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asuyaka · 7 months

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It is currently 3AM for me rn so apologies in advance if this looks like it was typed by a drunk person,

I've had this idea at random, but I'd like to request Teen!Gojo with Male!Reader(who Gojo has a fat crush on) who is very physically affectionate and by the power of plot armor has the a ability to break through Gojo's infinity. And so he uses this power, not to beat the living shit out of Gojo but rather to sneak behind him and either give him bear hugs from behind or tickle his sides whenever he isn't looking.

★ - Thank you for requestin' anon !! 'm in love with this concept s'muchhh!

☆ - Teen! Gojo Satoru x Plot armored! Male Reader (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

You,—contrary to popular belief— weren't a strong sorcerer.

At least not compared to the almighty Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. The strongest sorcerers of the modern era.

Though, there is one thing about your technique that could easily make you one of the strongest. If you trained and worked with it, but that's too much work.

Your technique was sort of like Shoko's. RCT, but you had better control of it due to constant training when you were young.

So, what does a young teenager, whose bored out of his mind, do at times like these?

Stifling a giggle, you channel your cursed energy on your hands, sneaking up behind Gojo who was too busy arguing with Geto about something.

You pass through Infinity easily, grabbing Gojo by the waist, picking him up, and twirling him around. "Hi, Gojo!!"

Gojo yelps in surprise. It isn't every day—scratch that— no-one was able to get through Infinity unless he lets them. No-one except for the person holding him, who as much as he denies, has a fat, big, huge, ginormous, and massive crush on.

"[Name], it's great to see you," Geto says sharing a knowing and mocking look at Gojo, who is desperately trying to calm himself.

You keep your hands on Gojo's waist, peeking your head through the crook of the albino's neck. "Do you know when that crepe store down the street opens?

"Uhm... it opens tomorrow at 3," Gojo mutters as he pushes his glasses further up his face to hopefully hide the increasing blush on his face.

[Name] giggles happily, spinning Gojo around a few more times. "We should go when it does! It'll be like a nice little get-together!"

Geto snorts. "Ah, I won't be able to go and Shoko is... being Shoko. You and Satoru should go together don't you think?"

Gojo snaps his head up glaring daggers into his friend's eyes. He knew exactly what Geto was trying to plan, and [Name] being the absolute angel he is—

"Yeah, that sounds fun!! Just me 'n you, right Gojo?"

—agrees without a second thought.

[Name]'s hands move from his waist to his torso, a scheming smile on his face.

"[Name] don't. I swear to—"

Gojo interrupts himself with a loud laugh his hands on [Name]'s wrist, his glasses falling onto his nose as he shakes his head frantically. "S-stop it! Suguru! Do s-soemthing!"

Geto raises his hands up defensively. "Hear no evil, see no evil."

"[N-Name!] St- ah! Stop ittttt!!" Gojo's eyes are brimming with tears now, his chest heaving and his body convulsing. He hates being tickled, mostly because his body is so damn sensitive due to Infinity.

But [Name] just... God he doesn't know where to start.

You let go of his torso with a bright smile your hands immediately settling back on his waist. You were a big physical touch person if that wasn't already obvious.

"We're gonna have so much fun on this date, Gojo!"

Geto laughs at his friend's expense who was blushing. Like, whole body blushing.

Gojo swallows thickly, forcing himself to remember it was a friend date. They were just friends.

Only friends.

Fuck, he was in love with this idiot.

"Y-yeah. We'll have fun without Suguru!" Gojo is quick to regain his normal attitude. Well, as normal as it can be with the man he swears he's going to spend his life with nuzzling his neck, talking with Suguru about something he couldn't care any less about.

"I'm glad I'm not coming. I know you'll have a fun time, [Name]. Satoru has quite the surprise for you." Geto teases, drawing an air heart between the two.

"Suprise? What suprise?"

Gojo blushes it feels like his skin is going to melt off. "Nothing! Suguru is making stuff up!"

"Mhm. Sureeee."

[Name] presses into Gojo's cheek. "C'mon tell me!"

Gojo glares at his friend who just shrugs.

So much for being his best friend.

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space-mango-company · 1 month

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Stranger | Chapter 5

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

TW: Descriptions of Violence, Mentions of Cannibalism

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Original Characters, Canon What Canon

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Not proofread!! Holy moly. Here it is, folks. The scene that inspired this whole fic. I had fun writing this so I really hope you enjoy it. Once again, I appreciate everyone who likes, comments, and/or leaves kudos so much. I really started this fic for myself but good golly, that dopamine rush whenever I get a notif might be more addicting than spice. I'm glad to be part of the bald man brigade.

Also, I can't believe I'm only now questioning why I decided to write this in the second person? I guess maybe I thought this fic would be a lot shorter and not that deep, lol. At this point 'y/n' probably has enough personality to just be a straight-up OC. It's funnier because I don't even find second-person or y/n fics any more engaging either. I always detach myself by giving 'y/n' her own name and only seeing her as a character in the fic.

ANYWAY, sorry to ramble. Stay safe and have a good one, ya weirdos.

You step out into the dark cul-de-sac of the guest hall, illuminated only by the large suspensor lamp in the middle. Feyd-Rautha looks you up and down, seemingly entranced by how the dim light casts his shadow on your modest dress. Atreides green, he recognized.

"Trying to sneak into my rooms again?" you say arms crossed, leaning on your door. "I didn't appreciate the last time, by the way."

"It's my house," he says cooly, "and I did knock this time."

You stare at him indifferently.

"Quite the display from you yesterday morning, using The Voice on me." His voice low and raspy, "I should have you drawn and quartered."

You scoff in his face. "You almost choked me to death. Are you trying to start a war?"

He takes a step closer and his face is inches from yours, you can feel his breath on your cheek, "I didn't think I'd like you this much, little hawk."

"What do you want, Feyd-Rautha?" you had no patience for him right now.

"Ah," he steps back, a dark smile on his face, "I've been waiting to hear my name from your tongue." His hand reaches for your lips. "I've grown quite tired of 'na-Baron'."

You grab his wrist before he can touch you. "If you're only here to toy with me, I would rather be left alone to prepare for bed." You release his hand and turn to open your door.

Feyd-Rautha props an arm against the doorway to block you. "We're to be married in three days," he says, "and I just can't seem to bring myself to let go of my 'harpies', as you called them." He meets your gaze. "You said you'd kill them. Did you mean that?"

You look up at him with steely eyes. He towered over you but your heart felt no fear, "Yes."

His coy smile returns. "Good. Come to my training hall tomorrow," he says, walking away.

"What?" you call after him.

"Dress to fight," he says over his shoulder. "I want to see what you can do, Atreides."

You needed no help from Zora in putting on a loose shirt and long pants. The plain beige outfit certainly wasn't as elegant as the dresses you had been wearing so far. But it was comfortable and you could fight in it, which was all that mattered. Still, you look yourself in the mirror. The soft, airy fabrics draped over your figure well but perhaps you were not in the best shape as you once were. Your muscle mass is much less than your brother's and he wasn't particularly built himself. You admit you did wane off your training sessions with Gurney and Paul leading up to your departure from Caladan. Nevertheless, you were still a skilled warrior. Another secret you've been keeping from the Harkonnens.

You were 14 when you started learning the blade. Watching Paul, 2 years your senior, practice with the Atreides Warmaster lit a fire in you. You didn't hesitate to pester your father to let you train with them and of course, there was nothing he could deny his darling daughter. You were a fierce and determined student. Gurney Halleck was a man you genuinely believed to be one of the best fighters in the Imperium, along with Duncan Idaho. Gurney would train you and Paul on even days. On odd days, your mother would teach you the Weirding Way. These lessons, much like the rest of your mother's teachings, your father wanted to know nothing about. After becoming decently adept at Prana-Bindu and gaining almost complete physical control of your body, Lady Jessica insisted that you also be skilled in the Bene Gesserit style of combat.

You were far from mastery in either but the combination of both trainings made you a formidable fighter. Despite this, you could never seem to beat your brother in a sparring match. A fact that frustrated you to no end, though you appreciated that Paul never went easy on you. You'd always blame it on him having trained for longer than you have. But in truth, you knew there had just always been something special about him.

"Are you ready, my lady?" Zora's soft voice wakes you from your thoughts.

"Hm? Right. Yes, let's go." You quickly tie your hair out of the way and grab your father's dagger from atop your dresser.

There was no fanfare when you entered the hall. On one end, the na-Baron's concubines sat chained on the steps of the shallow recessed pit in their leathers, their glares piercing through you. Your eyes linger on them as Feyd-Rautha and his Warmaster greet you.

"I was starting to think my lady bride was bluffing," Feyd-Rautha says as you approach him. The older man beside him offers you a polite bow.

"Perhaps she wasn't so keen on your brutish games," you bite back. "Your lord uncle won't be joining us?"

"No," Feyd-Rautha crosses his arms, "but he'll be hearing about your victory. Or your demise."

"Right. Well, I assume you'll be releasing them from those chains," you nod towards his pets "Not sure why they're necessary."

"Oh, trust me, little hawk. They're necessary." Feyd-Rautha motions to a servant.

"Your blade and shield, my lady," they bow, presenting you with a knife and a small device you recognize as a Holtzman shield.

"I've brought my own," you unsheath your father's dagger. You contemplate taking the shield but remembering that the na-Baron forwent it during his gladiator fight, you decide to do so as well. "They've no weapons anyway, the shield seems pointless."

Feyd-Rautha shrugs, "If you insist."

You take a deep breath, "Let's get this over with."

You lightly stretch as you walk down the steps of the shallow pit to stand opposite the na-Baron's concubines. You had come into this on the pretense of righteousness. For Iassa, you told yourself. But you've known her a mere two days. A part of you wanted to show off. You were good and you knew it. You could probably kill anyone in this room, even Feyd-Rautha. You craved the respect of the people here: the Harkonnens, the people of Geidi Prime. You figured this was one way to get it.

Feyd-Rautha walks around the pit to one of his concubines and kneels to whisper something in her ear. You assume a fighting stance when he moves to release her from the chains. When you meet her eyes, they are filled with feral bloodlust.

Suddenly, you weren't so bold. The veil of courage you have maintained since you arrived, even when Feyd-Rautha had your neck in his grip, is torn apart when you face this woman. You could tell no part of her would hesitate to rip your throat out with her bare teeth. You were almost relieved they were unarmed, but you weren't sure if that would make them any less lethal.

Fear grew in your chest and you had less than a moment to recite the Litany in your head before the concubine lunged at you.

You crouch down in time and slash at her abdomen as she approaches you. You turn to face her on the other side of the pit and she wastes no time in attacking you again. She attempts to grab your armed hand but you take hold of her wrist first and move to pin it behind her back. Quickly, your blade drags across her throat and she falls to your feet.

The kill has not yet registered in your mind but your heart is racing. You can almost hear your blood coursing through your veins. You held your arms outstretched, your eyes focused ahead, ready for the next one.

Across the pit, Feyd-Rautha licks his lips, smiling as he releases his second concubine. This time, you walk toward her while she moves to attack you. You clock her head with the pommel of your dagger and knock her a few steps back. She reaches a hand to wipe the blood beginning to drip out of her nose. After examining it, she snarls and bares her sharp teeth at you. Your mind is blank now. She dodges your first slash then manages to land a blow to your jaw. You seethe from the pain. You spit out the mixture of blood and saliva filling your mouth. The anger at the hit drives you to rush at her. Seeing an opening, you duck down to her waist and stab her twice. As she falls to her knees, the look of determination doesn't leave her eyes until the very last moment.

When you turn around, Feyd-Rautha has already released the last concubine. The ruthless scream she lets out disorients you. She pounces and knocks you over. She straddles you and pins your arms to the ground, your blade sliding inches away. She screams again in your face at the death of her sisters. You wedge your right knee between you and her abdomen, the only thing keeping her teeth from reaching your throat. You grunt as you struggle to free your hands. In your periphery, you see Feyd-Rautha, wielding his own blade, take a step into the pit.

"GET BACK," you roar, and he is powerless to refuse.

You turn back to your opponent still on top of you and you butt her head with your own. She loosens her grip and you kick her off to hastily crawl to your weapon. When she reorients herself and attempts to grab you again, you hook a knee under her arm and flip the both of you over. With your weight on her chest and both your knees pinning her arms down, she thrashes underneath you, claws digging into your right ankle. You take your blade in both hands and her screaming is silenced when you sink your knife deep into her heart.

When you rise, the room is quiet. Your chest heaves. The stark white ceiling lights don't help the lightheadedness that begins to wash over you in the post-adrenaline rush. Feyd-Rautha says something from behind you but his speech is garbled as you reel from the thrill of what just transpired. You were electrified. You almost... wanted more.

Then, the realization of the revolting scene you are in settles upon you and you are knocked off your high. You look at the leather-clad bodies scattered around you, the grotesque way they lay on the floor, the red blood pooling around them made brighter by the sterile grayness of the room. You did this.

A hand on your shoulder snaps you out of it. In reflex, you turn and raise your blade at the offender.

Feyd-Rautha holds his hands up, "Whoa, easy, Atreides. Trying to kill me? Don't want to start a war, do you?"

You yield your weapon. Your eyes dodge his as you look to your feet and try to steady your breathing.

"Enjoy your first taste of blood?" Feyd-Rautha says, the look in his eyes indecipherable to you. He raises a hand and swipes his thumb on your cheek. It comes away covered in crimson.

You gasp and reach for your face with your own hand. You don't even know if it's your blood or theirs, or when it got on you. Your heart pounded, unable to decide whether you were repulsed or proud.

"Look at you," he says licking the red off his finger. You could not help but stare at him through the strands of your hair that had come undone in the fighting. "You're beautiful like this," his hand reaches for your face again.

"No," you say low and quiet when you swat his hand away, "you're sick." You didn't know if you meant him or yourself. You calmly turn to leave. No one stops you when you make your way up the shallow steps of the pit. As you pass Iassa—no, Zora—by the doorway, you tell her flatly, "Prepare a bath."

You had never taken a life before. Today, you took three. You were glad you didn't know their names. You decided you'd never find out.

After Zora pours a final pitcher of hot water into the bath, you tell her, "You may go. I'll dress myself later, thank you."

She bows and makes her way out of your rooms.

In your solitude, you bring your knees to your chest. You had been quick to wipe the blood off your cheek before you even reached your quarters. Now, you cup the water into your hands and rub it into your face, the slight sting of the heat comforting you.

He was a cruel man, your betrothed. This is what you've decided. Having you kill the concubines he claimed to want to keep so much. But wasn't it you who threatened to kill them? He started it, you argue with yourself, when he had Iassa killed. You felt like a child.

When you used to hear of Feyd-Rautha's exploits, you had to mask your disgust. And yet now, you had killed so easily in that pit as he had in the arena. What was this place doing to you?

When you left Caladan, Paul had never killed anyone either. You wonder if he ever does, would he feel the same exhilaration you did when you slit that first concubine's throat. No. Your brother was fierce but, like your father, he had a good heart. You beat him by three. You hoped it would stay that way.

You think about your future here, marrying Feyd-Rautha. Producing heir after heir under the Baron's watchful eye. You were a broodmare. Despite all your fancy training and education. Despite your little demonstration earlier. It was the bitter truth.

You missed home. You missed walking along the beach at night with your father. You missed your mother's gentle hands brushing your hair. You missed the banter and teasing with your brother. You missed Gurney, and Duncan, and the cold breeze on your balcony, and getting to roam free and going anywhere you pleased. When the tears come, you sink deep into the bath so they might fade away in the water.

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

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bedsyandco · 10 months

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5 times Quinn wanted to kiss you + 1 time he finally did

note: this has been in the drafts a while...thought it's time to make it's debut... tried something a little different...this is a bit of a friends to lovers. I hope you love it <3

✮1

You make your way through the crowd to get to the table at the back of the bar, where a few familiar faces already spotted you.

"Look who's here! Nice of you to finally join us," Brock says as you hop onto a barstool next to Quinn.

"Hey, stranger," Quinn says softly and knocks his shoulder into yours.

"Guys, I saw you like two weeks ago. Sorry, I have a life," you say teasingly.

"Watching friends, eating Chinese food, and going to bed by 10 PM is not having a life." Brock says, and Quinn laughs at your offended expression.

"It does when you work the hours I do, thank you very much. I'm getting a drink. Do you guys want anything?" You ask and make your way to the bar.

When you get back, Elias is sitting in your seat. Noticing there's no more chairs open, Quinn goes to offer you his, but you stop him.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," you say, and Quinn pulls you to stand in between his legs. Your back leaning against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist, and he hooks two thumbs in your front belt loops, keeping you close.

Throughout the night, you can feel Quinn's breathing on your neck or his head on your shoulder while he talks or listens to one of the guys.

When Brock went to the bar to get a refill on your drinks and Elias went to the bathroom, you and Quinn were left alone at the table.

You turn around in his arms, looking up at him.

"Now is your chance to steal your seat back," Quinn jokes.

"I'm pretty comfy right here, actually," you say, and Quinn smiles softly.

In that moment...

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮2

You jump in surprise as someone knocks on your door. You weren't expecting anybody...least of all the man you found standing at your door.

"Quinn...what are you doing here?" You ask, opening the door wider to let him in.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, and I know you work late tomorrow, and we're leaving on another roadie...I didn't wanna go another week without seeing you," he says and you smile.

"Wanna watch a movie with me?" You ask and he nods, both of you making your way to the couch.

Halfway through the movie, you're cuddled into Quinns side, both of your eyes on the screen.

Quinn feels your eyes on him and looks down to meet them.

"What?" he asks softly

"You played really well tonight..." you say

"You watched?" Quinn asks surpirsed

"Yeah... I always watch. How do you think I know when to tell you congratulations..." You respond.

"I thought you just looked the score up after the game, to be honest," Quinn says

"I like watching you play," you say and Quinn smiles down at you...

In that moment...

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮3

"This is not a good idea," You say shakily as Quinn ties your skates.

"You're gonna be fine... don't be so dramatic. I'll be there the whole time," Quinn says and holds his hand out to lead you onto the ice.

You wobble a bit and grab onto Quinn, looking at him with nothing but fear in your eyes and he bursts out laughing.

"You should see your face right now," Quinn says amused.

"I'm glad you find this amusing," you snap.

"You've lived in Vancouver your whole life. How can you not skate?" he asks

"Contrary to popular belief not all Canadians come out of the womb knowing how to skate. Besides the one time I tried, I fell and broke my wrist and had no intention of ever trying again."

"Just keep your hips straight and push out with one foot and then the other," Quinn says.

You concentrate so much on doing what he says you don't realize he's let your hands go and you're skating on your own.

The moment you do realize, instant panic takes over, and your legs start to go separate ways.

Quinn tries to pull you up, but he's laughing so much, he isn't much help.

"Quinn, help me up." you say, standing in a half split and clinging to Quinn's waist, voice filled with laughter, and Quinn just laughs more.

With him laughing and you clinging to him, neither of you is very stable, and both of you end up on the floor, you on top of Quinn, who was still laughing.

"You did it though, for a second" he says and you scoff

"Can you buy me ice cream now?" you ask pouting

"Yeah, you deserve it." he says and looks up at you. Cheeks flushed because of the cold, a cute little beanie on your head.

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮4

You take another deep breath, and another practice swing, before finally pulling back and hitting the ball.

It goes really far, just not in the right direction...

"Quinn! Did you see that?!" you ask excitedly, and Jack has to turn around to hide his laugh, and Luke rubs a hand over his face to hide his smirk.

"I did see...it was...very far," he says, and you swing your stick, making Jack duck and head for the golf cart.

"Man... she's so smart, but she can not play golf to save her life," Jack says, and Quinn swats at him.

"It's her first time asshole. She's doing great," Quinn says and walks towards you.

"Love really does make you blind." Jack says, and him and Luke laugh all the way to the golf cart.

"You know as much fun as this has been, I don't think I'll be doing this again any time soon," you say and Quinn frowns...

"What? Why?" he asks

"The first couple were fun, you know, but then it just gets really boring and really hot. I was really hoping one of you would've told me to stay in the cart by now," you say and Jack's mouth drops open.

"Were you bad on purpose?" Jack asks

"I'm not good by any standard but those last couple was just to fuck with you a little bit. Props for trying to hide your reactions, but you're a horrible actor Jacky, you're gonna have to do better than that when I give you your Christmas present."

Jack and Luke laugh, and Quinn smiles as you hand them the sunscreen and tell them to put some on.

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮5

You and Quinn were swaying to the music, smiles on your faces, observing Emma and Brady.

"They look so happy," you say

"They really do. You look beautiful," he says, and you blush.

"Thanks, so do you."

"You ever think about it... getting married?" Quinn suddenly asks. "Just in general...someday."

"If the right person asks... yeah," you say.

"Wanna marry me if we're still 30 and single?" Quinn jokes

"There's no way you'll still be single at 30 Quinn, but if that's the case, then yes. I would be honored." You say, and Quinn smiles as the song comes to an end.

Suddenly, Taryn is there dragging you to the side of the room where the bouquet toss was happening, and you smile apologetically at Quinn.

You stood at the back, trying to stay out of people's way. You weren't really trying to catch it. But three seconds later, you stood with the bouquet in your hands, awkwardly looking around the room until your eyes met Quinn's. He smiled as you thrust the bouquet into Taryn's hands and scurried your way over to him, hiding in his chest.

he really wanted to kiss you.

✮+1

You and Quinn were snuggled up at the end of the boat... watching Jack wake board with the sunset behind him.

"I love having you here," Quinn says rubbing patterns on your legs softly

"I love being here..." you reply.

"Think you wanna come back next summer?" Quinn asks, and you turn to look at him.

"I don't know... think I need some convincing," you whisper and move your face closer to his.

Quinn gently cups your face and presses his lips to yours. You soak up the moment for a while before it's interrupted by Jack and Luke's yelling, which results in Jack being horribly distracted and falling into the water.

"I've been wanting to do that a long time..." Quinn admits

"So have I," you say and kiss him again.

he finally kissed you.

took him long enough tbh

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wolfytoothy · 7 months

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Over worked

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It was late at night and you had just got done with your homework. You took a nice hot shower, brushed your teeth, did your whole night routine and just got in bed. You laid on the soft sheets beneath you and turned on your Tv, Pulling up one piece immediately. You had a really rough day, matter fact ,a rough week. You had 3 jobs and on top of that kinda sorta a vigilante. had just gotten back home like an hour ago.

Thank god it was a friday now though. You layed in bed watching Beauty and the beast. You were about to fall asleep till you were brought back from reality by a hard knock at your window. You instantly knew it was Miles. He seemed to not know how to use a damn door but anyways.

You rolled out of bed and opened the window. “What do you want, Morales.” you said trying to rub the tired out of your eyes. Miles climbed through the window looking somewhat pissed off. “What you mean, ‘what I’m doing’, I’m making sure you ight’ “ he said, embracing you into a hug. You wrapped his arms around his neck and answered halfway awake. “Why wouldn't I be okay” you asked in a miles shirt.

You took a deep breath into his shirt and let his cologne intoxicate your nostrils. You loved his smell. “Because no one has even seen you, has got in contact with you all week, and if they have, they all said you were being rude to em.”Miles said. “What were you doing?” he asked, pulling away from you and taking a good look at the bags under your eyes and the tired smile you gave him. "And whens the last time you slept ma"

It took you a while to process all of that. Your eyes tried to flutter open but you miserably failed. Your heavy eyelids drooped, compelling you from looking at anything. Use the rest of your energy to answer. You swayed back and forth slightly only miles keeping you on your feet. “I um, on monday I had… um, test. Yea test all day. The next day and from the week forward, I had to do my drivers test, then get groceries for the dorm, had to do drill practice for the parade… then… then… shit uhhh. Oh yea um, I had to do more practice ... .but that was the major shi. Then….” you trailed off as you shacked you head trying to think.

Miles insisted your answer. He took note of your state and felt a little bad. "It's okay, you don't gotta tell me every thing, i can see your struggling" he reassured. "No,no,no. I'll be telling you. But today woke up at 4 in the morning to collect my jlc suit, then had to fix my mask. Then your mask. Then when it was time for school, did all that, then did drill and raider practice came home, had to by Christmas decorations and Halloween decorations, then me and my parents when to look for cars for me. We're going back tomorrow, you know i might get a motorcycle or a car, maybe both, and went on patrol catched a guy gave him to kingpin and yeaaa, did all that in once dayyy. So proud. Oh and the last time I slept was on Tuesday" you said

"Its friday!"

"Exactly.There's more but…"you trailed off again, try to gather more energy. "And I made $55,227 this week." You smiled.

You felt like you looked normal but really from miles pointed of view you looked like you just got done smoking crack, had 5 shots of rum, and just got hit by a bus. Your room was a mess and there were papers everywhere. Even your suit was out in the open.You only had your shorts on with a blue tank top. You still had your necklace on and all your jewelry. Witch miles knew you always take off. Miles took a good look at you room then back at you.

You stoped swaying for a second then he took the opportunity to cup your face. He let his thumbs lightly gaze over your eye bags. "You work to hard mami" Miles said. You nodded and put your head against his chest. "And I got shit to do tomorrow", "Okay you know what" miles started and picked you up. He layed you down on the bed and took your necklace off, including all of your jewelry. He placed them on the little night stand next to your bed.

He then proceeded to clean your whole room. Organized it as well. Hid all your gear, and even washed some of your clothes. You woke up 3 hours later feeling so far well rested. Miles caught this and threw a pillow on the bed. "What's your schedule mami" Miles asked sitting on the edge of the bed

"I got to finish fixing my helmet," you started.

"I already did,what else",

"Got a doctor's appointment at 7, then I gotta go look for my new car with my parents",

"they got a busy schedule as well?",

"yea",

"Okay, I'll be going with you, what else",

"I hot to go into work",

"which on?",

" the tattoo artist Job",

"call in sick. What else",

"gotta do more shopping but for the house, then go on patrol then baby sit my baby cousin for the rest of my day" you finished.

"I'll be with you all day. Now go back to sleep. Love you" miles said kissing you on the forehead.

"Love you to papa"

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #E.42 Miles morales #earth 42 miles #Vigilante reader

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luveline · 1 year

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For zombieau requests, before r and steve make it to the college, the story of their first kiss?

thank you for your request <3 first kisses are confusing. fem!reader 2k

The beam of your flashlight is weak and stuttering. Steve has somehow managed to fix it for you yet again, but he's no miracle worker. Or, that's what he'd said.

It feels rather miraculous to you. Nearly everything he does delights you these days, even his chastening snips.

"You'll run down the battery."

You look at him through the beam. He's wearing a simple short sleeved t-shirt, much more skin than you're used to seeing on display. His muscles shift under skin as he pulls back his hair.

You let the encyclopaedia you'd been reading shut with a soft thud. "Did you know that our solar system orbits the centre of the milky way galaxy? We're spinning double."

"That sounds sickly."

You smile at him and put the book back in your bag.

You ruffle through your things to get ready to sleep and sigh, irked. "Have you seen my– uh, my leather thingy? The square?"

He sits up. His movements are distinguished in the quiet, the cotton of his clothes shushing against hardwood floor. Steve knows exactly where the leather square is, fingers slipping inside the pocket of your bag to procure the small zip lock bag you keep it in.

You grind your teeth in your sleep sometimes, anxiety-driven, and this is the most sanitary solution Steve had been able to think of.

"You need painkillers?" he asks, offering you the ziplock back.

"No, not really. Just worried, I guess." You get killer toothache from the teeth grinding, all tenderness. Some days you haven't been able to eat, which is never good in these conditions. "I don't want you to have to pull my tooth one day. That would suck for both of us."

He claps your wrist loosely, a quick and fond squeeze that genuinely makes your night. Every time he touches you is better than the last. Sometimes, you sit next to him, and you want him to hold your hand so badly it's like you can feel his fingers between yours.

"If something like that needed to happen, we'd take care of it."

It's a nice sentiment. In reality, an at-home tooth removal would probably traumatise you, or kill you via infection.

"Well," you say, softened by his closeness, "lucky you, it's fine. It aches a little, but it's not hurting."

He reaches into your lap, which is an entire thing, your stomach twists and your eyes widen. The heat of his hand ghosts your thigh as he clicks off the torch.

You don't put the leather square in your mouth yet. You reach out for his side and use him to navigate the dark, lying down on the blanket beside him, hip to hip. Talking to him in the dark is your favourite part of the day.

You take your hand back and drape it over your own stomach. It isn't long before Steve's hand is on your hip, not flat or caressing, just there, like it fell there incidentally.

"What are we gonna do tomorrow?" he asks.

You feel your eyebrows jump. "I don't know. Same as we always do."

"If you… wanted to stop, we could stop. We don't have to keep going."

He sounds tentative, like he's worried about your answer.

"I would never ask you to stop looking for your friends," you say, trying to work out his angle.

"I'm not saying stop forever. I just figure we don't need to always be moving. Not when you're…" His teeth click together as he shuts his mouth.

You turn your head to his face though you can't see him in the dark, not one detail. You're in a small house in the middle of nowhere and the isolation hasn't felt as startling as it does now.

"When I'm what?"

"I'm putting you through the wringer."

You understand what he means. You're not the kind of girl meant for this life, and it could never be his fault, but you're constantly on the road even when there's food for weeks and shelter. He wants to find people, you would never stop him. You're sick often, injured when you're not.

"I…" You swallow. "I didn't realise I got to call the shots."

"You do. If you want to stop, we'll stop. We can stay here for a week or two, we have the food for it."

You're scared of going too far with Steve. While you know he cares about you indisputably, you're afraid —petrified— of his rejection. No matter how sure you are that he likes you, that he wants you, it isn't worth messing up what you have with the wrong assumption. But if you want to stop? That feels like a confession, at least in part.

"It never mattered to you before," you say.

True and not true.

"I know," he murmurs, and you swear he's looking at you too, "I made you follow me around. But I've always taken care of you, haven't I?"

"You have."

"And I always will."

Yeah, when you'd first met, alone and unhappy, he'd let you tag along with him out of duty and nothing else. If you hadn't saved his life, he probably never would have agreed to take you with him, because he has a fierce loyalty to the people he loves. If you got in the way of his finding Robin, there was a time when he would have left you behind.

That time period was remarkably short, to his credit. He warmed to you reluctantly and then less so. And now he touches you all the time, your face and your neck and your hips. He zips up your coat for you because the cold makes your fingers shake, and he lets you sleep in the dip of his lap with your arms around his back, and he says nice things when you're not expecting them. When you lost weight at the beginning, he was concerned, and when you said you had it to lose, he was disbelieving. He keeps the good shampoo for you. He smiles when you talk, now. All these flags.

His hand opens against your hip. You feel it unfurl, and the gentle thrust of him offering it to you.

Steve works your hands together. Just like that. One of those perfect wood joints where the seams disappear, two hands linked together tightly, like they were made to hold one another.

"Does the leather really help?" he asks.

"I think so," you say, wanting more than anything to rest your face against his naked bicep.

"Maybe you have a locked jaw, or something."

"Maybe I do. Know any chiropractors?"

"No," he says, tip of his thumb roving over the meat of yours, like he's marking down the lines of your skin. "I could try it."

You laugh nervously. "I'm alright."

"You don't think I could fix it?"

"Not really, Steve."

"That's offensive."

"Letting you mess up my jaw rather than offend you, though?" you tease.

"Is it bad right now?"

You make a curious sound as he sits up. "No, I already told you, it's fine." You feel rather than see him looking down at you. When his free hand touches your shoulder, you breathe out. "Steve?"

"It's not gonna hurt if I try to kiss you?"

You still under his soothing hand. His fingers brush up the length of your neck.

"No, it won't hurt," you choke out.

He leans down slowly, his hair tickling your forehead, the heat of his breath fanning over your lips and chin like a wave.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You don't even think he's flirting.

"It won't hurt," you say. "Please."

He slips his fingers under your head and encourages you up toward him just a little. You close your eyes despite the pitch dark as he closes the gap, your breath shuddering against his lips as they find yours. He kisses you once and indulgently, a soft and searching thing, the pad of his thumb rubbing a trembling arc under your jaw.

You're still holding hands. Your fingers flex in his and reaffirm, worried he's going to pull away, that this moment will end too soon.

He cushions your head with his hand and kisses deeper. At this angle you have to twist yourself to meet him, and you're quick to do so, kissing back with a shy ardency — you want to kiss him more than anything but you don't have a clue what you're doing.

Like he can tell, he slows, and the tips of your noses touch as he pulls, nudging your nose until you lift your chin.

"Just–" His thumb strokes your throat again, saying more than he does physically. "Just kiss me," he encourages gently.

You nod and almost bite him as he moves in again, too enthusiastic, maybe, your eager hand in his hair and your fizzing lips under his enough to make him smile.

He's soft. He's warm. Your heart spins, hurtles. The earth orbits the sun, and the sun, the whole solar system, orbits the centre of the milky way galaxy at almost a million kilometres an hour. Steve's weight against your chest and his fond kisses: you swear you can feel it, you can feel the orbit, the spinning. You're dizzy with it.

A sound disturbs the peace, ripping all the sweetness from the air in a millisecond.

Steve flinches up, hand cradling the back of your head. He pulls the other free from your panicked fingers and grabs your shoulder like it might protect you from whatever it is that's coming.

A silence ensues, the two of you waiting for another sound.

"Probably an animal," he says.

"Yeah," you say, heart racing.

"It's late. You should try and get some sleep."

You nod though he can't see it, heartbroken as he takes back his hands, as he settles again in the place where he'd been. Your hand feels strange without his fingers filling the empty spaces.

"Don't forget your mouth guard," he whispers.

You search the floor beside your impromptu bed for the ziplock bag, find it, and peel it open. You slot the leather between your bad teeth at the back and sigh, disappointed and exhausted and, somewhere underneath it all, excited.

"Steve," you mumble, disrupting the stifling awkwardness between you, "I want to keep going." What was it he'd said? He always takes care of you? "You know I'll follow you anywhere."

"I know. I want you to have the choice."

You do as he'd done, your open hand an offering over his hip. He draws lines in your palm with two fingertips before weaving his fingers through yours. You tighten your grip.

If it's a choice, you’ll choose Steve.

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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themultifandomgal · 8 months

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Kelly Severide- A New Baby Pt1

I never thought I'd get married and have kids. I just didn't think that I would ever find a man I'd consider having that kind of life with, but when Kelly Severide stepped into my life everything change. We didn't meet in the best of way. He's a fireman and I'm a police dog handler. There had been a bombing and they asked me to send my search and rescue dogs in. I fell for the guy there and then.

5 years on and we are married and have a beautiful daughter who's just turned 3 named Harper.

Today I woke up feeling off. Headache and nausea on and off. I have today off from work which is fantastic, but also my daughter is here and as much as I love her she can be an absolute nightmare

"Harper can you pick your toys up please"

"No thank you mommy" at least she's using her manners right?

"Harper. Daddy won't be happy when he comes home"

"Daddy loves me so he won't shout" Harper shrugs and she's right. She's a daddy's girl and she has him wrapped round her little finger. I'm always the bad guy and that's fine this is our dynamic, but sometimes it would be good to get a little help off him

"Right come on pick the toys up before someone hurts themselves"

"But I'm playing with them mommy"

"Harper I'm not feeling very well so please pick up your toys. I'll help, but your not getting anything else out until these toys are put away"

"Fine" Harper shouts and I rub my head as a headache begins again.

Once all the toys have been picked up I sit down on the couch and close my eyes for a moment

"Mommy?"

"Yes princess?" I open one eye to look at her

"When's dinner?"

"When daddy gets home"

"When's that?"

"Soon" I reply "I'm going to take a nap. You know the rules"

"Don't unlock the door and daddy has a key to get in. Can I play upstairs?"

"Yes, but don't run"

Before I know it I'm being woken up by Kelly's voice and touch. I open my eyes and see Kelly smiling at me

"When did you get home?" I yawn

"Just. How long have you been asleep?"

"Not long" I reply glancing at the clock "how was work today?"

"The usual, how was Harper?"

"Giving me hell"

"You made any supper?"

"No not yet" I shake my head

"I'll order us some food instead. What do you fancy?"

"To be honest Kel, I don't feel to good. Think I might be coming down with something. Just order yourself and Harper something"

"You need to eat. Even if it's just some rice or something"

"Ok" I give in to Kelly.

Once our food has arrived we all sat down together. I take small bites of food and small sips of water

"So Harper. Have you been a good girl for mommy today?" Kelly asks. Harper lowers her head a little

"I wasn't naughty and mommy has been lazy today"

"Mommy said she isn't feeling very well so you need to be a big girl and help her"

"But..."

"No buts. Now eat your food and then it's bath then bed time"

"Fine" Harper pouts and takes her time eating her tea trying to make her bedtime later.

Once the Harper is in bed me and Kelly curl up on the sofa together watching TV. I swallow feeling more and more nauseous until I can't keep it down any more and the urge to throw up over comes me. I jump off the couch and run to the downstairs bathroom, Kelly following behind me.

Once I finish throwing up Kel and I head upstairs to bed

"You feeling any better?" Kelly asks as I change into one of his shirts

"Yeah. The nauseas gone now. Im just super tired. I've had a headache all day so its probably that that's made me sick"

"Maybe your pregnant" Kelly says. I roll my eyes at him

"I'm not pregnant"

"Are you sure because we're not very carful" Kelly states and to be fair he's got a point "you've been tired all week. We said if you were to get pregnant we'd be happy"

"Of course I would be, but had my period 2 weeks ago"

"Could be 2 weeks pregnant"

"Kel I'm not pregnant" I sigh getting into bed

"This is exactly what you were like with Harper"

"If it makes you feel any better I'll take a test tomorrow"

"Ok" Kelly kisses the top of my head and then wraps his arm around my waist and we both fall asleep.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x wife #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide x yn#kelly severide #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire

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ampresandian · 2 months

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I know Rick is like master of creating and ignoring plot holes but like I had serious questions about the botl timeline so I sat down and tried to map it out:

Percy's orientation is on "Monday morning, the first week of June." This is the day he arrives at camp, and the day of Grover's hearing where the council gives him one more week to find Pan. This is probably also the longest day ever??? Percy goes to orientation, takes a taxi to camp, and then the council meeting, cabin inspection, the forges, canoeing, and sword practice all before dinner? I've worked at summer camp that's insane. That night, he gets his first IM about Nico.

Day 2, they have the conversation about the labyrinth, Percy goes to see Blackjack, and they have the war game where Percy and Annabeth find the labyrinth entrance.

Chiron sends them to get sleep. In the morning, they discuss the quest and Annabeth gets her prophecy. They agree to enter the labyrinth tomorrow. Percy gets his second Nico IM that night.

Day 4 they enter the labyrinth. This is at least 3 days into Grover's week already, depending on when the council chooses to start counting from.

At the ranch, Grover sees on TV that "It's June thirteenth. Seven days since we left camp." (This is ten days since the first day of the book, so it must have started on the third of June.) They then go to see Hephaestus and get sent to Mount St Helens, splitting up on the way but still traveling through the labyrinth (so while they feel like it's only a few hours, it's probably closer to a full day).

Percy blows up Mount St Helens and lands himself on Calypso's island, where he stays to recover until Hephaestus comes to visit. He then sails back to camp.

Walking into his funeral, Percy has been gone for "two weeks," which isn't necessarily an exact time but since that's what we're given we'll assume another 14 days, so my guess would be that it's around June 28th now?

They spend that day on camp, and leave for NYC in the morning (June 29th) to get Rachel, stopping to talk to Percy's mom on the way. They reenter the labyrinth, and enter Antaeus' gladiator arena, where they are briefly held up before escaping and making camp for the night.

In the morning, they make it to Deadalus's workshop, where they fight and escape into Colorado Springs. They reenter the labyrinth, stop by San Francisco to see Kronos take over Luke's body, and then go find Grover and Tyson to witness Pan's death in Carlsbad Caverns. They make it back to New York and Blackjack & co pick them up to take them back to camp. Immediately, the Battle of the Labyrinth occurs. Grover lets out the call of panic and Daedalus dies. That night, they hold the funeral for those lost in the battle.

The next day, the council meets to hear Grover's story. Briares leaves for the cyclopes forges, and Nico leaves camp too.

My best guess would be that time moves about twice as fast in the labyrinth, but there's a lot that goes on when they're back in with Rachel--I feel like between Deadalus's workshop and getting back to camp it should be at least a full day? So anyway my guess is that the actual Battle of the Labyrinth happens on like July 1st?

Which I guess fits with "July passed, with fireworks on the beach on the Fourth." But that's like two-three days later, so it seems very very fast to me that they would be prepared with celebratory fireworks? I don't know. But also (again, I've worked at a summer camp) sometimes camp is just like that, and chaos happens and you have to keep going and trying to keep it normal for the campers.

Anyway so technically it works but like it feels awkward to me.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #battle of the labyrinth #percy series #annabeth chase #tyson #grover underwood #nico di angelo #percy jackson timeline #rick riordan #&thoughts #summer camp

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strawbabys-blog · 8 months

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hi!! Ii have a one-shot request:3,

Sirius as little (regresses to 2yrs) and Remus as his cg

Remus comforting sirius and giving him cuddles and lots of good old CG soft words after sirius gets a mean letter from walbruger

Hiiii!!! I love this request omg!! Sorry for the long wait, I've been offline for a while but I'm trying to catch up with all my requests <33

I've got you

The Marauders and their friends had taken over the common room after a pretty good day of school. It was a Monday and it had gone as well as possible for the first day of the week. James was sat in an armchair with Peter and Lily at his feet by the coffee table, Peter was desperately trying to finish some potions homework due for the morning and Lily was coaching him through it. Marlene was sat on the armchair opposite them being as unhelpful as humanly possible, pinging hairbands and balls of paper at them, distracting Peter. Mary was sat on the floor between her legs, half her hair in a french braid, Marlene was doing them for her. Sirius and Remus took up the main sofa, with Remus sat cross legged on one end and Sirius sprawled across the other, one leg hooked over the back of the headrest and his head in Remus's lap.

"Marls, I swear to Merlin," Lily says as Marlene nails Peter in the head with another hair tie. She smiles innocently, making James laugh. Lily shoots him a glare.

"Pete, mate, you've got no chance getting that done by tomorrow," Sirius says, laughing. Peter groans and Lily reaches over to swat Sirius across the head.

"Shut up Sirius," she snaps, "You're fine Pete, just the conclusion to do now,"

"Yeah, you've got this," Remus affirms, earning an eye roll from Sirius.

There's a tapping at the window and they all look up to see an owl there, a letter clutched in its beak. James gets up, taking a handful of nuts from the table with him. He takes the letter and feeds the bird as a thank you while inspecting the front of the letter. They all watch at James's face turns to a frown, a worry line forming on his forehead.

"It's for you, Pads," James says, sounding almost apologetic as he tosses the letter to the other boy, giving the owl a final head scratch before letting it set off and closing the window.

"Oh," Sirius says, sitting up and grabbing it, his face blanching a little as he turns the letter over in his hands. He looks up to Remus, fear and worry apparent on his face. Remus puts a comforting hand on his leg.

"I've got you, don't worry," he mutters. Everyone in the room tenses up as Sirius starts opening the letter, the relaxed and playful mood from earlier gone.

Sirius angles the letter away from Remus as he reads. There's a horrible silence as they all wait for him to finish and then suddenly, he let's out a small sob. He stands up, quickly wiping his eyes and sniffling before rushing to the fire and chucking the letter straight in. He watches it for a while, making sure it's all gone. He turns back to face his friends, eyes watering and bottom lip trembling, before stumbling over to the sofa and folding himself into Remus's lap, tucking his face into the taller boys neck and crying quietly.

Instantly, Remus wraps him up in his arms, one hand coming to rest on the back of his head while the other strokes his back. He rocks the smaller boy gently, shushing him, his caregiver instincts taking over.

"I've got you baby, you're here with me, yeah? And Jamie and Lily, and Pete, and Marls, and Mary. We're all here for you love," He murmurs, feeling Sirius's soft gasps against his neck. He keeps it up until the boys cries slow to a soft sniffling.

"M'sorry," comes a whisper from the crook of Remus's neck.

"Oh, baby, no," he sits back a little, holding the sides of Sirius's face, wiping his tears with his thumb and pressing a kiss to his forehead, "you have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing, okay?"

"Bu- but, Pete work! An.. an, people happy but not no more," he babbles, clearly upset that he'd disrupted the evening. Remus shushes him again, his thumb moving to run over Sirius's bottom lip that was sticking out in a pout.

"Hey, they're all good, okay love? Aren't you guys?" He turns Sirius around in his lap so that he's facing their friends, they all smile big and nod.

"Of course honey, look, we're all fine!" Lily says, reaching over, this time to grab his hand and give it a comforting squeeze. Mary crawls over, sitting by Remus's feet and rubbing Sirius's knee.

"We just want to make sure that our favourite little guy is okay," she says, going to tickle his stomach. The boy giggles through his tears and turns around to give Remus a watery smile.

"All okay," he confirms, his voice cracking a little. He seems to relax then, leaning back into Remus and snuggling into his lap, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Oh I think someone is sleepy," James chimes in from his chair. Sirius whines and nods a little.

"Do you wanna go up to bed baby?" Remus asks.

"Dada come?" He asks.

"Of course love, I'm not leaving you,"

"Mhm, bedtime," Remus laughs at the tired boys words, he was clearly exhausted and Sirius had always loved his sleep, even more so when he's little.

"Moony, u need help getting him up there?" James asks. Remus nods, as much as he'd like to carry his baby to bed, his hip has been hurting more than usual with the upcoming full moon and he knew that James was more than capable of helping.

"Baby, Jamie is gonna carry you up to bed, is that okay?" Remus asks. Sirius nods, holding his arms out for James who scoops him up and places him on his hip. The three of them walk to the dorm and James deposits the sleepy boy on Remus's bed.

"You got it from here?" James asks.

"Yeah, I'll come get you if I need you," Remus says, watching as James leaves before turning back to his baby.

"Dada," Sirius whines, holding his arms out for the taller boy. Remus sits on the bed and pulls Sirius into a hug.

"Let's get you changed, yeah? Get some comfy pajamas on?" Remus asks, pulling away. Sirius nods. Remus gets up, quickly finding some of Sirius's pajamas and helping his baby get changed before changing into some of his own.

"Cuddles," Sirius whines, laying down and pouting at Remus.

"I'm coming baby," Remus says, climbing under the covers and pulling Sirius close to his chest.

"Night night, love you," Sirius murmurs, cuddling into Remus's chest. Remus sighs happily.

"Love you too sweetheart, sleep well,"

For a moment, there's silence, Remus listens for the sound of Sirius's breath evening out. But instead of slowing down and relaxing, he feels wetness on his chest and soft huffs against his skin. Sirius was crying.

"Oh baby, Pads, what's wrong?" Remus asks, shuffling away a little so he can look down at the boy.

"Mean letter," he says, sounding absolutely heartbroken.

"Oh my poor little boy, I've got you," Remus pulls him close again, "nothing that letter said is true okay? Nothing she says to you is right. You are amazing baby. You are sweet and kind and so so good, I love you all the world and you deserve it," Sirius's cries get more intense, his sobs wracking through his body.

"Reggie!! Want Reggie," he wails, his voice cracking as he grabs onto Remus's shirt for dear life. Remus's heart breaks for the boy, he wishes he could get Regulus, the brothers had been working on their relationship recently, even to the point that Regulus came to find Sirius after a nightmare to sleep with him a few days prior, but Regulus didn't know about Sirius's regression and Remus wanted Sirius to have that conversation and make the decision to tell him once he has a clearer head.

"Oh I'm so sorry, you poor love. How about we go see Reggie in the morning, hm? When it's lighter and you feel a little better?" Sirius cries harder.

"She's still got him! She's still got reggie! Gotta help him. Please, please, gotta help him," Sirius babbles, absolutely frantic, "need to help him, he's just little, just a baby, not a adult, gotta save him!" He sobs, his words hardly distinguishable through his huge gasps and shaky voice. Remus runs a hand through the other boy's hair, not fully knowing what to do at that moment. Sirius could get worked up about Regulus on a good day, let alone after being forced into such a vulnerable space because of his mother's letter. He decides on just comforting the boy until he falls asleep, then they can talk more in the morning.

"I know love, I know, we'll help Reggie, don't worry. We helped you didn't we? And you know Effie will be happy to have him, he'll be safe and sound. But baby, you aren't an adult either, and especially not right now, right now you're my little boy and I've got you. You don't have to worry about this until the morning, we'll go talk to Reggie and we can write to Effie to ask for help, hm? Reggie will be all safe. But right now what you need to do is get some sleep, okay love?" Remus says, running his hand up and down the other boy's back. He keeps up the comforting words until Sirius's cries slow down.

Sirius pulls away a bit, looking up at Remus and sniffling.

"Talk to Reggie tomorrow?" He asks, his voice sounding so so broken.

"Of course baby," Remus replies.

"And write Effie?" He asks.

"Mhm, we'll get him out of there," Remus says, hoping that Sirius will take that because he really doesn't know what he'll do if he keeps crying for his brother.

There's a long silence as Sirius mulls this over in his head, quiet tears still streaming from his eyes. Then he looks back up at Remus.

"Thank you, dada," he says, smiling wetly.

"No problem baby, I've got you," Remus replies.

Sirius moves forward to snuggle back up to the taller boys chest, Remus wraps his arms around him and smiles, relieved as he watches his eyes close.

"Goodnight love, get some sleep," he says. Sirius sighs contentedly.

"Night night," he murmurs, feeling happy and safe in the circle of Remus's arms.

#sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #agere blog #sfw little post #age regression #sfw agere blog #agere little #sfw little community #harry potter agere #marauders agere #little!regulus #cg!remus

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starstruck-cupid · 1 year

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The Sweater

Part 5 of Unnamed Charlie fic with a bit of spicy Kirby x fem!reader

(edit: name change. Formerly unnamed)

A/n: I have noticed a continuity error in my story. Scream 4 takes place in October. I thought it took place in September. I will be switching to autumn instead of spring from here on out. Also there is Kirby x reader x Charlie at the end of this. The next chapter will most likely be the last of this series. I might make it a little more Kirby x reader towards the end.

TW: mentions of murder, mentions of stalking, mentions of theft, sexual contact. I think that's it.

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The morning after the kiss was crazy. Olivia was dead. Murdered. People were saying it was brutal. There were plenty of rumors and claims about the killing, but none were confirmed. I think Sidney's publisher is dead too

It's been three days. I was more scared than ever. I haven't gotten any more texts but it seems like things keep disappearing. I don't know when or why these things are being taken.

Little things that shouldn't be missed, but things I noticed. I'm an organization mess. Everything is all over the place, but I know what goes where. I'm missing 2 more pairs of underwear, and some lewd Polaroids that I thought were well hidden.

Charlie and I still haven't talked about the kiss. I'm not sure if we ever will. We kissed once after. We've definitely been closer physically. I'm okay with it. I'm content.

I can't believe we still have school tomorrow. People are dying. Three students are dead. We should at least get a few days to mourn.

Charlie and I were supposed to hang out today. He texted me telling me he'd be here later, but I decided to just go to bed.

I can't help but feel anxious. More than usual. Something bad is going to happen. Ghostface is clearly back. I think my break-ins and missing things might be connected.

I'm laying in bed, stoned. Heater on,with multiple blankets piled over me, and a movie playing in the background. The cool autumn air breezing through my open window. I opted to give up keeping my window closed. It's been apparent that it's not working. I had my favorite candle lit. This was nice. I needed this.

I was in my favorite sweater, the one Charlie got me. He stole it yesterday, as he does sometimes, and now it smells like him.

I can feel myself drifting off. My eyes and mind go black

I hear the squeak of my window being closed. In my tired mind, I don't fully process the implications of that. Figuring it was Charlie, I go back to sleep.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes later when I was woken up to the feeling of fingers rubbing up and down my thighs. I freeze.

Soon I feel a full hand continuing the motion on the back of my thigh.

I feel someone climbing into the bed, up towards me. As they lay behind me, a scent fills my nose. Charlie.

I feel him kiss the back of my head and slip his hand up my sweater. He lays it on my bare stomach. His hand is cold compared to my stomach.

Moving back towards him, I bask in his warmth. His hand slips up to my clothed breast. My bra was unpadded and thin. I'm sure he could feel everything. He was gentle, though. Not attempting to do anything more than lay his hand there. It felt like he was trying to get a feel for my boundaries.

When it comes to Charlie, and what I'd let him do, there are no boundaries.

"Is this okay?" He asks, quietly, unsure if I'm asleep.

I tiredly mumble out an affirmation. We just lay there like that for awhile until we're both sleep.

Today is the first day that Charlie is still in bed with me in the morning. The sun is shining through the curtains. For a while we just lay there together, talking and listening to the random vinyl that he put on. Everything seems perfect right now.

Charlie told me about his, Robbie's, and Gale's agreement. I told him about how My dad said my mom had always been a fan of Gale. He offered to get something signed.

Finally we get up for school. Getting back to our usual routine after that break of not talking is so nice. I finally don't have to get my coffee alone every morning.

School was the same as everyday, surprising. We have "cinema club" today after school. I think the name is dumb but I'd never tell the boys that. Today we have Sidney and Gale visiting.

I can't lie. I wasn't listening at all. Until the stab-a-thon was mentioned. I had forgotten about that. I had to go. Going it's a requirement for being friends with Charlie. It seems that we're a bit more than friends now, so that's absolutely no way I can skip.

Charlie makes me come early to help set up. I don't really mind. It means I can start drinking early, and I get the best seat.

After a bit of the, people start screaming and running. Then I see Gale on the ground and Dewey shooting a masked Ghostface. Running to Gale, I begin to put pressure on the wound.i stay there until ems shows up.

Once I finally get back to my car, Charlie is already there.

"Kirby invited us to her house for an after party" he said, getting in the passenger side.

"You direct and dj, and I'll drive"

After a few minutes on the road, I finally decide to do something I should have done a while ago.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?" I see him turn to look at me from" the corner of my eye.

"I think Ghostface has been stalking me."

"Stop the car" his voice booming with demand.

I do. I pull over and put the car in park. I turn to him, the look on his face is hard to read.

"What makes you think that?"

I show him the texts, the video, and tell him the list of things that have gone missing from my room. Charlie insists that we should tell people when we get the house. I agree and get back on the road.

Once we're there, I feel calmer. I know these people. I feel safe with these people.

Jill and Kirby are sitting next to each other, Charlie is putting on Stab 7, despite mine and Jill's disagreement.

Charlie, Kirby, and I have a back and forth about what took place earlier.

I've always had positive feelings about Kirby, but I never realized she was this cool. The more I talk to her, the more I understand Charlie's crush. I'm sitting in the chair closest to her. As we continue the conversation, Kirby puts her hand on my upper thigh, pinky and ring finger slightly under my skirt.

Then Trevor walks in. I don't trust him. I don't think any of us do. Trevor mentions the unlocked door.

"I'm sorry. I was the last one in," I quickly shot out. Kirby gives me a reassuring smile.

Charlie gets up and Trevor sits in his seat

After a debate about how Trevor found out we were here. Jill goes to find her phone.

"So Charlie, Robbie. How does it feel to be accessories to a crime? I mean, really, Dewey's wife?" Trevor asks, arrogantly.

"My life is over" replies Robbie.

"So which one of you sent me a text from Jill's phone?" Trevor follows up.

(Sorry straight readers, I had to add some Kirby x reader)

After some discourse about the phone, Trevor leaves, leaving Kirby, Charlie, and I alone.

I had moved over to share the couch with Kirby and Charlie sat in my previous seat. Robbie leaves from the kitchen to the balcony.

Once he was gone, Kirby pulled me closer to her, inviting Charlie to sit on the other side of me. She turns to us, putting her hand on my thigh.

"So are you two together?" She asks. We look at each other unsure how to answer.

"So Charlie, you wouldn't mind if I did this? She asks, putting a hand on my cheek and pulling me to look at her. Not kissing close, but close enough to feel her breath on my lips. She proceeds to slid her hand up my thigh, pushing my skirt up slightly, until she was under it. Then she slid a finger under the waistband of my underwear and pulled, letting it snap against my skin. I unconsciously hiss as it hits me. Kirby pushed my chin to face my head towards Charlie. He looks flustered, a pink tint dusting his face. I can see a prominent bulge in his pants.

Trevor walks in, making us all pull apart in embarrassment.

After letting him know him upstairs, Trevor makes himself comfortable in the seat closest to us. Charlie hastily gets up and leaves.

After some discourse between Kirby and Trevor, he leaves to get Jill. Leaving me and Kirby alone. Kirby sends me an apologetic look while placing a hand back on my thigh and giving a reassuring squeeze. Then she kisses me. Lightly, but needy. When she pulls away she goes back to watching the movie like nothing ever happened.

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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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SOULMATES PART 2

Jake sully x NA'VI reader

SUMMARY; Y/n and Jake have had feelings for each other for a while. The only problem is that y/n's parents have forced her to be mated with Zo'at who was a great warrior. (Her parents are very close friends with Mo'at and Eytukan,(to make it clearer Mo'at is y/n's Aunt.)This is before the battle in the first film.

Part 3 is coming soon

Do not copy my work

It's been a few days since y/n and Jake have had their late nights together. Y/N still questioned what happened, why was their so many Atokerina's surrounding her?

"You are silent today" Neytiri observes, Mo'at was teaching the other healers.

"I was with Jake the other night. We were on a date and I went to break up with him." Neytiri gives me a sad look and places her hand on my shoulder for comfort.

"But some how Atokerina's surrounded us, I mean many of them did. What would that mean?" But before Neytiri could answer it was her Aunt.

"You're thinning the paste, it will be no use if you over mix it." I hadn't realized I was still mixing the paste as I give Mo'at a sheepish look as I felt my cheeks heat up as the other woman giggled.

Mo'at walked away as I dropped the tight woven bowl that was made out of vines.

"Do not listen to your parents, you must follow your heart. You deserve happiness, my sister." I smiled at Neytiri.

"What will I do without you?" Neytiri laughs lightly.

We both giggled. Lessons were over as I was riding my Ikran. I heard a whooshing sound and a cry of an Ikran behind me.

"Follow me." Jake took the lead as he took me to the opposite direction as we were heading towards the sacred tree.

The breeze blew against my face as I felt the mist come from the floating mountains.

I knew Jake was taking us to our spot, but I didn't realize that he was going to be taking me directly to the tree.

"Jake?" I called out to him, but he didn't respond. I sighed, I knew he was in his thoughts.

My heart still yearns for him, as I want him to be mine. But I knew that my family will do anything to get us to separate.

We were about to reach the ground as I hopped off my Ikran. She flew back as she went back towards the sky. Jake kneeled on the ground. His hair was different, his hair was in a ponytail as he had two pieces of braids framing his face.

I stood next to him, as I reached my hand to touch his strong bicep.

"Jake." I tried to turn him around to face me, only for him to start talking, still facing the tree.

"I'm one of the people now, or I will be soon. I want you to be my mate, I don't want you to be with Zo'at." I sighed, I squat down next to him as I leaned my cheek on his shoulder.

"I wish I could Jake. Trust me, I would choose you if I had a choice. My parents have me set with Zo'at, after the ceremony tomorrow." Jake takes a deep breath.

"You're making this hard, Jake." Jake shakes his head, his muscles flexing as he stands up.

I quickly move so that I did not fall.

"You're not thinking with your heart. You're doing this to please others." I let out a frustrated sound.

"I'll- I'll learn to love him." I saw Jake cringe when I said that.

He grabs onto my biceps with both hands. I stood still, not knowing what to do.

"Don't hurt yourself doing this." He leans his forehead against mine. I shake my head, resting my hands against his face.

"Eywa gave us a sign. We're meant to be, not you and Zo'at. I love you damn it! I never thought I'd love a woman like I'd love you." I bite my lip to keep it from trembling.

"Fuck!" I hissed, moving my head to bang lightly on his chest.

Jake gently rubs his rough thumbs against my cheeks as I started to silently cry.

"Hey." He whispered, trying to pry my face off of his chest. I hold him closer to me.

"I have to do this Jake. It has to be done." Jake was angry, angry at her for not listening to her heart.

"Baby c'mon." His voice cracked, she hated seeing him hurt. Worst of all, she hurted him.

"Eywa made a mistake. This, this is one of them." I quickly ran, Jake called after, but she was already on her ikran.

"I love her, please. Eywa, show her how much I love her. How much I need- no want her. My heart beats for her, Zo'at does not show affection. He does not care for her, he won't love her the way I would. And I will do my damn best to keep her happy." Jake stayed for a moment. The Atokerina's were back, Jake smiled as he looks up at the tree.

He will fight for her. He will do everything to find her.

#avatar #tumblr fyp #neytiri #jake sully #neytiri x platonic reader #james cameron #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #jake sully x reader #jake sully imagines #jake sully angst #jake sully avatar

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jjkeverlast · 1 year

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bloodline | jjk #2

-> pairing fuckboy!jk x fuckgirl!f.reader

-> genres/aus slow burn, friends with benefits au, smut, humor, angst and college au

-> summary a relationship was the last thing you wanted, but having wild and experimenting sex? now that was something, and jeon jungkook is there to give you simply that. as long as either catch feelings... but that won't be hard for you knowing you'd never go for a guy like jungkook, although jungkook might have another opinion about you. let the (fun) begin!

-> warnings secret piercings 👀, needy!jk, slightly sub!jk, oral (m. receiving), mentions about anal play such as rimjobs and a bit of angst in the end? (kinda but not really lol)

-> word count 2.3k

-> author's note hiiii!!!! here it is, ugh okay, i have A LOT planned for these two so do not worry if there's still a lot to unpack. we're slowly getting there with time ;)) if there's anything i forgot to add in warnings, please let me know!!! and sorry if there's a few mistakes around... it's currently 3 AM and i need to sleep lol.

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''Are you fucking kidding me?'' You whisper yell to Jeon Jungkook, standing in your doorway at way past midnight. He's trying to get on your bad side at this instant and it's working, you're absolutely furious over his surprise.

''Missed me?'' He'ssmirking and that's when you notice the shiny lip ring hanging in the corner of his lip.

Jungkook must've noticed your gaze directed to his lips rather than his eyes. ''Oh, yeah, shit. Um– got it a few days ago with Jimin.’’ He’s mumbling all sorts of nonsense, because your eyes haven’t moved from the shiny silver piercing and Jungkook can feel himself grow rather timid under your stare.

You push away the thought of Jungkook’s lip piercing and the curiosity regarding if you’d be able to feel it when he goes down on you. You’re still angry. Even though his eyes keep themselves fixated onto you, a devilish smirk about to appear in the corner of his lips, you’re angry, very fucking angry.

‘’What the fuck are you doing here?’’

‘’You owe me a blowjob, remember?’’ Right. Of course he has to bring you back to last week, when you promised to suck him off when he sobers up. Jungkook was actually the one who changed the plans, not you. With his endless grinding and teasing, edging you in your own bed. Then he, like any other fuckboy, had to give you once again a taste as to why he’ll be one of the best in bed for you. If you had to be completely honest with yourself, you had trouble concentrating in class — your mind redirecting back to you riding Jungkook’s face like there’s no tomorrow.

Looking back to the unholy events, you feel yourself heat up by the thought and it’s not helping when some of it is caused by the fuckboy in front of you.

‘’Come on pretty girl.’’ He pulls you by the waist, his forehead leaning against yours and right when he’s about to linger his lips over yours, a noise erupts by the kitchen. Shit. Cho-Hee is awake.

Out of instinct, you pull your hand quickly over Jungkook’s mouth, scared he’ll say something else and catch the both of you. It’s not that Cho-Hee will get pissed if she sees you once again with Jungkook, it’s you. You don’t want to be seen with him, despite it only being sex. Because him dropping by your place for a blowjob is unexplainable to your roommate who’s been with the same guy for three years. It’s just best if it stays on the low for now. If anyone gets involved, it’ll create complications between you and Jungkook. Words always get to people somehow, and Jeon Jungkook seems to be one of them.

He accepts your hand rather quickly, letting it rest above his lips, his eyes never moving from yours. You’re both standing still, the noises of someone rummaging through drawers the only thing being heard. With luck, you hear a door close and you figure it was Cho-Hee retrieving back to her room.

You feel Jungkook’s smile moving beneath your palm, as if he knows you’ll drag him inside and do what you promised a week ago. Maybe you will, but not like he’s currently thinking at this moment.

No words from you, only a pull to his shirt as you guide him to your room. When you close the door, Jungkook is standing by the edge of your bed, the devious smile never fading from his lips.

You walk over slowly, meeting his eyes once again up close. Your bedside lamp is still on, making Jungkook’s skin glow by the shade covering the room. You’re not going to let him get this so easily, not after the stunt he just pulled in the middle of the night.

You decide to trail your fingers around, starting by his jawline, tracing the outlines carefully to his soft lips and you hear a small hiss from Jungkook by your delicate touch. His mouth is parted, surprised by your pace. Your hand reaches his neck, exploring the details by his Adam's apple and the way it bops once when the tip of your finger rests above it. You’re tempting him. The way his palms tighten to a fist to stop himself from touching you, causes a smile to your face.

‘’Take off your shirt.’’ Jungkook doesn’t waste any seconds, pulling the black long sleeve at a fast pace, revealing his skin and tattoo sleeve. But that’s not what surprises you.

‘’A nipple piercing?’’ You tried to keep your composure, not dropping the teasing act you’re currently achieving well – due to Jungkook’s reactions, but this… he’s really out here killing you.

‘’The piercer recommended it.’’ You continue to study the piercing, realizing it’s straight barbells and you’d love to give a personal thanks to the person who threw this idea at Jungkook. It was definitely the right move.

‘’Looks like someone loves it.’’ You forgot for a moment how much of an ego he carries and your gaze resting long enough on the piercing betrayed you. Your silent treatment to his comment, proving you indeed do love it.

Your mouth starts to play a part, starting by his neck — his absolute weakness. He sighs in satisfaction over the warm feeling your tongue gives him. While your mouth solely focuses on that, your fingers rake through the hair by the nape of Jungkook’s neck, fiddling with his soft hair.

Jungkook surprises you, grabbing you harshly by the waist, his fingers digging into your skin. You moan against his neck, feeling yourself grow hot over him.

‘’Be patient.’’ You tell him, biting down on his earlobe in the process, his head throwing itself back by your sudden action.

It isn’t new that you drive Jungkook absolutely insane. He’s told you over and over again how much you make his head spin, due to you always testing and teasing the shit out of him.

Jungkook has always been a fuckboy, ever since high school he saw truly no point in having a relationship. That statement might’ve come highly from his ex-girlfriend who shattered him. But no one knew that, nor did you. Jungkook was always closed off, the only details he’d share was his sexual experiences regarding girls to his friends, to keep his upright status. There’s much more to it, and Jungkook will make sure no one ends up under him again. He’ll ignore the butterflies in his stomach whenever you smile at him. He’ll ignore whenever he pictures you, while someone else is riding him. He can do that and he will.

Jungkook decides to loosen his grip on you, and as soon as he does you move further down. Your mouth and tongue never stop touching his neck, pecs and abs until you’ve sunk down to your knees. If only you could see how pretty you looked, on his knees for him.

You continue to place wet open mouthed kisses on Jungkook’s abdomen, gripping harshly onto his thighs covered by his sweats material. With a look upwards, both of your hands find comfort on the waist band, toying with the string. You’re not letting him get your mouth so easily.

‘’You’re deadly. Did you know that?’’ His tongue pokes under his cheek when you find yourself shrugging at his comment. Your focus returns to his bulge seeping through the material, ready to be touched. You pull them down in one go, leaving the boxers on. It doesn’t even take you a second to notice how hard he is. There’s even a wet patch, indicating you’ve already gotten him so worked up, his pre-cum couldn’t help but show.

Feeling somewhat kind for once, you grab ahold of his cock, feeling it through the cotton material.

‘’Fuck—’’ Jungkook sounds relieved, pleased even.

‘’Keep it down if you don’t wanna get caught again.’’ He nods at your words, saving you both from another embarrassment involving Cho-Hee. Although this time it might not only be her.

After taking notice of him obeying, you proceed. Your mouth returns to kissing him by the waist, while your hand palms him at a slow pace. Jungkook’s letting out a few pants, desperately trying to keep quiet and being good for you if he wants your mouth later.

Even though you’re the one on your knees, you have full control of the situation. You don’t ever stop teasing Jungkook. It’s what you do best after all.

The magic word manages to slip out from Jungkook’s lips. ‘’Please.’’ You look up, his gaze already watching you. His pupils dilated, mouth slightly parted and his dark hair hanging down. He’s about to lose it.

You remain in eye contact with him, finally pulling the last piece of clothing down to his feet. As soon as his cock springs free, you want nothing more than to just have it down your throat in an instant. But that’s not what you do.

You wet your lips, kissing his thighs and inching closer to where his cock stands upright. Jungkook doesn’t stop you, he secretly loves the temptation and edging feelings he gains from you.

Then you close your eyes, enjoyment overtaking you when you finally trace your tongue from the base and up towards his tip. It’s a slow and wet lick from your part, but Jungkook’s choked out moan proves it to be much more powerful than you imagined. You maintain the ministrations, his cock almost covered with your spit and his skin feels soft against your mouth. With a quick movement, you grab a hold of the base, your mouth moving towards his balls. You give them the same attention you’ve given to his length all while stroking him slowly. The wet sounds erupt due to your actions never stopping.

You’re so focused on making him wet with your mouth that you barely notice how uneven Jungkook’s breathing has turned. He’s even decided on closing his eyes, the sight of your tongue poking out and licking him becoming too much.

Jungkook has never bitten so strongly down on his lip to prevent a moan before when your mouth covered his tip. You feel so warm, so wet.

‘’Shit, you drive me so fucking crazy.’’ His tattooed hand meets your cheek, caressing it softly as he watches you take more of him. He feels the curve of your lips wrapped around him, imagining how your pussy wraps around it when he’s inside of you.

You drop the teasing act, focusing only on making Jungkook finish by the cause of your mouth only. Jungkook’s hand is still resting on your cheek as you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper in and engulfing him with the warmth from your mouth. The golden glow from your bedroom light leaves you glowing in front of Jungkook and you’ve never looked prettier. He can’t believe he finds you pretty when your mouth is stuffed with his cock, but you do. Jungkook finds it best to close his eyes for now, ignoring the goosebumps that rose on his skin by his thought.

Your chin is covered in saliva, sloppily fiddling your tongue around the tip before going back to sucking on his length in repetition. Jungkook’s cock twitches, signaling he’s close to release but you’d love to edge him just a bit longer. Your mouth travels further down, giving attention to his balls by massaging them. You’ve always loved to explore, that’s what sex with Jungkook makes things so great. Both parties are open to anything. Curiosity seeps through you when you’ve reached his perineum. Pushing your head further down, you stop your bubbling interest when you slowly lick it. Just once.

‘’Ah fuck—’’ Jungkook moans like you’ve never heard before. It’s whiny. You know Jungkook’s aware of where you’ve touched him, but you’re unsure if he wants you to continue further down or to stop. Subjects like rimjobs or any form of anal play towards men is vaguely spoken about. For Jungkook, you’d need to have a sit down with him. He might be an experienced fuckboy, but maybe he’s always been in control and therefore never opened his mind to more than just the usual. You decide to play on the safe side, focusing entirely on his cock. With your quick pace, Jungkook twitches once again, telling you he’s soon at his limit.

His hand never leaves your cheek, bringing a form of comfort to the situation even though it’s odd when it’s a sexual experience. Yet you accept it, letting it roam on your soft cheek.

A tight grip from Jungkook’s part and a sharp hiss is the last thing that happens before he dissolves into pleasure and fills you up with everything he has.

‘’That… that was—’’ His skin is glistening with small beads of sweat, panting a bit due to overstimulation caused by your mouth only. By the look of Jungkook’s eyes you can tell he’s not done with you, but you are with him.

‘’Good. You should leave.’’ You pick up his black sleeve, laying around in your room to push him more forward the exit.

‘’What? We were just getting started.’’ Jungkook’s brows are furrowed, a tint of sadness coating his eyes by your sudden urge to kick him out.

‘’You got what you wanted.’’ You’re smiling despite the discomfort that covers your bedroom, the glow from the light losing its touch. It feels suddenly cold in the room as well when Jungkook rushes to put his clothes back on while you stare at him in uneasiness.

You don’t understand why he needs to give you anything when he comes for one thing. He seemed to really be settled onto a blowjob and that was it. Thankfully you accepted and now he’s pissed? Even after he got what he wanted?

‘’Jungkook, you got what you wanted.’’

‘’Forget it. Talk soon.’’ He walks silently out of your bedroom, the room squeezing itself tight around your form. You feel uneasy, but you can’t exactly pinpoint what.

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bunnakit · 6 months

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last twilight e3 thoughts feelings etc

so in the past ive watched the episodes and digested them and come back and rewatched to put together my thoughts but im kinda crunched for time today and have a mountain of work to do sooo i'm just gonna do this in one sitting and i'm so sorry if it's not as good or as coherent as what i usually deliver aaa. it's also going to be a bit longer than normal probably but i'll try to cut down on stuff that seems unnecessary or maybe just too obvious to comment on.

OH ITS STILL REALLY LONG EVEN WITH EDITING I'M SO SORRY.

oh them being playful with each other is everything to me. oh my god and Mhok learned, he listened to Porjai and he learned to organize and clean and do things with Day as an active participant so he knows where everything is and is taking control of his own life. oh we're only 3 minutes in and i'm emotional, okay.

i do love that we get to see the way Day has isolated himself and that while his family haven't helped there's also a large part of it that is his doing. ive said it before but when you're newly disabled it can be so so easy to isolate yourself. hell, i've been diagnosed for almost 10 years and i still do it from time to time as my condition worsens because it's hard. there are so many questions you have to answer, there's the anxiety of not knowing if people are going to be accommodating to your needs, and sometimes it takes twice or even three times the energy it used to take before because every action is a little harder now. it can be terrifying to put yourself out there again and you will lose friends in the process. there will be people that don't understand, that find you to be an inconvenience, that won't make accommodations for you, and it will hurt every time but saying goodbye to those people is always ultimately for the better - but it doesn't make it hurt less. as much as i'd love the realism of it, i hope we don't have to see Day go through that.

Day's story about his friend is interesting, too. he says he doesn't want to be pitied by his friends but the thing is. they just did that, they accommodated their friend, and from the sound of it they did it without judgement. so why couldn't it be the same for him? it just shows more of his anxiety and his fear.

"once i'm ready you'll be the first to get my invitation card." Porjai and Mhok's friendship means so so fucking much to me.

"i felt like my life was worthless. all i saw in people's eyes was insult."

screaming. crying. throwing up. i don't need to say anything about this but i thought you all should know it made me ill.

here's the thing, my best friend and i dated in high school, we were 16 and fucking stupid and toxic and our home lives were shit and we took it out on each other and we made each other fucking miserable by the end of things. we didn't talk again for over five years. it took time to come back together, to heal and accept our own faults in what went wrong. we stumbled here and there as we came back together but now? almost 10 years later i don't know what i'd do without him. that's my platonic soulmate, that's the one person besides my husband i can share anything with. fuck, he knows more about my life than my husband does because he was there to see me at my worst, at the scariest point in my life where i almost wasn't around anymore to see tomorrow. that kind of friendship is so fucking special, i cannot even properly put it into words, and for Mhok to keep that? to have that with Porjai? i'm so fucking glad he has that. i'm so glad he got to keep his platonic soulmate.

small aside, i love that Mhok consistently announces himself to Day. it's a little action but it's so considerate. he's honestly doing such an incredible job.

Day puts his sunglasses on like armor; like they can shield him from the judging stares or looks of pity he can't see. maybe someday he won't need them, not because his heart has hardened to take the blows, but maybe because he knows Mhok is by his side. because remember - it's the way they look at us.

"i heard you wanted to take time off and focus on badminton" Night i'm going to drown you in your own toilet. this is just furthering my thoughts from episode 2 that Night is ashamed of his brother and his condition, or perhaps that the family is trying to hide his condition for some fucking stupid reason.

the bravery it took Day to come here and admit whats happening to his is huge, but i'm also in love with the admissions admin saying sure, you can have time off, but you're not allowed to quit. you're not allowed to give up on yourself.

"we must live with hope, Day" and that's it. you have to. you just have to. every day is going to be so hard and so much, you'll have good and bad days, but at least in all those days you'll have hope. and maybe someday that hope won't be for new eyes. maybe that hope will turn into acceptance, into determination, into pride at what you've accomplished in spite of it all. in my opinion, hope is an amazing fuel but it's not sustainable, it's just a vehicle to get you to where you need to be.

Mhok asking a blind man for a tour, oh fuck fuck fuckfuckufkcufk-- Mhok essentially saying show me your world exactly as you remember it, let me in. see how things have changed and how they've remained the same and do it with me by your side.

THE WAY MHOK SHIELDS HIM AT THE LIBRARY. DAY DOESN'T NEED TO WEAR HIS SUNGLASSES LIKE ARMOR BECAUSE MHOK IS BY HIS SIDE AS HIS SHIELD. chewing my own arm off brb.

"and you also have me. nothing to be afraid of" because i will always shield you, i will always protect you, i will stand by your side AAAA--

on part 3/4 now, i promise i'll shut the fuck up soon. if you've read this far pls take this as a smooch checkpoint, i'm giving you a little forehead smooch. have you had any water today? taken your meds? relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw.

ok back to it - Mhok continuously having Day make his own selections in these various machines. Day's fate is in his hands, he can do these things himself, but Mhok will be there with him the whole way.

"my eyes don't work well but my legs do just fine." this is such a massive leap from the man that wouldn't even leave his bedroom, from the man that was suffocating in his environment. Day is no longer a dying man, a shambling corpse. he is an active participant in his own life again.

"stay close to me, that's all i need" bitch i'm gonna throw up, you can't just hit me with that after that's all i've been saying this whole time what the fuck.

OH FUCK ME. okay. alright. hang on. so when they enter the shop Mhok describes it to Day, explains where the jeans are, where the shirts are, asks him what to do and what he wants to take a look at. this is a direct antithesis of Night in episode 1 asking where Day was going to wait for him, where he could leave him so he could get his shit done. Day isn't being asked to wait, to just sit idle while life passes him by, he's being asked what he wants to do, where he wants to go, what he wants to see. FUUUUUCK. and knowing Mhok is doing this because Day expressed that he liked dressing nicely? how the fuck am i supposed to just go to my job like a normal person after this episode.

wow the shirt buttoning scene just made me so mentally ill. right now, Mhok is doing his job. he's helping Day get dressed. but someday? someday this could be Mhok dressing Day not because he needs him to help but simply because Mhok likes doing to for Day. there's the sensuality of caring for your partner, of running your hands over the planes of their shoulders, of skimming your fingers down their chest to pluck every button. it's an exploration and a declaration of love. if we get this again in a future scene and it's something like that please remember me fondly because i will perish.

at the bookstore Mhok recognizing Day doesn't want to wait, but Day has become so accustomed to the other people in his life telling him what to do that he falls back into that behavior - but Mhok doesn't let him. he prioritizes Day's needs and desires, even if it's something as little as finding a book, without being asked.

THE LAST PAGE IS MISSING.

(because one can't see his future and the other can't see in the future, but also because they'll make their own ending, they'll face that when they get there, but they'll do it together -- what if i lost my shit completely of it?)

when Mhok leaves Day to get him a drink the camera is focused on Day and the clear warring emotions on his face but if you look in the background Mhok hesitates, he stops and turns a few times to look at day. he's reluctant to leave him and worried. Mhok worries so much but it's always so understated or in the background, covered by the emotions of others he values above himself. (or overlooked because of 'what type of person he is')

while its anxiety inducing i do enjoy this regression of behavior because adapting to a new life is hard. you will regress, you will stumble, you will fall into old habits or sometimes old fears will return. its what you do after that that is important. the one thing i hope doesn't happen is i hope this doesn't cause a rift with Porjai. i think Mhok needs her right now, maybe not forever, but definitely right now.

HE PUT ON THE FUCKING SHIRT. THE FUCKING SHIRT DAY COULD SEE FROM MARS. OH MY GOD. i know this doesn't need to be commented on, i know it's obvious, but FUUUUCK.

Day's mom trying to weaponize Mhok's past and Mhok taking the ammunition from her hands and telling Day himself. the acceptance of the past and the determination to move on and grow from it. Day's refusal to let the past repeat itself with a new caretaker. whoo boy.

and again Day wants to see Mhok, because even bruised and battered Mhok is worth seeing.

if the last episode ends with "sweet dreams/good night" i will be burying myself alive, thanks.

tagging @benkaaoi and @callipigio as requested (if you want to be added to my last twilight meta tag list just let me know!)

THE PINK SHIRT RUINING HIS BAD BOY IMAGE BECAUSE IT IS BEING RUINED. HE'S MOVING ON, HE'S GROWING, HE'S BECOMING A NEW PERSON. FUCK OFF.

i'm so so sorry this was so long, every episode makes me feel more and more things and makes me analyze shit more and more.

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The last time Montreal beat Boston, you were 15 years old. You were still somehere in Košice or Salzburg, so how does it feel to finally win against them? So, for me it was a great feeling. I'm glad we managed to win. It was a good game, Saturday at the Bell Centre. I don't think it could have gone any better than that. I was actually here for a game for the first time. When you won the game, there were 20, 000 people screaming. Do you feel that extra energy? Of course. Our fans are the best in the League because they have unbelievable energy and I think we have a great atmosphere in this arena, probably one of the best in the world. So it's just a joy to play here every day. Your team and Boston are big rivals. Have you felt that yet? Of course, there's always a big rivalry. Even today I think there were some fans from Boston here. I'm glad that… I think it's the first time I've played against Boston and we managed to win, so I'm extremely happy about it and I just need to keep going. You were winning a lot of [ puck ] battles today. Was it also your best physical game? Well, I don't know, it's just a normal game. I'm just trying to help my teammates win some pucks and then do some things that the coaches and I have talked about. I think it's going on the right track. If I'm not mistaken, during the combine, when you had an interview with Montreal, you said that what you love the most is making a difference when the games are close. Isn't it a bit frustrating in moments like these when you don't play and the coach makes you sit out? [ Smiles ] Hmm! I think it's a coach's decision and I can't accept anything else and if it wins us games, it probably works. And I believe that my opportunity will come at the right moment and I'll be ready for it when he sends me there. Do you talk to your coach about playing at the end of the game or in the 3-on-3 overtime? I talk to him, sure, but I don't think it's explicitly about that. It's about the game in general, and so… I don't know… nothing—nothing in particular. You're playing Vancouver tomorrow. Are these two wins an extra motivation? Well, of course, I think it's extra motivation. They're difficult games but we're all prepared and tomorrow we will try to play like we did today. You've already scored a goal this season but you've also missed a few opportunities. Is scoring a goal for you? Or, as Martin St. Louis says, it's not about the points so much as the progress. Of course I want to put it in there, but I'm trying to do these little things on the road and I'm getting nothing else. I just have to believe that it's coming and that [ my production ] is going to take off. It's not happening for me right now but the team is winning, so I'm satisfied.

—Juraj Slafkovský, Montreal Canadiens, [ Translated from ] Post Game for Šport SK, Nov. 11, 2023

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Maybe something about Sevika kinda just trying to get you to calm down or help you while you're stressing out over a really important work event or some sort of important test.

Totally not because I have a really important test tmrw that I'm stressing tf out over-

she's patient with you. you're always stressing over something important to you. if she can sense this, which she can always tell when you're stressing or overworking yourself, she's stepping in. She knows that you need everything ready for a certain day, at a certain time but she can't stand to see you lose your sleep or worsen your mental over. so she's there, taking away whatever you're working on with ease & putting it to the side, not to stop you from working, but to just let you have a break. She didn't like you feeling low over it. "Shh, just 5 minutes okay? you've been overworking yourself for the past 3 hours, I've been able to make dinner, clean the kitchen up, and somehow managed to take a shower within that time. you need to take a minute and breath, okay baby?"

when you're stressed, you become more emotional, and then you're crying. she didn't like that. she didn't like seeing you so low, and stumped because of how much work you had to do. how much it was affecting you. so simply, she would gently place your head in the crook of her neck, to give you that moment. the moment of something so stress-free and enjoyable. keeping her close to you. "You're doing great Sweetheart, just slow down a little, for me okay? don't like when you worry. you're gonna be just fine. you've done so much work, I believe in you. the paper will be right there when we're done"

Sevika will help with whatever you need. if you need someone to read through your notes, she's doing it. If you need her to write stuff down that you list off, that you need, then she's already grabbing the pen from your overly cramped one and doing it for you. she'll leave you curled up on her lap, rubbing your back with her mechanical hand, while her other is writing everything you're talking about. "see? don't have to stress angel, you just need to give yourself a break once in a while. don't like when you cry, my pretty girl shouldn't cry. I'll do whatever to help you feel less stressed, you know that right?"

"I know.. thank you Vika.."

"Always Sweet, now let's just do this then you need to sleep. You've been working for like 6 hours, you need rest to ace this tomorrow. i say ace it because you're smart, and i know you got this."

she's literally awake most of the night just to make sure you don't pick up that paper again, she needs you to rest :( but knowing you, you're already knocked out on her lap before she can even get to the bedroom so it puts her at ease knowing you'll get a good rest.

as an extra, she's making you pancakes in the morning with a note;

Look, I know you're probably stressing already but don't. you're going to be fine, you've worked so hard, you've done everything so please go easy on yourself. don't stress my girl out, she deserves a break. I love you, Sweetheart ♡

a/n: you're going to do amazing on your test! make sure to stay hydrated, give yourself breaks in between, and remember, you're amazing.

#anon #sevika imagine #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika drabble

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