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yeahspider · 3 months ago

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STEP THREE : THE RIDE

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a/n - my favorite chapter by far . had a good amount of find writing it . jeongin tho 👀 just kidding . or maybe not . hmm . n e ways enjoys beloveds ! (i promie jinnie is coming lets have patience)

You counted the amount of heads walking toward the car, four in total. You recognized all of them of course. Members of the town's most popular group. A friend group in which Hyunjin was an integral member. Yang Jeongin, Lee Minho, Han Jisung, and finally Seo Changbin. You breathed out a sigh of relief as they rounded the car. You were safe for now, and that's all you cared about. But this proved to be a whole other problem entirely. How to not embarrass yourself in front of your crush's friends. These were some of the most important people to him.

Your best friend's tone of annoyance brought you back to the present moment. And not to your surprise another problem. There weren't enough seats in her car for all of you. Someone would have to lap up. The obvious solution thanks to a helpful comment from Minho would be for her and Changbiin to lap up. But her best friend refused, keeping up appearances and all. And none of the guys wanted to lap up so that left you. With all their eyes on you, it was hard to say no. But they did leave you with the dignity to choose whose lap you would sit on.

Really it was only between Jisung and Jeongin both of whom you know to a certain degree. Sharing a few classes with them. In the end, you decided to go with Jeongin whose kind eyes and calm energy won you ever. Jisung let out a whine at your choice. Stating "he's a much better chair than anyone here" whatever that might means.

After loading up the car and making yourself as comfortable as you could in someone's lap you were off again. Traffic finally lets up as you make your way up the road. The ride was pleasant despite being a little cramped. Jeongin is the perfect gentleman below you. Popping into the conversation ever so often with a funny comment. Laughter ran rapid, even your best friend cracked a smile or two at the boy's playful teasing and banter. Your mind started drifting as it usually does. Is this how Hyunjin feels when he's surrounded by his friends? Does the laughter always flow this easily, with no awkward pauses or stretches of silence?

A pinch is felt on your thigh and you are met by the concerned eyes of Jeongin. The words "You good" silently left his lips. A brief nod from you was enough to appease him as he smiled and went back to gazing out the window. Once you dragged your eyes from his lips you were met with another smile from someone else. An up to no good smile from the one and only lee minho. You recognized this look, you've seen it from afar one too many times, you never thought you would be the subject of one of those looks though. A raised eyebrow is all he got from you. Which seemed to only encourage him to continue teasing.

Jisung saved you from whatever he was planning by asking you if you'd finished the English paper due next week. He wanted to know if you would agree to help him. Claiming he's as lost as someone looking at a map upside down". Which sent that car into a laughing fit. Despite the laughter you could tell he really wanted the help. Between the plea and his big round eyes, it was easy for you to say yes.

From the front, your friend passed a bottle of tequila to you per Minho's request. Before you had a chance to decline and pass the bottle, Minho suggested you go first, that same mischievous glint in his eye back from earlier. Encouraging everyone to chant your name. And you always found it hard to not perform in front of an audience. Feeling emboldened you tossed a wink in his direction before tossing a shot back. The car erupted into cheers. Receiving a high five of approval from Jisung. You felt liquor dribbling down your lips. Before you had the chance to wipe it off another hand beat you to it. Long fingers briefly brushing your lips, you turn to thank Jeongin to which he just smiles. The finger that touched your lips now between his own. Before you could ponder too long on that intimate interaction a ringtone coming from Changbin's phone grabs everyone's attention. Even your best friend peeks at his screen to see whose name flashes across. "It's just Hyunjin," he says to her more than anyone else. More cheers erupt in the car until he hushes them to answer the call.

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buckysgrace · 9 months ago

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okay hear me out pls, or u can ignore me forever…but what about gator comforting the reader (she’s 21 tho and in secret relationship with gator for months now) about her spring allergies causing her insomnia and her stuffy nose driving her insane all day but he takes care of her? maybe he makes her feel good even down there with his mouth bc he knows it helps her sleep hehe and she literally falls asleep but he’s gentle (bc she’s still sore from last night) while he eats her out and is holding his hand? <3 love ur writing sm, keep up ur work ^^

CW: Oral sex <3

Hope you enjoy!

“What’s wrong with you?” He questioned, watching the way you dramatically threw yourself back on the bed. You grumbled, your head pounding and nose stuffed full of tissues. You’d done nothing but suffer the past few days, unable to sleep and forced to live with the constant ringing behind your eyes.

“Allergies,” You whined as you held you hands out, watching the way he crossed your room slowly, “I feel terrible.” You grumbled as you blew your nose again, then tossed the tissues into the trash can. Your body was aching, sore from how your cold was affecting you.

“You look pretty funny too.” He commented teasingly, grinning as he looked down at you. You were surprised that he’d come by at all, knowing that there wasn’t much that you’d actually be able to do. You didn’t want him to deal with you coughing and sneezing anywhere either.

“Thanks,” You said dryly, but felt a smile forming against the corner of your lips, “I thought you couldn’t come by?” You watched as he shrugged his jacket off and sat it on one of your dressers. Spring had rolled around, but there was still a light dusting of snow still leftover from the last storm.

“I can always sneak away for you,” He grinned as he sat at the edge of your bed, brushing his fingers across your cheek, “You still can’t sleep?” He questioned you softer this time, sounding concerned as you rested your cheek against his palm.

“No,” You moaned pitifully before you sighed deeply, desperately feeling the need to fill your lungs with air, “I start to fall asleep but then I wake up to sneeze or cough or just because I can’t breathe.” You were truly in misery.

“Poor baby,” He mocked as he pouted his eyes out, his tongue condescending yet his eyes told a different story. They were soft, gentle and full of worry. It made you a little nervous as you crept deeper into your sheets, “What are we going to do to fix that?”

“Don’t know,” You said softly, smiling at the way he rubbed his thumb across your hip, “I’ve tried everything.” You drew out playfully, sighing deeply as you looked at him again. You really enjoyed the look that grew in his eyes, how sometimes you swore you could see just how much he cared for you. Even if he didn’t admit it yet.

“Everything?” He questioned as he tilted his head, raising his eyebrows like he knew more than you. You grinned in response, enjoying his little banter. He really did make you feel better, even without really trying.

“Mhm,” You nodded along, “Just about. I think I’m just forced to suffer.” You rested your hand on your head playfully, feigning dramatics as he chuckled softly. He shifted a little closer to you, beginning to move his legs underneath your own.

“Maybe I can help?” He suggested as he pulled the blankets off of you, making you shiver in response. You watched him curiously as he pulled your legs apart, settling between them.

“What have you got in mind?” You asked him curiously as you sat up on your elbows, doing your best to keep from sneezing everywhere. He pressed down on your hips slowly, making you settle back against the mattress.

“Just relax,” He mumbled as he looped his fingers through the band of your pajama pants. He slowly tugged them down your thighs, his eyes hazy as he drank in the image of your skin. You still felt nervous sometimes with how intensely he watched you, like he was memorizing every inch of you, “I’ll take good care of you, mama.” He promised sweetly, his lips curling into a smirk.

He dipped between your thighs dragging his lips against your smooth skin as he inhaled the scent of you. It made you quiver, goosebumps forming on your skin as he slowly pressed his mouth against your panties.

You breathed out slowly, your lungs filling with much needed air as he flicked his tongue out against your clothed cunt. You whimpered in response, your clit tingling with desire as he messily licked across your panties.

“Gator,” You whispered softly, moaning as your hips jerked in anticipation, “Please. Don’t tease me.” You begged softly as you brushed your fingers across the top of his head, knowing that he liked to have his hair played with despite his protests.

“Alright,” He mumbled as he placed a few more kisses against your panties, “Only because you don’t feel good.” He added, giving you a knowing look as he began to tug the material down your thighs. He kissed at one knee, bringing it up as he slowly slid one ankle out of them.

He dragged his lips teasingly across your cunt, flicking his tongue against your sensitive clit to make your hips jerk forward again. You sighed blissfully, your headache and stuffy nose forgotten as he dragged his tongue across your clit.

His mouth was warm and wet, sloppy as he curled his tongue through your folds. He licked away your slick, inhaling the taste of you as he gripped the back of your thighs. He squeezed softly, like he was trying to keep from digging his fingertips into your flesh.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you. You rolled your hips slowly, whimpering and whining as he began to languidly flick his tongue across your sensitive bud. Your toes curled in awe as moans rolled off of your tongue, filling the room in a loud melody.

He groaned against your cunt, his desperation evident by the way he continued to drag his mouth against your wet folds. He played with your clit, continuing to flick his tongue against it in the manner that you licked.

He spread your legs further, exposing you further to him as he moved his mouth downwards. He dragged his tongue across your hole, teasing you as he slowly slid his tongue inside of your spongy walls. You gasped as you stretched around him, inviting him inside as he licked at your cunt.

“Jesus, Gator,” You moaned as your fingers tangled into the back of his hair, tugging him closer as you began to rock your hips forward more frantically. His nose began to brush against your clit, digging into you as he curled his tongue deeper inside of you, “Oh my God!” You squealed, your lungs straining as the pleasure crashed over you.

Your clit was throbbing as he continued to flick his tongue inside of your walls, licking away your slick as his nose dug into your clit. Everything felt too good as you rocked yourself against his face, not caring how messy you made him.

The pleasure crashed over you, cracking inside of you as you came with a loud cry. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as you felt the waves rocking through your body. He whined from underneath you, his hips pressing into the mattress as he held onto your thighs tightly. It burnt a little bit, but in a good way. In a way you craved.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he slowly came up for air, but continued to kiss along your sensitive pussy. His eyes were glazed over as he met your gaze, his face coated in your slick, “Your little tang tastes so good for me. You’re such a good girl.” He praised, making your chest warm at the way he softly dragged his fingers up your thighs.

You settled back against the pillows, heart hammering roughly as he slowly took the courtesy of cleaning you up. You giggled softly, legs pulling together before he slid your panties and pants back over your legs. You watched as he leant over you, crowding you into the mattress as he brushed his thumb against your nose.

“I’ll warm you up some soup,” He suggested at last as he pulled his lips into the softest grin, “Then maybe you can repay me later.” He mumbled as he bent over to kiss the corners of your lips. You smiled at the idea, lucky that you had someone like him.

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buckychristwrites · 2 years ago

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About You | Day 6 | j.t.

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: Let me know what you think! :)

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“Fuck off!”

Though you hadn’t looked at the clock, you knew it was early, and it was definitely too early for your phone to be going off. When you opened your eyes, you noted that it was still dark outside. Not a single stream of light was coming from beyond the curtain. The light from your phone was blinding as you reached over, slamming your hand on the nightstand a few times before finally catching it in your grip.

The number wasn’t one saved in your phone. Your brain told you to ignore it and throw your phone down before going back to sleep. But something, you weren’t sure what, told you to pick up.

So you did.

“What?”

Just because you decided to answer, that didn’t mean you had to be nice about it.

A familiar laugh floated through the other end of the phone.

“Are you always this cranky in the mornin’?”

You glanced at the clock on your phone before bringing it back to your ear.

“I am when it’s almost 2 and I was just asleep.” You wanted to clobber him, and you felt that he should thank his lucky stars he wasn’t in front of you. “Jamie, it’s not even fucking morning yet.” He laughed again. How did it still sound so nice and magical, even this early in the morning? You cursed at yourself for the thought. Despite that, however, you still felt the anger in your chest lower.

You sat up, bringing your leg up to your chest and resting your chin on your knee.

“You saved my number,” You remarked. The sleep was heavy in your voice, but you wondered if he could hear your smile in it as well.

“You did give it to me.”

“You threw it on the floor.”

“It made its way back to me.” You turned your head so now your cheek was pressed into your knee.

“What can I do for you at 2 in the morning, Jamie Tartt?” Your mind went through a long list of the possibilities as your heart picked up in pace. It was unlikely that Jamie had called you this early just for a friendly chat.

“I have something to show ya,” He said, sounding a little urgent. “But we have to leave now.” You sat up straighter, feeling a little more awake. Was that excitement filling your chest? Of course fucking not, you were absolutely furious about the intrusion on your sleep. Complete anger. Not a single ounce of curiosity or excitement. None at all. Nope.

“Right now?” He didn’t miss a single beat.

“Right now.” When you didn’t answer right away, he spoke again. “I think it’s gonna help your article and all that.”

You looked around the room blankly, your brain still not having quite caught up with the time.

“Where are you?” You asked weakly as you began to climb out of bed. Somehow, you already knew the answer.

“Outside your place.” Sure enough, when you peaked out the window of your bedroom, you could just make out a figure below, right in front of the front door. Despite the confusion and the questions you had, you began to search for proper clothing. “Hurry up, yeah? We ain’t got all day.”

“It’s still not fucking day, Jamie. It’s the middle of the night.”

“You can be mad all you want, but I promise, you’ll like this.” As you pulled on a pair of leggings, at 0154 in the morning, you believed him.

With the speed you were able to muster up to get ready, you felt like you deserved an award. Feet dragging across the floor, you opened the door of the building to find Jamie beaming at you, his car parked on the road behind him. Before a word was said, he handed you a cup of what you could only assume was tea. It was a welcomed sight, and only made you slightly less angry at him.

“This better be good, Tartt,” You warned before taking a sip. “Not the tea.The tea is spectacular. I mean whatever you have to show me.” He nodded, raising his hands in innocence.

“I promise, it’s good,” He assured you. When you opened up your mouth to speak again, he immediately turned and jogged to the car.

“Less talkin’, more movin’,” He urged, gesturing towards the inside of the car. “We’re burnin’ moonlight here.” You flopped into the car, pulling the seatbelt across your lap and settling into the seat. Jamie shut the door behind you before running back to the driver’s side. In an instant, the car was taking off down the road.

“How far away is it?” You asked him.

“It’s a surprise.”

“This could be considered kidnapping, you know.” He snorted.

“I don’t recall tyin’ ya up and throwin’ ya in my car.” He took a sharp turn, throwing your body in his direction as he held steady, like nothing happened at all.

“Alright, you won’t be driving like that the whole drive, will you?” It came out more frustrated than you intended, but in your defence, you had only been awake for maybe 10 minutes at this point. Jamie looked at you with apologetic eyes.

“Sorry,” He said, an ease to his voice. “I’ll take it easy. Just for you.”

“Appreciated.”

You snuggled into your seat. Your body was turned so it was tucked into the left side, and you were more facing Jamie than the front. He had one hand on the wheel, the other tapping to the rhythm of the music on his radio.

“How long of a drive is it?” You asked him. He side eyed you before looking back at the road. You could see the indent in his cheek where he was biting it. The longer he went without answering, the more anxious you felt.

“A few hours,” He finally admitted. Your mouth dropped in surprise, your eyes suddenly feeling quite tired.

“A few hours?” You repeated in an exasperated voice. “Where the fuck are we going, Jamie?” Deep down, you knew asking again was a losing game. He simply shook his head, not saying another word.

You laid your head back against the seat and listened to the music. It was just the radio playing a song off the top 40 list, but it was something to focus on. Your eyes began to droop.

“You can take a nap if you want,” He told you in a soft voice. “We have time. I’ll watch for the potholes for ya.” He even turned the music down.

You watched him for a while, studying the way he mouthed along to each song, bobbing his head ever so slightly to the beat. He would occasionally switch how he held the steering wheel, going between the very top to the bottom towards the left. But he never used both hands. Just the left one. His phone was hidden in his pocket, and you could tell that he was the type to never text and drive with a passenger in the car (what he did while alone in the car was another story). He still sported the usual headband, which parted like curtains down the middle to reveal the windows that were his eyes. Though it was not a training day, he was still wearing a black hoodie and shorts as if he were going to train. Part of you wished you had your notebook. It was easier, in your opinion anyway, to describe something if you were able to write it down in front of you.

It was quite clear that he was holding to his promise, for roads that were so familiar to you by their wretched pave job alone were now the smoothest you’d ever experienced. Before long, you weren’t able to fight it, your eyes blinking closed and holding like that for a while.

It felt like seconds had passed before you came around again, but when you looked outside, despite the continued darkness from the sky, the surroundings had completely changed. The clock read a quarter to 4. You pushed yourself upwards slightly as you yawned heavily. Jamie looked over at you for a brief second.

“Alright, Sleepy?”

As you settled back into your seat, you exhaled deeply.

“Just surprised we made it this far with how you usually drive.”

He looked positively offended by this.

“I’ve been good! Drivin’ like a proper angel, in my opinion!” He kept looking back and forth quickly between you and the road. You lifted your hands in the air.

“Alright, alright,” You said calmly. “Even I’ll give credit when due. You’ve done a brilliant job.” He beamed, picking up his cup, which couldn’t possibly be holding anything warm anymore, and took a sip.

“What makes this place so special that you had to drag me out of bed in the dead of the night to go see it?” You asked him. He pondered your question for a moment.

“Technically, it’s two things we’re seein’,” He admitted. “But that’s all I can tell ya. So talk about somethin’ else, will ya?” You tapped your finger against your chin.

“Tell me something good about you.” His face scrunched up.

“Something good about me?” He repeated in a questioning tone. “Like what?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Anything.”

The words hung in the air as he was silent. A few times, he opened his mouth only to immediately close it once more.

“Football!” He exclaimed, looking pleased. “I’m good at football. Got ya.” To his dismay, you shook your head.

“Not something obvious, goofball. Something real.”

“Football is real.”

“You know what I mean.”

He sat on your question for a few minutes, the silence moving easy between the pair of you. You watched the silhouettes of the trees in the darkness as they raced by while waiting patiently.

“I’m super close with me mum.” Your head whirled towards him, a shocked look on your face. Between his parents, you’d only heard about his dad at this point. Turning in your seat, you pressed your right arm against the leather so you could face him completely, your legs curled beneath you. He stared out the windshield for a minute, before giving you a quick look. “Shocks a lot of people. I get it.”

“Tell me about her.” His expression was immediately filled with so much love, it was almost as if his mother was in the car right that moment.

“She’s… she’s everythin’,” He said, shaking his head. “She’s my number one fan. Always encouraged me when I was younger. Not like dad though.” He shook his head. “If I lost, she was never upset.” He paused, and you could tell by his eyes that the memories were all replaying in his head. “Win or lose, we’d get a treat after every match. And she always told me that she loves me regardless of how I play.” He looked at you earnestly. “Every goal I’ve ever scored and ever will score is for her.”

Something seemed to swell up in your chest as you looked at him, his words spinning through your brain. You had never considered Jamie having any sort of relationship with his mum, with what you knew of his father, but listening to how he described her made you feel some type of way.

“She’s still in Manchester, right?” You asked, forcing yourself out of your head. He nodded, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “Do you miss her?”

“Oh yeah,” He admitted. “I still talk to her every day. But it ain’t the same, now that I live in London.”

No, you couldn’t imagine it was.

“But you would still see your dad,” You commented. Eye roll commenced.

“When I played at Man City, he went to every single game,” He said. “Mum came when she could. But Dad was always there.” He sighed. “Now, he’s only at the games that we play against Man City.” He swallowed hard. “I know if she could, she’d be there every time. Rather it be her than him, if I’m honest. It’s hard sometimes.” You nodded.

Now you really wished you had your notepad. It just felt nicer to write things down. Settling on your phone, you opened the notepad app and began to type.

The way Tartt talks about his mum will make you side eye your own boyfriend/husband. It makes one imagine how he would describe a significant other.

You reread the words over and over, debating on taking the second sentence out entirely. Who’s the one imagining? The readers, of course. Not you.

Definitely not you.

“Tell me something good about you,” He countered. This was one thing you weren’t prepared for when it came down to Jamie Tartt. No one else that you had ever interviewed asked you questions or cared about your answers.

But no one else pulled you out of bed in the middle of the night to take you on a road trip to a mysterious destination, either.

“I hope to publish a book someday,” You informed him, slight hesitation in your voice. An impressed look filled his face.

“Alright,” He said, sounding as he looked. The genuinity of his voice was warming. “What would you write about?” That was the question that always killed the vibe for you.

“I haven’t decided yet,” You admitted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Need inspiration to strike.” He nodded, seeming to understand in his own way.

“It’ll come to ya,” He assured you. “You’re a smart and creative person, ain’t ya?.” A smile sprang on his lips. “When you release it, I better get a signed copy, yeah?” Swallowing the emotion that threatened to spill over, you shook your head.

“I’ll add you to the very long list of people. Let’s hope I have enough to get one for you.”

He shot you a playful glare. “You better!”

In a blink, the car was pulling into a car park. You squinted your eyes in an attempt to study your surroundings. Mostly, it was just trees, but it felt impossible to see them. Jamie hopped out of the car, immediately heading to the trunk. A football was in his hands when you were closing the passenger side door.

“So… you’re gonna murder me with a football, then?”

He rolled his eyes, saying nothing as he began to walk in the opposite direction. You walked quickly to catch up with him in an effort to stay close. It was almost 5 in the morning, and you were in a place you did not recognize. Staying close to the professional athlete who seemed to know where he was going was for the best.

The pavement of the car park was replaced with what could only be grass, easily mushed down by the dew that covered each blade. Jamie suddenly stopped.

“Alright,” He said as he turned to face you. “Just wait here, yeah?” As confused as ever, you nodded. He ran off, practically skipping as he disappeared in the darkness. You crossed your arms tightly across your torso. With every second that he was gone, you grew more and more anxious.

The surrounding lights burst on, making you throw your hands up to protect your poor, delicate eyes. It took another few seconds to adjust, but once you did, you looked around.

“Welcome to me second childhood home,” Jamie announced, his hands outstretched to either side.

It was a football pitch.

Much smaller than Richmond’s, you could only assume it was for amateur footballers, or childrens’ leagues. It was surrounded by trees and greenery. Jamie stood in the very middle of the pitch, watching you intensely for your reaction. You finally met his eyes again.

“The first ever pitch that I ever played football on,” He elaborated, looking around with great pride in his face. “We only lived a few roads away. I was here every day after class, kickin’ around.” He let out a longing sigh. “Never woulda thought it would bring me where I am now.”

You took a few careful steps forward, as if you were tainting it by your presence.

“Jamie…” You breathed. “This is lovely.” It was then that you noticed he had a blanket draped over his arm. He unfolded it and quickly laid it out in the grass. You took a few more steps forward as he flopped down on the ground. A smile was glued to his face as he placed his hand on the empty space next to him and patted it gently. You bit back a smile while you sat down.

“How did you know where the light box was?” You asked him.

“Had to figure it out to play at night,” He admitted, a hint of mischief in his voice. Hands folding in your lap, you stared at him.

“So this is the first thing you wanted to show me,” You said as he laid his head onto his shoulder. You mirrored him. “What’s the second thing?”

His eyes jumped to look behind you, before he raised a finger and pointed over your shoulder.

“That.”

When you turned, your heart swelled so much, you felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

Over the tops of the trees, the sunlight began to pour in. Pastel pinks and yellows filled the sky, ombreing into a bright periwinkle. The whole thing looked like a painting that one would see in an art museum. It had been a long time since you had actually seen a sunrise. It was incredibly breathtaking.

“Your favourite time of day,” You said wistfully.

“You told me I should see it more,” He reminded you, as if you had forgotten. “Figured I’d bring you along.”

You turned to face him. Why was it surprising to find that he was already looking at you? Why were you embarrassed? And incredibly overwhelmed?

“What’s the ball for?” You asked him, nodding towards the blue, read and yellow sphere that he had placed a few feet away. He let out a laugh, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“To play, obviously.”

Within minutes, he was running around the field, kicking the ball around while you took pictures of him. It was hardly professional, but the stadium lighting made it look good enough for you. He kicked the ball towards you, an inviting look on his face. It took a moment of you staring at it to understand what he wanted from you.

“Oh! No,” You said, shaking your head. “I don’t know how to play!” He blew a raspberry.

“If only there were a professional here to teach ya.”

The next thing you knew, you were standing in front of the net, the ball in front of you.

“Hit it with the side of your foot,” Jamie said from right behind you. He was so close that you could smell his cologne. A shudder ran through your body. You nodded as if this was something you did everyday. He took a step away from you, leaving a cold air in his wake, before beginning to clap. “Alright, give it a go.”

Inhale. Exhale. You hopped forward and kicked your foot out, missing the ball entirely and landing right on your arse. At first, Jamie looked at you with complete shock and concern. Then, the both of you exploded in laughter. Walking towards you while almost doubled over, Jamie weakly pulled you back to your feet.

“Alright,” He said when he finally calmed down. “Let’s try again.”

He showed you once more what to do with your feet and arms, and you even mirrored it back to him in practice. Once he approved, he stepped away once more. Another deep inhale followed by a deep exhale, you tried again.

This time, you did actually make contact, but the ball rocketed through the air and went well over the net. Jamie, the gentleman, ran after it while you watched in horror, your hands covering your mouth.

One.

Two.

Three more attempts were given, all of them complete failures. It was starting to make you feel a little embarrassed. Jamie was so patient with you, not making fun of you or trying to make you feel bad when he showed you again and again what to do.

“Maybe I’m just not a natural born talent like you are,” You told him. He shook his head.

“Just give it one more try,” He urged. “If you miss it, I won’t ever make you even look at another football again.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he seemed to register what he just said. “Right. I won’t make you touch one again.”

“That’s better.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to relax and channel your inner footballer. Who is your inner footballer, anyway? Was it Roy Kent, with his anger? Or Sam Obisayna, with his pureness? Or Dani Rojas, with his passion?

None of those, you decided. You already knew who to channel.

Without missing another beat, you threw your foot out again and kicked the ball. It soared over the green grass, hitting almost perfectly in the middle of the net.

“FUCK, I DID IT!” You screamed, throwing your hands in the air and shouting. Jamie did the same, the both of you running circles on the pitch, just like they would in a professional match. The wind was flying through your hair, your eyes squeezed shut. The both of you continued on like this for longer than what could be considered normal. The excitement was real, not an ounce of it for show.

Jamie came at you from the side, picking you up like a sack of potatoes and throwing you over his shoulder while he continued to run around the field. You couldn’t help but laugh as your legs kicked through the air.

It never occurred to you to be afraid that he would drop you. You somehow just knew you’d be safe in his arms.

He lowered you back to the ground, his smile the widest you had ever seen it, his expression filled with deep pride.

“You did it,” He said quietly.

“Thanks to you.”

Why do I keep looking at his mouth?

Is that him doing the same?

It was then that you realised that his hands were still on your hips. He seemed to have had the same realisation, for he immediately released you as if you had burnt him.

The sun had been out for a long while at this point. Now the pitch was incredibly bright, with the stadium lights still glaring down. Jamie sighed as he picked up the blanket off the ground.

“Guess we should head back,” He said.

“Didn’t get much of an interview from it,” You said, taking one last look at the pitch. When you arrived, it had just meant something to one of you. Now, it meant something to both. Jamie stopped walking.

“Oh fuck,” He said, wiping his eyes. “Do you wanna stay? I just thought you’d be tired from me wakin’ you up and all.” The guilt on his face was so apparent, you almost felt bad for saying anything at all. You quickly shook your head.

“No, it’s all right,” You assured him. “I’ll have plenty of time to chat.” When he gave you a confused look, your eyebrows hit your hairline. “Oh shit. I forgot to tell you.” He looked at you expectantly. You wondered if his heart was beating as fast as yours.

Why would it be?

“I decided to take another week for the article,” You informed him. “I think I just need a little more time.”

His tongue was pressed against the inside of his cheek as he smiled.

“That’s probably not a bad idea,” He said casually after a few seconds. “Just to iron out the details and all that. It’ll be good.” You nodded.

“Unless, of course, you think I’ve got everything I need?” He immediately shook his head.

“No, I think another week would be good,” He said. “There’s plenty of me left to show ya.” There was something in his tone, but you couldn’t place what it was. A breeze flew in, pushing his hair in front of his face. You stuffed your hands in your pockets to stop yourself from putting the strands back where they belonged. He didn’t appear to notice them.

“Good… good.”

The two of you walked to the car in silence. Jamie opened the door for you, and you climbed in with nothing but a shy smile to give to him. He gently shut the door before throwing the football and the blanket in the back seat and making his way to the driver’s side.

Something had shifted. You could feel it. Did Jamie feel it too? It was unclear. But you definitely did. What was it? You couldn’t say for sure. But something felt different now. It was in the air. It was in your lungs. It was in the way you couldn’t stop looking at him.

“Oh right,” He said after turning the car on. A stupid smile formed on his face as he reached into the back seat and pulled out a black cap with white lettering spelling out TARTT. His grin was absolutely shit eating as he put it on your head. “Got you this to wear to the match tomorrow. And I already told security to not let ya through unless you’re wearin’ it.” You rolled your eyes.

“What happens if I show up without it?” You asked him. He scoffed.

“Kill ya onsight, obviously.” You looked at him with wide eyes and a wider smile, causing him to fight the urge to break his straight face. “My instructions were clear.” You shook your head.

“I guess I’ll wear it then.”

He pulled the car out of the car park while still sporting the dopey grin. Tucked into the passenger side, you stared out the window. When you looked over at him, and felt your stomach flutter, it occurred to you just what that shift that you had felt was.

Fuck.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso fanfiction

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mr-markovic-rabbitfranky-studio · 1 month ago

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This is Marli the Sailor Boy, and here what my friend writing this line characters what is do. ^w^

Marli- a young cabin boy, quite cheerful and joking. He likes to work and help others. He listens to his elders and follows instructions (especially Chester's). When he grows up, he wants to become a sailor and conquer the expanses of the ocean.

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impatient and short-tempered. He's smart

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Marley-A kind, wise, lovely lady. She is a very

smart and strong woman, she has seen a lot in

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sunsrefuge · 2 years ago

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hi Del! Hope you're doing ok💞

*looks at the tags* This is your free space to tell more about liifa and eliana , anything you got in mind? Giveee 👀

suncrow!!! :D hello hello!!! I'm doing better than i was before; more moving stuff got settled and figured out so im a bit more relaxed now!! ^^ I hope you're doing okay too!! NOW FOR THE KIDDOS--

(added after writing this whole thing: it turns out that i had, uh. everything about them on my mind ♥)

The brief synopsis is that Liifa & Eliana are two of my most well-beloved kiddos!! They both have long backstories, and experience a lot of change over the course of the timeline!! Here's a quick preview before I get into more detailed stuff of theirs:

Liifa was born in 1067 AE, in Quora Sum, a bit before Primordus first stirred. He spent the first eleven years of his life entirely underground, trying to keep up with his peers. In truth, nothing seemed all that interesting to him for quite a while. He took an interest in arguably less practical things, like types of divination that one of his moms (Azzun) was into. His older half-sister Rylii was in school to become a doctor, and helped to nudge him in the direction of medical jobs as well, since they could help each other out. Still, nothing had properly interested him yet! Although his knack for healing became apparent early on in his new classes.

Eliana has an entire past life that she's unaware of, but for this life, she's the daughter of a Duchess of the Nightmare Court. At first, she desires to stay near her family, but eventually her efforts lead her into a bad situation that she runs away from. She leaves no word to her family about her survival, simply hoping that she'll see them again someday in the future. (Unknown to her, they assume she's been killed by her previous Duke*.) She now actively engages in a life of piracy and carelessness!! :D Which will be causing her problems later lol

[*Eliana's previous Duke depends on AU! In my AU with @forbiddenredjollyrancher, her previous Duke is Casworon. :3 in my personal, it's Idris, but I haven't figured out those details just yet!]

OKAY. Brief rundowns out of the way, so here's some beloved details about their story together!!

SO. First things first, they've met a few times, long before they properly meet! The first time is during Eliana & Kiera's sapling adventures. During their first year, they ventured out into Tyria to see all that it had to offer, and to tell their beloved mother Fenella about everything they saw and experienced. At some point, they run into Liifa while near the Durmand Priory! (He wasn't trying to steal artifacts again, I promi-) Ironically, they bug him for directions to Fort Trinity, to which he gives them sass because they're "obviously brand new saplings, who shouldn't be going anywhere near Orr." Eliana pouts at him but they part ways. They run into each other again at Fort Trinity, but Liifa doesn't get recognized due to his hood! He definitely clocks them though, and so does Ipos from the Binding. <<

Flash forward to the time of LWS2, toward the end of it, and Eliana's stuck in her horrible Court situation. Her previous Duke has handed her off to some fucking guy, and she's looking at anything and everything for a way out. Liifa now has the task of actively seeking her out, because Ipos has decided that "only that one will do" right now. So! During one of her late night outings to avoid her ""lovely Knight"", they run into each other yet again. This time, Liifa offers her the Binding - offering the promise of power, the promise that she can make her own way out using the magic from the book. She thinks nothing sinister of it, and accepts.

(Liifa has made his own deal with Ipos prior to this conversation: that, afterward, he will not remember this sweet but naive sylvari, so he doesn't have to wonder what becomes of her as time goes on. [Dude already had a small crush on her lol])

FROM THERE!! Eliana has a Bad Time :) She's got a demon in her ear and only the wind at her back, and she ends up becoming very paranoid and scared thanks to Ipos's influencing as time goes on. She ends up running away to Lion's Arch, and beginning to partake in piracy after a Pirate Captain recognizes the Binding on her hip. (Captain Evander Bleakmane, Tres's character! ♥) She joins his crew, and he kind of underhandedly attempts to help her keep her head on straight. She ends up flirting with his first mate, Ambrose Teeling ♥, a lot... Oopsie!! they're smooching now :3 Another oopsie, Ambrose tells her a lovely heartfelt "i love you" and she panics about it. but!! She promises that she'll return in the future,, at least to say hi, if nothing else is possible for them by then.

She ends up floating over to Captain Zell's crew; where she has a small affectionate fling with Prism Fadebrine, and meets Marchosias! A Wolf. A Normal, Regular Wolf. Definitely Not A Demon In Disguise. but!! Marchosias is a sweetboy and loves Eliana and helps her start to identify what is Ipos's influence and what is her own thought!! :D

[During all of this, Liifa is off mucking around and doing his silly little time-waster things. He actually starts to get more involved with Talia Reavefade's crime syndicate, and becomes an integral part of a Very Important Mission!!]

Eliana steals something from someone she shouldn't during one piracy outing, and gains the attention of Palawa Joko, because That Thing Is Rightfully His and whatnot!! :) She dips on Zell's crew, hoping to at least take the heat off of them - but also starts researching what she can on the Binding. She discovers that, throughout history, a lich has been carrying it. So maybe another lich is what she needs to disconnect from it ... she thinks it's a great idea to get captured! Maybe she can trade This Silly Trinket for some help! :)

it does not work that way. ♥ She gets captured, brought to Gandara, and Joko has a fun little conversation with her before deciding that she'd be of much better use to him, Awakened. Joko sees her connection to the Binding, and forces her to make a deal with the demons inside - to give up all of her memories in exchange for raw power. Joko's only trying to make a soldier out of her - a tool and nothing more. Ipos, in the Binding still, freaks the fuck out about this turn of events, and promptly drags Liifa halfway across Thyria and into the Binding, while Liifa's in the middle of that Very Important Mission. (That's a loose-end that'll haunt him later!!)

This is around when they properly meet! Liifa knows that he gave her the Binding, but doesn't remember any of his emotions around that point, or meeting her before that point. At first, they're very much at odds with each other. He is very annoyed and stressed out about all of this - seeing as he's in Joko's fucking house while there's still a bounty out on his head from the elder lich, AND !! this plant girl is so confidently stubborn that this will work out in the end!! he absolutely thinks that she's insane!!

but they talk! they get better acquainted with each other and start to work together despite their reservations. The truth is, she doesn't know what she's in store for in Gandara, and he's at least somewhat familiar with Joko's games and goals. She introduces herself as Flower because that's what Joko's been calling her, but something tells Liifa that that isn't her actual name. He leaves it be for now, though.

There's also the case of Alana; an ancient Sunspear hero who's now a lich, kind of living in Joko's house and giving him shit while they secretly feed the Sunspears information on the Mordant Crescent's movements, so they can continue to evade them. (Alana is the Hero of Nightfall in my personal AU, and simply a Nightfall companion for collab AU's!) They also tune in to help Flower, occasionally commenting on how they remember that "a Sunspear first carried that same book." Liifa keeps convincing himself that they aren't talking about him, but they are. That's its own whole thing.

And so!! Shenanigans ensue!! Flower only knows Liifa as a voice from the Binding for a while, since he risks exposure by hopping out of it at any point. so he doesn't! Eventually they figure out how to wrangle her memories back from Ipos, too. So Liifa then knows her as Eliana, although Joko continues to call her Flower aksjdnjdfh

ALSOOOO !!! here's a brief change of pace via a snippet from one of their writings together:

Eliana had a soft, pleasant smile, gently tilting her head to the side as she stared at him. Liifa uncertainly pinned one ear back, raising a brow in question. Her smile widened as she giggled. “Sorry for staring, I just think you’re pretty. I haven’t seen you before now.” His ears flicked up as he fumbled for words, awkwardly resting his left arm behind his back as he thought about his posture, how he must look at the moment- “Oh, right, ah… Well, as you can see, nothing like Ipos.” He joked, shrugging as he looked out the window. She giggled again, and Liifa felt something in his chest constrict. “Oh, of course! Absolutely nothing like that raven,” she chimed in, casually patting on the bed next to her. “Come on, you don’t have to stand all the way over there.”

(they're cute and i love them so much sdjhsdf)

once he's Out of the book once, it ends up happening more and more often. :> Only ever in the safety of Eliana's "room" in the palace, but still! She pesters him into snuggling with her some nights and he awkwardly obliges her. ^^ This definitely endears them both to each other a lot more!! They start to take little outings onto the roof, too, to look at the stars some nights! It's one of Eliana's favorite things to do while they're stuck there, trying to plan their future escape.

There is a point where, uh !! Eliana doesn't bring back the Commander's head for Joko, and he's furious about it because she Didn't Even Try. :) This part is very fun, because Liifa comes out of the Binding in full shroud because Joko's threatening to end her life for good. He doesn't appreciate that!! - The problem, is that Eliana's terrified for Liifa's safety. She,, very nicely asks him to just,, retreat to the Binding :') He hates this!!! ABSOLUTELY HATES THIS!!! but he does, only because he's thinking up a plan.

Smash cut to uh, Eliana's dead for a minute, Ipos is trying to steal her soul still, (and Liifa's,) and Liifa's trying to figure out how to bring someone back from the dead without accidentally tying their lifeforce to his and turning them into, essentially, his phylactery.

Even with everything in the Binding, he can't :') so! He sucks it up! and uhh!!!!!!! Revives her!!!!!! BUT THERE'S A WHOLE THING WITH THIS PART OKAY OKAY THIS PART IS SO IMPORTANT. THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME AND ABOUT THEM.

Liifa does his healing thing, and pulling for her lifeforce and whatnot, right?? right?? (jingle jangle jingle this is important i prommy) Instead of reaching the whole way to bring her back, Liifa only reaches halfway. This is something that he never exactly talked to her about - the possibility of her dying, and them getting out meaning that he would have to revive her and bind her to him in the same way that Joko's done to her. So he's hesitant. He doesn't like doing this. He only reaches halfway in order to give her a choice. (She's stuck in limbo due to Binding shenanigans, also. that might be an important detail to this too FHSJGKJF) So he only reaches out to her, he doesn't drag her along. Her whole life has pretty much been having every choice taken from her, or made for her. So someone else giving her a choice, and meaning it, is a very big deal for her!!

She reaches back, he brings her back; they're both exhausted and Liifa worries that he's made a huge mistake, but she reached out to him as well. That has to count for something. and it does!!

Bonus: i like to think that lich / phylactery bonds between people also means that they can feel each other's emotions! :D so i use this headcanon a lot lol. This unintentionally does wonders at bonding them closer together though!! (And as time goes on, they end up becoming one hell of a battle-couple because they just get so in-tune with each other!)

Eliana's coming back from the dead is very noticed, however, and Joko decides to let them have their little game, for now. She's still Awakened, and technically has the pull of two different liches going on now. (Liifa, again, hates this and tries to be as ambivalent as possible as to not unintentionally influence her on anything.) She still gains the title of The Desert Rose, forced into becoming Joko's righthand enforcer against any would-be upstarts.

Once the ending of Long Live the Lich comes around, she's forced to fight the Commander right before they can fight Joko. They're still placed in the throne room; and they cut her down once before Joko decides that he's going to join the fight. Making it a 2v1, not in favor of the Commander. ((debatably ofc! if it's an AU with someone else then there could be 2 Cmdrs in there or anything like that, i'm just working based off of my personal AU here!! ♥))

This is where Liifa sees an opening for a make-or-break plan. He takes his chances, leaping out of the Binding in full shroud, and immediately telling the Commander to focus on Joko; that he'll handle Eliana. (The Commander does not know who Eliana is lmao, but picks up that he's referring to The Desert Rose.) Liifa doesn't exactly fight her, but he does effectively talk her down as much as he can while Joko's distracted! :D

as we know Joko goes down, Aurene has a snackie -- they can finally leave!! Liifa kinda assumes that they'll part ways, but he also, just. Doesn't. Go Anywhere. not without Eliana at least! So they end up sticking together, and with the Commander's team for a minute, all the way up and through the end of Icebrood Saga!

they're gay the whole way through, though. They are ABSOLUTELY channeling that entire post about "not romantic, not platonic, but a secret third thing: so devoted that the lines blur." !!!! That's this entire stage !!!!

they're still at that stage to this day, but i have PLANS...

Eventually they will have more misadventures and get married and have a polycule!! ♥ BUT I'LL STOP HERE FOR RIGHT NOW. SINCE. UH. THIS IS ALREADY INCREDIBLY LONG !!! THERE'S TECHNICALLY A LOT MORE FOR THEM ALREADY AND A LOT MORE DETAILS BUT UH. YEA. THIS IS HELLA LONG. ♥

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !!!

SORRY THAT I THREW SO MUCH INFORMATION AT YOU IN RETURN THOUGH !!! DW ABOUT READING EVERYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW THIS IS A LOT... I LOVE U THO SUNCROW THANKIE FOR THE RAMBLE OPPORTUNITY <3 <3 <3

#SORRY IF THIS IS WAY WAY MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR BUT UH. HAVE THE MAJORITY OF THEIR STORYLINE TOGETHER !!!#also i typically reread posts to make sure they make sense before i post them. but. uh! my brain empty now ♥#if anything's confusing just let me know and i can elaborate tho!! :D #thank you so much for the ask !! <3 #My content #c:Liifa #c:Eliana of Dusk #i am NOT tagging everyone who appears in this because. holy fuck that's too many tags KJSHDKFNSD #sh:Temperance

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little-den · 2 years ago

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A Tumblr exclusive! A little not so little description of the angsty Au/Scenario i have for Gin (OLBA MC) because i needed to share it somewhere ✨

It revived the itch to write it thanks to this poem i found in Tiktok

and it started with the time that Twt mentioned some OL reset Aus and this song a lot of time ago

A bit of context hahaha

Well in the moment i started this Au it was popular the reset theory, and what if we replayed and Cove remembers and such, but What if it was MC?

Also while playing the game there is a lot of mentions that how a couple of decisions could make it where some characters would never met.

In all of that there is two talks i like to focus, first one is in the moment Happines where Cove take us to see a play and how the MC and him would try to find each other if they have another chance in life or end up in another world.

The second one is in the Wedding DLC, Cliff talks about how his luckiest card was to move to Sunset Bird. So this raised the question "What if he wasn't that lucky and chosen other place instead?"

Now with my MC:

Gin is a wedding photographer, one of the main reasons she choose this path is beacause she highly values memories and she belives that they are an important part of what makes a person.

Finally to the point:

It's the night of Cove and Gin's wedding day and she is reflecting about the day until she falls sleep. She wakes up and see that she is in her moms house and they look younger, she is 8 years old again.

Everything she lived was a dream? No, it can't be it felt so real to be just a dream, she can remember it so clearly.

She notices is the same date that Cove and Cliff moved to Sunset Bird. She can see them again especially Cove. She goes about her day doing the closest thing to what she did the first time, planning to recreate all those moments that they had together.

The afternoon arrives and she is so excited going home hoping to see them aging just to arrive to no one in her front of her house. She thought "Maybe i just mixed up the dates, after all it was 15 years ago for me", so she repeated the same rutine all the week, just to go back and still nothing, just the same for sale sign.

She started to get worried and thought what she could do having the promise to find each other if they had another chance in life in the back of her head, until she remembered "Cliff's shop", if she could convince her moms to take her there.

But this idea had a lot of problems, first give her moms a good reason to take her there, if she could accomplish that, maybe Cove wouldn't be there, is was rare that him tagged along the first years, then what would her tell to Cliff so it wasn't weird and allowed to meet him. Worse case scenario the shop wasn't there at all.

It took her years to convince her moms to go around the area, thanks to her don't wanting to tell them about her past life, what if they don't believe her or tell her that it was just a dream, she couldn't bear the possibilities.

But she confirmed the shop existed but shyness got the better of her and couldn't talk with Cliff. Her best shot was wait for a day that Cove was there.

The way she could go more often to the store, was thanks to Elizabeth, if one of her outings with her friends was around the area, Gin would tag along and stay in the docks and Elizabeth would pick her up when she was done. This cost her obviously all of her desserts for at least one year, a small price to see Cove again.

The excuse she always used was that she liked to see the boats at the dock. Which was credible since she had a time in the past where she only wore sailor suits and nautical theme stuff.

Until one summer day when she was 15, it finally happend she encountered Cove and better yet Derek too. Two friends at the same time!, she can keep her promi It was easy to know that Derek would be the first to approach her.

She was fast friends with Derek, but it was a lot harder to aproach Cove, he acted different from what she remembered, it was a lot colder in contrast the warm boy she knew. Also it didn't help her case that she was acting as if she knew them all of their life and too friendly, so similar to his first encounter with Baxter in the past life, thing that she didn't noticed.

Derek convinced Cove somehow to spend more time with Gin, her neighborhood was more close to the beach that the one Cove was currently living and had a lot of less people around. So they started going to Sunset Bird more often.

Last point Gin's Cove is warm and between studious and mixed, and after the reset is cold and sporty.

But it's wasn't the same, Cove attitude was diferrent, as if he wasn't exactly the same person she knew, in the overall was the same but her discomfort was in the little details, how reacted in some situations, some of his likes were different, etc...

There were moments that she lived with him in her past life and in this life but the outcome was most of the time not as she remembered and wanted. Maybe with some time she could feel different and ignore these details.

With time passing the feelings of both of them slowly changed, he started to fell in love with her. He was comfortable in her presence, he felt that she knew him quite well, that she was someone he was meant to meet.

But her feelings only got worse, her memories of this time and the past started clashing. He wasn't the same guy she grew up with, the one she started dating that summer when they were 13, the one she proposed to as soon as they could legally get married.

Although they were both so similar, they were not the same person. She believes that the moments that one lives in one's life mark them. Both of them were different and it is something that weighed on Gin's mind. Also she noticed how this Cove loved her.

She liked this Cove a lot, but not to the point to love him or even to be romantically interested in him. She loved the one that was her husband, so it was a bit more painful the fact that she could not reciprocate his feelings but it was at lost of what she could do.

That's all, i even started writing it in super detail in the past but i just left it, is just like the mini introduccion

Also as a treat another OL ansgty mini story i writed and shared in twt but not here

#our life #our life beginnings & always #cove holden #oc #Spotify

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snowball-doie · 4 months ago

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i absolutely adore jooha, bro is just so chill.

that being said, i also absolutely adore angst so could you please write a bit more about his parents finding out about the kids at school bullying him lmaooooo

*puts Jooha in my pocket* he’s just my lil guyyyyyy

“How was school today?” Johnny asked the kids while putting their dinners in front of them. Some of the boys were working late at the company, but Johnny, Doyoung, Yuta, and Jaehyun all made it home on time to have dinner with the family before they’d have to rush back for more rehearsals. “So good!” Reyna bragged excitedly. “I got an A on my math exam!” Johnny leaned over to kiss the top of Reyna’s head proudly, “I knew you’d pass. You spent all last night worrying for nothing.” “She spent all last night studying,” Ahri corrected.

“Jooha, how was your day?” Jae asked, stuffing his face full of food. Jooha shrugged, “It was okay.” “That’s it?” “Good? What does that mean?” “One of these days we’ll get a better answer than that.” Jooha just rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up his nose — Doyoung caught a glimpse of something suddenly. A reflection in Jooha’s glasses- A reflection off a scratch on one of the lenses. Okay, scratches happened……… But then when Jooha turned to reach for the salted bean sprouts, Doyoung noticed a bend in the frame. “What happened to your glasses?” he finally asked. Jooha shrugged, “Some kids in my class took them during lunch.”

The dining table went still.

Yuta’s chopsticks clattered against his bowl as he dropped everything, “What?” “I guess they thought it was funny. Didn’t matter, I wasn’t reading or anything, and the teacher made them give it back after lunch ended.” Doyoung grabbed Jooha’s shoulder and made him turn to face him so he could get a better look, “They broke your glasses.” “No they didn’t.” “Yes, they did! Look!” He pointed to the scratch and the bend, prompting his other dads to lean in— Yuta and Ahri were racing to call the school for an explanation as to how their son was bullied at school, his glasses broken, and all that was done was the teacher made the bullies return the glasses, WHICH WAS THE BARE MINIMUM. Doyoung didn’t fuck with bullying. He grew up being bullied… It nearly destroyed him- It ruined his childhood. How could Jooha not mention this earlier?? “How long has this been going on?” Jae asked worriedly. Jooha ate some of the bean sprouts, “The whole year. It doesn’t matter. They’re idiots who thrive off trying to get a reaction out of me, which they won’t.” Johnny was up and on his feet, going to find Ahri so that he could yell at the school too. “The whole year?!!!” Doyoung was livid. “Have they hurt you?” Jooha shook his head. Jae reached over to pinch Jooha’s chin so that he had to look in his eyes for the truth as he interrogated next, “What else have they done?” “They took some of my money eoma gives me for snacks after school while I’m waiting for Reyna to be done with her theater rehearsals.” “And?” “They put worms down the back of my shirt.” Doyoung swatted Jae’s hand away, “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” “‘Cause I don’t care.” “Well, we care. You can’t let kids run all over you, you need to stick up for yourself.” “Why?” “‘Cause— ‘Cause…….” “‘Cause your glasses are expensive, eoma and appa Doyoung already over-wash your school uniforms to get the dirt out, eoma’s money doesn’t just fall out of trees, and stupid kids should know when they’re being stupid and get in trouble for it,” Reyna said sternly. Jae and Doyoung nodded in agreement. Johnny, Ahri, and Yuta returned from shouting on the phone, and they sat back down “calmly”. Doyoung ran a hand over Jooha’s dark hair, “Tell us next time this happens, adeul. We’ll get you new glasses too— But you can’t let those boys take them anymore, got it?” “If they try, smack them,” Yuta said. “Don’t do that—“ Ahri warned worriedly. “Yeah, just kick them in the shins,” Reyna said. “Don’t do that either!!!” Doyoung ran his hand over Jooha’s hair again, “Promise me, adeul, you won’t let them pick on you anymore. We’re here to help you. I don’t care if you think it doesn’t matter. It does. To us. We just want to protect you, okay?” Jooha nodded, “Okay.” Everyone relaxed in their seats then slowly got back to their meals. “Can I get a new notebook?” Jooha asked casually, using a piece of seaweed to pick up a spicy rice ball Haechan made before he went to work in the afternoon. “Why?” Johnny asked. “Some of the boys threw mine in the mud the other day.” Chopsticks clattered again— Yuta grabbed the car keys, Jaehyun grabbed the school directory, Johnny was asking for names, and Ahri was already dialing the school again.

“Does this mean I can punch them if I see them?!!” Reyna called after her parents as they stormed out of the house. “Yes!” The boys replied. “No!!” Ahri yelled back. Doyoung just sighed and pinched Jooha’s cheek affectionately, “We’ll get you a new notebook when we get you new glasses.” “Thanks, appa.”

#op #ask #ahri thoughts #Johnny #Yuta #Jaehyun #Doyoung #Haechan #favorites

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kisslandua · 6 months ago

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letter to a love lost

tw : possible ed, body shaming,

it’s really a gruesome feeling to want to move on but you can’t forget the things that someone has said to you. every loving moment or every moment we’ve spent together feels like a lie now. after all i’ve done, all i tried, after everything i tried to be in order for you to love me. i tore myself apart limb by limb, down to my bones, waiting for you to want me naked. i can’t imagine that i was ever the one you wanted actually, was ever anything that you could’ve ever wanted. my skin feels disgusting, my mind just won’t leave it alone and i don’t remember the person i am sometimes. i pick apart at the way that the fat surrounds my shape, the way my breasts sit, the way i look in the mirror naked, the way i feel when i eat, i feel undeserving and uncomfortable. when you asked me if i wanted you to change or what did i imagine my husband’s physique as, would i accept you as you are, and i told you yes with my whole heart. i should’ve known. maybe it should’ve been a sign when you pointed out the way i was shaped the first time, you didn’t want me to work out for my health, you wanted me to be smaller. you didn’t like the way i looked and i should’ve known that with how your type was. you told me i was shaped like a pear & it was unattractive. you told me maybe i should get into the gym & people would actually feel attracted to me. you brought up our relationship in the bedroom, the way you couldn’t even look at me anymore. and i hate myself for it. i hate myself for the way i didn’t say anything, the way i just let you talk and let what you said just wash over. and i believed it, i let it sit in my mind and i feel disgusting now. that no amount of washing or scrubbing in the shower could take away. that maybe i should eat less, maybe i shouldn’t be eating at all, that everything that i’ve eaten is undeserved, that it doesn’t matter what i do. it will never be enough and i’ll never be enough, not for you, for anyone it seems. and i hate that it feels like you control me still. when you told me i shouldn’t wear certain clothes, i shouldn’t show too much skin, i shouldn’t be seeking attention. you told me i was good for nothing except spreading my legs and letting people take what they want & that what i told you didn’t happen. how could someone who loved me have ever opened up their mouth to say that to me ? even after i told you i’d delete pictures off of my social media , i’d stop wearing certain clothes if it would make you feel better, i wouldn’t even talk to certain people if that was what you wanted. i was willing to give everything away if it meant we could be together. i told you i would wait for you to get out of the military, i would write you letters, that i would do nothing but wait, even if i had to save money to come and visit you a few states away, even if i had to travel for days , anything to be with you. and i guess my desperation not only destroyed me but made me look like a fool to you. i was desperate to make you stay, for us to be together and it made me unattractive to you. someone so willing, someone so loving, someone so devoted even after everything you put them through still wasn’t enough for you. even after you cheated , even after you told me you would get me pregnant & leave me so no one else would ever want me, even after you told me that it shouldn’t matter the way i felt after you got caught and i confronted you and you talked me down. how getting to her house was just so much easier , how you guys would stay on the phone for hours, how you’d met her parents , how pretty she was, and i listened. i picked myself apart every fucking day, wondering what about me wasn’t enough that you could so easily change and do everything that she wanted. what was so different? why was i so difficult? what made me so unworthy of your love ? why did you lie and say you loved me when you knew your heart was in another place ? and i stayed , even after you promised to leave her, you didn’t even have the balls to ask me on a date, to actually ask me to be your girlfriend, and i still stuck around. silly me.

how could i have ever been so foolish? why did i let you do that to me ? i could have walked away for so long and i let my heart lead. no person in their right mind would ever deserve the way that you’ve treated me. no one should ever receive that type of “love” that you so claim. and even in the end when you left me , i still apologized, i still sat there and i waited, hoping that maybe you didn’t mean anything of what you said and just fucking maybe i would have done enough this time. and even now i can’t bring myself to hate you but it hurts so bad because i want to be able to. i want to be able to hurt you the way that you’ve hurt me but nothing in my right mind would ever allow me to. because maybe you don’t deserve it , maybe you don’t deserve the way you’ve talked to me. i hoped that you would heal, you would be able to find love with someone else even if it wasn’t me, even if we would never fucking talk again, i just wished the best for you everytime. and it hurts because why do i want that for someone who could never love me the way that i loved them? 7 long fucking years. 7 agonizing years of my life since i’ve known you, since i have been through this fucking circle back and forth, everytime it was me. hoping that maybe you would change, hoping that maybe we could be more than just what you tried to make of me. that even if i let you use me, you’d stay. you would just look at me and think differently of me. anything you needed i would be for you and you couldn’t even do the duty of being my boyfriend. everything that i hate about myself is something that you’ve created and i hate myself for not being able to hate you. for not being able to control myself from maybe hoping that you’d come to your senses and apologize, maybe just come and talk to me. anything. but it’s useless. because i know we’ll never talk again, never see eachother again, never be anything with eachother anymore & that’s just something i’ll have to get used to. as much as i hate it, maybe it’s a blessing. maybe there is a better thing to come. maybe i will be loved out loud , i will be loved the right way, i will know what it feels like to have someone who would do anything to whisk me up off my feet. i will know what it feels like to have dates planned, random flowers , for them to pay attention to what i like , to remember my birthday, to even want to call me without making it seem like it’s so hard. the simplest things i’d ask of you , you couldn’t do. sometimes you’d get upset about something and ignore me, you wouldn’t explain what made you upset, you wouldn’t want to call, to facetime , to see eachother , even though we loved long distance. and some day, you’re gonna wish that you had treated me better when i was so forgiving. but i hope that maybe someone can love you right because clearly i couldn’t. hopefully you won’t have to deal with meeting your match and meeting someone who deems you so unlovable, who makes you feel like you’re nothing but a pet to them, hopefully your karma won’t come back to get you. i don’t even want to say i wish it does because it comes back so much harder , but i hope that maybe if it does and you have to be on the end of such a short stick, that you’ll wake up and change. you’re going to miss the way someone was so willing to do everything for you, to love you no matter who you were to them, to coddle you & hold you, to want to see you, to talk to you everyday, to do romantic things with you, who loves you no matter what you look like, to love you like their life depends on it, even in sickness , through the distance , you’re going to miss it. and i hope you wake up that day if you stumble across another woman that could ever love you the way i did.

#digital diary

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nicegaai · 3 months ago

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Ch 8:

I get so nervous every time I start — did I ever tell y’all I got a killer migraine after I started this reread and it lasted like 4 days? there’s no need for that level of stress but here I am all tensed up again. whateverrrrrr. exposure therapy.

(Paragraph like 3) YUUUUP I already want to go in and tweak the dialogue. this is not quite it. Im itchy im itching to do it but I won’t yet. editing is a trap that will stop me from moving forward…

WHAT. Holy fucking jjjjhjjjhh you would not believe the sitcom level of reaction I just had to realizing I left in actual genuine Editors Notes. This is my worst offense by far this is the worst thing thats ever happened to me in my whole life (lie) I can’t go on … Im gonna take a break

(2 and a half months later)

Hiiiiiii…where did I leave off… jk im starting over

Chapter 8 the final published chapter huhhh! I don’t remember what kind of cliffhanger I left u guys on but im looking forward to finding out

Wowow I like the beginning dialogue again!!! this is cute and I love them I love dennor when im doing it the way I like them!!!!!!!!!! Thank god im back on my meds ive been so neurotic over little things for like years and for what… I luv my story, I don’t need 2 be afraid…

Llmaoooooo im genuinely enjoying this reread how is that possible!!! This is fun im having fun!

Wtffff Im feeling like a genius for coming up with this and not like I need to kms for once. Brand new emotions for me. Chat did you know life can be beautiful?

LSKDAJKLSLDK I FOUND AN AUTHORS NOTE IS THIS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT 2.5 MONTHS AGO? That I almost cried over? I laughed at my own bad joke but it is NOT that serious … I do want to take it out later. but girllll

I wonder if stabilizing emotionally will ruin the quality of my writing x_x oh well!

I DON THAVE A LOT OF COMMENTARY THIS CHAPTER BCZ I DONT REMEMBER WRITING MOST OF THIS TBH AND IM GETTING SUCKED IN BY THE PLOT WTF WTF. Again this is a new experience for me ive been so miserable rereading this up til now

Went “NOOOOOOOOOO” out loud when I realized I established a specific timeline. Its already June 15th???????? Fuck me man I was gonna space this out more than that . it was supposed to be like June 3rd at best, in my head …

Changed my mind—The quality of writing is guaranteed to go up if im not dry heaving at the thought of rereading my own drafts. It’s going to be FINE !!!!!!!! Its going to get better!! I may even be able to respond to all the nice comments soon … Ive been scared of ao3 comments I can’t explain why I don’t know myself

UGH THE WRITING IS GETTING CHOPPYYY this could have been avoided surely but it is too late now. I can sense I struggled with beginning the scene and wrote very Point A To Point B just to skip around to the parts I wanted to write. I mean it functions.. but not well. Ick

Okay... more author’s notes. I messed up stylistically when I decided to leave in so many parentheses bc then I lost the authors notes in the mix. Nasty. Ech. Im annoyed

OH. THAT REALLY WAS A CLIFHFANGER HUH. NO WONDER PPL KEEP ASKING IF IM COMING BACK. OH H H H. IM SO SORRY I SHOULD BE JAILED FOR THIS X_______X

I HAVE THE NEXT SEVERAL CHAPTERS PLOTTED OUT MORE OR LESS AND THE REST OF THE STORY'S EVENTS ARE ON PAPER I PROMIS E I AM TRYING I WILL NEVER GIVE UP

kind of insane ive left u guys off on that for like 6 months. bc ive been obsessed with the events of the next few chapters just like turning them over in my head,.. . and no one has even seen them yet. this needs to be fixed

im attempting my fic reread today. im announcing this bc i will be liveblogging to keep my morale up, NOT THAT anyone cares but i personally need this, like ill only commit to do the thing if theres an imaginary audience holding me accountable. & i like to have fun :3

anyway. captains log, its a beautiful sunny july weekend. i just finished my morning coffee, and, i am dreading this so much. i dont like rereading my own writing but i shall get over it. ok here we go.

Þetta Reddast vagueblogged directors commentary edition

Ch 1:

*opens fic and starts convulsing immediately* god i wish i smoked weed rn. i cannot chill out ever for the life of me

My Mission For Today Is: to remember what plot threads I’ve left hanging so I can resolve this story properly. And also try n remember where the flow is going. I have the end plotted out, I just am a little lost … it’s been a while :-(

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Abrupt beginning!!!! I’m not mad because I have . I HAD. Almost no writing experience when I started this. it isn’t ideal but I refuse to be one of those fanfic writers that starts rewriting early chapters without finishing the last ones. Ive never seen one of those types actually finish a longfic. …I’d already rather yap than actually read LMAO AHH

Oh this is worse than I remember. thats cool that s great ok alright *coughs up blood*

"20 somethings" WOW I really did not know where I was going with this when I started huh

LKJSDLKSJDLGKGDJSLDGJK ??? Who authorized this. Who let me cook. What the hell

I could write this better now. I could edit this into something beautiful. <- devil on my shoulder

FORGOT I WAS MAKING RICE BRB

"generously offered nothing to the exchange." wait STOPPPP. I’m so funny

GRAMMAR ERROR DETECTED why is there two periods. I’ll be coming back to fix that …………………. :-(((

Fuck. This is a lot. Marge Simpson Hiding Her Face dot Png

Oh this is stupid this is gayyy this is fukcinnn . Who fucking did t his. What was wrong with me,. This is so good actually. what was i ONNNN.

Im gonna throw up and I don’t know if thats like/. A complimentary thing or if im just cringing that hard . Im feeling emotions. I love my OTPs..OT3~5? I love them so so much

Ok as much as im like “eww bad writing” this is .. dare I say, rly good in places. Not to suck my own dick but maybe all hope isnt lost and imposter syndrome is an illusion

Grammar mistake #2. Goddddddd. they should ban me from the archive for this

EMILLLLL EMIL EMIL EMIL HIIIIII BABYYYY EMILLL I LOVE UUUU AWWHUUGHH everyone clap for my bewoved baby bruvver right FUCKING now

Urghhh gritting my teeth… Im fully expecting the flow of events to start not making any gd sense. There’s no way this came together the way I hoped in my head and .... For real I was never able to read this all the way thru. this is my first time, lol. and it was all disjointed on the authorial end to say the least. Im scared T-T

Jlxjvklsdkjfsjlkdkjlsjklkljzsdkjlgaskljdgjklasljkgdljkasljkdgjklasjlkdgljkaskljdgjakl??????????

Im not liking the ratio of dialogue to whatever the other stuff is. scene-setting I guess. prose maybe. i could have dragged this out way longer... By which I mean made it a more satisfying read. But WHATEVER !!!!

TIMO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIMOOOOOOOOOO NUMERO UNOOOO DO MUNDOOOOOO I really need to utilize him more. As soon as I finish this fic I need to write a Timo POV spinoff where he gets cancelled on furry twitter for proshipping in real life

Hmmmm chapter ending didn’t hit as hard in practice as it did in drafts. Oh well. God damn that was a lot to happen in one chapter LMAOO???

OH SHIT MY RICE IS STILL COOKING ——

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mint-gee · 2 years ago

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devil by the window ♡ lucia

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ summary ❥ he showed up at your window every night and invited you to hang out with him. but you refused every time he invited you. until one night, you decided it was probably about time to get to know him better.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ pairing ❥ lucia x demon, g.n!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ genre ❥ fluff

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ warning ❥ singular curse word.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ word count ❥ 761 words.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ author's note ❥ hey! i am trying to get back into writing since i'm on my semester break rn. so please wish me luck since i'll try to post and continue with my mefy's series (i'm going to edit the story first because i'm not satisfied with it). anyway, enjoy!

knock knock...

the sound of someone knocking on your window caused you to smile broadly. you had been waiting for his arrival since you decided to spend time with him. as soon as the curtain was drawn back, you noticed him sitting on the balcony's railing. the moment he laid eyes on you, his eyes' corners began to widen slightly.

"you got some time today?" he asked. that was all he ever asked when you opened your window. you became tired of hearing him ask the same question every night, but not tonight. you were curious what he might say if you finally agreed to hang out with him. you nodded in response to his question. his eyes were wide open, and he smiled like a child who had received their favorite toys for christmas.

because he didn't want to waste any time, he pulled your arm, lifted you like a bride, and jumped from the balcony with you in his arms. "where are we going?" you asked, looking at your house that is getting smaller from your view.

he didn't reply but only smiled at your question. a few minutes later, you were brought to a nearby hill where you could watch the entire demon town. the two of you sat on the grass and listened to the sound of nature. you closed your eyes as you enjoyed the cold wind hitting your face. he glanced at you and seeing your face made him nervous.

"i'm lucia," he said as he awkwardly held out his hand. you looked down at his hand and laughed. you didn't want to leave him hanging, so you shook his hand.

"everyone knows who you are, lucia," you replied, looking at the dark sky. he scratched his head and giggled. "i'm confused about why the future king of nightmare suddenly came into my window and asked me to hang out with him. i thought he would give up whenever i refused, but i was wrong. so, lucia, why do you insist on hanging out with me?"

lucia went silent for a bit as he tried to find an answer. a few seconds of silence passed, and he still didn't answer your question. when his eyes met yours, he giggled awkwardly and raised his shoulders.

"you caught my attention. nobody has ever refused my invitation, so i was devastated when you turned me down. that's why i wanted to try and challenge myself to win your heart, and tonight is my lucky night,"

you rolled your eyes, "you're one of those, huh?"

"i'm not a bad guy! you seemed like an interesting person," he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes to find you smiling. he gasped and quickly grabbed something from his coat pocket. he pulled out a small red box and handed it to you.

"i bought it last month when we first met. now i can finally give this to you," you looked down at the box. what could it be? is it a ring? a necklace? a bracelet? so much jewelry came to mind, and you were happy to think about it. this is the first time someone other than your family and close friends has given you a present. not only that, the person who gave you this is the future king of your land.

but before you could open it, lucia suddenly stood up. you raised your head to look at him and saw his panicked expression. "shit, my butler is looking for me. i have a very important meeting tomorrow, and he caught me sneaking out from my estate," lucia explained. you chuckled, and the two of you went back to your house. as you entered your room, you turned to him.

"geez, i'll be back tomorrow. i promise tomorrow, we should hang out longer than tonight," said lucia, raising his pinky finger. you nodded. you knew he'll keep his promise as he never missed a day of visiting you every night. he left, and you sat on your bed, glancing at the gift he had bought you. you opened the box and gasped when you saw a necklace with a charm shaped like an open window. it was adorable and quite hilarious to you, but of course, you appreciate his gift. you regretted not accepting his offer sooner, but you were determined to get to know him now. who knows what your future might be? either way, you went to sleep as you couldn't wait for tomorrow night to arrive.

#nightmare harem #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem x reader #nightmare harem imagine #lucia #i got this idea while listening to txt's song lol

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pastelwitchling · 3 years ago

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I know it's a little far back, but the show never really addressed what happened to the bomb Michael made that had Manes DNA in it and I was wondering if you would be willing to write about someone using it thinking it's for aliens? Maybe with some malex handprint action? Thank you!

Hi, would you be willing to write about Michael and Alex having their first fight post s3?

Alex tapped his thumb against the steering wheel, antsy and frustrated. He glanced at his phone in the passenger seat as it buzzed with another message.

Where are you?

Michael was just as high strung about this as he was, but for different reasons. Instead of responding, Alex turned the corner into the junkyard, and found his boyfriend in front of the bonfire, head ducked, phone in one hand and an untouched beer in the other.

“Finally,” Michael stood, arms out. “What, did you push the car all the way here?”

Alex sighed and held up a hand when Michael tried to pull him in for a hug. “We have a problem,” he said.

“No kidding,” Michael said, trying not to look hurt, and gestured at Alex to follow him. As he stepped into the trailer, he said, “We still have the Manes Killer here, and I’ve asked you if we could take it to Deep Sky since the whole thing with Jones.” He threw back the tarp covering the machine and gestured at it. “Now can we please get rid of the thing?”

“And I asked you if it would be okay to bring Ramos here to dissect it instead.”

“And have the alien hunters next to all my alien tech?” Michael smirked humorlessly. “Try again.”

“They’re not alien hunters!” Alex said for what felt like the millionth time. “And you should know that better than anyone, Ramos helped save me –”

“When his evil Lockhart Machine got you onto that ledge in the first place!”

“Don’t do that,” Alex argued. “Don’t twist things around. I knew the risks, and I chose to work on that machine.” He shut his eyes. “We’re not doing this, we’re not having this conversation again which you only think to have when you’re getting annoyed.”

“Great,” Michael said, “if we’re not having the conversation, then can we get rid of the bomb please?”

“Not after you let Bonnie and Clyde tinker with it,” Alex said through grit teeth.

Michael groaned. “Come on, Alex!”

“You know I don’t trust them!” Alex argued. “They’ve had it out for me since they got here, and that’s only because I know they’re full of crap! They don’t care about helping us, Guerin, they’re trying to control you and hey, look at that, it’s working!”

“They wanted to take a look at the mechanisms of it,” Michael retorted. “Make sure it was safe to pick apart without hurting you. I needed a second pair of eyes, that’s all!”

“You have me for that!” Alex snapped. “Why is it okay to bring people you trust, but not people I trust?”

“Because you always trust the wrong person!”

Alex fell silent, hurt. Michael seemed to realize what he’d said too late.

“No,” he started to say, “wait –”

“You think what I’ve faced from my own family,” Alex said, “isn’t bad enough not to throw my mistakes in my face?”

“I didn’t mean that,” Michael shook his head, closing the distance between them at lightning speed and gripping Alex’s arms tightly, as if terrified he would leave. “Alex, I swear, I just – I was scared, okay? I am scared and – and I’ve had to look at this thing here and I’m – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

He kept a tight, frightened grip on Alex’s arm as he said all of this, his other running up and down Alex’s side, his neck, his face, his hair. Like Alex’s touch would help him breathe a little easier than he was now.

Alex exhaled slowly, shakily.

“Okay?” Michael murmured, leaning in, the fear that Alex might leave still in his eyes. “Okay?”

He pressed their foreheads together, and Alex’s eyes shut. “I don’t want to do this again,” he whispered, and Michael tensed against him. “I don’t want this to be who we are. We’re supposed to be better.”

Michael’s shoulders sagged with relief, and he wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist. “We are,” he promised. “We are better.”

Alex shook his head, clutching fistfuls of Michael’s jacket. “I’m scared,” he confessed. “I just got you, I don’t want anything to happen –”

“Hey,” Michael held him more tightly, his voice fierce. “Nothing is going to happen to you. I’d die first.”

Alex shut his eyes tighter against the thought, unwilling to even imagine it as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to Michael’s shoulder, their grip on one another painful now.

After a long moment, Alex heaved a long, silent sigh, then straightened, rubbing his face. “Fine,” he said. “Give it to me, we’ll take it over to Deep Sky right now.”

Michael cupped his jaw and grinned. “You finally trust them?”

“Hell no,” Alex scoffed. “But I trust you. With anything. Especially my life.”

Michael’s grin softened and his eyes were so adoring, so loving, that Alex couldn’t look at him long. He cleared his throat and squirmed out of Michael’s hold.

“Come on,” he said, “let’s get this over with.”

Michael exhaled sharply, clearly eager to be done, too, and picked up the bomb. His scowl darkened as he held it, and Alex realized he hated it a lot more than he’d said he did. Alex huffed a chuckle as he took the machine, a retort on his tongue when he felt his throat suddenly close up.

The second he held the bomb, it whirred to life, and at once, Alex felt a weight on his chest get heavier and heavier.

Alarm started in Michael’s eyes. “Alex?”

“I –,” Alex barely managed before a violent cough overtook him, and something splattered against his chin and on Michael’s shirt. Blood. He smelled something metallic trickle out of his nose and touched it to find more red had seeped out. Michael’s eyes widened at the genetic bomb and he said something, though Alex couldn’t hear him.

Everything sounded underwater. Alex gasped and dropped the machine, falling to his knees seconds after. Michael came to his side, but the room was still spinning and Alex was having a harder time breathing, let alone hearing him.

He was dying. He knew he was. He reached out for Michael, wanting only to touch him, thinking only of touching him. But Michael did the one thing Alex didn’t want him to do. The door to the trailer burst open without anyone touching it, and Michael grabbed the bomb and ran out.

Alex tried to beg for him to come back, but he was drowning in his own blood. He heard a faint scream, seconds passed, and then . . . the pain started to fade.

Alex was no longer gurgling blood, and while his breaths started to come in labored and rough, they were coming in. He had feeling in his fingers again and the weight on his chest started to recede. He was still dizzy, but he had enough strength to pick his head up just as Michael came running back in, eyes wide.

“Alex?” he breathed, falling to his side.

Alex’s shirt and bottom of his face were stained in blood, but Alex squeezed Michael’s hand back and nodded wordlessly.

“I’m sorry,” Michael said, his breaths sounding just as labored as he roughly kissed Alex’s head, his ear, his cheek, each of his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I – I think I threw it into space, I have no idea. I’m so sorry, Alex –”

“Shh,” Alex managed. Michael had sat him up against him, and Alex turned his face into Michael’s shirt, breathing in his warmth and smell of rain as his heart worked on properly beating again.

Michael was vibrating. When he spoke, his voice was a low, murderous growl. “I’m gonna kill ‘em both.”

Alex tried to speak, but only a whimper escaped his lips and he burrowed deeper into the safety of Michael’s arms, his steady heartbeat. Michael hugged him tighter, whispering apologies into his hair, his shoulder. Alex didn’t want apologies. He just wanted Michael’s hold on him to never loosen.

“Guess you trusted the wrong person,” Michael said miserably.

“I didn’t,” Alex managed, his voice hoarse. “You saved me.”

“I hurt you,” Michael’s voice cracked.

That, Alex thought, was the last straw. He shook his head and hugged Michael tighter, breathing him in. But in his head, he was doing what he did best; drawing up a battle strategy.

First, he would feel every inch of Michael against him, to assure himself that he was alive and safe. That they both were.

Then, he would hunt down the aliens that upset his.

Two prompts at once? What? I think I made it work though.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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indelibleevidence · 3 years ago

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We're in hiatus mode with the rewatch for the next couple of weeks or so, but I have 90 minutes until I can call to make an appointment before I sleep, so here we go with 3x05 - WTF Edition. Really hope this cut works, since we have a) plenty of negativity and b) spoilers right up to 5x11 in this post.

So. The Avery twist technically began in 3x04, but we don't get any fallout until this episode. So I'm going to go into an overview of why Avery bugs me before I get to 3x05 stuff.

Let me just start out by saying Kristina Reyes did really well with the material she had to work with. BUT I object to Avery's existence, because she's only around for one season (and thirty seconds at the end where she doesn't even interact with Jeller), and even though it would have been an angst gold mine to have Remi return and deal with her daughter being back, they didn't go there. And everything they had Avery tell the team about Crawford, they would have been easily able to get from other sources. She just plain didn't need to be there in season 3.

I once saw someone speculating that Jaimie and Kristina had a spat, based on Instagram unfollowing or something. That would make a lot of sense, that one of them refused to work with the other and ruined what the writers had originally planned for season 4 Remi and dying!Jane. But I digress.

Overall, I'm glad they wrote Avery out of the show, because when your ship has a kid, they become really boring. Even their shippy moments revolve around the kid. The things they were worrying about pre-kid are now background for kid-related angst, and there aren't that many ways to make that unique and interesting.

The writers kind of averted that with Kurt and Bethany in season 2-4, because Allie wasn't part of the team, she moved away, you only saw a few moments of 'going to be a dad' and they were buried under all the Sandstorm shenanigans, then Allie and Bethany only pop up a few times afterwards. And of course, every single character forgets about Avery's existence after 4x01. But season 3 parental!Jane and season 5 parental!Kurt were just annoying.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying real-life people shouldn't make their kids the most important thing in their lives. That's good parenting (assuming it's not overbearing). What I'm saying is that watching well-developed characters become the Worried/Protective Parent Trope is like replacing characters with cardboard cutouts, because there's not much to differentiate one worried parent TV character from another. They all just go 'MY BABY MY BABY' and it wastes screen time that could have gone towards fun team moments, or shippy playfulness, or whatever.

So yeah, from the moment I heard 'this says I have a daughter' I was already rolling my eyes. The amnesia angle makes it slightly more interesting, but the faked death plot point, when it was revealed, was just far-fetched. Roman's disregard for the only family he has who's not Jane is weird, given how family obsessed he is. A better revenge on Jane would have been what he said he'd do to get Avery to fake her death - getting her involved in his schemes against Crawford, getting her to break the law and become his permanent ally that way. No death-faking required, and a different plot point for getting Kurt to take tattoo help from him.

Basically, I just don't think there was a convincing enough reason for the whole Jane-has-a-kid storyline. Yes, conflict with Kurt and Roman being able to leverage Kurt were worthwhile plot points, but they could have found something else to make it about, that actually made sense.

But yeah. On to 3x05 discussion:

The absolute last acceptable moment for Kurt to put off telling Jane about Berlin was just before Jane got the envelope from Rossi. I mean, Kurt, you're a great FBI agent, you can't string these clues together and read the writing on the wall? Going into the seconds after Jane reads Rossi's message, he already knows that a) Roman knows about Berlin, b) Roman has promised there is more pain coming, c) Roman knows he can use Berlin to leverage Kurt's cooperation, to some as yet unknown end, and d) Jane now knows she has/had a child. When Jane said, 'I have a daughter', Kurt's response should have been, 'I know.'

The writers do have Jane say some stuff that's supposed to give Kurt an excuse for not telling her, like not wanting to disrupt the child's life, but all of that ignores the fact that they had at least twelve off-screen hours to process and discuss this information. I doubt Jane went 'I have a daughter - oh well, we'll ask Patterson about it in the morning, let's get some sleep.' She would have spent at least a couple of hours awake and stressing, and Kurt would have been talking her through it. So he totally would have had time to come clean before she started with her 'I can't have my sense of who I am ripped away again' stuff. Not cool, Kurt.

Jane reacts exactly as I would expect someone to act in her situation, except for one thing - the moment she says, 'How could I forget I had a child?' Like that's some sacred thing someone should never forget, even when they've had their entire memory wiped. She didn't say, 'How could I forget I was a terrorist?' or 'How could I forget I had a brother?' or 'How could I forget my parents were murdered?' So why should having a kid be any different? It just makes me think the implication was some 'sacred bond between mother and child' bullshit. You'd never get that if the amnesiac character was male.

Also it kinda sucks that they had Jane be processing the child reveal at the same time as the case was dealing with untested rape kits. Sure, Roman says the father was Remi's high school sweetheart, who was a 'nice enough guy', but the show seems to be nudging you into unacknowleged parallel territory up until that point. :/

Okay, I'm done. Sorry for the ramble. XD

#blindspot rewatch 2022 #blindspot 3x05 #averwho?#wtf kurt #blindspot 3x10

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xiaotopia · 4 years ago

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Longing For You

Pairing: Fem reader x Aether

Words: 10k+ I lost count

Genre: one-shot, platonic relationship, fuff, angst, slight crack if you squint

Cw // mentions of character death, blood

Hi! It's my first time writing on here and I just write what's on my mind I'm sorry if this is bad since english is not my first language ㅠㅠ I promise I will get better with my writing! Enjoy ^^

Lonely.

That's what you are feeling. It's been 3 days you got stuck in this unknown land. You thought it was beautiful, it really was. But will you be ready to face what's in front of you?

You manage to survive with fruits like apples and cashews, at least that's what you thought the name was, because in your world they called it cashews. Even though it doesn't really give you enough nutritions, as long as you get to live you're okay with it. Heck there were almost nothing here. You wanted to explore the place more but there are monsters everywhere, and you- with no weapon, could only run and hide in hopes of not getting spotted by them. Will you ever survive?

Sighing, "just another day like this I guess"

you said before drifting to dreamland under a tree in a secluded area of the unknown land.

----

"She's still breathing"

"Paimon! What are you doing?!"

You could hear someone whispering- half screaming to be exact, at someone but you are more bothered at someone poking your arm with a stick. Groaning, you woke up and realized someone invaded your place. Ready to fight whoever that was, your actions suddenly come to a halt when you meet a pair of golden eyes and his tiny little companion. They were as shocked as you, well... I guess you are more shocked to see a floating kid beside the blonde boy.

Quickly, you hide behind a tree. Since you don't have any weapon to defend yourself what else can defend you other than a tree?

"w-who are you?! And why you can float?!"

you shrieked, the little floating kid crossed her arms and scoffed at your question. Why would she scoffed at you?

"excuse me young lady but we're the one who should ask you that!".

You just meet her now but god knows how much her high-pitched voice started to annoy you. The blonde boy beside her started to speak up before his companion could even say a word,

"I'm sorry she bothered you. I'm Aether, and this is my travel companion, Paimon. We found a group of hilichurls around here and we already fight them off before it could reach your campsite. May we know what is your name?" he asks as his pair golden orbs stares straight into you.

"Uh.. My name is y/n..."

He smiles, assuring you that they're safe and can be trusted, you slowly got out behind the tree when he stretches out his hand for a handshake. You grab his hand, reciprocating his action. "it's nice to meet you y/n".

----

"No"

"Aether c'mon please?"

"ugh fine"

It's been a month you had stayed in Monstadt, The Land of Freedom, and a month since your encounter with Aether and Paimon. She still annoys you though, but you're really grateful that she can keep the conversation going because it always turns awkward whenever you tried to initiate a conversation with people. You learned that Aether didn't come from this world too, separated from his sister by the unknown god and now is looking for her in Teyvat. Hopefully, you can go back home too.

You missed your family of course but you're also happy that there are people who willing to take care of you, especially Barbara. She treated you like her own sister, beside Jean. You learned everything here from Lisa and learned how to fight from the cavalry captain Knights of the Favonious, Kaeya. And Diluc? He's hot, but cold as ice at the same time and you went to the Tavern once, only to see him talking to a bard named Venti, about how the bard needs to stop drinking all of his dandelion wine before he runs out of it because of him.

Now, Aether is in front of you as you manage to persuade him to bring you to one of his adventures. He never let you tag along because he told you it's dangerous outside. Both of you are no vision holders, but he has the power of Anemo. It's still a mystery to you but he's an outlander so it would probably make sense why he can have such powers even without a vision blessed by the Archons.

"But! You only have to fight the hilichurls only while I take down those mitachurls, got it?" he says. Nodding your head aggressively, you started your journey with him as an adventurer.

"Let's go to Liyue!" Paimon says excitedly.

---

"That was close, thank you y/n"

Aether pants heavily, letting out a sigh of relief as you kick off the last hilichurl with your sword. Turning around to face him, you tell him it's nothing.

You three bumped into a hilichurl camp in the middle of the road of Bishui Plans. Unfortunately, those group of monsters noticed you before you three could even hide.

You were about to follow Paimon but Aether called you, you look at him as his face expressed shocked. You asked him what's wrong only him to point at your hips. You were confused so you look down where he's pointing at. Well now you're equally as shocked as him, if not because of the shining crystal blue orb hanging on your belt.

"What... I-I swear it wasn't there before?"

You whispered, questioning yourself because how did it get there? How did you even got a vision? What did you do? You know it's a vision because Lisa has taught you at the library back in Mondstadt. How? That was all in your mind.

You hear Paimon gasped, putting her hands on her mouth, "you got a vision! Let me see!". She flew to look at your vision before touching it to get a better look. "You got a cryo vision!" she exclaimed.

"Cryo? You mean I get the power of ice?" You question her. She nodded her, "Yes! Now you can help Aether to fight enemies!". Looking down at your feet, sighing. Aether asked you what's wrong and you simply said you don't know how to fight. Like actually fighting enemies with your own power, how to use it and how to handle it. What if you unintentionally hurt people around you? Aether chuckled at your response. You look up at him, tilting your head in confusion.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you"

----

"I wish kaeya was here"

"You don't like it when I teach you?!"

Chuckling at your friend, you said it's not that you don't like it when he teaches you. It's because "it would be easier if a cryo vision holder teaches me how to control the element", you says.

He let out a puff, while you were stroking Paimon's hair on your lap. She snores softly and you swear you could hear her mumbling sticky honey roast in her sleep. Giggling at her, you wonder how can she be cute and annoying at the same time. It's unfair you think. You turned your head to look at Aether and he was zoned out, as always.

"Mind telling me what's in your mind?"

You picked up his habits quite quickly, since you both attached to the hips all the time. You would notice he always does this when he's deep in thought. The same goes for him. You both can read each other like an open book.

He looks at you, smiling. Shaking his head and tells you he always thinks the same, about his sister. You smiled back at him, you assured him that you will meet her soon. And now, you both enjoy the calm breeze as you both watched the sun set over the blue horizon at the nearby cliff in Liyue.

"S-sticky honey roast... "

----

Annoyed.

That's how you feel right now.

This guy just keeps pestering you for 20 minutes now. You got separated with Aether as he got something to do with Zhongli, the Wangsheng Parlor Funeral Consultant. Aether wanted to let Paimon stay with you but you said you're fine on your own and you would enjoy alone time in the time being while waiting for them.

But you didn't expect this.

"Can you stop following me now?"

"Why would I?"

Rolling your eyes, you bump into his shoulder, or Childe as he call himself.

"Oh don't be like that girlie-" " I have a name shut up" you sigh for the nth time. You need to avoid this man, because he's one of the Fatui, you don't want to involve yourself and Aether with them. That's why you've been running and avoiding him at all cost.

"Well you never tell me your name girlie-"

"It's y/n okay? Now go you're getting on my nerve..."

you mumbled the last sentence. He only chuckles at your reaction as he enjoys it. You were buying some street food from the food stall and before you could give your mora to the seller, someone beats you to pay for the food. You were not complaining though, you didn't thank him either.

"Okay then but can I ask you one last question, y/n?" he smiles widely while you only look at him, chewing your spicy fish cake, unamused. His question however, almost send you to you death as you were choking on your food.

"W-what did you say?!" "I want to get to know about you"

Aether is not going to like this...

----

As expected, he was mad. No, he was furious.

"Why did you talk to him?!"

"I tried not to talk to him Aether, he kept following me when I tried to avoid him! To the point he creeps me out..."

Aether sighs, rubbing his forehead as Paimon watched you two arguing. Was this the only time Paimon shuts her mouth? Excluding the time she's asleep. She knows when to silent herself because this time, Aether is different in Paimon's eyes.

"So.. Did you agree?" he questioned, not giving you a glance. You shake your head, "No, of course I didn't. He's dangerous and he could hurt us if he has the opportunity..." Which is true. Childe is a harbinger, and you, just a mortal from another world who just got dumped to Teyvat out of nowhere.

Aether engulfs you in a hug, which surprised you. You could feel your cheeks burning from the physical contact. His arm wraps around your shoulder while the other strokes your hair, calming you.

"I won't let that happen to you, Paimon and me. I won't let him hurt us, I will promise you that I will protect you both from any danger. I don't want to lose another friend..." he says and the last sentence sounds more like a whisper to you but you understand him.

You also promised to yourself that you will protect paimon and him. Because you love them.

----

"Well traveller, you're quite stronger than I thought"

"Stay away from him!"

You yelled at the harbinger, keeping yourself from falling as you struggled to stand up. Paimon tried her best to keep Aether awake while you were guarding them, ready to attack him anytime.

Childe let out a loud laugh, as if he was mocking you and your companion. Shaking his head, he came closer to you.

"You know what, you're lucky that you didn't fall for my tricks" he chuckles. You were getting antsy everytime he take a step closer to you, "no one is fool enough to fall for a harbinger, Tartaglia" you sneered.

He was about to attack you with his hydro sword but you managed to dodged it with your power and turning it into an ice. You both fight for a while and fortunately, Aether came to help you.

After hours of fighting, that's what you think, you feel drained out. Slumping on the floor, you take a glance at Aether he was panting hard, Paimon at his side to support him. And Childe, he looks better than both you and Aether combined but he's still in a good shape.

As you were trying to stand up, you saw a glimpse of a woman at the corner of your eye. You widen your eyes and tried to push Aether away as you saw the woman was about to attack him with her sharp ice.

Signora.

You made a wall of ice to protect Aether and Paimon from her attacks. However, you didn't do it for you. You didn't protect yourself and got hit by the ice. The ice wall from you melts, so does Aether's world when he saw you, bleeding from your own element.

Childe was as shocked too, he thought you were a genuine person, he really do. Is this what it feels when you know someone personally got hurt? He can't imagine what Aether feels now.

You fell, you felt dizzy as you hit your head on the solid ground.

"Y/n!" Aether and Paimon yelled your name, but why do they sound like they're miles away?

"Y/n! Keep your eyes open! Don't you very dare to close your eyes!" Your friend screamed. Paimon is holding your hand while sobbing on you. "Y/n you can't leave us! Paimon still want to have fun with you!"

All you can do is cry. You don't want to leave them. You still haven't find your way back home, you can't. But you were losing so much blood and all you could do is remembering your moments with your friends.

Aether and Paimon.

Aether holds you on his lap, you could feel his tears falling on your cheek. He cups your cheek as he stares into your (e/c) orbs. To him, it resembles the stars on the night sky. He wish he could look at them like this before.

Not when you're dying.

He put his forehead on yours as he keeps repeating "please don't leave" to you. You promised him that you will protect him, but not stay with him. Did you regret it? Yes. You wish you could stay but you knew at the end, both of you will leave eventually.

But you didn't expect that you would leave them like this.

With all your might, you hover your hand over his that was on your cheek, rubbing it softly. "Promise me, we will meet someday, wether it be in our next life or in different universe, promise me we will meet again" you said, voice getting hoarse and staring to his golden eyes. You want to remember his eyes, his nose, his lips, his everything.

"Paimon doesn't want you to leave!" your little friend cried, you let out a loud sob as you pull her to your chest, soaking your bloody shirt with her tears. You three tried to cherish your last moment together, even though it was a tragic one, like now.

Aether tighten his hold on you, Paimon cries harder when she saw the colour of your vision starting to fade, knowing you couldn't make it.

"Paimon loves you, y/n", all you can do is cry, before your last breathe you hear Aether says "I promise you, we will meet again.. I love you"

Your vision faded, you fall into a deep sleep and everything turns dark.

----

"She's awake!"

"Call the doctor!"

You slowly opened your eyes, the bright light hurting your eyes, still adjusting to the surrounding. You could feel your tears were falling. Why did you cry? Then it hit you.

You were in the hospital.

You remember what happened, was that all just a dream? It feels real, way too real for your liking.

"Thank god, you're finally awake!" your mom sobs. Wait, your mom is here? You're finally back? You were supposed to be happy but why did you feel sad?

"H-how long did I... Sleep?" you asked, voice raspy as your throat lacks of hydration. Your mom gave you a glass of water and you gladly drink it, your throat still hurt.

"2 months now, you got hit by a car and the guy felt bad. He even insisted to pay for your bills", your mom says as she hold your hand. It's been a few minutes but you missed them. Aether and your little friend Paimon.

"Oh.." that's all you can say. You really don't know what to respond. You were happy that you're finally awake but you also missed people you met in Teyvat. Are they real or just your imagination?

"I forgot to tell you, the person who pays for your hospital bill will visit you. He always visits you when me and your dad is busy with work", you nodded your head, didn't have the energy to reply your mom back.

Suddenly, the door opens, revealing a tall man. You face him, only to widen your eyes as you were shocked to see the person in your dream.

"Childe?"

----

It's been a month since you got discharged from the hospital and been recovering well. You still struggle to walk on your own though, but nothing serious. Ever since you met childe, you both got along very well, not like the one in your dream.

"So... What I dreamed of during my coma was real?" You asked him, walking through the flowery path as the cherry blossom falls on the ground beside him arms clinging to his.

"Yeah. In fact, I'm still the same Childe in your dream!"

"Yeah as you wish. The only same thing is you keep paying things for me.. And being annoying"

You remarked. He only laughs and told you the reason why he keeps doing that is that it's the only kind action he could do, even now. But in reality, he felt guilty. He

"By the way, I want you to meet an old friend of mine. You won't mind right?"

"What's the point of asking me if you're going to introduce your friend to me now?"

"Geez woman, you're still the same"

you could only laugh at him. To you, he's a good friend but no one could replace Aether. If you met Childe, there's a possibility of you to meet Aether and Paimon right?

"Oi blondie! We're here!" Childe yelled, getting you out from your deep thoughts. You look up only to meet a pair of golden eyes that you've missed so much.

It feels like the time has stopped. He walked towards you and slowly, engulfed you in a hug. You were stunned, you meet him. You both found each other. You hugged him back, tightly. You let out tears of joy, he was relieved he found you that he also cried.

"You didn't forget me don't you?" You hear a feminine voice behind Aether, only to find Paimon crossing her arms, just like when you meet her for the first time. But what amazes you that she's in a different form. She looks... Like you. A woman.

Your eyes got teary again and went straight to her, giving her a big hug which she reciprocated. "I miss you so much Paimon" you burried your head into her neck. Paimon was happy she could meet her.

Childe and Aether could only look both of you with adoration. Aether cleared his throat, without looking at the man beside him, eyes still on you. "Thank you, if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't find her"

The red haired man could only smile, "it's no problem. I couldn't face anyone after what happened in Teyvat. Think of this as my way to apologize". Aether couldn't answer, he only nodded his head to let him know he's listening.

You went to him only get a hug from you. You missed him so much. And you noticed Aether doesn't have his long braided hair anymore, which saddens you because you always play and braid his hair.

"I noticed that you finally got rid of your annoyingly long hair", you teased him. You hear him chuckled as he tightened his grip around you. "Can't let the annoyingly long hair distract people sweetie. People found it weird here"

"But I like it though..." you blushed at the pet name he gave you. You both just couldn't let go of each other now. He strokes your hair, enjoying each others presence. "I'm so glad that I found you", "me too, I'm glad you're here".

The other two friend only watched you two reunited again, hugging each other and won't let each other go because you missed each other so much that you both are afraid one of you vanished anytime. But it's real.

"Childe can we get some sticky honey roast?"

"Good grief, paimon.."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact #aether x reader #genshin imagines #childe #emergency food #this is my first time writing please be nice constructive criticism is allowed 😔#tw blood

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echo-three-one · 4 years ago

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Good Day!

As I told earlier, I finished my Soap x Reader Fic and yeah here it is.

I suck at titles and that shows.

Midnight Coffee Rush

John MacTavish x Female Reader

Warnings : Smut. Read at your own Risk or whatever.

Cross-posting to AO3 later 😳

THUD!

You softly slam your head on the desk as you stare blankly at the blinking cursor on your laptop. An article is due next week and you haven't really started on anything yet. Your editor keeps on calling you earlier today on how she can't work on last minute submissions. You assured her that yours won't need that much editing and she trusts you with that, but still, a deadlines a deadline.

Scanning your empty apartment room for ideas, you decide it's best if you take this ordeal outside and look for open places to work on. Coincidentally, the local café "John's brew" happens to open for 24 hours starting today. You feel uneasy at the name of the shop but that won't stop you from your goals today.

After a chilly midnight walk across the streets of your city, you finally make it to the shop, it looks like it can compete with the local Starbucks as its outer layout gives off the same vibe.

You push open the glass doors and the bell chimes from above you, this made the barista at the counter turn his head and greet you with a friendly smile. "Welcome to John's Brew!"

You stand just across the counter as you look up to view what the store has to offer while the barista waits patiently for your order. You order some fancy named coffee, wanting to try out why it has a star next to it's name as the barista, who now you know goes by the name "Gary" based on his name tag, explains that it's their best selling and unique blend coffee. He then passionately tells you how the coffee you chose is created by the owner of the shop and judging by the tone of his voice, he's excited for you to try it for the first time.

"Thanks Gary, here's my card." you reach out for your card and he cheerfully accepts it.

"What name should this go by, Ms. L/N?" he asks readying his marker.

"Just Y/N." you say. Gary raises his eyebrows in confusion.

"Sorry, I'm sure I heard that name somewhere." he dismisses his thoughts and writes your name on the cup.

"We'll you're a barista, I'm sure you've heard a lot of names in your line of work." you jokingly reply. It made him laugh as he gives your card back and you make your way to the corner of the room.

The music is soothing and the ambience is more than enough to keep you going, you pull out your laptop as you start typing ideas for your article.

Gary took the liberty of delivering you your drink saying "You looked very focused" and "There isn't that much customers anyway" and you smiled at the service he's done. He stays for a while insisting that he wants to witness your initial reaction as soon as you taste the coffee. So you slowly blow off the heat and took your first sip.

Your eyebrows raised and your cheeks blushed as the warm beverage tickles your tastebuds a wave of nostalgia brings shivers down your spine.

***

"So, what do you think of this?" A shirtless man with a signature mohawk and scar on his left eye approaches you just as you get up of bed. You remember smiling at the view, his deep blue eyes pierce through yours as he excitedly offers a cup of coffee he claims to mix himself.

"Mmm! This tastes, well... something even I can't describe! It's good? delicious? heavenly maybe?" You giggle as he inches closer to you crawling up the bed and reaching on your face for a kiss, blindly reaching for the cup and putting in on the bedside table.

"Not even the words from your thesaurus can't describe?" He whispers as he pulls the kiss away, eyebrows wiggling. Your heart melts at the sight of him.

"I'll tell you the perfect word when I find it." You giggle as you reach for his face and pull him to yours, as he softly crashes his body on you, rolling around the bed.

***

"Maam?" Gary taps your shoulder and you immediately flinch and turn to him.

"I'm sorry." you laugh nervously.

"It felt like you had a good time going on with that drink. We're having a contest as to which word best describes it. If you want to submit your word, I'll leave this pen and sticky note on your table." he cheerfully explains as the door chimes, making him rush back to his counter.

Shit. You thought to yourself. Of course it had to taste the same, even the name of the shop checks out. Your heart starts to thump louder and louder as you put the pieces together, you convince yourself it's just the coffee, but then again the evidences never lie. John's Brew, that exact taste, no word yet to describe it.

You flinched as you turn to the heavy door slam to your left, just by the counter. A man, walks out of it wearing a very fit long sleeve tucked into business pants, you assume it's the manager. Then again, you see him scratching his head, which happens to have a rather unique haircut. A mohawk. Holy Shit.

***

'Congratulations Ms. Y/N L/N! You have been accepted on the writer program. Please report tomorrow for your orientation.'

The text read just as you wake up. Your face lit up in excitement as you squealed like a kid. Your life would change for the better.

A very wet John MacTavish popped out of the bathroom, his face was full of worry as he quickly wrapped himself with a towel.

"What's wrong?! Something out to get ya?" He asked, a bar of soap on is arms ready to throw to the intruder.

"I just got accepted!" you squealed excitedly at him, hugged him thight not minding how wet he was. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and you felt that you're the only one excited about this news.

"Congrats. But what about your life here? What about me?" he muttered, his facial expressions dropped.

"I'm sure we'll work it out? It isn't that far, right?"

"I'm sure we'll work it out"

"Not now John, I have articles due."

"I'm too exhausted for today, John"

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep."

***

The loud growl of your stomach shocked you back to reality. Come to think of it, it's already 2 in the morning and you're almost through with your article. A muffin won't be that much of a distraction. You turn to the counter and see John catering to a lady on a bright red dress. She probably came from a club and now trying to sober up with a coffee. You pretend to type on your keyboard but secretly view the event from the corner of your eye. They are laughing and he escorted her as she is walking tipsily to the sofa. They exchange some words you barely make out and can't help but feel rage bubbling inside you. But then again, you don't have the slightest audacity to do so. You slowly ignored him while focusing on your job. You left his messages on read and calls on voicemail. You feel guilt rushing through you. Out of impulsive emotions, you quickly decide to finish the article home as you grab your laptop and coffee and rush to the exit.

"Ma'am! You left your sticky note." John's voice echoes across the shop. This made the few notable customers look at the both of us in curiosity.

You slowly turn back to him leaning on the counter, his elbows resting on the counter looking at you, he knows what he's up to. You remember telling him to stop flexing his biceps in front of you in public. It's kind of an inside joke for the two of you and he seems to remember it all too well.

"Your word. For the contest." he points out to the bulletin board of sticky notes on the other side of the hall.

"I... can't think of anything yet..." you stammer as you exit the door, walking as fast as you can away from him.

"Y/N, wait!" he quickly grabs your arm. You almost expect that he'd do this even after all those times.

"John I-" you quicky turn to him, hot tears start forming on your eyes as he pulls you close to his warm embrace.

"Yeah. You've been very busy... I know." He mutters as you sniffle on his chest, smelling his musk that never changed even after all these months.

"Congratulations on your most recent award, you know. Article of the month, and the month before that and that one time you wrote about the wildlife in Africa..." he trails off while rubbing your back as more tears fell from your eyes. He'd been watching your career grow, even after all this time. It somehow feels you don't deserve him. And you believe you really don't.

Pulling away, you looked at him with a smile.

"I'm sorry..." you croak.

"Why are you sorry, Y/N? You met someone else out there?" he asks. Then again, you both didn't really have a proper conclusion to your relationship. You initially felt like you were slowly drifting away from each other as your careers grew, but here he is, having the same sparkle in his eyes as when you last saw each other.

"No... but, it's been very long and I have been ignoring you... breaking my promi-" He suddenly pulls you close and kisses your lips, you deny him at first but you slowly grip his arms and let him have access to your mouth.

Longing is the only feeling you both feel right now as you slowly kiss back and respond to his mouth. His kiss gives you assurance that even after all this time he yearns for you to come back, his assurance that you did what you had to do to get where you are now even at the cost of completely shutting him out. But of course you weren't, you also long for him every single day, but life has to keep going, and you believed that he'd found someone else after all those times. But this moment made you feel wrong about him, and it's now your chance to get things right between the two of you.

"You know, I always assumed you're still my girlfriend." he smirks. He is true though, there was neither a formal nor informal break up effort on both sides, just indifference due to many reasons.

"Well, I assumed you looked for someone else... and I'm to shy to ask how things have been..." you croak, trying not to cry again. You realize your stupidity once more, but he wipes off your tear with his thumb and lifts your chin up to look at him.

"You still owe me a word, you know." he jokes as he walks you back to the cafe, arm wrapped around your shoulder. As soon as you both enter the door, Gary greets his boss while mopping the floor.

"You were right boss, she is pretty!" The barista smiles and gives John a thumbs up to which he replies,

"Guess I'll be back in my office doing paperwork, Gary. You take charge here okay?"

"Yes, Captain!" he jokingly salutes and continues his work.

"You done with that article?" he asks, a tone of concern in his voice.

"Almost.." you reply shyly. You still can't digest everything that happened so far, but your heart keeps on thumping and your mind's been trying to scream something to you.

"You know, I could use some company while I do some paperwork..." the trails off, the tone in his voice shifted into something you felt excited about. Something along those words mixed with that accent sends flutters across your insides.

"If you'd want me to..." you reply as he opens his office door letting you in. It was a small office a sofa just beside the door, two chairs infront of a large office desk filled with scattered papers, ledgers and journals. He quickly folds his laptop and puts it in his bag as you take off your coat, admiring the view. Plaques, certificates and awards plaster across the walls, along with pictures of his staff calendar schedules and some other things scribbled across the whiteboard. He offers his hand and you give him your coat, only to be pinned to the door.

"God, I missed you so fucking much." He breathes as you stare at his cold blue eyes blazing with desire, you know full well where this is going and you have no objections. You wished for this to happen as soon as your plane touched the city.

Unable to form any words, you quickly pucker your lips, signaling him to move closer and kiss you. Now that you're both alone, his kisses felt much more intimate, needier and his tongue explored every possible area he could. You hear the door lock itself and his hand slowly caresses your ass through the tight jeans you're wearing, pressing himself so you could feel the tension growing beneath his slacks. You slowly slide your hand through it and earned yourself a chuckle from him, as he moves his lips below your ear and around your neck, hearing each smack of his lip and sniff of his nose.

You let out a soft moan as you feel overwhelmed on what he does to your body, you couldn't focus on what's going on, your hands rubbing his hard crotch, his hands softly caressing your ass or his mouth doing wonders around your neck. He continues to do this until your pants and whines become erratic and fast and stops just at the right time for you to catch your breath.

You open your eyes to him, who seems to be enjoying your reunion, a sexy smirk across his face. You let out a smile whist still panting, and he seems to like what he sees, letting a soft chuckle.

"I remember that look on you. You're up to something.." He recalls as you push him to the sofa to his side, straddling on his crotch as you unbutton his long sleeves.

He grunts as soon as he plops on the sofa and groans as soon as you slowly wiggle your ass on top of him. You could clearly see the building frustration in his face as well as in his jeans.

You quickly undone seven buttons as he quickly tosses it somewhere and viewed his muscular physique as you sit on him. He became hairier and you find it very sexy, trailing your hand down his body, all while staring at him as seductive as you can. He smiles at the gesture as you slowly unbutton your shirt, never breaking eye contact, until he can't resist anymore and got up from the sofa. He lifts you down and you stand on the floor as he works your way to slide off your jeans. He quickly buried his face on your pussy as soon as he sees it and devours it like a hungry wolf. He never dissappoints as the feeling made you shudder, grabbing onto what's left of his hair in excitement. This goes on up until you softly pull his head out and move to unbuckle his belt, sliding his slacks all the way down as his cock springs free as soon as you take his boxers off.

You stare at him as you slowly jerk your hand around his cock, his eyes almost in a trance, as you teasingly kiss the tip, which was slowly oozing of precum. He grabs your hair and tucks it behind your ear as you slowly swallow his cock, giving him a blowjob that you've always imagined of giving him when you meet again. You're tongue slowly swirling around his length, feeling every vein and skin around it. You countinued mixing it up with your hand and mouth until he groans in anticipation and pulls you out of him.

He slowly gets up and shoves all his paperwork away from his desk and carries you to it, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip on your opening.

You whimper at the first entrance, it felt different than usual, maybe because it's been quite a while since you to have done it, but that didn't stop the both of you from continuing. His eyes mesmerize you as he slowly picks up his rhythm, you can see his chest muscles bounce as he thrusts himself deep in you. He slowly rubs the upper area of your pussy as he thrusts, giving you a sensation that makes you wanna scream in pleasure. But given the circumstances, you only let out small gasps and whimpers. However, his grunts and moans are also getting louder, so you decide to let loose and follow his volume.

"Fuck." You whimper as he continues his fast pace as evidenced by the loud slapping noises. He quickly flips you to the desk and continues to fuck you from behind. Each thrust felt like the desk is inching closer to the wall, you didn't protest as you loved the sensation, how your walls clench as his warm cock slides in and out of you. You feel his motions change and you know full well what that means, you moan softly signaling him thay you're also almost there as he makes his final thrusts and shoots his warm load inside you, feeling the rush of his cum drip as he pulls his cock out.

He pulls you up and reaches for a kiss, a long yet intimate one as you both use the language of kiss to assure that you'll still be the same way no matter how distant it may be.

"See you after my shift?" he murmurs as he puts on his clothes, now all wrinkly and messy.

"Yes." you smile reaching for another kiss.

After preparing to go home, you quickly grab a pen and wrote the word you describe the drink, plaster it on the board and make your way out of the café.

#horRAYfic #codmw #Soap x Reader #john soap mactavish

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Rook Hunt sPICY TIMES

None of you fuckers wanna write it so I will owo || French word translations/guide is at bottom of text

pairing : Rook Hunt x Fem, Shy reader

word count : 3.3k

contents : classroom sex, female receiving oral, over stimulation, vaginal sex, Rook being a confident lil teaser

After the whole fiasco with Eliza, ______ found herself quite needy and even a bit jealous. Seeing her boyfriend go off to try his hand at being a possible option to the ghost bride, sparked a flame in her. That was her boyfriend. Not some ghost’s prospect.

As soon as Rook returned to the college, the rest of the boys that had been rejected in tow, ______ grabbed Rook by his hand. She promised herself that she wouldn’t overreact and that she’d be that perfect little angel that people always told her to be growing up. But as soon as she saw the playful smile Rook greeted her with, her whole face was bright red and she dragged him to open and empty classroom. The whole way Rook wouldn’t shut up, cooing and joking about how assertive she was. Very funny, but this only got to ______ more as he poked and prodded at her jealous. This was very uncharacteristic of his meek girlfriend all together. What on earth could’ve gotten into her, Rook thought.

As she pulled him into the classroom, she blurted out that ‘Rook, you’re my boyfriend! I don’t want to share,’ and a pout quickly placed itself onto her lips. Her blush flared up again and warmed her cheeks at her sudden confession. But while she was embarrassed she even got this jealous, Rook was grinning ear to ear. This was what got her so worked up? Precious. That’s his ______ for ya. Always so soft spoken and skittish. But now, she resembled the tomato Heartslabyul called a dorm leader, but only a little bit.

Without missing a beat, he slowly backed her up into a desk. It was almost like a tango in the way that each step Rook took forwards, _______’s soft foot steps repeated backwards. His hands rested on her hips, tugging the skirt hem ever so slightly up as he set her on the desk, sitting her on her bum rather than the skirt. Ah, much better to see now. Rook was able to examine her face much closer and he was living, getting a new dose of serotonin each second he saw that trademark flustered face.

He leaned in and placed a kiss against her ear as he felt her delicate hands find their way to his shoulders. “How cute,” he whispered. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”

“Pr-Promise?” _____ whined. She curled back a bit as Rook’s hand tangled in her hair. Gently he gripped the back of her head, trapping her in place as he came up for a kiss

“Promis.” Rook leaned in to her lips, ghosting over them, his breath on hers. He waited, a smirk growing as his girlfriend gave another whine, closing the space impatiently. As expected of her, he thought as a throaty hum of a laugh buzzed in his throat. Rook always played these games, seeing how his love would squirm and whine at his teasing. The flustered expression and needy actions drove him up a wall, only egging on his ego and want to play with her. Each reaction fed the hunter instincts in him. And each time it was like the first.

With each needy kiss, the clicking of the pairs lips resounded throughout the empty room. Rook could feel the heat that radiated from his lover’s cheeks and gave a satisfied moan. In turn, the moan buzzed against _____’s lips, tickling. She moaned back but more so at the lack of air only to be granted with a dirty trick.

Rook slid his tongue along _____’s bottom lip as he he let go of her hair. His hands gently gripped her hips. In one swift motion, he yanked ______ to the edge of the desk, hips knocking with her core as her thighs parted to rest on either side of Rook’s torso. As ______ let out a gasp in both shock and need, Rook took the chance to delve his tongue into her mouth, emitting another dark chuckle.

Rook’s hands trailed down, grabbing the back of his girlfriend’s knees, forcing her even closer. As his tongue searched every inch of her mouth, he felt ______’s hands gently grabbing the black coat that he adorned. He smirked, pulling away from her seeing a bit of drool besides the corner of her mouth.

“Allow me.”

Rook shrugged off his jacket, setting it on the desk behind him. He removed the hat he wore, setting it right atop of the jacket and inhaled slowly. When he turned around, he had the most devious grin on his lips. “Minette,” he cooed as he bent down before ______.

"R-Rook..“

”Ma cherie, you’ve been quite bold today, you know,“ the huntsman purred. His gloved hand slid up the skirt of his beloved girlfriend, sending a chill down her spine. She placed her hands behind her on the desk, trying to balance herself as Rook’s other hand pushed her right leg up over his shoulder, granting him easier access. “I wonder,” he trailed off.

He was quick to invite himself underneath the black skirt, grinning at the sight before him. “I see someone has decided to be quite bold, indeed.”

“Rook!” she hissed in embarrassment. She knew exactly what his cocky ass was talking about. ______ had chosen to not wear any underwear at all that day. She wasn’t entirely expecting to have sex in a classroom but she did figure that the confrontation when Rook returned to Night Raven College would go one way or the other.

It was either fight, which was very unlikely for the pair. ______ hardly got angry and if she had an issue, she approached Rook in a calm manner, typically in private.

The other was having sex - granted, she thought Rook would’ve at least taken her back to his dorm first. This was not their first time, not by far. Rook was a very passionate individual and ______ was happy to experience and receiving all of his passion. It wasn’t a constant thing since both were often busy but it was enough times for Rook to know exactly what excited ______ the most and got her going.

Rook waved off her embarrassed cry, slowly spreading the lips of her pussy. Dripping. She was dripping wet already. His gaze grew glazed over in a playful dark haze as he came out from under her skirt. Those emerald eyes gleamed up at his flustered partner.

“I see now,” he hummed. Taking his right glove in his teeth, he yanked the black material off in one swift movement. He proceeded to do the same with the left, setting them on the desk besides ______. “Tell me, minette. Did you plan for this all along? Hmhm.~”

“N-No- Well.. I-I mean,” ______ stammered. Rook nestled himself between her thighs as if it was his natural habitat, watching her grow more and more flustered. His fingernails ran along the underside of her thighs, making ______ jump and whimper. He knew that she was very sensitive to that. He’s playing more dirty than usual.

“Take your time.”

As soon as ______ went to open her mouth, Rook began to pepper kisses languidly up her thighs. Dammit! Both the sensations Rook administrated left _____’s head spinning, thoughts foggy.

“R-Roook,” she breathlessly whined. It was almost like a braindead call for help. The blonde knew exactly what he was doing as he grew closer and closer to the area his talents were currently being requested. But each time he’d get right to the sopping center, he’d b-line over to the other thigh. “Pl-Please.”

“Please, what? Use your words, ma cherie.”

The final blow. This asshole. First he makes her thighs incredibly sensitive, then goes placing kisses everywhere but her pussy. Now, he’s gunna force her to say it. She always understood why but it never made it easier. Rook wanted direct consent but ______ struggled with telling him directly what she wanted. Here and there, he’d be direct in asking if she wanted xyz, but when he wanted to really rile her up and throw her confidence out the window, he made her tell him.

Raising a hand to hide behind, ______ let out a mumbled.

“Hm?~”

“I-I hate you,” she groaned, biting into the back of her hand that she hid behind. “Pl-Please…pl-pl….” _______ took a second to recompose herself, gathering up the courage. “Please touch m-me. U-Use your tongue o-on me. I need you, Rook.”

“Of course, princesse.”

Dipping back under the pleated skirt, Rook’s positioned the right thigh back over his shoulder, giving a bit of leverage. Of course, he didn’t stop teasing her other thigh though. Non, non. He was gently tracing circles with his fingernails on the soft thigh’s back side as Rook’s tongue poked out, giving a short flick over ______’s clit.

Immediately it sent a shiver down ______’s spine as the warm wet tip of Rook’s tongue circled the bundle of nerves. The blonde teased at the bud, speeding up only to slow down a few seconds later, and back and forth. Rook drew back for a second, letting out a sigh. The warm cunt before him twitching at the cold sudden sensation. This in turn, made Rook smirk.

Flattening out his tongue, Rook gave a long slow lick along the folds, tasting his beloved’s slickness; the salty taste faintly invading his mouth with each pass of his tongue. He could hear ______ begin to pant softly as he licked up.

“Hah, R-Rook,” she whimpered. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life. It was almost as if it was the one thing grounding her and keeping her sane as Rook attempted to steal away each ounce of sanity. His tongue always felt amazing. Maybe it was the emotions and hormones, or the setting - maybe even both, but for some reason Rook’s tongue felt heavenly. ______ struggled to keep herself quiet, knowing that people were still around. Class wasn’t exactly over yet. Heck, Vil or Epel might be searching for Rook seeing as ______ took off with him as soon as he returned to campus.

As if on cue, Rook shoved his tongue into her vagina, wiggling it a bit. Immediately, ______ let out a yelp, walls clasping about his tongue. Her back tensed at the strong muscle inside her, wiggling.

“R-Rook!”

______’s hands grabbed at Rook’s hair as she whined loudly. She did her best to be gentle with her grip, but this cocky motherfucker, he only attempted to push his tongue in further. In turn, ______ let out another moan, too caught up to remember where she was.

“R-Rook, i-if you’re going t-to do that, u-use your hands..”

Rook pulled his tongue out and looked up with an evil grin. He licked at his lips, saying “Happily, princesse. Do remember we’re in a classroom, though. You wouldn’t want to get caught now, would you?”

Rook placed a kiss on _____’s clit before grinning devilishly.

“Or maybe,” he paused before practically slamming a finger into his girlfriend’s pussy. “you’re into that.”

It took every cell in ______’s body to hold in her yelps and moans as he fucked her with his pointer finger. Each time Rook’s finger slid in, ______ gasped, trying to silence herself.

“Y-You’re doing this….”

Before she could even finish, Rook’s mouth had returned along side of the finger now. He began to suck on her clit, tongue swirling the bud in his mouth occasionally. Rook heard _____ choke on her words and smirked against her clit. He could felt himself getting hard and his pants growing tight, but this wasn’t about him right now. It was about ______. He knows he can ignore his growing erection for longer than most, choosing to focus on his beloved instead at the time. It was clear she needed that today, maybe even a little more than typical.

The tug at his scalp became tighter as Rook continued to suck on the red pearl. He could hear just how wet ______’s cunt had become. Easing up a bit on the sucking, Rook slowed his finger’s pace, slipping a second into the rhythm. It was tight but that was to be expected ______ was getting close already. Maybe….Rook thought, just perhaps, he’d gone a tad over board.

“Ro- ok!”

He picked up his fingers pace, feeling ______’s walls clenching more and more at each thrust. She’d begun to buck her hips in time with them, like an animal in heat. Her left leg came up, ankles meeting, draped over and pretzelled around Rook’s shoulder.

“I-I’m g-going to..!”

Rook gave a hum as a sign to go ahead and that was all it took to send _____ over the edge. The vibration from Rook’s lips on her sensitive clit was the last straw. She bit her hand trying to be quiet, grunting and gasping as she rode out her orgasm.

Her head was thrown back, strands of hair sticking to the sides of her face, and her chest heaving when she finally settled down. Rook felt the bud on his tongue pulsating from aftershocks but refused to let up just yet. He was far more gentle now but that along side the soft squelch of the cum that now coated the fingers he pumped in and out, were already sending ______ back on the rollercoaster. She whimpered and tried get Rook to let up, impatiently patting the desk almost as if to tap out.

Rook did eventually give up, standing up to look in his girlfriend’s eyes again. He licked at his lips before going in for a sloppy, brief kiss. ______ was quick to wrap her arms up around his shoulders in place of where her legs had just been.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers and chuckled. “Ma cherie, are you perhaps able to go again?“

“My…My legs are k-kinda shaky.”

“I will carry you back regardless.”

“I..O-Okay..”

Rook gave a soft smile, tucking away some of ______’s hair behind her ear. “Êtes-vous certain?“

A phrase Rook had taught her. The first time that they ever had sex he asked her that. Rook had even taught her both proper responses. Whenever he asks that in a soft tone, it reminds ______ of their first time. It fills her stomach with butterflies; this time was no different.

Looking into his eyes, ______ nodded, “Je suis.”

“Good girl. I’m so proud,” Rook whispered. He gave a gentle kiss to her forehead then.

As much as he loved the sweeter, softer moments, Rook did have a bit of a tight situation to take care of. With ______’s consent now, he began to unbuckle his pants. He unbuttoned and pushed down both slacks and boxers to his thighs. You know, just enough to let his cock spring out to say hello.

Rook was longer than he was thick, so ______ thankfully didn’t struggle too much taking it typically. _______ held up her skirt for him and watched as he brought his dick to her folds. As soon as his head touched the wet lips, ______’s chest heaved a bit, shuddering. Everything was very sensitive still. Just Rook’s tip bumping up against her clit was a lot to handle at the moment.

Thankfully, Rook took note of how tense his girlfriend was. Granted she had begun to dig her nails into his shoulder, trying to cope with the sensitivity. After getting his cock slick with _____’s cum, he begun to slowly push himself into her cunt.

“R-Rook!” she practically screeched. Her nails dug into his shoulders,a far more piercing sensation this time. “J-Just get i-it in…D-DON’T STOP.”

Oh, goodness. He did his best to make it as painless and slow as possible but from the way his girlfriend barked that last bit at him, he could tell just how sensitive she really was. As soon as he had fully sheathed himself inside of _____, he brought her into a tight hug, arms wrapping about her waist.

_____ took a very shaky breath and her clawed grip switched to Rook’s back as he hugged her. Tears flooded her vision and threatened to fall, but ______ tried her best to blink them back. As she adjusted better to Rook’s cock, it became much easier to breath and relax.

“I can stop. Would you like to just return to my room, minette?”

“N-No. I’m okay. J-Just…s-sensitive.”

“Then I shall be gentle.”

And just as promised Rook began to rock his hips back and forth at a gentle pace. He leaned into ______’s neck and began to suck and pepper kisses all over. When he tugged down the collar of her shirt, he was able to hit a sensitive spot and began sucking. Rook felt ______’s nails ease up on his back and rather become a gentle grip on his vest and shirt.

“Ah,” _____ gasped. She let her head lean back and allowed herself to embrace all of the sensations and feelings. Aside from the sucking noise and faint panting, the wet smack of Rook’s cock grinding in and out of ______ filled them room. She took a moment to think about how taboo and dangerous this scenario is. Any of the students or teachers could walk in. She hadn’t exactly been the most quiet. And as she thought about it, she found herself reaching closer to another high already. Something about the risk made her adrenaline go off running and brought her closer and closer.

Rook on the other hand, was pretty close, and had abandoned making hickies. He panted, head in the crook of ______’s neck. He picked up his pace a bit, chasing after his own orgasm. He felt ______’s walls clenching down and he smirked a bit.

He reached down with one hand and began rubbing circles on ______’s clit again with his thumb. She immediately let out a moan and her breath hitched. Perfect, Rook thought. He kept his pacing not too fast but not too slow, trying not to hurt his girlfriend too much. But it was obvious that she was close with just the added touch again.

As the pair chased after their orgasms, ______’s nails returned, digging into Rook’s shoulders. Her pussy clamped down on Rook’s cock and her eyes practically rolled back as she reached her second orgasm.

Rook was so close though and abandoned rubbing ______’s clit, grabbing her hips. He began to ram into her faster, a tight grip on her hips that was sure to leave a bruise later on. But that was the last thing on his mind at the very moment. Rook’s breath hitched and he gave a final slam of his hips into _____’s, hot ropes of cum shooting inside of her.

The pair caught their breath, a mess of sweat, tangled limbs, and cum.

______ was the first to pipe up, letting go of Rook finally. “W-We…We should g-get out of here,” she advised. That shy soft voice had returned as she was no longer caught up in her own pleasure. The embarrassment of it all stained her face red to which Rook could only chuckle.

He slipped out of ______, causing her to let out a soft moan that was hidden behind her hand. Rook put himself back into his pants, quickly redressing himself as if nothing had happened at all. As he placed the hat he loved back on his head, he reached for his gloves besides _____’s waist. Slipping them on he offered his hand to his lady whose face once again resembled that of Heartslabyul dorm leader’s when he lost his temper.

She tried to hop down for the desk but lost her balance immediately. Her legs were shaking and she could barely stand as Rook’s arms wrapped about her for support.

“Je suis désolée. I said I’d carry you,” Rook said with a tinge regret for not acting quick enough. He swiftly picked up his girlfriend and gave her that charming smile she loved. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Th-Thank you..”

—–

I feel like a few of these are easy but i put them here in case:

Promis - I promise/ Promise

Ma cherie - my darling

Minette - kitten

Princesse - Princess

Non - no

Êtes-vous certain? - Are you certain?

Je suis - I’m sure/I am

Je suis désolée - I’m sorry

#rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #spicy #twisted wonderland #twst #fem reader #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt twisted wonderland #fanfiction #rook hunt x you #rook hunt x mc

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