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little-moonbeam-666 · 1 year

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I posted 5,208 times in 2022

That's 3,465 more posts than 2021!

501 posts created (10%)

4,707 posts reblogged (90%)

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I tagged 783 of my posts in 2022

#ask kendle - 217 posts

#ask - 210 posts

#maneskin - 158 posts

#thomas raggi - 139 posts

#smut - 117 posts

#me - 79 posts

#ethan torchio - 73 posts

#eddie munson - 62 posts

#kendle speaks - 60 posts

#stranger things - 58 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#but also when that moby song started playing i was like this song is what played over wills fake dead body what does it meeeean 👀👀👀

My Top Posts in 2022:

How would they all react to their S/O leaving 😏marks😏 on them? Scratches down their backs, etc. ❤️‍🔥

This one has been sitting in my ask for a few weeks and I've been thinking hard about this one. I had to make sure I was in the right mood to write it! But here it is! (Btw Idk how Thomas' ended up being P0rN but somehow it did. I mean, they're all suggestive but Thomas' is the most nsfw)

Damiano

You’d be lying in bed, still out of breath and eyes closed as Damiano went to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean you up.

Your eyes only caught a glimpse of his back as he went to the bathroom

A gasp left your mouth at the sight

Had you really been that rough?

When Damiano returned with the washcloth he froze in the doorway, seeing your stunned face.

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” he’d ask, forcing a half smile.

“Do you not feel that?!” you’d practically shriek.

“Feel what?”

“Your back!”

He’d give you a confused look before going over to your mirror, turning his back to it and looking over his shoulder, admiring how you’d used his back for a scratching post

His eyes would go wide in shock and an amused chuckle would leave his lips

“Holy shit, babe! Damn, you got me good, didn’t you?!”

“Dami, baby, I am so sorry.” you’d try to apologize but he’d stop you in your tracks.

“I can not WAIT to perform shirtless tomorrow night! Fuck, these are gonna be so sore but they’re fucking hot. Every time I feel them it’s gonna make me want you.”

Your jaw would drop, unable to believe what you were hearing.

Then you’d chuckle, seeing just how excited he was.

Like a kid in a candy store.

“At least let me clean them, Dami. A few of them are bleeding.”

He’d chuckle, turning to face you.

“Fine. But let me clean that pretty little cunt first.”

Victoria

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371 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

Little Witch

HERE WE FUCKING GO! The hype behind this fic has been PHENOMENAL! But here’s the Osferth fic I promised you all. After all the teasers and crumbs I gave you from this, you should be pretty hype!

This fic reached 9k words! I went overboard with it and I regret NOTHING.

Warnings: SMUT (obviously), loss of virginity (osferth), A bit of angst, oral (both), breeding kink, talks of marriage, talks of 69..., Just Osferth being Osferth

Your wrists were bound together by rope that was currently being held tight by one of the men that had taken you hostage. You forgot his name. Sihtric, maybe? You could care less. You were just grateful that the men had stopped for the night and had you sitting by the fire with them.

“So, witch, why is Haesten so enamored with you?” asked the leader of them all, Uhtred.

��I do not know. Haesten stole me from my home where I was at peace, minding my own business. He had no right to take me, same as you.” you spat, venom dripping from the words you directed at your captor. He sighed heavily.

“If you think I wanted to take you, then you are wrong, witch. This is only a necessary precaution. But I know that Haesten would not take you for no reason. What exactly are your powers?”

“Stop calling me ‘witch’, Dane killer. I have a name. Y/N. Use it.” you barked before looking up at the stars and letting your voice soften.“I see things. That is why he took me.”

“What do you see, Y/N?” asked one of the other men. Finan, you believed it was. At least he was kind enough to use your name.

“I see lots of things. The future. My future, mostly.” you admitted, knowing there was no harm in telling these men of your seeing abilities. You’d already seen it and knew they would not harm you.

“Is that why you came with us willingly without a fight? You saw us taking you?” Uhtred asked. You just nodded, continuing to stare up at the stars.

“What do you see about your future?” Sihtric asked, tugging the rope slightly to get your attention, seeing that you had zoned out.

“My soulmate.” you said. Your voice was no louder than a whisper but you knew they heard you.

“Your soulmate?” Uhtred questioned, obviously skeptical of your words. “Do you know who they are?”

“No.” you replied sadly. “I only see bits and pieces that give me an idea of who he is. The gods haven’t allowed me to see his face. Not yet.”

The men chuckled, obviously not fully believing you, before going back to their own conversations and leaving you to your thoughts. You eventually found yourself asleep on the ground, only to be woken up by tugging on the rope that was attached to your wrists.

“Come on. We ride.” came Sihtrics voice, pulling you from your sleepy state and dragging you over to the horses before briefly helping you up onto one of them since your hands were still tied together.

The ride was long and it was nearly dark by the time you’d gotten back to their home base, the gates opening to welcome them home. Everyone stared at you, fear in their eyes as they noticed you were not only a Dane, but a witch. The permanent dark marking of a crescent moon on your forehead and two straight lines that ran from your bottom lip to the bottom of your chin gave it away.

They had all eventually led you into a large dining hall, your wrists still bound as they allowed you to sit at the table with them in order to keep you in their sights.

“Is this still necessary?” you asked, holding your wrists up. Uhtred gave you a look of concern. “The ropes have rubbed burns into my wrists and it’s painful. I promise I won’t run and I promise to play nice. You have my word.”

“Untie her, Sihtric.” he said, beginning to eat the food that was placed in front of him. Sihtric untied you and you rubbed your wrists gently, wincing at the pain of being tied up for several days.

“You should eat something. You’ve barely eaten in the few days we’ve had you.” Finan said. You just nodded your head, agreeing to at least eat. If you were being honest, you were starving, but you’d never admit it to them.

Finan quickly set down a plate of bread, cheese, and sliced apple in front of you, giving you a look that left no room for argument. You quietly picked at the food and ate until your plate was clean. You sat silent, listening to the mens conversations of them enjoying being ‘home’. Eventually you could feel your eyelids grow heavy, your body threatening to fall over.

“Uhtred.” you spoke up, getting his attention.

“Yes?”

“I wish to sleep. If I stay up any longer I fear I may fall over in exhaustion.” you said, hoping he’d let you rest.

“Fine.” he agreed. “Finan, put her in a cell. But make her comfortable. Give her furs and fresh water. She may be of use to us.”

You quietly followed Finan to your holding cell, not speaking a word. He did as Uhtred instructed, giving you several furs to keep you warm on the small cot that was in the cell and enough fresh water to last you through the night. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as you sat down on the cot in your cell.

“So, little witch… how does the soulmate thing work?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious. You could have laughed at how absurd the question sounded at that moment.

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371 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

Dragons And Butterflies And Dragonflies... Oh My!

Soooo 9k words later and I’ve produced an Aegon Targaryen smut.... holy shit! Warnings: SMUT, fingering, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, Aegon being vulnerable as fuck (yes that’s a whole ass warning), Aegon also radiating SWITCH energy

ALSO: Tell me if I should do a continuation of this? Or like just a small spinoff of this? Ideas?

High Valyrian Translations:

Ñuhon - mine

ñuha jorrāelagon - My love

gevie riña - beautiful girl

Ao sagon sīr gevie skori ao limagon syt nyke - You’re so beautiful when you cry for me.

Being Helaena’s lady in waiting had its perks. Not only had Helaena become one of your best friends over the years, but so had her brother, Aemond. The only one you hadn’t gotten close to was their older sibling, Prince Aegon. He practically acted as if you didn’t exist.

“Why don’t you just talk to him instead of staring at him from across the table?” Aemond whispered, leaning close to your ear. You quickly took a sip of your wine to calm yourself. He had a point but you could never bring yourself to speak to him.

“Because he makes me nervous. I can’t talk properly around him.” you whispered back, moving the food around on your plate, never actually eating anything.

“Why would my drunken whore of a brother make you nervous? If you show him any bit of interest, I’m sure he’d bed you without a second thought.”

You sighed heavily, becoming irritated with your best friend.

“I don’t want to be just another notch on his bedpost… if there’s even room for another notch. I care about him, Aemond.” you said bitterly, gulping down the rest of your wine.

“You just need to make him see you, Y/N.”

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Please enlighten me, my prince.” you said sarcastically.

He smirked, taking a sip of wine before speaking again.

“I have an idea, but you won’t like it.” he warned.

At this point you didn’t care if you’d like it or not. You wanted Aegon to notice you.

“Tell me.”

“I’ll pretend to like you. He always wants what he can’t have. If we pretend to have feelings for each other, he’ll at least see you. Then once you have his attention, you can confess your feelings to him.” he said simply, as if it was going to be the easiest task.

You sighed and pursed your lips, hating the idea of pretending to have romantic feelings towards your friend, but you were willing to do it if Prince Aegon noticed you.

“Fine. We start now.” you whispered, smirking at him and letting out a loud giggle before grabbing Aemond's hand and lacing your fingers with his. You could see the initial shock on his face before he played along, gripping your hand tight and giving you a smile. Your laugh must have been heard by the eldest prince because when your eyes glanced around you saw a confused look on Aegon's face, his gaze focused on yours and Aemond's interlocked fingers.

Throughout the rest of dinner, you and Aemond made small talk, your hand never leaving his and your false giggles and smiles just fueled the fire. Aemond put on the best show he could, leaning close to you to whisper in your ear. To the others it looked like it was shared secrets between lovers, but in reality it was just Aemond pointing out the fact that Aegon’s eyes hadn’t left the two of you the entire time.

The next week continued on just the same. You and Aemond spent every waking moment together, making sure you were always in the line of sight of his brother. And with every day that passed, the more pissed off Aegon looked. You couldn’t help but notice the way he stared longingly at you every time you laughed at something Aemond had said or the way he glared at Aemond with pure hatred every time he touched you.

It was day nine of making Aegon jealous when the plan finally began to pay off. You were walking one of the main corridors alone, prepared to go back to your chambers to get ready for supper. You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you and almost screamed when your shoulder was grabbed to stop you. When you whipped around to see who it was, your heart almost stopped.

“Aegon,” you breathed out “My prince, is something the matter?” you asked, praying your words didn’t crack as you spoke. You could tell he looked a bit flustered.

“Lady Y/N, may I ask you something?” he questioned, fidgeting a bit, unable to keep still.

“Why of course, my prince.”

“Why do you like my brother?” he asked. You could see the disappointment in his eyes when he spoke to you. You froze at the question, not sure how to answer.

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388 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

Angels And Dungeon Masters

Another loud yell came from the basement, echoing all the way upstairs to where you resided in Nancy’s room, perched on her bed. The two of you were flipping through Cosmo magazines and giggling over an article titled “The Myth Of The Unemotional Man: Classic Cases Of Defrosting”... at least you were until your younger cousin's party of heathens disrupted your thoughts.

“Oh my god, Nancy, are they always this loud? It’s literally one in the morning.” you complained, cutting your eyes at her. She just chuckled and gave you a smile.

“Unfortunately, yes. They’re in the middle of yet another D&D campaign run by their Hellfire club leader. And these campaigns last for weeks… months even. This one will probably last all summer. So good luck trying to get them to settle down.” she said, watching you get up and march towards her door with the intent of telling them to quiet down.

“Mike may not listen to me, but Dustin, Lucas, and Will love me so maybe I’ll have some luck.” You said, giving her a grin before making your way down stairs, smoothing out the pastel blue silk of the knee length, lace trimmed nightgown you were wearing.

You made your way through the living room and the kitchen before stopping at the basement door, hearing them all hooping and hollering over their game. You took a deep breath before opening the door, not caring if it made any noise. They were being so loud they wouldn’t be able to hear it anyways.

“Mike!” you yelled, before making your way down the stairs and planting your hands firmly on your hips as you reached the bottom. “Do you realize what time it is Michael?!”

“Sorry, Y/N! We didn’t realize the time! We will try to keep our volume to a minimum.” Dustin spoke, giving you a wide grin and making Mike roll his eyes.

“That’s all I ask.” you said sweetly, smiling back.

“And who might this lovely creature be?” came an unknown voice, making you scan the room once more before landing on someone you’d never met before.

“Oh, that’s my cousin, Y/N. She’s staying here for the summer so you’ll probably see a lot of her.” Mike explained before looking back at you. “Y/N, this is Eddie.”

You watched as he stood up making his way over to you and doing a very dramatic low bow, holding out his hand. You nervously scanned your cousin and his friends and they just shrugged their shoulders. You put your hand in his, instantly noticing just how small your hand was compared to his and how cold his rings were against your skin. He grabbed your hand and stood up straight, gracing you with a smile.

“Did you fall through a portal from Mount Celestia, because you look like an angel.” he said, his brown eyes staring straight into yours. You could feel a slight blush rise up your neck to your cheeks as he spoke. In that moment you realized just how underdressed you were, wishing you had at least put on your robe before you marched downstairs. You glanced nervously at your cousin to see him pretending to gag and his friends staring wide eyed. If you were being honest, Eddie was cute…. Really cute. He practically SCREAMED your type. So you didn’t see the harm in flirting back… and grossing out your younger cousin a bit more. You quickly regained your composure, pushing any hints of embarrassment away and smiled at the man who was holding your hand captive.

“Unfortunately, no. But you can be my dungeon master any time you like, handsome.” You said, batting your eyelashes a bit and pushing your breasts together just slightly with your arms.

His eyes practically sparkled as he gave you a wicked grin, laced with an unspoken promise to see you again… or possibly take you up on that offer. You didn’t miss his eyes darting from your face to your chest either. You got exactly what you wanted.

“Ew, gross! No flirting with my friends, Y/N!”

“Not even sorry about it, Mike.” you laughed, gently slipping your hand from Eddies. “Goodnight, boys. Keep it down, will ya?”

“Anything for you, angel.” Eddie said, smirking at you as you made your way back upstairs.

“Thank you, Eddie.” you practically purred, giggling as you hit the top of the steps.

When you made it back upstairs to Nancy’s room, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. And Nancy immediately noticed.

“Ok… what happened down there that’s got you so happy?” she giggled, nudging your shoulder with her own as you sat down next to her.

“You didn’t tell me that Mike had a super cute older friend here.” you said, nervously picking at your fingernails and avoiding eye contact.

“So you met Eddie? Of course you’d think he’s cute. He’s totally your type!” she said happily.

“Oh, I met Eddie alright. He totally flirted with me. He threw a D&D pickup line at me… although I don’t think he was prepared for me to throw one back.”

“You used a dungeons and dragons pick up line on him?! Oh, I bet he’s absolutely swooning right about now with hearts in his eyes!” she giggled. “Spill! I want details!”

“He asked me if I fell through a portal from Mount Celestia because I look like an angel.” you giggled, rolling your eyes dramatically. “And I told him no, but he was more than welcome to be my dungeon master whenever he wants.”

“Oh my god, Y/N! I bet he’s positively reeling right now, thinking up ways to ask you out.”

“You think he’ll ask me out?” you asked, almost too excitedly.

“Definitely.” she giggled.

The rest of the night was a blur, even as you returned to your own room. Every once in a while as you laid beneath the covers, you could hear a faint cheer or yell from downstairs. You could distinctly tell Eddie’s voice from the others. You couldn’t help but smile thinking about the cute punk rock guy with the fluffy hair and big, brown doe eyes that was sitting downstairs playing Dungeons and Dragons with your cousin.

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537 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Not Your Boyfriend

Well 5800 words later.... Here ya go!

Your boyfriend, Joseph, comes home dressed as Eddie

SMUT AHEAD

You watched the live show from your laptop, grinning at the sight of your boyfriend on his first ever talk show. You were so proud of him and what he’s managed to accomplish. Since Stranger Things season 4 had come out, Joe’s life had been hectic. But he’d always made sure to set aside time for you. He was so sweet. But hearing your name being spoken brought you out of your daydream, your eyes and ears now focused on the screen.

“My girlfriend, Y/N, really is amazing. The best girlfriend ever, really. She’s really the one who helped me get the American accent perfected since she’s American. We were stuck together in my flat in London throughout the pandemic and quarantine and everything so I had a lot of time to really study the way she talks and I kind of used that as a guideline for how I made Eddie sound.”

Your heart swelled hearing him talk so highly of you and how you actually contributed to the beloved character Eddie Munson. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you watched the rest of the show, eager for your boyfriend to return to the hotel.

You watched a couple episodes of Stranger Things season 4, drooling over your boyfriend as Eddie Munson, before turning it off and just scrolling on your phone. You must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for Joseph to return because you woke up to the opposite side of the bed dipping and an arm wrapping around your middle and pulling you against a broad chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you craned your neck to peek behind you, only to see your boyfriend grinning at you.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, darling.” he said, leaning over to press a chaste kiss against your lips.

“S’ok.” you mumbled, sleep lacing your voice as you rolled over to face him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, lovey.” he said, his breath fanning across your face as his hands skimmed over your side down to your thigh, pulling it up over his own so he could be impossibly closer to you. You whined, feeling his half hard erection pressing against you. “Are you too tired tonight, baby?”

“I’m never too tired for you.” you said, pressing your lips against his and whining against his mouth when his hips rocked against yours. “Make love to me, Joseph. Please, baby?”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.” he said, moving to stand up so he could push his sleep pants and his underwear to the floor before crawling back in bed to lay down next to you. His lips immediately found yours and his hands found your hips, his fingers digging slightly into your love handles. You disliked them but Joe seemed to love them more than you ever thought possible.

“Joe… clothes…. off.” you mumbled between kisses. He smirked against your lips before pulling away to sit up and gently tug at the fabric of the oversized shirt you wore to bed. You sat up and lifted your arms, allowing him to tug the offending garment over your head before tossing it to the floor. You laid back down as Joe moved to sit between your legs and his hands gently cupped your breasts in his hands, letting his thumbs gently rub over your nipples as they hardened under his touch. His hands didn’t stay there nearly long enough for your liking, him deciding to move his hands down your stomach to the waistband of your panties.

“Lift your hips for me, darling.” he ordered quietly, his fingers slipping under the elastic band and tugging them down your thick thighs. He sat back, staring down at you in awe. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“Josephhhh!” you whined, his immense staring and lack of physical contact driving you insane.

“Sorry, darling. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re stunning.” he said, moving to hover over you. He reached his hand down to gently rub his fingers up and down your slit, groaning at how wet you already were. “And you’re already so wet for me, baby.”

You couldn’t help but whine and buck your hips while he teased you, taking his slick coated fingers and rubbing slow circles over your clit. He chuckled at the way your hips stuttered against his hand before moving his fingers down to your hole and gently pushing his middle finger all the way inside you.

“Joseph! Oh fuck!” you moaned, feeling him begin to thrust his finger in and out of you at a lazy pace.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, curling his finger against your inner wall, making your eyes roll back. “Do you want more?”

“Yes… please I need your cock, baby.” you begged, staring at him with wide eyes knowing that your sweet Joseph would cave and give you exactly what you wanted. You almost whimpered as he removed his fingers from your cunt but you were cut off by the feeling of him rubbing his tip through your drenched folds.

“You ready, lovey?” he asked sweetly, smiling down at you.

“I’m ready.” you said, grinning up at him and wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into you.

You both moaned at the feeling of finally being connected and you wasted no time in rocking your hips, encouraging him to move. He did as you silently asked, slowly pulling out about halfway before thrusting back in.

You gasped, feeling his tip nudge gently against your cervix, effectively knocking the wind out of you. He grunted into your neck before kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving dark bruises behind. Your fingers tangled in his curls, holding him against you while he continued to thrust into you and mark up your neck. Your eyes closed on their own accord, little whimpers leaving your mouth with every thrust.

“Oh… oh fuck! Joseph… baby…”

“Mmm does this feel good, my love?” he asked between kisses and nips against your throat.

“Yes! Yes, baby. Keep fucking me just like that.” you moaned, tugging on his hair to maneuver his lips back to yours.

“Anything you want, love.” he mumbled before pressing his lips hard against yours. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to breath, his tongue dancing sensually with yours. Your brain was getting foggy, forgetting where you ended and he began. Everything was a blur of emotions and pleasure, so much so that you didn’t even hear yourself talking.

“Mmm oh god, fuck, Eddie! Oh fuck!” you moaned against his lips, too focused on the pleasure for your brain to register what you’d just said. But Joseph had heard you loud and clear. His hips came to an abrupt stop and he pulled his lips from yours, staring at you with wide eyes. You looked at him with your eyebrows scrunched together, clearly confused. “Joseph, baby, why’d you stop?”

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4,215 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

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being their sibling hcs || cc!mcyts x youngteen!reader

request: what about what it’s like being quackity, karl, wilbur and Tommy’s sibling hqs? the pronouns can be they/them so more people can read it :) also could the ages be between 11-14?

note: these were so fun :D i made the reader 11-14, but tbh just younger than the cc is prob how u can read it!

pronouns: they/them

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cw// swearing

quackity:

. he takes no shit when it comes to you, you’re his little sibling he’s going to protect you

. yea, emphasis on little because he’s gonna use it to his benefit

“it’s mine!” “alex no- give it to me!” “i’m older! i get the older privileges! you’re just tiny baby y/n.” “okay that’s it-”

. also TRIES not to cuss around you- but obviously fails, you will pick up a few cuzz words (or a lot)

. if he has you meet drista it would be really funny-

the dynamic between you two would be to cause sm chaos

. buys you lots of fast food, he can not cook for his life

. he would complain about having to pay for your food but actually doesn’t even mind

. not even just food, he will complain about anything he buys you but really doesn’t care

. he would be the one to ask you to sneak out at 3 am to get fast food

. if you snuck out and he caught you, he would use it as blackmail to get you to do whatever he wants

“y/n bring me the remote.” “no, get it yourself.” “oh really? mO-” “okay okay! here you go.” “thank youu”

wilbur:

. competes with you to be your parent’s favorite

“look- i’m mum’s favorite, i got her favourite drink!” “that’s not fair you can drive to get it!”

. would try and scare of men if they were being creepy towards you with his height

. he would blackmail and tattle on you a lot

. but he can be sweet sometimes-

. like brings you home food if he goes out to eat with friends or something

. if he has to chaperone or bring you places, he acts like it’s a chore but secretly loves to see you have fun

. he is so proud of all your accomplishments, big or small

“YES! THAT’S MY SIBLING! I KNEW THEY WOULD DO IT!”

. also is cocky and will say things like “if you’re pretty that means i’m prettier because we share genes”

. lots of play fighting and pillow fights

. you would also try to tickle him and he’d just deadpan or try to swat your hands away

karl:

. makes stupid jokes to try and make you laugh- which usually results in you throwing a pillow at his face while he giggles

“hey y/n, what do you call a rich elf? welfy.” “karl that’s so stupid-”

. he asks you to go places with him so you guys can have sibling bonding time and so he’s not alone

. together you try to do harmless pranks on your parents, like those tiktok ones

. lots of sibling secrets, he is your best friend

. if either of you are ever feeling down = fort is being made + movie night

“y/n, are you alright?”

he took your silence as a ‘no’. wordlessly he began to gather all the blankets and pillows, making a small fort in your room. you turn your head to see what all the rustling was, seeing karl walk in the room with snacks.

“movie?”

. if you ever get a s/o, he tries to be angry and interrogate them even though he already loves them and will become good friends w/ your s/o

. rarely get into arguments and disagreements, he respects your decisions

. invites you to play games with him all the time, he wants you to feel included

. your own uber driver/taxi, he never minds driving you places

tommy:

. you love to interrupt his streams and he will most likely cuss you out

. chat loves you, your dynamic is so entertaining

. you help him film vlogs and take pictures for his instagram or tiktoks

“y/n y/n y/n- look film me doing this.” “tommy what-”

. one of you would go into one another’s room for no reason and hang out in their room in silence

. there’s no reason for either of you but the sibling comfort is nice

. when the two of you were younger, a lot of imaginary play happened and your parents were so glad you guys had each other

. he will try to pay you to do his chores

“y/n come on, if you do the dishes i’ll give you 5 pounds.” “just because you’re a millionaire it doesn’t mean you can pay me for all your chores tom.”

. he likes to boast about how much taller he is- “his parents gave him a personal arm rest”

. if your parents said no to something, tommy would try and make you feel better

. or secretly buy you things that your parents said no to

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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The Things I Miss

Jason Todd X al Ghul/Wayne! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Talia al Ghul.

Words:1261

Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content, deaf character.

Jason can't hear....

Arthur's notes! Jason is deaf, so I wrote the characters doing sign language.. I hope I did good! Let me know your thoughts! I enjoyed it enough I may do more deaf! Characters of you all think so. BTW Reader is pregnant with Damian.

Jason's P. O. V

My other senses have intensified as I only rely on my sight. I learned sign language and am able to read lips. I'd wear a hearing aid but I can't afford that shit and I don't even want to think about asking Bruce and Talia. I really miss music.. Being able to just hear the small things like birds chirping, being able to hear if everything is OK. I'm not going to miss the sound of gunshots. Though most of all I miss hearing Y/N's voice more than anything else. She's the only one who knows I can't hear a thing. She has surprised me learning sigh language so we could better communicate... I didn't cry..

Y/N's P. O. V

Jason and I lock arm's walking up the steps to the Manor. He stops by the door. I kiss his cheek and walk to open the door. I stop in the middle of my tracks as I noticed Jason's hands moving. I turn to look at him.

He signed 'don't tell anyone'

I sadly smiled. 'our family loves you they need to know'

He scoffed and signed 'bullshit'

I step back to him and hug him. I feel by his pause he did not expect it. He wraps his strong arms around me. We both went inside. After being greeted by the family I noticed Jason no where to be seen.

Jason's P. O. V

I walk into my old bedroom and see my guitar. I pick it up, I am so close to breaking it. I feel a soft touch on my shoulder.

I focus on how my throat moves and say "Talia"

She turns me around and takes the guitar out of my hand. She places it on the bed. She looks at me with a genuinely hurt expression. She moves her arms and begins to use sign language.

'I am your mother you should have informed me'

I take a deep breath, I should have known she would have figured it out 'I know don't tell B'

'why? You know he loves you'

I shrug my shoulders. I take a deep breath. The last few months have been.. Hard. I can't imagine how much worse I'd be without Y/N.

Y/N's P. O. V

... I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I open my eyes and see my father with a glass of water with some f/f.

"oh thanks, I must've fell asleep" I said delighted and take the glass.

"you are ill, what are your symptoms?" he asked sitting beside me.

I swallow hard. Shit. "oh nothing dad I'm ok, honest"

"you lie just like your mother" he said with a soft chuckle.

"ok so I'm not exactly feeling my best, but I am OK.."

"Y/N" he said with a genuine worried tone. "you've been absent from patrol, and have not been home for weeks.. Why?"

I take a deep breath "I'm 14 weeks pregnant" I mumbled. "I know you're probably not--" I stammer as he takes my hand.

"I'm grateful nothing is wrong. Does Jason know?" he asked

"no, he's been going through a lot right now" I softly sighed.

"nightmares?" he asked

"yeah, but.." I stammer as I hear Alfred announcing that dinner is ready.

I sit on my chair next to my husband. I see my food with a glass of wine... Dammit. I hear my phone ring. I look a text from my dad.

-I poured your wine out and replaced it with grape juice. As well as, I ask you to please tell your mother soon-

-thanks dad. Why she smell your fear?-

He did not reply to me. I softly smile to myself. That night I desperately need some sleep. I lay on the couch and allow myself some sleep.

Jason's P. O. V

I lean down and kiss my sleeping wife's lips. I then cup her very small bump. A baby, a little baby was right there. It was our baby. I noticed weeks ago when her body started to change, in the best ways. I could smell her vomit from a mile away. I can see how drained she is, but still beautifully glows. The way her boobs were definitely larger and her abdomen was getting a little bigger by each week as our baby grew. I want to give her time to decide when she wants to talk or use sign language I guess. The only thing that hurt me more was knowing I'd never hear the baby's Heartbeat, never hear the baby laugh or cry. I feel a gentle rub on my back. I look seeing her with her face full of adoration. She cups my cheeks and kisses me. She's the only reason I don't feel broken. I changed for her, only her. We part for a moment. I can't believe I'm going to be a dad.

She moved her arms 'you are going to be a amazing dad'

'I love you both' I signed my emotions threatening to get the better of me.

'we love you' Y/N signed as, her tears started to fall.

'I miss your voice' I kissed her lips and then part.

Talia's P. O. V

Bruce and I laid in bed without a single word between us. Should I tell him? Jason asked me not to but I hate secrets.

"I did not see much of our daughter, how did she seem to you?" I asked

He cleared his throat "she was.. Good.. Jason?"

"he's had better days" I sighed "Bruce has Jason.. Acted different on patrol?"

"only that he is ignoring me immensely" he replied. "why? Is something wrong? Is he OK?" he asked with a genuine tone.

"he asked me not to tell you, but.. When the explosion happened 6 months ago.. He.. He can't hear Bruce" I said my voice breaking, I can't imagine how scared he is.

"what?!!" Bruce asked completely appalled. He placed his palm on his forehead in a defeated manner.

"Beloved there is no way you could have possibly known"

"I should have seen it, I should have--" Bruce sighed heavily

I gently rub his back "enough, I won't have you doubting yourself Beloved" I demanded.

He rest his head on my own "they need to come home, they're going through too much to be alone"

Jason's P. O. V

3 weeks later. Bruce and Talia called in a family emergency, for what I have no fucking idea. Y/N and I step inside, I see my whole family.

Tim moved his arms 'I already have known about your struggles for a long time brother'

Stephanie smiled widely 'I may make sense or probably not but try hard'

Cass gently smiled 'you don't have to worry about me making sense'

I look at Duke as he signed 'we love you man'

Dick grinned 'hey Little-Wing, don't forget that you are still able to lean on your big brother'

Barbara softly smiled 'we care about you don't ever need to keep secret from us'

Alfred smiled at me 'do not forget where, your family is my boy'

Bruce had a genuine smile on his face, I'm not going to fucking cry! 'son don't neglect to remember that I care'

Bruce, and Talia walk to me with my gift in there hands. I knew exactly what it was. I take a shaky breath. I give it to Y/N.

I can't believe in doing this, I feel my eyes shake 'family'

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lottiebagleywritesobx · 3 years

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Love Language

At the time they'd made it the language had felt like no one would ever be able to understand it.

They were only 9 and JJ had been granted permission to stay at her house, her parents used to be around a lot, although they weren't anymore, and they'd always welcomed her blonde best friend leading to his near constant presence at their home.

It was late for two kids, maybe 10 pm, and they'd been wrapped in blankets in her box sized room that felt so much bigger when they were young.

They always got each other in a way no one else understood for reasons way more complex than a secret language they would use to write each other messages, but at 9, all they needed to know was that the language was another thing that tied them together.

It was simple: to spell a word you combine the first letters of the other words.

So to write Hello you would write Hungry Elephants Love Lollipops Okay

It had stuck a lot at first, they used it everyday and it drove Pope and John B insane, but as they got older it died out.

It was used a few times at 12 when they had an annoying teacher who made students read notes out if they were caught passing them, to everyone else it sounded like gibberish.

It was used once at 15, the world help spelled out when an older Kook boy wouldn't leave her alone and she knew he was reading her phone screen over her shoulder, not wanting to trigger him.

Now, at 17, she had laughed out loud when she'd unfolded the note tucked into her locker.

In JJ's scrawl that only she could read with ease.

Ukraine

Rollercoaster

Penguin Ranch Eyelash Tractor Tangerine Yoghurt

You are pretty. She blushed a little, looking around for any sign of the familiar blonde boy but he was nowhere to be seen, she tucked the note into her bag, hating the way he made her heart race, before shoving the books she didn't need over the weekend into her locker and walking down the corridor and out of the front doors.

When she arrived at the twinkie her friends were already there "Took your time," John B smirks from his open window, occupying the front seat

"She was probably busy flirting with Mack," Sarah teases from the passenger side

"For the last time Sarah, he just needed tutoring in bio,"

"You are shit at bio," Sarah smirks even wider

"Better than you sweetheart," The girl grins, climbing into the back and diving out of Sarah's reach as she moves to try and flick her. Both girls laughing loudly

"I'll get the door then," Pope chides

"Thanks P, i can't get too close or Sarah will attack me," She grins, Pope rolls his eyes but sends her a grin as he leans forwards to pull the door to the twinkie closed.

She moves through the seats to her usual space, she always sat next to JJ, no matter what. They could be drinking at the chateau, relaxing at the beach, adventuring on the boat. No matter what they were next to each other. It wasn't uncommon when one of them was feeling tired, or clingy, or touch starved for her to end up in his lap, his arms wrapped around her stomach and his chin on her shoulder.

She leans up pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, it wasn't uncommon in their friendship, often used as a greeting, a thanks or even just out of the blue, and so the other's don't think anything of it even though JJ feels himself melting into a puddle. What is a little different though is the way she grabs his hand giving it a tight squeeze before pulling her own away and settling down in her seat as John B starts up the van. He knows what it is. It's a silent thanks for the note, not wanting to say anything in front of their friends but it was a sign she got it and she was grateful for it.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, his touch gentle but Pope gives him a knowing look, the touch is supposed to claim her. She either doesn't notice or doesn't seem to mind though, instead leaning into his now open side as she chats happily with Kie.

It's monday morning and JJ is in first period history. He fucking hates history, yet, it had become his favourite subject simply because it was the only one all 6 pogues shared. He opens his school bag with sigh, placing the textbook on his desk and starting to fish around the bottom of the bag for a loose pen.

Pope turns around from the seat in front of him, placing a pen on his desk with a knowing smile. JJ drops his bag to the floor, opening the text book only for a note to fall out.

Her neat writing fills the page and the smile on his face is immediate.

Umbrella

Rocket

Happy Ant Neck Drop Surf Olive Mars Egg

JJ tries to ignore the feeling of a red hot blush creeping up his neck as he turns to look at the next desk along, she's already looking at him with a smirk shooting him a week before turning to face the front, god if JJ can't feel himself falling.

It continues for weeks.

Tucked into the wind screen wiper of her old shitty truck.

Taped to the sandwiches she would bring him to lunch.

On her pillow when she went to bed one night.

Stuffed into the pocket of the hoodie she borrowed.

Her school bag.

The bathroom mirror at the chateau.

They both started to home a large collection of notes. Her's placed neatly in a drawer in her bedroom. His tucked in a box under the floor board that lifts up in the room he claims as his at the chateau.

"What you writing?" John B questions as he steps onto the porch

"Just a note for y/n,"

"You guys have been passing a lot of secret notes recently," John B comments, JJ shrugs placing the pen down "It's sweet,"

"What d'ya mean by that?" JJ questions, John raises his eyebrows giving JJ a knowing look before having a realisation.

"You still haven't told her you're head over heels in love with her?"

"No," JJ admits, he was way past his days of fighting back when his friends accused him of being in love with her. "I don't know how to. You know me, I never say things right and I just- I really don't want to fuck this up. Only got one shot at it,"

"So write it," John B shrugs like it's obvious

"I can't,"

"You can,"

"What if she doesn't feel the same?"

"JJ, you're the most annoying person I know and she puts up with you all the time and has done since you were 2 . She feels the same,"

She's only wearing a bikini and a tshirt that belongs to JJ when she exits her house on Saturday morning. Her plans to meet at the Chateau go surfing with Kie already made, she grabs her board and at first she doesn't even notice it, attached to the cool box full of water and fruit she'd loaded up the night before is a note.

Ice

Art Magic

Igloo Note

London Orange Venus Elephant

Wine Ill Tiger Hungry

Yam One Under

It takes less than a minute for her to decipher the note, abandoning her surf board and the cooler in favour of sprinting to the Cheateau.

JJ is seemingly waiting for her when she arrives, he's pacing in front of the house, going still the second he sees her.

"Are you kidding?" She questions, he's stares, eyes wide not quite able to process why she looks so hopeful. "Because JJ, if this is some fucked up joke I will literally never speak to you again,"

"It's not a joke," He assures

"It's not?" She questions, it's het turn to still, having expected to arrive for him to laugh and ruffle her hair like he was her brother.

"No. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since we were 12 and you stole my cap and started wearing it everyday,"

"We were 14 and you snuck into my room because my parents were fighting and you read harry potter to me cause you knew my parents used to," She states

He nods, now it was all out there in the open neither of them quite knew what to do.

"For fucks sake kiss already!" Pope shouts, they turn seeing all the pogues watching them from the porch.

JJ looks at her, an unspoken question in his eyes. "Just promise me if this all goes tits up we will be friends, cause I can't loose you maybank,"

He holds his pinky out, smiling as she loops her with his and squeezes slightly. He pulls her into his chest with their pinkies. Lips crashing onto hers, spare holding her closer to him by the small of her back. Her empty hand moving to play with the blonde curls she's wanted to run her fingers through a thousand times. Their pinkies stay linked by their side, his thumb stroking at her hands lightly.

Yeah, she'd be keeping the note he left in there little love language.

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hwangsies · 3 years

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SILVER SOLUTION

(part 2 of galvanising green, read part 1 first!)

pairing: slytherin!hyunjin x slytherin!reader

summary: you dont know where you stand with hyunjin after the greenhouse incident, getting grouped together in potions class might give the both of you some clarity.

warnings: swearing, smut as in: heavy petting, some bathtub fun, praise kink i guess, pretty tame and very fluffy

3.6 k words,

enjoy <3

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“class, listen up” your potions professor claps his hands together “today we’re making amortentia upon a special request from ms weasley” he smiles at victoire, who’s standing next to you behind labtable.

Potions is your only class you have together this year so you’re always exited for it, especially cause she excels in almost every class.

“mom told me she only realised that she liked dad through making this in class” she whispers to you as the professor keeps telling the class about the ingredients.

“mhh” you nod, pretending to be interested, but you simply cant be. Not when hyunjin is staring holes into the back of your head.

You turn around slightly just to see him at the table diagonally behind you, propped up with elbows on the table and locking eyes with you.

He clears his throat and straightens up to look over at his partner, james , when you catch him.

You sigh as the professor tells the class to begin, victoire already starting to chop up some rose thorns.

“hey, can you grab the pearldust and measure it?” she rips you out of your thoughts about if you were to harsh to the blonde boy that’s been on your mind for the past week.

“uhh- yea” you mumble, grabbing the little sliver bag that’s labelled as ‘pearl dust’.

“how much of this?” you ask before victoire points at the measurements in the book that’s laying infront of her on the table.

After about 20 minutes of mixing the ingredients you suddenly hear a loud clinging of someone dropping a glass, followed by yelling.

You turn around to see hyunjin and james at each others throats, fellow classmates quickly jumping in to get them off of each other.

“hey!” your professor comes running “this kind of behaviour is not acceptable in my classroom! I forbid it!” he says sternly.

Hyunjin and james breathing heavily as they nod apologetically.

The professor looks around before his eyes land on victoire “ms weasly would you be so kind to switch places with mr hwang?” he asks but you know its more of an order than a request.

“uh-“ your best friend looks over at you before a small grin tugs at her lips “yea of course” she chirps.

Your eyes widen as she leaves you alone, turning back around to your concoction to mix the fluid before hyunjin appears in your peripheral.

“hey” he says in a small voice, you just nod, eyes trained on the liquid that’s slowly gaining a pearly sheen.

“you’re still not gonna talk to me?” he asks, watching the silver liquid in the big pot as well.

“I said everything I had to say” you answer blankly.

“well I didn’t” he rebuttals, at which your eyes jump up diagonally to meet his.

“what did you and james fight about?” you ask, ignoring his statement before.

“that’s private” he says almost immediately after you stop speaking, at which you huff.

“that’s great, hwang. i love talking to you when you get defensive” you say sarcastically, continuously stirring the potion.

He exhales irritatedly “then why do you always bring up stuff that you know I don’t want to talk about?”

“because, shocker hyunjin the world doesn’t revolve around you” you turn to him, gesturing with the hand that isn’t stirring the liquid “also jesus christ how much aftershave did you put on?” you scrunch up your nose.

He furrows his brows at you before scoffing “you’re the one to talk, your perfume is stinking up this place” he shakes his head as he looks away from you.

“excuse me?” you turn to him.

“yea- as soon as I got here all I could freaking sme-“ he stops himself and his expression softens as he looks from the liquid in pot back to your face.

“what?” you ask, still infuriated as you look over to see the silver spiralling steam coming out of the pot, signalling that the amortentia is working.

“wow!” your professor comes over and applauds “that’s looking really good kids!”

You feel the blood rush to your head when you lock eyes with hyunjin again.

“I don’t feel too good professor I need to go to the bathroom” you quickly excuse yourself before storming out of the classroom, not waiting for an answer.

Hyunjin is quick to tell him that he’ll go check on you before running after you.

“y/n” he yells down the hall “can you stop running away from me? its getting old” he pants as he catches up with you.

“I never told you to follow me” you snap back, not stopping “leave me alone”

“no” he grabs your wrist to stop you, looking into your eyes when he succeeds “I like you, a lot”

“and I know that you like me back” his eyes are soft when he looks into yours.

“so for as long as you smell my aftershave and I smell your perfume in the amortentia I will run after you” you swallow when he closes in on your personal space.

“it doesn’t matter what I smell because I don’t know if i can trust you” you say quietly.

“I understand, but what can I do to change that?” he asks seriously, you shrug your shoulders.

Hyunjin gnaws at his lower lip, sliding his hand down your wrist to enclose your smaller hand in his.

“how about I can be your boyfriend for like 2 weeks, as a test run” you chuckle and shake your head.

“no-no listen” he pleads.

“yea- okay” you signal him to keep going.

“and if you don’t want me after that we’ll just stop, no pressure no anything, we don’t even have to tell people” he proposes.

“you don’t want to tell people because you don’t want other girls to know?” you ask teasingly.

“I- no-“ he sighs when he sees your grin.

At the same moment the door to the classroom open and the whole class comes out for their lunch break.

Hyunjin looks at you before looking back at them.

“what?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer you.

“hey!” he shouts at the fellow students including james and victoire “I like her!” he points at you.

“oh my god” you whisper, burying your face in your hand embarrassedly.

“a lot!!” he continues before looking down at you “she’s smart and funny and not to mention incredibly beautiful”

“get a room” someone yells before the students laugh and move past the two of you.

“I don’t care about other girls” he turns to you again “please?”

You inhale deeply before nodding “okay”

His pretty lips form into a big smile as his hands find your waist over your cloak.

“so does that mean I’m your boyfriend now?” he pulls you closer to his body, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes turning into crescents.

“14 days test trial boyfriend, sure” you grin back as he slowly leans down.

“but” you say, making him stop his actions “you’ll need to earn the first kiss as my boyfriend” you softly tap your index finger against his lips.

He groans playfully and buries his face into your neck “okay” he mumbles “whatever you want” he presses a kiss to your cheek as you grin victoriously.

"are you ever going to tell me why you and james fought in class two days ago?"

"It's not that serious" hyunjin shakes his head, not looking up from the notes on his lap.

"okay" you hum, pushing you hair back when a breeze of wind rushes through hagrids pumpkin field.

You observe the tall blond boy sitting on one of the huge pumpkins next to the one you're sitting on.

"did it possibly have to do with the big griffyndor vs slytherin quidditch match coming up?" you absently tap your feather against the tough skin of the pumpkin.

He sighs, looking up at you "yea"

"Scouts are coming and seekers aren't needed as much as other players, you know, since there's only one in each team" he runs a hand through his hair.

"so we know only one of us could possibly get scouted" you lock eyes.

"you dont know that" you try cheering him up "what if they think the both of you are amazing?"

Hyunjin chuckles "that's sweet of you but even if they did, they'd probably pick james because of his name"

You frown.

"Not that he isnt talented or anything but, you know" he shrugs.

"no, baby dont think like that. I've seen you play, you're amazing, anyone with eyes sees that" hyunjins eyes crinkle up as his pretty lips stretch into a smile.

He pushes himself off of his pumpkin to lean against yours.

"you just called me baby for the first time" he tilts up his chin, locking eyes with you.

"thats the only thing you took from my emotional speech just now?" you snicker, leaning down to boop his nose with yours.

"wanna kiss you so bad right now" hyunjin mumbles, biting his lower lip.

"hmm" you hum "not yet"

"Hey kids, listen i'm all for young love but please not on my pumpkins" hagrid shouts from his window.

"shit" hyunjin laughs.

"sorry hagrid"

"you came" hyunjin beams at you, gracefully landing on his feet next to you on one of the high tribunes.

"you asked me to" you tilt your head, as he steps closer.

"yea but it's only a practice game so-"

"i'm still gonna support my boyfriend" you grin, getting on your toes a little to kiss his cheek.

He blushes a little, his cheeks matching the faint redness of his nose, which you attribute to the cold weather; you swear it's the cutest thing he's ever done.

"are you blushing" tease him, cradling his cheeks in your hands.

"am not" he huffs sarcastically at which you giggle and press another kiss to his cheek.

"ay hwang! we dont have all day" a male voice calls for your boyfriend.

He looks back briefly to nod at his teammate .

"come with me after practice? i wanna show you something" he requests.

"yea, okay" you smile.

"okay, have fun watchig, babe" he drops a kiss to your cheek before turning his back to you.

"wait" you hold his arm "you forgot something"

"what?" hyunjin frowns.

"this" you place your hands on his cheeks once more and pull him flush to yourself, slotting your lips against his.

You hear his broom hitting the ground, a second later his hands encase your waist, pulling you closer.

The faint sound of hyunjins teammates hollering is the last thing you hear before his tongue prods at the seam of your lips.

The blood rushing to your ears keeps you from hearing anything but your tongues chasing each other.

You only seperate from each other when a high pitched whistle fills the air.

"fuck" he breathes, grinning before dropping a last kiss to your lips.

"continue this later?" youbite your lip as he picks up his broom.

"definetely" he winks before pushing himself off the ground to meet his teammates hovering in the middle of the field.

"that was so hot" you jump at victoires voice.

"what the fuck" you hold your chest as you turn around to see your bestfriend take a seat on the tribunes.

"how much did you see?" you adjust your green-white scarf as you sit down next to her.

"enough babe, that was a sexy girl move" she fiddles at you scarf as well.

You laugh "yea?"

"hell yea, look" she points up at hyunjin, where him and his teammates are still talking, one of them pushing hyunjins shoulder playfully.

"they are totally jealous of him" she squeals "and i'm totally jealous of you" she squints her green eyes teasingly.

“i can’t believe they let you use the prefects bathroom” you awe as you look around the spacious room with high walls and windows, where he had taken you after practice.

"one of the perks when you're the star of the slytherin quidditch team" hyunjin grins, dropping his slytherin coat to the ground.

He walks over to the gigantic bathtub and turns on the water, glancing over at you.

"luke warm or hot?" his hand rests on the tab.

"huh?" your head snaps over at him.

He chuckles "the bathwater"

"oh, uh hot" you nod.

"fitting" hyunjin grins, mumbling.

"Hm?" you lock eyes as you take off your coat and mimick hyunjin in dropping it to the ground.

"nothing" he giggles, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"take it off" he whispers against your lips, his fingers tugging at your shirt.

You comply and get rid of your clothes.

"Ooh" you sound as you step inside the big tub thats filled to the brim with bubbles.

"good?" hyunjin asks as he takes your hand to help you inside, he himself already sat down.

"great" you close your eyes as his arms envelope you from behind, leaning back against his chest.

“so what’d you think of seeing me play?” he whispers after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“fishing for compliments are we?” you joke.

“ha ha” he murmurs against your neck, making goosebumps spread over your legs which doesn’t go unnoticed by him when his hand runs up your thigh.

“feels nice?” hyunjin runs his nose against the shell of your ear.

“hmh” you nod, closing your eyes when you feel his lips on his neck, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

“this?” he whispers, one of his large hands palming your breast, pinching your nipple as the other hand softly travels over your mound.

You open your eyes “hyunjin”

“hm?” he continues to kiss at your neck.

“wait a second, please” you say, moving from your spot from between his legs.

“whats going on?” hyunjin asks concernedly, reaching for your arm, urging you to stradde him.

“I just feel like I have to tell you this” you say, playing with his hair at the back of his head.

“what are you so nervous about baby” he huffs, smiling when you shake your head.

“I- I don’t know” you sigh, his hands soothing up your back.

“I” you exhale shakily “I’m a virgin”

“huh?” he blinks, his eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.

“I mean I- I didn’t know” he runs his hands down your arms to take your hands in his “but I really don’t care if that’s what you were scared of”

“well, kind of” you grow a little smaller out of embarrassment.

“hey” he chuckles, pulling you a little higher on his lap “you didn’t actually think I’d laugh at you or something, did you?” he gets more serious.

“I don’t know, you always called me ‘miss goody shoes’” you mumble, pushing some hair behind his ear.

“baby I was joking” he cups your face “you know just like little boys who pull the little girls pigtails because that’s the only way they know how to get their attention”

You scoff “you never actually pulled on my hair though”

“yea, cause I don’t know if you’re into that yet” he quips, your jaw going slack.

“you little sh-“ you slap his shoulder, the water sloshing and some bubbles flying into the air as hyunjins laughter fills the room.

“I’m kidding” he laughs, catching your hand in his.

“I’m kidding” he whispers again when leaning in to press his lips to yours.

“you are my good girl though” he whispers against your lips, your heart stuttering at his words and your core clenching.

He bites his lip as if he knows what effect he has on you, you part your lips to say something but instead of words coming out, a little whimper tumbles from your lips.

“cute” he giggles before slotting his lips against yours, a groan tearing from his throat when you suck at his lower lip.

His arms circling your waist to pull your chest flush against his warm one, a groan tears from his throat when you suck on his lower lip.

You loop your arms around his neck and angle your head to deepen the kiss, gasping a little when you feel his erection poke against you pubic bone.

“sorry” he smiles coyly, reaching down to adjust himself.

“don’t worry I don’t want to wait forever, you know i-“ you explain.

“hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, we’ll do whatever you want, I lo-“ he cuts himself off.

“you?” you repeat after him questioningly.

“I” he laughs “shit, uhm” his fingers draw circles on the skin of your hips.

"I've had a crush on you for like half a year now" he chuckles.

"huh?" you lock eyes.

"yea" he grins "remember when that one ravenclaw asshole called you a muggleblood and you let him have it six ways from sunday?" you giggle as you remember the incident.

"I got detention for that" you smile at him.

"yea but only because you turned his nose into a rhinos horn" he laughs with you.

“anyways, that’s when I was like… damn she’s cool as hell” he recalls, tucking a wet strand of your hair behind your hear.

“why did you never talk to me?” you ask, running your finger over his toned chest.

“I wanted to but you always seemed to avoid me and I didn’t want to annoy you” hyunjin closes his eyes, feigning regret.

“I had a crush on you so I was scared to be around you” you confess “but to be fair every girl in this grade has a crush on you” you roll your eyes playfully.

“well you’re the one in this bathtub with me right now” he grins, leaning forward to place a kiss on your collarbone.

You hum “yea I am”, when hyunjin licks at the base of your throat before gently sucking at the soft skin.

“wanna turn around again?” he cocks up one of his eyebrows.

“why?” you grin “so you can feel me up better?”

“exactly” he kisses your lips before you comply to his wish.

You lie your head back against his shoulder as he presses kisses to your temple, lifting one of your hands to caress the side of his face.

“how are these bubbles not dissolving?” you think out loud.

“magic” hyunjin whispers, kissing the skin under your ear.

You giggle when his hands move down your sides.

“can I touch you?” he asks quietly, kissing the slope of your neck.

“please” you mewl.

“you’re so perfect baby” hyunjin says, palming both of your breasts before moving one hand in between your legs, which you instinctively spread for him.

You can feel an amused puff of air against your neck “see? you are my good little girl”

Your stomach tightens in arousal when he brushes two fingers through your folds.

“aren’t you?” he mumbles against your skin after sucking a bruise onto your neck.

“yes” you moan when he draws circles over your clit.

“hyunjin” you whimper, the warmth in your core spreading into your limbs.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby” he rasps, his fingers picking up the pace.

You grab onto his bicep as you throw your head back, pleasure booming behind your lid as hyunjin suckles on your earlobe.

“fuck” you cry out.

“that’s it baby” he urges you on, rubbing at your sanity as you try not to fall into him completely.

“I’m close” you mutter, bucking your hips up to meet the friction of his fingers.

“come for me, babygirl” he whispers “I got you baby”

The knot in your stomach snaps and spikes of pleasure flood through your system as high pitched moans tear from your throat.

Hyunjin slows down his fingers when your legs start trembling and you gasp for air.

“good fucking girl” he chuckles, gently rubbing your folds before you hold his hand still, the overstimulation setting in.

“fuck” you groan before he tilts your head up to catch your lips with his.

Humming into the kiss before you break it, hyunjin bites his lip as he grins down at you.

You can feel the blood rushing through your face and quickly bury it in the crook of his neck; his throat vibrating with laughter.

“don’t go shy on me now, pretty girl” he mumbles, fingers dancing over your stomach.

“sorry” you giggle before looking up to kiss him again.

“don’t be sorry, you’re perfect” he kisses you back.

After getting out of the tub first and wrapping a towel around his hips, hyunjin helps you get out and wraps a towel around you and rubbing you dry vigorously.

“baby ow” you laugh and take the towel from him.

“sorry” he giggles, cradling your cheeks in his hands and pressing a wet smooch to your lips.

“eww” you laugh but he holds your face still in his hands “don’t ew your boyfriend”

You smile “apropos boyfriend”

“yea?” he releases your face, pushing some hair out of his face.

“I think I want to upgrade you from test trial boyfriend to real boyfriend” you say sheepishly, looking down.

“only if you’re up for it though, I don’t want you to leave me hanging-“

“yes” he interrupts you “I am up for it, like… super up for it” he steps even closer.

“really?” you ask as you wrap the large towel around your torso.

“yes!” he chuckles, kissing your cheek before moving to the other one before attacking your nose.

“okay! okay” you squeal.

“does that mean you’ll come to the game as my girlfriend and cheer me on and stuff?” he grins, wiggling his brows cutely.

“yes, yes I will” you promise before locking lips again.

a/n: hi there! thank u for being so patient with me! i was rly crammed up with life lol. anyways i feel like this was kinda lack luster, but i intend on writing a thrid part as the finale of a trilogy i guess lol.

so thank you sm for reading if you’ve made it this far, lots of love to you <3

(also unedited so pls dont come for me im tireddd lol)

#this was so bad iowdepfh #but i dont wanna keep yall waiting for so long ah im sorry #im a faliure lolz #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hogwarts!au #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #slytherin!hyunjin #hyunjin hogwarts!au #stray kids hogwarts!au #hyunjin fluff #silver solution

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Halloween

Description: Ross MacDonald x Reader (Female) | You and your group of friends had loved Halloween since being kids and every year you went above and beyond with your costumes. When you needed a duo costume Ross was always the one you’d go to and over the years you’d become closer and closer. And that means that feelings get stronger and stronger. But would you be in for a trick or a treat?

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: Game of Thrones spoilers

A/N: Happy Halloween everyone! Here’s my little treat to you all! My Ross Anon thank you so much for sending this in. This is one of my favourite fics I’ve written and I’m glad it’s for my favourite member of one of my favourite bands. Hope you all enjoy! I’d love to see some of your reactions! Thank you for reading x

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Halloween traditions had taken place between you and your friends for years. It was something you always loved to do.

Seeing how big the ‘holiday’ was in America made you wish you were over there to celebrate. Most people around your parts didn't really care so it wasn't a big deal to dress up.

Most of your other friends saw it as an excuse to have a piss up at someone’s house, which was fine, but Halloween to you was about being scary or putting actual effort into your costume. Bunny ears and devil horns paired with a slutty dress really wasn't your style.

So you were glad you had actual friends who had the same mentality as you. Not that your lad friends would have condemned you for dressing slutty but they knew you liked to go all out for Halloween. So that's what you’d always done.

Growing up on the outskirts of Manchester meant that you could always quickly and easily go into town to find yourself something. Whether that be clothes for normal days or shopping for your favourite night of the year.

You mainly had guy friends so it was quite easy to go as something fun or scary for Halloween. And you were thankful that they were as into it as you because each year you set a budget of how much you wanted to spend on a costume.

The five of you had been friends since primary school but you’d somehow always been together for Halloween. Whether as kids that were staying at one of their houses and watching scary films after you'd been trick or treating, or eventually going out to parties... It was always the five of you.

~*~*~*~ 2003 ~*~*~*~

“What are we doing for Halloween this year?” You ask, sitting yourself down next to Matty on his settee.

“Don’t know” Matty sighs, “We need to go out and have a good around”

You look around at the other three boys who surrounded you. George already looked bored of the conversation, or perhaps he wasn't paying attention at all.

Adam looked half interested, but you could tell that he was as useless as Matty for ideas. Ross looked interested in the topic of conversation but again seemed to be no help because he was just sitting waiting for someone else to come up with something.

“I don’t mind doing face paints?” You offer, knowing you’d be decent at it. You were Fourteen and could do your makeup surprisingly well when you put your mind to it. “I think I’ll be able to do it”

“Yeah that’s good. Let’s see what costumes we can find and then you can see what face paint you can do” Ross smiles and the rest of the lads nod in agreement.

Hours later you found yourself in Manchester in the Arndale browsing the shops in search for the perfect costume. You didn't necessarily all want to go as something scary but if you weren't doing anything scary, you wanted to do something you needed to put some sort of effort into.

But maybe it wasn't the year for that and you’d have to do something like that when you were all older. You were half sure you each had a £20 note and maybe at a push one of you had an extra £5.

You were only 14 years old afterall, there weren't many ways you could get more money without begging your parents for it. And none of you were like that.

So you were all in one of the pop up shops browsing the abundance of costumes that the shop had to offer when you and Ross saw exactly what you could go as. You both paused, looked at each other and when the grin broke out on both of your faces, you had to shout the others over.

“Guys” You shout, and when they turn around to look at you, you wave them over. “I’ve got an idea”

That year you ended up going as a green ghost and the lads went as the ghostbusters. It was really fun and the pictures that you all took were all hilarious.

You’d attended one of your friends house parties and it was such a fun night. That was one of the first nights you’d got properly drunk and there was a photo of Ross almost having to pick you up and put you over his shoulder because you’d passed out and needed to get home.

You didn't remember getting home, but apparently he and George helped you back. Something which you were grateful to them for, but didn’t remember.

All you could picture from the night before was having a great time with your mates and to you that meant that you wouldn't change anything about it.

~*~*~*~ 2006 ~*~*~*~

This year, Halloween was going to be a little more difficult. You desperately wanted to go as characters from your favourite Halloween film, The Nightmare Before Christmas, but you needed one of the boys to be your Jack Skellington.

Last year you all went as the Power Rangers and you painted the masks onto each of your faces. You were the pink one, George was blue, Matty was red, Ross was black, and Adam was green.

The year before that you’d been tasked with putting your creativity to the test and you’d made really gruesome facial wounds with makeup and a wax that would stay on all your faces. You'd been really proud of it because all five of you got compliments all night and all the boys said it was your handy work.

However, you knew that this year was going to be different. You obviously wanted your Jack Skellington, but you didn't think you were going to find yourself one.

Unfortunately at the age of 17 you hadn’t yet found yourself a boyfriend. You weren't the only one so you weren't that fussed, but that just meant it would be harder for you to persuade one of your friends to be the other half of your ‘couple’ costume.

And you knew how stubborn these boys were. You knew that this year Matty and George wanted to go as Shaggy and Scooby.

Adam and his girlfriend wanted to go as Gomez and Moticia, so Adam was out of the question. So that meant that you only had one option left.

So you’d gone round to Ross’ house under the pretence of a movie night with him, to ask him if he would dress up with you. But you when you did you were half way through your second film and he was having none of it.

“Ross please” You beg him, getting onto your knees on his bed so you were blocking the TV from his view.

The brunette just shakes his head at you, “Y/N/N I don’t really want to”

You put your hands on his shoulders so he’d stop trying to look around you, “Please”

“Y/N/N” Ross sighs, before picking up the remote to pause Scream 2.

“Ross, come on” You beg him, and you’re pleading with your eyes when you say, “I never ask you for anything and none of the other lads will do it with me”

“What so I’m your last resort?” Ross asks you with his eyebrows raised.

“No, you’re the first person I've asked” You tell him honestly, “But I know that they definitely won't do it with me”

Ross shakes his head and gestures to his bedroom door, as if his mates were there, “Well go ask them”

“Ross please” You’re just fully begging now, “I’ll do anything”

A smirk makes its way onto the brunette's face then. He also raises his eyebrows suggestively when he asks, “Anything?”

“Almost anything” You roll your eyes.

You and Ross had been weirdly flirting with each other now and again over the past few months. You think he started doing it more when he complimented you on how you looked and when you went all shy and flustered on him, he enjoyed it.

So here you were now months down the line, probably a lot closer friends because of it too, and he was flirting with you whilst you both sat on his bed.

Ross’ smirk gets impossibly bigger and you can hear the suggestive tone when he grins, “You know you want to Y/N/N”

You scoff a little, “Ross MacDonald the only way you'll get me into bed is if you somehow make me stop thinking of you as my friend”

“Kiss me then and see if it changes your mind” Ross tells you confidently, moving a little closer to you, but not so much that he made you want to retreat.

“I’m not kissing you” You shake your head, your jaw a little agape until you can control yourself a little better.

You weren't expecting him to say that of all things today. This was the most overt he’d been in his flirting with you.

Ross usually liked to do it when the other guys were around, so you would get all flustered. You thought it was in hopes that one of your other friends would notice and call you out on it and ask you why.

But there had also been lingering touches too. For example, when you hugged him he would hold you for the slightest bit longer, and other times he would find a way to innocently get his hands on you, but the subtle acts of affection would have your heart rate double in speed.

“Kiss me and I'll go as Jack Skellington with you next week” Ross tries to bargain dropping the cocky act, just hoping that you would actually kiss him.

He can tell just by the way you’re looking at him that you were flustered and didn't know what to do. You more than likely didn't believe him either but he really wanted to try his luck.

Ross could also practically see the cogs whirring around in your head trying to think of a way out or an alternative to the ultimatum he just gave you. But he could see how desperate you were just a few minutes earlier.

“Don't try and think of a way around it, I just won't do it. I'll go as Jack Sparrow like I was meant to” Ross tells you and you know he’s serious.

You think about it for a few seconds and you know he’s not going to change his mind. So you give in, “Fine” and offer his hand to shake, as if it was a real business transaction.

Ross takes your hand and shakes it and you can tell he is about to smirk at you. You could practically see it rising to his lips, so to stop that you remove your hand from his after you’d completed the shake and you hold your index finger up at him.

“But you get your kiss on Halloween” You tell him.

And his entire face falls, “That wasn't the deal”

You're a little proud of yourself for making him drop his cocky act, so you tell him with a smirk, “You didn't specify when you wanted the kiss… And you already shook on it, you have to live up to your end of the deal now and be my Jack Skellington”

“Then shake my hand again to promise me that I'll get my kiss on Halloween” Ross says, holding his hand out to you.

You hold back your smirk as you take his hand and shake it.

Before either of you knew it October 31st was upon you and Ross had just walked into your bedroom. You already had all your face and body paint out ready to get started, so you were eager that your friend had finally arrived.

“Sit down, sit down” You usher him in and to sit on your desk chair.

You prep him on everything you were going to do and Ross seemed fine with everything. He was just glad that it was finally Halloween and he would get his kiss from you today.

“Am I okay to gel your hair back?” You ask him, sitting opposite him on your bed.

Ross shuffled himself towards you because he knew you’d want him closer than he was on your chair in the middle of your room now. He smiles at you and says, “I mean, you’re going to do it anyway even if I say no”

“You’re right” You grin and get yourself to work.

You’d been working on his face for half an hour now and you had the base of his face down and outlines drawn, you just needed to add all the darker stuff before you add in your detail.

“Do you enjoy doing this?” Ross asked you over the music that you’d both put on.

You’d just been in a little trance as you worked on the area just under his eyes and he couldn't help but admire you as you worked. He knew that you'd do an excellent job as you always did with your Halloween stuff.

You’d always made them all look good.

“Yeah” You grin, looking away from the lines you are drawing and into his brown eyes, “You know how much I love Halloween”

“I mean doing makeup on people” Ross corrects himself, smiling at you a little seeing your Y/E/C eyes wander from his brown ones back to whatever art you were creating on his skin.

He was genuinely interested. Half the time he thought you were going to abandon your career ambitions of being a music producer to become a makeup artist. Sometimes when you walked into the room he’d be floored by how beautiful you looked with your makeup on.

He had the exact same reaction to when he saw you with your makeup off though.

“I mean I don’t mind it but I don’t want to do it unless it’s for Halloween” You tell him honestly, trying your best to concentrate on the dark lines you were creating around his eyes. “Like I wouldn’t paint kids faces at parties and stuff like that”

Ross nods when you move back to get some more face paint on your brush. He feels the need to assure you, “You’re really good at it”

You grin when you turn back towards him, “Thank you”

Another half an hour goes by and you've moved on to around his mouth, trying to get all the teeth painted on his lips and up onto his cheeks. Jack Skellington had a huge toothy smile and you were going to do your best to replicate that on your friend.

You were just glad he didn't have his beard that he so desperately wanted to grow, or this would be nothing but a fantasy. The conversation moves on to this ‘holiday’ as Halloween was both yours and Ross’ favourite day of the year.

“What are we going as next year?” Ross asks you as you get more paint on your brush again.

Ross had to be very aware of when he could speak as he knew you’d murder him if he ruined the art that you were putting onto his body. You’d hate him even more if he did it before you even got to the party.

You try your best to think of different duo Halloween costumes, but you couldn’t really think of much. You shrugged before randomly picking, “We could go as Woody and Jessie?”

Ross nodded a little, “That’s a fun one”

You both threw a few ideas out but Woody and Jessie seemed to be the preferred choice over them. Or that was the case until you had a brain wave.

“Oh, you know what would be good?” You ask, removing your brush away from his skin so he could get excited the same way you were.

Ross raised his now non existent eyebrows at you, and smiling at you seeing you bounce a little on your bed getting excited at whatever idea you’d just had. Your grinning like a mad woman when you say, “Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable”

Ross’ jaw dropped at that great idea. He loved it. “Oh my god, yes! Let’s do that”

“Okay sorted” You grin before you finish off his makeup by adding extra details with eyeshadow to create more definition where it was needed.

Another two hours went by and you were all Sally’ied up. And Ross wasn't shy with his compliments of what you’d created too.

All you had left to do was spray the top of Ross’ hair white and then put your costumes on. You’d gone all out with the costumes too, Ross had the striped suit and you had the patchy dress.

You loved these characters so much that you’d gone all out on body paint to make your arms blue, like the colour of Sally’s skin in the film, and you’d got tights that were blue too. You’d also got a decent wig and you could safely say that you were proud of what you’d created.

And you had to admit to yourself that Ross looked really good, especially in his suit.

When you were both dressed and ready to head downstairs to inevitably take pictures, Ross stopped you by your bedroom door. He was holding your waist when he asked, “So when do I get my kiss Sweetheart?”

“MacDonald you have to be joking” You shake your head at him, “We’ve been in here five hours, I’m not ruining our makeup just to kiss you”

“So when do I get it?” He was persistent and wanted an answer, and he was certain that you’d be flushed if your skin wasn’t painted blue.

“We have all night Ross” You remind him, “And I’m certainly not ruining either of our faces before we get to that party”

Ross lets you slip out of his grasp knowing you were right and it really would be a waste of time if you ruined your hard work before your other friends got a chance to compliment you on it.

When you both headed downstairs you got so many pictures with him it was unreal. It was truly a surprise he didn't want to escape you by the end of the night, because you’d been forced into a bunch more at the party too.

But Ross was still hanging around you, always ready to include you in a conversation that he was roped into, ensuring you were never left out. It had been a nice night and surprisingly uneventful.

All except for Ross’ lingering touches and tight holds. You didn't mind per say because you were drinking and if anyone questioned you on it you could just blame it on that.

Because there was no way in hell you’d be telling anyone that you liked the way it felt to have Ross hold you against his side like you were his. He was your friend who found it funny to flirt with you at the end of the day, and nothing more.

You certainly wouldn’t be jeopardizing that to find out if it was anything more.

But apparently your dearest friend didn't hold those same worries as you.

When you went around telling everyone that you were going home around 3am because your taxi was about to arrive, Ross followed you outside. Partly making sure you got in the car okay, but also partly for selfish reasons.

“Where’s my kiss?” Ross asked you after the door closed behind him, seeing you stood near the end of the driveway.

“Oh Ross” You cooed, walking over to him to cup his cheek. He looked down at you like he was confused and to be fair to him, he had every right to be. “Thought you’d have learnt by now MacDonald…”

“I said I’d kiss you on Halloween” You remind him, and Ross nods understanding that.

“It is Halloween” He says, looking at you like you’d lost the plot.

There was a little bip of a car horn then which made you turn around to signal 1 minute to the driver. When you turn back around to your close friend, you leant up to whisper into his ear.

“I didn't say I'd kiss you this Halloween” You grin, letting your lips brush against his ear as you said it.

When you move out of his grasp though, you send him an evil knowing smirk before you head over to your taxi. And Ross hated that this had been your plan all along.

So you left him there, outside the party with his jaw locked, and a little fuming at you that you’d played him like that. But he couldn't even bring himself to be angry at you for more than the 2 minutes he stood there watching the taxi drive away.

He’d practically spent the full day with you and he’d loved every second.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After that night Ross and you always did Halloween together no matter what. And those nights with each other were some of the best nights of both of your lives.

Despite Ross still not getting his kiss, even when it wasn’t Halloween.

2007 you both went as Kim and Ron like you’d agreed and the year after that you both made an appearance as Jessie and Woody from Toy Story. The next few years after that you all went back to group costumes.

2009 saw you all as the characters from the Wizard of Oz. You went as Dorothy, Ross was the lion, Matty was the scarecrow, Adam was the tinman,and George was Toto.

2010 you all went as the ghosts from Pac-Man which was quite fun running about chasing each other for half the night. The year after, you all went as Spongebob characters which was amusing when you did the voices all night.

In 2012 you all went as the Avengers which was amazing. You went as Black Widow, Ross went as Thor, Adam went as Hawkeye, Matty was Captain America, and George was Iron Man.

2013 resulted in you and Ross reverting back to your duo costumes and you went as Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan. The following year you went as Alice and the Mad Hatter but you made the characters slightly more gory with your makeup.

2015 saw you and Ross as a couple from The Purge but then the other lad jumped on the bandwagon and bought masks along with you. So the year again resulted in a really fun group costume.

But in 2016 there was a bit of a debate over Halloween because the guys were on their US tour. And that obviously meant that this was the first year you’d be alone this time around.

Or so you thought.

“Y/N/N come on” Ross pleaded with you over the phone.

“Ross I can't just fly out to America” You say still really shocked that he’d asked you to join them on tour.

Ross is adamant though, “Yes, you can”

“I can't” You tell him shaking your head as if he could see you.

There was no way you could be out of the studio for that long. You were trying to finish producing Wolf Alice’s upcoming album, and you all wanted it done as soon as possible and you were only at the beginning of the process now.

“You can” Ross tells you sternly, “I’ve already asked Jamie to give it you off and he said it's fine”

“Ross” You scorn him, “You can't do that”

You couldn’t believe you he’d gone above your head and asked Jamie.

“Well I can and he was fine with it. He said that the band needs a break from it anyway” Your best friend tells you, and he follows up with, “I'm sorry but it’s done now and your ticket is paid for”

“Ross” You gasp.

You had no idea he’d booked the ticket.

“Y/N, I've spent the last fifteen years doing Halloween with you and the fact that we have a show on Halloween means that you can’t not come and see it. And Hann has made it massively Star Wars themed so we're all dressing up on stage for the night ” Ross tells you, ”You can't not dress up and come to the show with us”

“Are you sure?” You ask after a few moments in complete shock.

But the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spend your favourite night of the year with him. You hadn’t seen him in person since early July and now it was the last week of October.

“Of course I’m sure Y/N/N” Ross tells you and you can hear how sincere he’s being.

“There'd literally be no point in me doing this Halloween show if you weren't there at the side of the stage, in a costume of your own, cheering me on” You can practically hear his smile thinking about it and it just gets you excited too.

“What am I even going to go as, apart from the obvious ones? There's not a lot of female characters in Star Wars and I'm assuming Matty is going as Princess Leia” You say with a massive grin on your face.

To be honest you could picture Matty taking the piss and showing up at her. It would be quite amusing.

Ross let out a loud laugh at what you said and you were silently giggling to yourself at the thought of it. He informed you that John was actually going as Leia and that thought alone had you in fits of giggles.

You had a massive grin on your face and it didn't leave as Ross told you that Matty was going as Kylo Ren, Adam was obviously going as Han Solo (you laughed more than you'd care to admit when he told you that), George was going as a Luke Skywalker in the Red 5 pilot outfit and Ross was going as Chewbacca.

“Ross you‘re going to be sweating so much” You laugh.

“Yeah I know but it's going to be so fun” He grinned, wishing he could see you get excited over Halloween, “And afterwards, when we go out, I'm going as Poe so I'll be alright after my shower”

You ask him curiously, “What do you want me to go as?”

“Personally...” Ross started, trying to contain the grin breaking out on his face, “I’d like to see you as Leia in that gold bikini”

“Course you would” You grin shaking your head even though he couldn't see you.

And you were glad he couldn’t because you could feel that your cheeks were hot.

The flirting between you hadn’t stopped over the years. It obviously did when you were both in relationships but it always creeped back in when you were both single.

“How about we go with Rey, if she hasn't been taken?” You suggest, remembering that her outfit in the film was pretty cool.

“She hasn't been taken, no, but I’d really like you to go as slave Leia” Ross informs you and you can hear his smirk.

Your jaw drops but you don’t let that affect you. You fire back, as if he didn’t just make you silently gasp, “We don't always get what we want”

“I know“ Ross grins, “I’ve been waiting for my Halloween kiss for the past decade”

You giggle, “Are you still not over that?”

“Absolutely not, you left me there absolutely gutted. Seventeen year old me is still injured” Ross tells you and you can hear the humour in his voice.

“Well Ross, maybe if you didn't get a girlfriend the next year you’d have got it then” You tease.

Ross just gasps though, “Says you! You’re the one who was in a relationship for five years after that”

“Don’t say that like you were left out” You say a little offended. “Halloween has been, and always will be, mine and yours’ thing... Still dressed up with you every single year and I have done since I can remember”

Ross mumbles, “I know” a few times and you settle into a small comfortable silence. You liked it when you were just aware of the others presence and that you could speak up when you wanted to.

“I‘m glad you're coming this year… It means a lot Y/N/N” Ross tells you genuinely.

You smile hearing him say that. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from fully grinning.

You tell him honestly but say it as a little joke, “I'm glad I don't have to spend it on my own”

You chat for a little longer, getting as much out of the phone call as you could. With you busy during the day with work, it left you tired most nights and with Ross in America at least 5 hours behind you, there weren't many nights you found yourselves able to talk to each other.

But when you’re wrapping up your conversation, you think back to your costume for this year. “Okay so we're in agreement on my costume then?”

“Yeah of course” Ross tells you, “I’ll order you the slave Leia costume now, just send me your sizes”

You can hear his suggestive smirk and it makes you smile but you sternly tell him, “Rey, Ross...I’m being serious”

“Whatever Princess” Ross grins, “I’ll see you soon”

~*~*~*~

The concert in Pittsburgh was amazing and was easily their best and funniest gig you'd been to. You were standing at the side of the stage and you couldn't stop laughing the entire time.

Partly because you were watching Matty walk around with a lightsaber on stage like it was always meant to happen and because Hann was Han Solo and you found it a lot funnier than you should have. But also partly, and mostly, because you were watching Ross play bass in a fucking Chewbacca costume.

It was everything you didn't know you needed in your life.

It was so fun earlier watching them all get changed. It was like a new lease of life before they all went on stage.

You hadn’t seen them like this before and it was really refreshing to see all of your friends so energised before a gig. It was unusual because usually it was a calm before the storm atmosphere, but this time it was the complete opposite.

Matty was waving his lightsaber around like he was a Jedi Knight or a Sith Lord and to be fair to him he was pretty good at it. You’d been surprised multiple times when he hadn't dropped the thing to the ground.

George, dressed in his orange jumpsuit, was standing on the settee that was backstage and he was jumping all over it like he was in an X-Wing trying to make his way through the Kessel Run. He was acting crazy, like Michael Scott from The Office in the parkour scene, except with Star Wars sound effects being released from his lips.

Adam was just as bad getting his blaster out of his holster every few seconds to try and make George dodge the shots he was ‘firing’. But unsurprisingly the loudest one of them all was your Wookiee who was making the Chewbacca noise at the top of his voice.

God help him when he had to sing ‘End of your cigarette’ later on.

They dragged you into being loud too. You were dressed in Rey's costume, obviously from The Force Awakens, a film you’d seen many times with this bunch.

So you really shouldn't have been surprised when Matty dragged you into a lightsaber fight like you really were the characters who you were dressed up as. You’d been fighting for a few minutes, trying your best to actually fight but also trying not to break the lightsabers you had.

“Are you really trying to use the force right now?” You laugh as you circle each other, watching Matty as he held his hand up in the air at you.

Matty grinned, “Thought choking you might distract you”

“The thought might do if you were Adam Driver. But alas… You're just Matthew Healy” You shrug the comment off.

He had nothing on Adam Driver.

“Sorry, I'll get your Chewie over here to do it to you instead” Matty teased, his tongue teasingly sticking out a bit, knowing about the weird flirty relationship between you and Ross.

You shook your head at the curly haired man before you started fighting with him again. This time with a little more incentive to injure him.

Unfortunately though, he was saved by the bell and it was showtime. You wished them all luck before you made your way to the side of the stage so you could watch the new and improved movie titles move up the screen.

You loved every single second of this concert. You were so glad you’d been invited and you came.

During the break between the encore Ross had come over to you to tell you that everyone was coming on stage who was dressed up and he told you that you had to as well. You agreed but there was no way in hell you’d be doing it.

You just told him what he wanted so he’d leave you to it and so he could get back to his job. However when the end of the gig was upon you, and you were refusing to come out, Ross came over to the side of the stage and pulled you on to the centre with Matty, George, and Adam along with the rest of the crew and you were just all stood there cheering along with the crowd.

The night had been amazing and certainly one you’d never forget. You were watching your best friends perform on stage in Pittsburgh and they were dressed as Star Wars characters.

It was mental and you loved every second.

When you all walked off stage and got into a more spacious room everyone spread out, but you were still in Ross’ arms. He pulled you into a hug when you walked to the side of the large room and you hugged your Wookiee back.

You could feel how hot he was through his costume and you honestly weren’t surprised. You raised your hands up to remove his mask for him and your jaw dropped when you saw his face underneath.

One, because he was the sweatiest you’d ever seen him, and two, he looked so fucking good. The fine layer of sweat that coated his skin made him look like he was glowing, his hair was a little matted against his forehead but it held in a way that just looked very attractive to you.

And when his brown eyes connected with your Y/E/C ones, your heart skipped a beat. You could see that he was full of adrenaline, completely happy, and buzzing with excitement.

“You’re so sweaty, oh my god” You gasp, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to not comment again.

“You love me so you shouldn't care” Ross said as he pulled you into another warm hug.

Of course, you hugged him back, letting his mask fall to the floor as you did so. When your arms went tight around his neck, you said, “Yeah I do love you, but I’ll love you more after your shower”

“You‘re dripping wet” You say, brushing your hand down his chest on the fur on his costume from the sweat that coated your hand when you held the back of his neck to hug him.

Ross smirked down at you then, “You sure that's not you seeing me in this wonderful outfit?”

“Oh yeah” You play along, grinning up at him, making no moves to get out of his steady hold on you, “Chewbacca’s fit as fuck”

Ross chuckles down at you then and you see his gaze flick to your lips for a brief second. It seems to spark a memory on his mind because a second later he asks you, “Can I have my kiss now then Darling?”

“Go and have a shower and I’ll think about it” You tell him with a little smirk over the noise of the busy room.

“Want a kiss on my cheek before I go” He tells you with a torturous smirk.

God he looked so good. But you didn’t want to give in that easily.

“You‘re all sweaty Ross” You protest and try and move out of his grip.

His hold on your just tightens though so your stuck against his body as he says, “I‘m not letting you go until I get it”

“Fine” You shake your head before looking back at his glistening cheek.

You lean up and you quickly place a kiss on his left cheek. The top of his beard prickles the bottom of your lip, but it just makes you all the more aware that it is your best friend Ross who you were kissing.

“And the other cheek” Ross tells you when you pull away.

He’d never been such a needy person with you before. When Ross came home each time of course you always gave him a massive hug and a kiss on the cheek.

But something was different about it right here and right now. And you both knew that.

“What are we? French?” You giggle a little.

“If you wanna French kiss me Y/N, you’re very welcome to” Ross grins down at you and you can’t help but laugh.

Your cheeks were definitely getting hotter but you couldn’t find it in you to care when he held your hips the way he was doing. You just tried to remain calm under his intense gaze.

“Pushing your luck now” You chuckle.

“Fine” Ross smiles but turns his head, “Kiss on the cheek”

You lean in to kiss his right cheek expecting to get the same fine layer of swear on his smooth skin with the top of his beard prickling your lip again. But instead you're met with his lips because Ross had turned his head at the last second to make sure he finally got his Halloween kiss.

It’s only a peck but your eyes widen from it and when you pull away, your jaw has dropped. Ross is the complete opposite though. He’s completely overjoyed that his little trick had paid off and he lets you go and jumps away from you.

It was the reaction you’d expect from a man who’d had a hard life winning the lottery and never having to work again. It was like his dreams had come through.

Ross teased you about it for a good two minutes, watching as you grew more flustered with every passing comment. He loved your reaction to him though, he would forever enjoy making you stumble on your words because of something he did.

When Ross rushed off to his dressing room to have a shower you stayed behind not wanting to be in anyone’s way. It was also an attempt to control yourself again.

You managed to peel your jaw off the ground when you sat yourself down on a random railing that was in the concrete room as you waited for your friends to rejoin you. You knew how eager everyone was to get to this party, so you were quite excited to spend the night with them.

But as you rested on this railing you slipped into your thoughts. And that was started by a simple old habit of yours that was your tongue wetting your lips.

When your tongue made contact with your lips you weren’t expecting the salty taste you found there. You realised quickly that the new taste on them had been left there from when your lips pressed to Ross’ skin. But the more you thought about it, it just lurred you deeper down the rabbit hole.

It made you wonder if that’s what his skin would taste like when you pressed a kiss to his neck after having some fun with him in his bed. Is that what his lips would taste like after you’d both coaxed an orgasm out of each other and you were basking in the feeling after it by attaching your lips to his?

You’d been having these thoughts for a while. The ones that questioned if you or Ross could be something more than you already were without ruining anything between you.

You spoke to him all the time, he was your confidant, someone you trusted wholly. But could you trust him with your heart?

You didn't know.

About an hour later, you were out at the bar that they had privately hired for the whole crew to have an awesome night and it truly was one. Halloween music played through the speakers and you already knew it was your favourite Halloween to date.

Everything about it was special. The setting, the amount of effort that had gone into it, the costumes, and the company.

You and your friends were all tipsy now. Whilst most of the crew was up on the dancefloor, you little group of friends were sat in a booth, just absorbing in the atmosphere and enjoying the conversations you were having.

You were also happy that Ross hadn’t shied away from you after earlier on. Not that you thought he would have done, but you were really glad he was acting the same flirty way with you even after he’d got his kiss.

“You look really good” Ross’ lips brushed your ear as he told you over the loud music.

You grin, leaning into his side a bit more, “Thank you”

You'd always liked to toy with him so you told the freshly showered man a lie, “You looked better with the Chewie mask on”

“Y/N” Ross’ jaw dropped, “I’m appalled”

You tipsily giggle, “I’m only joking”

You let your eyes wander up and down his new attire and his freshly gelled hair until your eyes find his again, “You make a good Poe Dameron”

“As good as Oscar Isaac?” Ross asks, despite knowing the way you just looked at him was a lot more than just checking his costume.

“You do well, Ross” You grin at him but then his smile turns into a teasing knowing smirk.

So you hold up a finger at him, “Don’t make me retract my compliment because you’re getting cocky”

“I got my kiss. Can’t help but be a bit cocky” Ross pulls you into his side a bit more and again you make no attempt to stop him.

“You mean you stole your kiss” You tell him with a knowing look.

That information didn’t seem to be important to him though, because Ross grins at you as he says, “But I got it is the main thing”

“You may have got a better one if you just waited” You tell him.

Patience is a virtue afterall.

Ross shakes his head though, “I don’t think I could have taken another year of waiting”

You grin, sort of liking knowing that he wanted to kiss you, “Got the patience of a saint, haven't you?”

“Well…” Ross smirks, ”You know me”

A few hours pass and you’re now standing just beside the table that held all your groups empty glasses and you hugged your friend close to you. Your arms were around Ross’ waist and his were around your shoulders, both drunkenly just enjoying the other's hold and company.

You both just stood there people watching for the longest time. Looking at Matty still wafting that stupid lightsaber about whilst Adam looked like he was on top of the world because he was finally his favourite character.

You think George had disappeared off for a smoke but you didn’t care much. You just felt completely content with your arms around your best friend and your face resting against his chest.

Standing there watching all your friends mess around with the crew having the best time just made your heart swell. You felt so lucky to be a part of their lives and you were thankful you’d stayed close friends with them all.

It seemed like a full lifetime ago that you were sitting in your bedroom turning Ross into Jack Skellington. Yet now you were here stood somewhere in Pittsburgh, in his arms and you honestly didn’t want to be anywhere else on your favourite night of the year.

Or any night of the year for that matter.

You pick your head up off his chest and look up at him. Ross’ drunken eyes meet yours and he gives you his adorable lazy grin all while feeling his hand absentmindedly run up and down your back. You couldn’t help but grin back.

“Thank you for bringing me here” You tell him, looking into beautiful brown eyes.

“Thank you for coming” Ross told you, “Don’t know what I’d do without you, especially today”

You felt your heart skip a beat at how genuine he was being with you. You knew he was being sincere with you

“Don’t know what I’d do without you in general” You tell him.

Ross stops caressing your back then and his hold on you goes firm, almost like he wanted you to really understand what he’s about to tell you next.

“You don’t ever have to find out” He tells you and you feel like you could just cry in happiness.

You do something then that Ross never believed would happen. But here you were removing your arms from around his back, reaching them up to the back of his neck and pulling him down so you could kiss him.

The moment your lips met it was like they were always meant to be attached. The peck before had been teasing but you both knew that this was the real deal.

As your lips moved against his, you felt his hold on you tighten which you encouraged by letting your fingers lace into the back of his hair that was in desperate need of a cut. You wanted him, you wanted more of him, and you were thankful Ross seemed to want more too because he deepened your kiss.

When your tongue met his, you both melted into each other. You didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world other than with him in the exact situation you were in now.

The way the butterflies erupted in your stomach was a clear indication that you obviously felt more than just friendship towards Ross. And the fact that your heart beat always picked up in his presence was another giveaway.

You were surprised you weren’t currently having a heart attack because you could feel how fast your heart was beating. And you’d only ever felt like this when you kissed someone you truly liked.

So the answer to your question of ’if you could trust Ross with your heart or not’ was something you truly didn't know. But then another question came from that which was, ‘Were you filling to find out?’

And from this kiss alone you knew that you were willing to give him everything.

~*~*~*~ 2019 ~*~*~*~

“Can you just let me do this to you please” You beg the brunette.

“You can do whatever you want to me if you stay sat like that” Ross says suggestively with a massive smirk on his face.

You were currently straddling his waist in an attempt to get a start on his Halloween makeup. It was the only way you could get him to stop moving and he evidently wasn’t complaining about the position.

“Ross” You shake your head at your boyfriend of almost 3 years. “I‘ve sat like this plenty of times with a lot less clothes on and you've been less suggestive then”

Ross just rolls his eyes at you, but his suggestiveness stays, “Maybe I just want you like that now with a lot less clothes on”

“You can wait till later on” You tell him, picking up your sponge that held the white face paint.

“But I want you now Darling” Ross purred into your ear after leaning forward and nuzzling your neck.

“Macdonald, stop it” You tell him sternly when you feel him begin to trail kisses down your neck.

However, you made no attempt to actually get him to move away. You liked the feeling of his lips on your skin too much.

“You‘ve never once told me to stop kissing your neck and I don't intend to start doing now” Your boyfriend tells you, his kisses becoming a little more possessive on your skin.

“Ross” You sigh.

It was a little half hearted telling off though because you put the sponge back down and tilted your head a little to let him carry on the pleasurable actions. Who wasn’t a sucker for neck kisses?

“Y/N” Ross grins against your skin, evidently loving that he knew you weren’t going to stop him just yet.

After another minute, you had to call time, “Okay, you've had your fun”

You use the hand that wasn’t covered in white paint to pull on his hair and remove his lips from your skin. You look into his brown eyes and give him a silent warning before you air a verbal one.

“Let me finish you off” You tell him picking your sponge back up.

You’d only covered his forehead. You needed to get a move on, the party was in 5 hours and when you practiced the look you were going for, it took you 2 hours to do it on yourself.

“Stand up a second and let me get my pants off then” Ross teases and he makes you release a noise that was something between a scoff and a gasp.

“You know I mean your face paint, you horny bastard” You say slapping his chest which makes him laugh.

You were really good at creative makeup, a skill that you were so glad you’d stumbled across all those years back after buying the same shitty costumes got boring. You were going as clowns this year and you didn't want to go as Pennywise or anything so you just decided to have a mess around with the makeup that you had.

George was throwing the party this year and obviously you and Ross were going as a matching pair like you’d been doing for years. Except this time you and Ross were obviously an actual couple, like you were last year too.

You shouldn't have been so stubborn for so long with refusing to kiss him, because on Halloween night all after his concert you’d barely been apart since. Your relationship started at the end of that American tour and you’d been with him happily ever since.

About an hour into you painting his face, Ross asks you, “What's your favourite costume of ours been?”

“I don't know” You say, still concentrating on trying to turn him into a scary jester. “I thought Mario and the gang was fun last year”

Matty and George went as Mario and Luigi, you were Princess Peach and Ross was Donkey Kong and Adam was Waluigi. It had been hilarious and one of your favourite ones, mostly because you pissed about all night, and Matty kept stealing you from Ross, like a role reversal of the actual game.

“I thought that the year before as the Game of Thrones characters was good” Ross thought out loud and you had to agree.

“Yeah... To be honest, I enjoyed being Daenerys and you were a good Night King” You smiled at the memory, applying the layers of paint to Ross’ skin delicately now.

“I can’t believe how amazing you did my make up that year. Like everyone didn't know who i was” Ross couldn’t help but grin.

He’d been so over the moon to be in amazing makeup that you’d created, and at the same time he was so proud of you being so clever. He truly thought he had the perfect girlfriend, there was no way you could get any better.

“That may have been because you clean shaved for it though” You think out loud and smile when you add, “When I woke up the next morning I was like ‘Where's my Ross gone?’”

“Yeah yeah, I remember you begging me to grow the beard back” Ross once again finds himself smiling which you meant you had to stop decorating his skim for a moment.

His smile was award winning, you loved looking at him when he smiled.

“Was back by Christmas” You grin. “I love it... You know I do” You grin, scratching his beard a little and Ross gives you that loving smile he always has done when you do that to him.

“The memory of that Halloween was better before the last season with the Dani and Jon thing” You say as you get back to business, adding more detail to his pretty, but now slightly spooky face.

“Yeah” Ross agrees, “You’re mine, not Matty’s”

“Yeah well, he had the curly hair so it made sense, and we weren't to know they’d shag” You chuckle a little.

Ross laughs a little then, telling you, “I’m still not over george going as Drogon”

“Don’t” You burst into a fit of giggles.

It truly had been an amazing night.

But not as amazing as the night you were about to experience.

“You’re the prettiest clown I’ve ever seen” Ross told you once you came down the stairs in your shared home, in your costume and full face of makeup.

“Thank you” You grin.

You liked that you’d make the both of you pretty spooky, and the detail that was on both of your faces actually made you proud. You liked that you were good at something and the fact that that thing was Halloween makeup made you even happier.

“You look a hell of a lot better than any other clown I’ve seen too” You grin at your boyfriend, pulling your clown up from the settee.

“I don’t know how much of a compliment that is considering we know of Twisty from American Horror Story and Pennywise from IT”

“Well” You shrug your shoulders pulling him towards the front door, “You’re a pretty clown”

You were running slightly late and you wanted to make the most of your night. After all Halloween was the best night of the year.

Before you make it outside though, Ross pulls you back towards him and says, “Give us a kiss” and he leans in to attach his lips to yours.

The pre-drinks had evidently gone to his head because that wasn’t going to happen.

“Woah, wait” You say, placing your hand on his chest, “Absolutely not Ross, the facepaint!”

He doesn’t seem to care though because he goes in to kiss you again and you almost screech, “Ross!”

He looked a little hurt by your rejection but in hindsight he should have known you’d deny him the simple pleasure of your kisses. It was your favourite night after all and you never let anything ruin it.

“I’m being serious, you can kiss me every other night of the year, but until we are back here later on after the party your face is allowed nowhere near mine” You tell him, giving him a pointed look.

Ross should have known you’d never give in to your little ultimatum, no matter how obvious he made it that he wanted your kisses. But Ross had a plan of action for that.

A plan that had been prepared even before you’d denied him kisses today though. And about 4 hours into the party when you were both a little tipsy Ross put his plan into motion.

“Oh” Your boyfriend say, grabbing your attention, ”I forgot, I got you something for our anniversary”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Ross, it’s not for another month”

He’d officially asked you out towards the end of November when his tour finished and you obviously said yes. You’d been acting like a couple since that Halloween anyway but you just didn’t label it for a few weeks.

You’d been over the moon when he asked though.

“Well, the anniversary of when I got my kiss then” Ross corrects himself, taking your hand in his.

“Right okay” You giggle, loving that he remembered.

“How did you get whatever it is here?” Your curious self asks as you follow Ross into George’s back lounge away from the crowd of people in the other room.

The only people in this room were the rest of the band and their significant others, along with Jamie and John. Seems like you all wanted to escape from the noise of the booming speakers in the other room.

Ross turns to you a little when he tells you, “Had to keep it hidden from you, didn’t I? Or you’d have found it”

You grin, knowing he was right. You were too nosy for your own good.

Ross let’s go of your hand just before he reaches George’s bookshelves and you smile at your adorable boyfriend when he reaches up and pulls too balloons down.

Ross then holds out two balloons to you, as if they were ice cream cones. Both balloons were orange with pumpkin faces on them but one said trick underneath and the other said treat.

Your cute boyfriend asks you, “Trick or treat?”

“Treat” You smile and Ross seems happy with your choice.

He tosses the other balloon away and it falls to the floor silently. Ross keeps your attention and then hands you a shitty kiddy Halloween spider pin that’d also been on George’s shelf.

“Use the needle on this to pop the balloon. I’ll hold it” Ross tells you and you endeavor to do as you’re told.

He holds it at the bottom, like an ice cream cone, and you pop the top of it, something which causes a load of glitter and confetti to burst out of it. You followed it down expecting just that to be your cute little treat that your boyfriend had made for you.

But you saw that the bursting of the balloon left a small silver box in Ross’ hand. It looked like something you’d put earrings inside or a little trinket or cufflinks or something.

So when he handed it to you to open, with a grin, you were expecting cute little spider earrings or something along those lines.

What you weren't expecting was for your eyes to focus so much on undoing the little silver bow around it that you didn't see your boyfriend kneel down on the floor. And you certainly didn't expect to find a diamond ring when you got the lid off the box.

As soon as your eyes found the diamond they widened in shock and when you glanced back up to your boyfriend and he wasn't there, you let out a gasp when you spotted him kneeling down on the floor.

Ross was grinning at you in the most loving way, adoring your reaction to the surprise engagement he’d been planning since you first said you’d be his. So he took your hand that was holding the box, in his soft ones and kept you there.

Ross wanted to tell you all the ways in which he loved you here in front of everyone and deliver his speech he’d been practicing over and over again, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

All he could get out was,

“Y/N/N I love you more than you’ll ever understand, and I'd really love to spend the rest of my life with you” Ross tells you, trying his best not to stand up and hug you into his arms like he was dying to.

So with an erratic heartbeat, Ross continued to ask, “Will you please marry me?”

“Course I will” You giggle out, you felt like you were bursting with the love that you had for him, “Yes”

Everything seemed to be a whirlwind after you kissed him when he slipped the ring onto your finger. All of the lads came over and gave you the biggest of hugs and a load of kisses.

You couldn’t believe it at all.

Everyone was so lovely congratulating you but all you wanted was to be in your boyfri-, no, your fiancé’s arms. Once all congratulations are out of the way, you find your way back to him, your arms circle his neck and you kiss his soft lips once more.

“I'm so happy you said yes” Ross mumbles against your lips.

You pull away though a little shocked and ask, “Did you think I'd say no?”

“No, well…” Ross seems to be a little indecisive there but he explains, “I don‘t know, I was just nervous I guess”

“Awh, you actually are a clown” You giggle, noting once more that he was a clown, now in more than one sense.

You couldn’t believe that he thought you’d answer anything but yes.

Ross just laughs at your joke and you don’t hesitate to tell him, “I love you so much Ross MacDonald”

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N” Ross tells you and you can’t stop your lips from travelling to his again.

His hold on your waist tightens as your hands, one now more decorated than the other, move up into his hair. You kiss him with all the passion that you were currently feeling, needing to express those feelings in a way that was more than what your words could do.

And you just wanted all of him. He was your best friend and had been for so many years, you wanted his last name, you wanted to wake up next to him every day for the rest of your life.

He was your life. And you were his.

So you tried to deepen the kiss, but your fiancé briefly froze and pulled away, but kept you close. As he paused the kiss, Ross gasped looking at you in shock, “Woah, wait”

“What?” You ask him, not understanding why he suddenly pulled away.

“What about the facepaint?” Ross all but grins at you, obviously thinking he was funny.

“Shut the fuck up” You giggle before you press you lips to his.

~*~*~*~*~*~

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Wootwoot! We made it you guys! May 4th is my one-year anniversary on Tumblr. With some ups and downs and over 300 requests written, I'm gonna go ahead and say it was a successful year!

Monday until next Sunday I will do another Mini HC event, like we did for valentine! Open for all my fandoms, with mystery prompts to choose from.

Until then, I wanted to do a sleepover event. Unlimited asks and interactions for the weekend cause I feel like I haven't talked to a lot of you in a long while!

You can send me any classic sleepover question

Kiss, marry, kill

Would you rather

Top 3/5/10...

Questions about me

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Theories (keep em spoiler free though!)

For this event, I will engage in a little bit of selfship talk if anyone were to be interested. Ask me about my F/o's and tell me about yours! Dynamics, habits... anything!

Questions about OCs

If you need some inspiration, I have included a couple of lists below the cut with questions id be 100% okay with.

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Questions for OCs - Specify which one! Taken from here

1. How many different places have they lived?

2. What is their dream vacation?

3. What is their favorite color?

4. What is their favorite book?

5. Have they ever cheated on anyone before?

6. Have they ever been cheated on?

7. How many partners have they had?

8. What is their favorite food?

9. Are they a liar? Are they good at lying?

10. Introvert or Extrovert?

11. Have they ever been arrested and why?

12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?

13. What are their spending habits?

14. Do they like hot or cold temperatures better?

15. Are they religious?

16. If they could describe themself in one sentence, what would they say?

17. Do they have any overused catchphrases?

18. What makes them laugh?

19. Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did it affect them?

20. Do they have a fast reaction time, or slow?

21. How do they react to praise?

22. How do they react to criticism?

23. Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?

24. What are their biggest pet peeves?

25. Do they have any type of handicaps? How do they manage them?

Other ask game - taken from here

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

6: do you keep plants?

7: do you name your plants?

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

12: what’s your favorite planet?

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

22: are you a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

28: sunrise or sunset?

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

33: what’s your fave pastry?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

39: what color do you wear the most?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

59: what’s your favorite myth?

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

68: what’s winter like where you live?

69: what are your favorite board games?

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

73: what are some of your worst habits?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

75: tell us about your pets!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

82: are/were you good in school?

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

89: are you close to your parents?

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

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Flower | 13

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, slight smut

; Word Count: 4.6k

; Warnings: Anxiety, low self-esteem, discussions of sex, mention of (f) oral sex, sexual anxiety

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! As usual, if you do...please reblog and leave me a comment! Or send me an ask letting me know your thoughts, I’m glad you’re all loving Flower!Hobi!

; Flower Masterpost

Staring at your computer screen, a deep sigh leaves you as yet another email notification pops up in the corner. Clicking on it with as much enthusiasm as you’d give towards picking up a slug, you watch as it directs you back to Outlook and brings up the email. It was from your boss, who was literally sat across the small room from you, asking you to call a client and check whether they were still available for a meeting tomorrow.

Pursing your lips, you bring up her previous email that includes the client’s contact details and input their number into your work phone. Holding the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you tap your pen against your mouse as the dial tone fills your ear.

You really hated your job. 26-years-old, with a degree and you were just stuck doing the work people better paid than you didn’t want to do. Chewing on your lip, you contemplated looking at the list of job sites you’d begun to frequent lately, wondering whether or not you should apply for a new job.

The prospect of a job you actually loved and enjoyed was so foreign to you that it felt almost like a mythical unicorn right now, but you knew they existed. Hoseok loved his job, despite how everyone berated IT departments in every company. So you knew that there was something out there for you.

But what was it? And how could you get it when you had no relevant experience in...well anything except for the modern day equivalent of pen pushing? Some days you were rushed off your feet doing everything for your boss, acting like a secretary, personal assistant and administrative assistant all at once.

Getting tea and coffee for work meetings, sitting in and taking notes, writing up meeting notes and distributing them, arranging meetings and visits and so much more. It was all boring and dull. The very idea of doing this for the rest of your life was simply unimaginable but you just...couldn’t get the courage to put yourself out there and apply for something better.

You were afraid of rejection and you were even more afraid of getting accepted for a job and then finding out you couldn’t do it.

Almost without even thinking, you talk through with the client and make sure that they’re still okay for the meeting that was prepared for tomorrow. As soon as the phone clicks back into the cradle, you’re opening a response to your boss and sending her a quick email to let her know that it’s still on and that you’ve checked the room is still booked for them.

And then you just sit there a moment, staring at the screen and wondering what to do next. You had some menial tasks that needed to be done; photocopying documents for their meeting, forwarding invoices and so forth. But you just didn’t want to do any of it.

That was nothing new though, you never wanted to do anything at work.

A sudden flash of colour out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and look over to where your phone lay on the desk, just above your keyboard. One of the only good things about this place was that no one complained about phones being used as long as you were doing your work too.

And the green that lights up the screen can only mean that someone has sent you a message on WhatsApp. Licking your lips, you glance up at your boss before unlocking your phone quickly and clicking onto the app.

Upon seeing Hoseok’s name your grin turns even broader, feeling a little better already. He didn’t often text during the work day, often being far too busy to waste time on texting. Unlike you, he was permanently busy.

Hoseok [13:38pm]: Guess who got promoted?

Hoseok [13:38pm]: It’s me! I got promoted :D

Smiling even wider, you quickly texted back as pride fills your chest. Amazing how you’ve only been dating for four months yet you feel so happy and proud of him already. You’d known that he had a meeting today with his managers and he’d been a little worried, unsure whether or not they were going to be laying people off or not.

Y/N [13:39pm]: Yaaaaaaaaay. Can you boss people around now?

Hoseok [13:40pm]: I already boss people around

Hoseok [13:40pm]: Now I just have another department to boss...and more money :D

Y/N [13:41pm]: I is jealouz

Y/N [13:41pm]: (;﹏;)

Hoseok [13:42pm]: I still can’t get over how you text sometimes, honestly

Hoseok [13:42pm]: ANYWAY, it’s more money to spend on youuu :D and Kasumi

Y/N [13:43pm]: Hush, more money for you to spend on gigs

Hoseok [13:43pm]: :O don’t tell me how to spend my money >:[

And then you get a photo sent. Your phone’s setting means that you need to accept it before it downloads, image pixelated at first before becoming high quality. Clicking on it again, you frown momentarily before your eyes widen and your throat goes strangely dry suddenly.

He’s in an all black suit; black jacket, a silk black shirt and a skinny black tie to compliment it all off. It makes the hint of tattoos you can see pop vividly with their colours over the top of his shirt collar and the bit of wrist you can see on the hand that’s pointing at the camera. And it all complements his dark hair wonderfully, today actually styled properly and pushed up elegantly to reveal his forehead and let the astonishing beauty of his face be seen properly.

His face though, isn’t the pure sex his body is emanating. Instead, he’s got a comical expression in which his face is scrunched together, lips pursed in faux anger to go with his last text. But you don’t care, you can’t care.

Hoseok in a suit is...oh god. It’s everything, and you feel things for him suddenly that you’ve never really felt for anyone before from just seeing a picture. You...want to do things to him, right now.

The strength of your reaction actually makes you pause, looking up from your phone as you assess yourself to try and comprehend what you feel. And what you wanted was for Hoseok to send you a serious photo of him looking like that.

Y/N [13:49pm]: You’re in a suit?

Hoseok [13:50pm]: Yeah, manager meeting

Y/N [13:55pm]: Can you...send a serious picture?

Hoseok [13:56pm]: ...you want another selfie of me?

Y/N [14:00pm]: I mean...you don’t have to

And then you get another photo sent through, causing you to swallow thickly as you download it. You end up biting your lip harshly as you try to stop yourself from making any kind of noise out loud. No one had noticed that you hadn’t done a lot of work in the last fifteen minutes, but they would notice if you made the kind of noise that wanted to erupt from your throat.

Hoseok had evidently known where your thoughts had gone from your awkward text back to him, and he’d pulled out all the stops for you. Part of you wondered where on Earth he was that he could take pictures like this without getting strange looks from his colleagues but an overriding part of you didn’t care.

Because holy shit, your boyfriend was ridiculously fucking attractive and how in the hell had you pulled him?

This photo has him in almost the same angle, only two of his fingers frame the pink tongue that pokes out of his mouth, white teeth pressing against the back of his tongue ring while his eyes are dark with intent. There’s no playfulness in this picture, at least nothing that could be done in public.

No indeed and you squirm slightly in your seat, contemplating the wild fact that you were horny at work. This has never happened before and you didn’t really know that to do! But how could you not be? The way Hoseok was looking at the camera was the exact way he’d looked at you all three times he’d gone down on you so far.

And he knew it, given his suggestive pose with his tongue. In fact, you’re suddenly sent back to last week when he’d gone down on you in bed. You still weren’t even remotely comfortable asking him to do anything like that yet, but apparently he’d been wanting to so you’d shyly agreed once more.

Not that you were opposed to it or anything.

But those eyes he was giving the camera are the exact same he gave you from between your legs. And that just was not fair, because what were you supposed to do about this in the middle of work? You had just under three hours left to work before you left and he wouldn’t even finish till six.

Y/N [14:07pm]: Handsome

Y/N [14:08pm]: Are you still staying over?

Hoseok [14:10pm]: That’s all you gotta say to that, you wound me. And yes, be around 7

Y/N [14:11pm]: <33

Putting your phone down, you stare at your computer screen that has gotten three new email notifications since you got distracted. You don’t click on them though...instead you just chew on your lip, tapping your fingertips against the desk slowly as you think.

Maybe tonight...maybe…

The quick rapping on the door lets you know that Hoseok is finally here, half an hour late. Opening the door to him, you don't even get a chance to say anything as he brushes past you, kicking his shoes off and apologising profusely.

"I'm sorry, they kept me an extra half an hour 'cos some idiot basically broke his laptop and then there was traffic so I haven't been able to go back and change." He's taking his coat off, hanging it up on the little rack on the wall before looking at you and letting out a deep sigh.

"Oh I'm so glad to be home. Today has been so fucking stressful, maybe I should have turned down that promotion and it’s not even been a full day." You don't even get time to consider the fact that he just called your place home because he's suddenly leaning forward, giving you a quick kiss before moving into the kitchen.

Watching after him, you simply stare in bewilderment. You're not entirely sure that you could speak right now, hit by the double whammy of his slip of the tongue and his clothes.

It was true that Hoseok had pretty much spent the last month near enough living at your place, only going home a day or two a week but you hadn't realised he'd felt that comfortable here. You felt a shy warm happiness bubble in your chest at the thought though, looking down at your hands as you bite your lip to stop smiling like a little girl.

But what really turns you into an excitable mess is his outfit. He's still wearing the suit from earlier, his hair tousled from where he'd obviously been running his hands through it in the stress of his work.

And if he'd looked hot in his photos, he looked damn near sinful in person.

Which is why you simply watch him with wide eyes, moving into the kitchen slowly and resting a hip against one of the counters as he peers into the slow cooker that you'd set up this morning before going to work. It was just a simple beef stew with a hint of red wine, the scent delicious but you found that wasn't what was making your mouth water.

Not tonight.

"So...I didn't...know you had a suit like that." The words are incredibly stilted, sounding unbelievably awkward in your mouth and you inwardly cringe. Particularly when you see Hoseok stiffen, ever so slightly beneath the delightful black fabric that outlines his lithe body beautifully.

You knew that Hoseok had been incredibly patient with you. Probably more patient than most men would have been, not even slightly pushing you and making sure that you are completely comfortable with every moment. He didn't ask for much and you often felt bad that he seemed to give up so much in exchange for the eternal patience he gave to you.

But he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to thrive on what little advancement in your relationship he could get. You still got shy when he gave you oral obviously, but you were far more eager to say yes compared to the beginning.

And tonight...tonight you wanted to finally let him get the pleasure he’d willingly denied himself to keep you comfortable. Especially when he looked like that.

It wasn't just a 'giving him a good time' too because you like him, a lot, but also because quite simply...for the first time ever...you wanted to have sex with someone. You desperately wanted to find out what he felt like inside you. Feel him thrusting within you and in turn explore him to find out what made him jerk, made him twitch and made him moan.

Oh god yes, you wanted to hear him moan. The very idea of him making those kinds of noises because of you was intoxicating and you squeeze your thighs together, fully in the knowledge that you were probably wet already.

You have no doubt that Hoseok can tell there’s something different, an unusual kind of tension in the air as he turns around slowly, brow raised. Glancing away, you find yourself playing with the label of a Coke bottle on the side, fingers picking until it came away.

Part of you wanted to be brash and forward, boldly tell him what you wanted but as soon as you consider doing it, it felt like an iron band wrapped around your lungs. Breathing was made a lot of harder suddenly and you couldn’t get any words out, your limbs feeling cold and tingly with nerves and anxiety.

Oh how you wished desperately that you could be a bolder person because you just knew that you weren’t at that level of confidence yet with him. Even if you felt no expectations from him. You just weren’t there, and that’s why you were hoping he’d understand and take the lead once more.

And Jung Hoseok, your wonderful boyfriend who you still believe is far too good for you, does so. You have no idea how he knows that you want to do more than cuddle or talk, no idea how he can tell that you’re struggling to get across your desires but he does.

He smiles slowly, the corners of his lips turning up in a smirk at first before turning into that beautiful smile that makes your heart flutter. Moving slowly, he walked over to you and you press yourself into the counter, eyes widening as you took in the long and loping stride.

Without so much as a word, he stands firmly in front of you, leaning forward just enough to place his arms on the counter, trapping you between them. You can feel the heat of him, the way his leg’s brush against yours with how close he is and the way his jacket slides along your stomach slightly. Combined with the fresh scent that was so unique to Hoseok and the dark look in his eyes, you felt completely overwhelmed by him.

Overwhelmed, in the best way possible.

Leaning down, Hoseok moves close enough until you feel the tip of his nose brushing against yours, the movement deceptively soft given the sexual tension that’s so thick between you both. Biting your lip, you force yourself to remain quiet to see what he does.

“I have more suits than you might realise baby. Why? Do you like it?” His voice is annoyingly light, innocence laced into every syllable that matches his perfect, angelic face too well. Smiling, his eyes widen ever so slightly as he waits for an answer but before you can even say anything, his arms move a little and you feel them pressing against your waist.

“Y-yeah, it...it looks good.” You stutter out, body heating rapidly as you lick at your lips, mouth absurdly dry. And before even realising...you’re pressing your face against his black shirt, feeling the soft silky material rub at your cheek while all you can think of is what the firm chest beneath it looks like.

Hoseok seems to pause for a moment before his hands move to rest on your hips, hesitantly stroking along them. Almost instantly you cringe forward, the feel of his hands so foreign and a subtle panic rushes through you as your mind screams at where he’s touching. The place you dislike on yourself, the place society has taught you isn’t beautiful.

But he touches you with so much care, light and gentle. He doesn’t push further with you, simply let the moment hold despite how tense you both are. You know what he’s doing, instinctively understand because he’s done this your whole relationship so far. He’s letting you get used to him, decide whether or not you feel comfortable with what he’s doing...what he’s offering.

Pressing your ear to his chest, you close your eyes and inhale deeply, shakily as you fight the demons of insecurity over yourself and your previous sexual experiences. Originally, you’d considered perhaps returning the favour to him and giving him oral sex. But now, hearing the strong beat of his heart and the warmth that has comforted you for many nights now...now you want more.

So you let him know, in that quiet and shy method that he must have become so used to. Your own hands tremble slightly as you move your head back just enough before you press them to his chest, hesitantly just letting yourself feel him like this for the first time. And then your fingers move to his collar, the top two buttons already undone.

Finally, finally you glance up at him, feeling unbelievably frightened that he might push you away, decided he didn’t want it. Didn’t want you.

It had been years since you’d done anything...you knew this and he knew this by now. But you knew that he was far more experienced, so experienced in fact that it scares you a little. You felt like you’d be judged against others and found wanting, even if you knew that Hoseok wouldn’t do that.

“Hoseok,” You start, words meek and quiet. “I...erm, I want...I mean...I don’t…”

And Hoseok moves his hands to cup your cheeks, smiling at you sweetly, so sweetly. It’s so reminiscent of when he’d gone down on you the first time and you get the urge to suddenly cry at how caring he is. How lucky you are.

“It’s okay. I know...you’re not hugely experienced and you’re not confident. That’s fine, I don’t expect anything from you. We don’t need to do anything, I was just teasing. If you want, I can just go do-”

“No. No, not today. I don’t...I don’t want that. I want...I want you.” This time, the words are a tiny bit more confident but rushed out. “I just...sex...I’ve never really...understood why people like it. You know? It just...felt okay. Maybe it was me but like...yeah, I mean...you know. It was…rushed and you’ve done so much more than me and-” Now it’s Hoseok’s turn to interrupt you, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he lets out a shushing noise.

Suddenly, surprising you entirely, he backs away and gently takes your hand to lead you back to the couch. Without a word he gets you to sit down before doing so himself, taking both your hands between his own with a quiet sigh.

“Okay, I just...want us to talk for a moment, so that neither of us get confused or offended or anything. So...yes, I’ve had a lot of sex, I won’t deny that. It doesn’t mean I’m gonna judge you though. You’re my girlfriend, the vast majority of everyone else was not. I’m incredibly turned on by you and I wanna beat my chest like a neanderthal knowing you want me too. I know you’re shy and you’re not confident of yourself, which is just plain wrong by the way because you are unbelievably beautiful. I just...I don’t want to move too fast for you and have you regret it. So...talk to me. Please.” You’re sure this man really isn’t real, because surely no one really existed like him in real life.

“Why are you so patient?” You blurt out, brow furrowed in confusion and he looks just as confused for a moment before smiling.

“Because being pushy doesn’t get me anything? Except upsetting you and making you close up. And then if you do anything for me, then it’s because I’ve pushed and pushed until you feel forced to do it. So I’m patient. I don’t really mind, I like your company and it’s strangely rewarding seeing you slowly open up to me. I’m not doing anything for an ulterior motive.” He’s so earnest that you can tell he’s being honest but it still confuses you.

Not that you’re going to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything.

So inhaling deeply, you squeeze his hands and gave him a tight smile before talking. Something about Hoseok has always been comforting and reassuring, like he won’t judge you and you know he’ll be the same this time.

“I haven’t...slept with anyone in years. You’ve probably realised or...maybe I told you. But...well. I mean,” Your hands feel so clammy in his. “It wasn’t really good? I never...you know, with anyone. It just...felt fine. Good enough that I’d do it again but not so good I actively wanted it. Thought something was wrong with me because of that. I’ve accepted there isn’t...maybe even wondered if I was asexual for a while or something. Maybe I still am? I don’t really know. I just...I like you...a lot...and I like doing...things with you. I’ve never...you know…”

“Orgasmed?”

It’s a simple word and he says it so casually but you find yourself squirming at it, feeling warm and embarrassed about it. Not only talking about orgasms but also admitting that you’d never had one during sex before. So you simply nod, unable to get the words out and frowning in frustration at yourself.

“Hey...hey look at me,” Hoseok says gently, squeezing your hands till you do as he says. “Don’t feel embarrassed about it. It’s not something to feel bad about. This probably isn’t what I should be saying right now...but I’ve had a lot of sex, with...a sizeable amount of women. Do you know how many times they orgasmed during sex?”

Frowning, you wonder momentarily whether you’re meant to feel better with the knowledge that he’d been with a lot of women. Or that some of them had even orgasmed with him. But you sensed he was trying to make a point, and Hoseok had never been cruel.

Slowly, you shake your head.

“Not that many of them to be honest. I wish I could boost my ego and say I have a 100% strike rate but...I don’t. Sometimes girl’s would cum, most of the time they didn’t. I had to go down on them or something. And I’ve never had a single woman orgasm from penetration alone, they all needed some help. What I’m trying to get across here to you, and very badly because there’s nothing less sexy than hearing about your partner’s...escapades but...please don’t think that you’re always meant to orgasm during sex. Sometimes you might, sometimes you might not. I know that for some women, they just enjoy the feeling because they can’t get there. Sometimes, I don’t even orgasm. I’m not in the mood or something or I get bored...or I’m too drunk.”

That makes your eyes widen in shock and surprise. You hadn’t even though guys could just...not orgasm during sex. It made you realise how little you really knew, and suddenly you felt a little embarrassed about your lack of knowledge about sex. But he wasn’t being condescending or demeaning, so you decided to take the plunge and ask him.

“R-really? You...I didn’t know guys...I thought you just always did.” Hoseok laughs at that, looking so attractive that you can’t help but bite your lip. Even though you’re having a serious conversation with him, you still can’t mask the desire you have for him. Damn him for looking so good in a suit.

“The vast majority of the time? Yeah, it’s no problem. But sometimes like...I’m too tired to bother anymore and I just don’t want to carry on. Sometimes I’m a bit stressed and can’t get there which then leads to anxiety that I’m not. I try not to take it to heart but...you don’t need to be embarrassed. If you wanna orgasm then we can definitely try, if you don’t feel like it, then we don’t need to. It’s entirely up to you, I swear.”

Silence falls between you both and you stare at your hands, swallowing thickly. He’s offering you so much, and part of you feels bad. But at the same time...you want to just enjoy him without the stress or anxiety of not performing like you thought you were supposed to.

Clenching your jaw, you make the decision and nod your head to yourself. Yes, you were doing this.

So without a word, you grab onto this small flame of confidence he’s lit within you and let go of his hands, instead using them to grip the lapels of his jacket and pulling him forward. His eyes widen for a second and he lets out an ‘oomph’ before you’re kissing him.

It’s not pretty at first, almost painful from the force and you both take a few seconds to reacquaint yourselves with each other before it finally starts moving smoothly like usual. Only this time, the kiss is far more intense than anything you’d had before with him, almost as if you were trying to devour each other with the force and intensity.

Pulling away momentarily, you look at him and groan softly at the desire in his eyes. You’ve seen him in moments of pure lust before, but he’s bordering on unrestrained here. And you want that, so you pull him back in, moulding your lips to his own and feeling the tingle of excitement that runs through you.

“Not here, not here. Please, I really wanna fuck you on your bed.” Hoseok gasps out as he pulls away once more, trying to avoid your grasping hands with a breathy laugh.

You don’t even question it, getting up quickly and practically tugging him into your bedroom in your eagerness. The sheer laugh of delight he gives you as you do so invigorates you, bolstering the confidence that’s spurring you on and you hope it lasts.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him into a kiss once you’re in the safe haven of your bedroom, you prepare to trust him with your insecurities once more.

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thran-duils · 3 years

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You’re Now Mine (P.14)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 14) Summary: Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” Words: 1,795 Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse, smut Author’s Note: Sorry for such a long delay but I needed inspo which I have now! I am glad though that I waited because I was given a whole new storyline idea to take it now that we know what we know about the SPN verse.

Chap 13 || Chap 15 || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“You… killed… them.”

Upon landing back in his throne room in hell, it had taken a few moments for you to wrap your head around what had transpired. Your friends – your family – were dead. And Lucifer had killed them.

“Yes.” Lucifer’s tone was cold as he pulled away from you, leaving you. You stumbled a bit, hand coming to rest on the back of his throne.

Lucifer breathed deeply; his gaze pointed upwards. “Wasn’t it you that mentioned my dad? You know how he hasn’t shown up?” You choked out a small noise, which he took as an answer. He turned his head to look back at you, brows raised expectantly. “What is the best way to get him to show up if you think those fucking idiots are important?”

At loss for words, tears pricked your eyes, feeling the grief coming on like a wave. Lucifer must have noticed because he turned around completely and came back to your side. Leaning down, he forced you to look at him through your bleary gaze.

“To kill them, princess. To kill them.”

He said it so nonchalantly. He dismissed them so flippantly, what they meant to you. He always had. He did not seem to care about your feelings at all and to be frank, he seemed to never have had. Flaring anger scorched through you then.

“Why did you do that?” you shouted, losing your cool.

“I just told you why. Are you deaf?”

“That makes absolutely no sense! You just wanted them dead! You’ve always wanted them dead! How do you even know he cares about them that much?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you, but… think about it, Y/N. Dad has been ignoring us. All of us. While none of us were injured or you know, dead. If he loves the Winchesters so much, well… I sure as hell have his attention now.”

Chest heaving, you exclaimed, “What if he doesn’t bring them back?”

“Well, then what you said is still true. I did want them dead and now they are. You don’t need them anyway.”

“No! You don’t get to kill my family and then expect me to be okay with it! Get mad at me! Lock me in my room and let me starve again! I don’t care!”

You started hyperventilating.

To your immense shock, Lucifer was gentle, pulling you close.

He cooed, “You’ll be alright, princess. You have me.”

You had him. All you had was him now. That was the truth.

Lucifer nuzzled his nose into your neck. “Shh.” His arms tightened around you protectively. “I was doing what was best for you. And for all of us. We need dad to come give us a well, fucking deserved assist. He owes it to us. Especially to you.” He kissed the top of your head, giving your body a squeeze. “Plus, I have been preparing such a lovely place for you. Away from here. Portugal.”

“I don’t want to go to Portugal,” you choked out.

He pulled away, peering down at you. “I know your little emotions are whirling, my darling, sweet kitten.” He pecked the tip of your nose. “Hmm, you are okay. I’ll make it okay. You’ll be happy there. It’ll be top side. You’ll have sunlight. A beautiful forest. Acres to walk, get your exercise. This wasn’t working here anymore, obviously. Too many loose ends and back doors. Where I’ve got your new home, you’ll be protected from all angles.”

This is what it had come to. One gilded cage traded for another.

“Can I take you? I think it’ll help you calm down,” he practically purred.

His hands wandered, pulling you closer to him.

“Please? I worked so hard.”

“I…” you breathed, not finding the strength to continue.

He leaned down, cusping your face. He placed a slow long kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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“Lucifer.”

Lucifer could not hold the contempt from his dry laugh. Turning around, he found Chuck perched up further the staircase leading down to the edge of the mountain. Lucifer was making himself more available, going to different locations on the planet, exposed, just waiting for Chuck to appear. He was not sure if he was more disappointed that he had; it might have meant something if even disposing of the Winchesters did not bring his dad to show his face.

“Wow. The Winchesters are really what it took for you to show up, huh?” Lucifer asked, masking his hurt as he turned around. “Not anything else going wrong in the world? No, just those blabbering, flannel wearing morons. Good to know.”

“You know how important they are. I explained that to you, Lucifer. At the beginning. Or have you forgotten?”

Lucifer waved him off, stepping off, going to the edge of the cliff. He stared off the edge, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched.

“You’re going to have to give her back.”

This caused Lucifer to pay attention, turning his head to pierce his father with a stare.

Chuck told him firmly, “She’s not meant for you.”

“Says you, here in this little play through.”

It was Chuck’s turn to stiffen. Lucifer knew more about his father’s plans and games than he was comfortable with.

“Right,” Lucifer chuckled darkly, throwing up jazz hands. “I don’t know anything about that. Tell me though, do you like me more in the other places? Did you lock them away too?”

Chuck was silent, watching Lucifer closely.

“What I feel isn’t a fluke though, daddy-o. And you can’t just chalk it up to whatever the hell Castiel feels because I can assure you, I am very apt at separating myself from that. I wanted to squeeze Dean’s head like a pimple every time I had to exchange the same air as him.” He mimicked squeezing the life out of an object. “It was tiresome to put it lightly. But, say, what made you decide to try to pair Y/N with a foot angel this time around? Was it just to really stick it to me?”

“Castiel is more than a foot angel.”

Snorting, Lucifer responded, “Not to me.”

“What you feel isn’t my concern about it,” Chuck said, causing Lucifer to snap his mouth shut, glaring. “He needed her here. In this place. Every world is different.”

After a few beats, Lucifer cocked his head to the side. He chirped, “What are the other mes like?”

Chuck bypassed the question, stepping away from Lucifer. “I didn’t change you. Like you’re insinuating I did in ‘this play through’. And that has proven to be a mistake.”

“You made a mistake?’ Lucifer crowed.

“It’s been known to happen. Rarely. But nonetheless…” Chuck said tightly.

“You didn’t foresee her and I ever being face to face here. You planned on them never releasing me,” Lucifer challenged. Chuck’s silence was all the answer he needed. “That wasn’t in your grand scheme. Well, you can thank your broken toys for that one. Luckily, they’re dead now. No more trouble and mishaps from here on out.”

“They’re not dead, Lucifer.”

That almost knocked Lucifer flat but he recovered quickly, anger rolling up from the pit of his stomach. He laughed out loud, boisterously. And in a second, a flip switched, and he practically shouted, “REALLY?”

“I need them, and you know it,” Chuck told him calmly in the face of Lucifer’s outburst. Lucifer turned away from him, scoffing loudly, trying to regain control of his emotions again. Chuck walked down a few steps to come closer and told him sincerely, “That being said, I know you’re upset. And you should be. I want to make it up to you.”

“You want to make it up to me,” Lucifer repeated sarcastically under his breath.

“Yes. I need your help.” Lucifer scoffed again and Chuck emphasized, “Again. I know that’s asking a lot, but I think it should suffice if I do something for you in return. Something big. Of your choosing that won’t jeopardize what we need to do here with Amara.”

Rolling the proposal around his in his mind, Lucifer was silent and Chuck waited patiently.

Without turning back around, Lucifer ordered, “Make her forget about Castiel.”

“You’ve only ever been in his vessel to her. It’s his face. And I won’t be killing him.”

“Honestly, don’t kill him. Let him suffer without her knowing him. He’s been such an annoying gnat to me this millennia and even more so this last year.” He added, “And you know, like you can’t make that memory obsolete if I had a new vessel that you could put in its place.”

Chuck merely gave an uptick of his lip to acknowledge what Lucifer said was true.

“Give me back Nick. He was a good vessel. If you want to make it up to me, this is how.”

“You’re forgetting everyone she knows and has relationships with outside of Castiel.”

“They don’t matter!” Lucifer bellowed, losing his temper. “I know you let me have her in other realities. And it’s not just because of Castiel that she feels for me too. If it was just him, she would never give me an inch of what I ask.”

Silence fell between them.

Chuck finished walking down the stairs to stand before Lucifer. He shrugged, “So, just for you and only you?”

“Yes,” Lucifer spat, exasperated.

“She is going to die eventually, Lucifer. What will you do then?”

“She hasn’t been aging under my care,” Lucifer informed him. Chuck cocked his head, his eyes only widening ever so slightly, causing Lucifer to sneer, “I learned some very valuable things from you that I can wield myself.”

Chuck exhaled heavily, turning his gaze away from Lucifer. “Fine. We pull this off, I’ll do it.”

Lucifer shook his head defensively and said, “No, not after. Before.” He noticed the bemused expression on Chuck’s face and laughed darkly. “I don’t trust you. I can’t.”

Chuck chuckled in return, shrugging sheepishly, “The feeling is likewise. How do I know you won’t just bolt?”

“Like you wouldn’t be able to find me?”

Narrowing his eyes, Chuck retorted, “I need my strength, Lucifer. All of it to go up against her.”

“This is beans to you, and you know it!”

“We’ll split it up then. What will it be? Which part of the deal for you first?”

Lucifer considered the proposition.

“What do you think?” he asked Chuck dryly, finally. “I want Castiel removed from the equation. We’ll deal with this –” he gestured down at his vessel – “after. She’ll be fine for a few days by herself while we get this done. I’ll tell you where she’s at.”

“I know where she’s at,” Chuck smirked lightly. “I’m God after all.”

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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Pillow Talk (Poe x reader)

What is this? This is 4 of 14 short prompt requests I’ll be writing as part of my 500 follower celebration! See my call-out for requests (now closed… unless you’re desperate!) and credit for prompt list creators here.

What is the prompt? “Ow, oka- OW, CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME WITH YOUR PILLOW?!” I wasn’t sure where to take this at first and then it just came to me. So much fun to write- thanks so much for the request @asianravenpuff <3

Author’s note: AND THERE IS ONLY ONE BED. Everyone’s favourite trope, yah? Another bed-centric bit of fluff but pretty different to the last.

Word count: I’m just gonna pretend I never set any word limit for this challenge. This is 1767 words. OOPS.

Warnings: Fluff + bickering + mild sexual references. No Poes were harmed in the writing of this fic. It’s a very soft pillow, ok?

GIF: By @psychotic-psychadelic (I couldn’t find any appropriate Poe / Ocasr GIFs and I think this GIF is adorable, though sorry it won’t represent all readers. Please imagine the fic however you like! <3)

“Ow, oka- OW, CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME WITH YOUR PILLOW?!” Poe bites off, the narked, affronted edge in his tone fairly transparent.

“No! No, I won’t stop!” you exclaim, having leapt from your shared bed for the night to pummel him, still brandishing the pillow and looking ready to strike the Commander again. He raises his arms defensively as he continues to lay down. “What in the hell do you think you were doing, Poe?!” Your voice is stretched thin and high-pitched, your words flowing a little too fast. You’re seemingly in mild freak-out mode.

You lower your marshmallow-y weapon, eyebrows shooting up, expression pointed and inviting an explanation, foot tapping impatiently on the floor.

Poe drop his arms and recites your question under his breath, disbelieving. “What do I think I was doing?” And then loudly, propping himself up on his elbows. “Honey, you kissed me!”

You clutch your pillow more tightly, one hand on your hip as you wind up your rebuke “I certainly don’t think...” But your voice falters. A heat rises in your cheeks as you suddenly doubt your own version of events. Especially as the blanket slips down over his bare chest and it occurs to you that your ability to resist him might be somewhat... compromised, after all. “I’m... not sure that’s true!” Suddenly you are clutching the pillow to your chest for comfort rather than as ammunition.

This should never have happened. You are Poe were simply retiring after the day’s mission, getting some rest. Two colleagues, essentially. No matter that the one kriffing guest house had one kriffing room left. With only one kriffing bed. Surely, you could both control yourself for one night, couldn’t you? Well, turns out that perhaps you had overestimated yourself. There is distinct evidence of your failure in the way your lips continue to tingle from the feeling of his hot kiss.

Poe sits all the way up now, the sheet slipping down so far that you can see the elasticated hem of his boxers. Sleeping semi-nude hadn’t seemed such a terrible idea when you had both undressed in the dark, but now that there was plenty of moonlight flitering in... now that your eyes had adjusted.... Yikes, his underwear was certainly drawing your attention.

“Well, I’m definitely sure. Trust me, I didn’t kiss you. I would have asked for permission.” Poe states with conviction.

You think you might just be freaking-out a little more now. There’s that nervous, unnatural timbre to your voice coming out of you again. “I just kissed you?! Oh Maker, no. This is all your fault, Poe!”

You hit him again with the pillow. He throws his hands and his eyebrows up in utter disbelief, not understanding exactly how he’s still considered culpable. And, ok, this is pissing him off now. He swings his legs from the bed, his feet planting on the floor. “Would you please stop hitting me with that?”

Your thoughts swirl in panic as you try to concoct a way to remove yourself from the situation. Then it occurs to you. “I have to go.” you insist, as if with sudden clarity.

Poe looks around the compact room, face scrunching in confusion. There’s nowhere to go. “Where are you... ? Come on, don’t be silly.”

He takes a step towards you and, well, that’s just too much. You don’t think closing the distance is a good idea at all, in your current state. Or in his state of undress. So you opt to put a solid five paces between you and you lock yourself away in the adjoining refresher. The door in this crappy room is so thin that you hear Poe’s heavy sigh through it. Hating the feeling that you’ve exasperated him, you slide down the wall into a heap and bury your head in the pillow, wishing the floor might swallow you up.

Momentarily, you think you hear the mattress springs creak, and you guess that Poe has taken a seat on the bed. Or maybe he’ll just go to sleep and you can stay in here until morning and hope he magically forgets about this, somehow?

“Are you embarrassed?” he probes, his voice kind, but you give him no answer. Are you? You’ll say. How would anyone in the Resistance, how would he ever respect you again? You were here on a mission and you lost control of yourself after all of two minutes in a bed with him. Who does that?

“It was a good kiss.” he concedes -to the closed door- and your heart hammers in your chest. Did he mean that? There’s something about his tone though which sounds strained, and you hear another heavy sigh.

He comes at you with another tack. “Look, don’t you think you’re over-reacting? I don’t think anyone could blame you for kissing me, I’m pretty hard to resist. In fact, I’m not even shocked that you just couldn’t help yourself.”

You finally push the refresher door open, from your seated position. You lean forward until you have a clear view of him sat on the bed, just enough of a view to fling the pillow out and get a clear shot at his head. Oh, you could do it.

He nods, his mouth a thin line. “That’s about right. I thought that might be the one to get a reaction out of you.” His elbows are propped on his knees, his fingers tented together under his chin. “Can we just... talk about this?”

Poe Dameron. Apparently, quite a sensible guy, against all odds. You concede that he’s right. And it’s not as if you have anywhere to go, in reality. So, reluctantly, you stand and shuffle yourself back into the main room.

Boy, do you feel like an idiot. “I’m sorry, Commander. For freaking out. I’m sorry for hitting you with the pillow. And I’m sorry if I...” you look down at your feet. “...I’m really sorry that I kissed you. I’m such an ass.”

He stands again, the grumpy, sourpuss expression evaporating from his face as he senses your vulnerability. And it helps that you seem to have stopped attacking him. He shrugs, casually, his voice soft. “If it makes you feel better, I was a second away from asking you.”

“Asking me what?” you practically whisper.

He raises a suggestive eyebrow at you. “If I could kiss you.”

“Y- oh, y-.You?” you’re not forming words now, but you guess the string of sounds you’re making adequately displays your shock anyway. Your mouth forms an ‘o’, in lieu of any actual vowels. Or consonants. Or anything.

“Yeah. Something like that.” his mouth tugs up into a smile, his voice drops low into his throat. “You know, whenever I’ve imagined kissing you, there is usually a lot more actual kissing.”

Is the room suddenly really hot? Did it just get smaller in here?

“So,” Poe continues, stepping closer to you and entwining his fingers in yours (is this still real-life?). “Can you stop throwing pillows at me, and maybe we’ll just lie back down and try that again?”

Ohhh boyyyy, all the times you’ve imagined him propositioning you, not once have you turned him down. It takes every ounce of self-control you can muster. “I... I can’t. We shouldn’t. You shouldn’t. You’re my Commander.”

He drops his hands from yours. “Right. No. You’re right. We... shouldn’t.”

“In fact, Commander, I can’t believe you would just go around kissing your subordinates like that. It’s so improper.”

He’s about to rebuke you until he recognises the playful glint in your eyes.You’re pleased to have him smiling again, at least.

“Ok. Fine.” He raises his hands defensively. “We’ll just sleep then. Sound good?”

“Ok.” you agree, and you clamber into the far side of the bed, holiding the covers open for him. “Sounds good. It was just a little kiss. We can just forget it.”

He hesitates, but then he tugs in a deep breath and climbs in next to you, shimmying down beneath the blankets. Immediately, you both close your eyes tightly and turn your backs on one another.

Except, you can’t forget it, of course. It’s all you can kriffing think about. There’s no way you can sleep now! After that kiss?! The kiss of your life. Just imagine how good it would feel if you had given him a chance to properly kiss you back. The crush of his lips up against yours, his supple tongue slipping in and...And maybe you need to get out of bed and take a cold shower.

“Goodnight then, Commander.” you say in a small, unconvincing voice.

You feel him spin around in the bed, evidently now facing you, his breath billowing over the nape of your neck as he plonks his head back down on the pillow.

“G’night, sweet cheeks.” he purrs, ever so deliberately.

Oh, that smug flyboy. He knows. He knows you’re going to cave. And, you do as well. You turn, kiss him again, and this time his lips respond, his tongue leading; insistent and sinful and everything you could have hoped for.

When you’re both breathless he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. “Ok, just to clarify. You definitely kissed me that time too. Can we agree on that?” Then, he quickly wraps his arms around his head in case you’re about to launch another pillow-centric affront on his face.

“I know, Poe.” you admit, not caring in the slightest anymore. “Just shut up and kiss me some more.”

He smiles, dipping his lips towards yours again. “Now that’s the kind of pillow talk I like to hear.”

His kisses spread a heat through you. Make you feel so good. You realise that if you keep this up any longer you just won’t be able to stop. So, with a concerted effort you manage to break apart from him and catch your breath.

“Poe. We can’t. Shouldn’t. We should stop. I’m gonna sleep on the floor. Before I get ideas about banging you.”

“Ok.” he says causally, as if unbothered, unaffected. He simply folds his arms behind his head and waits quietly for you to gather up your pillow and spare blankets and retreat to the floor.

And then, just as you settle, he launches his pillow at your head with perfect aim. You complain loudly.

“I hear you, honey, but counter-suggestion. How about you just sleep in the bed, after you bang me?”

“Yeah, ok.” you respond instantly, reaching and pulling him down on to the floor with you.

There is only one bed, and you don’t get much use out of it that night.

Nor do you do a whole lot of sleeping.

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