#I just had to write this down before I forgot

[kashverse]

Please nanami hurt/comfort I'm on my knees🙇‍♀️

the high priestess of the kashverse is incapable of writing angst, you must understand. i still hope you like this though :)

sometimes, you didn’t like how nanami worked himself to the bone. it wasn’t that he resented it—on the contrary, he did it so effortlessly, like it was just part of his existence. cleaning, cooking, making sure yuuji was entertained, doing all the little things that made a house a home. it was admirable, but also exhausting to witness. and whenever you tried to help, he hesitated.

just a split-second pause before he handed you a knife, before he let you fold the laundry, before he let you take something off his plate. it was like he had to fight some deeply ingrained instinct that told him he had to do it all alone. which made you wonder—what were you here for, then? to come home, play with yuuji, and sleep beside him every night? to be a guest in your own marriage? you hated feeling that way. hated the way it simmered inside you, quiet and bitter, whenever you reached for a chore and he gently but firmly redirected you away.

so tonight, you didn’t ask. you just sat down beside him at the kitchen table, took a pod from the basket, and started peeling peas. for a moment, nanami didn’t say anything. he only glanced at you from the corner of his eye, watching as you carefully split open the shell and thumbed out the little green pearls.

"you don’t have to," he murmured after a beat, fingers still working rhythmically, effortlessly. "i know," you said, plucking another pod from the pile. "but i want to."

he sighed—not in annoyance, but something closer to surrender. it was quiet work, the kind that slowed the world down, the kind that didn’t require thinking. and yet, his brows were furrowed, his mouth pressed into that familiar, pensive line.

then, without looking at you—"i’m sorry."

you glanced up, fingers still absently working the peas. "for what?"

"for not letting you help." he exhaled softly, shaking his head. “i don’t—it's not that i don’t think you’re capable. it’s just… easier, sometimes, to do things myself. to have them done a certain way.” you smiled a little. “you mean the right way.” nanami huffed a quiet, amused breath through his nose. "maybe."

"you’re kind of a control freak, you know that?"

"i do."

and yet, despite his usual insistence on perfection, his pace slowed just a little, like he was finally allowing himself to share the weight of the work. silence stretched between you again, but this time, it was comfortable.

and then—"yuuji tried to eat a rock today."

you blinked. "what."

nanami nodded gravely. “he was very confident about it. told me it looked like one of my cookies.” you snorted, shoulders shaking with barely-contained laughter. "which ones?"

"the oatmeal ones."

that did it—you burst into laughter, head tipping back, and nanami tried to hold back his own smile but failed spectacularly, shaking his head in exasperation.

"i swear, he’s going to give me a heart attack before i turn forty."

you giggled, nudging your knee against his under the table. "but he’s cute."

"debatable."

you both fell into an easy rhythm again, peeling peas in quiet companionship, the weight in your chest finally easing. because nanami wasn’t perfect. he messed up. he held on too tight sometimes, carried too much, forgot how to share the load. but he was learning, and that was enough.

[ladycremecaramel]

So this was my ask from a long time ago, and I had thoughts of mgit (modern girl in thedas) story for this, but it never came to fruition. What I did do, though, was write a drabble from the Inquistor's POV. I thought it was long gone, but I stumbled upon it through my Google docs. After reading it, I thought I would post it here.

For context, the woman's name is Nora, and she is married and has a kid. There was an accident of some sort where the husband and child didn't survive, but she did and wound up in Thedas with the mark on her hand. She didn't want anything to do with the Inquisition as her spouse and child were her whole world and was grieving. She didn't care if she lived or died, but her moral compass of wanting to help those in need prevented her from outright killing herself.

Over time, the grief becomes...less in a way. After the fall of Haven and becoming the Inquisitor, her depression ramps up again but also has conflicting feelings about Cullen.

Then she becomes kidnapped red templars and...I forgot what they called the evil mages that worked for Corypheus were called. The ones that went crazy or were they called blood mages? Anyway, their plan was to 'kill' the Inquisitor and then use necromancy on her dead body to have control of the mark. Obviously, that doesn't happen cuz the Inquisition comes to the rescue juuuust in time.

So here it is. Below this is a TW of depression, blood, thoughts of suicide, and mentions of rape

Whack.

She yelped in pain as he punched the side of her face again. Another swollen bruise to add the collection on her body and face. She tried to wrench her wrists free of her binds, but the rope held tight was starting to cut into her skin. “Why am I fighting this? Don’t I want to die?” She thought to herself as her body struggled against her captors. 

She wasn’t sure, but her thoughts were stilled when a rough hand grabbed her by the throat. The red templar forced her to look up at him as he tightened his grip. Staring into the glowing crimson eyes, he snarled. “Should I let them rape you, mage? If you keep fighting, I won’t let you have any dignity left.” 

Nora froze upon hearing those words. To be raped and let whatever was to be become of her? His grip was tightening as she went limp with fear. If she were to die anyway, she wanted to at least have the choice to stay intact. The man stilled his tightening grip and slowly loosened his hold to see if she would struggle again. She didn’t move. Taking as a sign of surrender, he ordered the other men to bind her legs quickly. 

Everything moved quickly in a blur for her after that as she was carried to the open wooden box and placed inside. Her eyes began to sting with tears while her captors placed the lid on top and hammered it down with nails. She couldn’t see anything, but she could hear their voices. 

Soon she heard what sounded like chanting. It sounded low and in another language. What was going on out there? Did it matter? She watched interior of the box glow at the seams with a dark purple energy. It glowed brighter and brighter what felt like the longest time before it faded away, plunging her back into darkness. 

The next thing she knew was that box was being lifted and then lowered back down. She rocked back and forth with the casket, but it soon lurched with a soft thump. Nora fidgeted around with her hands tied in front of her until she heard the sound dirt being poured on top of the box she was in. Her eyes grew wide, and she sobbed. “This is it. This is how I die.” She thought as she tried to calm herself and accept her fate as she was being buried alive. 

“It shouldn’t be painful. I’ll fall unconscious as I lose oxygen. I’ll get to see my boys again soon. Just like I always wanted. I would have already offed myself if I didn’t have this fucking curse on my hand. They wanted their world saved though. My stupid guilty, noble do-the-right-thing just HAD to win out…” 

She thought like this as the sound of the dirt grew fainter. She assumed it was because her grave was almost filled up. She wondered how much time she actually had. It could be a few minutes to possibly a few hours or so she was told by Google. Looks like she was going to test that theory. 

Nora let her mind sift through all her memories. From her childhood to her adolescent days to adulthood. Then it went to more recent memories of losing her husband and child in a flash of green and then winding up in Thedas. Going through the story of the game or most of it anyway. She thought about the companions she met and actually becoming friends with them. She even thought about him. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him still but he definitely made her heart race. 

She wasn’t sure how much time has passed but the sound of the dirt stopped and she heard muffled shouts and what sounded like metal clashing. She strained her ears as best as she could. She couldn’t tell how deep she was buried but it didn’t sound like she was buried too deep or she wouldn’t have likely heard anything. 

She was starting to feel tired. When she heard a muffled angry voice that sounded like...

��Cassandra?”

They came all this way for me?

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Aaaaannnnd end. That's it. Then my ask picks up from there.

You don't have to do this one. DAi: LI's only. After locating the Inky's they find that their leader is nowhere in sight. After some fruitless interrogating, they hear a faint THUMP THUMP THUMP and muffled screaming. They search for the source and find a half filled grave and the sound of their leader under the dirt. Their reaction: Discovering their Inky was buried alive.

Cassandra: Her heart drops, and the panic doesn’t even have time to settle before she is loudly barking orders and trying to steady her breathing. The second she gets the Inquisitor out of his shallow grave; she grabs him in a big hug and refuses to let go. The seeker is far from a merciful person, any may Andraste protect whoever dared do this to the person she loves. For a second she looks up at the man she loves, dirty and bruised with a mixture of panic and fear in his eyes. She doesn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if they hadn’t gotten there sooner. 

Solas: Bring along the fury of a wolf and you will end up being ripped apart by the pack, this is very much apparent with Solas. The apostate is quick on his feet, helping his vhenan out of the grave and staring at the people responsible whom they just questioned; he has murder in his gaze. The only thing stopping him from acting then and there is the soft touch from his lover, her shaking body quickly moving closer to him for comfort. He would never forgive the people who did this and the ones who survived his visit later that night were the unlucky ones.

Dorian: At first he is rather unsettling, extremely calm and soft-spoken, only to lash out when someone makes a rather poor comment as the Inquisitor is helped out of his grave. Dorian feels utterly helpless and furious when he sees his Amatus like that, the man has bruises around his wrists showing he was tied; a busted lip and a tired gaze. he knows that if they had been slower the man he loved would’ve been underneath them all along but lacking the consciousness to ever speak up about where he was. One wrong clue or details lost could’ve led to being one minute too late. And that terrifies him.

Sera: May whatever god these people look up to be a just and forgiving one; because Sera sure as hell isn’t. As soon as Inky is out of that grave, an arrow is lodged into the leg of the nearest guilty person; and she has to be held back from jumping the man. She has no mercy for these people, and absolutely no pity for them as their screams reach her ears. Sera is scarily silent as she calms down, quickly finding her girlfriend and latching onto her- a shaky breath escaping her as she promises that she won’t ever let this happen again.

Blackwall: Honestly; it would surprise noone if Thom admitted to having done this himself, seeing as how calm he was when he was met with the issue itself; quick and steady hands knowing what to do right away. He doesn’t speak much when the Inquisitor stumbles out of the grave, clinging onto him and gasping for air and shaking. The tears in her eyes is enough to send his very being into a angry rampage; but he simply stays silent. Comforting his lover as he leads her away from the site, the others can deal with the vermin.

Iron Bull: May whoever did this rest in peace, because honestly they messed up the second they dared to mess with anyone who had contacts within the chargers. Bull is extremely gentle and careful with his lover; the poor thing shaking and it breaks his heart the second he sees the bruises on their face. Being buried alive is not fun, he would know. He is more aware than anyone else how lucky they were; because you loose oxygen fast in a casket. He lets out a shaky breath before kissing their face, muttering an apology for taking so long.

Josephine: When she had heard the word of what happened, she couldn’t help but close herself inside the office and just cry. Leliana had made sure she got time to let out all the worry and stress as she awaited for her lover to return. When they did? They were met by Josephine, puffy eyes and a lip that she had clearly chewed on more than enough to draw blood. And she only started crying again when she saw their bruised face, just about starting to heal from traveling back. She hated that she had to let them go on these trips; but she knew stopping them would only make things worse. With a tired sigh she grabs their hand, they needed a few hours. Just to be.

Cullen: He was the one leading the rescue operation, and he thought he had the ability to act cool. But when the Inquisitor is helped up from the casket and is finally able to see in the much brighter area; she sees him acting extremely out of character. The man on the ground is bleeding heavily from his face as Cassandra pulls the commander away from him. Cullen had been scared, he had felt so lonely when he found out that his rage blinded him and for a split second he wanted nothing else but to kill the person responsible. He feels his anger melt when the hand of his loved one is carefully placed on his cheek, as she whispers for him to calm down. She is bruised, tired and was probably on her last breaths. He would never forgive himself for allowing this to happen to begin with, but may the maker have mercy on the people responsible. They would face the wrath of Cullen Rutherford.

[melosliving]

You did jealous reader now give us jealous Aaron pls. I was thinking jealous of reader’s ex. But that’s just an idea. Xoxo

LET ME COOOOOOK 🤓 i made it fluff sorryyyyy😩 but tell me if you want a smut version ! I had so much fun writing this honestly I looooove jealous aaron DOWN . Hope you’ll like it baby ❤️❤️

dad!aaron pierre x mom!reader

your child gets in trouble with… your ex’s kid..

You were already so annoyed walking into that principal’s office, but the moment your eyes landed on him, your entire mood shifted from irritated to pissed. "Oh hell no,"

Your ex.

Of all people.

Sitting there with his arms folded, looking just as unimpressed as you, his kid sitting beside him with the same damn attitude. You sucked your teeth, crossing your arms, because of course your child had gotten into a fight with his child.

Aaron picked up on the shift immediately, his gaze flicking from you to your ex, his jaw tightening. "You know him?"

Before you could even answer, your ex leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Damn, I didn’t expect to see you today."

Aaron’s hand found your waist instinctively, pulling you in closer. You tilted your head, looking him up and down like you were sizing him up. "Don’t talk to me."

The principal, clearly exhausted before the conversation even began, sighed and rubbed her temples. "Let’s get to the point. The kids got into a fight—"

"Correction," you interrupted, "Elijah defended himself."

Your ex scoffed. "That’s not what I heard." You turned to the principal. "Who started it?"

She hesitated. "Technically, the argument started over a toy—"

Your ex’s partner cut in, leaning forward to look at you, exasperated. "Let’s be real, your kid threw the first hit."

You didn’t even blink. "Excuse me ? And why was that ? Because your kid put his hands on him first."

The principal tried to regain control of the room, but at this point, you and your ex were locked in a standoff.

"You always did like to twist shit around," your ex muttered, shaking his head.

You barked out a laugh, sharp and humorless. "And you always did like running your mouth with nothing to back it up. Don’t try me today."

Aaron leaned in slightly, his voice low but firm. "Watch your tone with her."

Your ex smirked, his eyes flicking between you and Aaron like he enjoyed pushing buttons. "Relax, man. We’re just talking."

Aaron didn’t even blink. "No, you’re talking. And I suggest you stop while you’re ahead."

The principal let out the deepest sigh of her life. "Okay, let’s focus on the kids—"

"Right," you said, taking a deep breath, because you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin. You turned to your child, who had been sitting quietly beside you, watching the whole exchange with wide eyes. "We’re going to talk about this at home, but what you’re not going to do is let anybody put their hands on you without consequences. You hear me eli ?"

Your son nodded firmly. "Yes, Mommy."

Your ex sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "See ? This is the problem—"

Aaron cut him off. "Problem is, you don’t know when to shut the hell up."

You smirked, leaning in slightly. "Tell him."

By the time the principal finally wrapped things up, you were more than ready to leave. You grabbed Elijah’s hand, turning to walk out, but just as you reached the hallway, you heard his voice behind you.

"You know, you still look good."

You froze.

Aaron did too.

This man had the audacity to lean against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin crawl. "I forgot how fine you were when you were mad."

Aaron stiffened, his whole body going rigid.

You turned on your heel so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. "What did you just say to me ? Baby hold my purse." You say, holding your purse out to Aaron.

Your ex chuckled. "Damn, you still got that fire in you. Used to love it."

You took a slow, deliberate step toward him, tilting your head. "Say some dumb shit like that again in front of my kid and my man, and I promise you, your kid won’t be the only one with a black eye."

Aaron exhaled sharply, taking your purse and rubbing his temple like he was trying to keep it together. But the way his hand clenched into a fist ? Oh, he was two seconds away from losing it.

Your ex held up his hands, amused. "Relax, relax. Just reminiscing."

Aaron finally stepped in, standing chest to chest with him, his voice dangerously low. "Try that disrespectful shit again, and you’ll be reminiscing from the hospital. Don’t play."

Your ex raised a brow, clearly debating whether or not this was worth it. Eventually, he scoffed and backed up, shaking his head. "Aight. I see how it is."

You gave him one last once-over before rolling your eyes. "see why I left your ass in the past. Stupid ass ni-."

Aaron’s arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you toward the exit. You could feel the tension radiating off of him, his fingers gripping your side just a little tighter than usual.

"You good baby ?" you asked.

His jaw flexed. "I should’ve hit him."

You snorted. "Trust me, I was this close."

Aaron sighed, shaking his head before finally glancing at you. His lips twitched slightly, like he was trying so hard not to smile. "You really told him you’d black his eye."

You shrugged, smug. "And I meant it."

Aaron exhaled, finally letting the tension go, before pulling you in closer and pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "That’s my girl."

@ melosliving 2025

[myonexox]

THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTER

pairing : childhood best friend!sunghoon x female!reader

genre : romance, fluff, slow burn, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, childhood friends au, idiots in love

synopsis : two childhood best friends, you and sunghoon, who secretly like each other but are too afraid to confess. as you spend time together, you start to notice the little things, the small gestures that show how much you truly care for each other. in the end, you both realize that love isn’t just about big moments but the little things that matter most.

word count : 4.7k

now playing : xo (only if you say yes) by enhypen (i was listening to this song the whole time while writing. it has that whole falling in love vibe, you know? and the lyrics kinda remind me of sunghoon. the way the song tells a story about a boy who’s willing to do anything for the person he loves, it’s literally him. so yeah, i highly recommend listening to it as you read)

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

you had been in love with your childhood best friend, sunghoon, for years. you didn’t know when exactly the feeling had settled into your heart. maybe it had always been there, waiting for you to acknowledge it. but you remembered everything about how your story with him began.

it started when you were five years old. the neighborhood park was your favorite place and it was where you met him for the first time. you were trying to reach for a butterfly, standing on your tiptoes on the playground slide when you lost your balance and nearly tumbled down. just before you could fall, a small hand caught yours. it was him. a boy with curious eyes looking at you with concern.

“are you okay?” he had asked, tilting his head.

you nodded, embarrassed. “i was trying to catch the butterfly”

he looked up at the sky where the butterfly had already flown away then back at you. “i can help next time”

that was the beginning.

from that day on, you and sunghoon were inseparable. your mothers were friends which meant playdates, matching outfits and meals together. he became the boy who always waited for you outside your house and who walked beside you every time you went to the park.

every day was an adventure. you would race each other down the street, only for him to slow down at the last second and let you win. you built sandcastles at the park even though they always collapsed because neither of you knew how to make them strong. you picked dandelions together and made wishes.

and he was always there for you. when you scraped your knee, he was the one who rushed to find a bandaid. when the neighborhood kids refused to let you play in their pretend castle, he declared that he would build a bigger one just for you. and he did, using pillows and blankets in your living room. when you got sick, he would draw silly doodles on get-well cards, slipping them under your door so you wouldn’t feel lonely.

as you both grew older, your adventures changed but your bond didn’t. elementary school was all about trading lunch, sitting next to each other in class and sharing little secrets. you helped him with his homework when he got stuck and he shielded you from the teacher’s scolding when you forgot yours. during school field trips, he always saved you a seat next to him and whenever you had to partner up for assignments, you didn’t even need to ask, it was just a given that you and sunghoon were a team. even during recess, while other kids formed new friendships, you and sunghoon remained a pair, always finding your way back to each other.

middle school came and with it, the awkward years. he hit his growth spurt earlier than you, towering over you one day when just the week before, you had been the same height. his voice started to change, deepening slightly and you couldn’t ignore how other girls started to notice him. you told yourself it didn’t matter. you were his best friend and that was all there was to it.

but then came the small moments that made your heart stutter. like when he slung his arm around your shoulder so casually. like when he leaned down just to meet your eyes. like when he always seemed to notice the tiniest details about you. when you were sad, when you were tired, when you needed someone to cheer you up. he always knew. he always listened.

you should have known then. but you didn’t, not yet.

it wasn’t until high school that realization truly hit you. the first time you saw him in his uniform, looking taller and more mature, your heart did something weird in your chest. you tried to ignore it. you told yourself it was just because you weren’t used to seeing him like that.

but then there was the way he treated you, different but not in a bad way. he had always been protective of you but in high school, it became more obvious. if someone made you uncomfortable, he was there in an instant, his presence alone enough to make them back off. if you were carrying something heavy, he took it from you without a word. and when you got sick, he showed up at your house with medicine and your favorite snacks.

then there were the times when he looked at you, like really looked at you. like the time you got dressed up for a school event and when you stepped out, his breath hitched just slightly before he smiled at you. like the time you fell asleep on the bus during a school trip and he let you rest your head on his shoulder, not moving an inch the entire ride. like the time he whispered your name, just your name but it made your heart feel so full you thought it might burst.

it was a million little things.

you realized it when he defended you from a senior who spoke to you rudely. you realized it when he remembered things about you that even you had forgotten. and you realized it when he ran to your house in the rain because he knew you were upset and needed someone and that someone was always him.

and one day, you couldn’t deny it anymore. you were in love with sunghoon. you were in love with your childhood best friend.

but you never told him. because what if he didn’t feel the same? what if you ruined everything? he was your best friend, the person who had been with you through every moment of your life. if you confessed and he didn’t like you back, would things change? would he start avoiding you? would you lose him completely?

so you decided to stay quiet. you told yourself it was better this way. you would rather love him in silence than risk losing him forever.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

saturday arrived and as planned, you made your way to sunghoon’s house for your study session. it was something you both had promised to do earlier in the week, knowing that your math test was coming up on wednesday. sunghoon had never been the biggest fan of studying but with enough convincing, you managed to get him to agree. you rang the doorbell and waited for a few moments before the door swung open, revealing him in a casual hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy as if he had just woken up from a nap.

“you’re here” he said with a grin, stepping aside to let you in.

“of course i am. you think i’d let you slack off before our test?” you teased, slipping off your shoes at the entrance.

he let out a dramatic sigh. “i was hoping you’d forget”

you chuckled. “you wish”

his parents weren’t home. they had gone out for the day to visit some relatives in another city. it wasn’t the first time you had been over when they weren’t around and you were comfortable enough in their home that it didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. you followed him upstairs to his room. his desk was already set up with textbooks, notebooks and a couple of pens.

for the next few hours, the two of you went over equations, formulas and problem-solving techniques. sunghoon, true to his nature, grumbled every now and then but he still managed to focus for the most part. you explained concepts to him whenever he got stuck, watching as his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. every so often, he would lean back in his chair, stretching his arms with an exaggerated groan before throwing you a look that practically screamed ‘i’m suffering.’

eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he slumped forward onto his desk, groaning loudly. “ugh, i can’t take it anymore. my brain is officially fried”

you looked up from your notes, smiling slightly. “come on, we’ve only been studying for—” you glanced at the clock. “okay, maybe we have been at it for a while. i didn't notice it”

“exactly” he muttered, lifting his head slightly to look at you. “we need a break. if we keep going, my brain is going to melt and i’m going to blame you for it”

you laughed. “alright, fine. you have a point. we can’t afford to burn out before the actual test, right?”

he immediately perked up. “great! let’s go downstairs and watch a movie or something”

you didn’t object. honestly, you could use the break too. packing away your books, you followed him out of his room and down the stairs. as you stepped into the living room, he gestured toward the couch. “you pick the movie first. i’ll go grab some snacks for us”

that was another thing about him. he never picked the movie. not even once. you had asked him before why he always made you choose and he said, “i like everything you like.” at the time, you hadn’t thought much of it but now, it made your heart flutter whenever you remembered it.

settling onto the couch, you scrolled through the movie options, your choice already obvious. horror was your favorite genre and sunghoon, despite his complaints that you always picked scary movies, never objected. he always watched them with you even when he claimed he didn’t like them. smiling to yourself, you selected a horror film and waited for him to return.

a few minutes later, he came back with his arms full of chips, popcorn, candy and a couple of soda cans. he dumped them onto the coffee table before flopping onto the couch beside you. “you picked horror, didn’t you?”

you smiled, raising an eyebrow. “how do you know?”

he let out an exaggerated sigh but grabbed a handful of popcorn anyway. “of course i know. but if i get nightmares, you’re responsible”

“you never get nightmares”

“you don’t know that”

laughing, you pressed play and the movie began. the two of you settled in, munching on snacks as eerie music filled the room. as the movie progressed, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him every now and then.

by the time the credits rolled, the sky outside had started to darken. you sighed, stretching your arms as you realized how much time had passed. “i should probably head home before it gets too late”

he nodded, still watching the screen as the last of the credits played. you reached into your pocket for your phone, intending to check the time but your hand came up empty. frowning, you patted your other pocket. still nothing.

“hey, did you see my phone?” you asked, glancing at sunghoon.

he turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. “hm?”

“my phone. did you see it?” you repeated.

“wasn’t it with you?”

you shook your head. “i thought so but it’s not in my pocket”

the two of you began searching around the couch, pushing aside pillows and shifting through the pile of snacks but your phone was nowhere to be found.

“maybe you left it upstairs when we were studying?” he suggested, already moving to stand up. “wait here, let me get it for you”

you waved him off. “it’s okay i’ll get it myself”

“okay” he said.

you made your way back upstairs to his room. sure enough, your phone was sitting right on his bed, exactly where you must have left it earlier. picking it up, you checked the time. 6 pm. definitely time to head home.

but when you were about to walk out, your eyes caught something unusual. a unique notebook lay next to sunghoon’s pillow, one you had never seen before. it was different from his school notebooks, the ones he used for studying. this one had a leather cover, slightly worn at the edges as if it had been used frequently. your curiosity spiked instantly.

you hesitated, looking toward the door to make sure sunghoon wasn’t there. taking a deep breath, you slowly climbed onto his bed and reached for the notebook, settling on the edge of the bed as you held the book in your hands.

you knew this was wrong. you knew you shouldn’t take it or open it. even though he was your best friend, you still had no right to read his diary. it was his personal stuff and you should have respected his privacy. but you were curious. it killed you and you just knew that you would never stop thinking about it once you got home if you didn’t at least take a peek.

you sighed, running your fingers over the cover before hesitantly opening the book.

“i’m sorry sunghoon” you whispered to yourself.

your mind told you to be sane, to close it and walk out but your heart screamed at you to open it and read. and since you were an F in your mbti, you tended to follow your feelings more. so you decided to choose your heart.

it would be fine. right? you were only going to read one or two pages and then stop. you promised yourself. then you opened it.

the first page was written with a title “things i love about her”

you frowned. who was ‘her’? did he like someone? at school? how come he never told you anything? your mind raced with a million thoughts. but you pushed them aside and turned to the next page.

the second page was titled “my best friend”

you froze. your eyes widened. about... you? wait. why would he even write anything about you? and you were his only best friend. or… did he has another best friend?

you flipped to the next page, eyes scanning the date written at the top. it was from your first year of high school. you and sunghoon were seniors now.

page after page, you kept flipping even though you told yourself to stop. but the more you read, the more impossible it became to stop.

1 : her kind heart

i remember the day we found that stray cat on the way home. it was raining and she didn’t even hesitate to run under the pouring sky to rescue it. we were completely drenched, our uniform sticking to our skin, our shoes soaked with mud but she didn’t care at all. she held that tiny kitten against her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

i told her she was crazy but she just laughed, hugging the kitten even closer.

“sunghoon, it was cold and scared. what was i supposed to do, leave it there?” she had said.

then she kept it for a week before finding a proper home for it. but every single day, she fed it, cared for it, loved it. that’s the kind of person she is. selfless. kind. beautiful.

she doesn't realize it but she makes the world softer and better just by being in it.

i remember the way she cried when she had to give the kitten away. she tried to hide it but i saw, y/n. i saw how much you cared. how much you love even the smallest things.

i wonder if she knows how much i love her for it.

2 : her sense of humor

she laughs at the dumbest jokes. and i mean 'the dumbest'.

one time, i dropped my pen in class and groaned because it rolled under someone’s chair. then she whispered “that pen just wanted to be free”

i gave her a look but she was already laughing. her hands covering her face as she tried (and failed) to muffle the sound. and just like that, i laughed too. because her laughter is infectious. it spreads like wildfire, igniting everyone around her.

she has a way of making things feel lighter even when everything feels heavy.

i could listen to her laugh forever.

3 : her intelligence and determination

i hate studying. she loves it.

she’s always been so determined to do well, always pushing herself to be better. when i get lazy, she drags me back in. when i say i can’t do it, she proves that i can.

“you’re not dumb, sunghoon. you just don’t try”

maybe she’s right. maybe i don’t try enough. but she does. and i admire that more than she knows.

i’ve never told her but i love watching her study. the way her brows furrow in concentration, the way she bites her lip when she’s deep in thought. it’s fascinating.

4 : her smile and laugh

i wish i could record it. just once.

her laughter. her smile. the way her eyes crinkle at the corners, the way her lips curl just before she bursts into giggles.

if i had that recording, i’d listen to it every night before i sleep. because nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful as she does.

5 : the way she talks

she talks a lot.

but i never mind. not even once.

her voice is... so calming. she makes talking easy even when i don’t know what to say. she makes silence feel comfortable. i think that’s rare.

i could listen to her talk everyday, endlessly. she never runs out of things to say and somehow, i never get tired of hearing them. she makes even the simplest stories sound like something worth listening to. i could sit next to her forever, just listening.

6 : her hair

she always complains about her hair.

“my bangs aren’t cooperating today”

“i should’ve tied it up”

but i don’t see what she sees. i see sunlight catching in her strands, the way they sway when she moves, the way she tucks them behind her ear.

i like it. i like her...

7 : her beautiful eyes

i could stare at them forever. not in a creepy way (okay, maybe a little creepy). but they hold so much. i don't know how to explain it. but whenever she looks at me, i can never look away no matter how hard i try.

her eyes... they're just so beautiful.

i don’t think words could ever describe how much i love them. i could get lost in them for hours.

no, her eyes aren’t just beautiful. they’re everything.

8 : her adventurous soul

since we were kids, she’s always been the one to drag me into trouble. climbing trees. exploring abandoned buildings. running through the rain without an umbrella just for the thrill of it.

she hasn’t changed til now. and i like that she hasn’t.

she still pushes me out of my comfort zone, still drags me along to do things i’d probably never consider on my own.

i used to complain about it. about how reckless she was, about how she never thought things through. but i think, deep down, i’ve always liked that about her. i like the way she throws herself into life so fearlessly. i like the way she makes the ordinary feel exciting.

and... i like that she’s never stopped pulling me along with her.

the next pages were filled with even more things. you swallowed hard. this wasn’t just a diary. this was a collection of every little thing he loved about you.

your heart pounded. what was this? why would he write something like this?

you shouldn’t have read it in the first place. but you did. and now, you could never unsee it. you were... confused.

you held onto the notebook, your mind reeling from what you had just read. every small detail about you, things you never even thought he noticed... he had written it all down. the way you laughed, the way you talked, even the way you tucked your hair behind your ear. he noticed everything.

but why?

before you could gather your thoughts, a voice snapped you out of your trance.

“hey, what’s taking you so long?”

you jumped, your eyes widening as you turned around to see sunghoon standing by the door. but then his gaze dropped to the notebook in your hands and his entire body stiffened. his eyes widened in panic before he strode forward in urgency.

“wait, no—”

before you could react, he reached for the book and snatched it away from your hands, gripping it tightly as if his life depended on it.

“why… why do you read this?” his voice came out weak, almost vulnerable, something you had never heard before from him.

but instead of answering, you asked the question that was burning inside you. “why did you write it?”

he sucked in a sharp breath. he was at a loss for words. he wanted to lie, to make up some excuse, to tell you that it was nothing but he knew there was no way he could do it. you had already read part of it. there was no turning back now.

so in a desperate attempt to shift the subject, he repeated “why do you read this? this is my book. you can’t just take and open something that belongs to me. it’s my privacy”

but you ignored his protests, your eyes locking onto his. “tell me! why would you write something like that about me?”

silence.

a deep sigh escaped his lips before he finally muttered “are you stupid or what?”

your brows knitted together in confusion. “what?”

internally, sunghoon was screaming. his heart was hammering inside his chest and his mind was a chaotic mess. how was he supposed to explain this? how was he supposed to tell you everything he had kept hidden for so long?

he never meant for you to find out this way. in fact, he never meant for you to find out at all. but now that you had, he had no choice but to be honest.

he felt like everything had turned upside down, like all the secrets he had tried to hide were suddenly being revealed. the way you looked at him now, confused, searching, waiting for answers made his chest tighten. he had spent so long keeping his feelings under lock and key, convincing himself that it was better this way, that it was safer if you never knew.

because the truth? he had been liking you for a long time. longer than he could even remember.

it started with the little things, the subtle glances he stole when you weren’t looking. you never noticed but his eyes always found you in a crowded room. he watched you. he had always watched you. not in a way that was meant to be creepy or anything but in the way someone admired a piece of art from afar, afraid that getting too close might ruin its beauty.

he noticed every little thing about you and god, he adored it all. most of all, he... loved you. so much.

you never realized how often he went out of his way just to be close to you. how he would adjust his pace to match yours when you walked together. how he always seemed to have your favorite snack on hand, pretending like it was just a coincidence and offered you some or gave them all to you.

how he memorized your coffee order, how he always stayed up late just to help you study and how he would make up excuses just to see you, pretending like he needed help with something when in reality, he just wanted to spend more time with you.

but you never noticed. and maybe that was for the best. because no matter how much he wanted to tell you, he was afraid. just like you, he was afraid that if he told you the truth, it would ruin everything. afraid that if you didn’t feel the same, your friendship would crumble and he would lose you completely. and losing you? that was the one thing he could never bear.

so he kept quiet. he buried his feelings deep, convincing himself that as long as he could stay by your side, that was more than enough. that he could live with the ache in his chest as long as he got to see you smile, as long as he got to hear your voice, as long as he could keep talking to you.

but now, standing here with you looking at him like that, he knew there was no more running away from the truth. it was out in the open now. and there was nothing he could do but finally, finally let his heart speak.

taking a deep breath, he finally spoke. “i’ve been liking you— no, loving you since... i don’t even know when”

your heart stopped.

he looked down at the notebook in his hands, his fingers tightening around it. “at first, i wrote this diary out of boredom. when i didn’t know what to do, i wrote it because you were my best friend. the closest person to me. who else would i write about? i was with you all the time and you were the one i always admired, the one i always looked at so i couldn’t help but write about you”

he let out a bitter chuckle. “but i didn’t realize that all i had been doing wasn’t because you were just my best friend. it was because you were more than that. it took me long enough to understand it too”

he finally looked at you. “but if you don’t like me back, i understand. really, i do. i won’t force you to feel the same way. i just... i just needed to say it because i couldn’t keep it in anymore” he paused then continued “if you don’t feel the same way, we can just forget this ever happened. i don’t want to lose you so we can just pretend i never said anything and—”

“sunghoon” you cut him off. you took a deep breath, your own emotions bubbling to the surface. “i like you too”

his eyes widened in shock. “what?”

“i like you too sunghoon. no, scratch that. i love you... too”

he stared at you, utterly speechless.

“i don’t even know when it started...” you continued “maybe it was when you walked me home every day and you didn't even complain about it. maybe it was when you always saved the last piece of my favorite snack for me even when you wanted it too. maybe it was when you stayed up all night helping me study even though you hated studying yourself. or maybe it was... when i realized that no matter what happened, you were always there for me. no matter how much i pushed you away, no matter how much i annoyed you, you never left. you were always there, sunghoon. and i think... i think that’s when i knew i loved you”

silence stretched between you. then he let out a small, breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “we’re both idiots, aren’t we? how come we never noticed it before?”

you nodded with a smile on your lips. “yeah, the biggest ones”

a soft chuckle escaped him before he finally sat down next to you. “so... does this mean you’re mine now?” he asked teasingly.

you rolled your eyes playfully. “i’ve always been yours, idiot”

his lips curled into a soft smile. and in that moment, you knew, this was it. this was where you belonged. with him.

then he suddenly pulled you closer. “if you’ve always been mine” he whispered “then that means i get to do this”

before you could respond, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips making your breath hitch. you stared at him as he pulled away, stunned while he simply grinned.

“you’re ridiculous” you muttered though you couldn’t hide your smile.

“and you love me for it”

you sighed dramatically. “unfortunately”

he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. “we really are idiots”

you nuzzled into his warmth, feeling your heart swell with joy. “yeah but at least we’re idiots together”

you couldn’t believe it. park sunghoon, your childhood best friend, the boy who had been by your side since you were little, the person you had been silently in love with for years felt the same way.

he had loved you too, all this time in the quiet ways you never noticed. he had spent years convincing himself that what he felt was one-sided, that confessing would ruin everything. but now, knowing that you loved him back, it felt like the weight he had been carrying for so long had finally lifted.

how many moments had he spent looking at you, memorizing every little detail, cherishing the time he had with you even if you never saw him the same way? and how many times had you caught yourself staring at him, wondering if he could ever look at you as more than just his best friend? it was funny, really. you both spent so much time worrying, overthinking, assuming the worst when in reality, you had always belonged to each other.

and you knew, in the end, it wasn’t the grand gestures or dramatic confessions that mattered most. it was these little things. the moments that seemed insignificant at the time but built something stronger than either of you had realized. the way love wasn’t just in the words spoken but in the actions that had been there all along.

the little things that matter...

[monstersflashlight]

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Orc professor (part 2): late for class

Orc x chubby fem!reader || power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, exhibitionism (kinda), oral sex, size kink, age gap, degradation, praise kink

“If you want to show me your pussy, my cum better be leaking out of it. Do you understand?”

His words still echoed in your brain when you were getting dressed the next morning. You were already wet, and you fingered yourself to the memory of his dick in your pussy last evening. You were a bit sore, but the fact that you could still feel him made everything more intense, hotter… sexier. And it made everything so much better.

You decided to wear your pencil skirt this time, and blame it on your bad luck, but you spilled your coffee all over it. Cursing yourself, you changed as fast as possible, but not fast enough that you could get to class early as you knew you should.

By the time you arrived, he was writing something on the board. “Good morning, sir,” you enunciated very slowly, looking at him for directions as you saw the other few students entering behind you.

He turned around and stared at you with such intensity you felt your whole body react. You were almost panting, biting your lip not to groan out loud. “Good morning. You can sit down while I go to my office for a second.”

The other two students nodded and he passed you on his way to the door. He looked at you in such a way that you knew what you had to do without him having to say anything. You let your stuff on your usual seat and smiled at the girl who sat next to you, mumbling about going to get some coffee before class. She nodded with a smile and you had to stop yourself from running to his office.

You arrived just in time for him to pull you inside by the waist, pressing you against the door and kissing you senseless just like he did yesterday, his tusks feeling incredible against your jaw. His hands were traveling up and down your body, groping your ass and your thighs as he grunted against your lips.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back and passing his hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture. “You were late. And I thought you regretted what happened yesterday. I was freaking out, little human. And then you walked out like nothing happened looking hot enough to eat and smelling like me… Good goddess. Do you know what you do to me?” He pressed his hips against your middle and you moaned at the feel of his huge hard on.

“I- I can feel it,” you stuttered, your voice quivering when his hands squeezed your ass, parting your cheeks and letting one of his fingers rub over your lace covered asshole.

“You have no idea. And now I can’t even fuck you properly. I can’t ruin you the way I want because you were late.” He punctuated each word with a squeeze and a roll of his hips. You panted, so horny you were about to burst and he didn’t even touch you. “Goddess, you smell so fucking good…” He whispered, burying his face on your neck and inhaling deeply.

“I’m sorry… I- I spilled coffee on my skirt and had to change and then I forgot a book and have to open the door again and…” Your rambling was interrupted by his lip covering yours again, swallowing your explanation as he grunted, his hands massaging your ass-cheeks once again.

“What do you have after my class?” He asked, his breathing labored, almost desperate.

“A couple more classes,” you told him, mentally checking if you could skip any of them. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t. You were a damn good student… Even if you were fucking your way through one of your subjects.

“Shit.” He passed his hand through his hair again, messing it up and making you want to whimper. “Okay, okay. I have classes after lunch, but I’ll be here around four-ish. Does that work for you?” You nodded fervently. “Okay, I expect you to show me how sorry you really are for being late and depriving me from what I was promised.”

“I can… I can give you my panties now,” you offered, feeling the lace sticking to your pussy lips like a second skin because you were that wet.

“I don’t want them. I want you to be feeling how wet I made you all day. I want you to be uncomfortable and thinking about my cock deep inside your pussy until you are so horny you are desperate to come. Until you know how slutty you really are…” You moaned, his words igniting a fire inside of you that made your brain short-circuit. “Now, compose yourself, we have a very interesting class ahead. I’m sure you are dying to know about the survival strategies of cacti,” he said with a laugh, making you let out a choked giggle. You weren’t expecting him to joke. Shit, why did that make him hotter?

The class was boring, but you didn’t even care about it. You didn’t care about anything but the feel of your wet panties against your pussy and his words resonating inside your brain. He made a point of looking directly at you a couple times, going as far as to ask you something about what he was saying, just to huff in annoyance when you didn’t answer correctly. But he smirked in your direction and that was enough to send you spiraling into a thousand of new horny thoughts.

You left his class as fast as you could, trying very hard to look normal when you passed him, but his knowing smile only made your clit pulsate harder, your core clenching around nothing and making you want to beg him to take pity on you and fuck you right then and there. But you were stronger than that, so you left his class on your way to the next one.

You didn’t take a single note the rest of the day, your brain filled with possibilities and images of his hard dick. The feel of his lips against yours, and the ideas of how would feel against your lower lips… Your brain was running a mile per minute, and you couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t the rub of the lace against your clit. It was exhilarating and maddening at the same time, and by the time four rolled around, you were on the edge and you had to run to his office in need of release.

You knocked rapidly, and when you opened and saw him there, shirt rolled over his big green forearms and glasses pushed down on his nose you almost came right there. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy it wasn’t fair at all.

“Come on in,” he said as soon as you closed the door behind yourself.

You tried to lock it, but he shook his head… Oh shit, that made you even wetter. The idea that you could get caught. That somebody could just walk in and know how much of a slut you were, that you were fucking your professor for a good grade…

You moaned and he chuckled. “Come here, little human, I almost hear your brain short-circuiting.” You walked to him, your steps measured so you wouldn’t fall. Your knees feel like jelly, and your pussy is so wet you are sure he can hear it from the desk. “So… Did you think about what you are going to do to redeem yourself from not meeting your end of our deal this morning?” You nod. “Go ahead, tell me.”

You’d been thinking about it all day. Your whole brain occupied by thoughts of his cock inside of you, against you, spilling in and over you… But there was one thought that surpassed all others. “I- I want to suck you off, sir.”

He smirked, his tusks framing his plush lips in a way that made your clit tingle. “Is that so? But you have such a tiny human mouth, I don’t know if you’d be able to fit me…” He teased, making you blush. You gave him your panties everyday, and that’s what got you to blush, him teasing you… Incredible.

“I will. It will. It will fit, sir,” you stuttered. This orc made your brain so fuzzy you could barely process words correctly anymore. You could barely talk when he was close, especially now that you were moments away from sucking his dick down your throat.

“Prove it then, little slut.”

You dropped to your knees so fast you moaned when you hit the floor, the spark of pain focusing your brain for a second. But the second you touched his big-as-tree-trunks thighs, your brain disconnected again. Only heat and lust left behind. You pulled down his fly in a slow movement, staring up at him as he looked back at you with an indescribable look.

You took his dick out and gasped again. You already saw it, you had it inside of you, but it was nothing compared with the realization that you were about to fit that inside your mouth. Maybe he was right, and it wouldn’t fit.

His eyes were tender when he looked down at you. “Relax, you don’t have to take all of it, just whatever you are comfortable with. I like you submitting to me, but I don’t want to hurt you in any way. Do you understand?” You nodded, relief running down your body and making you even hornier.

“Okay,” you whispered.

And then you launched.

You pulled out your tongue and started mapping the veins of his huge shaft one after the other. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair with such force you could hear the leather breaking. You smiled against his dick and he grunted, one of his hands fisting your hair and urging you where he wanted you more. You complied, you wanted nothing more but to be a good girl for him, a good slutty human for him.

You took his head into your mouth, your lips so stretched it was almost uncomfortable, but you liked it. You loved the feel of his cock inside your mouth, it was exhilarating in a way you weren’t expecting. You weren’t one to like giving head in general, you preferred to go down on girls than guys, but definitely wasn’t your go to activity, but right there… You fucking loved it.

You rolled your tongue around the tip, teasing the underside where you knew he was especially sensitive. He moaned over you, his fist pulling at your hair and making you moan around him, which made him almost whimper and let out a series of curses that would make a pirate blush.

You kept going at it, you couldn’t get past a few centimeters, he was too wide for you to get him to the back of your throat, but by the glassy look in his eyes you understood it was enough. You were messy, your saliva getting everywhere as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was looking down at you reverently, and you couldn’t hold back a few more moans, who made him thrust up accidentally. You pulled back coughing, eyes teary and a few tears rolling down. He groaned at the sigh, and you felt your clit pulsating with your heartbeat. You were so close to coming, you wanted nothing more but to touch yourself. You threw your body to him again, but he stopped you with the hand tangled in your curls.

“I want to fuck your pretty face, would you let me, little slut? Would you let me use you like my personal fuck toy?” You whimpered, nodding against his thigh as he pulled your head back by the hair. “Such a good girl for me, already so needy and desperate. Look at you… You look so dirty like that. Remind me to take a pic so I can enjoy you later,” his words made you emit a guttural moan.

The idea of him taking pics of you like that, make up running and lips swollen… it made you feel hot. It made you feel so horny you could feel your juices dripping down to the floor under you, your panties so wet they couldn’t hold your gushing pussy anymore.

“You like that? You like me having pictures of how pretty you look all fucked up? Why do I even ask, of course you do, you are such a little slut for me. Now open up.” You obeyed and he directed his dick back against your welcoming mouth. “Tap my leg three times if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded again. “Words. How many times?”

“Three. I tap three times if it’s too much,” you repeat, breathless already.

“Good girl.”

And then he started a brutal pace. He used his hold on your hair to direct your movements, moving your head forward until you couldn’t take it further and then retreating. Repeating that process until something inside of you gave out and you felt him slip inside your throat. It was almost too much, you couldn’t breathe, but your eyes rolled back into your head at the sight of him in pleasure.

He pulled back to let you breathe, looking down at you with reverence. “You look so fucked out I want to ruin you. Would you let me ruin you, little human?” You nodded, unable to form words. “Such a good girl for me.” He pulled your head forward and started to fuck your mouth in earnest.

Your brain was fuzzy, your pussy so wet you could feel it dripping down, and your clit asking for attention. The weight of his cock against your tongue, his hand on your hair and his curses over you were driving you insane.

“Touch yourself for me, little human. Come around your tiny fingers. Show me how much you like sucking my orc cock,” his permission was enough, your hand traveling down your body and rubbing frantically against your clit, over the lace.

His pace became erratic, and your fingers rubbed so hard you were almost afraid to set your clit on fire. But it was so good, the combination of sensations so intense you were about to come.

“I’m about to come. Do you want it? Do you want to swallow my come or do you want it in your face, little slut?” You sucked harder, pushing your head further down, swallowing around him to indicate you wanted it. You wanted to swallow him whole.

That was all it took. He growled over you and pushed his dick as far as he could before you felt the first shot of his come in the back of your throat. He pulled back a little to avoid chocking you, the final spurs of his release filling your mouth to the brim, some of it dripping down your chin.

The second he opened his eyes and looked down at you, his dick still in your mouth, you were done. You flicked your clit one last time before you melted, pulling back and spilling the rest of his come over your boobs as you cried out your own release.

Your vision whited out, your ears ringing as you felt your body moving as he pulled you up onto his lap, his hands caressing your back as he whispered sweet nothings that your brain couldn’t process.

He took some tissues from the box on his desk and carefully cleaned your messy face. “You didn’t take the pic,” you told him.

“We didn’t talk about it beforehand. I wouldn’t risk stepping over your possible boundaries like that.” Your heart skipped a beat. “But don’t worry, we’ll have more opportunities if that’s something you’d enjoy…”

“We will?” You asked, a bit confused but a spark of hope blooming inside your chest.

“I’m not letting go of your sweet, sweet slutty pussy anytime soon,” he told you, kissing your forehead as his hand traveled down until it met your dripping panties. “I would like this panties now, thank you,” he whispered against your ear, you could sense his smirk on his tone, making you laugh so hard you snorted.

[ishasturnz]

‘ Awkward Apologies ‘

dividers by:@ianrkives

authors note: i’m really hoping my smut writing is good because i genuinely don’t know how smut writers do it..

Summary: A few weeks ago when you and Chris thought you were gonna be home alone after matt left with nick, Unannounced Nick came back home early and walked in on you and Chris…

Contains: porn without plot, getting caught, ROUGHHH sex, nick being dramatic.

word count: 722

character count: 3271

4:57 PM

“Nick and I are heading out to grab some Cane's; we'll be back soon,” Matt announced, his voice full of annoyance as he jingled his keys and checked that his wallet was tucked securely in his pocket. Nick, a few steps behind, Just stood with a stupid smile on his face after bugging Matt about getting canes.

“Alrighty, it’s not like we’re even going anywhere so the door should be unlocked by the time you guys get here.” My was tone neutral since me and Chris were watching a movie on the TV.

5:25 PM

The bed creaked loudly under the weight of both our bodies

Chris pounds into you mercilessly as you moan louder. “couldn’t- fuck… FUCK y/n- couldn’t wait until they left..” Chris groaned and railed into you harder from behind.

He pushes your back down so it arches more somehow making him go deeper than before and making his cock hit magic spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuh- fuck!” You moaned, no screamed out in pure bliss. You swore sometimes you could feel his cock pick at your heart sometimes.

His Hand grips onto the headboard of his bed which was unbelievably hitting the wall hard. Most likely leaving a dent in it.

Almost hard enough to probably break the bed in general.

Our noises somehow grew louder and louder each and every second. The sheets practically were covered in sweat, drool, tears, and other substances.

The one thing we should’ve heard, we missed.

Nick opening the entrance door.

He most likely had already gotten an earful of unholy noises coming from Chris’s room starting from when he opened the door and passed his room.

6:01 PM

Nick started to approach Chris’s room, not even thinking about the unholy scene he was about to witness.

The doorknob twisted and opened to a very traumatized-looking Nick— “What the FUCK!”

Me and Chris quickly pulled our bodies apart from where they met and scrambled up the blankets to cover our nude bodies up.

“Nick why the fuck are you back so early?!” Chris yelled while covering himself up from being exposed to his brother.

“The real question is, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?!” Nick screaming out of pure disgust and disdain.

“I thought you guys weren’t coming back until later on?!” I screamed, holding up the blanket over my bare breasts and lower body.

“You guys are legitimately fucking SICKENING.” Nick sternly spoke before slamming Chris’s door for us to do whatever we had to do after.

A day after

My thoughts continued to spiral around the fact Nick caught me and Chris in the most intimate way possible.

Every time we saw each other we couldn’t even look into each other’s eyes.

After begging Chris to take me to ShopRite to buy cake mix and frosting he finally agreed to do so.

“You realize he probably forgot already right?” Chris drove keeping one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh gently squeezing.

“That doesn’t matter Chris, that’s like saying I’d forget when you thought it’d be a good idea to put paper towels in the oven.” My voice still a bit worn out from the acts that happened a day prior. “Those two things literally don’t correlate at all.”

“—Thats not the point..!” I didn’t yell loud enough to be considered screaming just loud enough to be considered as whiny.

Back at the house, 2:37 PM

Chris helped me bake the cake while Nick was still out at a meeting, Matt was asleep probably not going to wake up until 3:00.

We frosted it and put writing on it so the apology wasn’t as verbal since it’d be a bit awkward saying it out loud.

4:06 PM

Nick was finally back in the house, I waited till I heard him go upstairs and close his door before running to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

I left the casing on so nothing spilt and I went straight up to Nick’s room. I quietly knocked waiting for him to open the door.

The opened and I handed him the cake with a fork, “M’sorry nick..” my apology sounded sincere and heartfelt.

“Yeah yeah I forgive you—“ He hugged you to show that he actually forgave you before pausing and saying something else.

“But next time I even HEAR the smallest bit of you guys fucking i’m gonna kill myself.”

“Nicolas!”

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MASTERLIST

[fanaticsnail]

The Wall

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 900+

Synopsis: Growing tired of concubines and the complexities that arise from hiring them at inconvenient times, Doflamingo has procured an unlikely alternative. Alongside your other duties as house cleaning staff, all members of the maid and wait service takes turns in becoming 'The Wall'. It is your turn.

Themes: Doflamingo x afab!reader, NSFW, SMUT, MDNI, 18+, DEAD DOVE, dub con, bondage, gags, P in V sex, non gendered terms used, no established relationship, you're in the wall, 'Little Hole' term used as semi-endearment, semi-yandere Doflamingo, lord x subordinate, sub x dom.

Notes: @quinloki and @hannahbarberra162 had some thoughts, and I needed to see what it looked like. I did share a little glimpse of this one on discord, and it was very fun to write. Had to add just a little bit more.

The day had begun like any other for the king of Dressrosa. Rising in his bed, barely still tucked in his linens while the warmth of the sun kissed his skin through the gossamer curtains, and shrugging off the morning sleep until all that remained was his steely cock extended out with the morn. 

He had long-since removed all concubines from his services. Their incessant mewling, or somewhat tears at the hard stretch of his large cock, or the fact too many had asked to see his eyes beneath the shroud of rose-tinted lenses had long since bored him. Instead, he created 'The Wall'. 

Turning his unshrouded gaze towards the wall, he noticed his favoured half-body was on the roter. He had never seen your face, simply your ass and pussy stuffed through a hole. Your legs were pressed up to your chest and locked in place within straps and harnesses, a gag through your lips and tucked securely between your teeth. 

You were employed as a nurse to attend to the young master. If you had known your duties would involve this, you may have never sought him out. Wriggling in a minor discomfort to the fold, you halted as a large hand splayed over your ass, thumb spreading your cunt open and hot breath tingling against your core. 

"My, my. If it isn't my favourite little hole," he spoke into your dripping pussy, rolling out his tongue and gently laving through your folds. "They must need me to sign off on some boring documents, or something far beneath me, to start my day with this one."

You bit down hard as you felt his tongue dip into your cunt, stretching your tight hole with a grinding squirm of his thick morsel. He hummed into your core before slowly slipping it out of you, leaving you feeling absent. As you moved to adjust your bound hands, you muffled your muted scream into the gag as you felt his velvety cock puncture your cunt without further warning. 

`"Ah, I forgot how good this one was," he groaned out as he slipped in deeper, "While I could sit by and keep licking your pussy without a care in the world, I assume they're waiting for me." He sunk down to the hilt, forcing your belly to bulge beneath the large, mushroomed tip and thick, tanned cock inside you. 

"Fuck," he cursed out softly, "So tight, but oh so perfect for me." He immediately began a brutal pace, balls slapping against your puckered entrance with every hard swing of his hips clapping into your ass cheeks. "Perfectly shaped little hole, all ready and waiting just for me."

Tears began to spill from your cheeks, knowing that this rough treatment was only going to make your house duties all the more difficult under the pain of that dull ache. His cock punctured your cervix, almost feeling as if he was attempting to shoot his seed deep within your womb with every hard buck forward. 

"Hhah, that's my good little hole. You just take it, don't you?" He groaned, already feeling his edge begin to teeter on the precious of euphoria, "You're gonna take it all. Make no mistake, little one. You're going to take everything I give you." 

His hips only continued as he felt your cunt suck on him, warming his shaft, and spreading your own slick on his cock. You hated yourself for liking this, for feeling this way, for truly enjoying having your organs constrict to take him in. 

At a few more thrusts, Doflamingo buried himself down into your abdomen and as thick ribbons of his viscous release overshot your pussy and flooded your insides. You squeaked out as he continued to groan while his beastly cock released its seed within your throbbing and raw pussy. 

"That's my good little hole," he gasped as his hands moved from your ass cheeks to closer to your cunt. He withdrew his cock, releasing the gush of his cum from your drooling pussy. Sinking down to eye level, he chuckled as his fingers moved the cum and began to fuck it back inside you with two of his thick fingers. You tried not to make a sound, knowing that it usually irritated him to hear enjoyment on the other side of the wall. 

"Keep it all in," he ordered you, feeling the way you clenched around him at the sound of his command, "That's it. Keep my cum inside you, and you'll get a little present." He leaned forward, using his fingers to plug your gaping pussy while his lips found your quivering pearl. 

Mouthing and flickering his tongue over your clit, he felt the way you clenched over his digits and held onto him tightly at every pass of his muscle. He hummed into you, not stopping for a moment - even at the knock on his bedroom door. 

"Young Master," the voice called from beyond the wood, "Your hole has chores to complete elsewhere. Please refrain from playing with it after you have used it." You squirmed against his fingers, finding his hand all too willing to hold you stationary so he could enjoy the clamp of your cunt onto his fingers.

Doflamingo paid the voice no mind, continuing to hum into your core while hooking his fingers up against your g-spot. You felt yourself reach the point of ecstasy almost shattering on the brim, only to be left wanting as his fingers and lips left you. You grit your teeth hard on the gag in your mouth, channelling your frustration in a way that would have you silent - as per Doflamingo's explicit orders.

"Fine," Doflamingo growled out to the voice beyond the wall. Rising to his feet and taking a look at how your exposed, dripping cunt began to ooze his release over the curvature of your skin. His eyes glazed over at the thought of simply remaining behind with you. Instead, he began to dress himself for the morning with his cock beginning to deflate with a mixture of your and his juices still lingering on his shaft,

"Ensure this hole is the one that greets me by the end of the day," he orders firmly, watching for your reaction and noticing a twitch to your abdomen and pulse from your core. His smile rose only further when the confirmation from his staff beyond the door spoke once more. 

"Yes, my lord.”

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Prompt: House Elf (Jan 26th) | @moonwater-microfic | Words: 596

"Have you asked him about K yet?"

Remus kept his attention on the book in front of him. Two more inches and he'd finish his essay. Provide six reasons for the 1763 Goblin Rebellion in-

"Mo-oony," Sirius sang.

With a sigh, Remus raised his eyes. "Can't this wait?"

"No," he answered, moving Remus' parchment aside and sprawling across the coffee table. "The goblins died years ago, their history isn't going to change."

Lips tightening, Remus sat back in his chair. They stared at each other for a moment before he answered, "No, I haven't asked him who he's been writing to."

"Why not?"

"Because if this is going to work out, I can't be creeping over his every correspondence-"

At that moment, a messy set of black hair appeared over the back of the seat. "Who's creeping over who?"

"Sirius won't tell me who Reg's been writing to, and thinks I should ask."

Sirius sighed dramatically. "I'm just saying that if it was my boyfriend-"

"That would be weird-" Remus offered.

"You'd be carrying on the family tradition-" added James.

"I'd be sick-" spoke Pete, taking a seat.

Sirius fixed each of them with a glare in turn.

"No. I'd want to know."

Remus looked between them, before sighing. "Fine. If you think it's necessary…"

And with that, he headed out of the portrait hole.

"But… you already know, don't you?" James asked in a hushed undertone.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, but believe me… I can't explain it well enough. This has got to come from Regulus."

---------------------

Peter, James and Sirius were in the Great Hall when Remus rejoined them later.

They dropped their conversation as he sat down, waiting in a pointed silence.

James broke it first.

"Well? What's the verdict?"

Remus shook his head, reaching for some lamb.

"Did he tell you?" Sirius asked, not trying to keep the curiosity from his face.

Remus ignored him, at first, but he fixed his stare on him as he bit harshly into a stick of carrot.

"He told me."

"And?"

"What did he tell you?" Peter asked, "Who is it?"

Remus sat, breathing with forced regularity. "Do you want to tell them, or shall I?"

"Oh no, the floor's all yours mate," Sirius responded, bearing an amused grin.

"Well… he cancelled our date-" Remus' eyes flickered briefly to Sirius as they often did when he spoke of his relationship, "-to write a return letter to… his house elf."

Stunned silence met his words. Well, excluding Sirius' raucous laughter.

"He- what?" James asked, perplexed.

Remus' cheeks had pinked slightly.

"He was writing to his house elf. He'd promised he would and… well, he did."

"Wait. So he skipped seeing you to write to a- Wow. Well, no offence mate-" he directed this at Sirius, "-but your brother is fucking nuts."

No one made the obvious joke, and Remus was silently grateful.

"So why are your cheeks so red?" Peter asked, confounded. It only served to make Remus blush harder.

"Because," Sirius answered for him, "He thinks it's sweet. Reg probably said some cute shit about how he gets off on looking after lesser beings and our Moony here forgot he's a human worthy of being loved by a normal person for 29 days a month - give or take - and probably fucking melted."

"Close enough." The four of them turned to see Regulus walking between the two tables, towards Remus.

"Ugh," Sirius grumbled, "I'm going. Don't start 'til I've gone."

Regulus merely flipped him off, leaning down towards his boyfriend with a coy smile on his face.

[tiedyeflannels]

Never Let You Go

Park Jimin x reader

Pt.1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 - Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Angst to Fluff

A/N: Here's the last part! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy!

6 months. 6 months felt like nothing after returning from the US. Jin and Hobi were busy doing their own things like promotions, content for ARMY, writing and producing songs, and a frickin’ WORLD TOUR. So… Things got busy real quick since I came back, but it’s been a blast!

And now, it’s June and the rest of the members were scheduled to come back from their service soon. We (Jin, Hobi, and I) had already picked up Namjoon and Tae, but when I asked when the others were getting out, they refused to answer me which led to today…

“You promised me that we would get food and that’s what I’m expecting,” I said, crossing my arms and glaring at the members currently sitting in front of me in van. I slumped against the third-row seat of the van as I watched a couple of them smile. It was something that set me ill at ease.

“We will, we just need to stop somewhere first,” Jin said, prompting me to sigh and look out the window. I looked around at the buildings, when something caught my eye.

“You have to be kidding me,” I mumbled under my breath as we stopped by the gate to a military base. “I knew something fishy was happening when you didn’t tell me when the others were getting released.”

Tae snickered as they all started to undo their seatbelts and got out of the car, making me do the same.

“We knew that you wouldn’t have come if we didn’t,” Jin nudged me as we walked through the gate and to an open area with a few other families who were waiting for their sons too. 

“You’re not wrong about that,” I muttered, crossing my arms. I watched as the surrounding families talked excitedly with one another before doubts started to creep in my head.

Should I even be here? What if…

“What if I make things awkward by being here?”

What if he doesn’t want me… here?

“Now, why would that happen,” Namjoon asked, making me turn toward him. 

“Yeah,” Hobi started, “If anything, he should be the one that’s awkward. You did everything you could so you could mend the situation, and he ghosted you. It’s his fault, not yours, so keep your chin up!”

I sent a small smile his way as a thanks, but I still couldn’t shake the nervous feeling in my gut. 

“I’m still nervous though.”

“And that’s okay,” Tae smiled and put a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. “You haven’t seen or talked to him in 2 years, it’s normal to feel nervous, but don’t feel that way just because he might be mad that you’re here. Jungkook is getting released today, so if he asks why you’re here, just say you’re here to support Jk!”

I squinted at Tae with a sly smile, “When did you get so wise?”

He chuckled and was about to say something before someone beat him to it, “It was all that time at the super cool base of his.”

We all turned to the voice and watched as Jungkook happily made his way over to us. 

“Jaykay~” “Jin~”

I chuckled as the youngest and oldest pulled each other into a hug. I continued to watch the others take turns hugging the youngest before it was my turn. I smiled as he turned his attention to me and scooped me into a hug, spinning us around before setting me down. 

“I missed you, Y/n/n! How was America,” he asked, giving me one last squeeze before pulling away.

“It was good! Kind of boring though, without you guys there, but I had fun,” I smiled.

“How was your time here,” I asked glancing at the building that stood a ways away from where we were.

He shrugged, “Eh. Fine, I guess. Don’t even get me started on Jimin.”

I tensed up, letting my nerves get the better of me.

“Speaking of,” Namjoon started, looking at the building Jungkook had come out of, “Where is he?”

Jk looked back, then turned to the group, “He said there was something he forgot to pack when we were starting to leave so… he should be joining us fairly soon.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear because as soon as Jungkook finished his sentence, Jimin came walking out of the front doors. 

I peaked around Jk’s arm and watched as he made his way over to us with a relieved smile. I was technically blocked by Jungkook, so I watched as Jimin gave some of the members that approached him a hug while striking up a conversation. I smiled fondly as I watched him joke around and happily laugh with the others while he was unaware of my presence behind Jungkook.

That was until said person made his way over to Jimin, leaving me to awkwardly stand out in the open, not sure what to do. I fiddled with my fingers as the group kept on talking before Jimin took a simple glance in my direction, effectively stopping what he was saying.

Anxiety started to run through me as he just… stared at me, with a blank expression.

He dropped his bags and started to slowly make his way towards me while my mind was racing, trying to come up with an excuse as to why I was here.

I nervously chuckled when he stopped in front of me- looking everywhere but him, “Hey… Just setting the record straight; the members tricked me into co-”

Jimin hurriedly wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug and buried his head in the crook of my neck- effectively catching me by surprise and making me freeze against his touch. My brows furrowed in confusion- not sure what was going on until he muttered something that I couldn’t quite catch. I hummed in question, prompting Jimin to repeat it.

“I’m so sorry.”

My eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry that I ghosted you. That I left you wondering what you did wrong. That I let you leave without giving you an explanation.”

Tears started to wet my shoulder as he cried. I finally wrapped my arms around his torso while letting the tears that were building up silently fall down my face as he continued. 

“I read every single text you sent me when you were in the US and I should’ve texted back.”

“Why didn’t you,” I sobbed, tightly gripping the back of his shirt, “I always gave you the chance!”

“I know,” he pulled back, allowing me to see face. It was red and blotchy from the crying with tears still making their descent on his cheeks, but he still looked perfect. 

“But I didn’t think I deserved to after what I said to you,” he continued. “We were about to enlist, and I wanted to push you away because I didn’t want it to be hard for you, but that didn’t work out like I wanted…”

I let out a humorless laugh as I brought my hands to his face to wipe tears. 

“You dummy,” I gently smiled when he leaned into my touch.

“I know. That’s not an excuse and I’m really sorry. If you wanted nothing to do with me anymore; I get it. I wouldn’t want to be with me after that either.”

I shook my head. “Don’t think that! Would I have sent you a text nearly every day for two years if I didn’t want to be with you?”

“No,” he whispered.

I manually shook his head, earning a small smile.

“No, of course not! Though, you’re going to have to make it up, but I’m not that easy to let go.”

He shook his head as a fond smile graced his lips at my confession and wrapped me up in a hug again.

“I could never let you go,” he whispered, making me smile.

“Let’s go home, hmm?”

He pulled apart from the hug, looked me in the eyes and nodded, “Let’s go home.”

Bonus~

“So… how was Jimin during your service,” Jin asked Jungkook, who was accompanying the oldest in the front.

The maknae sighed, “He did great with the jobs he was given, but a lot of the time, he would talk about Y/n. He couldn’t even sleep that well.” 

Jin chuckled, “That’s funny because Y/n/n also had trouble sleeping.”

Both of them smiled and peeked toward the back row of the van where the both of you sat. You had your head on Jimin’s shoulder while he rested his on top on yours, peacefully sleeping now that both of you had each other back.

“It’s kind of funny how they won’t admit that they need each other as much as they do,” Jungkook said, facing forward again, leaving you both to catch up on some much-needed sleep.

[thatpyroblogs]

Once again I find myself discovering some small obscure piece of mythology and going down a rabbit hole of trying to find whatever information I can find. In this case it is the desire to find out more about Angelos, supposedly a daughter of Zeus and Hera.

First, let me just say what an absolute pain it is to find information on a goddess that has a name still in use to this day. Every attempt to try and find research papers on the topic is hindered by the fact that most searches tend to think I'm trying to find papers using the author's name. Attempting to use advanced settings has thus far told me there are zero papers about Angelos. Or at least zero papers accessible to someone without academic access.

Now for what I was able to find. There appears to be only one surviving story on Angelos written by the Greek poet Theocritus. Except that's not entirely true. From what I can understand the surviving story isn't actually the original story, but instead commentary on the original story. This commentary is on Theocritus' poem Idyll II.

Okay so let's look at Idyll II before we get into the commentary. The summary isn't super helpful in my opinion because it says the poem is a monologue by a girl named Simaetha who is laying a fire-spell upon her neglectful lover and that feels like a major simplification of the poem if you read it. Reading the poem yourself you find that Simaetha seems to imply that she slept with this lover after he courted her and, once he got what he wanted, he ghosted her and is pursuing other loves so now she's calling upon Hecate to curse him.

Alright, so now the question is how does this relate to Angelos? Well from what I understand the commentary likely has to do with the mention of Hecate in the Idyll II. Supposedly Angelos might be a proto-verison of Hecate. Of course I can't be 100% certain what the commentary says because the only source for it is the book Scholia in Theocritum Vetera by Carl Wendel. Now good news is you can read this book for free here. Bad news, it is only readable if you can read ancient Greek, which is why a lot of what I've written on the commentary is speculation gleamed from what others have said about it.

This circles back to the one English source I found on Angelos which is Wikipedia. Wikipedia claims the one myth for Angelos involves her stealing Hera's anointments and giving them to one of Zeus' lovers (Europa). Hera does not take kindly to this and Angelos is forced to flee and hide from her mother. She first hides with a woman in labor before hiding among some people are carrying a dead man where Hera finally gives up chasing her. Zeus than orders Angelos to be cleansed by the Cabeiri (another rabbit hole I am pointedly looking away from) in the waters of a lake tied to the Underworld.

The scholia commentary I am unable to read apparently cites this myth when talking about possible origins for Hecate, which seems to imply that after Angelos is cleansed in the Underworld's waters she becomes Hecate. Also if I'm understanding the references on Wikipedia correctly they all seem to imply that the ancient Greek write Sophron is the one who wrote down the Angelos myth the scholia refers to.

Overall Angelos seems like a really interesting character that appears to have become the unfortunate victim of the passage of time and a lack of interest in lesser known Greek deities.

EDIT: I had ignored the 4th source on the Angelos Wikipedia page because it was an old German encyclopedia which I had zero hope of finding. Except apparently the full text that is being referenced is on Wikisource and can therefore be read. I completely forgot that Wikisource exists. This source appears to corroborate that Sophron is the source of all the information we know about Angelos. The notes indicate there may be more information about Angelos in another part of the encyclopedia so I've got more researching to do.

The world if girls would project their mommy issues on Clytemnestra and Electra, Helen and Hermione, Cassiopeia and Andromeda, Hera and Angelos etc. instead of Demeter and Persephone:

[abyssalwavezz]

ok since caleb is back i NEEDDDD to see him and zayne interact and they have like a rivalry since they’re all childhood friends in case infold doesn’t give it to me idk how it would work tho but i trust you

Fire and Ice

Author's note: I really almost went a very dark romance direction with this, but it would've needed to be multiple parts and Caleb would've been like a villain, so I did my best to condense it into a single chapter uwu plus, this is my first LADS fic, so I am really getting a feel for the characterization and what kind of storylines I want to write after so long of not writing fics.

Contains: College AU! Zayne x MC/YN x Caleb love triangle (except MC doesn't really like Caleb back) where Zayne ultimately wins over MC teehee, shameless cameos of the other boys because I can, and several time skips because yeah <3

Warnings: cursing I guess? and Caleb being kind of a creep lol but we all know he is one canonically anyway, and also this wasn't proofread because who has time for that

Word Count: 3,743

Class started at 9:00 today just like it did every other day. Today though, you were late. And of course, it was an exam day.

You jumped out of bed as soon as you realized it was 8:41. Could you get ready and make it across campus in 20 minutes?

Only one way to find out.

Had you looked at your phone, you would've realized that a certain someone had been trying to message you. But he was unable to since your phone was on DND. You were too busy throwing on clothes and making yourself look presentable to think about anything else, anyway.

Once you had an outfit on and had somewhat cleaned yourself up, you glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:53...shit.

On a good day, it took about 10 minutes to walk to this class. Today, you would have to run there in 7. If only you hadn't skipped running the mile for gym...

You grabbed your bag, keys, and phone (that you still hadn't looked at) before running out the door.

However, something very sturdy and tall stopped you halfway down the hallway.

"Oof," you grunted as you came into contact with this tall, sturdy thing.

Turns out, it was a person. The person who had been trying to text you all morning.

"Caleb! What the hell?"

You looked up at him in frustration.

"I'm trying to get to class! The one you should be in too? We have an exam!"

Caleb, who still hadn't actually spoken, only laughed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He clicked a few things on the screen before turning it towards you.

It showed an email from your professor to your class, letting you all know that he was sick and that both class and the exam was cancelled.

It took you a few seconds to decide if you were happy or upset about the situation. Ultimately, you decided you were happy.

"If your phone hadn't been on 'Ignore Caleb Mode,' this could've been avoided," he chuckled out, putting his own phone back in his pocket.

You finally got yours out and noticed that you had, in fact, missed three texts and four calls from Caleb.

The most recent one though, wasn't from Caleb. It was from Zayne. Just reading his name on your phone made your heart skip a beat.

"You wanna go get breakfast or something?" Caleb asked, snapping you away from your Zayne-themed thoughts.

Your eyes met his excited ones, but it only took him a second to realize what your answer would be.

"Come onnnn," he groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. "Your next class isn't until 12 and mine is at 12:30. You got some big plans or something?"

You hesitated. You weren't sure how much you should tell Caleb. He could be a bit funny about things sometimes.

"I...I told Zayne I would meet him for coffee after our class. Which has now been cancelled, so he texted me asking if I wanted to meet him earlier instead."

Caleb grew silent, whatever was left of his initial hopeful expression now nonexistent.

"Oh...I see. Forgot he was in our class too."

"Caleb, come on. How about I have dinner with you to make up for it? Whatever happened with you two anyway? We all used to be great friends."

He scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking at the floor halfheartedly.

"Don't worry about it. Go have fun, I won't get in the way."

With that, Caleb walked away.

~

You sighed as you swirled the last bit of your now cold coffee around the bottom of the mug.

"And so then he just walked away," you said quietly, still not sure what you did to deserve that from Caleb.

You looked up at the dark-haired man in front of you.

Zayne hadn't said much yet, he was just listening to you go on and on. But this really wasn't out of the ordinary for you two.

"Never mind that! Tell me about your day so far Zayne. I have really been yapping since we sat down."

Zayne lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile, breathing slightly through his nose before raising his mug to his lips for a drink, and then setting it back down.

"I wouldn't call it yapping. I enjoy listening to you speak, and it sounds like you had an eventful day right from the start."

Your face burned slightly from Zayne's words, and you prayed he didn't notice.

"But my day before now really only consisted of some early morning studying, if you really wanted to know."

You chuckled a bit and raised your eyebrow playfully at Zayne.

"Future Dr. Zayne needs to study? We should all feel a little better about ourselves then!"

Zayne shook his head at your comment, in the way he always does when he thinks something is funny but doesn't want to show it and give you the satisfaction.

"Everyone would benefit from studying. Some of us...more than others," he said so only you could hear, glancing at the farthest corner of the cafe.

You followed his gaze and saw what he was looking at.

At the table in the corner was the well-known quiet kid, Xavier. His head was down on the top of the table in its usual position, and even from where you were sitting you could hear his signature snores.

What was really funny though, was not Xavier, but something else.

There were three people sitting across from him at another table with their phones out, taking pictures of him sleeping. Their stifled laughs and giggles were infectious, and you realized it was the class clown group of Sylus and his two sidekicks, Luke and Kieran. They truly were always getting into trouble or causing it.

You snorted and quickly covered your mouth and nose with both hands, hoping no one heard it. But of course Zayne did, and even he had to laugh quietly.

After the moment passed and it got quiet again, you decided to ask Zayne the real question that had been on your mind. The same one you asked Caleb a couple of hours ago.

"So... what did happen between you two? There must have been something."

Zayne stared into his dry coffee mug, pushing his glasses up slightly with the tip of his index finger.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to, (Y/N)."

"You know what I'm talking about. Caleb? The three of us used to have so much fun together as kids. Then when we started college together, everything got so tense a few weeks into the first semester."

"There are some things that you don't know, and it would be better if it remained that way. At least...for now."

You knew not to push Zayne. And you did trust him, so you decided to leave it alone for the moment.

Hopefully you would get to the bottom of it, sooner or later.

~

The two of you had stayed at the cafe much longer than you meant to. So you decided to go through the to-go lunch line before Zayne walked you to your next class.

You wondered if Zayne knew how you felt at times like these. Of course he was smart, but was he able to tell how you truly felt about him? What would he think? What would he say, if he knew? There's no way he would feel the same, so would he at least still want to be your friend?

Stupid.

Once Zayne had gotten his food as well, he turned towards you but stopped before he moved any closer.

"(Y/N), don't move."

You clicked your tongue in fake annoyance and put your hands on your hips, putting all your weight onto one side as you glared at Zayne.

"Why? Is there a big spider on me or something?"

"Yes."

"What?"

You immediately froze, your bag of food falling to the ground with a slight plop noise. Then you screamed and flailed your hands around, trying to brush off whatever spawn of Satan was on you.

In the commotion, you lost your balance, and fell backwards, colliding with another person. Whoever it was broke your fall, at least.

"Ouch, my hand!" the person whined underneath you.

As quickly as you could, you got up onto your feet and saw a big brown spider on the floor, scurrying away from the scene.

Huh, so Zayne really was telling the truth.

Snapping back to reality, you bent down with your hand outstretched to help the purple haired boy up.

"I am so sorry. It's Rafayel, right? Is your hand okay?"

Rafayel groaned and rubbed his right hand with his left before making eye contact with you.

"No thanks to you. I need my hands for painting, you know."

Rafayel bent over to pick up his bookbag that had fallen down, and then shot you another look.

"But I suppose that spider was a fearsome creature. You're forgiven."

Before you could apologize again, he turned on his heel and marched away.

Blinking rapidly, you stood up straight and scanned the cafeteria. As you made eye contact with people, they looked away away in a hurry. All except Zayne, who stood holding your forgotten bag of food.

"Shut up, Zayne."

"But I didn't say anything."

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Classes were now over for the day, and you thought it was strange that you hadn't seen Caleb anymore. Usually, he was waiting outside your classrooms whenever he could, almost like he had your schedule memorized and watched you from a distance somehow. To be honest, you wouldn't put it past him. He had always been super protective of you, which you appreciated. But sometimes, it could be a bit much. Especially as you have gotten older, and are starting to feel differently and do more things on your own.

Did Caleb...like you? Is that why he has been like that? Or was he just being the best friend he could be for you?

Nah, no way he liked you. You guys were just really good friends, and had been for years. That was enough for you.

Zayne, on the other hand, often had your emotions and thoughts in a knot. You couldn't put your finger on when exactly, but you had fallen for him as more than just a friend, and you thought about him often.

Would his lips be as cold as his hands usually were?

You shook your head, trying to shake the thought itself from your brain. No sense in getting too deep. Zayne was here for school and to become a doctor. And he could have anyone he wanted, so why on Earth would that person be you?

You decided to take a walk before it got too dark. After all, it would be nice to be by yourself for a bit since the day had been so chaotic so far.

Glancing out the window of your room, you tried to plan the route you would walk. But when you did, you noticed someone duck behind the bushes nearby.

What the hell?

Now curious about who was watching you in your own room, you decided to go around the back of your dorm building to try and catch whoever it was.

Once you were outside, you crouched a bit and tried to come around the corner of the building as quietly as possible. You took each step with a sense of purpose, willing the person to still be there. The bushes were now only a few steps away.

In a flash, you lunged, separating the bushes with your hands to find out who the creep was. But there was no one there.

Defeated, you plopped down onto the grass, trying to decide if you even wanted to go for a walk anymore.

"Whatcha doing down there on the ground?" a familiar voice behind you asked.

"Caleb!"

You stood up excitedly and clasped your hands together.

Caleb bent down to your eye-level and smiled, his usual sparkle back in his gaze.

"Were you lookin' for something?"

You shook your head, looking back over at the disheveled bush.

"No, it was really weird. I thought someone was watching me from the bushes right there. It's right underneath my window. I was gonna punch them in the mouth!"

Caleb coughed.

"Yeah, that is really weird. Anyway, wanna grab dinner soon? You offered, after all."

"Oh, sure! It's gonna get dark soon anyway, so no time for a walk after all."

You walked with Caleb to the cafeteria in silence. Usually the two of you would be talking about random things, whether that be you trying to decide on a major or Caleb's newest model airplane he built. But today, it was nothing. And you didn't really like that.

"Caleb, do you care about me?"

Your sudden question startled him, the silence around you quickly dissipating. But he didn't miss a beat.

"Well, of course I do. It's about time you noticed! But why are you asking?"

"Because I feel like you're hiding something from me. And so is Zayne, and it really bothers me. Today was especially bothersome."

Caleb sighed, opening the door to the cafeteria for you.

"You really wanna know?"

"Yes! I miss the two of you getting along. We had some great times."

Caleb grabbed two empty lunch trays and handed you one. You mumbled a quick thanks as you watched his conflicted facial expression manifest.

"We just had a fight, okay? That's all. Sometimes that happens and people aren't friends anymore."

You weren't satisfied. You knew there was more to it after the way he reacted earlier when you told him you were meeting Zayne for coffee.

"You're still leaving something out."

"What, you wanna know what we fought about?"

"Yes! Maybe I can help."

Caleb shook his head, reaching for a serving spoon to get some rice.

"Hmm, I don't think so, (Y/N). Not this time. This isn't like when we argued over the last Popsicle in Grandma's freezer."

"Oh, come on. I'm not a little girl anymore. You don't have to hide things from me."

He gripped the next serving spoon tightly, causing the food on it to wobble slightly.

"I know you aren't a little girl anymore, and that's part of the problem. You don't need me as much anymore."

"Caleb," you groaned, "You know I still want you around, no matter what. I love you, you know?"

Caleb's head seemed to be on a swivel, as fast as he turned towards you.

"You do?"

"Well yeah! You're my best friend."

Caleb's face fell slowly, starting with his eyebrows and ending with his lips.

"Yeah, best friends love each other, I guess..."

You followed him out of line to the closest table where he flopped onto one of the seats.

"I don't understand, Caleb. You don't want me to love you?"

"He does, but not in the way you are referring to, (Y/N)," a male voice said from behind where you were sitting. A voice you knew very well.

"Zayne?" you gasped. "How did you know I was here?"

You turned away from Caleb to look at him fully. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and the expression on his face was completely unreadable.

"This is usually the time you eat dinner, and I was hoping I would find you here. I did some thinking after our conversation earlier and wanted to talk to you."

A sudden loud noise caused you to jump. Looking towards the sound, you saw Caleb's tight fist against the table, surrounded by stray grains of rice.

"You've got a lot of nerve comin' up to our table right now, Zayne."

"I suppose I have just as much nerve as someone who enjoys stalking women due to their own insecurities."

Caleb stood up from the table, attracting the eyes of other students sitting down for dinner.

"Um, guys. Maybe we should all go talk outside?"

You felt something cold against your hand, and then another on your cheek.

They were snowflakes from Zayne's Evol, melting against the heat of your flushed skin.

You quickly glanced at Zayne, who was completely focused on Caleb. He hadn't even realized that he was causing them to appear in his emotional state.

A few of them stuck to your eyelashes, but you quickly blinked them away, risking a look at Caleb.

He was just as focused on Zayne, his jaw set in place and his hands now gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles.

"I think that's a great idea," Caleb spat, still not breaking eye contact with Zayne.

Without another word, he stomped towards the door, bumping Zayne's shoulder on the way by.

Though you hadn't moved, you felt out of breath as you finally met Zayne's eyes.

He was stoic, the anger he felt inside radiating off of him like a heatwave.

"Sorry about the snow," he said quietly.

You shook your head.

"What is going on? This is the first time the two of you have interacted in a long time, and it's already going to shit."

"He wants you all to himself, (Y/N). And that is just something I cannot abide."

"He what? Zayne, what-."

Before you could finish, he left to walk outside as well, taking the remaining snowflakes with him.

You ignored the onlookers and the mess left on your table before following after them.

Once you had them in your sights, you realized Caleb was getting in Zayne's face, challenging him to make a move.

Your walk turned into a run so you could catch up to them in the clearing that they were in behind the cafeteria. It seemed that they were in the middle of a new argument.

"...doesn't know what she wants. How would you know, nerd?"

"You aren't right for her, and you act strangely when it comes to her. What would any sane person think?"

Caleb was getting loud, but Zayne was speaking in his usual measured tone.

"What is going on?"

The boys froze, seeing that you had followed them outside. Caleb started to back away, and Zayne cleared his throat, moving to push up his glasses before realizing they weren't there.

"Explain yourselves. Now."

They didn't start talking right away. Instead, they took a step farther away from each other and stood silently.

"I mean it. You two are acting so damn weird. I don't deserve this."

Zayne sighed.

"She's right, Caleb."

Caleb crossed his arms.

"Yeah, I know."

Zayne started speaking first.

"When we first came here, Caleb and I had a conversation. About you."

You didn't say anything, in fear of causing them to change their minds about telling you.

"(Y/N), I was going to let you know that...that I felt a different way about you now than you might've expected. And I told Zayne about it, thinking he would support me."

"Except I found out about the...peculiar ways he chooses to look out for you and protect you. And I let him know that I strongly disapprove of his intentions."

Caleb glared at Zayne once more, and you shushed him when you saw that he was opening his mouth to fuss at Zayne.

"You follow me around to classes and stuff right? I figured. And I'm now guessing that was you in the bushes earlier?"

Zayne raised an eyebrow.

"I don't need you to watch over me like a hawk, Caleb. I am a grown up, a grown woman. And I can take care of myself."

His head lowered slightly, a hand meeting his neck to rub it awkwardly.

"I know it comes from an honest place in your heart, but I need you to stop. And..."

You hesitantly reached out to touch his arm.

"I'm sorry, but you're like my brother. I love you...in that way. Do you still want to be around me?"

Caleb sighed, laying a hand over top of yours.

"You can't get rid of me that easily. I will always be around. In whatever way you want, pipsqueak." Caleb flashed you a sad smile.

You let out a nervous chuckle, glad to see that he took it at least somewhat well. Never in your life would you have expected Caleb to have a crush on you. But you knew you didn't want to lose him, no matter what.

"Zayne..." Caleb said, turning away from you and letting his hand fall away, "I'm sorry, man."

"It's alright. I look forward to moving past this with you."

Caleb nodded without speaking, and then he walked away. You decided you wouldn't call out for him since he seemed like he needed some time alone.

That just left you with Zayne and the awkward space between you.

"Zayne..." you began.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something now?"

A glimmer of hope could be felt, deep within the pit of your stomach. You couldn't stop thinking about something Zayne had said a few moments ago, and though this might not be the best time, you figured it was as good a time as any. If Caleb could do it, so could you.

"Anything. And for what it's worth, I am sorry too. Our behavior was inexcusable."

"What exactly did you mean earlier? When you said he wanted me all to himself? I thought you were upset with him because he chose to look out for me in unique ways."

The edges of Zayne's ears turned red, and he placed a hand against his chin, refusing to look directly at you.

"Were you...jealous, too?"

Zayne remained still and quiet, not sure what to say next.

"Because I really like you. I have for a long time. And no, I know what you're thinking...I am not just saying that because of what happened tonight. Actually it kind of inspired me to tell you."

Something suddenly caused your eye to water. You rubbed it hurriedly, then pulled your hand away to see a trail of moisture run down your thumb. But not long passed before you figured out what it was, a white speck falling in front of your field of vision giving it away as it landed on your outstretched hand.

"I wouldn't call it jealousy but..."

You shivered slightly as the snowflakes turned into a small flurry.

"I knew he wasn't right for you. And...one can have hopes."

~

[suspiciouscatastrophe]

I know, I know, the audacity I have barging into Czech Tumblr speaking English... (I have lost the ability to express myself comfortably in my native language) BUT this might come in handy to someone!

It'sssss... ✨ DOCTOR REVIEW ✨ time! (The trans kind. Of the sexologist sort.)

The subject of this review is MuDr R. Mužný (must be one of the top names for someone who can prescribe you T) of Fakultní nemocnice Ostrava. He's a sexologist currently accepting new patients.

My experience: I have only visited him once so far, so I have a concrete idea of his requirements to let you transition and his general attitude, but if something to add comes up in the future, I'll update and reblog the new version. It's also important to mention that I'm an adult transmasc, transfems or minors might have different experiences.

Attitude: The doctor's very young and seems laid-back and very friendly. He was affirming to me, and apologetic for some of the more sexual questions. He assured me that he didn't want to complicate my transition.

He didn't have any comments, derisive or supportive, when I mentioned having identified as non-binary in the past.

He thinks that even non-intersex people can transition. (yes, I was also surprised to learn about sexologists who don't)

He accepted a vague response to his question about sexuality. No need to pretend you're hetero if you aren't with this one.

He didn't seem to be against my ability to transition even though he was made aware I was autistic and had OCD.

Requirements: When making my first appointment, I mentioned to the nurse that I had spoken with a clinical psychologist about transsexuality before, and it led to them wanting a gender-related report from a different professional. I don't know to what extent is that a necessity, or if you can just come without any "recommendation" whatsoever.

Now here's the kicker: Dr. Mužný asks you for an essay (he calls it "životopis") in which you describe your relationship to your gender identity throughout your life, minimal length 3 A4s, written by hand. On top of that, it should include a written testimony from your PARENT. He also offered to invite the parent to come with me next time instead. I reiterate that I am not a minor, I'm in my mid twenties. The parental voice having to basically fact-check you if what you're writing about your childhood is true is, in my opinion, more than demeaning and terrifying. I voiced my disapproval and concern to him, to which he assured me that if the parent seems dismissive, unaccepting or simply transphobic, he won't give their words much weight. So at least there's that.

As for something positive, he doesn't do any violating, archaic physical examinations. (no physical examinations at all, actually) I was not asked to strip down.

The length of the real life test with him is 1 year. When he was answering this question of mine, he seemed to pause and ponder my case, since I came already fully socially transitioned (and had been for more than half a year), so there's a chance that it could be even shorter, if it turns out he takes your initiative into account.

The other doctors he sends you to are, as expected, an endocrinologist, a gynecologist (transmasc special, I don't know if transfems get sent for a "your genitals seem fine health-wise" paper somewhere, too, I'm sorry), but also a geneticist. (He told me that it was to complete a general patient anamnesis, but also to determine whether I was intersex. When I asked whether the result impacted my ability to transition, he said no.)

You may notice I didn't mention a psychiatrist. Neither did he. Whether that was because I already came armed with a paper saying that a clinical psychologist finds me sane enough to make medical decisions, or because he just doesn't do that (or forgot to tell me), I have no idea.

Oh yeah, and be prepared for the auto[insertgender]philia question. He will ask you whether transitioning turns you on and you will say no, because [even if you low-key think being trans is hot], your sexologist is not your friend and could only use it against you.

My conclusion so far: You could probably do worse with a sexologist, just make sure you have a functioning relationship with at least one parent and hope. My opinion might be object to change.

[likecr8zy]

midnight sex with khj (oneshot)

pervy!hongjoong x fembodied!reader

tags : established relationship, unprotected sex (don’t do this), spanking, slight dacryphillia, use of pet names (baby) oral (f receiving) lmk if i forgot any

a/n : can’t write smut.. if you hate it, don’t tell me

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the soft drop of rain splashes next to your feet as you walk away from the convenience store, your hand gripping hongjoong’s. this midnight ice cream endeavor was much needed. as you two walk in a comfortable silence, hongjoong decides to start up a conversation.

“so.. what flavor did you get?”

“mint chocolate.. you?”

“vanilla.” he replies back.

you smile at him, your eyes lighting up with a genuine innocence.

hongjoong swore he’d bust in his pants.

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as you both step in through the door, you drop your coat and kick your shoes off. you’re the first to scramble into the kitchen, quickly grabbing a spoon and opening the pint, enjoying the frosty goodness on your tongue.

the look in your eyes was of pure happiness as you bounced around with genuine excitement.

hongjoong’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to your ass, as it slightly bounced as you did. he couldn’t take it much longer, you were just so.. tempting

“baby i-“ hongjoong says, almost breathlessly, his cheeks flushed red and his erection grew harder and more painful in his sweatpants.

you turn around, your eyes darting downwards towards his clothed bulge before you could stop them. “h-hongjoong?” you say, your voice wavering with nervousness. the look in his eyes, it was truly nothing you’d seen before.

and so, it began.

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hongjoong’s lips crash against yours as his hands found purchase in your hair, his body pinning yours against the kitchen counter. you were shocked, of course. but were you really surprised?

his hands move down to your hips, grinding his own into yours, causing you to let out a sharp moan, moving your mouth from his. but the kisses didn’t stop, they trailed lower and lower on your neck

your moans fill the room, but hongjoong pulls away, not before sliding his hand in between your legs, rubbing you through the soaked fabric of your sheer shorts.

“look at how wet you are. so pretty for me, aren’t you?” hongjoong coo’s, his hand rubbing you a bit faster now. you let out a sharp gasp and moan, your eyes widening. “h-hongjoong!” you whine, pushing yourself back to sit on the counter, giving him more access.

“gonna be good for me? yea?” hongjoong says, and all you can do is whine. he practically rips off your shorts before pushing you further back on the counter, spreading your legs.

hongjoong lowers his face between your legs, pushing the fabric of your lacy panties to the side before burying himself into you.

you let out a guttural moan as his nose bumps perfectly against your clit, the strokes of his tongue only furthering your moans.

“h-hongjoong! mmfgh. y-yes!” you moan, body trembling as you cover your mouth with your hand. hongjoong hums, the vibrations only furthering your moans.

your hands grip his hair, practically pushing him down into your pussy. his tongue never slows. you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your hips bucking up into his face before you let out a loud moan, moisture soaking the marble counter beneath you.

“fuck.” hongjoong breathes out, moving his sopping wet face from your dripping cunt. you moan at the loss of contact, feeling so blissfully dazed. you blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to see hongjoong undoing his belt. he had grown even more painfully hard.

his pants drop to the floor and he kicks them aside, quickly lifting you up over his shoulder and running to your shared bedroom. “fuck.” he whines, as he throws you face down on the bed, almost desperately, before pulling off his boxers, his cock springing free.

he strokes himself a few times before lining himself up with you, pushing himself into you gently but not slowly. you let out a loud scream into your pillow as he fully bottoms out.

hongjoong groans and watches in awe as he gets lost in you. “you ready?” hongjoong says breathlessly. you nod, mumbling incoherently.

he moves quickly, hands gripping your hips as you let out mewl. “hongjoong!” you moan, muttering indecipherable phrases. “yea baby? f-fuck. such a perfect girl hm? yeah?”

a sharp sting lands on your ass as his palms spank the soft flesh with a rough force, causing tears to spill from your eyes.

“h-hongjoong!” you mewl, your hands digging into the sheets as his thrusts turn punishing.

“‘m.. so close.” you sob. but hongjoong never slows, if anything he gets faster. hongjoong lets out a guttural moan. “f-fuck. come for me baby.”

and that truly does it.

your groans fill the room, knees buckling as you cum, coating the bed in wetness. and hongjoong follows suit, his thrusts becoming lazy as he fills you up.

as soon as you’re both done, he slides out of you, lying next to you with a soft sigh. his eyes meet your tear filled ones and his instantly fill with concern. “are you okay?” he says worriedly, wiping your tears and kissing you head. you nod.

“okay. i’ll start your bath.”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I would like to imagine a story with Dmitri where the reader wants to take revenge on her father, because he was the one who killed her mother when she was a child. She knew that Dmitri's father had two children, but she never saw them. When she arrives at the club, she falls in love with Dmitri on the piano. Will she complete her revenge or tell Dmitri the truth? It's up to you (She is a mutant like Wanda or like America Chavez, you decide, she is Latin too but bilingual). Sorry if it was confusing, English is not my first language.

Revenge brings together

Dmitri Kravinoff x fem!reader (latin)

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, kiss, mention of murder and injury Summary : The sounds of his piano playing drowned out the horror of her past as she found herself in the Kravinoff's club. She had a clear goal, knew what she wanted, just a little information until she saw him. Is revenge even necessary anymore or did the blonde's singing lead her on a path of love and forgiveness? info : thanks dear for the request, finally i was able to write it (it took me way too long to have time), i hope you enjoy reading it and thanks again ;)

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Pain would eventually pass, whether external or internal, a pain would eventually pass.

On the outside of the skin, scars might remain and on the inside, the pain could be replaced with love and affection from friends and family.

Pain could take many forms but they would all pass...except the pain of revenge, because revenge was something that only ended when you died or avenged the person you had hurt.

With every step she took, every breath she drew and every tear in her eye, she could feel her pain, could see the exact moment her beloved mother lost her life.

How those eyes full of love lost all life and the ruthless expression of her father who had done it.

Who had destroyed his family...it was a pain you never forgot and since that moment when her cries for revenge and curses haunted him she would one day bring him to justice.

No matter how long it took her revenge would come in some way she would avenge her mother for she had given her the greatest gift of all.

A power that surpasses all.

From the moment she stood alone on her feet, she had followed her father from town to town.

Making friends and enemies, gaining and losing money and training her mutant powers with others.

A power that reminded her every day of her mother, of the woman who had given her this gift and a gift that took her all the way to London.

A city of millions, modernity, different cultures, languages, connections and above all, sources to the underworld.

Sources you wouldn't expect when you looked at the large handsome building, an old building almost a hundred years old from the outside with a class you often don't find.

Behind the darkened windows, however, lay something, her destination.

The destination where she hoped to get new information from a certain underworld boss.

A man they knew, a name that was not unfamiliar to her either You better be there Kravinoff she thought to herself as she closed the door of the taxi to enter via the pavement through the glass door.

A warm atmosphere instantly enveloped her as she walked to the small reception area, ,,Good evening miss, what name have you booked?" the man asked her with a slight smile, ready to look in the book for a name.

The club with restaurant and bar was exclusive, one could expect nothing less from the Kravinoff but she had neither patience nor time for such things, ,,I believe you have already found it" she replied and felt the energy move over her fingers.

The mutant power coursed through her and entered the mind of her opposite, seeing eyes looking down and seeing the name that was never there, ,,Of course, please enter" he said, motioning her to go on.

Taking back her powers she gave him only a brief smile before stepping into the club that would take her further to her destination.

A club whose ambience was inviting, rustic with dark wood and a golden light and a stage on which she spotted a piano.

It seemed there would be a live show for the entertainment, so she sat down at one of the tables and ordered a drink and something from the menu, her main focus was on the man who was to appear.

It was Nikolai's club or so her source who had brought her to London had put it.

He wouldn't miss such a good evening she thought and a few minutes later took a sip of the drink she was served.

The establishment filled up with people as it got later, the murmur she was surrounded by various voices and information but none of them were what she was looking for.

Until the moment she saw the light turn to the stage.

Like the others, her gaze slid towards it and was surprised and delighted to see a blond young man emerge from behind the curtain and be greeted by applause, applause in which she joined in animatedly.

He must have been one of the singers and musicians Nikolai had hired, a cute blond whose hair ended in a curl that fell slightly in his face.

The cheerful expression immediately became a flattered one as he sat down at the piano, adjusted the silver microphone and began the evening's programme by pressing the black and white keys.

A programme that filled her inner being with fascination and comfort, the playing like that of a natural talent and the voice a voice that seemed not of this world.

Such a young man with such talent He is unbelievable it went through her mind and she did not take her eyes off the man on stage.

His blue eyes, which sometimes closed, sometimes looked at the keys or into the audience.

He saw her and saw the flattering smile and wink as he apparently decided to dedicate the song to her, or so it seemed.

The minutes in which the piano accompanied his voice and he was in tune with the music seemed like a wonderful eternity...until the moment when the technology continued the music.

The voice could be heard saying, ,,This song was for my father" and she followed his gaze towards a corner where she saw an older grey-haired man in a suit sitting.

Nikolai Kravinoff...whose son was the piano player and suddenly all peace seemed to be shattered for a moment.

She knew he had children, but so close, so involved in the business, so dangerous and presenting a situation that threatened to remind her of her own.

Just as she was trying to take a sip, a bite of food and think of the best way to get to Nikolai to elicit the information, shots rang through the club.

Screams, gunshots, things breaking and rumbling as chaos broke out and she saw the first dead staff lying around her.

But her concern was not for her or her source Nikolai no her gaze was on the blond man sheltering under the piano.

A protection that was not enough when she saw two of the assassins approaching it, concentrating the energy with their hands, the bright energy flowing towards the piano.

She wrapped a shield around it and the bullets hit the men, ,,Hold on, I'm here!" she shouted to him and hurried from her seat, searching behind overturned tables and pulling down a ceiling light with her power, knocking out another assassin.

Before she slid under the piano to the blond and grabbed his hand, ,,Are you all right?" she shouted at him more to be heard over the hail of fire.

She saw the trembling and the fear, the nod and the ,,Thank you!" as he clung to her, she tightened the shield around them both and saw Nikolai kill the last of the men with a single precise shot to the head.

It was over, she had survived once more, saved a life, and felt the blonde continue to hold on to her even as they emerged from under the piano, ,,Dmitri come here" the older man demanded and she lowered the shield.

She was surprised when Dmitri simply pulled her over to Nikolai, who was in the process of pouring alcohol over a wound.

His tone didn't even seem scared, more angry and annoyed ,,You protected my son and fought for me thanks" his short gratitude surprised her.

She seemed to have caught the mighty Nikolai on a reasonably good day it seemed, normally she had thought she would either get into a fight, get a bullet wound or have to use her Lraft.

But as she looked to Dmitri beside her, she saw the relieved expression as he still held her hand, ,,She bravely threw herself in between" the blue-eyed man agreed, only now realising that he was still holding her.

Apologetically embarrassed, he smiled at her and withdrew from her, slowly readjusting his clothes and slipping off to fetch a first aid kit.

Her gaze shifted from Dmitri himself and went over to his father, ,,You are la bruja, I presume, what do you want?" he asked directly and it sounded more like the picture of Nikolai she had heard, he knew it was her, that she was looking for him because of a rock.

Pulling a picture out of her pocket she held it out to him, ,,I'm looking for this man I was told you could help me" she replied and it was the most recent picture there was of her father, a photo taken hidden as he was about to enter a building.

She saw in the greenish eyes as he considered, sat back down in the broken corner and after a quiet moment handed the picture back to her ,,He has a flat near Lambeth" the Kravinoff said before his gaze shifted to Dmitri who placed the red box on the table.

She saw him trying to help Nikolai, but he just fished out a few things and ignored them more than interacted.

Stifling a sigh, she was about to leave and turn to her new track, having finished the assassination attempt here, when she heard a whimper.

Turning round, she saw the piano player sitting at a broken table trying to tend to his wound, a bit of glass had cut into his skin as he crawled under the piano.

She could have left, never come here again, just forget about him...but something inside her that felt something for him made her turn round.

Pulling up a chair and sitting with him, she took the brush and swab from him ,,I like helping a sweet piano boy" she said, not seeing his cheeks redden, which was punctuated by a gasp as she pulled out the glass with a quick tug.

Caringly holding his hand, patting it a little and giving him a moment, she tried to distract him by using her power to create an image of himself at the piano.

,,You were unbelievable" she added casually as she dabbed on the disinfectant as carefully as she could.

Even though he tensed, she saw how fascinated he was by the image and her power, how sweetly he looked at it and that sweetly silly grin when she put a bandage on him and kissed it goodbye.

Her vendetta didn't allow for any bonding...or so it seemed because just before she could rise she felt his hand seeking hers again.

,,Would you come back for me-I mean my show...I'd give you a private performance" he stammered and the hope in his eyes wouldn't quit.

A hope for maybe something together, a rapprochement, a time when revenge was something she could forget and all the pain that came with it.

Reassuringly touching his hand, brushing a curl behind his ear, she gave him the small image of himself in her hand, ,,When we meet again I want to hear all about you Dmitri Kravinoff" she promised and it was he who placed a kiss on her hand before releasing her to follow her path.

The meeting of the mutant and the piano player was certain and then they would both finally get the love they had both always dreamed of.

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[pulim-v]

Again, might as well post this now

Foggy Glasses and Corroded Copper: Rowan's Birthday- part 2

Link to the 1st part:

    Rowan was having a bit of a nice day. It was his birthday, so while not obligatory, he really wanted it to go well. He woke up on time, the train was empty enough that he could get himself a seat at the window, and his first class, Linear Algebra, went remarkably well, with him being able to write down all necessary notes with no issues! After the class was over, Rowan, as usual, went to the common room, both to find his classmates and to sort out his material for the next class.

    "Rowan, you're here!" Dew shouted, Rowan barely being able to react as they seemingly sprinted towards him and gave him a mix of a body slam and hug. He must have overestimated Rowan's strength, because Rowan quickly lost his footing, falling over with Dew on top of him. He hit the floor, but, weirdly enough, it felt... soft?

    Dew chuckled. "Did that scare you?" They said, still on top of Rowan. Their hand rested on the back of his head, as if to protect them - Rowan assumed it to be a secondary measure  though, considering they'd softened the floor already.

    "It did, a little bit." Rowan said, still stunned, but also feeling a tad embarassed by the sudden proximity to Dew's body.

    Dew quickly stood back up and pressed the tip of his shoe against the ground. A small burst of light emmited from it, and suddenly the stone  floor felt - appropriately - a lot harder.

    "Oh, sorry! I forgot to lift you up!" Dew said, extending his hand to Rowan.

    Rowan grabbed Dew's hand, his face still feeling warm from the sudden encounter, and stood up, shaking off a bit of dust that had gotten on him.

    "So, with that out of the way, Dew and I wanted to tell you something." Mist said, a slight smile visible on his face and his hands on his back.

    "Happy birthday! You're an adult now." Dew said, ruffling Rowan's hair. "You didn't give us much time, so we couldn't get you anything fancy, but we still wanted to make you something, so I made us a batch of cupcakes!" Dew concluded, pointing his finger towards Mist, who revealed he was holding one of the aforementioned cupcakes on his hand.

    "Here," Mist said, giving Rowan a small yellow cupcake with slightly messy chocolate icing on top, "you said a while ago that your favorite cake flavor is carrot, so I told Dew to make carrot cupcakes. They ended up with some ingredients left over, but I doubt that will be an issue for them."

    Rowan took the cupcake from Mist's hand and examined it more closely. The cupcake smelled quite similar to his father's baking, even the icing had a very similar consistency to how he made carrot cakes, though this one seemed quite a bit sweeter.

    "Thank you so much, you guys, I really appreciate this!" Rowan said with a wide smile.

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    Rowan, Dew and Mist were chatting until their next class - the teacher missed a train, and was going to take a bit to get to the KIT, so they had some extra time to hang out before it began. For now, they were mostly talking about assignments, eating the birthday cupcakes, and just talking about their personal hobbies.

    "So yeah, the garden is going well!" Rowan said, a big smile on his face.

    "Speaking of gardening, there's sometbing I want to give you." Mist said  turning to his backpack and taking a small white box with a blue bow wrapped around it. He turned to Rowan and handed it to him. "Happy birthday! I didn't have much time, so this is the best I could do, but I hope you like it!"

    Rowan, speechless, took the box from Mist, removed the bow and opened it. Inside, there was a pair of gardening scissors, with a simple yet pretty design on the handle and which seemed to generally be of high quality - it was clearly a well-thought-out gift, which surprised Rowan given he didn't think he had mentioned his interests that often.

    "Thank you so much, Mist! This is amazing, I really like this!" Rowan said, clearly beaming.

    "Wait, what?" Said Dew, lifting their head from their hand to look at Mist. "How did you have time to buy that? And how did you know he'd like it?"

    "I passed by a store that sold gardening supplies on the way home and just asked for a good pair of scissors, easy as that." Mist said matter-of-factly, but with a slight smirk visible on his face. It was clear, to Rowan at least, that he was bragging about managing to get the gift in time. "And I knew he'd like it because he does mention gardening every so often, so even if this isn't useful immediately it will probably get some use later on."

    Dew just stared at Mist for a few seconds with a bewildered expression on his face, before furrowing their brows, closing their eyes and letting out a sigh.

    "I'm really sorry, Rowan, I didn't have enough time to get you a gift..." Dew said, once again letting his chin rest on his hand. "I know it's not the same, but is there something you need help with? I could lend you a hand if you want."

    "Don't worry about it, I really didn't give you two much time. Besides, you made the cupcakes already!" Rowan said, letting out a bit of a giggle.

    "You know that doesn’t count!" Dew responded, frowning a bit but staying still. "That was Mist's idea anyways... and Via's recipe." 

    "Alright then, if you insist..." Rowan took a moment to think. He really wanted help with driving, but his parents were always busy running the pharmacy - of course, he could wait until they were free, but Dew had mentioned enjoying driving before, so maybe that was worth a shot? "There is something you could help me with." Rowan said, adjusting his tie as he thought of how to explain what he wanted. "You see, I've been wanting to learn how to drive, but I don't really have anyone who could teach me available, so could you maybe help me with that? I know it's a big favor to ask, but-"

    "Sure, I'll do it!" Dew said, eyes lighting up as he got up from his seat and grabbed Rowan's hands. "what day works well for you? My schedule isn't exactly free but I can make room for this!"

    "Umm... I'm free on Sunday afternoons" Rowan responded, trying not to focus on how warm Dew's hands felt on his own

    "Sure, that's perfect! Sunday afternoons it is, then!" Dew concluded, letting go of Rowan's hands.

    They kept chatting for a few minutes, then went back to class, and finally had lunch. When Rowan went home, he could confidently state that his birthday had been a nice day.

[fujoshirat]

1A Big Three as Hallmark Christmas Movies! ⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Warning: Infinite cringe (movies that your mom will definitely probably want to watch) A/N: thought of this this morning and had to write it down before I forgot it (I miss Christmas :()

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🎄Zuzu (Izuku Midoriya) – “Home for the Holidays” You swore you’d never come back to this tiny town, but here you are—back for Christmas, only to find that your childhood best friend, Izuku Midoriya, is now… ridiculously attractive? And somehow, your nosy family and meddling townsfolk are determined to push you two together. But wait—what’s this? Old misunderstandings, heartfelt confessions, and the town’s annual Christmas Festival (which you have to help organize: damn you, rotten aunties!) all stand in the way between leaving for good. Can love really find its way home?

“Izuku, you don’t have to kiss me just ‘cause of the mistletoe.”

“I know, but I want to.”

"But-! What about-"

"It was never her, Y/N, it was always you."

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🎄 Kats (Katsuki Bakugou) – “A Sugar Cookie Christmas” Katsuki Bakugou never planned to be a single dad, and he sure as hell doesn’t have time for love. Between raising his adorably feisty daughter and settling into this tiny, Christmas-loving town (at least it’s safe for Mahoro), he’s got no patience for romance. Enter you: his too-cheerful, too-sweet, and way too nosy neighbor. His daughter takes a liking to you immediately (betrayal!), and despite his best efforts, Katsuki finds himself getting wrapped up in late-night cocoa dates, reluctant holiday cookie decorating (babysitting, he swears!), and… feelings?! No way. He doesn’t do feelings anymore. (Spoiler: he totally does.)

“You don’t have to do everything alone anymore. Our neighbors are willing to help!”

“I’ve been doing everything alone for years, I’m used to it.”

“Then, at least let me help you, you’re not alone anymore.”

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🎄 Shou (Shouto Todoroki) – “Christmas on the Farm” Living a quiet life on your family’s Christmas tree farm was all you ever wanted. After graduating college with a bachelor’s degree in business, it’s time for you to give back to your parents for supporting you!—until a very expensive suit and a very familiar man answers the door for your neighbor (apparently his mother!). Your sweet, slightly awkward new neighbor, Shouto Todoroki, is actually the heir to the rich asshole trying to bulldoze your farm? And to make matters worse, his dad definitely sees you as nothing more than an inconvenience. But Shouto? Not on his watch. Cue dramatic standoffs, angsty fireside talks, slow-burn romance, and a passionate last-minute “I won’t let my father take this away from you” speech under the twinkling Christmas lights.

“Shouto I-! I can’t believe you just gave up your inheritance like that!”

“It was the easiest decision I’ve ever made, Y/N, and I don’t regret it at all since it’s for you.”

“Oh Shouto…”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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