going on between me and Harry.” You laugh as Maya reddens. “But what do you mean ‘finally plucked up the courage’?” Maya dismissed her comment saying it must have been ‘the alcohol talking’. You nod as she gets up to join Liam and dance with him to the overly played One Direction tune. Harry waltzed over to you before your head could begin to work at what Maya had said.
“Let’s get going love.” He said as he reached out for your hand, after reaching to pick up your heels that had been discarded onto the floor hours ago. “We’re off to bed lads. Night.” Harry yells waving, as the boys collectively wolf whistle and Niall yells, ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’ You roll your eyes at their childish behaviour before hobbling out of the hall, wincing at the pain. “Your feet hurting you love?” Harry asks stopping as you continue to seethe in pain. “Yeah a bit, don’t worry about it. It’s not far to the room.” Harry simply shook his head and reached down to scoop you up in his arms before you could even argue with him.
“Put me down.” You say as he carries you, but you don’t have enough energy to fight him as he tells you to shush, claiming you were ‘light as a feather’. You quickly passed out in his arms and only awoke slightly when you felt yourself fall onto the bed. You kept your eyes shut as you heard Harry moving around in the room, you heard the metal of his belt, understanding that he was stripping down to get into bed.
When he stopped you felt him tapping your arm lightly. “Y/n, lovie, turn over so I can undo your dress if that’s okay?” You did as he said and felt his delicate fingertips glide over your skin as he undone the zip of your dress, he pulled the small straps off your arms before pulling the dress off of you to reveal your underwear before he placed the cover over your exposed skin and slipped into bed beside you as you moved, your back now facing him.
This was normal for the two of you. You had shared a bed together dozens of times, only in your underwear, but tonight, it felt different. He waited for a while, waiting for your breathing to change to signal that you were asleep before wrapping his arms around you. He traced your skin lightly before beginning to speak, “You looked so beautiful today.” He whispered. “I wanted to tell people you were mine today. That I was the one who you loved. The one who knew all your secrets. The person who you returned to at the end of every single day. That I was the luckiest man alive to be able to call you mine. But I’m too scared to do it. To even tell you what I want. Because, what if it changes everything. What if I don’t even get to have a part of you. What if I don’t get to be the man you come to moan about other men to. What if I don’t get to be the man you trust with everything, even the secrets that your previous partners don’t. What if it fucks up everything? I can’t do that to us. I can’t do that to you.” He sighs, placing a kiss to the back of your neck before resting his head on you.
“You’re so selfish, do you know that?” You whisper back to him, not moving. “You’re awake? Fuck.”  You turn to look at him in the darkness of the room, still able to make out the features of his face.
“Yes I’m still awake. And I’m pissed that you’ve been making all these decisions for me to be honest Styles.” You say with a small laugh and he can’t help but laugh too. “I-…” He is lost for words and his mind is racing, as is yours but you know this is what you want. What you’ve always wanted.
So you don’t have to think twice before leaning down and placing your lips on his. He welcomes the feeling immediately, wrapping his arms around you to pull you even closer. You pull away to look at him as he breathes slowly, both of you registering what just happened.
“Kiss me again.” Harry states and you did just that, smiling as you kiss him again and he pulls you on top of him. When you pull away again this time, it’s you that speaks up. “Still just good friend’s?” Harry looked at you, expressionless.
“Are you fucking kidding?” He asked as he looked at you, a smile on your face that he could not help but mirror. “You bitch.” He said beginning to tickle you, as you laughed. “Don’t threaten me with the friend zone ever again, we are way past that now.’ He said, continuing to tickle you. “Okay, okay. Now stop.” You beg as you try your best to wiggle out of his grip.
“I’m in love you.” He says, placing a kiss to your head.
“I’m in love you too.”
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