#I couldn't think of a longer starter

[daxned]

@armstrongstyles

"I'm okay." Dam-bi says cooly. It's almost as if she hadn't just tripped over some pants that were too long for her. The way she quickly stood up and brushed herself off as if she was just brushing off some feather.

"I chose the wrong size." And it feels weird to admit something like that. Still, she didn't want to pull Sukuna or Uraume or anyone away from their work just to get more clothes.

[powderpinkprincess]

Curls [Lando Norris x reader]

description: Lando doesn’t like his hair as much as you do. warnings: language

Lando wasn’t the type of person to complain a lot. Or at least not when cameras or microphones were involved. Social media often didn’t understand that despite being fortunate enough to race in Formula 1, he still had his own problems, just like everyone else did.

For starters, he wasn’t the most chill guy when he was under significant pressure, and race weekends definitely weren’t relaxing for him. He could barely eat, he often forgot to drink until he got a headache, and everything annoyed him.

When you found him, he was fixing his hair in the reflection of something on the wall that wasn’t even a mirror.

 “Looking good, baby,” you commented with a smile as you approached him, holding a bottle of water.

He just rolled his eyes. “Yeah. My hair is so fucking annoying again.”

 “Why are you saying that? I love your curls,” you pouted immediately.

 “I know that,” he glared at his reflection. “It’s a damn curse though, there is never a weather that won’t make it look like a disaster. It’s just fucking everywhere, man.”

You held out the water bottle before he could continue. He was probably dehydrated again.

 “Thanks,” he sighed. He took a small sip and placed the cap back on the bottle.

 “Are you serious? It’s melting hot out there, and you’ll be driving within an hour,” you scolded him. “Drink it up before you get dizzy again.”

You knew he didn’t like being babied, but sometimes there was no other way to get him to do whatever was good for him. He was too focused on being the best between the best.

He just sighed, and his glance wandered to his reflection again. “Damn it, seriously.”

 "It looks fine," you spoke again, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

He was still examining his hair with his eyes. “Yeah? I don’t think so. I look like a freaking sheep.”

 “I love sheep.”

He just gave you an exasperated look before turning back to the bottle in his hand, opening it again to take another, much longer, sip.

 “I look like a muppet,” he mumbled after a moment of silence, just when you thought he was finally over it.

 "Lando," you raised your voice a little. "Quit it. You look fine. Everyone thinks you look fine. And you'll wear a helmet in not even an hour."

 "I mean, but the helmet also ruins my hair, and then I won't be looking fine anymore," he responded, taking a few steps forward, so he was standing right in front of you.

 “Oh my god,” you sighed.

 “Can I have that?” he asked, and he was ready to take the McLaren cap off your head, but you quickly caught his hand.

 “What are you doing?” you argued immediately.

 “I just need that for, like, five minutes,” he tried to justify as trying to wriggle his hand out of your grip.

 "No way, it's mine," you shook your head. "Go get your own, you have so many."

 “But I need one now,” he protested, his glance falling from your cap to your eyes.

 “But why?”

 “I can't go around the paddock without a cap,” he responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "You just did though. You didn't wear one all morning!"

 “Yeah, and now I do. I just need it.” He finally managed to twist out of your grip, and the next moment, he already had the cap in his hand, about to put it on.

You just watched him and gave up. You shook your head, but you couldn't help the small smirk on your lips. "You're unbelievable."

He put the cap on his head with a satisfied smile, adjusting it a little before he looked back at you. "And yet you're still here."

Of course, you were.

You took a step closer and kissed him the way you knew he liked it. As he wrapped his hands around your waist, you took the opportunity and quickly snatched the cap off.

Before he could protest, you ran your fingers through his hair and smiled. "I love your curls. Really."

 “Oh, come on,” he mumbled, but he didn’t put up too much of a fight. He secretly enjoyed your touch.

You placed the cap back on his head and gave another peck on his lips. "There you go."

 “Thank you. I look better in it anyway,” he teased, and you automatically rolled your eyes.

 “You know how to ruin a romantic moment, Norris,” you laughed as you stepped back a little. “Go, destroy the others out there. And don’t forget to drink. And if you throw my cap into the crowd, I will find you.”

His smile widened into a grin and he blew you a kiss before he walked away.

[naihvty]

my dearest, talented loz. can I pls request “if we were alone right now, what would you do to me? “ reader asking steve during a late night phone call 🤭

my love!! let's not acknowledge how long it's taken me to write this. i started, stopped for months then rushed and finished it this morning. I MISS AND LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3333

best friend steve x reader phone call

word count: 2.4k

tags: nsfw! 18+, NO MINORS PLS, phone sex, steve being a horny fuck, reader is also a horny fuck but can you blame them, i'm not very good at thinking of tags, they are both in love with each other but they just don't know it, reader is female but no other description, not really proof read sorry xo

"It's late, Stevie I should probably go to sleep... I have work tomorrow," you huff as you adjust yourself in bed, snuggling further under the warmth of the covers in your cool bedroom.

"No no stay up with me, c'mon, you're not tired! Just a little longer!" Steve pleaded, trying not to sound too desperate by saying anything he possibly could to keep you on the phone.

He was in love with you. He knew it. Did you know it? Why would you. He was always stealing glances at you, whenever he physically could, eyeing up your frame, gaze lingering just a little too long on areas that friends shouldn't be looking at for a prolonged period of time.

Your gaze always seemed somewhere else. Anywhere else. He'd come to accept it really, keeping the fantasies playing out in his head just that. In his head. Countless scenarios where clothes were discarded on the floor, flushed skin on show, whimpers escaping your mouth, and all because of him. The things he could do to you, show you, make you feel. You had no idea how much he wanted you.

"Steve? You there?" The sound of your voice snapped him back into the 21st century.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. Yeah. I'm here. What was it that you said?" Steve rambled, the slight breathlessness in his voice not escaping your senses.

You wished you could see into Steve's brain sometimes. Be in there, think what he was thinking. You could sometimes hear the cogs turning in his head every time you caught him looking at you. You hope he didn't notice you staring back, when his attention was elsewhere. You couldn't let him know that all you wanted to do was stare at him. Drink him in. His hair, his eyes, the hair that peaked above his button up shirts that he wore to parties, where there was always one button undone too many.

You tried not to let yourself daydream for too long when you were around him, which was all the time, seeing as you were inseparable best friends. It was just too hard not to. Those big hands roaming around the curves of your body, that deep voice groaning and grunting in your ear as he bucks his hips into yours. Bad thoughts. VERY very bad. But that knowledge didn't stop them from happening.

"Whose the one that's not listening now, huh?" Steve teased, breaking your train of thought. Just as well, you could feel your underwear getting damper by the second.

"C'mon, what're you thinking about?" He probed.

You wish you could tell him, you really wish you could tell him. You just didn't realise you were mumbling out-loud to yourself.

"You wish you could tell me? C'mon sweetheart you know you can tell me anything. Safe space here. What's in that pretty head of yours?"

FUCK. You needed to stop doing that. Talking to yourself without even realising. One day it will get you into trouble. It kind of just did.

"Nothing! Nothing! I'm okay Stevie, sorry, what did you wanna talk about? You better think of something good to keep me awake, I told you, I'm getting tired!" You teased, trying your best to brush off the fact you might've just open a can of worms that you just couldn't face dealing with. Rejection, for starters.

"You are not getting out of this one. Tell me now before I come round and get it out of you in person. And you really don't want that. You know I'll win".

Fuck. You're fucked. You're utterly fucking fucked. You can't lie your way out, he knows you too well to see straight through you when you're avoiding something or not telling the truth. What do you even say? I was thinking of you Steve. I was thinking of you fucking me into tomorrow morning. God, you would die if you told him that.

"I'm putting my coat on! Tell me before I get in my car." Steve insists.

Maybe if you told him he wouldn't even believe you. Or he'd be so taken aback that he'd change the conversation, or even let you go to sleep.

"Uhhhh. You Stevie. I was thinking about you. Not in a bad way. God no, there's no way of thinking about you in a bad way. In a good way! But not a weird way. Just, you." You ramble. So much for keeping your fucking cool. Idiot.

"Me sweetheart? What're you thinking about me for?" Steve asks innocently, letting out a small chuckle. Good think you can't see the shiver that went down his spine hearing you say that he is at the centre of your thoughts.

You speak before you can think about forming a sensible reply.

"I always think about you Steve. You're my best friend. I see you every day, and you mean a lot to me. Is that a crime?" You huff, not realising you'd gotten so defensive.

"Woah woah woah. No need to get like that. My coat is off. I'm back in bed. Calm down honey." He soothes. You try not to imagine him in bed, shirtless, arm tucked behind his head showing off his large muscles. You fail. You rub your legs together as you feel a throb in your core. There is no way you should be doing this, or feeling like this while on the phone with Steve.

"Sorry, sorry Stevie." Something aches in your chest as you realise once again that your feeling will never be reciprocated.

"You're doing an awful lot of shuffling round there honey, you okay? Something got you worked up?" Steve jokes, pulling a quiet gasp from you as you freeze in place in your bed. You didn't even realise that you'd been moving that much by subconsciously trying to get some sort of friction between your legs to soothe the ache that the images in your head had created.

Steve's imagination runs wild as the tension over the phone could be cut by a knife. He pictures you in bed, in your skimpy pyjamas and he wishes to the gods that you'd be touching yourself whilst talking to him. He's had phone sex a few times before with other girls, but it'd just turned out badly with awkward silences from bad, but desperate attempts at connection.

"Do you really want to know what's on my mind?" You blurt out. What are you doing. What the FUCK are you doing. You did NOT agree to confessing your feelings and darkest desires to Steve Harrington, your best friend, over the phone at 11 o'clock at night. Or any time of night for that matter.

"Shoot honey. Safe space here. Ya got nothing to worry about." Steve's soothing tone runs a shiver down your spine.

You can't hold back any longer. You've wanted to tell him for such a long time. Now or never.

"I like you Steve. I like you, okay? And I know you don't like me back but I don't want to ruin our friendship so I shouldn't even be telling you this but I can't take it any longer. You drive me FUCKING crazy okay? I just wanna, I just wanna..." Words start to fail you. Oh god. Oh god. What have you done. You have ruined everything. And all you can hear on the other line is silence.

Steve's head spins whilst silently willing you to finish your sentence. God, he wants you. He wishes he had kept his coat on and got in his car to get the confession out of you in person. He probably would have pinned you to the bed and taken you right there and then. He can feel his underwear shifting as his cock hardens. He's past the point of thinking straight now.

"If we were alone right now, what would you to do me?" He asks softly.

You splutter as you take in the words he's just asked you.

"Wh-, what?"

"If we were alone right now, what would you do to me?" he repeats. You can't gather anything from his tone of voice.

"Stevie are you sure-"

"Answer the question."

"Oh-okay." You whisper.

Where do you even begin. What wouldn't you do to him. What the fuck is even happening. Does this mean he feels the same?

"I would, uhhh. I would. S-Stevie I can't even fucking think straight. I can't string a sentence together. Wh-what would you do to me? Please. I need to know." Your voice trembles. Your thoughts are a blur. All that you know is that you need Steve. You need him there. You need his voice, his touch, everything.

"You sure you wanna know sweetheart? I've known what I would do to you for a pretty long time. Not sure if you're ready to hear it." He retorts, his voice dripping with honey and sweetness.

"Please, Stevie. Please tell me. I'll do anything, please just tell me. I can't take it anymore." You beg.

"Okay baby, okay. I'll tell you. But I want you to touch yourself while I tell you, okay? I want you to feel good. Don't hold back. I wanna hear you. Hear how good you feel while I'm telling you what I'd do. What I wish I was doing to you right now, okay?" Steve gently instructs. He's barely comprehending what's going on. It all must be a dream. The best dream he's ever had. He'd happily stay in this dreamland forever.

You whimper a response back, which he takes as a yes.

You slowly snake your hand down into your pyjama shorts.

"Stevie I'm so wet. Wish you could feel it. Want you here."

"I know, honey. But just relax. It's gonna feel so good, okay?" He reassures. All you can do is nod to yourself and slowly peel your panties away from your slick cunt.

"I'd make you feel so good, baby. If I was there with you. Just imagine. Close your eyes. I'd start with my fingers. Just one, don't wanna stretch you out too quickly. I just know your pussy is tight. So, so tight. Need to stretch you out before evening thinking about giving you my cock. Don't wanna hurt you".

Your finger slowly rubs circles around your clit. Your moans are loud already, any previous embarrassment has completely left your body filling you with only want, and need. Your eyes flutter shut as you imagine Steve in front of you, towering over you with his strong presence. That it's his hand instead of yours that's making you feel so good.

"God you sound wet baby. You're this wet already? And I'm not even there with you? And I've not even got to the best part. I bet you taste fucking incredible. Don't know how many times I've thought about making you come undone for me. Screaming my name. Just want you to feel good baby, want you to be mine. Wonder how many fingers you could take? I bet even two would be a stretch for you.”

You whimper at the thought. Whilst it always feels good when you touch yourself, you can make yourself cum no problems, you just know that being touched by Steve would be on a different level entirely. Those big hands roaming your body, thick fingers stretching you out, aching but it such a delicious way.

“God Stevie, feels good. Feels so good, I wish you were here, I-, wish you were touching me. Want you to kiss me, and touch me, a-and, god please I’ve wanted this for so long”, you babble. So many thoughts consumed your head you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Steve couldn’t fucking think straight. His cock was hard, bursting at the seams of his underwear, straining, begging to be released. Hearing your breathy whimpers and moans, envisioning you touching yourself was riling him up in a way that he didn’t think possible. Yeah, he’d been with his fair share of girls, but no one made him feel like this, the way that you did.

He snakes a hand down to his boxers, palm rubbing his cock gently over the top of them. He stifles a moan as he feels pre-cum leaking out of his pink, swollen tip.

“How’s it feel, honey? Talk to me. You wanna know what I’m doing? Wish you could feel how hard I am, fuck. So fucking hard already and I’m not even there in person with you. I’m rock-fucking solid, baby”.

Your fingers leave you and come up to circle your clit. You’ve never felt this wet before, Steve has a way with words that was driving you insane.

“Feels good, Stevie, so good… just wish it was you touching me, please, I need to feel it, feel your fingers inside me,” you moan, a delicious familiar feeling rumbling in your lower stomach. Not yet, you thought, you didn’t want this to end.

Steve lets out a groan at the sound of your desperation, wrapping a hand around his thick shaft, slowly starting to pump up and down.

“Wish your hand was round my cock, baby, just know it feels so much better than mine. You want that, honey? You wanna wrap your hand round my cock? Wanna feel your pretty mouth on it, too. Just know it feels good.” Steve mumbles, his already jumbled thoughts turning even further into mush as he keeps a steady pace fisting his cock. He’s embarrassed to admit he feels his release building. You’ll be the death of him, the absolute death of him. How will he last more than 5 seconds inside you when even just the thought of you has him nearly cumming in under a minute?

“I’m close, Stevie, so close, feels so good,” you whimper. “Are you close? Can I cum, please? Wanna cum together, wanna hear you, please Steve…”

“Fuck, yeah I’m close, baby. Want you to come for me, wanna hear you scream my name. And the next time you do, just know it’ll be because I’m there, fucking you. That want you want?”

You nod, words failing you as the coil in your stomach starts to unravel. “Fuck, Stevie, yes! I-I, fuck!” You wail, clenching around nothing as your orgasm blinds you.

Steve follows suit soon after, ropes of his seed spilling onto his chest, hot breathy moans escaping his lips, whispering your name as he rides out the high.

Reality settles back in after a few moments of silence, coming back down from cloud nine to the quiet on both ends of the phone.

“Well, fuck. Guess we aren’t just friends anymore, honey.”

[anon-sect]

Henry and Ron heard that they were making changes in the department. Their jobs were on the list to possibly be eliminated. Both worried that that they could lose their jobs due to those changes.

They had received an email from the department head to come to his office to discuss their job responsibilities. Both knew what the conversation was about to be. Henry knocked on the department heads office door at the same time that Ron arrived. They heard Alex tell them to come in.

Alex saw Ron and Henry enter his office just as scheduled. "Gentleman, have a seat." He motioned for them to have a seat.

Henry and Ron took the two seats across from Alex.

"As you two are aware, we have made changes. Unfortunately, your positions are no longer required." Alex paused. "And we aren't filling in any new position at this current time. I hate to let you two go, but unfortantly, my hands are tied."

"There has got to be something for us. This job has been my main source of income." Ron pleaded, almost begging for any position, even as a janitor.

"I am in the same boat as him, Sir. I really need this job." Henry added.

Alex thought for a moment. There was one position that was available, but it was a risky one. "I do have one position that could be offered to both of you, but I have to warn you. It will be permanent for starters. Second, it will be irreversible." He would never really offer it to anyone, but these two seemed really desperate.

"We will take it." Both Henry and Ron spoke up at the same time.

"Okay, go down to the R&D Department. They will tell you about the job." Alex spoke, almost feeling sorry for the both of them.

THREE HOURS LATER.......

Ron woke up feeling strange. He couldn't move or speak, He felt like he was attached to something like a wall. The last thing he remembered was the R&D department injecting him with some liquid substance. He lost consciousness after that.

He looked up to see his work best friend Jason approaching. Ron tried to speak or get his attention but had no means to do so. He saw Jason unzip his pants and pull out his dick. He pointed it directly down at him. Hot piss poured into his mouth as Jason peed. He saw him zip up his pants and walk away without speaking a single word to him. Suddenly, he was forced to swallow the disgusting piss that was mixed with water. It tasted so gross. He wanted to vomit. It was then that he realized what he was. He was a urinal at the office. He wanted to get away so badly, but was completely stuck to the wall.

Henry was disgusted as the fourth guy had come into the restroom and urinated in his mouth. As soon as the guy walked off, the automated feature activated. He was forced to swallow another coworker's piss. The bad part was that none of them were aware that the urinal they pissed in was a former human. The R&D department had told him and Ron that the new position would be permanent. He just wished they had told them what the position was before letting them get injected. This new existence was a nightmare. He now wished they had just fired him instead.

Ron saw one of the R&D department guys walk in with Alex.

"These are you two urinals we installed earlier." Greg spoke to Alex.

"They look awesome. I do wonder, are they still alive in there?" Alex asked.

"Oh yes, very much alive. Their senses are cranked up by 1000%. This is their permanent form now. You should get many years of use out of them, or till you want to remake the restroom again." Greg laughed. "Anyway, I have to get back to my desk. I just wanted to show you the results." He then left the restroom.

"I think I will try one of them for myself." Alex spoke. He unzipped his pant and peed in one of them. As he stepped back, it flushed down the urine. "I wonder how that tasted." He laughed and walked off.

Henry felt so degraded as he watched the department head walk off after pissing in him. He wanted to be upset, but yet he put him and Ron in this predicament. Had they let themselves get fired, they would not be urinals at the current time. He could only mentally weep as every day would be the same. Multiple men coming in the restroom to use him to discard biological waste, completely unaware of the living urinal they just pissed in.

[cogentsummoner]

hehehe can I request

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

With Smite 😈😏 thanks!

warnings: vaginal sex, not set in the smite soulmate au

All it took was two little words for the Number One Villain's smooth, confident facade to crack.

The hulking villain's body completely covered yours on his luxurious bed; he was balls deep in you, holding himself up with one hand, and his expression was one of perfect shock.

"What?" he choked out, his face quickly flushing.

You blinked, almost sleepily, your toes still curled from your orgasm. "I... I said, 'Such a good boy.'"

You were about to apologize for it when you felt it again- All Might's cock gave a powerful twitch inside you at your words. So instead, you run a hand through his hair, soft smile forming on your face.

"That really does turn you on, doesn't it? I can feel you pulsing inside me," you murmured.

Suddenly, the Number One Villain couldn't look you in the eyes anymore, his embarrassment plain on his face. He leaned up and away from you- not taking his cock out of you, but still... moving away from you.

"Everyone likes to know they're doing a good job," he replied gruffly, giving a rough roll of his hips, making you gasp.

You whined, grabbing onto the shirt he never takes off- when it's sweat soaked like this, it's practically translucent, but you pretend you can't see the scar on his side all the same.

"Come back," you said, pouting, tugging on his shirt. "I wanna kiss you."

He rolled his eyes, but his smirk betrayed how he really felt as he leaned back in, kissing you soundly. The hand on your hip adjusted it's grip, and when he thrust into you again, his cock hit that sweet spot inside you. You moaned into his mouth, the pleasure melding with the aftershocks of the orgasm he'd just given you.

"So good," you panted out, keeping your face close to his. "Right there... good- good boy."

All Might couldn't hide his reaction this time, a deep groan escaping him at your praise.

"Fuck," he rumbled, his hips moving faster as he felt his climax approach. "Fuck, I-"

"God, you always fuck me so well," you told him earnestly. "Make me feel so good."

All Might didn't answer you, instead focusing on the pleasure bubbling inside him. The bed creaked as he fucked you, and thick fingers came down to play with your clit, trying to ply yet another orgasm out of you tonight- your little laugh turned into a moan.

You think you might be able to get him to cum first though.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" you asked breathlessly, clenching around his throbbing cock. "You always sound so pretty when you cum-" An honest to god whimper left the most feared Villain of your time. "-please, All Might... be a good boy and cum for me."

"Fuck!" he shouted as he came, unable to hold it back any longer, his cock twitching as spurts of hot, thick cum filled you. You sighed in pleasure, and delighted in the way his blush spread down his neck to his shoulders. He stilled above you, breathing hard as he came back down from that high. He looked down at you with furrowed brows, like he couldn't quite figure you out.

"You're so cute," you cooed at him, an easy smile on your face. "Who could've thought the King of Chaos could be so cute?"

He looked away from you, his expression a mix of embarrassed and quietly pleased. When he finally managed to put on his cool, tough exterior once more, he said, "I'm not done with you yet."

That was fine. After all, now you knew how to slip between the cracks in his facade- to the mushy gushy softie under it all.

smut sentence starters / accepting taglist: @duckywithahat, @silvershadow1711, @actuallysaiyan, @like-a-clock, @crimsonflameproxy, @kennys-partner, @andriannag

[adagiorii]

you should use this ask to talk about yuor ocs :3

(Anon I am so sorry it took me so ridiculously long to get to this one but I couldn't decide what to write and kept delaying it. Sorry ik how annoying this must be 😭😭😭😭)

Anyway, let's talk about the ginger bastard! 🦊 Small lore drop time

For starters, let's talk a bit about Hayato's design.

I don't know if I've made this obvious (save for the emojis lmao), but I associate him with foxes. This is why he has the messy red hair, the freckles, the slit cat-like pupils (foxes have them too yk), the fangs, and the orange-black-white colour scheme. All of this applies to Sanako too.

The fox thing is more prevalent in Hayato, though, because the theming goes further than just his appearance. I haven't mentioned it yet, but he has fire powers, which were partially inspired by kitsunebi (or foxfire). In japanese mythology, kitsunes were able to create flames, which is basically what Hayato is able to do too.

By all means, his powers are quite "basic" ig, just regular anime fire powers though I do like to think about how they would work, I like to say his respiratory system is basically just a furnace but in universe, he's a special case. Humans don't have powers in this story - he's the only known exception. I could talk about how and why he got his powers, but that would make this reply even longer, and I already don't think anyone cares much abt this lmao, I can talk about that some other time.

Even if he wasn't an exception, I still wouldn't say his powers are weak. He can cause a lot of damage and I think fire in particular can be quite a flexible and volatile power. It's something I'd really like to explore if I ever do get the chance to turn this story into a comic. He's mostly in control of his powers, but they can flare up when he experiences strong emotions.

I also like to think about how Hayato having fire powers would affect his life in other ways. He absolutely detests rain or cold water in general. If he gets soaked, he'll be in a sour mood for the rest of the day and won't be able to use his powers until his hands are dry. If he coughs a lot, he'll start coughing up smoke; if he rubs his hands together for a while, he'll produce smoke and eventually a flame. I think the easiest way for him to make a flame is to snap his fingers, though. I almost want to make him sneeze sparks but I know that'd be too hard for him to hide. Maybe if it's hot and dry enough. He also has a higher body temperature than the average human, probably around 39° or 40° degrees? High enough to boil a human brain which explains a lot

Anyway, I could talk a lot more about all of this cringe lore, but I'll spare the rest of the yapping. Just know that if you read this far, I'm very grateful and I love you. 😭❤️

[doctor-dusk]

𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

a private session, as he said.

warnings: mutual masturbation, fingering (f receiving), exhibitionism and voyeurism.

word count: 3.4k

part 1, part 2

it took me longer than expected. ngl that i've been feeling a bit discouraged and insecure about my writing lately and i've been putting off posting. anyway, hope you like it :3

you haven't stopped talking for a minute since alex got your phone number. like, for hours, going into the early hours of the morning sometimes. 

you found out he lived a few minutes away from you and was a bartender at a night pub, so eventually he had to be absent when he was on his shift. of course you understood, but you couldn't help but miss talking to him when he was away for too long, especially at night. you found yourself looking at his profile picture, or at the photos he sent you throughout the days. 

obviously, at this point you already had a certain level of intimacy, so he didn't see a problem in sending you some kind of spicy photos, for example, after the shower. oh, these were your favorites. you loved his toned muscles glistening with water, the fluffy towel wrapping around his waist, the marked v line. and of course, you loved seeing the outline of his cock in the towel. 

a was a tuesday night. particularly rainy, the wind was not violent and the news reported that it could last until the next day, but that doesn't bother you. you were reading a book peacefully on your bed when you felt your cell phone vibrate under your pillow.

you fumbled around the bed looking for your cell phone, reaching under your pillow to grab the phone, turning on the screen and smiling when you saw that he had sent you a message.

“hi baby, just got back home.’’ he texted you.

you smiled at the nickname. it was already natural for him to call you that, but you still found yourself giggling about it whenever he called you like that.

“did something happen?” you texted him back. he should be working now, since he had said he had a shift at the pub that night.

“the power went out at the pub because of the rain,” he explained in another message after a while. “guess i'll have to go back tomorrow to make up the hours. yay.” 

you chuckled softly. it wasn't like he didn't like his job, he just found it tiring sometimes.

“what are you going to do now?” you asked him. 

“well, for starters, i’m gonna take a shower and eat something.” he answered, sending another message afterwards. “but first of all take off these clothes. i'm so fucking wet.” 

“hey, that's my line.” you joked, imagining he must have laughed when he read it. and he did.

“cheeky. later i'll make you wetter than i am now, what do you think?” he suggested. you bit your lip.

“i’ll wait for it.’’ you texted back, swaying your legs up and down like a teenager.

“good. i’ll call you in 30 minutes. wear something nice for me, love ;)” 

you thought you were dressed appropriately for him. a cotton cropped shirt and a flared mini skirt. but you thought there's something missing. it wasn't "nice" enough for him.

you opened your closet and drawers, looking for some suggestion. you didn't even know exactly what you were looking for. 

your eyes landed on your underwear drawer, remembering that you had a pair of white knee socks somewhere. you didn't know if he would like them, but knowing him well enough, you could deduce that was worth a try.

you put on the socks, the soft fabric gliding over your legs like a massage, the hem resting right above your knees. you looked at your reflection in the mirror, flexing your leg and bending your knee to see how it looked. then you turned your back, looking over your shoulder to see how it looked from this angle. it wasn't bad. it showed off your legs nicely. he might like it, but if he doesn't, he'll be polite enough to ask you to take it off.

you made sure your door was locked, turning the knob twice as a precaution. once confirmed, you jumped on your bed, grabbing your phone. as if on time, a message from him popped up on your screen.

‘’ready?’’

‘’yep.’’ you texted, settling yourself in bed, lying partially between your pillows, your back resting on the headboard, your knee bent so you could rest your phone on it.

seconds later, a video call popped up on your screen, and you answered it without delay.

oh, as always, he was handsome. unlike you, he was standing, probably walking around his apartment, the position of the camera revealed that he was holding his phone a little too low. and of course, shirtless.

‘’hey love, i- fuck, no, no! wait a minute.’’ he said before you could say anything, leaving his phone in a corner, the camera focusing on the ceiling was all you could see now. you waited for him to come back, listening for some noises and trying to figure out what it was. seconds later, he came back. ‘’sorry, i had to put the neighbor's cat out. the bastard tried to steal my last slice of pizza.’’ 

you laughed at what he said. you expected anything but that. 

‘’how did he tried to steal your pizza?’’ you asked as he was making his way to the bedroom, turning off the lights on the way.

‘’he came in through my kitchen window. can't turn my back for a bloody second.’’ he rolled his eyes, entering his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed. ‘’you look lovely, baby. new necklace?’’ he pointed out. you looked at your chest, the silver necklace resting on your collarbone. you didn't even think he would notice that. but he was very observant, especially when it came to you.

‘’yeah, i bought it yesterday when i went out to shopping with my mom.’’ you answered and he hummed, his mouth was too busy eating a piece of pizza. ‘’although this isn't the necklace i was looking for.’’

‘’which one did you want?’’ he asked, his voice a little muffled as he was finishing the slice of pizza.

‘’your hand.’’ you answered him, causing him to cough almost uncontrollably because he almost choked on the piece of pizza. you would have laughed if you weren't so worried about him. “are you okay? i'm sorry, i-”

‘’no, no, i'm fine. wasn't expecting it, you can't do this to me, jesus.” he laughed after catching his breath, his face was a little red because of it. “you can't have my hand as your necklace if you choke me to death on a piece of pizza.”

“sorry, i didn't know you'd be so surprised.” you chuckled softly, watching him wipe his mouth with a napkin, throwing the paper in the trash.

“you just caught me by surprise, hon. you're not usually this forward.” he said. he was right, sometimes you were a little shy, even though you've done things that say otherwise. “by the way, are you wearing something nice like i asked you to?”

you nodded, adjusting your posture, getting into an angle so he could see your body when you stretched out your arm holding your phone in your hand, giving him a good view. he let out a low whistle, enjoying the view.

“no way, knee socks?” he asked with raised eyebrows as his eyes landed on your legs, making himself comfortable in his bed. it wasn't in a disapproving tone, by the way.

“yeah, did you like it?” you asked a little insecurely.

“hell, a lot.” he licked his lips, taking a look at you. “i have an idea, do you want to know what it is?”

you nodded eagerly. by the tone he spoke, he was certainly going to suggest something for you to do.

“take off your clothes. i want you in nothing but those knee socks. can you do that for me, love?”

the idea made your hair stand on end. you knew that eventually you would undress for him, but you didn't know that you would be so nervous about the idea and that it would be so exciting to be naked for him, wearing only a pair of white knee socks.

“you can take your time, baby. don't worry, i've got all the time in the world for you.” he reassured you, making you even more comfortable with the idea.

“shirt?” you suggested and he hummed in agreement.

“are you wearing a bra?” he asked and you shook your head. “good. i miss those nice tits of yours.”

you giggled, grabbing a pillow and placing it on the middle of the bed, positioning your phone so that it rests on it.

“is the angle okay?” you asked him, sitting with your legs spread on the bed. he could even get a small glimpse of your panties.

“amazing, baby. keep going.” he said. he didn't really care about the angle as long as he could see you and your body on full display for him on his phone screen.

you pulled your crop top up, pulling it over your head. the mere sight of your breasts on the screen made him groan, biting his lip as he palmed himself over his sweatpants, even though you couldn't see it for now.

‘’so beautiful. one day i'm going to suck those tits, mark my words.’’

you smiled at the idea. alex seemed like the kind of hungry man who could devour you if he could. and he really was. he wanted to mark you, to sink his fingers and teeth into your flesh, so that he and everyone else could see that he was the one who did this to you. he wanted to make sure everyday that you were his, that only he could see you like that and make you feel that way. 

you touched your boobs, adding a little more anticipation to the moment, your nipples hardening with the mere stimulation on them, your eyes rarely looking at him on the screen, focused on losing your shyness as you touched your left breast while your right hand went down your belly.

“the skirt too?” you asked him, tracing your index finger along the waistband of your skirt.

“everything.” alex answered, a minimally authoritative tone was noticeable in his voice, but you didn't think it was bad. it turned you on even more.

you shifted in bed, your fingers hooked on the sides of your skirt, slowly pulling it down, letting the material slide down your legs, his eyes watching every move without blinking, as if he would never see something like that again in his life. his hand tightened his grip on his cock, feeling that sooner or later he would have to take it out, such was the pressure inside his boxers.

“you have beautiful legs, love.” he praised you as he drank the sight of your semi naked body, the only thing that kept him from seeing you naked were your panties and knee socks.

“thank you.” you smiled, you liked it when he complimented you, even when it was something simple. you felt desired, in a way.

“you're nervous, aren't you?” he asked. he had never seen you in person and never lived with you physically, but he knew you well enough to know that.

“god, yes. i'm sorry, i've never done that.” you mumbled, closing your legs a bit so you wouldn't feel so exposed.

“that's okay, baby, you're doing so good. take your time.” he said in a reassuring tone, not wanting you to feel insecure or embarrassed around him. “just remember that sooner or later i'm going to see this pretty pussy of yours. and believe me, i'm going to gorge myself on it.”

you chuckled awkwardly, still feeling a bit insecure. he pouted slightly.

“hey, look at me.” he asked you, he couldn't just hold your face and make you look at him, so he expected you to look back at the screen, which is what you did. “don't worry about it. we're just going to have some fun, i want you to enjoy yourself with me, hm?” he spoke calmly and patiently, knowing he needed to be careful with his words.

you smiled, nodding in response to him. he knew how to reassure you, how to make you feel safe. you were in this together, after all.

you tried opening your legs again, your hand running over the fabric of your underwear, testing the waters as he swallowed hard at your actions. you touched your sensitive bud, feeling it contract inside your panties with the touch of your fingertip.

‘’mhm, that’s it. doing so good, love.” he said, his voice almost in a whisper as he stuck his hand inside his sweatpants, squeezing his cock more directly over his boxers, his thumb ghosted over his sensitive tip, leaking precum and staining the fabric of his underwear. 

he felt uncomfortable with this, shifting in bed to get his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his cock, the angle he was lying at made the tip touch his stomach.

“you're making me hard as fuck.” he moaned in a somewhat anxious way.

“yeah? show me.” you instigated him.

fuck, you didn't even need to ask twice. he angled his phone so you could see his cock, his free hand grabbing it firmly by the base, massaging it deftly, working his way up until he reached the head, pulling back the foreskin so you could see his glistening tip practically taking over your screen.

you leaned against the headboard, supporting your body weight there while your hands were free. one hand hooked your panties, finally pulling to the side, showing him your most intimate area.

“beautiful. just like i imagined.” he bit his lip, watching your fingers firmly grip the fabric of your panties like a real hook while the fingers of your other hand roamed the skin of your crotch, teasing both you and him. “god, i can already imagine myself with my face buried in this pussy all day.”

you giggled, you loved how vocal he was. your index and middle finger wandered through your folds in an inverted 'v' position, sliding up and down your labia, feeling your digits getting wet.

“'wet?”

“so fucking wet.” you answered and he groaned. you also knew how to tease him with words, his dirty thoughts getting the best of him as he saw you touching yourself like this.

“yeah? think i can shove my cock inside you without needing lube?” he asked you, starting to pump his cock faster.

“oh, you have no idea.” you said in a sly tone, moving your hands away from there only to pull the panties down your legs, discarding them on the bed among the sheets. and you were just the way he asked, completely naked, except for the knee socks. oh, that made his cock throb.

“god, you're so fucking hot.” he hissed, pumping faster, his fist closed so tightly that his tip was getting redder and the veins were getting more visible. “touch yourself for me, love. please.”

you brought your index and middle fingers to your mouth, thinking about it. please. he never asked you “please”, not that you remember. he always asked, in a polite but authoritative tone, sounding like a gentle order. but never added the word please. 

it sounded like he's begging you. and you liked it.

“please?” you repeated the word, wetting your fingers, bringing them down to your sensitive bud that was aching to be touched.

“fucking please…” he said in a desperate growl, his eyes fixed on your body as you tesed him furter, circling your fingers on your clit, the contact making you hiss. “feels good?”

“mhmm, so good…” you hummed, circling your fingers counterclockwise, the way you always did when you pleased yourself alone in that bed in your room. “i wish you were touching me right now.”

“don't say that to me or i might come out in the rain and climb in through your bedroom window just to fuck you.” he panted, making you imagine the scene, a small whimper leaving your lips.

“yeah? would you fuck me good?” you asked, moving your fingers down, teasing your wet and slick entrance, your fingertips sliding in with ease.

“so good, baby. would you like it hard and deep?" he asked you, feeling the pleasure starting to get the best of him, he tried to hold on as much as he could.

you nodded eagerly, sliding two fingers inside your tight heat. he watched as you buried your own fingers inside your cunt until reached your knuckles, withdrawing them just to repeat the motion. nothing had ever turned him on as much as this. he felt like a teenager watching porn for the first time, but it was a thousand times better. it was real, and it was for him. only for him.

“so be it. gonna fuck you good, baby. the way you deserve it.” 

his words entered your mind like a virus, your eyes squeezed shut as your fingers went back and forth, coating them with your arousal. you couldn't help but vividly imagine him fucking you hard, his hips snapping against yours, his cock filling you to the brim as he squeezed your neck, calling you his little slut who takes his cock so fucking well.

“oh my god, please…” you whimpered breathlessly, your legs starting to tremble involuntarily, your head tilting to the side.

“are you going to come for me, love? you're so close, i can see it.” he hummed, watching you nodding, his fist was hurting, but he didn't want to stop, not when he was so close too.

“yes, yes, oh alex…” you moaned his name, making him grunt in response, his breath ragged and his body trembled, he could barely concentrate on holding the phone anymore, even though he doesn't want to miss a single second of you fingering yourself, chasing your climax.

“fuck, i can't hold back…” he almost whined, and you let out a satisfied smile, so close that you're already seeing stars.

“yes, fuck me, alex…” you moaned, and that was the last straw for him. he moaned loudly, his head falling back into the pillow as he came, making a mess of his own belly and chest, but he didn't stop, even though his senses were overwhelmed at this point.

as you watched him fucking his own fist through his orgasm and heard his whimpers, you followed him suit, cumming on your fingers, your free hand covered your mouth so you wouldn't moan loudly as the climax hit you, your trembling legs closed automatically around your hand as your fingers pumped and curled inside you to prolong your pleasure.

in the seconds that followed, all that could be heard besides the sound of the rain outside were the panting breaths as the bodies lay completely exhausted on the respective beds. it was so intense, you couldn't remember the last time you had an orgasm that good, especially when you were touching yourself.

after a few seconds, he broke the silence.

“still there?” he asked. you gave him thumbs up and he chuckled. you needed a few more seconds to recover.

“yeah, yeah…” you mumbled, taking a deep breath through your nose and letting it out through your mouth. then, you lifted your head, looking at him. he was as broken as you were.

“it just gets better, princess. you're amazing, really.” he said. and he was sincere, you could see it. or at least he gave you enough confidence to make you think that.

“you're amazing too. you must be even better in person.” you answered him next. it was like you were having pillow talk after sex. the difference is you hadn't had sex. not yet.

“well, baby, i'll try to impress you. i have to win you over every day.” he chuckled, groaning as he saw his own mess, knowing he would have to clean himself up. “hate this part.” 

“i wish i could lick you clean.” you pouted and he pouted too, chuckling at your boldness.

“you always get feisty after having your orgasm, huh?” he questioned and you giggled, picking up your panties to put them back on carefully, your legs felt like jelly. 

“only with you.” you winked at him, licking your fingers as he sighed at the sight of you. he was quiet for a while, just looking at you, his mind working in different ways. “what?”

“i want to see you.” he answered after a few seconds of silence.

“you’re seeing me already.” you chuckled and he shook his head after letting out a weak laugh.

“no, i want to really see you. to meet you in person.” 

oh. now that was another level.

[lostwysteria]

(Part 19

Comin in hot guys! Buckle Up ya'll! I am both happy and dissatisfied with this one. The curse of being a writer or an artist. Just one more left for this arc. I'm going to take a few days off after posting part 20. Let myself recharge and not burn out.)

Masterlist

Lin Ling was grocery shopping and looking for some starters to put in the small veggie and herb garden Nice and Wreck had set up for him by the huge windows on one side of their new apartment. Tomatoes, cabbages, lettuce, and onions were his main goal at the moment. He was just passing an alley when he was grabbed and his mouth was covered by a cloth. He passed out.

…

He woke up restrained and some kind of metal thong gagging him. 

“Good evening, Homemaker. Or should I call you Lin Ling?” Enlighter asked as Homemaker opened his eyes. “You are an absolute Mystery. I have absolutely NOTHING on you! It's impossible. Yet, here we are.” Enlighter said with a tsk. “Show time. Look pretty for the camera.”

The next few minutes were confusing. Apparently Enlighter was fueled by Fear, now. He was going by God’s Eye and was bound to expose Nice in any way he could.

…

Moon spat out her drink in horror. Lin Ling was being held captive by that crazed former hero. And this time it wasn't being staged. She shot a portal to Hero Tower as soon as she was suited up.

…

Shang Chao dropped his tablet. “Yang Cheng! Suit up! Lin Ling has been captured by a Fear powered Enlighter. He’s snapped!”

…

Miss. J reached the ground floor right as Moon portaled in. “Good. We're going to need you to help restrain Nice.” 

“I figured. We don't need him rampaging right now.” Moon agreed. Even she knew how thin the thread of his sanity was. Moon opened a portal to the trio’s floor.

They walked through to see Wreck struggling to keep Nice pinned.

“LET ME GO! I NEED TO SAVE HIM!” Nice was yelling desperately. 

“A little help?!” Wreck asked the newcomers. Moon put Nice in a hold, letting Wreck have a chance to catch his breath. He used his powers to restrain his lover as well. Nice went limp and was just laying there, trembling. It was heartbreaking to see.

“You need to stop and think, Luo Xiaoxing!” Miss. J used his true name. That made even his tears stop. 

Moon gasped quietly in the background. She had never known his true name. Just his hero one. 

Wreck went over to her. “His name uses the characters for Collection and Little star. He’s mine and Lin’s collection of small stars.” He told her. “Hello, Xiao Yueqing. My name is Yanshi Tiantang. Using the characters for disguise and heaven.” He introduced himself. 

“Disguising the heavens, huh? It fits.” she told him. 

…

Lin Ling was listless and boneless at this point. God’s Eye had been trying to get something from him for hours. He was exhausted and dehydrated and in pain. He had refused to say a word this entire time.

He knew Miss. J was probably handling things and trying to stop Nice from losing it. He just had to wait a bit longer. 

…

God's Eye was delighted when Nice and Wreck arrived through Moon’s portal. 

Before he could even say anything, Nice spoke up.

“You want the truth? You can have it. I'm not perfect. I am an orphan that grew up in the system. I only got into good schools because of my grades and pretty privilege. Wreck and I were Idols together in Highschool and College before trying to become heroes together. I made it, he didn't. We were separated and he gladly became a villain just to stay close. We are in love. We have been for so long.”

“I only dated Nice to boost my own status once I saw that people wanted us together. I didn't know that they were in love until after the public tied us so tightly together that my powers trapped me with him.” Moon admitted.

“I come from a good, third generation wealthy family. I grew up with luxuries Nice never could dream of back then. When I couldn't get the one thing I truly wanted, I selfishly chose to be a villain just to get it..” Wreck confessed next.

“I went along with dating Moon just to boost my own image of ‘perfection’. I never loved her. How could I, when we were using each other? I got so bogged down by my own perfection, that I lost sight of what truly mattered. I lost sight of my heart.” Nice cut in again.

He stepped forward. “I tried killing myself. I tried killing myself when the weight of being me was too much to bear. I stepped off the same roof Homemaker was on. This very same roof, in fact. He caught me and then I caught him when he fell while trying to save me. He listened to me as I cried for hours. He took me home and cared for me. Not some imagined image of me. I fell in love with him, too. Wreck and I both have.”

“Homemaker listened to me as well when I kidnapped him out of jealousy and rage at the thought of losing Nice to him. I poured my heart out to him and he didn't judge me. He comforted me and fed me a home cooked meal.” Wreck chuckled wetly.

“I am not perfect.”

“I used people.”

“I am just selfishly trying to keep what I want.”

“Let him go.”

God's Eye screamed in rage at his plan backfiring. Paradoxically, the three confessing their faults was gaining them trust. Who knew that people loved it when people took accountability for their own actions? 

He looked at the weakly struggling Homemaker. A few hours of light torture had taken it's toll on the physically weaker hero. The rank 260 hero wasn't a fighter or even a defensive hero and it showed. That little bit of struggle seemed to be the last straw and he finally lost consciousness.

God's Eye attacked the heroes with his little robots. Unfortunately he was outclassed and outnumbered. He decided to make one last fuck you to the three that thwarted him so easily. The fight had moved him and his captive close to the edge of the roof. He gathered the remaining robots and sent them at the heroes at the same time he tossed Homemaker off the roof. 

Let’s see how the public reacts to a rampaging hero that just lost a favored toy.

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · LONG HUGS ⋆ PATO O'WARD 🦢

pairing ☆ pato o'ward x fem! bff! reader

summary ☆ where pato and you've been bestfriends for a little too long

warnings ☆ cheating (not from pato)

masterlist | letterboxd

❛ stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love ❜

Y/N had lost count of how many dates she and Pato had been on. Although they weren't dates; neither had ever said to the other, "this is a date." They just met as friends to watch the sunset on the beach while eating pizza or to gaze at the stars in Pato's convertible or countless other get-togethers that always had a romantic tone, but never quite enough.

Y/N met Pato thanks to her sister; Y/N worked at a publishing house and was the one who edited and supported Elba's book project. Soon, they became friends, and Elba's starter pack included him.

Pato and she had been friends for two years, and they had been in love with each other for two years. It was almost love at first sight, although neither of them knew it yet.

In Pato's mind, Y/N only saw him as a friend, someone to have a good time with and laugh a lot, but nothing more. From Y/N's point of view, Pato was the most incredible person in the world, and she couldn't wait to confess her feelings.

At some point, Pato didn't see himself as enough for Y/N; she had a stable job, an amazing apartment, and a future that was not at all uncertain. While he was going from hotel room to hotel room and could be out of work at any moment. He saw himself as chaos for Y/N, almost like a problem.

That feeling worsened when, after returning from a race, they missed their flight, causing Y/N to almost get fired.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll talk to your publishing house, I'll tell them it was all my fault. Forgive me,"

Y/N couldn't believe how much Pato cared about her. She simply smiled at him and grabbed his hands, giving them both chills.

"It's okay, Pato. You don't have to talk to anyone, really. It's all fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure."

"You're not mad at me?" Pato was looking at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable.

"How could I be mad at you, silly."

Y/N let out a light laugh before hugging Pato as they waited for the next plane.

(...)

The race celebrations were the worst; hugs, kisses, touches… But everything was justified by euphoria. Y/N thought that his hugs were longer and more heartfelt than the ones he gave to others, but at the same time convinced herself that she was being delusional. Pato prolonged his hugs as much as possible to remember her when he went back home.

She had been the one by Pato's side during the Indianapolis 500.

“You go,” Elba had told her, leaving her speechless. “He needs you.”

Even now, she kept thinking about that phrase. Pato needed her. The idea of being so important to him caused all sorts of feelings. He was totally devastated, and when he saw Y/N, the sparkle in his eyes was instant. She hugged him and reassured him that there would be many more opportunities to win and that he had done an amazing race. They gathered enough courage and self-esteem to show up at the gala after the race.

It was no secret that the fans were crazy about them and that no one believed they were just friends. It was obvious for everyone except to them.

In the end, that day wasn’t so horrible for Pato, but only because Y/N was by his side.

(...)

The moment when Pato gathered enough courage to confess his feelings to Y/N was terrible. They had arranged to have dinner with their group of friends, and Pato was determined to confess to Y/N. He had spent the entire afternoon preparing his speech with his sister so he wouldn’t mess it up and was anxious for the moment to come.

But all his excitement dissipated when he saw Y/N enter with a man on her arm and introduce him to everyone as her boyfriend, Matt. She seemed to be incredibly happy with him, spending the entire dinner talking about how they had met and how amazing he was and how well he treated her. Pato gradually withdrew from the conversation, under the sympathetic gaze of his sister.

“I’m going outside to get some air,” Pato announced and waited a few moments for Y/N to make the slightest movement towards him, but she didn’t even look at him. She was distracted, laughing at one of Matt’s jokes.

“I’ll go with you,” said Elba, noticing Pato’s discomfort. Again, Y/N didn’t react.

They went outside, and Pato ran his hands over his face and hair, frustrated by it all. “I’m an idiot,” he said, with a saddened and angry expression. “I knew that sooner or later someone would beat me to it, but I didn’t think it would be right now.”

Elba pressed her lips together and put a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “I know. I had no idea she was seeing someone either. I always thought she would wait for you to make a move.”

Pato sighed. This was his fault, after all. He had taken too long to show romantic interest in her, so much so that Y/N hadn’t even noticed.

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No,” Pato’s response was immediate. “No, no, no. She seems happy,” he turned his head a little, seeing her through the glass with Matt’s arm around her shoulders. “If she’s happy, I’m happy.”

Elba knew he was lying; she could see it in the bittersweet expression on his face. And it was true, he was lying. If it were up to him, he would get rid of Matt right then and there and kiss her in front of all their friends.

(...)

His sister didn't listen to him and talked to Y/N anyway. They were at the former's house, preparing dinner for a movie night with Norbi when Elba brought up the topic.

“How are things with you and Matt?” she asked, while taking iced tea out of the fridge.

She noticed that as soon as she asked, Y/N broke into a wide smile. “Very well, he's on a business trip. But we're great.”

Elba also smiled, trying to conceal her true intentions a bit. “I'm glad to hear that.” She paused briefly, searching for the right words. “You know, I always thought there might be something between you and my brother.”

Y/N stopped what she was doing for a moment, as if recalling a past life. She couldn't find a way to respond to that without it sounding strange or suspicious, and by that point, Elba's comment had lingered in the air for too long.

“Oh really?” she simply said.

“Yes, I guess you two had that connection.”

“That connection.”

She repeated that phrase to herself many times over the next few days, pondering and questioning whether she and Matt had the same connection she had with Pato.

(...)

Elba's words lingered in Y/N's mind, but life went on as usual. That was until one fateful night when everything came crashing down.

Y/N sat on her couch, a half-empty bottle of wine next to her, and her eyes red from crying. Her phone, clutched tightly in her hand, showed the last message from Matt: “I’m sorry, but it’s over.”

She dialed a number she knew by heart. The phone rang, and Pato’s groggy voice answered. “Hello?”

“Pato,” Y/N slurred, her voice thick with tears and alcohol. “Can you come get me?”

Pato, instantly awake, sat up in bed. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I need you.”

Without another word, Pato was out of bed, pulling on his clothes. He glanced at his suitcases for tomorrows flight, but Y/N needed him now. Racing could wait.

He found her sitting on the front steps of her apartment building, shivering in the cool night air. Her eyes lit up with a mixture of relief and despair when she saw him.

“Y/N,” he said softly, crouching down beside her. “What happened?”

She fell into his arms, sobbing. “Matt… he cheated on me. I saw him kissing with some woman.”

Pato’s heart ached as he held her close. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve that.” He could feel the shivers in Y/N's body and how fast her heart was beating.

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I feel so stupid, Pato. I thought he loved me.”

“He’s an idiot,” Pato said firmly, lifting her chin. “Anyone who can’t see how amazing you are is a fool.”

She laughed bitterly. “You’ve always been too good to me, Pato.”

Pato helped her to her feet and guided her to his car. Once they were settled inside, she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I always thought there was something between us.”

Pato’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “What do you mean?”

She turned to him, her eyes filled with a vulnerability he’d never seen before. “I’ve had feelings for you for so long, Pato. I just… I was too scared to say anything.”

Pato’s heart pounded in his chest. “Y/N…”

“I thought maybe you felt the same way,” she continued, her voice cracking. “But then I met Matt, and I tried to move on.”

Pato pulled the car over to the side of the road, unable to keep driving. He turned to her, his eyes searching hers. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since forever. I was just too afraid to mess things up between us.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You…you love me?”

He nodded, reaching out to take her hand. “I do. I always have.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. “I love you too, Pato.”

Their kiss was soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepened, years of unspoken feelings pouring out. When they finally pulled away, they rested their foreheads together, both breathing heavily.

“I know you have a race tomorrow,” Y/N said, her voice tinged with guilt.

Pato smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Nothing is more important than you, Y/N. Not even racing.”

She smiled, a real smile this time, and snuggled closer to him. “Thank you, Pato. For everything.”

He kissed her forehead, holding her close.

☆ request by: anon

can i pls request pato o’ward and reader liking each other a lot but for one reason or another they can’t be together? you can choose the reason why they’re not together, just a lot of pining and star-crossed lovers vibes <3

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted <3 maybe it's a bit messy but i wrote this at midnight so don't expect too much

[orangeocelotmartyn]

xB & Keralis hanging out on xB's stream moments 5/16/24

Transcript under the cut

xB: (giggling) Keralis: Heyyyyy! Look who's here! xB: hi! (overlapping) Keralis: Hi, how have you been? xB: Hello. I've been alright, how's your-- Keralis: I haven't seen you in ages-- xB: I know, you've been gone for like a year. Keralis: Yeah, yeah. xB: Yeah. Keralis: Every single year, I'm gone. xB: I know! Keralis: This year was terrible, this year was terrible. But I'm back, I'm back! xB: Good! Did you want to come see what I'm working on? Keralis: (interrupting) Hi! You're pretty. Yeah yeah yeah, lead the way. xB: You're--I mean, you're not so bad, yourself. You know what I'm saying? Keralis: Oh, have you seen, I've-- xB: (interrupting) Hello. Keralis: --I've got a trim job, look at this-- xB: Oh! Look at you. Oh, wait, wait, are we matchy-matchy? Keralis: No, you're blue, I'm yellow. xB: Well, right, but the same, same--yeahhhh, look at us. Keralis: eyyyyy-- xB: We are handsome AF. Keralis: Well, my eyes are more handsome than yours-- xB: Ehh-- Keralis: Let me, let me just get undressed for success-- xB: my--mine costs diamonds to put on. Yours is just gold. Keralis: (sighs) I mean-- xB: Uh huh-- Keralis: --diamonds are kinda just so yesterday, I would say, so yeah. So yesterday. xB: Well, gold is just so, like, 2010. Keralis: (four seconds of silence) I don't want to see your thing anymore. xB: (giggles) Keralis: (laughs) Lead--lead the way, lead the way. xB: Okay.

Keralis: I missed the message, okay? I've missed the message--is this your? Thingy? xB: Yeah! Keralis: "xB's base--" Have you moved away from me? xB: Uh, a little bit, yeah. Keralis: Dudeeeee-- xB: I-I-I'm not done, like, at spawn, but-- Keralis: I'm gone for three weeks and this happens? Oh my goodness. xB: Why do you think I left? Because I no longer had a neighbor. Keralis: You do have neighbors, who's Beef, then? You've got Beef, you've got Falsie--oh, goodness, you've got plenty of netherite-- xB: No, he built a--he built a moat. Didn't you see? Beef built a moat, so I couldn't get to him. Keralis: That was Falsie, I guess, right? (overlapping) But did he hire False-- xB: Right, but he hired her--(overlapping) so he might as well have built it-- Keralis: (laughs) that's rude-- xB: (laughing) Dang guy. Keralis: Oh, that's so rude.

xB: mhm. Oh, I borrowed your fishing pole for a little bit, too. And then I put it back. Keralis: You did what with my pole? xB: I--touched it. Keralis: You touched my tra-la-la? xB: Mhm. (snickering) Keralis: My ding-ding-dong? xB: (giggling) Not that, no. (more giggling) Keralis: Oh.

Keralis: I don't want to be the party pooper, but I got dinner in just a few minutes, which I need to attend to. Otherwise my wife is gonna-- xB: Yeah, I've gotta-- Keralis: --be super upset. xB: Yeah, I've got a base to finish, so. Or, water to finish? Getting out? I guess? Keralis: Your base is over here. I can't believe you've moved away from me. xB: That is my starter base. Keralis: That is not your starter base. That is your forever home, and now you're gone. xB: Starter--no, no no no no no. I never said it was my--I said from the beginning, "this is my starter base." Keralis: I see your horse. What is up on the-the second floor? What's that? xB: That's my bed. Keralis: Your bed? xB: Mhm. Keralis: You got a bed? xB: Yeah! I took one of the beds out of it, but, yeah. Keralis: Awwww, there we go. That is my side, and that is your side.

[mjlovescm]

22- You never learn, do you 

Ongoing, 22/? chapters "Flashing Lights" Spencer Reid x black fem stripper reader

Now, there were a few things that could make a bad breakup worse. Seeing your ex move on too quickly or finding out they weren't as loyal as you thought. But having an unsupportive friend throw “I told you so” after “I told you so” in your face had to be at the top of the list.

As if life hadn't been hard enough with you stuck in bed crying over Spencer. It seemed your best friend Sydney was doing everything in her power to make you feel worse. Whether it was going on and on about how she always knew Spencer was no good. Or how you'd prioritized him over your friendship. Worst of all, she'd question you on what you expected from a man you met in a strip club. 

It was almost more exhausting than dealing with it alone. Almost. The truth was, you weren't sure if you trusted yourself alone. Though you would never tell her that. Or anyone, for that matter. 

Breakups were hard, yes. But when it came to you and your rather selective dating habits. Breakups seemed to hit harder. Your heartbreaks always lead to a depressive episode that lasts longer than the relationship itself. Leaving you haunted until you were forced to move on. 

It's exactly why you stayed away from relationships. It seemed every time you found yourself single and happy. A man had to come along and ruin it. Though you weren't against taking accountability, there was a common denominator. And you couldn't have been the problem every time, right?

But Spencer wasn't the problem, problem, was he ? Dilaudid was, stress was. Not him, and certainly not you. Life just got too much for him, and your relationship was caught in the crossfire. Or at least that's what you were telling yourself when you weren't over scrutinizing and rethinking everything.

While you tried to tiptoe around the details of your relationship with care. Sydney preferred a bulldozer. All in the name of helping you move on, stay grounded in, and reconnecting with reality. You had no idea she felt so strongly about him. Maybe you weren't paying enough attention to her after all. 

Plus, there was the whole Lila Archer thing that Sydney was suddenly not letting you forget. You tried to remind her that it was technically before the two of you were dating. And Spencer wasted no time clearing it up, even going to lengths to fix things. 

“Bitch, you're lying.” Sydney said, in pure disbelief. 

“I'm serious; he even offered to call her and everything. He swore it was all media misconstruing what really happened. He saved her life at the end of the da-”

“And you believed that shit?” her speculation only heightened.

“Yea… plus I felt bad,” you admitted.

“For yourself ?” she asked quickly. 

“For her,” you clarified. 

“Why ?” her tone more disgusted than genuinely curious. 

At first, you were upset, obviously. But with Spencer, not Lila. After seeing the magazine, your curiosity got the best of you, and you read it. Learning about what she went through from afar. 

Before the Fisher King situation, you had no real idea what Spencer experienced and worked with daily. All you got was a postcard and a threatening call, Elle practically lost her life. It made you look at what happened or what may have happened differently. You knew what it was like to be scared like that. Terrified even in your own home, and to feel protected by Spencer. 

“She could've died if Spencer wasn't there, her own best friend too. I don't know, I just can't justify holding that against him.”

Sydney didn't seem to care, drowning you out and focusing on the movie playing in front of her. All while hogging the popcorn bowl. Trying to take her approach, you didn't speak on or about Spencer. Though, you couldn't stop thinking about him as easily. 

But watching romance movies gave Sydney plenty of conversation starters. Or more so, suggestions or rules for moving on. 

“You should block him,” she says matter-of-factly. “It's the easiest way to make sure you don't do anything stupid.”

You chuckled, entertaining your friend's idea. Knowing damn well, you were far from agreeing. 

“Like what?”

“Drunken 3 am call or 3 pm.”

You rarely drank, and when you did, texting wasn't your forte. Food was. That, or sex.

“If I want to text Spencer, I don't need to be drunk to do it,” you told her before eating a spoonful of ice cream. 

“Do you really think he'll reply ?”

You shrugged in truth, though a small part of you knew deep down the answer was yes. Or at least you hoped it was. 

“I doubt it, I mean-”  she licks her spoon. “He did break up with you.” 

The cool, sweet taste suddenly felt sour. When you told her about breaking up with Spencer, the detail of who did it was one you kept vague. In truth, you knew it didn't matter. But it was the circumstances behind it that you wanted to keep secret.  

“Why do you say that ?” you asked genuinely.

“You aren't bragging about breaking his heart or complaining about how toxic he was.” 

“Bragging. Really?”

Your somewhat confident tone is now unamused. Throwing the cover off yourself, you stood and made your way to the kitchen. Having someone over to judge your mess made it easier to try to clean. Rinsing off your bowl and spoon, you took a moment to organize them for when you had the motivation to do them. 

“Nothing to say about this one, huh?” she says with a small smile as she plays with the melting chocolate. “First time for everything, I guess.”

With the breakup, you were well aware your emotions were running high. Right now, it didn't take much to trigger you. If it wasn't sadness, it was anger or, worse, depression. That agonizing numbness. And somehow Sydney was hitting all cylinders. 

But you wanted to give your best friend the benefit of the doubt. She just wanted some relationship gossip. Just like anyone else. That of course, didn't necessarily mean you had to give it to her. 

“Things just happen.” 

Your response is boring and bland. Clearly not what she wanted. Unentertained, she finished her ice cream and met you at the sink. She drops the bowl in with yours, the sound of clashing dishes makes you jump as she walks away.

“I still think you should do it. I know you'll thank me later.” 

Even with Sydney's opposing view on your relationship. It felt good to have someone familiar by your side. To watch trashy, unsophisticated movies with, not films or documentaries. To yell at the screen with and not listen to his soft voice translate the words. To fall asleep on the couch and wake up with and not alone while he's gone working on a case.

Waking up slowly, Sydney searched the dark room. Dazed, she rummaged the soft cover before panicking, not knowing where her phone was. A sigh of relief left her as she felt the familiar shape only to find it was not her phone but yours. It takes her a second to pause the reading voice, but with your phone in her hand, she can't help herself. Investigating the screen, she scoffed at the thought of you reading some article.

“y/n.” she called your name softly.

Checking to see if you were awake, she does it again before continuing on your phone. Sliding up, she doesn't waste time looking through it. Instead, Sydney finds your messages, and it doesn't take long for Spencer's contact to be found. The name “baby boy 💜📚” paired with a lowly lit picture of the two of you and no new messages made it clear you two hadn't been in contact. 

Spencer was rightfully giving you space and unsure what to do, you were doing the same. The wound was still fresh, but Sydney knew how to help you heal. There was no way she'd let a boy get in between the two of you. Certainly not Spencer, of all people. 

Her dark curiosity doesn't have to try hard to get the best of her. With fast thumbs, Sydney scrolls through your private conversation. Eyes glued to the screen as she read. Months of late night texts, date plans, and false promises. For what ? It was incredible to her; you really thought Spencer loved you. 

It was sad and deluded. 

Without thinking twice, Sydney blocks Spencer's contact. Deleting your text history before doing the same to his number.   Taking it a step further, she clears your phone's recently deleted. Just like that, Spencer was no longer a problem for either of you. 

Next chapter – 23 – The beginning of the end

All chapters – 1, 2,3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, Spencer Reid masterlist

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Sweet Pea x Fem OC

Pt. 2

archie andrews twin sister, delilah, is fed up with him being overprotective. so when a cute serpent offers her an opportunity, she can't turn it down

Delilah hung onto him for dear life, terrified as they raced through the streets of riverdale. when they finally arrived at pops, delilah didn't think she had it in her to step off the bike. he pried her hands off him and helped her off. with her whole body trembling in fear she couldn't get the helmet strap undone. he once again helped her and took it off her head.

"i'm never doing that again," she said, flattening out her hair. he fixed a piece of her hair and gestured for her to follow him.

they walked through the doors and delilah surveyed the room for archie. he wasn't there.

"i'm gonna go wash my hands," she said excused herself. when she came back out, she came face to face with archie, veronica, jughead, and betty.

"hey girl," veronica said. "we were just about to sit down, do you wanna join us?"

"oh, no thanks V. i'm here with someone," delilah explained. "thank you for the offer though."

"o la la, does delilah andrews finally have a boy?" veronica asked.

"no," archie shot in. "no she does not."

"just between us girls," she whispered to veronica and betty. "kinda."

the girls all squealed at her admission.

"i don't wanna move to fast, and put labels on it, but i really like him," she lied through her teeth.

"well we won't keep you any longer," betty winked at her and started walking toward a booth.

"who?" archie demanded.

"none of your business," she walked away from him and towards sweet pea who was seated at the counter. when she took the seat next to him, archie sprinted across the room to them.

he ripped sweet pea out of his seat and they started yelling.

"what the fuck are you doing?" archie said.

"i'm here on a date," sweet pea responded.

"get away from my sister," archie shoved him and sweet pea shoved him back.

"you're being ridiculous," delilah said, stepping in front of sweet pea right as archie tried to push him again. she lost her balance and fell back into sweet pea hard. he caught her and rested his hand on her hip.

"don't touch her," archie said.

"i think i'll do what i want."

archie lunged at sweet pea but jughead held him back.

"sit down," veronica demanded. "leave her alone, archie."

"this isn't over," archie threatened before walking back to a booth.

sweet pea turned her around and leaned her back against the counter.

"not so bad, right?" he whispered. she shrugged lightly and he pulled her in for a hug. "is he watching?"

"mhm," delilah hummed into his chest. after a few seconds he pulled away slightly, their hips still pressed together. he looked at her carefully before raising his hand to her chin and gently kissing her.

"why him?" archie sat at his booth, fuming as he watched his sister.

"he's not without charm, archiekins," veronica said. "why are you so opposed to her dating anyway?"

"every boy in this town is an asshole," archie said.

"you live in this town," betty pointed out.

"i know."

"you're mainly upset because he's a serpent," jughead scoffed.

"yeah, jug. and he tried to hurt me. he showed up at my house and tried to fight me," archie complained. "why does he like her anyway? he hates northsiders."

"well, for starters, delilah is drop dead gorgeous. like even i've had thoughts about her," veronica admitted, resulting in a disgusted look from archie. "but, also, she's kind. she doesn't judge the southsiders, at least not outwardly."

"i think it's sweet," betty said.

"how? how is that sweet?" archie asked, slamming his fork down.

"he's willing to fight for her. he must know she doesn't date because you don't let her. just be happy for her, arch," betty explained.

"it just doesn't feel right," archie shook his head. "i can't shake the feeling he's using her to get back at me."

"not all serpents are the horrible people you make them out to be," jughead chimed in.

"can you blame me for thinking that?" archie practically yelled.

"i guess not. i'll talk to him," jughead told him.

"thanks jug."

archie watched as they left the diner and the only thing stopping him from following them was veronica sitting on the outside. but when he saw sweet pea hand the helmet to her he practically shoved her out and raced outside, his friends not far behind.

"absolutely not," he yelled. "she is not getting on that."

"calm down," veronica said.

"no, ronnie. a date is one thing but she can't get on that. she'll get hurt," he said. "i bet that's what you want though."

"excuse me," sweet pea stepped close to him.

"you heard me. i bet you're just itching to hurt her to get back at me."

"there's something wrong with you," sweet pea bit back.

"come on," she pulled sweet pea back. "he's not worth it."

"let's go," he mounted his bike and delilah followed him.

archie watched in anger as they rode away. he stormed back into pops, slammed money down on the table, and started running back home. when he got home, he went straight to delilah's room, but she wasn't there. he ran back down the stairs and found his dad in the kitchen.

"has 'lilah come back home?"

"no, i don't remember seeing her come in," fred responded. archie went back upstairs and called delilah. she didn't respond.

"god, he's annoying," delilah whined, putting her phone back in her pocket.

"i know," sweet pea said. they were sat on the edge of sweet water river, completely alone. "why doesn't he let you date?"

"i'm not really sure," delilah admitted. "something about all the boys being awful, i think. but i don't believe that."

"that's weird."

"i think he's trying to protect me, i mean he wouldn't ever leave my side growing up. but ever since he started dating veronica, he's been leaving me alone more, thank god."

"it still doesn't make sense though. you'd think he'd want you to have a boyfriend so he could protect you," sweet pea pointed out.

"i gave up on trying to understand my brothers mind a long time ago," she put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

they sat there in silence, watching the river flow, for what felt like eternity before delilah spoke.

"it's getting late," she whispered. "it's dark and i'm cold."

"take my jacket," he took off his serpent jacket and handed it to her. "i'm sure your brother would love that."

"take me home," she said, snatching the jacket from him and pulling it over herself. she was practically drowning in it.

hé drove her back home and walked her up to her door. it wasn't that late but delilah didn't want to risk waking anyone up. she slowly crept up the stairs and entered her room. she found archie sitting on her bed.

"why him?"

"he asked me out," delilah said, crossing her arms.

"and you thought i would be okay with this?"

"archie, i have had enough with you thinking you can control my life. he likes me, and i like him. i'm not gonna let you ruin yet another relationship for me, i just won't," she was trying to be stern with him, but not be too loud. "now get out of my room," she pointed to the door.

"im not done with this," he said, heading for the door.

"yes, you are, archie. seriously leave me alone, you've done enough to hurt this family, dont add this to the list of things you'll be apologizing for for the rest of your life."

[marchsfreakshow]

What A Strange Stare [Dave Lizewski]

Fluff

Whenever Dave or you walk past eachother, you stare for a second. A lingering glance that causes him confusion and a dull ache in his heart.

:) ok I got inspiration from my beloved @pretty-little-mind33 and her 🍰 anon!! Fully just from what they both said I got this idea. Will probably be a little short but i couldn't help myself.

Sort of, goth!reader? I might get some stuff wrong but I'm not that big into the goth culture so sorry if I get anything wrong :(

No one's perspective

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You met eyes again. Your hand adjusting the bag on your shoulder. Then you disappeared down the corner.

"At some point you really need to talk to them." Marty started, once again watching Dave's slight yearning as his eyes burned into your back. It was like a little meeting multiple times throughout the day. You were... So strange to him. Your clothes were nearly always monochromatic. Nearly.

Perhaps there was a navy tanktop, denim jeans with a little wash on the knees. Always a jacket on top of your shirts. There was a rare leather jacket which made Dave stare for longer. Sometimes you could've sworn you saw hearts in his eyes when you walked past.

The prospect of actually trying to find a conversation starter between you two was slightly horrifying. What on earth could you be into? You looked... Well goth really. What were goths into? He huffed out a noise and bumped his head into his locker. "Okay but about what?"

"Music?" Todd interjected with a shrug.

"what music??" Dave asked back, slightly exasperated. His taste was anything from Blink-182 to the occasional underrated Queen song, so there was no telling if you were into the same songs. The three of them continued to mutter together about what songs you possibly liked until the next few classes.

It was a pain to think about for Dave, his little hallway crush overtaking his classes.

However, finally, at the end of the day, Dave caught wind of you again, watching you stand by the road, seemingly waiting. One ankle crossed over the other, jacket resting over the top of your bag. God, you were so... So ethereal. Everything about you was seemingly impossible to take into account. How on earth was he meant to talk to you?

You felt something burn into your back, and you turned your head slightly to look behind you. Meeting eyes to eyes until you saw Dave. A ghost of a smile met your lips, like you actually acknowledged him for once. His cheeks burned, and that little smile was suddenly ingrained into his head. When you saw that flush on his cheeks, you smiled a little bit more and gave him a wave. That wave gave him confidence, and you watched Dave walk up to you. "Okay... Um, Hi there." He coughed, resting the tips of his fingers in his jeans pockets.

"Hi..."

"So, I was wondering about... Music.." Dave wasn't sure his cheeks could feel more hot, but a flush of it ran through his body in embarrassment. Like his mind suddenly stopped half way through.

"Music?" You smiled slightly.

"Yes! Um, what music are you, do you, what do you listen to?"

"Uh, lots of things. I like The Cure," You looked away as you thought of your music taste, trying to find something interesting. The Cure wasn't overall very interesting because of their popularity. Then again, Queen was the same. "Queen.."

"Me too! Um, News Of The World is my favourite."

You smiled again. "I like Sheer Heart Attack." Dave wasn't quite sure how he managed to find one single artist you both liked, but he managed it. And his heart raced. "What else do you like?"

"Deftones."

"Oh they're cool. Um, I think my ride is here, but do you want my number? Help mix a playlist of the songs we both like?"

His eyes widened. What was his luck? Pretty damn good is what it was. Dave could barely reply before you placed a piece of paper in his hand and walked off into a car on the other side of the road.

Dave,

Here's my number. I've been wanting to talk to you, but I got too nervous whenever I walked past. So, feel free to recommend me music or whatever.

You signed it off with your number and your name. Once he recognised it, you were resting your head slightly out of the window and someone was starting to drive off. Jesus Christ... Those eyes. The most graceful stare he had ever come across. It didn't stop the fact he was probably never going to stop his heart from racing faster whenever he thought of you.

This term was going to be hell.

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Taglist: @strawb3rrystar / @american-horror-whore / @cherrys-muses

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 8

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

omg hi guys.............

i'm so sorry for leaving it this long, i just literally could not write anything, my brain was absolutely fogged up - probably because i had covid unknowingly lmao. this is another long chapter so i hope this makes up for it! <3

thank you for reading and for all your kind messages and support, i appreciate you all so much. i know i say this constantly but i really mean it. stay safe and keep healthy, guys!! love you :')

let's get this train on the ROAD!!!

The summer of '93 was an interesting feat, to say the least. Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and you'd found yourself dating someone you never thought you would.

You had not expected yourself to be caught up in a whirlwind type of romance, especially not by someone you'd despised back in school. Yet, here you were, arm in arm with none other than school menace, Benjamin Bluewater. The two of you were currently strolling through Hogsmeade, wide smiles spread across your rosy-cheeked, cold faces. The snow crunched beneath your feet as Ben wrapped an affectionate arm around your waist, pulling you close against him. You failed horribly at trying to hide the bashful smile that picked at the corners of your shivering lips.

"I'm gonna miss seeing you every other day." Ben said, giving you a squeeze.

"Yeah," you hummed happily, glancing up, "this summer has been very..." You trailed off, struggling to find the words. Ben glanced down at you, a lazy half-smile reaching his lips.

"Unexpected?" He chuckled, finishing your sentence for you.

A grin broke out on your face and Ben leant down to plant a soft kiss against your smiling mouth. "Definitely." You replied against his lips, nodding softly, letting your eyes fall back to the powdery-white trail in front of you as he pulled away. "You can visit me if it gets too hard." You teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow. It'd only been a month and a bit of seeing Ben, but he really had you hooked. Each time you saw him, the agonising thought of you and Snape melted away from your mind a little bit more. You felt like you'd finally got control - he was no longer dictating how you felt. However, you did feel a tad bit guilty. At times it felt like you were using Ben to get over the broody Potions Master. You didn't dare tell him about it either, you were pretty sure that he wouldn't take it well - in fact, you were certain he wouldn't. How would he believe that you'd fallen for the man that used to cause the pair of you grief in school? For starters, he used to be your teacher all those years ago, and secondly, in Ben's mind, he considered Snape an ugly old git.

"I think you'll be the first to crack, Y/N." Ben nudged you back, prompting a playful scoff to fall from your mouth. Ben's lips broke into a grin, pleased with your reaction.

"As if," You choked. "Wait, who was it again that turned up at my door the day after our first date? Oh yeah, you." You scrunched your nose up at him and poked out your tongue, though, your attention was soon hooked by the flash of what looked like a figure dressed in all-black. Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped to the left, eyes flicking desperately between the forest of pine trees, searching  for what you thought you had seen. Ben picked up on your change in behaviour almost immediately.

It couldn't be, you thought, heart suddenly beginning to race.

"You okay?" His bushy brows furrowed at your unusual skittish demeanour, clearly worried about you. Ben's alarmed voice did not compute in your head. "Hey," His hand slipped from your arm and fell to your wrist, tugging it at it to pull you from your thoughts, inducing a soft gasp from you as you spun on your heel to face Ben. It looked as if you had just seen a ghost of some sort.

"What?" You questioned softly, blinking. Ben stared at you.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost, Y/N." He said, concerned. You swallowed and wet your lips, looking down at the ground as he brushed his thumb tenderly against your wrist.

"I'm alright." You looked back up at Ben, placing a forced smile upon your lips. He didn't seem convinced, though he didn't press you. He gave you the benefit of the doubt. "Just, err, just a little on edge, you know with, erm, the whole Sirius Black thing." You lied, a nervous chuckle leaving your throat.

"I don't think the mass murderer known as Sirius Black would bother himself with a place such as Hogsmeade, Y/N." Ben smiled, almost amusedly at you. You stayed silent, not sure what to say. Ben let his blue eyes to flick between yours, almost like he was attempting to read your mind. You broke the connection and glanced away, an uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine. Ben sighed gently and looked ahead of the two of you. The town of Hogsmeade was settled in the distance, shrouded in a cloudy mist. An idea popped in his mind. "Would a tea or a hot beverage of some sort make you feel a little better?"

"Um, yes, I could go for a tea." You nodded lightly, looking back to Ben. A small smile graced his features as he let his warm hand slip into yours. The corners of your lips tugged upwards a little. Ben felt at ease once more as your pretty face was lit up with that bright smile of yours. He couldn't resist placing another sweet kiss upon your lips.

"Alright. Let's go, I know just the place."

You laid on your bed in your quarters at Hogwarts, the pale sunlight peeking through your curtains was slowly ceasing as the evening began to set in. Your mind was constantly reeling back to yesterday afternoon. You continuously replayed the memory of the flash of black in your mind, attempting to put a name to what it was. A sigh of frustration left your lips, leading into a groan. You refused to acknowledge who you thought it was. There was just no way.

All those feelings and thoughts that you'd buried and hidden away with the idea of Ben started to creep back out of it's cage and it frightened you. Perhaps it was foolish of you to think that you'd move on so quickly. A month and a bit was definitely not enough time to heal. Yes, you were unquestionably foolish to think that forty-three days was a satisfactory amount of time to rid yourself of the thought of someone you had been near almost every day for a year.

Whatever, you thought. It'll pass. It will... won't it?

Gods, now you were doubting yourself. You knew you still felt deeply for Snape, of course you did, you spent almost a whole year in his presence, but you thought dating someone else in the meantime would have solved some of that. Jesus, that's messed up. Were you just using Ben to get over Snape? This was so wrong on so many levels. You liked Ben, truly you did, but you always found yourself comparing him to Severus. The way he spoke, the way he moved... your mind was plagued with him, and you were an idiot to think that locking away the thought of Severus would do anything but help yourself. You did this to yourself, and now you deserved to deal with the consequences. You just had to act like your feelings for him didn't exist, maybe that would help. …Maybe it wouldn't, but that was the best idea you had right now.

You needed to clear your head, and badly. Your buzzing thoughts were starting to drown you. You quickly slipped out of your bed and headed out of your room, quietly shutting the door behind you. Just as you were about to turn around to walk down the hallway, a tall, shabby looking man stood in your way. He had light brown hair with flecks of grey in it, a fluffy moustache and a rather painful looking scar was scraped across the middle of his handsome face.

"Oh- hello," You said in surprise, confusion evident in your tone. The man smiled at you jovially, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He looked rather tired and pale. You tilted your head at him, furrowing your brows.

"I apologise for scaring you," The man pursed his lips as he attempted a light-hearted joke, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm Remus, err, Remus Lupin, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." He added, his eyebrows raising a tad.

"Oh, yes, of course!" You instantly smiled, your cheeks turning a little red out of embarrassment. Lupin found it rather endearing. You scolded yourself for forgetting soemthing so important - Dumbledore had mentioned this the day before you left for Summer break. "I'm so sorry, it had totally slipped my mind. My name is Y/N L/N," Your smile widened as you held out a friendly hand for him to shake. "I'm the professor of Herbology here at Hogwarts."

"Ah," He nodded, returning your smile and shaking your hand. His grip was firm. "Lovely to meet you. I hope we get along well, Professor L/N." Remus said trustingly, his hands returning to his pockets. You clasped yours together, resting them against your hips out of habit.

"I'm sure we will, and please, call me Y/N." You grinned. Remus gave you a curt nod. "Is this your first day here?"

"Teaching yes, but in regards to having been here before? No." He replied.

"Oh?"

"I attended Hogwarts as a small boy, so it's a little nostalgic walking round the place again." Remus explained, earning a surprised look from you.

"It seems as though every single teacher here also used to be a student here." You laughed lightly, inducing an amused smile from the new professor.

"It seems that way, yes." Remus nodded.

"Well, I hope to see you around, Remus." You smiled politely at him, noticing the way he slumped slightly in posture, almost like he was trying to hide himself. Remus returned your smile and dismissed you with a nod, continuing past you with a slow gait. You let yourself think for a moment. Those scars looked pretty horrific, they looked rather... deep. A grimace twisted your facial features as your mind raced with quite gruesome and morbid theories on how Lupin had acquired those wounds. You shook your head rather vigorously as if to relieve your mind of the grisly images that were popping in and out of it.

The hallways and corridors of Hogwarts were peacefully empty once again. Students, old and new, were still back at home preparing for the next school year that began in just a couple days. Goosebumps erupted on your body out of anticipation as you thought about what the year could hold - though, you were mainly excited to get back to teaching your beloved subject. In fact, you'd missed it a lot over the summer. More than you expected to, despite the distraction called Ben.

A tiny smile flickered on your lips at the thought of him, your eyes glued to the floor in front of you as your feet carried you forwards, a cool chill wrapping itself around your bare shoulders. You were wearing a thick-ish, buttercup-yellow night dress; the sleeves reached your wrists, but it was a little baggy up top, causing the wide neckline to slip partially off your shoulder. The chill made you quickly pull it up with your fingers, enveloping yourself with your arms.

Bumping into Professor Lupin outside your room had caught you off-guard. The thought of grabbing a coat of some sort had slipped from your mind the second your curious and confused eyes fell onto him. You shivered slightly, cursing yourself for being so forgetful sometimes. It might have been late August, but Scotland's freezing climate left no survivors.

"Did you not think it unwise to go around strolling in such... poorly thought out attire, Professor L/N? It is almost as cold as the arctic." That deep voice that had caused you so much grief and heartache shot through your head like a stray bullet. You froze in your position, your breath hitching as you refused to turn around to acknowledge the man that spoke with such articulated words it seemed laughable. You felt like you couldn't move. Like you were in a glue trap, like a little mouse.

Eventually, you thawed. "I'm not cold." You replied shortly, reluctantly turning around to face Snape. Your heart instantly sped into a gallop as your eyes fell onto his tall, brooding figure. Then and there, thought of Ben entered your mind as you stared at the Potions Master, immediately comparing the two. You knew Ben didn't make your heart race like he did. Your shoulders suddenly slumped with guilt. You shouldn't be thinking any of this. Ben was good for you, he treated you with kindness and respect, and most of all, he actually liked you.

"Your trembling figure says otherwise." Snape tilted his head at you, scrutinising you. Right then you wanted to shrink down into nothingness. You couldn't bear to feel so vulnerable underneath his eyes. Somehow, Snape looked better than the last time you saw him. And you hated that. You were sure you looked utterly terrible right now.

"I'm fine." You said sternly, dragging out the syllables as you fought back the bitter glare that was itching to break out onto your face.

"Fine, hm..." Snape drawled, almost mocking and sarcastic, letting his dark eyes drop down your figure, studying your improper outfit. You hugged yourself tighter at the sight, cheeks suddenly burning as you felt rather self-conscious. His brows knitted together suddenly, like something had just clicked in his mind. "Why aren't you wearing a coat?"

You hesitated. "I forgot to grab one." Snape's brow arched at you disapprovingly. You fought the urge to groan at him. "I bumped into the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin, outside my door." You explained, tone flat. "It's not like you care whether I freeze to death or not anyway." You added, rather bitterly. Snape narrowed his eyes at you, glaring. He did care, but he would never show it. Not right now, at least.

"Lupin?" He repeated, ignoring your last comment as his jaw ticked out of irritation. You frowned at his odd reaction. "I suggest you stay away from him, Professor L/N. For your own..." Snape trailed off, pondering on his words as he let his eyes sweep over you in a patronising manner. "...good." He uttered, almost like a warning. You were completely and utterly confused. Why did Snape seem so unwelcoming towards Lupin, he'd just joined Hogwarts, unless there was... history between them? Was there?

"What's wrong with Remus?" You asked, eyes narrowing in curiosity and suspicion about his feelings regarding the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Snape's jaw clenched at the sound of Lupin's first name, almost like he flinched. "He seemed perfectly kind and pleasant earlier."

Snape didn't reply. A harsh, exasperated sigh fell through your nose as you rolled your eyes at the enigmatic man before you, growing tired of his games. Why did he always act so cryptic? What was the problem with telling you the truth? Would it be so bad?

Before you could protest and poke at his mind, Snape began to stalk away from you, prompting a curt scoff to leave your lips. Your teeth were gritted out of frustration as you stared at the back of his head. Christ, he really hadn't changed - he was still pissing you off at an almighty rate. At this point, it was impressive.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, forcing Snape to halt in his tracks. He turned his head to the left, silently encouraging you to continue. "Would you just answer me?"

"I don't owe you anything." Snape said rather coldly. You clenched your jaw rather angrily at his rude reply. Jesus, will this guy ever just bite the bullet for once and give in?

"When you tell me to 'avoid' Professor Lupin, I think that demands an explanation as to why I should, Snape," You said, shaking your head at him like he was daft. "You must be delusional to think otherwise!" That must have struck a nerve within the Potions Master, as he swiftly spun around, his cloak turning with him dramatically like a bat, making you shrink in regret. He stormed over to you, footsteps heavy and determined. You backed yourself up, a little unnerved by his sudden and intense approach towards you. Snape got right up in your face and you could feel his hot breath dance across your skin, sending anxious goosebumps down your spine. It felt like your heart was about to fall out of your chest from the high gear it had suddenly kicked into. 

How could- no, why was your body still reacting so fiercely to Snape? Weren't you meant to be focusing on Ben?

"Lupin is not who you think he is, Y/N." Snape warned, snapping you out of your thoughts. It nearly sounded like there was a hint of concern in his voice, like he was worried about you. You had to laugh at that, as if Snape - the man who had pretended like you didn't exist for half a year - cared for you. He'd never stoop to such a pathetic ideal. You brushed the hurtful lie under a dusty rug in your mind, averting your attention back to the pair of deep, obsidian-coloured eyes that sat mere inches away from your own.

"And how do you know that?" You challenged, a hint of venom in your voice as you mocked his serious tone. Snape sneered at you, leaning back from your face, like he was disgusted.

"Your ignorance is blinding." He replied bitterly, still refusing to explain anything to you. At this point he seemed like a child to you. From his the way he glared at you, and reeled back from your agitated little form, Snape seemed to be disappointed in you. You didn't think he had a leg to stand on with that idea.

And so, that was your last straw, you couldn't hold in your frustration anymore; it felt like all the pressure that had been building up beneath your skin was coming to a rise and it had finally burst at the seams. "Jesus, Snape!" You cried out, infuriated, your hands flying up to pull helplessly at your hair. "Why is it so hard for you to answer me?! Are you so incapable of that?!"

Snape seemed a little taken aback by your outburst as the ill feeling of deja vu began to seep into his bones. This felt a little too familiar: it reminded him of that night he found you drunk. Yet, right now, you were stone-cold sober, and still shouting the same things at him. In regards to your outburst, he truly hadn't seen it coming, and yet, he was almost always aware of how you were feeling. He could read you so easily. To him, you were like a book he'd read almost a thousand times. He remained quiet again, unsure of how to reply to your instantaneous combustion; a briefly-lived feeling of worry that he'd add more fuel to the fire.

He couldn't reveal the reason to you. He'd given Dumbledore his word that he would not speak of Lupin's condition. In fact, Snape had doubted Dumbledore's usually-wise judgement when he mentioned that he'd hired Lupin. The Potions Master thought the Headmaster had gone mad for openly inviting a werewolf into Hogwarts, let alone allowing him to teach classes full of children. And then, he'd found himself roped into producing the Wolfsbane potion so Lupin could keep his wretched condition of Lycanthropy at bay. Snape still doubted the whole idea. He knew it was doomed from the very beginning. Balancing the safety of Hogwarts on the constant, perfect production of a potion and the hope that Lupin was competent enough to remember to take it each day of the preceding week of a full moon?

Doomed, Snape thought.

Despite your best efforts of attempting to force the answer out of Snape, he knew you'd figure it out sooner or later once you noticed which ingredients he'd be borrowing from you. He had faith that you were smart enough to work it out. So, he stood straighter in front of you, wordlessly giving you his answer as he turned around to walk away from you.

No.

"A warm, warm welcome back to you all!" Dumbledore's raspy voice boomed through the Great Hall, the applause from students and staff alike to quickly quietening down. You were seated comfortably between McGonagall and Hagrid, and it felt awfully similar to last year. Just a year ago, you had no idea what you were strapping yourself in for. "Before we indulge ourselves in this delectable feast, I'd like to welcome Professor RJ Lupin, who will be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said, turning around to gesture to Lupin with eccentric, wrinkly hands. The professor stood up goofily with anxiously-clasped hands, giving a grateful nod to the Hall as they applauded him. He caught your eye, and you sent him an encouraging smile, ignoring Snape's distasteful face beside Lupin.

"Good luck, professor! Now, our teacher for the Care of Magical Creatures for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be taken than none other than our own, Rubeus Hagrid!" The Headmaster announced as he spun around to gesture to the half-man-half-giant sat happily beside you, a genial smile spreading across the Dumbledore's face. Applause and whoops erupted in the Hall once more as Hagrid gave a short nod and a cheerful smile to the hooting crowd. You rolled your eyes and elbowed him, prompting him to stand up, his large belly shoving the table forwards with a sharp screech; a handful of glass goblets falling over and smashing. McGonagall looked up at the newly-appointed professor rather disappointedly before eyes her goblet that now laid shattered before her.

"Finally, on a more describing note, at the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will until further notice play host to the dementors of Azkaban, until such a time Sirius Black is captured." Dumbledore said, a stern and serious tone taking place of his usual reserved one. Gods, how could you have forgotten? Mass murderer Sirius Black was still on the loose. Apparently the thought of Snape was enough to distract you from a highly important news article. And now, one of the most feared creatures of the Wizarding World was going to be lingering around Hogwarts? This was not what you signed up for. Your teeth started to chew against the inside of your bottom lip anxiously.

"Will they be on the school grounds?" You whispered to Minerva beside you, failing miserably at trying to hide the shaky fear within your voice. She instantly looked at you, smiling softly. You'd always had a phobia of dementors, and now the fact that they were going to be lurking around the school had put you on edge. Merlin, can this year get any worse?

"I'm not sure, my dear." Minerva replied to you quietly, subtly noticing the fear swimming in your eyes. The older witch placed a hand upon yours in an attempt to soothe your anxiety. "There's nothing to worry about, I assure you." You merely nodded at her, unbelieving. Nothing to worry about, sure. It's not like some savage, minacious murderer is on the loose.

"The dementors willl be stationed at every entrance to the grounds." There goes your sanity. "Now, whilst I've been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities, a word of caution: dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt, and the one who gets in their way." You hated the way that Dumbledore spoke of the dementors, and it hardly settled your trembling and anxious mind. No, in fact, it bloody well worsened it. The old man was basically saying if you get in their way, it's a death sentence. They have no sense to decide whether you're a threat or not, or they just don't care.

Either way, you were screwed. You could not produce a Patronus charm, let alone a corporeal one, and it was something that played on your mind a lot. You could never find the right memory to do so. Every happy memory you flicked through in your mind, it just wasn't happy enough. So, if you came into contact with a dementor, you were, let's say, royally fucked. Was your life that sad?

"Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you, give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving. But, you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light." The Headmaster finished with a cryptic riddle, making you sigh a little heavier than expected, catching an intrigued look from Hagrid. Sorry, but what the fuck does that even mean, Dumbledore? You were well aware that Dumbledore was undoubtedly an ingenious and powerful wizard, but sometimes, the things that came out of his mouth just sounded like nonsense. Maybe he just said those random things to keep up his mysterious act.

As you looked up from the nervous, fidgeting fingers in your lap, your eyes locked with that same pair of black, emotionless ones that were staring so deeply into yours just last night. Immediately, you looked away, your cheeks flushing red out of embarrassment, and perhaps, suppressed affection. There was that weighty feeling of guilt again, finding your shoulders once more. Ben's smiling face materialised in your mind as you shut your eyes, attempting to rid yourself of the buzzing feeling that Snape had awakened within you. With just one look into his eyes, you were melting back into your old ways.

You heard the creaking of a chair shift beside you as a gentle mass poked your side. "A'right down there?" Hagrid questioned quietly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. You were suddenly stiff in your seat.

"Yeah, yeah, fine thanks, Hagrid." You cleared your throat, avoiding those two addicting pools of inky-black.

"Hmm." Hagrid hummed beside you, obviously skeptical about your curt response. He let his eyes flick to where you were previously looking, his stomach sinking as he spotted the broody cause of your sudden mood change. Hagrid didn't bother pressing you for answers, he knew you had enough on your plate, and he would rather you come to him. The last time you spoke about your problems regarding Snape, you were in tears, or you would burst into tears, there wasn't really an inbetween.

Silently, you were thankful that the newly-appointed professor beside you chose to keep shtum.

As you glanced back to where Snape sat, he was completely avoiding your eyes too, however, as you continued looking over in his direction, the wave of a hand beside the Potions Master caught your eye. Flicking your gaze to the right, you noticed it was Lupin waving sheepishly at you, a kind smile tugging at his scarred lips. You returned his smile and waved back, turning to the professors beside you as he glanced away from you.

"Professor Lupin seems to be a kind soul." You commented outloud, a genial smile upon your lips. McGonagall glanced at you, eyeing your curiously.

"Yes," She agreed slowly, her eyes gently dissecting you. "Have you met before?"

"No, I just bumped into him a couple nights ago, by my door."

"Yer' door?" Hagrid repeated in an octave higher than usual, intrigued.

"He just happened to be there when I walked out." You frowned, wide eyes looking up at the gigantic man, trying to understand what he was insinuating.

"Right, right." Hagrid quickly said, almost awkwardly as his cheeks reddened a tad, averting his eyes from your suspicious ones. Minerva's lips quirked into a small, amused smirk as she glanced between you and Hagrid. "Well, this food looks delicious, ay?" He cleared his throat, raising his brows as he glanced down at your plates that were now burdened with a generous amount of steaming hot meat and vegetables. You couldn't help but laugh softly to yourself at Hagrid's awkwardness. It was sweet to you.

Before you let yourself indulge in the plate full of food in front of you, you dared to look in the direction of a certain gloomy individual. Snape had already begun to eat, which surprised you. He usually takes a few bites and retires to his office, but this time, he'd stayed. You frowned to yourself as you stared at him, observing the glum way he kept to himself, avoiding any kind of conversation. Once more, you found yourself yearning for him. And yet again, your heart and mind were telling you two different things.

"Isn't that a Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant, professor?" Came Neville Longbottom's curious voice, his inquisitive eyes dragging over the plant you held cautiously in your arms. A cheery smile graced your lips as you nodded at the boy.

"Yes, indeed it is, Mr Longbottom." You said proudly, inducing a thrilled smile from Neville. "Can anyone tell me what it's uses are?" You asked, glancing around your greenhouse at mostly confused faces. You had an inkling that none of them would know the answer, perhaps apart from Hermione or Neville, who you noticed seemed to excel in Herbology. Though, Hermione wasn't in your class this morning. So to you, it was all down to Neville.

"Stinksap, right?" Neville answered quickly, his bunny-like teeth sticking out from underneath his top lip as he stared at you, awaiting your reply.

"Correct, and what can we use stinksap for?" You questioned, your smile widening at Neville. A sense of accomplishment suddenly tickled your body - maybe your students were listening to you and learning. You were a little worried that you hadn't exactly made an impact on them. As you got lost in your fretting thoughts, a light voice you weren't familiar with caught your attention. You turned towards the dark-haired girl, her deep blue eyes lighting up with confidence as she retrieved you from the abyss that you unfortunately called your mind.

"Stinksap can be used in certain potions as it contains very good healing properties," Alisa Arumina spoke up, earning a tilt of your head. You nodded at her, encouraging the girl to continue. "However, you have to be extra cautious when handling such a plant as this one since it will squirt out rather rancid smelling sap. Hence the name, stinksap." She finished, a sheepish smile upon her lips. You grinned proudly at her.

"Yes, lovely! Ten points to Ravenclaw, Miss Arumina." You carefully placed the plant down upon the table you were all gathered around. Before you could continue on to explain how to care for it, a distraught sounding voice called from behind you, at the door to your greenhouse.

"Professor L/N," Madam Pomfrey called out, her voice shaky. Immediately, you spun around with a worried frown upon your face. She sighed. "There's been an accident, do you have any mature Mandrakes ready for use? A Wiggenweld potion is required at once." Madam Pomfrey's eyes looked afraid. This must be serious, what the hell happened? You thought as your heart began to anxiously pick up in pace.

"Err," You stumbled over your words, blinking quickly. "Yes, yes, of course. I'll have them delivered to you immediately." You nodded in a poor attempt to assure the terrified look upon Madam Pomfrey's face. It didn't work.

"I'm afraid Professor Snape has asked for you to go to him right away." She said regretfully. Of course he fucking did, you groaned inwardly. 

"Is it so hard for you to come and retrieve the Mandrakes yourself?" You demanded as you burst through Snape's classroom door, your irked eyes finding Snape's startled ones. Though, just as quickly as he had looked startled by your sudden entry to his room, he had returned back to his usual angry glare, shooting it directly at you.

"Is it so hard for you to knock before entering?" Snape grunted at you, rubbing his fingers in circles against his temples. He lifted a hand and patted the empty space on his desk beside him. "Place the mandrakes here." You scrunched up your nose at him in disgust,

"I'll put them there once you tell me what the hell is going on."

"Your dear friend, Professor Rubeus Hagrid, thought it wise to introduce the children to a hippogriff on their first lesson together." Snape sneered as he rose from his desk in a slow and intimidating manner, his hands splayed out across the deeply grooved, dark wood surface. "I knew he was an oaf, but I at least thought he had retained some form ofhuman intelligence. Perhaps even common sense!" He exclaimed, his brows glued together in fury. Your brows mirrored his own as he insulted your friend. "A student was injured, Professor L/N, a student of my house." Ah, so that's why he's so upset. "Draco Malfoy." Riiight, it's adding up now, you thought, your anger simmering down slightly at the utterance of a student being injured.

You knew Hagrid wasn't incompetent, he was smart enough to not put students in the way of danger, but maybe this was a very big mistake. Perhaps he was too... eager. A hippogriff is a highly dangerous animal, especially if the students are not taught how to approach one beforehand. A strained sigh left your nostrils as you clenched your jaw, averting your eyes from a fuming Snape.

"Is he alright?" You asked, hesitating. "Hopefully he didn't lose a limb..." You muttered whilst perching yourself down upon a stool to your right.

"By the grace of the gods, Malfoy's arm was merely scratched," Snape seethed, clearly still very angry. Maybe it'd be best if you just left now, you did leave your class unsupervised for this visit. The thought of being a hypocrite niggled at your mind as you thought back to the time you'd chastised Lockhart for doing the same thing. But, this wasn't the same thing right? This was urgent, his was... whatever, you're better than that babbling, bumbling baboon anyway.

"So, it wasn't even a big injury...?" You repeated, frowning. "A little... scratch and you're almost losing your hair over it?"

"I think you're missing the point, Professor L/N, as always," Snape scoffed at you, earning a resentful glare from your eyes. "Hagrid has proved himself to be incapable of handling a class safely. I mean, a student injured and sent to the hospital on the very first lesson? Seems like a bad omen, if I do say so myself."

"Oh, please, Snape," A frustrated, heavy sigh left your nostrils again as you glanced to the side. "It's his first day!" You laughed incredulously, defending your friend. Sure, Hagrid might have misjudged this lesson by a smidge, however, you knew he would never put students in harms way.

"His first day, and his incompetency has resulted in injury!" Snape replied bitterly. He clearly didn't like Hagrid, and it was very obvious. He only ever spoke bad about the man, and it angered you. Hagrid was more than just an... 'oaf'. "Those... beasts... should have never been allowed at Hogwarts, regardless." Snape's nose crinkled in disgust.

"Give him the benefit of the doubt!" You cried out at Snape hopelessly. "And Buckbeak is a perfectly good hippogriff, you have no idea what you're talking about."

"How would you know that?" Snape's lips curled up into a distasteful sneer once again. Your cheeks ran hot as rage boiled beneath them at his comment.

"Because I know Buckbeak, Snape," You seethed at him with your fists balled, "Buckbeak would never do such a thing unless he felt threatened or insulted!" A hand flew up to wipe at your face, your breathing becoming ragged and hopeless. As you glanced back at Snape, he paused for a moment, his lips curling into an amused, incredulous smirk at your words. He couldn't believe what had just fallen from your mouth. Did he hear you correctly? Were you truly so delusional?

"You 'know' Buckbeak? Don't be absurd, Y/N." Snape huffed at you, his eyes narrowing as the corners of his lips tugged downwards disdainfully. "Buckbeak is a wild creature, it is hopelessly foolish of you to believe you can understand, much less, tame one!" He said, strained, his knuckles turning white from the aggressive, vice-like grip he had on his desk.

"These creatures are deeper than you think, Snape," you frowned, eyes stormy and reckless, unknowingly searching for trouble. His long fingers flew up to massage the bridge of his nose, clearly growing more fed up by the second. "Perhaps you'd understand if you had a heart within that empty chest of yours." A curt, exasperated sigh tore from your nostrils. Though, before you could take back your words, a blanket of regret wrapped itself around your seething body, your once-stormy eyes widening a tad as the realisation of what you had just uttered began to seep in. The sudden silence in the room was unbearably thick.

Snape's eyebrow twitched as he raised his head. Slowly, he fixed you with a dark, scrutinising gaze, rendering you speechless. Your body froze. "Bold, today, are we?" Snape's deep, stinging voice cut through the quietness like razors, reaching your ears like a thousand sharp pins.

You didn't answer him, fearing you might provoke him further. You'd never seen him like this. Dark, unnerved, fervent. It was terrifying to you. Perhaps you did cross the line. Gods, what had you done? Couldn't you have just brought the Mandrakes and sodded off? Jesus.

Snape marched towards you without a word, his cloak billowing out behind him like a flag. You couldn't help but notice the fury emanating from every single inch of his body, prompting your cheeks to flare up in a wild, raging blush. You had no time to defend yourself from Snape's long, cold and slender fingers as they clutched your jaw in force, shooting a frightening yet delicious shiver down your spine. A soft surprised gasp escaped your throat as he pushed you off of the stool you were sat on, a loud bang breaking through the silence as it clattered to the floor. Your back was instantaneously pressed against the table behind you as Snape shoved your backwards from the hold of your jaw, your eyes pooling with sudden panic as his fingers tightened against your skin, bound to leave marks. Fearfully, the palms of your hands flew to steady yourself against the edge of the table he'd rammed you against; your back arched painfully as he leaned right into your face, a spine-chilling scowl adopting his features.

The two of you were mere inches away from each other. Snape bared his teeth at you in a sneer, almost like he was revolted by your presence. He let his thumb slip upwards from your chin to the skin just beneath your bottom lip, pressing it against your teeth. Your eyes were forced to stare into his, his ones cold and penetrating in a way that only Snape's could be. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears that at this point that you were afraid you'd go deaf. 

Both of your chests heaved laboriously, leaning against one another, like you'd just sprinted for a mile without stopping for a break. As you stared into Snape's threatening eyes, you felt your body numb, his signature scent of sweet wine, books and smoke invading your nose like it was nothing. Against your will, your body welcomed it and you felt yourself relapsing from the addicting smell. With wild eyes locked together, you saw something else swimming in his wicked, black eyes. They almost looked pained, helpless, maybe even like they were... yearning? Your eyes flicked over his face gradually, slowly drinking him in. Whilst the two of you stared at each other, trapped between one another's body, a fluttering sensation slowly materialised in your gut, prompting your eyes to fall to Snape's angry, quivering lips. The undeniable urge to press your lips against his own was scratching at you like a desperate caged animal. You inhaled sharply and blinked, averting your hungry eyes back to his own, distracting yourself from such thoughts. Again, you found yourself lost in him.

Before you even had a chance to look deeper, Snape's bone-chilling voice tore you from your thoughts. You felt as if he'd noticed you spotting something deeper lingering within him.

"Get. Out." Snape spat, roughly releasing you from his grip, your hand flying up to soothe your aching jaw. You stood there, your arched back and splayed out hands against the edge of the wooden table, flabbergasted. Snape stalked back to his desk acting like the previous minute did not just happen. For once, you obliged and stood up straight, your feet immediately rushing forwards to carry yourself out of Snape's classroom in absolute silence, face blank with shock. As you shut the door behind you, you paused in your footsteps for a moment, eyes locked absentmindedly on the cobblestone ground in front of you.

What the fuck had just happened? Can the two of you no longer have normal interactions? You always have to be at each other's throats each time?

Your fingers lifted up to your face and traced where Snape's fingertips had been pressed into the skin on your jaw, a dull soreness emitting from the area as you touched it. That's definitely going to leave a mark.

Fuck.

You just hoped Ben didn't visit you for another week or so. There was absolutely no way you could explain this without it seeming super fucking suspicious. Oh jeez, Ben. How were you meant to face him when you'd just been on the verge of kissing Snape? It was just in the heat of the moment, obviously... Was it? Did he feel it too? No, of course he didn't, he looked like he wanted to kill you.

A frustrated groan bubbled in your throat as you stomped away from Snape's classroom door, heading back to your class.

Merlin, were you fucked.

Part 9!

hey guys.... i hope you enjoyed this part, i apologise again for how long it took me omfg. i'm ashamed. :( i just couldn't get the creative juices flowing, then i got covid (which im still battling). like bruh give me a BREAK PLEASE.

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[wickedwitchkiller]

GHOST AGATHA

I wrote this as a starter for a Discord, but I'm tickled by the idea of ghost Agatha playing right into haunting movie tropes and being her campy bitchy self, and it works as mini fic as well. Of course, Rios are welcome to use it as a starter if you're so inclined.

The Woods Outside Salem, August, 2028

There was a lot to learn about being a ghost.

Really, Agatha didn't mind that part. She'd always been hungry for knowledge and reveled in the development of new skills, but there was something frustrating about being set all the way back to square one. It was like being a child again, hands devoid of that radiant power that had become more natural to her than her own limbs. She really didn't appreciate how much she'd relied on her purple for basically everything until it was gone.

Not that ghosts were completely powerless. She could fly, of course. Become invisible. Pass through whatever she wished. She could possess people, which took effort but was deeply amusing. She had a surprisingly adept amount of control over electricity, fire, wind and temperature, all of which was unexpected. And deep, deep down in the soul of her, sometimes she thought she could still feel flickers of her power. It shouldn't be so. After death a witch should no longer command their powers. But still...she was convinced if she just tried hard enough it would be there. Perhaps her mother was right and the wicked power she possessed did corrupt her down to her very immortal soul. She hoped so. It gave her hope that one day she'd get her purple back.

She'd been taking some time away from mortals, time to study and train and reach deep inside of her for that whisper of power and try to tease it back to the surface. The place shed chosen to do so couldn't have been more fitting. It was a crumbling 16th century cabin, abandoned miles deep in the woods outside of Salem.

It had been her home once.

An old trappers cabin that she'd lived in after she killed her coven. First alone, then with Rio, then with their son. She occasionally went back, using the place as a sort of refuge from society throughout the years. The building was nearly crumbling, barely held together by Agatha's magical repairs over the years, but it served well enough for her purposes. After all a ghost didn't need warmth or light or comfort. She needed solitude.

Not that it seemed she was going to get it today.

There was a young couple out hiking. A waifish little thing and her brutish braggart of a boyfriend, and they strayed much further from the path than they should. They'd come across her little cabin, and, thinking it an abandoned old building, they'd let themselves inside, with flashlights and giggles, ogling her antiques and keepsakes and putting their dirty hands all over her things. And, just to piss her off, pausing every few minutes to kiss against every surface. There was a lot of things Agatha was willing to tolerate, but heterosexual behavior in her home? That wasn't one of them. She was just swooping down from the loft to scare the couple away when she paused.

The man was doing something.

He was pouring something into the girl's water bottle while her back was turned. And Agatha hadn't been born yesterday. She knew rohypnol when she saw it. Hell, she'd been on the receiving end of that particular concoction back when it was invented.

She chuckled fondly at the memory of the terrible things she'd done to the man who thought it was a good idea to roofie Agatha Fucking Harkness.

Well now she couldn't, in good consciousness, scare the two of them off together. Yes, the little girl was an annoying thing with a twittery voice and terrible taste in hot pink hiking gear, but she didn't deserve what Agatha knew damn well followed a dose of rohypnol. No one did. Plans had changed. It was time to test a pet theory she'd been working on. Time to see if, when she was borrowing a body, she could still summon her power.

Without revealing herself to the couple, she slipped up behind the young girl, and forced her way into her body.

It took a moment for her to adjust to the grounded sensation of being in a body again. It always did when she possessed people. One forgot just how heavy blood and bones and organs were until you were wearing them, but fortunately the girl was an easy thing to possess, weak willed and didn't put up much of a fight. Agatha had her overwhelmed and back to looking normal by the time her boyfriend turned back to her and offered her the water bottle.

"Thanks sweetie!" Agatha tried to chirp in her best impression of a straight girl on a date. The boyfriend raised an eyebrow at her. Well it must not have been a good impression. She'd never been good at summoning artificial enthusiasm for men. So sue her. Anyway the man didn't seem too interested in anything other than the water bottle in her hand so she raised it to the girls lips, watching him watching her as she moved to take a sip. Then stopped.

And put the bottle down on the table.

His frustration was palpable.

She flounced to the other side of the room in the girls body, letting him pick up the drugged water and follow, putting it back into her hand as she spoke.

"You know what I bet this place is?" She twittered in the girl's voice, bouncing off down the hallway. This girl's body had really bouncy tits, she noted, and the pink sports bra wasn't doing anything to keep them in check. The man followed her deeper into the dark of the house, still watching the water bottle with visible tension.

"I bet this is a witches cabin, from one of those Salem witches? I wonder if it's haunted?"

Agatha in the girl's body made as if to sip from the water bottle again, but stopped. The man nearly groaned in frustration. She led him further into the house, to the room at the very back.

"You know what those witches used to do? They used to kill men and take their souls. They used to lure men out in the woods all by themselves. Promising them sex or money or something. Bad men. Men who'd hurt them or their friends...."

The story was not true. The Salem witches had never done anything like that. She and Rio had a few times, for a laugh, but still. The story fit her aims. Now she led the man into the room that used to be her workshop, her potions room, her dark altar where she'd practiced the analog bit of her craft. Even after all these years, it was still strewn with arcane texts, half rotted potions, bones, the withered dried remains of Rio's plants. It was, in a word, creepy, and he looked uncomfortable as he entered. Still, she led him right to the center of the room where she stopped, and finally drank from the water bottle.

He moved towards her, eager to catch her as the drug took effect. But Agatha wasn't an idiot. She hadn't swallowed. And when the man got too close to the girl's body she was piloting, she grinned a manic, too wide grin and spat the water back out in his face.

"Men Just LIKE YOU!" She roared, forcing a demonic cackle out of the body's lips. The man screamed. She flexed her haunting powers and slammed the door shut, trapping them in the room together. Now she spoke with her natural voice, which sounded strange from the tiny woman's body.

"I know what you were going to do. And I will have no mercy on you." She hissed.

He staggered backwards away from her, tripped on an uneven floor board and fell to the ground, whimpering and cowering.

Pathetic.

God this was fun.

"Please." He begged. "Don't hurt me!"

Agatha threw back her head and laughed. This woman's thin blonde hair was much less FUN to toss than her own wild mane had been, but damn she'd forgotten how GOOD a body could feel. She leaned down over him at an unnatural angle and spat a simple word in his face.

"No."

Now it was time for the experiment. Could she use this stolen human body to give her access to her lost human powers? She closed her eyes, and felt deep down into the flesh for where her purple used to hide. It was buried deep, under rushing blood and solid bones, somewhere between the heartbeats, she felt it. Her purple. Entangled in her very soul. Her precious power. Carefully, she teased it out, running it's lines along veins and arteries, weaving it into the flesh it needed to operate.

She held out one of the girl's tiny manicured hands.

At first, it was only a spark, but then it flared to life. Her power.

Her purple.

With a noise of pure joy, she blasted the man, letting the power flow through the stolen flesh and illuminate her very being. Oh by the triple goddess it was the sweetest feeling in the world.

And then he was dead.

And, as if the power was somehow too much for the woman's body to handle, Agatha found her spirit abruptly ejected from the flesh. Her incorporeal ghostly form was flung to the far side of the room, and the girl was once again in charge of her own body. She blinked at Agatha in confusion, finally able to see the ghost that had been possessing her body until a moment ago. Then she looked down at the corpse and screamed.

God that was an annoying sound.

"He's dead!" She cried out. Agatha rolled her ghostly eyes.

"Duh."

Tears welled up in the girls eyes.

"You're dead!" She whimpered, pointing at Agatha.

"Observant one, you are." Agatha shot back, crossing her arms impatiently.

"Why?" The girl was near to tears now.

"Uhm....because he roofied you and meant to use my house to rape you and there's only enough room in this haunt for one vengeful bitch?" She snapped back.

The girl screamed again and ran, out of the room, down the hall, and straight out the front door, leaving it swinging open on his hinges as she sprinted into the evening, never to return.

"You're welcome!" Agatha called after the ungrateful brat, and slammed her own front door shut before going back to examine her kill.

She'd done it. She'd used her old power by possessing a human body! That meant there was a chance she'd be able to touch the one thing she missed more than her own life one more time! She couldn't help a laugh and a twirl of utter glee.

Then she felt something in the air shift. Something tingly and familiar that would have made her heartbeat quicken in her chest and her skin prickle up if she still had a heart to beat or skin to prick. Something approached. Something magic. Big, deep old magic.

Familiar magic.

She heard the front door open.

Agatha made herself invisible and hid in the shadows of the corner of the room, behind a bay of Rio's long dead plants... at least they used to be dead. Before her very eyes, the vines began to swell, to writhe, to turn green again after centuries of abandonment. Agatha's nonexistent heart dropped into her non-existent stomach as she realized what she'd done. When she'd killed that man, she'd summoned death to this very place.

Death. Her ex. Rio.

It was her footsteps now walking slowly down the hall, through the abandoned remains of a place that had once been their home in happier times. Agatha slunk even deeper into the shadows, staying out of Deaths sight as the door creaked open in the fading twilight and she saw death, her beautiful lady Death, stalk the wreckage of their home once more.

[evilcarmona]

Fem!Sokka AU

So, I thought a little about this AU.

(For starters, I don't speak english, so, well.. ehe)

To begin with, she is at least 19-20 years old. I would like to make her older, because I like to draw beautiful adult women, but then the plot will not work. The age of all older ATLA teenagers has been raised. The age of the younger ones does not change.

The story is the same. Initially, Sokka is a man. He probably remained the only boy in the tribe for longer. This may affect Katara, as he has been her parent figure for longer than in the canon. In general, I believe in Sokka's parental vibes.

He's also a little more mature. Responsible, strong. But still a sexist. Father said that he was the only warrior of the tribe. Then he left them and went away with other men for many years. It couldn't end well. On the other hand, living among women affects Sokka more than he thinks.

So, about after Kiyoshi Island, gaang stops at the shrine of a female warrior. This is not Kyoshi, because I don't want Aang to feel that he is indirectly to blame for the situation. In general, Sokka offends the spirit with some kind of sexist comment. The Spirit takes revenge and curses him. Sokka falls into a magic pond. Poof! He's a woman. Aang has talked to the spirit, and the spirit is ready to cast spells on the water in the pond again. But she won't do it for two years. Lol

So, Sokka can only put up with it. Saving the world is more important than a little curse. Somewhere in the background, Zuko is trying to figure out where gaang took this beautiful woman and where they put that beautiful man. Really, where did he go? (Uncle Iroh is very funny)

The fact is that during the journey, Sokka realizes that he actually feels good. He likes it. In addition, he likes to be beautiful and do hairstyles.

Besides, becoming a woman, he feels the injustice of the situation at the north Pole more acutely. Sokka understands that putting someone in a frame because of gender is unfair. He and Yue become friends. Sokka kicks Khann's ass. And he also kills Zhao before the disaster with the Moon happens. Yue deserves to live.

In the future, Sokka thinks a lot. He supports his sister and Toph more than anyone. In fact, he used to have his father's vibes. Now it's the mother's vibes. Vibes of the coolest mom in the world. She can cut off the offenders' heads with a halberd. Literally.

In fact, I have nothing to justify the halberd with. I love halberds as much as I love women in sexy dresses. A lady may have small hobbies)

Okay, maybe Sokka decided to explore more weapons. She loves her boomerang, but does not refuse to develop like a warrior. Halberd is clearly defeating bending, haha. Maybe Sokka will be given some cool nickname on the battlefield. The Moon Witch? Heh

(Somewhere far away, Hakoda and the South Pole fleet are wondering what kind of Moon Witch is this? They will be surprised)

Perhaps before they meet after Ba Sing Se, Hakoda meets someone who has met the gaang before. Someone: You have two wonderful daughters! Hakoda: What?

So Zuko comes to gaang and asks where the boy has gone. The explanation was awkward because Zuko barely had time to accept that he was bi. What does it mean that the two people who make his heart beat faster are one person?

I forgot to tell you! Just because Sokka was bewitched by a spirit doesn't mean that Sokka trusts Aunt Wu! It's a matter of pride, lol

So two years go by, and you know what? Sokka does not ask the spirit to lift the curse. He's fine as it is.