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I really love all your Joost fics, and thank you so much for the Aggu crumbs 💕
Do you take Aggu requests too? There’s this one Aggu tiktok (the grape video) and I was wondering if you could do an Aggu x Reader where reader is the one feeding the grapes jokingly at first, but then it turns into something intimate
Yes, I saw the grape video and I think I get appeal 😌 This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it anyway & I hope it's fine with you that I also snuck a bit of Joost x reader in there 🤭
picnic day ~ Ski Aggu one shot
My masterlist here ✨💌
Pairing: Ski Aggu x reader (also a sneaky Joost Klein x reader, sry i had to)
Description: When you almost lose all your hope getting with Joost, Aggu proposes an interesting idea to get the two of you together.
Word Count: 0.9k
A/N: I usually don't write for Aggu but loved this idea so here you go💌 requests still open although I can't promise too many as I'll be on vacation the next two weeks ☀️ if you liked it, you can show your support by leaving a reblog 🫶
Warnings: mention of weed, not proofread
"Aggu!" you said with a big smile as you saw the blonde man walk up to you.
"(Y/N), what's up?" Aggu asked while engulfing you in a hug.
"Nothing much, you're the first person to be here," you shrugged and motioned to the picnic blanket you had already spread out on the grass.
"I expected nothing else," Aggu laughed and sat down on the blanket.
The both of you had a reputation within your friend group for always being punctual while everyone would be late. You were glad that at least you weren't the only person and secretly you liked it because it meant that every time you would hang out in a group you would get Aggu an extra 15 to 30 minutes just to yourself. So you couldn't complain, really. It was a warm late spring day, summer just around the corner. The park was lively but not too packed. Aggu was wearing a tight football jersey which hugged his figure and especially his upper arms very nicely.
It had only been recently when you looked at Aggu with different eyes. It happened when you were out partying a few weeks ago and the music was so loud, the club was so packed that you stood so close to Aggu that he had to lean down to you and closely whisper into your ear to tell you something. When the hairs on your arms shot straight up and suddenly you got all shy around him. Prior to this moment, you didn't know that Aggu could have this effect on you (maybe because before that Joost was all you could think about but right now your mind was preoccupied with the German rapper). Since you caught your little crush on Aggu that only grew by the minute you really appreciated how much of a flirty personality he had. Any joke or touch you shared would never be taken in the wrong way by him, that you were sure of.
"I got us some beer and cookies," Aggu announced as he unpacked the goods from his bag. "Also this," he held up a packet of weed. He laid down on his side only propped up by his elbow.
"Nice," you grinned. "I brought some hummus and veggie sticks and some grapes," you pointed to the food already on the blanket.
"I would love some grapes right now," Aggu pointed to the packet of grapes in front of you.
"Be my guest," you said.
"But I'm so comfortable right now," Aggu pouted. "Will you feed them to me? Please?" he said with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes.
"Whatever," you said and opened the package. You didn't make the effort to actually pluck the grapes from the vine. He'll have to do that himself, you thought. Instead, you just scooted a bit closer to Aggu so you could comfortably reach him. You dangled the vine of grapes above his head so that he could reach the grapes with his mouth.
Aggu shot you a quick shot and a grin before he opened his mouth and took some of the grapes into his mouth. You realised the position you put him in really didn't help you to cure the crush anytime soon. You watched Aggu's face intently. How sharp and godlike his jawline looked from the side. How lush his lips looked as they wrapped around the grapes. How he closed his eyes as if he was leaning into a kiss. How the stubble on his face might feel against your fingers or maybe even between your thighs. You tried to ban those thoughts to the back of your head immediately.
"You also want one?" Aggu asked after he swallowed.
"Sure," you said and before you could pick a grape yourself Aggu went in again and plucked a single grape from the vine using his mouth.
He nodded and angled his head upwards to you, the grape positioned between his front teeth. There really was no way you could misread the invitation Aggu was sending you right now. You bit your lip and put your hand on Aggu's shoulder before you leaned down, your heart almost beating out of your chest. Your lips softly touched Aggu's as you took the grape and sucked it into your mouth. Instead of pulling back you suddenly felt Aggu's hand on your cheek, holding you just in place. Now your lips were properly pressed on Aggu's. The kiss was soft and sweet and yet you could feel arousal building up inside your lower stomach, wishing you could be in private and alone with Aggu right now.
"Are we interrupting something?" you heard your friend Bianca's amused voice behind you.
You let go of Aggu and looked up at her, embarrassment overcoming you. Behind Bianca was Joost who you noticed didn't look so amused like Bianca, his facial expression blank. You let go of Aggu's shoulder as you shifted your position beside him.
"What's up?" you asked the two of them nonchalantly and Bianca started ranting about the Tinder date she had been on just last night.
You could feel Aggu shifting closer to you again as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. Just for a second, your gaze crossed Joost's stare across from you but before you could even react he quickly looked away.
"If you're free tonight we can continue this," Aggu's voice seductively danced over your ear and you smiled.
"I'd like that very much."
#joostsblog#ski aggu#ski aggu x reader#ski aggu x you#ski aggu oneshot#ski aggu one shot#ski aggu imagine#ski aggu fanfic#ski aggu fanfiction#ski aggu ff#joost#joost klein#joost klein x reader
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all these one night stand scenarios got me thinking 🤔
say y/n is going to be in korea for a fixed amount of time for work, like 3-5 months. y/n might return next year for work, maybe not.
how would svt deal with a crush? just let it peter out, ons to get it out their system, try to do a fwb situation and lie to themselves about catching feelings? or just try to be friends and maintain that when y/n goes back to their home country? wonder if any of them would dive head first into romance anyway.
im curious what you think 💭
this has been sitting on my inbox for such a long time now, i'm so sorry. ❤️🍒
seungcheol, joshua, dokyeom, seungkwan, vernon:
they try to befriend you and keep that friendship going for as long as they can, especially when you're back in your home country. of course, their feelings for you go as far as friendship, but it isn't in their nature to force things, so they all can deal well with the waiting for you part.
jeonghan, junhui, soonyoung, mingyu, chan:
they try to have an fwb relationship with you while you're beside them, otherwise they'll go insane. they just need you, so if you're down, they absolutely set for the "if i can't have you for as long as i want, then at least let me have you for now". poor junhui and chan might catch feelings.
wonwoo, jihoon, minghao:
they're hard to tell, but i picture them as very laid back in the sense of, they won't engage in anything or try anything the moment you tell them you're not gonna stick around for too long. they might keep your friendship, but they won't try to maintain it while you're away (for their own good too, btw) - in the back of their heads there's just this hopeful thought that maybe you'll come back soon and thigs will be different, if they're still feeling whatever they are feeling for you now, of course.
#seventeen headcanons#seventeen reactions#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you#svt headcanons#svt imagines#svt reactions#svt x reader#svt x you#seventeen#svt#scoups#yoon jeonghan#joshua hong#moon junhui#hoshi#jeon wonwoo#woozi#dk#dokyeom#kim mingyu#xu minghao#the8#boo seungkwan#vernon#chwe hansol#dino#lee chan
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heyyy! just wanted to say i LOVED ur “much needed reminder” fic. i was wondering if u could do a fic for han? an “best friends older brother” or “older brothers best friend” type of thing. kind of specific but also with spit kink involved? just an ask!! 🤍🤍🐿️🐿️
hi!! I'm glad you enjoyed it :'''') it's actually one of the fics I'm least confident about haha.. anyways, hope you enjoy!! <3
Anime Night
˚ʚHan Jisung x fem!Readerɞ˚
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: You join your older brother and his best friend Jisung on their weekly anime night. But the younger boy seems to have other plans with yoy besides watching anime.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~2.1k
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem reader, reader is Minho's younger sister, voyeurism, fingering, spit kink(hope i did it justice ><), kinda but not really rough sex?, accidental creampie, oh and you know what’s also so hot that isn’t blatantly mentioned? CONSENT. Wowowowow so sexy. You should make sure you practice consent. :)
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: i wrote this in a college pov where everybody still lives with their parents (so reader and min live together with their parents and ji lives with his parents but they’re in school)
Sorry if the end was too rushed <3 I'm in a lot of back pain so i don’t feel like i proofread it well lol
MDNI!! smut below the cut
DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!
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“Pleeeeease!!! You always hog him to yourself! I want to hang out with Sungie too!” Your arms cross over your arm and you angrily pout. You hear the sweet laugh of the boy in question, but you stay focused on your older brother in front of you.
“Yeah, no shit. ‘Cause he’s my friend?” He rolls his eyes, continuing to carry multiple bags of chips to the living room while Jisung follows behind closely with popcorn. “You’re just gonna bother him. AND me for that matter.”
“I don’t care. He would be my friend too if you weren’t such a little bitch about it.” Minho’s eyes narrow at you and you stick your tongue out at him, flipping him the bird for good measure. He makes a disgusted face in response and you watch as his lips part to say something only for Jisung to interrupt him through laughs.
“It’s okay, hyung, she can join. She won’t bother me I promise.”
Minho turns to his friend with an uncertain look on his face, almost denying the boy and resisting even farther until the boy smiles at him cutely.
“Ugh. Fine.. But she’s eating out of your snacks. NOT mine!!”
You squeal and run up to your brother, giving him a hug before running off to your room to change. “THANKS MINNIE!!”
You return shortly after in your favorite pajama shorts and shirt set, happily skipping down the hallway towards the living room again. You stop in your tracks at the sight of Jisung, his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he focuses on the streaming service. You realize you must have been staring for a while because he turns to you curiously, smiling and giggling when a blush forms on your face.
He’s sat in the middle of the couch, and he welcomingly pats the seat to his left with a soft smile. You smile back and nod, taking your seat and leaning your head on his shoulder. Your brother and him have been friends for a long time, so it’s not weird that you cuddle up to the younger boy. Sometimes even cuddling up to both of them when Min was in the right mood. So he leans back onto you, allowing you both to enjoy the warmth before you hear Minho’s footsteps returning. The younger boy looks down at you with a slight frown when you move away to grab your drink from Minho, but quickly forgets about it when a blanket is thrown at the back of his head.
“YA!”
After the two boys spend a few minutes bickering back and forth, they settle down and watch the show’s intro begin. The two of them sing the intro together, dramatically clutching each other, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You whisper a quiet “Dorks” under your breath and lean back into the couch to enjoy the rest of the intro.
Once the episode is finally starting, Minho hands you a bag of chips he knows you like and Jisung flings a blanket across both his and your lap. You thank them both, smiling to yourself and losing yourself in the animation.
It’s not long until you feel a cold hand ghost along your thigh. You acted normal on the outside and screamed internally until the hand stops to rest along your inner thigh. He feels you tense up and almost pulls his hands away, but then your thighs instinctively clench, unintentionally squeezing his hand between your thighs. In his peripheral vision, he sees you biting your lip with a small blush and it only gives him more confidence to move forward.
Throughout the years he had never gone this far. Only ever putting an arm around your shoulder in situations when he felt the need to protect you from other men people. His fingers stroke the inside of your thigh for some time, soothingly squeezing it anytime your legs jerked out of anxiety. As the episode goes on, his hand moves farther and farther up your thigh until he’s eventually tracing the hem of your underwear.
By the time the next episode is starting, your breaths have become heavy and your panties are sticking to your pussy. You swear he can tell. And you don’t mean to be getting horny like this, but when his hand keeps moving farther up your thigh with every celebration or booing of a scene, you can’t really help it.
About 10 minutes into the 2nd episode you feel his fingers breach your underwear. The tips of his fingers start to rub small circles onto your clit and it has you keening into your hand. You whip your head towards him and expect to see him looking at you, but instead you're met with his face still glued towards the screen, an amused grin now covering his features. The fingers on your clit push down harder and you sigh quietly, your eyes fluttering shut as he continues to mindlessly draw random shapes onto your sensitive bud.
Suddenly the sound of both men laughing out loud catches you off guard, your legs clamp shut around his hand in fear of being caught. He quickly pinches your inner thigh and you hesitantly open your legs again for him. Your eyes dart to Minho and you’re thankful for his eyes still being glued to the screen.
“Jisung…” You moan against his arm, attempting to get a little bit of his attention, but he silently puckers his lips to shush you. You frown and one of his fingers move down to slide against your folds, gathering and spreading your wetness before shoving itself into your warmth.
Your head rolls until it’s resting against the back cushion of the couch and he struggles to hold back a grin. You faintly hear them start discussing a fight scene that just happened, but your mind is so focused on the now two fingers that are slowing fucking you open so you don’t process any of it. You feel yourself getting closer and closer as the episode goes on, but when you feel yourself start to come undone Minho suddenly jumps to his feet.
Jisung’s hands fly away from you and you both look up at the oldest with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, very thankful for the way he is stretching his body and not paying any attention to either of you. “Alright, I’m heading to sleep. I bought the snack so I’m leaving the cleaning to you guys.” He sticks his tongue out before literally running off to his room.
The two of you sit there in silence, your heavy breathes filling the air as your hearts beat out of your chests. A nervous laugh from him breaks the silence, “That was scary as fuck.” The sudden speaking almost scares you shitless but it pulls a giggle from you and you nod in agreement, “Yea… holy shit.” He looks over at you and smiles, but suddenly rises to his feet and throws the blanket off of your lap, grabbing at the elastic of your shorts. You’re given no time to react before he pulls your underwear and shorts off in one swoop and throws them on the floor next to him.
“W-Wait! Ji?!?” You hissed and clamped your legs shut, “He’s gonna hear us!”
“That’s.. kinda the point? ‘M tired of hiding how hard you make me. Need you to finally be my pretty thing.” Your glossy eyes look up at him, and he feels his heart skip a beat when you make a sad face. “W-What?”
“Haha I thought it was obvious that I liked you? Now let me make you mine, ‘kay?” His voice gets deeper as he leans in, finally pushing his lips against yours. He uses the distraction to spread your legs apart, pushing them up so he can pull your ass to the edge of the couch. You take advantage of the new closeness and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
He spreads you wider, trailing his hand back to your folds and running his fingers through them teasingly. You gasp into his mouth when two of his fingers sink back into you, starting off at a fast pace as they try to bring you back to the orgasm you got denied.
He pulls away for a moment and leans his forehead against yours, “Fuck, my baby…You look so pretty like this. You’re fucking perfect… I need you so bad.” You whine at the sudden praise and bite his lip desperately, wanting him to kiss you again. He moans loudly and you swear you can see his dick twitch against his sweats.
You watch in awe as he backs away from your face, allowing a big glob of spit to fall from his pretty pink lips that lands perfectly on your clit and trails down along your folds. You moan embarrassingly loud at the sight and he only smirks before putting his fingers back to work. His lips find yours again and his tongue trails along your bottom lip, pushing in and sloppily making out with you until he feels you clench around his fingers.
You pull away to throw your head back when his fingers start to move faster, gasping as your orgasm starts to hit you like a bus. Nothing but squelching sounds fill the living room as he finger fucks you through your high. He doesn’t stop for a while, and he honestly would have pushed you to cum again like this but you push him away in need of a breather.
You lift your head in time to see him shove his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. “As much as I wanna see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I think we can save that for next time. I need to fuck you right now or else I’ll actually fucking die..”
You laugh breathlessly and watch as he shoves his sweats down, not even bothering to take them off all the way before he pulls his dick out. You moan softly as he spits on your folds again and runs his tip through the wetness repeatedly. He only finally pushes in when you playfully smack his shoulder with a whine, and the stretch pulls a sigh from both of your lips, followed by a low growl from him. He thrusts a few times to test the waters before quickening his thrusts and pulling desperate moans from you that only egg him on, pushing him to slam his hips into yours even harder as he almost forgets about the boy down the hall.
“Shhhhh, you gotta stay quiet baby... If Min wakes up then I can’t keep fucking you.” He says so convincingly until he starts pounding into you roughly, pulling even louder sobs from your mouth. Your legs are quickly thrown over his shoulders and he doesn’t let up even once, instead watching with a sinful smirk as your fingers claw into the couch below you.
He fuck you like this until you start to clench around him, his eyes always shooting back and forth between your face and where he’s entering you. “Look at me, pretty baby. Open your mouth for me okay?” You open your mouth and stick your tongue out in response while holding eye contact, and he leans forward to allow more spit to fall from his mouth. This time it lands on your tongue, and he doesn’t even have to ask before you’re obediently swallowing.
His eyes roll into the back of his head and you feel his hips stutter against yours, “Fuck… Baby ‘m not gonna last. Especially when you’re so sweet..”
“J-Ji, please.. Love you-“
“I love you too baby. Now be good and cum for me, okay?” One of his hands goes down to messily rub back and forth on your clit and it sends you over the edge. You find yourself hiding in his neck and moaning against the skin there in an attempt to quiet your moans.
Then like that, you’re coming hard around him. He follows not long after, whining praises into your ear as he slows his thrusts. He moans lowly against your shoulder as he fills you to the brim, enjoying the warmth of it all until your voice breaks the silence.
“Fuck! Ji.. you came inside!” You hissed out, trying to keep your voice down while still out of breath.
He smirks down at you, pulling out and pressing a kiss to your forehead as he backs away. “Sorry baby, I couldn’t help myself. Don’t worry about it right now. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed before Min comes out here and kills me.”
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hi i really like ur niki smuts and i have a suggestion
can you do one where like you and niki are mcs on Musicbank and one day you guys where like fucking or just a quickie before the show started..
uhmm that feels weird to write but if you do consider it and write it plz tag me
Cw: smut
This is kinda long lol
You met Riki while mcing for Musicbank, you had both heard of each other before, having both been popular.
You were a YouTuber and artist who had millions of subscribers, sometimes making vlog videos and fashion videos, which led to companies taking interest in you and sending you their products for you to model, and recently Calvin Klein asked you to be in one of their advertisements, which you happily accepted.
Riki was charming and charismatic. He was tall and slim, well dressed and groomed and looked so fresh always. He could be a Vivienne Westwood ambassador, you thought, if he wasn’t already with Prada.
You were invited to host Musicbank unexpectedly but positively. You had mentioned in one of your videos of how you liked one of Enhypen’s albums; Dark Blood. You also did occasional fan arts for some of the members on your art channel which were very successful.
Riki has seen some of your fashion vlogs, having noticed you from your Calvin Klein commercial, it was cool toned and sexy; you were in unbuttoned jeans with the logo of your white underwear sticking out, wearing a white bralette, your hair wet, they wanted it to look beachy, they told you. When he found out you knew enhypen, god he was like a middle school boy with a crush. Were you an engene? Did you like him? Was he your bias? He wanted to ask you so many things
Your outfit was classy and stylish for the night. Your hair was straightened and glossy, minimal brow makeup and clear mascara as well as soft blush and sheer lipstick, you looked like you were in an Inisfree ad. Your body was dressed in an off the shoulder black fitted dress, that came down to your mid calf, that complimented the natural curve of your body. Your feet were covered in modest Gucci black socks that came up just above your ankle, with some same brand patent black loafers with a small heel and a slightly pointed toe. Your jewelry consisted of small earrings with bright stones to match your eyes, and a few rings and bangles that dangles and made a jingle when you held the microphone. You smelled of Prada’s blossom perfume.
Riki was also well dressed. He was in a simple black suit that complimented his sharp features but also was soft and juvenile, not making him look older. His eyes had grey contacts in and feathered black eyeliner around his eyes, his hair lightly brushing his face sometimes. If you didn’t know any better, you would say you looked like you were both in an ad for the same brand, as the stock cool and young couple that drives off in an expensive car.
You smiled when you caught him looking at you, giving you a small and nervous smile back. His voice was like molasses, so charismatic and deep, so alluring when he spoke to you, or at least what was on the script for your conversation. You caught yourself gazing at him unintentionally, getting embarrassed.
You were exhausted from the bright flashing lights and noise of the crowd after it was done, having to squint because of the harsh light. You felt a hand on your shoulder when you were perched on one of the steps. It was Riki, smiling.
‘How do you get used to all of the chaos?’ You ask him, rubbing your temple with your thumb as you give him a small smile
‘Well for me, I love all of it, so it doesn’t tire me as much,’ he says
‘You look really handsome by the way,’ you tease, giggling
‘Handsome? You think so?’ He chuckles,licking his lips
‘I do,’ you coo. ‘If you weren’t an idol all busy, I would totally ask you out,’ you laugh
‘Is that so? Well, what makes you think I would say no?’ He sits down on the steps next to you, running his fingers through his dark hair
You straighten your back before tucking your hair behind your ear and looking up at him, you knew your eyes were beautiful, and how hard it was to resist you like this. He clenched his jaw, his eyes softening as he looked into your eyes
He closed the distance between you, connecting his lips with yours, softly holding your face.
You pulled away, making him whine internally. ‘I’m tired, do you wanna come to my hotel?’ You tease, kissing him again and holding his collar
As soon as you opened the door, you quickly shut it and pulled him by his tie to your lips, running your hands through his hair as he held your waist closer to his, softly groaning
He was dominant but clearly new to physical touch, though he was confident and a quick learner. He pressed his body against you, letting your wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. You quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his shirt, letting him unzip your tight dress and letting it fall to the floor.
He let you ride him, his back pressed against the headboard as you kissed him and straddled his cock. He kissed your neck as he gripped your hips, helping you up and down himself.
You let him stay the night, holding you as you fell asleep, both naked and warm.
#niki smut#enha smut#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen smut#riki smut#riki hard thoughts#n1k1smut#ni ki hard thoughts#ayacokeandpepsithots
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image credit: c2299cLance on Twitter
The above image is from the Episode 2x05 insider. And boy oh boy do I (did I?) have a question about this.
Because if that really is the book being published in the present day . . . then that pretty much upends the format of the show. Because the book being published means there is absolutely no reason for Daniel to stick around Dubai anymore IMO. Because why would he? His job is done.
And truth be told, I've long thought the interview would be finished in episode 2x08. That Daniel would finish it, and talk about heading home to being writing and editing it.
However, I never really thought he would actually leave. Because Daniel's character basically does leave the story at the end of Interview with the Vampire. And we don't see him again until Queen of the Damned, during the chase. (And we already know Season 3 is The Vampire Lestat).
But I really couldn't work out how the show could ever have that happen -- because that basically means Daniel's character leaving the show for a time. Possibly a long time, as time jumps just to account for the book being published would have to happen. And that, well . . .
See, I very much noticed how much Daniel's Parkinson's was making him shake this episode (2x05). And I in no way think Armand and Daniel are doing the Devil's Minion chase in the current day with Daniel having Parkinson's during a pandemic (which is still going on in the show's timeline). Sorry, no, not happening IMO. Because there is no damn reason for Armand to chase Daniel now, IMO. The reason Armand even did so in the first place was because he found Daniel fascinating/interesting. And well, as we just saw in episode 2x05 that already happened. It makes no sense that Armand would wait 50 freakin' years to follow up on that with a chase around the world.
So the book being published at the end of the interview always meant, to me, that it would mean bye-bye to Eric from the show. Which, I was NOT looking forward to. Because I honestly couldn't see any reason for Daniel's character to stick around, at least in Dubai, never mind the next part of the story. Especially if Lestat isn't going to be in Dubai and we might have to start doing freakin' time jumps to account for the publication of books.
And, once again, Daniel has a degenerative disease. That, once again, I noticed very well how much he was shaking from. So unless Devil's Minion really didn't happen in the past, there really was no way for Daniel to enter or be part of the story going forward. Because yes, I very much think Armand is going to be prepared to let Daniel leave Dubai and not stop him. Right now, Armand is very focused on keeping his life as it is in Dubai, and I think part of that is due to him not thinking Daniel would ever really remember anything of the past anyway.
So yeah, if that prop is for the book actually being published in the modern-day, I was already beginning to mourn Daniel leaving the show. Because from how I looked at it, I couldn't figure out any reason why his character would stay in Dubai, around these vampires anymore. Right now, if Daniel leaves Dubai, he leaves the show IMO. And probably for a good long while, given where the story is going. (With maybe Armand coming to see Daniel later at some point when he's dying to turn him or something, IDK).
And then, I was reminded -- by @nalyra-dreaming -- of this picture that Eric posted on Twitter a few months back:
And it all began to click.
Because for a real time there, for a few weeks at least after Eric first posted this, I seriously thought that Daniel's character was going to, well die.
Between the posting of this picture by Eric as well as a few other things, no joke, I was getting a real vibe about it, that Daniel was going to die this season . . . but not stay dead of course. I just held back on talking about it because it felt so damn early, story-wise, for it to happen.
And then something during the lead-up to the more recent press events made me stop thinking Daniel would die. And that Daniel's turning still wouldn't happen for a few more seasons yet.
But now . . . if the book really is going to be published . . .
I think it's going to be published posthumously. Or, at least, posthumously to the human world.
Because why would Daniel stick around in Dubai if the book is published? As we saw in the preview for next week, he's already saying to Justin Kirk he wants to get out of this alive. The minute he's done with the interview he's leaving, make no mistake about that. So why would Daniel stay?
Well, becoming an undead vampire would do it.
So everyone who wanted Eric's Daniel to become a vampire? You might actually be getting your wish this season. Because if those books above really are real and Daniel really is publishing it in the modern-day . . . then the only reason I can think of for him to not only stay in Dubai/on the show but not visibly age -- or get sicker like Daniel very much would wrt such time jumps that would require not only a publication of such a book but for Lestat to see it, read it, etc -- is this. Daniel becomes a vampire at the end of this season.
Because otherwise, IMO? There is no other reason for his character to stick around. Not from anything else I've thought of so far at least that would make any type of sense.
And what is going to force Armand's hand into turning Daniel? (Because yes, I do still think it's going to be Armand who does it) Well, very likely this . . .
gif credit: @hermit-frog
I already thought Daniel was going to get hurt when it came to this happening. But now I think Daniel getting hurt will be the least of it . . .
#Daniel Molloy#Eric Bogosian#Armand#The Vampire Armand#Devil's Minion#The Devil's Minion#iwtv Season 2#iwtv Season 2 speculation#iwtv spoilers#and if something else happens in the finale -- yeah I see the parallel show#which was one of the reasons I saw why this could happen a few months back . . .
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Womp, womp! I'm back! (🥩anon) I didn't realize that you have respond to my suggest or request (wtv) until I realized that I accidentally anonymous myself ‼️
Anyway, I have been thinking about this for a while. Ghost with a male or ftm reader who has a body that is feminine than a female has(no offend to female)
Oh, btw, you up for Ghost x M!P★! Reader part two 😏(/hj). Anyway that's all! See ya <3
— 🥩 (can be ignored if wanted)
Ghost falls for a femboy
18+
M4m
Thank you for your request, you’re giving me a lot of free rain so I appreciate it, and yeah I’ll for sure make a part 2 to that at some point, I’m happy you enjoyed it.
Anyone who sees this, feel free to make a request
Ps. I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve not had as much motivation recently, but I’m here and I have a few ideas!!!!
Ghost has been striking out a lot lately, ever since he got out of the 141 he’s been looking for someone to settle down with…and maybe fuck the brains out of, but he just can’t. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t really been in a relationship since he was a teen, or because he’s just so damn scary. He’s went up to so many girls and they always look terrified, it doesn’t help that he stumbles over his words or just stares at them. He just wants to love someone and empty his balls into them, is that too much to ask?
It was another night at the pub, just staring at girls, almost looking like a creep, he’s not but…he just looks like it. That’s when he spots you, sitting at the bar sipping on some bright red fruity drink. You were….perfect to say the least, small, petite, long hair, soft face, and an ass so big it’s barely covered by the skirt you have on, in fact your panties stick out the bottom, and is that….a bulge? No it can’t be. He finally decides to come up to you.
Ghost-“h-hey love, I couldn’t help but notice you sitting alone”
You look him up and down, taking note of his stature, muscular physique, and scary yet sexy mask. You smile softly
Reader-“hey, yeah, came here alone. It’s my first time in a bar for a while”
Ghost nods softly while thinking of what else to say
Ghost-“can I get you a drink?”
You nod and order a fruity drink
Ghost-“so, you ask you’re here alone. What’s a girl as pretty as you doing alone?”
He gains a bit of confidence in his speech after seeing how receptive you are. You chuckle
Reader-“well, hate to burst your bubble, I’m a guy”
Ghosts eyes widen as he’s at a loss for words, that was a bulge he saw, a plethora of confusion feelings in his mind, is he really into a guy? Does he really wanna fuck a guy!? He turns back to you
Ghost-“I-that’s fine, I’m ok with that”
You look at him surprised
Reader-“really? Most people aren’t”
Ghost-“well, I’m ok with it”
He gives you a smile before remembering he’s wearing a mask and feels stupid. You look back up at him and smirk
Reader-“well big guy, I think we can talk then”
You stand up off the stool you were sitting on, taking ghosts hand.
Ghost-“can I-can I take you home love?”
You chuckle and roll your eyes
Reader-“of course, what did you think was happening”
Ghost takes your hand nervously and helps you off the chair
Reader-“I won’t bite, not yet at least”
That draws out a nice laugh from ghost, who leads you too his car, he help you in his big jeep, because of course he has a jeep. Then he gets in the drivers side.
Reader-“so, what do you do for work?”
Ghost puts the car in drive and starts driving to his place.
Ghost-“well, I just got out of the military actually, retired”
You let a a chuckle and a nod
Reader-“really? Guess that explains the mask. You must be a big strong boy, with a big strong cock”
You lick your lips and reach into his lap, feeling his steadily growing bulge. He gains a bit of confidence
Ghost-“yeah well, I’m a bit out of practice, but I am pretty big”
You chuckle
Reader-“good”
You guys sit in silence for a few minutes, your hand on his throbbing hard bulge and him letting out soft grunts as he drives. Soon you arrive at his house, he gets out and goes to your door and picks you up, not wasting a second
Reader-“someone’s eager”
Ghost-“sorry it’s just…..it’s been a long time”
He carries you inside with you grinning ear to ear as you look up at him. He closes the door behind you two before laying you down on the couch
Ghost-“do-do you need anything or….”
You chuckle
Reader-“no I don’t need anything, we can get right to it”
You strip your clothes off, which wasn’t really much to begin with but you take it off nonetheless. Your body is smooth and hairless, your frame slender and petite, and your cock small and cute. Ghost stares in awe
Ghost-“you-you’re beautiful”
His bulge fills his pants even more as he starts to strip as well. His chest toned and firm, his body fairly hairy, and his cock, long and thick, just how you like it. Weirdly he did keep his mask on though, whatever. You gesture him over
Reader-“well are you just gonna stand there?”
You chuckle and ghost rushes over, taking your and his cock into his hand and rubbing them together, pulling some soft feminine moans from you and some deep grunts from him
Ghost-“this-this is my first time with a guy….but this is bloody great”
He grunts and keeps rubbing his hard cock against yours, some pre cum leaking out already. Then you reach down and wrap your hand around his, both of you now stroking each other. You look into his eyes
Reader-“I’m glad you like it. I do to”
You smirk and move your other hand down and pop out the butt plug you had in just for an occasion like this, already pre lubed and ready.
Reader-“you can put it right in”
You smile and look at him. He lets out a soft gasp and pulls away before lining up his cock with your asshole, prodding the entrance and making his tip slick.
Ghost-“I-I’m putting it in”
He says as he slides his cock into you, spreading your hole open, feeling his cock move inch by inch into you. He feels your wet, warm insides cling to his shaft as he goes deeper before he starts to thrust, they’re inconsistent and clearly inexperienced but it still feels amazing for both of you, you letting our girly moans and him grunting and growling as his cock moves in and out.
Reader-“fuck you-you’re doing really good”
You stammer out through moans and your asshole clings to his cock. Your own cock bouncing back and forth as it leaks all over the both of you. He leans over you and whispers
Ghost-“this-this is so good, it feels amazing. I-fuck I think I love this”
He grunts and keeps thrusting, clearly getting close
Reader-“well big guy, you can have it whenever”
You smirk and moan as he hits your deepest part, causing cum to leak out of your cock as it bounces back and forth. He grips you hard and grunts
Ghost-“I’m cumming”
He squeezes your thighs to the point it hurts but you don’t even care because his hot, sticky cum filling your ass is the best feeling ever. He collapses on top of you
Ghost-“I…..fuck”
You chuckle
Reader-“good job, that was really good”
You say through pants while you catch your breath
Reader-“now, gonna get me some water or just gonna lay on top of me”
Ghost-“oh y-yeah”
He heat up and stammers off to get you a glass of water, you watch as his bare ass bounces with every step
#cod x reader#smut#18+ only#gay#bisexual#m4m#simon ghost riley#cod smut#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x male reader#ghost x you#ghost cod#ghost smut
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Hi! I hope you all are having a good day or night. I was wondering if you could please help me find if there are there any NSFW body swap fics?
Hey. Here are some explicit bodyswap fics...
irresistible by lovserssclub (E)
In which Aziraphale can't help but admire Crowley's body before they switch back to their own vessels, and it turns out Crowley returned the sentiment with the angel's own body.
reflect what you are, in case you don't know by noodlefrog (E)
Nothing could ever compare to this, because while it was his body he was watching, it wasn’t him. Yes, those were his own hands, and it was his own blood that painted those cheeks and chest in a heated blush. It was his stomach and his throat betraying the jagged breaths in his lungs… but it wasn’t Crowley. As much as watching this felt like watching himself in a mirror, he could see his husband in every gesture and hear him in every sigh and gasp. It didn’t matter what body he wore. He would know Aziraphale anywhere.
Going Down, Going Up by vgersix (E)
Aziraphale's eyes darted, nervous under the quiet scrutiny. "You're at least 90% leg, do you know that?" He said, hugging the bundle of clothing a bit closer to his chest. "Don't know how you walk in this thing."
"It's more of an upright slither, really," Crowley mused, taking in the angular lines of his own face. Bit pretty, those cheekbones, even if he did say so himself.
"I see. So..." Aziraphale trailed off. He was suddenly very distracted by the intense blue of Crowley's eyes. Because of course, technically speaking, they were Crowley's eyes, it was just that at the moment… they looked exactly like Aziraphale's own eyes. The ones he'd been wearing for the last 6000 years, anyway.
It's the wine by chamyl (E)
On a drunken night, Aziraphale and Crowley decide to have some fun switching bodies and playing dress up. Side effects might include: seeing yourself in a new light, seeing your lover in a new light, generating a lot of general confusion, enjoying yourself a little bit too much.
Harmless Games Went To My Head (Now I Want You Breathing Down My Neck) by GardenOf_x (E)
“Here’s a thought,” he said, drawing Aziraphale’s attention away from the window. “What’s the first thing you’re going to do with me when you get to my place?”
Aziraphale glanced down at himself in Crowley’s body as if he’d forgotten, a slight flush creeping up his neck that was so characteristically him that it looked almost obscene on his own skin. “Nothing. I won’t be doing anything with you… I mean, me.”
(Or a lesson in how an almost innocent joke can get very out of hand, very quickly.)
call me. by starknight (E)
Not for the first time, Aziraphale tells himself to stop. He should go back to the tea - he’d have to make it again now, he’s been staring at Crowley’s reflection for too long - and settle down for a long quiet reading session.
Perfect.
Instead, Aziraphale sticks two of Crowley’s fingers into his mouth and moans at the sight.
In which an angel and a demon swap bodies, and possibly enjoy themselves a little too much.
- Mod D
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Thirsty ¡!
pairing: taesan x reader.
warnings: +18, smut, cursing, unprotected sex (please don't), kinda rough so yeah.
summary: where taesan was so tired of watching you from afar and simply decided that it was time for him to make you his, not knowing you already had your eye on him.
note: this was sitting in my drafts since two weeks ago because i was listening to taemin (cunt legend) but i didn't manage to finish it or edit it until today so there we go. if you see any typos, no, you didn't.
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your skin was glistening, your eyes shut closed while your hips moved at a torturing rhythm, a smile placing on your lips when you felt the hands of your partner trying to hold on for dear life to your waist.
it was saturday night and you were so tired of the week you had on college that you just decided you deserved some fun. your boyfriend cheated on you, you failed the test you were studying for because of how disoriented you were and your parents said they were coming home this weekend.
yeah, well shit. if life had something to tell you might as well say it and stop making your day a day a living hell. it was treating you like you were the one who ate the fucking apple to begin with.
but you forgot about everything for tonight, your drink in hand, your hair sticking to the side of your face while you grinded against a stranger in the club. you were back to his front so when you felt his hands getting down your skirt you finally snapped, getting away with a sly smile, denying with your head before drunkily walking to the bathroom.
it was late when you saw the time in your phone, over 11 o'clock already and you had to get back home by your own since, for obvious reasons, you didn't have a boyfriend to take you anymore.
you layed against the wall of the bathroom stool and tried to light a cigarette to bring you back to your senses, failing miserably when you couldn't even light the freaking lighter.
all it took was a second for you to look up with confusion filling your sore eyes, watching the door open and close and a man right in front of you. you're not gonna lie, you almost freaked out and tried to runaway before the guy grabbed your arms and made you look at him.
"taesan?" he softly nodded, smiling at you when you did, relieved to see him there and not some stranger. "i didn't know you were here"
"yeah, me neither" your eyes met his for a second before you looked away, feeling too dizzy to take in the feeling you got. "do you have someone to take you home? i know you broke up with jaehyun"
"he cheated on me" anger was so present in your words that taesan almost backed up.
"i know, i didn't say it because of that. do you want me to take you home?" his hand went to your hair, moving the strings off your face and taking one of your hands when you didn't answer. "you shouldn't be alone like this"
but you were not THAT drunk. you knew taesan, jaehyun's friend who was always quiet in a corner, black clothes making him look paler than he already was and a mischievous little smile that actually made you feel uneasy when he had his hair throwed back just like he did right now. the platinum strings being almost impossible to see due to his black hair on top.
he was cute, undeniable, he was tall, smart, charming and quiet, everything you liked in a boy and yet you dated jaehyun, the loudest mf ever who ended up cheating on you.
at least jaehyun was not this intimidating. but you were starting to think you didn't really mind him being this scary.
his feline dark eyes looked into yours, his tongue licking his lips slowly and remaining between his front teeth for a second when he noticed you staring.
"hey, y/n, you good? did you smoke something?" you shaked your head to deny and also come in your senses. "you zoned out for a sec there"
"can you take me home, min? i don't wanna be here anymore"
the boy just nodded, holding your waist when he helped you out of the bathroom stool and out of the bar, walking you to his car with so much patience you actually wanted him to hold you like this forever.
he sat you at the passenger's sit, putting the seatbelt on and closing the door before going into the driver's side and turning the car on to go.
"can i put so music?" you asked, he just nodded.
"you can use the pad" his head signalled at the car's board, you immediately moving to put on something and kill this silence before it killed you both. "if you need some help- or not"
"i got it" and there was already music being played, 'thirsty' by taemin being the background music of the ride and it seriously got you feeling some type of way when taesan just gulped. "you know this one?"
"who doesn't" he mumbled and you could tell that he got kinda nervous when the lyrics started playing. "it's a really good production"
"yeah, he's also so hot" and the boy just looked at you for a second before facing the road once again. "don't you think?"
"i mean, he's a men you know, i like girls"
"but you have eyes, he's really hot, isn't he?" taesan didn't answer nor looked at you, causing your lips to pout before you placed your hand on his thigh and moved it a little bit to get his attention. "yah, i'm talking to you"
"y/n, stop doing that" was all he answered. "get your hands off me"
"why are you being like this?" you said back, your eyebrows now frowned and your arms crossed in top of your chest, facing front as taesan was while you kept saying "it's not like you didn't insinuate to me before"
"what?" his voice sounded confused and offended, his eyes looking for yours but getting nothing when he watched the road again. "i never insinuated to you"
"you did a few moments ago, in the bathroom"
"i-"
"you also did it during the pool party we had at sungho's, during leehan's birthday, that day after jaehyun and i had that argument during our monthly anniversary and even during that festival where you asked for my number"
and you were right, taesan couldn't defend himself anymore. it wasn't intentional, he knew his limits as you had a boyfriend, but he couldn't help the subtle touches he would leave in your hands, the looks he gave you and the way he talked to you. it was very obvious coming from a boy like him.
"you have them numbered"
"i counted all of them while waiting for you to finally come out to me like a man" you said "i know i was dating jaehyun and all but you could've at least told me about it"
"about what, exactly?" his hand finally moved to join the other one in the wheel, pulling over and stopping the car to look at you with the dim light of the night "i don't even know what is this, how could i tell you about it?"
you make me thirsty.
it was painfully obvious that you were playing games with him right now when only a soft laugh answered his questions, the frustration being legible in his face when your hand reached out to his thigh, leaning closer before saying against his lips:
"you can tell me about how much you want me" you whispered, being so close to his lips that he could feel your breath, the alcohol smell filling his nostrils before he licked his lips. "how hard i make you while wearing those type of clothes"
this time your hand moved to his clothed cock, effectively feeling the bulge under your fingers and laughing at the way taesan seemed to be so affected right now.
"don't do this to me" a whisper was all you got. "you know how bad i want you"
"then why should i stop? you're not making any sense, min-ah"
"i can't do anything with you here" he looked around, biting his lower lip and getting a grip on your wrist when you put pressure on his erection. "for fucks sake, quit it"
"or what?" you were trying to lead him on so bad, he looked so fucking hot and you just needed him, it was weird. it could be despair, it could be the alcohol in your blood, it could be many things, but taesan was there and you just couldn't hold back.
"you're such a flirt" he softly laughed, his grip loosening around your wrist, his hand moving to the hem of your skirt and it made you tense a little bit. "you make me so thirsty"
"i can handle that"
"can you?"
"bet"
"i don't know" he retracted his hand, leaning back on his seat and crossing his arms in top of his chest. "i don't like bets, i like sure things, can't you be straightforward?"
"i am being straightforward, dongmin, what part of me touching you wasn't clear enough?"
"what do you want?" was all he answered, side eyeing you before continuing. "if you can tell me then i might comply"
"i need you, please. i wanna suck you off so bad" dongmin's cock twitched at that, licking his lips softly before nodding for you to continue. "the way your eyes stare at me makes me wanna strip naked and let you fuck me so good"
"seems like you thought about it for a while"
"we've been having this teasingly tension for a while too, why are you surprised?"
"because you seemed to be very in love before" he grinned a bit before adding "i'm guessing love was not enough for you ambitious cunt"
and the way he cursed just made your breath heavier, your eyes staring into his and feeling your pussy palpitations accelarating when he smirked at you, that smug look in his face that just made you feel so inferior but in the best way ever.
so you couldn't hold it back when you grabbed his face and kissed his lips, immediately feeling his hands holding your frame, one going for the back of your hair and tangling his fingers there, moaning into your mouth like a little slut and instantly brushing his tongue against yours.
you were being restrained by the seatbelt so you pulled out for a second to unbuckle it, being met with his blushed face, his stained lips by your red lipstick and him softly panting while scanning you up and down, stopping you with a hand on your chest when you tried to kiss him again.
"didn't you want to suck me off a few seconds ago?" you would furiously nod, immediately trying to ponytail your hair with your bracelet but failing miserably. taesan helped you, removing your hands and making a grip there to keep your hair up "i got you"
so you just went with it, unbuckling his pants and urging to take his dick out of his underwear. you mouth watered at the sight, he had such a pretty cock, perfect length and girth, slightly pinkish due to the arousal, so hot to the touch and already covered in pre-cum so you couldn't wait another second when you leaned forward and gave it a taste, just the tip, a lick there before you wrapped your lips around it and felt him flinch.
when you finally took him in he dropped his head back on the driver's seat, opening his mouth and softly moaning, caressing your hair while he just let you do your thing, loving the warmth of your mouth around him, the way your cheeks sucked him and created that amazing friction that had him closing his eyes to, according to him, feel it better.
your head bobbed up and down, saliva dropping off the corners of your lips and staining taesan's underwear but he couldn't care less. the obscene sound of your mouth sucking him off fast and wet, your tongue lapping against his shaft and you moaning in happiness, you loved to have your mouth stuffed and to think it was with a pretty boy's cock made you even hotter, pressing your thighs together when you accelarated the pace.
"fuck, y/n" he whispered, his voice sounding so whiny yet deep, it was like he was trying so hard to hold it. "you're so good, such a good girl"
you just went faster and harder on him, engulfing him until you felt him in the back of your throat, his hips bucking up and making you gag, you tried to pull a little bit out but he kept you in place with his hands, looking down on you just to make eye contact and make sure you were doing fine.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" he repeated but his moves didn't stop, you just staying there and letting him use your mouth, it felt so good, your eyes tearing up and saliva dropping off your chin, so dirty yet so good. "i'm cumming, y-you can- fuck, no" but when he tried to let you go to avoid cumming in your mouth, you didn't listen, taking the control back and furiously fucking your throat to bring him to the edge, using your hands to work on his length when you focused your lips on the tip. "don't- i- oh god, i'm cumming, y/n, please"
but before you could even do anything else, you felt the hot spur in your mouth, the way his dick throbbed in your tongue making your pussy even wetter than it already was. his hands loosening the grip in your hair and you sucking his dick clean before incorporating in your seat again.
he looked like a mess, being so sweaty, breathing rapidly and his limps rather numb on each of his sides, you could even hear him gulping and you enjoyed the way he liked his lips before pawning his eyes to you.
and you tried to talk, on god you did, but he held your cheeks, pressing on the flesh to pout your lips and softly kiss them before getting just a little bit away from you, enough so that he could see your eyes but your noses were still touching.
"let's get to the back" he mumbled "i need to fuck you, please"
"how bad?"
"what?" his voice was small, visibly flustered.
"tell me how bad you want me, taesan" you said this time, getting away from him and starting to remove your top and reveal your already hard nipples, watching him bite his lip "c'mon, pretty, i don't have all day"
and taesan quickly understood why you were with jaehyun, he knew the boy was a mess, a whiny little bitch when it came to having sex, he told him about it when they talked about the girls they fucked.
you were so demanding, you knew what you were doing and you were not shy of taking what you wanted. it made him feel so aroused, his dick filling with blood again when you just stared at him like he was a miserable virgin.
"i want you so bad, no, i need you" he started "i need to have your pussy around my cock so bad, please, let me fuck you"
he didn't even know he could beg like that until he saw the results of it, you signaling him to go to the back and sit there, spreading his legs open and you taking place in top of him right away.
your panties were throwed to a side and your pussy was wrapping around his cock in a second, you feeling the stretch and audibly moaning about how good it felt, he was definitely gifted. your hands were on his clothed chest and when his mouth started to suck on your boobs you lost it.
he was so desperate, so messy, sucking your hard nipples and moaning against your chest and his arms hugging your waist while you jumped on his cock.
it was so hot, so good, the windows fogging up after a few minutes and your hips rolling now, chasing your high while you throwed your head back. but it didn't even took you a minute to go back to the front, pulling his hair to get him off from your boobs and kiss him instead.
and he was able to feel you growing weaker, your hips getting sloppy, your moans dying in his mouth and he just had to help you. so he held your waist steady and lifted his hips up instead, fucking into you like a mad person, the wet sound of both your pre-cum and his resonating within the small space of the car, your right hand going to the window for a second before it slipped due to the fog, holding to taesan's shoulders for dear life while you rocked your hips against his.
you came faster than you expected to, shaking in his hold and detaching from his lips to let a moan out and hide on his neck, starting to cry out a few "oh my god, stop" when he kept fucking you through your orgasm, looking for his second high.
it was crazy, your pussy was so sensitive, your legs so weak, your back sweaty and his hard length pushing through your velvety warm walls. it was heaven, so he came shortly after you did, letting a sigh out when he noticed he did it inside of you.
"i came inside" was all he said when you looked at him after he finished. "i'm sorry"
"honestly" you started, brushing his hair out of his forehead and placing a sweet kiss on his lips, not missing how he closed his eyes and gave in before you pulled away again and continued "i would let you come inside every single time if it meant this will repeat itself"
"you're not mad?" you denied with your head "you don't even look drunk anymore"
"i'm drunk on something else now"
you both just laughed and got off each other, cleaning yourself with some paper tissues taesan had on his car, kissing a little bit more on the back of it before he actually drove you home.
staying with you overnight to cuddle and talk about things, talk about what was gonna happen with you both and simply coming to the agreement of knowing eachother better before doing anything else. taesan was the one who proposed that.
but don't get him wrong, is just that he knew that the differences between him and jaehyun were gigantic so you needed to get used to his lack of physical touch, his quiet self, the way he would be so shy yet mischievous at the same time, his jokes, the things he liked. he just wanted you to be sure before engaging with him because he has been waiting for his chance for years it seems (like five months) and he wasn't going to let you go that easily.
funny how you forgot your parents were coming over tomorrow and opened up the door with taesan hugging you from behind, both of your giggles coming to a stop when the elderly couple lifted their eyebrows and said:
"that's not myung jaehyun, y/n, are you cheating on him?"
let's say you had tea for your parents because the cheater was the someone else.
#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor smut#taesan x reader#taesan smut#taesan scenarios#taesan imagines
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lucky 🍀 | AA23
alex debuts an... interesting... new hair for race weekend, and y/n is to blame after a little too much to drink
word count: 1.5k
warnings: none!
author's note: MY WRITER'S BLOCK IS CURED WOOHOO SO NOW TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT!!!! this season seems to be the anything can happen type, so i am crossing my fingers and toes to see alex on the podium at some point. anyway, this was literally so fun to write i hope you enjoy :))
“alright kids, you’re home.” george russell did not imagine this would be his friday night when he had left his home a long six hours earlier. if he’d known that he would be assigned the role of babysitter for his former teammate and his girlfriend, he maybe would’ve stayed home. or at least worn shoes that he liked a little less, as his favorite trainers were currently sporting a new, puce green stain.
“thank youuuu, george,” y/n slurred, her eyes hazy and unfocused. her boyfriend didn’t look any better, practically putting all of his weight on poor y/n. she didn’t seem to mind though, one hand braced against the couch for balance, one hand wrapped around his waist to keep him upright.
if only the world could see the wholesome “parents of the paddock” now, george thought. satisfied they were safe and taken care of, he shut the front door quietly behind him, grinning as he made his way to carmen who sat in the passenger seat of his car. now that y/n and alex were home, they’d likely sleep it off and stay out of trouble. right?
well… not quite.
as george pulled out of the driveway, inside, alex and y/n had managed to remember that couches could be sat on, not just leaned up against. they collapsed onto the soft cushions, alex sighing contently as he pulled y/n to sit between his legs. she cuddled into his chest, craving warmth after what had been a very cold night out in a very tiny dress.
just as y/n was starting to fall asleep, alex started to shift underneath her. she groaned and just wrapped her arms around him tighter.
“love, i’m so thirsty.”
y/n shook her head, trying to get back to the drowsy state she’d just left. “too comfy.”
he poked her arm in response, and she ignored it best she could until it was unbearable.
“stop it!”
“i need water,” he moaned dramatically, starting to unwrap his arms from around her.
“i’m thirsty too, but i’m being nice and not moving.”
“you’re not being nice, you’re being lazyyy.” he drew out the last letter, and she turned her head only to stick out her tongue at him.
“fine. i’ll take you with me.” y/n didn’t mind what he did, as long as she didn’t have to walk or do anything other than shut her eyes tight against the blurriness that came with a few (okay, a lot) too many shots of vodka. alex pushed himself off the couch, and y/n wrapped her limbs around him tightly until he safely deposited her to sit on the kitchen counter.
there was the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing, and the gurgle of the tap broke through the otherwise silent apartment.
“i can hear you gulping.” y/n said, eyes still squeezed shut. “share please.”
the three glasses of water each they downed helped somewhat- y/n’s stomach had settled and her head was spinning less, but now she just had the lack of inhibition and craving for spontaneity that alcohol fostered.
from her perch on the counter, she could sit with her legs wrapped around alex’s torso, his head relaxing back into her chest as he stood with his back to her. she ran her fingers gently through his hair, smiling as an idea formed.
“when’s the last time you dyed your hair, love?”
“mmm. it’s been a while. last year, maybe?”
y/n felt a rush of excitement, but tread carefully to avoid spooking her poor unsuspecting boyfriend.
“what if you let me dye it?”
his posture became a little less relaxed, a little more alert. uh oh. say yes. she chanted silently in her head. say yes, say yes, say yes.
“have you ever dyed hair before?” not a full yes, but this was good. it wasn’t a no. there was still a possibility.
“i did rina’s hair just last month.” sure, your sister changed her hair so often that she had simply laughed at your botched dye job, rocking the streaky blue until she was able to get into a proper salon the next week. but experience was experience. he hadn’t asked about the outcome.
“okay.”
“okay?” you squealed and planted a kiss on his cheek, wrapping your arms underneath his chin and resting your head on top of his. he just laughed, relaxing even more into your embrace if that was even possible.
“alright, come on, i think i have dye under the sink.”
“wait, now? i was thinking next week after the race, love.” but you didn’t want to wait that long, you wanted to do something fun now, while the world looked a little brighter than usual and you could practically feel the blood pumping through your veins. you decided to test your luck and hopped down from the counter, pulling him along towards the small hall bathroom, grinning when he just followed along.
alex sat down on the toilet lid while you rummaged through the messy sink cabinet, finally finding what you’d desperately hoped was still there in the back corner- bleach, and the remnants of a dye kit you’d bought when your sister had encouraged you to try red hair (spoiler alert, it was a very bad idea). there definitely wouldn’t be enough red dye to do alex’s entire head though, and you frowned as you tried to work out a solution.
suddenly, the perfect idea struck. after mixing the dyes, you happily got to work. alex was content to just relax into the pressure of your fingers in his hair, and before you knew it, your masterpiece was complete. after a quick rinse, and a change into comfier, cleaner clothes for both of you, you fell into bed. there was only time for a quick goodnight kiss, and by the time your head hit the pillow, you had practically already fallen into a deep sleep.
which is why, when you woke up the next morning, cursing the bright sunlight of the gorgeous fall morning, the previous night wasn’t totally clear at first. you cringed at the memory of puking into the dirty club bathroom, but there was nothing hideously embarrassing up until george bringing you and alex home. however, at the thought of what your drunken brain had thought was a good idea once the two of you were left to your own devices, you shot up in bed, staring in horror at the sleeping boy next to you.
alex’s hair. dear god. you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips, and then cursed yourself as all the movement and noise had alex stirring in bed. he smiled up at you with sleepy eyes, getting halfway through “good morning” before clocking your expression.
“what?” he sat up in bed, sheets sliding down as his worry increased. “y/n, what’s wrong?”
“alex, love, i’m so sorry.” it was all you could do but apologize, and alex looked confused until he spotted himself in the mirror hanging to the right of your bed.
his jaw dropped as he turned his head left and right. you just winced, apologizing over and over. but you stopped mid sentence when his look of shock turned into a grin, and then a full blown, stomach-hurting laugh. he dropped his head into his hands, shoulders shaking.
you couldn’t help it- that type of laugh was infectious.
“i’m so sorry, love,” you groaned between giggles, leaning into alex’s shoulder. “i don’t know what i was thinking.”
it took him a couple seconds to get back the breath to reply, but when he did it was clear that there was nothing but amusement in the situation.
“don’t be sorry, y/n,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and squeezed tight. “i’m surprised we didn’t do worse with how plastered we were last night.”
“remind me that shots are very, very bad the next time we go out, please.” the dull throb in her temples was her body’s way of agreeing with that statement. in a serious tone, she looked up at him, determined to fix the situation. “i’ll find you an appointment at a salon before the race, i promise.”
“are you kidding?” he turned to look at himself again in the mirror, running a hand over his hair. “i’m definitely going to get bullied by the grid, but this can only be good luck.”
and despite your protests and offers to fix it, he remains resolute in having the absolutely horrid dye job for the entirety of the race weekend. and when he manages to achieve the practically impossible- a podium in a williams- after crediting the team’s immense efforts, it isn’t his stellar driving that he wants to discuss in post-race interviews. no, he attributes his success to his new hair, which he makes sure to emphasize was done by his lovely girlfriend.
even though your drunken mistake is now a very popular topic of conversation in the f1 world, you can’t help but feel any emotion besides all-consuming pride.
@alex_albon: best weekend ever. biggest thanks to the team, and my new barber @ y/n-l/n for the lucky hair
@y/n-l/n: HE DID IT!!!!!!!! endlessly proud of you AA23 <3
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please please please
good girl x bad boy trope for the win (can you guys tell i love this trope)
not proof read
probably one thousand five hundred words maybe
all your friends had… interesting opinions on toji fushiguro.
some would say he is an unfit boyfriend for you, since he was… a seasoned student. others would say he was a bad influence, hanging out with the likes of sukuna. all would say that you should’ve run when he officially asked you out.
he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker, a new girl in his arm’s every week or so. honestly, if it weren’t for his attractive looks, you wouldn’t have even batted an eye at him. though many didn’t know the heartbreak he had in middle school, a starter for his self-destructive behaviour. but regardless, toji fushiguro had grown quite the name as a playboy at high school.
so, naturally, it had soon become your turn to be his girl.
during class, he scootched next to you, cozying up next to you with that annoying smirk on his face, that scar on his lip stretching as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes.
and obviously you wacked him on the side of the head, shoving him away from you with a teasing remark to focus on your work.
but you’d be a liar if you said he didn’t cause any feelings to stir in you that day.
and that day, something else stirred in him too.
it wasn’t that girls never rejected him, it was just he planned his targets carefully – and you seemed like the perfect prey: a doe-eyed student, who had grades almost as perfect as her manners, quite a prude or a stick in the mud as some would say.
so, what surprised him was how you didn’t seem to be like the rumours said you were; you weren’t some prude who couldn’t have fun, you’d just had better things to worry about.
this led to attempt after attempt to get to know you, a genuinely fun chase between the two of you. from the teasing touches and some heart-to-heart conversations, he began to develop a deeper connection to you, as much as he may say otherwise – he had never been the best with words, his actions his stronger form of communication.
he had even asked your parents for their permission before he asked you out (the second time, at least). and while they were skeptical, they gave him the green flag.
oh, you remember it like it was yesterday, the day he – the nonchalant, popular, and masculine, toji fushiguro – came to school with a bouquet of flowers, a handwritten note (which you later were told one of his friends – suguru geto, you believed was his name – had helped him write), and a bag filled with your favourite foods.
he had come up to you when you arrived at school, his eyes sparkling when he saw you – or maybe that was just your delusions because who wouldn’t want someone like him to swoon for you.
shoving the gifts into your arms, he mumbled something about getting your parents permission before he flashed that smirk at you again and his annoying voice asked you if he could be your boyfriend.
you had agreed, a bright smile on your face for the rest of the day (more like week according to your friends).
~~~~
“again, toji?” you ask him, rolling your eyes at the big fat c minus on his exam paper, pacing back and forth at the front of your bed, “we even studied well for this one!”
you rack a hand through your hair, knowing your parents and your friends were conflicted with your boyfriend, toji.
honestly, it was rough. undoubtedly, old habits die hard, but sometimes you just wished he’d at least try to change.
“well i promised them you’re different, and that everyone makes mistakes,” you huff out, rolling your eyes at him, “but just don’t”
watching you get all riled up and fidgety, he shrugs, leaning back on your bed, with that stupid lopsided smile on his face.
you noticed he had been smiling instead of smirking around you, and you couldn’t help but enjoy the change, minute as it is.
“ain’t m’ fault you look pretty teaching me” he teases, resting his hands behind his head as he stretches his legs out.
“well i’d be prettier for you if you weren’t on the edge of failing, toj’,” you huff out, sitting at the foot of the bed, a defeated look on your face.
“is it me? can i not teach you well?”
with a playful sigh and a roll of his eyes, he leans forward and pulls you into a hug, his wide embrace nestling you in his arms.
“oh quit it,” he chuckles out, rubbing your back comfortingly, “it’s ain’t you, doll, i just don’t try enough” he snickers out, ruffling your hair with one of his big hands as you roll your eyes at him, “next time, i promise”
he knew his words weren’t the most comforting, but he hoped his actions conveyed his feelings.
“well, at least you passed” you mumble into his chest, a smile creeping to your face. as much as you wished he would pay more attention to his academics, you love him regardless. though the whispers don’t help.
~~~~
“darl’, listen-”, he huffs out, his sentence cut off as you press a little too hard against his bruise, washing away any flecks of blood that remains, “listen, he deserved it y’know, hollerin’ ‘bout you ‘n everythin’”
you sigh and bring your attention to his face, a big purple bruise swelling on his beautiful face. touching it gently, he flinches and turns away, eliciting a huff from you.
you two were supposed to go out for dinner together, all dolled up and pretty until some stranger decided to unceremoniously express his feelings towards what you were wearing.
“please, toj’, don’t prove ‘em right” you sigh out, examining his face more, a small cut near the corner of his eye, “don’t bring me to tears when i did my make up so nice”
to be honest, it felt nice to have someone defend you like that, but it didn’t help his poor reputation.
he had seemed to improve himself; he had lost the playboy persona, his love solely yours, but he still has that annoyingly attractive flirtatiousness. however, his violent tendencies and his connections with sukuna were still not the best.
“honestly, i beg you not the embarrass me with your brash behaviour because surely there’s a better way with dealing catcallers than beating them to a bloody pulp” you scoff out, cradling an icepack to his face, “please, just stop acting so stupid in front of me”
he lets out a laugh, his eyes shining with adoration.
“well, i guess you just make me more stupid, doll”
~~~~
you had good judgement, you had good taste – though your friends said otherwise.
you knew toji wasn’t as bad as everyone else made him out to be.
but sometimes, it felt like they were right.
“toji fushiguro, i swear to you if you do one more stupid thing, i am going to handcuff you to a chair, duck-tape your mouth shut, just to keep you from doing these dumb adventures,” you grumble, pulling up to a police station.
passing the front desk lady – brenda knew you quite well, at this point, all thanks to sukuna and your boyfriend – you walk to the holding cells, eyes spotting the man you came here for.
“fushiguro, hurry up” you snap out, offering a little wave to the guard as he unlocks the cell door.
silently, he followed you, repeatedly trying to hold your hand, knowing he was in deep water.
you wrap your coat closer to your body as you step out of the building, briskly walking to your cadillac, ignoring his attempts to soothe your anger.
he steps in front of you, opening your car door, before going around to the other side.
knowing he was on thin ice, he lets out a chuckle, a hand brushing yours as you grip the steering wheel tightly.
“honey, it wasn’t me, i was only there by extension,” he hums out softly, eyes locked on yours as you drive away, “it was all ‘cause i was just ‘round near sukuna, i swear”
but he doesn’t get a response, nor does he expect one just yet.
you couldn’t say anything right now, lest you wanted to snap out at him, so you both waited till you cooled down – his eyes locked on your figure the whole drive home.
but to his surprise, you drive to an empty carpark.
once you park the car, you turn to him, eyes brimming with frustrated tears.
“please, toji, please” you mumbles out, “heartbreak is one thing, but breaking my ego is another,” you try to lighten your mood, but you can’t help but glare at him.
“i’ll stop hanging out with him” he says after a beat of silence, his eyes dead serious as he gazes into yours.
“look, you’re changin’ me for the better, doll,” he murmurs softly, an uncharacteristic flash of vulnerability falling on his face, “and, i think its time f’r me to put more effort in”
with gentle hands, he takes your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
“you’ve already gotten me to ditch the playboy stuff,” he chuckles out, looking at you with such admiration in his eyes, “you’ve helped me study back in school” he murmurs out, remembering the late nights you would spend tutoring him.
“it’s the least i could do for you” he hums out, “’n i know all the stuff you’ve done for me, ‘n sacrificed f’r me” he confesses, his thumb tracing the back of your hand.
“i see the concern you have ‘cause you love me” he teases, flashing a lopsided smile “’n you get so frustrated with me a lot of the times” he chuckles out, watching you as you stay silent, soaking in his words.
“look, i aint good with words” he hums out, the dark night accentuating the sharp shadows of his face, “but i see you, and i’ve seen what you’ve done for me”
warmth fills you, your previous frustrations fizzling out. you hate how reckless and careless he can be, but you love how observant and aware he can be.
“so, please, don’t give up on me, honey”
you almost miss the words at how quiet he was.
and with a sigh and a smile, you bring him into a hug.
“please, i’ve stuck with you for this long, it would be a waste to abandon my hard work”
a/n. guys i love 'please please please' - sabrina carpenter she always knows what we need anyways live laugh love
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen au#jujutsu kaisen#high school au#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji fushiguro fluff#toji x reader fluff#jjk toji#fushiguro toji#jjk#'please please please' sabrina carpenter#sabrina carpenter
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okay after seeing the student count of aguefort courtesy of idonthaveanyurlideas... this was originally going to be me talking about the classes, but i got fixated on the schedule LMAO.
anyway.
i will be using california school standards simply because that is what i am familiar with. and using the (erroneous) assumption that aguefort has any sort of state/education board requirements...
listen. i love applying stupid, horribly mundane realism to ridiculous fantasy.
Now. In California you have some credit/class requirements for graduation. I'm not bothering with the specific classes (like Algebra and the types of history) because we are going to be making some fantasy requirements up.
But okay bare bones, to graduate high school in California you need:
3 years of English
2 years of mathematics
3 years of social science
2 years of science
2 years of physical education (wish someone had given me this fucking memo)
1 year of foreign language OR visual and performing arts
So. Let's get started on what your 4 years at Aguefort could look like.
Let's preface this with the fact that probably every Class teacher probably has to have at least one or two periods of a core subject (and they probably grumble the whole time about it).
Now let's do some "equating" of those core subjects to fantasy core subjects.
English Language Arts = Common Language Arts
Mathematics = Same. You need math no matter what. Suck it up.
Social Science = Split up into history, government, and geography.
Physical Education = The idea of wizard/sorcerer PE is making me lose my shit so yea let's add this in here.
Foreign Language/Arts = Largely the same. I'm assuming these would be your languages, tools, weapons, armor proficiency.
Okay we got our equivalencies.
Now I'm going to once again do some speculating on high school schedules based on my time teaching in middle school (very similar structure) and the high schools around me. Please don't doxx me with this information.
TYPICALLY in my experience you will have 6-7 classes each will be about 50 minutes each with a 40 minute lunch. We’re gonna use 6 classes for this because when you do 7 classes things start getting really fucked.
Now schedule-wise, some schools will do a "full" day where you go to all your classes and then switch to block (attend your odd classes/attend your even classes).
Some schools do certain days as block schedules while still having a M/F "full" day so students can go to all their classes. I'm gonna operate on the assumption that Aguefort does a fucking mind splitting version of this but we won’t get into that in this post.
So, let's make a sample schedule for... let's say a freshman because freshmen always get the short end of the stick because they hardly ever get to actually have electives because of all their core classes they have to knock out.
Period 1: CLA: Common 9
Period 2: Math: Introductory Adventuring Math
Period 3: Physical Education: Non-Martial Option
Period 4: Science: Introductory to the Bestiary
Lunch
Period 5: CLASS SPECIFIC
Period 6: CLASS SPECIFIC
Now, the thought here is to ONLY have a class specific class after lunch so that way the last 2 hours of the day, no matter the scheduling day, are dedicated to working on honing your class skills. So, if you do a standard go to all class you are still spending kind of a "home room" with your class which might switch off.
Like, for example if you're a fighter your class specific period 5 might be an extra physical education with Coach Daybreak (yikes) and a bunch of other general martial students, but your period 6 is then lecture/basics/fundamentals with Corsica. This also would align with MCAT kids because period 5 might be with your "primary" class and then period 6 is with what you've multi-classed into.
HOWEVER, this class schedule is missing some of the required classes.
So, this student, for example, does not have at a glance a language/art elective or social science. This is generally pretty common for freshman. You get jack shit because you gotta do your prelims before the fun stuff.
I'm imagining that language and arts would probably be more a junior/senior year thing. Sophomore if you're lucky.
Class specific classes also might double into that.
Ambitious students also might ask for a zero period, a lunch class, or a period 7 class (with parent/admin/teacher approval).
Now, using this same student let's make a sophomore year schedule.
For the record, to meet their grad requirements they need:
2 more years of CLA, 1 more year of math, 3 more years of social science, 1 more year of science, 1 year of phys ed, and 1 year of language/art.
This is also assuming that the student "passed" every class with at least a D and earned their credits. (Popular chant of my high school history teacher who I hated: D is for diploma.)
Now, I have a lot of moving parts so I'm not gonna move periods around but let's say we have:
Period 1: CLA: Common 10
Period 2: Math: Basics of Adventuring Mathematics
Period 3: Social Science: Geography of Spyre (Semester 1)/History of Spyre (Semester 2)
Period 4: Science: Advanced Bestiary Sciences
Lunch
Period 5: Phys Ed: Non-Martial Option
Period 6: CLASS SPECIFIC
Now, I'm imagining as a sophomore you might have a bit more “leniency” to take more non-class classes since you've presumably mastered the "basics" of your class. So sophomore year is when you start getting into more rigorous academic work and you sacrifice one of your class specific classes so you can start getting your social science credit out of the way.
This means that you are spending less time doing class specific things, but you are expanding your horizons as a student. This also means that this student gets to knock out the following requirements for graduation: Math, Science, and Physical Education.
So, this means they now have 3 extra classes to devote to either their MCAT, their primary class, and/or other graduation requirements. Let's do a check on what they need now that they've cleared 3 grad requirements:
1 more year of CLA, 2 more years of social science, and 1 year of Language/Art. Plus whatever other class specific graduation/party requirements might be set in place at Aguefort.
Let's do their junior schedule:
Period 1: CLA: Common 11
Period 2: Social Science: History of Solace
Period 3: Language/Art: Forgery 1 (for non-rogues)
Period 4: ELECTIVE
Lunch
Period 5: CLASS SPECIFIC
Period 6: CLASS SPECIFIC
Now juniors will have more elective options AND the option to go back to having two periods of class specific classes or a second elective. This student is on track for graduation as long as they are passing with Ds.
So, now all they actually need is 1 more year of social science. I remember my high school did this very deliberately. They wanted us to take government and economics in our senior year and that was literally the ONLY requirement for graduation (plus the high school exit exam). But if you were trying for college, you would probably take another year of language arts, another year of science, another year of something so it looks better. Now, let’s do senior year schedule:
Period 1: ELECTIVE/Free Period
Period 2: Social Science: Economics of Spyre and Neighboring Countries (Semester 1)/Government of Spyre (Semester 2)
Period 3: ELECTIVE/Free Period
Period 4: INTER PARTY DYNAMICS COURSE
Lunch
Period 5: CLASS SPECIFIC
Period 6: CLASS SPECIFIC
Now, again, just doing some vague assumptions here but I think your senior year at Aguefort would be about that final fine tuning of going from student to adventurer. You’d probably have some party dynamic classes you have to take that would be an equivalent of the high school exit exam. Senior year, typically, is a breeze from the seniors I’ve talked to. I don’t think Aguefort would do it, but I know I’ve substituted for senior English which was mostly them practicing composition needed for college.
But. Anyway. I was going to make a post more on what I think class sizes look like, but this came out.
I have no real ending thought here except for the fact that I find the idea of Aguefort Academy having to at least pretend to function like a real high school, so the state doesn’t swoop in and shut it down infinitely funny.
I don’t really want a senior year but if there is, please, AAA losing their accreditation or revealing that their degrees actually mean nothing would be SO FUNNY PLEASE.
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My Dearest: Part 3
Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,835
Summary: What a lovely afternoon for a promenade. There is something unusual brewing in the midst.
Content: No use of y/n, reader’s last name is Bennett for fic purposes but feel free to imagine another surname that’s suitable for you, pining, friends turned lovers and a lot of fluff. Reader has a younger sister and an older brother.
A/N: Thank you for sticking with me through another part! I would love to hear feedback from you.
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In addition, gentle reader, there have been sightings of Lord William Brixton returning to the Ton. It was a scandal when he had left Miss Bennett with no proposal during her debut. There have been whispers of him returning to take her hand once more. Are these rumors or the truth of his presence during this season? We will not know until-
The newest edition of Lady Whistledown was plucked out of your hands by your mother. She scowled because she did not want you and your sister to read the words of the rumor-littered paper. You only read it for entertainment, but it intrigued you to read more when you were mentioned. Lord Brixton's return had certainly been a topic of conversation for the Mamas who had wished to pawn their daughters off to the Lord. Yet you knew that each of them had been turned down due to his interest in you.
It was flattering, to say the least, knowing that he had eyes on you. Soon you thought of Colin, your fingers toyed with the dainty jewel hanging from the necklace he had gifted you. A special gift he purchased because he thought of you. Lord Brixton hadn't bestowed you a personal gift such as that but he simply declared that he wished to court you. You told him you would give it thought, and he had respectfully accepted that you needed time after his abrupt departure that started whispers.
Now with his return, you were deemed desirable to your dismay. You did not want the attention when your sister was the one eager to be married while you were fine being unmarried. If only you could be a wallflower much like Penelope Featherington had been. Was, rather. Lady Whistledown had written down information that you were not aware of a certain Bridgerton helping her to find a husband. He was a good friend to her, so you saw nothing wrong with him aiding. However, there were whispers.
Now you walked alongside your mother as your sister was a few paces ahead with one of her many suitors. At the corner of your eye you saw a familiar figure walk your way with a smile that belonged to no other than Colin Bridgerton. When he had approached you and your mother, he nodded his head in greeting. You and your mother acknowledged him with small curtsies in return.
"Lady Bennett, Miss Bennett," Colin greeted, "Lovely day, isn't it?"
"Yes, quite lovely," you replied, a soft smile gracing your lips.
Colin smiled at you before he glanced at your mother, asking her permission to whisk you away momentarily. She waved you both off with her hand before she continued on to chaperone your sister. A simple chuckle rumbled in Colin's chest as he glanced back at you. He offered his arm to you, and you reached out to hold it as he guided you on the path. Your own maid followed paces behind you to keep you chaperoned.
"It pleases me that you are wearing my gift," he commented.
You smiled warmly at him. "I have taken quite a liking to it," you responded. He turned his head to look at you, and you felt his hand pat your hand that rested on his arm. That smile of his made him swoon.
You suddenly grow nervous, your cheeks warmed as you become aware of how close he is to you. Your heart raced in your chest because you knew that Colin wanted more, but he was not voicing that he did. However, you did try to push past that when you had something to ask of him.
"I did not know you were aiding Penelope to find a husband," you then said.
He was taken by surprise, and a nervous chuckle left him. "Ah, so you read about it then," he said as he looked ahead. "That was true. Since I cannot keep anything from you, I have spoken to her before seeking you out. She has put my help on pause to prevent further gossip."
The smile only grew on your face as you pulled him to stop walking so you could look at him. "That is truly admirable, Colin. I do not see that as a negative thing at all for helping Penelope. It shows your brilliant character," you stated.
His gaze lingered on you, and yours on him. You could see the tiniest hint of pink on his cheeks as you complimented him, which made you giggle in return before you gently tugged him along to continue your walk.
He then cleared his throat. "And what of you and Lord Brixton? Has he really returned to seek your hand?" The question made you gently grip his arm a little tighter and it was his turn to pause your walk to look at you. "What is wrong?" His face was now riddled with concern as he looked you over, seeing that distant look on your face.
A soft sigh left you as you looked elsewhere, now avoiding his gaze. "He wishes to court me again, Colin," you admitted to him. You looked at him now and you saw the look of conflict on his face, his gaze not meeting yours. The look made you desperately want to ease his worries. "I told him I would think of it and he granted me as much time as I needed," you told him.
Colin's eyes met yours, and a small look of relief showed on his features. "Ah, I see," he responded, and a small smile went to his lips, "That makes me glad that he is giving you time."
You wanted to reach out to him, but it would have been inappropriate. You wanted to tell him to convey his feelings. Then you remembered what your mother told you, and that was a woman must not beg. The words he wrote on paper were strong indications that he had feelings for you, but he never spoke them out loud. Was he too afraid to admit his feelings out loud to you? He did not realize how much turmoil he put you through, but you hid it with a mask that showed that you were fine when you weren't. All he had to do was ask and you would give him what he wanted.
"Shall we?" He asked, gesturing to the path once more. You give him a timid smile and a nod before you are off again. The conversation was more about his travels because he hadn't told you everything through his letters. As fascinating as his stories were, your heart grew heavy with want when you wished he wasn't talking to you as a friend.
You left the promenade with unanswered questions that afternoon. The longing you had for Colin burned through your body, and he consumed your every thought. Even now as you stood by the refreshment table at the Cowell House, you were too distracted by your thoughts until your name was being called. You glanced at Penelope as she joined you, and you both shared sheepish smiles.
"I did not think you were one for hiding," she said softly.
A soft laugh left your lips and you shook your head. "Is it that obvious? I believe my head is entirely in the clouds this evening," you responded. She was curious, but you revealed nothing to her. Your private matters were your own, and you did not wish for gossip to ignite from possible eavesdroppers. Lady Whistledown had eyes and ears at every event, and you simply did not want to be written about again.
Your conversation with Penelope was light and short until your eyes met Colin's from across the room. He looked at you in the same way you looked at him. It was like time had stopped. Your breathing was heavy and you had to excuse yourself from Penelope in a rush as you broke eye contact. You dared not to look at him again as you walked somewhere else in the room, your eyes were to the floor as you attempted to make an escape.
You've barely made it five steps until you collide with someone. Hands were on your shoulders to steady you so you wouldn't lose balance, a startled expression on your face as you looked up to meet Lord Brixton's concerned gaze. He retracted his hands from your shoulders and placed them to his sides as you curtsied to him with your gaze to the ground. Your cheeks warmed with embarrassment due to not seeing him in the first place.
"My apologies, Lord Brixton," you said quickly.
The sound of his laugh filled your ears and your look turned to confusion as you looked up at him. "Your apology is not needed, Miss Bennett. I was hoping to see you today actually," he stated as he placed his hands behind his back.
"Oh?" You asked curiously, but you were far from interested when you were more concerned about leaving the room. "Whatever for?" Your gaze went past the lord and your eyes were met with Colin's again. You broke eye contact and looked back at the man in front of you, a warm smile on your lips.
His brow rose in question at your response, but you kept your composure. "I wanted to see you again. I know I left your estate giving you time to think things over, and I will still allow that time, but I find myself thinking of you often," he expressed.
If you did not have feelings for a certain Bridgerton, you would have been completely enamored by his words like you have been in the past season. However, you felt nothing but a tinge of guilt as he spoke kind words and you couldn't reciprocate them. You had to fake a smile to continue playing a façade. Your mother would want you to be with someone like Lord Brixton, but he was not what your heart yearned for.
"That is quite flattering, Lord Brixton," you said. Suddenly you felt more aware of your surroundings when you felt eyes on you. "Unfortunately, I am feeling unwell, and I wish to go home," you told him.
"Oh, that's too bad. Shall I escort you out?" He did not look pleased, but he was not going to push. You knew him to be too much of a gentleman to push something unwanted on you.
"No, it is fine, I can manage on my own," you replied and gave a weak smile, "I will see you again, Lord Brixton. Have a good evening." You gave him a curtsy before you walked off. You tried not to walk too fast as you kept moving through the crowd while avoiding certain glances. Just like that, you were gone from the Cowell House.
What you didn't see was that Colin Bridgerton was watching your escape, and there was a triumphant look on his face when he looked back to Lord Brixton looking puzzled.
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Starcross Part 4
New perspective!
Content: Conditioned whumpee, fear of punishment, multiple caretakers, food mention
Free Space, AFS Starcross, 5/5/4763
The infirmary doors hissed as Oka passed through them, two plates of food carefully balanced in both of their hands. Ziar had stayed with the new visitor overnight, and from what Veya had said, she wasn’t going to be coming up for air anytime soon. The lights were still red. She’d fiddled with the settings to let them sleep.
Since their last stop had been on Hurulose, breakfast denitely left something to be desired. They were simple mining rations, containing mostly dried fruit slices and sticks of preserved meat. Jesse, not impressed by the options, had baked some Kuliaen flatbread out of whatever ingredients she’d been able to find on the colony.
“Morning,” Ziar said, looking back from the cabinets she was rooting through. Her voice was quiet to avoid waking the sleeping human. “You can set those over there.” She pointed towards the table at the front of the room.
The exhaustion on her face was obvious. Ziar was normally one of the better rested crew members, and it was odd to see them yawning so much. “Do you want me to get you some tea? Or whatever battery acid Jesse drinks?”
“Nah, I’ll be alright.” She turned towards them, heading towards the plates, and Oka narrowed their eyes.
A bandage was wrapped around her upper right arm. “What happened?” Ziar shrugged. “They got a little freaked out. It’s fine.”
Ah. Veya probably wouldn’t be happy about that. “How are they?”
“Stable. Exhausted and scared.” A beat of silence passed. “They…they’ve been through a lot, from what I can tell. When we land I’d like them to be seen by another doctor. I can pay.”
“I’ll run that by her.” The answer would probably be yes. Zarian was more friendly to those without proper affiliation. “If you need me to watch them so you can shower and spend some time with your leg o, I can watch them for a little bit.”
Ziar thought for a moment. “That would be good, yeah. How’s your Yeran?”
They made a “so-so” motion with their hand. “It’s descent. I’m no where near a native, but I can make it work.
She hummed. “Alright.” There was an uncertain pause. “They’re absolutely terried, Oka. You sure?”
They bit their lip for a second before speaking. “I’ve done this before, Ziar. I know.”
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The weapon could tell that there was someone else, someone new in the room.
It kept its eyes closed, kept “resting” like Ziar had asked it too, of course, but it could tell. Their voice was hushed, and it couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but its stomach twisted into knots anyway. It couldn’t be anything good.
Ziar hadn’t punished it, at least not yet. She’d let it stay in the bed, with the blanket. She’d told it to sleep, to rest. The weapon had worried that it wouldn’t be able to, but the time in stasis had made it very tired. In less than an hour, it had been out like a light switch.
She’d left it mostly undisturbed, checking on it periodically, but not hurting it. It had heard her wake a while ago, but the weapon had still not been disturbed. It was being permitted to sleep in. That had never, in the history of the weapon’s existence, ever happened.
It shuddered at the thought of having to pay for these luxuries, for these mercies. It hadn’t been punished for biting yet, either. There was going to be a lot of pain in its future, and it knew that. The fact that it also dreaded it was inconsequential. The weapon had bit its better, then taken advantage of her kindness. It was what it deserved.
The conversation stopped, and it heard footsteps start to approach the bed. Despite its best efforts, it couldn’t help but go rigid.
“Are you awake?” Her voice was soft, gentle. “I’ve brought breakfast if you’re hungry.”
Food. Poisoned, perhaps, or incompatible with its digestive tract.
Slowly, it opened its eyes, the red glow of the room not overwhelming its sight. Ziar was on their left, a good meter away, keeping her distance. Behind her was someone else, a dark-skinned Sanatori who was wearing two different shimmering dangly earrings and holding a plate of food in shiny packages.
They smiled at it, in a way that almost seemed genuine. “This is Oka, (They/Them),” Ziar introduced. It froze, unsure what to do. Was there a way they would want to be greeted? What were the rules here? “I need to leave for a little while. Oka’s going to make sure that you’re okay. Ask them if you need anything, alright?”
It nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, and Oka isn’t either.” She said that a lot. The weapon wondered why she did, since it was an obvious lie.
Ziar beckoned for them to step forward, and they did, much closer than the Ziar had. “Hello, what’s your name?”
The weapon did a double take. It didn’t have a name, those weren’t for humans, for things like it. Maybe they wanted its identication number. “This Unit’s designation is KM-4682, sir.”
Oka gave it a confused look. “Okay. Can I call you Kim? Like KM?”
“You can call it whatever you want, sir.” The weapon was not permitted to have an opinion about its designation.
“It’s okay-” Ziar stepped a little closer, “-if you want to be called something else.”
It was like they were pushing it towards something, trying to get it to slip up, trying to get it trouble. Then again, it deserved punishment anyway. It had bit Ziar. “Kim is acceptable, ma’am.”
They both nodded. “If that ever changes, it’s alright to tell us,” Oka said. It sounded genuine. It couldn’t be.
The weapon was not permitted to have an opinion about its designation.
Ziar spoke with Oka in another language for a little bit, then she looked back to it. “I'll be back in a couple hours. Oka won’t hurt you.”The weapon nodded, unbelieving, and Ziar left the room. It ignored the pit in its stomach as Oka tore the rst pouch of food open.
What were they going to do to it?
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Mending a Family 43/?
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If Tim had a nickel for every time a feral child held a League of Assassin weapon to his throat, he’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. What was his life even?
“I won’t let you take my dad away from me,” the little kid, Danny, yelled. His eyes were glowing like Jason’s would when he was angry. Oh boy.
Tim dodged the erratic slash of the knife.
“Hey, I’m not here to take away—whoa, watch it!”
Tim barely dodged a slash to his stomach that would’ve had his guts spilled to the floor.
“Daniel James Fenton, put that knife down, now!”
Jazz appeared out of nowhere and snatched the knife from Danny’s hands.
“This isn’t a toy! You could’ve hurt Tim.”
“That’s the point,” the little boy said while glaring at Tim with green eyes. Tim shuddered; if looks could kill, Tim would be a dead man.
“Now give it back, you fink!”
The little boy levitated, trying to get the knife that Jazz had put out of reach. The little boy was meta.
“What’s going on here,” Jason asked. His hair was ruffled, and his clothes were rumpled.
“Your son tried to kill Tim.”
“He’s trying to take you away from us!”
Jason’s firm expression softened, “Danny, lad, I told you last night. I’m not leaving you. Nobody can make me leave you, Jazz, or Ellie. I promise.”
Danny’s lips started wobbling. Suddenly, Tim felt like a dick (Sorry, big bird.) even though the kid had tried to kill him. How was that fair?
“I don’t want you to leave. I don��t want to leave our haunt.”
“I promise, chum, I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” Tim believed Jason.
Danny hugged Jason and clung to his leg while glaring daggers at Tim. Tim felt very unsafe.
“Now, what did I tell you about using that knife without my permission or Jazz’s permission?”
Danny buried his face in Jason’s leg and mumbled.
“What was that?”
“To not use it.”
“Exactly. You took it out of the safe and were using it to hurt someone else. You know you’re gonna be punished for that, right?”
Danny glared at Tim again before nodding.
“Okay, Jazz and I will discuss it and decide later. Now, go get ready for school.”
“I don’t want to go to school,” Danny whined while crossing his arm over his chest, “you could leave while I’m gone. Or he can take you away from me.”
Tim scoffed, “As if I can make Jason do anything.”
“Quiet, fruit loop,” the kid yelled out. His hands started glowing green. Tim barely dodged the beam of light that was aimed at him. Where had stood was a steaming scorch mark. Yikes. Forget a knife. That was the least of Jason’s problems with this kid if he ever wanted to kill anyone.
“Danny, stop trying to kill Tim!”
Jason picked the kid up and took him to another room. Tim was left alone with Jazz. Suddenly, Tim wished for the murderous kid back. At least he knew how to deal with deadly children. He didn’t know how to deal with someone that could pick his brain apart. No wonder Bruce avoided therapy.
“I’m sorry about that. It’s hard for Danny to control his emotions even if he is technically sixteen.”
“It’s not a problem; he’s not the first one who’s tried to kill me—wait, what do you mean he’s sixteen?”
Jazz smiled, showing way too many teeth.
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It took longer than he would like to admit, but Jason had been forced to compromise with Danny for the time being. He wouldn’t have to go to school that day, and Danny promised he’d stop trying to kill Tim and apologize. Why did Jason feel he’d gotten the short end of the stick?
Jason understood where Danny was coming from. He was scared Jason would disappear and leave him behind, but that was no excuse for attacking Tim.
Why did Jason suddenly feel like a hypocrite? Danny stared at Jason with a knowing look. He sighed. Sometimes, it was horrible that his son could read Jason’s emotions.
They left the room and found Jazz feeding Ellie. Tim was nibbling on a piece of a bagel while staring thoughtfully into space. A steaming cup of coffee was at his side.
“Danny, is there anything you have to say,” Jason prompted.
“Sorry for, y’know,” Danny gestured vaguely.
“Danny,” Jason said warningly.
“Ugh, fine! Sorry for trying to kill you! There, happy now?”
“Danny, that is not how we apologize,” Jazz said.
“‘Danny, that’s not how we apologize,’” he mocked his sister.
Tim stared at Danny, “Yeah, I can definitely see the teenager now.”
“You told him,” Danny asked, angry.
“Yep,” she said unrepented. Ellie smiled at Danny. Her mocking expression looked out of place on a toddler’s face.
“Whatever,” Danny said. He sat across from Tim and glared at him. Jason sighed. It was going to be a long day.
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Tim hated to admit it, but domestic life looked good on Jason. He had observed the older man throughout the day. He was happier. His shoulders didn’t tense up, and he laughed—not a sardonic or mocking one, but one full of joy. Tim could tell that Jason adored Danny and doted on Ellie.
He carried the little girl everywhere. When Jazz left to go on a run, he played with her. She laughed and played peek-a-boo by disappearing and reappearing. Tim knew she had powers; Jazz had told him so, but it was a surprise to see it.
Tim digested everything Jazz had told him while watching as Jason tickled Ellie’s feet. Her peals of laughter echoed throughout the house. Danny continued to glare daggers at Tim. Tim felt prickles at the back of his neck the few times he turned his gaze away from the boy—teenager?—whatever.
Another dimension: de-aging, displacement, and finding a new family.
Watching Jason spend time with his new family, Tim knew he would never convince Jason to return to Gotham. Honestly, feeling the happiness surrounding the small family, Tim didn’t want to anymore. After all, Jason had left behind his old life and built something good for himself.
He had figured out to be happy, something Bruce and even Tim had yet to figure out. Hell, maybe the rest of the family, too.
That did leave one question in Tim’s mind: Where did that leave him and Bruce?
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Jason wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he felt something in his chest tighten as he said goodbye to Tim. After all, here was a tie to his old family, and he was letting him go. A part of him almost felt like asking the baby bird to stay with them. To become a part of his new family.
He knew he couldn’t. Bruce would lose it if he lost one of his birds.
“I won’t tell Bruce where you are. He already forbade us to look for you. I don’t want to get chewed out.”
Tim gave a bitter smile.
“You built something great here. I’m sorry for intruding.”
Yes, Jason couldn’t let a part of his old life stay, not while it could compromise his new-found happiness.
“I know you don’t want to return to Gotham, but maybe, and I’m not saying you have to, but think about talking to Bruce.”
“I can’t, Timmy; what if he tries to take Danny away from me? What if he wants to send Ellie and Jazz away? What if—what if he sends me to Arkham?”
Tim said nothing, though Jason felt that he disagreed with him.
“Can you leave now,” Danny asked. He was still glaring at Tim. Jason sighed. His little boy really didn’t like Tim. Well, he guessed it took a while to warm up to the Replacement.
“Danny, stop that,” Danny turned his glare toward Jason, huffed, and then stomped into the house.
“Here, my number. Don’t give it to them, but you can text me.”
Tim nodded, memorized the number, and returned the paper to Jason.
“See you around, I guess.”
Tim turned and started walking toward his car before pausing.
“Before I forget, Alfred loved his birthday present.”
Jason followed Tim to his car. He got in and put the window down before whispering, “I won’t talk about your powers, either. Though I am curious.”
Jason stayed silent. He had hoped he hadn’t given any clues to Tim that he had powers now, but the little bastard was observant. He wondered what gave him away.
“Just so you know, I think Bruce would accept you the way you are, powers and all.”
He put up his window and turned on the car. Jason watched as his brother drove away.
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I've been thinkin bout that bt scene. Obviously I might be totally wrong but idk, I feel like T kinda muttered "god I hope so" into his wine glass & not directly at Buck & he was being maybe kinda insecure, like in his head maybe since we assume he's older & more experienced he might think that's why Buck is sticking around?
Like idk, it's a call back somehow to the first date and the closet comment? Like T wants this to work out because he thinks Buck is adorable but you know they aren't really clicking so ya know whatever works? (But eventually it will fully break down)
And the way Buck said "but you think I do?" about the daddy issues is like Buck goin "....wait what?" in his head because his head does tilt a bit to the side like 🤔🤔🤔 And it's showing that they don't fit.
That it was intentionally weird & off putting.
Tho I do think the bit where T says "but your father is alive" wasn't meant to be snarky. Buck then says "Exactly" which I took as Buck being all "exactly, my dad's just THAT shitty and he's not going to change."
Off course then the speech Buck gave Chris is a bit eh, but like two things can be true at the same time. XD
Also I'm def not a bt shipper, Buddie all the way but yeah that's just how it came off to me. Lol.
I hope this makes sense.
I have been swamped with exams and neglected my inbox so 💐💐💐💐💐
Eh I feel like it was definitely more flirty than insecure like I’m tempted to add the gifsets for reference but I don’t want it to show up in the gif makers’ notifications but yeah like as he’s saying it it’s 100% like suggestive vibes rather than self deprecating making a joke about an actual insecurity vibe
Like I think for me this is definitely a horses not zebras moment
I do keep think that maybe the like off putting moments are intentional because so many weird choices have been made with BT
For the your dad is alive I think I wasn’t super clear on my opinion on it but like I don’t mean he said it to be snarky per say more so that the implications behind that line are things like “you’d feel differently if he wasn’t” or “you can fix things before he does” or as if that’s something to be thankful for or recognise when talking about his pseudo father nearly dying
Like the reason I hate this line isn’t that it necessarily has to be cruel intentions on Tommys part but rather that this sorta narrative gets forced down traumatised peoples throats CONSTANTLY (sometimes with good intentions) and it’s such a bullshit rhetoric and it’s even more bullshit to use that line while talking about this found family/pseudo father he has nearly dying
Also yeah that’s definitely what that “exactly” was meant to be like yup a dead dad would at least be less traumatising, a lot easier to explain, and probably easier on my therapist than this clusterfuck but alas
BUCKS SPEECH TO CHRIS- okay lots of thoughts on this because my mom got confused and picked thought daughter:
Do I love that the writers low-key made it sound like he’s comparing Eddie to the Buckley parents? no I hate it but KR was writing for this ep so what did we expect
Do I think a marginally better way to interpret it is that it was more so continuing that theme of paralleling buck and Chris’ issues? Yes
Are the basic and I mean like the very abstract very simple and nothing further parallels there? Yeah like parent not over their grief causes conflict between parent and child
Other than that no not at all Eddie never involved Chris in this, Kim came over with her Shannon cosplay without telling him, Eddie also never intentionally emotionally harmed Chris while the Buckley parents spent bucks entire life intentionally being the absolute worst™️ and emotionally neglectful and were shit parents to Maddie too by forcing her to pretend her brother didn’t exist while she was a child and mourning said brother
But I also think it’s actually very in character for buck to continue to sympathise with them and cut them an impossible amount of slack by trying to draw parallels to this situation like it’s less trying to paint Eddie more like them and more so using Eddie (someone he cares about and loves and sympathises with deeply) as a frame of reference to mentally try to humanise and sympathise with his own parents - idk if I’m making sense but in my head it makes sense
Like it’s actually a pretty common thing you see with traumatised people they’ll sorta draw parallels that aren’t there between themselves or the people they care about and the people who traumatised them because a lot of traumatised people will just constantly seek to understand that perspective more and sympathise with it like hell I’ve seen it with the people in my life doing it and it’s like woah those situations are very different I need you to recognise that
Loved hearing your view of it and it totally made sense!!!
Gonna see if there are any quick asks I can answer before I get back to my revision cos I definitely yapped more than I expected for this
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Figure it out
Pairing: Ni-ki x reader
Synopsis: you're finding out that you're pregnant from your best friend.
Warnings: the reader is obviously pregnant
English is not my first language
n/a: this an old scenario that was written for a whole story but I'm too lazy to write so it's just that !
"Are you done ?" Ni-ki said who was leaning against the toilet door with his arms crossed under his chest.
You two were in one of the school bathroom, the least used. It was only you two in this whole silent bathroom.
You decide to take a pregnancy test because of the obvious symptoms that you have. You didn't want it to do it alone since you have no friends and the only person that you have is Ni-ki and it's also because he's involved in it.
"Yeah." You said after you finished peeing on the stick and put it aside so you can put your panties and your shorts back on.
You didn't want to go out until the result is ready, don't want to face him while you waiting for the result. You close the toilet seat and sit on, while having the stick between your hands. You have to wait 5 min but it's feel like an hour.
You're right foot was tapping on the floor due to stress.
"Relax, y/n" you heard ni-ki's calm and soft voice.
"Shut it, riki, your not making things easier, this is still fucking stressful" you said, running your fingers through your hair.
Your heard silence, he didn't say anything else and just obeys you.
"I'm sorry," you started "i didn't mean to be harsh, i just feel horribly stress by this situation and by my finals"
"It's okay, I understand" Ni-ki said still using his soft voice. "Thank you for agreeing to come do this with me" you said, staring at Ni-ki shoes which is the only thing that is visible to you. "Why thanking me ? You're not alone in this situation, that's the least I can do"
You didn't say anything not knowing what to reply.
"what do you think we will do if you are pregnant?" He asks you take a moment of reflexion and said " i don't know, I will probably won't keep it or putting it in a orphan center until someone adopt it, I'm still young for that and I didn't even start my college studies."You said before marking a break .
"what about you?" "I don't know, it's your choice," he mark a break before he tells you "and I'll be by your side no matter what you choose"
You fluttered about what he said, you only cough "your choice is also important, i wasn't alone" "yeah but I'm not the one who's going to bear it during 9 months"
"True but are you really sure is that what you want ?" You ask but not hearing anything from him instead you hear beeps of the stick, letting you know that the result is ready.
You look at the stick, and feel like your insides dropped as you swallow hard.
"What is it?" Ni-ki asked but earn not responding
You stood up and open the toilet door and you come out of the toilet.
"Chaewon?" He looks at you confused but mainly concerned about the look on your face a mix of shock and fear.
You passed by him, not looking at him you just walk to the bathroom counter and put your two hands at the end of the counter, the pregnancy test still in your hand. You put you head down trying not to cry, it's obviously a hard task.
Ni-ki approaches you, and looks at you, worried. At the sight of you face, he can tell that the result is not what you wanted. You slid the hand with the test on the counter towards Ni-ki and take your hand away from it. You still have your head low.
Ni-ki took the test, stands shocked as he tries to swallow but find it hard.
You lift your head up looking at Ni-ki, tears where all over you face, your nose was slightly red.
"What are we going to do ?" You cried out, you couldn't stop it.
Ni-ki immediately put the test on the counter and cup your cheeks.
"We're going to find a solution, I'm here with you, y/n" he said as he swipes your tears away.
"It's okay, let it out" he told you before take you in his arms, your face on his chest and his head on your head. He rubs you back back and forth slowly.
You still cry on his uniform but he couldn't careless.
"We're going to find out, don't worry"
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