#BUT HE DID. HE DID SO DEEPLY AND SO DESPERATELY. HE JUST WANTED HIS BROTHER BACK.

[furinafontaine]

Shouto could just as easily have resented Touya. Been angry in return for the violence. But instead he set his sights on one thing: saving the big brother he never had a chance to know.

[moonlightrafe]

My Sister’s Keeper

summary: Aemond intends to send you away to protect you after he starts the war, but Aegon isn't ready to let you go.

pairing: Aegon & Aemond x Sister!Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Explicit smut, mention of death, incest, threesome, p in v sex, oral (m&f receiving), voyeurism, male masturbation, infidelity (reader is married to Aemond), lactation kink, choking, cum play/eating, spit, Aegond kiss!! (oop) 18+ MDNI

note: Uhhhh. I'm sorry??? I feel like I just breezed through this, idk I was horny lol. Feedback is appreciated!

You’ll never forget the look on Aemond’s face when he first arrived back to the Red Keep from his journey to Storm’s End. Your family was desperate in the inevitable, upcoming war against Rhaenyra so Aemond had been sent to help strike up a proposal between one of Lord Borros’ daughters and the youngest son of the late king Viserys, Daeron Targaryen.

Sitting in the large bed of your shared chamber, you had been anxiously awaiting his arrival, chewing your fingernails down to bloody nubs.

“Aemond!” you practically leapt into his arms when he appeared sopping wet in the doorway. Overjoyed to see he’d returned in one piece, but something was off, something was wrong. He was vacant, like he had seen a ghost.

“Lucerys Velaryon is dead.”

With that simple sentence you knew your lives would be changed forever.

“You cannot just make me disappear,” you said to your husband through gritted teeth, as your voice trembled, lump in your throat forming as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“If we are not here they will just go looking for us.”

“Anywhere is safer than here, my love.” Aemond answered coolly.

“If you think this decision was not difficult to make, you are wrong. It is simply what's best for the both of you. You and the babe will be staying in Dorne until I know for certain that it is safe for you here.”

“But –”

“But nothing! This is not up for debate,” he growled at you, “the decision has been made and it is final!” His words cut through you like a knife.

“You cannot make a decision like this. You are not the king.”

“No “ he retorted, “but I am your husband, therefore, when it comes to you and my child, what I say goes!”

You got up and exited your shared chambers with haste, not wanting Aemond to see you cry.

Your bare feet padded against the cold stone floor of the Red Keep, the walls echoed and groaned as you made your way to your eldest brother’s chambers.

Aegon’s head perked up when he heard you come in. He stared at you sheepishly from behind his goblet of wine.

“Has he told you?”

Letting out a deep sigh, “he has.”

“I cannot leave you. I will not leave you, Aegon.”

“I know, I know,” he says, patting the spot next to him, motioning for you to come and sit.

“Our half-sister is unpredictable,” he replied calmly, “there’s no telling what she might do… not to mention, Daemon.”

As much as you did not want to admit it, both of your brothers were right. Accident or not, Rhaneyra’s son was dead. You would be a fool to believe she wouldn’t be out for blood.

Aegon pulled you into his lap, his cock already half hard. You kissed him deeply as he grinded his hips up into yours. You ran your fingers through his unruly silver hair, enjoying the feel of his mouth on you. Completely lost in the moment, you hadn’t heard Aemond enter the room.

He cleared his throat loudly to make his presence known.

“Aemond!”

Your brother-husband stalked into the room, his violet eye scanning over you with amusement.

“Oh please, do continue.”

Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to find the right words to say.

“Did you not hear me? I said continue,” Aemond repeated, as he approached you and Aegon.

“Aemond, this is not what it looks like —“

His brow furrowed at you as he gripped your chin forcing you to look him directly in the eye.

“Do you mistake me for a fool? You believed me to be unaware of your little arrangement?”

Still at a loss for words, you and Aegon just stared at your brother nervously. Aemond moved away a few inches and started to remove his tunic and his trousers. His cock strained hard against his small clothes, which he removed not long after. You gawked at him as he pumped his cock in his left hand, making his way back to you.

Aegon’s violet eyes beamed with excitement at this, pupils blown with lust. He took no time to nip at your neck, your earlobes, grinding against your core once again.

“I fear this is inappropriate,” you began.

“What’s inappropriate is you sneaking away from your husband to come fuck this wastrel,” Aemond began, his words thick with venom.

“Clearly, you want the both of us. So have us… while you still can.”

A slight moan left your lips as you tilted your head to the side, allowing Aegon easier access to your throat, your gaze never leaving Aemond’s, his expression unreadable as he nodded his head at you.

Aemond had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the tip bright red, lushed and angry, his arousal already dripping from the tip.

Aegon leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, and began to suck harshly. Being that your babe was only two months old, you were lactating. A loud moan escaped your lips as you felt the milk begin to flow.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, “just like that. You’re doing so good.”

You could feel his cock twitching against your leg at your praise as he continued to ravenously lap at your breast.

As he switched to your other breast he sucked harder at your stiffened peak, the milk coming almost instantly. He palmed your abandoned breast with his large hand, squeezing gently. Shivers ran down your spine as the sweet feeling of relief washed over you once again.

A growl erupted from Aemond’s throat and he unexpectedly pulled Aegon away from your chest. To your utter surprise, he crashed his lips against Aegon’s, tasting your milk on his tongue. You watched with bewilderment as your husband passionately kissed your brother, tugging at his unruly hair, moaning into his mouth. Arousal seeped from your core and onto Aegon’s thighs. Aemond broke the kiss abruptly and stared at you.

Aegon’s hands gripped your waist, flipping you around so you were underneath him. Your eldest brother positioned you so you were laying on your back comfortably against the pillows. He nestled himself between your thighs and hastily hiked your nightgown up over your waist. You shivered as his warm breath fanned over your folds. Before you could blink his tongue was prodding at your entrance. Your hands flew to the back of his head on instinct, pulling him closer into your center.

Aemond approached you carefully. He tapped his cock against your lower lip a few times, a signal for you to open your mouth. Just as he did so, Aegon’s tongue had reached the right spot, causing your mouth to gape open as a loud moan escaped your lips. Aemond took this as an opportunity to forcefully shove his cock into your mouth. You felt a rush of pleasure as Aemond's cock filled your mouth. You began to suck and lick it, eager to make him moan even louder. Aegon's tongue continued to explore you as you pleasured Aemond, and you felt your body quiver with pleasure.

If you knew being with another man in his presence would have this effect on him, you would have brought your affair to light long ago.

With a low groan of your name he pumped in and out of your mouth mercilessly, the salty taste of his precum evading your tastebuds. The air left your lungs as you gagged around him. You could feel the pent up anger Aemond held for the entirety of the situation with each brutal buck of his hips. Ever so slowly he pulled back, giving the you the illusion he was going to give you a break. But before you were able to catch your breath, his cock found his way to the back of your throat again. The faster he went, tears began to stream down your face.

As bubbles of spit began to form around the corners of your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks to the best of your ability. With Aegon now three fingers knuckle deep in your cunt it was almost impossible for you to focus on Aemond; but as the pace of his thrusts quickened you knew he was going to cum soon. You moaned around his length, the vibrations making his cock twitch, you could feel every throb of the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock.

“No,” Aemond growled as he pulled himself from your throat, “I need to feel your cunt around me.”

Aemond all but shoved Aegon away from you, almost knocking him off the large bed. Aemond lined his cock up with your center and sheathed himself inside of you with quickness.

As Aegon now sat on the upper left corner of the bed, he watched intently as Aemond’s cock disappeared into you repeatedly. One hand tugged at his painfully hard cock and the other wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he cooed, “look at how you take him so well,” he praised.

You nodded your head at him enthusiastically, pleasure overwhelming you. Aegon hooked his thumb into your mouth and you sucked and nipped at it intently.

There was no doubt that Aemond enjoyed the praise as well, snapping his hips even harder into your own. His cock bullied your sweet spot mercilessly. Your body tingled with a mix of pleasure and pain as Aemond's thrusts intensified; pressing hard against your cervix. His large hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. The overwhelming sensation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the raw desire consuming your every thought.

“Fuck, Aemond, I’m going to cum!” you screamed as your hot waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Aegon watched intently as your orgasm wracked your entire frame, his own following not long after. He let out a loud groan as he came into his hand. He flashed an evil grin at Aemond as he brought his fingers to Aemond's mouth, shoving them down his throat.

Your husband gagged around his digits, sucking Aegon's release from them.

As the aftershock of your orgasm continued to pump though you, your cunt squeezed around Aemond’s cock. The depravity of it all overwhelmed him and Aemond cum with a shudder. With one final thrust and a loud grunt, he was spilling himself inside of you.

As Aegon removed his fingers from your husband's throat, Aemond leaned over you, his cock still buried deep inside you.

"Open up, baby," he said before spitting directly into your mouth, a mixture of his saliva and Aegon's cum evident on your tongue. You swallowed with a contented hum.

Aemond pulled himself out of you and got up quickly.

You curled up in the bed next to Aegon, Aemond’s seed seeping out of you onto the sheets, sleep finding you almost immediately.

“She can stay here for the night,” Aemond said as he leaned down to kiss your sweat-drenched forehead.

Aegon frowned at his brother.

“Aemond, we cannot make her leave,” he rasped, desperation clear in his voice.

“I think she needs to leave now more than ever, brother. To ensure nothing like this ever happens again.”

A loud sigh escaped Aegon’s lips as he diverted his gaze from Aemond to you, pushing your hair out of your face, admiring your beauty.

“Enjoy your time with her tonight. She will be on her way to Dorne by morning.”

[sweetiecutie]

Warnings: pantie stealing and sniffing, masturbation, Simon has a crush on you, kinda softie! Simon

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who felt guilt pooling in his chest as he fisted his leaking cock violently, a pair of your pink frilly thongs that he pinched from laundry basket in you house was pressed against his nose, inhaling lungfuls of your soury scent. Bright blush covered his normally pale cheeks, honey-coloured eyes rolling back as Riley’s back arched, series of low groans and stifled moans slipping past his lips as hot cum shot out of his overstimulated cock, landing in small puddles on his pubic and tummy.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who could barely look you in the eyes the whole next week out of sheer shame and embarrassment, brushing you off whenever you tried talking to him. You pouted, not getting such wanted attention from your older brother’s broody best friend, just clicking your tongue as he openly ignored you, finally giving up and turning around on your heels, marching off to your room, snacks and mug of tea in your hands. If only you could see Simon’s eyes lingering longingly on the soft slope of your ass, trying to burn the image in his brain, you small booty shorts doing nothing to hide delicious plumpness of it.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who clenched his teeth tightly, breathing deeply through his nose to try and control himself as you sat on an arm of the armchair he was settled in, drunkenly babbling about some new movie you’ve been meaning to watch. He desperately tried not to look at your tits as you leant against the back of that damned armchair, your chest poking out of the deep cut of your crop top barely ten centimetres away from Simon’s head, basically inviting him to bury his face in beautiful softness of your boobs. But he just gripped his beer tighter, looking strictly in front of him and nodding absentmindedly at your words, subtly shuffling his hoody down to hide a growing tent in his pants.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon on whom you can always count. You need a drive back home after going out for drinks? He’s grabbing his car keys and telling you he’ll be there in a few minutes. Some weirdo has been bothering you at work/uni? Simon is discreetly asking bastard’s name as to not rise any suspicions in you, just to have a little friendly chat with him a bit later, making sure to break duchebag’s nose so he doesn’t stick it into your business anymore. There’s something off with your car and you need to get it fixed? How good that Simon is a handyman, bringing your car back to life not worse than any mechanic would (and he’s definitely not flexing his stupidly big biceps while doing it).

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who knew better than to make a move on you. He knew you liked him, and he liked you too (more like was totally obsessed). But he valued his best friend too much, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn’t appreciate it if Simon fucked his little sister.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who realised that he was absolutely, utterly, totally fucked as he watched you and your older brother roughhousing around the kitchen, bickering and play-fighting - your smile was so bright and warm, making him feel hot like sun in the middle of August, your loud laughter made his chest buzz with something soft and Riley felt as if he was about to pass out because of the flow of softness he felt for you that moment. Soon your eyes met his, mischievous smirk curled your pretty lips as you threw a pillow at him, surely dragging Simon into your little brawl, creating a huge mess for which all three of you will surely get a good scolding from your mom.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who tried to distance himself from you because you deserved more than him. He genuinely did try to ignore all your soft smiles and fleeting touches, the way you batted you pretty eyelashes as you listened to him explaining something to you or the way you would nibble on your bottom lip as your eyes wandered up and down his torso as he wore one of his compression shirts. Simon did try his best to save you from himself, but all of his resolve vanished completely and utterly the moment you got brave enough to stand to your tippy toes and press a tentative kiss to his chapped lips.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who scooped you up in his arms, giving you no chance to escape as he deepened the kiss, moaning quietly into your mouth as you let his tongue in, greedy hands roaming up and down your body, feeling all the curves and dips of it - just like he dreamt of doing past few years. Simon barely registered pressing you against the wall, meaty forearms boxing you as his torso pressed against yours, grinding his boner against your tummy, goosebumps running up his spine as he felt your small arms gripping on his sides, pressing him closer to yourself.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who broke off your kiss, a silver strand of saliva connected your lips as he gazed deeply in your eyes, blush on your face made him feel warm and proud. He pressed his lips against your forehead, nosing at your hair and inhaling sweet scent of your shampoo. Withdrawing back for just a few centimetres he muttered in his raspy breathy voice “Go out with me”

Likes, reblogs and comment are highly appreciated, give writers some love!🩷 I’m thinking about making part 2, let me know what you think<3

[buttercuparry]

It is deeply sickening how even privacy has become a luxury for palestinians who are fundraising on this website. Since October 7th, Gazans have had to document their own genocide at great cost to themselves for no fault of their own;  they have had to risk their lives to show you the bombings; they have had to record themselves bleeding. 

They have had to show the tremendous personal loss they have suffered and their grief of it - all so that the Zionist narrative wouldn't be the only thing that gets peddled around in the digital space. But it seems like the more the months pass, and the atrocities keep mounting - the more people in the online space become desensitized to the suffering, and in fact are convinced that they are owed these documentation to even begin to care ( it has become especially clear after the recent smear campaign that put the entire demographic under horrible scrutiny ). 

It is honestly so disgustingly voyeuristic to me- this demand to be allowed into someone’s grief so that you can be convinced that they too are of flesh and blood, to demand that they put their suffering on display for your judgement on their authenticity, to put the burden on THEM to do the work of breaking you out of your easy apathy towards their suffering.

For months, my friend Siraj Abudayeh ( @siraj2024 ) has tried to protect his and his family’s privacy. For months he has talked of Gaza and given you updates as is his capacity as a journalist. He thought that this would be enough for the people to understand just how much his family has to fight everyday to survive. But it seems like that didn't really cut it for a lot of users on tumblr, because his fundraiser stagnates every 12 hours when his updates stop circulating around tumblr. 

So as much as it pains him to share this with an apathetic audience that may very well scroll past this post- he has agreed to talk a bit about his precious son, Amir, who has fallen sick with an infectious skin disease. 

So don't you dare ignore this!!

You have demanded that Siraj perform; that he prove that he is a real person with a real family to protect- so here is Siraj with a story about his son. It is a reflection of how desperate he feels to willingly give up the privacy he fought to protect for months. So you better pay attention now!

Siraj's son Amir is a stubborn boy. It is impossible to move him from his position once he is convinced of something. This also makes him competitive and Siraj is proud to say that Amir had been on his school’s swimming team. “First level in the swimming course,” Siraj tells me with obvious pride. Amir has an exceptional ability to memorize too- quickly moving through his lessons and thus almost always having a place in the school celebrations of outstanding students. 

Amir is stubbornly kind too. Amidst the bombings - this little boy didn't think of only saving himself. He carried his cat Jimmy all the way from the North of Gaza to the South. In Siraj’s words: He did not leave Jimmy for a moment, not even to take his shoes off, when it tore after hours of walking. 

The two month old cat died a month into their displacement - with no food available, Amir had to watch his beloved pet waste away, desperate and yet unable to help in anyway. Tell me now, is this horrifying tidbit sufficient documentation of Amir’s unchilding? Is this enough? 

Or do you also want to know of the shock Amir received on learning that his cousins have been martyred? Will you make Siraj describe this in all of its horrifying detail too? How his child has lost so much of his childhood to this war when he should be studying, going to school, and playing with his brothers and friends instead?

Their books, their school, their pet, their toys have all been lost in this genocide. Do they have to lay out all the indignities they are facing at your feet, do they have to lose the litle privacy they have left in that cramped, pest-ridden tent of theirs to convince you to not turn the other way?

Tell me what will finally be enough to make you pay attention?? What would be enough to convince you that Siraj’s survival fund is as much an emergency as all the other evacuation funds ?? I will ask him to share and we can all lay it out for you, because apparently some of you need a record of all that suffering presented to you like its a portfolio to give a fuck.

Siraj is tired, his wife Halima is too. Amir and his siblings have lost so much of themselves during these past 10 months. None of them are the people they used to be, and it is something they will carry for the rest of their lives!!

So please!

Please if Siraj has performed enough for you, then fucking donate to his campaign.

He has been fundraising from June!!! He has talked to hundreds of people and has bonded with enough of them to be considered a personal friend of theirs. Many have even agreed to share his story and many others have offered to hold commissions and raffles for him- but despite this, he still hasn't even crossed the halfway mark of his campaign yet!! What can a handful of friends do? When the mass of tumblr population isn't convinced of his suffering!

Amir is in constant pain right now due to the infection- and his brothers are beginning to show similar symptoms as him. They are all very unwell. 

The money would go to helping Amir and his brothers survive!!

I can't tell you how frustrating it is to see this everyday when i personally know just how much Siraj sacrifices to make his presence known here- from braving the 3km route when he can get caught in crossfire- all so that he may have a hotspot connection at an exorbitant price. It burns away the money that might have gone into acquiring food and water.

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!

SIRAJ NEEDS TO GET TO 40K WITHIN THIS WEEK SO THAT WE CAN BEGIN TO WORK TOWARDS THE LATTER HALF OF THE CAMPAIGN.

THIS IS URGENT. SIRAJ NEEDS TO MOVE ONTO HIS NEXT GOALS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TO GET HIS KIDS TO SAFETY!

PLEASE DONATE ANY AMOUNT YOU CAN SPARE, THIS CANNOT WAIT.

Every MINUTE, every  SECOND we delay meeting his goal, it costs siraj and his family more than some of us will ever understand.

Please help him out. It is the least we can do right now-> vetting at 219 on Hussein's spreadsheet.

[blkkizzat]

HILLS HAVE EYES, THE HILLS HAVE EYES, WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE?

THE HILLS HAVE EYES CHOSO X READER

a/n: part 1 teaser. cw: mentions of cannibalism, blood, murder. kidnapping. ptsd. slightly yan choso. more warnings in later parts. eventual smut. wc: 918 (fyi, no taglist <1k) kinktober m.list

The Hills Have Eyes Choso who first sees you through his binoculars as you are running for your life across a dusty open field.

Eso and Kechizu were leisurely chasing you, hooping and hollering taunts. Little did you know you weren't running towards the road but deeper in the desert towards the caves and their encampment at the old abandoned military base.

While Choso wasn't one to usually deny Eso and Kechizu their fun, they weren't the best trackers and would surely lose you or worse if you ran into the caves. With a sigh, Choso agiley descends from his perched outlook post to cut you off before you can reach the cavern opening.

You were a good distance ahead of him but this is his land, he knows it well, and still manages to cut you off right as you reach the entrance.

Choso's big looming figure stands in your path.

"Oh thank god!" Yet instead of terror in your eyes, Choso is taken aback as you look to him like your savior. Upon seeing him and his seemingly normal features you practically throw yourself into his arms, so happy to run into someone who was not a mutant.

Utterly touch-starved, this kind of embrace from a pretty girl was something extremely new for Choso.

Your small arms are littered with scrapes and oozing cuts that look far too painful for you to be desperately clinging to him to the degree you are. Fully pressed against him, the intense heat radiating off your body amplifies that of the scorching desert and for a few moments Choso feels dizzy as you sob harder into him.

You're babbling, words nearly nonsensical as they spill out of you:

About your tour bus getting lost in this desert two days ago, how the spiked wire placed in the middle of the road shredded the tires, and finally how mutants attacked your bus.

They'd ruthlessly killed the driver and scattered your friends across the desert leading you here to find him now.

Choso says nothing.

What can he say?

You'd find out sooner than later you were the only one remaining from that tour bus still alive. Instinctively comforting you despite your impending doom, Choso drapes his arms around you bringing you into his embrace. His hands, stained with the dried blood of all your friends, weaves into your hair and grips your soft waist.

Grasping your strands between his dirted fingers, Choso can't resist inhaling deeply.

You smell nice.

Of vanilla and sugar, simple flavors he had forgotten about until the scent of you stirred the comforting reminder.

The smell of his home.

The smell of his mother.

Her face flashed before his eyes and he pushed away the terrible memory he thought he'd buried deep enough it wouldn't resurface again.

But now Choso finds himself clinging to you just as desperately.

The child in him from all those years ago empathizing with the fragile lil desert dove that had flown so broken into his arms. An intense need he didn't fully understand surging through his body.

He'd protect you.

He'd be your salvation.

Unfortunately for you, it wouldn't be the rescue you wanted and Choso wasn't the hero he appeared to be.

Too distraught and broken—you don't notice this. Nor do you notice flesh caked to the machete at his hips or even question what a man looking like he'd been in the desert longer than you was doing out here—still alive.

None of the pieces fit but you are too grateful to question anything. Until you hear a twisted voice cut through your sobs and ring in your ears.

The chilling words leave you paralyzed. "Ha! Brother Choso! Ya caught 'er for us!"

Kechizu cheers.

Your eyes are now bulging out of your skull and by the time you attempt to push away from the man, you finally realize his hold isn't one of comfort but containment.

To your horror Choso whips you around, both his arms now wrapped around your midsection as the mutants who were chasing your—who you now know to be his brothers approaches you.

"She looks so tasty too! She'll cook up nice. All that runnin' n' cryin' making her nice and tender, I bet."

Eso quips, licking his lips at you.

You felt queasy, the overwhelming nausea that accompanies your despair making you retch. It's only the dehydration from being hunted in the desert for the past two days that keeps the bile in your stomach from rising to your throat when you realized the intentions of these mutants.

They were cannibals.

Not only were you going to die.

You were going to be eaten.

"Now, now...Eso, Kechizu—stand down, you two."

Choso's words are cheery yet chiding words of a kind older brother, which prompts the collective child-like groans from his two very grown mutant brothers—brothers who look nothing like their far more handsome, normal looking brother.

"We're going to keep her."

Choso now only holds you with one arm, yet it might as well be a muscular iron band welded across your waist. No amount of your squirming can make him budge an inch.

His free hand comes around to press the flat edge of his well-used machete against your exposed navel���instantly stopping your escape attempts lest the weapon cut into your flesh.

Choso's gruff heady voice puffs into your ear causing a chill of terror to quake down your spine as your sobs are renewed. "You'll be good for us, right ma?"

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

a/n: needed to post something for Oct 1st and I'm PST so I still made it!! lol. note, i will continue this but not until the other kinktober stories are completed. this was just brainrot. fyi there will be elements of non con but no sa of reader. will be angsty and smutty mostly (choso with huge mommy kink). this story actually has a plot and depending on how long i wanna take it might be pretty long lol.

please reblog and comment. taglist if you have asked to be tagged in general kinktober or are on my general tag list (with dead dove checked) i will tag you in this for later parts. if not then comment below to be tagged.

[flowerbunnyboo]

FUCKING THE BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER | back

starring: niki x male reader

summary: Niki is Mn’s brothers best friend and Mn has always had a crush on Niki. Niki spots Mn alone at a party and takes him away from the loud noise only to fuck him on the deck

nsfw

a/n: when can he fuck me?

Mn could never gather the courage to speak to his brother’s best friend. Mn would only stare, stare long at that handsome face with those sharp features.

“You should talk to him, Mn, he doesn’t bite”, Jay pushed his brother ahead. Mn shrugged his shoulders and made his way out of the practice room where Niki was practicing. However little did Mn know, a pair of sharp eyes were eyeing him.

Niki sauntered through the crowded party, his chiseled features and athletic build drawing admiring glances from both guys and girls alike. As the star quarterback of the high school football team, he was used to being the center of attention. But amidst the sea of familiar faces, one figure stood out to him - his best friend’s brother, Mn.

Mn sat alone on a couch, nursing a beer and looking utterly out of place among the revelers. Niki knew the boy well; quiet, bookish, and perpetually tongue-tied whenever Niki was near. It wasn't lost on Niki that Mn had harbored a secret crush on him for years, though he'd never mustered the courage to act on it.

Niki made his way over to Mn, a friendly smile on his face. "Hey, man," he said, plopping down beside him. "Having fun?"

Mn looked up, his eyes wide and nervous behind thick-framed glasses. "Uh, yeah...it's okay, I guess," he replied, fiddling with his beer bottle.

Niki noticed Mn's agitation and decided to put him at ease. "Listen, why don't we ditch this scene and grab some fresh air? The night's young, and I could use a break from all these people."

Mn's eyes lit up, though he quickly masked his excitement. "S-sure, if you want to," he stammered.

Hand in hand, they slipped out of the house and onto the moonlit lawn.

Niki guided Mn towards the edge of the property, where a narrow path wound its way down to the riverbank. The water glistened silver in the moonlight, creating a peaceful backdrop for their impromptu escape.

As they reached the bottom, Niki turned to face Mn, his gaze intense. "You know, I've always wondered about you, Mn," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Why you're always so quiet around me, what's really going on in that brilliant mind of yours."

Mn's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he looked away, unable to meet Niki's piercing stare. "I-I just...appreciate you, Niki. As a friend, as a person. You're amazing, and I feel lucky to know you."

Niki's heart swelled at Mn's words, realizing just how deeply Mn cared for him. He reached out, gently tilting Mn's chin upwards to force eye contact.

"You're amazing too, Mn," Niki whispered, his thumb tracing the soft curve of Mn's lower lip. "And I think maybe there's more to our friendship than either of us realized."

Before Mn could respond, Niki closed the distance between them, capturing Mn's mouth in a passionate kiss. Mn melted into the embrace, his lips parting eagerly as Niki explored the warm cavern of his mouth.

They broke apart for air, chests heaving, eyes locked in a smoldering gaze. "Fuck, Mn," Niki breathed, "I want to fuck you so bad right now."

Mn nodded frantically, his own desire evident in the bulge straining against his jeans.

Without another word, Niki scooped Mn up into his arms and carried him towards the old wooden dock jutting out into the river. He laid Mn down on the weathered planks, his body pressing against Mn's as he captured his lips once more in a searing kiss.

Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths with growing urgency. Niki's hands roamed freely over Mn's slender frame, mapping the contours of his torso, teasing the sensitive skin of his sides.

Mn arched into Niki's touch, his fingers digging into the strong muscles of Niki's back. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hips rocking against Niki's in a desperate bid for friction.

Breaking the kiss, Niki looked down at Mn, his eyes blazing with lust. "Tell me you want this, Mn," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Want you, Niki," Mn gasped, his chest heaving. "Need you."

Niki grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Then let's make this happen," he growled, leaning down to nip at Mn's earlobe.

He worked open Mn's belt and zipper, sliding his hand inside to wrap around the hot, hard length of Mn's cock. Mn cried out, his back arching off the dock as Niki began to stroke him slowly, savoring the velvety texture.

"God, you feel incredible," Niki murmured, pumping Mn faster. "Can't wait to be buried deep inside you."

Mn's eyes rolled back, his grip on Niki's shoulders tightening. "Please, Niki...touch me everywhere..." he panted, his hips bucking into Niki's fist.

With a swift motion, Niki stripped off his own clothes, revealing his chiseled physique glistening with sweat in the moonlight. He positioned himself between Mn's spread thighs, the head of his cock brushing against Mn's slick entrance.

"I'm gonna take you slow and easy, baby," Niki promised, his voice husky with anticipation. "But once I start, I won't stop until we're both screaming with pleasure."

With that, he pushed forward, sinking inch by delicious inch into Mn's tight heat. Mn's back bowed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as he adjusted to the sizeable intrusion.

Niki paused, giving Mn a moment to acclimate, before beginning to move. He set a leisurely pace, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in, his thick shaft stretching Mn deliciously with each thrust.

Mn clung to Niki, his nails raking down Niki's back as he met each powerful drive with an eager lift of his hips. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing across the riverbank. “Fuck your hole is eating me up”, Niki moaned as he saw his dick go in and out of Mn’s pretty pink tight hole

Niki leaned down to capture Mn's mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing his lover's whimpers and moans. His hands slid beneath Mn's ass, gripping the firm globes and pulling him closer, allowing him to piston deeper into Mn's welcoming heat.

“Ni-ki…fuck”, Mn could only mumble as he felt his ass being stretched by Niki’s big dick.

The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter within them until finally, with a hoarse cry, they came undone. Niki's cock pulsed as he spilled his release inside Mn, while Mn's orgasm rocked through him, his vision blurring at the edges.

As the aftershocks subsided, Niki collapsed onto Mn, their chests heaving in unison. They lay entwined, basking in the afterglow of their passion.

After a moment, Niki lifted his head, gazing down at Mn with a tender expression. "That was incredible, Mn," he said, his voice filled with awe and gratitude. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

Mn smiled up at him, his eyes shining with happiness. "Me too, Niki. More than you can imagine."

Niki pressed a gentle kiss to Mn's forehead. "We should probably get cleaned up and sneak back inside before anyone notices we're missing," he suggested, reluctantly disentangling their limbs.

Mn nodded, sitting up and reaching for his clothes.

As they dressed in comfortable silence, Niki couldn't help but steal glances at Mn, marveling at the intimacy they had shared. He felt a sense of completeness, like a piece of him had clicked into place.

Once they were presentable again, Niki took Mn's hand, leading him back up the riverbank path. As they neared the house, he squeezed Mn's fingers reassuringly. "Whatever happens next, remember - you're mine now, Mn. And I'll never let you go."

Mn's heart skipped a beat at Niki's possessive declaration, a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation coursing through him. He knew their relationship would never be the same, but he was ready to embrace whatever came next, as long as it meant staying by Niki's side.

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[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ꒱ !

confident!reader has been in a mood all day, fratboy!matt only has one solution to put her in her place.

tw. spanking (ass & pussy slaps)

you are definitely in a mood.

no, there isn't any reason; nothing has set you off. but you are feeling irritable — evil — snapping at anyone for any little thing. the frat brothers of the house, always loud and boisterous, fall quiet the moment you enter the room, their conversations dying mid-sentence as they eyeball each other, watching as you stomp around the house, your lip curled in disdain and eyebrows deeply furrowed.

the slightest sound — crinkle of a chip bag — makes your head whip around, your eyes narrowing at the frat brother responsible who froze up, wide-eyed, waiting for you to say something.

a laugh that's too loud, piercing the air, sends a snarl curing your lips, and the frat brother who made the noise immediately clears his throat, ducking his head, desperately trying to avoid your gaze.

"kitty's got her fuckin' claws out today," one of them remarks under their breath, and it ignites a fire in your chest, your blood boiling. "must be on her period—"

"what the fuck did you just—"

before you can finish your threat, matt's already swooping in when you get too close, tossing you over his shoulder like a rag doll as he walks away. you claw at his back, frustration bubbling over as you shout for him to put you down while your finger points accusingly at the frat brother, whose face burns with embarrassment.

matt carries you to his bedroom, slamming the door shut with his foot, the sound echoing throughout the room before throwing you down on the bed, and you bounce slightly, glaring up at him with a mix of fury and disbelief.

you're seething — nostrils flaring as anger courses through you, and in a moment of frustration, you make the silly mistake of reaching out to scratch him when he holds his hands up in a gesture for you to calm down, something that only infuriates you even more and is the last thing you want to hear right now.

matt hisses as your acrylic nails graze his arm, the slight sting making him all but growl in response as he manhandles you, flipping you onto your back and laying you across his lap with a speed that disorients you.

you're kicking out your legs in protest as matt flips up your skirt, his hand cracking down on your covered ass cheek with a resounding smack. your eyes widen, a gasp fleeting past your lips as he delivers another stinging slap right after the first.

"really? gonna fuckin' scratch me when you're havin' a tantrum?" he huffs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh and you squirm, alternating between mewls and gasp as he continues to spank your ass, each blow landing harder than the last.

"matt!" your voice whines out softly, the anger and frustration fading away slowly as you whine, wiggling your hips as matt clicks his tongue against his teeth, his hand sliding under you to grope at your panty-clad mound.

"fuckin' like this shit too much. s'a punishment, sweetheart... not supposed to enjoy it."

matt's fingers roughly pull down your soaked panties mid-thigh, exposing your puffy, glistening folds to the room and you gasp as you feel his thumb rub against your sensitive clit, making you shudder.

"look at this.. already so wet f'me." matt sneers, pulling his hand back before spanking it down on your pussy, the force sending ripples through your tender skin.

a sharp cry of pain and pleasure escapes your lips as he strikes your folds again, the sting immediate and intense, making your hips wiggle back to seek more friction as you whimper.

matt repeats the motion, going back and forth between your swollen folds and throbbing clit, each spank sending shockwaves of pleasurable pain coursing through your body.

you can feel yourself getting embarrassingly wetter by the second, your arousal coating matt's hand as he slaps it down against your skin. but after one final spank, matt removes his hand from between your thighs and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"that should teach you to watch your tone w'me..." matt murmurs as he brings his hand up higher, swiping his thumb across your undereye to wipe at the mascara residue. "now, y'gonna tell me what's actually botherin' you? talk to me."

"dunno.." you answer truthfully, not liking how weak your voice sounds when you're used to being so confident and loud. "just pissed off.. bad day."

"uh-huh.." matt hums as his fingers trail back down to your swollen, glistening pussy, rubbing soothing circles around your sensitive clit, and you croon into his touch. "y'know you can come to me when you're havin' a bad day, sweetheart... s'what i'm here for, yeah?"

© STURNIOZ

[venusbyline]

Strong ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 06, oct.

— pairing: Aemond Targaryen x niece!reader

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: degradation + dumbification

— summary: Aemond hates his bastard niece and nephews. He makes a point of reminding you of that while he fucks you.

— word count: 1.3k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 6th day, Targcest (uncle/niece), Targaryen/Velaryon!reader, Rhaenyra and Harwin's daughter!reader, dark!Aemond, degradation, dumbification, dubcon/non-con, creampie, sexism, overstimulation, slapping, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, blood, crying, curse words, oral mentioned (male receiving), sadism, dom!Aemond, sub!reader, threesome mentioned, Aegon II Targaryen mentioned, minor Jacaerys Velaryon x reader, referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (older brother/younger sister), porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n

— crossposting: AO3

"I knew you were a fucking bastard... But I did not think you could also be even more stupid and pathetic than your brothers."

Aemond's voice resounded in the room, a bitter and cruel sound that made your stomach turn. You closed your eyes shut in an attempt to shut out all sensations, then realizing that limiting one sense only increased the potency of the other four.

Unfortunately for you, everything was now magnified. You felt the salty taste of Aemond's seed on your lips, as well as the metallic taste of blood when he bit your mouth so hard during the kisses, and also the flavor of wine he offered you a few hours ago.

You could smell the sweat that was permeating both of your bodies, increasing more when the minutes of pleasure dragged on.

You felt his cock hitting deeply inside your cunt, thrusts so rough that they made your ass shake as he moved in and out, your face pressed into your bed, the sheets that were always so silky now felt like thorns almost tearing your pretty face.

And, worst of all, you heard the sound of his taunts, calling you dumb, a bastard, a dirty slut and always offending not only your brain, but also your family. You heard the sound of his hips slamming hard against your ass and thighs. You heard his throaty moans and growls. Just as he heard the pathetic whimpers that came from your own lips, a little abstruse.

"U-uncle... P-please, I cannot.." Your desperate whine was like honey to Aemond's ears, a low chuckle escaping him, a cruel reminder of how stupid you looked in front of him.

"You cannot what, my niece?" He sneered, a slap hitting your ass so violently that you screamed, your body almost falling back if it were not for Aemond's large hands grabbing you by your hips, his fingers practically crushing your skin to steady you in place, not an inch away from him.

You tried to say something, anything to explain how much you needed him to keep fucking you. Degrading you. Treating you like you were nothing. You wanted and needed to feel worthless compared to him. And perhaps you really were.

However, no cohesive words emerged. Nothing but desperate and tearful screams when Aemond slapped your buttocks three times in a row again, before separating them with his hands, spitting on your other hole while his cock remained almost tearing your little cunt apart.

"A pathetic slut with such a tight cunt." Aemond bit his lip to hold back a growl when his thumb began to enter your other hole, making you try to move forward, far away from the unfamiliar pain. "Gods, fuck..." He closed his eye, slowing down the pace of his thrusts when he began to notice his lack of control leaving, his balls tightening with an aching desire to spill out soon. "No one has ever fucked that little hole of yours before?"

The question was rhetorical, your body already showing signs of your innocence in that matter. The way you were crying and drooling on the sheets, the way your brain was going into a frenzy, trying to decide whether to try to escape the double penetration or just accept the pain until it turned into pleasure...

You did not need to answer the obvious, but Aemond wanted to tease you anyway. "Tell me, dear niece... Not even your stupid older brother claimed you here? Is he too busy just fucking your pretty cunt when your whore mother is not around?"

Your sob amidst your moans made him smirk mischievously and he went back to fucking you like an animal, your mind filling with guilt as thoughts of Jacaerys arised. He would be so disgusted if he knew how desperate you were for your uncle's cock, literally crying and making a mess on the sheets. Your brother would be disappointed if he knew that you slept with Aemond, even after so much mockery about your and your brothers' legitimacy.

If Jacaerys found out that he was not the only man to touch you like that, he would hate you forever.

"Oh, you do not like that?" Aemond reached for your dark hair, pulling hard enough to lift your head off the bed, your face already messed with tears, saliva and cum, in addition to the blood stained on your lips. "You do not like the idea of your brother finding out that his little sister is nothing more than a whiny cockslut?"

You did your best to shake your head, sobbing as he made your back arch in a painful way, his other hand still busy exploring your hole, feeling his finger almost being crushed, just like his cock was squeezed by the walls of your cunt.

He pulled your hair again and you swore he wanted to pull out the dark strands that made your true fatherhood clear. As if he was disgusted with himself for fucking his bastard niece. "Use your words, you dumb bitch! Or I swear to the Gods I will call Aegon to join me and destroy your cunt right in front of your shitty brother" Aemond growled, pushing his finger deeper and feeling you tremble beneath him.

The thought of Aemond fucking you along with Aegon, and Jacaerys being forced to watch everything was horrible, nauseating and disgusting. And you hated yourself even more when it made you wetter than you already were. "N-no! A-Aemond, please... Jace cannot find out..." Your stutter amidst your whimpers made him moan, delighting by the mix of fear, pain and pleasure that sounded in your voice.

Aemond felt his balls tighten again, finally taking his finger out of your ass and moving it to your clit, rubbing the small bud with a speed that made you tremble again and scream for the whole castle to hear, your vision getting blurred. "That is it, dear niece. Cum around my cock like the dumb whore you are." Aemond encouraged bitterly, your walls squeezing him as he increased the pace of friction.

It didn't take long for you to cum underneath Aemond's body after call loud his name, almost like a prayer, creaming his cock to the point of sliding even faster. He fingered your clit a few more times, feeling your cunt tightening him and hearing your cries begging him for a rest.

Aemond let go of your long hair, your small body compared to his falling back onto the bed. He ignored your weak tearful pleas for a few minutes, pressing your back into the mattress with unnecessary brutality until he reach climax, growling and pulling out his cock so he could cum over your ass.

Your uncle breathed deeply for a moment, his defined chest dripping with sweat. You were both panting, your legs still trying to deal with the spasms, now your cunt clenching around nothing, your soft cries muffled into the pillow.

"So pathetic... Your pretty cunt is already needy and begging me again." Aemond scoffed, breathing heavily. His hands moved to your buttocks, spreading them apart and smirking proudly at himself as he saw the drops of his own seed running down, dripping from your skin to your tight hole and then to your aching cunt. "I bet you would have loved it if I had spilled it inside you..." You were too weak to deny the accusation, so you just closed your eyes and bit your lip, wanting to push away all the intense sensations and thoughts of self-loathing. "Oh, do not act tough, niece. Imagine how incredible it would be to carry a bastard? Following your dear mother's example..."

You moved your neck to the other side, a whisper of emotional and physical pain escaping. "Fuck you..."

Aemond did not even bother to be offended, the sight of the whiny dirty mess you had become for him was living proof that it was not worth scolding you for it. Quite the opposite, Aemond chuckled and lay down next to you, caressing your head in a gesture that would seem cute to anyone who did not really know Aemond and his disgust for you and your family. "Such a strong girl..." He said with a fake sickeningly sweet voice, the sapphire eye shining even brighter. "My strong little slut."

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[eraenaa]

Masterlist

Helloooo! I'm Eraena, a college student who loves to write! Here's the masterlist of my works! (Aemond Targaryen, Feyd Rautha, Rafe Cameron, and Aegon Targaryen)

Related Blogs: @romanteacism - All things Aemond Targaryen @rafeacs - All things Rafe Cameron

Tag List

Cheat Sheet:

🏙️ - Modern AU

🐉 - Fire and Blood AU

🏛️ - Greek Mythology AU

🤍 - Personal Fave

👑 - Popular

U.N.I. Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: Where one of the sons of your mother’s estranged best friend attends the same university as you, and did I mention you were the reason why he lost his eye? 

From The Underworld and Beneath Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏛️ 🤍 Synopsis: You, the Goddess of Spring, were captured by the King of the Underworld, who was intent on keeping you there.

My Knight in Darkened Armor Knight Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 Synopsis: Ser Aemond Targaryen has been tasked to be the sworn protector of a princess who is overly curious about life beyond the castle walls and has bribed him to escort her to the city in exchange for anything he desires. She just did not know that what he desired was her.

A Bastard's Bride, A Dragon's Desire Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 Synopsis: They have betrothed you to Jacaerys as a way of securing a line to the throne if they fail in usurping your half-sister’s crown. Your older brother Aemond was livid at the decision.

Flipped Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ 🤍 Synopsis: You had been infatuated with Aemond since you two were children. You could not remember a day when you did not feel anything but adoration for him— not until recently. When something in you turned indifferent, it did not go unnoticed by Aemond, who had never been a fan of change. 

Stereotypical Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents. 

One More Night Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You were quick to leave after a one night stand, leaving Aemond dissatisfied, for he wanted so much more. When he found you again, he was sure to never let you go. 

The Prince and the Poet Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 Synopsis: It is established that Prince Aemond hates poems and sonnets; it was just a pity that you adored them. 

Jealousy, Jealousy Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: It’s frustratingly hard to keep admirers and doubts away when you and your partner are the most attractive and powerful Demi-Gods in camp.

Most Ardently Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 Synopsis: Prince Aemond Targaryen had accompanied his younger brother to Highgarden in hopes of securing Daeron a wife— he did not expect he would want to secure a wife for himself as well. 

The Prince's Prize Aemond Targaryen X Riverlady Reader 🐉 Synopsis: After his victories in the Riverlands, Prince Aemond Targaryen sought for a trophy— his spoils of war. He sought for you, the daughter of the lord who hosted him whilst he wagged his war.

But Daddy, I Love Him Aemond Targaryen X Niece Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: When the favored daughter of Daemon Targaryen falls for the favored son of Alicent Hightower, the Rogue Prince does everything he can to ensure that a union between the two of you will never happen. 

Gold Rush Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Desperate Requirement Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Mine Aemond Targaryen x Wife Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You are the best thing that has ever been Aemond’s, which is why you cannot really blame him for being so possessive and cautious not to lose you. 

Loathe to Love Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Seeking forgiveness is not a thing Aemond bothers himself with, but that quickly changes when he deeply offended you.

King of My Heart King Aemond Targaryen x Queen Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Marriage, miscarriage, and the monarchy… how would you and your husband fare to them all?

Bound By Blood Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: They can no longer hinder Aemond from taking whatever he wants, and you are the only one he desperately wants. 

Tea Party Aemond Targaryen x Stark Reader 🌃 Synopsis: Aemond convinces you to let Helaena join your group’s exclusive tea party, using any means necessary just for you to agree. 

Please Please Please Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🌃Synopsis: Heartbreak is one thing; my ego’s another. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

Unexpected Affections Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: With just a smile, you had managed to bewitch and enthrall the stoic and cold prince. 

Blessed Curse Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: When a marriage between you and Aemond was arranged and forced by your grandsire, conflicting emotions arise, but which one will loom greater? Loathing or Love?

Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne. 

Silent Passions Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You and Aemond had been promised to one another before you were even born. And when the time came for you to meet, all were curious to see what was to come when soon to be spouses only shared one thing in common: your want of silence. 

Virginal Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Prince Aemond sets out to find a whore to warm his bed; he finds a virgin instead. 

Worth The Price Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aemond does everything to prove that he is worthy of you— even if it means that he would be a kinslayer twice.

Birthday Present Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 🤍 👑 Synopsis: During a state visit, you, a daughter of one of the great houses, have captured the attention and fatal attraction of the Na-Baron and were quickly turned into his promised wife. 

Bittersweet Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 👑 Synopsis: As the Na-Baron's proposed bride, you were simply too sweet for him and his bitter being. You were too innocent and pure to be tainted by the blood-stained hands of the Harkonnen heir.

Casual Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side. 

Still Casual? Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You promised yourself that you’re never going to settle for casual ever again— promised yourself you would never be another casualty of Rafe Cameron. 

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

Imgonnagetyouback Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍👑 Synopsis: The plan is clear. Get Rafe back after your breakup. 

So High School Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍 Synopsis: He knows how to ball, you know Aristotle

Please, Please, Please (Rafe's Edition) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Being with Rafe, a notorious hotheaded drug dealer, you knew others would question your relationship— especially your parents, who had never been fond of him. But when his habits had been too much to handle, you knew that you would prefer heartbreak to a broken ego. 

Trouble Maker, Stress Reliever Aegon Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You’re a prefect tasked with taming Aegon’s unruly behavior. Strained by your task, he offers you a way to relieve the stress he caused.

Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne. 

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you please do some headcanons of Stanley being fake married to Fords’ assistant. They had to put up this charade for 30 years to convince people he was Stanford and “Mr. And Mrs. Mystery would bring in way more business!” Dipper and Mabel see her as a mother figure and Mabel likes to plan out their dates because she firmly believes they don’t go on ENOUGH of them. While they’re both on one of these said dates they realize “wait…do I actually like you??” (Slow burn is indeed 30 years slowwwww)

This is so fucking long oh my fucking god-I’m actually going to have to make a part two or something. This is just too long.

Part two here

When you and Ford first arrived at Gravity Falls a lot of people were under the impression that you were a married couple, where they got that preposterous idea form neither of you had single clue but as hard as you and Ford tried to disprove their claims, insisting they you were just platonic partners and nothing more.

It only seemed to give them more reason to assume that there was something more going on between you both. So in the end you both elected to ignore it as Gravity Falls was a small unknown, sleepy town that wasn’t on any recorded map that you chalked it down to them needing something to gossip about to spare them of how boring their lives were. But you and Ford knew others wise and saw Gravity Falls as a treasure trove of information regarding the mysterious and the unknown, it was the main reasons you started this partnership to begin with after all.

But things were quick to fall apart just as it seemed you were getting closer to what you knew was the truth as Ford made a deal with a triangular demon known as Bill, easily swayed by his tricks and even more so by his constant repetition that Ford should ‘trust no one’ not even you, his assistant. Naturally it caused a rift between the two of you as you were sick and tired of having to try and reassure Ford- who was slowly succumbing to paranoia- that you weren’t in any way shape or threat to his research. Even bringing up how you both spend hours on end documenting mushrooms, fungi and others of a similar vein when you both first moved to Gravity Falls.

However this tactic didn’t work in your favour unfortunately as one thing lead to another and you were left helpless as you watched Ford get pulled into the portal that his brother -Stanley- had accidentally pushed him into during their squabble, watching as it seemingly closed forever.

You wanted to be mad at Stanley, you really did but the man had just lost his brother, his twin brother seemingly forever due to his own actions. So instead you eased off of him and offered to help him with reopening the portal in order to get Ford back, while also giving a triangle demon a piece of your mind for taking advantage of your overachiever of a friend. Ford being lost seeing forever hurt you just as badly as it hurt Stanley and you would do anything and everything if it meant seeing your friend again.

That and probably scold him for ever thinking that a deal with demon would ever go down well without some sort of hidden agenda, for if a deal sounds too good to be true then it might as well be. Something you’ve learned from Stan, whom you leaned was an expert conman who conned people for a living in order to get by. You didn’t necessarily saw it as a good thing to do, living off of the nativity of people and their gullible natures, but you didn’t have much of a choice when Stan assumed the identity of his twin and even has the audacity to lean into the town’s assumptions of you and Ford being married.

‘But we’re not married!’ You spat, letting go of Stan’s hand when you got home after a trip into town, all that effort you and Ford tried in order for people to stop assuming your relationship was ruined in one fell swoop, was this town really that desperate that they’d deeply get involved in someone’s life like?

(Yes the answer was yes)

‘I know that and you know that, but they don’t have to know that. Think about all the money we could make off of this! They’d be eating out of the palm of our hands!’ Stan replied with a smile while you could only scoff, not understanding how this was Ford’s twin brother when the two were only alike in the physical sense rather then anything else.

‘Is that all you see this as? An opportunity to capitalise on their naivety? Their gullibility and for what? A quick buck?’ You argued back as you sat yourself down at the table in the kitchen and rested your head in your hands. ‘They’ll catch on eventually.’ You added sombrely as Stan could only watch you and feel a slight pan in his chest at seeing you upset and at a loss, completely the opposite of the person you were when standing next to Ford.

‘Listen toots, I know this isn’t how you expected things to go-‘

‘You think?’ You shot back, glaring at him as he held up his hands.

‘-but there’s no other option for us other then to keep the charade up until we can reopen that stupid portal and get my brother back.’ Stan then tested the waters by planing his hand atop of your own, felling you flinch slightly at the contact before relaxing when you felt his thumb rub your knuckles comfortingly. ‘But until then we’ve got to see this through until the end and hey maybe you’ll come to like me one day!’ He then adds with a smile but you couldn’t help but scoff.

‘Yeah right, the day I come to enjoy your company Stanley Pines is the day I enter an early grave.’ You replied but there was no malice in your voice like there was before and in that moment it felt like things were okay, even if it was brief but it was enough for you to want to take Stanley up on his word and see it through to the end.

Flash forward 30 years and you and Stanley were still going strong with the whole ‘fake marriage’ thing and to Stan’s credit a business ran by a married couple did work wonders on the paying public, most of whom would find more intrigue about how you two met more so then about the fake attractions that Stan tried to have them believe as things that once existed.

‘A unicorn made out of corn? Really Stan?’ You’d whisper to him as you forced a smile while clinging onto his arm while the dumb tourists took their pictures of the supposed unicorn made out of corn. ‘That has to be your worst one yet.’

‘Trust the process sweetheart, trust the process and watch as these idiots throw their money at the first ‘weird’ thing they see. They never stop to question its credibility and that’s what we bank on most.’ Stan replied before pressing a kiss to your forehead, something he always did to keep the facade alive and fresh, along with pulling you into his side by your waist and gloating about you and all your academic achievements to anyone with ears.

You hated how much he seemingly remembered about you that almost had you rethinking everything you know about this man. But then you stop to constantly reminded yourself that Stan only remembered these parts about you because he needed material to keep your story consistent and without any falling potholes, the man knew how to cover his bases that was for sure, and yet that didn’t stop you from feeling seen whenever Stan bragged about how smart his spouse was.

That’s the one thing that you mentally thanked him for. He didn’t make you play into stereotypes or change anything remotely about yourself to fit his narrative, he let you be the smart and intelligent spouse while he played the man who was happy to snag you before anyone else could and had been riding the high ever since. It was…sweet in a way that you couldn’t describe.

When Mabel and Dipper came to Gravity Falls they were naturally skeptical on whether they should stay with you and Stan, but soon enough did they warm up to you when you could match Dipper in terms of intelligence and treated Mabel with nothing but kindness and encouragement of her creativity. That and the fact that you could sway Stan into letting them do whatever by placing your hand on his bicep and bating your eyes at him.

‘Let the kids have fun, you were quite the troublemaker when you were their age.’ You told him as you played devils advocate for the kids going to the movies and Stan sighed before reluctantly agreeing to your terms.

‘Fine, fine.’ He says before pointing at you. ‘You owe me for this though honey.’

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. ‘And how can I do that?’ You asked.

‘How about you both go on a date!’ Mabel exclaimed from across the table as she pulls out a blindingly glittery and sparkly binder that had written across the front: Mabel’s date plans for Grunkle Stan and great aunt/Grunkle/ y/n.

‘How long have you had that sweetheart?’ You asked her, a little frightened to know the answer as you knew Mabel was emotionally intelligent when it came to these sorts of things.

‘Since I’ve noticed that you and Grunkle Stan don’t go on dates.’ She replies as her brows furrowed while she flicked through the pages of her binder for the perfect date for the pair of you.

‘We’re married honey, we don’t need to go on dates. Being together 24/7 is like a date all in itself.’ Stanley replied as he could feel your hand gripping his bicep tighten, wanting nothing more than to soothe that overworked mind of yours as he placed his hand over the top of yours and squeezed, shooing you a reassuring smile.

‘Not good enough!’ Mabel cried as she pointed at the pair of you. ‘I can see the love in your eyes, that love is so hard to come by nowadays and just because you’re married doesn’t mean you stop going on dates!’

‘When was the last time you did go on a date?’ Dipper asked this time as his eyes darted from you to his Grunkle as you both mentally swore to yourselves. You and Stan have never been on a date, sure you’ve both been through town together but you never actually went anywhere that would be considered a date. After all your marriage was just for show and tell and not the real thing, despite how much you’ve grown to like how he held you at night or looked at you as though you hung the stars in the sky.

‘A long time kiddo.’ Stan told him. ‘And it was the date where I realised that I wanted to be with them for the rest of my life.’ He adds, his eyes softening when the looked at you, making you smile in response as you moved your hand to squeezed his.

‘Awwww!’ Mabel cooed as she watched you and her Grunkle look at each other so tenderly. it was obvious to her that you meant a lot to her Grunkle Stan and he meant a lot to you too that she couldn’t help but hope to find a love like yours one day herself. ‘Which is why I think you should both go on a date tonight! Right Dipper?’

Mabel punches dipper in the shoulder. ‘Yeah you both defiantly should go on a date.’ He agrees as he rubs his shoulder.

You and Stan looked at one another and knew that there was no getting out of this one, but you were both kind of excited for it at the same time, after all what was going to happen? You both actually realise you like each other after all this time? Preposterous.

[phas3d]

Famous!s/o Makes A Song About Him | Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: sexual hints (mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom, matt, theo, lorenzo

summary :: you're a rising pop star, similar to sabrina carpenter/olivia rodrigo and you dedicate a song to them

notes :: heavy inspo from @goldsainz and their writing for f1 drivers! i've been binge reading all of their stuff pls go read it :) they're lowkey inspiring me to make my own f1 page LMAOOOO

DRACO MALFOY "i know i have good judgement, i know i have good taste" - please please please by sabrina carpenter

He listens to the sing intensely, he's enjoying it but you can't read his face properly - thank god you were performing on stage so you couldn't look at his judgy face

But as you keep singing and poking jokes at him, he can't help but break his strong stare and chuckle. He hated admitting that you were funny, but goddamnit your fans just recorded him laughing and blushing

Once you finish performing, he smiles happily and cheers. He can't help but continue to laugh and shake his head from his own shock that YOU, the (y/n) who's famous, beautiful, and talented, is singing a song about HIM???

He'd never admit that all out loud, but you could read him so easily, you knew he was wrapped around your finger

Once your performance is over he greets you backstage with a smile that he's desperately trying to hide

"The song was a solid 8/10" he says as you scoff at him, you could tell he loved it and was too much of a wuss to admit it

And you were right, he has that song on REPEAT - he probably gave you like a million streams on his own

TOM RIDDLE "my baby, here on earth - showed me what my heart was worth" - my love mine all mine by mitski

When he first heard it, he's shocked that it's so somber and slow compared to your usual upbeat songs

He's even more shocked when he hears the lyrics and how simple yet impactful it is, it almost makes him blush

Tom has always been a sucker for poetry and music with simple instrumentals, so when you combined those both into this song he felt so loved

Once you finish performing it for the first time, he can't help but smile to himself, looking at the floor and putting his hand over his mouth to mask his happiness

When you finally come back stage, he walks up to you and hugs you tightly - despite PDA being literally vomit worthy for him

It surprises you so much, you weren't even aware you could have this impact on the cold-hearted Tom - but you did and you loved every second of it

Your song plays on repeat for him constantly, it reminds him that he's loved. He's never ever felt that in his entire life, even from his own brother

The song healed a small part of his deeply broken heart and soul, and he's so grateful for you to bring him even the slightest bit of joy, especially because he knows how difficult he is at times

MATTHEO RIDDLE "the boy is mine, i cant wait to try him, lets get intertwined" - the boy is mine by ariana grande

The second he hears the song and the lyrics, he's smirking and feeling so confident. The entire song is just basically flexing that he's yours - but he feels like he should be the one singing about you like this

Everything about the song is suited to match him perfectly, the beats, the sexual lyrics, even the choregraphy is amazing to him - it's like a perfect art piece just for him

Once you finish recording it, he's left dumbfounded and just smiling. It doesn't help that you send him a wink as well, making his already rapid heart beat even faster

After you finish the entire show, he can't get his hands off of you. He kisses you everywhere, does every command you ask of him, and drives you home at 100 mph

He wants to reward you :)

THEODORE NOTT "when i talk to you, oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart" - from the start by laufey

This song was basically a confession to him, which you hoped he wouldn't notice, but he did instantly and he loved every second of it

He had zero clue you had feelings for him, and vice versa. You guys were both known as the oblivious slow burn couple but you both were clueless to this rumor

Once you perform it live on stage, he decides to steal a random bouquet of flowers from a fan and run backstage to greet you

He gifts you the stolen flowers and smirks, "If you love me just say so," He says with a cocky grin on his face

Before you can tell him to shut up and stop stroking his ego, he leans down to your height and gives you a peck on the lips - making both of you blush

"Once you're done performing, how about we go on a little date" He says with a cute smile, making it impossible to say no

But he lied - that date was not "little" and instead one of the fanciest restaurants ever that he paid extra to play your entire debut album over and over for all the patrons to hear

He's your biggest fan ever and posts your song about him everywhere, literally fucking everyone god he can't stop

LORENZO BERKSHIRE "tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue" - glue song by beabadoobee

Oh my gosh he's already your biggest fan boy ever, so when you sing this song as a surprise gift for him - he's freaking out and shaking against the barriers

He bites his lip and smiles as you sing this cheesy love song about him - he's never had his ego been this inflated and he loves it

Once you finish singing, he screams and shouts so loud that even your die hard fans start to judge him

But he doesn't care and he runs backstage so fast you'd think he's the Flash. He waits backstage for you like an excited puppy waiting for their owner. You could almost see his tag wag from how bright his smile is

The second you walk off the stage, he hugs you tightly and covers you in a thousand kisses - your makeup artist won't be happy but you don't care

"Ohmygosh!!! I love it! I love you! You're so sweet! Ohmygosh!!! The hottest EVER just wrote a song about me!!! A happy little love song!!! Is that the song you've been practicing for so long? Why did you never tell me-" You laugh and shut him up with a kiss on the lips and then another one on his cheek - giving him a kiss lipstick mark on his face

He understands you need to go back and perform so he leaves

Oh, also he doesn't remove your kiss :) He keeps it there the wholeeee night

[tobi-smp]

I don't want to hold anything against this specific person, because I Remember the discourse that lead to this and I know exactly how it could get passed around and warped (either through telephone or someone's own memory shifting with time).

that said, I never liked that discourse specifically Because it was a clear misreading of the text, and what better opportunity do I have to talk about it now.

the context was the bench trio therapy stream. tommy had been beaten to death by dream, sat in limbo for months, and then revived and told Explicitly that dream was planning on escaping prison and tormenting the rest of the server.

the mindset that tommy is in is that he Has to do something, but he's deeply traumatized by what's happened to him. he's Scared to go back to the prison, but he has no choice but to do it for the safety of everyone else in the server.

the "therapy stream" was bench trio Trying to do exposure therapy on tommy to help him work through his trauma in the lead up to attempting to infiltrate the prison. and the entire point is that they Absolutely Were Not actually helping.

what they were Actually doing was triggering tommy by exposing him to things that he was traumatized by, because they didn't actually know how to do exposure therapy and what they were trying to do wasn't healthy in the first place.

so the Context of this conversation is tommy desperately trying to just, Get Rid Of his trauma (something that is absolutely not possible) while entering a worse and worse mindset because he was intentionally triggering himself.

Likewise, the context for Tubbo's half of the conversation is that he Very Intentionally represses his own trauma, both from Himself and from other people. he puts himself in a little box that he buries under the floorboards and asks people to ignore the way the boards creak when they walk on him.

there's a million ways you could cut Why he does this. part it is his people pleasing, willingly pushing himself down for the sake of everyone else no matter how painful. seeing Himself as an accessory to the people he cares about, rather than a whole complete and important person. and in part because it feels Safer, it's Safer to pretend that nothing hurt him.

and Why that is is complicated. part of it is External. he doesn't Get to be angry about what he's been through, because the people he's angry At will just hurt him again. and if he thinks about how he's hurt then he Will get angry, so he just Won't Think About It.

and part of it is that I don't think he wants to process his trauma any more than tommy does. because it's painful, because he doesn't have the tools to actually work through it, because they aren't Safe so he can't afford to break down now (trouble is, there never Seems to be a "safe" time to think about himself).

they're the Repression Brothers. the difference being that tommy's at a different stage of it. not a Healthy One, but different.

tommy spent months not being able to put into words what exile was, what pogtopia was, was the final control room was. and he still won't be able to put it in plain words for some time from here.

but he's reached the point where he Can't ignore it anymore, but he still doesn't know what to Do about it. he's still frustrated with an (to an extent) Ashamed Of his trauma. he feels Lesser Than he was before and wants it to all just go away and go back to Normal.

he's doing this because he Has To, because he Has to be strong enough to fight dream. because if he's too scared to do it then he'd be sacrificing everyone else's safety.

he and tubbo are doing the Same Thing in different fonts, sacrificing their well being for the people Around Them, including Each Other.

so, lets go back to that moment that started all of this.

the exposure therapy was on the final control room section, with tommy working through having been killed by dream.

tubbo mentions that he died that night too, and tommy says something to the effect of "you did, but you have thicker skin."

this has been taken out of context to mean "you did, but I have it worse than you," when IN CONTEXT it means "you did, but you're stronger than me," or more accurately "you did, But I'm Worse Than You."

tommy does not see his trauma in the context of stupid apologist discourse. he sees his trauma as something that makes him Worse, as something he Shouldn't Feel. as something that makes him Weaker than everyone else, who Obviously are so much more put together than he is.

when he says this he's not saying that he's more important than tubbo, he's putting himself down in comparison TO tubbo.

and this is absolutely still harmful ! This is legitimately one of tommy's character flaws ! but it is Not the selfishness that people make it out to be.

it's tommy accidentally hurting other people by seeing Himself negatively. it's an unhealthy relationship with mental health, and a Realistic one considering the circumstances and setting.

likewise, it's Just As Much born from tubbo's own unhealthy coping mechanisms. tommy assumes that what happened didn't bother tubbo the way it did him because Tubbo wants him to think that.

Tubbo doesn't let tommy see how much he's hurting, which in turn feeds into this cycle.

tubbo assumes he Has to shove his trauma down for tommy's sake (for the sake of Everyone he cares about), and so tommy assumes tubbo was just Stronger than him and wants desperately to just shove his own trauma away the way tubbo seems to be able to.

this moment IS tragic, it IS an example of the two of them hurting each other. but it's BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER !!!

Both Of Them are trying to be strong enough to protect the other, and it's Hurting Them. it's unhealthy, but it 's not Malicious. it's self-sacrificial not Selfish. it's not something they've done to each other but what's been done To Them by the world they live in. what they've done to Themselves trying to live in it.

this shouldn't have been a discourse moment, it should've been clingyduoers tearing each other apart in the street at the tragedy of it

[readychilledwine]

His, Yours, Mine

Summary - Finding out you were pregnant should have been the best news. It's too bad you don't know which of your three mates is possibly the father, though.

Prompt - Day 3 - Secrets

Warnings - slightly hidden pregnancy trope, pregnancy, being put in a protective bubble, alcohol mentioned, slightly angsty but I know some of you are hurting from all the angst going around so it turns to Fluff quickly.

A/N - Happy @polyacotarweek day 3! I almost turned this into a Lucien x Reader x Tamlin fic before I decided to keep it with the batboys to include Starfall. There is still an urge to make a Spring Court Trouple version of this, though, so let me know. Also, I included how I imagined Rhysand discovering Feyre's pregnancy went. As much as I hate the storyline, I can see him being so emotional over a baby

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Madja held your hand in hers as you cried. You cried from joy, from frustration, from shock, from sadness. This should have been the happiest news of your long life, but you found yourself more confused than anything.

“It is a blessing from the Mother, y/n.” She ran a hand along your cheek, “They will be overjoyed.”

The laugh you let out was bitter. “I can't even tell them who the father is.”

“Does it matter in this type of relationship? All of them will be happy. They all want a family with you, together."

To you, it mattered. It mattered so deeply that two weeks into knowing, you still had your scent glamored when your mates were home, hiding the babe from them until you thought of the perfect thing to say.

Guilt had started eating at you as you pulled away from them, lying about stress from the new play you were asked to write the symphony for. Azriel so desperately wanted a family, even if he would not admit it, and was willing to wait until after you had given his brothers their babies. Cassian wanted a daughter more than he wanted food some days. He spoke about it constantly, about how he would braid her hair and purchase her beautiful dresses. Rhys wanted every baby you two passed on the street, always stopping to say hello and get to hold the smallest members of his court. He said it was practice for when you would bless him. Son or daughter, it did not matter to him.

You felt like this was bound to disappoint two of them, a babe, but not theirs. You signed as you continued putting away the sheet music you had been composing on. "What are we going to do, little one?" You placed a hand on your stomach.

You were home alone, magic completely dropped, and so deep into organizing your next big composition, you had not noticed Rhys walking in with two glasses of champagne until they had long shattered on the floor.

“Baby,” he whispered. He fell to his knees before you, hands gripping your hips gently as his forehead rested against your lower stomach. “Baby.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, basking in the joy he was sending so deep down the bond that your other two mates appeared. Cassian, always with weapons in hand, dropped them instantly. He didn't even care as they joined the scatter glass and champagne on the floor. He was at your and Rhysand's side instantly, kissing you deeply before kneeling next to Rhys and kissing the side of you stomach. Azriel had frozen, eyes wide and staring at you. “You're sure?”

All Rhys could do was nod, whispering again, “Baby. We're having a baby."

Dinner was a celebration just the four of you. The males all too happily planning out a nursery. You pushed the food around your plate, feeling too guilty to enjoy the meal Cassian had made you all. “Y/n, what's wrong?” Azriel pulled you to him. “Is it the babe? Do you need to lay down?”

You felt tears begin to fall as the guilt consumed you. “I don't know which one of you is the father.”

You waited. Waited for the 3 of them to fight, to lay claim to the babe, but Cassian and Rhys just both looked at Azriel and then you. “It is technically Azriel's,” the High Lord spoke slowly. “You smell like him. But it is also mine. Also, Cassian's. The babe is ours. We all are it's father.”

“But-”

“Sweetheart,” Cassian took your hand. “We knew once this bond happened, there was a chance you would get pregnant, and we wouldn't know who fathered the baby until the scent kicked in.. We do not want to be fathers, though. We want to be dads. We love you and the little babe, regardless of you smelling like Azriel.”

Azriel was nuzzled into you. “We accepted a long time ago that everything you got pregnant, you would smell like only one of us, and that one of us would get more protective.” He kept scenting you. “I would have been happy if it was Rhysand's or Cassian's.”

Rhysand finally spoke again. “A babe is always a means for Celebration as well.” You groaned. “I am thinking of an announcement at Starfall? With all of our family there?”

“That's only 2 weeks for me to plan and put something together.” You were used to Rhysand giving you short deadlines for things involving your family, the rest of the Inner Circle, and the Court of Nightmares, but for all of Velaris? You held those events to such high standards, and had since Rhysand asked you to take over that duty as High Lady.

“You could keep it simple this time?” You turned slowly to Cassian, glaring as he put his hands up in surrender. “Or not. Murder hormones kicked in today. Noted."

And “simple” had no place in the description of what you had done. You had made the choice to have the Rainbow opened to the celebration, watching as guests admired every faelight enchanted to twinkle like the stars themselves, watching as every guest took their turns on the dance floor you had put temporarily into the center of the large open theater. Rhys had allowed you to spare no expense. Vendors had made countless cakes and treats, food was plenty, drinks were pouring, and the orchestra played lively music.

You were shielded in the magic bubble all three males had demanded you be put in, but it wasn't enough for Azriel, who hung behind you like a constant threat even in his finest dress clothing.

Your own dress showed the smallest curve where your child was growing, causing every guest who greeted you and High Lord to pass their congratulations unknowing of the circumstances. “Won't they all shit when they figure out Az put a baby in you first?” You slammed an elbow into Cassian's stomach, smiling at an elderly couple as they held Rhysand's hands, praising him for bringing the city all together to celebrate a Night Court tradition and such a joyous announcement.

“We are just getting some of them okay with the idea of all of us as a mated unit. Let's not cause any heart attacks, Cassian.” He nodded to your statement and held a water glass to your mouth.

“Going to be a long night, sweetheart. Let's stay hydrated.”

The music switched to a soft violin based turn, one you had composed as Starfall began. Azriel held you close as everyone's attention turned to the sky, including yours. All three of your mates had their eyes locked on you, soft smiles on their faces as they watched the childlike wonder wash over you despite years of witnessing the event. “Always so beautiful.”

“Of course you are,” Azriel whispered. “And you will look even more beautiful when you begin to show more.”

“I can't wait,” Rhysand's hand went to that small bump, “To hold our babe.”

Cassian's hand rested on Rhysand. “Our baby. The first of many.”

“We would toast you, darling, but no champagne for you,” Rhysand handed a glass to Cass and Az, then water to you. “Darling?”

“To the stars who listen,” your voice broke as tears of joy came.

“And the dreams that are answered,” they all echoed.

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[mckinlily]

Imagine a world where Bruce Wayne did not become Batman. Instead, he is just a Normal Dude. Or as normal as a billionaire deeply dedicated philanthropy in a city as insane as Gotham can be.

Because make no mistake: just because Bruce is not Batman does not mean Gotham is not Gotham.

There are a few new players though—on the Rogues side.

Timothy Drake is the teen business tycoon of Drake Industries. Absent of the inspiration of Batman and the socialization and warmth of Dick Grayson, he is ruthless and logical to a fault in pursuit of his goals and just as viciously chaotic as the disaster little brother Jason knows.

In other words, he’s Gotham’s youngest supervillian. The only good news is his chosen nemesis is Lex Luthor. Maybe. Timothy doesn’t care much about collateral damage. It’s not his goal to harm civilians, but he certainly doesn’t include their safety as a priority in his convoluted schemes to mess with Luthor.

Talon is an undead murderer who slaughtered a huge swath the Gotham’s 1% five years ago and, despite being spotted many times since, has never been apprehended. He appears when he wants and disappears just as readily, and Gotham just has to accept there’s a killer stalking their streets and there’s nothing they can do about it. Sometimes Talon has been known to rescue people, especially, but it’s never clear how or why exactly Talon chooses who is victim verses aggressor. And the end is always brutal and bloody for those Talon deems aggressor.

Damian is still Bruce’s biological son and raised by Talia in the League of Assassins. But when he was left in Gotham and met his father, this Bruce was so baffled and thrown by a child assassin that Damian immediately takes as rejection and runs away. (He doesn’t even stay long enough for Bruce to be sure it wasn’t a hallucination or very strange dream).

Damian is almost immediately found and adopted by Talon, so now Gotham has TWO bird-themed killers liable to jump down on you from nowhere and for any reason.

Oh, and god help you if you so much as make Talon’s baby Owlet sad. If you’re lucky, it will be the last thing you do.

Barbara is an ordinary librarian…who can be hired as a mercenary hacker for the right price. The public isn’t afraid of her because they don’t know she exists. More than one politician or public figure has been ruined because of the blackmail she unearthed on them. But what side exactly is the police commissioner’s daughter on? And how much of Gotham does she have under thumb?

(Is she a secret ally and accessory to Timothy Drake’s many plots?)

Steph, thank god, is actually NOT a villain, super or otherwise. She’s the one vigilante attempting to help Gotham. Spoiler has connections among some of the caped community like Supergirl or Wonder Girl. But without Bat training or the police cooperation forged years ago by Batman, she’s mostly just striving to survive while taking on Gotham’s many, many gang. Make no mistake, she’s impressive. But desperate. Spoiler comes with guns and explosions. So. Many. Explosions. Gotham has never heard of the “no kill” rule. And likely never will.

(Cass also lives in Gotham. But no one will ever see her or even know she’s there.)

Jason….well. Baby Jason never stole any Batmobile tires and never was adopted by a strange but kind billionaire. He was never killed at 15.

He died in the winter before he turned 13.

And then one day, Adult Canon Jason gets thrown into this dimension. And somehow Gothan is WORSE?! How is that even possible? Also his siblings are running around being super villains and killing people? Bruce! Control your children!!

But this Bruce does not have children (he’s still mostly convinced Damian was a prank or hallucination). He is horrified by the idea of children fighting crime. He has absolutely no idea how to handle exceptionally talented chaos machines with too much passion and no sense of self preservation. And he’s frankly a little disturbed by Jason himself and his guns and refusal to “work within the system” and Jason nopes out of there so freaking fast.

Jason also, slowly, has to become okay with the realization that his siblings are not insane because they were made Robin. They became Robin because they were already insane. There was no way to create a normal human being out of any of them.

(Jason does not want to look too closely at what that says about him.)

In the end, Jason teams up with Steph. He connects her with Dick/Talon, who is more than happy to have a new Owlet to train and preen, and Damian only slightly stabs her. They manage to persuade/threaten Tim into caring enough to help get Jason back to his dimension with misuse of Drake Industry research equipment. Damian very much does stab Tim. Tim retaliates by locking Damian in an industrial freezer. Dick thinks they’re bonding. Jason introduces them to Babs, but frankly he has no idea what he’s hoping to achieve from this. Probably nothing good because Dick, despite being an under-socialized undead assassin with some weird mannerisms and ways of speaking, still manages to pull a woman way out his league like Barbie. And Babs seems to have no problem with the “murder” part that description.

Jason never realized how much Bruce’s strict moral code and “the Mission” were key to the rest of them becoming remotely positive influences in society. Or how little Bruce has to do with his siblings getting into dangerous, violent situation. He doesn’t like anything about it.

They work out how send Jason back, and he returns to his dimension with the feeling he’s just left Alternate Gotham to a gang of supervillains.

…at least they’re together?

And Talon Dick won’t let any of his new Owlets die and will rain bloody vengeance on anyone who tries. So that’s good. For them at least.

(Jason feels absurdly like he should be apologizing to this universe’s Bruce. Or. Someone. He doesn’t. But he feels like he should.)

Back at in his dimension and at the Batcave, Jason pauses and just stares at Batman for a very, very long time. Finally, he takes a deep breath and solemnly nods just once before taking off into the Manor for Alfred’s cookies.

Bruce has no idea what the fuck just happened.

[reidrum]

good night moon | s.r

A/N: hi again ! this one is deeply self indulgent i fear but who cares i hope you like it as much as i do <3 ps let me know what kinda fics i should write next !!

cw: spencer reid x bau!reader, cm type violence, reader is afab but this only is referred to when mentioning reader is a daughter, sad thoughts, hurt/comfort, talks about nightmares, spencer just wants to take care you gdm it why won’t you let him

wc: 2.4k

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trudging up the stairs of the bullpen, you tried your best to use whatever sense you had left to beeline to the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. thank god the bau had minimal reflective surfaces because you’re sure you look like the evil old lady from snow white. that was just, your opinion of course. to everyone else you looked fine.

fine was so subjective. what did these fuckers know about being fine? they weren’t the ones on the mission. they don’t know what you saw, how you did nothing, how you couldn’t do anything.

“FBI hands up!” you yell holding your gun and flashlight at the unsub. he’s holding the victim at knifepoint, a twelve year old girl who reminded you too much of yourself.

this unsub’s MO was kidnapping eldest daughters of families that had sons as well, because he believed the son should be the eldest child with the most responsibility and that the daughters were only there to create more babies. the team had deduced that he was the youngest child to an older sister who he felt had too much control over him, combined with his fascination with the perfect nuclear family, it slowly turned him into a sociopathic killer.

“come any closer and i’ll slit her throat!” the unsub bellowed, getting dangerously close to her carotid artery.

“you don’t wanna do that, man,” derek says behind you, “just put the knife down and we can talk.”

“there’s nothing left to talk anymore! i’m already going to prison. there’s no point.”

you called out the unsub’s name, “i know how you’re feeling, i have a younger brother too and he feels the same way you do sometimes. what your sister did to you was not okay, but not all sisters are like that. we just want to care for our family. let them have the chance to be the big sister you wished for.”

the unsub seemed to contemplate your words for a minute, then looks up at you with eyes devoid of any light, “then this one is dedicated to you, agent.” and he drags the knife across her neck leaving waterfalls of blood coming out.

you’re not really sure what happened next. a gun went off, presumably derek’s, to kill the unsub. and then it was you screaming as you rushed to the young girl to try and stop her bleeding, but it was no use. the cut was deep enough to nick that damn carotid and all you could do was hold her in her last moments.

“te- tell my family i love them, and that i’m sorry.” the young girl spurts out so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

“no sweet girl, don’t be sorry,” you say through hiccuped cries, “i’m sorry i couldn’t save you.”

the last thing you remember was feeling strong hands carrying you out of the building. you couldn’t hear much, the sound of your wails pretty much masked anything in a five mile radius. you could taste the iron lingering in your mouth from biting your lip too hard and desperately collecting the salty tears and sweat trickling down your face. at first you smelled smoke and dust, most likely from being in the cave where the unsub was. but as you were being dragged away from the crime scene you were influxxed with a musky scent, and a hint of vanilla with that fresh laundry smell. spencer. the last thing you see are his worried little brown eyes staring down at you before everything goes dark.

that was monday. it is now thursday. the case had wrapped up, the unsub was dead the families were notified and now you all were in the office doing your paperwork for the case.

and all of you were doing fine, right? everyone else had already coped and processed the case, already stepping back into their normal life routines. but you, you couldn’t have it that easy, but god you wish you did.

since that day, you’d been holing up in your apartment with all the lights turned on. you sat in your living room, eating a bowl of fruit loops and watching bluey, because listen it’s a great show and we should acknowledge it. you cry out loud seeing bluey care for her little sister bingo, and it brings you back to that dusty cave and the bloodied hands.

you could feel sleep creeping up on you, yet you subconsciously found a way to push bedtime by doing menial tasks like cleaning, extra long skincare, watching a movie. when you ran out of things to do, you entered your room and just stared at your bed. how were you supposed to admit to yourself that the horror isn’t in the movie you just watched where the creepy demons kill everyone, but it’s what is waiting for you behind closed eyelids.

so the only logical solution was to just, not sleep. you whipped out every trick in the book to stay awake for as long as you could— energy drinks, coffee, splashing cold water, anything so you wouldn’t have to reface your plagued memories.

spencer observed you from a distance. he watched as you got coffee a whopping three times before 10am, you picking at your skin, not to mention the bags growing under your eyes. it was then he formed a hypothesis, he was a scientist after all. that you simply were not sleeping because of the case. it was much less a hypothesis and more of a fact because he knew exactly what it was upon first sight of you, hell he invented the sleep avoidance look.

and as the inventor it meant he knew the feeling more intimately than he would like to admit. spencer knew what it felt like to be debilitated by the confines of your brain, holding onto shreds of memories you know are not worth remembering but have somehow marked their territory anyway. and everyone coped differently, for spencer he isolated himself for days and then threw himself into work. for you? well, that was the next part of spencer’s experiment.

spencer approaches you in the kitchen as you’re pouring your fourth cup before noon, “hi.”

“hi.”

“how are you? feels like we haven’t talked in a bit.”

“i’m good, sorry i’ve just been. busy.”

spencer frowned internally, he knew you weren’t doing a single thing but working at the office. “are you okay? do you want to talk about last week?”

you cut him off abruptly and start walking out, “i really have to finish these reports spence, talk to you later.”

spencer knew better, he should give you space to cope by yourself. you were an adult, you can take care of yourself. but you shouldn’t have to, he thinks. spencer still tells himself he knows better as he’s waiting on your doorstep that night, about to the rapp the door.

after a minute of no answer he knocks again this time calling your name through the door, “will you let me in please? i want to show you something.”

still nothing. he continues, “i know what you’re feeling, and i want to help, please.”

he almost gives up and turns around when he hears the turn of a lock and slight creek of the door opening to see you in all your beautiful glory.

now you, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes. avengers pj shorts with a baggy uni t shirt, hair flying in any direction, and a look that spencer could only describe as grief. but god if you weren’t the most beautiful human he’d seen in his life, he’d be lying.

you were coming up on day 3? or was it 4? of no sleep. it’s not like you were not sleeping at all you took little 30 minute naps each day, enough to get you some shut eye but not enough to make it your rem stage of sleep.

spencer speaks again, “can i come in?” you nod silently and open the door wider for him to step in. he removes his shoes and it’s then you notice a big ole tote bag he’s lugging to your living room.

“what’s in the bag?”

“ah, come sit. i brought magical things.” he smiles playfully.

you shuffle over to sit a seat’s cushion away from him and watch as he starts pulling item by item from his mary poppins bag.

candles, essential oils, books, but specifically romance novels with the silly cartoon covers that he swears aren’t real books but you argue with him until he concedes, melatonin gummies, pillow sleep spray, and one more item that he’s holding onto for what seems to be dramatic effect. you’re not amused.

“and the piece de resistance,” he presents the last item, and you look confused for a second, until you recognize the item in front of you and immediately start tearing up. in his hands is a grogu weighted stuffed animal that he holds out for you to take. “i know you’re not sleeping. it happened to me when, you know. i figured it would be helpful if you had someone who could empathize how you’re feeling. and because you’re my best friend and i care about you.”

your bottom lip trembles, and you feel the ice block you’ve kept yourself in this past week start to melt uncontrollably. “spence…” you breathe out so quietly. he did all this? for you? doctor spencer reid went out to the store, and bought a grogu stuffed animal for you to cuddle at night to ease your loneliness?

the concept of being taken care of was so foreign to you, as the eldest daughter in your family it was always you taking care of others and making sure everyone was okay. but rarely did anyone check on you, how you were holding up. and you had learned to cope by yourself, to handle the big emotions by yourself, but for once, someone was willing to take all that weight off your shoulders and let you breathe. and god, did it feel so cathartic you could burst out in sobs.

so you did.

“hey,” he says scooting closer to you so he can scoop you into his chest, “was that a lot? penelope said i’d probably overwhelm you but all of the things i brought are scientifically proven sleep additives-“

“no i just, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” you whimper.

spencer’s eyes soften, “you deserve it. what happened last week… was hard. i just wanted to help.”

“thank you,” he hears a muffled response and rubs his hands affectionately down your back, “damn, all this crying is making me so tired.”

“see! the magic of the poppins bag.” he chuckles. you laugh too. spencer thinks all the flowers in a mile radius just bloomed.

“it’s just,” you start out, nuzzling into his chest deeper, “the second i close my eyes and dream, i see her. and how i couldn’t save her. and how the others i couldn’t save either.” you feel your chest seizing up again.

“okay well hey, hey. you did what you were trained to do. any other agent in your position would’ve tried talking him down the way you did. and your personal story gave you an advantage that no one else would’ve had. statistically speaking, you were the best chance at getting through to him. yeah it didn’t work, but it wouldn’t be probability if it always worked,” he cradles your face in his big hands, “we’re all so proud of you, you know. rossi’s waiting for you to be back on your feet so he can host pasta night at his hou- sorry his mansion again.”

spencer looks down at you properly to your tear stained cheeks and brushes your hair back. he sees the pain and tiredness fighting behind your eyes and asks softly, “what do you need right now?”

“i’m tired.” you lament.

“then lets go sleep.”

“i can’t.”

“why not?”

“im scared.”

“well that’s why i brought the stuff silly goose,” he taps your nose, “come on, let’s go set it up.”

spencer brings all the sleep aids to your room and sets them up appropriately, even plugging in your sunrise lamp to help with the ambient lighting. the only thing left to do is for you to get into your bed.

you both stand on opposite sides of your bed, and he’s waiting for you to get in so can tuck you in. you hesitate and look up at him with the same worried eyes he saw all those days ago.

“could you stay for bit?”

“i can stay for some time if you want” you both speak at the same time. you giggle again, spencer thinks an angel got its wings.

thank god he wore sweats and a comfy t shirt he thinks. he slid in under the blanket and holds it open for you to come in, “come on, you’re missing the cuddle party with grogu and i!” you beam widely and finally sink into your bed.

spencer pulls you into his chest, wrapping an arm around your shoulder blade, and the other taking a spot on your hip rubbing soft circles. you lay your head to rest on his chest, right above his beating heart. you try to let the metronomic thumps lull you to sleep, but spencer can still feel your eyelashes fluttering about on his chest. he knows what you’re thinking, because of course he does.

“look at me,” he nudges you, you look up at his eyes again and see nothing but pure love and reassurance as he continues, “you are safe. nothing can hurt you. i promise.”

“are you sure?” you let out meekly,

“i’m sure. it’s okay, go to sleep,” he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your forehead. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

you shakily take a deep breath, and close your eyes.

after five minutes of spencer rubbing shapes into your back, he can finally hear the soft snores coming from below. he places another kiss on your head, whispers, “good night angel girl,” and doses off.

you wake up the next morning feeling so rested and relieved you can’t help but give spencer a big hug that wakes him up. spencer thinks he’d be the luckiest man in the universe if he could wake up like this everyday.

[sonotpattismith]

it's britney, bitch

pairing: choso kamo x reader word count: 10.6k inspired by: oops!… I did it again by britney spears content: fluff, friend zoning, friends to lovers, car accident, a lil corny, a lil angsty, choso being my baby girl princess, suggestive content, 18+

“Can’t you just sleep with him or something!” 

Everyday you came closer and closer to making an abrupt u-turn on your decision to become a teacher. Inhaling deeply to collect your thoughts before you smacked the teenage boy in front of you, you blinked slowly at him, a clear sign that you were losing your patience. Your students knew it too, evident in the way they slowly inched away from you. 

“First of all,” You gritted through your teeth, but you were still unable to hold back the amused smile that crept up your lips at the fear in Itadori’s face upon seeing your temper flare. “That is so unbelievably inappropriate for you to say.”

At once, the pink haired boy was bowing apologetically at you, submissively waving his hands out in front of him as if it would grant him your mercy. “Secondly, you’re being mean. He just wants to spend time with you.” 

“Easy for you to say,” Kugisaki scoffed, kicking at Itadori to stop his groveling. “You’re not the one who has a six foot curse following your friends around and scaring away everyone at the mall!” 

You pinched at the bridge of your nose, wondering how your lesson plan, which you’d insisted on having outside for the sake of your hyperactive students, had been bulldozed by the conversation of Yuji’s newly discovered brother. The trio seemed desperate to get any space from him, especially the younger brother in question. In truth, you felt bad for Choso Kamo— Yuji was all he had left, and being a big brother was all he knew. Still, you could understand why the group of teens were growing increasingly annoyed by the older man’s budding into all their plans. Not bad enough to sleep with him to get him off their asses, but bad nonetheless. 

“They’re right, he’s definitely creepy.” Fushiguro agreed gruffly, finally turning to face you with his usual blunt expression. 

“Give him a break.” You huffed, glancing back down at your book in hopes of finding a way to veer back on topic. “You did kill his only other family members, so technically this is on you guys.”

“Actually that was just Itadori and Kugisaki.” The raven-haired boy reminded. His two friends whipped their heads back at him with icy glares. It was Yuji who finally turned back to you with his hands clasped in front of him pleadingly. 

“C’mon, Sensei, he’s a handsome guy. Take him out!” He begged, ignoring the way the redhead beside him scoffed at his use of handsome in describing the man. Suddenly, his brown eyes drifted behind you before settling in horror. “Oh god, he’s coming over here.”

“Stop it!” You growled lowly, peering over your shoulder to see Choso in the distance. The school had agreed to take him in with the understanding that he was being closely monitored. In truth, despite his intimidating appearance and his dubious status as a half-curse, you didn’t feel like you had much to worry about with regard to him. In his time at the school, he’d been helping out (or attempting to) with combat training for the students in Gojo’s absence. Sure, he was a little awkward, and the ever present dark circles around his eyes were kind of unsettling, and he didn’t really know how to hold a conversation that well— but he seemed nice enough. Then again, it was usually Itadori he spoke to and hung around with, so you didn’t know him that well. 

Snapping your head back over to the trio before you, you huddled in closer to them with a firm expression. “Listen, Choso is only just now learning how to live as a human and not a curse. So, no, I cannot just date him. You need to lighten up on him, he did a lot for you— for all of us.” 

“And I’m grateful! But I just want to be able to hang out with my friends without him lurking behind us. Please, can you at least talk to him?” Itadori pleaded, his voice dropping into a whisper as his brother drew closer. You sighed deeply, taking in the desperate look in your student’s eyes. After all, these three had been through enough as it was. A chance to just be kids again was the least you could grant them, and maybe teaching Choso some basic human boundaries wouldn’t be such a bad thing. 

“I’ll do what I can, but be nice to him.” You warned, straightening your posture as you saw the tall man approaching your group out of the corner of your eye. Smiling politely at him, you took note of how his ghoulishly pale complexion seemed to glow under the sunlight. It emphasized the deep blood mark that ran across his nose, reminding you that he wasn’t entirely human despite how he appeared. You thought his change in wardrobe helped ease that villainous energy he seemed to radiate, having swapped his typical robes for mainly black attire— t-shirts, crewnecks, loose fitting bottoms. Choso seemed to prioritize mobility and practicality above all else, if he was even putting that much thought into what he was wearing at all. 

“Oh, I thought class would have been over by now.” The half-curse commented, nodding kindly (albeit a little awkwardly) at you in greeting. 

“We’re actually…” you trailed off, taking note of the time on your small, wrist watch before huffing in annoyance that these students had managed to monopolize the entire end of your class with this dilemma of theirs. “All done for the day, apparently.”

“Did you still want to see that worm film, Yuji?” Choso asked casually, and you couldn’t help but empathize with him and the way he was trying so hard to connect with his younger brother. The younger brother in question was having none of it though, glancing obviously at you with wide and urging eyes as if to say do something. 

“Actually Choso, I was hoping to get your help on something, if you don’t mind staying back?” You babbled off the top of your head, trying to rack your brain for anything you could occupy him with. His dark eyes peered over at you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. 

Okay, maybe these kids are onto something— he is kind of freaky. 

His dark brows furrowed just a fraction before he looked back over at Yuji, who seemed to be holding his breath in anticipation. 

“It’s for a lesson plan I was hoping to do on blood manipulation. I thought maybe you could come in to show the kids a few things?” This seemed to peak his interest more, and you watched his shoulders fall slowly with the beginnings of acceptance. As if you needed to seal the deal anymore, you elbowed at his arm playfully, a motion that had him ever-so-slightly jerking in the opposite direction. “Gotta keep things interesting, y’know?”

“That would be so cool!” Itadori gushed dramatically, but you could see the desperation behind his eyes— he just wanted Choso to agree so his friends could go to the movies in peace tonight. The half-curse perked up a bit at his brother’s enthusiasm, and you thought you saw a ghost of a smile on his usually gently set pout. Your heart clenched guiltily at the way his eyes lit up.

“I can stay behind.” He offered, finally turning to face you with a newfound motivation. “We‘ll have to watch it another time then, Yuji.” 

“You got it, bro!” The pink-haired boy cheesed enthusiastically before the trio rushed off, likely worried the man would change his mind. Your head shook silently at the eager students, and as you looked back at Choso, who was now staring expectantly at you with his usual stoic expression, you almost started to regret your decision. 

The awkward tension continued to settle around you as the two of you got back to your classroom. His comically large frame was squeezed uncomfortably into one of the desks, shoulders stiff as he watched you write down discussion points for the lesson. You tried to get more of his input on what he thought would be good to include, but he seemed hesitant to participate. 

“Choso, you’re kind of the expert here.” You urged teasingly, tapping your pen idly against your lesson notebook. He glanced up at you with that familiarly subtle pout on his lips. 

“I don’t know if I’m the best person for this. Yuji doesn’t seem to think I’m a very good teacher.” 

His explanation had your heart sinking a bit. You made a mental note to lecture your students about their treatment of the new member again.

“You can’t listen to Itadori, he’s just a kid.” You laughed softly, setting your pen down to give your full attention to the reserved man before you. Biting your lip pensively, you wondered if now would be a good time to weave some suggestions into the conversation. 

“He listens to you though… pays attention.” Choso  murmured, and it was clear in the distant look in his dark eyes that his mind was elsewhere. There was no malice or jealousy in his tone, just a pensiveness that set his already sharp features into a firm gaze. “You’re good at what you do. Yuji and his friends like you.” 

You smiled bashfully at his unintentional compliment, but you didn’t miss the subtext in his words— but they don’t like me. Pursing your lips, you stood from your chair and walked around to lean against the desk he was occupying. You knew it didn’t have anything to do with whether he was a good teacher or not, it was his lack of understanding of how to be human and how to connect— especially given the fair age gap between him and Yuji. 

“You’re not a bad teacher, Choso.” You assured with a knowing smile. His arms crossed over his chest, almost as if he was trying to make himself smaller as he sunk further into the cramped seat. “It’s not even about whether you’re a good teacher or not, you know. They’re kids, teenagers at that. You can’t just force that respect.” 

As he peered up at you through his dark lashes, the vulnerability that shone through his curiosity made him appear far less intimidating. The wispy, stray bangs that fell from his buns brushed against his furrowed brows, and you fought the urge to push the offending pieces from his face. Despite the clear confusion on his face, you desperately hoped he would catch on to what you were putting down. 

“You’ve gotta be cooler, Cho!” You encouraged with a light shove to his shoulder. 

“Cooler?”

“Yuji’s at an age where he’s gonna want to hang out with his friends— do stupid stuff, you know? You have to let him be a kid.” 

He sighed with a frustrated pout on his lips. When his dark eyes met yours again, there was a quiet desperation in them. It made your gaze soften— it made him look more human. 

“I want to be there for him… like I couldn’t be for my younger brothers.” 

You felt your shoulders slump in sympathy for him. There was a lingering guilt that settled in your chest for ever having thought of him as anything less than a man trying to right his wrongs in life. Then again, you weren’t sure that Choso knew who he was as a human yet either, much less how to be there for others. 

“And you are. Just not in the way you think is best for him. You have to let him come to you. Don’t try to insert yourself in with all these younger kids, Cho.” You laughed half heartedly, and his lip quirked as if he was at least attempting to reciprocate, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “If you try so hard to fit in with them, he can never see you as his big brother. Big brothers bail you out of trouble, teach you how to drive… that kind of stuff means a lot to them.” 

The tall man sat up in the desk suddenly, the metaphorical wheels turning in his mind. Still, there was that furrow of discouragement that formed a thin line between his brows. The blood mark across his nose scrunched up with the rest of his face in a manner that had you biting back an amused grin. 

“I don’t know how to drive though.” 

You had hoped to finish up your lesson plan and go grocery shopping after work that Friday afternoon, maybe curl up on the couch and watch a movie you’d already seen twenty times. So, you weren’t sure how you ended up slamming the driver’s side door of your car shut, huffing in determination as you prepared to give a makeshift driver’s ed class to the half-curse now occupying your passenger seat. Choso sat stiffly in the leather seat, hands clutched against his thighs as he watched you intently, awaiting your instruction. 

“Okay, first and foremost, put your seatbelt on.” You ordered, turning to buckle yourself in as well. “When you teach Yuji, always make sure he has it on. These kids don’t fear death these days.” 

As you rambled on distractedly, you caught Choso’s apprehensive figure in your peripheral. He watched you click in your buckle with furrowed brows before looking back at his own chair unassuredly. An apologetic smile settled on your lips, and you reached over him to grab his seat belt for him. He tensed as your hair brushed against his jaw, the lingering scent of your shampoo distracting him from the task at hand. Nonetheless, he tried to focus back in as you pulled the device across his chest and nodded in the direction of the buckle. 

“Here, click it in here.” 

You held the belt out for him, and he nodded slowly before taking it from you and clicking it into place. With a satisfied nod, you teasingly pulled on the belt to assure it was secure across his chest. 

“All good to go, Captain.” 

Choso questioned why he wasn’t the one in the driver’s seat, and you had to quickly remind him that you weren’t about to let him operate the thousand plus pound machinery without at least seeing someone do it first. Ever eager to learn, he was leaned over the center console most of the time, curious eyes taking in how your foot moved steadily over the pedals and your hands’ placement on the wheel. 

He must have asked fifty questions about what each button and knob did— and was more amazed at the fact that he could control the temperature in the car than any of the other features. It wasn’t raining, but you turned on the wipers just to see the look on his face. It was difficult focusing on the road ahead of you when you had a grown man in your passenger seat experiencing a modern car for the first time. After seemingly having seen enough, the man leaned back into his seat with a pensive hum, eyes a bit brighter than they were when he first sat down. 

“And you think this will interest Yuji?” He questioned doubtfully, as if he hadn’t spent the last fifteen minutes being thoroughly entertained by the car’s functions. 

“Learning to drive is a rite of passage— freedom. He’s human, of course it’ll interest him.” You explained nonchalantly, eyes focused on the turn you were making. From your peripheral, you saw Choso’s shoulders fall, and the implication of what you said hit you at full force. “Oh, I didn’t mean—”

“I’m not sure I understand the part of me that’s human.” He confessed. With the car safely paused at a red light, you turn to look at him, only to find him looking down at his own lap as if it held all his answers. “So maybe I can’t understand Yuji.” 

When he looked up at you, the look in his eyes was so determined— so sure of his revelation. It was clear he was attempting to come to terms with the fact that the path he’d chosen meant that he may never connect with his younger brother the way he so ardently hoped for, or anyone else for that matter. What you saw though, as you stared back into his chocolate eyes, was a man experiencing the very epitome of humanity; uncertainty, guilt, fear.

“Remember how cool you thought my windshield wipers were? That’s the human in you. You teaching yourself something new just so you can be a good older brother? That’s all human, Choso.” You explained firmly, watching carefully as the blood mark on his face seemed to grow darker as his nose and cheekbones flushed red, the line thinning out in a manner that was barely noticeable had you not been so close to him. You smiled fondly at his bashfulness. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you’re more human than curse.” 

“It doesn’t feel that way.” 

“Then I’ll remind you.” You offered nonchalantly, facing forward once the light turned green. Not only that, it was clear he was getting flustered with all the sudden attention on his vulnerability. “I’ll tell you whenever I see it.” Stealing a glance at his burning cheeks, you hid your smile. It was silent for a beat as he contemplated your words.

“My face feels hot.” He finally admitted.

“That’s the human in you, Cho.” 

“Right.” 

The weekend came and went quicker than you hoped. Following your driving crash course turned therapy session with Choso, you both agreed to reconvene the next week so he could actually get behind the wheel. Despite your planning getting cut short, you still intended to have that lesson on blood manipulation with the students, seeing as it was difficult trying to come up with topics that would peak their interest every week. Deciding that you didn’t want to spend your afternoon cleaning blood off the walls of your classroom after the lesson, you opted to take this one outside again. So, you sat against the cool grass, looking over the haphazard notes you had taken the week prior as you awaited the students’ arrival. 

When you heard the crunching of the crisp grass growing closer to you, you perked your head up with an enthusiastic smile to greet what you assumed would be the trio. Instead, you were met by the passive gaze of Choso. 

You had texted him to confirm that he was still coming, something you didn’t even know he knew how to do until Yuji droned to you about the countless hours he spent trying to explain emojis to his brother. His response was a stiff ‘Yes.’, followed up by five thumbs up emojis. Despite this prior confirmation, you weren’t sure why you were still surprised to see him. You offered him an encouraging smile, patting the spot beside you in the grass. 

“Try not to look too excited, Cho.” You teased as he came down unceremoniously to sit beside you. The half-curse donned a fitted black t-shirt, complemented by dark joggers and his typical boots that he evidently was so attached to. His hair was ever presently in those messy buns, bangs strewn about his forehead. 

“I am excited!” He perked up suddenly, a hesitant smile gracing his lips. As the cool wind blew in his direction, he reached up to shove his bangs out of his face. “I want to be… cooler.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in your chest at his words. There was a small part of you in the back of your mind praying that the kids actually seemed interested in the lesson today for Choso’s sake. As you watched him fight with the offending hairs in his face, you sucked your teeth in amused frustration.

“Do you want me to fix that for you?” You offered with a soft smile. He peered over at you with a questioning furrow in his brow. You jutted your chin toward his unruly buns. “Your hair— so it’s not in your face during the lesson.” 

“Oh,” He muttered, slowly lowering his hands into his lap. “Okay.” 

It took him by surprise when you made quick work to shift onto your knees in front of him. His dark eyes stared widely at the firm look of determination on your scrunched face as you gently worked the elastics out of his hair. The more curious part of your mind had you leaning back a bit to watch as his hair fell freely down, just barely grazing his shoulders and framing his sharp features. A gentle shiver threatened to run down your spine as he gazed up at you in fascination. 

Tearing your eyes away from his, you forced yourself to turn your attention to his hair. Gripping the sturdier hair tie you had around your wrist between your teeth, you slid it off your hand as you worked to gather his chocolate locks. The half-curse felt his eyes involuntarily droop down to watch the way your lips pouted against the black hair tie that dangled from your teeth. 

It was another one of those moments, Choso thought to himself, where he couldn’t for the life of him understand the very body he resided in. He couldn’t understand why he had such an urge to commit the image before him to memory, or why the gentle scraping of your nails against his scalp made him feel as though he was melting into the grass below him. A deep hum resounded, pulled from the depths of his chest as he tilted his head into your touch. 

You smiled knowingly, watching as his blood-mark twitched against his nose in tandem with the flush of his cheeks. 

“Your human is showing, Cho.” You teased softly. Making a point to take a bit longer than necessary in smoothing all his hair up into your hand, you allowed your nails to scrape gently up the nape of his neck, earning the not-so-subtle shiver that shook his broad shoulders. 

“It feels nice.” He almost sounded as though he was attempting to defend himself, though in reality, he was coming to understand that perhaps there was more to the human side of him than he had ever anticipated. There was a blossoming desire in him to explore it, and he determined as you finished the kempt bun at the top of his head, that was just what he’d do. 

When the student’s arrived, they rose a brow at the man’s new hair-do as he straightened his shoulders to face them. The sudden attention made his confidence falter a bit, but he stood up nonetheless to begin the lesson as you two had briefly gone over. 

It would have been a bold-faced lie to say that Choso’s dominating presence during the lesson didn’t distract you. Maybe it was the fact that the hair that once concealed some of his chiseled face was now tied up and out of the way, you thought as his brows furrowed in determination with each demonstration. Better yet, perhaps it was more plausible to assume that a newfound confidence seemed to shape his aura as he explained the cursed technique he’d been mastering for so long. He was completely in his element, movements fluid and oozing with poise with each ripple of his biceps under the sleeves of his snug, black shirt. 

The final nail in the coffin of your uncharacteristic distractibility was just seconds after he’d performed what seemed to be his pride and joy: supernova. As the fragments of crimson burst individually at a safe distance from the students, you didn’t miss the way he tilted his head back to look at you. Truthfully, he didn’t understand his own reaction either, but there was a burning in his chest. It was as if he would implode on the spot if he didn’t catch your reaction to the impressive technique. As the two of you locked eyes, and Choso took note of your parted lips and raised brows, he couldn’t suppress the smallest of prideful smiles from disrupting his once stoic expression. 

There were countless, futile attempts to push down the memory of the oddly intimate moment as you watched Choso climb into the driver’s side of your car later that afternoon. It was nearly impossible though, suddenly hyperaware of the way the veins in his hands flexed as he gripped the steering wheel apprehensively. The bun you had placed his hair into had loosened in tandem with his day to day movements, stray strands of his bangs hanging around his solemn expression. 

In your almost shameless staring, you missed the way he was looking expectantly at you. Snapping from your daze, you smiled as nonchalantly as you could at him, eyes fluttering around the vehicle. 

“Remember step one?” You tested him with a teasing quirk of your brow. 

His dark eyes drifted from yours to look around the various buttons and knobs before he perked up, reaching behind himself to tug on his seatbelt as he peered toward you for approval. With a soft laugh, you nodded and turned to pull your own belt on. As you settled back in your seat, you were caught off guard as Choso reached over and tugged firmly at the belt across your chest twice, just as you had done to him during your first lesson. 

“All good to go?” He repeated your words back to you with a shy smile. 

Your heart warmed at his innocence, and you couldn’t possibly find it in you to correct him. So, you only nodded with a doting smile playing at your lips, hoping that whatever Choso learned of humanity would never taint the innate kindness already everpresent in his heart.

It was both comical and positively nerve-wracking to watch the half-curse drive experimentally around the vacant parking lot. His already pale knuckles seemed impossibly whiter due to the tight grip he had on the wheel, tense shoulders barely touching the back of his seat. For the first few minutes, it was a constant back and forth between jolty excelarations forward and abrupt, harsh brakes that sent you ragdolling against the passenger seat. 

After some guided trial and error, Choso had been managing some choppy, albeit better, loops around the lot for a few minutes now. From the corner or your eye, you took in his rigid posture and furrowed brows, wondering when he would relax a bit. 

“You’re doing good, Cho.” You encouraged as you plugged your phone into the aux. 

That familiar sensation of pride overtook him, and the corners of his lips twitched up at the sound of the nickname you had so casually assigned to him. It sounded so sweet coming from you, as if there was an unspoken bond he had with you, one unlike anything he’d ever experienced or understood before. His internal battle for understanding was cut short when an unexpected tune began blasting from the speakers, making him jolt back in surprise. 

You yelped at the sudden slam on the brakes, hands flying forward to steady yourself on the dashboard lest you be tossed around anymore. 

“Choso, oh my god!” You laughed despite your state of shock. His head whipped around to stare incredulously at you.

“What is that?” The half-curse urged, eyes darting frantically between you and the speakers. 

“I was playing some music! I thought it would help you relax a little.”

“Make it stop.” He demanded pleadingly. “I can’t concentrate.” 

“Okay, okay.” You continued to giggle softly as you paused the Britney Spears song you had chosen, watching as the sudden, exaggerated tension in his shoulders seemed to fall. “C’mon— it’s Britney, bitch!”

His brows twitched down at your explanation as he slowly began driving once again. Peering at you quickly from his peripheral, he pursed his lips at the playfully disappointed pout on your face. 

“I’m sorry… bitch.” 

All at once, your neck snapped toward him, jaw slack as a shocked laugh bubbled up from your chest. 

“Choso! You can’t just say that to women!” You could barely get out your half-hearted scold with the force of your laughter. Hunching over in your seat, you reached out to pat his arm, a motion that had him more flustered than the pop song had just moments prior. He felt the heat creep up onto his face, once again feeling left out of something it seemed like he should have understood. 

“You said it to me.” He defended. 

“Yeah, but I was— it was… ugh, I have a lot more than driving to teach you, Cho.”

Later that night, as you had finally showered and settled into bed, you tried desperately to bite down your tickled smile at the texts you received from your ever-entertaining driving student. 

I asked my brother what that word meant

I’m sorry

I don’t think of you that way

As your lessons progressed, you saw the way Choso’s confidence behind the wheel grew. His posture wasn’t so rigid, and he no longer gripped the steering wheel as though it might fly out the window. One thing that hadn’t changed though, was the way he would turn to you each time he was about to begin driving to tug affirmatively at your seatbelt. No matter how many times you had witnessed it already, it never failed to have you internally gushing. 

With much convincing, Choso had finally agreed that he was ready to go out on a main road. For a while during this transition, he was back to his stiff-spined posture and trigger-happy brakes. This apprehension didn’t last nearly as long as it did the first time around though, and soon the half-curse was successfully completing smooth turns and semi-straight parking. 

It would be a lie to say that Choso didn’t become more intriguing to you each passing day, what with his fierce loyalty and innocent curiosity. You couldn’t help but wonder, as you peered at the concentrated jut of his pink lips from your peripheral, which parts of humanity he had been spared from, and if attraction was one of them. Perhaps a bit too apprehensive to assume, there were little moments that made you question how you appeared through his eyes. 

They were in the miniscule reactions; how swiftly his cheeks would flush with every passing graze of your fingers or arms, or the intense way he seemed to stare into your soul each time you were explaining something otherwise irrelevant to him, with his lips parted and his eyes starry in their exploration of your face. Then again, maybe you were simply seeing what you wanted to. 

Forcing your eyes away from his statuesque side profile, your gaze fluttered about the dashboard of the car in a desparate search for something that would distract you. Landing on the radio, you stole one more glance at his calm demeanor before testing the waters and connecting your phone once again. 

In an unnecessarily stealthy pursuit, your fingers snuck up to turn up the volume just a hair on the song Choso had so abruptly shut down days prior. For a moment, his grasp tightened around the wheel at the sudden noise. His eyelids fluttered rapidly for a second, glancing down at the radio before he relaxed once again. With a triumphant smile, you raised the volume to a reasonable level and settled back against your seat. 

“Is… is this Britney?” He questioned, stealing a glimpse at the way your head swayed steadily to the rhythm. The contented smile on your face made him want to ditch the attention he had on the road in favor of watching your building choreography in the passenger seat. The car swerved a bit, making his eyes shoot back to the road and jolt the steering wheel straight. If you noticed, you didn’t mention it. 

“You remembered.” A tickled smile lit up your face.

A subtle warmth settled in his chest at the approval in your tone. For a few moments, he allowed the rhythm of the upbeat song to fill the air around him, trying to understand why you seemed so engrossed in it. After a while though, you caught the way his head began to bump subtly to the song. The sight had your heart melting for a moment, the way he was so worried about not being human enough, yet so blissfully unaware of just how alike he was to those he felt so alientated from. 

“Chooo,” You sang teasingly, leaning in closer to him and not missing the way his lips twitched up at the nickname as they always did. He hummed in question, sparing you a quick glance as if it would scald him to stare at you a second too long. “Your human is showing.”

This seemed to fluster him a hint. A swift puff of air blew through his nose as he smiled halfheartedly at you before looking back at the road.

“I think it always is when I’m with you.” Choso didn’t seem to pay any mind to the implications of his little confession, staring off at the road before him with that same, easy grin on his face. It hit you with the force of a hundred punches to the gut though. The smile on your face slowly faded in favor of a softer gaze, feeling as though your heart might soar up your throat and out your parted lips. Upon noticing your sudden silence, the man in the driver’s seat glanced at you in question, an insecure expression overtaking his face upon seeing your solemn face. “Did I say something wrong again?”

You quickly shook your head, blinking back the mistiness that almost fogged up your gaze. 

“No,” You reassured, smiling warmly at him as he spared you another apprehensive glance. “You didn’t say anything wrong, Cho.” 

You tried— you tried so hard not to let your thoughts wander too far each time his unintentionally tender words replayed in your head over and over and over again. Choso didn’t understand what he was saying— that’s what you told yourself so as to stop the way your face seemed to flush each time you thought of him. On the other hand, the fact that he didn’t know what he was saying somehow made it all the more real to you. No, because if he didn’t know what he was talking about— he was responding solely to what he was feeling. 

Still, despite how much the signs were all pointing there, you couldn’t bring yourself to act on it. A part of you felt as though you would be taking advantage of his lack of experience. Choso was still learning about the intricacies of humanity, of his body, and his feelings. Even so, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and you compromised with yourself that friendship was innocent enough. 

Friendship was innocent, was what you repeated to yourself as his contact seemed to light up your phone more and more with each passing day. The way you couldn’t suppress your smile each time was innocent, even if your thoughts were anything but whenever you happened to pass by when he was training with the students. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him though, so you allowed your breath to be taken away every time his fiercely determined eyes would find yours from across the field. The sweat would drip from his brow, and he’d wipe at it haphazardly before raising his hand to offer a cheerful wave.

The bun you’d put his hair in hours prior, something he always sheepishly stood at the door of your classroom to ask of you since that first time, made his strong features stand out freely in the sun. His jaw was definite, his eyes piercing despite the warmth they always seemed to hold just for you, and his arms bulged and god— you couldn’t possibly keep your thoughts innocent forever. Innocence was a notion lost on you with each dream you’d have of those veiny hands of his discovering just how enticing humanity could be as his fingers dig into your thighs. 

You’d wake each time feeling more guilty than flustered, because his name was lighting up your phone again and his messages were innocent. 

Cho: I keep hearing that song in my head

Despite the weight of sin that sat in your chest, you still smiled from ear to ear, brows furrowed in curiosity as you responded to him to ask what song he was talking about. 

Cho: Britney 

Cho: the one from the car

A boisterous laugh bubbled up in your chest at the thought of this strapping man having a Britney Spears song stuck in his head, of all things. The devil on your shoulder also whispered in your ear that this meant he was thinking about you, but you brushed it off just as you did the heat between your legs that you had woken up with. With a few rushed taps to your screen, you sent him the link to the music video for the song he was talking about.

You must have forgotten how easy it was to amaze someone so new to the human world, so you weren’t expecting his gobsmacked reaction. Your phone nearly buzzed off the nightstand as you tried to sneak in a few more minutes of sleep. It would have been an absolute crime in your book to not see this type of excitement up close and personal, and later that day you two huddled at your desk, having to repeatedly push Choso’s face away from the laptop as Britney Spears’ iconic Oops… I Did it Again music video lit up the screen.

“I should’ve known,” You mused as he begrudgingly sat back in the chair he’d pulled up beside you. “Every straight teenage boy’s first crush was Britney Spears.”

This made him finally tear his eyes away from the music video to look at you with that confused expression that he seems to have perfected. Rolling your eyes playfully, you waved a hand at the screen.

“You know, everyone thinks she’s really pretty— that’s what having a crush is.” You explained halfheartedly, not wanting to miss the monologue that had always been your favorite part of the song. Beside you, you heard Choso hum thoughtfully. 

“I think I have a crush on you then,” He stated so simply that you couldn’t bear to face him right away. Surely your face had painted itself a red as bright as the latex suit Britney was wearing in the video. “But I guess she’s pretty, too.”

You swallowed thickly, hoping to ignore his comment all together for the sake of your own sanity. As the seconds ticked by, feeling as though time was moving through molasses to catch up, you saw him glancing at you from your peripheral. After the fourth look over, you spared him a questioning look, amusement almost outweighing your bashfulness. 

“Do you have a crush on me?” The question, despite being so juvenile in nature, overdramatized gossip you’d hear at a high school cafeteria table, his eyes held such sincerity that it nearly made you break your resolve, because you did. You did have the biggest, most out of proportion, high-school crush on Choso, more so than you’d ever had when you were actually in high school. Perhaps it was doing him a disservice to not be upfront with him, but you didn’t trust yourself to deal level-headedly with the consequences should you answer him truthfully.

“You can’t just ask people that, Choso.” You attempted a light-hearted laugh, hoping he couldn’t see the lingering flush on your cheeks.

“Why not?” 

“Well,” You racked your brain for an appropriate answer, but the way his dark eyes scoured your face made it difficult to focus. “People ask stuff like that when they want to date you— you know, be in a relationship.”

“And you don’t want to date me?” 

“Choso, it’s—”

“Humans don’t date curses?” There was no malice in his voice. Instead, it sounded as though he’d come to a groundbreaking discovery himself, but it didn’t stop your heart from breaking nonetheless. Ditching the music video that had auto-played on your screen, you took one of Choso’s hands into your own. 

“We’re friends, Cho.” You explained softly, watching the way he blinked slowly at you before glancing down at your small hand, and he liked the way his enveloped it wholly. “Aren’t you okay being my friend?”

The half-curse nodded solemnly, but there was something in the way you phrased it that made his stomach churn uncertainly. There was a finality in your tone that made him question if he really was okay with it. It felt as though he’d hit a roadblock on his journey to self discovery, one that he felt you and you alone could clear if he could ever figure out what the hell it was that he was supposed to be asking for. The fact was that he didn’t know though.

So, Choso agreed to whatever you would give him, because anything was better than nothing at all. You continued sending him songs, and he continued listening to them while thinking of the way you’d sing them in the passenger seat each time. He didn’t understand why no matter how much he saw you, it burned deep in his chest each time you’d leave. 

The interaction didn’t leave you anymore clear headed either, your imagination running wild with the possibility of allowing yourself this one thing. Each time, you flicked the little devil off your shoulder, more determined with every passing day to snap out of this infatuation for a man who was in no position to be in a relationship. With every wandering thought that was squandered in your mind, Choso was waking up in a cold sweat with feelings he wasn’t sure why he was so hesitant to ask you about. 

You had tried everything— journaling, pros and cons lists, looking at yourself in the mirror and telling your flushed reflection to snap out of it, but they all seemed to be in vain. Once even the students started to catch onto the frequent togetherness and wandering glances, you knew it was time to seriously kick this thing. You weren’t sure how much longer you could handle Yuji’s not so subtle hinting at his brother, which always went straight over the half-curse’s head, of course. 

That’s why when one of the sorcerer’s you’d always see in passing, stopping by the school before and after his infrequent missions, asked to take you to dinner, you agreed. You nodded with a feigned bashfulness and ignored the way his eyes seemed to linger a little too long on an area of your body a little too far from your eyes to be considered an accident. 

After all, there weren’t a lot of men your age around campus, so perhaps you had just forgotten what it was like to be paid such attention to by an attractive guy. Maybe all you needed was someone to remind you that there were other fish in the sea.

That, of course, didn’t stop the twisting in your heart when Choso’s name appeared on your phone that afternoon just before you stepped into the shower to get ready. 

Cho: Can we go driving today?

Cho: maybe we can go to that bakery you always point out but never stop at 

Cho: I promise I know how to park now!!!

Smiling wistfully at his enthusiasm, you chewed on your bottom lip as your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. In the contemplation of your response, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be than in the passenger seat with Choso, driving with no real destination in mind. Shaking those thoughts from your traitorous mind, you quickly typed up a response before laying the phone face down on the counter, not brave enough to wait for his response.

I can’t tonight, Cho, I have a date.

Of all the possibilities you had panned out in your mind as you got ready, anxiety brewing with every churn in your stomach of how this night might go, none of your guesses ended like this. None of your mock scenarios involved the very man you had been working so hard to forget standing outside your room, fist raised with a prepared knock. 

“Choso?” You questioned breathlessly, watching as he slowly lowered his arm and took in your appearance. 

You certainly looked a lot different than you normally did while at work, which is usually when he’d see you. Your hair was down and styled sleekly as opposed to the messy updo you typically kept it in. Choso couldn’t put his finger on just what it was, but he knew there was a more distinct pop around your eyes that nearly made him weak in the knees. Your lips were shining, your perfume was making his head spin, and it wasn’t for him. All the attention you always gave him, your patience and your kindness, but he didn’t feel he could ever possibly be satisfied if this part of you wasn’t for him too.

“You… you look really pretty.” Despite his sweet words, his voice sounded almost disappointed, but he didn’t give you a chance to question him before he continued. “Why can’t we have a date instead?”

The deep breath you took in was calculated as you looked down at your feet, unable to look him in the eyes because Jesus— he was making this hard. You composed yourself before looking back up at his hopeful eyes. Forcing a small smile, you gave his shoulder a half-hearted punch. 

“You really want to try that bakery, huh?”

“No, I don’t care about the bakery.” His blunt response almost made you laugh while his dark brows furrowed in determination. “Yuji told me if I don’t want you to go on this date that I should tell you.”

Closing your eyes in frustration, you made a mental note to add that to the list of things you needed to scold your problem-child student about.

“Choso, Yuji’s just a kid. He doesn’t—”

“But I don’t. I don’t want you to go on this date. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I can’t tell you why because I don’t understand it either, but I don’t want you to go, okay?”

Your protests died in your throat. Shifting from one leg to the other, you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly insecure about all the effort you’d put into your appearance tonight. Peering back up at him through your lashes, you pursed your lips.

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked quietly, and he quickly nodded. “I don’t want me to go on this date either.”

The ecstatic grin that broke out across his face almost made all your wasted makeup efforts feel worth it. At once, your resolve had crumbled once again at the hands of Choso’s innocent sincerity. 

“So we can go on a date instead? I can drive us to the bakery.”

“This isn’t a date, Cho.” You quickly reminded him with a defeated smile, placing your keys in his awaiting hands. “And you just said you didn’t care about the bakery.”

“That was before I knew you’d be going with me.”

You were sure he’d be the death of you, but you were too blissed out to care. The windows in the car were rolled down, wind bursting through and ruining your done up hair, leaving you to resort back to your trusty updo. Choso’s cheeks would fall off soon, you swore as you glanced over at the smile that hadn’t left his face since he’d gotten into the car. With a shake of your head, you willed yourself to look away, biting down your own smile.

A familiar opening beat spilled from the speakers, and you gasped dramatically.

“It’s our song, Cho!” You shouted, reaching over to turn the volume up on Oops… I Did It Again, which had arguably become his favorite of all the songs you had introduced him to. 

Our song— the term had the same tingling effect on him as your nickname for him did, and the way you turned your entire body to face him when he was talking to you. It made him feel closer to you, like he had a little slice of you that no one else would ever see. Maybe that was why this song was his favorite— because it was one that you could never resist shouting out the lyrics to, and he hoped that you would always allow him the privilege of these little solo performances. 

“Do the lines with me— I know you know them!” You quickly demanded with a pointed stare in his direction before getting into character. It made his cheeks flush, because he did know the lines, every last one of them. 

“Britney, before you go, there's something I want you to have.” His theatrics weren’t quite on par with yours, but you’d let it slide because his shy tone was so endearing. 

“Oh, it's beautiful, but wait a minute, isn't this?” 

“Yes, it is.” You bit back a delighted laugh at his eagerness each time it was his turn.

“But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end?”

“Well baby, I went down and got it for you.” He tore his gaze away from the road to recite it to you with a knowing smile. Leaning toward him dramatically, you clutched onto his bicep as you gushed out the final line.

“Aww, you shouldn't have.” 

Choso wished he could have laughed with you at the conclusion of your dramatic reenactment, but you were holding onto him in a way that you never had before, and he could no longer tell if that look in your eyes was part of the performance or not. Heaving out a breath, his eyes dipped down to your unusually glittering lips, and suddenly he knew what you meant all those times you told him he was more human than curse. The feeling he was acting on wasn’t one he’d ever come to know in his countless years living as a curse— this was instinctual and new and so human. 

Still, he wouldn’t know just what those human instincts of his would guide him to do, because his attention had been on you for too long, and he sped right past the stop sign that neither of you were paying mind to. It just took one blink of his eyes, and the passenger seat of the car was getting rammed into, and the grip you had around his arm tightened before falling all together. 

Choso was yelling out your name, though neither of you could hear it over the sound of your car screeching across the road. After what seemed like ages, it came to a shrieking halt, and he suddenly wished that you had gone on that date after all, because he was calling your name, and you weren’t responding to him. He could barely see you past the airbag, but he still clutched at your hand as if it would pull you from whatever slumber the impact had placed on you.

Blood had always been his saving grace, his weapon, and his pride, but all he felt as he stared back at the way yours began seeping out was raw fear. 

Wrenching the belt off of himself by snapping it at the base, Choso yanked the driver’s side door open before stumbling out. There was blood dripping from a cut in his forehead, but he couldn’t concentrate enough to stop it. His vision almost seemed to blur as he reached through the shattered window in an attempt to pull you out. People had pulled over at the scene, yelling at him to not move you until an ambulance came.

He didn’t understand what they were saying, and he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just reach in and pull you from the mess he’d put you in. Just moments ago, the half-curse could swear that finding his humanity was the most incredible thing he’d ever done. That idealization was fleeting now, because humanity was what made him take his eyes off the road, and humanity is what might assure that you don’t leave here as unscathed as he would. 

Choso was quickly learning a hard truth about humanity, and it was that he didn’t want to experience it without you. 

He called Yuji shortly after the ambulance came, telling him he couldn’t get in with you as he was so desperately trying to do. His brother, at least, had more experience with these things and could understand the foreign jargon they were spouting at him. In the boy’s frantic, breathless translation after speaking with the doctor, he was told that you were fine, only having passed out from the air being knocked from your lungs with the impact of the airbags. Other than some gnarly bruising, minor cuts from the glass, and a broken arm thanks to the awkward position it was squished into on the passenger side that had taken the hit, you’d be fine. 

Well, you certainly didn’t feel fine upon initially waking up a few hours later, but you supposed you were doing alright considering. Before you could even fully process where you were when you squinted your eyes open, rushed apologies were already slipping past Choso’s lips as his hand clutched at yours. Blinking back the stinging in your eyes, you quickly turned your head to face him, bewildered by his grief-stricken appearance. 

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” He has stood up from his chair, staring down at you with those pleading, puppy-dog eyes of his. “I thought you were dead. I’m so sorry, I—”

“Cho,” You stopped him, your foggy mind finally having caught up to what had happened. Slipping your hand from his grasp, you placed a reassuring palm on his cheek. “It’s okay. You’re human, you make mistakes.” The title fell so casually from your lips, as if you had forgotten his genetic makeup all together. It sounded so sure coming from you, that he began to believe it too. Releasing a slow breath, Choso leaned into your hand before you brought it up to ruffle his loose hair affectionately. “But no more Britney in the car, okay?” 

“No more Britney in the car.”

You took a week off following the accident for your bruising to heal at least, but you had been discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. It was admittedly nice being able to laze around for a while, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss your students. Still, they made it a point to stop by every once and a while with food or treats. 

You hadn’t seen Choso since your discharge, and you were beginning to worry that he was keeping his distance because of the unnecessary guilt he was carrying. He texted you every so often to ask how you were doing and was quick to respond to your messages, but you still missed his almost daily presence in your life. 

It had taken you some time, but you were soon able to recall the moments just before the accident— how he had been looking at you, and how it had almost made you stop caring about your self-imposed friend-zone. Friends or not though— you just wanted him here, laughing with you and staring at you with those big, confused eyes of his that were so good at testing your patience. 

And you would gladly allow them to continue doing so, you determined as they stared down at you following over a week of their absence. Choso’s towering figure hovered anxiously in your doorway, eyes grazing over your nearly healed cuts and braced arm. He tried not to let the guilt eat away at him, but it was showing all over his face, making you sigh softly. In an attempt to alleviate some of the unspoken tension, you offered a playful smile.

“You find another karaoke partner or something, Cho?” You teased, watching some of the tension fall from his shoulders at your banter. “You haven’t come to see me all week.”

“I’m sorry, I was—” He stopped himself, glancing over his shoulder at nothing in particular before looking back down at you and attempting a smile of his own. “I have something for you.”

“Choso, if this is some prank Yuji put you up to, both of your asses are getting it.” You threatened as he led you outside, his large hands covering your eyes as well as half your face. 

Behind you, he smiled, not exactly sure what his ass would be getting, but you seemed assured enough about it. You bumped into his firm chest as he came to a sudden halt, and you tried to focus on anything other than the feeling of being pressed up right against him. His thin, black t-shirt was doing little to hide the chiseled architecture of his torso though, and you were just a woman after all.

 Before you had much of a chance to soak in the feeling, his hands fell from your face and onto your shoulders. Squinting your eyes open for fear of what might jump out at you, you instead saw your car parked right in front of you— well, not exactly your car, but the same make and model. 

“Cho, isn’t this—”

“Yes, it is.” He interrupted with a boyish excitement in his tone. Pulling the keys from his pocket, he placed the key ring on your finger. 

“But how did you buy it? I mean—”

“Well, the school has been giving me stipends every month for helping out. I never really had any use for the money.” He explained, his fingers digging gently into your shoulders as he fought away an unexplainable bashfulness. “So, I went with Yuji to the shop and got it for you.”

Blinking back the tears that were burning at the corners of your eyes, you turned around to face him. His loose hair swayed softly in the breeze as he looked down at you with a shy smile, his chocolate eyes shifting anxiously between you and the car.

“You didn’t have to do this, Cho.” 

“I wanted to.” He affirmed with furrowed brows. You watched the mark across his nose twitch with the reddening of his cheeks, smiling at the way his body was built to betray him. “I… I want you— to go on dates with you and to not just be friends anymore.” 

“Choso,” You sighed, taking a small step away from him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes I do.” There was a firm confidence in his tone that you had rarely heard from him, and it made your eyes widen as he took a step closer to you. “I know you make my face do that weird thing where it gets hot whenever you smile at me. I know every line to all your Britney songs because you get so happy when I sing them with you. I know it made me mad when you told me you were going on a date and it wasn’t with me. I know when we got into the accident, and you weren’t responding to me it scared me.”

Unsure of what to do, he just knew he wanted to be close to you, and he placed his hands awkwardly on your shoulders. You were staring up at him in astonishment, soaking in each gut wrenching confession. 

“I might not have all the right words for it, but I know I always want to be your date. So, don’t make a decision for me because you think I don’t understand it, please.”

His plea smacked you right where it hurt. All this time you’d spent trying to remind him of his own humanity, but you wouldn’t allow him to express it the way he felt was right. It was in all his little quirks, in his innate kindness, and the warmth in his fingertips— Choso was experiencing humanity at its most beautiful, and you could no longer bring yourself to keep it from him. 

Wrapping your good arm around his neck, you pulled him down to steal his first kiss from him— one he was more than willing to part with. He stood stiffly against you, all his senses lit ablaze without any guide of where to go from here— he just didn’t want it to end. So, his hands fell from your shoulders and wrapped around your middle, pulling you flush against him in the way that had felt so nice to him earlier. The abrupt tug made you gasp against his lips, your hand that clung to his neck reaching up to tangle in his hair.  

A soft whine fell from his lips, and he stumbled forward, pressing you against your new car in a desperate attempt to simply swallow you whole. Your teeth were tugging at his bottom lip, and god— he didn’t know that was an option, and his head was spinning as his body seemed to react for him, hips jolting forward to pin yours against the door.  

In a desperate haze, you fumbled with the key in your hands to unlock the car, reaching behind you to tug the back door open blindly. You fought against his iron grip to fall back onto the brand new seats, panting up to watch as he stared down at you with clouded eyes. Tugging on his hand, he seemed to get the message quickly, climbing clumsily on top of you before chasing your lips once again. 

His scent surrounded you, trapping you within his aura without any hope of escape. Your good fist tugged as the thin fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you as your hips bucked up instinctively. He choked out a gasp at the feeling, and it made you pull away from him, the recollection that this was all incredibly new to him crashing back down to you. 

“Cho, you okay?” You asked between pants, dodging his desperate attempts to find your lips once again. Finally opening his eyes, his irises appeared nearly pitch black from his blown out pupils. 

“I want you, I want more of you.” He babbled, suddenly a man possessed. If he had known humanity could be like this, perhaps he wouldn’t have been so scared of it in the first place. Choso didn’t even know what he was asking for, he just knew it felt like he might die if he wasn’t this close to you all the time. 

“Slow down there, tiger.” You laughed, trying to calm your own ragged breathing. The man hovering over you looked like he could cry, and you placed a chaste kiss to his jaw. “You haven’t even taken me on a real date yet.” 

His face scrunched in confusion, and he filed this under customs he didn’t quite understand yet. Despite his confusion, he respected your wishes and halted his craven pursuit. As rational thought slowly began working its way back into his lust filled mind, he took note of the unfamiliar sensation below his belt. It was as if you could read his mind though, watching in barely disguised amusement as he glanced down at where the two of you remained connected.

“Why is my—”

“It’s the human in you, Cho.”

a/n: yayyy the choso fic that has been sitting in my drafts for three months

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