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angel-of-the-moons · 3 months

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A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

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arthenaa · 1 year

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Hi!!!! Can I request Sebastian and maybe ominis reactions to mc being chosen for the Triwizard tournament and mc competing? Kinda angsty more like hurt/comfort? Romantic please 🤭

triwzard tournament reaction: ominis x gn! reader, sebastian x gn! reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, argument, boys worry over your well-being, angst. established relationship for sebastian, friends to lovers for ominis, theyre a bit mean on this one

a/n: heya anon! sorry it took awhile but here it is hehe im still not sure if i did it right to be honest. im fairly new to the hp world (even tho i did watch the movies, my knowledge fairly skimmed the surface of how the world works and its lore) anys here ya gooo. grammatical mistakes will be fixed soon sorrz its 3 am.

Sebastian Sallow

The moment he heard the headmaster announce your name as the champion for this year's triwizard tournament, he immediately fell silent.

You knew you were supposed to rejoice at the chance of representing your school in a tournament between 3 of Europe's biggest wizarding schools.

But the moment the brunette falls silent beside you, you couldn't help but look at him in concern

It was hard trying to assess the unreadable look on his face with how loud your schoolmates' cheers were.

You could feel Imelda's hands pulling you to stand up and join the other champions but you remain seated, eyes trained on Sebastian.

He finally notices your unmoving figure beside him and sends you a forced smile; encouraging you to take your place with them.

Eventually, you did. Trying to force yourself to be happy for being chosen.

After the headmaster called for a small break to allow the champions to mingle with their peers before the planning of their first task, you immediately went to find the brunette.

You had gone to Ominis first. The blonde told you that Sebastian immediately walked out of the hall right after the announcement but didn't know where. The blonde's guess was that he went to the undercroft.

And so you went to find your boyfriend to get the bottom of his sudden disappearance.

a/n: went hard on this one, was listening to september by sparky deathcap

"Sebastian." You called out as you entered the undercroft. You immediately spot his figure leaning against one of the pillars, eyes trained on the triptych in front of him. You stand, a few meters from him, hesitant in approaching due to his closed off body language.

He had been like this since the moment you were announced to be Hogwarts' champion for the Triwizard Tournament. It was an expected choice from the public, given your recent feats as a wizard but expecting your young friend to be happy for you—You're instead met with his silence.

You're suddenly aware of the tall and invisible wall that Sebastian had built up between the two of you once again. It happened once and it happened again, but this time it's because of you.

"Sebastian, what's wrong?" You ask calmly as you make slow and careful steps towards the boy. His eyes leave the triptych and now focus on the dusty surface of the floor. He smiles but its not reaching his eyes.

"It's nothing. Congrats." He mumbles, tone forced and stiff. You huff out a sigh as you stand in front of him with head tilted, face confused. Sebastian finally takes the moment to glance at you.

"Seriously? Are we doing this again?" You raise your eyebrows, eyes challenging him. After that thing with Anne and Solomon, Sebastian begun to distance himself around you and Ominis. It was understandable given the severity of his actions but it was ultimately an annoyance you have to deal with when he becomes closed off and reluctant to share his feelings.

It should've been that way. That he should be more open with you now considering what you both went through but apparently, it just hardened that stupid resolve of his.

"What are you— Look, I'm happy for you. Really. What else do you want me to say?" His tone becomes more frustrated and annoyed, your meddling certainly set off a fuse in his brain. You scoff at his indifference to your concern for him.

"I'm not asking about that, Sebastian. I already know you're not happy about it, no matter how many times you say it to my face," You retort, taking a step closer to him. He looks away, face contorted into a cold look. You raise your hand up, index finger pushing his chin to move his face towards yours. Your eyes meet brown. "I'm asking why you're suddenly closed off and angry about it. You left the hall out of nowhere, for Merlin's sake."

Silence lapses between the two of you as he looks at your eyes with a range of emotions. First it was indifference, then sadness, then desperation then finally, anger. He pushes your hand from his chin, stepping back as he runs his palm across his face.

"Sebastian—"

"Did you really have to put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asks, voice wavering as he look up at you through his lashes. You heave a sigh, licking your lips as you're unable to answer his question.

It takes a while for you to answer but you did.

"Professor Weasley thought of me to be a great representative, Sebastian." You try to reason with him, watching as he paces back and forth. His hands become obsessively occupied with his hair, fingers running back and forth his curls that you have the urge to calm them down but then he suddenly stops to look at you with such misguided anger, you had to take a step back to fully process it.

"But did you really have to?" Sebastian asks once more but this time his tone was evident of irritation. "Y/N, you're threading on very dangerous waters. You've barely been accustomed to living here and yet—"

"Are you saying I can't handle it?" You raise an eyebrow at him, disbelief in his lack of trust on you. His shoulders lower as he raises his head to look up at the ceiling before raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. It was a habit he often did whenever he was exhausted or not in the mood. "Do you not trust me?"

Your heart begins to fill with heavy feelings.

"Stop putting words in my mouth," He snaps as turns around, hand rubbing his chin as he paces a few meters away from you.

"Really? Cause it very well sounds like you don't," Your voice begins to shake but you will yourself not to break in front of him. Suddenly, guilt and regret fills your body, an effect of Sebastian's irritation with your decision to join the Triwizard Tournament. You wanted to join and you knew you could handle yourself well. It was just so mind boggling that the moment you saw Sebastian's disapproving face that it would suddenly affect your decision altogether. But alas, you were already chosen and it was too late to back out now. "I can handle myself very well. Need I remind you of the things that I've done in the past few months? I even defeated you in DADA—"

"That's not what this is about, for fucks sake, Y/N!" He yells all of a sudden that it causes you to flinch. The emotions you've been repressing suddenly began to start rising. You fall silent, hands curled into fists to stop yourself from bawling in front of him. "This is more than that measly fucking battle we had back then. You don't realize what you're getting yourself into and it's killing me."

You couldn't understand why he was like this. If he only just told you why, you would certainly understand.

You bite your lip as thoughts began to fill up your mind. You felt pathetic and pitiful. You felt as if you've disappointed him and you knew that this was something that should've never bothered you but this was your boyfriend. The person you expected to support you first amongst a sea of people. It didn't hurt wanting a bit of validation from him.

You didn't realize that the waterworks had already started to fall until you notice Sebastian's face soften at you. He moves towards you with haste, hands cupping your face to wipe the tears that continuously poured down your face. "Merlin, I didn't mean to— Fuck, I-I'm sorry."

You push his hands away as your face contorted into a look of anguish. "Why? Why do you always do this?"

"I-I don't—"

"Why do you always close yourself off? To Ominis, to Anne. To me?" You whisper, eyes swollen and red from crying. "You put a wall around yourself before I can even have the chance to understand why. You don't want to make me understand you, Sebastian."

He falters in front of you, eyes brimming with tears as he hesitantly reaches to grasp your robes. He finds comfort in the fact that he's still able to reach for you even if it's just the material of your cloak.

"I won't be able to understand why you're so angry about this." You continue, sniffling as he looks down in shame. "I'm one fucking person. I can't read your mind."

"I know that—"

"Then fucking tell me what's wrong?!" You yelled in frustration. He flinches at your tone, eyes looking up at you in surprise. You take a step closer, grasping his face in your hands. "You have to tell me what you're feeling, love. Tell me so that I can understand, please."

You trail off as a tear escapes your eye. He licks his lips as his eyebrows furrow in contemplation. He heaves out a shaky sigh before leaning into your touch.

"I'm scared," He starts off, voice small and weak. "The Triwizard Tournament is dangerous and things can happen unexpectedly, Y/N. People died because of it."

Your eyes are trained on him as tears began pouring down his face. He holds your hands on his face, grip tight and desperate.

"I'm scared you'll get hurt because of something or someone and I won't be there to—" He cuts himself off, letting out a sob. "No one can help you in there, Y/N. Back then with Ranrok, I didn't feel like this because me and the others were there. But this, this is different."

Your face falls with realization as he takes a step forward to press his forehead against yours.

"I-I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. I can't. I can't—"

You cut him off as you lift yourself up on your toes to press your lips against his. He immediately returns the kiss, allowing you to pull him close as you feel the taste of your tears on his lips.

There's no passion or lust evident in the kiss. It was only a silent communication between the two of you. Sebastian pours his unsaid feelings through the press of his lips against yours and you receive it wholeheartedly as you return his kiss. Right now, it was just you two. Sebastian and Y/N. Just two people trying to understand each other's emotions and feelings.

You're the first one to pull away. You look up at him with fond eyes. "Thank you for telling me."

He nods in understanding. "I'm sorry."

You shake your head, smiling as you watch a pout form on his lips. Unable to control yourself, you place a chaste kiss on his lips, giggling as the corners of his lips quirk up to a subtle smile.

"You're right. I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't trust you." He mumbles, eyes trained on you.

"It's okay. I understand why you're so upset but the Professors reassured that things will be safe this time." You smile, rubbing your thumbs softly against his cheeks. "You've seen me take down a grown ass troll, I'm sure I can take whatever's waiting for me in the tournament."

He chuckles at your joking tone before nodding and pulling you into a hug. He pulls you tight against him, basking in your presence.

"Just be careful." He whispers against your hair. Your arms tighten around him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

After that drama shit, this mans whole ass is your cheer team

Imelda thinks its annoying but let the man be

He's there every step of the way and you always found comfort in knowing that he was there supporting you

When you win the Triwizard cup, he's all over you.

good luck

just sebastian being proud of his lover <3

Ominis Gaunt

MANS TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM PUTTING YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE

he was already so adamant on not letting you join

but sebastian was your bro and you really wanted to join so you two teamed up to slip your name in

surprise surprise, ominis was not happy

The moment the headmaster called out your name, Ominis walked out of the hall

it certainly got looks from your friends and housemates but you only willed yourself to stand up and walk to where the rest of the champions were staying

a bad feeling was stirring in your gut as you stood beside the other participants

After the headmaster had declared a feast to celebrate the announcement of the champions, you immediately went to Sebastian who met you with a guilty look on his face

"Go to him." Sebastian smiles, patting you arm. He mentioned to you that Ominis barely acknowledged him when he tried to convince the young Gaunt to be happy for you being chosen.

You immediately go towards where you'll expect him to be

When you go inside the undercroft, Ominis immediately sets off

"Some gall you have to show up here." Ominis could be very well seething at you from his spot by one of the pillars. He has his hands crossed over his chest, wand on one of his hands as he leans back against the rough surface.

You nod in understanding as you stand in front of him, hands wringing each other out in nervousness.

"Listen, Ominis—"

"No, you listen here." He removes himself from the pillar and walks toward you in long strides by the guide of his wand. You stumble back in surprise as he stops in front of you. "You and Sebastian are absolute fucking idiots. The Triwizard Tournament isn't something that the two of you could play around with. It isn't a fucking playground, Y/N."

Your heart stings at the harshness of his words.

"W-we're not playing around, Ominis. You know me, I can do this—" You try to reason with him but he only scoffs at your face.

"Really? 'Cause it sure doesn't look like it when you both were sniggering beside me. You think I wouldn't notice?" His voice had become emotionless and harsh to the point that you couldn't even recognize the man before you. You feel a lump in your throat, trying your best to keep it down as you feel your emotions slowly affecting your mind. "I'm very well aware of what you can do but that's not what this is about. For once, can you both take this fucking seriously?"

You feel your heart ache once more.

"We knew you wouldn't agree to it. What were we supposed to do?" You try to overpower his voice but his domineering aura only weakened your resolve. Damn you for having too much of a soft spot for Ominis.

"Right. Cause I know my thoughts matter least to Sebastian." He responds, bitterly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the sudden mention of your best friend.

"I was the one who wanted to join— Why are you bringing Sebastian into this?" You question his sudden hostility towards the Sallow boy. The brunette hadn't even done anything but support you in your decision to enter. Well, he did distract Ominis so that you could put your name in but he didn't do anything worthy to be put in a bad light by Ominis.

"You sure? Cause it looks like this was a shared decision between the two of you. Encouraged you well, I assume?" Ominis has a snarky tone in his voice that a left a bad taste on your tongue. You couldn't allow this.

"Ominis, Sebastian is my best friend—"

"I'm your best friend too!" His voice suddenly raised causing you to flinch. He pants in anger before looking away in shame. "I at least expected that you would've thought over it but the way you tried to sneak behind me to put your name in the goblet just doesn't hit right with me, Y/N."

You fall silent at his confession. You were scared of his reaction if you told him that you really wanted to join. Out of the two, Ominis was the one you desired hearing validation from. You suppose it's because of your crush on him for the past few months but the young Gaunt was always an exceptional wizard. You were amazed by his adaptability in sensing his surroundings through magic as well as his overall, magical prowess. You hoped that Ominis would at least understand you by now.

"I'm sorry. I didn't take your feelings to account, I—" You cut yourself off as a sob threatened to leave your mouth. Tears had began pouring down your face and you had to cover your mouth so that Ominis wouldn't suspect thing.

You clearly had bad judgement.

"Oh, darling." He whispers as he walks up to you and embraces you in his arms. This time, you couldn't help the hiccups and sobs escaping your mouth as you pull him close. Ominis caresses your head with soft pets while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"I-I didn't mean to—"

"Shh. No, it's okay." He mumbles as he feels for your face, softly wiping it with his sleeve. He smiles as he gently sees you with his touch, his thumb rubbing your cheeks then your nose then eyes then your lips.

You blush at the sudden feeling and before you could ask about the sudden touch, Ominis speaks.

"I-I was worried. The Triwizard Tournament isn't exactly safe as it sounds. There are cases of badly hurt students or even some that resulted in death. The worse part is that outside help isn't allowed at all and I'm scared that you'll get hurt and no one's there to help you." He whispers as his thumb moves back to rub softly against your cheek. He takes a moment to lick his lips in contemplation. "I'm sorry. I was being an asshole. You're dear to me, Y/N. More than Sebastian. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Your cheeks heat at the insinuation of his words. You stare at his face riddled with worry and concern. You're suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him for his concern for your well-being. You admit, you had both gone over this the wrong way but you now know that his anger was for the right reasons. So you let yourself be guided by your heart.

Unable to help yourself, you grab his robes and lift yourself on your toes to press a fast kiss on his lips. The blonde stutters at the sudden feeling of your lips against his, not able to process it properly with how fast you pulled away. His cheeks heat up to a rosy tint. You smile at his flustered expression.

"Do it again." He whispers, leaning down towards you. You giggle as he tries to find your lips. Deciding to let the poor boy have what he wants, you pull him down to your lips to meet his in a sweet kiss.

The young Gaunt smiles as he pulls you close by your waist. It's soft, sweet, and gentle; A perfect exchange of your unspoken feelings for one another. You pull away softly, leaning your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry that I had carelessly ignored what you felt. I was scared that you'd be disappointed in me but I really want to do this, Ominis." You explain as you cup his cheeks, placing yet another peck on his lips. He smiles softly at the affection. "I'll be careful. I trust the headmasters to keep us safe. You know they will."

Ominis sighs before pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him, feeling his tight grip around you. He lets out a shaky breath on his position on your neck.

"You have to come back to me." He mumbles quietly, basking in your presence. You would almost miss it but how could you when your undivided attention was always focused on this man.

You smile, feeling your heart warm up at the thought of coming back in his arms.

"I will."

mans was not as loud as sebastian but he was always there to watch you

always has sebastian communicating to him about what happened to you and stuff

just an overall worried bf that continues to support you

after you won the triwizard tournament, he was all smiley smiley and telling you hes so proud of you and that youre the best and that ofc you would win cause he never doubted your abilities (just worried youd get hurt)

overall hes the best and just concerned abt your well being

A/N: TADAH ITS DONE !!! they were both a bit of an asshole but its bc they care about u 🥺🥺🥺 anys lmk your thoughts hehe

#arthenaa #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt angst #sebastian sallow angst #hogwarts legacy angst

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I need boyfriend!Steve to comfort me. Really. I'm struggling with my depression lately and it's being really hard to cope on my own. Just imagining this sweet guy being comprehensive and patient during my crisis, holding me tight and saying that everything's gonna be alright actually calms me down 😔

Hello, love! I'm really sorry that you're struggling with your depression so I am sending hugs and love and hot chocolate your way. I really hope you can get some comfort from this, even though it's more of a blurb than an actual fic 💚💚 Wordcount: 1027 Warnings/Tags: established relationship, fluff,angst, talks about depression, sweet and caring Steve Harrington, gn reader

Just Take My Hand

A soft touch to your shoulder, but you only curled in on yourself more, squeezing your eyes shut. Steve was seated at the edge of the bed, watching you while he pulled his hand back. He knew you pretended to be asleep, but weren’t really. You were always more relaxed when you were sleeping, not snoring, but he could always hear the soft intake of breath. Evenly breathing, your chest rising and falling, your lips often pursed… He loved it, loved watching you sleep, because he knew that you were at ease then - except for when you had a nightmare or a spicy dream, then it was different, but nothing like that was the case right now. You were pretending to sleep to not bother him with everything that was going on in your head.

You felt him get up again and once the door fell shut, you lifted your head to see if he was really gone. When your depression pulled you down, you really didn’t want to lay that on Steve. He’d suffered enough and didn’t need you to add to his worries, so you tried your best to deal with it yourself, even though you knew that it wasn’t the best way to cope.

With a sigh, you turned onto your side again, hugging the pillow tight that smelled like Steve. Sure, you could just ask him to come and cuddle with you, but something held you back, even though you knew that it would help you, that it would make your own worries subside at least a little bit. But you stayed right where you were.

You had no idea how much time had passed when the door opened again. The smell of fresh food filled your nose, making your stomach growl. No breakfast and no lunch did that to you, but you hadn’t been able to eat anything at all, hadn’t even realised how hungry you were.

The bed dipped behind your again, announcing Steve, before you could feel his arms wrap around your middle. He pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“I know you’re awake,” he mumbled, lifting his head slowly again, leaning his head against yours, arms squeezing around you momentarily. You stiffened automatically, but your body relaxed again when his lips ghosted over your throat. “And I gave you some time, but I can’t keep watching you like this. So, will you please come with me?”

“Steve…” Digging your teeth into your bottom lip, you tried your best to keep from crying.

“Hun, you need to eat something and I cooked your favourite. If nothing of what I have downstairs is appealing to you… I’ll let you get back to bed, okay?”

“Okay…” Your voice was quiet, almost defeated, but you knew that he only meant well, and that he’d leave you here alone if that was what you really wanted. But Steve was right, you needed something to eat, and you were actually curious about what he had downstairs.

“Thank you!” A gentle smile lit up his face when you turned around to look at him, making the corners of your lips twitch up slightly as well. He always had that effect on you, always calmed you, always made you feel more at ease.

With Steve holding your hand, you walked down the stairs, but the table wasn’t set, which was a bit confusing.

“Over there,” Steve said, redirecting your eyes to the living room. It wasn’t normal that you ate in front of the TV, so it surprised you that he’d set up everything there, including a stack of movies. When you stepped closer, you could see that he’d gotten all your favourite movies, no matter how much he always said he didn’t enjoy them, lots of chocolate and he’d really cooked your favourite food.

“Look,” Steve starts, letting go of your hand and stepping in front of you, tilting your head back with his fingers on your chin so you have to look at him. “You don’t have to talk or tell me anything, alright? But I’m here if you need me, and I will distract you if that’s what you need. I will-”

You stopped him with your lips on his, because your heart burst with love for this man. But that moment also made the flood gates open, so you tasted your own tears on your lips.

“Hey…. it’s okay,” he mumbled, his right hand carefully cradling your face to make you look up at him, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m right here and whatever it is, we’ll manage it together, alright?”

“It’s just…” you whispered, hiccuping right afterwards, which stopped you from going on with what you wanted to say.

“It’s all a bit much at the moment, hm?” His thumb rubbed back and forth over your cheek, soothing you, and you felt yourself leaning into his touch, giving just the slightest of nods.

“C’mere,” he whispered into your hair, wrapping his arms around you to squeeze you tight. He held you like this for some time, your nose against the crook of his neck, taking deep breaths, while his hands slowly rubbed up and down your back.

“Everything is gonna be alright, hun,” Steve said, only pulling back enough to look into your eyes. He detached one hand from your back to brush away the tears. “We’ll manage this together, alright? Whatever it is, I’m not gonna let you face your demons alone.” He leaned forward again to press his lips to your forehead.

“Thank you…” you whispered into his chest, taking another deep breath.

“Anything for you.” He gave you another squeeze before he led you to the sofa, settled you between his legs before he reached for the plate. He actually helped you eat as well, figuring that you were completely worn out, but at least you were relaxing, because you knew that Steve meant every word he’d said, that he wouldn’t leave you alone, that he’d do everything he could to help you. But he was already doing that, and that was why you loved him even more.

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Chosen For Pleasure (VI)

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soft ass chapter for you all!

I walked back down the dirt path towards Jared's house, a few stray tears slipping from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away.

I wouldn't give Jensen the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

It's not like he would anyways.

He was already practically at the door, taking larger strides than me. I noticed him stop, his hand on the handle, his shoulders slumped over. I thought he was going to turn around and apologize but instead he sulked inside the house with a huff.

I sat down on Jared's porch steps, taking a minute to collect myself. It wasn't like I could just leave, we were almost three hours away from Laredo, and I came here with Jensen.

Fuck.

Why did he have to make this so difficult?

I was trying really hard to understand him, but I won't fight for something if he won't even meet me halfway.

I heard the door open slowly a body slipping out.

"can you please just give me a minute Jensen.." I started but was cut off.

"It's Jared."

Jared sat down beside me placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"sorry, I just uh needed a minute." I said playing with my hands.

Jared nodded his head as I took a shaky breath.

"he's kind of a asshole sometimes." Jared spoke making me smile.

I thought asshole was putting it mildly but I wouldn't say that.

"just a little." I spoke biting my lip.

"look it’s really not my place, but he's been through some really bad shit, and so for him it's just easier to push people away then deal with his feelings which is why he acts like an ass." Jared explained.

I was silent, fighting the tears that threatened to fall any minute.

"but I can honestly say, him bringing you here, him grabbing your hand in front of the guys, that's him trying, something he doesn't do very often." he added.

"why can't he tell me this himself?" I asked placing my head in my hands.

Jared didn't say anything as he rubbed a hand down my back in comfort.

"he makes it so incredibly hard to get close to him." I spoke finally picking my head back up.

“I’ve watched Jensen push away many good things in his life, but I don't want to sit by and watch him lose this too. I think you're good for him, whether he'll admit it or not. you...you push his buttons, and you don't allow him to get away with his bullshit. that's exactly what he needs. I guess what I'm trying to say is to give him some time, he'll come around, and when he's ready, he'll let you in."

I chewed on my bottom lip contemplating his words.

"Jared, what did Jensen whisper to you the day I first met you, when you came to his house?" I asked nervously, turning my body so it was fully facing Jared.

Jared beamed with a smile looking in my eyes.

"he said you were definitely not like the other girls who've been there."

I couldn't fight the smile that appeared on my face. I guess if I really wanted Jensen, I'd have to take him flaws and all. I was just hoping that Jared was right, if I just gave it time, he'd finally let me in.

"thanks Jared." I smiled giving him a hug.

"of course, now you have to come in and try Gen's dessert, it's to die for." Jared smiled helping me up.

As he opened the door for us to go in, Jensen stood on the other side, like he was coming out.

"I'll uh, give you guys a minute." Jared said smiling at me and stepping to the side so Jensen can come out.

I stood in silence, my arms folded across my chest.

"what did he uh say to you?" Jensen asked hesitantly.

"don't worry, he didn't spill any of your secrets... said you were an asshole though." I smirked satisfied with my jab.

"I am." Jensen said.

It hurt me to hear him talk badly about himself. Even though he totally deserved it.

"he also told me that you were trying, and that you push people away because it's easier for you." I said uncrossing my arms.

Jensen looked slightly relieved at my words.

"I am trying, god (y/n) I've never had to try this much with a woman before, I slept with you in my bed, I.. I threatened a douche bag at the bar for you, I even went looking for a stupid sd card…” he rambled but I cut him off.

“you went looking for my sd card?”

“yeah, I mean I needed some excuse to see you again, so I went looking for it.” He said rubbing his neck nervously.

I felt my heart rate increase, the butterflies in my stomach erupting.

He does care.

“I’m trying and it's driving me crazy, you're driving me crazy." He murmured, his large hand cupping my cheek.

"Jensen I'm not trying to drive you crazy" I said laughing.

"you're driving me crazy because you're changing me."

I felt the breath get caught in my throat. I bit my lip looking up at him. I could tell this wasn’t him acting, he was being real and raw right now.

"how about this I won't push you about your past as long as you promise me you'll at least try to meet me halfway?" I offered him with a smile.

"I promise I'll try." Jensen said bringing his lips down kissing my forehead while pulling me to his chest.

I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tightly. He removed his arms, but settled one around my waist as he led me back inside.

"oh there they are, thought you two were screwing somewhere on the property." Jeff laughed, a shot glass in his hand filled with what appeared to be whiskey.

"I think he's drunk." Jensen whispered in my ear.

"no we uh save the screwing for his house." I joked with Jeff sending Jensen a wink.

I could see his eyes go dark with lust.

I walked in to the kitchen, wanting to apologize to Genevieve for my leaving. Jared was on his way out with a bottle of rum. He quickly caught my elbow.

"everything okay with you guys?"

"thanks in part to you." I said offering him a smile.

"yeah well, like I said he needs someone to keep him in check." Jared laughed.

It was a rather uneventful rest of the night. All the guys sat around a small fire pit on Jared's deck swapping stories while sipping on some rum from Jensen's business.

Well with the exception of Jeff who was chugging it, and was clearly wasted.

I sat beside Jensen listening intently to them talk, laughing at their antics. Jensen's hand stayed at rest on my thigh, stroking his fingers gently making me flinch every time he did so. Everyone started to say their goodbyes. I gave Genevieve a big hug.

"please come around again, it's nice to have another female here." she said smiling.

I gave a hug to Misha and Jared, and a handshake to both Mark's and Richard, not having the time to connect with them as much as Misha and Jared. Jeff gave me a big hug that lasted a little too long, forcing Jensen to pry me away as I laughed.

"ah come on don't be such a party pooper Ackles." Jeff slurred with a smirk.

He wasn't serious, it was all just in good fun.

“get your own Jeff.” Jensen laughed.

Jensen led me back out to the ferrari opening the door for me. Once he was in he looked my way with a smile.

“I think they liked you, some of them a little too much.” He said.

“I liked them too… especially Jeff.” I shot back biting my bottom lip.

He was an asshole tonight, so I was going to push his buttons, I mean it was only fair after all.

“oh is that right?”

“uh huh, he’s my favorite character from the show.” I smirked.

I could see Jensen’s jaw tense as I continued to tease.

“In fact I always found him kind of sexy.” I pushed further.

“sexy huh?”

“sexiest on the show.”

Jensen growled. He kept one hand on the wheel while the other rested on my leg running up my thigh. He continued upwards until he was rubbing his fingers over my lace thong.

“how sexy is he now?” Jensen asked rubbing his thumb over my sensitive spot.

I bit my lip not wanting to moan at his touch.

He wasn’t winning this one that easily. I put my hand on his thigh starting to massage it. He groaned as I let my hand linger over his crotch. He was already hard.

He pulled my panties to the side, easily inserting his two fingers, and rubbing up and down my slit. I panted heavily, it was getting harder to choke back the moans that wished to escape.

okay then, two can play your game. I reached over undoing the button on his pants and palmed him through his boxers.

“you better stop that if you don’t want me to crash this car.” He groaned.

“stop what?” I asked innocently.

I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers, gently running my fingers over his length He removed his fingers gripping the wheel tightly with both hands.

“fuck.” He groaned throwing his head back.

I rubbed up and down his length with my hand, his hips instinctively bucking up to meet my palm.

“fuck, you gotta stop, can’t focus on driving.”Jensen panted.

I slowly pulled my hand out of his boxers making sure my fingers danced over him one last time.

“oops” I smirked.

Jensen looked over at me, his pupils dilated with pleasure.

“take your panties off.” Jensen ordered.

“hm what for?”

“cause as soon as we get out of this car I’m fucking you senseless… or I could always rip them off, up to you.” He growled.

I leaned over peppering light kisses to his neck.

“I think I’ll go with option two..” I whispered seductively in his ear.

“as you wish angel.” Jensen growled.

I felt the car speed up, making me clutch the door handle for stability. I laughed as Jensen ran a stop sign trying his quickest to get back to his house.

“okay easy there race car driver, we can’t fuck if we don’t make it back in one piece.” I said as Jensen increased his speed a little more.

I gasped as he did a burn out in to his driveway. Once the car was stopped he grabbed me pulling me over to straddle his lap. His lips went to my neck kissing up and down it feverishly. I could feel him throbbing through his jeans. I ground my hips down on to his causing a throaty moan to escape his lips.

His hand traveled to my panties. The sound of ripping fabric filled the car.

“Jensen please fuck me.” I whined.

I’m not sure how he did it, but he somehow got out of the car with me still straddling him. My lips sucked on his neck, kissing his bearded jaw. He fumbled with his keys, trying to unlock the door.

Fuck he was taking too long.

He finally got the door unlocked. He walked me over to his dining room table laying me down gently. He quickly disposed of his shirt, before pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I yelped as he pulled me by my legs down the table until my butt was dangling off the edge. He wrapped my legs around him, lining himself up with my entrance.

I let out a breathy moan as he thrust in to me.

“fuck you feel so good.” Jensen groaned.

He worked at a quick pace thrusting in and out of me. Jensen worked my dress over my head leaving only just my bra.

“better take that off, or I’m gonna rip it too.” He groaned thrusting deeper.

I quickly unclasped my bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the floor. Jensen’s lips came down to my breast, his sweet lips wrapping around my hardened nipple.

“fuck Jensen.” I moaned as my hands came up to his hair tugging it.

“that’s right angel moan my name.” He growled, his thrusts becoming noticeably sloppy.

“Jensen.” I moaned again feeling my high approach.

Jensen snapped his hips harder and faster.

“I’m not making it much longer sweetheart.” He moaned.

“that’s fine me either.” I panted.

Another snap of his hips had Jensen spilling out, a string of curse words leaving his lips. Just that sight alone was enough to make me reach my high. His name leaving my lips as I orgasmed.

My body went limp as he pulled out.

Fuck.

I don’t think I’d ever get tired of that.

Jensen picked me up bridal style bringing me over to his sectional, laying us down so I was on top of him. My head lay on his chest as his hands rubbed up and down my back.

“do you really have to go to California this weekend?” He asked hands now playing with my hair.

“yeah I do… I have to meet Richard.”

“but you already met Richard?” Jensen said confusion in his voice.

“not that Richard you doofus.. my moms new boyfriend.” I laughed.

“Oh and how do you feel about that?” He asked in concern.

“I feel that she deserves to be happy, and if this guy really makes her happy then I’ll be fine… she was really hurt when daddy died, she told me she’d never find another love like that, and she did… so maybe that means there’s hope for the rest of us.” I said biting my lip.

I noticed Jensen was quiet again. Oh no, he wasn’t shutting down again was he?

“Jensen? I didn’t say something that upset you did I?” I hesitantly asked.

“maybe some of us are just hopeless.” He whispered.

I quickly picked my head up to look in his eyes but he was glancing at the floor.

“Jensen look at me.” I said placing a hand on his cheek and forcing him to look in my eyes.

“you are not hopeless.” I spoke sternly.

“how can you say that, I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you?” He said.

that wasn’t entirely true.

“yeah well I guess I have a soft spot for you Ackles, I mean you did go through all that trouble to find my sd card.” I said smiling.

“do you know how hard that little thing was to find in the dark?” He asked laughing.

“oh I’m sure it was.”

“I spent over an hour looking for that thing, had Cole and a couple other guys helping me.” He said laughing still.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. I leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“and who said you didn’t have a heart?”

“I guess I let it come out every now and then.” He murmured licking his lips.

“well I really like when it does.” I whisper brushing my fingers across his cheek.

He cuddled me closer to his body. I laid my head back on his chest wishing we could just live in this moment forever.

however that wasn’t reality….

and reality sucked.

Author Note:

Damn another cliffhanger, I be doing this to myself too don’t worry. Remember if you’re enjoying and want to see more, show some love! It’s all appreciated!

xoxoxo

Part (VII)

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Her Grace's Handmaiden pt 5

(Cersei x Fem Reader SMUT: fingering, dom Cersei, praise kink, voyerism, exhibitionism, oral (F receiving), spanking. Sandor x Fem Reader FLUFF)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

As Winterfell grew larger in the distance, Sandor cast a side ways glance your way. It has been days since you'd spoken a single word to anyone.

You had taken to sleeping near the horses, particularly the mare that became your regular mount. When you didn't sleep, you clung to Clegane like a shadow. Over three days you watched him tend and saddle not just his horse, but those of the royal family. For 3 days you learned by watching in silence, like a looming spirit.

At first he tried to shake you off, ordering you to chores far away from him, but at the end of each day you still found yourself next to him.

It was because no matter where you went, no matter what you did, there was a cloying sense of being watched that followed you every waking minute of your day. The instinctive sense of being watched like prey being stalked by a predator.

Sandor sensed it too, and told you as much.

"She'll send for you soon" he asserted, "When she does, don't try to defend yourself. Don't make excuses. Just apologize and move on"

You nodded and continued whatever work you had been doing at the time.

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Jaime gazed at his sister, who was lost in thought. Her beautiful mouth was twisted into a look of dissatisfaction as she watched you scurry back and forth from task to task.

Tyrion was settled with a thick tome and mug of ale, watching his siblings' wordless interaction with mild interest.

"What's happening here?" He inquired "this wouldn't have to do with that plump little handmaid you two have been sharing, does it?"

Jaime sighed, shaking his head. "You know, sometimes our sister acts very much like a little child"

"I don't disagree" Tyrion closed the book in his lap, "But in what capacity are we speaking?"

Jaime's eyes tracked Cersei's gaze to you as you carried an arm load of kindling for a fire towards Sandor's tent.

"She seems to think if she throws away a toy, it will still be there when she wants it back again."

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"You don't have to do that" Sandor took the kindling bundle from you roughly.

There was a long silence as you gripped the kindling harder so he actually had to pry it from your hands, letting them fall slack at your sides.

"I need to be of help."

Sandor froze. Those were the first words you'd said in three days.

You approached him firmly and took back the bundle before dropping it at the circle of stones by the tent.

"I need to be of help, or else I don't know what to do with myself, so just-" you drew a deep sigh and began to arrange the timber carefully. "Let me do this, okay?"

Sandor rolled his eyes irritably but didn't stop you. A helpful pest was better than an unhelpful one.

He was acutely aware of the eyes that followed the two of you since you'd started shadowing him. Muffled whispers that vanished as soon as he glanced up and set his hard eyes in their direction.

"You know what they're saying about you, right?" He pressed you one night.

"That they think I'm fucking you?" You glanced up at him through the fire you were tending. The flames flickered in your pupils as the air grew tense between you. He wasn't expecting you to be so blunt about it, forgetting for a moment you were still baseborn, not a wilting high born flower.

"Yes, I'm very aware. Does that bother you?"

"Not as much as it should bother you."

"Why?" You laughed, "What reputation do I have to protect? Contrary to what you may think, I am capable of taking care of myself when I need to."

Sandor considered this a moment. "Who are you?" He asked finally "Where did you even come from?"

"Flea Bottom" You shrugged.

"And how did a girl from Flea Bottom come to be favored handmaid to the queen?"

"I told you" you smiled a little bitterly, "I need to be helpful. And people like helpful people. Especially when they stay out of the way, are always on hand, and know how to keep their mouth shut."

The answer was vague, but it was clear it was the only one he was getting.

"Well, since we're being honest." Sandor sat by the fire with a skin of ale, getting on your level even if he still towered over you. "What is it with you and the queen? Are you really that cunt stuck with her that you're sticking around even after she sacked you?"

You thought on this for a moment. "I remember the first time I saw Her Grace" you began. "And I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. No, I KNEW it. And I was like a moth to a flame, everywhere she went, I went. Whatever she needed, I was there. I don't think she even noticed at first. It wasn't until I was allowed to tend her bedroom that she knew I actually existed. And Gods, I was so happy when she did. I don't know why she chose to favor me, I really don't. All I knew was she might as well have been the sun, that's how important she is."

"Hm" Sandor has been listening intently before scoffing "until she beat the seven hells out of you."

You chuckled darkly, "you know....as pathetic as this is, even now my day starts and ends with her."

"So when did you start sleeping together?"

"Oh, we never did"

Sandor choked on his ale, sputtering and trying to catch his breath. "Pardon?"

"No, she never touched me. Not like that. I desperately wanted her too but she said I hadn't earned it so it just never happened." You left out the reward she had granted you, not wanting to drag Ser Jaime into this.

"All this time, everything you just said, and she hasn't even touched you?" He gaped incredulously. "I'm not going to say what I'm thinking, because I'm sure you already know"

You blushed fiercely and turned your face away from him. "Yes, you've made your opinion very clear, thank you"

"Gods" Sandor breathed. "If you're this mad for someone who hasn't even touched you, I can't imagine what you'll do when someone fucks you."

"Ser Clegane!" You scolded him, face growing redder "My devotion is not contingent on that, thank you very much. Besides, it's not like I haven't already, you know."

"Really?" Sandor blinked. "I just assumed."

"Just because maiden is in the name, doesn't mean I need to be one." you grumbled. "I want to talk about something else"

"Fine" Clegane smirked. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Why aren't you a knight?" You asked "Your father was, your brother is, and I know plenty of people have offered to knight you. So why aren't you?"

"Hm, easy" Sandor passed you the skin of ale, which you took willingly and took a hard swallow. It was strong, but didn't burn. "Because knights are cunts"

"But your father and brother-"

"Especially my father and brother."

You nodded with vague understanding and the two of you settled into silence. The hair on your neck pricked up again. She was watching you.

It was like a predator watching a rabbit, you were almost afraid to move. You found yourself wondering if you even wanted her to call on you.

Of course you did, right?

After all, you traveled across the continent for her. You'd seen to her every comfort in a way that, looking back, was almost obsessive. You'd even allowed her brother to take you to bed to make her happy, not that you didn't enjoy it.

So why this uncertainty?

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"You know, there's no guarantee she'll even want to come back."

"Don't be ridiculous" Cersei spat, internally struggling with her brother's words. She had honestly expected you to come crawling back the morning after she had sent you away.

Instead, you had attached yourself The Hound of all people.

It could be worse

You could have left completely.

"Just bring her to me."

Jaime nodded slowly and left the tent to retrieve you from Clegane's fireside.

Cersei bit at the cuticles on her thumb and cross her free hand over her chest.

"Your Grace?"

She turned, tucking her hand into her chest.

"Y/N, come in"

Your curtsey was deep but hesitant.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes" the queen nodded. "I want to put the nastiness at the inn behind us."

You nodded slowly, "Whatever your grace wishes"

"Good" Cersei looked to the plush bed in the corner. Not as lavish as her bed in kings landing, but worlds away from the hay bales and blankets you'd been sleeping on. "You smell of smoke and horses, I've already ordered a bath be drawn."

"I-"

"Don't argue" Cersei cut you off swiftly. "Undress"

You obeyed, slowly stripping to your shift as a large tub was delivered through the tent by a team of squires followed by buckets of steaming water.

"Come here, sweetling" Cersei waited until the bath was full and the tent flaps firmly closed before reaching out to you.

Your pulse was pounding. You had expected to arrive and be whipped, or at least scolded fiercely and dismissed once more. Instead Cersei's clever fingers were carefully stripping off your worn shift and small clothes as she breathed sweet praise in your ear.

"You've been such a good girl for me" she cooed "anyone else would have abandoned me, but not you. You stayed until I called for you, just as I said I would."

Had she said that?

You struggled to remember, the scent of her perfume and the shine of her hair hypnotizing you.

Guiding you slowly to the tub, Cersei continued her praise as she slowly pushed you into the water. The warmth was an instant relief to your muscles, which were tight from tending the stables and sleeping on the ground.

A low moan that you didn't bother to stifle escaped your lips and Cersei grinned.

"There now, isn't that so much better?" Her hands slipped to your shoulders. "Much better than those stables and..." she led off. "Sweetling, you've been spending an awful lot of time with my son's sworn sword, haven't you? That Hound, Clegane."

You swallowed, "yes, Your Grace, I suppose I have."

"You haven't-? You haven't allowed him to"

Her meeting took you fully and you blushed.

"Oh! Oh, no Your Grace. Never. He actually spent most of the time trying to get rid of me"

"Oh, poor thing" Cersei almost purred, pleased that your attentions hadn't strayed. Her hands drifted down from your shoulder, tracing your collarbones down to the tops of your breasts. Your nipples began to harden with anticipation just under the water line

"Your Grace," you breathed only to be shushed softly.

"Lean back" she tilted your neck back, exposing your throat fully, "Your hair is a mess. I won't tolerate a grubby handmaid"

Obediently you allowed your hair to be soaked and scrubbed, tough knots carefully detangled and combed through.

"There now" The queen purred, her lips lingering painfully close to your neck. "So much better."

An ache began to grow between your legs and the queen chuckled as the water rippled with your thighs as they squeezed together.

"My brother is right" she teased, "you do get worked up easily. Shall I bring him in here for you?"

You whined eagerly at this, casting you eyes to look up at her pleadingly.

"No," Cersei shook her head, "No, I think I want you all to myself tonight. But, he is right outside and I want him to hear your sweet noises when I fuck you. Can you do that?"

You nodded fervently. "Yes, Your Grace"

A single hand dipping below the water, obscured by the hazy steam wafting off the surface. A finger began to trace the outline of you nipple, slowly dragging the edge of her nail over the bumps and ridges before swiftly pinching and rolling it between two fingers.

"Fuck" you let out a strangled gasp, a bolt shooting between your thighs.

"That's right sweetling," Cersei's purrs turned to growls, "let him hear you."

Latching her lips to the junction where your shoulder met the soft skin of your throat and slipping a second hand beneath the bath water, Cersei coaxed a chorus of whines and moans from your lips, while keeping her eyes trained on the edge of the tent flap.

You weren't sure when you body had left the bath, but you knew the sudden cold air made your skin prickle and your body press against the queen for warmth.

"Hands and knees, just like that. Good" Cersei panted her instructions, hands slinking down your wet body, one hand keeping busy with your nipples while the other traced over the softness of your stomach to the swell of your hips. Gently she pressed your spine to arch and present your ass like an animal in heat.

Your face pressed to the floor, wet knees struggling not to slip, you felt the ridges of her knuckles drag up and down your slit, gathering the slick juices that began to coat your lips.

"Look at you, already drenched and ready. Your body was made for this" Cersei slipped a finger into your eager cunt, reaching deep before pulling out and leaving you gasping.

"Sweet girl" she cooed, tracing your face with the wet finger before pressing it to your lips and prompting you to suck your juices off her hand.

"Who does this body belong to?" The queen growled, removing her finger and pressing her claws into the flesh of your hip.

"You, your grace."

"Louder."

The slap left you ass stinging, remembering the queen hadn't removed her rings before attacking your body.

"You, Your Grace" you repeated louder, flushed knowing someone was listening. A drawn out moan was forced from your chest as the queen plunged two fingers into your cunt to reward your obedience.

She didn't pull them all the way out as she fucked you, instead keeping them deep inside to find that rough, spongy spot that made your hips buck and thighs shake.

"Right here?" She mewled teasingly, pressing harder and stroking your g-spot as your cunt clenched around her fingers tightly.

"Yes! Yes, please, please don't stop" you begged

"Please who?"

"Please, Your Grace. My Queen. Mistress, please don't stop!" Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, the coil of muscle deep in your body threatening to snap at at moment.

"You're so close, darling" Cersei leaned in to whisper in your ear. "So very close."

Her free hand grabbed the back of your neck, pinning your face hard into the ground as she quickened the paces of her fingers, adding a third and grinning triumphantly as a helpless wail of pleasure filled the tent.

You hips bucked freely, desperately riding out your orgasm on the Queen's fingers as she continued to draw slow, almost gentle circles before pulling out.

"Good girl, sweet girl, no no no, you're not finished yet" The queen slapped your face gently, pulling your bleary eyes back into focus.

The bed sunk under your weight as the queen pushed you backwards into the cushion. Your legs and hips half dangled over the edge as Cersei settled herself between your spread thighs.

"Touch your breasts for me, darling" she instructed you and purred when you obeyed, "Don't be gentle, that's right. Harder. Good girl"

Your whines filled the tent with each pinch and pull of your tender nipples, regularly licking your fingers to keep the friction steady as Cersei spread your cunt with her fingers and admired her work.

A single long lick up your slit was all the warning you received before she brutally ravished your clit.

You cried out and tried to roll your hips, but found yourself pressed to the cushion firmly as the queen alternated steady pressure to your over sensitive bundle of nerves with ruthless bites and pressed nails into the soft insides of your thighs.

Your second orgasm came as a surprise, no build up like the first one, only a sudden shock of blind pleasure that drew loud gasps and moans with every other breath.

Cersei did not stop after the second, or even after the third orgasm, working your body until you were sweating and almost recoiling from her touch. You body was on fire and your abdomen throbbed with pleasure.

"One more, sweetling." She promised. "You can do that for me can't you? Just one more"

You sobbed but nodded, chest heaving as your fists gripped the bed like it was the only thing keeping you from drifting away.

"Good girl, wonderful girl" Cersei praised. "Taking everything I give you so well. Oh" she purred, buzzing at the sight of tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cunt tightened around her fingers once more, leaving you jerking and yelping until a final burst of pleasure torn through your body like wild fire. She was sure your cries had been heard all over camp and she tittered with satisfaction as you sucked your cum off her fingers.

"That's it, yes. You did so well. Are you tired? I know. You may sleep with me tonight, just this once."

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Jamie's grip on his sword was so tight his hand shook in his glove. He could only imagine what was going through the head of Clegane, who his sister ordered to be stationed at the other tent entrance. Taking a few deep breaths, Jaime tried to calm himself and found himself grateful that steel armor didn't tent as easily as his trousers did.

#cersei lannister x reader #cersei lannister imagine #cersei lannister smut #sandor clegane imagine #sandor clegane x reader #Game of Thrones fanfiction #ASoIAF fanfiction #Her Grace's Handmaiden

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mlmmetalhead · 2 years

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Not that other anon but please please pleaseeee more bottom!Eddie headcanons! I will give you all my possessions! Could be how Eddie's boyfriend gives aftercare and back rubs. But also how Eddie is when his boyfriend is rough

Eddie Munson NSFW headcanons part 4 oh my god

Male reader

Part one

Part two

Part three

An: it's a never ending cycle.

WOMEN DNI

Surprisingly, enjoys aftercare a lot. It makes him feel loved and cared for. Like what you two just did is meaningful.

I mentioned before that he looks like a cat to me, and I'm going to stick with this to the end.

He will literally purr if you pet his hair after a hot and rough session.

And also will fall asleep incredibly quick after a session.

He loves cuddling in general, but post-sex cuddles are forever number one in his heart.

Aftercare is also his way of getting your attention.

"Baby, please massage my hips... I don't think I'll be able to walk for the next two days.."

Always will tell you about how he felt, what he liked and what he didn't. Like a review. A sex review.

That sounds like a nice name for a fanfiction tho

Anyways, I know damn well that's not what you horny mfers came here for.

He enjoys you being rough. Really rough.

Brat tame him by pulling his hair and making him count how many times you can make him cum in one hour.

Eddie loves the feeling of being pressed against a bed, sandwiched between your hot, heavy body and the mattress, while you absolutely pound him.

If you get completely into it, and start calling him names into his ear, sends him over the edge almost immediately.

"You're such a dirty fucking slut, and all for me, right? No one's allowed to have you like this but me."

"Oh Jesus, Y/N... Hah... Oh my god, yes, yes I am, oh fuck!"

You found this out on accident, but Eddie's really into choking. The sensation of being almost passed out while you're stretching him out from the inside is almost heavenly.

The accident involved you accidentally pressing his face again a pillow without noticing, being too carried away from your own pleasure.

You haven't noticed until his hand started desperately slapping you in your backside. You quickly pulled him up, checking up on him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry darling, are you-"

"Do it again."

He says, while drool is dripping down his chin, looking at you with blown eyes.

"Sorry, what? Eddie, are you alright?"

"That was so fucking hot, Y/N... Please do it again."

But you settle on you just choking him with your hand around his throat, that was you could easily see if it's getting too much.

Still, it has him trembling and drooling every time.

Especially is he's restrained and feeling completely helpless.

He can't help it, it just feels too great, the way you're completely taking control of his pleasure.

But if he's in a good mood, he will spread himself out on his own, like a good, obedient pretty boy he is on the good days.

And also will politely ask for it himself.

"Please, Y/N, I've been so good today."

He'll say while rubbing up and down your torso.

"I've already prepared myself for you and your big, thick... Personality."

Eddie chuckles, as one of his hands dives down, rubbing your clothed member.

"Please, go as hard as you can, I want to be claimed by you... To not be able to walk for the next couple of days... I love it so much, oh my god."

How can you reject him?

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1997yakul · 7 months

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Don't Leave Your Lunchbox in the Aisle

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Hey, you! Yeah, you! Stop there!

Na Jaemin needs a tutor before he’s booted off the basketball team and loses his chance at a scholarship. (and probably his mom's respect...) Can you help out?

You have a slightly awkward history, yet still maintain your unbearably ginormous crush? You're the perfect candidate!

☆ ☆ ☆ Sign up here! ☆ ☆ ☆

(masterlist) ☆ (nct masterlist)

.｡.:*♡ Pairing: student!jaemin x tutor!gn reader

Word Count: 7,9k (one-shot)

✧ Tags: unreciprocated crush to lovers(?), angst, fluff, humor, kissing, pining, swearing, detention buddies yay, tutoring, slowburn, You Fell First! He Fell HARDER!(punches wall)

start + end date: September 21 2021 - October 6 2022

✧ Notes: this was written for my lil friend bongbong who likes a slice of the weird jaemin pie. Shes always hyping up my stuff and supporting me in my weird endeavors. Shoutout bongbong!!!!!!!

originally posted on ao3

✩ fic is below the cut! enjoy ✩

There's something weirdly satisfying about the feeling of your sweated out forehead peeling off of your desk. It's sticky and kind of hot, probably due to the piles of blankets you shrugged over your shoulders in a fit hours earlier.

It was a promise you made to your mother that brought you here, the brilliant plan to study at any moment of downtime and then take the exam when you got home from helping her at her work. It seemed sort of.. ingenious at the time..? Now, everything's kind of flipped belly up as you drag your finger in panicked circles across your trackpad. You did submit it, right? Wiping at one of your eyes in horror as you wake your laptop up, there's this white box with black text that stands front and center on the screen before you.

'Assignment is no longer available. Click 'close' to return to classroom homepage.'

"What?" You whisper to yourself, eyes fluttering to the bottom right of your screen. The time reads 1:49 AM. Your hand falls to your desk with a thump, and the blankets on your back slide off pathetically.

This type of shock doesn't send you into a full blown panic, not yet. Tapping the 'close' button, you exhale and watch as the page reloads. Searching for the 'Midterm Exam' assignment ends up being a useless, piteous effort. It's now listed under the locked 'Past Assignments' bar.

"No. I turned it in." You lean back in your chair, shaking hair back from your face as you give yourself another moment to think. "Yeah." It's kind of a lie, you think. Maybe just speak it into existence. Falling asleep in the middle of an online test is simply not possible. Not for you at least. Not one that's worth 50% of your grade. Not one that you were sure you already finished last night after you showered.

"It wasn't submitted, I'm not sure how else to tell you this."

Sometimes, things just fall apart.

"I swear I submitted it. I did it when I got home last night."

Your hybrid schedule due to the pandemic has you at a socially distanced desk for 4 hours every Tuesday and Thursday, and the masks make it hard to see if your teacher has an expression of actual sympathy or just really needs to shit. Eyes alone are not enough to piece it together, you realize. He slips this red piece of paper onto the surface of your desk before moving on to the student behind you.

It's asking for a guardian's signature of knowledge that you failed to turn in your midterm.

Across the room leaned up against the far wall, Na Jaemin holds his red card too. He flicks it loudly, his eyes dashing over the brim of his white sanitary mask from left and right as students pass by.

'the desks are socially distanced but students are allowed to get up and walk around and talk to their friends lollll'

Incomes a text from Chenle from the front row, glittered with emojis of zany faces and tongues.

'stupid af' He texts again, his head swiveling to face you to see if you're checking your phone. He turns back.

'how tf did you get a red card???'

You sigh, brushing hair out of your face before texting back.

'i feel asleep before i clicked the submit button'

'bruh' Chenle replies after a short moment.

'i heard if you do a sport or like lead a club or something the principal will just like let u graduate anyway'

He texts again, tacking on an emoji of a cat smirking.

‘i’ll be fine it’s just gonna suck to get my mom to sign it but she will understand… i got the whole rest of the semester Dw dw’

Your eyes go a little blurry with sleep, sneaking a glance at Jaemin against the wall as you yawn. He's typing something rather ferociously on his phone keyboard. His hair is dyed a chestnut brown, his roots grown out an inch in black, swept forward falling over his eyes.

You have been on the same bus as Jaemin since your 10th year at high school, transferring from an online school experience suddenly after a move. Growing up with close to no one you could consider a friend, Jaemin was the first person who ever caught your eye enough to call it interest. He was peak ‘public school’. He seemed friendly, charming, athletic, outgoing— he was the stop right after yours and was always running after the bus. Waving his arms as he chased it down until someone in the back would call up to the driver to tell him he missed someone. It felt like a scene from a movie, like there was no way that he was not the love interest.

Never did he ever forget to shoot the bus driver this breathless smile as he took the stairs two at a time. So hopped up on adrenaline and determination it made your head spin. In the Summer, the humid mornings with the sun already risen in the sky, dribbles of pearlescent sweat beads would slither down his temples like cobras, and in the Winter, the sky would be dark and ominous and Jaemin would board with a cherry red nose, only visible by the bus' interior lights. Every morning you watched just for that same smile, and every morning each one was more charming than the last. You watched again and again, just to dart your eyes away as soon as he finished giving his thanks to the driver.

Everything changed, whether it was the changing of the seasons or the changing of semesters, everything changed except Na Jaemin's stupidly charming smile. Your pupils would fall to your bag in your lap to twiddle your thumbs and deal with these childish feelings that boil up and bubble over like a science experiment gone wrong.

He was so super popular because of his endless prettiness and confidence. One time he came to school in a crop top and got dress-coded. He was even seen arguing with staff in the middle of the hallway holding the wrist of another student, bickering endlessly until the staff argued back with words just a little too big for him, words that left Jaemin just a little too quiet, and then he would just smile— laugh at it. The girl with him who had tears in her eyes over their failed attempt at a protest patted at his back for them to leave. He moved on, but never gave up. He would try again in a month. He was unstoppable. He’d lose with a smile.

That's probably one of the most disappointing things about the situation of the world right now. It may sound selfish and of such the tiniest amount of importance, but the worst part of the masks and the social distancing was easily missing out on Jaemin's smile each day. No matter if he was pissed off, shocked, confused, disappointed, he would smile that beautiful smile that would make you feel like projectile vomiting glitter.

Somehow everything he did was interesting. Attention-worthy. Your head lifts up from its downward position, relocating to face where you last saw Jaemin, but he's missing.

There's suddenly 3 messages from Chenle.

'after school today, let's go get snacks.’

'oh wait does the red card mean detention?'

'earth to my astronaut?? helloooo'

You sigh, running your fingers along the edge of the thick paper thoughtlessly. "Ouch!" Comes shooting from your mouth, your body jolting in your seat. Your blood oozes in a thick stream from the fresh cut on your finger, instinctually, you draw it to your mouth. The rough papery material of your mask presses to your lips, and shaking your head out of the clouds helps you realize the last minute you lost to your daydreams. There's a stifled laugh from the side of the classroom, and for a moment you split to smile back at them with your usual "Yeah, I'm kind of an idiot sometimes. It's okay!" reassuring aura, but this time it's not a friendly face among your acquaintances of peers, but Huang Renjun and Jung Sungchan.

There's something so unnerving about being laughed at by students who you just have the most powerful sense of superiority complexes from. It's not like they've ever been outright mean, but with students so judicious, sometimes they don't have to be mean to feel mean. Like they must just already have everything so carefully set up for them that they have not a single care in the world. Like they're above high school and probably understand how investing in stocks works (Cool people don’t understand stocks!) and have their life planned out til 40.

The worst part is that Na Jaemin is standing there next to them. His eyes fall flat of emotion, his face is angled down at his phone, but his eyes, heavy-lidded, are staring at you. Your hand slides across your face, arm covering your mask and its fresh blood splotch, turning your head to face the window.

Sometimes you wonder how Jaemin can deal with so much attention. With eyes that seem to always be on him. Of course your eyes were a part of them too… something deep inside hoped he could tell you thought of him differently. It wasn’t just that one day with the crop-top, before that he would get dress-coded everyday for his shoes. He would wear Converse, black on black instead of the dress shoes all students were meant to wear. He used to be given notes to bring home every single day. It took a month or two for them to just give up on him changing for them. Some people saw it as him being stubborn, or said it had to do with how much money his parents made, but you thought it was a small type of heroism.

Detention is packed, seriously packed to the brim, students overflowing the desks and crammed into all corners of the classroom. It's definitely not following coronavirus regulations, but at this point you're less than surprised at your country's 'safety in the education system' plan. More than anything in this moment, you'd pay to get a glance at Jaemin. Wherever he may be smushed, you just knew he must've looked amazing. It felt like an insatiable addiction to just take glances at him throughout the day, like, A Little Fix Here! and A Little Fix There! With a fresh mask on, you felt like you could take on the world, like, sure, you made a fool of yourself earlier– but he probably doesn't know who you are, so it doesn't even matter!

Your phone buzzes from deep inside your bag, and you begin searching for it instinctively before the instructor at the front of the room makes some lame call-out for you to stop. A mere "Oh, shit. Yeah." slips off your tongue before you lean back up to your desk, but your head hits the underside of the hard surface. The quiet class, filled to the brim with students, all turn and stare. Your hands fly to grip at the desk you just hit your head on. Today isn't one for the books, obviously.

"You're alright." Whispers from the windowsill, and your brain shuts down.

It's Jaemin.

His hand is atop your head, petting carefully.

You don't even know how it got there, or when all of this just decided to take place, but today is now absolutely the best day ever. Totally one for the books!

"Thank you." You whisper back. It's kind of coy and cute, and you don't mean for it to come out that way, but your nerves have encumbered you from saying anything even slightly self-assured.

"Take care of yourself." He whispers again, this time, it matches your tone. Bashful. "You hurt yourself a lot nowadays."

"Oh." Comes tumbling from your lips before you can catch it, scrambling for words to act as a proper response to what feels like flirting. Is it flirting or just genuine kindness? So he saw you earlier, is this him bullying you? Why was it so sexy though? Is it Na Jaemin or is it Eros? Aren't they sort of the same thing at this point?

His hand falters from your head, and your own darts up to smooth down any misplaced strands of hair. Jaemin swings his legs back up onto the vent before him, leaning his back against a beam between two large windows. The room is quiet besides some whispering here and there, but before Jaemin can help it, he returns to face your desk again. His legs fall over the edge of the sill again, slouched comfortably. Thighs spread like syrup over hot pancakes, his hands running down his slacks until they pause at his knees, smoothing wrinkles as he goes. He's leaned much further forward now, and his breath is calm. Warm and subtle, he blinks through dark eyelashes and asks

"Why are you so nervous?"

Probably the worst thing to ask someone who is nervous. He continues, "Is this your first time in detention?"

You exhale deeply, there's not even an effort in trying to conceal it. It's like a boulder has just been heaved off of your chest. He isn’t flirting, he’s just being nice. "I should've guessed. You have big eyes that look to explore, but you're keeping to yourself."

Interesting. Almost poetic.

"Would you rather me talk to you?" You ask, suddenly feeling a chill up your neck. When were your eyes ever considered big?

"No." He answers, soft and serious before his eyes squint in laughter.

Short puffs of contentedness leave your nose in muffled exhales. Everything feels so right at this moment. "Same here."

"Too bad." He whispers, this time, the hair that has feathered over your ear brushes against your cheek when his breath reaches you. It smells like coconut and spearmint, he chews gum behind his mask, which is obviously outlawed. You know he’s a rule breaker, but now he’s breaking rules around you… it’s sexier. He's flattening himself out even more now, practically folding to reach his arms to cross over themselves on your desk, head falling atop of them. "Have we met before?" He blinks up at you, kittenish and cute.

Internally, you are scolding your heart like a dog that jumps too much. Down boy! Calm yourself! But the ba-boom, ba-boom grows stronger, louder, and Jaemin is just getting closer, and closer. "I don't remember. I don't think."

"You don't think?" Jaemin repeats, his beaming smile lights up his face, although he's got a mask on to cover the best part, it reaches his eyes easily. Somehow it comes with great beauty and delivers great anxiety. "We're on the same bus. You don't recognize me?"

"Oh!" You beam back with overzealous surprise, you big fat fibber. "You're on bus 127 too?" You nod, his Converse with the tears in the canvas nudging against your shoes.

"Yeah. I thought we made eye contact a few times. I guess my face is more forgettable than I thought. Darn." At this point, his fingers are tracing circles around scribbles on the desk. It's so painfully obvious you've been caught and he thinks it's hilarious to see you suffer so immensely. He knows you've been watching him all this time, it's humiliating.

Something inside, lost in the depths of repressed feelings, clicks in that moment. Like, is this it? Are you just another privileged stupid asshole that has fun messing with people who fall for your amazing face? "Dumbass." You gasp, hand flying up to your masked face, eyebrows darting up on your forehead. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

"Dumbass." Jaemin repeats with a scoff and a laugh. "I'm not a dumbass! You're the dumbass. I'm not blind, you look at me all the time!" He's whisper-shouting and some people are starting to glance over in your general direction. "Why would you possibly stare at a person so much? Because you have a crush."

"I do not have a crush, Jaemin. You wish."

"So you do know me?" He leans back up against the window sill again, his right shoulder resting on the support beam.

The teacher up front smacked the yardstick on the chalkboard twice, dismissing students in a matter of seconds. Jaemin is quick, his foot slamming a strap of your backpack on the floor. You look up, one hand around the free backpack strap, the other pressing down on your desk. You glare at him for a second. "Do you know my name?"

"Y/N."

There's this slow motion moment of silence where you realize, "Wait, you know me?"

"Since the first day back to school. Where you sat in my seat on the bus with your hair all sweated to your forehead and your lunchbox in the aisle." You stare up at him, maybe two or three inches below. Why is blinking suddenly impossible? "You had the baseball cap you used to wear, the red one." He motions a hand to the left side of your forehead, mimicking the brim of the cap. The classroom is empty, your knuckles whitening at the tautness of the pull on your backpack. "Let go for a minute." He asks, and it feels very genuine, so you do.

"I have to go home and study, like now. If I fail this class I'm done for." You push in your desk chair and look back up at Jaemin. "I would really appreciate my bag now." You lay your hands out flat, palm up. Somehow there's tears swelling in your eyes, and if you cry right now, that'll be super embarrassing. So you close your eyes to hold them back.

It's quiet for a second until two footsteps place Jaemin behind you. His hand envelopes a shoulder as he drags a strap over each one. It's scary how careful he is.

"There." He whispers, it's very quiet. "I'm sorry." He says, so quiet it's like he wants to not be heard.

"Sorry." You return, opening your eyes again. The window shines in the brightest sunshine you've seen for a while, you blink a few times and wipe away wetness before turning around. He stands lanky and still, head hanging mysteriously low in shame. "Don't feel bad, sorry I didn't react like how you're used to."

"I'm not used to any response at all, that was my first… statement."

"Confession?" You correct, and watch as his eyes trail back and forth between the tiles on the floor. His hands fiddle at his sides, fingers touching each other all over. You take quick steps and wrap your arms wide around him, feeling the back of his neck in one slide of your palm, his hands reaching back out just a second too late. "Bye." You mumble, prancing itty bitty steps out of the classroom before full-on sprinting down the hall.

'youre so weird Wtffffff why didn't you like be normal omhgh y/n'

'i don't know it was so awkward i wish i was never born'

'but u hugged him AAA'

'it was so bad please i like ran away afterwards it felt like kindergarten'

'its okay dw you can try talking to him more tmrw!'

'i have to focus on school now tho? like what are the fucking odds that the minute i actually am being forced to do better in school is the minute the loml confesses to like, being interested in me…'

'fail the class, join a club. trust me.

HOLY SHIT Y/N, TWO IN ONE. JOIN THE BASKETBALL TEAM!!!

I kind of wanted to join too… and ur like kinda tall… i believe in u'

’chenle i dont like sports and there is nothing in the world that could convince me to join.’

'just do it trust me jaemin is the only good one so even if ur bad u will blend in… plus maybe u can be like omg Jaemin how do i dribble omg i only know how to dribble drool down my jaw staring at u mwahmwah and then he'll be like Oh same let's make out'

‘chenle.'

'hehehehe'

The bus ride is quiet, some gentle stirring every once in a while from the few seats behind you, but your heartbeat is all that you can focus on. The ride is suddenly so much longer than you're used to… every turn the bus makes in the direction of Jaemin's stop is a step closer to imminent doom.

Today is no different from the rest, Jaemin is caught waving the bus down with swinging arms and curved eyes, boarding with a bow before making his way down the aisle. It clicks quite quickly where he is planning to sit. Normally he gets on, takes a few wide steps, and plops himself in one of the first few seats. His eyes find yours almost instantaneously upon boarding, his palms smacking the corners of each seat as he passes them.

"No, no, no, no, no" you find slipping out from under your breath as he nears your seat until he's shoving you in the direction of the window with a giggle.

"Hey, buddy~" Jaemin sings out, smiling dangerously through his mask. His legs spread out wide and his black converse position themselves in opposite diagonals, creating an obtuse angle. Feels like you're back in Trigonometry. Your eyes zig-zag between the seat in front of you and the window out to your right. Ruffling the front of your hair a little, you adjust yourself to face him, just slightly. "There you are." He whispers, his eyebrows smoothing out after a quick bounce.

Your heart takes precaution.

"I was worried you might ignore me, actually."

You hum a little note. "I'm surprised you're not ignoring me. I thought you might've been embarrassed."

Jaemin contorts his face slightly, tilting his head to the side, leaning until it falls against the seat in front of you. "Embarrassed? Why? What happened? I'm sitting here because this is my seat. This is the first time we are speaking." He holds out his hand, offering it. “My name is Jaemin.” His other hand traces shapes into his right thigh, maybe it's a nervous habit.

"Oh?" You catch on quickly, "Nice to meet you, Jaemin." The bus slows into a full stop to pick up a few more students, they take wide-legged steps down the aisle. The boy in the seat next to you disconnects eye contact for the first time since he boarded.

Each small pothole in the pavement rattles the bus gently, but Jaemin turns the small tremors into earthquakes, making sure to knock knees and shoulders at every small jostle, side-eyeing your reaction at each touch. There used to be something so terrifying about thinking of talking to Na Jaemin, like he would be too cool, or just think you were boring… but it's so different now that it's been put into action. He's cheesy, and embarrassing when it comes to showing public affection. This bus-ride twice a week leads to many 'Scandalous Public Transport Assignations,' as Jaemin labeled them. Smiley, tossing winks and sometimes a Brownie Bite from his lunchbox. The 30 minute bus ride would feel like 2 minutes next to him.

“Today, you should come with me to basketball practice.” Jaemin is downing his half of the blueberry muffin you provided him with, speaking with full cheeks. “You can meet the other guys, and…” He brushes crumbs off of his lap. “I want them to meet you.”

“Wow, that’s forward.” You look over to Jaemin, who swallows the rest of his muffin with a loud gulp.

“Too forward? Aren’t we dating?”

“DATING?!” You yell out in shock, which causes multiple heads to turn and face your direction. You pass shy smiles and apologize softly to some people near you, sinking further into your seat. Brushing a strand of hair back with your pinky, you bite at your cheek, trying to think of the right words. Jaemin is sitting next to you, shoulders tense. “Okay, sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Patting him uncomfortably on the shoulder seems to do the trick! That is, if the desired outcome was for Jaemin to appear extremely embarrassed. “I don’t remember ever… agreeing to that.” You smile, and Jaemin’s shoulders drop significantly.

“But we sit next to each other on the bus every single day.” He mimics a friendly wave, “And we wave to each other like this in the hallway!” Jaemin shuffles through his bag until he finds his milk carton. “And we give each other gifts.” His eyes blink rapidly, remembering something. “And you already hugged me.”

Your ears sting with hotness. “Okay, but those are things friends do too. We haven’t even been on a date, or ki...ssed.” Somehow it's hard to even say the word in front of him. Both sets of eyes fall to the floor of the bus. “I know we got close fast, but… If I’m going to date someone, even if it’s someone I’ve liked for a while… I still have standards.” Jaemin looks up and nods suddenly with determination. He brings his empty hand up from his side and offers his pinky.

“Promise me if I do those things, I can tell people I’m dating you.”

Wow. It’s kind of baffling. He’s uncontrollably cheesy and really bad at stuff like this. Maybe romcoms have set your expectations for high school boys a little bit too high.

“Okay. I pinky promise.”

“Stamp it.” Jaemin commands. “Sign it.”

“Copy it.”

“So dramatic…” You push his hand back into his lap and fold your fingers together.

Jaemin is smiling.

Two weeks later, Jaemin frantically texts you 13 times in less than 30 seconds.

‘hhey y/n’

‘this isvery important’

‘Respondpls’

‘My mom saidtaking my phoneaway’

‘Bc failing english and’

‘Help’

‘y/n my bus buddy’

‘PLSSS’

‘M also fail math n scienc’

‘I have an iddddea’

‘REPSOND MYABY’

‘LIFE OR DEATH’

‘CALL 119’

‘WHAT????’

‘JUST CALL ME…!!?’

And so the phone rings.

“Hi, my baby. Here’s the thing, I have this great idea. And it will work. Because my mom doesn’t know about you-”

(Why doesn’t his mom know about you? Your whole family already knows about Jaemin! This is embarrassing. I mean, you have only been talking for 3 weeks, and you did say you wanted to take things slow, so why is Jaemin the one who’s treating this like one big-)

“Agree? It’s a good idea right? Then we can spend time together! Infinite dates!” Jaemin finishes, his breath pouring into the phone in loud intervals as he wraps up his speech. Unfortunately, very little was heard or understood, so a simple- “Of course! Let’s do it!” suffices to make Jaemin happy.

The only downside is you’re completely unsure of what you have just signed yourself up for.

* It only takes 4 seconds with Jaemin’s mother to greet you with: “So you must be my son’s tutor!” to get you up to speed.

“Yes, Miss Na. Here to help with the classes he’s struggling in.” You beam, realizing you are ill-equipped, hands empty besides your special green pen with sparkly ink. “And, um, Jaemin said I should just bring myself- since he has his textbooks with him!” Scratching at your left shoulder, you hope she doesn't notice the bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

“Of course, of course. Well, come in, might I add- you are just as cute as a button! I set out some mango for you. You’ll be okay at the dining room table, I presume?”

“Gosh!” (You haven’t heard that exclamation come out of your mouth in ages.) “Thank you so much, and yes, that’s perfect.” Peering past Jaemin’s mom as you step inside, slipping your shoes off, you notice that his house is much different from yours. The ceilings are very low, wallpaper is seen peeling at the seams, and the floor is scuffed where you stand. Although clean, this house is struggling. Jaemin is at the table, his feet curled up onto a dining chair, making the hole in his sock visible.

“Now, do you have a running rate for your services? I know it looks like we don’t have the most money, but I work long hours and will be able to afford what you deserve. His education is everything to me.” Your heart breaks slightly, and you shake your head side to side.

“This is just volunteer work for the school’s Honor Society, don’t worry.” You make your way to Jaemin, who’s smiling at you from his seat. “The most I might need is… a signature? To mark off my hours...? If that’s okay.”

His mom’s eyebrows bounce in amazement. “Jaemin told me it might cost a bit, so I was really prepared! Please, if you need anything, let me know. Thank you so much. I have a shift in about 20 minutes, so I need to be on my way. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She lets her palm slide down your arm and kisses Jaemin on top of his head, and then she’s gone.

The door slams and you turn your head to Jaemin with fire burning in your eyes. “You were going to have her pay me?! What is wrong with you?”

“You are seriously going to tutor me, why wouldn’t she pay you? I wanted to be fair.” He rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back against his neck.

“But you’re-” your eyes scan the entryway and dining room, fist balling.

“Yes, we are not rich.” He sits up properly in his chair. “Doesn’t mean we just get out of paying for things that you are meant to pay for.” He shimmies in his chair. “We aren’t slimy, and don’t think my mom only took your offer because she was excited to get out of paying. She believed you. That’s why she took it.” His palms fall flat on the table as he hoists himself up.

“I don’t think that!” You argue, “Don’t say that. I don’t think like that. Learn to trust a little, Jaem. I’m your friend, I didn’t want to be paid because I’m your friend. She works hard and doesn’t deserve to have to deal with you failing all your classes because you think not trying is cool.”

“I think trying is not cool? Are you serious? Is that the person you think I am?” Jaemin’s face gets bright red at that one.

You stutter slightly at the sight of him angry. “I didn’t mean that. I just said it, I don’t know why.” He laughs like he’s really hurt, like he’s so baffled he ran out of viable words. You don’t think you want to be here anymore. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s study some English, then.” He sighs out.

You quickly learn that Jaemin is not the type to say something impulsively. That doesn’t mean he won’t crack a joke that objectively sucks or make a funny noise when he realizes he’s been quiet for too long; but rather that when he means to speak seriously, he will think it through thoroughly beforehand. He chooses his words carefully, even if they don’t sound carefully chosen, (his vernacular kind of lacks…) He just wants to be understood in a way where whatever he is expressing is exactly how he wants to express it. This is a great talent, one that you most definitely do not possess.

You’re in the middle of analyzing a poem when Jaemin interrupts you. “I do try. I try really, really hard.”

“I know.” You say, quietly.

“No, you don’t. Because what you said earlier must’ve had some truth to it. At least from your perspective. Now, I want to explain my perspective.” He looks up to your eyes without ever moving his head. His eyebrows furrow harshly as he thinks, and then lifts his head. For the first time in your life with Jaemin, this is the first time he’s looked so serious, the first time he hasn’t been smiling. “You are one of the only people on this Earth; besides my mom, that I actually want to make proud.” He fiddles with his pencil before letting it fall to his notebook page. “Everyone works at a different pace, you know? I work slightly slower, and that doesn’t mean I’m not trying- it doesn’t mean I’m stupid. It just means that I need more time to figure this shit out.” He shrugs in his zip-up hoodie, feeling the end of its sleeve between his fingers. “Who knows, maybe my end product— whether it’s a math equation or an essay, is better written, easier to understand, is...” He displays his palms in a ‘you get it’ manner. “There are a lot of students who struggle the same as me. We all try. It’s just different for us— learning is different. Please don’t just assume I don’t try because I don’t do well.”

Your eyes trace along the lines of his face for a moment before looking down at the sentences on the book below you. “I understand. I’m sorry. I hated how I said that so carelessly. I-I am proud of you. I am proud of you for many reasons. I want you to be proud of me too.” There’s a little silence afterwards, just so he can think about everything, process it. He whispers a “Thank you” and you complete one more problem before he’s back to spacing his eyes around the expanse of the room. It takes a minute or two until Jaemin is back to smiling, but the pain of worry stings his eyes, obviously feeling more than he wanted to let on. He opens his mouth a few times to speak before shutting it with a shake of his head. It hurts your heart more than you expect it to. “I’m only worried if I lose my position on the basketball team…” He stutters for a second, motioning with his hands. Looking away for a moment with his palm over his mouth. “I don’t want to lose this thing I love, and I don’t want to let down my team, and I don’t want to… to lose potential scholarships or let down you or my mom.” He forces this extremely weak smile and twirls a pencil nervously. “So… I’ve got to give it my all.” You lean back in your seat, and watch him come to terms with the feelings he's realizing that have suddenly begun to overwhelm him. “I’m gonna tutor the shit out of you.” His eyes dart up to you, scanning over your face before a smile tugs across his lips. This one is real, like he believes you. His head drops back to the paper on the table before him. “Don’t worry. You’re not losing anything or letting anyone down.” You tap your pen onto the next essay question in his homework, “I won’t let you.”

Jaemin leans over the table far enough that his butt leaves his seat so he can wrap his arms around your neck and rest his chin on your head. It lasts for a moment, then he pulls back, scoots himself in, and picks back up his pencil.

That Thursday, Jaemin and you stay after school. He has basketball practice, and asks you to wait in the gym as he goes into the locker room to change. They don’t wear masks, you guess because it could be hard to play with them on. There’s already a few guys dribbling a ball around and chatting while they wait, their shoes squeaking intermittently. “How do you know Jaemin?” One of them asks, you don’t recognize them from any of your classes, but Sungchan stands slightly behind him, ajar, watching his teammate interact with you.

“Same bus, actually.” You throw a thumb behind your shoulder as if you’re pointing to the bus lanes. They’re actually in the complete opposite direction. You hope he doesn’t notice.

He starts making his way over to you. “Oh cool. He’s one of the best players we've got.” He nods, beckoning for Sungchan to come join the both of you. “This is Sungchan, and I’m Jeno.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” Your shoulders instinctively broaden, like some intimidated wild animal. They’re taller than you. Jeno… not by a lot, but Sungchan has quite a few inches on you. Jeno says some stupid thing under his breath, something like… ”Rad,” “Epic,” or “Chilllll.”

Explosive laughter echoes from behind you, and Jaemin is jogging up in athletic shorts and a jersey. “So awkward, Jeno.”

Jeno’s face flushes, he smiles, spinning around in an embarrassed circle, flourishing with the ball between his fingers. “Trying to welcome your newbie, leave me alone!” He bounces off towards the basketball hoop with big bounding leaps.

Sungchan gives a weak smile. “Nice to meet you.” You nod back, if anything he seems more shy than intimidating now. Jaemin pats your shoulder, poking a finger into your lower back to get you to start moving forward with him. You trail behind Sungchan as a few more boys come out of the locker rooms, boisterous enough to get you to turn back to watch them trickle out. Jaemin smiles at you, craning his head over to you, blocking the view of the door.

“I’m the cutest, trust me. Don’t bother wasting your time.” You smile back, turning forward as he pulls his hand back to his side. You believe him.

Jaemin texts you a picture of him with the rest of the basketball team, each one of them cheesing so hard that their eyes are all swallowed up. They surround their coach who in turn, holds Jaemin up on his shoulders. Jaemin has his fingers gripped tightly around a small trophy. You have to pinch and zoom in pretty far to even see the little gold award. Nonetheless, all of the boys look ecstatic.

‘Yessss!!!!!’ you text, littering the chat with confetti poppers and balloons.

He responds with a close up picture of him pouting his lips. ‘Where do you want it?’

You pull up your blankets out from under you, nuzzling your cheek into your comforter. ‘butt’. You type out, searching frantically for a gif after the read receipt pops up.

‘Your wish is my command.’ He responds, signing off the text with an emoji of a peach followed by one of a kiss. You smile big.

Jaemin is the same as always at school, only sometimes he glances over at you, mid-conversation with a friend and nods a slight smile, even across the entire room you never miss it. It’s low effort, but it feels like the best thing in the world. It makes you think to those bus rides where you didn’t know him at all, and how each season he looked more boyish than the rest, floppy and carefree and completely exasperated by his sprint to the bus doors. It was flashing shades of red and white and you wonder what he looks like now. You think to yourself how lucky you feel now. You don’t look away when he boards, or shy away behind the person’s head in front of you. He looks for your eyes and locks into them before you have time to pull your backpack into your lap. He’s calmed down now, like he understands you better and isn’t just being loud to cover up hidden worries. He squeezes up close and leans his head on your shoulder, he’ll lay his head down on your lap, and he will grab and hold your hand like it’s everything he will ever know. The red glow of the interior bus lights slide over the side of his face like a painting and he whispers homework answers like love poems. He’s easy, like it was always meant to be this way. You wonder how you ever lived without him.

It’s nearing the end of the semester now and tutoring Jaemin has been enlightening. His mind is beautiful and he never fails to surprise you with his specially hidden sensitive brilliance. It's dark when you finish up Jaemin's English packet and his mom arrives home with a noodle dish in a plastic to-go box. She sets it on the table and pushes it between the two of you. "I just ate some on the bus home, so I'm full. You two can share if you'd like. Again, Y/N, thank you so much for your kindness. I can sign now, then I'm off to the shower." She smiles. Jaemin gives a side glance that just screams 'She's never that nice to me!' And you can only reassure her that it's no issue, and Jaemin is a determined, creative learner. His ears blush with a saturated pink when his gaze shifts from his mom to you. His mom signs off on your paper and shuffles into a dark hallway behind the both of you.

"No way you actually believe that…" He fiddles with his warm ear between his index finger and thumb.

"Of course. You go after what you want."

Jaemin laughs and his hand falls into his lap. "Right, just very very slowly." You're packing up your textbook as you shoot him a smile.

"And? You said it. Different paces, it's alright. You have such a fun way of going about answering things. You can see in your work that you see the world differently from everyone else. You see it with hope.” You pluck the pencil from Jaemin’s loose fingers and tuck it into your pencil case with a smile. “You're smart."

His eyes light up. "Wow, no one has ever said that to me before. I could kiss you right now."

"But… should you?"

"Should I not?" Jaemin has this smile that glides across his face and eyes blink slowly, like a cat showing its affection.

“You can, if you’d like.”

Jaemin laughs sharply, rocking back in his seat with his palms pressed firm against the edge of the table. His smile falters into a downturned expression of focus. “No, because— I’ve dreamed of this…” He stands out of his seat, turns around and paces a few times across the dining room and through the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” You laugh, standing up to watch him. “Jaemin.” You place your pencil case on the table, folding your arms as he continues pacing.

“Wait, I can’t do it now. Give me like, 5 minutes.” He pauses, turns, faces you, and points. “I need to get you by surprise.” Then continues walking back and forth.

“I don’t want to be kissed by surprise, I want our first kiss to be…” You motion with wide swinging arms. “Like, kind and…” Your hands cup and cradle the air.

Jaemin stares, nods slightly like he’s factoring in a few different possibilities and outcomes, and then returns back to his seat. You stare down at him for a second, and his eyes flicker up to you for a moment before returning to his homework. He spins a pencil around and between his fingers.

“I want to like… make out.” You say softly, watching him from above. He stops pacing for a second, processes, then continues. “I want to… touch you all over.” Your stomach turns harshly, and Jaemin freezes again, his body still. “I want to have—”

“Y/N! You’re still here. You’re usually on your way home by now, aren’t you?” Her voice is slightly stern, your eyes bulge and flicker between Jaemin and his mom. Neither of you dare to move. Your logic is: Maybe if you’re super still, she will forget the last 10 seconds.

It does not work.

She clears her throat, and you see her hair wrapped in a towel, pajama-clad figure just in the corner of your peripheral vision. You think you might pee yourself out of fear. “Need anything else signed? A ride home?” You can only shake your head slowly before turning and swiping a few papers into your backpack, gathering it up and walking to the door without ever glancing back at Jaemin.

“We’re dating. I’m their boyfriend.” He spits out, Jaemin’s voice makes your head whip around, and your eyes skip back and forth between Jaemin and his mom. Your heart is beating out through your ears. “We were going to kissssss...” His words fizzle out and his eyes shift between his mom and you as you attempt your daring escape. He points down at the table, finger pressing into a notebook. “Go.” He whispers, and you both sprint out the door.

The moonlight cuts through the trees as you walk down the street. Jaemin doesn’t usually walk you home, but since the sun has been setting earlier and it’s getting colder, he has been occasionally joining you. He hooks your elbows like a barrel of monkeys.

Jaemin laughs so hard he has to wipe tears from his eyes. “I thought she was going to actually strangle you, throw your body across the room like a doll.” You lean forward and back again as you laugh, Jaemin steps heavy with tireless energy and silent laughter casts over the street.

“We’re-dating-I’m-their-boyfriend.” You mock him, and he shoves you with a shoulder off the curb. You try to catch yourself, pulling your hands out of your pockets a second too late. Jaemin grabs your arm and pulls you back to him, shouting apologies up until you can steady yourself. “You’re so cute,” you whisper. He pulls you into his chest and you lock eyes for a moment, it’s almost romantic before you stick your pinky in his ear. At this point, you’re sure you’ll keep sabotaging yourself out of this excitement until you’re both 80. It makes his shoulders jump and his neck go limp, his arms noodling and recoiling away from your touch. You both laugh until you make eye contact again.

“I like you. I really do. A lot.” He gushes, his fingers sliding their way up your sides to pull out your ears.

“I like you when you’re ugly.” He pushes your nose up, snorting like a pig. “I like you when you’re beautiful.” He lets his fingers trace down your neck, kissing you twice, chastely on your jaw. “I liked you when you took my seat on the bus.” He folds a hand around your wrist. “And I liked you when you left your lunchbox in the aisle.” He kisses again, another time on your cheek.

“But I like you the most, the absolute most…” He kisses your bottom lip, giggling as he moves his way up, angling himself with a slight bend to his knee “…when you like me too.”

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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Superman: New World Order

Clark Kent is a bit nervous agreeing to take part in the superhero exchange program the government has put in place to help train new hero’s.

Clark descends his apartment then walks out on to the staircase with a small purpose of getting through the day without any sort of incident.

He exits the door walking a few feet to the alleyway racing down spreading open his shirt revealing his true identity he flew off in to the sky.

He lands on to the army base meeting and greeting the young man with bright smile showcasing his white teeth and hand pull out.

His grip tight on my hand guiding me to the side of the army base main building he is sighing a bit and I can smell Superman’s breath.

It’s a cool, calm and refreshing smell to it

tickle my senses in my nostril I feel so high on it and I want to jump on him ripping his clothes off.

He offers me lift taking my hand as we are shooting off in to the sky he wants to see my powers in action during a bank robbery as the alarm goes off.

I freeze upon landing we enter the building to find a crazy purple like haze creature at it and it quickly notices me Superman leaps in with one punch.

The creature bounces on the wall in one out ward direction it locks on to me flowing right through me sending my back flying in to the wall.

Superman horrified at what he saw races to my side apologetic as ever he is kneeling by me and slowly takes my body up in his as we lift off.

“Oh! I am so sorry sir! I will take you to the hospital.”

“There will be some turbulence but I think we will be ok.”

“Hurry up please”

“Yes again! I am sorry”

“Let’s go”

“Up, up and away”

“Wait! Something is wrong?..”

“My powers they are draining”

“I will try to land safely…but I”

“Please do”

We come crashing down in to the watery icy cold blue ocean hitting the bottom of the sea floor rumbling down the area my body is throne.

I hit the floor hard Clark’s body slides to the ground shaking our control he falls further in completely unconscious dropping in to an endless pit.

I wake up with blurry eyes regaining all of my functions, I struggle to get back to my feet and start to scream in pain.

Something inside of me rumbles with dating anticipation rippling at skin and kicking my bones sending me back on my knees asI cry.

My body blows up in a bright golden glow on the midst of the ocean we body brims with bright light shining through me the entity escapes.

It turns to a glue like substance encasing me in a sticky like ball getting tighter and tighter over me.

The Man Of Steel comes to life with a deep heavy breath, bubbles blow out he swims upward and does his best reach me.

The surface is miles above me but I can still huge hand grab on to the edge of the cliff he yanks himself up and crawls over to me in worry.

Clark’s eyes roll back in to his socket cause him to faint as he falls on top of me and in to the magical bubble.

Clark’s body meshes in to mine combining in to one being, I wake up hours later on a strange beach somewhere in a undisclosed

area.

“What the fuck is going on?” I yell rising to my feet.

“Why is that Superman’s reflection?”

“This is not my body or face”

“Oh My God!”

“What is happening?”

“Excuse me! Lawrence”

“Can you hear me?”

“Superman”

“Why are you in my head? Why am I in your body?”

“What did you do to me Lawrence?”

Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”

“Oh! I’ve wanted you for so long Clark”

“You have no idea, this is better then ever”

“I covet your body”

“Take ownership”

“Control you”

“This is my body now”

“I could not wait”

“I will be moving in to your apartment full time.”

“Rebuilding the Fortress Of Solitude”

The end

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lightupthemoon · 2 years

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The Effect You Got On Me: From The Vault (No. 4)

No. 4: Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense

No. 1 // No. 2 // No. 3 // No. 5 // No. 6 // No. 7 // No. 8 // No. 9 // No. 10

Summary: Drabble collection based on the events of The Effect You Got On Me. Kate is experiencing new feelings and Yelena teases her about it.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.

Song: nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter

Warnings: None for this one, just fluff. However, 18+ for future parts, minors DNI.

Word count: 1.4 K

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Author's Note: This was supposed to be in part 3, but you know, things were getting long. Still cute though! If anyone wants to be tagged, lemme know) Enjoy!

Eleanor Bishop shut down the door on love after the tragic passing of her husband. Love is a distraction, Eleanor would say, and I am far too busy for any of those.

She busied herself with Bishop Security and her daughter Kate, pushing her towards every extracurricular she took a liking for, in a desperate attempt to help her navigate the grief of losing her father. It's better to be productive than to sulk around, Kate. Eleanor would say, You're a Bishop, you have to be the best. Distractions won't make you the best. Unbeknownst to her, Kate took her mother's words to heart and instilled that very belief as fundamental from a very young age.

Needless to say, it caught Kate by surprise the first time she found herself smiling while watching you baby-talk Lucky as you fed him small pieces of your breakfast waffles. You had spent the night at her apartment because you were too lazy to go back to your dorm, which had become a constant occurrence after two months of your arrangement. You would scrunch up your nose and giggle every time Lucky licked your fingers clean and Kate found it so cute it made her chest fill up with warmth. She suddenly felt an urge to lean over and kiss you, the thought alone filling her stomach with a strange fluttering she had never felt before.

"So, I'm gonna have to skip fencing practice today," Kate heard you saying, petting Lucky one last time before wiping your hand with a napkin. "America and Peter keep complaining that I spend a lot of time with you so I’m studying with them this afternoon."

"Oh," Kate replied, unable to hide her disappointment. "That's a bummer. We are using sabres today. Twice the speed, twice the fun."

"Next week, Katie, I promise," You smiled, before drinking the last of your coffee. The archer sighed dramatically, nodding her head in agreement.

"I suppose I can take Lucky to the park after practice, then. Yelena has been badgering me about a puppy date, I might take her up on that."

"Oh, please, do it, and send me pictures," You squealed, getting up from your seat and walking up to her, mindlessly sitting on her lap like it was something you did every day. "She is right, Lucky and Fanny are soulmates."

Kate bit the inside of her cheek, amused, wrapping her arms around you as she said, "Not you too. I have enough with Yelena saying that."

"How can you not see it? They gravitate towards each other every game night, and Fanny falls asleep so fast when she has her head on Lucky's fur! Come on, it's so cute!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around her neck.

"That's because they get bored of watching us scream at each other over board games, Y/N."

"Shut up, they're soulmates."

"Mhm," Kate hummed, leaning forward to trap your bottom lip between her own. You sighed happily, tilting your head to the side, letting her lead you into the kiss as your hands got lost in black locks of hair. When you pulled back, Kate smiled at you, blue eyes twinkling. "Are you sure we can't stay for some morning fun?"

You chuckled, dropping your hands to her shoulders. "We are running late as it is, come on."

Although you both kept physical contact in public to the minimum so your friends wouldn't grow suspicious, it didn't take a genius to notice how Kate went everywhere you went and vice versa. Soon enough, rumors started floating around campus and the news that Kate Bishop had finally fallen in love was all anyone ever talked about. Kate didn't hate the rumors, surprisingly. She liked posting pictures of you doing random things on social media with purple hearts as captions to mess with the masses, and she enjoyed watching you laugh as you read through the comments of all the jealous girls that claimed they could treat Kate better.

"I dare them to sit through hours of watching YouTube discourses on why Hawkeye is the most important Avenger and then come back to me," you said one time and Kate smiled because you not only listened to her every eccentric interest, you encouraged them.

For someone that had kept her cards close to her chest her entire life, the way you tore down Kate's walls so effortlessly scared the living crap out of her. Not that she thought about it when you were with her. When she walked you to class, when you hugged her goodbye and wished her to have a good day in a whisper close to her ear, the only thing Kate could think about was that she just needed to get through the rest of her day to have you that close again.

Of course, that series of very unfamiliar thoughts turned into a full-blown panic whenever Kate was on her own. A voice in her head–one that sounded an awful lot like her mother–, reminded her constantly that what she had with you was casual, a distraction to make you forget the girl you actually loved. Falling in love with you, or anyone for that matter, was a bad idea all around and she needed to stay the fuck away from anything that resembled it.

So, she did what she did best, ignoring all of her problems until they went away. Ultimately, she would not sacrifice really good sex for some silly little feeling that would probably eventually fade away.

"I'm glad you're finally seeing the truth, Kate," Yelena gloated with a smirk as soon as they met at the park. Fanny and Lucky immediately started playing together, tails wagging happily. "Look at them, already smelling each other's butts. It's true love."

"That's just what dogs do, Lena," Kate retorted, pulling a bit on Lucky's leash so they could get on with their walk. "They're not in love."

"But the word on the street is that you are, isn't it?" Yelena laughed with a naughty glint in her eye, walking side by side with her best friend.

"You can't possibly believe that," Kate said with a scoff, way faster than she intended, which only earned her a diverted mhm from the blonde that made it clear she didn't believe her. "It's like you don't know me at all, Yelena Belova. I feel wounded."

"Now, now, drop the dramatics," Yelena brushed her off. "It's because I know you that I'm positive something is going on between you and Y/N."

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't know," Yelena shrugged. "You didn't even talk to each other during game night before and now you're attached at the hip? Seems suspicious. Besides, when have you ever brought a girl to the archery range? I still remember how fast you shut down that one redhead that suggested you taught her how to shoot because no one touches the sacred ground." Yelena made her best impression of Kate with that last part, letting out a loud laugh.

The archer only looked down, trying to conceal with her hair the heat she had started to feel all around her neck and cheeks.

"Y/N is my friend," Kate tried defending herself. "She just… gets me."

Yelena gave her a knowing smile and for some reason, Kate's stomach flipped at the notion of other people noticing what she was just starting to discover. If she was that obvious, did you know?

Yelena suddenly slapped her arm, excitedly making hand motions towards Lucky and Fanny that had crossed each other's paths and tangled their leashes together, leaving them no option but to walk paws to paws to move comfortably, their tails still wagging side to side nonstop. Kate only rolled her eyes with half a smile, pulling out her phone to snap a picture of it to send to you.

"I just wanna say that I like you two together," Yelena continued, snapping a few pictures herself before helping the archer untangle the dogs. "You seem happier when you're around her."

The archer couldn't help but smile at that. "Yeah, I am happy."

For the first time in her life, Kate caught herself wondering if she and her mother had gotten it all wrong.

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devils roll the dice -- Chuck Taylor

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author's note: Sorry for the bad title. It's like 2am. My brain stopped working. I am not sure what this is. It kind of just happened

warnings: smut--18+, intercourse, dirty talk, daddy kink (honorific),pet names, dom/sub dynamics

word count: 906

pairing: fem!reader & Chuck Taylor

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“Look at you, little dove. Just laying there and taking my cock like a good girl.” The mix of his voice and praise send chills up your spine. You loved when he praised you, reminding you that you were his good girl. You were his, after all. Something that you’d never forget—nor did he ever let you. You were pinned under his hips, at his mercy. Your favorite place to be. You felt each of his slow, deep thrusts, knowing each one claimed you all over again. It was his favorite way to remind you where you belonged.

He had your legs wide open. Before he had sunk inside of you, he had laid between your legs and teased you with his tongue. The feeling of his mouth against your clit, fingers inside of you, had almost been enough to send you over the edge, toppling towards the orgasm that was right there.

You hadn’t expected him to come crashing into your life, claiming your body and heart. He had been a surprise in the best of the way. After a broken heart, you boarded up the windows. You closed yourself off to the idea of being with anyone again. Then, came Chuck.

He welcomed you to the roster, always cracking jokes to make you smile. He was someone that went out of his way to talk to you backstage, including you in the plans he made. He was your friend, someone that protected you, and made you feel safe. You could heal around him, feeling pieces of yourself stitching back together. In the coldest moments, he was the fire that kept you warm.

Loving him was easy. It was natural. Opening your heart to him was something you knew you made the right decision on. Nobody ever loved you in the ways he had. Nobody made you feel the things he made you feel.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, lips swollen from his kisses earlier in the night. What started as cuddling on the couch, turned into this. You, stretched open, forced to take each pounding thrust of him. Eyes locked on yours, Chuck reached up to grab your chin with his hand.

“That’s not a nice word for such a good girl.” He spoke, grinning at you. The grin that usually made your panties damped with want. “It sounds so pretty coming from those lips though, so I’ll allow it.” Approval and arousal made you clench around him, whimpers spilling from you. Did he realize the way your body reacted when he said things like this? Of course. He knew. He knew the affect he had on you, the way you so naturally submitted to him.

How good it felt to do so.

You were constantly a drippy mess for him, something he loved. He praised you, constantly telling you how beautiful you were when you were wet for him. He knew how to handle you, how to bring that out of you.

“Can’t blame you, little dove. It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it, baby? My little dove is getting filled up the way she needs. Can’t help when filthy fucking words fall from those pretty lips of hers, huh?” His hand stroked your bottom lip.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You babbled, the pleasure increasing as he his thrusts hit that spot, the one that left your head spinning and toes curling. “You make me feel so good, daddy.” He groaned at that, hips snapping even harder against that spot, causing you to moan. You clenched around him again, so close. “Please. Am close. Can I come?”

“Yeah, you about to come, baby?” He asked, increasing the pace of his thrusts. “Fuck yeah, you can come for me, little dove. I want you to come as many times at this pretty little pussy can.” He pushed his thumb into your mouth, groaning as your rolled your tongue around it. “Fuck, baby. Look at my beautiful little girl, so fucking dirty for me, aren’t you? Such a perfect girl though. Come for me, baby. Just know that we aren’t stopping until I’m done.”

Your back arched in a loud moan as he slipped his hand from your mouth, his now wet thumb brushing over your clit. “Fuck!” You moaned, bucking against his hand. Your hands reached up gripping his shoulders so hard that little moon-shaped indents were left behind. “S-so good.” You whimpered, eyes opening to look at him. You clenched around him again he teased your clit with slow circles that had you inching closer and closer to the edge.

“Yeah?” He asked, pressing his lips against yours in a brief kiss. “My baby feeling good right now, huh? Nice and fucked out? Just laying there as I fuck her stupid? Until all she can do is beg for more?” You whimpered at his words, eyes rolling back as his thumb increased the pace around your clit. “My perfect little slut. You all fucked out on my cock is the best fucking sight.” He panted, increasing the pace of his thrusts as well.

“Daddy…”

He leaned down to kiss you once again, hand collaring around your throat. “I know, baby. I know how much you like being fucked, little dove.” He gave your throat a soft squeeze, watching as your eyes fluttered close as your walls clenched down with your orgasm. “Good girl, little dove. That’s right, Come for me. Show me how good it feels.”

#aew imagine #aew smut #Chuck taylor smut #chuck taylor imagine #zel writes

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braveclementine · 19 days

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Chapter 20

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌, 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖚𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 I spent as much time outside as we could over the following days. Considering Remus and I had been pretty much confined to exactly one room for most of the year, it was nice to be outside and feel the fresh air on our faces.

The sea wasn't exactly how I imagined it would be. Trang said it was much nicer in France as well, more sun and less grey clouds. Apparently the water was bluer in France was well, instead of this dark, cold grey water.

Despite the look of the sea however, it was still pleasant. I enjoyed the smell of brine and sea salt, and the feel of swimming in the ocean was more enjoyable than a pool once I got used to it, though since I was pregnant I could not go very far out.

Most of the time, we simply sat on the beach, reading newspapers and books, or talking to Remus and making sure that he didn't try to eat any sand. He did make friends with a very small sea turtle, which would occasionally come back to the beach for 'sunbathing'. Remus' eyes lit up every time he saw it and would crawl over to it. It didn't seem to fear him, because it would let him pick him up, before eventually wiggling away and back into the sea.

"Elizabeth! Griphook wants to talk to us!" Harry called down from the cliff. I knew he'd been sitting up there for some time. And I'd heard Ron and Hermiones' voices drift down.

I groaned. "Why does he think I care?"

"Because you've cared and tried to be in on the action in the past six years." Trang said sleepily from where she was laying down on the sand, one arm thrown over her eyes.

"Fine." I grumbled. "Don't let Remus eat sand."

Trang groaned, sitting up so that she could keep an eye on my baby. I got up slowly, and gingerly made my way back up the slippery, rock stairs that were carved into the cliff side. I always hated this part of getting to and from the house. I always feared that I was going to slip on the steps and fall down them.

Bill appeared the top of the stairs, which he quickly came down, before helping me back up the rest of them. "Elizabeth, I said send a Patronus." He said in an exasperated voice. He had indeed asked me to send a Patronus if I ever needed help with the stairs.

"I know, I know." I said with a sheepish smile on my face. "Sorry Bill."

Once I was actually in the house, I met with Harry, Ron, and Hermione outside of the door that Hermione, Luna, Trang, and I slept in throughout the night.

Griphook was sitting in the wooden chair next to the crib that I would sit in to breast-feed and sing Remus to sleep in. "I have reached my decision, Harry Potter. Though the goblins of Gringotts will consider it base treachery, I have decided to help you-"

"That's great! Griphook, thank you, we're really-"

"-in return, for payment." Griphook finished.

"How much do you want? I've got gold."

"Not gold. I have gold. I want the sword. The sword of Godric Gryffindor."

"You can't have that. I'm sorry."

"then, we have a problem."

"We can give you something else." Ron said and I bit my bottom lip, knowing what was coming, "I'll bet the Lestranges have got loads of stuff, you can take your pick once we get into the vault."

"I am not a thief boy! I am not trying to procure treasures to which I have no right!" He spat angrily.

"The sword's ours-"

"It is not."

"We're Gryffindors, and it was Godric Gryffindor's-"

"And before it was Gryffindor's, whose was it?" the goblin demanded.

"No one's. It was made for him, wasn't it?" Ron asked.

"No! Wizarding arrogance again!" Griphook said, bristling with anger as he pointed a single, pointed finger at Ron. "That sword was Ragnuk the First's, taken from him by Godric Gryffindor! it is a lost treasure, a masterpiece of goblinwork! It belongs with the goblins! The sword is the price of my hire, take it or leave it!"

Harry glanced between the three of us before saying, "We need to discuss this, Griphook, if that's all right. Could you give us a few minutes?"

The goblin nodded, looking disgusted with all of us, though neither Hermione nor I had said a word the entire time.

We didn't just leave the room, but went downstairs into the living room. Gratefully, I sank back down on the couch while Harry walked to the fireplace, thinking. Ron followed behind him. "He's having a laugh. We can't let him have that sword."

"Is it true? Was the sword stolen by Gryffindor?" Harry asked Hermione and I.

"I don't know." Hermione said, sounding both desperate and hopeless. "Wizarding history often skates over what the wizards have done to other magical races, but there's no account that I know of that says Gryffindor stole the sword."

"It's possible, I only deal with the future, Harry." I replied wearily. "However, like Hermione, I have never read an account on either side of Gryffindor stealing the sword. I was under the impression he had bought it or it was gifted to him freely."

"It'll be one of those goblin stories about how the wizards are always trying to get one over on them. I suppose we should think ourselves lucky he hasn't asked for one of our wands." Ron said in that supremacy that I disliked. Sure, I did not like to think of us as bad people, but there was a bad egg in every group of people, no matter their blood purity, colour, religion, or species. Wizards were no exception.

"Goblins have got good reason to dislike wizards, Ron. They've been treated brutally in the past." Hermione tried to reason.

"Goblins aren't exactly fluffy little bunnies, though, are they? They've killed plenty of us too. They've fought dirty too."

"But arguing with Griphook about whose race is most underhanded and violent isn't going to make him more likely to help us, is it?"

Harry went to look out the window at Dobby's grave. From my angle on the couch, I could just barely see Luna as she arranged sea lavender in a jam jar at the headstone. I saw that the rock I'd carved the weird engraving into was propped up with the headstone Harry had made. I wondered when he'd done that.

"Okay, how's this?" Ron asked and the three of us looked at him. "We tell Griphook we need the sword until we get inside the vault, and then he can have it. There's a fake in there, isn't there? We switch them, and give him the fake."

I rolled my eyes and almost scoffed out loud. "Real classy."

"Ron, he'd know the difference better than we would! He's the only one who realized there been a swap!"

"Yeah, but we could scarper before he realizes-"

Ron actually seemed to shrink under Hermiones' glare. "That, is despicable. Ask for his help, then double-cross him? And you wonder why goblins don't like wizards, Ron?"

"All right, all right! It was the only thing I could think of! What's your solution then?"

"We need to offer him something else, something just as valuable."

"Brilliant. I'll go and get one of our other ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it." Ron replied sarcastically.

"Maybe he's lying. Griphook. Maybe Gryffindor didn't take the sword. How do we know the goblin version of history's right?" Harry said.

"Does it make a difference?"

"Changes how I feel about it." Harry sighed.

"Use grammar." I said.

"What?" The three said together.

"Liz, I know you love talking and using words, but really, I don't think that's going to work in this case." Ron replied.

I huffed, "Tell him he can have the sword, but do not tell him when he can have the sword. Tell him he can have the sword after he's helped you get into the vault- but avoid telling him exactly when he can have it."

"I was going to suggest that." Harry nodded. "It's good."

"Harry, we can't-"

"He can have it." Harry said in a finalized tone. "after we've used it on all of the Horcruxes. I'll make sure he gets it then. I'll keep my word."

"But that could be years!" Hermione protested.

"I know that, but he needen't. I won't be lying. . . really."

"I don't like it." Hermione said.

"Nor do I, much."

"Well, I think it's genius. Grammar, hah! Let's go and tell him." Ron said, getting up.

I followed them back up the stairs because, why not? Harry made the offer very carefully, just as I had suggested. Hermione frowned at the floor while I continued to stay impassive.

"I have your word, Harry Potter, that you will give me the sword of Gryffindor if I help you?"

"Yes."

"Then shake."

I knew grammar was important because the goblin himself had used it. He would help them get into the vault, but he would not help them get out of it. That was the danger, though I knew they would escape on the back of a dragon anyways.

"So, we begin!" Griphook said.

"Well," I said softly, getting up off the bed. "You don't need me from here on out. You've got it all on your own." I squeezed Harry's shoulder, kissing his cheek, leaving the bedroom. I was glad to be away from it all, away from the adventure for the first time.

I just wanted to be with my son.

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the-twi-light-zone · 1 year

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Kissing In The Cold

Charlie Swan x OC

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The radio chirps in my car as I drive through the snowy landscape to my favorite hiking trail. Thick wool socks hug my feet tightly as my long johns are also tucked in tightly, with how many layers I have I must look quite funny. Grabbing my pack out of the passenger seat I sling it across my back and clip the straps in the front together over my chest. I grab my walking sticks from the trunk and strap my wrists into safety straps.

Taking off into the cold winter wonderland I sigh as I bring my face cover over the bottom part of my face. In all the years I have been hiking I always found comfort in taking hikes in the snow. Something about how you go home after and take a hot bath and sip on a warm beverage next to the fire always confirmed why I loved hiking in the winter. My parents were never keen on my hikes at this time of the year for fear I may get hurt and freeze until help found it’s way to me. Even if that happened I don’t think it would keep me from going out again.

After half an hour of hiking I decided to turn around only to my dismay I start sliding down the hill to my right and begin tumbling down the hill. My body hits multiple hard objects but one hit in particular has me gasping in shock as I try to not to cry at the end of my descent. My left leg is throbbing and with the help of my walking sticks I am slowly able to stand back to my full height. Although I am in no shape to begin walking back to my car and at this realization I begin shuffling to find my phone. No signal flashes across the screen and I blink as I realize that either I get to the top of the hill or I try to keep walking on a bad leg to get some signal to call for help. There may be a chance I can make it up the hill again if I crawl and use the trees and rocks from my descent to get up.

Deciding to try the hill first cause I can at least scoot back up it again and also crawl. I begin my ascent and so far so good, about a quarter of the way up I take a second to breathe and look at my surroundings. Nothing to take note of other than the path of my fall being very noticeable in the winter. I keep going and eventually make it to the top, and other wise with no other sustained injuries. Pulling out my phone again I click on the first number I see and that was my boyfriends number.

The dial tone fills my ears and a sharp click advising of him answering notifies me with his gruff voice “Val? What’s going on I thought you were out hiking?” I sigh in relief as I hear his voice. “Charlie I need you to come get me or send someone, I fell down a hill and my left leg is hurt.” my voice is slightly out of breath. “I’m on my way!” Is the last thing I hear before the line disconnects and I exhale my sigh of relief. Charlie would be here soon and everything will be okay, soon I would be in the hospital since I know that is where he’ll take me next and then to my hot bath I go.

Waiting for no more than maybe 15 minutes I hear faint shouts. “Val! Call out if you can hear me!” Charlie’s voice rings out into the air and I respond. “Charlie! Charlie! I’m over here!” I shout as loud as I can and finally see my knight in his Forks issued police uniform. I reach my arms out to him as he kneels next to me. “Alright lets get you out of here he grunts as he hefts me into his arms and carries me with one arm under my legs and the other behind my back. My arms are wrapped around his neck and I lean into his warmth. “I’m so glad you found me Charlie, I was beginning to think you were rallying the troops to help look for me.” I chuckle as I look at his face and see the slight lift in his mustache. “That would take to long to do that when I was already heading out here to drop off a canister of coffee for you when you were done.” He says.

I laugh at that, seems he is always thinking of me. “How did I get so lucky chief?” I say as I smile up at him. “I think that goes both ways Val, you keep me on my toes always and there is nothing I would want more.” He says laughing at the grin on my face. “I love you Charlie Swan.” I say to him and at this he leans down and captures my lips, “and I love you Valerie Weathers.” Our lips meet once more as we kissed in the cold.

#twilight #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #charlie swan #charlie swan x oc #charlie swan x reader

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dean-samw67 · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your requests were open so I wanted to send one if you don't mind ^^

If you are uncomfortable with writing this, it's alright! If you do, thank you in advance 🥰

Hmmm how about a Fluff Rogue Cheney x Fem! Reader, the classic childhood sweethearts going to the same school together and how they confess?

Once again, don't force yourself to write it! Thank you ❤

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Rogue Cheney x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

Thank you so much for this request Anon! I was so excited to write for Fairy tail. This did end up becoming kind of a School AU so I hope you still like it! ❤

Y/n still remembered how she met Rogue. They were kids, only about 7. The two were placed in the seats across from each other in their class. While Rogue was more reserved and quiet at the time, Y/n had no fear in approaching him. She often struck up conversation when conversation shouldn’t have happened, resulting in her parents needing to speak with the teacher on multiple occasions for talking during class.

It never stopped her though. She was intrigued by the young boy. She wanted to get to know him and found every way she could to try and talk with him. Oh, a new worksheet? She needs to ask him for help, even if he didn’t seem to know any better. Reading time? She would sit next to him and try to whisper questions about his book while the teacher wasn’t looking. Lunch time? She would plop herself right next to him and ask him about what he packed that day. Recess? She was relentless. Would follow him around, talking about things that went on at home.

Rogue never had an argument against it. He had to admit he had a small crush on her from the moment she first made her presence known. And he didn’t mind the company. He could see how proud Y/n would be with herself when he would start talking to her more and more.

Eventually, they were inseparable. They grew up together, finding a tree that was just outside the forest that they hung out around a ton, Y/n dragging him to go window shopping (mostly because she couldn’t actually buy anything with how broke she was), and countless amount of study “dates”.

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Rogue, now 14, took his usual seat under the tree, their normal hang out spot, while Y/n was climbing it. She pulls herself up onto a branch, sitting on it and looking down at the dark haired boy.

“Don’t you need to prepare for a test, Y/n?” Rogue questions without looking up at her.

“But that's so boring.” She grumbles before turning around and letting herself fall back, her legs hooked around the branch. She stares at her best friend while hanging upside down and he finally gives her a small glance before a smirk graces his face. “How was your day today?”

“It was good. I met a new kid.” He answers.

“Was it a girl?” Y/n tries to seem excited while asking that but was hoping it wasn’t.

“No.” He laughs at her, which causes a blush to brighten her cheeks. “His name is Sting.”

“Oh, wait. I think I saw him. Was he nice?”

“He was intense. Seemed a little like a class clown. Nothing I’m not used to.” He chuckles as he watches her reach up for the branch, holding it as she tries to pull her legs off and get on the ground. It had rained that morning, making the branches slick. Y/n loses her grip and falls, knowing it wasn’t a long fall but would hurt nonetheless. Her bottom hits the ground but her head is supported to keep it from smacking off of the ground underneath her. Rogue had placed his hand under her head to keep her from a potential concussion. “This is what I meant.”

Y/n laughs a little while pushing herself up so she was sitting upright, “I guess I am a little klutzy.”

“A little? What about the time I had to steer you away from the wet floor sign you almost tripped over because you weren’t paying attention?” He tries to conceal his laughter.

“We were in the middle of a conversation.” She scoffs.

“And when you tried to walk to your backyard and ran right into the screen door, breaking it as you fell onto your deck?” Y/n crosses her arms, giving him a playful glare. “And what about the time you proved that slipping on a banana peel was not just something in cartoons?”

“Okay, okay.” She holds up her hands as the two of them laugh. “I guess I don’t exactly pay attention all the time.” She runs a hand through her hair.

“Not anything wrong with it. I just had to always be your knight in shining armor until the day we die.” Rogue smiles.

“I won’t complain.” Y/n shrugs, returning his smile. Rogue meets her eyes and reaches over, fixing her hair before resting his hand on her cheek. Y/n could feel her heart pick up its pace as her thoughts began running wild. He leaned in enough that she knew exactly what he was doing. And she couldn’t believe that it was going to actually happen.

“Wow, is this where you hang out, Rogue?” A boy's voice interrupts the moment and the two pull away, clearing their throats and acting like nothing was about to happen. Y/n stares at the boy with complete shock. It was that new kid, Sting, and not only did he ruin a moment but he was intruding on her and Rogue’s spot. Granted it is a public space but it felt a little invasive.

“Sting? What are you doing here?” Rogue practically choked on his words, still trying to regain himself.

“I heard you two talking about this place at lunch today. I got bored and figured I would meet your other friend.” Sting shrugs as he walks over. Y/n tried to put on her best face but she couldn’t help but be angry at Sting. Not only is he invading this private moment but he eavesdropped on their conversation. Sting takes a seat with them and Rogue sighs with a nod.

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Y/n didn’t hold it against Sting for long. She understood that he was new and looking for friends. But ever since he became a part of the group it felt almost impossible to get Rogue alone. Two years. Two years of Sting interrupting any attempt Y/n tried at getting to hang out with her best friend alone.

She tried offering to go to her place.

“Hey, Rogue, I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place and study?” Sting slung his arms over their shoulders.

“Study hangout at Y/n’s place? Let’s do it!”

Suggested the library.

“Maybe we can go to the Library during lunch?” She suggested as she shut her locker. Rogue had agreed but of course Sting was bugging them the minute they were in there. They actually got thrown out for him being too loud.

Hell, Y/n even tried the note in Rogue’s locker, offering to meet at her house without Sting being able to heat her asking. But when Rogue opened his locker the note fell out and onto the floor.

“You got a love note, dude!” Sting is quick to grab the note from the floor and opens it up. Y/n groans and places her forehead against her locker door. “Oh, no. It’s just Y/n asking you to meet at her place. Y/n, come on. If you wanted us to come over you could have just asked.” Sting looks at her while laughing. She gripped her locker out of anger before slamming it shut and storming away from the two boys. “What’s got her panties in a twist?”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Rogue shakes his head, shutting his locker before walking after her. She had already left the school though. He knew where she went. He heads to their normal hang out spot just outside the forest. She was leaning against the trees with her legs pulled to her chest, her chin resting on her knees. Rogue approaches her, setting his bag down before sitting across from her.

“I get he just likes spending time with us but it’s completely affected our friendship.” She mumbles.

“What do you mean?”

“Me and you. We never hang out without him anymore. I don’t hate having him around, he’s a great guy, but I miss hanging out, just us. He always invites himself everywhere.” Y/n finally tears her eyes from the ground and looks up at Rogue.

“Have you tried talking to him?” He asks.

“Do you even feel the same? You could have talked to him.” She huffs, turning her head to look away from him.

“Y/n-”

“Found you guys. Knew you would be here.” Sting begins approaching the two of them. Y/n rolls her eyes, grabbing her bag, preparing to stand up. Rogue holds his hands up and he stands.

“Just wait here.” He begs before walking to Sting, pulling him away. Y/n doesn’t listen and pulls herself to her feet, slinging her bag on her shoulder.

“Listen, man, you need to give us a little space sometimes.” Rogue tries to explain. Sting goes to say something but Rogue stops him. “I get you wanting to hang out with us but I think it’s upsetting Y/n and I wouldn’t mind time alone with her.” Sting attempts to talk again but Rogue doesn’t let him. “Listen, I really like her. I have for a while and I have wanted to tell her but I can’t do that when you are always here.”

“Rogue!” Sting raises his voice, shutting Rogue up. “She left.” He points to the tree, causing the dark haired boy’s turn around to see where she was just sitting to be empty.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner!” Rogue hurries to get his bag.

“I tried. You wouldn’t let me get a word out. You know all you had to do was ask me to not bug you two.” Sting chuckles. “Go on and get her.” Rogue heads off into the direction of Y/n’s house. This was the path they always took on the way back. He knew she couldn’t get far if he ran.

He was right. Not too far ahead was Y/n who was walking toward her house. He keeps running which causes Y/n to turn around at the sound of footsteps coming up quickly behind her. She seemed startled but calmed as she saw it was just her childhood best friend.

“You scared me.” She mumbles. Rogue was quick to stop in his tracks, seeing her face. She was crying and there was no hiding it. She wipes her face with her sleeve, realizing he noticed.

“Y/n…” He tries to catch his breath. “I talked with him. Sting. He said he understands.”

“Yeah, you only talked with him after I said something.” She scoffs with a slight laugh of anger.

“I know. And go ahead and be mad at me.” He steps closer to her and places his hands on her shoulders. “Because I have been so stupid.” His voice becomes more quiet.

“It’s whatever.” She shrugs.

“It’s not. Y/n, I need to tell you something I have wanted to tell you for so long.” Rogue sighs as he moves his hand up her neck and places it gently over her cheek. She looks at him with hopeful eyes as her heart begins to pound in her chest. She wanted to be angry but how could she? One look at him and she was swooning.

“Go on.” She nods.

“I think I love you. I think I have for a long time. And I really really want to kiss you right now.” He whispers as he holds eye contact with her.

“Really?” The corners of her lips tug up into a smile.

“Really.” Rogue wipes her face of any tears before leaning down to capture her lips with his, which ridded her of any anger she still felt. Her arms drape over his shoulders as their smiles are unable to be contained and they have to pull apart.

“Promise me that we’ll actually get time alone again?”

“Of course we will.” He chuckles.

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lilithgrax · 2 years

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Seeing In Color

Summary: Jungkook decides karate is better than boxing and takes you to Dragon’s Gate, where you meet the Boy With the Dragon Tattoo.

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: PG; swearing

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: Interlude

You can find this work on my Ao3 as well at Lillith_Grax.

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight

You collapse forward onto his chest, body gone completely limp from the orgasm and the alcohol. His chest rises and falls deeply beneath you, his mouth open and sucking in air like a beached fish. For a few minutes you both lay there chest to chest in the quiet, bass pumping in the distance from others' music, feeling each other's heart rate gradually slow down again. Every inch of skin on your body tingles.

"Y/n." He whispers.

Yoongi sounds like he's about to fall asleep. You hesitate to pick your head up from his shoulder, embarrassed. What would he think of a woman who'll dry hump a man to orgasm the first day they go out together? You try to put the thoughts from your mind when you remember that he was the one who pulled you into this room in the first place. You squint in the dim light and let your eyes adjust. Yoongi is looking at you with half lidded eyes, his forehead and neck sparkling with drying sweat, hands running soothingly up your sides. "I hate to sound like a Debbie Downer", he continues, voice soft, still catching his breath. "But we should probably get out of here before anyone comes in this room and finds us, right?" He gives you that lopsided smile and you can't help but smile back.

The two of you sneak out of the karaoke room and round the corner, near the bathroom. He corners you in the same spot Jungkook had you cornered earlier, when you were having your crying fit. You feel oddly protected, surrounded by Yoongi's warmth. You fish your phone out of your purse and there's three messages:

<Jungkook>: Are you okay? Where did you two go? <Jungkook>: Don't tell me you're fucking, you little devil <Jungkook>: I'm gonna assume by your silence that Yoongi's balls deep in you right now

A fit of giggles comes out of you and you feel Yoongi step even closer into your space. He's looking at you with eyes that seem apologetic and your heart sinks.

"So, I'm going to be honest with you right now y/n." Your heart sinks even further into the pit of your stomach. This is it, he's going to say this was a mistake and he never wants to see me again. Don't cry, y/n. You knew this was going to happen. He leans his head down to you so nobody else can hear.

"I'm feeling pretty gross right now, with cum drying in my underwear and all. So… I really don't want to go back inside like this." His eyes meet yours and he looks embarrassed, biting his bottom lip. "You wanna bail?"

"Like, leave them here?" You blink back at him. He laughs.

"It's not like we're their ride or anything." His face falls and you see his adam's apple bob when he swallows. "Unless you want to stay and have more fun, you know, you don't have to leave if you don't want to."

"No, no!" You're quick to correct him, not wanting him to jump to any wrong conclusions. "Let's get out of here."

Yoongi's smile is beaming. "Wanna go for a walk to sober up a little?"

You text Jungkook back and tell him what's going on. He sends you back a series of devil emojis but nothing else. You can't help but smile to yourself and feel the warmth spreading in your chest- Jungkook really is your biggest cheerleader. Yoongi is walking beside you with his hands in his pockets, but he keeps sneaking glances at you and you wonder if he's just keeping his hands to himself to be polite.

"I thought you said you wanted to go home because you were, um, dirty? Aren't you uncomfortable?"

He bites his bottom lip and you swoon. "I am, but I don't want to say goodbye just yet."

You walk a little longer in comfortable silence, both of you being tipsy causing you to bump shoulders. He looks at you every time it happens and you can tell he has something to say and he's not saying it. He keeps his hands in his pockets and you see him fiddling; trying to unstick his underwear from himself, no doubt. When you get to a crosswalk, he grabs you and pulls you against the corner building.

"Y/n," Yoongi starts, swallowing thickly. "I'm gonna go home. But it's not because I want to, I mean-"

He lets out a frustrated breath and swipes a hand through his shining hair. When he looks at you, his face is flushed pink from the drinking and he just looks beautiful. The panic starts to simmer up from your stomach; but you tamp it down, replaying the events that just occurred over in your head. Yoongi initiated this, he wouldn't leave me high and dry right now. Calm down, y/n.

"I don't want to fuck after we've been drinking either. I mean, if you ever wanted to do that with me. What I'm saying is, it'd be inappropriate to invite you to my place or whatever right now, right?"

You nod, stifling a giggle at his ranting. Yoongi takes another deep breath and steels his jaw, thinking about what he's going to say next.

"Please keep coming to my classes."

You nod again. "I will."

"I want to see you again."

"You will."

"Can I kiss you goodnight?"

"Please."

And Yoongi does.

#bts yoongi #yoongi #bts suga #jungkook #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #seeing in color

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ofgentleresolve · 2 years

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@jeoseungsaja sent in:

So this is...awkward. Well, not exactly awkward but more so a situation that causes disquiet within Hyuk. This isn't how things were initially planned; Hyuk's prior outburst at the reception had demonstrated that, yet Patrick's presence showed up just in time to save the poor administrator from more fire brewing in the detective's mouth. Whether it was a mistake from Hyuk's faulty computer skills or an error from the hotel's system, there was no turning back. They were here now --- sharing the same room...and the same bed. Sure, sure, Patrick did say that he's fine with this option, that he doesn't mind, yet Hyuk can't help but feel a bit guilty about it. He wanted this little getaway to be as blissful as possible, not to...create bashful tension that somehow can be sensed in the air.

They've shared spaces before, of course they have, but not like this. Not while knowing there's something more swimming in seas that have acquired the languid color of realization; an...awakening of feelings that once rested dormant.

He takes a deep breath, the night cloaking skies. He's by himself right now; Patrick making sure his children are doing okay in the other room they'll be sharing. He sits on a corner of the bed, wondering what to do as pajama pants and a shirt wrap his body. Should he take off the shirt? It's how he's used to sleep; the garment feeling heavy on flesh when being under sheets, somehow -- a tight habit by now.

The detective bites his bottom lip; hair now moderately dry after his usual shower. Maybe...he could take the shirt off, dig himself under the covers and call it a night? Yeah, that could work, couldn't it? (Why is he suddenly shy about it? As if Patrick hadn't seen him like this before--)

One...two...

Rapidly, he starts taking his shirt off, but it seems he has awful timing, for by the time he has the garment over his head, he hears the door unlock and open, causing Hyuk to jump and slide off the mattress, falling on his bum on the floor.

"Aish--!" Only Patrick can unlock this absolutely graceless part of him, getting tangled in his shirt for a moment before he frustratingly tosses it to his side, hair a bit of a mess due to that. "I'm fine, I--did...uh...how did they...like their room?" He sits up, trying to sort of pretend nothing happened; clearing his throat as warmth escalates to his neck. "Also do you...want a side of the bed in particular, I can take any spot--"

(HELLO, DEAR FERRE! I AM HERE TO SEND UNPROMPTED ASKS WIEDHWIEUDH, PLS TAKE THIS CLUMSY HYUK, BUT ALSO, FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS IF YOU WISH ;W; HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A FANTASTIC DAY!!) || click for patrick’s interior atm ( unprompted. )

It does not occur to Patrick that this setup ( that he proposed ) will, in fact, have consequences.

Not that he thinks they would be necessarily bad consequences when he looks back on it, but in the moment he will probably think so, even if this should simply feel like a throwback to the old times. Back to his and Hyuk’s uni days, where it was normal for them to share a room. Well-intentioned, but nevertheless bad roommates will do that; make any university student desperate enough to pick a couch with questionable stains over a familiar bed if it means getting a few hours of peace and quiet- Patrick learned quickly to claim a single for the years following.

But even in the following years, sharing a room ( intentional or not ) with Hyuk, he never considered strange. Even if Hyuk did take his shirt off before going to sleep. Patrick’s known about that habit for years and how it correlates with Hyuk's dislike for waking up sweaty.

( Patrick would point out though that the temperature of the body actually decreases when unconscious, so in the winters, isn’t necessarily a great idea to sleep shirtless. What if Hyuk catches a cold? )

And still, somehow very inconveniently, Patrick did not take that fact into consideration. Not that his decision would have been any different in any other timeline. So there’s been a mix-up with the hotel booking- that certainly isn’t going to stop Patrick from enjoying his time with his dear friend, however much it is limited to these two weeks. This setup shouldn’t feel any DIFFERENT.

Until it is. It’s been like this for a while, hasn’t it? Everything being both familiar and new, two parallel lines suddenly intersecting until you can’t tell where one line starts and the other ends-

He’s not thinking too hard about what awaits in their shared room when he opens the door. Everything is going as well as it should- at the very least, both Elise and Hiro seem settled into their shared hotel room down the hall and last time he checked, they were invested in a drama, which Hiro insisted turning the subtitles off for, something about wanting to improve his Korean. He was also the one to shoo Patrick back to his own room:

“Go back to your room- we know you’d rather be with Mister Lee than us.”

Patrick scratches his cheek bashfully, his other hand resting on the doorknob. It’s not that obvious, him and Hyuk, is it? No, Patrick, that’s not a question to wrestle with right now.

Taking a deep breath, he turns the doorknob and tells himself to relax. It’s just Hyuk in the room. Just the two of them alone in a room just like how it had been many times in the past; it’s not like this time is going to be any different from the other times.

That is what he is assuming until he actually opens the door only to find his dear friend tangled in his shirt and then soon after slipping off the corner of the mattress onto the floor. It’s almost as if Hyuk was considering not sleeping shirtless this time around.

“Are you okay?” Patrick is immediate in helping his dear friend off the floor. He frowns, leaning in and reaching a hand up to help clear the hair from Hyuk’s face. His fingers get tangled in the soft, soft strands there as the pads of his fingertips brush against first Hyuk’s forehead and then his scalp. “That sounded painful- maybe we should go to the doctor to get that checked out…”

And then it happens; the moment when the consequences of this…arrangement sink in. With the shirt thrown to the side, Hyuk is very much…shirtless, revealing a toned chest that Patrick happens to be in very close proximity to, just like the last time he caught Hyuk shirtless. This is to be expected though, right? Detectives have to be in shape, ready to burst into action at any given moment on the field so of course Hyuk would be in shape, it comes with the job.

Patrick swallows, hand tucking the loose strands behind his dear friend’s ear before it brushes over his neck and onto his shoulder, where Patrick’s thumb grazes over Hyuk’s clavicle. Patrick’s eyes can help but wander too, from his dear friend’s chest to his abs. In a daze, Patrick traces them with his eyes ( although make no mistake his free hand twitches in an urge to follow his gaze ). And he realizes Hyuk’s abs are half hidden by a loose set of trousers and for a long moment there, Patrick wonders what the whole set looks like and-

The blood rushes to his face.

No. No. That’s not a thought he should be having about his best friend. And something more.

“They’ve a-acclimated, I think.” He stammers, words tumbling out as he hastily pulls his hands back, cradling his fingers before they do anything traitorous. “I-Is the room okay with you? I-I hope it won’t be too stuffy for you since it’s not exactly what you booked initially-“ Wait a minute did Hyuk just ask what side of the bed he wants? That would imply they would be sharing a bed, which means that Patrick will be sleeping next to…that for two weeks straight.

Plus, they’re at Jeju Island, which means swimming will be happening. A lot.

( It is at this very moment when the gravity of his choices completely and utterly sinks in and there is no way around it- how did he forget that Hyuk likes to sleep with his shirt off again? )

He swallows again, averting his gaze and squeezing his eyes shut as if that would be able to shroud and sheer embarrassment prickling over his back. No, that wouldn’t be effective, not with Hyuk of all people. Hyuk, who knows him better than anyone else, perhaps even himself.

“Y-You can choose. I don’t mind.” His heart picks up a notch. There’s no way Hyuk wouldn’t have noticed his face going completely warm. “ I’ll take whichever spot is left- I s-should ready for bed since we’re doing a lot tomorrow, bebackinamoment-“

Patrick makes a rather ungraceful escape into the bathroom and closes the door behind him before covering his mouth, cheeks ablaze.

Dear god.

His head keeps on spinning. His head keeps running in a million different directions. None of which will be useful to his...crisis.

How is he going to last this time?

#jeoseungsaja #jeoseungsaja ( lee hyuk. )#answered ( patrick. )#everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )#until the end and then a little more ( patrick & hyuk. )#( verse: give mercy. )#a very gay one too :'D #hey so remember that last time patrick had g*ay p*anic(tm)#well multiply that by 842590384 times #he has finally realized the full impact of his decision #and may die in the middle of it :)#first was PAIN with their black knight verse AND NOW WE HAVE....g*ay panic time JFKLSJDFLSJDF #JFLKSDJFKLDJS ALEX HELP THE MORE I WROTE THIS THE GAYER IT GOT #LITERALLY I'M SO SORRY FOR PATRICK #AND HYUK #I CANNOT COVER HIS ASS IN THIS SCENARIO.....as we have said once b4....#if patrick has this strong of a reaction to seeing hyuk shirtless....how are they possibly going to further when they get together :'D #this was about one k worth of GAY and i can pinpoint the exact moment it went from like .5 to 110 JKFLJSDKLJF #but also not me sobbing over how considerate hyuk was trying to be with debating whether or not to sleep with a shirt on....#in patrick's opinion hyuk should be as comfy as possible #( and also bc he gets to see hyuk shirtless so uh...even if it takes like a day or two to acclimate )#( pls know that patrick likes....is just incredibly flustered for rn :'D )#BUT ALSO ALEX!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN <3 <3 <3 #I HOPE?? IT WAS OKAY AND IF I PUSHED THINGS TOO FAR PLS DO TELL ME #and i will be happy to revise <3 #not me dying in hyurick....but don't revive me i will take it happily :'D #JFKLSDJFLKSJD ANYWAYS!! PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY <3 <3 <3

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