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[leaderofthetomlexyraagenda]

Simplest/Shortest summary of "The three investigators" for anyone who is curious:

Three teenage boys who are detectives and solve crime.

Having Crossover ship brainrot is the worst sometimes. Specifically if said ship just exist in your mind alone (and also in your friends minds who you talk to about them. But there is no content to consume except the one you make yourself.)

This is about Alex Rider/Justus Jonas (primarily at least. This is also about Alex Rider/Peter Shaw, Alex Rider/Bob Andrews and Alex Rider/Justus Jonas/Peter Shaw/Bob Andrews)

With Alex Rider/Artemis Fowl ||, I at least have content to consume, besides the one I make myself. Alexmis my beloved. (Literally the peak of crossover shipping. They are so ingrained in my mind that I can’t think of them not existing in the same universe.)

Listen the huge amount of crossover fics (AR x D3F [and by extension AF]) I have in the works are just not getting finished and instead my list of planned fics is getting longer and longer and longer.

On that note. I need to know if the are people, who would actually be interested in reading them. I mean I am planning on publising them anyway, once I actually finish the original one, but still.

[v1x3n]

SNAP! ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - fluff, angst - panic attack, trauma, flinching.

─ previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter ─

There's a sudden knock on the door to your room, your body dry and freshly washed, the minty smell from the soap bar fills your nostrils whilst you slump on the hospital bed. Curled in a way that was uncomfortable but it wasn't hurting any wounds so that would have to do.

The knock is followed by the door opening wide, revealing a man who you recognise, a man named Logan. The cheery fellow bounces into the room, suddenly the dingy lights seem brighter. "how's my favourite girl?" the man smiles while trotting inside, then closing the door behind him. "The nurse told me t' not bother ya sooo here I am!" he announces, smirking when you peer up at him. Your permanent frown slightly moves upwards when you see the goofy yet devious grin on his face.

Without a reply he sits down on the wooden chair placed by your bed, "you're looking better! my wounds are barely healing!" you wonder what had happened to him for a moment but then you remember that one of the first times he snook into your room, he rambled on for almost an hour. Telling you that he had been shot whilst on a mission, twice in the stomach. Luckily he survived. He smiles as he stretches out his hand, groaning, "I'm glad you're okay," he says, his voice filled with emotion.

A sigh falls from his lips when you sit up, "saw some big beefy guy leave your room before," john, he's obviously talking about john. "Looked real pissed off." Logan mumbles under his breath when he looks to the side. Fucking twat, he was pissed off? He doesn't deserve to be pissed off. "Ya know him?" He looks towards you for an answer. But you two both knew you weren't going to verbally say anything. You nodded hesitantly.

"Ya friends?" the man questions, this time it wasn't so hesitant. "No." You firmly said. Logan thought this was the first time you had spoken to him, it clearly must've been a trigger or something, "he is NOT my friend." Reaffirming your statement, pure rage boils through you at even thinking about being his friend. He lost that fucking privilege. "huh."

There's a silence that lingers in the air. The wet droplets from your freshly washed hair drips down, sending shivers down through your body. "Well, at least you have people visiting. My family is too busy t' visit. Or they just divnt wanna." he mutters the last part, "id kill for anyone t' visit."

"You know you get a lot of people lining outa your door? I can barely get through mine cause these bulky men will always be there." What? You questioned internally. "Ya friends with them?" you probably knew who he was talking about, it was probably the other knobheads that harmed you. None of them had really spoken to you since you arrived, john would sit down on the chair that Logan was currently sitting on sometimes, you two wouldnt talk though. Youd rather kill yourself than utter a single word to him.

"none of them are my friends, " gruffly talking again. Your throat kinda hurt so the sounds came out raspier than you had wanted them to. "hmm! Anywho! You wanna play some cards with me? I knowww.... Snap?" Then he puts on a dumb little smile.

After rolling your eyes at him, you nod. Magically he pulls out a card deck. Placing them on the blanket covering you. Once splitting the deck into two and passes you a half. Logan puts a card down gently on the blanket, not wanting to put it down too hard and hurt you. He didn't quite know what had happened to you but by the looks of it it was bad. You had nurses in all the time, your body was wrapped in bandages and by the looks of it, you only had 8 fingers.

"6 of clubs!" he announces. You place down a random card, 4 of hearts.

After a few rounds, you had won. For him having a deck of cards and wanting to play snap, he wasn't that good at it. A small smirk rises on your face, looking down at your massive stack whilst he had no cards left. "Well, well done." He grumbles with a mocking pout.

Once nodding you give him half your cards and he whacks them across the bed. Scattering the cards around, you gasp. Laughing, he observes the stunned look on your face before you shuffle the cards and half them. Dividing them into two halves, again making sure you both have a half each.

The word snap was yelled out from Logan's lips as he finally got ahead of you and slammed his callosed hand downwards onto the 2 of diamonds. When you flinch, he felt the weight of his face drop. "fuck, I'm sorry-" the look on your face could only be described as panicked, scared and fearful.

Suddenly a loud ringing blinds your ears. Your breathing grows. You take sharp and quick breaths when he looks towards you. You don't know why you panicked so much over something so stupid but then again - you do. "oh god I'm sorry!"

Logan's heart sank as he watched you struggle to catch your breath. He quickly slid closer, his voice gentle, "Hey- fuck- it's okay. I'm right here." He hesitated, unsure whether to reach out physically, but instead whispered, "Just breathe with me, nice and slow," trying to guide you back to calmness. But unfortunately that didn't help. You flinch back once more and shuffle under the blanket. The sounds of the room grew louder, the beeping of the machines sound over Logan's - trying to be - comforting voice. Your breath caught up once more. Your breathing is loud and fast. "it's okay-"

He gets cut off when a nurse comes into the room. She quickly rushes to you and all you see is almost a blur when your eyes prick with water. Distant yelling and you see the obscured bodies rush into the room, the nurse beside you and mumbling nonsense as the blob you think is Logan leaves. 

[jacevelaryonswife]

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight | Part Two

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader

summary: Even if you were willing to forget what happened, when you saw the prince that morning you knew that your relationship would never be the same.

word count: 3.191

tags: slight angst and adult themes

masterlist — previous part

A bond germinated between the prince and you as the days went by. There was no sin in your conversations, but a servant could never be friends with a nobleman, and above all: a woman could never be friends with a man. Although you believed that the existing dynamics with Jacaerys Velaryon did not fit into any of the previous options. It was your duty to be available to the prince of Dragonstone for what he wanted, and at the time, he needed a thoughtful listener.

"I don't want to fill my mother's head with my worries, even though I know she would listen. She is the queen and we are at war, it’s not time for this," was his justification.

The trust between you has developed slowly.

How are you feeling? Do you want to say something? Do you need anything?

It was the questions that guided the days following the incident with the wine. Over time, the prince began to report his dissatisfaction with the black council, either because of the way the queen didn’t let him act or how the other lords did not respect her enough.

"I just want to be useful for her cause, but she sees me as an incapable little boy," he shouted one of the times that the queen did not allow him to guard with Vermax.

"The queen cares about your safety, my prince. She suffers enough from the death of Prince Lucerys, she doesn't want to risk your life.”

“I'm not going to die!”

"You can't guarantee that, my prince."

And despite sometimes regretting not being formal enough in your answers, the prince showed satisfaction in the sincerity of your words more than once. Obviously no mention of your conversations with him was made for the other girls, you found it too dangerous.

And if there was anything beneficial for you, it was the opening that Rhaenyra Targaryen's heir gave so that your thoughts and feelings were also exposed. Superficial at first, experimental, but that became more intimate over the weeks.

"I try to keep myself constantly busy to ease my concerns about the war, but it's not working as I would like. Every night before bed I think about the worst,” you confessed a day after dinner, during the hour of the bat.

“Me too.”

The conversations became routine during breakfast while you cleaned his chambers and after dinner when you helped him sleep. Secretly, those were your favorite moments throughout the day, although you didn't want to admit it for a while.

The only problem with intimacy was to make you forget your place.

Sometimes, almost, an unweighted response was almost directed to the prince. Other times the physical comfort seemed to extrapolate while you smoothed his dark curls, although he did not manifest discomfort. He never did, actually. Maybe that influenced your behavior around him, especially when he began to reciprocate the attempt of comfort, touching your hand with nothing but respect and delicacy, although firm enough to be felt while you confessed your fears to him.

It was dangerous to allow such closeness to the prince.

You were no stranger to the stories of servants who fell in love with their lords, reciprocated or platonic, it was not something you sought to fantasize, promising yourself that you would immediately move away in the first different twinge in your heart. Although, dealing with feelings was not that simple.

That night, the prince was enthusiastic about the diplomatic experience with the Freys, telling every detail of the conversation accurately. He seemed quite proud to be useful, even the frown present in his feature in the last few days had disappeared.

“When I was a child, Viserys told me the Iron Throne would be mine one day,” Jace commented with a rare smile these days.

"He told?" You asked, knowing very well that it was true.

"A long time ago, before his health got worse, I think I was six years old," he replied on the other side of the table, keeping his smile open.

"Have you ever imagined yourself there?" A silly question, you thought.

“Sometimes, especially before war. Now I feel like I'm cheating on my mother,” his face hardened softly as he looked down.

"You are the heir of the Queen, it is not wrong to imagine your future," you tried to comfort him with the obviousness of the situation, although you understood what was going on in the prince's head and heart.

“I know, but just seems wrong,” he countered, looking at you. “How about you?”

“Me?”

"Have you never imagined yourself being the Queen?"

That made you chuckle. "There is a barrier that people like me should not overcome, even in thoughts," you almost laughing at him.

"Please, everyone has thought about sitting on the iron throne," he leaned totally against the chair, watching you with frowning eyebrows and a smile on his lips. as he totally leaned against the chair.

"I never thought such a absurd," you reinforced.

"I doubt it, have you never thought about being a noblewoman?"

"Of course I thought! I would be pleased to be the ugly daughter that no lord wants to marry, so I could enjoy my position without having only my side a decrepit old man as lord husband. But the Queen? I've never dared so much."

He laughed loudly and his eyes almost closed. "Well, I think it's a good plan, but I believe you would be a fine Queen."

That took you by surprise.

The absurdity of the statement made your eyes widen and your cheeks warm up. "And you will be a fine King," you replied with a giggle, doing little of what he had said - even you believed faithfully in your own statement.

Suddenly, you felt his gaze endure on yours in a different, more intense way, as if... he was seeing you, totally seeing you.

And that made your heart warm.

No, no!

“I must go, my prince. It's late,” you stood up immediately. "Do you need anything?"

He took a while to respond, shaking his head negatively. "N-no, I don't," getting up to accompany you to the door. "Listen, I- I have to say something to you."

Your heart was beating faster than usual and continuing in the presence of the prince did not improve the situation. You didn't know why you felt so suddenly affected, but you imagined that it was the ideal time to reassess the proximity to him.

“I would like to thank you for the support in these weeks, for listening to me,” he said.

"You don't have to thank me, my prince, it's my duty," you exhibited a restrained smile, holding your hands in front of your body.

“I know it's just-“

The previous look that made your heart warm returned, however, more nervous, afraid as he approached you. His hands held your face gently, not giving you time to move away before he leaned over to touch your lips. You froze in place, not being able to move a single member, even after the prince had moved away with terror in his eyes.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't want to disrespect you, I promise," he said in despair, faster than he intended. "This is not going to happen again, I-

"It won't," you said, heart almost coming out of the chest, "We can't do that, Jace, I'm your servant- that-"

"It was my fault, I'm the one who has to beg for your forgiveness, I dishonored you," he almost spoke too loudly, almost.

"You didn't dishonor me!" You exclaimed as if it were obvious. "But that can't happen again. You are the heir to the iron throne and I am just a servant of low birth, there is no hope for us," your voice almost failed.

When Jace's eyes found the ground, his posture changed, the nervousness turned into something you didn't know how to identify, even though your own anguish was still very vivid while your heart beat fast.

"It's unfair," was all he said when he looked at you again.

“Indeed.”

A squeeze formed in your chest every second that your eyes remained connected, along with a restlessness that you did not know resided in your body until now. No, no, no...

In a bold attitude, you held his hands, uncertain of what to say, uncertain of what to do and uncertain of what you felt for him. It wasn't possible. Nothing, not a single word came out of your mouth while your heart beat faster and faster.

You shouldn't, you knew that, but maybe... maybe...

It was your turn to approach him, cautiously, absorbed in the brown of his iris and the way he mirrored your look.

There was no hurry to meet your lips this time, nor does it take long to be reciprocated. It was the kind of affection that women should have only with their lords husbands in the intimacy of their chambers, not with the prince of the kingdom whom you served and could harm yourself if you were caught.

But it seemed so right.

Your heart pumped soft fire through your body as the kiss gained layers, encouraging you to intertwine your fingers with his. It was not lascivious or obscene, but it involved your body during the act and made you float in the sweetness of his lips before it came to an end mutually.

Your hand slid to the side of his flushed face, smoothing his cheek gently. Even though part of your mind dealt with the turbulence of the situation, the other was delighted with the fullness of serenity.

"I've never been with a woman," he murmured about your touch, reluctantly. "I never wanted to ruin a woman outside of marriage."

Oh. That took you by surprise.

In fact, that brought you to reality again, but without the previous panic.

"You did it right," you comforted him with a restrained smile, feeling nervous. "There is no shame in that."

"I know, but I don't feel secure thinking about it."

Honestly, you didn't know what to say, but you knew that that situation could take a dangerous turn if it were prolonged. He could not consider such an act even for a second, so you just said goodbye to him immediately.

"It's late, you should rest, my prince."

The storm in his eyes almost snatched you together, but there was still prudence in your mind. There was no dispute on his part, allowing you to be involved by the coldness of the corridors until your rooms shared with the other servants. Although sleep wrapped around your body quickly, the prince stole your dreams with memories of what had happened.

When the nightingale time came, his image seemed almost palpable to your eyes. All you could remember were the lips of the princes against yours, the proximity, the softness of his hand, the way he looked at you.

It was dangerous.

All that was dangerous.

Especially for you. Nurturing an additional affection for the prince of the kingdom was a path of no return for ordinary people. There was no hope for you. There was no future between you. He would marry a lady of a important family and have little princes while you would perform your duty serving the next royal generations.

Even if you were willing to forget what happened, when you saw Jace that morning you knew that your relationship would never be the same.

"Good morning, my prince," was all you said when you entered his chambers.

Judging by the way the prince's gaze found yours, you believed he thought the same. “Good morning,” he replied in front of the window.

You left the breakfast on the table and went to organize the luxurious bed - unkneading the sheets and squeezing the pillows without looking at him while doing your work. Even though it was a rational attitude, the smell that emanated from the fabric transported you directly to last night, to the warmth of his lips, to the comfort of your hands and to the soft fire that warmed your veins.

Suddenly, you found yourself wanting more.

The subtle spark quickly turned into a fire, making you want to dive into bed and be surrounded by his smell, wanting to be kissed again in a sweet way, wanting his body pressed above your...

Wanting to make love to him.

Seven hells. No, it couldn't be.

The realization of the fact clouded your mind.

You felt nothing but the burning between your thighs, not even the repetitive call of your name by the prince. You wanted it, you wanted it, you wanted it.

You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't.

In all these years you have performed your duty to the kingdom without any ambitions. Now, you believe you deserve enjoying a great pleasure and a great sin.

That's when the hand on your shoulder along with a call brought you back to reality.

"Are you okay?" The prince asked behind you.

There was nowhere to escape. And honestly, you didn't want to.

Taking him by surprise, you held both sides of his face and leaned over to capture his lips in a sweeping and demanding kiss, contrasting with the softness of the night before. Jace immediately corresponded, tying your waist and bringing your body closer to his. There was no fear in the way your lips moved or with the lack of distance between your bodies, on the contrary, you deepened the kiss and wrapped a hand behind his neck, breaking any space between you.

He reciprocated the vigor with the same intensity, savoring your lips as if they were the only thing that lacked him in life, almost pulling the air out of your lungs. You felt surrounded by the dragon fire and silently prayed to the Mother for your body to burn.

“I dreamed with you all night,” he whispered close to your lips, holding you close.

“Me too,” you slitted the apple from his cheek with your thumb. His lips were red, swollen, shiny and so tempting...

When you were about to lean again, knocks echoed from the door and made you jump back immediately, resuming your attention to the bed while the prince went to the breakfast table.

It was the Queen herself, talking to the prince of Dragonstone at the same time that you made a greeting to her.

“I wish to speak alone with prince Jacaerys.”

No other command was needed. With one last greeting, you left Jacaerys' chambers with a racing heart and trembling steps, as if walking on embers. The consequences of your actions would be disastrous if discovered, you were not foolish, but you couldn't help but want more. And can't you help but think about how that happened?

When did such a feeling arise and develop?

It was the questioning that guided your rest of the morning, the whole afternoon and the beginning of the evening. The duties kept him away from you, fueling concerns about a possible worsening for the queen's cause. Because of that, you decided to occupy yourself in the only way you knew: working.

You swept, cleaned, aired and washed until you were tired and coughing because of the dust.

At the end of the additional service, you went to the rooms shared with the other girls to clean yourself and be presentable to him, hoping to be able to see him during dinner.

It was insane, you knew that, but you couldn't help it. You wanted it, despite what it would imply.

And when thinking about what to enjoy with the prince would result, you realized something too serious to be ignored. What if you generated a bastard? Oh gods. Where were you with your head? How did you consider losing your maidenhead with a prince of the kingdom? It would be a scandal! You would be ruined! The queen would send you away, maybe to Essos at worst.

Nothing was effective to keep those thoughts away from your head, especially when you held his dinner with trembling hands. Everything got worse when he offered you a wide smile when entering his rooms, making you freeze briefly before walking to the table and greeting you with a reverence.

“Good evening, my prince,” you forced yourself to say.

“Good evening, my lady,” he replied humorously. "I missed you."

No, no, no.

You smiled insecure and looked down, unable to answer back.

“What's wrong?” He asked when he went to your meeting.

What should you say?

“I can't do that,” you chose to be brutally honest. "I can't get pregnant, I can't have a-" you couldn't say such a word, not in front of him, and you prayed that he wouldn't feel offended.

Unfortunately, his jaw closed and the posture hardened. Heavens.

"... a bastard?" He asked in a strangled voice. "I would never impute such a burden to you."

Your heart squeezed while remaining silent, too nervous to say anything. He seemed angry, creating a fear in your mind about the dragon's fury.

“And I would never dishonor you,” he added, holding your hands as his brown eyes warmed up. But that was Jacaerys, your prince and your friend who would never hurt you.

“I know,” you agreed with a nod and intertwined your fingers with his, being able to breathe relieved at last.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm fine," you assured him with a soft smile.

"Eat with me, I don't have a big appetite."

You knew how to identify an order when you heard it. Of all the sins done and thought of in the last hours, sharing the meal with a prince was not so excruciating.

Sitting in front of him, you took a piece of bread and soaked it in the mushroom broth, watching him drink a generous sip of mead. None of you said anything for a while, leaving the noise of the violent sea wind that crashed against the walls of the castle being the only sound so far.

"What are we going to do?" He just asked.

"I don't know," you replied sincerely. "I think we should go back our dynamics, we can't be more than we are," your voice was lower than usual.

“I like being with you,” he said.

“Me too, Jace, but there's no hope for us,” you held his hand. "This will only break our hearts."

Although painful, that was the only truth that existed. He would never be yours. He would never abandon his duty to the kingdom for you, the opposite was just daydreams and songs invented to make ordinary life less gray. You were and would continue to be a servant and Jacaerys Velaryon would be just a sweet memory of something that could never happen.

Because that was just the order of things.

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[underratedbreadcrust]

Hope — Sayid Jarrah

Summary: after crashing on the island, you and sayid have a talk about reality and hope.

Warnings: some light profanity. can be read as either romantic or platonic.

a/n: this doesn’t really focus on the main plot beside the basic details. it physically pains me to see that no one write for this show or this man so i decided to take matters my own hands. this is my first fan fiction ever so i am open to constructive criticism :)

Words: 1.9k

It has been two weeks since the plane initially crashed. Everybody was at first scared out of their minds over the fact that they were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no apparent rescue on the way. Obviously there was that small group of leaders that stepped up to distribute jobs between everybody and give hope to the rest not to give up.

You, of course, were not one of these people.

You were more of a logical person, always being condemned for not being able to see the positive side of things. Always being called too “pessimistic” about situations. Of course, you never saw it that way. Always appreciating when people would be straight forward with you instead of sugarcoating unfortunate scenarios because they weren’t emotionally mature enough to handle it.

Which is why meeting Sayid was... confusing, to say the least.

Your first meeting with him was less than ideal.

It was the morning after the crash, and you were currently walking along the shore of the beach, looking for your suitcase. Due to the initial panic of the previous day, you had no time to search for your belongings and had to sleep with a shared blanket of a person whose name you still hadn't learned. After searching for 20 minutes, you were about to give up until you spotted a certain name tag hanging from the handle of a familiar suitcase.

It was your suitcase...and it was outside of Sawyer's tent?

Thinking perhaps he had mistaken your stuff for his, you walk over and kneel to begin taking your things.

"HEY! THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" You quickly turn your head around to see Sawyer marching from a distance towards you. His eyebrows furrowed and a prominent sneer on his face. At first you were confused, but you quickly realized that he took your things on purpose.

"I'm grabbing my shit," you said in a neutral tone, only sparing him a glance as you turned back to digging for your things.

"The hell you are," he grumbled as he finally reached your side and yanked the case from under you. "This is mine."

You, on instinct, latched onto the handle. "Really? Cause, as far as I'm concerned, that's my name tag I'm holding on to!"

He continued to try to wrench the suitcase from your hands, but you didn't let your grip loosen.

"Damn! Just let go—" "What is going on?"

You stop pulling the case, but neither lets go as the two of you whip your heads towards the source of the sound.

Sayid stood there a few feet away, with an exasperated expression on his face.

You took advantage of Sawyer's distraction to force your luggage out of his grip and attempted to make a run for it, but Sawyer managed to catch your wrist.

"You little bit—" "Enough," Sayid's voice broke through, and his arm reached forward to force Sawyer to let. Once your arm was free, you turned to walk away before Sayid called out to you. "Stop."

You huffed as you slowly turned around to look at him. He was looking at you with a dissatisfied look. "What happened?" he asked in a tired voice.

You shrug as you look between him and Sawyer. "Ask him. He's the one who decided to steal my belongings." "Now look here, Missy—"

"Can you prove," he quickly interjects, "that it belongs to you?"

Your hand reaches around to pull at the name tag at the handle. You flip it so the big letters of your name are visible.

He sighs slowly and turns his head towards Sawyer, opening his mouth, no doubt reprimanding him. However, Sawyer beats him to it and lifts his hand in surrender. "Yeah, I know, I know..." He says defeatedly as he walks inside his tent.

You once again attempt to head in the other direction before you are newly interrupted. "Wait one second."

This time it's your turn to sigh annoyedly, as you cannot seem to leave the spot in which you're standing. Your whole body shifts to face his, and you only see him motion with his head in to follow him before he begins his journey, heading straight into the jungle.

You momentarily debate leaving him behind before you huff and begin to follow him, suitcase still in tow.

You follow him for a couple of moments, panting from the force it is taking to carry your possessions this far. Hearing this, Sayid quickly looks behind him to see that you have not put aside your stuff. "Just leave it," he blurted, "nobody's going to risk coming all the way out here."

The two of you were barely at the entrance where the trees met the beach. You were about to argue with him, but seeing his stern look, you thought about it twice and decided it was best to just leave it. After all, the two of you were already far enough from the others. Against your better judgment, you sighed defeatedly and let it go.

Seeing this, Sayid whirled around and resumed his walk into the jungle.

This was the first time you had gotten the chance to talk to Sayid. Ever since the crash, you took notice of the way he took charge in such a desperate moment, almost as if he had experience with tragedies. Despite it only being a day, you were already intrigued by the reserved and serious man in front of you. Curiosity getting the best of you, you couldn't resist striking up a conversation.

"So, what'd you bring me out here for?" You asked in an expectant tone, wanting to know if perhaps he found you as intriguing as you did him.

"I needed someone to help me collect wood for the signal fire," he stated bluntly, not looking back to you as he continued to trek forward.

You huffed, his answer breaking any illusion you had that he might find anything, beside the task at hand, interesting.

"And you couldn't ask another guy because..." you questioned in a confused tone. "You just happened to be the person that was the closest and most available at the moment," he responded, still in that no-nonsense tone that you hated sounded attractive. His accent is reaching your ears and echoing in your thoughts.

"Whatever..." you muttered as you finally came to a stop and began to pick up the wood next to where Sayid was gathering his pile.

After a few moments, the both of you had gathered enough wood and were beginning your trip back to the main campsite.

Not being satisfied with the lack of communication on his part, you try again at breaking the silence. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

You roll your eyes and ignore the sarcastic response. "What do you think our chances are of getting rescued?" At the words, he comes to an abrupt stop, causing you to almost crash into his back, before quickly composing himself and turning around to peer at you with a curious look.

"I think the same as everybody else, that it is only a matter of time before help comes," he states in clinical tone, almost as if he's reciting from a manual the words he should say in a situation like this.

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. "I am asking you because I want to know what you think, not everybody else."

His eyes are conflicted for a couple of seconds before they are overcome with reality. "I don't think anybody is coming."

Your eyes widen at the sudden confession. You knew that by asking Sayid, you were going to receive the truth, whether you liked it or not. That still doesn't mean you were fully prepared for it either.

Which leads you back to the present moment, sitting around the signal fire, which has been burning nonstop for 2 whole weeks. Right now, it was your shift to guard the fire, making sure nothing would put it out. You were too busy poking the base of the flames to notice a figure approaching you by the side.

At the sound of footsteps, you whip your head to see Sayid sit next to you on the log you were currently seated on. Ever since that moment in the woods, you hadn't had the chance to speak to Sayid again. It was certainly not by lack of trying, but he was always so busy, making sure that everything within the camp was running smoothly. After a while, you gave up making an effort to communicate with him, believing yourself to only be getting in his way.

"Hey," you greeted with a slight smile, wanting to make him feel as welcome as possible after weeks of no contact. "Hello to you," he replied back, although with a more serious demeanor.

You couldn't let go of the words he told you that day, despite being the ones you anticipated from a guy like him. Even you thought the words to be true before he told them to you. Yet, as the time passed by, you couldn't help but learn to appreciate the small community that has formed as a result of accident. 

"Did you guys manage to find anything out there?" Earlier that day, Sayid went out with a small group in hopes of tracing a signal that could lead to a rescue. His eyes only looked at mine for a moment before they resumed staring at the fire. "We found nothing."

You didn't believe him.

But you also knew that no matter what you said, he would not talk about it, so you also shifted your eyes to gaze at the fire.

"You know...even if you find nothing out there, I believe it's all going to turn out fine," you stated, with perhaps for the first time, an optimistic tone.

"You believe?" He asked with a doubtful expression.

Your eyes turned to stare into his, trying to project all of your thoughts into him. "Yes, I do. Sure, the whole plane crash was unfortunate, but the way everybody here has gathered and given their best, even knowing that they might not get home, is heartening." Sayid still eyed you with an unconvinced stare. "What I mean to say is that before getting on that flight, I used to think optimism was just something people used as an excuse to ignore the issues around us...but these past few weeks have changed my mind." My eyes begin to light up as I think of all the moments I have shared with the other passengers, good and bad.

"You are putting a lot of faith into something that has no evidence supporting it to be true," Sayid interjects, his eyes boring into mine, in an almost defiant way.

"Maybe... but I choose to believe that belief alone is going to be enough to get us home. Hope is one of the most powerful feelings; it drives people towards goals that appear near impossible to others. Haven't you ever fought your hardest for something, despite all of the signs indicating failure?" His gaze turns distant, almost as if he were remembering an instant like the one I described.

Multiple minutes pass by again, silence overtaking the midnight air. You assumed the lack of a response meant the conversation ended before Sayid spoke up again. "Perhaps you are right," he responds, with a feint and almost unperceivable smile.

"There just might be hope for us after all."

[alkaline-wtr]

ELEVATOR

Ghost x gn!reader

Description: Ghost and reader are neighbors who get stuck together in an elevator. Genre/Warnings: Ghost x reader, gn!reader, fluff, angst, a little hurt comfort, possibly enemies to lovers, imagine WC: 987

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**AN Good morning! Here's a little fluff, I don't exactly know if the genres I tagged it as fit, but either way i thought this piece was cute. Enjoy.

Ghost steps onto the elevator watching it close slowly, the doors are almost shut when he hears a voice.

"Wait!"

He peered through the two metal plates you come walking quickly down the hall.

Ghost lets out an irritated sigh realizing it's you.

You and Ghost were neighbors. Living on the same floor of the apartment building. For some reason, despite your efforts over the last year Ghost just didn't seem to like you. In fact, he despised you.

Ghost wasn't exactly sure what it was about you that made him dislike you so much. Maybe it was your intrusive nature.

You put your hand in between the doors causing them to retract.

"Good morning, Simon. How are you?"

You asked in a sweet voice as you stepped onto the elevator beside him.

"Fine."

Ghost grumbled in response. You smile back at him but there is a sadness in your eyes.

Ghost presses the button for the first floor. He is obviously in no mood for small talk.

The elevator begins its descent. A low hum emits from the fluorescent lights overhead. Filling the uncomfortable silence between you.

You're watching as the numbers go down when suddenly the elevator comes to a halt rumbling beneath your feet.

The first thought that comes to Ghost's mind is confusion. His hand reaches across you and taps the button a couple times.

You watch with wide eyes as Ghost fiddles with the buttons.

"We're not stuck, are we?"

Ghost's glares at you,

"Obviously." He snapped.

Normally the comment would have hurt you but all you felt at this moment was the rising panic at the realization of the situation.

Ghost sighs pulling out his phone. He immediately notices the absence of the little white bars on the top of the screen.

"No reception."

He states, holding his cell up in the air in an attempt to find a connection.

The pounding of your heart is like a drumbeat in your chest. The warm wave of the fear and adrenaline washing over you makes you feel disconnected. You don't hear Ghosts frustrated grunts.

You'd always had anxiety, and this was one of your biggest fears.

Ghost lowers his Phone and looks down to you.

"What?"

Ghost asks annoyed. Pure terror is apparent on your face.

"I-I just- This... has always been a fear of mine."

You stuttered.

His expression softens. Ghost was well aware of anxiety and the effects it can have.

"It'll be okay."

His attempts at reassuring you don't seem to work as your breathing grows shallower.

Instead of the usual irritation Ghost felt being in your presence, he felt sympathetic towards you. Understanding first-hand how you were feeling in this moment.

"I suffer from anxiety too sometimes."

His voice is soft, and you can see something in his eyes you never had before, vulnerability.

The momentary silence between you two is loud. Your eyes are locked with his before you finally speak.

"Simon?"

The words are soft. He looked at you expectantly.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

The whispered question hangs in the air. Ghost breathes out a sigh averting his eyes.

"I don't..."

He stops himself from answering and thinks. Ghost hadn't really had a reason. He just wasn't fond of you. His negative feelings were unjustified. As he thought back to all the previous interactions, he realized you'd never been anything but nice to him.

With the pain and hurt of his difficult past, He'd found it hard for him to tolerate your positive and bubbly attitude. He was hurting deep inside, and you only brought that to light.

The truth was you hadn't done anything wrong, Ghost just couldn't separate his feelings of frustration from his opinion of you.

"I owe you an apology, y/n. I've allowed my own frustrations to interfere with my behavior towards you. It is unfair, and you never deserved to bear the brunt of it."

You looked at him shocked by his words. Ghost didn't seem the type to apologize.

"Will you please forgive me?"

He asked. Ghost knew you had every right to turn him away. After the way he had treated you for so long, he didn't deserve your forgiveness.

As always you proved to be kindhearted with your generous response.

"Of course. We all have our struggles. I appreciate you being honest with me."

You smiled at him. Your smile seemed so genuine and pure.

"I know this may mean nothing but if I'm honest with you, I've always liked you."

Your admission takes Ghost by surprise. The truth of the matter was that you had feelings for Ghost for a while. By hanging around and being friendly you hoped he could eventually warm up to you. Although, it had all seemed stupid now, you should have just communicated.

Ghost searched your face for any indication of what you were thinking. He had no idea how to respond. So, he did the only thing that came to mind at the moment.

A rough hand grabs your cheek forcing you to face him. Ghost hovers his lips over yours for a moment a silent way of asking for your permission.

When you didn't pull away Ghost took that as an okay to continue. His plush lips brush against yours.

You stiffen in hesitation, unsure of your actions. This had been a moment you'd only dreamt of and now that it was happening you didn't want anything to mess it up.

Finally, you lean in, kissing him back.  laughing nervously, when he pulls away.

"I almost forgot that we are stuck in an elevator."

You whisper. Ghost chuckles to himself and glances around

"Oh yeah. We aren't we."

He leans across you and presses the emergency call button. As you're waiting for Ghost to find a solution to the situation you can't help but smile to yourself feeling giddy and excited about what is to come.

[sonicblueartist]

Bullfrog x h!reader

Summery; You and Bullfrog having some talk on a rooftop.

A/N: Gonna try a different style this time. I can't get enough of this frog.

Warnings: mention of physical fresh wounds and a bit blood, maybe a little bit angsty?

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Word Count: 2.2k

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Rooftop Talks

Your eyes were glued to the building in front of you, you were watching this city that was plunged the appetite of the stars into darkness due to the light population, your attention was not on those around you, they might think that the city did not need the brightness of the stars, but they definitely needed something that could illuminate its somewhat nescient darkness. They couldn't walk around with their eyes closed every day. A sour expression appeared on your face with your aching body, your feet dangling off the rooftop you were sitting on. Your eyes turned to look at the moon, which is casting a gentle beam of light upon you causing a soft smile appear on your lips. You had always loved the quiet of the night, though even as darkness fell it was too early for most of the citizens to be asleep and there was still a distinct amount of noise in the city, but not as much as in the morning... And you still valued it, taking advantage of these quiet moments. You used the silence it could give you as much as possible and relaxed your tired body by taking a deep breath.

“Mon cherie?” You blinked with a familiar accent, easing you to come out of your thoughts, “I'm sorry to interrupt your serenity, but… maybe you should put this on your eye first… umm… before a bruising forms.”

You looked at his hand reaching out to you with a sympathetic expression. He had a can of soda in his hand, obviously cold, “Desole, that was all I could find, mon soleil.”

You couldn't help but smile when you saw that he looked upset that he couldn't help you much right now. You rejected his offer without any feedback and gently pushed his hand back, shivering at the touch of the cold soda, it was a cold enough night as it was, not wanting to press it against your body was just another excuse, "Don't apologize for that. Besides, you need it more than I do." You pointed out his obvious state. When he lowered his hand and frowned at your answer, you sighed, “Have you ever looked in the mirror? You may have stopped bleeding, but you're covered in more blood than I am." You'd be lying if you said you weren't too worried about his well-being, but he gave you plenty of assurances that he was fine. You are still unsure if you believe it. You also objected when he offered to get something cold for your eye, which of course wasn't a real offer, he was just trying to be nice, he was going to bring you one and he did. You knew he was tired after the previous events, you didn't want to wear him out any further.

A small smile formed on his lips: "Most of it isn't mine. So, worry not! I do not normally do such a messy job, but... how was I supposed to know you'd suddenly show up? (It's not your fault but still) It's my job to make sure you're okay... and no one should know that I... know you. I will not put you in further danger." Before you could open your mouth to question his concerns and talk about his worries, he suddenly slid in next to you and pressed the cold can over your swollen eye. You pulled back slightly, hissing at the cold and pain you felt. His face turned sour and he immediately uttered words of apology. Exhaling, you tried to relax your body and let him touch the can over your eye again, making you shiver, but this time you didn't pull away.

You almost turned red when you suddenly realized how close your bodies were. His gentle touch always felt nice, and under his soft eyes he observed with great attention as he scanned your facial features for any other injuries. Your face burned, your heart was almost beating out of its place. When you started talking, his honey colored eyes met with yours, "Y-You know I'm fine. You need to stop worrying about me and start taking care of yourself for once.”

He smiled at that, “Look who is talking.” You pouted with his words.

He shrugged, smiling in response to your half-lidded gaze. You two were seemingly ignoring what had happend, neither of you wanting to talk about it right now and ruin the moment. Although you knew that he wouldn't let this issue go easily and that you wouldn't be able to run from it for a long time. But you were still having a hard time with him, your faces were too close to each other, he is still pressing the cold can to your eye so carefully... Yes, you can do it yourself, but you didn't know if you could point it out and save yourself for your sake of mind or if you actually liked it. You know he is in close contact for your own good. You felt like he was getting closer to you with each passing second, you weren't sure if it was intentional or not. You knew he liked warm things, maybe your warmth is what draws him to you? You didn't know.

You tried to glance anywhere else other then him, though it was hard to do with how close he is. You mustered up a bit corage to move a bit backwards and swallowed, you didn't wanted to seem like you are fleeing from him or worse.

He didn't seem to notice or give a much thought about it. But he did lowered his hand a bit from your eye, "You know, Mon amour, I'm glad we met." You didn't expected those words slipping out of his lips, to be honest you were actually expecting for something like a comment about your slight uncomfortableness but it wasn't true you were just nervous. He chuckled lightheartedly at your wide eye expression.

"You are glad that my father hired you?"

"Well, I've never had this much fun before." You blinked with his words. He was being genuine. You softly laughed at that, “Well, I'm glad I met you too. In fact, you're kinder and nicer than most men I've ever encounter..."

Yeah, you know he is an assasin hired by your father. (You learned this far far later of course, when someone tried to hurt you, he was suddenly there?, so you can guess the rest.) And, yes, your father worked for Eden. But then why is Bullfrog helping him? Things were really complicated, even for you. In short, Bullfrog was sent for you. No, not to kill you. To protect you. You learned this not too far after you two met. Of course, your father never mentioned him before. He always followed very close, like your shadow wherever you went, as if he was your guardian angel or something. You didn't know why, but you felt attracted to him in some kind of way. You couldn't explain why you were never afraid of him or why you were so close to him, but you guessed that might be because how gentle he is and kind? Maybe something entirely else. Oh, and why Bullfrog is helping a worker of Eden you may ask? Well, you just find out about it today. It's beacuse he never worked with them to began with! Maybe you should be proud of it. Your father planning his betrayal from the very beginning. And he worked so hard for your life to be as normal and happy as possible. He doesn’t want you to get involve any of his job. And you might just done that today… That’s something you don’t wanna worry about right now.

You two stared into each others eyes without any further word. He didn’t leaned in and neither did you… just observed each other. You gently grabbed his hand, he seemingly sighed with your warmth on top of his. “I think I’ll handle the rest.”

He blinked then smiled, “Whatever you say, miel. Just tell me whenever your pretty hand gets cold I could return back the job.” He sighed as he leave the can to your hold.

“Of course—“ You paused. Did he just called your hand pretty or you misheard it? You nervously pressed the cold can over your eye. His smile growed seeing your flustered expression but it as quickly faded as he saw you shiver with the breeze. He got up to his feet and quickly inform you he will be back quickly and without letting you say anything he was out of your sight with a blink of an eye.

You pouted at that, “He is gone again.” You heaved a sigh and continue pressing the can over your eye. Your flushed cheeks are went back to normal by now. Your eye not hurting anymore, instead it felt numb with the cold.

You flinched when you felt something on your shoulders. You find Bullfrog behind you resting a blanket over your shoulders with a warm smile. He tilted his head with your surprise stare, “How do you feel now, better?” His accent flowing heavily in the air until it reached your ear. Your eyes widen as if you just understand what just happend. You quickly wrapped yourself in the warmth. “Yes! Oh god, thank you!” You happily gasped. You didn’t even question where he get this from, you were too happy and relieved to care at the moment.

He smiled at that and sat next to you, “Well, I am happy you are comfortable, mon cherie. It’s a bit windy up hereeEE!!!—” His sentence abruptly stoped as he yelped when your hands reached and wrapped around his small body, forcefully pulling him in. You wrapped the blanket around both of you and sighed happily as you rested your head over his head. Now it was his time to get flustered.

He cleared his throat mostly to get himself back to shape, you were sure he was about to melt under you along with the warmth, he was trying so hard to not lean back and suck it all in. You rolled your eyes at his tense body, “Come on, don’t be like this, relax. It’s not like I am gonna eat you or anything… Or have I?” You playfully nudge his sides as he sighed at your comment and attempts to cause him to squeal or laugh, “Okay, you are not ticklish, noted.” It wouldn’t be pleasant if he was anyway, so you guess it’s good for his sake. He shoked his head at that and leaned on your body without any words. You could see he was flustered but you didn’t point it out, instead you give him some time to relax. You reached out for the can and press it back on your eye while you were at it, not wanting a black eye. Your mind pondered a bit, while he pressed on your warm body, quite, a bit out of his character.

“Hey, can I ask you something… if that’s okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” You chuckled nervously with his answer. “Well, I don’t wanna… uhmm… sound offensive?”

He hummed at that, “I know you won't insult me ​​on purpose, so it's okay, you can ask whatever you're wondering about, I'll try to answer as best as I can.” You felt a bit more on ease with his gentle reassurance. You pressed your lips and laid your head on his, after a little sigh you mustered up your question, “Have you ever… I dunno… croaked before?”

He snorted at that, “R-Really? That was what you were wondering?”

You pressed your flushed face on his head, trying to hide yourself as your arms tighten a bit more around him, “Y-Yes…?” You stuttered out.

His laughter died down as he sucked a deep breath, “To answer your question. Not intentionally but yes. It doesn’t happen often either. You can think them as like hiccups.”

"Oh…"

He patted your cheek affectionately, “Don’t worry, mon amour. I sometimes have questions about humans too, not specifically towards you but yes…”

“Really? Like what?” You were actually surprised with that but you guessed it must be normal.

He pondered a bit, “Well, nothing comes to my mind right now…”

You hummed at the fact that he seemed to be a bit flustered about it but you didn’t pursue his behavior, “Like you said, you can ask me anything whenever you want.” He nodded at that rather quickly like dismissing it.

He smiled at himself and hummed, you notice him pulling out a can of juice. He took out its straw and dipped it into the box, "Want some?"

You breathed out a laugh, "Sure." You leaned in for a sip as he reached it out to you.

After taking a long sip you sighed, now recalling the little issue back at your house, “Hey, I think we need to go shopping tomorrow. There's nothing in the house for us to cook or eat. Nor clothes for me to wear for the winter much.”

He snickered, “You mean for me to cook for you?”

You muttered, glancing away, “Well, I admit you can cook better than me. In fact, I've never had better food than what you cook."

He smiled proudly at that, “Thanks!” He sipped his juice happily.

There was silence, a pause. You grumbled now noticing your empty stomach. "Speaking of your cooking. I think I'm really hungry. I guess I shouldn't be surprised after all that hustle and bustle. I could really use some." Your stomach ached and growled angrily at you causing Bullfrog to smile.

"Let's order something."

"Let's go back to my place then."

[trans-androgyne]

Ok as a trans girl I thought I'd throw out some opinions on egg jokes cause I've seen you post some things from one perspective and I'd like you to hear mine. What I'm gonna say is NOT MEANT TO ACCUSE YOU OF SAYING THIS STUFF !! It is just some observations I've noted from various communities

I've noticed a lot of the backlash surrounding egg jokes has been specifically about the concept of someone being a trans woman being inherently perverse and sexual, as compared to, say, gay jokes. Both of these sorts of jokes come from the same place (ex "I see myself/friends in this person, haha they're just like me/them") but one is much more socially acceptable than the other. If I see a man in a crop top with neon pink booty shorts and say "lol he's so gay" , nobody really cares other than the occasional "you can never assume anything about anyone" person. If I see a guy with long hair awkwardly looking at feminine deodorant and say "lol he's such an egg", that gets a stronger reaction from all sides of the community than the previous situation. There's a lot of people saying things like "let me be feminine" which,I agree! Men should be allowed to be feminine! But if a trans woman sees her pre-transition self in the way a man acts and jokes about it, that isn't something that should be as heavily policed as it is now.

There is a very large stereotype that trans women run 'feminizing cults' that recruit men and manipulate them to start estrogen and such, this is a transmisogynist conspiracy and what a *lot* of backlash from egg jokes leans into. Obviously, if you yourself aren't comfortable being called an egg or anything like that, then by all means tell anyone who tries to make that joke with you. If they're a good person they'll just go "oh, ok, thanks for telling me" and stop joking about that with you. Block the tags, curate your online experience, but I think a lot of people expect trans woman to fully stop making these jokes because of some disgust they feel from it, and attributing that disgust to mean there's some inherent moral stance on egg jokes, which there isn't

Also for context I am a trans girl whose egg was cracked via egg jokes lolll

Thank you for sharing your perspective. I think a lot of discomfort at egg jokes is in fact coming from a place of transmisogyny. I do not care about the vast majority of egg jokes. I think they can sometimes be reinforcing the gender binary, but honestly so can other popular trans jokes. I personally get uncomfortable when people are publicly speculating on the activities and gender of a specific stranger just going about their day because I would hate if that was me. I don’t care if people make those jokes with their friends. But enough people have passed around this deodorant example that if the deodorant person is a cis guy they’d probably feel pretty uncomfortable about it! Same with other cis guys who already feel insecure about expressing femininity for fear people will think they’re less of a man. As a trans guy I already get nervous people will see me pick out feminine deodorant (it just smells better) in the grocery store aisle and misgender me about it. People thinking it would be okay to speculate about me online as a result if they mistook me for a cis guy would be awful to me. I think we should have a genuine conversation about what constitutes violating a stranger’s privacy. But we desperately need to watch the transmisogyny in these conversations because a lot of people’s takes sound suspiciously like “trans women are groomers” rhetoric.

[gyofukuki]

Shipping Info | Answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog

What is your OTP for your character(s)?

None of them come with an OTP! I'm just here to write stories, so while the canon serves as a valued background, we all start from scratch otherwise!

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Short answer - depends! To me the matter of age can, but doesn't have to be tied to screwed power dynamics where adults are concerned. So I'd be wary of that, but not in an absolute way, if that makes sense.

Long answer:

When they are still developing physically and mentally, I'd keep them really close in age, classmate childhood sweethearts and all that, for the simple reason that the development is relatively rapid and what "being together" means changes with that.

Where adults are concerned, I'm biased toward them being in a similar stage on life at least (young adults with young adults, middle aged critters with middle aged critters and so on), but otherwise, two adults able and willing to give their consent is just fine with me when they're aligned enough otherwise.

And then where it gets to lifespans much different than average human, it's up for talks cause obviously it will depend on lore and whatnot (above points still applying).

How far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered NSFT?

Uh, for me usually it's generally a pre-plotted sorta thing, so even if it's starting with banter, it may be tagged as such or as suggestive at least. Otherwise, I'd say when you can tell the intention switches, it's enough to go the safe route and mark it for others.

Are you selective when shipping?

Yes but mostly just in a sense of - can we figure out a love story together that will ring true for our characters? So it makes some of the critters in my roster easier, some - much harder, to ship.

Who are other characters you ship your character with?

That'd be a list as long as my history of rping, which is over ten years hshshs, but if you ever curious specifically don't hesitate tot ask!

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Well, gotta acknowledge first that none of the critters here are mine so, there's that. But if you wanna write a specific storyline with me, yep, chances for it going your way rise if we are in contact! At the same time, nothing against winging it and seeing where it goes.

Are you ship-obsessed or ship more-or-less?

S-somewhere in between?

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

Don't have one.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Ah, probably spoiled that one already with previous answers kgjahgasl but welp, if you wanna test waters, feel free to just throw your critter at mine in any way and we can see how that goes. If you wanna have something pre-established tho, let's talk and figure it out together. If we've been writing for a while and you want to head that way, also let me know in any way that feels comfy for you.

Tagged by: @chikoyama thank youuuu!

Tagging: if you like the thingy, fill in the thingy! it may be helpful for other shippers out there uwu

[audhdsmiley]

give hate abt proshippers in proship tag and when ppl reply w valid arguments u keep saying over and over yr not capable of distinguishing fiction from reality and its kind of embarrassing all while providing no real evidence to any irl harm it can cause. its incredibly sad scrolling down like no amount at all and seeing u cut off a friend over this. idgaf abt how yr life goes i just hope u actually like think for a second instead of harassment over a kneejerk disgust reaction

Okay that’s a lengthy ask. First of all, I deleted the goddamn post so it shouldn’t even be there anymore. I’m not tryna backtrack or anything I just don’t want to continue this meaningless debate about something everyone involved has already made their mind up about. Secondly - you are on my TUMBLR. My tumblr is but a speck of dust of the contents of my life, you do not KNOW who this friend of mine is or what they are like. You do not know the previous events or the things that led up to me cutting them out of my life.

Not that I owe anyone an explanation about my relationships but trust me when I say the proshipping wasn’t the only reason, it was the final straw. And even if it wasn’t, not being cool with someone in your life gushing over fictional incest is not an invalid reason to drop them. If you’re allowed to ship what you ship, we’re also allowed to not want any part of it.

And the only “valid argument” I’ve received in my comments is “but it’s not hurting anybody since it’s fictional” which I addressed in the original post before people even wrote that. Fiction DOES affect reality and humans have always been affected by what is presented to them, be it art or television or whatever, but it’s obviously not as literal as saying that watching Godzilla means there’s a giant monster walking around destroying cities in our world.

If you want an example of fiction affecting reality, do some research on PROPAGANDA and how the regime in Germany during the 1940s used fiction to make their population compliant and to indoctrinate the youth. This is obviously an extreme example but it’s a pretty important one if we want to understand how stupid human beings are and how easily our monkey brains are convinced.

Now, I’m going to be really honest here and say that I am genuinely not used to the tumblr tagging system and did not realize using the proshipper tag would cause such a reaction, it wasn’t meant to and I did delete that hashtag from the post pretty quickly.

I am very capable of distinguishing fiction from reality but studies have been done that say that your attraction to fictional characters works the same as your attraction to real people - therefore your reaction to fiction in a lot of cases reflects how your brain reacts to certain things in general. The brain processes it the same, but i’d like to be directed to where I apparently said that fiction is the SAME as reality, because that seems like a misquote of what I did say.

One example of actual harm it could do is influencing children who are on the internet and end up seeing these things and thinking it’s okay. Young people are very impressionable and if this is a child in an abusive environment, these depictions of abusive relationships in a glamorized light could serve to further reinforce the child’s beliefs that this is OKAY.

Ok I’m done. Leave me alone about this now, please.

[spicymoonmenace]

Club AU FAQ

These are some questions I've typically gotten every so often or ones I think would be important enough to answer!

(I'll be updating this over time if more questions come up!)

Can I make my own Club AU?

I don’t own the concept of Sun/Moon/Eclipse working in a club, so by all means go for it! Obviously just don’t go using my specific characters/designs/lore/concept and please don't heavily base yours around mine. If you’re worried about something being too heavily inspired feel free to message me about it!

Can I make fanart?

Yes, absolutely! I’m very open to people drawing fanart for the Club AU, just credit me is all! Feel free to draw the boys with your original characters, fan characters, sonas, or yourself if you’d like too! Romantic/16+ sexy art is a-ok! Also please don't be afraid to keep tagging me if you happen to make a lot of art or feel like you're spamming me, I'm very happy and appreciative for all the art I receive!

Can I write stuff about the AU?

I’m ok with people writing stuff! However, I highly prefer you not write your own lore dense multi-chapter fic(s) based around what goes on in the club since I do plan to write an official fic eventually. I also highly prefer that you state somewhere in your writing that it’s non-canon and credit me. You’re more than welcome to write things with yourself, characters, or sonas getting into shenanigans with the boys. Again romantic/16+ sexy stuff is a-ok! Also please tag me cause I’d love to read it!!

Can I write or draw AU crossovers using the Club AU?

Yep, that’s fine! Just credit me, and also follow the rules of the previous question!

Can I make 18+/explicit art and/or writing for the AU?

I’m ok with N/S/F/W stuff AS LONG AS you are of age (18 years old or older), you tag/label your work properly, and you credit me. You're more than welcome to post your stuff on tumblr and tag me in it or send me asks with it, I just won't be reblogging it or posting your asks. If you post or link it on Twitter feel free to tag the 18+ Twitter (@club_eden_au)! If you post it on A03 you're more than welcome to link/gift/tag this blog or my A03 account!

Can I send N/S/F/W related questions?

I don't mind getting those kinds of asks, but if it's way too explicit then I'd prefer not to answer them! Casual 'spicy' questions are ok tho! (For example, I won't go into like extreme sexual detail about the boys (that'll be on twitter), but heavily suggestive stuff is ok!)

[slut4corbin]

Motorcycles And Date Nights (Chapter 5)

Note : *I think that this fanfiction is so cute, and normally I don't find mine cute!*

Summary : The reader and Baron Corbin both have a crush on each other but what happens when Baron asks the reader if she wants to go on a date with him

Warning (s) : Fluff and slight profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 721

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @sassymox @ava-valerie @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @mysticvampyre @nerdypanda20

*From previous chapter*

I woke up to the sound of Baron whispering sweet words in my ear and gently rubbing my shoulder. I rolled over, facing him. "Good morning, beautiful." He said, smiling. "Morning handsome." I replied, raising up off the bed and getting on top of him. "What are you doing?" Baron asked, quite confused. "Nothing. I just want to lay on top of you." I replied, laying down on him and burrying my face in the crook of his neck. "Y/N," Baron said, causing me to l my head. "Yes?" I replied. "Kiss me, please?" He asked with puppy dog eyes, and with that, I raised up and kissed him quite passionately, causing him to moan slightly.

After a few minutes of mine and Baron's hot make out session. I finally got off of him so we could get ready for the day. "You want to take a shower first?" Baron asked. "No, you can." I replied, looking up from my phone. "Okay, who are you texting?" He asked curiously. "Oh, just Paige and Carmella." I replied, showing him the texts. He nodded his head before walking to the bathroom and shutting the door. As soon as I knew he had turned on the shower, I quickly Facetimed Paige and Carmella. "Did you actually fuck him Y/N?" Carmella asked excitedly. "Yes." I replied, smiling, causing Carmella to basically squeal like a child on Christmas day. "You seem a little too excited." Paige said laughing, causing me to laugh as well. After a bit of talking, I finally heard the bathroom door open.

I quickly looked over in the direction of the door, and there stood Baron with a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair flowing over his shoulders. "What is it?" Paige asked obviously curious. "Oh, nothing, it's just Baron." I replied. "Can we talk to him?" Paige asked, hopeful. Instead of answering, I signaled Baron to come over to the bed, and with that, he walked over to the bed and sat down next time so Paige and Carmella could see him. "What's up." Baron said. "When are you going to ask out Y/N?" Carmella asked with hope in her eyes. "I dont know." He replied, smiling, causing me to lay my head on his upper arm. "You two are so fucking cute I swear." Carmella squealed once again. "Thanks." Me and Baron said at the same time, causing us to chuckle.

"I got to go." I said, ending the call. I instantly put my phone down on the bed and looked up at Baron, who was smiling. "Baron, I want to be your girlfriend, your wife, and the mother of your kids. I know it's way too early for marriage and kids." I said before sighing and looking at the blanket on the bed. Baron slowly brought his hand up and put it under my chin making me look at him. "Y/N, I want to have that future with you too, but right now, let's just focus on a relationship between us, got that." He said, still keeping eye contact with me. I nodded my head in response, sightly upset with what he said, but I understood the reasoning. "But anyways Y/N will you be my girlfriend?" Baron asked. "Yes," I replied, standing up and getting in between his legs. "What are you doing?" He asked. I said nothing. I just my hands on his chest and pushed him back on the bed.

I slowly got on top of him, and rubbed my clit along along his erection. "Babe, I have to get ready." He said. "Why?" I asked, pouting clearly, not wanting to get off of him. "I have to go to a meet and greet." He said, chuckling. "Oh, can I go?" I asked, getting off of him. "Sure." He replied, getting up and grabbing his clothes and walking back into the bathroom. While he was in the bathroom, I put my pants, bra, and shoes back on. After a few minutes, Baron walked out the bathroom. "You ready?" He asked. I nodded my head in response, and with that, we walked out of his room and down the stairs towards the door.

[daydreaming-in-daisies]

Relief (Jack White x Reader) [Chapter 5]

Author's Note: I have no idea who's about to read this since I haven't updated this since in like 2 years and the Jack White tag has tremendously died down since lol. Seriously, it's like a fucking ghost town in there sometimes. But I got bored and have honestly been wanting to finish this, so if you're still reading this or happened upon it then thank you!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of oral sex, unprotected sex (kinda... you'll see), soft domination

Summary: You're a massage therapist at a high end spa in Nashville and wind up getting Jack White as a client. After having your hands on him for an extended period of time, you decide to take things a bit further.

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"Lie down on the table." Jack whispered in my ear, voice deep and husky with arousal.

I obliged. A cold shiver shot down my spine as soon as I realized he would be taking the reins from this point forward. There was something about his tone of voice when he instructed me to lie down that evoked a sudden sense of eagerness from me. I was almost sure what was about to happen next. I was not only sure, but more than ready for it.

I unclasped my bra before standing up and tossed it to the floor. My nipples were completely stiff after having Jack's cock in my mouth. I looked up at him while he grabbed my hand to help me up. His eyes had briefly travelled down towards my chest, obviously to see what had been hiding under my uniform this whole time. He looked into my eyes before smiling and leaning in to kiss me once more. In the midst of such a euphoric moment, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I instinctually wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. His skin was comfortably warm as my hands roamed the back of his neck and shoulders, still lingering with the scent of peppermint.

The feeling of his lips against mine was nothing short of enthralling. He traced my mouth with delicate kisses while placing his hands on the undersides of my thighs to hold me up. His kisses were slow with just a hint of impatience, each one more electrifying than the previous. I gently winded my fingers in those loose waves of his while our tongues glided in each other's mouths. The rush of sensations we felt while kissing were maddening. His desire manifested in the form of hushed hums and groans. My excitement increased as our lips brushed against each other. We hadn't even had actual sex yet, but I still felt the same blissful, head-spinning sensation that occurs when I do.

Jack's torso felt strong and solid against my body. In combination with his arms wrapped securely around me, I felt a faint sense of protection from him. There was something about the way he held me close that made me safe. Within this dimly-lit room, all that mattered was making sure I tended to his needs and made him feel good. As our time together progressed, that feeling gradually evolved into something mutual.

I let go of his lips and tossed my head back, uttering a trembled "oh god" out loud through gritted teeth. Jack nestled himself in the hollow my neck and placed those ticklish-feeling kisses of his all throughout, causing me to slightly part my mouth. I was still soaking wet, this time, ever so subtly grinding against him to give myself a bit of alleviation without completely eliminating all of my arousal. Just barely moaning while doing so, Jack noticed this and seconds later turned and delicately placed me on the table.

Jack took a step towards the massage table and straddled me, careful to land gently atop me. Our communication had become almost totally nonverbal at this point. Our eyes met once again and all I could do was release a shy giggle, trying to contain my excitement as he smiled back and leaned in to kiss my neck again, this time taking care to travel further down and give the rest of my body the same treatment. His open-mouthed caresses steadily made their way down to my breasts as he tenderly placed his hands on my sides. His hand placement kept me comfortably still while I reveled in this docile state. His tongue lightly flicked over my right nipple, clearly a sensitive spot as my chest began to heave and soft whines escaped my lips.

My hips started to buck against him. He had just started touching me and I was already beginning to break down. I craved him. I craved feeling his weight on top of me. His hips hurriedly thrusting against mine. His cock buried in me, fucking me until my body went limp and I was mindlessly begging for him. I so badly wanted all of that. But at the same time, I wanted to be patient. I relished in adoration he was giving my body. He wrapped his lips around my breast while his tongue grazed against my bud. He lightly bit down on it before lazily giving tiny licks along my nipple. He transitioned to the left side, leaving my right glinting with his saliva.

"Yeah, keep going." I breathed. I tried my best to control myself, but he could hear the eagerness in my voice. My hand affectionately stroked the back of his neck. My eyes were becoming hazy while his hands gently caressed my sides in an up and down fashion. Almost as if Jack was trying to calm me down and keep me from any sort of early release.

"Just relax, sweetheart." he coaxed in a whispered tone. The warmth of his hands against my body gave me such a sense of comfort. I loved hearing his brief sighs and grunts while his tongue worked along my body. Every inch of me was on fire. The anticipation of what all of this would lead to kept me shuddering as Jack's lips traced my torso with wispy licks and nibbles. Every kiss he gave to my body evoked some kind of physical reaction, whether it was a desperate moan, a sharp inhale, or me simply squirming with impatience. His lips were down to my stomach, seemingly taking his time to tease me by slowly covering every square inch of me.

I realized he was teasing me in a similar fashion that I was earlier. His hands coasted down to my hips and carefully slid my panties off. Once my final article of clothing had been removed, his hands moved over to my thighs and pried them open with a look of pure hunger on his face. I was slick and completely wet, I was throbbing all for him. He noticed how wet I had gotten and ran his thumb over my clit several times, a needy whine once again left me.

"Oh, fuck." I cried.

He pulled me forward and buried himself in between my legs and started with a slow, yet bold lick. His lips and tongue were hungrily delving into me as he held me down by my hips. The shaky panting that escaped my throat only encouraged him to further work his mouth on my cunt. My stomach began to slowly but surely knot up as sharp, nearly uncontrollable throbs overtook my core. I was in love with the feeling of this man on me: his hands pressing my hips into the massage table, his head in between my thighs, his dark waves brushing against the skin on my inner thighs, his tongue sensually lapping at the most sensitive bundle of nerves in my body, my eyes rolling at the back of my head, and my body periodically convulsing at this intense feeling. All of this supplied my body with an unbelievable adrenaline rush.

"Oh my fucking god," I whimpered. My eyes were still closed, heightening the whole experience. I had become so sensitive to even the slightest touch that being eaten out felt so jarring. My breath had hitched at that initial lick and I had gradually fallen apart from there.

Shuddering in enjoyment, I lazily opened my eyes to get another look at Jack. His eyes were dark and trained on me. He made sure our eyes met while he slipped his tongue in and out. My mind had seemingly stopped working, as all I could do was release wordless cries and moans. His hands gripped me tighter has he continued to bury his tongue into my clit. The pitch in my breathing had crescendoed to pained high-pitched whines. My head was fucking spinning as he ate me out. All of our previous contact combined the sudden waves of pleasure I was experiencing had reduced me to a writhing mess begging to get fucked by the man whom I was supposed to be giving pleasure.

He removed his mouth from my swollen clit and lifted his head, eyes still focused on my lower body while prying my thighs open just a little wider than before. He sighed in contentment. His oiled chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.

"That's right, baby." he cooed. He stared at me once again with a subtle smirk growing on his face. He longingly stroked my thighs with his veined, pale fingers ghosting over my skin. "Let me make you feel good." I had become so fucking brainless that I could only react with a stuttered "uh huh" followed by a lazy nod in agreement. He was definitely taking amusement in my desperation. He loved that my once professional demeanor had little by little deteriorated into a much more submissive, uninhibited personality. "Only fair, right?" he cutely chuckled, revealing that charming smile of his again.

I focused on his lips, which had darkened to a strawberry-pink color, glistening from having his mouth buried in me. Fuck. That was an image I was never going to get out of my head.

"Yeah," I purred, finally uttering an actual word.

He dipped his head into me once again. This time sucking at my clit, just knowing how sensitive I was. My lips parted, yet no noise came out other than a few tiny hitched breaths. "Jack." I whimpered, trying to get his attention. The way his tongue felt in me made me lightheaded. My body quivered in shock with every suck he took. He was taking all the time he could to explore me with his mouth. His left hand lifted off of my thigh and he slowly slid his index finger in me. My heart dropped and I instantly let a shattered moan escape me, this one much louder than before. My heart rate sped up as he steadily pumped his finger into me. The combination of both his finger and his tongue fucking me made me impossibly wet. I had reached a level of sexual stimulation that felt unreal. He gradually increased the speed of his hand movements while his mouth and tongue remained to flick and suck in smooth, unhurried motions. There I was, totally spread out and panting on the massage table in a complete light-headed daze with a stream of whimpers, squeals, and "fucks" fanning from my lips. The juxtaposition between the two paces only added to my stimulation. I was surely on the brink of an orgasm. Jack looked up at me again, the satisfaction clearly displayed in his eyes.

I felt Jack's hand adjust itself again, this time adding his middle finger and ever-so-slightly opening me up. I jolted up and forward, I felt like I had lost complete control of my body in the best way possible. The satisfied grunts that came from him after acquiring better access practically reverberated throughout my body. His tongue was buried even deeper in me with now two fingers slipping in and out. "Oh fuck, yes, Jack." I cried. Jack lowly hummed in return. It was obvious that I was about to cum. I had tried my hardest to contain my orgasm, but all that did was produce pent up sexual frustration that had to be released. Jack could surely tell.

"You want more, baby?" he whispered in between licks.

I closed my eyes and exhaled "please" in relief. In one effortless motion, his two fingers curled upward and made a smooth, rocking movement. Jack briefly removed his face from me and his glistening lips curled into a closed mouth smile and snickered at my plea. He upped the pace of his fingers, which had never stopped working. "That what you want?" His tone of voice indicated carnal desire laced with just a hint of snarky playfulness. His right hand stroked my inner thigh. "Oh my god," I gasped. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Fuck me." I begged. "Please fuck me, I'm so fucking close." His tongue met my folds again with more bold laps and sucks, still with his fingers rocking back and forth inside of me.

He started doing small pulses with his fingers and no longer could I contain myself. This absolutely did it for me. My back immediately arched, mouth open, eyes shut, head cushioning into the table with the most lewd and impassioned moan I had released yet. It was drawn out while my orgasm hit me with what felt like a sudden wave. My entire body convulsed as I came all over his mouth and fingers, which had become undoubtedly drenched with my cum as he removed his lips from me. His lips and chin were even shinier than before after such an overflow.

I collapsed into the table with a massive exhale. I stared at the ceiling and took a few moments simply to zone out, breathe, and allow my senses to calm. Jack took this opportunity to take a breather as well. In the midst of my daze, I felt a familiar weight on top of my body break my concentration. My head was slightly off to my left side. I felt him give a few light pecks along my jawline and I closed my eyes again. My arms wrapped themselves around Jack's body, hands skimming his back and feeling the softness of his skin. The physical closeness we had in this moment had me swooning. It was pure skin-to-skin contact, no clothing, towels, or other physical barriers to keep us from feeling each other. He felt my fingers faintly running all over his back while I felt his chest rising and falling atop mine. While I savored every little kiss he gave to my jaw and neck, he embraced the feeling of our hips pressed together and his cock getting practically taunted by my folds against him.

"That felt so good, Jack." I cooed in his ear.

"Oh yeah?" he whispered. A few strands of his hair were tickling the right side of my face as I hummed and giggled in response. "Everything you've done has felt amazing, darling." he continued.

His praise made me weak. "I just wanted to give you what you needed." I responded innocently, my hand now fondling the back of his neck. Jack's cock was fully hard again, still pressed against my core and practically begging for me to let him enter.

"Fuck yeah, you did." he breathed.

His hips started to move against mine, "you gave me exactly what I needed, sweetheart"

My lips parted, vocalizing a tiny, sharp inhale in response. "Oh god." I murmured.

Jack exhaled and lifted his body, adjusting his head to look right at me. I spread my legs further in response, gazing back at him with wide eyes that begged for penetration. His breath was hot and heavy, he was definitely on the brink of giving in and completely taking over my body.

"Time for me to give you what you need, yeah?" he placed his hand on his cock and began teasing my folds by rubbing tiny circles in me. My breath hitched and Jack let out a low groan. "God, yes." I moaned. I gave him a brief but lustful kiss to his lips, I could faintly taste myself on him. "Please." I begged. I reached my hand over to stroke his hair. "Please, Jack." I was so fucking desperate. No words were spoken from him, just light panting. Jack looked at me up down, still just barely entered in me. I felt his hips move again, this time rocking forward.

Finally. Fucking finally. Here we go...

[pebblysand]

aren't you embarrassed to be a fan of something written by a transphobic antisemite

okay. i deleted the previous anons relating to this earlier today and didn't respond when they were outright death threats/hate accusing me of transphobia, sent to me all afternoon simply because i got called an "adult HP fan" by OP (for context, see here). truth is: i didn't want to show what "side" this hate was coming from. i think it's very detrimental to the cause, and actually harms trans people at large. this being said, i've fucking had it now, so i will respond.

first of all (and this is anecdotal, at this point), i fucking stand by what i said this afternoon about the original post. the post itself was fucking ludicrous. it meant nothing, was the epitome of someone trying to sound clever using words that held absolutely no substance in context (which is elitist and nauseating), was deeply ignorant and demeaning of an art form that has existed for centuries, and the author was incredibly hypocritical in their response to the backlash they received - not only from myself but from other creators. the fact that i've been receiving hate from their followers all afternoon and that "adult HP fan" was the only actual "argument" they could come back with actually proves my point. cleary, i have hit a nerve, lol.

obviously, as someone who has an entire podcast dedicated to the art and craft of fanfiction, the fact that these ignorant opinions "exposing" fanfiction as a "lesser" art form that "missed the boat on narrative multivalence" (whatever the fuck that means?) are still getting posted and reblogged on tumblr (of all places) is truly incredible. a friend of mine (who i'm not going to tag here because i don't want them to get hate), likened it to: going to Disney and saying all the people there are stupid and not doing their vacation right. While they themselves are at Disney. how's that for "complex figurative language," eh?

secondly (and most importantly, in my opinion), you and your idiotic friends think you're fighting the good fight, right? congratulations on your moral high ground. i have news for you: there are few things more harmful to the trans cause & community than sending death threats/hate to people on the internet. it makes you sound insane. and, you know who wants to make you sound insane? fucking transphobes.

this type of behaviour is so harmful to the trans community. it is so harmful to trans activists around the world who try and make educated, well-articulated points that support trans rights as basic human rights. (which, for the record, they are). and, as someone who does actually support the community, nothing makes me angrier than getting this sort of hate online. because, what if i didn't support the community? you think all the death threats and hate i've been receiving all afternoon would change that? you are not doing anything, here, to support the trans community. you are actually harming it by cheapening and endangering the point that countless people are trying so hard to make to our people and government. and, for what? to suit your own sense of righteousness and entitlement. it makes me sick. and, you should be embarrassed and ashamed of yourself.

this is the bloody reason trans rights aren't progressing. because for every death threat and hate comment there is a bigot at the other end who uses those to "prove" that trans people are crazy and a menace to society. i am beyond furious at this. and, here i am, deleting half the hate i got this afternoon because i don't want to harm the cause by posting it. because i tell myself that posting it will be one more "proof" for the bigots to latch on. fuck you.

this is revolting and fucking disgusting.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Desperate (Feelings Pt. 3)

FWB/Boyfriend (labels blurry)! Jay x fem. bodied reader; smut; car sex

Word Count: 2.17k words

Mellow speaks: Tada!! Part 3 of Feelings is finally here, for everyone who waited and requested! I hope you guys enjoy reading this, and since I have been requested to turn this into a series instead, I'll see what can be done with it xoxo.

Previous Parts: Feelings Part 1 Mine (Feelings Part 2)

Tagging: @enhabb

Internally rolling your eyes, you try to keep up your cheerful demeanor, forcing a smile onto your face as you listen to people yap about heaven knows what. Out of the corner of your eye, you sneak a glance at the person whose attention you have been trying to catch, only to find that he isn't batting so much as an eyelash at you, completely immersed in stupid game of pool with his friends. Sighing, you take yet another sip of your drink, feeling the bitter liquid slowly fill up your senses.

Had an outsider been looking at you, they would have wondered why you won't simply walk up to and strike up a conversation the man who has your attention. What they don't know, however, is that this is exactly how things have always been between the two of you. Having started out as friends, Jay and you had soon found yourselves becoming more, the late nights spent with each other resulting in physical desires. You had intended to stay that way, but things had obviously taken a turn, feelings making their way into your equation, completely uninvited.

And so, even months after admitting that there was something more than just physical attraction between you, the labels were still blurry. But the rules definitely weren't. You weren't like the average couple that insisted on being lovey-dovey (or rather, "gag-worthy" as you liked to refer to them), and instead, chose to make your feelings known by causing the other to be jealous. Sure, to anyone else's eyes, the whole setup would have looked demented, toxic even, but to the two of you, it was all a game. A game to see who ended up bowing first. And today, you seemed to be on the losing side.

Shaking your head, you take in a deep breath, as a way of reminding yourself that you can't give up so easily. Sneaking another glance at Jay, you decide to put the plan that's brewing in your mind, to action. Getting up from your seat, you saunter over to him, standing right behind his form as you try to suppress the smirk gracing your lips. Slowly, you wrap your arms around his torso from behind, catching him by surprise and causing him to miss his target. Turning his head slightly, he can't help but quirk his eyebrow at you, not taking long to sense the change in your demeanor.

"Something the matter, babe?," he asks, the way the nickname rolls off his tongue still sounding foreign to you because it lacks the lewd connotation you've come to associate it with. Smirking, you say, "Nope. Was just missing you," turning him around to look at your face, which clearly betrays your hidden intentions. "Aww, can't go a ten minutes without me, can you?," he coos, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, before leaning close to your ear. "Such a desperate slut," he whispers, before pulling away, smirking.

Rolling your eyes, you turn around on your heels, swaying your hips as you make your way back to the counter. Unlocking your phone, you shoot a quick message to Jay, looking back over your shoulder, only to find him clutching his phone tightly as he reads the notification from you. "We'll soon see who the desperate one really is," it says, and while he does find your confidence annoying, he can't wait to see what evilness you have up your sleeve this time. He doesn't have to wait for long though, as the moment you return back to your original spot, you don't waste a single second in joining the conversation you were initially a part of, this time much more engrossed than you were before.

Five minutes later finds you looking Jay's way once again, grinning internally when you notice him staring at you blankly, not seeming too happy about the way you are talking animatedly to the people around you. Wanting to elicit a stronger reaction from him, you decide to lean closer to one particular guy, throwing an arm over his shoulder and laughing a little too excitedly at the jokes he cracks. It doesn't take said guy long to take the hint, the mischievous glint in your eyes telling him you want more. And that's exactly when things start to get more heated, his face inching closer to yours as he whispers random nothings in your ear while his hand strokes your cheek ever so softly.

Smiling, you lean into his touch, feeling bad inside for leading him on when all you want is to have Jay's face between your legs. Your unassuming prey continues to flirt shamelessly with you, blissfully unaware of the way your gaze shifts to Jay through the corner of your eye every so often. You can see him looked pissed, his calm composure steadily inching towards its destruction as he continues to glare at the pair of you. The man in front of you, meanwhile, seems to have taken the hint a bit too well, considering the fact that you now find him leaning in, ready to place his lips onto yours, his hand inching up your thigh and almost slipping under the hem of your skirt. It's like that night at the club all those months ago, but this time, you know how to respond. And so, closing your eyes, you will all thoughts away from your head as his lips finally connect with yours, in a kiss that's a little too sweet and a little too sloppy for your liking. But you still kiss him back, trying to spice things up and give a show to your supposed "boyfriend."

Throwing your hands around the guy's shoulders, you pull him closer, practically sitting on his lap as you continue to make out with him in public. After a couple minutes, you pull away, sneaking a glance at Jay, who seems positively livid by now, his eyes dark as he continues to watch you. Smirking, you lean into your partner's ear, voice dropping to a whisper as you suggest going back to your place. He's more than happy to oblige, taking your hand as he starts leading you out of the arcade.

No sooner have you stepped outside the entrance though, that you feel your hand being jerked back. Turning around, you can't help the smirk on your face as you watch Jay take hold of your partner's collar. "What the hell-," he begins, only to be cut off. "Where do you think you're going with what's mine, huh?," Jay asks, seething as he frees your hand from the other's grasp, only to grip your wrist a little too tight. "Jay stop, you're hurting me," you say, but his reply sends shivers down your spine as he says, "Just you wait, love. I'll show you what hurts." And with that, he begins dragging you away once again, akin to that night from several months ago. Looking back over his shoulder, and calls out to the other guy, saying, "Don't you dare being seen near Y/N again." Letting him pull you away, you gently giggle to yourself before asking, "So. Does that mean I win?" The grip on your tightens as you hear him reply, saying, "We'll soon find out who the winner is, love."

Barely five minutes later, you find yourself being rudely slammed against the door of Jay's car, finally feeling his lips slam against yours as his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him as his tongue glides against your bottom lip, making your skin tingle with the familiar feeling of excitement that comes from being near him. Getting your fingers entangled in his hair, you let out a soft whine as he begins grinding against you, making him smirk as he pushes his tongue past your parted lips and into your mouth. You continue kissing for a few minutes that feel no less than hours, wetness already pooling between your thighs at the slightest touch from him. Pulling away, you whimper a weak "Want you," a yelp escaping your lips as he yanks you away from the door. "Oh baby, I'll have you begging for me in no time," is all he says, pulling the door open and folding the front seats forward.

The very next moment, you're being roughly thrown onto the backseat, Jay climbing in and shutting the door closed behind him. "Jay I-," you begin, only to be cut off by the feeling of his lips against yours once more. Getting lost in the kiss, you fail to notice the way his hands snake down your body, rolling up your skirt, his mind silently thanking the fact his car is big enough to allow you to do the dirty without being seen, owing to the tinted windows. Pulling away, he is quick to pull your panties down, take them off your feet and signaling for you to sit up in order to give him space. You oblige, positioning yourself in a way that allows him to push your thighs apart, dipping his face down and right in front of your already soaking cunt. "So wet for me," he mutters, licking up your folds in one swift move. Biting down on your lip, you merely roll your eyes at the comment, not finding it in yourself to deny the accusation. After all, you know he isn't wrong. He has that effect on you, bringing you down on your knees with a simple glance.

Taking your silence for agreement, Jay lets a smirk grace his lips as his tongue continues to assault your core, picking up the pace with each stroke. "This cunt is mine," he sys, alternating between entering your hole and teasing your folds, his forefinger and thumb soon joining in, rubbing circles on your clit. His efforts finally succeed in eliciting a moan from you, and once you start, it's like a flood unleashes, moans and whimpers slipping past your lips as you arch your back in pleasure. Your hands move to tug on his hair, pushing him even closer his target. To your surprise, the move causes a moan to escape his lips this time, the vibrations sending you reeling as his mouth continues to work wonders on you. He has you cumming in record time, expertly lapping up every last drop of your release.

Body shuddering from your orgasm, you gently push Jay's shoulders, signaling for him to lie down on his back. He complies, hand holding yours as you get on your knees, palming him through his jeans before popping the button open and sliding the fabric down his legs. His boxers soon follow suit, his hardened member finally out in the open. Lowering your lips down on him, you gently suck on his dick, swirling your tongue around his girth a couple times before pulling away. His eyes follow your form as you shift your body so that you're sitting on the folded front seat, rummaging around in the glove compartment. You soon emerge victorious, smirking softly before tearing the condom wrapper and rolling it down his length. Once you're done, Jay doesn't waste a single moment pulling you close to himself once more, helping you as you throw your legs on either side of his torso, lowering yourself down on him slowly. Feeling him fill you up, you start rolling your hips around, hissing at the sensation of him inside you. His hands quickly make their way to your thighs, guiding you as you begin bouncing up and down, his length moving in and out of you. Smirking at the sight, Jay lets his hands wander once more, slipping under your skimpy top and fiddling with the cups of your bra, before pushing them up, playing with your boobs. The car soon fogs up, sounds of your moans filling up every nook and corner as the both of you arch your backs in pleasure.

Soon enough, you feel the knot in your stomach growing once more, pushing you closer to your edge as you continue to move around on Jay. Deciding to speed things up, he starts slowly thrusting into you as well, rolling his dick around in the hopes of making you cum. He doesn't have to wait longer either, as a couple thrusts are all it takes to make you come undone, your release seeping out your cunt and onto his sheathed length. Knowing he still needs a minute or two to reach his own orgasm, you continue to bounce on his length, waves of pleasure seeping through your body. Your moves have him cumming in no time, the condom soaking with his seed as he holds you close, pulling you down to place a kiss on your lips.

You stay like that for a few minutes, simply basking in each other's presence after an intense battle of nerves. That is, until he pokes your sides, smirking as he says, "Come on. I got a game of pool to win."

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE SIX || AFTER RAIN

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + zenin maki + inumaki toge + panda from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of death + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 25 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 2.6k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : curse womb must die II

↳ next episode : assault 

↳ barista’s notes : hey hey hey~ let me admit, i have no idea how to write the next episode since you don’t see anyone in them except for gojo and itadori (domain expansion episode) ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ so i might have to improvise something now...BUT there’s nothing much happening in this episode, so i hope you still enjoy it even when there is no action or anything interesting going on ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter

2.5 for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique 

no cursed spells used this episode...

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing

“We’re in!” Fushiguro and Kugisaki simultaneously answered with determined looks on their faces before turning back to look at you, waiting for your answer.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, you knew that you had no way out of this since they looked so motivated for you to join, even if you disagreed with them.

“This is such a drag, but fine, I’ll join in too,” you replied with a small smile on your face leading them to nod at you before turning back to your seniors.

“But if I decided this training and exchange event is pointless, I’m quitting instantly,” Kugisaki mentioned.

“Same here,” Fushiguro commented, causing you to kick both of them on the back much to their surprise.

“So you drags make me do this event, only for you to dip when it’s pointless for you, besides I heard there are some interesting sorcerers in the Kyoto side, so prepare yourselves,” you stated before stepping down the few steps you were in front of before standing between them.

“Well, people this cocky are all more worthwhile to train,” Panda mentioned with his arms folded with a determined look on his face.

“Bonito flakes,” Inumaki said in a softer tone.

Looking up to the sky, you couldn’t help but brisk in the sunlight that was shining lightly down upon you, leading you to raise your hand over your face in order to not be blinded.

‘I wonder how I’m going to hide from this one now?’

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“You’re late, Megumi,” Zenin obviously mentioned, as her head was turned with what seemed like to be a wooden combat pole in her hand as it casually leaned against her shoulder.

“Kelp,” Inumaki stated, as he was sitting on the ground, also having his head turned to look at the Shikigami user, ignoring what seemed to be a race between Kugisaki and Panda going on behind him.

“What were you doing?” Maki asked curiously, as Fushiguro made his way down the stone steps towards his upperclassman while zipping up his blue track top.

“What does it matter?” Fushiguro then questioned, not giving the weapon-wielder sorcerer a clear answer since he thought there was no need sharing the fact that he went to visit the mother of the man (that Itadori want to save) that had been killed by the special-grade curse back at Eushi Detention Centre to pay his condolences.

“Zenin-senpai...what kinds of people do you want to save as a jujutsu sorcerer?” Fushiguro queried, as he processed to stare down upon the ground trying to hide his emotions to compose his stoic nature, causing the mentioned sorcerer to turn her head once again to look at the other student.

“Huh? It’s not like I care if my actions save anyone,” Zenin answered in a matter-of-fact tone, causing Fushiguro to look to the side with an ‘I’m done’ expression.

“I shouldn’t have asked,” Fushiguro muttered in a lowered tone, leading Zenin to instantly become annoyed as she eyed at the erratic-haired boy with instant irritations in her eyes as well as expression.

Suddenly…

“FUSHIGURO! Quit asking interview prep questions! Switch with me! I’m sick of these school uniforms! Let me go buy some cute tracksuits!” Kugisaki shouted in a fit of rage, as she was strangely spun around in a dizzy circle like she was at a funfair circus as a clueless gymnast before being thrown in the air by Panda.

“What are those two doing?” Fushiguro confusingly asked as he watched the amusing sight process while his classmate landed on the floor.

“Falling practice!” Panda announced as he pointed his finger in the air like what he was doing was obviously.

“Mustard leaf,” Inumaki stated as if to confirm Panda’s answer, as he too looked at the ridiculous scene.

“You’re both weak in close quarters, after all,” Panda stated, as he informed his younger classmen on why what he was doing, made sense to the training that he had planned.

“By the way, where is Y/N? She was with you when you both left to do whatever you were doing,” Zenin questioned, as she looked around the area behind her to see if you were there since she did miss your presence the last time you both met.

“She said she needed to go somewhere important, but will be back as quick as possible,” Fushiguro recalled, as he remembers after you both met with Tadashi’s mother, you informed him that you had to go somewhere for the time being, but didn’t tell him where you were exactly heading off to.

“That’s fine, I guess,” Maki replied back as she processed to swing around the wooden pole she had in her hand with such grace and accuracy before continuing with, “if what that idiot Gojo said to us about her is true, she could beat all of us in an instant, she’ll probably be perfect in the individual’s battle,”.

“Okay, land a blow on us,” Zenin stated, with her palm out, as if inviting Fushiguro to attack her.

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“I’m here, mother”

As of right now, you were holding a small bouquet of a beautiful arrangement of blue hydrangeas paired with white roses with some incense sticks in one hand, while the other was holding a wooden tub filled with water with a wooden ladle as well as a plastic white bag with items you quickly brought from the corner store causing you to quickly place your items down before leaving the delicate bouquet in a safe area.

Digging through the white plastic bag, you pulled out a cloth before removing the stubborn tags that refused to be taken off as you processed to soak the material before beginning to wipe down the marble gravestone that towered you as your crouched down before cleaning the vase that you had also brought from the corner store - yet you were surprised at the fact there were no weeds to be pulled.

After you had quickly clean the gravestone, you picked up the incense sticks in their rightful holder before lighting them up with a match (that you also brought from the store) before carefully removing the paper that held the flowers to gently place the floral plants in the same neat arrangement in the now cleaned vase.

Making sure the china vase was placed in the middle, you grabbed the wooden ladle that was in the wooden bucket, making sure it had enough water before standing back up on your feet to pour the clear liquid over the grave as you then placed the ladle back into the bucket.

Placing your hands together in prayer, before internally thanking your mother for protecting you as well as expressing your gratitude for her.

“They’re your favourite flowers right?” you gently asked, as you stared down at the flowers that were beautifully sitting in the vase. “Those were really expensive you know, I wonder how you were able to buy them so often without any regrets,” you muttered with a small smile before crouching back down as if you were going to look eye to eye with the gravestone like your mother was going to be sitting in front of you.

“I've been found…but...I wasn’t as bad as I suspected, the people at Jujutsu Tech are such drags but they’re really nice people,” you expressed, as you continued with, “I’m sorry I took so long to visit, you know Sendai to Tyoko is a really long journey, technically that’s both our faults since we agreed that we wanted to rest in Tokyo if we did pass,”.

Looking at the marble stone in front of you, you could see the thin smoke of incense that was slowly swirling into the air, as if it was trying to hypnotise you with its graceful movements. However, even though you knew you had to get back to Jujutsu Tech as quick as you could, you couldn’t help but utter a few more words to your late mother.

“I miss you mum”

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“Ah- am I late?”

At this current moment in time, it seemed like training had taken a pause since everyone was seated somewhere close to the stone stairs that lead the way down to the track field.

“Where were you? I needed you to train Megumi more,” Zenin asked, as you carefully made your way down the stairs with another white plastic bag in hand before making your way to your upperclassmen with one hand holding each handle, leaving an opening that was large enough to let her have a view on the contents inside.

“Sorry, I was visiting someone, but I got you guys some refreshments since I know you all were going to be tired by the time I came. Oh! The orange juice is mine by the way,” you mentioned, as you swiftly grabbed the orange carton from the bag as if someone was going to steal it if you didn’t.

Smiling at you, Zenin leaned away from the tree bark to see what she could choose from the bag, before reaching in, to grab that bottle of water as her choice before you processed to hold the bag around for everyone to get a pick on what beverage they wanted before you took a seat on the steps between Fushiguro and Inuamki.

“Where’s Kugisaki?” you asked in curiosity, as you looked around the fielded area only to not find your classmate leading Fushiguro to explain to you that she went out to buy a tracksuit since she didn’t have one, causing you to realise that you probably needed to change later but for now, you didn’t find being in your school uniform since the slit on the side of your long skirt, made it easier to move as well as deal with the warm environment that was coming in for the season at the moment.

“Gojo, your katana is a cursed weapon right?” Fushiguro asked, causing you to look at him weirdly after stabbing the straw into the carton before giving him a nod as a way to reply to his question.

“I agreed with the others that supplementing my close combat with weapons is the best choice right now, but with my cursed technique, I want to be able to free both hands at any time, with katanas, you lose time sheathing them,” Fushiguro explained, as he placed the pads of his fingers together while looking down at them.

“How do you carry your weapon when your cursed technique is used by your hands as well, also how did you manage to hide the chain attached at the end?” Fushiguro asked as he looked up at you, only to be surprised when he saw you looking at him with an annoyed expression.

‘That’s one way to somewhat expose me, I guess’

“I can utilise my technique by using only one hand, although there are times when I have to use both hands like you. However, I rarely unsheathe my katana, so it usually hangs on my back,” you described, causing Fushiguro’s to concentrate on you, trying to understand your technique since it seemed more complicated then you made it look at your battle with Sukuna.

“About the chain, the red charm cancels the chain being constructed since it will use my cursed energy, not a lot for me, but it’s a drag since I need the extra bit. When the charm is off, I use my curse energy to conceal before clicking my fingers to reveal it, if I want to, and when I use two hands, I can use the chain to pull it back,” you explained, causing the second-years to be surprised at the amount of cursed energy you have to use to employ such a simple weapon - maybe it wasn’t as simple as they intentionally thought.

“How much cursed energy do you possess, Y/N?” Panda asked as he placed his paw on his chin in a thinking posture, only for Fushiguro to answer the question.

“She has a lot more than she is showing right now, I don’t know how but she can hide it,” Fushiguro stated, causing you to smack the back of his head before placing the neglected straw back to your lips since you were desperately craving the citrus content that was in the carton.

“Zenin-senpai, you often carry more than two around with you, right? How do you do that?” Fushiguro queried as he rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain you had given him.

“I made Panda carry them,” Zenin answered, as she pointed at the classmate leading to the animal sorcerer to proudly show off his muscles as if to inform you and Fushiguro on how strong he was.

“I shouldn’t have asked, part two,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath, causing you to giggle internally at the statement as you wondered what he must have asked the first time since ‘part two’ was in the sentence.

“Some sorcerers keep cursed spirits that can store and retrieve objects,” Panda presented a well-thought idea, even though there was a disadvantage to that.

“He can’t do that. It’s a rare thing and it takes time to tame them, as well. But if you find any, let me know,” Zenin countered, before Panda replied for the payment he wanted if he ever finds a curse for her, causing you to zone out from the conversation as you processed to stare down at the step before you, that was slightly darkened by the shade of your shadow.

In curiosity, you took a side glance at your classmate only to notice that he was in deep thought, leaving you to figure something out for him while he thought of his own solution.

‘His shikigami uses shadows for a medium, then if that is the case…’

Using your hand that was occupied with your orange juice, you leaned forwards slightly, letting the tips of your fingers touch the stone step below you while making them land in the middle of your shadow.

“I think you can do that,” you stated in a quiet tone, causing Fushiguro to look in your direction only to see you staying still in the position that you had set yourself in before slowly pulling yourself back up to sit in a normal position, leading Fushiguro to go back to what he was in deep thought about.

‘I don’t get it, though. Why...did you run back then? What a waste of talent, but the girl back at that place, she knows how to use her technique extremely well’

“You possess such intellect, such skill, such power and such talent and yet you refuse to go against me with your full potential, are you mocking me?”

‘I have the potential to beat special grades? Is that what he meant by that?’ Fushiguro thought, before turning to look at you to discover you were looking into the distance while continuously sipping on your orange juice like the addict you were. 

‘What was she trying to tell me? It seemed like L/N knows something...intellect?’

Slowly but curiously, Fushiguro began to reciprocate your previous movements by letting his hand touch the step between his legs before waiting for a second to see what you were trying to inform him, only for his hand to steadily go deeper into his shadow leading him to widen his eyes at this discovery.

“Tuna, tuna,” Inumaki mentioned, as he pointed at Fushiguro since he noticed what he was doing, leading Zenin and Panda to look at their classmate wanting to know what he was trying to bring their attention to.

“Huh? What?” Zenin asked in confusion, before turning her head in the shikigami user’s direction to realise what he was doing.

“Senpai, I think I can do it,” Fushiguro stated with a rare smile, before looking in your direction once again to see you were still staring at the field in front of you.

‘Such intellect…’

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[witchyweasley]

Intoxicating - Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Staying away from Fred Weasley is harder than you expect, not that you tried very hard though.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, oral (female receiving)

A/N: I’m sorry this took a bit longer to get out. Things will probably slow down a bit thanks to classes and having to do college things. But I will still be posting on here! This one was also a bit of a struggle for me, so I’m sorry if it’s not the best.

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Waking up in a strange room is never fun, but waking up naked in a familiar room with no recollection of the previous night may be worse. I felt an arm wrapped around my waist and faint breathing on my back. The room was filled with quidditch memorabilia and failed gag gift prototypes. Fuck.

Sure enough, when I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of firey red hair. Fred Weasley was cuddled up to me, completely naked and sleeping soundly. I tried to slip out from his arms, only to be dragged back to him. Even in his sleep he’s stronger than me.

I told myself not to do this again, but drunk me never seems to listen when it comes to Fred. We’ve been close friends since Hogwarts, but never anything more than that. But the minute my lips taste firewhiskey, the only other thing they want to taste is Fred, and I’m not good at ignoring temptation.

It’s not that I don’t like Fred, in fact it’s quite the opposite. I’ve fancied Fred since our 6th year, I just didn’t realize it until I felt the pang of jealousy as I watched him dance the night away with Angelina. I just don’t think Fred fancies me. Our drunken hookups started quickly after Angelina ended their relationship, so I think it’s more of a rebound for him.

I honestly don’t know, we never talk about it sober.

I tried to move again, successfully slipping out of his grip this time by sneaking a pillow into his arms. I watched as he nuzzled the pillow, his cheeks flushed red and his messy hair glowed in the sunlight. I gathered up my outfit from the previous night that was now strewn across the room, slipping it on quietly. Fred stirred in the bed as I opened the door, but I made sure to move quickly so that he wouldn’t see me.

This is the third time I’ve snuck out of his apartment now. I’m not even sure if he knows we’ve slept together. I always leave before he fully wakes up, and he doesn’t act like anything has happened between us when we meet up with our Hogwarts friend groups for tea.

If I’ve learned anything through this, it’s that I should not be drinking around Fred Weasley.

•

“Are you sure you’re okay with being the only sober person there?” Ginny asked as she combed through her long hair.

“I’ll be fine. I haven’t exactly been making good decisions when I’m drunk, so I need at least one party where I don’t feel bad the next day,” I laughed.

“Yeah, where were you last time?” Ginny asked.

“Nowhere,” I said quickly.

“I know you weren’t in your room,” Ginny said matter-of-factly.

“It doesn’t matter where I was, Gin,” I said.

“Fine, as long as they were hot it’s fine by me,” she shrugged. I rolled my eyes and laughed, following her out the door to head off to the quidditch after party.

The room was full of people cheering, dancing, just like all of the other parties. It reminds me of the parties in the Gryffindor common room after winning a game.

“Heyyy, you made it!” George slured, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“Hello George,” I said, holding him up.

“I’m not George! I’m Fred!” He drunkenly yelled.

“Nice try dumbass, you’ve got a G on your shirt. Plus you know I can tell you two apart no matter what,” I laughed, bumping his hip with mine.

“Are you gonna come hang out at our apartment again?” he said in a not-to-quiet whisper yell.

“Again?” Ginny asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I helped them clean up the other day. The place was a wreck,” I lied quickly, before pointing in a random direction to go and say hi to nobody.

“Hey! Nice to see you here, can I talk to you for a second?” Fred said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a quiet hallway.

“What’s up, Fred?” I asked, leaning against the wall.

“So, I have a bit of a strange question to ask,” he started.

“Okay?” I said.

“What are we?” he asked.

“What do you mean? We’re friends, we’ve been best friends since wizarding school,” I said quickly, not expecting him to ask that. And for him to be seemingly sober in this moment.

“Is that it? Are we just friends?” he questioned, his voice getting lower.

“Fred I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go find…” I started, walking back towards the crowded room. I was halted by Fred grabbing my wrist and pulling me to his chest, his other hand landing on my waist.

“Friends don’t know how you taste,” he said slowly, his eyes darkening.

“I-um, well...I,” I stuttered.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed out, his eyes darting between my gaze and my lips.

Apparently the lack of alcohol does nothing from deterring me from Fred, because my lips were soon attached to his in a hungry kiss. His hands held tightly at my waist, holding me close to him and my own settled on his chest.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he breathed out, looking down at me for some sort of response.

“Yes,” I said, ignoring the voice in my head telling me I shouldn’t.

The minute we entered his apartment, his lips were attached to mine. My hands worked at the buttons of his shirt. He quickly threw it off to some random corner of the living room. His hands slid down to the hem of my shirt, pulling away from a kiss long enough to pull the fabric over my head. Messy kisses and stumbling feet lead us to his bedroom, tripping over our pants as we tried to shed them.

“You’re intoxicating,” he breathed out, admiring my body as I stood in front of him in my underwear. Before he went in for another kiss I stopped him.

“Wait, you’re not drunk are you?” I asked.

“No, I decided not to drink at this party,” he said.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“I got tired of waking up without you,” he said, pushing me back onto the bed. He crawled on top of me, kissing my lips deeply before trailing them between my breasts. His hands kneading at them as his lips continued down my body, kissing both hips before he settled his body at the foot of the bed.

His hands pushed my legs apart further before trailing them up my thighs, ghosting over my clothed core. His thumb lightly rubbed over the damp spot on my underwear, not putting any pressure on it. Soon, his fingers pulled my underwear to the side, and his tongue was lapping at my juices. It wasn’t long before I was moaning his name loudly.

“Oh fuck, yes Fred, oh yes Fred,” I moaned out, my hands tangled in his hair. His tongue traced patterns around me before stopping to suck my sensitive clit into his mouth. My back arched from the pleasure as he worked his magic on me.

“Fuck me, please,” I moaned out, tugging at his hair.

“Your wish is my command,” he smirked, lapping up my juices one last time before sitting up to slide off his underwear. I quickly slid my own over my hips and unhooked my bra, tossing it to a random corner of the room.

He rubbed the head of his cock along my soaking pussy, causing me to buck my hips as he rubbed over my clit. Slowly, he pushed into me and the room filled with a mixture of our moans. He thrusted slowly into me, leaning down to catch my lips with his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight around my cock,” he moaned out before capturing my lips again.

“Fuck me harder Freddie,” I moaned out, desperately wanting him to go faster than his agonizingly slow pace. He smirked and thrust his hips into me at a fast pace, slamming into me and making me cry out. My orgasm quickly rushing over me as he pounded into me.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Fred said, “Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth, I want to know how you taste,” I moaned, sitting up and positioning myself on all fours in front of him. I quickly took him into my mouth, tasting my juices that were coating his cock. He quickly released onto my tongue, moaning loud praises in my name as he did so. I moaned and swallowed the salty liquid, cleaning him up as best I could.

“Fuck, that was...fantastic,” Fred panted out.

“Yeah it was,” I agreed, laying back on the bed.

“Why did you always leave in the morning?” Fred asked, breaking the moment of silence that was previously filled with heavy breathing.

“I didn’t want you to think of me as a mistake, or ruin our friendship,” I admitted.

“Why would you be a mistake?” he asked.

“I figured I was a fling. I mean, it wasn’t long after she broke up with you that I woke up in your bed,” I pointed out.

“Darling, Angelina broke up with me because I wouldn’t shut up about you. She said I obviously had feelings for you, and just didn’t know what to do about it because I was dating her. I didn’t think she was right until I saw you at that party, dancing with Lee,” he said.

“Weird, I found out I liked you the same way,” I laughed.

“I didn’t dance with Lee that night?” Fred said, giving me a strange look.

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