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minnielvr · 8 months

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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 8 : "party"

y/n received a text from hyunjin saying that he left, so she made her way out of her dorm too.

"y/n be safe!!" yunjin called from behind

"yea and if you go home with hyunjin tell us!" hanni called out and snickered.

y/n scoffed and whispered a little 'fuck off' under her breath. why does everyone thinks she likes him?

y/n soon arrived at the party and was about to text hyunjin until she felt a pair of big hands cover her eyes and ask, "guess who?" she pushed his hands off and said "well hello to you too hyunjin."

the two then walked inside and hyunjin was bombarded by a wave of people, asking him what was he doing here and what his plans were. he realized that he came here for you and didn't want you to be uncomfortable so he told everyone that he was just going to chill.

y/n was standing there awkwardly until hyunjin waved his hand in front of her face.

"helloooo y/nn!! you there?"

"huh uh- yeah sorry i just got zoned out." she lied. y/n did not get zoned out. what actually happened was she locked eyes with jang wonyoung, the campus IT girl. she had everyone wrapped around her finger, except y/n of course. y/n was scared that wonyoung would see her with hyunjin and start some rumors, so she quickly pulled him along.

"lets go get some drinks hyunjin" she pulled him along

"wow i didn't expect you to be that enthusiastic" he smiled

the two made it to the drink table and ended up taking one too many shots. next thing you know they're all over each other, dancing together to the rythm of the music. all was well until wonyoung walked up to the two of them and pushed y/n off him.

that sobered her up real quick. who gave that bitch permission to put her hands on her?

"wonyoung what the fuck?" y/n yelled

"sorry y/n, its just that, my hyunjinnie promised me that he would spend some time with me. and i really miss him." she sighed and gave an innocent look.

that confused y/n even more. are they dating? why didn't hyunjin tell her? why does she care so much?

"uhmmm w-what are you taaalking about....wonyoung" hyunjin was still very drunk and didn't know what was going on.

"awww baby its okay," she moved his bang out of his eyes, "me and you can go have some fun now" she smirked and started taking him to a room.

but y/n wasn't having any of that. it's one thing to interrupt them and make false claims, but now she was about to do something to hyunjin while he was drunk? yea, no way. so y/n blocked the door with her body and looked at wonyoung.

"can't you see he's drunk?" y/n asked

"okay. and?" wonyoung laughed

"if you take him into that room while he's not in his right mind, that would be considered as assault."

a few people standing by heard the commotion and all gasped. they all thought wonyoung was doing something bad. wonyoung took notice of everyones reaction and immediately pushed hyunjin away towards y/n and faced their little audience.

"n-no. guys trust me it's not what you think! i didn't know he was drunk i swear!!" she started to fake cry and ran off.

after that, everyone disappeared, going off to do their own thing.

y/n sighed to herself and looked at hyunjin, he was resting half his body on her, almost passed out.

"now what do we do with you..." she sighed and then managed to drag him outside, she then asked which was his car so she could put him inside the passenger seat.

"hyunjin. hyunjin!!!" y/n called out

"y-yeaaa" he raised his head up from her shoulder.

"which car is yours?" she grabbed his chin and turned it to the front where all the cars were.

"ohhhh you know....the really fast one."

"wowww thats so cool!!! which color though?" y/n decided to play along so he could answer her faster

"rrred." then he pointed at his car.

y/n made hyunjin stand up as much as he could and she lead them over to his car. once they got to it, y/n took a moment to appreciate it. it was a red porshce 911.

"can you give me your keys hyunjin?" y/n put her hand out.

"mmmmmm no!" he laughed

"hyunjin i really need those keys so we can put you in there and get you home" y/n was growing irritated now. he's like a baby.

"but i don't wanna go home....i wanna stay here with you." he said the last part in a whisper while pouting at her.

y/n's breath hitched. why does she have butterflies in her stomach all of a sudden? it's just the alcohol speaking, she told herself. but then again, a drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts right? it was all so confusing for her.

"you don't mean that hyunjin. you're drunk. now please give me your keys."

hyunjin gave her his keys reluctantly and let her seat him inside. once she got inside and buckled up, she turned her head to hyunjin to ask the way to his house. but before she could ask, she saw that he fell asleep.

she chuckled to herself and pushed his head towards the window so he wouldn't have a sore neck. but now the problem was, how could she get back to his house? so she texted felix and asked for their address, explaining what happened.

they arrived in front of his house and y/n lightly tapped hyunjins shoulder to wake him up.

"hyunjinnn, we're here. wake up!" she said in a shushed tone

"mmmm not yet." he turned towards her and was about to grab her hand until she saw felix open the door.

"heyyy y/n thanks for dropping him off. i know he's hard to deal with" he started to put hyunjins arm over his own."

"ah its not problem really. anyway i should get going now. bye!" she gave him a little smile and a slight wave.

"wait! you're just going to walk? i mean...its pretty far from here and it's night time..." he stopped her

"oh its no biggie, i'll be quick and i'm sure nothing will happened. have a good night!" and with that, she was off.

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maochira · 9 months

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My path. (dad!Ego)

Synopsis: You tell your father you don't want to follow your his dream anymore.

Word count: 2,3k

Tags: gn!Ego's kid!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, reader is in Blue Lock (Ego would let his kid participate regardless of gender), Ego is aged up so him having a teenage kid makes sense (I say this all the time), very dialogue heavy

"Dad? Can we talk?" You've knocked at your father's office three times by now, but he still hasn't responded. "Dad? Helloooo?"

After not receiving a response once more, you decide to just enter the room. This has happened a few times already, so it's nothing new to you. Ego tends to get lost in his work and doesn't hear you knocking or calling for him. Usually, Anri would hear you and open the door, but she's not in there at the moment.

And that's good. There's something you want to talk to your father all alone.

Ego only notices you when you sit down on the chair next to him. It's specifically there for you to sit down whenever you want to spend time with your father.

"Oh? I didn't hear you coming in."

"You didn't hear me knocking four times either..." You mumble in a rather sad voice.

Ego turns off his computer screens to look at you. "What brings you here?" He can already guess there's something important you want to tell him, considering the way your voice just sounded.

"There's something I've been thinking about a lot lately and..." You start but quickly stop again to take a deep breath. You already know your father won't react well to this.

"...And you want to talk to me about it?" He asks and turns his chair a little in your direction to look at you better. "Go on, tell me what's going on in your head."

For a moment, you collect as much strength as you can before saying what's been plaguing your mind for days, or even weeks, at this point. "Well, uhm. I've thought about... You know, returning to my old soccer club."

Ego stares back at you in disbelief. "And why would you want that?"

It's already obvious that he's completely against your idea, but at least he's trying to hear you out on the reasoning.

You take another deep breath before responding. "I just... I don't really know. Blue Lock doesn't feel like the place where I belong."

It's a bit hard to figure out what exactly your father is feeling right now because neither his facial expression nor his voice gives away any specific indicator. But you can figure out a concerned undertone. "No no, don't say something like that. Blue Lock is the perfect place for you. It's the best way to achieve your dream."

"About that..." You laugh nervously, now getting even more worried about how your father will react to what you're going to tell him next. "I... I don't think I-"

The way Ego looks at you makes it hard to tell him. You'd trust your father with everything, but when it comes to soccer he's very sensitive and things can turn into arguments easily. It's happened over small things in the past, so you can only imagine how it will turn out now.

You can't bear to keep looking at your father while saying it, so you turn your gaze down to the floor.

"...I don't want to be the world's best striker. Not anymore."

There it is. The truth is out.

"Repeat that. And look at me when you say it."

"Dad I-"

"Repeat it right now."

Even though Ego tends to be a bit strict sometimes and you've had arguments in the past, not once in your life have you been afraid of your father or worried about his reaction to anything. But his tone has never been as strict as it is right now. It's almost threatening.

"Dad, I..." You look back up at him, but instead of repeating what you said you break out into tears. "I'm sorry, I just... I don't feel like this is what I'm meant for."

Ego sees the tears running down your face, but he doesn't say anything about them. Instead, his voice only gets stricter with the concerned undertone from before completely disappearing. "I spent all these years training and preparing you for your future. I even let you join Blue Lock, just for you to ask to go back to your old club?"

In any other situation, seeing you cry would have made Ego calm down immediately so he could comfort you. But this is about soccer, your future, and your dream. It's nothing he's currently willing to calm down about.

"Dad, please let me e-"

"I wasn't done talking!" The sudden rise in Ego's voice startles you, but he ignores that and continues talking without care. You've genuinely never seen your father as careless as this regarding your feelings ever before.

"I'm not letting you give up on this. You've dreamed of becoming the world's best striker since you were little and you've been getting closer and closer to achieving that. Why do you want to let go of all your potential and just quit?"

Ego's last sentence confuses you. "I'm not asking to quit soccer, I'm just asking to return to my old club."

"In my eyes, that's the same thing."

"But I-"

"You are not leaving Blue Lock. Understood?" A frustrated sigh can be heard from your father as he puts his head into his hands. "What in the world even led you to that conclusion? What makes you want to quit on your dream?"

By now, you somewhat stopped crying. Tears are still about to roll down your cheeks at any second, but you're trying your best to keep them in. "I don't think I have what it takes to be the world's best."

Ego's eyes widen at your response. He genuinely seems shocked to hear something like that from you. "Why would you think that? You have the potential. You can become the world's best."

"...Stop lying to me, dad."

"What?" He's even more shocked about that response. Not only because you're accusing him of lying, but also because he's not used to you talking back to him.

"You're lying to me. You don't genuinely believe I could be the world's best."

At this point, Ego's frustration is turning into anger. "Don't talk to me like that!"

"But I'm right!"

"Oh, and what makes you think you're so right about this?"

"If you always only wanted me to be the world's best, why create Blue Lock in the first place? Why make 300 strikers go against each other? Why make me compete against them when it's so obvious that it's gonna be one of them someday?! Why give 300 others the chance to become the best striker but at the same time you're telling me that I'll be the best!"

"No, you don't understand. You know the circumstances in Blue Lck have always been necessary for-"

"You're just saying that to find some sort of justification. Just admit it. You gave all of them the same chance as me because you don't believe I'll make it."

"Don't interrupt your father like that! When did you become so disrespectful?!" Ego raises his voice even louder than before.

"And when did you stop caring about my feelings?!" You talk back once more.

Ego takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. He hates letting his anger out on you, even if you're the cause of it.

"(Y/N), please listen to me." His voice is a lot calmer now, but it's still tense. "I genuinely believe you could be the world's best striker one day. But there are others who have the same potential, so you need to compete against them do push and challenge yourself."

"And what if I don't want that anymore? What if I just want to go back to the soccer I used to play with my old team? I still have chances of going pro there. I was already playing in higher leagues before this entire Blue Lock thing started..."

As much as you're trying to explain your standpoint, Ego still doesn't seem to understand you. Maybe because he doesn't want to. "But why would you want to go that way? You have chances of joining the national team if you keep doing well in the Neo Egoist League."

"It's not what I want."

"It's what you've always wanted."

"It's not what I want anymore!"

"Are you just having another one of those stubborn phases?!"

"...Whatever." You let out a short sigh before getting up from your chair.

You're about to turn away so you can leave the room, but then Ego gets up as well and grabs your arm. "You're not just leaving like this."

"And why? We're not getting anywhere with this, no matter what I try."

"You can't just leave in the middle of a conversation like this. Have some more respect for your father."

"Have some more respect for your child's feelings..." You mumble under your breath, but it's just loud enough for Ego to hear.

He's about to scold you, but he's aware how that would only result in more arguing and yelling at each other. So instead, he decides to take a calmer approach.

"Alright. Sit back down and tell me about your feelings." He doesn't sound as genuine as he usually would, but you decide it's better than nothing and sit back down in your chair. Shortly after, Ego sits back down as well.

You're trying to stay calm and want to avoid raising your voice again. It's hard because you're still hurt, but you hope to finally get your father to understand you about this.

"I don't feel like Blue Lock is the place where I'm meant to be. I don't feel like the national team is where I'm meant to end up. I want to go pro, yes. But... not like this. Not as big as this."

Ego sighs and tries to stay as calm as you, but he still doesn't see where you're coming from. "I still don't understand how you would come to such a conclusion in the first place. It's what you've always dreamed of since you were a child. Why would you throw away your childhood dream when you're so close to reaching it?"

"Because I've realized..." You take a short pause to think, looking down at the floor again. It's hard to keep eye contact in moments like these. "I don't really know, to be honest. I've just felt so out of place among all the others ever since the Neo Egoist League started."

Ego nods and needs a bit to figure out what to answer. But his response still isn't what you'd like to hear from him at the moment. "If you ask me, I believe this is just a phase. You're not used to the Neo Egoist League yet, so take some more time before you make final decisions."

"I really don't feel comfortable staying in it anymore, dad."

As much as he's tried to stay calm, this is where Ego is starting to lose his temper again. Well, at least he's not raising his voice again - just the undertone gets rather aggressive. "And what do you want me to do now? Just let you drop out of Blue Lock and leave what you've been working for behind? You seriously want me to let you return to that soccer club that never challenged you as much as you needed?"

"...Yeah?"

Ego shakes his head in frustration. "I would never let that happen. (Y/N), I'm your father. It's my job to guide you and I have to continue guiding you this way even if you don't want to. I know what's best for you. And what's currently the best for you is to not give up on your dream."

"It's not my dream, dad. It's yours."

"Ours."

You manage to make eye contact again. "Yours."

"(Y/N), come on-"

"I'm old enough to decide these things on my own."

"You're not."

"What?" You look at your father in disbelief.

He's always pushed you to do things on your own because he knows how strong you are. But suddenly, he seems to have changed his mind on this.

"You might currently think this is a good idea, but when you get older you're going to regret it. Come on, stay on your current path."

"If I regret it, then it's my own fault. And besides, I can still go pro and I'd even have the chance to join the national team if I really wanted to, even if I returned to my old team. Don't you remember I already had great chances before?"

"It's not the path you're going to go." By now, it seems as if Ego is understanding where you're coming from, but he's not willing to back down. All his arguments seem to consist of 'You have to go the path I chose for you' despite that not even being what you want.

"...I'm sick of going the path you're laying out for me when it's my career." And with this, you get up from your chair again, but not turning away to leave just yet. Not before you've said your last thoughts. "When it comes to literally everything else, you let me decide on my own. Just when it comes to soccer you need full control. And I... I don't want that. I feel uncomfortable and you literally don't care about that because all you want is for me to follow your dream that you've raised me with. Why did you raise me to be egotistical with soccer, only to not let me be egotistical when I ask to go my own path now?"

Your words feel like a knife stabbed right into Ego's heart. He knows you're right. He doesn't respond anymore and just watches you walk away.

But he knows there's a lot he should reconsider now.

And there's definitely something he needs to fix and change about himself.

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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The Bartender

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve just met JJ Maybank at a bar across town. Desperate for something - and someone - different, you’re soon taken by his Pogue charm. What happens when he suggests an after hours rendezvous?

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote for JJ but this kept flowing and flowing. It’s waaaay longer than I had originally thought, but I hope you like it! Also sorry I’ve been AWOL recently. Life is super busy but I try and still find time to write from time to time so will definitely keep posting fics ❤️

Warnings: All the smut. Choking kink, rough sex, dirty talking

You pushed down your dress as you stepped out of the taxi, smoothing the material as you thanked the guy for dropping you off. You were about half an hour from home; and it might have seemed crazy to have spent so much money to go to some dingy bar when you lived in the centre of town with tens of fancy bars around you. You just needed out, out of the same place, the same bars - and the same men. You just wanted different.

As you stepped into the bar, you noticed how dark it was, the lighting barely even managing to lift the brightness in there against the contrast of the dark wood furnishings. You took a step towards the bar, your heels clacking against the sticky floor below. Finding yourself a seat at the bar, you swivelled yourself around before coughing quietly to get the barman’s attention. There was no response. You coughed again.

“Helloooo?” you said, tapping your nails impatiently against the bar. No response. Who was this joke of a barman and how did any of these other people have their drinks if he couldn’t even respond to a simple request. “Hellooo?” you repeated yourself, using the base of your hand to tap him on the shoulder.

“One second, one second,” he said, complaining as he turned around. He seemed shocked to be met with your eyes, and not that of an old man ordering another pint of beer. You gave him a small smile, as his eyes scanned yours then down to your lips, down to your neck, and finally your breasts, which let’s be honest were completely in view. His eyes trailed down further to your stomach, covered with your tight dress, before the bar stopped him from viewing any lower, which he had of most definitely wanted to.

“Uh sorry,” he muttered, embarrassed by his little outburst earlier. He paused, composed himself before adding in a flirty tone: “So what can I get you beautiful? A drink, my phone number?” You snorted, raising your eyebrows and shaking your head as he winked at you. You took the brief moment of silence to admire his arms, clearly in view as he was wearing a cut off shirt. You peered down to his chest muscles, poking out the sides from behind the material and making you curious what might be under his top even more so.

“I’ll take the drink thanks,” you said back, flashing him a small smile as he slid over a chalkboard with some ‘daily specials’ written on them. It looked like it had been there for the last three years or more. “Or maybe I can get you something else, throw something special together?”

“Can you make a mai tai?” you quizzed, him nodding as he threw a wink at you before disappearing under the bar to get a glass and whatever else he needed. As he started to assemble the bottles he needed, which probably hadn’t been used much since everyone else was drinking beer, he glanced back over at you.

“You haven’t told me what a beautiful girl like you is doing here on this side of town. We don’t get your kind of clientele in here.” You looked around, seeing everyone much older - and male. And all Pogues for sure.

“No I can see,” you replied, pulling out your phone and scrolling through social media as you waited for your drink. “You must be the life and soul of the party.” He laughed, shaking his head and flashing you a smile.

“You misunderstand me mama,” he mumbled, “We don’t get beautiful girls like here. Or sexy ones that come in here with all their curves on display in a tight black dress like yours.” You shook your head and laughed; gosh he really was bold - but you kind of liked it.

“Don’t think I put this sexy dress on to kiss someone like you,” you replied, adjusting your dress and pulling it down so it exposed your cleavage a bit more. Intentionally or unintentionally; he would never know. “You think I squeezed myself into this dress to have your hands all over me?” You raised your eyebrows as he gulped hard, nearly spilling the cocktail tumbler he was making the drink in. “Or to have you rip it off me later?” He stopped dead in his tracks, slamming the tumbler down as he questioned what he should say next.

He went to speak but you got there first. “Cos you’re not getting a chance with someone like me.” Your confidence only made him want you more, as he hung onto every single word you said, desperate for something, anything. What JJ Maybank couldn’t have, he wanted more.

A couple of hours had passed and you were leaning across the bar now, grabbing at a bottle of alcohol and pouring both him and you a big glug of the liquid. Rum, vodka, gin, whatever it might have been.

“You’re gonna get me sacked, or killed,” he said with a laugh, shaking his head before he downed the contents of the glass you slid in front of him. He’d been with you all night, only briefly disappearing when someone else had ordered a drink. He was stood next to the bar, the empty glass in front of him. You took a moment to notice the muscles in his arms, tensing hard and each muscle popping perfectly as he sprawled out his hands on the dark furniture. You noticed the scratches and cuts on the top of his hands, the way his fingers were so long… you stopped your thoughts dead in their tracks and looked up and offered him another flirty smile.

“So what brings you out here then? You never told me,” he asked, raising his eyebrows and flashing you a cocky look. You gave back just as good as you got.

“Wanted a change of scene, something different,” you replied, elongating the last word.

“Someone different?” JJ quizzed, winking at you. You replied by simply biting your lip. “Cos if you’re game, so am I. After my shift of course.” You contemplated the idea for a moment. This would definitely get you out of your rut. You looked into his eyes, biting your lip as you scanned his face to try and read his mind. He kept your gaze, you only dropping it as you noticed him lift his hands off the bar and clean one of the washed glasses with a towel. Your eyes were completely focused on his hands and what they could do if they were all over you.

“I’m game, let’s just see if you can handle me.”

“Oh mama, you only need to be worried about handling me; there’s a lot to - handle.” He flashed you a wink and smirked at you, his hand ghosting across your arm before he moved himself away to serve someone else.

Your eyes flicked immediately to the clock, 15 more minutes to wait. The bar was closing at 10pm (yes really). He noticed your gaze as he interrupted the silence with: “My place is 15 minutes away, think you can wait half an hour?” He cocked his eyebrow at his own comment, a smile spreading on his lips. You grabbed his vest top and pulled him closer, your breath fanning on his lips and skin as you leant forward and whispered into his ear, your voice soft but a determined tone to it.

“I don’t think I can even wait 15 minutes. How about we just find a quiet place outside of here?” JJ pulled back from you and immediately reached for the bell, ringing for last orders. He just needed you straight away; the flirting - and waiting - had been absolutely agonising for him too and he was sure there was already a tent in his pants, which no doubt grew when you whispered those lustful words into his ear.

“Last orders, quick,” he shouted, you chuckling at his eagerness as a couple of clients headed to the bar clearly completely unaware of his big rush. You’d never seen someone pour two pints so quickly - and badly, but the clients didn’t seem to care and handed over the money. He shoved it into the register and came back over to you. “Come on, let’s go,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the back exit door of the bar. You scanned your brain for thoughts on whether this was a good idea. Very clearly, your mind said it wasn’t - so of course, you proceeded as planned.

Out the back of the bar, there was a little alleyway, light low from the nearby street lamp but otherwise pitch black. You could see his strong jawline and features illuminated by the moonlight. He looked flawless, his arm muscles tense as he grabbed at you, his hands finally getting to explore you like he had wanted to all night. The movements of his hands sent shockwaves all over your skin and you melted into his body as he moved his hands down your arms and around your back, pulling you closer, before clutching at your waist.

“Wish I could see you naked but there’s no time, I’ll just have to feel you instead,” he whispered, his lips moving all over your neck and collarbone, the outfit you were wearing clearly making things very easy for him to access. His hands pushed roughly at the bottom of your dress, pushing it up to your hips. The sudden cool temperatures of the Outer Banks hit your skin and goosebumps came all across your body. You gasped at the feeling, his hands exploring you in a way no man’s had before. He was hungry, needy for you and it showed in the way he ran his rough hands over your thighs, your hips and down to your ass where he squeezed you, a wicked smile on his face before he dove back to kiss your neck again and leave marks there.

“So fucking sexy, where have you been all my life?” he muttered, his breath short as he explored your body with his hands and mouth. No bare skin was missed as he moved his fingers and lips all over you.

“About half an hour away,” you teased. You’d been a resident for the Outer Banks your entire life. He’d just missed you every single time. Plus you were a Kook and he was a Pogue and they just didn’t get on. “Fuck J.” Your thoughts were pulled from flirting with him when you felt him nip your neck roughly. You weren’t sure if he was drawing blood with how rough his kisses and bites were. But whatever he was doing, you wanted more and more.

“Feeling good mama?” he groaned, his eyes glancing over to look at yours. You had your eyes screwed shut, your body pressed roughly against the wall behind you, dress hitched up around your hips and moans spilling from your lips with every single movement he made. “Bet you’re soaking wet for me. Bet you have been all night.”

His words dripped with sexual tension and undertones, as you reached for his hand that was your hip and held it against your core. You bucked your hips forward into his hand, moaning as you felt his cold fingers against your soaking wet core. Even through the lace of your underwear, the sensation was incredible. You felt JJ push your panties to the side and his finger slipped through your folds. You groaned at the feeling, rocking your hips against his hand and trying to angle yourself against him so his finger would slip all the way inside you. No luck.

“J please, I can’t wait,” you moaned out.

“You think I can?” he said back, his voice harsh as he sunk a finger inside you. He didn’t even wait for a moment before a second followed and then a third. You gripped onto his bicep at the feeling, your arm tensing hard as you clutched onto him. Your back was pressed against the brick work, hips rolling against his hand as he worked his fingers inside you. He was needy, desperate, that was clear by his movement.

“Fuck J, that’s it, feels so good when you go so deep.” He tried to suppress a moan at your filthy words but your hand had made it down between your bodies and was palming him through his shorts. He grunted as you brushed your hand over the tip, the friction of your hand and the material rubbing together made the most unholy sounds fall from his lips. He managed to mumble out a few swear words mixed in with the word “mama” every time you moved your hand and the material of his clothes brushed over his tip.

“Mama you’ll make me come in my pants if you don’t let me fuck you right now,” he said, one hand gripping tight on your hip, his other with his fingers buried deep inside you. You weren’t going to argue with him; you needed this just as badly too. You closed your eyes for a moment, biting your lip, opening them again as you felt him move his hand away from you. As you opened them, you were greeted by the sight of him with his hand just in front of his face. You bit your lip, feeling that tension in your thighs and core as he slowly took each of his three fingers into his mouth. He sucked off all your juices, tasting them slowly as he made a quiet remark.

“Knew you’d taste good the second I set eyes on you.” Turned on by his words, you leaned in and kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue which only turned you on more. “So fucking sweet,” he muttered, briefly breaking away from the kiss before attacking your lips again.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what? Do I need to ask?” you said, accentuating the last word.

“You don’t need to ask me, but ask me. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you.” The words rushed out of his mouth. “Beg me, beg me to push my cock inside you. Stretch you out.” His fingers kept moving at a fast pace as he spoke, his breath catching in his throat and yours catching in yours. He switched the angle of his fingers and brushed his thumb over your clit in quick circles. He knew the more excited he got you, the quicker you’d succumb to him in the way he wanted - no, needed you.

“J, I need you. Fuck me. Please.” That was all he needed and as quick as his fingers were pushing in and out with you, that hand was around by your hip. He had spun you around, fixing your dress that had slightly slipped down due to his rather rough turning of your body. He bunched up the material again, his hand placed just below it on one side of your hip so he could keep his grip of you. He used his free hand to undo his own belt, his shorts falling down at his feet as he pushed down his boxers. His cock sprung free, his hand immediately wrapping around the length for a bit of light relief.

“Bend over baby, spread those legs,” he mumbled, pushing your back with his hand. You braced your arms against the wall, secretly loving the feeling of the abrasive bricks against your skin. He pushed the tiny bit of material out the way and took himself in his hand, rubbing the tip up and down your slit as he got both of you ready. He used his other hand to push against the top of your back, making you bow your head and stick your bum out a little more so he had better access to making you feel good.

“Ready for me mama? Ready for me to fuck you right here in this alleyway where anyone could see?” He continued rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slit to spread your wetness. You moaned out, unable to form proper words as he finally slid inside you. He went slowly first, settling inch by inch inside you until he reached a little bit of a resistance. He paused for a moment, before pulling out just an inch or two and thrusting back inside you even harder and pushing past that tightness. “Oh baby; you’re so tight,” he groaned as his head fell onto your shoulder. He pushed himself all the way in, bottoming out as his hand pushed against your back and forced you to bend over even more.

This angle was punishing, and his speed was so fast you thought you’d pass out at the pleasure. Filthy words spilled from his lips as he pushed and pulled in and out of you. “Fuck you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good baby. You’re gonna milk this cock soon, make me come inside you. Is that what you want?” They continued. “Fuck yes, Y/N. Can still taste you on my tongue. Feeling you squeezing around my cock, making me feel so good. Bend over more baby, take my cock deeper. That’s it baby. Can feel you tensing around me.” Your body was in overdrive, bent completely over with your arms and hands braced against the wall as he drove into you.

He grabbed your hair in a rough ponytail, pulling you up to standing straighter as he pushed you into the wall more with his own hips. He pulled on your hair, tilting your head back as he thrusted inside you. He was rough, needy and desperate for you. This angle gave him perfect access to your g-spot. You could start to feel his thrusts become a little sloppy as you tensed yourself around him, shockwaves surging through both your bodies. His rough pulling of your hair only made the angle even deeper and you could feel yourself so close to hitting that high with him. He was twitching inside you too and just as you thought he was about to let go, and you follow suit just seconds later, he pulled out of you.

You full on whined at the loss of him. The fullness gone as you collapsed onto the wall, your whole body aching in different ways as you lamented how close you got. He grabbed your hip and spun you around, giving you that smirk you’d come to love throughout the night as he looked up and down at you. In the moonlight and low light from the street lamp, he could see your glistening folds and he licked his lips in anticipation. You thought you knew what was coming next but you were wrong.

“As much as I wanna taste you more baby, I’m gonna come in less than a minute and I want to come inside you.” You nodded at his words, blushing as he moved his hand from your hip, up your side and back down to its resting position again. “Won’t last long,” he warned you and you were certainly OK with that. You were fucked out, completely and utterly spent already.

“Wrap your legs around me and jump,” he said, you looking initially hesitantly at him. “Good girl, for me.” He tapped your bum lightly and encouraged you to do as he asked. You hesitated again, but did as he said. As you jumped, he gripped onto you and sandwiched you between the wall. The brick scratched against some of your exposed skin, only adding to the already electricity coursing through your veins.

“Baby you’re so wet for me, can’t wait to get my tongue inside you next time,” he said, his eyes keeping gaze with yours as he held onto your hip. He gripped himself in his hand, pumping up and down a few times before he pressed the tip against your folds. He coated it in the liquid that threatened to spill out of you, moving himself up to your clit and tapping there a few times before he finally sunk inside you. He held your thighs, which were wrapped tight around him, and carefully started to guide you to bounce on him. Both of you knew this was going to be over in a matter of seconds, your orgasm already bubbling up inside you as you moved your hands over his naked back, his vest somehow ending on the floor in every thing that happened. You don’t remember when but would you remember half of this? Probably not. Would you want to? Absolutely.

“Not gonna last, gonna cum,” he muttered, his thrusts getting more sloppy as he guided you up and down on his length. You managed a few strangled moans, your nails digging into his back and dragging across his skin. “Fuck gonna empty inside you cupcake. Can you take it?” You didn’t even have time to answer before you felt even more full than you had before. His seed filled you, multiple shots painting your walls white as you desperately tried to hold yourself up against him. You dug your nails into his back as you felt yourself clench hard around him. Your thighs tightened around his waist, his grip strong as he thrusted into you so quickly. His dick twitched for a final time, a final length of his white liquid shooting inside you as he kept his hips bucked up and into you. A loud moan spilled from his lips as he finished, your pussy clenching at the sound.

He set you down on the ground, quite unsure what to do next. Should he kiss you? He couldn’t invite you back to his, too afraid it was nothing like you were usually used to. So he settled on a few words, but you beat him to it.

“If I wanna be different again sometime, I know where to go.” You pulled your dress down, straightened it and tucked your hair off your face. And with that, you disappeared into the night, leaving him to redress himself and question what had just happened. As he pulled his top back over his head, he felt the pain from the red raw scratches on his back. What had he got himself into - and how was he going to get this feeling again with no way of contacting you?

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austinsmutler · 1 year

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Austin x reader with prompt “You Drunk?”where Austin comes home late after being with friends..Austin’s drunk attitude takes a turn the reader is trying to help him out but Austin is to stubborn but then realizes his actions.all ends in fluff

Omg thank you so much for this request! I haven't written drunk!anyone before but this idea is so damn cute I had to try :3

"You Drunk?"

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (before the story starts) other than that, nothing! Just tooth-rotting fluff.

Word count: 1300

You weren’t expecting the knock at your door, but you weren’t surprised. Even though Austin had his own set of keys and you’d been living together for almost three years, he still insisted on knocking… well, only if he’d been doing shots. And tonight was his bachelor party and he’d been out with Brad and Colin, so really it was impressive he’d made it up the stairs to your floor on his own.

You were about to check the peephole when ringed fingers you recognized lifted up the mail slot.

“Helloooo? Oh!”

Blue eyes looked up at yours from the other side of the door. “I missed you.”

His voice was slow and slurry from drinking.

You rolled your eyes and unlocked the door. Austin was on his knees looking up at you like he couldn’t believe you were really there. His white button-up shirt must have come more and more unbuttoned as the night went on, because it was entirely unbuttoned now, only on his shoulders because it was still tucked into the front of his jeans.

Your fiance looked positively debauched.

He bit his lip as he looked up at you. “Are you mad at me?” He squinted. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You didn’t wake me, Aus.” You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing and leant down to help him up.

Instead, he grabbed your hand and yanked you down for a kiss. If he’d been sober, it might have been cute- but he yanked too hard and you wound up on your back on the hallway carpet. “Austin!”

He hissed through his teeth. “I- ‘m sorry, baby, you just looked so beautiful-”

Austin’s voice dipped a few octaves lower than usual, to the same one he’d been stuck with after wrapping up filming Elvis. Even with voice coaching, the Southern drawl came back every now and again. Especially if there were jagerbombs involved.

I’m going to kill Brad and Colin, you swore to yourself before standing and pulling Austin up with you.

He stumbled but you somehow made it to the couch where Austin collapsed, pulling you down on top of him. His hands fisted your pajamas, reveling in the softness of you.

“You smell good.” You let him pull you close for a minute before you stood up. “Where’re you going?”

“You need pajamas.”

Austin looked at his jeans, seeming to notice the entirely-unbuttoned shirt for the first time, a frown slowly forming on his face.

“Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be right back.”

He reached for your arm to tug you back down, but you were too fast and disappeared into the bedroom. Luckily, sober Austin was a creature of habit: his gray sweatpants and a ‘keep calm and listen to Elvis’ shirt Brad bought him as a present were always neatly folded below his pillow.

You stopped by the kitchen to pick up a glass of water and some potato chips. Austin needed to be loaded up with carbs, and you could use a 2AM snack anyway.

“Aus?” You didn’t know what you were expecting when you came back into the living room, but Austin’s jeans were around his ankles and he was fiddling with the buttons on his shirt- the first and last buttons were now done, but the others were in a state of disarray while he tried to un-do them.

You placed the glass of water in his hands and watched him drink it a little too quickly. “I’ll get you another in a second.”

“I don’t want one.” He frowned. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, you’re having one. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You held up the pajamas and Austin let his head fall back as you unbuttoned his shirt with your other hand. “That’s nice.”

“Put these on.”

“Maybe you should help me.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“You can dress yourself.” You wrinkled your nose and he pouted.

“Would you do it for Elvis?” He said in that deep Southern drawl that shot heat through your entire body.

You shook your head.

“Fine, Darlin’, if that’s what you want.” Austin drawled out every word. How was it possible he didn’t slur in that accent, no matter how many shots he'd had, but when he spoke regularly he was barely understandable?

He pulled on the sweatpants, smirking when he noticed you eyeing his torso. How could you not? Austin was the perfect man, from the well-muscled arms that loved to pull you close at night to the deep V that led your eye straight to his… gray sweatpants. Just gray sweatpants. You tried not to think beyond that waistline.

“No touching, remember?” In an instant he was back to being himself, studying you with a more sober gaze- not sober enough to drive by any means, but sober enough to be aware of the effect he was having on you. Drunk enough to be cocky and a little mischievous about it. “You said I can dress myself.”

“Maybe you need some help with your shirt though.”

Austin pretended to mull the idea over, before sitting back with his arms up, letting you straddle him enough to pull the shirt down over his head.

Your lips were inches apart, his hands on your lower back, tugging you a little closer.

“I should get you more water.”

“You should kiss me.”

He tasted like everything; like whiskey and jagerbombs and vodka, like Austin underneath. Your Austin.

Most men could be a little forceful when drunk. They’d pull a woman too close or kiss her so hard their teeth clacked together, all tongues and hair pulling and possession. Then there was drunk Austin.

Austin was the opposite. His touches were feather-light and considerate when he was drunk, as if he thought he might hurt you with the slightest squeeze.

He pulled you closer just to press light kisses all over your face, from your cheeks to your forehead, nose and chin.

“I love you.” The drunk slowness in his voice was gone, though his lips still tasted like a night of fun.

“I love you too.” You kissed him on the lips. “Let me get you more water.”

This time, he didn’t protest. But he did follow you to the kitchen to wrap his arms around you from behind. Austin might not be a possessive drunk, but he was a clingy one. By the time you’d poured him a glass of water your neck had been peppered with kisses, his hands rubbing up and down the soft curves of your stomach.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, baby.” You hummed at his touch. “Drink up. It’s Saturday tomorrow and I want to enjoy my weekend with you before my bachelorette party, preferably not by holding your hair back while you puke.”

“I’ll do my best not to be hungover.” Austin drank every drop of the water, and then another glass. He was still a little unsteady on his feet, but the glassy look was gone from his eyes.

“If you puke anywhere but the toilet, I’m postponing my party.”

He pouted. “Don’t do that. I feel fine, honest!”

Austin walked into the kitchen door, apparently not noticing it was closed until he smacked face-first into it. It took everything in you to stifle a snort.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You smiled, turning your head so his lips caught your cheek instead of your mouth. He whined a little (clearly not as sober as he looked) but allowed you to lead him to the bedroom.

Safely in bed and under the covers, Austin pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. “You take such good care of me.”

“Always.” He smelled like fabric softener from the clean pyjamas, but underneath there was his cologne, a dirty mix of musk, leather and sandalwood that suited him perfectly.

Austin was already half asleep, hand under your pajama shirt so he could feel the warmth of your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was the soft rumble of his voice. “I’m going to take care of you tomorrow. And every day after that. I promise.”

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aghostnamedcalamity · 2 months

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Hey-hey! ✨ I read your fic The Sleep That You've Craved and it's super cool! Do you plan to develop that story in more fics? :3 For example, to tell more about the times when Mordecai got together with Millicent?

(we need MOAR :D)

Helloooo thanks so much!! Sorry for the long wait, I was hoping to draw something for this but life got in the way!

Anyways, I currently don’t have any plans to work on it, but definitely think it needs a prequel at some point!! Maybe in the future. I’d love to show how Mordecai’s relationships with Joey and Millicent started as well as his initial reactions to a tiny baby.

Millicent was just a showgirl who took a liking to picking on Mordecai since he was a male in the industry who showed very little interest in getting to know her and she was used to getting that type of attention (she’s a bit of a selfish brat). I (personally) perceive Mordecai as aroace. But out of poor judgment one day, a little bit of alcohol, and just a bit of curiosity about what all the fuss is about from Mordecai’s end, they end up with Benjamin. Neither party was thrilled. Millicent kept him for his first two months of life before dumping him on Mordecai and heading out to Hollywood to try and become famous. Mordecai was initially going to put him on the orphan trains that ran out west but was looking at his options.

This is where Joey comes in!!!. Joey ended up working some shifts at Marigold after Gracie’s small establishment went under after his sudden disappearance. Joey remembered Mordecai and thought he looked super cool and that Mordecai could probably get a lot of girls (little did he know). Joey also lacks the self preservation skills to stay away from dangerous people so he kept nagging and nagging Mordecai until he managed to worm his way into a section of his life. Then, Joey left bartending behind after a raid shook him up real good. So he was jobless for a bit and kept bothering Mordecai to let him borrow money. Being in debt to Mordecai, Mordecai made him watch Benjamin until he could find a good solution to his problem as repayment for the money Joey owed him.

One thing led to another and Benjamin ends up staying longer than planned and Mordecai gets attached to him after a while, though he will never admit it. So Millicent is technically not a part of their lives (which Mordecai is very grateful for but Benjamin resents). She comes back into Benjamin’s life when he’s 16 and there’s a lot of unresolved issues between them because of the absence but she will unfortunately pass away from lung cancer around the time he turns 18. It was sadly very common for showgirls at the time due to constant second hand smoke exposure. She never really reached the level of stardom she was seeking in her youth, but she did manage to create somewhat of a more positive relationship with her son near the end and Benjamin visits where she’s resting very often to leave fresh flowers.

Super super long answer but I hope this helps tie some loose ends in my story just in case I never get around to continuing it!! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my work, heldiggy!! 💕

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 02

Banner by the beautiful and talented @persphonesorchid <3

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 3,701

Rating: 18+

~~~~~

No. There was no way.

You paused for a moment, grabbing your phone to check the time and place and confirmed yes, these were the people in your group project.

The two handsome boys you had noticed the first day of lecture were loitering in front of the library, once again laughing about something or other. Dang, maybe this really was your year. A sexy, nice professor to work with, and hot classmates in your group project? You were living the dream.

You walked up to them with a smile, hoping to make a decent impression, and they both grinned back at you. They were even prettier up close, and you found yourself praying you didn't do anything to embarrass yourself.

"Hi! Are you [y/n] or Crystal?" asked the paler one with plump cheeks that highlighted his high cheekbones. His hair was styled jauntily, similar to Dr. Kim's, and he was wearing surprisingly tight jeans that highlighted just how plump his rear was.

"I'm [y/n]," you replied, trying not to stare at the cute way his eyes almost disappeared when he smiled. "Jimin and Taehyung, I presume?"

"Jimin," the boy responded, taking your offered handshake with a hand you noticed was almost the same size as yours.

"So you're Taehyung," you said, turning to the other boy and letting his hand engulf yours in a warm grip. His skin was a little more tan than his friend's, and he had fluffy, wavy hair that fell in his eyes. He had an adorable, boxy smile that made his dangerously handsome face less intimidating, and you felt heat creep up your face when he held your hand a little longer than necessary.

"Nice to meet you," he chirped cheerfully, finally releasing his grip when your final group member appeared.

"Sorry I'm late," she said lazily, not looking very sorry at all. You mentally sighed, realizing you were probably not going to get a ton of work out of her. Well, at least Jimin and Taehyung seemed nice. And gorgeous, which was a definite plus.

Your suspicions were confirmed as the four of you discussed project topics. Well, it was more like you gave ideas and Jimin and Taehyung pitched in, while Crystal either tried to converse with the guys or fiddled boredly with her phone. It was kind of annoying, but at least it was only one member of the group. The universe probably had to restore its karmic balance or something.

By the time the group disbanded, you had decided on a topic, assigned roles, and exchanged numbers. You tried not to feel too giddy at the knowledge that the two prettiest boys you had ever met were now contacts in your phone, especially since it was for school and not for more desirable reasons. Hah! If only Phoebe could see you now!

Or not, actually. Then they'd probably forget you existed and she'd have two more pretty notches in her belt.

After your new acquaintances left, you stayed at the library a little longer to get ahead on some other schoolwork. As you left, you realized you had new texts on your phone.

New Group SMS

Jimin Hiiiiiiiiii!

Group name changed to A Cute Triangle

Taehyung That's better Hello new friend!!

Jimin Helloooo Tae I think she's ignoring us :(

Taehyung Maybe she has a life, unlike us

You Lol Hi guys I do not in fact have a life I was still at the library

Taehyung That is gross and sad :(

You Why isn't Crystal in this group?

Jimin I mean, do you really want her to be?

You Er, well…

Taehyung Exactly Instead of a cute triangle, we would be a frustrated rectangle

You These are very strange analogies

Jimin Wow Tae is she implying we aren't cute?

Taehyung I think so, Chim :(

You Oh my god You guys are babies

Jimin Your babies?

You turned off your phone screen, face hot and chest fluttering as you fought the urge to toss it across the quad.

"What the fuck?" you whispered to yourself, staring at the black rectangle and ignoring the group of people behind you who complained that you had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. You barely even heard them as they grumbled and split around you. "What is happening?"

Your phone buzzed again, lighting up with a notification of more texts and you shoved it into your backpack. Was Jimin just teasing? He did seem like a natural flirt. But even if he was, you were so unaccustomed to this sort of attention that it felt like you were in an alternate universe. You'd figure out what to reply to them when you had dinner and cleared your mind.

Except when you got to the cafeteria, there they were. They spotted you the same time you saw them, and before you could duck away, Taehyung was jogging over to you and pulling you to their table. You let him, too baffled by your circumstances to do anything to resist.

"I thought Jimin scared you away! I'm glad you decided to join us," he said with a warm, wide grin that made your stomach flutter just as much as the way he was just nonchalantly holding your hand. You blinked as his words finally registered in your brain. Join them? Maybe you should have read the rest of their texts earlier.

"[Y/n]! I knew you couldn't stay away from your babies!" Jimin chirped across the table, with a huge smile that made his eyes vanish. You choked a little at his statement, noticing how some familiar-looking girls nearby narrowed their eyes at you. That couldn't be a good sign.

"You guys are ridiculous," you sighed, dropping your backpack to the side and sinking into your seat in defeat. Jimin beamed as if you had given him a compliment. "Will you watch my stuff while I get my food?"

As you were walking back with your loaded tray of mediocre but edible food, one of the girls by your table got up quickly, jostling you. You yelped and dodged precariously, your meal just barely making it unscathed, and began to apologize.

"Oops so - "

"Watch it," the girl interrupted with a sneer, her hostile tone making your mouth snap shut in surprise. Then your hanger caught up to you and you glared back.

"It's a cafeteria, maybe you should watch it yourself," you replied coldly, making the girl gape then scowl. Before anything else could happen, you quickly walked past her to your table, dropping your tray a little more forcefully than necessary.

"Don't ask," you muttered when Jimin and Taehyung gave you questioning looks. They glanced at the table of girls glaring, including the one who had bumped you, and a mischievous grin appeared on Jimin's face.

"Want to piss them off?" he asked innocently, making you cock your head at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" you asked, bringing a french fry to your mouth. To your surprise, Taehyung leaned in and plucked it out of your fingers with his teeth. He helped himself to another one of your fries before putting one to your own lips, and you were too busy gaping to realize Jimin had gotten up until he plopped down on your other side.

Taehyung took advantage of your open-mouthed surprise to drop a fry on your tongue, his gaze a little too intent for your suddenly racing heart to handle. Jimin giggled next to you.

"Oh, they look livid," he said with an impish grin, and you broke away from Taehyung's keen eyes to take a peek. The girls did, indeed, look like someone shit in their cereal. It sent a spark of satisfaction through you even if you were a little worried about the outright antagonistic looks on some of their faces.

"You two really are ridiculous," you finally managed to say with a nervous laugh as you turned to eat your food. The two little hellions stayed glued to your side, pestering you for scraps as if they couldn't just go get their own. "Why are you doing this, anyway?"

"You're our friend," Taehyung said in surprise, as if it was obvious. The matter-of-fact way he said it made your heart warm, and you felt a pleased smile take over your face. "They were rude to you."

"Plus you're cute," added Jimin, making you choke on the food you had just put in your mouth. He giggled as Taehyung gently patted your back, and when you could breathe again you took a long drink of water, hoping you didn't look as out of your element as you felt.

What was with these guys? You weren't used to male attention, and the way they went from sweet to saucy was giving you whiplash.

"Definitely cute," Taehyung agreed, making you want to sink into the floor and die. As if sensing your discomfort, Jimin stole another fry and booped your nose with it as his cheeky grin squished his eyes.

"And so are we! Hence, A Cute Triangle!"

Their taste in girls might be suspect, but you definitely couldn't disagree that these two were adorable. Though despite the group chat name, it seemed they also enjoyed being willfully obtuse.

~~~~~

It was a day like any other. Or at least it would have been, if someone hadn't taped a sheet of paper with SLUT written on it, large enough to fill the entire area of the seat.

A strange ringing filled your ears as if you were experiencing it from underwater, while your racing mind processed the situation. It finally came to a conclusion of what the fuck, as you wracked your brain - you didn't party, hadn't kissed or fucked or otherwise inadvertently done anything with anyone's boyfriend, and you spent most of your time studying.

Maybe this was the wrong seat? Or a weird prank? Definitely a prank, right? This was a weird thing that happened in soap operas and high school dramas, not real life.

Then you heard some snickering and your eyes zeroed in on a group of girls you recognized from the cafeteria. And, you realized belatedly, from Dr. Kim's office hours.

Oh. So that's how it was.

"[Y/n], is everything alright?"

You had been so absorbed that you hadn't realized Dr. Kim had arrived, and was looking at your tight face with concern.

"Kiss ass," you heard one of the girls mutter, so quietly it didn't carry to the front of the hall. You felt your face grow hot with shame and anger, and decided you wouldn't give these assholes the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.

"Fine, just thought I saw a cockroach," you responded with a forced smile as you discreetly ripped off the paper and crumpled it in your palm. It was fine. You were fine. If you ignored them, they'd get bored and stop.

Except they didn't. Each day, you would get jostled and bumped in the cafeteria. Each lecture, you would arrive early to rip off the paper taped to your seat, because at this point you had been sitting there long enough for it to be associated with you.

Once you actually began working on Dr. Kim's project, he became increasingly chatty and friendly before and after lectures, which only exacerbated the issue. Instead of enjoying his jokes or staying to talk, you found yourself actively avoiding him outside of the project. It was miserable.

Dr. Kim wasn't blind, either. Which was why you were now standing outside his office at his emailed request, working up the courage to knock. Was he annoyed or disappointed with your behavior? You took a deep breath that did absolutely nothing to soothe your nerves, and rapped your knuckles gently on the hardwood door.

To your surprise, instead of just calling you in, the door opened to reveal your handsome professor smiling down at you. You swallowed, still not past being struck by just how beautiful he was up close.

"Come in," he said, stepping aside to let you pass him. You obeyed, somewhat eased by his smile, though you felt a spark of anxiety when he clicked the door shut behind you. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to scold you?

You chewed your lower lip as you sank into one of the seats, looking at him with uncertainty that morphed into confusion when he sat next to you, instead of his own chair across the desk. In a way it felt more intimate, as if he was willingly giving up the authority of his desk to meet you on your level.

"What did you need to see me about, Professor?" you asked tentatively, shifting your chair so that it was angled more towards him. He followed suit, his legs long enough that his knees almost knocked into yours, and his gentle smile helped ease the knot of anxiety in your chest. Until he spoke.

"[Y/n], can you tell me what's wrong?"

Your stomach dropped, and you scrambled to rearrange your face into something casual and breezy.

"W-what do you mean?" you stammered awkwardly, hoping against hope that it wasn't what you thought he meant. "Nothing's wrong!"

By his raised eyebrow, Dr. Kim clearly saw through your feeble lies, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment while your stomach roiled in discomfort. Then he pulled some crumpled sheets of paper on the desk in front of you and you felt your heart sink. Was it possible to somehow make the ground swallow you alive?

"You'd think that after two weeks, they would've gotten more creative," you mumbled, staring at the insults your professor had apparently found in the trash when you threw them away. His own eyes widened at your admission.

"Two weeks?" he asked incredulously, and you flinched at his tone. Your sweet, kind professor sounded furious, and the thought that it was directed at you made your eyes burn. His face softened at your expression, and he shifted as if he meant to pat your arm.

"I'm not upset with you," he assured you as you fought back sniffles, hating yourself for being so pathetic. "I'm angry with myself for not noticing sooner."

Somehow his kindness hit you harder than anything else, and to your utter mortification, you felt a few tears escape down your face. God this was so embarrassing, so fucking juvenile. You wished you were anywhere other than here. Death by angry freshman girls might have been preferable to crying in front of your beautiful professor.

A blurry box of tissues entered your vision as Dr. Kim placed it softly in your lap, and he hesitated before setting his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. It sent butterflies to join the anxiety churning in your stomach, and you felt a peculiar mixture of elation and nausea. You resisted the urge to learn into his warm grip, because you had definitely embarrassed yourself enough. Probably for the entire semester.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he asked gently, making your insides shrivel up in discomfort. It was humiliating, but you were helpless to deny your professor when he looked at you like that. And this was Dr. Kim, a man who had been nothing but kind, understanding, and nurturing since you had met him.

He already clearly had an idea of what was going on, so there was really nothing to be lost by telling him the truth. Other than your already dubious dignity.

His warm chocolate eyes soothed the apprehension in your chest, and you nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Um, I think it started at your office hours…"

~~~~~

Seokjin was having a hard time tempering his rising anger as you told the laughably simple events leading up to this meeting. He didn't want to upset you more, not when his earlier frustration had put that heart-wrenchingly distressed look on your face. Yours was one made for smiles and laughter, not anguish.

He didn't know you that well, of course. But from his years teaching, he had developed a decent ability to detect bullshit, and he sensed none of it from you.

If anything, the way you shrank into yourself as you spoke, vulnerable and unsure, made him feel oddly protective. From the pointed accusations he had found, he'd assumed perhaps you had gotten into some unfortunate entanglement, as college students were often prone to. You were too genuine to willfully hurt someone.

Seokjin hadn't expected that his popularity - perhaps mixed with the attention of some of your male peers - was enough to drive students this far. The realization that he had been showing his favoritism enough to impact you like this made his heart sink. College was a time for you to grow into yourself and find your path, not be subjected to pointless bullying by envious classmates.

Professors weren't supposed to have favorites, sure, but it usually tended to happen anyway. Especially in large lectures that most enrollees took as an easy credit. When a student showed up who was bright, motivated, and willing to learn, it was inevitable that he'd be more invested.

You had also just started working with him as a research assistant, and you were driven and inquisitive. He never had to explain a concept more than once for you to grasp it, and your quips and smiles had become a bright spot to look forward to. Seeing you upset like this broke his heart, seeding the cracks with something subtly insidious.

"I'm sorry," you hiccuped when you finally finished your story, making Jin frown again.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he insisted, wishing he could do more to comfort you than just give you tissues and pat your shoulder. "You've done nothing wrong."

"B-but I'm causing you problems when all you've done is help me," you sniffed, looking down at your lap as fresh tears began to fall. Jin's heart twisted, and he resisted the urge to wrap you in his arms. "And now I'm crying over something unnecessary like a baby."

More anger flared at the realization that not only were some of his students bullying you out of some misplaced, petty jealousy, but that you were blaming yourself for it. Ignoring the part of him that said it was a bit too intimate of a gesture for a student, he leaned forward and took your hands in his. You looked up in surprise, eyes glistening with tears.

"None of this is your fault," he said softly, giving your hands a reassuring squeeze. They felt warm and fragile in his own, and that protective feeling surged through his chest. "It's not a problem to look out for my favorite student."

"You're not supposed to say things like that," you said with a wet giggle, scrunching your nose cutely at him.

"It'll have to be our little secret, then," he replied with a wink, relieved to see your cheerful demeanor return. Your eyes widened at his words, and you bit your lip and looked away, clearly flustered. Taking pity on you, Jin decided to speak again.

"Do you have a specific way you would like to handle this?"

"Y-you're asking me?" you said in surprise, looking up at him again. Jin gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your hands again.

"Of course. I'm here to support you, whatever you need."

To his dismay, tears filled your eyes again and you pulled your hands away to scrub at your cheeks, leaving his own achingly empty.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, clenching his fists in his lap to keep from reaching forward again. You gave him another watery smile, and his chest gave a painful squeeze.

"You're just - you're just being so nice," you said through broken giggles and hiccups, plucking a tissue to blot your face. "I don't know how to deal with it."

"What do you mean?" asked Jin in confusion, grabbing another tissue and dabbing gently at your other cheek. Your mouth dropped open in surprise, and he realized that this was perhaps more intimate than was appropriate, but it was too late now. He continued his ministrations on your rapidly heating skin and you cleared your throat, trying to get yourself together.

"I'm just kind of used to dealing with stuff on my own," you mumbled with a self-conscious shrug, lashes fluttering shut as Jin's hand dabbed closer to your eye. He was momentarily struck by the tears that clung to them, sparkling like precious gems, before your words registered. "My parents and teachers had more important things to worry about."

"Nothing's more important than your well-being," Jin said with a frown, and he felt your skin warm against his hand once more.

"T-thanks, professor," you said with a wobbly smile, gazing at him with a mixture of fondness and admiration that made him feel his own ears heat up. His throat suddenly felt tight, and he pulled away from you with an awkward cough.

"Anyway, what would you like to do?" Seokjin asked, trying to reorient himself and shake off unnecessary thoughts. "If you have proof, we can have them dropped from the class, and potentially follow it up with a disciplinary committee." Your eyes widened in alarm at his words, and you shook your head vigorously.

"That seems excessive," you protested, fiddling with the tissue box still in your lap as you chewed your lip in thought. It seemed to be a nervous habit of yours, and Jin found his gaze drawn to the swollen flesh before he realized what he was doing and snapped his eyes back to yours. To his relief, you didn't seem to have noticed. "I just… I just want them to stop, I don't need anyone to be punished."

"If that's what you want," Jin agreed, feeling a spark of irritation at the idea that the girls who had caused you such distress wouldn't face any consequences. Still, your smile was more than enough to soothe his ire, and he found himself smiling back.

Unbeknownst to either of you, that smile was enough to water the seeds you had planted in his chest, and they had already begun to take root.

~~~~~

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#bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts jin #bts x reader #bts x you #kim seokjin x reader #bts x y/n #jin x reader #bts yandere #yandere seokjin

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salami2 · 2 years

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Ch. 1 - The Hellfire Club

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary - You find yourself encounter the enchanting man you’ve ever met. On that faithful night, you get invited to the grand finale of an ongoing D&D campaign, finally knowing the name of the mysterious stranger…

w/c - 1.5k a:n - this took so long, pls read every bit :)

Warning(s) - Spoilers for episode 1, obviously, a lil’ bit of bullying from Eddie which is kinda OOC, swearing, click here to see what this y/n is like.

Chapter List - Ch.2 , Ch.3 , Ch.4 , Ch.5 , Ch.6

“Helloooo! Hey! Earth to.. whoever you are!”

A melancholic voice called out to you. Snapping a couple fingers in front of her face. It was a strange, inescapable trance that was pulling closer and closer to the stranger in front of you.

On the other side of an old, wooden bench.

“S-sorry.” You merely muttered, rolling away with your roller skates. Hiding away your embarrassment with the palm of your hand.

While you rolled away as fast as your skates could take them, Eddie called out towards you in an attempt to get you to come back. An attempt to know who this new, intriguing is.

“Oh no- no, no, no, no! Where is it!?”

The infamous lunch bell echoed the emptying hallways of Hawkins High. Making their way towards the lunch room. The plan for you was to head to the Art Council room and work on your projects, but that was abruptly shut down when a certain novel of yours managed to magically disappear in the morning.

Panic made you think back to this morning. The morning where you met that dreamy looking man and ran away.

And then it hit like a war bomb- he probably knows where it is. Or if anything, the stranger has it.

Skating off into the cafeteria, the atomic sounds of dishes clattering, people laughing and talking, and the general noise made you remember why you never ate there.

Your eyes caught on to him, who was sitting with two familiar faces that made you smile.

Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson.

You waved towards them. They caught on, surprised, but smiled and waved back. Rolling up to the mysterious stranger, whose eyes caught onto you coming towards him.

“Hello, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we met this morning-“

“Yeah, I remember. I remember very well..”

A group member at the table snorted and snickered. “I never knew you could have a friend that’s a girl.” The whole group laughed as you froze in place, nervous about the amount of attention on you.

“Well, I dropped my book and I think you picked it up. Do you have it?”

He sighs. Reaching down into a rusted lunch box, he pulls out a thin book. You smile, reaching out to grab it. But, his arm snaps back and a smile forms on his face.

“Finders keepers, girlie. If you want it, grab it out of my hand.”

A slew of things you wanted to say stormed your head, but you kept your composure. Trying again and again to reach the book. Unfortunately, this stranger was a lanky bastard.

People across the lunchroom chimed in, laughing along with Eddie or telling him to stop.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, wiping them off.

Eddie gave a soft chuckle, reaching out the book towards you. “Alright, alright. Here, have your book back-“

Before he could realize it, you had skated away into the school. While a bunch of kids boo Eddie for what he did. Mike sighs and gets up, following you. Dustin was a bit hesitant, wanting to finish his lunch, but ultimately went to you.

The boy cursed himself. “I only wanted to mess around with her a bit! jeez…”

You found yourself sniffling beneath a tree outside the school. Wanting to be alone after everything that happened. A firm hand places itself on your shoulder, making you peek out of your huddled postion.

“Nine, are you doing ok?” Mike asks, sitting down next to you. “Don't mind him,” Dustin chimes him, “he can get riled up pretty riled up.” “He always is!”

“…I really hate this school. Steve said I’m graduating this year, so that means I get to leave.”

Suddenly a certain spineless boy perked up. Dragging Mike away to talk privately.

“Okay, okay, okay- this is a complete shot in the dark, but, what if we bring Nine to the campaign and make them make up? I mean, they're essentially like our parents so shouldn't we put them together?”

Mike knew this was dumb. Very dumb.

He knew Eddie was going to be hesitant, and knew that with you, holding your temper is like trying to disable a bomb: tricky and infuritatingly annoying.

But, this was a shot in the dark of bringing two very single people together at once.

Dustin waltzes up to you, giving the best debonair smile he could do.

“Soooo, Nine! We kinda got this D&D campaign thing going on and it’s the final day. Funny thing is: Lucas has this basketball thing going on, so he can’t come,”

You already knew he was calling a favour, raising an eyebrow at how this request was going to happen.

“So we were talking- shooting the shit- and thinking you could be the substitute tonight. Your D&D character is super powerful and fun! It’ll be awesome.”

“And plus: you get to properly meet Eddie!”

Eddie Munson. The Eddie who was Dustin's new favourite person. The boy who took yours and Steve's position as cool, older friend.

The way those two boys described that boy was awfully great. Talking about him like he’s a superstar.

“Ok, I guess. I’ll join to see this guy isnt making you do dumb decisions.” Dustin and Mike smiled, running back towards where the supposed Eddie was. Well, this might be good. Perhaps this boy would take you away from what happened today…

The sound of three pairs of shoes walked confidently down the empty hallways of Hawkins High. Your hands swung open the doors, taking in the surroundings around you.

It didn’t take long before you and Eddies eyes widened at the revelation.

THE REVELATION OF THE TRUTH!

“Wait a minute…” Your eyes turned to Dustin and Mike, “This- THIS IS-“

“Eddie, meet Y/N Harrington! Y/N, meet Eddie Munson!” Mike introduced you both, while both being completely gobsmacked.

“You! You’re the one from lunch- You’re the one who’s been hanging out with Dustin and Mike!?”

“Wheeler, Henderson, this is the infamous Y/N? The Y/N who’s an apparent superhero??”

Eddie rose up from his seat. “I asked for a substitute, Munson! Not little miss artist! Really, Henderson, does she even know how to play?” He bellowed.

Pure rage formed in your face. This guy has done it all- so there’s no need for little miss nice Y/N anymore.

“First off, don’t make fun of my hobbies when you play a stupid little board game with a 20 sided die!”

You inched closer to him.

“Second: If I was popular, you would have known who I was and we wouldn’t be here!”

Hands slamming down on the table, showing a fully filled out character sheet and figurine.

“And Lastly: Lady Athena is a chaotic good, lvl. 17 Paladin who is a strategic genius, swiftly taking out any beast you throw at her. Hanging it’s head in the fucking open so no man; beast or monster gets the idea of ever- ever messing with her. Ever.”

The room grew quiet. Eddie smiled, walking up to you.

You both stared into each other's eyes. Your soul was like a restless fire, unable to extinguish. He was captivated by you.

He knocked off those thoughts, wondering why he was thinking that. Reaching a hand out in a form of respect. You hesitantly grabbed it, wondering why your hands fit so well together.

“Welcome to Hellfire.”

“WOO- HOO!!”

Cheers erupted throughout the room. Hoots and chants flooded.

Your roll was the one to finish the game. The lucky nat 20 that saved the lives of your teammates and ended the curse of Vecna. Dustin and Mike rushed up to hug, making you give them a big bear hug back.

“Congratulations, m’lady! You deserve the honorable title of “Slayer of Vecna”. “ Eddie boasted. You chuckled back, giving him a toothy grin.

His heart did a little squeeze seeing your smile.

You look at a nearby clock. “Shoot, I need to get home. Steve is gonna kill me!” You exclaimed, packing your stuff and skating to the door.

“See ya! Hope you have a great night!”

Eddie was going to speak up, but you had already left before he could say goodbye. His eyes stayed glued to the door. A small part of him hoping you would come back.

A car honks outside the doors of the school. You knew it was Steve, since even in the pitch darkness, his annoyed mutter was so easy to pick up.

“Let’s go, Nine! Don’t keep me waiting!” He yelled, honking the horn two more times.

Steve looked to his side. There it was, his little sister, with a big old smile on your face. “You must've had fun at your little nerd game, huh?”

You scoffed. “I’ll have you know that I just won the entire campaign for everyone, so, yeah.”

“Oh wow, you're nerdier than I thought. Please don’t go around telling people we’re related.”

He joked, making you shove him.

But it was the truth about how much fun you had tonight. Which made you question how you felt about Eddie Munson. You unknowingly smiled, hoping to properly meet him on a better note.

… Oh, how naive everyone was!

@salami2 , pls like & reblog

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson series #stranger things series

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ksqwildwest · 2 months

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Karl: I have a new vest!

Mason and Jack: wrong. We have a new vest.

~ Quotes☆Anon~

(Helloooo! Looks like I'm back from the dead like the inhabitants of the Town! Sorry for disappearing, but life had been a b*tch and I lost a bit of interest in the fandom, but I still enjoy the Au a lot!)

Thank you for the quote!

Yeah, this is exactly how it goes with them in the future!

Right now in the story, they uh, *glances at the next part of the story I'm working on* I mean... they gave him their bandanas before he left. And, minor detail you might not have noticed in the last story, but they took Karl's favorite coat with them as they stormed off! So. Hurray for steps forward in their relationship!

Don't apologize for disappearing. If you haven't noticed, I tend to do that, too! Just pile up the queue and disappear for a while longer! I am very glad to hear you still enjoy the AU though! I do too!

Hope you have a nice day!

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #karl jacobs #jack kenoff #tftsmp mason

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areislol · 2 years

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helloooo! I absulutelY LOVE your writing !

I wanted to ask if you could wrote a 2th part of the genshin high school Au?

Its fine if you cant! Take care of yourself and rest a litle

student! thoma, itto, albedo x reader

ft — thoma, itto, albedo warnings — jealousy?? a/n — im so glad and happy that you love my writing <3 also as some of you guys might know, im going to be holding an event very very soon!! i need to finish some requests first so that i can actually post everything. might be a bit short cuz of the block limit. hope you enjoy this! part 1: here

recommend listening to: you finally found the one; playlist + try again - jaehyun, d.ear

student! thoma x student! reader

thoma is well known, well known for his good looks and his calm and helpful nature

it's no surprise when thoma says that he has a pretty tight schedule, many people take advantage of his kind nature - "hey thoma! my guy, can you help me clean this classroom? i have to go some where and i dont have time to do it.." "oh! uh sure thing!"

thoma is always getting called left and right, people wanting thoma to help them with their homework, cleaning, moving boxes and props and many more

thoma gets along with other people really well, strangers or not.

so when the teacher calls you to help other students move the props thoma immediately strikes up a conversation, not before xiao begs you not to leave him alone with the other idiots

"y/n! please dont leave me with these.." xiao turns to look at the crowd of people in front of him, scrunching his nose xiao resumed talking "idiots.."

"im so sorry xiao, but i need to help them move the props or else i'll get in trouble!"

after a few seconds xiao hesitantly lets go but as soon as you walked away xiao pulls you by your arm "what are you going xiao?"

"im going with you. what if you get hurt?"

and so you and xiao walk to the room and opened the door - there standing was thoma and a few other students, "oh! are you guys here to help us move the props?" "yeah we are, where do we start?" "just over there - thanks!"

you hum as a sign of acknowledgment, xiao follows you and insists on carrying them for you which you agree after xiao persists.

while xiao is moving the props to one and place to another, thoma walks to your side - you don't notice him until he speaks "hey uh are you alright?" you turn to face thoma, you've heard that thoma had a beautiful face, a face that looked as if it was sculptured straight from angels.

"yea im fine, why?" "you just looked.. out of it you know?" "mhm"

after exchanging a few sentences, it wasn't as awkward as it was before - thoma eased the awkwardness by telling a few jokes there and then.

after xiao was done he came back to you, "cmon y/n lets g-" xiao pauses as he sees another man next to you, talking to you, it was thoma.

honestly xiao had no problems with another guy talking to you he does but the look on thoma's face says otherwise.

before you knew it xiao was dragging you away as thoma and the others watch you getting dragged away by the, as it seems angry xiao.

"x-xiao! what are you doing?" "i already moved all the props." "oh, thanks xiao!" you say while smiling, though you were still confused on why he dragged you away

Every now and then you and thoma would meet up - but that would only be sometimes. sometimes you two would accidentally bump into each other and say your hi's and goodbye's - you two were even different classes so you two weren't close but thoma would still smile at you every time your eyes meet.

thoma always wanted to stay by your side, all his worries seem to disappear when next to you. but due to his tight schedule and constant pestering from others - he couldn't

although you and thoma only talked for a bit, your aura gave him comfort, you were something else - you didn't try to use him and you seemed like a genuinely nice person.

hopefully, you and him could talk more often

student! itto x student! reader

itto is only a grade above you, now honestly.. the only reason why itto is famous around the school is because of his muscular body and how he's quite literally.. huge, no, bulky.

he's also famous due to his VERY hyperactive nature, even if he didnt eat sugar, it seems like he did eat a little bit too much sugar.

itto is part of the basketball team though he's not really good at basketball.. there are rumours that itto is only the team to make their team look strong and fearsome rather than weak and small.

you and itto never talked to each other, you two lived completely different lives, you were a normal student who studied there and then and didn't go out a lot but itto? that's a whole different story

the ONLY time you and itto ever talked was during p.e

you and itto were put into a team together - due to his outgoing nature you two got along pretty quickly though you absolutely hated it when he swung his arm around you

whenever there was an athletic carnival itto would be here(along with xiao and more) to cheer you on

you could be racing against the fasted students in the school and itto would still be cheering for you..

(but hey, let itto do his thing)

you also cheer for itto whenever it's his turn to race or participate in any sport activity

itto loves it when you cheer for him and he's really bad at hiding it

"go itto!! you got this!" "i know i got this y/n! i wont let you down!"

then a few seconds later he misses a shot because he was too busy looking your way and talking to you REALLY loudly, it was embarrassing but it was also sweet

itto had a HUGE grin on his face, itto knew that he was smiling like a mad man but he couldn't hide it, how unfortunate.

itto will try to find where you sit at break. will push xiao just to sit right next to you which often leads to xiao glaring at itto and dragging you away from this "idiot".

although itto looks like the type to get horrible grades, his grades are pretty decent which yes, is surprising

might even tutor you if you ask him.

itto gets distracted very often when you're there in a sporting event or anywhere really.

and that might get itto kicked out of basketball so the basketball's coach advises you to not go there anymore

itto is obviously saddened by this but still makes the effort to meet up with you

will still be the same big, energetic puppy boy even if you two dont talk anymore - itto's holding a grudge against his coach right now

itto WILL purposely annoy the coach just so that he can get kicked out of the hall and meet up with you/sit with you.

he might even get banned, but does that really matter? nope

student! albedo x student! reader

albedo is apart of the painting class, known for his good looks and his not socializing a lot

his mysterious personality catches the eye of many - and that includes you.

albedo is often seen walking towards the library and then walking out after about 2-3 hours, how do you know that? oh well..

you were one of albedo's fangirls..

not the crazy ones of course. you found his quite handsome and due to him having mysterious nature, you felt obligated to find out what he does in his free time

you're not being a stalker you swear :')

you weren't those fangirls who went crazy whenever albedo walked out one of his classes, those fangirls who followed him whenever he went, the ones who bug him a lot, the ones who.. YOU GET IT

so here you are, watching albedo walk into the library - once he closes the door you walk over to the door and open it quietly

watching albedo sit down you walk over to the aisle of books

taking one fat book out you eye albedo while using the book to cover your lower face, only your eyes remained.

albedo sat down on the chair and started to write

you thought you were being slick but.. you weren't, at all.

"i can you see you" "..."

was that directed to you? you dont know so you stay still, still eyeing albedo until he looks up to look at YOU

you felt your face burning up - you knew that albedo was handsome but to be THIS handsome?!

"... you can stop staring at me now" "huh?" "you keep on staring at me, do you need anything?" "oh.."

well this is embarrassing isn't it?

after you explained everything to albedo he sighed, "you could've just asked me you know? i dont mind you showing what i do on a daily basis. there's no need to be a stalker.." "oh well... that would be nice"

since then you and albedo would walk around the school whenever

talking about flowers and mechanics - it was one of albedo's favourite subjects after all.

though albedo aren't in any of the same classes with you and has a very busy and stressful life - he still tries to talk to you, albedo has come to known that talking to you made his day more better, your words were reassuring, your whole presence made him feel not.. overwhelmed

the amount of girls and sometimes even guys harassing and even following him everyday was already stressing enough but once none of them are there and you're just there, sitting next to him in the library - it just seems like heaven.

albedo also buys MANY drinks for you and saves your seat in the library - for studying of course.

did i not mention how albedo tutors you? no? well..

albedo tutors you whenever there's an upcoming exam or test for you - and he's the BEST when tutoring you.

you don't have to pay him, no nothing.

it's FREE!!!

and albedo doesn't over complicate it. he wants you to get good grades and for you to not stress at all.

tutoring and buying coffee for you are his subtle ways of caring for you.

albedo really cares for you but nobody was really there for him so he doesn't know how to show his love to you.

(and so he uses google)

and that's how albedo finds himself buying coffee for you!! and tutoring you more often.

he wants the best for you, and he'll make sure that you dont struggle in school and so that you can find a good job that pays well, if not then he'll still be there! helping you whenever you need it :)

note: if you would like to be added to the genshin taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy <3

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!! another note: im sick, yes. but im so happy i completed this request - music helps a lot with imagining things + scenarios!! gimme more requests >:) also i didnt proof read cuz.. im a bit too lazy im sorry!! i will fix any mistakes later

#genshin impact x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #itto x reader #albedo x reader #high school!au

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anapotatowriter · 1 year

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It’s been a while

Request: Helloooo, could you please write a prince caspian request?So the reader is a Narnian who can transform into a Raven, and Caspian and she were knew each other for a loong time.She getting hurt in the battle in the end of the prince caspian movie. And Caspian finds her in the battlefield after everything ends and carries her in the palace and takes care of her???And a love confession maybe???Please give me a feedback! Send me a message if you are accepting or declining because I am curious hehe. (And if you decline I can ask other writers) Thank you see you! - @doctoriletyougotogalaxy

Caspian x reader

what is his last name istg-

A/N: Thanks for the request love! I am so sorry this took so long, but it's really long if that's any consolation! This is actually the longest fic I have, I think? Any changes, feel free to ask!

Summary: Read the request

Contains: Swearing, blood, murder, war, death, trash writing, and a teensy bit of jealous!Caspian

Requested: clearly.

side note, he’s so prettyyyyy

“Y/N, Trumpkin, you must leave,” said Trufflehunter, forcing food into my arms. “What, why? I wanna talk to the telemarine! I want to make him pay for everything he did to my family and me,” I protested, dropping all the packages and glaring at the knocked-out telmarine who lay in the corner of the room. “Why we are protecting our enemies is beyond me,” nodded Trumpkin in agreement, picking up his bow and arrows and slinging it around his shoulder. “Y/N, we need you to accompany Trumpkin as far as possible, and gather intel,” said Trufflehunter, placing his paw on my elbow, a pleading look on his face. I rubbed my face with my hand before sighing and muttering, “Fine.” I picked up my swords and sheathed them on my sides, tightening the leather of my vest before picking up the food packages again. Trumpkin went first, warily examining the surrounding forests for any more telmarine soldiers, me following after. As we trudged through the forests, the sights of fallen telmarine helmets immediately made me think back to my times in the palace, and my best friend. Oh, how I missed dear Caspian, one of the only good telmarine men. Playing hide and seek between the cabinets and statues littering the palace's corridors. The memory soon turned sour, however, as I remembered the ominous shadow of Miraz hanging over us. Soon enough he had cast me out when he saw me show Caspian my other form, leaving a 13-year-old child alone in the forest to be consumed by “savages”.

“Y/N,” I heard Trumpkin’s voice whisper, making my head shoot up as I watched around me, a sliver of sun visible on the distant horizon. I heard the distinct sound of armor rubbing and clashing against each other, accompanied by the clopping of hooves. “Y/N, leave, now,” Trumpikoin whispered. “No, I’m not leaving,” I whispered back, the harsh whisper cutting through the otherwise silent forests. “Over there,” I heard someone yell, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Y/N, now,” he whispered with an air of finality before yelling and running in the direction of the colormen. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, focusing intently. My body changed, the swords on my side disappearing to form engraved patterns on my feathers. I opened my eyes and took off, flying back the way I came, leaving Trmpkin to his fate. I reached the little house and slammed in through the open door, right onto the table. A heard a man scream while furry paws fondled me. I opened my eyes to see the familiar patches of white and black fur hovering over me. I phased out of my form, quickly returning to my human figure. “Trumpkin! He’s gotten captured!” I exclaimed as soon as I shifted, making Nikabrik slam his axe into the wall. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted the Temarines. I should have killed you the instant you got here!” he yelled, glaring at someone behind me. I turned around to face the man, only to immediately recognize him. “... Caspian?” I whispered softly, making the boy’s eyes flit to me, his own eyes suddenly glinting with recognition. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, immediately walking to me and pulling me into a hug. I hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping my arms around him, missing the warmth my old best friend had provided. “Why are you on the run?!” I questioned immediately, making his expression fall. “Miraz… he had a son,” replied Caspian curtly, making me inhale sharply. “Traitor!” yelled Nikrabik from behind me, making me roll my eyes and turn to the dwarf. “I am not a traitor. Caspian is on our side, and I’ll be damned if you even place a finger on him,” I said, smoothly removing my sword from my sheath and spinning it around threateningly. “Trufflehunter, Caspian has to meet the Old Narnians. He’s the only one who can help us reclaim everything,” I said, smiling softly at the boy for a second.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Cas?” I giggled, blocking his sword easily. “If I did my best, you would have lost long ago, darling,” countered Caspian, blocking both my swords with one swoop and then swinging it to my knees. We interacted comfortably in the woods, with different members of the Old Narnians patrolling our side of the woods. I jumped over the blade easily, going for his side, successfully stopping it a mere inch away from his skin. “And bam, injured,” I explained, gently butting the edge of my sword against him. He groaned in disappointment after losing to me for the third time. “This is why I’m the best,” I said, half smiling at the boy. “Oh, are you? Are you really?” he asked, a taunting smile on his face. He immediately tackled me, pinning me to the ground and tickling my sides. “Ah, stop, no, geddoff you idiot,” I yelled breathless through laughs, trying to move away from his attack. Suddenly, I heard a distinct rustling that made me sit up, putting my fingers to my lips and motioning to Caspian. He quieted down, quickly hearing the rustling as well. I stood up slowly, changing form and flying up, only to see a blonde man sitting next to a young brunette girl behind a rock. One of the minotaurs was patrolling right in front of them the blond slowly lifting a sword. I swooped down, changing forms mid-air and dropping right behind the blonde, swinging both my swords at him, which he deftly blocked, stunning me for a moment. “Who the hell do you think you are,” I grunted, throwing off his sword and swinging again, quickly attacking and blocking as we moved in a circle. “Y/N!” yelled Caspian, immediately trying to move toward me. “No! I’ve got this, it’s not noble to fight two to one,” I grunted, ducking under the boy's sword as Capian watched helplessly. His sword lodged into the tree behind me, leaving him vulnerable as I swung my swords around. As the boy attempted to take his sword out of the tree, a voice screamed, “No, stop!” Both of us froze, and I glanced at the surprisingly young girl, lowering my weapons slightly. The Old Narnians gathered around me, making me slide my swords into their sheats, assessing the blonde in front of me. “... Prince Caspian?” asked Peter, looking at Caspian in confusion. “Yes… and who are you?” I asked, immediately shifting to put myself between him and Caspian. “Peter!” a voice yelled, a beautiful woman running out from behind the shrubbery, a brunette boy in tow, his sword in his hand. “Holy shit, I might have fucked up,” I gulped as the cogs in my brain turned, looking at the blonde.

“High King Peter the Magnificent. Y/N L/N, knight of Old Narnia, at your service,” I said, immediately dropping to one knee, my arm on my knee and my forehead on my arm. “Please stand, knight. I believe he called?” questioned King Peter, looking at Caspian arrogantly. “Well, yes, but I thought you’d be… older,” stuttered Caspian, immediately making me gasp in disbelief and look at him incredulously. I slapped my palm against my forehead, muttering curse words under my breath. “Well, if you like, we could come back in a few years,” stated King Peter, walking away slightly, and throwing a secret wink at me that made me smile slightly. “No, that’s alright!” started Caspian, making me giggle. Caspian threw a panicked glance at me as I tried to stop my laughter. “He’s clearly being sarcastic, Cas. Please, don’t embarrass me in front of royalty,” I muttered softly, though I’m certain King Peter heard. “I’m royalty,” protested Caspian under his breath. “Not royalty from 1000 years ago, from the golden age of Narnian!” I whispered back, rolling my eyes subtly. “A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes,” said Trufflehunter’s voice, cutting through our whispered conversation. Reepicheep then took control of the conversation as I examined the 4 kings and queens. All of them seemed to be pretty close in age, King Peter and Queen Susan probably closest to my age. “Y/N, we’re moving,” said Caspian from right beside me, making me jump slightly. I turned my face slightly, just to notice the proximity between us. Suddenly, butterflies swarmed in my stomach as Caspian walked away, leaving me behind in a confused daze. What was that?

“I agree with Peter,” I said, making Caspian look at me with a pang of hurt. “There’s no point in staying here, with only one entry and exit. We have to go to the castle and fight. It’s our only resort,” I continued, making Peter and Edmund both give me quick smiles. “Knight Y/N is right,” stepped in Reepicheem, making me bow my head slightly in acknowledgment. “So it’s settled? We storm the castle?” I asked, Peter, confirming and settling the matter. As soon as the meeting ended, Capsian stormed out after shooting me a sneer, Susan following after him with no hesitation. The sight made my heart twinge slightly, a heavy feeling in my throat I couldn’t dislodge. I walked quickly out of the room before the tears could spill, going to sit on one of the ledges at the top of the How. “Y/N,” asked a soft voice, immediately making me wipe the tears off my cheeks. “Hey Peter,” I said, clearing my throat, not having the strength to look at the boy. “I know it’s stupid to ask, but are you okay?” he asked, sitting down next to me, his legs dangling over the edge. “I’m fine,” I said, too quickly. His arm then wrapped around my shoulders, causing the walls to crack as my tears started flowing at an alarmingly fast rate. “Hey, hey hey hey, shhh,” soothed Peter, rubbing circles into my shoulder as I dug the base of my palm into my eye sockets, physically trying to stop the tears. “He was my best friend and then I lost him because of Miraz. I can’t lose him again, I just can’t,” I conceded, feeling weak. “Hey, you won’t lose him okay? And If he tries to do anything, I will ensure that he is dealt with,” replied Peter, pulling my palms away from my face and tilting my face so he was looking directly into my eyes. “What, you’ll murder him?” I joked lightly, tears blurring my view. “Worse,” he replied with a visible grin, making me laugh through the tears. “Thanks, Pete,” I said softly as our laughter died down, the nickname rolling off my tongue easily. “No problem love,” he said, ruffling the top of my head. I stuck my tongue out at him, our laughter echoing in the darkening skies. The pain in my chest, however, did not ebb away, smiles smaller than they would be.

I stood firmly on one of the Telmarine’s shields as soldiers surrounded me. I swung my swords around, killing the three men around me. I noticed a troupe of soldiers climbing up the stairs leading directly to where I stood. Just a few ways from there stood Caspian, valiantly fighting four Telmarines at the same time with just a shield, his sword lost in the fight. I grinned as an idea popped into my head and I kneeled forward, making the shield slide down the stairs, taking me with it. I slid down the stairs quickly, making the Telmarines fall aside as I barrelled right through them, my swords dealing with the rest of them. “Cas, catch,” I yelled as my momentum picked up, the flight of stairs ending as the shield slid across the slick ground. I threw one of my swords, which flew gracefully through the air right into Capsian’s waiting hand. “Thanks, N/N,” he yelled, immediately slashing at the soldiers in front of him, killing them immediately. I jumped and rolled off of the shield just as I crashed into the wall. Suddenly, I heard a distinct crash near the gate we had entered, and then the rolling of metal as the gate slowly fell. I watched in horror as one of the minotaurs ran toward the gate, lifting it on his shoulders singlehandedly. “FALL BACK,” I heard Peter’s voice ring through the halls, making me glance toward him and see his panic-stricken gaze. His eyes met mine a moment later, and I nodded at him, the most comfortable I could provide. Suddenly, two Telmarines were on me and I broke eye contact, blocking their attacks with a screeching sound before stabbing the sword toward them, my other sword with Caspian. I slowly inched toward the gate, fighting off the Telmarines that had decided I was the only weak link left. Narnians rushed toward the gate and ran past the minotaur, who ferociously held his own. Distracted, I slipped on the wet ground, my ankle rolling as I bit my tongue in pain, slightly adjusting so I could defend myself against the Termarines still attacking me. I heard a galloping near me just as I sliced the last Telmarine’s head off. I looked away from the fallen body toward the sound to see Caspian, Peter, and the Professor riding toward me. Both Caspian and Peter held their arms down, ready to lift me onto their horse. Still peeved with Caspian, I grabbed Peter’s arm as he passed by me before Caspian could cross by, my ankle causing white hot pain to burn through my body. I swung my body over the horse, immediately grabbing onto Pater’s waist, sighing in relief at the immediate loss of pressure on my injury. As I glanced back to look at Caspian, a crestfallen expression clouded his face, a pang of guilt pulsing in my heart. I turned to face forwards, and just as we crossed the gate, the minotaur looking at me hopefully. Then, I heard a sound that made my heart drop.

The gate had fallen, trapping half the Narnians inside. Peter turned his horse to face the gate, his shoulders slumping. Capsian and the professor passed us as Peter looked around to face me, Susan, and anyone who could do anything. The helpless looks each of us held further fueled his desperation as he looked back at the trapped Narnians. A knot formed in my throat as one of the centaurs nodded before turning around, leading a charge at the remaining Telmarines. “PETER, THE BRIDGE,” yelled Caspian’s voice, making Peter snap out of his daze, glancing at me and then the trapped Narnians before starting the horse again. The horse galloped, leaping above the gap on the other side, leaving the Narnians behind. I tightly grasped Peter’s waist, burying my head into the back of his shoulder, the last expressions of the Narnians’ etched into my memories.

“Y/N, come on,” I heard a voice say, making me clearly look around. We had reached a relatively safe part of the woods, and people were dismounting the horses to proceed on foot. Peter was the one who had awoken me, sliding off the horse once I came to and then helping me down. Caspian was getting off his own horse right next to us, landing on the ground with a thud. I swung my leg over the horse’s body to one side before jumping down, landing on both feet. Blood rushed to my ankle, making me yelp in pain. Immediately, two sets of arms were around me, helping me support my weight. “I got this,” said Peter through gritted teeth, glaring at Caspian before lifting me up so his arms were supporting the crook of my knees and my upper back. I curled into his side, the pain easing slowly as the other two sets of hands immediately let go of me. Peter then walked forward with a surge of power, a glance showing me the sight of Caspian standing alone in the woods, a wide berth around which people moved. “I’m not letting Caspian be around you after the way he hurt you, I swear to Aslan,” said Peter angrily, the guilt building up to create rage. I didn’t respond, choosing to close my eyes again and try to ignore everything.

The sun was rising soon enough, just as we reach Aslan’s How. “What happened?” asked Lucy, a pained expression on her face as she took in the sight. So few of us hand returned. “Ask him,” sneered Peter, still carrying me. “Peter,” admonished Susan, just as Caspian questioned, “Me?”. “Cas,” I warned lowly, making him glance at me for a second softly, his expression then hardening as he looked at Peter. “You could have called it off, there was still time,” protested Caspian, making both Peter and Caspian slow to a halt. Peter slowly released me, supporting my weight with my arms, my injured ankle floating slightly above the ground as I balanced myself. “There wasn’t thanks to you,” said Peter, voice metallic with anger. “If you’d kept to the plan, then those soldiers would definitely be alive right now,” continued Peter, pointing accusingly at Caspian, his other arms supporting me. “AND IF YOU’D JUST STAYED HERE LIKE I’D SUGGESTED, THE DEFINITELY WOULD BE,” yelled Caspian just as angrily. “You called us, remember?” asked Peter sarcastically, slowly easing away the support. “My first mistake,” stated Caspian. “Caspian, that’s enough,” I chided sharply. “No, your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people,” said Peter, walking away. “Peter, stop it,” I said venomously, trying to stop the argument. “HEY!” yelled Caspian, making Peter look at him with a disgusted expression. “I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.” “You invaded Narnia, you have no more right to be here than Miraz does,” yelled Peter at Caspian, Capsian walking away quickly. I tried to follow Caspian, grasping onto his sleeves desperately in vain. “You, him your father. Narnia’s better of without the lot of you,” yelled Peter after him, making Caspian stop in his tracks. Caspian yelled, drawing his sword and pointing it at Peter, who retaliated. “WOAH, THAT IS ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU STOP IT,” I yelled, leaping forward and placing myself between their swords. “Trumpkin,” I gasped softly, making both the men turn to look where I was staring, heartbroken. “TRUMPKIN, NO” I yelled, rushing forward, ignoring the pain in my ankle as I landed next to the dwarf, who was not responding. “Lucy, please,” I begged as she ran forward with her cordial, a drop spilling from the bottle as she knelt next to Trumpkin beside me, Susan and Edmund also surrounding him. He gasped suddenly, making me laugh in relief as he sat up and said, “What are you all staring at for? Telermaines will be here soon enough.” “I’m so happy to have you, Trumpkin,” I said, pulling the dwarf into a reluctant hug. “Y/N, you need some too,” gasped Lucy as she noticed my ankle, which was now a sickly purple. “Oh, it’s fine, nothing a little transformation can’t fix,” I replied, shrugging a little. “Transformation? Whatever do you mean?” asked Edmund, Susan giving a cordial nod to show her curiosity. Peter and Lucy shared expressions of understanding before looking at me. “... wait, you guys don’t know?” I asked, making the two all just look at me with more confusion. “Oh, this is awesome,” I replied, grinning mischievously as I breathed in for a minute before changing my form, immediately healing my hurt ankle as I took the shape of a raven. “Wait, that means you’re not human!” exclaimed Susan as I flitted around from creature to creature, breaking up the sad aura slightly. I did notice that Ginabrik was missing, but didn’t pay much heed to it as I perched on Lucy’s shoulder, who scratched the edge of my wing with a single finger. I then flew off of her and transformed back into my normal form, the injury in my ankle now gone. “So I carried you all this way for nothing?!” said an exasperated Peter once he realized that I was healed. “Yep, basically,” I said, smiling slyly before going into the How, Peter following beside and muttering angrily, Edmund and Trumpkin falling into stride behind us. “One drop of Adam’s blood. Then I am yours, my King,” I heard a sugar-sweet voice whisper through the tunnels of the How, I sudden wintry cold settling in my bones. Edmund and Peter both froze as they heard the voice, making me unsheathe my sword silently in preparation for the danger to come.

“Stop!” Peter yelled as he ran forward, the rest of us following him as we rounded the corner right in front of the broken Table. Caspian stood as if in a trance in the middle of a circle, his hand outstretched toward the scary but beautiful woman. “PETER, GET TO CASPIAN!” I yelled, taking over his fight with the hag, allowing him to run forward and push Caspian out of the circle. “I heard Lucy yell in pain, but before I could do anything the hag leaped at me again, forcing me back into the fight. Different sorts of groans and growls filled the How as everyone fought, Peter now standing in front of the witch with his sword pointed threateningly. “Peter dear, I missed you. Come. Just one drop,” coaxed the witch, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. “Get away from me,” I growled as the hag stood up, jumping on my back and distracting me again. “DON’T DO IT PETER!” I yelled as Peter’s sword lowered slowly, just as I buried my sword into the hag’s chest. I started to run toward the ice wall, only to see it start to shatter, the tip of a sword destroying the ice bit by bit. The ice shattered completely to reveal Edmund, his sword raised above him in both his hands. I walked gingerly toward Peter and Caspian, both of whom were facing Edmund. “I know. You had it sorted,” muttered Edmund, walking away. Peter followed immediately after, Lucy and Trumpkin leaving to go back up, leaving Capsian and me alone. “WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU,” I yelled into the boy’s face, jabbing my finger into his chest, forcing him to hurriedly stumble away. “THE WHITE WITCH?” I groaned in frustration. “I didn’t expect it to be her,” protested Capian weakly. “You can’t risk like this Caspian, you have to lead us. I hate to say it, but Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy will have to leave and go back to their home, wherever it is! You are our only chance, you can’t just fucking blow it!” I explained to him through gritted teeth, crossing my arms angrily. “Please,” I whimpered, making Caspian expression fall. “Please be safe. I can’t lose more people,” I whispered almost silently before I ran off, leaving Caspian to stand in the room alone, the evidence of his stupidity staring him in the face. I went up the How, leaning against one of the walls and sitting, fiddling with the edge of my vest. I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up to someone yelling my name. I stood up immediately, hitting my head against the wall. I groaned in pain, running in the direction of the voice to reach the front of the How, Caspian, Peter, Lucy, and Edmund gathered in the area, and Susan, the professor, and the others gathered just beyond on the same level. “What is it?” I questioned, rubbing at my head as I walked out. I then noticed the large army walking toward the How, carrying weapons and catapults the Old Narnians couldn’t even begin to fight alone. A steady thumping emanated from the marching soldiers as I looked at Capsian worriedly, an anxious expression on his face too. I reached for his hand, which wrapped around mine easily. “We need a plan. Now,” said Peter, Caspian nodding in agreement for once.

“And she won’t be alone,” Susan and I said simultaneously, both of us glancing at each other in support. “Haven’t enough of us died already?” asked Trumpkin in a pained voice, looking from me to Lucy. “None of us have lost hope,” I muttered softly, making Trumpkin’s expression soften. “For Aslan,” I heard Repicheep say, drawing his sword. “For Aslan,” echoed another one of the bears. “And for Narnia,” I said, my voice ringing with an air of finality. “Then I’m going with the both of you,” said Trumpkin, making both of us disagree. “We need you here,” said Lucy. “We have to hold them off until Lucy, Susan, and Y/N get back,” said Peter. “If I may,” Capsian said respectfully, making me smile at the boy, “Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer… but as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one, in particular, that may buy us some time.” I grinned as I realised the brilliance of the plan.

“Lucy, you have to go alone,” said Susan to her younger sister, sweeping off her horse and standing beside my own horse, which Caspian had lent. She smacked the horse, who reared and took off running, before looking at me and nodding determinedly. I swept off my own horse, swinging my swords around. Susan attacked the Telarmarines in the distance, while I attacked the ones which tried to approach Susan. Soon, however, there were too many to fight, one of my swords lost somewhere, the other struggling valiantly against the many Telmarines. Suddenly, I heard the sound of galloping as I fell backward, a horse rearing and crushing the last of the Telmarines under its mighty hooves. “Y/N!” I heard a familiar voice say, Caspian appeared in front of me and grabbed my arm, immediately pulling me up before helping Susan as well. “Are you okay?” asked Capsian, looking over me and then at Susan, both of us nodding. He enveloped me in a strong hug, making the adrenaline slow down a bot as my heart eased it’s thumping. “We should go then,” said Caspian, helping me up onto my own horse and then aiding Susan behind me. The three of us took off to where the duel was ongoing, Peter glancing around worriedly between us for his youngest sister. I shook my head solemnly, making his expression fall slightly. “Thank you,” I heard Peter say to Caspian before Peter directed me to stand bedside Edmund and Capsian, tasking Susan with going up the How with the rest of the archers.

“CASPIAN, NO!” I yelled as he ran toward a group of four Telmarines, fighting all of them single-handedly. I continued fighting the two Telmarines on me, making a quick job of them before looking back at Caspian. He looked overwhelmed as more Telmarines huddled around him, recognizing him as the main threat. I slayed the Terlmarines that surrounded me, making slow progress in Caspian’s direction. Just as I reached him, I noticed a small dagger in the hand of one of the soldiers who stood behind Caspian. “CASPIAN, CAREFUL,” I tried warning to no avail as my voice was silenced by the din of the battle waging around us. In a desperate last attempt, I knocked down one of the Telmarines in front of me. As he fell, I placed my foot on his shoulder and leaped behind Caspian, just as the dagger dove to pierce Caspian. “Y/N!” screamed Caspian, though his voice was slowly becoming softer as I fell to the ground, the dagger pierced my abdomen. I heard Caspian roar before attacking the soldiers around him with new fervor, forming a circle of protection around me as blood slowly left my body, the dagger still in place. A sharp burning clouded my senses, leaving me useless on the battlefield. Everything faded to black, with no energy for me to try and heal myself.

A warm flavor spread across my tongue, almost like cinnamon, vanilla, and fire. The slow throbbing in my lower abdomen halted, leaving me in a surprisingly unhurt state. “She isn’t waking up! Why isn’t she waking up?!” I heard a pained voice call out, the familiar voice and the hurt behind it making my own heart ache. “Y/N, please wake up, please,” the voice pleaded, a hand brushing the side of my face. I flinched, my eyes flicking open, the sunlight immediately burning into my face. “That tastes really good, can I have some more?” I murmured deliriously, rubbing at my eyes and trying to push myself up. “YOU’RE AWAKE,” a voice yelled, a set of arms immediately tackling me back into the… bed? “No, I’m a ghost! Now, geddof me you oaf,” I protested, pushing at Caspian to get away from me, though his arms gave a sense of security that made my heart thrum. I looked around to see we were in the castle, Lucy standing on the side with a smile on her face. “Thank you,” I mouthed to her and she grinned at me in return, walking delicately out of the room and closing the door, leaving me and Caspian alone. “Do you know how scared I was? I would never forgive myself if you died because of me!” scolded Caspian, his arms nearly suffocating me as he continued to hold onto me for dear life. “Oh, who cares about me? I’m just one of the knights,” I replied airily, squirming in the boy’s grip. “No,” said Caspian, loosening his hold on me to move and sit right in front of me, his weight on my legs. “You are the most important person I have in my life Y/N. If you died, I wouldn’t be able to live,” he said, a ringing honesty in his voice that made my eyes water. “Now rest up. You and I, my dear, have a lot of adventures to go on,” said Caspian, laying down next to me, both of us falling asleep in the room. Caspian’s room.

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