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layce2015 · 11 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Roadkill

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*3rd Person POV*

After crashing into the tree, Molly wakes up and looks around, disoriented. "David? David?" She calls out to her husband then she crawls out of the wreck. "David? David?" She yells but he is nowhere to be seen.

"Da...David?!" She said, shakily, then she staggers through the woods, calling for him. "David?! David?" She shouts. Then she comes upon a cabin, with a candle burning in the window. "Hello? Is anyone here?" She asked as she enters the cabin. "Hello?" She said and she passes a wall covered in tools, then sees the Man, who was the one she tried to avoid before she crashed, was standing with his back to her.

"It's you. You're okay. I'm so sorry." She said, apologetically, as she walks closer to the man. "I didn't see you there. Are you...Are you hurt?" She asked and she reaches out to touch him. "Sir?" She asked. He turns towards her, blood dripping down his face. His mouth opens, spilling more blood, and his face turns dark and rotting. She glances down and sees his stomach, which was cut opened and his guts were spilling out, and she screams.

Molly runs through the woods away from the cabin. She staggers onto the road, where a car is approaching. "Stop!" She shouts as she stands in the middle of the road, hands out, as the car, a Chevy Impala, comes closer.

"Holy-!" Dean said and he stops the Impala just in front of her. "You've got to help me." She said and she goes to the passenger's side and pounds on the window, which Sam rolls down. "Please. Please!" She pleads just as (y/n) leans forward from the backseat.

"All right, all right. Calm down, calm down. Tell us what happened." Sam said to her, calmly.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I-I swerved, a-And we crashed. And when I came to, the car was wrecked and my husband was missing. I went looking for him, but that's when the man from the road, he...he started chasing me." The woman explains to us after we parked the car on the side of the road, all four of us were standing around.

"Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?" Dean asked her. "How did you know that?" She asked, shocked, as she looks over at Dean. "Lucky guess." Dean said with a smirk.

"Ma'am, what's your name?" I asked her. "Molly. Molly Mcnamara." She replied and the boys and I exchange a look. "I think maybe you should come with us. We'll take you back into town." Sam said to her. "I can't. I have to find David. He might have gone back to the car." She said.

"We should get you somewhere safe first. Then Dean, Sam and I will come back. We'll look for your husband." I assured her. "No. I'm not leaving here without him. Would you just take me back to my car, please?" She asked us. "Of course. Come on." Sam said and we get back into the Impala.

After pointing out where the crash was, we park by the woods and get out. Molly goes and leads us into the woods. "It's right over there." She said and we come up to this area and she stops and looks around. "I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. W-We hit that tree right there. This...this doesn't make any sense." She said and she goes to investigate, while Sma turns to Dean.

"Dean, we got to get out of here. Greeley could show up at any second." Sam said to him. "What are you gonna tell her?" Dean asked him. "The truth?" I said like it was obvious. "She's gonna take off running in the other direction." Dean said to us.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I crashed into that tree. I don't know who could've taken it. It was totaled. Please. You have to believe me." Molly pleads to us. "Molly, listen, we do believe you. But that's why we want to get you out of here." Sam said to her. "What about David? Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops." She said, in a panic.

"Cops...that's a great idea. We'll take you down to the station ourselves. So just come with us. It's the best way we can help you and your husband." Dean said to her. "Okay." She said and she comes back up.

We drive down the road, Molly was sitting next to me in the backseat. "We're supposed to be in lake Tahoe." She said, sadly. "You and David?" I asked her. "It's our five-year anniversary." She said to me. "A hell of an anniversary." Dean said and Molly let's out a small scoff.

"Right before, we were having the dumbest fight." She said then she sighs. "It was the only time we ever really argued...when we were stuck in the car." She said and Sam and I laugh. "Yeah. I know how that goes." Sam said. "Me too." I said as we look over at Dean, who scowls at us.

"You know the last thing I said to him? I called him a jerk. Oh, God. What if that's the last thing I said to him?" She asked, tears in her eyes. "Molly...We're gonna figure out what happened to your husband. I promise." I said to her, assuredly.

"This song..." she said as if recalling something. "What?" I asked her. "It was playing when we crashed." She said then the radio crackles again, and settles on another station. "She's mine. She's mine. She's mine." A very creepy voice, who I assume is Greeley's, said.

Then the radio starts making odd noises and plays 'House of the Rising Sun'. "Did you-- ?" Dean asked Sam. "No." Sam said. "I was afraid you'd say that." Dean grumbles while Molly leans forward, staring at the radio.

"What is that?" She said and we see Greeley had appeared in the middle of the road. Dean floors it straight at him. "Hold on." He said. "What are you doing?" Molly asked as we drive straight into Greeley, who vanishes in a puff of smoke.

"What the...What the hell just happened?" Molly asked, panicked. "Don't worry, Molly. Everything's gonna be all right." Sam assures her when the Impala begins to shudder. "Spoke a little too soon, Sammy." Dean said and the Impala coasts to a stop on the side of the road. Dean tries to start it again but the ignition sputters. "I don't think he's gonna let her leave." I said as all four of us exit the car.

"This can't be happening." She said, scared. "Well...Trust me. It's happening." Dean said as he opens the trunk and starts pulling out weaponry. "Well...Okay. Thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here." Molly said, nervously, as we turn and see her backing away from us, obviously terrified.

"Wait. Molly, Molly, wait a minute." Sam tried to say as he goes towards her but she backs up some more. "Just leave me alone." She said, panicked. "No no no. Please. You have to listen to me." Sam said, trying to calm her down. "Just stay away." Molly yells and she turns and starts to leave then I sigh before I take a few steps forward.

"It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, all right?" I said to her, loudly, and she stops and turns back. "What are you talking about?" Molly asked. "We weren't just cruising for chicks, or in (y/n)'s case dudes, when we ran into you, sister. We were already out here. Hunting." Dean said to her.

"Hunting for what?" She asked. "Ghosts." Dean replied and I facepalm at this. "D...d...don't...Sugarcoat it for her." Sam said, exasperated. "You're nuts." Molly said. "Really? About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out. You know what you saw." Dean said as Molly gives him a shocked look.

"We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died 15 years ago on this highway." Sam said to her. "Just...stop." Molly pleads to us. "One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road. That's why we're here, Molly. To try and stop him." I said to her.

"Now, I suppose this...ghost made my car disappear, too." She said and Dean shrugs. "Crazier things have happened, huh?" He said. "You know what? I'm all filled up on crazy. I'm gonna get the cops myself." Molly said to us. "I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't think you're gonna get too far." Dean said to her.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked, suspiciously. "Means that plan A was trying to get you out of here. Obviously that didn't go over too well with, uh, Farmer Roadkill." Dean replied. "Molly, we're telling the truth. Greeley's not gonna let you leave this highway." Sam said and Molly looks between us.

"You're s...you're serious about this, aren't you?" She asked us. "Deadly." Dean said, firmly. "Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight that person is you." I said to her. "Why me? I didn't do anything." Molly said, confused. "Doesn't matter. Some spirits only see what they want." Sam replied.

"So you're saying this...Greeley, he took my husband? Oh, God." She said, terrified and tearful. "Molly, look, we're gonna help, all right? But first, you gotta help us." I said to her. "Help you? How?" She asked us.

Later, Molly leads back to the cabin where she said she saw Greeley. "This is it. This is where I saw him." She said as she points at this abandoned cabin. "Must have been his hunting cabin." Dean said just as I see vicious tools hanging, and a bloodstained table. "Huh. Seemed like a real sweet guy." I said, sarcastically.

"No markers or headstones outside." Sam said as he looks around. "You're looking for Greeley's grave?" Molly asked him.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"Why?" She asked. "So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it." I replied.

"Oh. Sure, naturally." She said, with sarcasm.

"It's a way to get rid of a spirit." Sam said.

"And that'll save David?" She asked us. "Well, this is what'll help both of you, provided there's a corpse to be found." Sam said.

"So how do we find it?" asked Molly. "I'm not sure. After Greeley died, his wife claimed the body. And that was the last anyone saw of her. So good guess she brought him back here. But they had a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on 'em." I said to her.

"So this is really what you guys do? You're like Ghostbusters?" She asked us. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "Minus the jumpsuits." Dean said. "This is a fascinating conversation and all, but this highway is only haunted once a year, and we got till sun-up to wrap this thing up. What do you say we move it along, okay? Great." He said, briskly, and we go outside and continue our search.

"What are we looking for?" She asked us. "Greeley's house. Maybe he's buried there. Look for roads or paths or something. Stay close." Sam tells her. "Yeah. Okay." She said and we continue to look.

At one point, I noticed that she was gone. "Uh, guys...?" I started to say when we hear a scream. We share a look then we head off and see Greeley had grabbed Molly. "Whoops." Dean said as he points and shoots Greeley in the head, making him dissipates.

"Hey! Are you all right?" I asked Molly as I go up to her. "What has that son of a bitch done with my husband?" She asked as Sam comes up to her as well. "Just take it easy, all right? You're gonna see David again. You will." Sam assures her.

"Hey!" Dean yells, indicating something ahead of us. "Follow the creepy brick road." He said and I gesture for Molly to follow Dean. "Go ahead." I said to her and I follow Dean and Molly comes up behind me while Sam takes the rear end of the line.

"That thing shoots rock salt?" She asked, gesturing at the gun. "Yep." Sam and I replied. "And plain salt keeps away spirits?" She asked. "Simple remedies are always the best. In most cultures, salt's a symbol of purity, so it repels impure and unnatural things. Same reason you throw it over your shoulder." Sam explains as we round the corner and see a creepy house.

"You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house." Dean said and I snort. "Well, you're in the wrong business, honey." I teased as I pat his shoulder and Sam, Molly and I enter the house, first, then few seconds later Dean comes in.

"Any headstones outside?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, right. Is it ever that easy?" Dean asked, annoyed. "I guess not." Sam said then Dean points at Molly and Sam. "You two check upstairs. See if you can find any notes or records telling us where he's buried. (Y/n) and I'll just check down here." Dean said and Sam and Molly go upstairs.

Dean and I looked around the room but nothing. Dean sighs and starts to head upstairs, I follow close behind. "You know, we have to tell her." I said to Dean, referring to Molly. "We will, just...not now. When we stop Greeley, then we can break the news to her." Dean said to me as we walk down the hallway and hear Sam and Molly talking.

"Yeah. Uh, it could be revenge. Could be love. Or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped. Caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over." Sam said, in kind've a sad tone. "You sound almost sorry for them." Molly pointed out as we get closer to the room they were in. "Well, they weren't evil people, you know? A lot of them were good. Just...Something happened to them. Something they couldn't control." Sam said, in a soft tone, just as we get up to the doorway.

"Sammy's always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for 'em." Dean said as they look up at us, and I see Sam holding an old photo album. "There's nothing downstairs. You find anything?" I asked Sam. "Uh, just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had. Looked through a couple, but nothing about a grave so far." Sam said as Dean investigates a wall.

"What?" I asked Dean. "There's something behind here." He said and he tosses his flashlight to Sam. "Here." He said and he moves a cabinet aside, revealing a small hidden door. He pokes at it. "It's locked from the inside." Dean said.

Turning around, he throws a back kick at the door, which does nothing. He looks surprised, then braces himself and kicks harder, making the door fall inward. We crawl through and, once we get into the room, we brush away cobwebs to stand up.

"It smells like old lady in here." Dean remarks said just as I find a corpse hanging by the neck from the ceiling. "And that would explain why." I said as I pointed at the body and they stare at it. "Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again." Dean said.

"She didn't want to live without him." Molly muttered, sadly, while Sam picks up a chair as if to take down the corpse. "Dean, give me a hand." He said. "Really?" Dean asked and Sam nods.

"What are you gonna do?" Molly asked them. "We can't leave her like this." Sam said to Dean. "Why not?" Dean asked, annoyed. "She deserves to be put to rest, Dean." I said to him and he reluctantly agrees.

Sam stands on the chair and begins to cut through the rope as Dean steadies the corpse. "Son of a..." Dean grumbling at the smell, or the horribleness of holding a corpse.

Later, the boys begin to dig a grave for Mrs. Greeley while Molly and I stand by. "So...So, if you manage to put Greeley to rest, too...What happens to them?" She asked us. "Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade." Dean said and I sighed, exasperated. "You hunt these things, but you don't know what happens to them?" Molly asked, confused. "Well, they never come back. That's all that matters." Dean said and I look over at Molly, seeing that answer didn't satisfy her.

"After they let go of whatever's keeping them here, they...they just go. I hope someplace better, but we don't know. No one does." I replied to her. "What happens when you burn their bones?" She asked. "Umm...Well, my dad used to say that was like death for ghosts, you know? But...The truth is, we still don't know. Not for sure." Sam said then he looks at Dean. "Guess that's why we all hold on to life so hard. Even the dead. We're all just scared of the unknown." Sam said.

"The only thing I'm scared of is losing David. I have to see him again. I have to." She said and she looks down as I look at the boys, worriedly.

Molly was pacing in one room, looking through the photo album, while the boys and I were waiting in another room nearby. "I think we should tell her about her husband." Sam said to Dean. "We can't." Dean replied. "Dean, it's cruel, letting her pine for him like this. I don't like keeping her in the dark." I said to him. "Neither do I." Sam said. "It's for her own good." Dean said as he gets up.

"I know you feel guilty, all right? But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here. Then we'll tell her." Dean said just as Molly approaches us. "Tell me what? What aren't you telling me?" She asked us and the boys and I look at each other.

"It's about David. You know what happened to him." Molly said, firmly. "Molly--" Sam tried to explain but Dean talks over him. "Sam, don't." He said. "Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt? You don't care about me or my husband." Molly said, getting angry.

"That's not true." I said to her. "Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please." She pleads and I swallow, wanting to tell her the truth, but then a radio turns on, static, then the song House of the Rising Sun begin to play.

"He's coming." Molly said, panicked, then Dean turns to me and Sam. "Stay with her." He said and he goes cautiously towards the sound. Molly stands by the window, I stand next to her while Sam steps cautiously forward towards the next room.

Suddenly I hear a crash behind me and I turn to see a figure coming through the window. The figure then knocks me to the side and grabs Molly. She screams as she is dragged outside. I get up just as Dean and Sam comes running back.

"He's got Molly!" I yelled and we leap through the window and chase them through the woods. But we lose sight of them, and return to the house.

"This guy is persistent." Dean growls. "We gotta find Molly." Sam said. "We gotta find Greeley's bones. And, uh, no pressure or anything, but we got less than two hours before sunrise." I said to the boys and Sam looks through the photo album.

"Hey." He said and we go stand next to him. "What do you got?" Dean asked him and Sam points at the caption on a photo. "February 6, 1992." He said. "That was like two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?" Dean asked. "Yeah. I mean, it looks like the hunting cabin, but...I swear there's a tree there right where they're standing." Sam said then we look up.

"I should've thought of it." Sam mutters. "What?" I asked him. "It's an old country custom, guys. Planting a tree as a grave marker." He said. "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean teased and Sam glares at him. "Yeah. I know." He said, somewhat bitterly, and we leave.

Moments later, we approach the cabin from the outside, carrying shovels. "Go get Molly." I said to Dean. As he heads inside, Sam and I begin to dig around the tree as we hear Dean firing at Greeley. We digged, feverishly, until I hit something hard. We look down and see it's bones. From inside, Sam and I could hear Dean yell, "Hurry up, guy!"

Sam then empties a box of salt into the open grave. Seconds later, I emptied a container of gasoline into the grave then Sam lights a match and drops it in and the corpse catches fire and burns.

Later, Sam, Dean, Molly and I approach the Impala and Dean pats it lovingly. "Oh, baby, it's been a long night." He said and he drops his bag in the back, then climbs into the driver's seat. Sam opens the back door for Molly as I get in in the back on the other side.

"All right. Let's get you out of here." Sam said to her. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to my husband." Molly said, firmly. "Molly..." Sam said, sadly. "All this time...I've been looking for him, and you knew that...You knew that Greeley killed him, didn't you? He's dead." She said, in an angry tone.

"No, Molly. David's alive." I said and Molly leans down to look at me. "What? You're sure?" She asked. "I'm sure." I said and Sam looks at her. "We'll take you to him. Come on." He said ans she gets in, smiling with relief.

We pull up in front of a nice suburban home, the lights were on inside. "He's in that house, right there." Sam said as Molly looks at the house, confused. "I don't understand." She said as she looks over at the boys then at me. "You will." I said and we get out.

She approaches the window, and can see David inside, wearing a bathrobe, and pouring a cup of coffee. "That's...not...It can't be." She said as Sam, Dean and I were watching Molly then we look at each other. David looks up and a woman in a bathrobe comes up to him, kissing him on the lips.

"What's happening?" Molly asked as she turns to face us. "Who is that?" She asked. "That's David's wife." Sam said and Molly turns around to look at the house again, then back to us. "I'm sorry, Molly. 15 years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived." I explained, feeling really sorry for her.

"What are you saying?" She asked us. "We're saying there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41. There are two. Jonah Greeley and you." Dean replied. "For the past 15 years, one night a year you've been appearing on that highway." Sam said.

"No, that's not possible. It was our anniversary...February 22nd --" Molly stammers before I finished for her. "1992." I said. "Yes." Molly exclaims. "Molly, it's 2007." Dean said and Molly's eyes widen. "Oh, God." She cries.

Flashback #1

"All right. Tell me about Highway 41." Dean said to us. "12 accidents over 15 years. Five of them fatal, all of them happening on the same night." Sam explains. "So what are we looking at...Interstate dead zone? Phantom hitchhiker? What?" I asked him. "Not quite. Year after year, witnesses said the same thing made them crash. A woman appearing in the middle of the road, being chased by a man covered in blood." Sam replied.

"Two spooks?" Dean asked and Sam nods.

Flashback #2

Sometime later, we found old newspaper articles referring to Molly and Jonah's deaths.

Flashback#3

"Now, where is Molly buried?" Dean asked David, as we interviewed him. "She...she wasn't buried anywhere. She was cremated." David explained, sadly.

"So much for burning her bones." Dean said to us as we walk out of his house. "Yeah, but then what's keeping her here?" I asked them.

Present Day

"Some spirits only see what they want." Sam said to her and she looks at us, tears in her eyes.

Flashback #4

Then a woman runs out onto the road, stopping the us. "You have to help me!" She shouts as we stare at her. "Dean, I don't think she knows she's dead." Sam said as the woman, which we figured was Molly, comes up to Sam's side. "Please! Open up! Please!" She pleads as she hangs on Sam's window. "Okay, okay! All right, all right. Just calm down. Tell us what happened." Sam said to her.

Present Day.

"And Greeley?" Molly asked us. "Each year he punishes somebody for his death...ah, chasing them. Torturing them. And each year, that somebody is you." I tell her. "But I don't remember any of it." She said. "Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly." Sam said to her.

"So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because...I killed him. I killed us both." Molly said, realization, then she sits on the steps for a few moments as she process what we told her.

"Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?" She asked us after a few moments of silence. "You wouldn't have believed us." Dean said. "And you needed me for bait." Molly spat, accusingly.

"Well, we needed you." Sam said and she looks down. "David." She whispers, despairingly. "Molly, we brought you here so you could move on." I said to her, kindly.

"I have to tell him --" she said. "Tell him what? That you love him? That you're sorry? Molly, he already knows that. Look, if you want to go in there, we're not gonna stop you." I said to her. "Yeah, but you are gonna freak him right out. For life." Dean said. "David's already said his good byes, Molly. Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business." Sam said and she looks down again then back at us.

"What am I supposed to do?" She asked. "Just...let go. Of David. Of everything. You do that...we think you'll move on." Sam said and Molly begins to cry. "But you don't know where." She said. "No. But Molly, you don't belong here. Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go." I tell her.

She nods sadly, then steps slowly away from the house. She turns her face upwards as the first light of dawn creeps over the rooftops. Bathed in light, she becomes part of the light and vanishes.

"I guess she wasn't so bad...for a ghost. You think she's really going to a better place?" Dean asked Sam. "I hope so." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, me too. She's already been throug hell for 15 years." I said. "I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?" Dean said to us.

"Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point." Sam said to him. "All right, Haley Joel." Dean said as he smacks Sam in the shoulder. "Let's hit the road." He said and we cross the road and get back in the Impala as the light rain begins to fall.

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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Hello! Just followed a couple of days before and i love your writings. May i request a Eden from honkai reader in twisted wonderland. For example : She can sing and play instruments and she likes to drink wine? It feels wrong to put them with 2nd and 1st years so some 3rd years like Leona, idia, cater and Vil. If you do take up this request. Thank you!

but of course, friendo! Trey is an Eden main so Trey will def be doing this one-

GOᒪᗪEᑎ ᗪIᐯᗩ

"𝕸𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖗𝖆. 𝕸𝖆𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗."

Female!Eden!Reader. (She / Her pronouns used.)

ꪶꫀꪮꪀꪖ ᛕ꠸ꪀᧁᦓᥴꫝꪮꪶꪖ᥅

So the herbivore can play instruments, eh? and she drinks wine... instresting, I guess.

He doesn't care much, but he does like it when you play your instruments for him, they help him fall asleep faster because of the soothing melodies you produce for him, and he also tends to enjoy it when you two join together for a drink, (because Leona is of legal drinking age...) and he finds it funny when you're drunk, just so casually letting people take things from you, no matter how expensive they are, you simply give them away as if they were worth nothing to you, not asking for anything in return. There was a time Ruggie took one of your expensive necklaces while you were drunk, Leona tried to stop him, but you just laughed it off and said; "Take it, dear Ruggie! I'm sure it will look wonderful on you!"

Ruggie still has the necklace...

ＣａｔｅｒＤｉａｍｏｎｄ

Oh em gee! you can play instruments? Slay! oh- and you can drink? How old are you exactly??

He loves listening to you play your instruments, and he sometimes requests covers of his favorite songs, and you always enjoy accepting them and playing them, and singing. The new, modern songs are always fun to play, in your opinion.

He has witnessed you drunk plently of times before, and he still doesn't understand why, even when you're drunk, you're still so kind. You give away treasures of yours for completely free, and even after you're no longer drunk, you still laugh it off and just continue to let the person keep what you gave them. You always tell Cater; "I like it that way! A gift is a gift, Cay-san."

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

Your entire existance thrives with your beauty and elegance, your makeup is always on point, your outfits are elegant and exquisite, and your skill in music is astonishing.

He loves to listen to you play your instruments, he wants to dance to your music so badly...

He has witnessed you drunk so many times, he's tried to cut you off from the wine, but you always end up finding more... there was once a time Epel had tried to take something of yours, he tried to stop him, but you pat his shoulder (while drunk) and said "Come now, Vi-san, don't get so angry..." (while drunk) then you turned to Epel and smiled, "Whatever you tried to take, dear, you can have! I no longer have a use for it." (While still drunk) and went back to drinking your wine like nothing happened, while Vil followed, giving Epel a; "You're lucky..." stare.

𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕

OMG YOU'RE LIKE THAT ANIME CHARACTER!!!!!!!

He likes listening to you play your instruments, you do covers of songs from the soundtracks of his favorite games or animes, and he loves to hear them. You're quite the drunkard though, everytime he sees you on campus whenever he attends, you're drinking wine out of that fancy goblet of yours, and most likely drunk, because a few minutes later he sees some other students carrying you to the nurse's office because you passed out from how much you've drank... are your internal organs okay? he surely doubts they are...

There are also times you give him expensive looking stuff when you're drunk. There was a time you had bought him some anime figurines while drunk, I mean, he's thankful... but you really didn't have to...

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earlgarden-archived · 1 year

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Jumin Han x Elegant! reader part 2!

Outline: Jumin with a elegant wife

Characters: Jumin Han

Warnings: Only for female readers. Might be a bit ooc

Sorry if this was a bit short.

Wedding

Yup we're gonna completely skip the proposal and go straight to the wedding. (Because I'm a bit lazy)

The wedding was... Big. And very expensive. Jumin wanted to make this the most memorable day in your life, so he went all out with the wedding. He insisted on paying for your wedding dress, but since he was already paying for everything, you decided to pay it yourself. Of course, you being the elegant queen you are, you wanted a gorgeous, elegant dress. And after a long day, you couldn't really find the perfect dress. So, Jumin suggested to get a custom made wedding dress. And once again offered to hire one, but again, you declined (because you are too kind) After all, being elegant is not just about the looks. You were able to work with the designer to design the PERFECT dress. And oh my god, the look on Jumin was priceless. He had to quickly fix his composure though. He invited all the RFA members for you to meet, and even offered for you to join RFA (its up to you if you accept or not).

RFA members opinions

After becoming wife and husband, a lot of the RFA members have noticed that he's changed a bit. He came into the chatrooms more, often talking about you, and he would be a little more considerate of others, thanks to your influence. He also shares a lot of photos of you in the chatrooms, slightly bragging about how lucky he was to have you.

Zen was SO shocked about the sudden consideration Jumin now has for him. Before, he would constantly tease Zen with Elizabeth the 3rd, but now, he doesn't do it as often. But he is also a bit jealous of Jumin. He kinda thought that he would be the first RFA member to date, or even marry someone. So when Jumin shared the news of their marriage, he was a little jealous and said that he didn't really deserve you. (As shown in Jumin's official after story). But he's come to accept it now.

Jaehee is relieved that you influenced him to be more nicer to people. Now, she has time for breaks and can finally rest. Now that you're there, you're the one to look after Elizabeth the 3rd, leaving Jaehee cat-free! Unfortunately, you are also sometimes busy, so she's still forced to take care of her. But at least it's less often. (Unless you're also busy like Jumin, then she would not be happy).

Yoosung thinks youre super kind, like Rika. He really envies how you are confident in who you are, and how you know you're valuable. He sometimes has a hard time with that, since he always thinks he's the least interesting person in RFA. As well, he notices how you have polite manners, a little bit similar to Jumin. You can also handle conversations really well, almost nothing catches you off guard, you hide most of your emotions behind a graceful smile. He knows why Jumin fell for you.

You and V got along quite well. You both have nice conversations with eachother, talking about various different topics, from Jumin's childhood, to V's photographs etc. And when Jumin asked if you could join RFA, he said he didn't mind, you seemed like a pretty secretive person, so he felt like he could trust you with information. Of course, he and Seven both have to do a background check first before you join. But overall, he thinks that inviting you should be alright.

707 thought you were a chill person, you slightly giggled at his jokes and you seemed like you enjoyed his company (which made Jumin a tiny bit jealous). V asked him to do a background check on you, and he was slightly relieved when he found that you had a safe background. Since he kinda wanted you to join.

When you're a ballerina as a hobby

When he found out you were a ballerina, he made an entire ballet practice room just for you. This is so you don't need to walk that far to practice, and it was more efficient this way. As well, whenever you had a show, he would ALWAYS come. No matter what, he would somehow find time in his busy schedule to come to your show. Several times, meetings were delayed to make time for your show. You always said that he didn't need to come any time, but he insisted on coming. Plus, you were pretty happy that he was so supportive.

One time, you were starring in Swan Lake, and he was stoked. He even invited the RFA members to come. (Believe it or not, he invited Zen, since he knew Zen would probably enjoy this). Everyone was mesmerized. You were just so... BEAUTIFUL. Even Yoosung enjoyed it, which Jumin was slightly surprised about.

#mystic messenger #jumin x reader #jumin han x reader #mystic messenger x reader #jumin han

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Infodumping/venting about the lack of Mashle fanfics on most fanfic platforms

WARNING: This isn't a vent. This is a mashle fanfic idea dumpster fire with MANGA SPOILERS.

I'm so heartbroken discovering that there is barely any mashle x oc content out there even x readers or character x character. I have so many tiny plot point ideas for a Rayne/Rain x fem oc/reader. Which resulted in me beginning to write my own oc, Darren Randel. Her name's stolen from my random ass mha oc Darren Halston. Darren Randel is lowkey different (she's less edgy/and emotionally unstable) even though they both have brown hair.

PLS TELL ME IF YOU'RE GONNA STEAL OR GET INSPO FROM THIS PLS BECUZ I WOULD LIKE TO HELP.

SO-

What was the original plot idea you may ask?

Infamous girl from rival school transfers to Easton Magic Academy because she fell in love with Rayne Ames lol.

Lowkey unoriginal right?

So then I added an extra spin to it borrowing a key romance drama plot point from See You in My 19th Life: Darren only gets 3 chances to confess and have her feelings be reciprocated by Rayne, and if he rejects her feelings. She'll give up (on that romance).

The ending of the fanfic is bittersweet: She doesn't get Rayne. But they stay close friends.

OH BUT HERE'S WHAT I'M TRYNA FIGURE OUT TO ADD MORE OF THAT BITTERSWEET FEEL TO IT:

1. Darren confused her initial crush on Rayne to be love at first sight/romantic feelings when she actually felt like she had a friend/that sense of trust in him compared to others.

1a. As a result of that she kind of decides to nullify all her chances of getting him.

1b. Regardless of this plot point she still ends up developing actual romantic attraction for Rayne and still doesn't get her feelings reciprocated.

2. It turns out that Rayne ALSO developed feelings for Darren over the course of the fic but he still rejects her advances due to either:

a. Her newfound realisation that she confused her feelings of attraction for something like companionship or trust. (1a)

b. His new position and role as Divine Visionary and the fear that she would be in more danger than she already was. (For context: her former school Walkis has so much beef with her existence for the 4 ish years she was there that they want her erased from existence and the Bureau of Magic is extremely alert about her whereabouts due to that and her skills which will be explained in the OC Profile section below).

c. Typical fears of a dude who for most of his life before Easton was seen as a nuisance alongside his younger brother Finn. (Big headcanon.) Doubt he cares/he probably would shove in the aristocrats face if he was dating her honestly (fake dating plot point???)

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OC PROFILE:

Fyi - I haven't completed her complete information so I may have removed some parts.

General Info:

Name: Darren Randel

Other names: “Renren”, “Walkis Traitor”, “Wandless Psycho”

Sex: Female

Age: 18 (from the start of Mashle canon timeline)

Birthday: February 18th

Blood Type: A

Height: 168cm

Occupation: 3rd Year Student at Easton Magic Academy

House: Adler

Affiliation: Easton Magic Academy (current), Walkis Magic Academy (former)

Dominant Hand: Left

Good Subjects: Magic Geography (it better exist), Magic Zoology

Bad Subjects: Magic Mathematics, Magic Biology

Hobbies: Cooking, Running at 4am, Pestering Rayne whenever possible

Favourite Food: Mussel/Seafood Pasta

Favourite Word: “Antidisestablishmentarianism”

Favourite type of the opposite sex: “People think about those?”

Dislikes: Her sense of justice being challenged, Bunbun, People who hate Rayne Ames

Frequently visited school spots: School Garden, Training rooms, Dormitory kitchen

Appearance:

Her hair is orange brown with cornflower tips. The way she styles her hair hides one of her lines. The main line that is shown juts out just under her cheek from her forehead while the other one only juts out slightly from the side of her eye. She’s more of a sports person than a bookworm. When she manifests her third line, it appears across and under her eyes. She switches between 3 types of bottoms. Pants, Long skirt, shorter skirt of which she wears jogging leggings underneath but they’re all dark blue you know.

Lines: 2 + 1

Skills/Abilities:

General Magic: Offensive Magic - Due to the competitive environment of Walkis, she has a general grasp on nearly all learnable offensive magic spells. Being able to cast them with ease compared to more typical and unlethal spells. Her speed at casting these spells were unmatched during her time in middle school.

Personal Magic: Impart - Darren’s magic essentially allows her to balance out either magical power, strength, and weaknesses between her targets (living and non living) or with herself. It’s essentially cheating at life. The magic is highly confusing due to the fact that she doesn’t have to chant the words to the magic and its essentially treated as a debuffing magic (which is wrong because she aims to fight everyone on fair terms).

Impart Zero - It dispels a spell.

Impart Seconth: Impartial Vice - Instead of deducting and balancing their power, like a water dam. Water is added to balance both sides.

Summon: Themis (Goddess of Justice) - When summoned, the user’s wand transforms into a dull sword whilst Themis appears with blindfold with a scale in hand

Themis Inclination - Themis appears and buffs her attacks’ range but she rarely utilises this due to how lackluster it was against Rayne (ineffective) and other people

Impart Thirds: Divine Mercy - It’s essentially renders its' target a painless death. It's an instant kill move.

Impart Thirds: Divine Tears - Unlike Divine Mercy, this one's pure torture. (To be developed later) (Tears of Themis reference?)

Wandless Casting: Her aptitude to cast magic without a wand has earned her infamy and wanted death since she enrolled into Walkis in middle school. It has also made her wanted by a few subdivisions of the Bureau of Magic, namely Magic Talent and Magic Research Administration.

Immense Speed: Exactly what running at 4am, and doing marathons before starting class does.

Immense Endurance: Due to the fact she does running as a hobby, her stamina/endurance in terms of speed/running is more than decent. She can withstand advanced offensive spells typically used by the police.

Equipment:

Basic Wand - She prefers to not wield a wand though finding it too rudimentary for her purposes, hence many assume she cannot unleash her secondth and thirds magic (to which she has). It stays in her cloak mostly.

Infinite Storage Fabric - Lining her uniform’s robe it has the ability to store anything it can consume within its’ own subspace. She stores majority of her items in it. Even though it’s mass doesn’t change due to how many things there are, it still is a heavy fabric. It will help fish out whatever the user who is currently wearing the cloak wants to have.

Resistance bands - She carries it around to do some exercise. Especially when she’s in the kitchen

Thick Rope - She carries this around as well but its to apprehend anyone she sees.

Photo album of Rayne Ames - She carries this with her at all times alongside a self printing camera. Don't worry, she gets permission to take the pictures.

Family/History:

The Randel Family while not aristocrats or anything, take pride in their magic aptitude which is a recent cut above the rest. Born as a two-liner magic user, she was put on a pedestal with unwanted attention, which is why she has a hime cut to hide her other mark. Her parents treat her like a trophy child and place their expectations on her.

She’s an only child but has an extensive selection of uncles and aunts 5 each. But she prefers her grandma over everyone else.

She had a tendency to break her wands while practising magic as a kid. Due to this her family/parents decided to just stop supplying wands (cuz it was costly) which resulted in her adapting the way she casted magic spells without the use of a wand. During her entrance exam into Walkis, she was ridiculed for not having a wand and got into trouble while getting the highest score of her batch in terms of magic.

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I was tempted to add a Modern Magic/unmagic AU of this as well based on the anime endings which I find to be completely confusing even though they're fun. (SERIOUSLY, HOW IN THE WORLD DO RAYNE AND FINN HAVE FANCY OLD CARS THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE TO MAINTAIN WHEN THEY'RE CANONICALLY ORPHANS UNLESS DIVINE VISIONARY IN MODERN AU IS A SUPER RICH POSITION-)

#mashle #rayne ames #mashle oc #mashle fanfic idea #mashle spoilers #someone pls make more mashle fanfics once s2 goes on

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Bullet to the Heart

Ghost x fem!141!reader

Warnings: swearing, injuries (gunshot wound and scratches), blood, fluff, alcohol, drinking, 3rd Person Ghost, no use of Y/N

Summary: Ghost finds you attractive, he gets a little attached. A moment in All of Me happens

A/N: Call-sign: Error (you can make it whatever you want, just a place holder). All of Me and this have nothing to do with each other.

Ghost sat in the bar with the rest of the Task Force. He had a shot of bourbon that he'd been nursing for a while. Soap and Price were taking shots and flirting with every girl they set eyes on. Error, the only female on the team, was at the bar

“Why don’t you go talk to her.” Soap nudges Simon, Gaz nods towards her.

“Absolutely not.” He answers. Ghost turns back to his bourbon.

The two left the man alone after that, both went back to flirting or playing games. Ghost watched Soap walk over to Error at the bar and say something to her, she looked over to him. Soap walked back over to the table, sitting down.

“She rejected me.” Soap laughs.

“Why?” Ghost ask. “Is she not interested in short Scottish men?”

“Nah...” He glares at Simon's comment. “She’s looking for something a little more mysterious..."

"Mysterious?" Ghost huffed. "Your call sign is 'Soap' that seems pretty mysterious to me."

Soap didn't answer. Simon turn to look at him, but he's gone. Price, Gaz, and Soap we're throwing darts, their drinks sitting next to him. Price comes back over and downs his shot.

"Why don't you join us?" Price asks. "Could be fun."

Ghost didn't answer, but watched as Error walks over. Price elbows him lightly and walks away. Simon prayed Soap hadn't said anything to him, he doesn't need Price to constantly remind him that he's her superior. Although he had a feeling Price was playing some sort of game with him.

"Mind if I join you?" Error smiles, her drink in her hand. Simon shrugs, trying to keep his act up.

Error slides into the seat next to him, bumping her knee against his. He almost thinks it's on purpose, but he quickly shuts that thought down, until she does it again. Simon turns to look at her, still playing it up like he doesn't care.

"Soap said something about you." She has a mischievous look in her eyes. "Do you want to know what he told me?"

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it was a lie." Ghost rolls his eyes, of course Soap said something.

"He said..." Error scoots closer like she was telling a secret. "He said you had a crush on me."

Simon went to deny it. He didn't want you to be uncomfortable, he didn't want you to know. Ghost was working hard to push the feelings he had aside.

"Which is crazy, right?" Error continues. "You're my superior. Good forbid if he was right."

"Right..." Simon's heart sank, he could tell there was sarcasm laced in your words, but he wasn't entirely sure what that meant for him.

"What if we got out of here?"

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It's been almost 4 months since that night. Ghost was happier than ever, you 2 we going strong. He found someone he trusts more than anyone.

He was stumbling his way home after a solo mission, Price had told him to just go home and debrief in the morning, he could tell Simon was exhausted.

Simon opened the front door of his home, greeted by the smell of dinner. He manages to make it to the couch, plopping down. Error hears and peeks out to see Simon on the couch, a thick spot of blood on his shirt.

"Simon!" Error quickly grabs the first aid kit and sits on the floor in front of him.

Error pulls of his gear and lifts his shirt, exposing the gunshot wound on his left side. She began cleaning it, careful to not hurt him more. He hissed as she applied pressure to stop the bleeding.

"It's going to need stitches, luckily the bullet exited." Error said. Simon nods, sitting up a little so she has a better angle. She stitched him up and finished cleaning the rest on this cuts. "Do you want something to eat...? Of course you do, that was a stupid question."

Simon chuckles at Error's comment. She comes back with food for him. Simon chows down while Error is in the other room. They'd been together for a few months, but he was so scared of showing her his face.

After he was done, he made his way to the bathroom to clean up the cuts on his face. The closed the door and pulled his baclava off. He washed off his face and started tending to the cuts when Error knocks on the door.

"I just brought bandaids and stuff if you need them..." She says on the other side of the door. "My eyes are closed."

Simon opens the door and tugs her inside. Error squeaks as he sat her on top of the counter. He takes the supplies and continues to clean up.

Error sits patiently, swinging her legs, eyes still closed. Eventually Simon grabs her hands, placing them on his face. She pulls her hands away surprised at his actions. Simon mumbles a small "it's okay," before pulling her hands back to his face.

Error's hands glide to his hair, slowly carding her fingers through it before making her way around the rest of his face. Simon closed his eyes as she feels around. She gets to his lips, sliding her thumb across his bottom lip. He leans forward and kisses her softly, his hands on the counter. Error's arms wrap around his neck.

Simon finally felt like he was free to fully kiss her, not worried she'd try to sneak a peek. After all, she sat with her eyes closed for at least 30 minutes.

Simon felt happy, maybe a normal life was available to him. Maybe he could have it with Error.

#modern warfare ghost #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #simon riley x you #simon riley fanfic #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #modern warfare

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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To Cry for the Moon Part 7 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: The next couple chapters will be mainly the Eternals with mentions to Moon Knight. So if you are here for the guys, please hang in there, they will be back. I am not a mythology expert, and things get changed for these stories obviously. I'm trying my best. Also I'll try to update every day or two. I can't guarantee they will be everyday. So if you want to be tagged let me know, replies are the easiest but any way works. Minor DNI

The story idea by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!) Also realized I should probably add content warnings, so I did and tagged them. If you think I missed a warning please send me an ask. I try to tw tag even the tiniest thing so no one has to suffer if I can help it.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic, @urlocallsimp, @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner, @crypticruler

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader (It’ll make sense eventually)

Content Warning: Death, fear, depression

Word Count: 1k+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 7: The World Keeps Turning

Y/N didn't really listen or help Sersi explain to Dane that they have powers because they are Eternals from the planet Olympia and have been on Earth for over 7,000 years, fighting Deviants. Until 5 centuries ago. He learned more about Sersi and Ikaris but the main thing was that Dane accepted her explanation and reasoning far better than Marc had. Y/N didn't miss the sad look they both gave her.

"He'll come around, probably just the shock of it all," Dane tells her.

"You handled it alright, and you don't have a centuries-old Egyptian god in your brain. Moon Knight does. They even know about some of my powers. I told them when they told me about their personalities, though they conveniently left out Khonshu. It was Truth for Truth. The full story wasn't my story to tell. Doing so might have raised questions about Sersi and Sprite. That wouldn't be fair to them or you, but I guess that doesn't matter." She sighs. "I'm glad you don't hate us. I hate to do this but can I ask you a favor? Can you watch Noob and maybe feed Bas until we get back? I would ask Steven, but even if he would talk to me, I don't think Marc would let him."

"Of course," he nods.

"Thanks, Dane, I owe you one."

"You guys saved my life and a lot of other people, the least I can do is pet sit."

"Least you can do is nothing, but I appreciate it. I know you'll be kind to them. Sorry, I can't make you a giraffe either, but I can say if you ever need anything." She takes the feather keychain off her keys and holds it in her hands, imbuing it with a tiny fraction of her powers before handing it to him. "If something really bad happens. Hold it to your heart and I will hear it. We may not have cell signal, but as long as I’m on this planet it’ll work. It works for Osiris and he’s in the underworld, it should work for you."

"Osiris? Like the Egyptian god of the Dead? He has a direct line to you? Does your family?"

"Osiris does, my family doesn't. Sadly, I cannot feel the Eternals like I can humans. I think Arishem thinks that would be a distraction. But humans, like you, I can hear. And you, you have a good heart Dane, that's why we know we can trust you with all of this. I don't even need my scales to know your heart balances. Sersi wouldn't be with you if it didn't. Take care of yourself."

She moves to join Sprite while Sersi says her own goodbye.

Y/N was physically sore and absolutely exhausted on the flight to the States. The only thing giving her comfort was being surrounded by so many human hearts. She reached out just a bit with her powers to feel them. She focuses on one of a child, a young girl, that seems to be enjoying a show on a tablet. An innocent and pure heart full of joy. It reminds her that humans were worth fighting for. That little girl had so much life ahead of her. As upset and sad as Y/N might be, knowing innocence and good still existed even after so many years without the Eternals' assistance was comforting. It was a constant that she could always rely on.

"You okay?" Sersi asks, drawing her attention back.

Y/N nods. "I'm fine."

"You should try and sleep," Sersi tells her. "You fought harder than most of us and took most of the hits."

"I'm not that fragile," Y/N assures her.

"No, but we have no idea when we might get the chance to again. Might as well embrace it while we can."

"Point taken," Y/N admits and as she usually does, she takes Sersi's advice.

As they left the airport and headed to their rental car, she pulled out her phone and calls Steven. He doesn't answer. She leaves a voicemail.

“Hey, just landed in the States. We’re headed to Ajak’s place, I’ll call you when we get to her house.”

When Ajak fails to greet them, something instantly feels off. Y/N reaches out but feels nothing. No humans for miles and no apparent threats. What they do find shakes them all. Ajak is dead. Her body was cold, drained of power. Y/N couldn't breathe for a moment. It is too much. They've never lost anyone before. Ajak always healed them. She kept them alive even through the most brutal of battles. Ajak was gone. Their leader was gone. They were on their own. Y/N could feel her hands start to shake. The ache in her knee returned. They were on their own against Deviants stronger than ever and they lost their healer. Ajak had kept them alive and safe for millennia. Now, what were they supposed to do?

Ikaris admits to being the last one to see her. To say that Ajak sent him to London to check on them. But the Deviant must have gotten her before he actually made it to London because as Sprite points out the Deviant healed like Ajak. They now had an enemy that could take their powers. None of them were safe in a fight if that was true. They are all shocked when Sersi tells them the sphere Ajak used to speak with Arishem went to her. That she spoke to Arishem. Ajak chose Sersi to replace her. Not Ikaris, which was surprising. He had always been more of a leader than most of them. He was devoted to the mission Arishem gave them.

Y/N put a hand on Ajak's cold chest.

"May we meet again in the next life," Y/N says, hoping that no matter what afterlife awaited Eternals they would hopefully be together someday.

They agreed to gather the rest of the team starting with Kingo.

Ancient Egypt, the beginning of the age of gods.

Y/N places a set of scales before the Ennead in the Chamber of the Gods.

"Phastos says these scales will allow you to better judge a person's heart, even when I am not here. We formed them using my powers." She takes the large feather that the people had given her long ago because of her wings that she often included in her outfit out of appreciation and holds it tight between her hands, calling on the majority of her power and channeling it into the feather. It made her lightheaded as her hands and the feather began to glow. She wills a fraction of her own heart and powers into it. When she pulls her powers back the feather continues to have a sort of ethereal glow. "This feather," she holds it out to the small cluster of gods before her. "The feather of truth," she deems it. "I've put everything I know, everything I use to aid in judgment, into this feather. Weigh a person's heart against this feather and you will know their true nature, their heart. If it balances, they have a good heart, they deserve to see paradise."

"And they shall see the field of reeds," Osiris assures her.

"And if they don't balance?" Horus asks.

"If the feather rises, and the heart stays weighted down, they have failed. Their heart has shown their true nature, that their heart is filled with malice and should be justly condemned. If the scales move back and forth that means there is conflict in the person's heart. They are not inherently good or bad. They should be given a chance to process this, to look deep within themselves and if they can balance then they have made peace with their conflict. If they can't, they shall face proper justice."

"Justice shall be swift," Osiris adds.

"You can judge both living and the dead to ensure justice and truth remain standard as time goes on and the kingdom grows. As long as I live, the feather of truth will hold the standards I have deemed fair and just. It is part of me. You have my judgment as long as the smallest spark of my power remains. We are bound, we are one."

Modern Egyptian Underworld

"They've never done this before." Anubis, Taweret, and Osiris watch the scales shift without anything being weighed against the feather.

"Keep watch," Osiris commands them. "We will see what Ma'at has to say."

South Dakota, USA

Y/N tries again to call Steven and Marc.

“Hey, um, so we got to Ajak’s. She…got attacked by a deviant and is…Anyway, we’re flying back out again, probably going to find Kingo. Let me know if you get this, we’re in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m not getting any service.”

As she puts her phone away. She is shocked to see the path to the temple open before her.

"Sprite!" She calls the younger Eternal.

"Is that what I think it is?" Sprite says as she eyes the long open tunnel. "Tell Sersi I will meet you in Mumbai." Sprite nods.

Modern Egypt: Temple of the Gods

"Osiris," Y/N greets the glowing eyes of the avatar before her.

"Ma'at," he greets her. "I am sure you are curious why I summoned you."

She sighs, "I have an idea about that and I will share what I know, you only ever have to ask."

"Your scales shifted while not in use. The others are concerned."

"I…I have concerning news for you, Osiris. The deviants have returned, they are stronger, faster and I'm afraid I can no longer guarantee that we, that I, will survive."

"What do you mean?" He asks. "How have you come to this conclusion?"

"One attacked us in London. Ikaris, Sersi, Sprite, and I were unable to kill it. Ikaris and I could only drive it back. The concerning thing is that it healed itself, Osiris. We went to consult Ajak and she was dead. The monster had stolen her powers and in doing so became stronger and harder to fight. In 7,000 years no Eternal has died. I'm afraid the shock may have momentarily shifted and shaken my beliefs. But the scales should be steady now. We are going to gather the rest of the Eternals and return to our mission, losing our healer will not deter us. We shall do our best to remove this threat to humanity. My only request is that should anything happen and my feather fade. Please tell Khonshu that I have failed. He will know why."

"That can be done. We will be observing," Osiris tells her. "Call upon us if you have a need. Isis would be devastated if we lost you, little feather. Your heart beats here. It shall remain protected."

Mumbai, India

Y/N steps out into the busy streets of the city. She reaches out to feel the hearts around her. Now she had to wait for the rest of the team to get there. She takes out her phone and calls Steven.

"Osiris called me to the temple, my powers wavered after finding Ajak. I filled him in on what was happening. With Ajak gone we…Osiris will let Khonshu know if anything truly bad happens, he told me he would. I'm in India now. I got here before the others because of the temple path. I'll let you know more soon. I really do miss you both."

Before putting her phone away she sent a text to Sersi letting her know that she was in India.

#To Cry for the Moon fic #eternals!reader #marc spector x eternals!reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x female!reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x female!reader #steven grant x reader #female!reader #tw: death #eternals x reader

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professorrw · 2 years

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Hello!! Is it possible to ask for a (fem) reader x Bucky, (Chaotic besties that make out sometimes) where reader has the ability to heat up any part of her body to 100+ C degrees, (Can't catch on fire w/ out a bit've help, and if she uses it to much she gets a horrid fever, or 3rd degree burns) and she uses it during battle, for the first time in front of everyone, and scares most of the avengers because "How did she melt the creatures skin and grab it's heart?? WTF??"

very interesting concept i've got to say 😂

marvel masterlist

Title: You Can Set My Heart on Fire

Pairing: female reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: injuries, some gore, and chaotic besties

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

the Avengers know you have powers but don't know the full extent. other than Tony who recruited you after reading a file on you from SHIELD

you got in some trouble after having a meltdown (literally) and had to go into rehabilitation for a while before you got recruited.

you were a teen whenever the meltdown happened, and you didn't get much contact with other people so you're living your life to the fullest now. even though you're 26 when you join the Avengers you're still pretty lively and fiery (also literally)

when you joined the Avengers you were introduced to everyone, including Bucky, who was VERY quiet at first

you saw his shyness as a challenge and for two years (yes two years, he was a tough nut to crack) you made it your job to get him to open up

it worked, and in the process you guys became best friends

Steve thinks you influenced him a little too much because you're both kind of reckless and do dumb things sometimes

don't let alcohol anywhere near you two

the first time you two made out it was because you were drunk

that wasn't the reason the second, third, fourth... you get it.

what you two had going on was very convenient. you came and went as you pleased and didn't have many strings attached. you were still besties, but whenever you wanted someone to spend the night with you could go to each other

you found Bucky extremely attractive, and he also found you very attractive. you were also the only person that was dead set on getting him to become your friend instead of judging him for his past actions.

missions with the whole squad were very fun. you and Buck tag teamed and dicked around (but still got work done of course)

the first time you used the full extent of your powers was three years into you becoming an Avenger

normally you wouldn't need to use the full extent. you didn't want to use the full extent because you knew it wouldn't be pretty

but that particular mission was difficult. you were exhausted and had been fighting for what felt like forever.

you were already burning up and your skin was starting to blister.

unfortunately for the monster running towards you, you were aggravated. in less than a second you heated your arms up as much as you possibly could and grabbed the monster, burning through its flesh and gripping its heart. you ripped the monster in half and threw the burning heart at the next approaching creature.

you weren't aware that a couple of the Avengers were looking your way, but when you heard a "Ho-ly shit" from Bucky you turned around and saw everyone staring at you in awe

"What?" you asked, out of breath

"Didn't know you could do that," Clint said. "That's cool- wait are you supposed to be on fire?"

you looked down at your arms and lo and behold, they were aflame

you waved your arms around and swatted at your skin, which seared from the developing third degree burns

Bucky ran to help you, and together you put the fire out.

"This doesn't look too good doll," he said.

"I'm alright," you smiled

"Y/N," Bucky said, looking at you with a no bullshit face

"Okay maybe it hurts a little," you confessed. you were trying to brush it off so Bucky wouldn't worry. but it did hurt pretty bad.

"Uhuh. We'll take care of this when we get home."

the rest of the Avengers finished off the rest of the creatures while you took it easy (curtesy of Buck)

when you got home Bucky took you straight to his room.

"Wait here, I'll be right back sweetheart."

"Fiiiine," you grumbled.

a few minutes later he returned with bandages, an IV (who let him have that? you thought), and multiple ointments

he sat beside you on his bed and applied the creams to your forearms.

you winced

"Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay. Thank you for helping me Buck," you said.

"Anytime doll. I don't like seeing you hurt." he looked up at you, taking his attention away from your arm

he looked at you so tenderly you couldn't help but kiss him. he immediately reciprocated, cupping your cheeks

without thinking you put your hand on the bed but regretted it almost instantly. you cursed

"You better take it easy on that arm," he teased.

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rurulyywrites · 2 years

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☁️Worst set and the best didn't break a sweat|Ace Trappola X f!reader|

Pairings: Ace Trappola X f!reader(reader is one of my OC's adopted sister so I hope requester-san doesn't mind)

Plot: Y/n Marikitatji,the adopted sister of Sheila Marikitatji, despite being a non-magic user,is able to gain some of her sister's 'Jack of all' traits. Especially in Poker. She doesn't cheat,she adapts. And that's what makes Y/n Marikitatji the 'Card Controller'. Although despite numerous students,as well as school faculty, has tried to beat the new student of NRC. They still don't manage to do so. That is until one man tried to change it all

Requested by: @__Reni (in wattpad)

"Heya,Can you do an Ace X female reader fluff? Where the reader is a new student in school and rumour is that she's really good at playing cards and no one has ever beat her so Ace wants to challenge her.:)"

'COURSE YA CAN,YA STUNNING BEING! Also by 'playing cards',I wasn't sure which one whether it's Poker, blackjack, *Rook Voice* Écarté, or Baccarat or etc since there's too many card games. Like I legit thought I'd say "fuck it,your card game is gonna be Uno" but since I like drama,let's turn it into P O K E R.

TW!s:(thought I'd put it out there)

Illegal Gambling

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Yes I play'd Poker✨💅😌

With friends because I don't like my money on the line

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3rd person POV

Ever since Y/n was sent to the Ramshackle dorm, I've always been on the edge because of what might happen to her. Last time I went there,THEY HAD GHOSTS IN THE WALLS OF THAT BUG INFESTED DORM!

Although.. she doesn't seem to be bitten by bed bugs

"Say, sis~ why don't I take you to Heartslabyul to play a little poker! It's really been a while!" Sheila said as Y/n looked at her sister with glowing eyes

"Is that legal..?" Y/n whispered

"Technically by Earth laws,no. But people in Heartslabyul seem to be doing that and Riddle does watch once or twice so I guess it's fine"

Shei whispered back. "Ok fine" "There better be 20,000 Madol/Thaumarks" Shei teased as Y/n chuckled.

Right after school,the two immediately headed to Heartslabyul lounge and took out a standard 52-cards deck.

"It's been soooo long!!"

Y/n said as they both chuckled while Shei passes the cut deck of cards to her left and goes on.

Playing with the two are Ru and Ursula while Eliza just watches. "Are your Madols/Thaumarks ready?" Ursula asks as soon as everyone had their 5 cards and chips.

Within a few hours,the four ended up betting up to 10,000 Madol/Thaumarks and of course,the winner being Y/n.

"Naww she's cheating!!" Ursula said as Ruru chuckles "I thought my straight flush was a win" Ruru said as Shei agrees "Yeah! Who would've thought she had a Royal flush?--"

".. I don't know if you all noticed but.. we.. attracted guests.."

Y/n said nervously as Shei turns around and saw alot of Heartslabyul students watching the play.

"Ramshackle dormwarden isn't too bad"

"Hey isn't she a Marikitatji?"

"For real?! You mean she's one of the Jacks?!"

"No wonder she's as good as Shei Marikitatji! Turns out she's also one!"

"Looks like little missy has some followers~" Ruru said as Shei laughs. "Cater stop livestreaming!!" Ursula said as it wrestles with Cater. "Heey!!! Everyone!!" Shei shouts as she stood up,lightly making Y/n worried. "MY SISTER,Y/N, IS THE BEST OF ALL POKER PLAYERS! DARE TRY HER!"

"Is she really?"

"Hey you're not too bad at poker,give it a try!"

"I'd love to come against her!"

"S.. Shei.. this is.. very uncalled for.."

Y/n whispers as Shei chuckles.

Soon enough,Y/n has played 6 rounds with different dorm members.

Some actually bringing in the librarian of the school,A/n to beat her. Sure they did come close but they still lost.

"You were very lucky,senpai! If I didn't have an amazing set,you would've won"

Y/n said as she placed her cards down,revealing a Royal flush. The most powerful set,more powerful than the 4-of-a-kind that A/n had on their hands.

"DAMMIT!" The other 2 players cursed as they put their cards down harshly and left. While Y/n tool the chips that she won,A/n and her shakes hands.

"You've won.. alot.." Shei said nervously.

"You'd think after the 5th time,her luck would run out. Alot is an understatement,look at the pile of chips that Eliza and Ursula are swimming in"

Ru muttered as Y/n chuckled.

As the sun was about to set,the Marikitatji sisters separated to their respective dorms as well as the other friends.

Y/n had a smile plastered on her face,sure she did win alot of chips but she insisted that she wouldn't take them and gave it back to the dormwarden of Heartslabyul,of course she took 10 or something chips.

It was her hardwork to get them,isn't it?

"Grim? I'm home!" She said as she got home, "FNYAAHHH!! YOU MONSTERRR!!!" Grim said as he charged at the girl, thankfully she dodged and grabbed the raccoon by his collar

"Grim,what's gotten into you?"

"YOU CANT POSSIBLY WIN POKER 15 TIMES IN A ROW!!! I,GRIM THE GREATEST SORCERER AND POKER PLAYER, IS SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING THE ATTENTION! NYAAHH!!!!!"

Grim said as he was ready to huff out and burn the already disintegrated house.

"I swear if you cremate this dorm,I will not teach you how to win Poker" Y/n said and as soon as she finished, Grim sped to the couch and behaved

"Wow.. eager much? Alright,get the cards".

「The Next Day」

"Rumours say.."

"You can't beat Y/n Marikitatji,the dormwarden of Ramshackle dorm"

"No way someone's that good!"

"Listen to Deuce,you two might be doing your little trouble errands outside of Heartslabyul but I had it on livestream!"

"I was watching Cater's live and analyzed it last night,Y/n really wasn't cheating!"

"Is she really? Bet I could beat her"

"Hey!! Y/n,right?" Ace said as he approached the girl with her back facing him. As soon as she turned back around,everything felt like it was slowed down for Ace.

"Yea.. can I help you?" Y/n said but Ace was already lost in her eyes. Y/n chuckled at his frozen figure and waved a hand infront of the boy

"Do I need to call the nurse?" "I- WHAT- N..no.. sorry.. for shouting.. and staring"

"Staring sure is pretty rude,but wanting to know a girl without buying her a drink is even more rude. What's your name?"

Y/n said with a small giggle at the end while holding out her hand for him to shake.

"I.. I'm.. Ace. Ace Trappola"

"oh,I know you! Riddle always blabbers about you! And..-. Juice? Was it?"

"Oh,Deuce. Yeah,me and Deuce are quite the trouble for Riddle" Ace said as he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Well then,Acey. How can this lady help you?" Y/n said as a faint blush appeared on Ace's cheeks.

"R..rumours say that.. you're really unbeatable in Poker." Ace said as Y/n looked at him with a hint of shock but then busted out laughing

"W-Why- what?!" "Believe rumours,I guess? I'm pretty decent at poker"

Y/n said as Ace pouts. "Then beat me at poker! I bet you can't~!" Ace teased as Y/n rolled her eyes "What time?"

"3 pm! Heartslabyul lounge, later" Ace said as Y/n wrote it down on her wrist "well then,I'll be seeing you lose. Card Controller~" Ace said with a wink as Y/n rolled her eyes once more "price has to not be lower than 10,000 Madol/Thaumarks"

"prize is 60,000 Madol/Thaumarks"

"you had me at prize. See you later,alligator"

Y/n said with a wink as she turned her back on him and left.

LETSS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!! SHES SO FUCKING CUTEEE!!!

He's not as bad as I thought. He's got quite the crazy energy

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"ACE ARE YOU STUPID?!" Cater shouts at Ace while Trey and Deuce was holding him back from slapping Ace

"He sure is--! WHY WOULD YOU CHALLENGE HER?! AND BETTING 60,000 MADOLS/THAUMARKS?! WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THAT MONEY?!"

Cater shouts as Trey tried to calm him down.

"I-.. don't know.. I was stupid! She was.. I.. I wanted to impress her.." Ace muttered as he stared at the floor,thinking about what he's done.

"Post-pone it!" Deuce said

"What am I gonna say? 'hey let's move the game,I don't have that much money' I sound like a jerk."

Ace said as Deuce rolls his eyes and sighs

"As if you're not already"

Trey muttered "Just say something urgent came up? Like you got in trouble?"

Deuce suggests "I can't,her sister is literally in the same dorm as us"

Ace said as Deuce agrees. "but is she right now?" Trey said as Ace looks around "doesn't look like it" Cater said with the brightest smile.

"Alright then! Let's--"

"Aceyy~"

Shit.

Y/n shouts as soon as she enters Heartslabyul with her 'followers'.

"H-..Hey Y/n..!" Ace said as he stared blankly at the crowd following his opponent.

"Oh-.. right. Shei kinda sorta heard about our game and then posted about it. And as soon as I exited Ramshackle,I was met with this"

Y/n said with a chuckle as Ace gulped.

He can't cheat when everyone's watching his every move.. and he can't post-pone it since he's clearly not going somewhere urgent since he's been on the lounge waiting for her.

"Right,shall we start?"

Y/n asks as Ace lightly nods and they sit opposing each other on the lounge. Cater starts shuffling and distributing the cards to the two.

"3 rounds,first who wins 2 wins." Y/n said as she looks at her cards and smirks.

"W..what.. what happens when it's a tie?"

"There's no tie,dummy"

Y/n said as she looked at Ace with a warm smile. "R..right.."

Ace said as he grips tightly at his set. He's been looking at his cards and saw a straight flush.

"Wa-wait what?!" Ace said,making Trey concerned and taking a peak at Ace's cards.

"Wait-! Ace you win!"

Trey said with a smile as Ace looked at him with disbelief as Trey took Ace's cards and placed them down the table. Y/n smiles and placed her cards down,it was just a high card.

"Well played,beginner's luck" Y/n said as she smiled and Cater takes the cards to shuffle for the next round "One more, Ace! And you're gonna win!" Deuce said as Trey nods.

Good

"Let's wait and see. Won't we,Ace?" Y/n said as she crossed her hands and smiled at Ace, although it might be a friendly one. It still sent a shiver down Ace's spine.

The next set has been introduced to the two. And yet again, Ace had a three of a kind. "That's a three of a kind!" Trey said as he took Ace's cards and slammed them down "I'm sorry, Trey and Ace. But I have a Royal flush" "shit."

Trey and Ace muttered the same time. "Last round.. no pressure" Y/n said as she propped her head up with her hand.

The last set has been showed and to everyone's surprise,Ace won. "I WIN!!!" Ace said as he showed his royal flush and stood up in victor.

"YEEESSS!!!!!" Ace shouts as Y/n chuckled and placed her cards down. "Wonderful game,Ace. I'm shocked you managed to outright my luck"

Y/n said as she took out 60,000 Madol/Thaumarks and gave it to Ace's hand.

"Let's play sometime" Y/n said as she took out a pen and started writing on Ace's arm "Call me,for another game?" Y/n said and left,not wanting to listen to his answer "S-Sure! W-will do!!"

Y/n sighed and talked to her earpiece "Alright I think I can remove the illusion now?" Ursula talked through her earpiece

"Yeah,good thing I had a little suspicion about the 60k Madols/Thaumarks" Y/n said as she walks out of Heartslabyul

"Seriously tho,thanks for letting me borrow the 60k. Who knew Ru had a soft heart?" Y/n said with a chuckle.

Ace was left in the lounge with the 60k in his pocket while he cleans the table. "Huh..? Isn't.. isn't this Y/n's set?" Ace said as he picket them up and as soon as he did,the cards turned from a high key to a royal flush. Making Ace jump in shock and looked at his cards.

They were.. switched?!

So..

She won..?!

#disney #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #wattpad #twst fanfic #twst headcanons #twst mc #writers on tumblr #anime #heartslaybul x reader #heartslabyul #ace trappola #ace x reader #twisted wonderland ace #disney twisted wonderland

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sunfloweradore · 3 years

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i’m leaving this blog

hi! this post is a bit long but at the end you’ll find prompts and requests that you are free to use if you’re a writing blog :).

hi there!! if you’re reading this, i hope you’re doing well and staying safe. i just wanted to say that i’m leaving this blog and i’m not sure if i’ll ever come back. the years i’ve spent being a harrie have been great and it’s been a crazy amount of time! pretty much since the x factor! however, for a long time it’s also felt like i’ve been forcing myself to be a fan of harry’s. i’ve put so much energy into being a fan of his that it hasn’t been fun for me in a while and neither has writing fanfiction, which is what this blog is mainly for. it’s felt very difficult to sit down and write a fantasy about somebody who i might not even like anymore and in hindsight it seems a little dumb, but i did stress over writing all the time. this isn’t really about anybody i’ve interacted with on tumblr because you’re all lovely but sometimes it feels as though harries don’t treat him like he’s a human being and instead like he’s a god. me, included. even though i know we joke about harry being the only man we’d let degrade us or destroy our lives or whatever, he is still a person at the end of the day! it took me a very long time to realize that and thinking of him as otherworldly or completely perfect was my way of thinking for a while and i think it was pretty damaging. the fact that so many people would literally die for him is sad because unfortunately, none of us are going to be on his “level”, so to speak. we don’t know him personally and chances are we aren’t ever going to. ahhhh please don’t be mad at me for saying this, it’s just something i’ve realized i need to change about myself and i think it’s something we should all consider about everyone we are fans of.

anyway, the time and energy i’ve spent on something so ridiculous is exponential and i really feel like it’s time to put it in the past. i’m dedicating this year to self-growth and part of that is learning how to be my own person. feeling like i have to be interested in something or someone in order to be normal has been a common theme in my life and harry has been that someone for as long as i can remember. this isn’t his fault of course but i’m getting older and i don’t want to think of this time in my life as the era that i was obsessed with harry styles. instead, i want to form memories and real life experiences instead of using fanfiction as a way to cope with all of the things that i can’t handle in my life. it worked for a while but at this point i’ve been reading it and writing it for so long that it feels like i’m living inside my head, like i’ve become dependent on it (obviously this is very bad lolol). so, long story short, i will be leaving this blog because it just isn’t good for me anymore. thank you to everyone who has requested things for me to write and anyone who has interacted with my writing. sorry i couldn’t get through them :(. i’d also like to thank everyone i met through this blog because you’re all such amazing people and you deserve the world. i will leave my writing up but the sentiment still applies- i’ve worked very hard on everything i’ve written so please don’t repost any of it without crediting me, thank you.

below are requests i couldn’t get to and prompts(?)/works that i never got to finish. feel free to use them if you want and tag me in them bc i’d love to see how you write them :)

1. paperboy harry!

i think the direction i wanted this to go in was kind of like a 40′s au? or just a long long time ago. not sure why i had this started seeing as i already have harry as a paperboy in a story of mine but go off ig

2. vampire harry!

i had a specific plot i wanted where harry was in a car wreck because of a vampire who ended up biting him in like an alleyway. reader saves him and is a vampire herself! she nurses him back to health n teaches him how to be a vamp with various shenanigans along the way

3. hospital au?

this one i’m not too sure about but if you’ve seen the red band society you’d sort of know the direction i was going with this. there’s kind of an in-between for people in the hospital who are fighting death or going into surgery and in that in-between is a boy who has been in a coma for a long time. i pictured this as being angsty and for harry to be the boy who guides people in certain directions but he ends up falling for the reader while she’s there

4. ghost au!

self explanatory but i pictured harry as the ghost who kind of just wants a friend lol

5. tea au?

this would probably be pretty short, i just thought it was cute! reader has different kinds of tea all the time and it’s a surprise each time he kisses her

6. strawberry farm au?

reader has a strawberry farm LMAO maybe harry buys them from her or it’s another vampire au, who knows!

7. threesome

most likely has been done b4 but a threesome w 2 guys and the reader where the guy is inside harry while he is inside the reader

8. chocolate by the 1975

a fic based on that song! it would probably be from harry’s pov

9. space au?

hmm i think i probably saw something that inspired this but all it says is “harry sends letters to space” so i’m assuming it’s an au where he just decided to send letters to space out of boredom or something and mayhaps alien reader finds one?

10. assassin au!

harry is an assassin and in my draft it’s super vague? and almost seems like he’s stalking the reader? it could go in any direction really but i’m assuming the reader is dating him and doesn’t know he’s an assassin

11. chapstick

very similar to the tea one! just w the reader wearing diff chapsticks all the time

12. shower

this is inspired by something i read on wattpad a long time ago and i’ve tried finding it but i think it might’ve been deleted. the reader flicks da bean all the time in the shower and is really loud about it, harry is distracted and confronts her

13. dang ANOTHER threesome

but this time harry is on a date with a girl and they’re at a bar- the girl is looking around, sees the reader and thinks she’s gorg and they end up having a threesome

14. photography au!

harry is a photographer who somehow ends up taking pictures of the reader. in my draft the reader asks him to delete the ones that are ugly but he keeps them all hehe

15. scrapbook au

similar to the last one, harry takes pictures of the reader a lot but it’s not bc he’s a photographer, he just thinks she’s pretty n wants to scrapbook. twist is that he has TWO scrapbooks- one of innocent pics and one that’s lustier (consensual ofc)

16. habits of my heart by jaymes young

self explanatory, angsty

17. roommate au?

this is for some reason also an assassin au? but they’re roommates and reader doesn’t know what he does. they’re bffs, mutual pining

18. don’t forget about me by clove

wow another song fic, big surprise

19. puppyy

harry gets a puppy who hates him :( but the puppy loves the reader!

20. mall au

lol this one is kind of dumb idk why i thought of it but harry is one of those kiosk people at the mall who sells perfume! dunno!

21. condoms

reader works at gas station, harry buys huge condoms

22. poetry

either person reads erotic poetry while touching the other

23. magic au

one of them makes a love potion, kind of dark? like making the other fall in love with them idk it could be an accident though

24. private chef

the reader is a private chef! that’s all i’ve got!

25. message board

this is inspired by..... the sims lmaooo you can pin messages to the message board in your apartment building and i thought it’d be cute if the reader and harry lived in the same building and he leaves notes on the board and she doesn’t know they’re for her! she always thinks they’re cute though

26. raisin theory

inspired by new girl! specifically a comment i saw in like a compilation? video of new girl on yt

i thought it’d be cute for harry to be that person

#tbh i haven't been reading ff either so if any of these have been done already i didn't know #anywhooo ily #hopefully this year will be good for everybody #harry styles imagines #harry styles writing #and of course the reader doesn't have to be female or in 3rd person #but yeah idk how many people are even gonna see this but my masterlist isn't linked anymore #if you search for masterlist on my blog it will come up #okay bye!!

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choisanshine · 2 years

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Daddy Issues 18+

College AU!Changbin Smut 18+ only

Pairing: seo changbin x female reader

Changbin has to work with a new partner on an important project for one of his courses. Definitely doesn't fall for the girl ;)

Genre: university au, smut, slight plot

Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, oral (f & m), pet names (mostly "good girl" and "baby girl"), hair pulling, light breast play, a bit of whipped cream kink, mostly switch!Changbin and switch!Reader (there is not much of power dynamics), lots of communication during sex, and some slight body issues

Word Count: 10.4k

a/n: the beginning is long and maybe not great, but the smut might be worth it. also, I originally wrote it in 3rd person, so there might be some errors. And one last thing, the "camera" is more focused on Changbin

Enjoy!

“Jung Wooyoung, I cannot believe you!” The blond heard the roar before seeing his friend. Fear coursed through his veins as he frantically looked around the crowded commons area. He was unable to locate the other male's face before he was jolted back from a shove. Wooyoung was grateful he had chosen a chair against the wall, as the push was unable to knock him to the ground.

Wooyoung had seen his best friend angry before, he'd even had the rage directed at himself. However, this was on a whole other level. He'd never seen Changbin assault anyone, not for real, in public. This was a first, and Wooyoung almost felt proud of himself. Almost.

“What do you mean 'you had our group reassigned'??” Changbin shook his slightly taller friend, arms flexing subconsciously. Changbin might have been, infinitesimally shorter, but he was quite a bit bulkier than Wooyounh.

“It wasn't intentional!” Wooyoung's hands flew up to cover his face. “I didn't mean for it to happen, but the professor walked in on me and San having a disagreement about a different topic and wanted to see how we could 'resolve our issues'.” Wooyoung made air quotes around the last words. He rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't interested himself in how things would work out. He definitely didn't mean the topic though. He would be lying if he said he didn't take every opportunity to get himself noticed by Choi San, but the pink haired boy was somewhat of an enigma. And now, Wooyoung was getting his chance to unravel that anomaly, if it took him the whole semester.

“Wooyoung,” Changbin's voice was threateningly low, “this assignment is worth half our grade and we both need this class for our degree.”

“Right?! So, shouldn't we separate for at least one assignment? We've been working together for three whole years, I think we are getting a bit dry, don't you?”

“No! I think we understand each other better than anyone else and I know I can get you to agree with me on any of our topics!” Changbin's muscles flexed reflexively.

“Wow.” Wooyoung faked surprise. “So the truth comes out.” Changbin rolled his eyes. “I'm just some idiot who signs my name at the top of your group assignment and gets you the grade? Is that it?”

“Honestly, I'm kind of surprised you were able to connect those dots. So, yeah. You are the fool who helps me keep my glorious grades for our classes.” Changbin ran his fingers through his hair. “I can't believe you sold me out like this! And for some dick. You are the actual worst, you know?”

Wooyoung smirked. “Oh I know. But, don't be too upset. Your new partner is going to be good for you. She's one of the seniors I had for our Freshmen orientation. I think you'll get along really well for this project.”

“Oh great, I have to deal with a senior? They are the worst. They are so lazy and make us do all the work, but have all these opinions on how the project should be run instead and then I'm left doing all the work that I don't even agree with just to make sure they pass this class!!” Changbin huffed in frustration. He really might kill Wooyoung this time.

“Oh please,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Like you wouldn't suck Chan's dick if he told you he'd get you free points for a class.”

“Listen here, you little shit, I would absolutely suck Chan's dick if he said he'd give me bonus points, just tell me the time and place.” Changbin smirked finally. He wasn't opposed to the idea of hooking up with a dude, and Chan was like an older brother to him, but that man did not abuse his power and if he told Changbin he would get those bonus points, he knew he'd keep his word.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. At that moment, something else caught his attention, he perked up and began to wave his hand. Changbin followed his gaze and saw someone walking towards them. If he were being honest, Changbin would never have noticed you, nothing particularly stood out. He only noticed you because you were waving equally frantically as the idiot across the table from himself.

Changbin hadn't even noticed the exasperated sigh he let out until Wooyoung slapped him across the arm. “Would you at least try to look nice?” Wooyoung cringed, “sometimes you look scary, even if you're not trying.” The younger male shuddered, driving home his point.

“And sometimes you run your mouth even if you're not trying to.” Changbin paused for a half second, “Is that something you do intentionally?” Changbin smiled at his own joke, but received nothing but another slap from Wooyoung.

At that moment, you appeared at their table, sliding into the seat next to Wooyoung and slipping your backpack onto the table. You were nervously toying with the zipper on your bag, and would drag the pull tab along the teeth before drawing it closed again. Changbin could tell you were nervous, but couldn't bring himself to be the first to introduce himself. He sighed in relief as Wooyoung took the initiative, as he knew the boy would.

“Bini, this is my friend (y/n). She is a senior from our department. She has to take our course this year because of a misunderstanding with her advisor. Anyway, since she is older, no one wanted to be her partner for the project. But, since I had to switch,” Changbin could hear the smile in Wooyoung's voice, “our professor thinks it would be great if the two of you work together. It's an important assignment, so I think you two should get acquainted and have fun!”

Wooyoung jumped up from his seat without hesitation and was gone in the blink of an eye. Changbin turned in time to see the blonde disappear with a pink haired male. He rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance.

He glanced over to see a look of concern on your face. You seemed to be having an internal conversation with yourself and were torn on whether or not to speak up.

“Well, spit it out. What's on your mind?”

“You're not one to mince words, huh?”

“It's not that. I just don't...” Changbin sighed, yet again. He was getting frustrated and realized it was coming off as if he were annoyed with someone he'd never even met before. He had to accept that it wasn't your fault and you would have to figure this out one way or another. Together. “It's not your fault.” You nodded in agreement. “So, let's just pick a topic and call it a day. Yeah?”

“That sounds like a good idea to me. Do you mind if I get a drink first, though? I just had two classes back to back and haven't had a chance to stop yet.” As Changbin nodded, you paused, “Would you like anything?”

“Iced Americano.” He said without hesitation.

“One iced Americano, coming right up.” You winked and disappeared in the crowd.

As Changbin waited, he mulled over the situation. He knew he was reacting poorly, but what was done was done, right? So he should just get over his irritation towards Wooyoung and work on having a positive attitude towards his new partner. It wasn't really like him to act like such a dick, and you seemed alright. So far.

Changbin adjusted the cap on his head and was fidgeting with the sleeves of his t-shirt when you quietly returned.

“You know,” the voice from directly behind Changbin caused him to jump in his seat.

“Fuck, you scared me.” He mumbled, reaching out to take the proffered cup from the person he was finally getting used to.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“What were you saying?”

“Why is Advanced Religious Studies a part of the curriculum for lit majors? I mean, it's not like I'm complaining or anything, it's an interesting enough course. But...why?” You took a sip from your blended beverage that came with enough whipped cream to spill from the domed lid. Changbin couldn't help watching as your pink tongue darted out to lap at the cream. He impulsively bit his lip finding the scene a little more erotic than surely intended.

You startled when he cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his seat. A drop of white smeared on the corner of your mouth, causing Changbin's brain to short out for the briefest of seconds. “Um, you got, a little...right there. Ugh! In the corner of your....here.” He reached out with a napkin to wipe the offended confection away. “You were saying?” He finally settled back in his seat with a huff. If he didn't know better, he would assume you had done it on purpose.

“Religious s-studies.” You were visibly nervous. He wasn't sure if it was due to the incident, or if his resting bitch face returned. He tried to relax and smile a bit more, but was still slightly uncomfortable.

“I mean, don't all major religions have some sort of text?” Ah, yes that was enough to get Changbin on a roll. “Wouldn't it make sense for us to discuss all of the literature across all those cultures? Not only is it the core of many civilizations, but most themes in stories come from some religion or another.”

You were nodding as Changbin finished his mini speech. “I guess you have a point there.”

“So what topic would you like to work on?”

“Wouldn't it be easier if we chose a religion first?”

“Maybe.”

“What are you interested in, then?”

Changbin shrugs. “I guess the easiest would be Christianity? There's gotta be the most scholarly research on that topic?”

“Ew, no. Please.”

“O..kay? How about Greek? Zeus has a lot of baggage we can unpack?” At the shake of your head, Changbin redirects again. “Norse? We could... I dunno, Odin is their main god?”

“No.”

“What? Why aren't any of those acceptable? Do you have some sort of daddy issues?” Changbin, arms folded against his chest, smirked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stood up so quickly your chair toppled over. “Even...even if my relationship with my...why would you say that?”

“I was just joking!” Changbin surged forward as well, reaching to grab your arm.

“Maybe you should figure out what a joke is, then.” You tore yourself away and stormed off, leaving Changbin to scratch his head in confusion and frustration.

“So she just ran off?” Wooyoung seemed skeptical. He might not know you as well, but he knew Changbin better than just about anyone else.

“I mean, I might have said something kind of...rude?”

“Ah, there it is.”

“It wasn't supposed to be!” Changbin threw his hands in the air. “You know I wouldn't just do something like that. Not to someone I don't really know.”

“That's true.” Wooyoung agreed.

“So, will you give me her number? We still haven't settled on a topic.”

“Yeah, yeah. She told me to send it to you, anyway. I guess she thinks you should reach out first, too?” Wooyoung took Changbin's cell and entered the number along with a contact name.

“Wooyoungie,” Changbin's voice was overly sweet, “Why is there a heart next to her name?”

Wooyoung giggled. “I am psychic and I know what will happen in your future.”

“You're an idiot.”

“But I am YOUR idiot.” Wooyoung affectionately laid his head on Changbin's shoulder as he laced arms with the shorter male, who did nothing to throw him off.

“Tck! Speaking of, how are things going with San?”

The sigh from the blond was anything if not dreamy. “Oh very well. We've already picked our topic and divided our research. It's going to really be a great semester. I even saved his number with a heart. So, you know I will be right about you and (y/n).” Wooyoung teased.

“I thought you were supposed to be MY idiot?” Changbin tapped Wooyoung's head tauntingly. He didn't see Wooyoung roll his eyes.

“Anyway,” Wooyoung switched up, “there's a party this weekend. You are coming and you don't have a choice, okay? Okaaayy??” Wooyoung batted his eyelashes flirtingly, only causing Changbin to fake throwing up. “Don't be rude, asshole. You never go out anymore, and I'm worried you are...” Wooyoung leaned in close, a look of concern on his face as he glanced down, “becoming impotent.”

“Fucker!” Changbin swung at Wooyoung, who expertly dodged his best friend's attack. “I am fully functioning! And that's none of your business anyway!” Wooyoung giggled as he continued to dance out of Changbin's reach, he was becoming more elated by the moment as the dark haired male became more irritated. “Fucking stand still so I can beat the shit out of you!”

“Iiis this a bad time?”

Both boys stilled as they glanced up at the newcomer. Wooyoung immediately jumped up and straightened himself at the sight of his new partner, who was barely holding back his laughter, cute dimples cut into his slender cheeks. The interruption gave Changbin his chance to attack and he launched himself at the distracted male.

“That's not fadjnf!!” Wooyoung began to yell, being cut off by the struggle. “Bini!!” He whined. “You're going to get my shirt dirty! Get off me!!” They wrestled for a moment, Wooyoung clearly losing. “Okay, fine! You are not impotent! You are a god in bed!! You can get anyone you want! Is that what you want to hear?”

“Where did you even learn that word?” Changbin cursed Wooyoung for absolutely making things worse. Their tussle had started to draw a crowd and the last thing Changbin wanted was a quarter of the school hearing his best friend calling him a sex god. “You're a fucking idiot!” Changbin punched Wooyoung's shoulder, for good measure, before pushing himself off the clearly weaker male, and storming off.

Changbin threw his bag into the seat next to him after entering the Lit Reading Lab. He had been running behind and didn't even get the chance to grab a drink on his way over, which only added to his frustration.

“You're late.” A voice came from behind him.

Changbin didn't even bother looking behind him. He knew without having to turn that it was his older mentor. He had come over to get help with his project, and had asked for some assistance from the senior. “I don't need this crap today.”

“Alright, I can just leave.” Contrary to her words, the female settled into the seat opposite of Changbin's disgruntled bag. “What's going on buddy? Are you struggling to find a theme for your project?” The glare Changbin shot had her throwing up her hands in defense. “Alright, alright, I already know you are! But, what's giving you troubles? Wooyoung usually just does whatever you say and that settles that.”

A snicker coming from the door behind Changbin alerted the pair to a third presence. While the woman sitting next to Changbin turned, a smirk on her lips, Changbin only buried his head in his crossed arms.

“Except, Wooyoung isn't his partner this time. It's (y/n).” This came from the male behind Changbin. “He told me what you said.”

“I didn't even tell him-” Changbin shot up, eyes wide, nostrils flaring as realization dawned. Not the conversation with (y/n), but the conversation with Wooyoung. “He did not!” Changbin thrust himself forward, his chair toppled over as he spun to face the older male standing in the doorway of his office. “Chan! He wasn't being serious. It was a joke!”

Chan shrugged. “I mean, if you want to pass this assignment...” His words trailed off as he jokingly gestured for the younger to enter his darkened office. “I'm always more than willing to help out a younger mate.” At that point, Chan couldn't prevent the smirk from gliding over his own lips. “And Sooyoung agreed to share, at least this once. Right babe?” He winked at the female still sitting by Changbin. Tears were forming along her eyeline as she held in her own giggles.

“I'm going to kill him. I think I will actually, finally, rid this world of that pest and be free of Jung Wooyoung once and for all.”

“What has Wooyoungie done this time?” Changbin groaned internally. That was the last thing he needed.

“It's nothing.” He said through grit teeth. He finally turned and settled into his chair. “Since you're here, we can work on figuring out a topic for our project. Okay?” He reached into his bag and pulled out his textbook for their class. “Come on, we have to figure this out.”

Sooyoung leaned in, a hand resting gently on Changbin's arm, and whispered, “Are you going to be alright? We just wanted to tease you a bit, to help you relax.”

“I'm fine.” Changbin sighed, he could always rely on his friends, especially the seniors, to help him out when he was in a bad mood. He was still frustrated, but things were not working out well for him, and he wasn't used to everything coming against him.

“I wasn't sure if you'd want something, so I got you a drink.” The soft voice was coming from his new partner, who had come around the table and handed him the plastic cup with their school cafe logo emblazoned on the side. The name scribbled on the side caused him to smile a bit.

He shook his head, but accepted the drink, happily taking a sip of the cold, dark liquid. It was like heaven in a cup, their cafe hands down made the best iced Americano, but Changbin always thought he was the only one who thought so. “You actually like the cafe? Or did you think you were poisoning me?”

You smiled. “They make their own whipped cream every morning.” As if for extra measure, you dragged a finger into the white foam, and brought the sugary substance to your mouth. Changbin coughed as your lips wrapped around that digit, engulfing the cream as well as your finger. In that moment, for all of a second, he wanted nothing more than to be that finger, swallowed up in your warm mouth.

“I uh...I have to use the restroom, excuse me!”

Before anyone could stop him, Changbin had lurched forward and was out of the Lab and down the hall.

“What was that about?” Chan asked from his office, both you and the other woman at the table shrugged, one clearly more concerned over the younger male than the other. “Sooyoung, do you...” Chan's eyes darted towards you, unknowingly, as you had already began scanning the text book Changbin had taken out. “Nevermind.” Chan shook his head, trying to convince himself he had the wrong idea.

Upon Changbin's return, he noticed Sooyoung had already disappeared, and Chan's office door was shut. He noticed the time and figured Chan was in a meeting with one of the younger students, probably the Freshman he was in charge of this year. You, however, were still pouring over the books that were now scattered over the table he had claimed earlier.

“I was thinking we could do something about Thanatos?”

“Who?”

“Exactly.” You slid a book over to Changbin, opened to a chapter about lesser Greek gods. “It might be a neat idea to do an exposition on Thanatos, who is the actual Greek god of Death. As compared to Hades, who is just the god of the Underworld and Lord of the Dead.”

Changbin shook his head. “I don't know, I don't think there would be enough resources to do the project.”

“My other option would be a comparative analysis on the female gods of the underworld versus the male deities?”

Changbin was lost in thought on the text he was reading. He had read about Thanatos before, and knew Hades wasn't the actual god of death, but there was a lot of misunderstanding for the difference between the two. “I think...we can make this work. What if we used different modes of distributing information to kind of gain attention on the subject? There might not be as much resources for it, and we would have to find a creative way to include that part, but I think we could actually do really well on this project with limited research if we used an unconventional method.”

You were fascinated watching the way Changbin lit up as the ideas started coming together for a bigger picture in his head.

“So, I'd like to start with some sort of journal entry. Like a newspaper article, or a magazine cover, something that is a bit more simple, not too much information, but grabs the attention. Then we could do something unique like host a podcast or do a radio infomercial. I think that could really get our professor's attention. After almost twenty years here, he must have seen just about everything. He's never been too hard on us, but I want to give him something that won't be boring.”

“That actually kind of sounds like a good idea! Are you free this weekend? I have a night class tonight, but maybe we could get together and start?”

Changbin was about to agree, but remembered Wooyoung had told him to come along to the party. He was used to turning down the other male, however Wooyoung only threatened him when he really wanted his friend's attention, and last time Changbin turned Wooyoung down to work on an assignment, Wooyoung made his life hell for almost a month after, only settling down once Changbin agreed to do all of his work as well for a month.

“I can't. I already agreed to help Wooyoung this weekend. And, with his short ass attention span, it will take the whole damn weekend to help him get through everything. I'm so sorry.”

“Don't worry about it. We have the whole semester. But, I don't have any plans, so I will get started, and that way you will have a bit less work. I will also try to draw up some kind of plan to divide the labor so we both have something to contribute. Is there anything you feel particularly comfortable with? Or anything you are bad at?”

As their conversation dwindled down, Changbin noticed how late it had gotten and reminded you of your class. Changbin sat in the lab for a little while longer, collecting his thoughts as he gathered his belongings.

“Someone has it bad.”

“What are you talking about, Chan? Whatever, I'm leaving, now. See you later.” Chan waved Changbin off, a little bummed he didn't get another chance to tease the younger.

“Here, just wear this.” Wooyoung pushed some clothes into Changbin's hands and shooed him off to the bathroom. “Why on earth did it take you so long to just choose a freakin outfit?” While Changbin was always reluctant to give any sort of compliments to his best friend, he did have to admit that Wooyoung knew his way around the closet. He had been stuck in it long enough. Changbin smirked at his clever thoughts. But, was impressed with the choice Wooyoung had made. Sexuality aside, Wooyoung knew how to get the girls to fall all over him. It was a gift, truly. And Changbin was lucky enough that Wooyoung was willing to extend that gift to him as well.

Wooyoung let out a wolf whistle as Changbin stepped out from the bathroom. “I did an amazing job, again. You are going to have your hands full while I sneak off to have some fun with San.” Wooyoung chuckled darkly, knowing full well Changbin already knew he was planning on breaking his promise to stick together the whole night. It wasn't that hard to figure Wooyoung out. After all, they had known each other long enough at this point.

The boys walked up to the house party at a quarter past ten, early enough that nothing serious had happened yet, but late enough that they wouldn't be known as the losers who showed up first. Changbin didn't know who lived here, as they had been friends of Wooyoung from some of his other clubs that Changbin avoided at all costs.

It wasn't long before Wooyoung caught sight of the pink-haired boy and was leaving Changbin stranded in the kitchen to awkwardly stand and hope no one wanted to mingle with him.

Changbin was pouring himself a second cup of whatever was mixed in the punch bowl when two towering figures approached him. “You must be Wooyoungie's friend. He's told us a bit about you.” The slightly larger figure offered a hand.

Changbin politely took the man's hand, but slipped away as quickly as he could, really not wanting to interact with anyone. He checked his watch, it had only been twenty minutes. He gave himself til midnight just in case Wooyoung needed to leave, and if not, at least partially convince the younger that he was still a good friend who even waited that long.

Changbin wandered around the house, admiring the décor of the old house. He tested a few handles, discovering what rooms were locked and which were currently occupied or empty. He was used to being let alone with his own thoughts, and exploring was somewhat of a nasty habit when he was left alone.

As he wandered back downstairs, he was surprised at what he found in the living room.

A group of seniors and juniors had gathered around the coffee table, which was filled with cups with various liquids in varying amounts, it appeared. One of the seniors, Changbin was fairly certain it was one of the tenants of the house, seemed to be leading some sort of drinking game. Most of the students sitting around the table had their own cups as well, occasionally taking a sip here and there. However, what really caught Changbin's attention was the figure uncomfortably squished between two excited students.

He sneaked up behind the couch, and got close to your ear before loudly whispering, “I thought you were going to be home working on our project all weekend?”

Changbin's voice caused you to, nearly spilling the contents of the cup of the girl next to her.

“Changbin!? What the fuck?” Your head turned almost as far as it could. Changbin was caught off guard and lost his train of thought as your lips nearly collided with his own.

“Ehem!” The male at the center cleared his throat, begging their attention. “If you're not going to join, then go away.”

“Sorry, we'll be quiet.”

“Nah, now you have to drink. But, you don't get to pick it.” The man stuck his tongue out. “Both of you.”

You agreed to let the leader of the game choose a drink for each of them, and handed Changbin the cup with clearly more liquid. It didn't smell terrible, but the lack of color caused some concern to Changbin. He took a breath to steel himself and chugged the whole thing in one go. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was a fruity flavored rum. Still, he wasn't sure if he wanted to try his luck with the next drink.

Changbin wanted to pull you away from the group, he wanted to talk to you, to apologize for his previous behavior. He wanted to know why you ended up coming to this specific party. He wanted to spend some time alone with you. Instead, he found himself squeezing between the girl to your right and you. He failed to notice the small smile that crept onto your lips.

“Alright, so the next task is..” the guy at the center seemed to think for a second, before a devious smirk came over him. “Next task is to say something to the person on your right something. Preferably a secret.” Changbin glanced at the girl he was now sitting next to, having never seen her in his life, he was hesitant.

However, the voice coming from your left caused him to freeze. He turned to the male who had taken your hand, and watched at the man leaned in close.

“I would let you call me daddy while you ride my dick.” His tongue flicked out, brushing over his lower lip and resting briefly at the corner of his mouth.

An unfamiliar rage flared inside of Changbin. He wasn't used to the feeling. He had been angry before, but something about the lascivious words and salacious action had Changbin surging to his feet.

“The fuck did you just say?” He grabbed the male by the collar, nearly pulling him to his feet. The male simply chuckled and cocked an eyebrow at Changbin. “Why don't you watch the way you talk to a lady? Huh? You can't just go around saying things like that?”

The man grabbed Changbin's hands, pulling the shorter male loose from his shirt, and stood up, standing nearly a full head over Changbin. “It's just a game. And, what are you going to do about it? I told the pretty girl what was on my mind. She's free to take me up on the offer any time. Dude, is she your girlfriend or something?” The male snickered.

“No, but that doesn't...”

“If not, why do you care what another man says to her? How about you let her decide if she is offended by it or not?” Changbin wanted nothing more than to punch this guy in the face. He couldn't believe the actual audacity of some people.

Changbin pushed away from the taller male, instead turned his attention towards you. “If you want to get out of here, I'm leaving now.” Changbin sneered one more time at the man and stormed off, hoping desperately that you would be following him.

He had barely made it to his car when he heard a sound behind him.

“You know, if you're going to tell me to follow you, at least give me a chance to catch up!” Changbin spun around to see the one person he most needed in front of him. “Well, c'mon.” You grabbed at the passenger side door. “Ah, I am so relieved I ran into you.” you sighed as you settled into the front seat. “Sooyoung literally dragged me here! She said that if I didn't come to this stupid party, she wouldn't let me participate in any of the events for the rest of the year. Which is kind of stupid, but honestly I kind of enjoy them. Especially helping out with the Halloween booth. But, when I saw you, I was really relieved. As soon as Sooyoung saw Chan, she was on his dick like a moth to flame. But anyway...”

Changbin zoned out as you continued to ramble. His head spun with the events. He couldn't believe you had actually followed him. And gotten into his car. And was just spilling everything. He wasn't even sure what all you were saying, but he also felt certain you were nervously ranting.

“Are you okay?” He interrupted.

“What?” He couldn't see you look down at your shaking hands.

“Are you alright? That guy...”

“Ah, that. I am okay. It was unexpected. I don't usually go to parties so I didn't know that people actually....ah. Yeah.” You trailed off.

“I've never been that...angry at someone. For something. I felt like my blood was going to boil. I couldn't believe he'd just say something like that! Out loud! In front of people!”

Changbin was shocked when you began to giggle, the sound quickly built a crescendo and filled his car.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I'm just...I was so nervous! How do you respond to something like that? And then you jumped in. And, god you looked so sexy.”

“What?” Changbin was floored.

“Fuck, Changbin, I've never had someone jump to my defense like that. But, you looked like a fucking dark knight in those pants and...honestly my stomach got tied in knots. Are you close? I...don't...hmm.”

“What's wrong?” Changbin turned, more concerned about you, squirming in your seat, over the car-free street he was driving down. It was the middle of the night, and no moving cars were in sight.

“Bini...” you whined and grasped for his hand. “Please hurry.”

The two minute ride was completely silent as Changbin drove the rest of the way to the house he shared with Wooyoung. He knew the other boy would not be home that evening, as he had already made plans to stay with San that night. He wouldn't be home for a couple days if Changbin knew anything about his best friend.

You were shaking as he lead you through his front door. Before he could ask if you were okay again, you were pulling him by the hand to the couch. Your hands were shaking as you settled next to him. “Changbin..” you voice was barely above a whisper, but it affected Changbin in a way he was not prepared for.

“(y/n)?” His eyes didn't leave your pink lips as they closed the distance between his own.

For just a second, your skin lingered over his, a mere breath away. Changbin didn't wait for you to come closer, instead he grabbed either side of your face and pulled you deeply into him. His tongue darted between his lips to slide along the part of your own, begging for entrance, but not waiting for permission.

The moan that came from your throat drowned out the groan that came from his own. He swallowed the sound and drew more from you. His hand slid down to your throat, cold fingers gently wrapped around the column. He pulled you closer for just a moment before he pushed you away, hand still holding you by the neck.

“There's something I haven't been able to...” he swallowed hard, “get out of my head. Since the first day when you uh, got the whipped cream.”

A small giggle bubbled from you. “Just tell me what you want.” Changbin became acutely aware that your hands were clamped on his leather-clad thighs, and the head rush he got made him dizzy. He took three deep breathes to calm himself just enough to speak.

“I want your...ugh!” His hand ran through his hair, knocking the white cap he had been wearing onto the couch, as well as sending the strands of his hair flying in every direction. He looked a hot mess, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, only adding to his sexiness.

“Tell me, Bini, what you want. I need to know.” You whined. You looked up at him, soft lips already looking redder. Your tongue flicked out to wet those plush lips, sending waves of need through Changbin's body. His stomach clenched. “If you don't, I'll have to figure it out myself, won't I?” Your voice sounded innocent, but Changbin knew it was just an illusion. You were toying with him. You were also toying with the belt at his waist. Fingers teasingly tugged at the strap. Changbin was at a complete loss of words.

His hands slid into your hair, tugging you down until you were on the floor, kneeling in front of him. Your eyes were still wide, looking like a naive girl who had no idea what you were doing. He could tell from the faux hesitant actions that you were intentionally riling him up, but by god if it wasn't working. He was going to go straight to hell, and it would be worth every cursed second.

Your warm, pink tongue wet your lips again as fingers danced along the tab of his zipper. That slight release of pressure from his crotch was enough for him to grind his hips upwards. Changbin did not miss the smirk that played over those precious lips.

“Bini,” your voice was still whiny, “What is it that you want? Could you please tell me?”

Something in Changbin's head clicked, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable. “I.....don't think I should say. It's not appropriate.” He cleared his throat.

The facade you were holding broke at his words. “Your dick is five inches from my face and you think it's inappropriate to say what you want?”

“Wha!! It's just...that guy. I don't want to be like him.”

An actual laugh resounded. “Don't worry about things like that. It's a different situation. I am asking you to tell me what it is you want. What you've wanted since we first met?”

Changbin threw his head back, hands covered his face as he groaned.

You pushed yourself up, instead climbing into Changbin's lap. “Would you feel better if we touched a bit more first? Do you want me to tell you what I want from you?”

Changbin dropped his hands, met your gaze. “I mean, maybe it could help? Wh-what do you want from me?”

“First, I want you out of this shirt. You look fucking hot in it, but I know you work out, and I've seen you flex a couple of times and I want to see how you look underneath.” You tugged at his shirt, which was still tucked into his pants. He raised his arms to let roaming hands pull the offending cloth loose and over his head.

A breath hitched as his full chest came into view. “Fuck. You are...” your hands did the talking, grazing over his muscular shoulders, down his defined pecks, over his abdomen. He threw his head back as fingertips skimmed over his erect nipples, you leaned in close and blew against his heated skin, then flicked your tongue out and swirled around the peak. Changbin's hand found it's way back into your hair, drawing you closer to him as he tugged at the locks. His groans were low and gravely.

Your body was pressed in close to Changbin's, not quite touching, but he could feel your heat. Lips grazed along his thick neck, trailing up the throbbing vein, only taking a detour to drag your teeth along the protruding adam's apple, before finally finding purchase against his ear.

“Bini, I wanna know what you can do with those fingers.” Changbin felt you crotch settled against his. He knew he had to be imagining it, but he could almost feel your own throbbing against him. He was hard as a rock, though, and was certain you could feel it against your pussy. You grabbed his free hand, placed it against your neck where his fingers had just been coiled, lead him down the valley of your chest, down your stomach, to find the heat between your legs. Your were still wearing jeans, but he could feel the waves of warmth radiating from the spot you most wanted him.

Changbin didn't hesitate to roll you off of him, slamming your back to the seat of the couch, which elicited a giggle. His fingers made quick work of the button of your jeans, slid the zipper from its place, sliding the material down your hips. He knew he would get a chance to have your pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock, but he could wait. The idea of having you unraveled beneath him, hair messed, lips swollen, naked on your knees, that image toyed in his vision, and he knew that he would make sure it came to fruition. So, he would give you everything you wanted, satisfy every need, and wear you down, before he would ask to have his one wish fulfilled.

Changbin's fingers toyed over you heat, pressing against the cloth covering your swollen lips. He could feel the wet patch already on your panties, and he wasn't above teasing you about it.

“Baby girl, you already made yourself wet? Tell me if it was what that man said to you earlier?” You shook your head furiously to deny his accusation. “No, no way! It was you standing up to him for me. You looked,” a moan interrupted as Changbin pressed his fingers deeper into your still covered entrance, “looked so fucking sexy.” The last bit came out as a mere breath. Changbin happily watched as your chest heaved to catch up. “Bini, please touch me. I need your fingers inside me.” You desperately grabbed his wrist, pulling closer.

“Is that what had you all worked up in the car?” Realization dawned on Changbin. He could have slapped himself from how daft he had been. How could he have missed that you were turned on? He would more than make up for it now though.

“Yes-ahh...there.” Your voice was raised in pitch. One arm was thrown above your head as the other continued to draw him closer. Changbin watched with fascination as your body twisted beneath him.

He brushed the edge of your panties to the side, letting his fingertips slide along your dripping cunt, thirsty for his attention. His eyes flicked down to where his finger disappeared inside her, tongue flitting along his lips as he thought about how sweet your cunt would be. Your chest thrust forward, your own hands were tearing at your remaining clothes, struggling to free yourself from the confines. Changbin chuckled but did nothing to help, the sight threatened to tear him apart, but it was worth it. He slipped another finger inside and watched with amusement as your body twisted like a snake.

Changbin returned her favor by pressing his body against yours, taking it a step further to push you into the cushions of the couch, laying heavily on top of you. His lips brushed along the column of your throat, much the way you had done to him, nipping at the soft flesh just below your jaw, finally finding their way to the sensitive spot just behind your ear. You were moaning already and he wasn't even filling you up. Changbin smirked, his nose crinkling.

“Is that good enough baby girl?”

“Like hell it is!” You were clawing at Changbin's back, leaving bright red marks as your nails tried to sink into his flesh. Your hips were grinding against his hand, and you tried desperately to bury him deeper within. “Jesus, just fuck me with your fingers!” You groaned, head falling back as you were reduced to whimpers.

Changbin took the words to heart and thrust both fingers deep inside her, the palm of his hand pressed against her entrance. He twisted his fingers, wiggling them about tauntingly. But finally brought a sigh when his thumb rubbed against the little nub of your clit. While he knew he was far from an expert, and he might never be able to find the elusive “g-spot”, he did know that the clit was the closest thing to drive a woman crazy. His thumb pressed harder, which earned him a loud moan.

“How about now?”

“Yesss, like that.” Your eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. He could see that soft tongue held between her teeth.

Changbin took the opportunity to nudge your shirt over your chest, a blush crept over his cheeks as he watched your breasts rise and fall from the way his hand moved between your legs. He could feel your thighs occasionally tensing, coming closer before you consciously forced them to part to allow his hand to freely continue. Your chest was splattered with a dark pink blush, which climbed up your neck. Changbin's mouth connected with the curve of your breast, teeth crudely dragged along the tender skin, sucking hard, the spot turning a dark, angry red before a hint of purple appeared. He then moved to the other side, leaving a nearly identical mark in a spot slightly above where the first mirrored.

When he was satisfied with the marks, Changbin slipped his hand between your body and the couch, he struggled to find the clip of your bra as you did your best to still your body to help him out. Finally finding the clasp, Changbin separated the hooks until the article was loosely resting against your body, undone but trapped beneath the shirt you still donned.

Changbin slid one hand beneath the now useless bra, kneading your plump breast. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugged gently, then moved to the other side.

“Ugh!” You had finally gotten fed up with Changbin's slow ministrations and pushed at his chest to sit up and pull the clothing from your body. He watched as your t-shirt and bra joined your jeans on the floor. As soon as you were finished, he pushed you back down and attached his lips to your now exposed nipple. You whined at the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing your breast, while his hand worked on teasing the other nipple.

His tongue swirled around the rosy peak, wetting your nipple before he blew a stream of air directly onto the wet skin. This earned him a rough tug at his hair, but only caused him to smirk and nip at the skin.

As Changbin continued to toy with his catch, he could feel your legs begin to shake from the pressure of his fingers, your thighs tried to clamp around his hand. However, he settled further between your legs, forcing you to wrap them around his waist instead of closing around his hand.

“Tell me, baby girl,” his voice had dropped a couple notes, “do you want to come against my hand?”

You breathed in, ready to answer, when Changbin cut you off.

“If you say yes,” he nuzzled her neck, “this will be over so soon. I can't promise I won't finish if my cock is buried inside you. But,” he nipped at your skin, “I can keep going if you want?” Changbin smirked at the whine his words elicited. He knew you wanted more, knew he could go longer with you if it was wanted, and the way your body was grinding against his, he knew you wanted it.

As Changbin's fingers worked harder to bring you to a climax, he crushed his mouth to yours. He was so desperate to see your lips swollen and bruised because of him. He so badly wanted your lips, puffy from his kisses, wrapped around his dick. The image had him moving more roughly against your entrance, thumb pressed harder into your clit, and he suddenly felt you unravel against him.

“Yes, that's it. That's my good girl, come for me, baby.”

Changbin's voice was rough and had you whimpering as you fell apart from his fingers.

As your heartbeat returned to a less erratic pace, Changbin pressed a more gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Do you want more? Do you want to tell me what you want from me now? Or do you want me to guess?”

“Changbin, you are incorrigible.” You scoffed. He chuckled.

“Sit up.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to sit up.”

Changbin moved away so you could do just that. You watched him as he knelt onto the floor in front of you, then turned you to face him, parted your legs, and moved between them. He tugged at your panties, dragging the clothing off your body. His eyes went back to the dripping treat before him. His tongue flicked over his lips in anticipation.

Finally realizing what Changbin was going to do, your hands hungrily grabbed at his locks, pulling him closer to your already soaking core. Changbin chuckled as he happily obliged. His lips locked onto your pussy, instantly lapping up the juices that had spilled already. His eyes rolled back as he tasted her salty, sweet cum.

“Fuck..” Changbin groaned, the vibrations sending sweet waves throughout your body. You relaxed deeper into the couch, one hand tangled in Changbin's hair as the other played with your own tits. You occasionally urged him closer, and other times pulled sharply at his hair.

Changbin's arms encircled your hips, drawing them upwards, allowing him to bury his face deeper between your legs. His tongue fervently delved deeper inside, making his way as deep into your core as he could reach. The muscle twisting and pressing against your walls desperate to bring you pleasure. He felt your hips grind against him, causing him to groan loudly.

Changbin seldom found himself eating a girl out, but never failed to enjoy doing so. This time, though, he was feasting as if his life depended on it.

He withdrew his tongue to tease your lips with his teeth, scraping them along the sensitive skin, tugging and nipping.

“Biiinni, please...god.” you gasped.

He continued to suck and reburied his tongue inside of you, wishing he hadn't already made plans for himself, so he could bury his cock so far inside of you that you would be feeling him for days. Or more so, feeling the absence of him. He wanted to make sure you would remember how he felt buried inside. But, he promised himself he would do that next time, if there was going to be a next time.

This time, he would try to make you come as hard as you could with his mouth.

He swallowed you juices, not allowing anything to escape his thirsty trap, his tongue hungrily licking even the corners of his own mouth to contain the taste, not wanting to waste a single drop.

You fingers tore at his hair, leaving him looking as much of a mess as you felt. He drew your hips even closer, unsure how to eliminate the remaining space between you, wanting to become so close there was no distinction between you and him.

“S-stop...I'm...Bini...” You whimpered.

“Come on, you can come for me again.”

“It's...ah, it's too much!!”

“It's okay, baby girl. Good girl, yes like that.”

He could feel your walls closing around his tongue, more of that thick fluid sliding down his throat, covering his lips and dribbling down his chin. When your hips stuttered against him, body slumped forward, he knew he finally had you spent.

Changbin crawled back over you, and kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue between your lips, letting you taste yourself from his mouth.

“How are you doing, baby girl?”

“Fuck Changbin...” Your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. He could feel your hips gently push against his thigh.

“Use your words, baby girl. Do you want more?”

“Bini,” your eyes were a bit hazy as you looked up at him through heavy lids, “You never told me what you wanted.”

“Not until I know you can't take anymore. I want to know you are satisfied.” He gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Tell me what else I can do for you.”

“You can tell me what you want.” Your lips made way to his neck, suckling roughly. He could feel your heated chest against his own. Both your breathing was rough. “Tell me, Changbin, please?” You whispered against his ear. He groaned as his resolve cracked.

“I will tell you, if you promise you will let me know if you can handle more after I tell you?”

“I promise.”

Changbin groaned, he pulled away to meet your eyes. He loved the way you looked so thoroughly fucked. Your hair could have been a bit messier, but he was willing to fix that problem. Your lips were red and swollen from his kisses, but also slightly cracked from the way your teeth dug into the skin as he had you coming the second time.

“Okay, I want,” he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “you on your knees as your pretty lips swallow my dick whole. I want to watch as I fuck your face. I want you to look up at me as tears fill your beautiful eyes while you choke on my dick. But, I want you so fucked out and helpless as you look up at me. Do you think you can be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” His fingers were closed around your throat, thumb rubbing along the length. “Do you think you can do that for daddy?”

Your eyes went wide. “Fuck.” The word was a mere hiss.

When you pushed against him, Changbin felt his heart drop. He was sure you would be turned off and disturbed by his request. However, it stopped for a full second before hammering into overdrive as you settled on her knees in front of him.

“Like this?” There was a brief pause, tongue nervously flicked out, as you hesitated, “Daddy?”

Changbin let out an audible groan at the word. He rarely liked to be called that, but the way you had looked up at him with those innocent eyes earlier, all he wanted was to hear you submit to him just like this.

“That's a good girl.” He muttered as he slid to the edge of the couch, guiding you closer to him. You reached out to finish opening his pants. The leather was cool against your sweating palms, you found yourself rubbing your hands up and down his thighs. “You're probably going to be the death of me.” Changbin growled, fingers twisting in the locks of your hair.

“Good.” You mumbled, hands still fumbling with his pants. “Because I'm pretty sure you killed me at least twice, and I want payback.” You glanced up, a smirk across your lips.

Changbin pulled roughly at your hair, eliciting a yelp. “Just be a good girl and suck me off already.”

“Yessir.” you taunted.

You finally peeled back the leather pants, sliding them along with his boxers down to his knees. A fairly loud gasp came from you as you finally took in his full erect cock.

“What is it?” Changbin worried his bottom lip with his teeth, fearing you were going to be unimpressed. He was sure he had thoroughly satisfied you, and now he was so close to the heaven he was a patient good boy for, and you weren't going to give in because he was less than you expected. He knew he wasn't the biggest in that area, but he was fairly confident he was endowed enough to please a woman. He had been told once or twice that he was surprisingly good. He had also been turned down a small handful of times after a girl had gotten him out of his pants.

“You're so...” your voice trailed off as you took his penis into your hands, using both to encircle his thickness.

“So....?”

Your eyes flicked up to him and you smiled sweetly. “Are you worried?”

“Fuck yes, just tell me.”

“Or,” you leaned in, “I can show you?”

Not giving him time to reply, you enclosed him into your mouth. He watched as your eyes widened, mouth stretching to accommodate his size. He felt you run your tongue along the bottom of his length, sending his back arching, eyes fluttered shut when it came to swipe along the tip.

“How was that?” You whispered as you released him with a pop.

“So good.” He met your eyes again and continued to watch as you returned to bring him into your mouth, one hand wrapped around the base, holding him steady so you could bob your head up and down along him. Your tongue swirled around him, as much as possible, as you struggled to keep him inside. You paused a few times to breathe in deeply, but would always take him back in.

He watched as a single tear drop rolled down your cheek, reached up to brush it away with his thumb, brought it to his mouth and sucked the drop away. You looked so good taking him as well as you could. God he could watch your head bouncing up and down all day. He enjoyed the way you pulled away to tentatively poke out your tongue and lick his head like a lollipop, then sucked away the leaking precum.

“D...daddy?” You mewled, your nails dug into his thighs, he could tell you were somewhat nervous.

“What is it, baby girl?” He choked on the words.

“Am I doing okay? A-are you enjoying this?”

“More than I could tell you.” He stroked your cheek for just a second before pulling you back onto his throbbing cock. His hips jolted forward before you were fully settled, and something about the strangled sound coming from your throat, the way your throat closed around him, had him groaning in rapture. He continued thrusting in, watching you desperately try to keep up with him. Your body moved up, hands gripped his thighs tightly, as you tried to move with each thrust.

Changbin's head rolled back on the edge of the couch as his hips drove deeper into your mouth. His hands were both buried in her hair, tugging you down while holding you as still as possible. The sight of your drool spilling down your chin, soon to be mixed with his cum, had him circling the edge. He wanted to feel more, have your teeth against the sensitive skin, have you whimpering, have you shamelessly moaning his name as you took him deeper. His hips stuttered to a halt as he finally exploding in your mouth.

He looked down to see the way the white beads dribbled down your jaw, your tongue flicked out to catch what you could, the back of your hand wiping away what you couldn't. Your eyes never broke contact with his as you did so.

He reached down to capture your jaw, holding you in place as he slid down to kneel in front of you. As you maintained eye contact, he leaned in, your bodies pressed together, his lips made contact with yours in a soft, but searing kiss. Changbin held you in his arms, refusing to let go until he had his fill.

You finally pushed at his chest, giggling as you did so. “Bini, stop! That's ticklish!”

“What is?” He pulled away, a giggle bubbling up from him as well.

“Your hair! I can feel it all over my face.”

“Ah, is that so?” He leaned in, rubbing his hair against your face. “How is this?” He was still giggling as he pulled you closer, unwilling to part just yet.

“Yesss!!!” You pushed at his chest, but found yourself wrapping your hands around his arms. Your giggles slowly turned into soft moans. “Bin, ah...” Your forehead was pressed against him. “I um...I enjoyed that. Doing that with you.”

“Me too.” He left a quick peck on your lips.

“I have a secret.” your voice was almost too low to hear, but Changbin managed to pick up on the words.

“What's that?”

“I might have suggested to Wooyoung to switch partners. I uh...I was hoping I'd get to work with you, but Sooyoung told me that you and Wooyoung always worked together. I never thought we'd do this. But, you're so cute that I wanted the chance to work with you.”

A low rumble came from Changbin's chest as he began to laugh. “You manipulated Wooyoungie to convince the professor to split us up, because you knew he would pair you and me if Wooyoung decided to follow his dick, because you wanted to just work with me? Without expectations?”

“I mean, I wouldn't say there were no expectations. Of course I was hoping it would come to....something like this. But, it wasn't like I would be disappointed if it didn't?”

“Does Wooyoung know you think I'm cute?” Changbin nuzzled your neck.

“Um, no. Only Sooyoung does.”

“If Sooyoung knows, than Chan knows. You are aware of that, right?”

You groaned. “No..ugh. He will find no end in teasing me if he ever finds out we did this. So, don't tell him.”

“That's going to be hard. Pretty sure he already knows that I was...more than interested in you. And also, he's going to be the first to know when we fuck somewhere in the Language Arts building.”

“Uh, what?”

“Oh yeah. You didn't think I was going to be done with you after one night, did you? Hell nah. I'm going to make sure I have made sure you are never going to be fulfilled by another man before I let you get away from me.” Changbin held you closer. “I might even wait until we are both old and wrinkly. There is a teachers' bathroom on the third floor that no one actually ever uses. I will probably have to suck off Chan to get the code for it, but I think it'll be worth it. That's probably how he'll find out I'm banging you in there. But, it is definitely going to be worth it.”

“Wait, why are you the one sucking off Chan?”

“Because there is no way I'm going to let you near him until I know you are done for other men, duh.”

“Wait, is that what Wooyoung told Chan that you were bitching about the other day?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

“You are-”

“Sexy? Amazing? The cutest?” Changbin flashed a dazzling smile.

“Yes. All of those things.” You stretched in Changbin's arms. “But, it is also really late, and I should get back, now.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I didn't drive myself to the party, and I am sure Sooyoung will be worried about me.”

Changbin scoffed. “Sooyoung is definitely not worried about you.”

“Why would you say that?” You looked worried, and slightly upset.

“Because she knew damn well that Wooyoung had forced me to go to that stupid party. She never would have left you alone for that long if she didn't suspect that I would end up taking you home. And, your phone hasn't gone off this whole time. You really think she doesn't know that I have you?”

“Okay, those are all reasonable. But also, suspicious. And rude. Wow, she really just abandoned me so you could shoot your shot. What an asshole.”

“Yeah, I mean that sounds exactly like something Sooyoung would do. I am just surprised Chan hasn't started bitching me out for bringing you here? Anyway, you're staying here tonight, because tomorrow I am going to show you what this dick can really do.”

“Uh, we are supposed to start working on our assignment this weekend? And don't think I've forgotten that you lied to me about being busy with Wooyoung all weekend.”

“That!! Was a lie, I admit. But, I promise to make up for it.” Changbin's nose scrunched cutely. You pushed him away, tried to crawl farther away, but Changbin followed, whining.

“Nah, don't look at me like that. And find me some clothes. I am filthy because of you.”

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