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# - 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Gojo watches from the sidelines as his son gradually falls in love with you.
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : kids romance, gojo being the best dad!
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The first time Gojo noticed you was on the platform of Kyoto Station. It was time for another school year so he was there to drop young Megumi off at the station which would lead to his new primary school.
“Do you have everything with you?” Gojo asks his son, mentally counting all of his things once more. When he doesn’t get a response back he looks at Megumi who stared off at something amongst the crowd.
“‘Gumi?” He tries again to catch the 6 year old’s attention, but he’s fully focused somewhere else. The platform was busy with people, all wishing their children luck on their first day so it was difficult to see where Megumi’s eyes were trained. But as his father, and no-less possessing the six eyes, he knew exactly what had caught his attention.
Slightly further down the platform, Gojo caught sight of you standing there, laughing and smiling with your family who were also there to drop you off. That was the first time Gojo saw you. He didn’t know who you were, but he had a feeling that, with a little coaxing, he would later on.
“‘Gumi, pay attention to your father!” Gojo whined at his son, causing Megumi to turn his attention back to the kneeling man. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
Gojo gave him a smile, “I was just making sure that you had everything with you and that you don’t forget about me okay?” He pouted before hugging him, much to Megumi’s refusal, just before the platform announcement came.
Megumi just rolls his eyes in response and makes his way on the train. Gojo turns around to look at you once more and sees that you’re doing the same, delivering one last goodbye before boarding the train, flashing a big smile towards Megumi beforehand. Gojo can’t help but smile when he notices a red hue staining the boy’s face.
Gojo waved enthusiastically at Megumi who sat at a window seat, hoping he wouldn’t cause too much trouble in school - unlike last year.
The end of his first day came and Megumi prepared himself as he made his way off the train “‘Gumi!” Gojo pushed himself through the crowd, passing other parents as he bee-lined towards Megumi, “I missed you my little mochi!”
Megumi whipped his head towards the white-haired man barrelling his way towards him, a grimace on his face when he’s practically to the ground.
“How was your first day? Did you get into any trouble? I don’t want any calls from your teachers again!” Megumi seemed to curl in on himself, embarrassed by his dad’s constant pestering.
Halfway through his rant Gojo noticed the far away look Megumi had as he stared at something or someone behind his crouched figure.
Turning around he noticed you stood not too far away, giggling and failing to hide your smile as you watched Gojo fuss over the young boy. Turning back to face the raven-haired boy he had to try and contain a smile of his own as he watched the way Megumi tried to hide his small body behind Gojo’s.
Y/n, that was your name. At least that’s what he heard through the boisterous crowd not too long ago. Maybe it was time to let Megumi go, figure his own way in the world.
The next time Gojo chooses to embarrass Megumi was sports day. While Megumi was sat cross-legged on the field with his team, Gojo was behind the fence with the other parents cheering obnoxiously loud.
He even took it upon himself to wear a custom shirt with Megumi’s face plastered on it with the words: meGOmi. And if it couldn’t get any worse, you had walked up to him earlier and commented on how ‘enthusiastic’ his dad was.
So when it finally came to Megumi’s turn during the footrace Gojo couldn’t help but practically scream out Megumi’s name and a few words of encouragement.
“You can do it my sweet Megumi! Remember the bet I have going on with the other parents! IF YOU DON’T MAKE THAT FINISH LINE YOU’RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR THE NEXT MONTH — I HAVE A REPUTATION TO HOLD UP!”
This caused Megumi to hide his face in the collar of his top, hiding from any prying eyes and especially a pair of honey-brown ones.
Of course Gojo couldn’t contain himself when he saw this and continued with his uplifting words, advocating himself as Megumi’s personal wingman, “Do it for your girlfriend!”
This caused Megumi to trip over his own foot, face-planting and resulting in a mouthful of dirt as he kept his eyes to the ground-now blown wide in bewilderment, too shocked to hear the whistle signalling the start of the race.
Even at the end of the race, Gojo continued his pestering as he made his way over to the boy, “how could you do this to me ‘Gumi?! Do you know how much money I put on you - oh hey, isn’t that Y/n?”
Whipping his head up Megumi made eye contact once more with your warm ones walking his way.
“Y/n! Did you see my Megumi? I think he needs some encouragement huh” smiling up at the 6’2 man, you failed to keep a small giggle to yourself, “he’s still a winner to me”
A bright red blush spread over the boy’s face at this, his eyes focusing anywhere but you. Walking closer towards Megumi you planted a quick peck to his cheek, wishing him luck on the next race before making your way back to your own team.
“If that’s not encouragement, I don’t know what is”
But it didn’t end there. Gojo had planned to visit the shop’s later that afternoon, wanting to grab a hold of some limited edition mochi he kept going on about.
But for some reason the now 8 year old Megumi stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching his dad grab his keys and wallet, “what’s up ‘Gumi?”
He shuffles in his spot for a moment, “Can I come with you?” Megumi quietly asks, his voice small and almost silent. Something Gojo is not too familiar with. Megumi never liked joining Gojo when he went out, according to him it takes too long.
“…Is this where you finally admit that you want to spend time with your ever-so-loving father?” Gojo boasts with a hand to his heart. Of course though, Gojo knows all too well that there must be a reason for his son to suddenly want to join and it definitely wasn’t to spend time with his dad.
Narrowing his eyes at the small boy, he probes further, “What’s the occasion?”
“…does there have to be a reason?” Gojo sends his son a questioning look, which causes Megumi to realise that his father knows him all too well. “I want to buy a Christmas present.” He quietly admits.
“Oh do you now? And for whom is this present for exactly?”
Megumi flusters at this as he wrings his hands together, “…for y/n”
Gojo smiles. It’s for the girl that he hasn’t been able to stop talking about - well, unknowingly that is. Ever since that kiss two years ago, he’s mentioned your name numerous times. So many times that it feels like Gojo practically know you.
Megumi always finds a way to include your name in things whether it being the food he’s eating coincidentally being your favourite, noticing a figurine advertised on tv which you happen to have a keyring of on your book bag, or how the laundry detergent reminds him of you every time you pass in the halls. Little things that he himself doesn’t notice he mentions but Gojo sure does.
Which led to where Megumi found himself now, trailing after the over-enthusiastic man to find the perfect gift for you. “I want it to be special” Megumi reminds the older male, sighing as he walks out from yet another store.
“Y/n must be special huh, the way you put so much effort into finding something special for her” Gojo stuffs his cotton-clad hands in the pockets of his winter coat as he slows down to match the steps of the gloomy looking boy, seemingly deep in thought.
“I’d be happy with a bag of Mochi honestly”
Megumi deadpans up at his father, “Good thing it’s not for you then huh” he pauses for a second before continuing in a smaller voice,
“I just-I feel… this just has to be different okay?”
Gojo just smiles down at the boy, a distant look on his face, knowing all too well what Megumi was feeling.
“Eight year old’s these days”
The next time Gojo saw you was at Jujutsu High, now 14 years old. Gojo hasn’t had the pleasure of teaching you at the school yet since you were placed in a separate class to Megumi, much to both of the boys dismay.
You and Megumi were sitting on a bench, clearly close with the almost non-existent space between the two. The way you two were laughing together at something the other said caused Gojo to slow to a stop. He couldn’t help but stare, a face of longing as he gazed at the two teenagers.
When was the last time he had seen Megumi laugh let alone smile? He couldn’t even hug Megumi without some sort of complaint along with a futile attempt at wriggling out of his hold.
Gojo couldn’t miss what he never had but he sure could hope, and damn the heavens; this was what Gojo had always hoped for, to see his son happy - he deserved to be happy.
Gojo was stood not too far away from where you both sat, unknowing of the emotional man staring.
That was until Megumi turned his head towards where the sorcerer stood. Megumi’s eyes widened, shock clear in his eyes at seeing his dad watching on.
Swiftly, Megumi makes his way towards him, “what are you doing standing there for?”
“Ah Megumi! Just reminiscing” Gojo greets his son, “I was just passing, got a meeting with the higher-ups, I’m probably late anyway” he scratches his head as he discreetly hides a paper bag, no doubt filled to the brim with sweets, behind his back.
“And you must be y/n!” Gojo says as you catch up with Megumi, now standing beside him. “The last time I saw you was when you kis-“
Quickly slapping a hand over the sorcerer’s mouth, Megumi was quick to interject, “kissed the ground! When I face-planted aha, remember that? Funny huh?”
Gojo just smiled behind the boy’s hand, deciding he’s teased him enough.
Although he doesn’t fail to notice the silver necklace around your neck. The same necklace he and Megumi went to look for as a ‘Christmas present’ for you. You still wear it, six years later.
A few months went by after that, Gojo had been patrolling the dorm hallways making sure everyone stayed where they were supposed to instead of sneaking off when he suddenly collided with a small figure barrelling their way down towards the girl’s dorms.
Looking down he was met with your worried eyes, “I’m so sorry sensei! I know it’s past curfew- I was held up but I’m on my way to my room now!” You rushed out.
Gojo shines up into a smile right away, clearly happy to see you, “Ah L/n~ Don’t worry about it, I’m no prude like that old man” he waves off.
As he says this Gojo looks down to see a plastic bag you were holding in your right hand. Noticing where his stare was directed you offered an explanation, “I went to buy some things I was running out of in my fridge, I was held up in a queue which is why I was running behind curfew”
Breaking out into a wide grin, Gojo more than happily replies, “Ah you really are wife material! It makes me so happy that my little ‘Gumi finally has someone he likes this much, honestly he’s starting to give me a headache with the amount of times you’re brought up” Gojo jokes but stops as soon as he catches the expression on your face.
“Megumi likes me?”
Gojo, by reflex, slaps a hand over his mouth. He really thought that Megumi had already told you. Something he expressed he was going to do one night weeks ago.
“Ah… so I see he didn’t tell you”
That night Gojo paced his friend’s room (or so that’s what Gojo calls him), waiting for the dreaded sound of a notification to pierce straight through his heart.
“Sit down”, came the bland tone of a certain blond, “worrying won’t solve anything”
“Maybe if I circle fast enough I can create my very own whirlpool which’ll suck me in, never to be seen again”
At this, Nanami placed his newspaper neatly on his coffee table before leaning over to grab the nearly forgotten cup of coffee. “This shouldn’t come to a surprise to Megumi, you can never keep your mouth closed”
“You know what, you’re right Nanamin! I’m not worried-why should I be? This was meant to be weeks ago-weeks, how was I to know any different?”
“So the fact that your phone is practically vibrating off the table doesn’t worry you?” Nanami hides his smug smile behind the rim of his mug.
Virtually diving for his phone Gojo rushes to open the message, prepared for the worst,
“I guess the letter was good news?” Nanami asks from the smile Gojo has plastered on his face.
Winter came later that year, Gojo was inside straying away from the cold outside. Opting to gather more wood the rack near the back door he caught a glimpse of something whizzing passed the window before hearing a muffled ‘hmph!’
Peering through the window Gojo caught sight of Megumi lying on his back with a face full of snow, making no movement to get back up.
“Oh my god, Megs! Are you okay? I’m sorry!” Gojo heard the muffled laughter of his son’s girlfriend as you made your way over to lend a hand.
This didn’t quite work in your favour though, soon joining the boy on the snow covered ground and laughter filling the air, “I am now that you’re down here”
Not even the sun on this beautiful morning was shining as much as the smile on Megumi’s face.
Just like before, Gojo stared off, a peaceful smile on his face. This was definitely more than just puppy love.
He knew from there on that Megumi would be okay, as long as he’s with you.
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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I saw this pic of baby megumi on Pinterest and I couldn’t help myself ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰
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Want, not Need. Pt. 2 || The Orgy
warnings : smut 18+, fingering, strap-on, cunnilingus, anal play, semi-public sex.
a/n : Mapi is not injured and hobbling about in this series, thank you very much. That is also my favorite picture of those two.
Part One
“Her?” Ingrid asks, “Where did you meet her?”
Mapi begins to go into vivid detail about your one-night stand with Mapi. She gets into the nitty gritty and boy does it pique Ingrid’s interest.
“We met at the bar, she was standing there with the most perfect ass I had ever seen at the time. Yours tops that list now.” Mapi says, giving Ingrid a little tap on her behind. She grins and smacks her girlfriend, listening to her explain her little night with you.
“She took the big one, Ingrid,” Mapi tells her proudly. Ingrid knew what Mapi was talking about. Mapi had a toy that she still struggled to take. It sat in the back of Mapi’s nightstand, a mountain Ingrid still hadn’t been able to conquer. She was thoroughly impressed though, and by the sound of it, Mapi was too.
“I mean, I barely fingered her open and she took it like a champ.”
“She is fascinating.”
Ingrid looks over at you, eyes already hooded like a predator that has eyes on prey.
“And she just left you? No goodbye?” Ingrid asks as she stands. Mapi stands too and tucks a lock of the Norwegian hair behind her ear.
“Just a note, and the most delicious breakfast I had in all my time in Madrid,” Mapi tells Ingrid as she begins to walk over to you. Mapi suddenly grabs her arm, pulls her back, and gives her a chaste kiss, grinning from ear to ear.
“Work your magic, huh princesa? She owes me a round of drinks.”
Ingrid saunters over, a friendly smile on her face.
“Hello, you must be who Jonatan was raving about, our newest sports writer! Please, call me Ingrid.”
“Yes, it’s certainly a pleasure to meet you, Ingrid. Y/N.”
The camera starts rolling and the interview goes smoothly. Mapi tries to focus back on training but can’t, spending more time staring at you and Ingrid than going through her drills for the day. She notices that Ingrid is flirting with you a little and you give her the same attention. Mapi stands at the water station after training just as Ingrid’s interview wraps up, watching your hand rub up and down Ingrid’s arm.
Mapi bites the bullet and walks over, hand wrapped around Ingrid’s waist. She pulls Ingrid in for a kiss and Ingrid melts; you stand there awkwardly and scratch the back of your head.
“Mapi, it’s nice to meet you again,” you say, extending your hand out for her to shake.
“What brings you to Barcelona?” Mapi asks, shaking your hand but pulling you in for a hug.
“Work! I used to write for Madrid then I got a job in America for a while before transferring here.”
“Well, since we know each other and you seem to be getting along with my girlfriend so well, we’ll show you around!” Mapi insists, linking your arms together.
“Wait, I-I wouldn’t want to impose!” You say and step back, ready to help the crew pack up and go back to your hotel room.
“Nonsense,” Ingrid says, reaching out for your arm. “Give Mapi a minute to clean up and we can head for dinner!” Ingrid links her arms with yours and walks ahead of Mapi, the shorter woman smirking at all the possibilities dinner could bring.
Throughout dinner, Mapi and Ingrid take turns teasing you. Whether it was under the table of the family-owned restaurant or being extra careful of you by ordering for you and pulling your chair out.
Ingrid insists on paying for dinner, even when you try to go over to the counter and make the teenager behind the counter take your card.
“You’re new to our home, let us take care of you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before pulling you out the door.
Mapi takes your hand and drags you down the street to a private bar. You grin and walk in with Ingrid in tow, the loud music bringing back memories of that night you had with Mapi.
“Time to cash in on that promise, princesa. The first round is on you,” Mapi teases and tilts your head up to look at her at the bar, index finger tapping your nose. You buy drinks as promised, bringing them to both the girls who found a private corner of the bar to sit at. You sit at the end, sipping innocently on your minty gin. Mapi stands, downing her rum and coke in one swig before standing behind you. She caresses her hands down your arms, lips close to your ear.
“May I?” she asks softly. You nod, eyes locked onto Ingrid’s that are a similar dark-hooded shade. Mapi’s lips begin to kiss along your neck and shoulder, hands moving to your waist as she presses her front tight to your back.
“Come on, you must show Ingrid how well you move those hips hm?” Mapi encourages, helping you off the seat.
You follow them to the packed dancefloor, Ingrid instantly pulling you to her as Mapi stands behind her and holds her waist. In a split-second decision, you decide to let go and enjoy yourself. You dance with Ingrid and Mapi, the heat of the dancefloor bringing a light blush to all your faces. Ingrid, in a surprising turn of events, turns and begins to grind back on you despite only one drink.
You hesitate to touch her, eyes shooting up at Mapi who looks a little confused as to why you are still holding back. She suddenly pulls you into her and kisses you hard. You melt into her like Ingrid did earlier, the feeling of her lips on yours brings you back to her apartment where you last felt her. You pull away a little breathless, her lips just millimeters from yours.
“Don’t keep her waiting, pretty girl.”
You nod softly and pull Ingrid close, the tall Norwegian goes back to grinding on you. She’s a little buzzed, hips moving back on you beautifully. You too grab her hips and dance along with her, looking up to see Ingrid and Mapi making out lovingly.
You begin to kiss down Ingrid’s bare shoulder, nipping at her flesh to leave deep teeth marks. Your hands don’t stop caressing her, the two of them now noisily kissing each other when Ingrid pulls away with a loud smack.
“Need you,” she says to Mapi before she turns to you shaking her head, “No, want you.”
This time you take charge and pull them towards the private bathrooms at the end of the room. Ingrid was all over you the moment the door locked, eagerly on her knees while Mapi grabbed your face to kiss you. Ingrid pulled your jeans down, happily settled between your legs as she began to lap hungrily at your pussy.
Mapi kept your moans to a minimum, kissing you hard with her hand wrapped around your neck lightly. One hand held Ingrid’s head close, the other tangled in Mapi’s messy hair. She began to kiss down your neck, the music in the club becoming louder which gave you a bit of confidence to moan freely. Ingrid held your legs steady, tongue flicking over your clit fast and hard. Mapi pulled your shirt up and began to suck on your breasts hard. You moaned loudly without a care in the world, the feeling of one of them was the best fuck of your life and now to have the two of them take care of you was a dream come true.
Ingrid sucked hard on your clit, two long fingers slipping into your pussy before you felt Mapi’s lips leave your chest. Before you could open your eyes, she spanked your ass.
“Quédate quieto.”
You nod and listen, feeling her move around as your hips begin to almost ride Ingrid’s fingers. You feel her hands pull at your ass, tongue flat and warm against your second hole. You yelp and ride the sensations; Ingrid’s lips wrapped tight around your clit, her fingers pressed deep inside you, and Mapi’s tongue jabbing its way into your ass.
“Fuck…” you moan, hand reaching back to hold Mapi’s head closer as Ingrid’s fingers press harder against your sweet spot. You hunch over, pulling on Ingrid’s hair but she relents, sucking harder and harder on your clit.
“Ingrid, fuck…I’m close!” you squeak, thighs quivering as she slips a third finger inside your pussy. Mapi takes a bite of your ass and stands, holding you close and looking down over your shoulder at Ingrid at your feet.
“Seems familiar doesn’t it, pretty girl? She looks so gorgeous on her knees where she belongs no?”
Your eyes roll into your head when you remember her voice having the same lilt it had now when she said the same thing to you.
“Y-Yes! Fuck please, yes!”
Ingrid gives you one last come-hither flick inside you and you crash, thighs trembling as your orgasm ripples through you.
Mapi catches you and lets you crumble to the floor. You grab Ingrid’s face and kiss her passionately, moaning into her mouth when the taste of you floods your senses.
“Please take me home,” you beg, turning to look at a smug Mapi. She looks put together, and not someone who just ate your ass and pushed you toward a knee-buckling orgasm.
“You girls clean up, I’ll bring the car to the front.”
You sit in the back of the car with Ingrid, her lips on yours the whole short drive home.
“You’re right Mapi,” Ingrid starts, fingertips dancing over your features. “She is pretty.”
Mapi grins and winks at you in the rear-view mirror, before Ingrid turns your head back to look at her.
“Eyes on me, elskling,” she demands, not sounding as menacing as she wants. You raise your eyebrow at her and Mapi starts to laugh, parking the car and getting out.
Ingrid huffs and marches into the building herself, Mapi stops you before you can walk in.
“She’s a brat sometimes,” Mapi starts, hands in her pocket looking as cool as a cucumber.
“I can see that.”
“She’s been acting up lately, I think someone else being in charge should get her to behave.”
“You want me to”
“Just for a bit, while I watch of course,” she presses the button for the lift and you take a deep breath, there is a lingering hint of Ingrid’s perfume in the air. She must be upstairs already.
“Brat taming was not how I envisioned my evening going.”
“Surprised?”
“Tickled.”
Walking into Mapi and Ingrid’s beautiful apartment, she takes your hand and gently guides you to the bedroom where Ingrid lays naked on the bed spread eagle with her fingers plunged deep into her pussy.
You and Mapi stand over her, arms crossed in unison. Ingrid merely smiles and plays with her chest, her right hand busy between her legs.
“You were taking too long down there so I figured I’d sort myself out,” she whimpers, a third finger sliding into her wet pussy before she dramatically turns onto her knees and fingers herself that way. She moans into the mattress but stops when she doesn’t hear anyone berating her for being a brat.
Instead, she hears clothes falling to the ground, lips smacking softly and moans begging for more. She pulls her sticky fingers out of her pussy and turns back around, jaw dropped in shock when she sees you on your knees already sucking on Mapi’s strap.
She didn’t even notice Mapi grabbing it from the bedside drawer let alone giving you her spare one. You gag loudly and Ingrid takes notice of the silicone cock you’re sucking on; it’s the one she’s never been able to take.
“Good girl, princesa…” Mapi praises, running her fingers through your hair. She pulls a makeshift ponytail and fucks into your mouth, moaning loudly to put on a show for Ingrid. Ingrid shuffles over and pulls you away from Mapi, lips wrapped around Mapi’s cock. You both kneel in front of her, taking turns to suck her cock. She grins and goes with it, feeling the tension grow between you and Ingrid.
“On the bed, both of you,” Mapi says sternly, Ingrid scrambling onto the bed quickly. You follow her, stroking your cock which was much smaller than Mapi’s but was one that Ingrid took very easily.
Mapi pulled an office chair to the end of the bed, sitting back and relaxing. She lazily stroked her cock, before pointing at Ingrid.
“You will do as she says. Disobey her, you do not get my cock much less hers.”
Ingrid nods, looking at you and leaning in for a kiss. You kiss her back, slowly pushing her onto her back. Ingrid moves as you do, legs spread wide open like she did earlier. You kiss her messily, hands fondling her full breasts and supple skin.
“Mm, I’ve wanted to taste you since I saw you at Wolfsburg the first time.”
“You’ve waited that long, cariño?” Mapi asks in a bored tone, looking at her nails as she pulls a hangnail off.
“Sí, so long…” you whisper, sucking on Ingrid’s nipple. She whines and arches her back, hands pushing your hair out of your face as she squirms on the bed.
You kiss down her toned midfielder body, her abs prominent as she breathes heavier and heavier. You bite just over her hip, pressing her thighs wide open. You settle between her legs at the edge of the bed, tongue-mouthing eagerly at her sloppy folds.
“Fuck!” she moans, hands tangled in your hair as she tries to grind up into your mouth. You stop her and pin her down tighter, sucking harder at her clit as she begs for you to let her come.
“Already, Ingrid?” you tease, two fingers slipping into her easily.
“Yes…feels so good…” she begs, head thumping back on the mattress.
“Oh, I don’t own your orgasms, Ingrid. Mapi does, you should ask her,” you say amusedly, grinning at a smirking Mapi who leaned over with her elbows on her knees. You go back to fucking Ingrid, four fingers now deeply pressed into her open pussy as your lips suckle hard on her swollen clit.
“All you have to do is ask, mi amor,” Mapi teases, reaching over and tucking a loose strand of hair behind Ingrid’s ear. Her eyes fill with tears as the feeling of the stretch begins to course through her.
“Please, Mapi…” she whimpers, “I’ve been good.”
Mapi leans back into her menacing chair, hand on her chin like she’s thinking.
“Have you been good, Ingrid?” she asks, spinning around slowly. You’ve turned Ingrid onto her stomach, tongue lapping fast at her asshole as your fingers press up into her sweet spot. She grunts and begins to keen, lips begging Mapi to let her come.
“I don’t know, bebita. We’ve had a guest in our home and you’ve been a needy little slut the whole night. Should she come, princesa? Has our Norwegian whore been a good girl?”
“Hmm,” you begin, thumb circling over Ingrid’s clit as three fingers rub hard on her sweet spot. She’s trembling hard, fighting her impending orgasm the best she can.
“She did make me come in the club earlier, that was nice of her,” you say, kissing her belly button.
“She can come.”
Ingrid screams your name, back fully arching off the bed as the shocks course through her entire body. She pants hard and mutters a soft “Come here,” before capturing your lips in a tender kiss. You press your thigh between her legs and she cheekily grinds up into it, biting your lip.
Mapi stands and pulls you off her, wrenching open your jaw to spit into. It lands all over your mouth but in it before she leans in for a kiss. Ingrid reaches for the bottle of lube and spreads it all over Mapi’s cock, obediently awaiting more instructions.
Mapi gets on the bed behind Ingrid, kissing along her shoulder. You lean in and kiss her lips, caressing her thighs. The Norwegian can’t figure out who to focus on, her hands grabbing you to lace together.
Mapi pushes her forward, fingers rubbing tenderly over her folds. Ingrid becomes face to face with your cock, eagerly taking it in her mouth as Mapi slips her cock into Ingrid. She goes slow and adds more lube, knowing that Ingrid struggles to take this one.
To her surprise, Ingrid swallows it up with ease, moaning loudly around your cock as the thick silicone fills her aching pussy. Mapi thrusts slowly, getting her used to the stretch. Ingrid focuses on your cock, sucking on the much smaller appendage with practiced ease.
Mapi moans and reaches for you, leaning over Ingrid as her hips pound into her girlfriend. You cradle Ingrid’s head, leaning forward, and kiss Mapi. You hear Ingrid choke a couple of times, your hips gently nudging the toy down her throat. You pull away from Mapi and pull Ingrid off your cock, kissing her spit-soaked face.
“Fucking hell Ingrid, you’re such a whore for us huh? Love having two cocks fill your holes?”
“Not all my holes…” she says with a grin, a harsh smack on her ass resounding through the room.
“Basta, puta asquerosa,” Mapi looks up at you, hips never faltering even once. “Come here.”
You scoot over, grabbing the bottle of lube, knowing your next move before Mapi asks. She pulls out of Ingrid and helps her onto her side, two of your fingers slipping into her asshole. She whimpers, hips chasing the feeling eagerly.
“More, please,” she asks, knuckles white as she grips the sheets tight in pleasure.
You kiss along her side and ass, scissoring your fingers faster before pushing in a third. She grabs your wrist and guides your hand, your bicep cramping as you finger her asshole open enough to take your cock and Mapi’s at the same time.
“I can! Just hurry, please!” She squeals, hiking her leg up to her chest as Mapi adds more lube to her cock and yours. She slips in first, rubbing Ingrid’s thigh as you line yourself up with Ingrid’s ass.
You slip in and Ingrid moans long and loud, feeling overwhelmingly full and buzzed. You lean down and kiss her softly, the center-back smiling softly before nodding for you to move. Mapi starts slow, thrusting into her girlfriend before urging you to thrust on her upstroke. You alternate like a smooth machine, Ingrid babbling nonsense as raw pleasure surges through her petite body.
“Faster!” she screams, hips moving back on you and Mapi. You spank her ass and beckon your hips faster, kissing Mapi passionately as she also fucks into Ingrid faster.
The Norwegian comes with a scream of both your names, the sheer force of the orgasm pushing you both out of her as she quivers and squirms. You’re both beside her in an instant, straps abandoned somewhere in the room.
Ingrid smiles drunkenly, one hand cradling Mapi’s head behind her and the other petting your abs.
“I think I went to heaven,” she slurs before looking at you. “I wanted you too, you know. I saw you at the final against Lyon. Was too shy to say hi, but it was worth the wait.”
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the train ain't even left the station
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC
Rating: G
Word Count: 2K
Summary: request: "If you're up for it I'd love to see a small lil fic of Sebastian sending his child off to Hogwarts for the very first time! Like maybe Sebastian is telling them about his adventures with Ominis and MC to make the child less nervous or just letting them know how exciting things will be for them :)"
in the same 'verse as "it's a sign of the times" [AO3]
Sebastian sets her down and rests a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Not too good, alright? It’s worth breaking a few rules every now and then to make a friend, or do what’s right.”
“Like how you met Uncle Ominis and he showed you the Undercroft?” she says eagerly.
A few feet away, you look up sharply from where you’re hugging Simon goodbye. “Did she just say ‘Undercroft?’”
“No,” Sebastian and Anne-Marie say in unison.
September 1, 1910
Suspended overhead in the bustling terminal of King’s Cross Station is a massive clock. Every morning, hundreds of thousands of Londoners – both Muggles and wizards alike, though more often the former – pass underneath the clock as they hurry to catch their trains. Many will casually glance up to ensure they’re still on time as they make their way to work, school, or even the lucky few off on holiday.
As it happens, the first day of September brings countless students to the station on their way to boarding schools all over the U.K., meaning the station stays especially crowded well into the late morning. Worried mums and impatient dads all turn their eyes toward that clock, hoping their sprogs won’t be left on the platform on their very first day of school.
Just as the minute hand slides into place at the very bottom of the clock, a handsome young family emerges from a tiny waiting room positioned at the far end of the terminal.
Hundreds of Muggle men in their funny, black suits and odd little bowler hats have already walked right past the waiting room without sparing it a second glance. In fact, had any of them paused to do so, they would have read a small sign affixed to the door that simply read, “Out of Order.”
But inside that waiting room is a grand fireplace. Not just any fireplace, mind you – one that roared brilliantly twenty-four hours a day, never needs stoking, and, perhaps most importantly, spews out bright green flames.
Sebastian Sallow first exits the waiting room with a precarious cart loaded up with trunks, birdcages, and even some broomsticks of all things. If the Muggles passing by thought anything of the man’s rather odd collection of travel items, no one said a word.
He glances up at the clock and grins.
“Ten thirty,” he says confidently over his shoulder. “See? I told you we wouldn’t be late.”
Beside him is his young wife. Their smallest child, a boy just a few months shy of his fifth birthday, is dozing in her arms. Behind them are their oldest children, a pair of twins, chatting excitedly as they follow their parents toward the barricade between platforms nine and ten.
“Doesn’t it seem a bit redundant to Floo all the way down to London just to put the children on a train back to Scotland?” Sebastian mumbles as your family weaves its way through the flowing crowds.
“Perhaps, but all the children love riding the train,” you remind him fondly. “It’s a Hogwarts tradition, especially for the little ones.”
Having never had the chance to take the Hogwarts Express yourself, you find yourself mildly envious of your eldest children, both of whom will soon be taking their very first journey on the school’s scarlet red steamer train.
“Besides,” you add teasingly. “If I recall, you and Anne met Ominis on your first train ride to Hogwarts, correct?”
“Fine, I suppose you’ve got me there,” Sebastian relents with a soft smile. “I rather think this whole journey will have been worth it if the twins happen to make lifelong friends who save their lives several times over.”
“Do we have to?” your son Simon pipes up, sounding wary. “Because I packed a book I wanted to read.”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you and gives you a look that reads, He is your son through and through.
“Trying to prove you’re a Ravenclaw already, are you?” Sebastian teases him. “Just like your mum, you are.”
“I’m going to be a Slytherin like you, Daddy!” your daughter Anne-Marie chimes in proudly. “Even Auntie Anne said so!”
You and Sebastian exchange a fond, albeit exasperated look. Ever since Anne (and eventually Sebastian) had accepted the life-limiting curse placed upon her by Rookwood, she’d instead focused on honing types of magic that don’t drain her of her energy or cause her any more pain. She’d found comfort in Divination and has grown into a very powerful Seer, though she often uses her gift to rile up your children with premonitions of being spoiled rotten on their birthday or soundly beating the other village children in their broomstick races.
However, predicting that your mischievous little girl will end up in Slytherin is a fairly safe bet, you imagine.
“I won’t be the least bit surprised if that’s true,” Sebastian says warmly. “But just know your mother and I will love you all the same no matter which house you end up in.”
“Even Hufflepuff?” Simon asks nervously. “Ernest from the village says Hufflepuffs are boring.”
“Don’t forget your Auntie Poppy is a Hufflepuff,” you tease him. “She’s anything but boring!”
That seems to cheer Simon up a bit, but your sweet, slightly shy boy falls back beside you as you get closer to the platform barricade.
“Alright, my love?” you ask him softly.
He reaches for your free hand and squirms up tightly against your side. “It’s really big…”
You size up the high brick archway before you. To the naked eye, it appears as solid as rock, and despite Sebastian’s reassurances that it’s perfectly safe to run straight at it, you imagine you’d be intimidated as well if you were only eleven years old.
“Don’t worry, darling,” you reassure him. “Your father and I will come with you to the platform, you won’t have to go through alone.”
He nods wordlessly and you squeeze his hand. Ever her father’s girl, Anne-Marie takes Sebastian’s arm and the two of them push the wobbly luggage cart straight at the archway, and in the blink of an eye, they’ve vanished.
“See?” you murmur to Simon. “Not so scary, is it?”
With your youngest still propped against your hip, you and Simon walk toward the barricade at a slower pace. You glance around to make sure no Muggles are watching as you slip through the magical brick facade, and then in the blink of an eye you’re on a pack platform surrounded by wizarding families and children in bright, colorful robes.
“Over here!” Sebastian calls out, and you see that he’s pulled the cart right up to the train.
“Help each other with your trunks, just like that,” Sebastian says as Simon and Anne-Marie first carry the trunk marked with an “S.S.” aboard the carriage and then return for the other marked with an “A.M.S.”
Then they carry in their owls – both young tawny birds raised from hatchlings, a gift from their Aunt Poppy. Finally, they return for their brooms, which Sebastian knows for a fact they ought not to have as first years, but he hopes he can talk Headmaster Weasley into looking the other way once they arrive with the intent of trying out for their house Quidditch teams.
(Raising your children in a wizarding village had been quite an eye-opening experience for you. Your twins have been on broomsticks since they could walk, and over the years their godfather Ominis has insisted on making sure they always have the latest model – one for each, so they won’t squabble over sharing.)
You pull Anne-Marie in for a tight hug once the children finish unloading their cart.
“You’ve got everything you need?” you ask her, pretending your voice hasn’t gone thick with tears. “I’ve packed you both some sweets for the ride, remember to share with your new friends, and write to us as soon as you get back to your dormitories please–”
“Yes, Mum,” she says, somewhat impatiently. “We promise we will.”
Anne-Marie kisses her littlest brother goodbye on his chubby cheek, fondly brushing back some of those messy brown curls your husband had given him.
“Why don’t you let your father give you a hug goodbye, sweetheart?” you gently prompt her.
You expect you’re the only one who’s noticed that Sebastian’s eyes have gotten a bit wet as he’d watched his children load up their belongings on the train. Even though he’d likely try to deny it if you prodded him, he sincerely looks like he could use a hug.
As soon as Anne-Marie approaches him with her arms out, Sebastian scoops her up against his chest like he’d often done when she was much smaller – only now her legs nearly touch the floor, and soon he’ll only be able to sway her like this with her feet firmly planted on the ground.
“Have a great term, sweetheart,” he tells her softly. “I can’t wait to hear all about it – even the parts that’ll exasperate your mother.”
“I promise I’ll be good,” she says ruefully.
Sebastian sets her down and rests a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Not too good, alright? It’s worth breaking a few rules every now and then to make a friend, or do what’s right.”
“Like how you met Uncle Ominis and he showed you the Undercroft?” she says eagerly.
A few feet away, you look up sharply from where you’re hugging Simon goodbye. “Did she just say ‘Undercroft?’”
“No,” Sebastian and Anne-Marie say in unison.
You narrow your eyes suspiciously and decide to leave it be for now, but as soon as you turn away, Sebastian leans down and whispers, “Write to Uncle Ominis and ask him where to find it. It’s a Sallow’s rite of passage.”
“I will,” she says excitedly. “And I’ll bring Simon.”
“Good girl,” he says proudly.
Anne-Marie manages to free Simon from your weepy grasp so that Sebastian can also pull him in for one last hug, reassuring his son he’ll be proud of him no matter which house he eventually calls home. Then the two link arms as they make their way toward the train, climbing up the stairs behind a gaggle of redheaded children (whose surname you could likely guess on the first try).
They settle into a compartment halfway down the carriage. Anne-Marie eagerly presses her face against the glass and makes a silly face at Sebastian, which he delightedly returns. Simon waves goodbye as well and holds up the book he’d packed, showing it off as if to say, “See Mum? We’ll be just fine.”
With your groggy son in your arms and Sebastian’s arm around your shoulders, you watch as the train slowly starts to rumble down the tracks and into the brilliant September sunshine. It’s carrying your children ever closer to your home, and yet further away from you than they’ve ever been.
You hide a few tears against the lapel of Sebastian’s robes; he kindly wipes away the rest with a handkerchief and kisses the redness on your cheeks and nose until you’re smiling once more.
“They’re going to have an incredible year,” he whispers to you. “It’s Hogwarts.”
You simply nod, not trusting yourself to answer without a stray sob slipping out.
Dozens of parents begin to Apparate away from the tracks as soon as the train rounds the corner, but with your youngest, you’ll need to make your way back to the station’s Floo flames to get home safely. This time pushing an empty cart, the three of you slip back through the brick barricade.
“It sure will feel quiet when we get home,” Sebastian says a little sadly.
“We’ve still got the littlest one,” you say softly, cradling your sleeping boy’s cheek as he clings to you through his nap. “He’ll keep us on our toes enough as he gets older.”
“I suppose,” Sebastian sighs, still sounding morose even as he reaches over and gently strokes the back of his fingers down your singleton’s back.
Then he perks up and raises an eyebrow at you. “Or perhaps we could try for a fourth?”
You shoot him a withering glare. “Not on your life, Sebastian Sallow. We’ve just sent the twins off to school, I think that means we should actually get to enjoy some peace and quiet for once.”
(Though when your twins come home for the winter holidays with countless tales of their adventures with new friends and their pockets stuffed full of Zonko’s products, Sebastian gets to be the one to tell them they’ll have a new baby sister the following summer.)
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fic#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fic#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian x reader#sebastian x mc#anne sallow#ominis gaunt#IT'S AN OFF TO HOGWARTS KIDFIC TADA
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REQUEST TIME
Because of your beautiful, beautiful mind, this idea came up after reading your amazing Billy fic (Only worth living if somebody loving you).
How about a Billy who, as you showed, is turned on by taking care of his SO, but turned on so much that he cannot help but cum from this?
I know it'll be great, as the idea mostly came from you and the EYE CONTACT will break me.
thank you for this wonderful prompt, and for trusting me with it! In @myfandomprompts I believe!!!!!!!
Title: This Is My Idea of Fun
- part of the It’s All For You series but can be read as standalone
Pairing: Billy Washington x female reader
Summary: You've come back from a week long holiday with your friends, and your boyfriend Billy has missed you. He's missed taking care of you, touching you and tasting you, giving you everything you need. And in giving you everything you need, he finds his own satisfaction.
Cunnilingus, breast worship, nipple orgasm (female), hands-free orgasm (male), mild praise kink, pet names, established relationship, fluffy smut.
Rating: E
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: references to Lana Del Rey (this whole series is based on Video Games - the lyrics and the vibes. JUMPSCARE I GUESS)
Tag list: @sylasthegrim / @myfandomprompts/ @arcielee / @babyblue711 / i forget who else might want Billy tags <3
"Billy!"
He grins as he waits for you at Stansted arrivals with open arms, and you fly to him. "Hey!"
Catching you in his embrace, he peppers your face with kisses, not caring that you're feeling gross from your flight, not caring that you smell of the stale aeroplane air, not caring, not caring, not caring. Behind you, your friends meet their partners, too, although none are as welcomed so lovingly as you (not that it's a competition - but it still feels good).
"I missed you!"
His heart leaps when you say that, and he runs his fingers over your hair. "Hmm. I missed you too. Didn't know what to do with myself all week. God, you look good. Look at your tan!" The Mallorca sun has warmed your skin and left you glowing, and he kisses your forehead. "You wore sun cream, right?"
"Of course!" you laugh, batting away his worries. "Factor fifty, three times a day."
"Hmm. I'm not sure it counts if you're adding tanning oil on top of it."
"Shut up!"
He grins and grabs the handle of your suitcase, and although you protest, he takes the rucksack from your back, too. When you turn towards the train station within the airport, he grabs your hand. "Where you going?"
"Aren't we-?" you gesture to where your friends are meandering to head back to central London.
"Absolutely not. No public transport for my girl."
"For God's sake!" you laugh again. "It's only a half hour train! You didn't have to drive. Couldn't wait to get me alone, huh?"
Billy ducks his head but gives you a glance. "You joke, but..."
You shove him playfully. Leaving him for a moment, you hug your friends goodbye and promise to see them soon, and then you go back to him. Arm in arm, you walk out of the airport. It's only been a week away from him. But you're giddy being back with him.
After some convincing from your side, you'd agreed that you'd text every day, but not go into detail about what you're up to - that way, when you got home, you could tell him everything. At first, it made him nervous, but now that you're animatedly telling him everything as he drives down the M11, he's glad.
It's magic, seeing you like this. It's a beauty to listen to you talk about anything, let alone something that makes you so happy. He listens almost in a trance, and as he sits at a comfortable seventy-five in the outside lane, he rests his hand on your thigh. God, it's good to have you back.
By the time you've returned to the flat you rent together, you've told him all about your week-long holiday. Inside, it's clean and tidy, and on the living room windowsill is a fresh bouquet of lilac and lavender.
"Oh, Billy."
He smiles and kisses your temple. "Welcome home."
"Thank you."
You hug him for a long moment, just happy to be in his arms. But then his kisses move to your neck, and you squirm away. "No, stop. I need a shower. I feel gross."
Billy's nose scrunches as he beams at you. "Alright. Want me to unpack for you in the meantime?"
You think about telling him no, that he doesn't have to worry, but he strokes your cheek, and you're reminded how much he likes to take care of you, in his own way. "Could you?"
He nods.
"Thank you."
You take your time in the shower. You scrub every inch of yourself clean in an attempt to scourge travel from your skin and hair. By the time you've finished, Billy's unpacked your bags and stuck a wash on. It makes you feel all warm inside, the little gestures he performs that show he loves you. That you're his person to look after. You wrap yourself up in a towel and pad into the living room.
"All better?" he asks from where he's sitting on the sofa.
"Yeah. I need a proper brew, though. Want one?"
"Go on, then."
In the little kitchen, you pull out two mugs. They're ones you painted together on a date when you were still teenagers. He painted sprigs of lavender on his. It's what you smelled of on your first date. It's his favourite smell now, and your favourite flower. The memory makes you smile.
Strong arms encircle you as the kettle boils. A sharp chin finds its place on your bare shoulder. You put a tea bag in each mug, and a teaspoon of sugar in yours. Where Billy's mug has your signature lavender painted on it, yours has yours and his initials in a purple love heart.
"Shouldn't I be the one making you a drink?" he asks softly. His voice is low and smooth, every bit a comfort as a cup of tea.
"You've done plenty for me! But you can wash it up later, if it makes you feel better."
He laughs lowly, and kisses your neck. "Mmm. You smell nice now."
"Yeah, I didn't enjoy stinking of eau de Ryanair."
"Mm. Much better now. All clean. Just in time to make you dirty again."
You lean back against him as you cackle in delight. "That's a shit line, Billy! You'll have to try harder than that."
The kettle shakes as it comes to a loud boil, and you pour the hot water, followed by milk. The tea bags can stew for a few minutes.
"You want me to try different lines?"
"Hmm. Depends what lines you've got."
"I don't think I've got any."
You turn to face him and give him a smile. "You must have some. You know the right things to say in certain contexts."
He tilts his head down almost bashfully. "That's different."
"Yeah?"
"It's easy to say the right things when you're already half out your mind."
Heat flushes your cheeks, and you rest your hands on his shoulders to pull him down for a sweet kiss. "That's true. And you always know what to say then, anyway. How do you know what to say?"
Billy gently presses you back against the counter and places his hands on it either side of you. His gaze roams down your neck and to your exposed collarbones and shoulders. "Dunno. You just make me want to say them."
"Well, I'm glad that you do. You know, Sofia told us that Tom doesn't even talk during sex?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Sometimes she has to even beg him to go down. He doesn't like doing it that much."
Billy meets your gaze with surprise in his eyes. "Really? Tommy?"
You nod.
"Huh. Maybe I need to get better friends."
That makes you laugh. "You should give him some tips!"
"I dunno. You think I've got anything worth sharing?"
You swallow. Butterflies have burst into your stomach. Just talking about it makes your skin tingle. And it's been a week. A week away from Billy might as well be a year. Yeah, a holiday with friends was really nice, but it had its drawbacks. On the second night you had cried because you missed him. Of course, your friends had laughed and rolled their eyes, and you'd got yourself together quick, but- but Billy.
"Yeah. You're alright at it, I guess."
His smile is so sweet as he leans closer to you. He tilts his head down and cocks it slightly to the side. "Only alright?"
You lick your lips. "Well. It's a better way for you to use your mouth than trying shit chat up lines."
"Wouldn't you prefer it was that way round, though?"
You try - and fail - to bite back your laughter. You're still blushing. "Yeah... when you put it like that."
"I missed it while you were away, you know?"
"'It'?"
He kisses your lips softly, nipping ever so slightly. "Your taste."
The power he holds over you is unreasonable. When he pulls away, your breath is still held. "My...?"
He watches your face for a moment, and then grabs the cups behind you. "C'mon. Let's go sit down."
Where he goes, you so happily follow. Back in the living room, you sit on the sofa next to him and cradle the mug in your hands. You blow on the top of the tea, and take a sip. Mm. Tastes like home.
"So what did you do with yourself while I was away?"
Billy positions himself on the cushions so that he's close to you, facing you, his knee touching yours. "Work. Saw Lana."
"How is she?"
"Settling in, I think. Mum and Dad are happy she's home."
"Bit of a different climate to the Middle East, though." You smile.
He sips his drink, too, as his fingers ghost along your shoulder. "Hmm."
"How's work?"
He doesn't answer. But his expression is soft. His sweet blue eyes follow the line his finger traces on your skin, up the side of your neck, and then down to where the towel is still wrapped under your arms and over your body.
"Billy?"
"Work's fine."
Another sip. And then he leans in and kisses your throat. The tea makes his mouth hot, and it draws a quiet noise from you. "I'm so glad you're home."
"Me too."
As he kisses your throat again, you take another sip. It's sweet, refreshing, soul-warming. The tea is nice, too. You smile softly.
When Billy's fingers carefully tug the towel open, you let it fall with a certain amount of relief. Since you came out of the bathroom in it, you've wanted him to do this. To welcome you home properly. From the moment he gripped your thigh in the car, actually, your heart has been quicker.
"Give me your cup." He takes it from your fingers, half empty, and rests it next to yours on the table. Another intimate gesture, a sign of him taking care of you.
Your body is dry now, clean and smooth and fresh. He runs his hand over your stomach and up your side, and his thumb caresses the swell of your breast. The other hand turns your face by the chin to look at him. He smiles slightly. "Hey."
"Hey."
"I missed you."
It never gets old, hearing that. "I missed you, too."
He kisses your mouth again. You close your eyes, and give into him.
How beautiful it is when you give into him, he thinks. You're clay under his hands, ready to be moulded, shaped, turned into something divine with the help of his touch. How you part your lips when he guides you makes his heart leap. He sighs when your tongues meet lazily. It's a hot and wet pressure that sends bolts of lighting down his spine.
He could kiss you all day and all night and never get bored, never need more. You're so soft and pliant under him. How sacred it is, to be wanted like this. Billy keeps hold of your chin as you share deep kisses, while his other hand spreads fingers wide and caresses your side. After a long moment, he guides you to lie back on the sofa.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes against your cheek.
You laugh breathlessly. "Even with these tan lines?"
Smiling, he traces the line over the top of your breast. Your skin is so supple here. "Yes."
"They look stupid."
"Better than there being no tan lines at all."
"I'd never sunbathe topless."
Just the thought makes his arms tingle. It makes him bite gently against the shell of your ear. His breath is hot against it. "You'd better not. Your body is for my eyes only."
That earns a soft sigh from you. "Says who?"
It's a poor attempt on your part to tease and challenge him, but already it's under his control that you've fallen. "You. Every time you give yourself to me like this, it's a promise that you're mine."
"You don't own me." But your voice is gentle, your smile wide.
"No? Then why have you stopped breathing?"
It's satisfying how you gasp under his touch. He kisses you deeply a final time before his lips find a path down your skin. He follows the curve of your jaw and the slope of your neck, and at your collarbone, he leaves careful bites to the bone. Between your breasts, he presses his nose and breathes hard.
Across your lower back, he splays his fingers and lifts you up slightly. You arch closer to him, and he hums lowly at the grasp on his sandy hair.
"So beautiful." He can't help telling you again and again. "You're so beautiful."
You laugh softly. "Stop being so sweet." But your eyes are closed, he sees as he glances up, and you're preening at his words.
"You want me to be cruel?"
Again, you laugh. "Alright. You can keep being sweet."
"That's my girl."
Billy kisses the underside of your breast, and brings one hand to the other to carefully massage it. He bites the delicate skin here and there, and makes a pattern of kisses around your flesh. As he neglects your nipple, you feel your areolas tighten at the stimulation and anticipation.
"Please," you whisper.
"There's no rush," he soothes.
"But I want you."
He kisses your sternum harder than before. "I know, baby. Just relax. I'll take care of you."
You whimper quietly. He's doing everything right, except this time he's being slow about it. He drags his pretty lips down your stomach and you tense, but then he returns back up to your neck.
"Relax," he whispers.
You try to let the tension go, but it's difficult when anticipation is coursing through you. You open your eyes to see him looking down at you. Against your waist, his thumb runs soothing circles.
"Take deep breaths for me," Billy murmurs. As he leans over you, his short hair falls over his eyes, and it makes you smile. You stroke his face affectionately. You do as you're told.
"That's it. In, and out, nice and slow. Good job, baby. Just like that."
As the tension slowly melts away from your body, Billy is satisfied. Barely holding back his hunger, he returns his attention to your breasts. As you lie comfortably on the sofa, focusing on your breathing, he strokes up and down your sides, fingers ghosting along the swell of your breasts. Circles replace strokes, the tips of all four fingers trailing wide over your flesh.
When his touch glides over your pebbled areolas, you sigh and smile. The expression on your face makes his stomach tense. God, he could come from that alone.
"Does that feel nice?"
The deep breathing you've been practising has you finally relaxed and almost in a haze of desire now, and you nod. Words are out of your grasp, but you give him an encouraging hum. The anticipation no longer feels like a burden - now, it's just a promise.
"It feels nice for me, too." Closer and closer, Billy's fingers get to where you want them. And then, with a careful grasp around the bottom of your breast, he licks over your nipple. The stimulation makes you whimper and arch up. He runs the tip of his tongue around it, watching your face carefully for your reaction. Against your other breast, his fingers mirror the action of his mouth.
Billy blows cool air over where his tongue has been. He smiles when you toss your head to the side in response. After taking a long sip of warm tea, he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks. The heat and rush of blood is so good.
You try to rub your thighs together to relieve some of the tension, but his knees are between yours and you can't. Instead, as the tension at your chest makes your mind foggy, you clench and unclench, driving your pleasure higher.
He notices. He can read you. "Easy," he whispers. "Breathe." His eyes bear into yours, blue flame, and you nod, obeying him. He smiles. "Good girl."
Another whimper sounds in your throat. He rewards you with his mouth again.
"Oh, God," you sigh. "Yes. Please."
Not a single touch has drifted south of your navel yet, but that doesn't matter. The attention at your breasts is more than enough. Pleasure builds deep within your body at the touches Billy lavishes on you. Soon, your steady breaths are not so steady anymore. Your jaw is slack, your hands fists at your side.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
He pulls off your nipple only to latch onto your other one. His fingers replace his mouth quickly and between his finger and thumb he carefully twists and pulls on you. Teeth catch puckered skin, and the sensation sets your whole body aflame. It drives you higher and higher.
"P-please!"
His free hand is firm around your back and he holds you firmly in his strong arm. You're drunk on his attention, seeing stars, consumed by him, by your Billy. The attention on your nipples is everything you need, and it builds and builds and your vision blacks out, you lose all sense of the world, and, and-!
"Fuck! Fuck, Billy! Yes, yes-!"
"Good girl," he hisses with your nipple between his teeth. His eyes are fixed on your face. "Just like that, baby. You're doing so well-!"
"Oh, shit-!"
As your orgasm erupts within you, you swear and writhe, burning. You twist and turn and arch, pleasure washing over you and making you cry out. It's overwhelming. It rips through every cell until you're shaking and mewling.
Billy's attentions slow, and after a long moment of taking you through your long peak, he presses his forehead over your heart. Hands stroke your sides soothingly, down your hips and thighs, and back up to your arms.
Silence follows. It's only punctuated by your heavy breathing, his quiet noises of encouragement.
"That was so good," he praises softly. "You're so pretty when you come."
You sling an arm over your eyes, but laugh softly at the praise. With your orgasm, some tension has been relieved from your body, but the haze in your mind remains. "Billy..."
"You want more?"
With flushed cheeks, you nod.
"Where do you want me?"
You trace your skin and drag a long line down your chest, your stomach, your hip. You spread your thighs and rest one foot on the floor for balance. The other is thrown onto the back of the sofa.
Billy lets out a shaking breath. "Oh, baby. You're so generous. All for me?"
The arm that was over your eyes now reaches for him, and you hold his hand. Lacing your fingers together feels as intimate as anything else. The butterflies in your stomach take flight again. "You."
"I missed your taste so much." He slinks down your body and kneels in front of the sofa. Strong arms twist you so that your legs come to rest on his shoulders. "Look how ready you are for me. Oh, you're so pretty."
His mouth is watering at the sight of you. Glistening, swollen, hot. His toes curl.
"Please," you whisper.
"What do you want me to do, baby?"
The pet name makes your thighs twitch. You used to cringe when you heard people call their partners 'baby', but in the most intimate moments with Billy, it feels so right. You're his. "Your mouth."
"Should I use it for 'shit chat up lines'?" And despite the overwhelming desire that shrouds you both, he grins.
God, it's so pretty the way his lips pull up like that. It makes his eyes sparkle, brings out smile lines on his cheeks. He's so loveable. "No. The other thing."
"What other thing?"
"You know."
He kisses the inside of your knee where it rests on his shoulder. "I know. But I want to hear you say it."
You blush - you hear your heartbeat in your ears. You feel it rush between your legs. "Please, Billy. Eat me out."
He almost growls in relief. "God, you're such a good girl. Thank you for using your words for me."
The praise makes you whimper. He's so good at it.
Between your thighs, Billy bites his lip. And then he closes the distance, and he's home. There's no home without you, not really, and this is the hearth. Warmth, fire, comfort. He loves your soul - but it's your cunt he worships.
His fingers make a 'v' shape at the apex of your thighs to spread you wide for him. The sight of your swollen clit, red and wet, makes him groan quietly. He tilts your hips slightly and presses his tongue first to your entrance, and the briny saltness of your readiness makes his eyes close. Your taste. Your fucking taste.
"Look at me." Your voice floats in the air like a song. His eyes open quickly and meet yours. It sends bolts of pleasure through him to hold your gaze as he runs his tongue up your length. Beneath it, your pulse rushes. A testament to how much you need him. How desperate he makes you. It's a love letter, every beat.
His tongue is soft while he pries at your entrance. The nerves there are stimulated in response, and your stomach tenses and relaxes in a familiar rhythm. Like he did around your nipple, here, he circles in a steady pace until you're arching closer for something more. As he sucks on your soft folds, you throw your head back and whine.
"Billy," you moan. "That feels so fucking good."
You're rewarded with a long lick up to your bud. He can't resist ghosting his teeth over it, and when you squeal, he smiles against your cunt. Each time you glance down at him, you meet his gaze. He can't take his eyes off your face.
Between his legs, his cock is neglected and aching. There is no stimulation for him, no relief. But it's like he's sharing in your physical pleasure now. He applies pressure with the flat of his tongue to your clit and rubs it back and forth, and the pleasure that builds for you also does for him.
Then, he pulls back.
"Shit, Billy-!" You glance down at him, panting, and see how wet his chin and lips and nose are. It makes you proud. All for him.
He can't keep away from you for long, though. Only a few seconds of respite are given to you before his tongue finds its place back on you. You're so warm and silky against his mouth, it's heaven. So slick and wet, too, impossibly ready. Billy nods his head up and down - still holding your gaze like his life depends on it - and lets his tongue pry against your entrance. Just a little angle change, and his nose catches the underside of your clit.
"Yes!" you beg. "Just like that, right there!"
But he can do more for you. He can be better, always better. With your thick scent filling his nose, your salty taste filling his mouth, he nips at your folds and then finally, finally, seals his lips around your clit.
Stars pop in his eyes now, not just yours. His cheeks hollow out as he sucks on you. Arms clamp around your thighs, biceps straining to hold you fast. Your own hands bury into his sandy hair to stop him from moving, too. You're locked together, bodies and souls.
"Yes!" you encourage again. "Billy, I'm so close, I'm so close, keep going, please, pl-!"
His mouth fills with your taste, with his own saliva, and he keeps suckling on you. Pressure is building in your stomach and his, and your cries and moans and begs push him, push him, push him. It's too much, he'll crack soon, he can't last much longer, not with your own climax imminent-
"Billy! Billy! Oh my God, oh my God! Billy! Bill-"
The lips around your clit wrench an orgasm from you that makes you scream. Your knees tighten against his ears and your whole body shakes. It washes over you for five seconds, ten, fifteen-! Your throat is raw from the gutteral cries, your cunt is throbbing from the tension and release, tension and release.
And then Billy is moaning between your thighs. His blue eyes are fixed on yours. But they're blown wide, and his hands are trembling, and then his jaw is slack, and his whole body jerks once. You whimper when you realise what's happened. It's the hottest fucking thing you've ever seen.
He’s come just from eating you out alone. No touch, no stimulation. Just making you finish has him spilling in his fucking trousers.
After a while, you both go limp. He barely has the strength left to climb on top of you on the sofa, but somehow he manages.
Minutes go by. Your breathing steadies. It matches up. Your hearts beat in tandem.
Peace reigns in your home.
After a while - minutes, hours, who knows? - you return to your body. The weight of Billy on top of you helps. Your hands find their way back into his hair, and you slowly massage his scalp.
"Mmm."
You smile at the noise he makes. "You're brilliant. You know that, right?"
His face is tucked into your neck, sweaty and sticky. "For that?"
"For everything."
"Mmm?"
"Yeah. I mean, you're good at that." You laugh quietly. It makes him shake a little on top of you. "But everything else, too. You picked me up from the airport. You made sure the flat was spotless. You bought me lavender."
He kisses your neck softly. "This is all I think of."
"Mm?"
"It's you, all for you. Everything I do."
You pull him closer and smile, letting your eyes close in bliss. "You're my heaven."
Billy strokes your sides. "You're my home."
#Billy Washington x female reader#billy washington x reader#billy washington x you#billy washington#ewan mitchell#trigger point#mine#billy multi
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John Lennon reads the weather for Larry Kane as part of the Helping Hand Marathon on Channel 6 News in Philadelphia, 16th May 1975 (x)
"I told him that we were doing a Helping Hand Marathon at the radio station and at the television station where I worked, Channel 6 in Philadelphia at the time, and I said 'come on down'. And he said 'I'm gonna do it'. And I was so stunned to greet him at 30th Street Station, the main train station in Philadelphia, walking off an Amtrack train, with a little overnight, like a gym bag with him. And he was saying goodbye to everybody and he came out, he gave me a big hug, and I took him around town, talked about being more popular than he was, and all that business..."
"He did hours and hours from Friday through Sunday, on the air at this marathon. And then on Friday night, an amazing thing happened... John comes into the studio, and the weatherman was off that night, and John says 'can I do the weather?'."
"Now, it wasn't a great weather forecast, in fact I think we brought in somebody to do the weather after he was finished, I don't remember, but he was on set with me, and that weathercast brought thousands of people to the station over the weekend, because people said, 'he's really there!'... and you know what I found out? That in that weekend, John Lennon met more people one-on-one than at any time in his entire life, being shielded by security, and all the concerts and everything else. And he told me later, he said, 'you know I met more people individually'... he probably met a thousand or two thousand people up close, signed autographs, gave his socks away... they were pretty smelly socks, but he gave his socks away, they were red, white and blue socks... auctioned them off, gave pictures away, just had this great interaction with people"
"And it was such an up for him, because he had come off of the 'lost weekend', he had suffered tremendous alcohol abuse, May Pang had helped get him back on his feet, he was back with Yoko, she was pregnant, he was expecting a child, and this was his first real coming out, and it was just such a wonderful thing to see him enjoy that, and to see the people enjoy that... there are so many teenagers that I interviewed who are now forty- or fifty-somethings, who have great memories of that weekend."
Larry Kane
#your honour I love him#he’s such a silly little boy#also I can see his chest#he does seem very happy though#and always lovely to see larry again#congratulations to everyone who met him that weekend#particularly whoever got his smelly socks#hope you didn’t pay too much for them paul#john lennon#larry kane#1975#javelin's gifs
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author's note: very self-indulgent content alert!! anyway i wanted to put something out there since i haven't updated in a hot second [my fall semester just ended and i am truly exhausted, but most requests will be done by the end of the year!] please enjoy some roommate headcanons for these two
author's note 2: also i have a lot of thoughts about them so this is probably gonna be my first series [there's gonna be a separate category on my masterlist for them] and also also don't hesitate to send little thoughts in about them i'm so open to spitballing with you guys 💜
cw: nothing, just fluff!
word count: 1600+
John "Soap" Mactavish / GN!Reader / Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
John “Soap” MacTavish
♡ If you’re touch-starved, Soap has you absolutely covered. If you two are sitting on the couch, or at your dinner table, or you just need someone to be by your side, he’ll be ready and willing to have an arm around your shoulders to hold you close.
You frown as you look down at your phone, the screen bright in the darkness of the living room. The person you made plans with tonight was now completely ghosting you, so you were just here, sitting on your couch alone in the middle of the night.
Your phone plops down on the couch when you toss it away, a weird sense of relief coming to you when it disappears in the sea of blankets to your side. You didn’t want to wake Johnny or Kyle with the TV, but you end up flipping the screen on to put on something to drone out the feeling of being left on ‘sent.’
A good fifteen or twenty minutes pass before you’re finally starting to wind down just a smidge, but little did you know, a certain blue-eyed scot had been watching you quietly from the hallway. You jump when his hands meet your shoulders and massage them gently. “What’re you doin’ up, bonnie?” He asks, smiling when you look up to meet his eyes.
“No reason, really.” You pout, your gaze darting to your phone. It doesn’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t mention it when he sits down between you and the source of your worries. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes your shoulder, turning toward the TV. “You mentioned this show a few days ago, right?” He hums when you nod. “You wanna tell me about it?” You smile and nod again, settling into his side and you start to explain the premise to him.
♡ He’s the type of friend that makes all the plans for nights out (or in, depending on your preference), so expect him to be throwing out ideas for little get-togethers. He also knows your schedule very well because of this, which initially caught you off-guard when it first started happening.
♡ He is constantly doing the weirdest things around the apartment and there have been a number of times where you’ve walked in on him “trying out a new hobby,” one which would probably get all three of you evicted because of how needlessly dangerous it was. The one that you can very distinctly remember was his fascination with fire eating, which you quickly stopped for many, many reasons.
♡ Soap refuses to leave for a deployment without seeing you right before he leaves. He has to get his goodbye hug in, after all! Even with Gaz trying to drag him out so they’re not late, he’s gonna be sitting right there at the door until you get back home because it wouldn’t be fair to just leave without seeing them one more time before they were gone for a few weeks, if not more.
Kyle rubs a hand over his face and stares at Johnny, who’s leaning against the back of the couch and staring at the door expectantly. “Soap, we have to get to the station. The next train comes by in twenty minutes and it’s a fifteen minute walk,” he reminds Johnny for what felt like the thirtieth time.
“We’ll make it! Stop worrying so much,” Johnny says with a smile. “Plus, you know how I feel about leaving without saying ‘bye,’ Garrick.” Kyle rolls his eyes and takes another peek at the time on his phone screen.
After a few more minutes of waiting, the sound of the front door unlocking has Johnny perking up and standing up fully. The moment you enter the door, he’s already on you, pulling you into a big, tight hug. Your confused noise is muffled by his chest and you have to force yourself away a bit just to get a look at him. “Are you guys leaving?”
Johnny gives you an affirmative hum and pulls away, still holding your shoulders. “We’ll be back soon, though. Price said it would only be a couple weeks this time around, yeah?” He looks to Kyle who nods and walks over with his bag slung over his shoulder.
You smile as you look between the two of them, scooting to the side to set your things down and pull them both into a firm group hug. “You’d both better come back safe. I don’t want to get a call from your captain like last time, John.” You give him a scolding tone and he looks a little sheepish, but you cap your words off with a laugh, letting him bury his face into your shoulder with a grin. “We will, promise.”
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
♡ Gaz stays at your flat more than Soap does because he has less family obligations. So, more often than not, he’ll be coming back to you. That’s not to say he has no family, but he’s definitely not as close to them compared to Soap and his family.
You groan at the sound of your sweet little kitty, Albright, meowing up a storm in the living room. You turn over to his bedside table, picking up your phone. It was still three hours until Albright was supposed to be fed and you were supposed to get up and ready for work. Why the hell was he being so insanely loud?
You roll out of bed with a huff, pulling on your sleep shirt: a painfully oversized t-shirt you stole from Johnny a couple years ago. You don’t even bother putting any socks on before stepping onto the practically freezing hardwood floor, grimacing at the chill that traveled up your legs. Shaking your head, you leave your room and turn on the hallway light.
“Shit—did we wake you up?” The sound of Kyle’s voice made you jump right out of your skin, a yelp leaving your lips that was probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear. “Kyle, what is wrong with you?! You couldn’t have let me know you were gonna be back tonight?” You hiss. You roll your eyes when Kyle just shrugs and walks over to you with Albright purring in his arms. It was hard to be mad at a sight like that, with Kyle’s handsome face sporting a little guilty smile and the orange tabby cat making biscuits on his chest. “Sorry, love. I hope you’ll forgive us.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter with a poorly suppressed smile on your face. “Is Johnny with you?” Kyle shakes his head and lets Albright jump down from his hold. “He’s back in Scotland with his family.” You frown at that, crossing your arms. “That bastard.”
Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at that. He puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down a few times. “Next time, I’ll force him to come back. Don’t you worry.”
♡ He's an absolute menace when it comes to doing chores around the house. You and Soap insist that you want to help but he shuts you both down every time simply because he just likes cleaning and organizing and everything in between.
♡ Gaz is the type to stay on his military schedule even off-base, so he’s often awake before both you and Soap. He definitely takes advantage of it, too; you get up and ready for work and he’ll already have all your things together and a quick, healthy breakfast to take with you. All the while, he’s sitting on the couch invested in the little show he’s been meaning to catch up on, as though he hadn’t done anything at all.
♡ Even before moving in with Gaz, you would swear he had some kind of sixth sense for knowing when you or Soap weren’t feeling great. The both of you could think that you were hiding it decently well but Gaz would be there to prove you wrong 99% of the time, the other 1% being when he wasn’t around at all. He’ll always be doing the little things to make sure you know he’s there for you, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t work.
The first thing you notice when you get into your bedroom is the mass of folded laundry on your bed, the laundry that you had been planning on taking care of for a few days now but never got around to. Your various life obligations had been getting tiresome, so you were coming home exhausted every day and immediately going to bed after Kyle and Johnny basically forced you to get some food in your system.
The second thing you notice is your thermos sitting neatly on your desk with a post-it note attached to the lid. You look at it, confused, and pick it up with a tilt of your head. You smile gleefully when you read, in Kyle’s handwriting, ‘Made your favorite, drink up!’ with a little smiley face and a heart next to the words.
With a happy sigh, you open it up and take a sip of your favorite warm drink, perfectly made just to your liking. A couple knocks on your door snap you back to reality. “Come in!” You call, you smile widening when Kyle’s face greets you on the other side. You meet him halfway and he gives you a short but sweet side hug, his head resting on top of yours.
“How was work, love?” He pulls away to get a good look at you. You look a bit disheveled to be frank, but at least your smile was reaching your eyes, a wonderful sight to be sure. You give him a non-committal hum, and he nods, taking hold of your wrist. “C’mon, let’s get food. We’re ordering out tonight, what do you want to get?” You let him pull you to the living room and he lets you rattle off the food you were looking forward to.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Bloody Pardon 4
Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> Yourself and Lockwood finally return home and it's time for Violet and June to leave, but will you tell Lockwood before it's too late?
Disclaimer: Sorry if there are any plot holes, it's been a while since I've updated. Mostly fluff, mentions of blackmail and denial. This is the final part.
By the time you all arrived home, the smell of George’s cooking wafted through the kitchen.
He was home.
“Good, you’re back! Try this.”
Lockwood had just managed to help you get your coat off before George shoved his cooking spoon into your face and fed you the tasty, albeit burning hot soup.
“Does it need more Thyme? I think it needs more Thyme but I can’t find it on the shelves.”
“I’ll help you find it.”
Lockwood and George disappeared with Violet hot on their tail leaving just you and June alone in the hallway.
“That was very romantic.”
“June, please.”
“No, no. I’m not saying anything.” June held up her hands before walking away. “Just tell him.”
You sighed as she made her way into the kitchen, ready to follow her only to be greeted by Kipps at the living room door.
“Tell who what?”
“Nothing.”
“No, no. Come on, tell me.”
“It’s nothing, honestly.”
“Is this about you and Lockwood?”
You whipped around to find Lucy stood behind you with a Digestive in her hand, half eaten.
“Oh my, god. It is.” Kipps replied, spotting the look on your face.
Fake denial.
“Please, can both of you just drop it?”
“Drop what?”
You whipped around again, this time facing the kitchen where Lockwood was now standing behind you.
“Oh, nothing Tony.” Kipps answered for you. “Just gossip, that’s all.”
“About what?”
Lockwood mainly tried to look to you for answers, but you weren’t for giving them up. Just like the night before.
You had the same look.
You were hiding something he desperately wanted to know, but he knew you well enough to know you’d just breeze past it and never mention it again.
And so you did.
“Is George almost finished? I’m famished.”
Breezing past Lockwood, you entered the kitchen where you found Violet trying to carry a stack of plates over to the table.
“Oh, here, let me do that.”
“Oh, please, dear. Let me help. You and my Anthony have been so kind. At least let me set the table. Or else, you’ll make me feel like an old woman. I can still do the Quickstep as quickly as I could when I was your age.”
“I’m sure you can, Aunt Vi.” Lockwood appeared by the door again.
“Don’t mock me, boy.”
“I never would.” Lockwood appeared genuine.
Dinner went smoothly and before you knew it, it was time for Violet and June to head home.
George said his ‘goodbye’ before he left to go to the Archives to search up for the next case and both Lucy and Kipps came with Lockwood and yourself to drop them off at the train station.
Of course, Aunt Vi hugged everyone telling them all to keep in touch and June made her own version of goodbye to everyone before she pulled you aside.
“Tell him. If not for yourself, then for him. That boy…every time he looks at you he looks like he’s about to explode. Tell him. Tell him before it’s too late and he tries to…i don’t know…’move on’. You and I both know, deep down, that wouldn’t work for either of you. You’d both be too miserable without one another.”
“June-”
“No.” June said, firmly. “No. You tell him, or I tell Vi the whole truth. In about a month, she’ll be expecting an update on your marriage. Now, that divorce lawyer is drawing up the papers for you to sign a week on Monday. That gives you two weeks to tell him the truth and I expect a letter and a real wedding photo from the both of you. If I don’t, I will go to Vi.”
“Isn’t that Blackmail?”
“Perhaps, but it’s for both of your wellbeing. And, besides, who’s gonna lock an old lady like me up. I’ll break out within a day. They wouldn’t find me until I wanted to be found.”
You couldn’t help but show a smile.
“Two weeks.” June warned you. “That’s all you’re getting. Now, go back to your husband and tell him how you really feel about him.”
You nodded, unsure on what else to do.
“Oh, here she is.” Violet hugged you so tight, you couldn’t do anything else but hug her back. It was the kind of hug you still felt after she let go.
“Oh, I’m just so happy for the both of you. Anthony, I haven’t seen you smile like this in ages.”
“What can I say? She makes me happy.”
“You suit one another. Don’t they, June? Don’t they just suit one another?”
“Like a bride and groom on top of a wedding cake.”
You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as Lockwood placed an arm around your waist and held you closer to him.
Ten minutes later, they were both on the train headed home. Meanwhile, Kipps and Lucy had decided to go on a day out, picking a random time and getting on that train.
This meant you and Lockwood were left alone.
Together.
On the way back, you both remembered that it was food shopping day. George had given you both a list of things to pick up on your way back. So, hopping into his car, Lockwood drove to the main supermarket where you both grabbed all the items George said he needed, plus some extra before driving home.
As winter drew in, closer and closer, the sky got darker earlier and George called ahead. A family emergency had come up and he was heading home. In fact, he was already at the train station.
Then, twenty minutes later, Lucy called.
Herself and Kipps were going to stay the night and get the train back in the morning.
So you and Lockwood were left alone.
Together.
Again.
By 6 o’clock in the evening, you and Anthony had eaten dinner and you were preparing the fire as he finished up some research on the current case.
Only, as the fire started producing heat and warming up the house, you popped in a VHS tape of Christmas in Connecticut. It had been right at the very back of the collection - it probably hadn’t seen the light of day since it was first played.
The Title Credits began to roll just as Lockwood entered.
“Can we talk?”
“About what?”
“About…the last couple of days.”
You went to speak as you stood up but Lockwood hurried forward to stand in front of you, in the hopes you would remain standing in your place and not leave the room.
“Please. Just…I feel like I’ve been going crazy. I understand this whole thing is completely unconventional. I mean, most people start out with a first date and we just jumped straight to the wedding.”
“You’re idea, might I add. Even that we didn’t do.”
Lockwood cracked a smile for a moment but he didn’t want you to try and divert what he was going to ask.
“I just…I want to ask you a question.”
“Okay.”
“And I want you to answer it. Truthfully.” Lockwood clarified. “And I don’t want you to divert or try to run away from me. At least for the next five minutes,” he added when he saw your eyes flick to the hallway.
“Okay,” you eventually agreed.
“The other night, you told me you could barely lie to yourself. What did you mean by that?”
“Tony…”
“Please.” The warmth of the fire reflected itself in Lockwood’s eyes as he pleaded with you. “Please…I just need to know.”
You tried your hardest to shut off the memories of June and her Blackmail.
Two Weeks.
Two weeks you had, to tell him the truth.
“You really don’t want to, Tony. Please, can we just forget I ever said it?”
“No.”
He surprised you. You knew he could be stubborn, but it was rare he pushed this hard on a subject with you.
“What Aunt Vi said before. What I said before, about being happy. I meant it. Every word. And everything I told Aunt Vi and June about watching George teach you to dance…I meant every word.” Lockwood told you before taking your hand in his.
You didn’t know what to say.
What would you say?
What could you say?
“If you meant it in the way I think…I hope you meant…please,” Lockwood said, adding your name. “I just need to know.”
“Tony.”
“Please.”
Taking a breath, you tried to find the courage to look at him, though your eyes seemed to dart elsewhere every now and again.
“I…what do you want me to say? That these last couple of days have confused me more than ever? That I can’t wrap my head around what’s real and what not? Tony, before I found out you and I are married, it was clear. Everything was clear. I knew what my feelings were for you, I knew what I could keep from everyone, including myself. But now…now I can’t even do that. I know I have feelings for you, Tony. But that doesn’t matter. Because not only are you my friend, but we also work together. Any feelings that I tried to convince myself aren’t real…they won’t stop feeling real.”
“Do you have feelings for me?”
You went silent, looking to his hand that grasped onto yours.
“Because I’m in love with you and I need to know if you feel the same.”
Looking him in the eye, Anthony got the confirmation he needed.
“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you dancing with George. And, even though the whole marriage thing was accidental, I can’t lie…it took everything in me to not go against calling the lawyer. And when I was dancing with you in the square…it was like everything I had wished for.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?”
“We’ve stuck together this long, even before we got married.”
You cracked a smile and laughed, “Yeah, that’s true.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“A yes to what?”
Trying to hide his smile, Lockwood kept hold of your hand before lowering himself onto one knee.
Saying your full name, along with his surname, which sent butterflies-in-a-tornado all around your stomach, Anthony Lockwood asked you;
“Will you stay married to me for as long as you love me?”
You smiled, “Yes, Tony. I will remain married to you.”
With a grand smile, Tony stood and kissed you, pulling you in closer than ever.
After a moment, the back of your legs hit the sofa and he lowered you down carefully before quickly joining you, the kiss breaking just enough for the both of you to catch a breath.
A week later, June received a professional wedding photo of both you and Anthony in the back garden where Lucy had decorated the place in fairy lights and different whimsical pieces that made the entire day feel like it was plucked out of a book.
On that same morning of you preparing her letter, Lockwood came into the study, wrapping his arms around your shoulders before kissing your cheek and resting his head on yours.
“What are you doing?”
“Sending June confirmation that her Blackmail worked.”
“What?”
“She knew. She knew the whole thing was fake, well…kinda.”
“I beg your bloody pardon?”
You laughed a little at his reply before watching him pull up a seat to be next to you. “She knew. The second morning she was here, I found her in the kitchen. She knew about the whole thing. But she knew I loved you. And she knew you loved me.”
“And the blackmail?”
“I had two weeks to tell you the truth, or else she’d tell Violet.”
“Wow. I knew she could be tough but I’d have thought she would have drawn the line at blackmail.”
“And now I’m sending her confirmation.”
“Okay.” Lockwood kissed you twice before standing up. “Cup of tea and some toast.”
“Love some.”
“Okay.” Lockwood smiled before coming back and kissing you once again.
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Drunk Tank: One Shot
Pairings: Loki X Reader
Warnings: Language, fluff, smut
Summary: Loki goes out and has a little too much fun.
Your phone is ringing.
You open one eye and check the time.
2:00 AM
You look at your phone. Unknown number.
Nope.
You hit ignore and go to back to sleep.
Again you hear your ring tone.
Unknown number.
Send to voicemail.
You wait a moment. You see the notification letting you know that a voicemail had been left so you grab your phone and turn it on speaker.
“Good morning Ms. y/l/n, this is officer Morris from precinct 74, we have a person by the name of Harold Zidler here in our custody. He is currently in our drunk tank sobering up but he gave your name and number as an emergency contact. If you could give us a call back or come down to the station so we could release him to your custody we would greatly appreciate it.”
You start to laugh. Hysterically.
Harold Zidler was the alias you gave Loki to use in moments like this when he couldn’t give people his real name. It was a way he could cause some mischief in secret and if he ever got caught he would use that to not alert Shield. He doesn’t know where the name comes from and you prefer it that way, you can cause a little mischief of your own too….
A drunk tank though? That’s a new one.
You get up and get dressed, discreetly making your way out of your room in the tower. You creep through the empty halls, everyone either asleep or on a mission.
You don’t bother using a car, the precinct is only a train stop away and you didn’t want to alert anyone by using one of Shields cars.
You can’t help but laugh to yourself on the train, what has he gotten himself into?
You arrive at the precinct and you walk inside up to the front desk.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up my boyfriend Harold Zidler, you guys called me to come get him”, you inform the officer.
“Oh thank God. Mike! Mike! That lady is here to pick up the drunk tank magician!”.
“Drunk tank magician?” You ask the officer.
“Yea your friend has been keeping everyone in the cell entertained for the last hour with his tricks. Driving us crazy.”
As you were about to ask more questions, another officer, you’re assuming Mike, brings out Loki.
“Darling! Darling! Over here!” He’s waving at you..waving..Loki is waving.
You slowly hold up your hand and wave back..
“I am so happy to see you!” He runs over and gives you a big hug with a big goofy smile on his face.
You pat him on the back, “hey you…you ok?” You ask him.
“Oh yes darling! I’ve had so much fun! I was showing Mop over there….”
“Mike man! My name is Mike…” the cop who had the pleasure of guarding Loki corrected.
“Oh yes, forgive me, Mike over there, I was showing him some of my magic..” he leans in close.. “Don’t worry darling, nothing too revealing I assure you…don’t want the cavalry coming to lock me away again….” You slap your hand over his mouth because he thinks he’s whispering but really he’s just talking at full volume.
“Hokayy!! Do I need to sign anything or can we just go?”
“Ma’am please just get him out of here, we just want to forget we ever picked him up in the first place. Just keep a closer eye on him and the drinking will ya?”
“Will do! Thanks again..and sorry about…whatever the hell he did here.” You drag him out of the precinct. He waved goodbye to his new friends as we walked out.
You get him on the train and sit him down, you look over at him and he’s just bobbing his head with the music playing in the background with a silly smile on his face.
“Loki.” He looks at you, “yes darling?” He happily responds.
“What happened? How did you get this drunk?” You ask him, you’re dying to know how he got in this condition. There’s no way he got this drunk drinking the alcohol from Earth…
“Thor and I were at one of those establishments with the long table and the drinks and the people serving the drinks at the long table and there were people sitting…or standing at tables ALLLL around the long table with the barmaid serving the drinks and there were OTHER bar people serving drinks with them…” he was rambling, it would be cute if you weren’t so curious about how he got this drunk.
“Ok, so you were at a bar with Thor, what were you drinking exactly?”
“Well Thor and I were ordering from the bar people and their spirits tasted like water so I conjured some Asgardian ale….and then some wine….and then some ale again…”
Ok so that answers the how drunk question, now on to the other question..
“Where’s Thor?”
“Oh, Heimdall called for him about some business in Asgard, not an emergency just something stupid I’m sure…but he left and was taken up up up and awayyyy by the Bifrost…so I stayed a little longer and drank a little more.”
“What did you do to get yourself arrested?”
“Oh nothing serious darling, just some harmless pranks, but I got to meet Mop out of it! And….burp….I got to see you my darling girl!”
He was so drunk. At least he is safe and we’ll be at the tower soon where you can get him watered, fed, showered and to bed.
You make it back to the tower and try and drag a stumbling Loki through the hallways without running in to anyone. Luckily you made it to your suite where you got Loki settled on the island while you got him some water and you made him a sandwich.
As you’re getting his food prepared he’s staring at you, his fist under his chin with that same silly smile he’s maintained all night.
“I love you my darling girl”
You look up and smile, “I love you too baby, you feeling ok?”
“Yes, I just…I just wanted you to know that..I don’t feel like I say it enough to you.”
You keep giving him that same kind smile, “you’re adorable when you’re drunk you know that?”
He eats his sandwich and drinks his water, you get him to the bathroom to shower..
“Care to join me darling? He wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You giggle, “no my love, I’ll be outside the door if you need me for anything.”
“Oh I’ll need you for something..” he winks at you.
You roll your eyes and you close the door leaving him to it. After a little while he comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and a towel around his waist looking…..exhausted.
“Tired baby?” You ask him, and by the look of him you already know the answer.
He wordlessly nods his head and rubs his eyes, poor baby. You take his hand and get him to bed where he falls asleep almost instantly. You get yourself ready for bed, get some water that you have a feeling he’s going to be wanting as soon as he wakes up and leave it by his bed side.
You kiss his forehead, “goodnight drunky”. You shut off the light and go to sleep.
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You wake up to the feeling of a wet tongue on your pussy.
“Oh…good morning to you Harold..”
Loki stops his ministrations and looks up at you from his position by your heated core, “my darling, forgive me for last night, I haven’t had Asgardian ale in quite some time..”
“There’s nothing to forgive baby, but if you insist on apologizing you’re off to a great start..”
“Well then, if you’ll allow me to continue…” he’s looking at you with so much heat in his eyes its almost like the furnace turned on in your room you were so hot.
“Please…” you whine.
He starts off slow, licking and sucking, building up a rhythm that had you screaming his name. He would bring you to the brink and then stop, over and over and over again until you were a sweating mess on the bed. Finally he has mercy on you and lets you cum, his name falling from your lips.
He flips you over so you are on your stomach and he starts to massage your back, he continues until your body feels like jello. Then he starts trailing kisses down the center of your back and then he licks you from your lower back up to your neck where he bites you. It’s gentle at first and then you feel his hard member pressing into you, when he breeches you he bites down a little harder and sucks. You cum again from the combination of pleasure and pain.
He starts to slowly circle his hips, giving you sweet kisses on your neck, brushing the hair out of your face so he can see it as you moan in pleasure.
He changes positions a bit and gets you up on your hands and knees driving himself into you at a punishing pace. A moment after that he takes his hand and pushes your upper body down so your head is laying on the mattress with your hips still in the air.
“Oh god..Loki…I can’t.” You’re begging him for something but you’re not sure what, you definitely don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop. You want to feel this everyday for the rest of your life.
“Yes you can…You’re going to…” he grunts, reaching around you to rub his fingers on your swollen clit.
“One more time my love…give me one more..and I’ll follow you to Valhalla..” now its his turn to beg.
You cum harder than you have ever cum in your life, you don’t even notice Loki chanting your name behind you. All you can feel is wave after wave of pleasure and then the warmth of Loki’s essence pouring into you, loving the feeling of it dripping down your leg.
Loki falls on top of you but manages to hold himself up slightly so he doesn’t crush you.
The room, once filled with the sound of moans, screams and sex, was silent except for the heavy breathing you are both doing.
“Thank you for last night my love, I’m sorry again.” He says almost bashfully.
“It’s ok, you’re kinda cute when you’re drunk.” You wink at him.
“Kinda?” He jokes with you and tickles your sides. The room now being filled with a different kind of screaming.
The end.
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DUMBLEDORE'S HIER (part 1)
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader!
Summary: a painful goodbye to the one person he let's his guard down in front of, but little does he know what she has planned up her sleeves.
Standing next to the Malfoys at the train station, you and Narcissa listed all the things that the ferret boy could have forgotten ensuring he was prepared for the year. He nodded along assuring his mother and his girlfriend that he did indeed pack everything he could. Not like he has to worry if he needed something ever, he knew he'd have it.
"alright Draco you better head in. Be good." With that the cold strict man walked away from his family.mrs Malfoy also squeezed the blonde in a hug giving her best wishes and swiftly backing off.
The tall boy turned to you immediately burying his face into your shoulders trying to hide his teary eyes knowing it was of no use. You held his face between your palms and softly placed your lips on top of his, he immediately responded while the tears he tried to hold slipped away.
You pulled back wipping his tears "Take care of yourself for me, hmm?"
Not being able to reply the boy instantly pulled you into another kiss and placed a kiss on your forehead once you pulled away. With that he turned and walked away into the train knowing one more look at you and he wouldn't be able to go, but he had to, his father would be very unhappy and disappointed if he didn't.
Turning around you faced Mrs Malfoy with your own eyes filled with tears, causing her to chuckle
"silly girl, you'll see him again today"
"I know but I hate seeing him so upset"
"it's okay darling, you'll make up for it when he sees you adorned in your Hogwarts robes"
Giggling, you along with Narcissa made your way to Lucius and Dobby, who held your luggage. Soon bidding goodbye to the Malfoys you made your way to the train making sure Draco didn't spot you
"take care of my Draco for me" Mrs Malfoy whispered to herself
"she will." Said Lucius who had been standing back watching the scene unfold, having never seen his son so vulnerable for anyone ever.
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Millie Bright x Reader
Part Two: Triggered
Posted 28/05/23, Edited 27/06/23
Millie held your hand between hers throughout the entirety of the game, only breaking apart when England scored or to top up your tea. The game ended with a win and despite the beginning of the day, you had had a good night. Standing up and unzipping the coat to return it to her she abruptly stopped you. “It’s okay wear it home, it’s gotten cold now” her voice a lot softer than a few hours ago and certainly more bubbly than earlier in the evening. “I can’t do that this is part of your kit” still trying to take it off. “Well I can’t let you walk home cold can I” she shrugged jokingly like her hands were tied. “Well you could, I’m the one who was silly enough not to bring a coat” you assured her. “I’m used to it though, I’m a hot bod” you smirked at her, she was right in more ways than one. “I guess, you are always in short sleeves when you play” you sighed, finally accepting the gesture and zipping the coat back up. “You notice that?” she quizzed you, “it’s not hard to tell who has long sleeves on and you never do” you laughed at the obvious as she asked if she could walk you out. You said you don’t need babysitting and suggested she go and see her team. “I wasn’t implying that you need babysitting, I just wanted to make sure you’d get home okay” trying to justify her intentions. “Well I won’t be home for at least another two hours yet so you’d be waiting a long time” you laughed. “Two hours?! I assumed you lived near Mack” her face shocked that you have to travel so far. You asked how she knows your friends and questioned why he has never mentioned her to you before. Turns out her mum knows his mum from grass roots and she very rarely pops by, the game just happened to have been played near their house and Mack hadn’t seen her since he was a child. “I’m sorry I made tonight tough for you”she said resting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, nothing a tea can’t fix” you’d had a good night and knew why you were triggered and was able to get over it quickly with help from the blonde. “No it’s not okay, I should be more aware of how my words and actions affect people” looking down at the ground embarrassed. “It’s not your job to accommodate me” you said bluntly still feeling like she’s babying you. “We’re heading out, are you coming?” Mack called over interrupting your conversation. “Yeah I’m coming!” you shouted back to him. You thanked her again for the coat and insisted you wouldn’t need it as you’ll be sat on a train, trying one last time to return the offering but once again she stopped you. “Can I drive you home?” This girl just doesn’t give up! You had to put your foot down and raised your eyebrow in a disappointed fashion “okay! You don’t need babysitting, I get it! Keep the coat though please” she smiled sweetly. You rolled your eyes and reluctantly agreed to keep her from continuing to fuss. Holding her arms out to initiate a hug, you hesitated but hugged goodbye quickly when she called you out for leaving her hanging then made your way to the station.
On your second train of the night you were now half way home with an hour to go when your phone pinged.
“Did you get home safe?”
“It’s Millie by the way”
“I asked Mack’s mum to send me your number 🙊”
3 messages came through immediately one after the other.
“Good job you’re a footballer cause you can’t count!” you replied sarcastically “two hour journey I said, not one!” Sending a selfie of yourself, hood up earphones in and very obviously still on a train.
M - “Wish you had just let me take you home, you’d have been in bed by now”
Y - “Still babysitting are we?”
M - “No just checking this cute girl I met tonight is safe, that’s all 🙂”
You struggled not to spit out your drink as you read the last one then stumbled over how to reply. Was she seriously flirting with you right now? You settled for a funny ugly faced selfie with “cute you say? 😂” to gauge if she really was flirting or just being kind.
M - “Don’t ruin your pretty lil face please”
M - “Although if any creep comes and sits near you that face will make them run a mile 🤣”
Y - “Didn’t work on you though did it 😉”
M - “Cheeky! 😳”
M - “Sorry again about tonight”
Y - “You’re gonna have something to actually be sorry about soon if you don’t stop!”
Y - “Honestly it’s okay, your actions after I told you speak louder than your ones before”
M - “That’s a nice thing to say”
Y - “Yeah you’re not used to that are you!”
M - “Shut ittt! What ya listening to?”
Y - “Nothing, I just put them in so no one talks to me, I need to hear the station announcements otherwise I get distracted and miss my stop 🙃”
With that she tried to FaceTime you but assuming it was a mistake you didn’t answer.
M - “You ignoring me now?”
Y - “Assumed it was a butt dial 🤷🏻♀️”
M - “No I wanna see your face”
Y - “I’ve already sent you a photo!”
Your message had barely been delivered when she called you again, staring at your phone for a while before reluctantly answering. You wanted to be left alone to process the day and unwind from the overstimulation you had endured for hours but here you were FaceTiming with Millie Bright. What a mad day! “You don’t give up easily do you?“ was your opening line, “not when I want something, no” she smiled from the other side of the phone. Giving her a stern look with a raised brow you really didn’t know how to take her. What you did know is that her cheeky smile made you feel warm inside. It was either that or her massive coat still wrapped around you. She asked how long until your station and set a timer so you didn’t miss it which you secretly thought was adorable. “For someone who didn’t want my coat, you’re still wearing it” she teased, rolling your eyes as you leant your head on the window. She asked you where home was and said again that she would have driven you as she lives near by, you replied cheekily that your mum told you not to get into a car with a stranger. “Strangers are we?” her voice turned high pitch and excitable, “we’re hardly anything other!” you hit back. Millie wanted to change that and asked you to tell her about yourself, explaining that you’re exhausted you suggested she go first as your blinking slowed, you barely had the energy to stay awake let alone make small talk.
“Okayyy... I’m Millie, 29 years old” you were surprised at her age as she seemed a lot older which she jokingly took offence to. You exchanged birthdays, star signs and talked about family - something that means a lot to the both of you. “I’m a footballer, as you know” pulling a 💁🏼♀️ face, “oh are you? I didn’t know that! I did wonder how you got this coat” you said popping the hood sarcastically. “Can certainly tell you live up to your star sign, your sarc is off the charts!” seemingly impressed that someone can keep up with her banter. “Your simp is off the charts!” you snapped back quickly. “Shit, is it that obvious?” her eyes widened in shock as you nodded in a ‘well duh’ sort of way. “So you’ve known I’ve had the hots for you all this time and you’ve just been knocking me back?” she asked as she laid down on her bed holding the phone above her head looking sleepy and adorable. Telling her you couldn’t let her have it easy, plus you didn’t know if she was flirting or just being friendly because she fucked up earlier, Millie assured you she wouldn’t do that but you reminded her that you didn’t know her and it pays to be cautious. “You were a right bellend and then went all soft” you said kicking your feet up on the chair in front of you, “I was just having a bad day” she muttered glancing away from the camera, “wanna talk about it?” you asked. She spoke about her day at Chelsea, they sent her away as she’s still not fit to play, she can’t talk about her injury as it’s in her contract not to, she wanted to be playing with the girls and is sad she’s missing out on the last England camp before the World Cup. Camp is her fave place to be and was extra sad because she’s missing out on seeing her best friend.
The alarm went off on Millie’s phone so you knew the next stop was yours, you thanked her for keeping you company but she wouldn’t let you say goodbye until you were safe in your car. Nobody had cared this much about your safety before accept your mum but you were still skeptical whether it was because she felt guilty for nearly causing you a meltdown earlier.
“Are you home?” pinged up on your phone as you pulled up on your driveway. You couldn’t help the corners of your mouth turn up as you saw her name flash but decided to keep her waiting while you made your way inside your home, turning on the lights and pulling on your bed clothes before falling into bed. Sending her a photo of your bedroom TV showing Friends and telling her to let you know an address to send her coat back to.
M - “The coat was a reason to see you again”
Y - “Oh and there was me thinking you were doing it out of the kindness of your own heart”
Your phone vibrated next to you as she tried to FaceTime you again, this girl does not quit! “Are you single?” she immediately opened up with as you answered and plotted to play with her a little. “Who’s asking?” you said teasingly, “me, obviously!” she giggled. “Oh no sorry, I’m taken” you paused before laughing. “Yes I’m single, haven’t found someone who can handle all this yet. I’m not into girls tho soz” struggling to keep a straight face with the lie you told. “I don’t believe that, I’m not the only one who’s been flirting all night!” her voice once again high pitched as she sat up in bed appearing more alert with the conversation. “How dare you insinuate such a thing!” you said dramatically, teasing the blonde defender. You chatted for a little while before your eyes couldn’t stay open much longer and you started to drift off. Millie watched you drop to sleep before hanging up, for some reason she wanted you and she wasn’t gonna stop until she got you.
Part Three
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Love Again
Chapter 4
“Are you sure you’re okay on your own? It’s no problem to stay with us a bit longer” Amber looks up at me, hopeful. “You heard Da. You’re more than welcome babe” I smile at her, thinking back to the week I’ve just spent with her and her family.
Meeting her parents for the first time wasn’t half as scary as I thought it might be. They were very welcoming and lovely and I didn’t feel like it was rushed or uncomfortable, to take that step in our relationship. Amber’s brother Zane, who was a sound engineer at the recording studio we used for our album, had joined us with his boyfriend. I was relieved to see another familiar face. We all had dinner, went for a walk and just got to know each other on a more personal level. None of that fancy musician stuff. Amber’s dad was kind enough to invite me around for another Sunday roast whenever I was down in London again. And I promised my girlfriend I’d make use of that one last time before I leave for tour. So I said my goodbyes to the Ketteler family and Amber and I took the tube to King’s Cross Station so I could catch my train back home. That’s where we’re currently waiting.
“I kna, but I’ve got to get back home like. Wash my stuff, see me mam, get some last-minute shit sorted before we fly oot.” I chuckle and run my hand over her long brown looks before my hand stops at the small of her back. “But in two weeks I’ll be doon here anyways. Cana fly from Newcastle to LA. We’ll all be flying from Heathrow”.
“I’ll miss you so much” she pouts, and I feel the same when I think about touring and how long I will be gone for.
I just sigh and pull her closer to me. “No need to worried about that just yet, I will see yous again before I leave. I’m not leaving without a goodbye like.”
Before I know it, my train is ready to board and I pull Amber up from our chairs and into my arms. She instantly wraps her arms around me and buries her cheek into my chest
“Call me once you’re home, alright”
“’Course” I tell her softly before I loosen our hug so I can press a fond kiss onto her lips.
Grabbing my suitcase and green backpack, I gently squeeze her hand one last time and make my way over to the platform to board my train. I see Amber waving goodbye before she leaves the station and returns back to her family home.
Now with a four-hour train ride ahead of me, I opt to watch a movie to pass some time.
Throughout I get texts from my mam, asking me when I will arrive back in Shields, and if she could pop round for dinner. Owain wants to know if the lads and I have gotten any closer to finalizing our setlist for the upcoming gigs. And Dean wants to know if I still need him to give me a lift home from the station.
I respond as quick as I can so I can get back to my light entertainment. But an Instagram notification stops me. Without thinking I quickly click on it and the app opens on my phone. It’s a story posted by the official Eden’s Crush account, Y/N’s band. Apparently they’ve just made their way into Amsterdam to play their first show tonight.
Eden's Crush Instagram Story
I can’t wait to see the videos from the gig, seeing the girls in action. Seeing Y/N at what she does best. She deserves this so much, I couldn’t be prouder.
I’m wondering if she knows that. I really haven’t been the best friend in the last few weeks. And even though I’ve enjoyed my time with Amber and her family, I kept thinking about Y/N and how she’s over 600 miles away from me, and will be for the next few months. And the last time I saw and actually spoke to her, we ended in a fight.
God how could I let this happen? To not even say goodbye before she started the most important journey and tour of her life so far?
Before I know it, the familiar neighborhoods of Newcastle come into view and the train comes to a stop. I exit and make my way into the car park, where I can see Dean happily standing and waiting in front of the red Fiat.
“Alreet mate, welcome back” he greets me with a pat on my back before opening the trunk and storing my luggage inside.
“Aye, thanks mate” I return the sentiment and we both climb into the two front seats, driving off towards home.
I’ve still got Y/N and the last time we saw each other on my mind, I am unusually quiet during our ride. Which my friend seems to notice as well.
“Got something on your mind?” he asks me.
“Nah, it’s alreet like” I respond with a little bit too much sadness in my voice. I’m definitely not convincing my best mate.
“Ceemon now Sam. Did something happen with Amber?” he asks concerned.
I sigh and shake my head
“Nah we’re fine. Good like. It’s Y/N actually.” I clear my throat before saying “I’ve just missed her. More than I first realised” I tell him honestly.
My confession catches Dean by surprise and he turns his head and looks at me a bit too long, probably. Given that he should be focused on the road ahead of us.
“Have yer talked to her at all since your fight?”
I shake my head and turn my face towards the window, not wanting to see the disappointment in my friend.
“Think it’s her first gig tonight. You should shoot her a text, wish her good luck”
“A’ll figure something oot, reet.” I tell him a bit frustrated now. I know that he’s right and I shouldn’t snap at him. But I hate being treated like a bairn and people pointing things like this out to me. She’s my friend, I know how to talk to her.
As we pull up and come to a stop in my driveway, I give Dean a quick hug and tell him thanks, before getting my stuff out of the car and walking up to my front door. Unlocking it and stepping inside, I set my luggage down in the foyer before quickly making my way into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. I pull out my phone and open Y/N’s contact. My finger hovering above the number before I finally press it to connect the call.
I’m not sure where we stand exactly, but I need to talk to her, to know she’s okay, to hear her voice. I need to know that our friendship still has a chance.
After a few rings I hear her answering
“Hi”
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P&C | Ch. 8: Safe Escape
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It’s finally Monday, a brand new week but the same state of mind. I’ve been a mess since the party, trying to avoid Jungkook and everything that reminds me of him. I can’t lose myself in someone I’ve just met. It’s pathetic but wouldn’t it be better for me to end something I know I won’t be able to finish? I’ve never been one to excel in the commitment department, so I’ve always looked for a safe escape. Will it hurt? Like hell, but leading him on would definitely be worse.
I snap out of my thoughts, shaking my head. Who do I think I am? What if Jungkook doesn’t even reciprocate whatever I’m feeling? What if he simply has chemistry with everyone? The thought of it secretly upsets me but the guy does fit the role of a crowd favorite.
Mira: Hey, are you free?
Jungkook: Miss me already?
Mira: Was actually planning your assassination …
Jungkook: Relax Peaches, and anyways, I’m at the gym right now but should be wrapping up in an hour. Why?
Mira: I wanted to drop off your clothes. Can I meet you at the gym?
Jungkook: No need, I’ll drive to your dormitory.
Mira: No, no, that’s ok. I’m gonna be out anyway.
That’s a lie, but I know exactly how the story will unfold if we meet at our usual spot. It’s better to keep boundaries, I try to reassure myself.
Jungkook: Whatever you say, Peaches.
Mira: See you in an hour :)
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After my second class, I waved Tae goodbye and made my way to the train station. The main gymnasium is on the South campus which is only a 15-minute walk but I’m feeling lethargic from all the nerves. Once on the train, I go over exactly what I want to say to Jungkook. It will be short and straight to the point, I reassure myself.
All that confidence melted away once I entered the gym. It was busier than usual, actually, how would I have known, I’d been here twice. Nonetheless, I wasted no time in trying to spot Jungkook, who was sitting on the bench beside the reception. Walking towards him, he lifts his face giving me a bright grin, his bunny teeth peeking through. His hair freshly washed, the smell of his cucumber-scented body lingering between us.
“There you are,” I say with a soft smile.
“I'm glad to see you, how are you feeling?” he meets my eyes, pulling his gym bag over his shoulder.
“I’m feeling better, thank you. Again, I wanted to apologize for the way I reacted,” I try to explain, shaking my head. He finds my flustered state cute, as he folds his arms and grins back at me.
“What?” I stop, looking back at him.
“You worry a lot, did you know that?” he chuckles, bringing me in for a hug. “I’m just glad you are alright,” he adds. This is not going to plan. I try to move but his hold is firm, and as much as I try to resist it, my body is craving his touch. Pathetic.
“Here,” I quickly step back, putting the bag between us. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat so I avoid making direct eye contact. Jungkook lets out a chuckle and takes the bag from me.
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“Do you want me to drop you off?” he offers, as we make our way out of the gym. I shake my head, knowing that the train station is right across the street.
“Nonsense, get in, it’ll be quicker,” he turns his car, as I fall into another panic.
“No, no, seriously, I um … I have to meet Jiah on the way there anyways,” I lie, hoping he would give in. That is until we hear an announcement coming from the station megaphone “Due to some technical difficulties the train will be delayed. We apologize for any inconvenience.” Phenomenal, I whisper, rubbing my temples. I guess no one wants me to set boundaries.
“Hop in,” Jungkook giggles, opening the passenger door. I can’t think of another excuse, before finally walking towards him. He buckles me in, this time I’m less shocked by the action, which is not a good sign. I should not be getting used to his habits. Nonetheless, I say thank you and return a soft smile.
“So where are we going?” I ask as he turns on the AC.
“I want to show you something, do you mind?” turning his gaze towards me, he analyzes my face. I dare not to look back, my mind going blank.
“Is this considered kidnapping?” I reply, earning a chuckle from him.
“It might be, want to keep you all to myself,” he quickly answers with a grin. It sucks that we’re both sarcastic because a small part of me wishes those words meant something to him.
“Should I call the police now or when we get there,” I continue with the skit, laughing inside at how stupid we sound.
“Will you visit me in jail?” he asks, with genuine interest in his eyes. I stare back with furrowed brows.
“Probably not, I might send you a postcard though,” I grin, teasing his curiosity with more sarcasm. We both end up laughing. As much as I regret it, I feel safe and comfortable when I’m around him. I wonder if he does too. I don’t know much about him aside from his academics and poor judgment in picking a band name. Bulletproof Boys. What a goof.
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The drive ended up being longer than I expected. This might actually be the last thing I do, ever. All jokes aside though, I couldn’t help but doze off, feeling the fresh breeze on my face. Noticing my sleeping state, Jungkook lowered the radio and put his hoodie over my body, careful not to wake me. After another half an hour, I felt the car stop.
“Wake up sleepy head,” Jungkook whispers as I shift in my seat. Rubbing my eyes, I try to make out our location. It’s a beach. Beautiful one, to say the least.
“Here, put this one, it’s getting chilly,” he says handing me his jacket, which I put on over his hoodie. It’s as if my plan is going backwards. Nonetheless, Jungkook locks the car and leads the way towards the sand. The sun began to set as the sky radiated a beautiful palette of blue, orange, and yellow hues.
“Where are we?” I ask, stumbling over the little rocks. Catching my form, Jungkook intertwines his arm with mine, letting out a chuckle.
“This is my safe escape, I used to come here often with the boys when we were in high school,” he explains.
“Your safe escape?” I repeat softly under my breath. How did the person I tried to avoid, bring me to the destination I created the distance for? I shake my head, looking up at Jungkook.
“What?” he lowers his gaze, noticing my red cheeks. He lets out a soft grin, cupping my face and bringing our bodies closer. “You’re cold, can’t have you getting sick because of me again,” he whispers as I smile into his embrace.
We walk on shore, running from the emerging waves like little kids. There’s no one else here, just the two of us. We laugh at the thrill of each other's company and watch the sun finally set. That is before, Jungkook quickly grabs his phone and pulls me in front of him.
“Smile, I want to remember this,” he giggles, his smile growing wider as I pose for the photo.
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Before heading back, we decided to stop by a local dumpling place, where the lovely owner treated us to some specials on the house.
“Do you know her?” I ask, genuinely concerned about the extent of her kindness.
“Just a natural charmer,” Jungkook replies, sending a quick wink. I scoff, trying not to roll my eyes, as the lady brings us some fresh jasmine tea. We bow, and thank her for the food.
“OH,” I gasped. “There's shrimp dumplings, I love shrimp dumplings,” a squeal escapes my mouth as I close my eyes in pure satisfaction. It's a dish that reminds me of home, my family, and my mom specifically. When I was little we used to spend every Friday prepping batches of dumplings with various fillings. Shrimp was always my favourite. Looking up, I meet Jungkook’s eyes which are filled with pure adoration. Leaning in, he wipes the bottom of my lip before ordering two more batches of dumplings.
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m full already,” I quickly reassure him, nodding my head. He leans back on his chair and lets out a soft smile.
“Whatever we don’t finish we can pack up,” he replies softly, analyzing every feature on my face, which in turn begins to flush. I break the eye contact and look around the place.
“Oh hey look, there's a photobooth,” I point, getting Jungkook’s attention. After packing the food, we cleaned our table and made our way to the booth. It had lots of accessories to choose from. Glasses, hats, wigs, even full-on costumes. Rummaging through the shelves, Jungkook yelped in excitement, attaching a peach hairclip to a tiara before carefully placing it on my head.
“Looking good, Princess Peach,” he grins, exposing his bunny teeth, and turning me towards the mirror. I can’t help but laugh, slapping his forearm in embarrassment.
There were no Mario props but I did find an Iron Man hat and if I’m not mistaken that was Jungkook’s favorite superhero. Calling his name to turn around, Jungkook began to clap at my discovery, and with that, we were ready for the pictures. Princess Peach and Iron Man, what a duo.
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It's Been Awhile Ch. 1
Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC
Series Masterlist
Words: 3246
Warnings: some fluff, some angst
You exhaled the moment you reached the bustling platform, seeing the train you were supposed to board, along with so many unfamiliar faces passing by. The loud chatter, yells and damp weather left you feeling drained. Hopefully, it'd clear up later and your destination would also be lucky to have good weather. You had been lucky to have many pleasant days at Hogwarts as a student. And it had been at least 5 years since you'd graduated from Hogwarts. You kept wondering, when had the time gone by?
It felt as if it was only yesterday when you were bursting through the doors of the Great Hall with Professor Fig, on your way to being sorted into a house. And now, you were already going to your first reunion.
"Miss, the train leaves in a few minutes. Would you like me to get you anything before you depart?" Your assistant, Elmer, asked you with a smile on his face, startling you out of your thoughts before you turned to see him smiling at you expectantly.
Ever since you'd started working at the Goblin Liaison Office, you'd been swamped with work: papers, diplomatic meetings with goblins, formal parties to attend and strengthen relations etc. And so, you needed an assistant to help you manage everything properly. And Elmer had turned out to be exactly what you needed.
"No, Elmer, thank you. I appreciate it, but you should go home. I'm sure your little sister misses you terribly. And I'll be fine on my own, no worries. I'll be seeing you in a few days, anyway." You smiled at him, seeing him smile back before he looked around. The platform was now even more packed with people running to say their goodbyes and greet their loved ones, yells still ringing out, and baggage and trolleys full of people's belongings being carried back and forth. It was chaos and you knew the Hogsmeade station would be the same when you'd arrive. You wondered if you'd meet anyone at the same time you arrived and if yes, who? Part of you could only hope-
The whistle announcing the boarding snapped you out of your reverie. "All aboard! All aboard, ladies and gentlemen!" The train conductor's loud voice boomed across the hustle and bustle of other witches and wizards and you turned to Elmer.
"Take care and have fun, okay? Don't forget to wish your sister all the best. It's her wedding, after all." You hugged him and felt him hug you back.
"Of course, I will. You have fun as well, Miss. Watch out so those Hogwarts folk don't try to give you a teacher's position there. They probably would try." You laughed and shook your head.
"I'd miss you too much." He smiled brightly, his curly hair bouncing as he chuckled. "I'll see you soon. Take care."
"You, too! Have a safe trip! Bring me something from Honeydukes!" He yelled as you stepped inside the train, laughing and shaking your head in amusement.
You walked along the corridor, searching for your cabin until you found it, then took a seat and put your bag in your lap, sighing as you looked outside. You were facing the other train that was just arriving, which was a shame since you would've liked to wave at Elmer one more time before you departed, but you only sighed instead.
You were by yourself in the cabin and somehow felt relieved. Some people would recognise you and start asking questions when they saw you on the street, especially since you'd now become the face of diplomatic relations between wizard kind and goblin kind. Some would be appreciative, others disgusted. You'd learned how to deal with both, though you preferred the former, naturally. Knowing there were others who wanted to have better relations with other beings and species made you feel as if you weren't alone and it was possible to achieve.
You thought of Elmer and everything else that had happened. He was just a little younger than you but eager to help and learn. You'd thanked your lucky stars for him applying because he'd been helping you deal with the large amount of work when it became too much for you. He was also one of the few who currently knew about your little side interest in Ancient Magic, which didn't go away either. He'd always help you declutter your schedule so you had enough time to also do your research on your unique inheritance.
After ending your fight with Ranrok using Ancient Magic, you'd really taken an interest in its potential to not only help you develop into a better witch but to also research it and maybe find a way to use it without any repercussions. You had managed to talk with the Keepers and ask them as much as possible about its power and the repository, while also assuring them that you wouldn't go against their word if they expressly forbid you from going further. You had, after all, sworn to keep it a secret forever and became one of the Keepers as well. It wasn't just a promise to yourself, but also to Professor Fig, whom you still missed dearly.
You opened your bag, rummaging a little before taking out a little notebook that you opened to your most recent notes. There were a number of letters tucked in between them that you sometimes read. You smiled as you looked at the names written on them, all of them kept safe and reminding you of the adventures you had had as a student. You'd received a few letters from some of your former classmates since the announcement of your reunion a few weeks prior: from Natty, Poppy, Garreth, Amit, Imelda... Even Ominis. But there had been nothing from Sebastian. You sighed sadly, feeling a bit conflicted.
You had drifted quite a bit after the events that took place during your fifth-year. And you hadn't really seen him and Ominis talking that much either, unless they were paired in classes. You tried your best to keep your relations with them friendly, though you were never really a trio like you used to be - something that broke your heart, though you were sure the boys felt the same, especially knowing that they had both been friends long before you met them.
Somehow, you still felt guilty that it was because of you that their friendship was ruined. No matter how hard you had tried to dissuade Sebastian from diving deeper into Dark Magic, it was as if he didn't hear either of you. And you being able to wield Ancient Magic had only seemed to spur him on and try harder to find a cure for Anne and ways to better understand the Dark Arts. You really wondered if Anne's curse really was his only reason or if it was also an excuse. But it was just water under the bridge. You knew the twins hadn't spoken to one another since that fateful day when everything changed.
Solomon's death was still a heavy weight on your mind, along with Anne's curse, which had been your primary reason for your research. Speaking of Anne, she was better, thanks to a brilliant doctor at St. Mungo's who had been studying curses and found a way to alleviate not only the pain but also their effects on the body. At least, that's what Ominis had told you in his most recent letter. There had been no word of Sebastian from him and you didn't dare ask either.
You smiled as you reread the letters for the nth time that week. It was weird to think that you were all adults now, with jobs and so many things to do.
Natty had become a Lead Auror, which honestly didn't surprise you one bit. You only hoped she didn't worry her mother as much as she did when you fought with Harlow during your fifth-year, though you had a feeling her mother was always going to be worried. You still shuddered at the thought of her taking the Cruciatus Curse in your stead, remembering the awful feelings you experienced when Sebastian had cast it on you since you couldn't mean it. You sighed and shook your head. You planned on treating her to a couple of Butterbeers this year as well as thanks. It had become some sort of tradition whenever you'd be able to meet up with her.
Poppy had decided to work in multiple sub-departments for the Ministry's Beast Division - apparently, she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to poachers, but the sweetest thing when she encountered any beast. You knew that the centaurs had come to respect her greatly, especially because of Dorran's faith in her after you three had managed to rescue the Golden Snidgets. She had become a spokeswoman for the benefits of collaborating with the Centaurs in protecting beasts, something that made you smile in obvious pride.
Garreth ended up becoming an Exotic Symbol Analyst, which he said was not only interesting but allowed him to travel and gather different potion ingredients. His passion for making weird concoctions still hadn't faded and it amused you to no end, especially when you remembered all the times he had to stay behind and clean the Potions classroom. You hoped he had become better over the years or at least had a safe space for his experiments to blow up and not hurt anyone. Maybe he'd one day collaborate with Sirona or Honeydukes to sell his inventions.
Amit had become an Astronomy professor at Hogwarts after being Professor Shah's teacher's assistant and studying the constellations. You also knew that he'd managed to befriend the few Goblins you recommended him to so he could finally improve his Gobbledegook. You hoped he'd talk to you and you could test him since you yourself had had to learn it for your job and had become quite good at it.
Ominis had become Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic. His father and mother had insisted on him becoming even more, but he had refused. Unfortunately, his parents had made it hard for him to get a job anywhere else, the name Gaunt striking fear in most.
Even if he was an adult, between him and the rest of his family, most people feared and listened to them instead of him. So he was momentarily stuck there with Spavin, who was apparently a talking void that said much but understood nothing. Remembering Professor Fig's words about the current Minister, you weren't really surprised, but you did feel sorry for Ominis. Though it wasn't always so bad, as he had told you on a lighter note. Ominis knew all the gossip going around and even started his own or fanned the flames, much to your amusement. He hadn't changed much in that regard since your time at Hogwarts.
Imelda had, naturally, become the Quidditch Captain and Chaser, specifically for the Ilkley Quidditch team. She was busy scoring points for the team, organising trials and training sessions, besides many more activities. And no wonder, seeing as her flying skill was almost unmatched and she had led her team further than ever before thanks to her drive to win. They were one opportunity away from competing with some of the biggest Quidditch teams in the world. And you believed she was able to get them there.
You sighed and put the letters back, jotting down a few more notes for your research later when you'd be back in the safety of your home. You'd learned how to Apparate to the Map Chamber in order to check on the repository and check in with the Keepers now and then. It was pretty uncomfortable to go there due to all the memories, especially the very first few times when you were still learning how to Apparate properly. You remembered how close you were to throwing up the very first time you went there after your final fight. The emotional damage and Professor Fig's death still haunted you and probably would continue to for the remainder of your life.
You put your notebook back in your bag and settled in, watching the outside scenery through the wide window. The greenery and the rarely-seen blue sky were a nice welcome after the dreary weather you'd had for the past couple of weeks of being stuck inside writing reports. But it had been worth it because you had managed to allow Goblins to teach Gobbledegook in a number of schools as an extracurricular activity. It had become strangely popular amongst children, who found it weird and funny at the same time. Even some adults had heard about it and insisted on classes being organised outside schools and focused on 'Business Gobbledegook' for those who were interacting with goblins for business purposes.
Your mind momentarily cleared of everything related to work and you only looked at the world beyond the glass silently and thoughtfully. With a swish of your hand, the window opened a crack and you heard and felt the wind as it blew, causing you to sink back into your seat and close your eyes.
If you focused enough, you could almost hear the birds singing and the sound of Lacewing Flies, sense the smell still wafting from Honeydukes and feel the taste of Butterbeer on your tongue... Then the warmth against your hand that seemed almost too nervous to go beyond and capture your fingers together before they almost acted of their own volition. Those brown eyes and those freckles made you involuntarily smile as you remembered the Sebastian in front of you at that time.
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"What is it? Did you get a bad one? What was it? Earwax?" You laughed as you nodded towards the almost empty box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Sebastian's slight frown dissipated as his cheeks reddened immediately and he shook his head, looking away from you.
"What? N-No, it was Bacon..." He responded almost defensively, trying not to let his voice crack at being caught staring at you. His eyes quickly darted to your hand that was currently playing with the wrappers of some toffees you'd bought from Honeydukes. The two of you were seated in a quiet corner at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying some Butterbeer and sweets after a surprise quiz from Professor Sharp, which you managed to ace, despite trying to distract each other as subtly as possible.
"Seb, hey... Is something wrong?" You asked him when you noticed how unusually quiet he was, lowering your head a little to catch his gaze. You smiled reassuringly and saw him smile back nervously before he breathed in and straightened his back in a show of confidence, despite his red cheeks.
"Can I tell you something?" You nodded, eyes brimming with curiosity.
"Of course, you can. Anything and anytime." He nodded and breathed in, his cheeks getting even redder.
"I like you. More than a friend. For quite a while." Your eyes widened in surprise before a smile took over your lips almost immediately.
"You do?" Sebastian nodded and you decided to grab his hand, holding it reassuringly. "Well then, Mr Sallow, aren't you lucky? It appears I like you more than a friend as well." You were nervous as you spoke, but knowing that your crush wasn't one-sided anymore gave you a boost of confidence, enough to confess your feelings for the boy.
Sebastian laughed, squeezing your hand back, his eyes shining with joy while you mirrored him. He hesitated to envelop your hand completely, his fingers twitching on top of your skin in a barely perceptible way. Despite his obvious nervousness, his fingers soon intertwined with your own, slotting your hands together. His hand was bigger and warmer than yours, making butterflies erupt into a frenzied flight inside your stomach. It felt right and you couldn't hide your smile.
"I think another round of Butterbeer is in order." He grinned at you and you felt your heart pick up its pace as you returned his smile, neither of you unable to smother it down even if you tried.
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You opened your eyes, a sea of trees stretching out below and the sky, which was now dark and cloudy, showing sure signs of rain. You were getting close to Hogsmeade Station by the looks of it. You stretched, stifling a yawn with your hand. You couldn't remember falling asleep at all. You must've been more tired than you had thought.
It wasn't long before the train arrived and you picked up your luggage, navigating through throngs of people as the rain was gradually picking up. You finally managed to exit the station, only to see a Thestral-drawn carriage waiting. A man holding an umbrella was waiting anxiously, keeping his distance from the Thestral as much as possible, looking around at the thinning crowd. When he saw you, he beckoned you over. You thought it was weird since you hadn't told anyone when you'd arrive. You gripped the handle of your conjured umbrella and started walking towards the carriage. The rain was downright pouring and it had gotten colder, your frame lightly shivering whenever the wind blew strongly.
"Miss MC?" A man, who seemed to be a local, asked when you approached. You nodded, caressing the wet Thestral gently as it only came closer for more affection. You had missed the Thestrals around there - they reminded you of the ones you'd managed to rescue years before. You saw the man gulp and were left wondering if he could see the gentle but often misunderstood creature or if he was scared of it. "The school has sent the carriage to pick you up."
"Oh, have they now? Thank you and I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Here, for your trouble." You looked into your wallet quickly before handing him a few Galleons. The man was shocked and tried to refuse, but you insisted until he smiled and nodded, going to the nearest Floo Network and leaving.
You looked back at the Thestral who was looking at you and you caressed it again before getting inside. A shiver ran through you and you sneezed, but then you let out a sigh of relief at finally being out of the driving rain and only a few minutes away from your destination. You relaxed against the soft cushion before swishing your wand, causing the carriage to jolt the tiniest bit. Just as it started moving, the door suddenly flung open and you pointed your wand towards it, heart pounding in panic.
"Whoa, easy there!" That voice... You slowly put your wand down and saw the figure stepping inside, closing the door as he sat on the opposite side from you, his black raincoat noisily moving along with his body. The owner sighed and leaned back, breathing heavily with his hood covering the upper half of his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, seeing the barely visible remnants of a stubble, probably from shaving too hastily. Then, as if suddenly remembering he wasn't alone, he sat up straight and took his hood off. Despite expecting it, your breath still hitched in your throat as your eyes met those familiar chocolate brown ones.
"Sebastian..." His name was familiar on your tongue but left a multitude of tastes behind. You felt conflicted as to which one was the strongest.
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m*a*s*h update: rest of season three!!
i watched "aid station" and transcended to another realm
i watched it three times and will watch it many more i am SURE
the adventure! the war up close! hardship-earned respect and affection!!!!!
"never let it be said that i didn't do the least i could do" i need that in live laugh love font on my wall
this episode reminded me a few times that oh right, hot lips is the only one of the main cast who signed up and trained for the army on purpose
(and father mulcahey i suppose?)
anyway. long story short. if they had actually shown hot lips changing that tire i would never recover
"love and marriage" - hooray for kwang getting a personality and backstory, and hawkeye and trapper trying to make amends for frank
absolutely bananas that the officers hear a fight happening outside with a shot fired and collectively ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and keep playing. henry you are in charge. someone could be dead
"big mac" - i loved the opening in the o.r.! sometimes it gets a little mean-spirited in there, but this is a light-hearted day at the office where everyone in the room gets to laugh out loud as frank walks right in the teeth of it for literally no reason
i am enjoying the ongoing bit of hawkeye or trapper saying hello to frank and him responding to an insult they haven't said
hot lips's little "frank, they'll kill you." she's not even trying to defend him. she has given up against the overwhelming tide
the casual revelation in "payday" that henry has an open question in his mind about whether or not he's radar's father is a late-breaking reveal i'm gonna think about for a while
colonel flagg. hmm. his first episode was pretty funny because of the spy vs spy thing, but spy vs self was a dud
and then! "abyssinia, henry"!!!! 😢
my gratitude to the anonymous benefactor who hooked me up with a digital copy of this episode, since the dvd cut out before the last scene. which as it turns out!!! was important.
for television in general i assume
not to reveal myself too much as an uncultured hack... but i will confess my first reaction was "well, that was unnecessary"
in my defense!! i'm watching it in 2024, when a character death happening in an off-screen coda would really seem like a showrunner slamming the door behind a departing actor to make sure they couldn't come back no matter what change.org petition the fans cooked up on twitter, you know?
BUT. placing myself back in time. where this is happening partly as a commentary on another war, i get it!! unnecessary death is the point!! it's a tragedy people will have to sit with for months while the show is on hiatus!
HE NEVER MET HIS BABYYYYY (who they clearly forgot about, or they probably would have reminded us in the episode itself just to drive that punch home)
anyway, i have really never seen such a lovingly crafted goodbye episode for a character 💕
somebody PLEASE give radar a hug!!!!!! once per episode for the rest of the show!!!!
i mean sure henry DIED which obviously sucks for him and his variable number of children, but here radar loses his surrogate dad and gets frank in exchange. i mean tell me who suffered more
anyway!!!! in conclusion, season three was so good and funny and will be a tough act to follow!
my final awards for season three 🏆 best drama: aid station; best comedy: alcoholics unanimous; one i could most do without: the general flipped at dawn.
#it's about time i watched m*a*s*h#<- that's my tag for these reaction posts since i said that for years before watching it#but the totality of mash things for your filtering pleasure will still be#mashblogging
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naurrrrr, so a lot has happened since thursday last week ('tis now a tuesday). the long distant dude i voice called on thursday (took us 6 months and a fucktonne of communication issues in between) hasn't been answering my messages since the call and long story short, i'm kicking him to the curb for the meanwhile and if he ever replies then gg. ion need a partner OR a friend like that, ngl, because he's been inconsistent for the longest of fucking time, and i don't wanna agonise over someone like that any longer.
on friday, i went out with another guy. we'll call him... the cat dude, cause he loves cats and has one himself (she's the cutest thing ever, with the pics he's been sending me). first half of the date was a little boring, ngl. he's a lil' awkward. he was probably also a lil' nervous, which i don't blame him for.
and then we got drunk as shit for the second half, and i was leaning against him and everything while we were trekking around the city, and uh... AHEM. we ended up making out during karaoke. several times at that. i initiated most of them, too, because i wanted someone to kiss (mayhaps kissing is quite fun, imma tell you that much), so i'm like... LKFNEWLKFN. TAKE ALCOHOL AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW. a complete menace to society, your honour!
like, i still remember our first kiss where i turned around to face him, looked at him for a second or two then pulled him in by the nape of neck to kiss him. i don't remember how the other ones happened but i remember he initiated one of them. i remember him cuddling close to me, with me leaning against him, while we sang into our mics; him kissing my face (do guys just like... do that after you kiss them or what is this????). the karaoke room was like... right near reception and there's like a small window where people can see us so if workers/guests were walking around, they might have caught us doing that. so yeah. no decorum whatsoever.
i kissed him goodbye at the train station when he dropped me off (I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING WHEN SOBER, I WOULDN'T EVEN HUG SOMEONE WHEN LEAVING UNLESS THEY GO IN FOR THE HUG FIRST SO BITCH), before i hopped my drunk ass on the train to get home (and now i cannot stop thinking about it for the life of me!!! fuck me!! and i also can't stop wishing i kissed him for longer LMFAO). he ended up staying at a hotel (i'm so thankful i didn't stay with him or else things might have happened and i would have woken up to true regretfulness).
saturday morning, i wake up with a slight hangover (so worse than what happened the week before this when i got drunk as shit) he messages me and says he enjoyed my company, both drunk and sober and i was like... oh. because i thought he didn't enjoy my company while sober LMFAO, but i guess i was wrong (or maybe he was being polite, i have no clue). and now i'm seeing him again this week saturday for a small picnic with the promise we won't be drinking any sort of alcohol. AND IDK MAYBE I'M STUPID but i think he might be feeling me a little? he's more fun over text than in person tbvh, but again, first meet ups are usually a lil' awkward ahaha. and like... he's chill and i wanna see where this goes. (all i can say is, guys definitely get vvvv clingy when they're drunk! you break that touch barrier earlier on and they'll be all up in your personal space esp when you decide to add a few drinks to the mix lmfao. and yeah i only got drunk with like two dudes so the sample size isn't big but ya know??). i know his ass remembers what happened even if we never explicitly talked about it, but i ain't even embarrassed about it at this point. i just find it so funny lkwnfklwenf
as for the mixed signals guy... the dude who kissed me while drunk and got all clingy with me? the one who told me a few days later that he liked someone else? the one who was supposed to watch the fuckin' barbie movie with me? he flaked on my ass LAST MINUTE so he could go have a study date with the girl he likes. (that girl, according to him, doesn't like him back, and he's been pissy about it ever since.)
this guy is a MESS. he keeps reiterating that we're friends and nothing more so i'm acting like a friend towards him even though he probably doesn't fucking deserve my friendship considering how he could so easily flake on a friend after they planned a hang out with him over a WEEK in advance. a whole fucking week, with solid plans, and he fucking flakes. all because he wants to see the girl he's simping after. rude ass fucking bitch! that is not a good friend quality to have at all. inconsiderate, if you ask me. thank fuck i was able to find another friend to go with me.
there's also a lot of shit going on with him and the more i talk to him, the more i'm like... my god, i should probably drop him. i've been telling my friends about it and they're like "is this man okay? you sure you still wanna talk with him?" and i'm starting to think - no, i don't. he has hella issues, thinks getting into a relationship is the only means of having someone care about him (completely disregarding the fact that friends can care about you, too, sometimes even more than a partner does), and he's done questionable shit in the past. he also says really questionable shit.
and, like, don't get me wrong, i wanna be there for him and like... i can partially see why he might be the way he is today, but we had a conversation about it last night and he basically tried to push me away and i'm out here like - why would you ask me to be your friend when your end goal is to push me away? why ask for someone to care about you when this is the shit you do???? you can't be there for someone who simply just doesn't want to get their shit together. it gets draining really fucking quickly.
oh, not to mention, he ghosted all of his friends when he got with his now ex so fucking gg, mate. he seems to expect me to do the same with him when i get into a relo and i'm like... motherfucker, i'm not you. assuming i'd do that, just because you did that yourself, is just so hurtful. a complete red flag of a human being, if you ask me. if he continues to be like this then i'm taking the left exit. i don't need this shit in my life, right now or ever.
#LONG POST#personal#vent#love life rambles#and some other things#don't want advice lol just needed to rant a little#so yeah#some men ain't shit fr#some men are THE shit and ion wanna continue fumbling the good ones#cat guy chronicles
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summoned (pt. 2)
pairing: woozi x fem!reader / fem!OC
part 1
w.c. 2.7k (it's long. felt weird to end it where i originally was going to split it)
Hansol walks her all the way to her building. When he suggests taking her up to her suite, she insists she’ll be fine. After a face off with a demon in the train station, having to explain to the guy at the ticket box at the destination why said demon didn’t have a ticket, combined with the constant glaring, she’s found Jihoon more of a nuisance than a threat.
Her best friend cedes to what she wants. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Send me your comic when you get home.” It’s a pointless attempt to keep the situation normal.
Jihoon refuses to follow her up the steps.
She studies the demon but decides he can stay outside if he wants. With one last hug for Hansol, she heads up the stairs.
Hansol eyes Jihoon who still hasn’t moved, even as he promises to send the comic to her if she sends along her linework.
With these extensive goodbyes, Jihoon finally climbs the steps and moves through the open door. The door closes on Hansol who waits until they get on the elevator.
She unlocks her apartment door. Before opening it, she turns to face him. “Just some ground rules if you plan to stay long. Do not touch me. No threats.” Her eyes go over him. “Politeness if you don’t mind.”
Seems like odd rules. But ones he can agree with. “Done.”
Jihoon stands in her doorway and watches her slip out of her shoes and drop her tote on her desk.
She looks over at him. “What? Are you actually a vampire? Do I need to invite you in?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a human’s home.” He leans his head in, peering at the kitchen and hallway. “I don’t typically feel welcome.”
She disappears into her bedroom, but her voice still carries. “Do demons care about that stuff?”
Jihoon takes one step inside. He can now see the small room behind the door, in which he recognizes a washing machine and dryer. Her home is cool in comparison to the heat outside. There’s the faint smell of clean laundry mingling with the smell of cookies.
Makes him sick.
“Well, I’m not about to ask you to stay if you don’t want to. You can hang out in the hall.” She re-emerges in a hoodie and shorts. She nearly rams into Jihoon as he continues to take baby steps into her home. “Do demons eat?”
“We don’t have to.” He notices the art on her walls behind her couch. “But some human food tastes good.” He peers closely at her art. She’s no Michelangelo or Da Vinci; and to be quite frank, her actual technique is awful. However, he assumes it fits right in with the art of the time.
“Well, I’m having ramen.” She pulls her hair up into a ponytail.
“Instant?”
“Yeah, with vegetables and meat.”
Jihoon ponders this combination. Could be passable. He agrees to let her cook for him.
She gets to work at making two packages of ramen, humming to herself as she goes. “Do you like cookies?”
“No.”
Besides that, Jihoon is quiet. She wonders what he thinks of her place, because she can hear him padding around her living room. She wonders what he thinks of her place, because she can hear him padding around her living room.
“Your friend didn’t like me,” he suddenly says.
Using chopsticks, she separates the noodle block in the boiling water. “He thinks you’re an abusive boyfriend I’ve suddenly acquired.”
“Do you have notoriously bad taste in men?”
“Yes. It makes Hansol, Jeonghan, and Cheol protective.”
“He wants to know what’s going on.”
The sound of dried noodles plopping into water precedes her question. “Can I tell him?”
“It’s a matter of if he’ll believe you.”
Jihoon picks up a frame and inspects the people in it. The three men he’d met are there, as well as multiple other people that appear in many of her photos. He sets the frame down and looks for images of her family. There’s a single old photo of them in her bookshelf.
“Why don’t you have pictures of your family?”
“We lost most of them in a fire a few years back. A lot of our stuff wasn’t salvageable.”
Internally, Jihoon sighs. There’s nothing in this woman’s life to trade for her soul. For all intents and purposes, she seems happy. The sound of her footsteps causes him to turn.
She sets two bowls down on the coffee table and places a small packet next to the bowl he presumes is his. Jihoon takes a seat across from her and sits on the floor.
“I figured since you’re a demon, you might like yours extra spicy.” She motions towards the silver package. “Go crazy.”
Jihoon sniffs the powder inside the package before dumping it all into the broth. Almost immediately, the broth turns a fiery red. Then he tries the noodles.
Not half bad.
Of course, Japanese ramen chefs are significantly better, but he’s sure she hasn’t been handed down recipes for generations.
“Are you always so quiet?” she asks between bites. She’s noticeably slouched over her bowl in an attempt to not spill any on the table.
Contrast to her, Jihoon is upright and proper. He doesn’t really worry about spills anymore. “I don’t tend to hang around other beings often.”
“What? Demons don’t talk to each other in Hell?”
His eyes narrow. “There isn’t much time for talking.”
“You told me that you haven’t collected as many souls as you usually do at the beginning of a millennium. That suggests it’s been slow. Ergo, you must have time to talk now.”
He huffs in annoyance. This human asks too many questions. “Hell isn’t a place for making friends.”
“Allies?”
“I wouldn’t trust any of the demons down there more than I would you.”
She frowns at him. “Well, that makes me more skeptical of you.”
Jihoon finishes the broth, leaving his bowl clean. “You have no reason to be.”
“So, I was right. You'll only take my soul if I give it to you.”
Jihoon’s eyes go over her again. With a scowl, he nods.
But as much as Jihoon’s been studying her, she’s been studying him. With a satisfied sigh, she leans back on her palms. “But am I the only thing that’s bothering you?”
His eyes flick from black to green. And she notices that not only are they green, they look like cat eyes. It’s unlikely this demon would like the comparison.
“No, you’re not.” His eyes go black again.
She lifts an eyebrow, reaching for a cookie on the plate near her leg. He’d said no, so she kept it out of his sight. Maybe demons don’t like sweet things. “What’s up?”
“That guard.”
“The one that caught you?”
“I’ve never been caught.” His voice is far away, clear he’s thinking. “Humans are not supposed to be able to see the ‘magic’,” he rolls his eyes, clearly hating his own word choice, “I can do.”
She tips her head, popping another cookie in her mouth. “So, how’d he see it?”
“That’s exactly what I want to know.”
“Weird.” With another cookie between her lips, she takes their bowls back to the kitchen.
It’s not just weird; it’s supposed to be impossible.
“Are you going out?” she asks as he suddenly gets up.
The clock had struck 3 AM and he was finally untethered from the human. At least until sunrise.
On his way to the door, her eyes catch his in the dark over the kitchen divider. “Can you please take the house key?” She juts her chin in the direction of the hall table. “It’s in the bowl. Just lock up when you go. There’s been some sexual assaults in the area.”
Then, her head ducks again and she returns to whatever she’s been working on all evening.
He glances at the key. “Do you not sleep?”
“I probably should.”
“Then why don’t you?” A key is inconvenient to take.
“A literal demon is concerned for my sleeping pattern.” The light suddenly shuts off. “I think that is the time to sleep.”
Jihoon pretends to adjust his shoes. When he hears the bedroom door close, he walks out of her apartment sans key. Instead, he passes a hand over her door and watches it disappear. The door is now disguised as a fire hose attachment. Though it looks a bit odd because another standpipe is only a metre or so away.
He doubts other humans will notice.
Hurrying onto the elevator (and then speeding it down to get him to the lobby in record time), Jihoon tries to recall the way to the subway station. He changes back into his preferred black suit. Outside, a black sports car waits for him. Suddenly, he remembers why he sometimes enjoys coming up to Earth. He hops into the driver’s side and the GPS automatically sets itself to where he wants to go.
Technology really has come a long way.
Jihoon considers letting the car drive on autopilot, but it’s been ages since he’s driven a car. So, he drives the speed limit (mostly) and actually follows the rules. It’s a bit confusing since the last time he was in a car was in England. While he nearly hits a few people, he manages to avoid an accident. A parking spot in front of the station appears; and he parks, only bumping one car.
He waves a hand over the dent and listens to it repair itself. The station sign is lit, but nothing about it seems threatening. There are cameras everywhere, and he considers fiddling with them but chooses not to.
Something seems off. He feels it as he walks over the threshold.
God.
What were the odds that they would be here?
Jihoon stops at the turnstile that he was about to jump over, remembering the guard. On a whim, he wanders over to a security box. It’s empty for the night, but the little wing sticker by the handle is unmistakable.
Resigned to his fate, Jihoon hops the turnstile. His feet barely touch the ground before he’s dropped onto his back. A human knee presses into his chest.
“Now, I haven’t seen you in a long time.”
Jihoon rolls his eyes. “Get off me, angel.”
The angel stands, not before pressing his knee into Jihoon’s chest slightly. He holds a hand out.
Jihoon sits up instead. “What are you going by now?”
“Still Seokmin. Don’t see the point in changing my name.” His smile brightens. “Someone warned me that a demon was walking around, so everyone’s been on high alert.”
“What? This a new angel that doesn’t recognize me?”
“You haven’t exactly been on the surface in a while.” Seokmin hoists him up by his underarms.
Jihoon flicks Seokmin in the forehead. “Don’t do that to me.”
Seokmin swipes a hand over his forehead, healing the burn. “You really do love this sweet little body of yours. I hope you don’t ruin this one.”
Jihoon adjusts his suit jacket.
He motions with his head for Jihoon to follow. “What are you going by these days, demon?”
“These days? I’ve been here for less than 24 hours.”
“Summoned? Or are the end days coming?”
“Summoned by accident.”
“Accident?”
Jihoon can’t help but think back to the shock on the human’s face when he’d appeared behind her at the café. “Human woman was ordering a drink and somehow managed to summon me at the same time.”
“Really knows how to butcher a language, does she?” Seokmin chuckles. He takes a seat on one of the benches by the tracks. It takes Jihoon a second to decide whether he wants to sit or not. When he does, Seokmin asks, “So, what did she trade you?”
“Nothing.” This bench is incredibly uncomfortable. “She doesn’t want anything.”
“Why are you here then? You aren’t typically one for sex.”
“Needed to get away and…” Now that he knows that he’s in angel territory, the incident from earlier seems less suspicious.
Still annoying, but less suspicious.
But there are certainly other things that have caught his attention.
“Have you also been getting a weird energy here?” When he meets Seokmin’s eye again, his expression deadpans. “Or has all your time spent on Earth jaded you to it?”
Seokmin shrugs. “Bad energy has felt as if it’s taking over the planet.”
“And it’s darkness that not even I like.”
“Well, you never really did play by anyone’s rules, did you?”
Jihoon rolls his eyes, deciding that sitting on the bench with his legs out in front of him is the most comfortable. A breeze whistles through the train tunnel, almost like a ghost train. It cools his constantly-warm skin. “Whoever the leader of neutrality is, I’d like to meet him.”
Seokmin continues to study him. The demon has gone by different names in the past, but Seokmin enjoys this demon’s company. He’s never been hell-bent on ruining human lives, and he’d rather stay off angel territory at all costs.
Which is why it surprises Seokmin that the demon’s here. “Have you discussed it with…?”
“Besides wanting to snatch a soul or two if I can while I’m up here so that He’ll leave me alone, I only noticed it when I hit the surface earlier. I haven’t exactly had time to go back down and mention it.”
“No soul snatching while I’m around, please,” Seokmin groans. “And you know who your leader of neutrality is, don’t you?”
Jihoon lifts an eyebrow. He didn’t know there was an answer.
“Humans. Humans are a complex balance of good and… not so good.”
Jihoon waves a dismissive hand. “Humans aren’t permanent.”
“Their souls can be.”
The demon bristles. That statement doesn’t sit right with him. “Back to what we were talking about. Have you figured out what the bad energy is?”
Seokmin genuinely looks surprised. “It’s not the demons? I thought you were just feigning ignorance.”
“You think I make conversation for conversation’s sake? The End Days would be coming if that’s the kind of darkness befalling Earth.”
Seokmin finally seems to understand Jihoon’s concern. “Oh. No. What could that mean?”
“Have you talked to God?”
“We assumed it was you guys cooking up something. We’ve already started assembling the masses in preparation.”
Jihoon huffs as he once again readjusts himself on the bench. “I don’t even know what it is. How are you intending to fight something you can’t see?”
It’s Seokmin’s turn to deadpan.
With a roll of his (because he forgot the angel is pedantic), Jihoon clarifies, “How are you supposed to fight something neither of us can see?”
The rephrasing of the question makes the angel pause. “What else could be causing the darkness?”
Jihoon tips his head back in annoyance. “You’ve been here longer than I have.”
“They’re always doing something crazy, but nothing to rival whatever you demons can do. I’ve only heard talk that the angels believe demons are tipping the Earth into chaos.”
This gives the demon pause. Slowly, his mind conjures up an idea that he doesn’t particularly like. It gives the demons more credit than they deserve. “Or maybe they’ve learned how.”
Seokmin notices Jihoon’s heavy stare. He can tolerate this demon, but the dead eyes really send a shiver down his spine. “Are you talking possession now? Not soul acquirement?”
“And apparently so good that you guys haven’t detected it,” Jihoon muses. He stands, brushing off non-existent dust on his suit. That uncomfortable pull in his abdomen suggests that dawn is coming.
“Any intention to do anything about it?” Seokmin asks, his tone neutral. If there’s even an inkling of hope in his voice, he knows the demon won’t try to solve this unexpected problem.
Jihoon hums. “Find out how to confirm it.”
“And then?” Seokmin slowly gets to his feet.
“Come here and get you guys to stop it.”
Jihoon hops the turnstiles and heads for his car.
Suddenly, Earth has become significantly more interesting.
part 3
#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#lee jihoon scenarios#woozi scenarios#woozi imagines#svt#woozi#lee jihoon#woozi fic
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