#It's the epitome of courage to ask for help

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Something Else - Lando Norris

<word count - 8614> |part 1 - Nerd|part 2 - Rumours|part 3 - So Special|

warnings: more maths, biology, bitches

That night, Lando spent his evening in his room, procrastinating. He had homework to do, but he couldn't bring himself to sit at his desk and pick up his pen. Plus, he could just do it with you tomorrow, anyway. 

The excitement that he felt as a result of getting to sit with you again, getting to spend time with you again was unlike anything else he had ever felt. It was like he was a young child on Christmas Eve, unable to wait for the next morning to roll around so that they could see what Santa had brought them. 

His whole family could see a clear shift in his mood, since they had grown so accustomed to moody, sad Lando over the past couple of days. All he wanted to do was get to school the next day just so that he could get to second break and meet you in the library - and that was something he never thought he'd say. 

Lando had also made his mind up that tomorrow, he was going to ask for your snap. Or your number. Having your number felt a lot more personal and serious than just having your Snapchat. He had a lot of people's snaps, but not many people's numbers. But he wanted yours. 

He wanted to save the conversations you'd have, he wanted to be able to call you when he got home from school and talk to you until he couldn't keep his eyes from drooping shut and then do it all again the next day until he could spend his weekends with you. 

Lando truly was the epitome of a love-sick teenage boy, pining after a girl who he wasn't even sure who wanted him back. You had to though, right? You wore his jumpers, you helped him with his work, he drove you home, hell you hugged each other. 

Meanwhile, you were happy, just not to the scale that Lando was. You were confused, to say the least. You didn't think that everything was just automatically going to blow over just because you had stuck up for yourself once, and the fact that you had was surprising to you. 

But you didn't know if you could keep on standing up for yourself, remembering how you had just broken down in front of Lando and felt like a complete idiot. It also baffled you how... understanding, he had been.

He didn't laugh, didn't tell you to get a grip, he didn't stand there awkwardly - well, he did but he had the right intentions. He had hugged you. I mean, what teenage boy hugs a girl that they're friends with when she's crying?

Despite the jokes he sometimes made, he clearly had an old head on young shoulders. The maturity that he had showed made you like him more, if you were being honest. How much you like him was obvious to you at this point.

You'd always been able to appreciate his face, but now it was more than that. You wanted to spend time with him, sit with him, just be near him. You wanted to laugh at his jokes, hear his voice, make him laugh. 

Yet there was always the fear. If you were actually together, what other rumours would people spout? How much worse would it get? Sure, you'd have Lando there by your side, and you knew he'd stick up for you, but how much more could you take? 

Was your adoration of him enough to cancel out everything people said?

Alas, the next morning, you had the courage to get on the bus instead of having to walk the freezing journey to school. Lando wasn't there, but you weren't upset by it. Max and his friends also didn't say anything, which was... weird, but you chose to ignore it. 

That and the weird feeling of dread that you had in your gut. 

Anyway, you walked into school, actually going to the canteen instead of the toilets or the lockers in fear of people talking to you. As you sat down at the table you usually did, the people that filtered in gave you weird looks. 

It almost looked remorseful, maybe something along the lines of pity? They spoke in hushed whispers around you, none of them making the effort to speak to you. You just scrolled on your phone as you sat there, your headphones in your ears. 

You could hear the faint chatterings of the other people in your year, but you were more focused on your phone. Eventually, the people in the canteen fell silent, the light buzzing of their conversations dying down as the doors opened. 

Out of curiosity, you looked up to see Lilly, strutting into the room. You knew something was amiss, but you had no clue what it was. People looked between you and her, and you were so confused as to what was going on. 

To make the atmosphere worse, Lando walked in after her a few seconds later, and you saw how come people's eyes went wide. Lando smiled at you before taking himself over to his friends, and Lilly went to her own table. 

"Mate, is it true?" Max asked Lando, and all he could do was roll his eyes. He had heard the sentence a lot of time recently, and he could only assume that he was about to hear some bullshit. But what Max said nearly made his heart stop. 

"Did you cheat on Y/N with Lilly?" 

Now that was a question that had a lot to unpack. To start off with, there was no way he could've cheated on you since you weren't together, that was the first major thing that he went through in his head. 

The second thing was that it was a stupid question; he'd never cheat on you. If you were his, he wouldn't risk losing you over something so stupid and hurtful as cheating. If you were his, he'd never have the desire to be with anyone else. If you were his, he'd be the best damn boyfriend he could've possibly been. 

Thirdly, it was already established that he wouldn't cheat to begin with, but certainly not with Lilly. God, even the sound of her name in his head made him want to throw up. He knew she had a massive crush on him, but he'd never stoop that low. 

"Who the fuck said that?" he rushed, his tone not lacking urgency. 

"I don't know where it came from, Will told me this morning," Max sheepishly said, not missing the alarm in Lando's voice. He knew his friend had been having a hard time lately - and he was a participant. But he also knew that it was going to get worse from now.

"Oh my christ," he mumbled, getting up nearly as quickly as he had sat down. Lando had spotted Will going over to the lockers earlier, and he hoped he was still there. You saw his face, the look on it. 

There was no emotion on his features other than rage, and you still didn't know what was going on. As he left, people carried on looking between you and Lilly, and you could only assume that it was something to do with her. 

"Will," Lando said, spotting the blonde boy fiddling with dials on his locker. 

"Hey Lando! What's-" he cheerily started, but he stopped when he saw Lando's face. He knew what he was asking about. "What's up, mate?" he asked, not even knowing if he wanted to find the answer out in the end.                                             

"What did you tell Max? About me 'cheating' on Y/N?" 

Will was internally cursing Max for telling Lando that he had been the one to spread the message around the friend group, and he was nothing short of terrified of Lando right now. "I just told him what Maisie told me," he quietly said. 

"And what did Maisie tell you?" Lando prompted.

"She just said that things weren't great between you and Y/N and that you apparently spent last night with Lilly..." he trailed off, and the pieces all fell into place in his head. Lilly. 

She had surely been the one to spread it around her friends, who were the gossipers of the school. He should've known it would be her, especially after how she had spoken to you and about you when he was listening. 

He wasn't going to bother going to Maisie and asking her what Lilly had said, but he knew Lilly would just spout pure and utter bullshit to him and it'd be a waste of time trying to get the truth out of her. At least Maisie would be easy to intimidate the veracities of the story out of. 

Lando needed to get to the bottom of this, preferably before first period so you wouldn't spend your lesson upset. It was naive to think that this wouldn't get back to you before that point, but he would be a lot more relieved if he could tell you what was going on before you got upset. 

"You absolute idiot, you know that Y/N and I aren't together, and you sure as hell know that I wouldn't touch that bitch with a 10 foot barge pole!" Lando spat, taking himself away from will before he did something he'd regret. 

Meanwhile, you were still in the dark about everything that was going on. Until now. "Hey... erm... I'm really sorry to hear about what Lando did. It's really shitty. Especially with Lilly. I guess we all should've seen it coming," someone came up to you and said. 

It was one of the usually shy girls, so it was surprising to see her come and talk to you out of the blue. "What are you talking about?" you asked, and her mouth dropped.

"You don't know what he did?" she asked, suddenly feeling like this was the single worst idea she had had in at least the last five years. 

"What did he do?" you replied, thinking that Lando had done or said something that was instantly going to ruin the reconciliation that you had both made yesterday. You really hoped that it wasn't something he had done, because you didn't think you could handle that volume of feelings again. 

"With... Lilly... you know... cheated..." she mumbled, avoiding your eyes and looking at the freshly buffed canteen floor. 

"Lando can't cheat if we were never together to begin with," you coldly said, your voice betraying no emotion. For some reason, the word 'cheated' sent a pang of hurt through your body, but you couldn't quite decipher why. 

Maybe it was just the mere idea of Lando cheating on you that sent your heart into a spiral, but there was certainly something about it that hurt. And with Lilly? Ha, that was funny. As if he'd do that... or would he?

Oh here came the doubt, the questioning, the lack of reasoning. Lando would never cheat on you. Never. He was not that kind of guy, and you couldn't even see him thinking of it, let alone actually doing it. But you weren't even together so it didn't matter.

"Oh... I... erm... sorry..." she trailed off, scurrying away from you before you had chance to say anything else. Now you knew why everyone was giving you looks and whispering about you. They all believed that you and Lando were together from the first set of rumours, and now it seemed perfectly plausible that he had cheated on you. Just great. 

In the interim, Lando skulked down the hall, before spotting Maisie just before she reached the canteen. "Maisie!" he called out, jogging up to catch her. The girl's face absolutely fell when she saw Lando, and she was clearly of the knowledge that she was in some deep shit.

"Look, I only know what Lilly told me, OK?" she said, and he could have laughed at how scared she was. 

"Which was...?"

"That things between you and Y/N were rocky, to say the least. Apparently she was too boring, too square for you. So you called Lilly and... you know." Maisie explained. The implication in her words wasn't lost on Lando, and he could feel the hot sears of fury building up in his stomach and spreading through his veins. 

"And you believed it? You really fucking believed a word that she said? Are you seriously that naive?" he grovelled through gritted teeth, really trying not to lose his temper with the cowardly girl in front of him.

Maisie was scared. Terrified, even. "She's my friend... I..." she stuttered, unable to meet his eyes. 

"Well she shouldn't be, get better friends. She is nothing but a lying, manipulative, awful person that you'll be better off getting rid of sooner rather than later," he told Maisie, leaving her awestruck at what he had said. 

Now all Lando had to do was find the single thing that had caused him the most distress as of recent: Lilly.

He had seen her in the canteen, and he assumed that she'd still be there. Pushing past Maisie, he stormed into the room, and you knew he knew. You had instantly jumped to the conclusion that Lilly had been the one to spread the rumours, and now it seemed that Lando was trying to resolve the issue. 

"Lilly what the fuck are you playing at?" he sneered, leaning over the table and towering over her. The smirk on her face looked proud of what she'd done, and it pissed him off even more than he already was, if that was possible.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you watching him. He knew you knew, and he was going to go to every length that he could to make sure that you weren't upset by this, by her. "Not my fault she was too vanilla for you," she laughed, her friends grinning along. 

"Too vanilla? Are you out of your fucking mind? I'd rather be dead than touch you!" Lando near on yelled, people averting their eyes to him as his voice raised slightly. 

"Not what you were saying last night..." she chided in a sing song tone, and Lando was about 2 seconds away from losing his cool. 

"Well then let me make it quite clear. I would never ever want to be anywhere near you, got it? Now stop making shit up that everyone knows isn't true just because no one actually likes you. Y/N doesn't, your friends don't, no one around here does, and I sure as hell don't," he ranted, and Lilly's confidence faltered. 

He could see the slight expression of jealousy on her face, since she knew deep down that her efforts of being with Lando were proving futile. There was also some semblance of hurt there, since it was never nice to be verbally berated by the boy you had a crush on. 

"And what makes her so special, eh? Her drab personality? The fact that she's a complete suck up? Her lack of friends? Or is it just because she's clever?" she spat back, her tone not lacking that familiar snark that she was famous for. 

"She's a hell of a lot more than you'll ever be. If I hear one more lie come from your mouth, your life around here will be hell," Lando finished, moving across the canteen to go and sit with his friends: who had all been watching the ordeal from afar. 

He hadn't noticed, but pretty much everyone in the year was watching the argument. Even you, sitting at your table by the wall, were dumbfounded. As Lando sat down, you could see how he was trying to seem all cool, calm and collected like he normally was.

But, you could see the faint inklings of his anger still lingering on the surface, and you were sure they'd be there for the rest of the day. You were pissed off too, but you couldn't help but feel a small smidgen of upset too.

You didn't want to be upset, not by Lilly, never by Lilly. Yet you were. That sad feeling that you'd had over the past couple of days was creeping back in, as much as you were willing it to go away so that you could carry on as if this had never happened. 

Cutting through the light chatter, the bell rang out that signalled that you should go to first period. You spent your hour in history not really concentrating on the details of the Cuban Missile Crisis, more on what Lilly had said.

Something about the words ran deeper than they ought to have, and it was like an itch you couldn't quite scratch. "Y/N, who was it that met with Anatoly Dobrynin to secretly resolve the crisis?" your teacher interrupted, pushing you momentarily off the path that your mind was taking you down.

"Erm..." you stuttered, and something that resembled concern flashed in your teacher's eyes. You were normally so on the ball, always switched on and tuned into lessons. But, he wouldn't hold it against you that you were zoned out once.

He had never ever seen you not paying attention, so he'd let it slide. Just before he said the answer, it popped into your head. You seemed to remember reading about it in your textbook once, but it might not have been right. "Robert Kennedy?" you said, and a soft smile found its way onto his face. 

"Yes, well done," he nodded, and you were off the hook for now. You could go back to your little daydreams about everything that had gone on in the morning. Or day-mares. You weren't quite sure. 

First break and second period went by, and you remembered that you said you'd help Lando with his biology. The anxiety that you used to feel about seeing Lando was crawling through you, feeling almost like a hand wrapped around your neck.

You were at the library first, as usual. You didn't have biology today, but you had brought your text book just so you could fill in any of the gaps in your own knowledge before attempting to teach Lando any of it. 

You weren't actually sure what about anatomy he was wanting to learn or if that was just a joke, but you thought it would be better to be prepared. The chair in front of you was pulled out, and Lando sat down with a big grin on his face. 

He was trying to be normal, but he was scrutinising your every move to see if you were OK. "Hey," he smiled, rummaging through his bag to get out his crumpled work book and biology textbook. "So, tell me about that cycle thing," he said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms, ready to listen to you. 

"The menstrual cycle?" you pressed, since there were many cycles he could have been referring to. Plus, it was funny to see the flush of red on his cheeks and the way the tips of his ears turned pink when he was embarrassed.

Lando may have been a mature boy when it came to your emotions, but he was just like the rest of them when it came to talking about slightly awkward topics like periods. "Erm... yeah. That one." he confirmed. 

"OK, so, what you need to know about are the 4 hormones. You've got LH, oestrogen, progesterone and FSH. FSH causes the maturing of the egg in the ovary, LH triggers ovulation, which is the release of the egg into the uterus. Oestrogen repairs and thickens the uterus lining, and progesterone maintains the uterus lining." you explained, and Lando tried to be an active listener by nodding his head as you spoke. 

"Sure, yeah, I can remember that," he nodded. "You'll probably have to explain it a few times to me, but I can remember that. It isn't so hard," he reassured, but it sounded like he was telling himself more than he was telling you. 

"So from that, try some practice questions, and then we can fill in any gaps after, yeah?" you said, taking his textbook and flicking through the pages until you found the practice questions at the end of the chapter on the menstrual cycle. 

"Yes ma'am," he jokingly saluted, picking up his pen and looking after the questions. "Do you have some paper?" he asked, clearly not having brought any. You just rolled your eyes at him, ripping a sheet out of your notebook for him. "Thanks, you're the best," he winked at you, his eyes moving down to the paper on the table before he could spot you blushing. 

God was he charming. As Lando distracted himself with getting on with the practice questions, you figured you might as well finish your physics homework that you had been given in second period. It wouldn't take you long if you concentrated. 

But it was hindered by that small feeling of anxiety again. Anxiety of being here with Lando. Lilly's words echoed in your head again, and the stab of pain didn't become any less stinging as you thought about it.  

'Her drab personality?' You knew you weren't the most egregiously outgoing person in the world, or the most funny, but you didn't think you were drab, per se. Maybe just reserved. The people that had put the time in to get to know you seemed to find you funny.

Well, Lando seemed to find you funny. That had to count for something, right? You didn't have to be overly loud or obnoxious just to have a personality, but you were in high school, so maybe you did. 

'The fact that she's a complete suck up?' You wouldn't say you were exactly a suck up, you just liked doing well in your lessons, it was as simple as that. You didn't like getting told off, so you did your work, and you did it well. 

The praise brought you a nice little ding of satisfaction, and you didn't really see much reason to act out or not do your work. You had your moments where you had forgotten things, but your teachers were lenient since you were always so diligent. 

'Her lack of friends?' Now that was just inaccurate. You had friends, most of them were people you just so happened to sit next to in your lessons and you hung out on occasion. You didn't hang out with them in school since you liked to knuckle down and get your work done during the day so you could limit the amount you did at home. 

You went out on the weekends, whether it be for lunch or to do some activity that one of them had picked. There was just the illusion that you didn't have any friends, but you didn't expect Lilly to be so observant. 

'Or is it just because she's clever?' The more you thought about it, the more you thought that being smart was the only thing you had going for you. It was easy to look past everything that made you you when you were always getting the best grades. 

A lot of people seemed to omit the detail of your name when referring to you, simply calling you the 'smart one'. It had never bothered you before, so why did it now? Surely though, Lando didn't just like you because you were smart?

Most of the time, you weren't being academic when you spent time together, so there had to be more to it than that. As you got in your own head, your self-confidence was dwindling. Was all of that really what people thought of you?

That you were drab, friendless, a kiss ass, just the smart one? Maybe they had and you had just never noticed. All anyone ever saw you as was clever. The little lonely thing who just studied instead of having a worthy social life. 

That you were destined for solitude with nothing but your textbooks and scientific journals teeming with knowledge. It wasn't how you wanted yourself to be seen, not in the slightest. For a moment, you considered having a full on glow up, complete with the leather pants and hairspray - just like Sandy in Grease.

But that would be a little too much, so you decided against the idea. At least you didn't have long before you could leave that place and never look back. School had never been about the people to you, not until now, anyway. 

Lando noticed that you weren't doing anything, your pen was just hovering over your sheet and it had been for a few minutes now. He didn't know whether you were brainstorming or thinking, but by the look on your face, whatever you were thinking wasn't pleasant.

"Hey..." he softly mumbled, reaching out hand to place on your arm from across the table. He gently shook you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You just looked at him for a moment, your brain taking you back to where you were. 

Right. Studying. Biology. Physics. With Lando.

"You stuck?" you asked, leaning over to glance at the practice questions he had been scribbling down onto the paper. 

"No, you just seem a bit spaced out. You doing OK?" he asked, concern written all over his face. He had a feeling he knew what was going on, and he was nearly 100% sure that he was right. 

"Yeah, I'm good, just tired," you lied through your teeth, and Lando knew it was complete and utter bullshit. His expression hardened, not liking that you were lying to him. He hated it when you lied to him.

"Hey, c'mon, don't do that. Talk to me," he urged, his hand still remaining on your arm as he squeezed it. You stayed silent, not wanting him to take the mick out of you for thinking the way you were. But Lando wasn't having it. "Please? You're clearly upset about something. You can tell me." he pressed. 

"I just... nevermind. It's stupid," you dismissed, picking your pen back up to actually make an attempt on your physics homework. 

"No, we're not doing that. If you don't tell me, then I can't make it better," he carried on pushing. Lando just wanted you to open up to him, to make you see that he could trust you. He wanted to fix your problems for you.

"I... do you think I'm drab?" you asked, and he was taken aback. He took a few seconds, thinking over your question. He hated that you even had to ask him that in the first place. 

"No, course I don't, you're so much more-"

"OK so do you think I'm a suck up? Do you think I have no friends? Is the only good thing about me my brain?" you rambled, and his face softened. He was right. It was exactly what he thought it would be: Lilly's words had gotten to you. 

"No, no. Listen to me," he said, but you were still looking down at the paper and fiddling with the top of your pen. "Can you look at me?" he asked. His mum always got him to look at her when he was upset and she was trying to be reassuring, so he figured he'd try the same approach as her.

"Y/N. Look at me." he said more firmly. The sternness in his tone wasn't like anything you had heard from him, and you didn't know what else to do apart from listen to him and do as he said. You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, the softness hiding behind the hard exterior. 

"You are none of that. Don't let Lilly think any less of yourself. You're not drab, you're a joy to be around. You're not a suckup, you're a hard worker. You have friends, you've got me. And there is so much more to you that just your brain. Sure, it's an incredible thing that I admire about you, but there's more to you than just that."

Now you really didn't know what to say. Somehow, Lando had just said exactly what you needed to hear. Yet it didn't make the insecurity go away, not fully. "But do you think other people think that? Or is Lilly just saying what everyone thinks...?" you nearly whispered. 

"You don't need to care about anyone's opinion. Not everyone else's, not mine, and certainly not Lilly's. The only opinion you should care about is yours," he told you, and that was another moment where Lando showed that he was wise beyond his years. 

"OK," you agreed, and Lando finally removed his hand from your arm. He seemed settled by your agreement, but he knew he hadn't fully convinced you. He'd keep an eye on you and be ready to swoop in and quash any more of that lingered self deprecating doubt. 

"Now, do your physics. We can't have our number one scholar falling behind, can we?" he chuckled, trying to bring some light to the situation. 

"As if you could catch up, Norris," you laughed, finally starting the questions that you had to do. You had them done in ten minutes, and finally the bell went for the end of second break. You and Lando packed up your stuff, ready to head to your next lesson. 

"Hey, can we meet back here for the second half of lunch? I've got some maths I need help on," he asked, and you couldn't say no to him.

"Sure, I'll be here all lunch so just come up whenever," you told him, and he ran out to the language block for French so that he wasn't late. You just had English downstairs, so it was a short walk for you. 

Exactly as he said, Lando trudged back up to the library halfway through lunch. "My French teacher is an absolute bitch. She kept me behind for ten minutes because apparently the way I say 'jouer' isn't French enough for her. We went through pronunciation for ages and said I need to work on it," he scoffed, plopping down in front of you and earning a glare from the librarian. 

"So are we doing French or maths today?" you chuckled, thinking he'd want to do French after his little outburst. 

"I would rather die than have to think of 'qu'est ce il y a dans ta ville' again," he mocked, purposely avoiding trying to pronounce the words right. "We're doing maths. And we're doing polynomial division. Because further maths is kicking my arse at the moment,"

"Sure, sure, OK. Get your book out," you told him, going into your bag to get your own maths book out. You had it last period, so you thankfully had all your stuff to hand.

"You know, I'd be much better at maths if I could sit with you again..." he said, hoping you'd catch onto what he was asking. It was true - his maths was a hell of a lot better when he had you to help him and guide him through it. 

"Are you asking if you can come back to your old place?"

"Yes. Yes I am." he confirmed. 

"Then yeah, I think you're good to move back to your old place," you confirmed, and the smile on his face was adorable. If you were being honest with yourself, you were also missing him in maths. The seat next to you had been left vacant, and you quite liked it that way.

But, having Lando there would've been a hell of a lot better than sitting by yourself. You enjoyed teaching him and it brought you a lot of satisfaction. It was nice to have that sense of fulfillment when you had shared your knowledge to someone, especially when it was Lando. 

 "So what is it about polynomial division that you don't get?" you asked, taking his book from him and looking at the half-done sums on the page.

"I get the first bit about putting x into x cubed, but from there? Nah," he told you, and you could see what he meant. He had gotten past step one, but had completely faltered on the rest of the maths.

"So now you want to times out your x squared by the -4 after the x and put that under there," you told him, pointing to the spot on the page where he needed to put in the multiplied terms and numbers. 

You talked Lando through the rest of the steps and went over a few more with him, before letting him go through a few himself. "Are you OK? You know, after earlier and everything. I don't want you thinking like that about yourself,"

"Oh, yeah, it was just a short thing. I was being silly," you shook your head, and Lando seemed to believe you. 

"Good. And... what do I do from this bit? Minus the 3?"

"No, plus. If you try to minus a minus, it turns into a plus, yeah?" you reiterated, and he instantly remembered the small maths fact. He just smiled at you, and you couldn't quite decipher what the look in his eyes was. It looked like some form of wonder, but you decided that that was just wishful thinking on your part. 

"You're something else, you know that?" he quietly said, and you wouldn't have caught it if you weren't in the near silence of the library. 

"Hm?" you asked, wanting to make sure you had heard what you thought you had heard. 

"Oh, nothing," he blushed, pretending like he was doing his maths while you sat there. Lando mentally scolded himself for the slip up, annoyed that he had let it leave his lips. It was a freudian slip, yes, but he wasn't going to admit that. 

He wanted to tell you again, and he wanted to tell you over and over and over again until you believed it, but he didn't want to push it too far. You had only just gotten back to normal, and he didn't want to ruin it just as quickly as he had gotten it back. 

You both worked in silence until you needed to go to your 4th lesson of the day, yours being Spanish and Lando's being chemistry. "Can I walk you there?" he asked, not caring if he was late for chemistry, he hated the lesson anyway.

"Sure," you agreed, packing up your stuff and walking by his side. Lando wanted to be able to reach out, intertwine his fingers with yours and feel the warmth of your hand. But again, that'd be too much far too soon. 

People gave you dubious glances as you walked through the corridors, and the people going into your class thought it was weird when Lando just stood outside with you when they knew he wasn't in their class. "Have a good lesson, yeah? I'll see you in maths," he smiled, leaning against the wall next to the classroom door. 

"Yeah, enjoy chemistry," you smiled at him, walking in and taking your seat. After spending all that time with Lando, you forgot one teeny weeny detail. You sat with Lilly in Spanish. Great. And the realisation kicked in when she took her seat next to you. 

Dread settled in the pit of your stomach, even if she didn't say anything for the first half of the lesson. The two of you didn't have any reason to talk, so you were perfectly happy with ignoring her existence and getting your lesson out of the way. 

Yet of course, you had to do partner work. The task was simple, it was just testing each other on vocab. One of you would give the English word, and the other would give the Spanish word back. But, it wasn't like you could get out of it or ask to move places, since that would be way too obvious. She didn't initiate the conversation, so you had to be the bigger person and start it.

"Do you want me to ask first or do you want to?" you asked, and she looked at you as if you had just thrown up on her. The disgust on her face was obvious, since she made no attempt to hide it. If anything, she was playing up to make you feel worse. 

"You can ask," she said, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms. You looked at the vocabulary that you had written down in your book, scanning through the different words.

"OK... what is the plot?" you asked, and she sighed.

"Don't know." Oh. So that was how this was going to go. OK, yeah, sure, you got the idea. 

"El argumento. What is the scene?" 

"Don't know." she said, looking bored as ever. She looked like she wanted to say something, but for whatever reason, she was holding her tongue. That wasn't like Lilly, not at all, so you were slightly surprised. 

"It's really easy, come on," you huffed, feeling quite frustrated that she was being so stubborn and pig headed. But it was Lilly, what else were you expecting? 

"Look, Y/N, if it wasn't already obvious, I don't like you, and I'm certainly not going to sit here and play classmates with you, OK?" she said in the way an adult would scold a child. 

"Good, because if it wasn't already obvious, I don't like you either. But I'm not going to sit here and be a bitch about it, OK?" you replied with the same tone, and you spotted the spark that ignited in her eyes. 

Did you slightly regret snapping back? Yes. But was it a little fun? Hell yeah. 

"Ha, please. I'm not a bitch, you're just delusional," she scoffed, rolling her eyes at you. Delusional? How had that come out of your previous sentence? Clearly noticing the confusion on your face, she spoke again. 

"Did you see that little show that Lando put on this morning? He's a good actor, isn't he? Mind you, it is quite pathetic that you believed it." she said, and you dropped your book down onto the table. 

"You and I both know that that is absolute-" 

"He just uses you, you know that? Ever since you've been 'friends', haven't you noticed that his grades in pretty much everything have gone up? He didn't mean a word of it," she spat, and it was like she had read your mind and brought back up the rest of your insecurities. 

She had triggered them earlier, and now she was doing it again. "Not so mouthy now, are we?" she grinned, clearly satisfied with your facial expression. 

You felt the familiar trepidation of seeing Lando next period coming back to the fore, and all you could muster was a simple, "And this is why nobody likes you."

"Lando seems to," she said after hearing your quip, but you both knew it was bullshit. At least that wasn't true. Or was it? You didn't know what was true in regards to you and Lando anymore. 

Did he really just use you to get his grades up? Was that all this was?

Spanish was over after a little while, but you went straight to your maths classroom so that you wouldn't have to see Lando during break. Your teacher wasn't there, so you just sat in your seat to think about things. 

She walked in after some time, you couldn't say how much time you had been sat there, but there were likely only a few minutes left until break was over.  "Y/N? What's wrong? Did something happen with Lando again?" she asked, seeing the look on your face. 

"Not with Lando. Well, not Lando directly, anyway." you mumbled, and she knelt down in front of your desk. 

"You can tell me," she said. Lando had said the exact same thing to you earlier in the day, but it didn't have the same effect coming from her. 

"It's fine, I've got it covered," you said, and she decided not to press the issue further. It wasn't long before the bell went and people started filtering in. Surprisingly, Lando was one of the first to walk in and came to his seat next to you. 

"Lando, to the back," your teacher said, and he instantly knew something was wrong. 

"Miss, it's fine, really," you reassured her, and Lando briskly took his seat beside you. He could tell the energy around you was off, and he was hell bent on getting to the bottom of it. 

Meanwhile, Lilly's words were storming through your head like a runaway freight train. 'He just uses you'. It had been a fear you had held for a while, albeit one that you had convinced yourself of being irrational.

Surely, there was no way he'd do that, right? There was no way he would hug you, drive you home, walk you to class, spend his free time on projects for you if he was just using you. People weren't overly nice to people they were exploiting. 

Or maybe he was just doing it to butter you up, keep you sweet for him. Keep his grades higher. Maybe he had figured out that his niceties got him favours from you, all of which involved help on his school work. 

Maybe he was what you initially thought he was when you first talked to him on that broken down bus. A character. A special version of Lando Norris, crafted just for you. The edition of him that would get him what he wanted in the most efficient manner. 

Maybe, just maybe, Lilly was right. Lando was the star actor, the leading role, the puppet master. And you were simply the one on the strings, dancing to whatever sick tune he played.  

While you were thinking, Lando let some of the lesson go by until you were set off to work on some questions. "What's wrong?" he asked straight up, turning his body so that he was facing you more. When you didn't answer him, he nudged your leg with his knee under the table. "Come on, I know something's wrong. Is it about earlier?"

'No, I've just come to the conclusion that you might be using me' was what you thought, but you still couldn't deduce whether it was just Lilly and your mind wreaking havoc on you, or if it was the uncovered truth.

"Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours," he said, hoping to get some form of a smile from the compliment. He would take anything at this point. However, you gave him nothing. You kept your eyes trained on your paper, your pen mindlessly scribbling. 

"Was it Lilly?" he asked, and he saw the slight change in your expression. Well at least he knew something about what was going on with you. Even just the mention of it triggered the familiar, hot prickle of tears at the backs of your eyes. 

Lando spotted you welling up, and he knew he'd hit a sore spot. "Hey, no, I'm sorry for pushing, I'll stop, it's OK," he rambled, feeling panicked at the prospect of you crying. He had seen it a few times, and it was a few times too many. 

He also didn't want you to feel embarrassed by crying in the middle of class, especially not because of him. "You're OK, I'm sorry, it's OK," he tried to soothe as you tried to fight the tears back. 

Lando wished he could just hug you like he had before, since that seemed to take the pain away for a little bit. At least then, he wouldn't feel so useless and like he was just sitting by and watching you get upset. 

All he wanted was to hold you in his arms, make sure that no one else could ever hurt you again. But even then, it probably wouldn't be enough. "It's nothing," was all you could muster out, and something in Lando snapped. 

He was so frustrated, he didn't know what to do with himself. He tried to tear his eyes away from you, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to look at your pretty face all day. But, he left you alone, returning to his maths. 

Lando couldn't focus though, and time seemed to move unbelievably slowly while he was waiting for the lesson to end so that he could talk to you in a less public space. The bell had rung after an agonising half an hour, but you were too quick for him to catch as you practically ran out of the classroom. 

He couldn't spot you as you walked through the corridors, since the hoards of people leaving their lessons obstructed his view. Darting out of school, he saw the bus waiting, and he was meant to be catching it, but he didn't care about that right now. 

On the other side of the road, he saw you walking down the pavement with your headphones stuffed in your ears. He had to jog across the road as he was nearly ran over by a van, but that was the least of his worries right now. 

"Y/N!" he called out after you, but you clearly hadn't heard him over your music. That wasn't going to going to deter him, however, as he continued to jog down the pavement and started walking next to you. "Y/N, talk to me," he said, slightly huffing as he finally got to slow down.

"Hm? Oh," you mumbled as you heard him beside you, not knowing what to say. You didn't want to push him away, but you didn't want to be like this anymore. 

"C'mon, tell me, I'm here, there's no one around, it's just you and me," he tried to convince you. Stopping and turning to look a him, he saw the tears welling up in your eyes again, and he still didn't know what to do. 

"You can't just be my friend again, then suddenly stop talking to me and not even tell me why," he ranted, his frustration seeping through his words. 

"Look, I don't think we should be friends, Lando." you said, and he felt like his heart had stopped beating in his chest. 

What the hell had triggered this? Why were you thinking like this? And why wouldn't you tell him what was going on? He hoped that this was just some spur of the moment thing, that you were just upset and acting on impulses.

God, he couldn't take this again. Not again, he wouldn't let you walk away from him again. He wouldn't lose you again. He had lost you once and it had been the worst few days of his recent memory, and he wasn't going to let you slip away that easily.

"No, no, don't do that. Don't do this to me, don't be stupid," he scoffed, waiting for you to crack a smile and tell him you were kidding and that you were just a bit on edge from something or another. The smile never came. 

"Why? Why the fuck are you coming to this conclusion?" he continued, but the tears just started to silently fall down your cheeks. 

"Me being associated with you just brings us both unwanted stress and upset. Your friends take the piss out of you, everyone seems to take the piss out of me and I can't do it Lando. You're brilliant but I just can't do this anymore," you sobbed, trying to walk away from him. 

"No, no, you can't say that and not tell me what someone said to you," he pressed, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back so that you couldn't walk away from him. "I know it was Lilly, but you've gotta tell me what she said to you."

"She... nothing," you stuttered, and Lando's patience was wearing very damn thin. 

"No, don't try pull that bullshit with me, I will not have it. You're going to give me one good fucking reason right now or I will lose it with you," he said through gritted teeth.

"She said that you don't actually want to be my friend and that you just use me to get better grades and it got me thinking and-"

"And what?" he cut you off, "You really believe a word that slimy bitch says? Sure, you helping me with my work is great, I won't deny that, but I spend time with you for you. And you wanna know why? Because I think you're amazing. You're funny, pretty and a hell of a lot smarter than anyone should be." he carried on, and he realised by your facial expression that he may have said more than he was meant to, but he didn't care at this point.

"You... huh?" you said, the words replaying over in your head.  Was he meant to say that or was he still just trying to keep you attached to him?

"I said I think you're amazing and you're more to me than just a tutor. You're my friend. Dare I say one of my favourites because you never take the piss out of me, you're always nice to me, and being around you makes me happy. And you're too smart to believe a word she says." he reaffirmed.

Your eyes searched his face for any trace of dishonesty, any hint of a lie. Yet, it they found nothing. Not a speck of chicanery in sight. He kept saying all this stuff, and it was supposed to be exactly what you needed to hear. Then why wasn't it?

"Were you and Lilly ever anything?" you asked, the question slipping past your lips before you could even find it in yourself to stop it. You didn't even know why you cared - well, you did. The stallion of jealousy was rearing its ugly head, and there was no way that you could suppress it.

You liked him, you liked him a lot. And, even if he had only had something fleeting with Lilly, it still would have upset you. 

"No." he sharply and quickly answered. "Why the fuck would I ever-" he started, before cutting himself off with a sigh. Getting annoyed at you wasn't the best approach, even if you were making it damn impossible not to. "No. No I never and will never have anything with her." he said. 

"But still, people are still awful to me and to you," you whispered, trying to hold back even more tears. 

"That doesn't matter, not to me. I don't give a shit what people think, I just give a shit about you." he pleaded, hoping and praying that you weren't going to turn around and leave him.

Despite the clear sincerity in his voice, you couldn't bring yourself to believe him. As much as you desperately wanted to believe him, you couldn't. You needed to believe him, but you couldn't. 

The worst part was was that you knew the notion was completely absurd, but you believed it anyway. "Please don't do this..." he whispered, moving his hands to hold you at the top of your arms. God, he didn't want you to go. Not again. 

"I'm sorry, Lando..." you mumbled, shrugging away from his grip and pushing your headphones back into your ears. With every step you took, it felt like another stab to his already broken heart. 

Lando closed his eyes, unable to watch you walk away from him. "I thought you were the smartest person I knew, but it turns out you're the fucking dumbest," he called out after you, his voice cracking on the words. 

It was mean, sure, but he didn't care. What he did care about wa the fact that the only girl he had ever had real feelings for was walking away from him, and there was seemingly nothing he could do to bring you back. Nothing. 

A/N - Already 5k into the next part of this, and I'm sorry, I know it felt like it was just getting better. Alas, we're getting there. And happy birthday Lando! He may piss me off to no end, but damn do I love writing about him 💖

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[thatonebirdwrites]

Courage

The moment the elevator doors shut, panic lances through her muscles, arcs across her brain, and stifles her breathing. Kara slumps against the wall as the sensation of spinning turns her stomach to goo.

She needs to get out. Escape, but her limbs won't move. She's rooted to the floor and wall, her body a trembling branch in a nonexistent wind.

A ding rings out and the doors open. Kara pushes off the wall and leaps forward, blindly. She collides with a soft body, who breathes out a soft 'oof' before wrapping arms around Kara. They tumble in a heap to the floor.

"Kara?" Lena lays under her.

Kara scrambles off her. "S-sorry," she stammers. Her head spins from the vertigo, and that urge to upend her lunch clenches her stomach.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Lena sits up and gently touches Kara's shoulder. Her thumb rubs back and forth, and the soothing touch ripples through the panic-clenched muscles. Slowly, she relaxes under Lena's ministrations. "How about we go to my office and chat?"

It's an out, a way to escape the suffocating embarrassment of having knocked over the new boss of CatCo. Kara doesn't want Lena to see her like this, but as they sit on the floor, she can't think of an excuse for her mad dash. Or her trembling hands, or the sheen of sweat along her hair's roots.

She's exhausted, scared, and dreading the Supergirl calls. Psi is still out there, and the horror of each encounter brings up another trauma. Layers and layers like a badly baked cake.

Running will only make Lena and their coworkers more suspicious, so she nods. People keep glancing their way, but no one says a word as Kara follows Lena into the CEO office.

Once Kara's settled on the sofa, Lena sits next to her and takes one of her hands. Her thumb strokes back and forth, and the terror that'd gripped Kara eases further.

"What's wrong?" Lena's words are soft, her expression so earnest, that Kara almost bursts into tears.

Instead, she sniffles and tips her head back against the sofa. "Panic," she mumbles.

"I figured as much. What caused it? If you feel comfortable sharing."

"Elevator." The dread of the elevator had latched onto her soul, an emotional flashback to being trapped in her pod in the Phantom Zone for years.

"Ah, small enclosed space." Lena continues to massage Kara's hands. "If it helps, I'll ride in it with you. Even if I have to ride back up to the office after."

Kara frowns. "Why? That seems silly." That last vestiges of the panic has faded into an ache in her chest. Lena's touch always does that to her, a relief that soothes the ending grief that haunts her steps.

"Helping you is never silly." Lena states it as if it's a fact of nature. "And it's no trouble. Truly."

Kara meets Lena's gave and blinks back tears. Such a small offer shouldn't affect her so, and yet, here she is on the verge of weeping. She wants to tell Lena everything. To finally let go of the secret that mars the relationship between them.

Before she realizes it, she finds herself crying, her face pressed against Lena's shoulder, and Lena's arms tight around her. She rocks her gently, rubbing her back, and whispering kind platitudes in Kara's ears, and that only breaks her further.

"I need help," she whispers, finally. "But I'm scared to ask. That once you know this truth about me, you'll be furious. That you'll hate me for it."

"Darling," Lena says, gently, "That sounds like what my therapist calls catastrophizing. Building up worst case scenarios without evidence."

The term surprises her. Kara's never really thought about it quite like that, but what is her evidence that Lena will be angry? She thinks of how Lena prefers transparency, hates lies, and how prone to anger she can be in those situations.

And yet, she's never shown anger with Kara, even when she has to leave their hangout early due to Supergirl stuff.

"This is a pretty big thing though," Kara says, quietly. She rubs away her tears an sighs. "I don't want to lose you, Lena."

"Whatever you have to tell me," Lena continues, "it won't hurt what we're building, okay?"

Kara tugs at the cuffs of her button-down shirt. "It might."

Lena tilts her head and studies Kara for a long moment. "How about I be the judge of that?" she says finally.

Kara winces. Valid point. "Okay. I -- I'm dealing with a metahuman who -- who somehow induces flashbacks of the most horrifying parts of my life. She's been breaking into banks with this ability, and I can't fight her. No matter how hard I try. The panic hits, I'm back in that -- that horrible memory, and it lingers for the rest of the day. Like the elevator. It -- it felt like I was trapped in my pod again, watching my planet die again and again." She breathes in sharply and blinks back tears. Lena's hands grip hers tighter. "Normally, I can usually handle it."

"But not today." Lena looks thoughtful, but she doesn't seem angry or upset. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I can't even imagine that." Her eyes dart to the row of televisions behind the desk, where a few play a segment about the bank heists and Supergirl. "But perhaps I can help?"

Kara shakes her head. "I don't want her to hurt you, Lena! I can't lose you-"

"Kara, darling," Lena ducks her head to meet Kara's distraught gaze. She squeezes Kara's hand. "You're talking to an engineer and biophysics researcher. All powers, even yours -" when she says that word, a slight smile forms on her lips, and Kara knows then that Lena isn't angry about her reveal "- have a signature. If this thief is using a power to induce panic and trauma into another, that means a signal must emit from the thief. I could try crafting a few devices to nullify it, creating a field to protect you."

Kara blinks, startled. "Huh. You know, that -- that could work." It'd be better than her reliving all her traumas at once. No matter how hard she pushes herself through it, it slows her down far too much. Psi gets away every time.

"Then how about this. I'll need to do a scan of the area of her most recent heist. Preferably directly after. Then give me a day to craft you something." Lena's firm, problem-solving voice invokes a sense of warmth that washes through Kara from head to toe.

"She might still be nearby if it's directly after."

"Then let's be quick, and you can fly me out of there after." The way Lena so casually suggests flying has Kara breathless, but not due to panic, more of a relief and sense of wonder. Maybe Lena already knew her secret this whole time and had simply been waiting for Kara to tell her?

"Okay." Kara smiles for the first time that day.

***

The next heist is that evening. Supergirl shows up, the fight goes awry, Psi gets away, but this time Lena Luthor surveys the site with a handheld scanner. Her disguise is a simple black outfit, similar to Alex's agents, but without any markings.

"Kara, what the hell is Lena doing here?" Alex whispers as she hands Kara a water bottle.

Kara, still shivering from the Psi-induced panic attack, chugs the water. It's cool taste soothes her from the inside out. "She had an idea on how to help. But she needed a scan of Psi's signature."

Alex's eyebrows raise almost to her hairline. "You told her?"

Kara shrugs and crumples the water bottle flat in her hands. When Lena finishes her scan, she walks over, her smile a little forced, and a look of unease in her eyes. The residue of Psi's power still lingers.

Kara does as promised -- flies her to her lab at L-Corp.

***

The second heist after that, Kara comes prepared with Lena's new device latched to her belt. This time when Psi smiles and attempts her mental attack, Kara feels only a soft buzzing at the edge of her awareness.

"Nice try." She superspeeds forward and slams Psi into a wall. "Your reign of terror ends today."

"Oh? No longer eager to play?" Psi teases, her voice like honey, cloying and sweet. "And here I thought we were becoming friends."

"As if." Kara slaps on the power-dampening cuffs and leads Psi out of the bank. Alex waits with her team just outside. Pushing Psi into the back of that van gives Kara a sense of satisfaction.

"A bit kinky, isn't this?" Psi says with a grin. She nods her head at the black interior and holds up the cuffs. "Makes me think you're wanting some of this."

"I can guarantee you I don't, but I'm sure you'll love your new accommodations," Kara says with a smirk before she shuts the doors. The entire vehicle is built to hold in most powers, but Supergirl flies above the van just in case. At least until Psi is safely transported.

Alex catches her just after Psi is locked in a holding cell, where she'll stay until her trial. "Hey, Kara, so that device?" She gestures to Kara's belt. "Lena made that?"

"Yup." Kara taps it with a smile. "Worked like a charm."

"Huh." Alex taps her chin, thoughtfully. "Think she'd be interested in looking over some of our tech? We could use an upgrade."

"Can't hurt to ask." Kara loves the idea of Lena helping with other Supergirl related things.

***

Kara settles onto the sofa next to Lena. She has a bowl of popcorn in her lap, and various sodas and wine cups sit on the table. The movie is cued up and ready to go, but Lena plucks the remote from Kara's hand.

"Can we talk a moment?"

Kara freezes and dread curdles in her stomach. Is this the moment her world crashes down at her? Is Lena going to reveal how angry she is that Kara kept her Supergirl identify from her now that Kara's out of harms way? "Uh sure."

Lena places the popcorn and remote on the table and faces Kara. "I want you to know that I'll keep your secret, Kara." The words eases the tension in Kara's muscles and she sags against the sofa in relief. "And I'm open to assisting further if the need arises, but I want to establish a boundary first."

"Oh -- oh okay."

"When you're in the suit, I'd like for us to maintain a strictly professional relationship. Consider it a job. Outside the suit, I'd like us to be ..." Lena hesitates and wrings her hands, nervously. "I'd like us to be us. Not me the CEO and you a superpowered alien, just us as Kara and Lena. Enjoying our time together like before."

Kara breathes out in relief. "Yeah. Yeah, I like that boundary." It makes sense to since it'd give them some protection from the gossiping rags. Plus it eases a fear Kara hadn't realized plagued her -- that maybe Lena no longer saw her as just Kara.

"Great." Lena grins and leans into Kara's side in relief. "Okay, now we can watch the movie." She picks up the remote and dangles it from her fingers. When Kara reaches for it, Lena jerks it out of her range. "And on second thought, I have one more condition."

Kara freezes mid-grab.

Lena smirks and spins the remote in her hand. "Every other movie I pick it and we'll watch with no complaints from you."

Kara lets out a laugh. Lately, she's been picking absolutely terrible science fiction movies, mostly for the laughs. Of course Lena would have a limit to how many she could handle watching.

"Deal." Kara nabs the remote and hits play.

[hoshifighting]

virgin!reader first time with dom ‘daddy’ scoups, receiving her first oral and absolutely loving the feel of scoups’ tongue? 😫

first oral with dom!seungcheol

warnings: virgin!reader, fingering, pussy eating, g'spot stimulation, clit stimulation.

you always heard about the fuss surrounding oral sex, how everyone talked about it like it was the epitome of pleasure. your boyfriend, Seungcheol, always made sure you knew that if you wanted, he was more than willing to give it to you. but you felt so shy all this time, only letting him finger you. just that.

but now, here you were, with Seungcheol between your legs, his strong arms holding your thighs gently but firmly. his eyes were locked onto yours, filled with nothing but adoration and patience. he wasn't pushing, wasn't demanding—just waiting for your permission.

"you sure you want to do this?" Seungcheol asked softly, his thumbs caressing your skin in soothing circles.

you took a deep breath, feeling your heart race. the intimacy of the moment, the vulnerability of having him so close to you, made your cheeks flush with heat. but the trust you had in him, the way he always made you feel safe and cherished, gave you the courage to nod.

"yes, i'm sure," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

a warm smile spread across Seungcheol's face as he kissed the inside of your thigh. "just relax, okay? i promise i'll take care of you," he murmured against your skin.

you nodded again, your breath hitching as you felt his breath ghost over your pussy. he started slow, placing gentle, feather-light kisses along your inner thighs, taking his time to help you relax and get used to the sensation. his touch was electrifying, making your nerves sing in anticipation.

when his mouth finally made contact with your folds, you couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips. Seungcheol's tongue was warm and soft, moving with deliberate care as he tasted you for the first time. he moaned softly against you, the vibration adding to the growing pleasure.

"you're doing so good," he praised, his voice thick with desire as he licked a slow, teasing stripe up your slit. "just let yourself feel it."

you bit your lip, trying to stifle the whimper that bubbled up in your throat. it felt so intense, so overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Seungcheol's hands gripped your thighs a little tighter as he started to suck gently on your clit, his tongue flicking expertly over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"oh, god," you moaned, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you. it was unlike anything you had ever felt before, the pleasure building steadily, making your toes curl and your breath come in short, shallow gasps.

Seunghceol didn't let up, his mouth working you over with a skill that left you breathless. he alternated between sucking and licking your clit, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt you getting closer to the edge.

you could feel his hand traveling from your thigh to the middle of your folds. he paused, his fingers hovering just at your entrance. "can i?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

you nodded feverishly, anticipation making your heart race. Seungcheol slid one finger inside you, then another, the stretch causing you to gasp. but before you could fully process the sensation, his mouth was on your throbbing clit, sucking gently to distract you from the stretch.

his tongue flicked against your clit quickly, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. your clit felt like it was on fire as he curled his fingers inside you, pressing against your g'spot with precision. the dual sensation was overwhelming, and your head fell back as you screamed out in pleasure.

"mhmm," Seungcheol hummed, the vibration adding to your pleasure, your clit still caught between his lips. the combination of his skilled fingers and talented mouth was driving you wild, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. you were so close, teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm, and Seungcheol knew exactly how to push you over.

"Seungcheol, i—" you managed to gasp, your voice barely above a whisper as your entire body tensed in anticipation.

"let go, baby," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, his fingers curling just right, his mouth working you over with relentless determination. "i want to feel you cum for me."

with his words and the unyielding pressure on your g'spot and clit, you couldn't hold back any longer. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure. you screamed his name, your hands clutching at the sheets as you rode out the intense waves of ecstasy.

Seungcheol continued to lap at your clit, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm until you were a quivering mess beneath him. only then did he pull away, his fingers slipping out of you gently. he moved up to cradle you in his arms, his smile tender and full of love, you can feel your taste on his lips, and you mewled.

"you did so well babygirl" he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. "so beautiful."

[estapa-edwards]

CARE - J. HUGHES

paring: jack hughes x reader

word count: 1.6k

requested? yes - request for reader taking care of jack after his shoulder surgery. like they’re back in Michigan and super fluffy! thanks! :)

warnings: use of y/n.

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As I wake up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I can feel the weight of the day ahead settling on my shoulders. Today marks another step in our journey toward recovery. Jack, my beloved boyfriend and a prominent player for the New Jersey Devils, recently underwent shoulder surgery, and we've returned to Michigan to focus on his rehabilitation. Taking care of him has become my top priority, a responsibility I cherish deeply.

Jack is usually the epitome of strength and resilience, but seeing him vulnerable after the surgery was a stark reminder of his humanity. As I prepare breakfast, I can't help but recall the determined look in his eyes as he reassured me that he would bounce back stronger than ever. But for now, he needs me to be his pillar of support, his rock in turbulent waters.

The scent of pancakes fills the air as I hear Jack's footsteps approaching. Despite the pain he must be feeling, he still manages to flash me a grateful smile that warms my heart. "Good morning, love," he greets me, his voice tinged with fatigue yet filled with appreciation.

"Morning, Jack," I reply, returning his smile as I set the table. Breakfast becomes a quiet affair as we both focus on fueling our bodies for the day ahead. I catch Jack wincing occasionally, a subtle reminder of the discomfort he's experiencing. It's moments like these that remind me of the challenges we face together, but also of the unwavering bond that strengthens us.

After breakfast, I assist Jack with his morning routine, helping him with tasks that were once effortless. From tying his shoelaces to buttoning his shirt, every action is a testament to his determination to regain his independence. Despite the frustration that occasionally bubbles to the surface, Jack's resilience shines through, inspiring me to be his unwavering support.

As we settle into the rhythm of our day, I can't help but reflect on how our roles have shifted. Normally, it's Jack who takes care of me, offering support and encouragement in times of need. But now, it's my turn to repay the favor, to be the anchor that keeps him grounded amidst the storm.

Throughout the day, I find myself anticipating Jack's needs before he even asks. Whether it's preparing his favorite meals or adjusting his pillows for added comfort, every action is infused with love and care. 

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One evening, as we sat together in comfortable silence, Jack's gaze lingered on me with a mixture of gratitude and concern. "Y/n," he began, his voice soft yet filled with a hint of apprehension, "I can't help but feel bad that you're spending all your time taking care of me. You shouldn't have to put your life on hold because of me."

His words struck a chord deep within me, stirring emotions that I had been suppressing for far too long. Though I had convinced myself that caring for Jack was my sole purpose, his concern reminded me that I too deserved to prioritize my own needs.

"Jack," I replied, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile, "taking care of you isn't a burden—it's a privilege. I want to be here for you, every step of the way. But that doesn't mean I've forgotten about myself in the process."

I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice the thoughts that had been weighing heavily on my mind. "I've realized that I need to take care of myself too. So, starting tomorrow, I'm going to carve out some time for myself—to pursue my own interests, to recharge, and to ensure that I'm taking care of my own well-being."

Jack's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of admiration and gratitude. "Y/n, you never cease to amaze me," he murmured, reaching out to gently grasp my hand. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, more than words can express. But I also want you to know that your happiness and well-being are just as important to me."

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After Jack's gentle encouragement to prioritize my own well-being, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to indulge in a little self-care. Taking a deep breath, I embarked on a much-needed shopping trip, determined to treat myself to a few new pieces to lift my spirits.

As I wandered through the bustling streets, the vibrant energy of the city enveloped me, filling me with a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation. With each new store I entered, I found myself drawn to clothing that reflected my personality—a mix of classic elegance and contemporary flair.

After what felt like hours of browsing racks and trying on various outfits, I emerged from the last store with a spring in my step and a bag full of newfound treasures. Eager to share my purchases with Jack, I practically skipped home, my heart brimming with excitement.

Upon my return, Jack greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How was your shopping trip, love?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine interest.

"It was amazing!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my enthusiasm as I unveiled my purchases. "I found some really cute pieces that I can't wait to show you."

With a mischievous twinkle in my eye, I disappeared into the bedroom, emerging moments later in one of my new outfits—a flowy sundress that billowed around me as I twirled in front of Jack.

His eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning," he breathed, his voice filled with admiration.

Buoyed by his heartfelt compliment, I proceeded to model each of my new outfits, each one eliciting a different reaction from Jack—whether it was a wolf whistle of approval or a playful tease about my newfound sense of style.

As the impromptu fashion show drew to a close, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me, knowing that I had shared this moment of joy with the person I loved most in the world.

Wrapping me in a warm embrace, Jack pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, his arms enveloping me in a cocoon of love and affection. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Y/n," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "You always know how to brighten my day."

After the excitement of the impromptu fashion show, Jack and I settled into a cozy evening together, relishing in the simple pleasure of each other's company. With Jack's shoulder still on the mend, I made sure to position pillows strategically around him, ensuring that he remained comfortable and supported throughout our movie night.

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As we snuggled together on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting a warm hue over the room, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer contentment that enveloped us. Jack's head rested against my shoulder, his arm draped protectively around me, while my fingers traced gentle patterns across his chest, eliciting a contented sigh from him.

With a flick of the remote, I selected a lighthearted romantic comedy, knowing that it was just the thing to lift our spirits and chase away any lingering worries. As the opening credits rolled, we settled in for an evening of laughter and love, losing ourselves in the world unfolding before us.

Throughout the movie, we shared stolen glances and whispered commentary, each moment deepening the connection between us. Jack's laughter rang out like music, filling the room with joy, while my heart swelled with affection at the sight of him so relaxed and carefree.

Occasionally, I would feel Jack shift beside me, a silent reminder of the discomfort he still experienced. With a gentle touch, I would adjust his position, mindful of his shoulder and eager to ensure his comfort above all else. And though the movie provided a welcome distraction, it was the moments in between—the shared smiles, the tender caresses—that held the true magic.

As the credits rolled and the movie drew to a close, I reluctantly stirred from our comfortable cocoon, a sense of reluctance tugging at my heart. Yet, as I turned to face Jack, his eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored my own, I knew that our night together was far from over.

With a playful grin, Jack reached for the remote, his fingers brushing against mine as he selected another movie—one that we had both been wanting to watch for weeks. As the opening scenes filled the screen, we settled back into our cozy haven, eager to lose ourselves in yet another cinematic adventure.

As the movie unfolded before us, we found ourselves drawn into its captivating narrative, our laughter mingling with the soundtrack as we shared whispered commentary and inside jokes. With each passing moment, our connection deepened, weaving an invisible thread that bound us together in a tapestry of love and affection.

Occasionally, I would steal glances at Jack, marveling at the way his eyes sparkled with laughter and his smile lit up the room. Despite the challenges he faced, he remained unwavering in his resilience, his spirit shining bright even in the darkest of times.

And as the night wore on, I found myself falling more and more in love with him with each passing moment. With his head resting against my shoulder and his hand intertwined with mine, I knew that no matter what the future held, as long as we had each other, we could weather any storm that came our way.

As the final credits rolled and the screen faded to black, I turned to Jack with a soft smile, my heart overflowing with love. "Thank you for tonight, Jack," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude. "For being here, for being you."

With a tender kiss and a whispered promise of forever, we settled into the comfort of each other's arms, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brought, we would face it together, hand in hand, with hearts full of hope and love.

Im finally back! I've been so busy this last month, thank you guys so much for reading my work! i love you all xoxo

[flwrstqr]

𖠵 ⌇MY LOVE GUIDE FOR A NERD — TEASER

SYNOPSIS: as the stubborn older sister of the one and only kang sooha, the school's perfect golden girl, your life was a constant shadow compared to her shining light. one day, you find a heartfelt letter in your locker, only to realize it's from heeseung, the school's notorious nerd or loser, and it's meant for sooha. a brilliant idea strikes—you'll offer heeseung a deal: test answers and homework help in exchange for your guidance to win over soohab But as you dive deeper into the plan, you start to see heeseung in a new light, and your heart begins to betray you. who knew if heeseung felt the same?

featuring loser!heeseung x fem!reader (feat cho miyeon from gidle, choi yeonjun from txt)

genre high school au, romance, one sided enemies to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, long fic, fluff, angst, oblivious x oblivious, tutor au ish

word count teaser is 500, (fic est about 9k-10k wc)

warnings sooha dating your ex, yn being compared to sooha, yn kind of using heesseung in the beginning, profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), small grammar errors (sorry), sooha using heeseung later on, yn being a bit stubborn in the beginning

disclaimer i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.

release date by the last week of jul hopefully

taglist open! send an ask or comment to be added @seuliecore @isa942572 @txtlyn @immelissaaa @isabellah29 @korok127-not-nct127 @heeheeyeoiizz01 @heelee-01

danielle note so i kind of like had this idea for a few months for now. lowkey i fell in love with the plot while thinking of this so i thought it was a must to write this. so here i am >o<

YOU GO TO YOUR LOCKER AND NOTICE A LETTER, its envelope adorned with colorful stickers and cute doodles. The sight alone makes you curious. With a quick glance around to make sure no one is watching, you rip open the envelope and unfold the letter inside.

The paper is thick and slightly scented, and the handwriting is neat and careful, clearly written with a lot of thought and effort. As you begin to read, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Dear Sooha,

I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve admired you from afar for so long, and I can’t keep my feelings to myself any longer. Your kindness, intelligence, and beauty have captivated me, and I find myself thinking about you constantly. I know this might come as a surprise since we don’t interact much, but I see you every day, and each moment I do, I’m struck by how incredible you are.

Your smile lights up the room, and your laughter is like music to my ears. I find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to be the reason behind that smile, to share in your joy and be a part of your life. You are not only beautiful but also kind-hearted and intelligent. The way you treat everyone with such warmth and respect makes you stand out even more.

I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, but I never had the courage. I’m not the most outgoing person, and I often find myself lost in the background. But every time I see you, I feel a little braver, a little more hopeful. I’ve decided it’s time to take a chance, to step out of the shadows and let you know how I feel.

Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. No matter what your response is, I’m glad I finally mustered up the courage to express my feelings. You deserve to know how truly special you are.

Sincerely, Lee Heeseung"

Your jaw drops. Lee Heeseung, the school’s infamous nerd, likes you? The very thought is almost laughable. But then you notice the name again: Sooha. You roll your eyes as realization hits. This love letter wasn’t meant for you at all; it was intended for your younger sister, Sooha, the popular golden child of the school.

You glance across the room and spot Heeseung just as he walks into the classroom. He’s the epitome of a nerd, with his oversized glasses slipping down his nose, a mountain of books clutched in his arms, and an awkward shuffle in his step. He pauses to push his glasses up, and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes dart nervously around the room

And then, an idea strikes you. A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you tuck the letter back into its envelope.

Your eyes follow Heeseung as he makes his way to his seat, and you feel a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. This could be interesting.

📌 :: PERM TL @stariekis @nishimuraazr1zzkiii @suhiiiiiii @ashtxrie @copyhanni @jwsdoll @yejisuu @caeqey @onlyjjong @sunrenity @river-demon-slayer @dimplewonie  @hrts4hees @teddywonss @floweryang @sumzysworld @sngleehee @ohmydollie @chaewonshoney @luvj4key @dioll @jlheon  @junislqve @rikiscarf @sainns @luvlyhee @a-dream-bookmark

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[guccixstyless]

Confessions

Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader

Word Count: 1918 Words

Summary: Sunghoon and Y/n are childhood besties, but Y/n is in love with him although his heart is taken by someone else. What will happen when y/n finally confesses and he rejects?

A/N: Wrote this oneshot on a rush, hope you like it! Please leave a comment, it would mean a lot xx

Jake Sim Imagine

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Sunghoon and Y/N had been inseparable since they were kids. They were the epitome of the classic best friends, finishing each other's sentences, sharing inside jokes, and being there for one another through thick and thin. Y/n cherished every moment spent with Sunghoon, but there was a secret she harbored deep within her heart—a secret she could never bring herself to confess. She was hopelessly in love with him.

But there was a catch, he was dating someone else. His girlfriend, Rim, was perfect, beauty with brains as they say. They've been dating for 2 months now.

"Just a little bit of love," Ariana Grande's melancholic melody played softly from the nearby café (the irony), casting a bittersweet spell over the night as the two bestfriends strolled on a Tuesday autumn evening. Y/n's gaze lingered on Sunghoon, the way his eyes sparkled with genuine joy, and she wished she could freeze this moment in time forever.

As they settled into their usual spot at the café, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom creeping into her chest. After placing their beverage order, they both took a seat and she watched Sunghoon's eyes light up as he spoke about his girlfriend, a pang of jealousy twisting in her gut. She forced a smile, masking the turmoil within her.

She watched Sunghoon's eyes, so full of warmth and affection, and she knew she couldn't keep her feelings hidden any longer.

"Hoonie," her voice trembled with emotion, "there's something I need to tell you."

Sunghoon turned to her, his brow furrowing with concern. "What is it, Y/n? You know you can tell me anything."

Yn took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "I... I love you, Sunghoon. More than just a friend."

For a moment, there was silence, the weight of Yn's confession hanging heavy in the air. And then, Sunghoon spoke, his words shattering Yn's heart into a million irreparable pieces.

"I... I'm sorry, Y/n," his voice was barely a whisper, laced with sorrow. "I care about you, I really do, but... I'm with someone else."

Y/n felt her world crumbling around her, she knew what would be his response already but still the pain of rejection cutting deeper than any knife. She forced a smile, masking her heartache behind a facade of false bravado.

"It's fine, really! I wasn't expecting for you to reciprocate, I just wanted to let it out you know...couldn't hide it any further," Y/n smiled at Sunghoon.

"This won't affect our friendship, right?" Sunghoon asked worriedly, "I-..Y/n you're so special to me."

"We will be fine, Hoonie." Y/n assured him.

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As the days passed after Y/n's confession, a palpable tension hung in the air between her and Sunghoon. She avoided his attempts to plan hangouts, citing various excuses that sounded stupid even to her own ears. Every time she saw him, her heart twisted with guilt and longing, knowing that she was pushing him away despite her deepest desires.

Sunghoon, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice the change in Y/n's behavior. He could sense her pulling away, but he couldn't understand why. Y/n assured him it has nothing to do with the confession, so why? Was it something he said? Something he did? The questions swirled in his mind like a relentless storm, threatening to consume him whole.

One evening, as Y/n sat alone in her room, the weight of her unspoken feelings pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket, there was a soft knock on her door. She hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to answer, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat.

"Y/n, it's me," Sunghoon's voice filtered through the door, tinged with concern. "Can we talk?"

Y/n's breath caught in her throat at the sound of his voice, the familiar warmth washing over her like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. She opened the door slowly, her eyes meeting Sunghoon's in silent apprehension.

"Hey," Sunghoon's smile was hesitant, his eyes searching hers for answers. "Can I come in?"

Yn nodded wordlessly, stepping aside to let him into her room. Sunghoon entered hesitantly, his gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings with a mix of nostalgia and longing. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he struggled to find the right words.

"Y/n, I... I know things have been weird between us lately," Sunghoon began, his voice soft with uncertainty. "And I can't shake this feeling that I've done something to upset you. If I have, please, just tell me. I can't stand this distance between us."

Y/n's heart ached at the sincerity in Sunghoon's words, the genuine concern etched on his face like a map of his inner turmoil. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms, to bury her face in his chest and confess her love for him once more, but the fear held her back like an invisible barrier.

"It's not you, Sunghoon," Y/n's voice was barely a whisper, laced with sorrow. "It's me. I... I just need some time to figure things out."

Sunghoon's brow furrowed with confusion, his eyes searching hers for answers that she couldn't bring herself to give. He reached out to touch her arm, a silent gesture of comfort and reassurance, but Yn flinched away as if his touch burned like fire.

"I'm sorry," Yn's voice trembled with emotion, tears threatening to spill from her eyes at any moment. "I just... I need some space right now."

Sunghoon's heart sank like a stone in his chest at Y/n's words, the pain of her rejection cutting deeper than any knife. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close, to chase away the shadows that haunted her heart, but he knew that he had to respect her wishes, no matter how much it tore him apart inside.

"Okay," Sunghoon's voice was barely a whisper, heavy with resignation. "I'll give you the space you need. But just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to talk."

With that, Sunghoon turned and left Y/n's room, the weight of her unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them like a shroud. Y/n watched him go, her heart breaking a little more with each retreating step, knowing that she had hurt the person she cared about most in the world.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but the distance between Y/n and Sunghoon only seemed to grow with each passing moment. They exchanged polite greetings when they crossed paths, but the easy familiarity of their friendship had been replaced by a strained awkwardness that neither of them could seem to shake.

Y/n watched from afar as Sunghoon's relationship with his girlfriend blossomed, her heart breaking a little more with each tender moment they shared. She knew that she had no right to feel jealous, no right to interfere in their happiness, but she couldn't help but wish that things were different—that she was the one by Sunghoon's side, sharing in his joys and sorrows.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing from his life, a void that no amount of laughter or love could seem to fill. He missed the easy camaraderie he shared with Y/n, the way they could talk for hours about nothing and everything all at once. He missed the warmth of her smile, the sound of her laughter, the gentle touch of her hand against his.

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One rainy afternoon, as Sunghoon sat on Rim's couch in her apartment, she called Sunghoon to have a talk. The sound of the rain tapping against the windowpane like a melancholic melody, he found himself lost in thought.

Rim sighed as she entered the living room and took a seat beside Sunghoon.

"Sunghoon, I like you a lot," she began, her voice trembling slightly with emotion, "but I know you and Y/n are meant for each other. We had a good run of few months, but even we both know it won't last long."

Sunghoon felt a lump form in his throat at her words, the guilt and sadness threatening to consume him whole.

"Rim babe..." He reached out to touch her hand, a silent gesture of gratitude and regret, but she pulled away gently, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips.

"I'll always cherish the memories we shared," she continued, her voice soft with nostalgia, "but I can't hold onto something that was never meant to be. You deserve to be with someone where there is mutual love, Sunghoon. And that someone isn't me. I see how longingly you look at her."

Tears welled up in Sunghoon's eyes as he listened to her words, his heart breaking a little more with each passing moment. He knew that he had hurt her, that he had let her down in ways he could never fully comprehend, but he also knew that he couldn't deny the truth any longer—that his heart belonged to Y/n, now and always.

"Thank you," Sunghoon whispered, his voice choked with emotion, "for understanding. For being so... selfless."

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With a sense of determination burning in his chest, Sunghoon grabbed his umbrella and headed out into the rain, the memories of his past with Y/n swirling around him like a whirlwind. He knew that he had to make things right, that he couldn't let fear and doubt stand in the way of his happiness any longer.

As he approached Y/n's house, his heart pounded in his chest like a drumbeat, the anticipation building with each step he took. He hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock on her door, the sound echoing through the silence like a thunderclap.

Y/n opened the door slowly, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Sunghoon standing on her doorstep, rain-soaked and breathless. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Sunghoon took her in his arms and held her close, his heart racing against hers in a symphony of longing and regret.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," Sunghoon's voice was barely a whisper, his words lost in the storm raging around them. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for not realizing what was right in front of me all along. I love you, Y/n. More than just a friend."

Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat at Sunghoon's confession, her heart soaring with a joy she had never known possible.

"What about your girlfriend?" Y/n asked.

"Y/n, we broke up," he confessed softly, his words hanging heavy in the air between them. "We both knew it wouldn't last long, she was very understanding."

Y/n felt slightly guilty but also she was grateful Rim was such a great soul.

She begin to approach Sunghoon, taking little steps.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly, clinging to him as if he were the anchor keeping her from drifting away.

"I love you too, Sunghoon," Y/n's voice trembled with emotion, tears mingling with raindrops on her cheeks. "More than words can say."

And as they stood there in the pouring rain, their hearts beating as one, they knew that they had finally found their way back to each other—that no amount of distance or doubt could ever tear them apart again.

For in each other's arms, they had found the love they had been searching for all along—a love that would withstand the test of time, a love that would light their way through even the darkest of storms.

[pyrpaw]

I heard your call and came to fulfill your wish

Hi, there! First time ordering here (I hope I do it right)

Reader: Neutral 👍

Type: Headcanons (Romantic)

Scenary: Romantic headcanons about a reader who gives flowers to his lover as a token of his love and appreciate (each flower has a romantic connotation)

With Jamil, Silver And Leona

ooo you asked perfectly! I'm not super well known on flower meanings so I'll just use basic ones probably, but provide the meaning (also sorry if I misunderstood anything)

(contents: established relationship, mentions of the reader and Jamil dating before the overblot,and the reader being present during Jamil's overblot, and just some badly done angst in Jamil and Leona's)

giving flowers <3

Jamil Viper

Daffodils,bright yellow petels and a bright green stem to accompany it, they symbolize new beginnings and peace, and occasionally, forgiveness

And god knows Jamil needs forgiveness

After his overblot he couldn't look you in the eyes, even if you were dating at the time, but despite all the events that he made you endure when in a blind rage, you were the first to forgive him

White daisies, the classic white petaled flower that fits well in hair, symbolizing loyalty, beauty, patience, and simplicity

Sounds just like Jamil huh?

Jamil would always try and accompany you when you went out, and anytime someone else would try to even talk to him, he'd ignore them and go straight to you

(could be his antisocial-ness as well, but still)

And I mean he has to be the most gorgeous man ever, long silky hair, smooth skin, dazzling eyes, the epitome of beauty

Along with his insane patience due to handling Kalim, he rarely ever snaps, and finally, the simplicity of life he oh so enjoys

so, with a simple bouquet and a guilt ridden boyfriend, you ventured off to Scarabia

After wandering around for awhile a student told you Jamil was in the kitchen, and once you walked in Jamil's head raised before a nervous expression filled his face as he looked away to focus on cooking

Without saying any words, you walked up and gave him the flowers and a kiss on the cheek before leaving the kitchen, leaving a stunned Jamil with flowers in his hands

Now, Jamil doesn't know the flowers meanings, but he does know that almost all flowers you give him are for a reason, so after the dorm had dinner he decided to look up the meanings, his face softening as he read the various meanings

And bam, a sudden ding from your phone, low and behold... your boyfriend finally texted you <3

Silver

Magnolia, large white petals forming a elegent shape, it represents nobility and perfection, who better fits these then Silver?

Silver, a honest and courageous knight, who always manages to sleep like a princess with perfect hair and (almost) perfect manners

Dandelion, a airy and puffy weed that symbolizes strength and resilience

Because who is it that always helps you no matter the toll it takes on him? Silver

It's always nice to hang out with your boyfriend, him taking a nap by a tree while you pick flowers nearby, carefully holding them as to not pull off any petels

You've noticed that the local wildlife that swarms around Silver has taken notice of your flower picking and giving tendencies, and have started to bring you little flowers to add into the bouquet

So, with a Dandelion, Magnolia, and various wildflowers collected by birds, you walked back to your sleeping boyfriend

You get up to him and decide to sit next to him, putting the flowers into his open palm and not wake him, opting to just silently sit and cloud gaze

Eventually he started to wake up, grabbing onto the flowers and looking over at them once his eyes opened, before looking back at you and putting his hand on your own

Does he know the meaning of the flowers? god knows, but he seems to get you your own with specific meanings, so you say he does

Leona Kingscholar

Iris, a beautifully purple flower that symbolizes royalty and respect

Because in your mind despite him not being in line for the throne, he's still a person to highly respect

Orange tulips, unique petals that face upwards, symbolizing understanding and appreciation

Because what Leona really needs is someone to not brush off his struggles and understand his difficulties

Ever since Leona's overblot and the whole school learning his true feelings and envy, he's had a hard time meeting with you, last minute panic and cancellation in the fear of being judged

So, you get him a lovely bouquet of Orange tulips and Irises, going through Savannaclaw to find your boyfriend, only to be told he's out napping somewhere, so the delivery of flowers lands on Ruggie

After Leona was awoken by Ruggie he received flowers and automatically knew who sent them, looking at the arrangements of flowers with a meaning he knows is true from you

Bouquet in hand, he gets up and ventures off to find you

So, here you are now, after getting a sudden text from Leona that he was coming to your dorm, you are now peacefully cuddling with your boyfriend

[jae-bummer]

The Epitome of Okay

Request: can i get a christopher bang and #12. thank yooou!

Prompt:

12) Your bias needs a fake partner for a family event. Are you up for the task?

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"Your sister hates me," you muttered, trying to adjust yourself in Chan's bed.

"My sister doesn't haaate you," he hummed from his pallet on the floor beside you. "She just takes awhile to warm up to people."

"She knows, Chris," you grumbled, flopping over moodily so you could face where he was laying. "I don't know how, but she does."

Your stomach felt hollow as you replayed the afternoon's events and how exactly the two of you had landed in this situation. It was nearly a month ago now that Chan had casually asked you over coffee if you wanted to visit home with him for his brother's graduation. After you had kindly declined, he went on to list the reasons why this was such an important thing.

Namely, that he had told his parents that he had a partner in order for them to get off his case about it.

"They feel like I work too much," he grumbled.

"You do," you had agreed knowingly.

Chan shot you a dirty look. "And getting into a relationship would help me take a step back and enjoy myself, but I enjoy myself just fine!"

"Oh yeah, sleeping three hours a night and being in chronic pain is a blast," you muttered, stirring your coffee with a straw.

"So you agree with them," he had smiled. "And therefore, you volunteer?"

And you had. During the ten hour flight, you tried not to think too hard about what you were actually doing, but Chan had made it difficult. Sitting beside you, he rattled off facts and memories of his family that he thought may come up in conversation that you should know. Granted, you were friends, so you had always had at least a surface level understanding of how his family dynamic worked, but now you'd really be put to the test.

It seemed as if as soon as you had set foot on Australian soil, the nightmare had began. Of course his parents were overzealous with excitement that they got to meet you, but his siblings? Not so much. His brother stayed pretty detached, while his sister could only look at you warily. You weren't sure where you went wrong. You had sucked it up and allowed Chan to hold your hand, let him put his hand on your lower back, and even kissed him on the cheek once. All things considered, you should've gotten an Oscar for your performance. It didn't matter if the simple skin to skin contact had repeatedly sent shivers across your body and caused your face to warm. You wouldn't examine that part too closely.

"Maybe we're not laying it on thick enough," you whispered more to yourself than to Chan.

"And how do you suggest we do that?" he chuckled. He rolled over to look up at you from his floor-bed. "More skinship is only going to make her make fun of us, Y/N."

"I'm not talking about skinship..." you said slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. "I'm talking about familiarity."

From the dim lighting of the mood lamps behind the bed, you could see Chan's face contort with confusion. "We are familiar with each other."

Taking a deep breath, you leaned over the edge of the bed to look at him more directly. "Physical familiarity, Chris."

"Why do those two words together make me blush?" he laughed nervously.

You rolled your eyes. "I mean, we don't act fluidly together. We're not used to cuddling, or holding each other's hands, or knowing how to act completely comfortable around one another."

"I get what you're saying," he nodded. "We don't know how to interact when we're sharing the same space."

"Exactly," you said, relieved he had caught up. "What did you think I meant?"

"It would be better if I didn't say it out loud."

You laughed, trying to maintain your courage. "Would you be okay with sharing the bed with me?"

"When you say it like thaaaat," he sang. "I'm not too sure if my first thought was entirely off base."

"I'm not trying to corrupt you!" you gasped. "Not like you need any help in that."

"I am the picture of innocence and purity, thank you very much." You didn't have to look at him to know he was grinning.

"Did those words burn as they were leaving your mouth?"

"Okay, first, rude," he said, finally sitting up. "And two, why am I getting into bed with you then?"

"I, uh," you said quietly. "Want to try something."

"Sounds not suspicious at all," he sighed. Throwing off his covers, he got to his feet, and moved slowly around the bed. Crawling under the blankets, he lay flat on his back, eying you skeptically. "Now what?"

"Umm..." you hummed, totally winging it as you went. "Roll onto your side?"

"Rolling," he confirmed as he faced you. Your bodies were so close at this point, it made the next action easier. Scooting forward, you nestled your body into his.

"Is this okay?" you whispered, refusing to look up. Your eyes remained level with his collarbones and you were going to keep it that way until you could tell your heart to calm down.

"Yep," he said a bit too loud. "Totally fine. Why wouldn't it be?"

You attempted to keep your breathing even, but it was difficult when he was breathing erratically himself.

"I...uh...I don't know what to do with my hands." His voice was a bit more rough than it had been previously.

"Do we cuddle? I assume you've cuddled before?"

"Of course I have!" he said quickly. "And I've had no complaints!"

"Then maybe, you know, we should try doing it?" you winced. You could practically hear Chan's gears spinning as he tried to sort things out.

Swallowing loud enough for you to hear, Chan wrapped his arm around your lower back and pulled you close, eliminating what little space there had been between your bodies.

Your face was now tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and god, did he smell good. Something musky with an undertone of vanilla mingled so well on his skin that you couldn't stop sniffing.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly.

You were more than comfortable. You didn't know if you had ever felt this safe in your entire life. Chan had always been a protective friend who you admired greatly for his work ethic and morality. You had always kept any romantic thoughts at bay because of that. He was your friend, Chan. Not this wildly hot and respectful gentleman, Chris. You could never even fantasize about that side of him because it would never happen like that between the two of you...right?

"Very," you finally answered.

"I can see your point," he continued, his voice barely above a breath.

"My point?" you asked. Your head was swimming with every inappropriate thought you could imagine, not how the two of you had gotten there.

"How realistic can we be if we've never actually been this close? How can I act like I know how your skin feels on mine without actually holding you?"

"Right," you croaked. "This. Totally great idea by me. You're welcome."

You could feel the laugh rumble through Chan's chest. "Are you sure you're okay? If you're uncomfortable, we can-"

"Chris," you whispered. "I am irrationally comfortable right now."

"Oh," he said quietly. His fingers had began to move in small circles on the section of your lower back where your shirt had ridden up. "I was thinking..."

"I didn't see the smoke coming out of your ears," you chuckled.

"You'd have to look at me first," he said, a bit more seriously than you had expected.

Blinking up at him in surprise, you tilted your head back so you could actually hold eye contact.

"Much better," he managed. His voice was more gravelly than you had ever heard it before. "I was thinking maybe I could try something? But I need to make sure you're okay with it first."

"I told you-"

"No," he said finitely. "This is different."

The words you were going to say evaporated from your throat immediately. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay," you confirmed.

"Okay," he repeated.

Tilting his head slowly down, the realization hit you. He was going to kiss you, and you were far more excited than you should be.

Moving your face forward as well, your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the inevitable contact...until you felt the smallest kiss...

On the tip of your nose.

Letting out a surprise laugh, you opened your eyes again to find him grinning at you.

"I just wanted to see if you were really okay," he laughed.

"You absolute tease!" you groaned, embarrassment flooding you at his small trick.

"Can I try again?" he asked, biting his lip. You could see the amusement and hope bright in his eyes.

"If you must," you nodded.

This time, Chan moved much less slowly as his lips finally met yours. Catching your mouth and tilting your face upward just by the pressure of the kiss, you were surprised to hear a small groan slip from the back of your throat. Seeming to give him the boost of approval that he needed, Chan's hand moved from your waist to your neck. His fingers were a whisper against your skin as he chose that time to deepen the kiss. Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, it was his turn to groan as he roughly let go and caught your mouth again. You had never been kissed like this. It wasn't casual and it wasn't fevered, but something more certain. Chan wanted you to know what this meant. He wanted to you to realize that if you were going to do this, you really would be. No more pretending. He was staking his claim here and now.

Trading kisses for what could have easily been ten minutes or an hour, you couldn't be sure, Chan finally kissed the corner of your mouth before withdrawing his face from yours.

"So maybe," he hummed, his voice the embodiment of positivity. "We don't have to fake it anymore."

[brujahinaskirt]

For the longest time, I couldn't figure out a pattern behind the strangers Arthur is drawn to -- the ones he likes, approves of, and generally enjoys. He seems to gravitate to wildly different types of people: dandy city boys and rugged mountaineers, perky showgirls and abrasive weirdos, gentle souls and circus "freaks," friendly socialites and social outcasts. At first glance, it appears he's simply drawn to people who are unlike him, perhaps out of a sense of curiosity. But I think it's a little more complex than that...

I think Arthur is drawn to people who flamboyantly and courageously defy the expectations placed upon them by their communities, parents, and social circles, whatever those circles may be.

[meta essay, mild side-quest spoilers below...]

While Arthur (being naturally artistic himself) definitely appreciates artists of every field, and while he definitely has a soft spot for young lovers (projection much…), that's only the tip of the iceberg.

Just look at the shortlist! Albert Mason, the hapless urbane gentleman who decided to strike out and chase his passion for wildlife even if it cost him his life and career. Penelope Braithwaite, the young suffragette who loathed tradition and the bumbling pretty-boy son of her wealthy family's arch-nemesis. Charles Châtenay, a gender-bending social troll of an artist who gleefully infuriates prudes and puritans everywhere he goes. Sally Nash, the perky aspiring "second-best woman lion-tamer" in the world. Acrisius and Proetus, the feuding academician brothers who eagerly partake in increasingly ridiculous tests of idiot daring. Charlotte Balfour, a rich big-city widow who eschews her former high-life to live simply with nothing but a rifle she doesn't know how to use. Algernon Wasp, the hapless dandy obsessed with eccentricities and craftswork few people appreciate (but who apparently makes excellent tea). Jaime Gillis, the aimless kid who knows nothing about himself except that he likes apples and can't bear to live the life his father wants for him. Hamish Sinclair, the one-legged veteran who rides, hunts, and remains self-sufficient despite the difficulty of rough-living with his amputation. Marko Dragic, the frankly unpleasant epitome of shunned mad scientist. Miss Marjorie and her "sons," who fight tooth and nail but somehow find a way to love each other in the face of civilization's rejection, a mirror image of Arthur's own outcast family.

Arthur doesn't just begrudgingly help these particular strangers; for the most part, he really likes these people, writes about and draws them favorably in his journal. Admires them, in a way, as foolish and imperiled as they often are.

While it seems the people he likes have little in common with each other, and often little in common with Arthur, they've all boldly done something Arthur himself is trying to find the courage to one day do...

They don't behave. As big and bad as Arthur is in the world at large, within the confines of his own community, he's extremely well-behaved. He does what's asked of him and plays the role of the big baddie gang lieutenant, which is what his elders tell him to be, even when it's in direct conflict with his wishes and (if honorable) his morals and perhaps even his "natural" personality.

tl;dr: Arthur likes defiers of all kinds, because they prove that defiance can be done. Not just simple defiance of laws, but a deeper, more complete defiance. Defiance of the expectations of family, of the roles dictated to you by those close to you, of responsibility heaped upon you without consent -- and yes, even of Dutch.

[queserasora]

Nanami Kento | JJK Series: Part 2 of Love Kills | Fem! Reader, She/Her Previous WORD COUNT: 6k and honestly it would have been more if I wasn’t yelling at myself CONTENT: NSFW / public nudity because y/n doesn’t own clothes apparently, oral male giving female receiving, shower shenanigans with more fluff than you would imagine actually, profanity, fingering, vaginal penetration, cervix fucking? Kisses? Whatever the kids are calling it these days, and some moderate amount of creampie  A BAD SUMMARY: The one where Nanami and Y/N get a hotel room to prepare for the mission and to wash off the sweat, the rental car is still on fire, Nanami learns a thing or two about curly hair care, and there is absolutely no smoking allowed in the presidential suite

the rental is still on fire when you begin to walk away, barefoot in only your underwear and too tight black blazer. Nanami walks beside you, mostly dressed save for the jacket he left in the car. you try not to scowl, it wouldn’t be fair to him, after all he had offered you his shoes.

you had declined, not keen on looking further like a clown. 

your pride took precedence in that moment, and it was something you would come quickly to regret.

the asphalt under your bare feet was hot, so you walked with light steps; almost dancing. you could feel Nanami’s eyes on you and he’d occasionally pull you by the elbow away from traffic, doing his best to hide you with his larger body from the passing cars.

this was a ridiculous situation, but even in the face of it, nanami kento never forgot to be a gentleman. the jury was still out on whether you liked that or not.

Luckily, your legs hadn’t given out by the time you reached the hotel, although you almost wish they had. You hesitate entering–dressed as you are, with nothing but your panties and blazer. Nanami stops you before you lose what’s left of your pride, and asks you to wait outside. You decide to hide back by the dumpster after several glances and whispers while you stand near the lobby entrance steal your courage.

Now that the heat of nanami’s mouth was no longer clouding your senses, you realize just how stupid you had been. You had sworn to yourself, every night that you dared to think of him, that you would never allow this to happen; that some fantasies should remain as only that. You had sworn to never clash your mouth against his, never allow yourself to explore the hardened edges of his body. You knew the risks outweigh the benefits of such encounters.

Nanami Kento was too reliable, almost normal. It would be too easy to fall into the trap of dreams and make believe. It would be too easy to end up believing in happily ever afters.

There was no way you could allow that to happen.

He comes out at last, and disrupts your thoughts–casting them askew on the dirty parking lot. 

“I was looking for you,” he says, brows raised. If you hadn’t known him, observed him as obsessively as you did, his annoyance wouldn’t be so evident. Nanami Kento was very good at keeping his expression emotionless. He liked structure, and rules. He adhered to his schedule, and constantly looked at his watch. It was something that had bothered you at first and you felt like a hypocrite. How could you call him rude when you were the very epitome of mannerless?It didn’t help that your questionable alliance with Gojo Satoru only furthered your lack of proper social etiquette.

“It was a little unsettling standing there like this,” you gesture quickly at your mostly naked body, before slipping your arms back over your breasts. You weren’t covering anything up with your arms, you were aware, but keeping them folded in front of you somehow gave you a false sense of security. At this point you would take all the crumbs your greedy little hands could grab on to.

There’s a ghost of a smile that flickers across his lips. It fades quickly, barely a memory. He distracts you by gesturing back towards the hotel entrance. “Then let’s make a quick entrance. I got us a room.”

Your legs move before your brain can click the words together. It isn’t until he urges you into the elevator and the doors shut that you realize what he had said. He didn't misspoke. You heard correctly. A room. Singular.

“Did you get double beds?” You ask him, absolutely sure that he had. Nanami Kento wasn’t Gojo Satoru. He had no reason to play little games; however, he doesn’t answer you. His attention is on the glowing dots above the elevator doors and you watch them in silence along with him; one lighting up after the other.

It is quiet in the elevator and you detest it. Silence was never your friend. Your thoughts were always too loud, too quick to speak up one after the other, barely finishing their sentences before they were onto their next tangent. It was always like this with Nanami. The silences between you filled you with anxiety. You wondered how quickly you would annoy him this time, how badly would you fuck up that he’d never want to work with you again?

You were afraid to be without a partner. That’s what you told yourself, at least. The idea of Nanami, of all people, turning their back on you filled you with dread but why wasn’t it enough to stop you from breaking every rule? Why didn’t it stop you from ignoring him during missions when he would ask you to stand back, to think before you act, to allow him to help you?

Why couldn’t you just get it fucking together for once?

A ding snaps you from your reverie and the elevator doors open. You take a deep breath, and Nanami moves before you, stepping into the corridor. He stops, turning his face slightly. Your breath hitches in your chest, and you curse at yourself. What was that about? Maybe you were due for a health examination.

His shoulders tense; hesitation holding him down. He thinks perhaps he shouldn’t have been so impulsive. He should have pushed a little more at the counter, demanded a room with two beds but they had offered a free upgrade for his troubles at the sight of the black card being held in his fingers.

Nanami hated doing overtime, and he loved saving money. How was he supposed to turn it down?

He swallows the apology he wanted to give, and resumes his walk, assuming you will follow him. He stills for a fraction of a second and continues walking once he feels your presence slowly coming up behind him. It wasn’t like you to stick close when he wanted you to. You were unpredictable, and untameable. God knows he had tried, multiple times. You fought him tooth and nail over everything, and skittered around conversations that didn’t involve you asking him to buy you some instant ramen, or a cup of coffee. On occasion, on particularly hard missions when the mini bar of the hotel was very tempting, you’d reveal little jagged pieces of yourself with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. He held on to those, tucking them in the inside pocket of his blazer.

Still, the only time you ever cooperated with him was to agree with him that Gojo Satoru was the bane of both of your existences. 

That’s why it had surprised him how compliant you had become in the car, of course, before it all blew up in your faces.

He tries to push you out of his thoughts as he opens the door to the room. Your body heat makes it intolerable to be near so he quickly side steps away from you once inside. You are too busy taking in the suite, the expansive floor to ceiling windows, to notice the way his hands fall on his hips, the way his mouth gapes for air once your back is turned.

Perhaps he over estimated himself. He was a gentleman, he tells himself. He could survive the night without touching you, he tries to convince himself as his eyes wander down the length of your legs, eyes resting on the muscular meatiness of your calves. 

Thoughts of how your skin would taste on his tongue prickle the back of his mind, and he counters them by pointing at the bathrobes hanging by the bathroom door. “You should shower first,” he tells you, breathing harshly through his nose. He battles the images of you writhing under his touch. 

You don’t respond quick enough for his liking, so he walks hurriedly towards the bathrobes. He grabs one, almost bringing down the hook rack from the door. When he turns to fling it at you, in a hope of keeping you away from him and his pent up lust, he sees you standing there in nothing but a blazer, and your panties, pressed up against the glass like a kid at a candy shop.

Your hands are flush against the glass, eyes bright as they take in the ocean across the street. You turn your face and smile at him, cheeks pink like the sky being kissed by the sinking sun.

“The sunset is beautiful, Nanamin,” you say, voice dyed with awe. He swallows a hard lump, and clenches his hands into fists. “You should come look.”

He nods, and stays rooted to where he is, feet refusing to follow his commands. “I can see it from here,” he breathes out, voice low and grating. The sunset is indeed beautiful, he notices, when he tears his eyes away from you long enough to take it in. He blinks, trying to capture the image of you against the glass, the ocean and the pastel sky in his mind.

This would haunt him, he knew. He should try harder to forget. He should try harder to resist the urge to press you against the glass wall, just so that he can see you painted under his hands in front of the watercolor sky

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he steps towards you, hand outstretched. Heart beating against his ears, he makes his move. “I was being rude. Let me have a look.” You feel a warmth slip under your blazer as his hand presses against the small of your back. As you turn to meet him, surprised by his sudden appearance he grasps your wrists in his, forcing you against the glass.

“Nanami,” you squeak in surprise, wiggling your fingers as he holds your wrists over your head. The cool glass against your skin sends shivers down your spine. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“Kento,” he reminds you with narrowed eyes, looking down at his nose. “Don’t move, please. I’m trying to watch the view you were talking about.” One of his thighs slips between your legs, and you find yourself holding your breath. You’re not sure of the reason except that it feels urgent; as if you’d fall if you didn’t. He leans into you, pressing his chest against you. The difference in heights places your face against his clavicle. You tilt your head up into his neck instead, trying to get away from the scent of sweat and cologne clinging to his skin.

It doesn’t work. It was a terrible attempt. He floods your senses, aching hot, pulsing through your body. He doesn’t seem to care, in your opinion, as he peers out the window with his chin on the top of your head.

“You should really take a shower,” his voice is gravely, almost a growl. It freezes you, and thaws you immediately; a terrible contradiction–one that could prove fatal if you didn’t get away fast enough. With your hands over your head, his fingers gripping your wrists tightly, you become irritated at his request. How did he expect you to do anything in this situation, especially with his thigh pressing against the heat between your legs? His mouth brushes against your fingers, and you barely contain their twitching. He nips at your knuckles, drops a kiss on the back of one hand.

“I-I–I would love to take a shower,” you say at last, ashamed of your stuttering. “But it seems like your mouth says one thing, and your body has another idea.”

That was bold of you. You are well aware. You’re wondering if this would be enough to shake him to his senses, to remind him of who he was; Nanami Kento the man just outside of your reach.

He is distraught. Your fingers captivate him, as he continues to brush his lips lightly against them. There is a carnal urge to plop each and every one into his mouth; to suck on them with leisure, not a care of the ticking clock on the wall.

Tick. Tock. He licks the inside of one wrist. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. He presses his open mouth against it, and sucks loudly. 

Tick. Tock. Tick.

You jolt out from under him, almost stumbling towards the bathroom. He follows you, picking up the discarded bathrobe he had dropped on the ground; the one he had meant to give you before he was wholly distracted by your brown skin set aglow by the sunset. 

“Go on then,” he instructs, pointing his head in the direction of the bathroom. You walk backwards, feeling like a corralled prey. There is a sense of danger, a need to escape. Typically when it came to fight or flight your response was always fight; an innate need to put your life at risk. You had contemplated why that was before, and did not reach any conclusions you liked. Perhaps you didn’t find your life that valuable after all.

Yet somehow, today, it seemed imperative that you survived. 

You did not wish to question it further. Your ass bumps into the door, and you bounce slightly. Nanami smirks at the sight, humming darkly as he tilts his head. 

“Nice cushion,” he jokes as he approaches you. Your heart is hammering away, rattling the bars of your ribs. There is a whooshing sound, deafening, in your ears. He is close enough again that you smell the sweat and dirt off of him. His hand reaches out and you feel yourself falling backwards at the creak of the door.

His reflexes never disappoint. He is quick to grab you by the waist, moving you backwards. Your legs feel heavy, and useless. All you seem capable of doing is watching him. His gaze never leaves your face. You feel it floating over your lips, the bit of exposed cleavage through the blazer. Underneath the fabric, your nipples harden, shaming you some more.

“Is this necessary?” You hiss, face feeling hot. In your embarrassment you found the last dregs of your pride. You cling on to them with sharpened nails. “I can shower by myself, thank you very much.”

“Can you?” he asks with another tilt of his head. He hasn’t removed his arm where it was wrapped around your waist. Once again, you are trapped between him and glass–this time the glass of the shower. He keeps you there, as irritation grows. His thigh was too good at finding its home between your legs. He presses it up against your crotch eliciting a gasp. You’re too afraid to move even as he pulls on the door handle of the clear shower door with one hand.

His other hand undoes the singular button keeping  your blazer from exposing your breasts.

You curse his nimble fingers, and the way your breasts react to the cool air of the room. If your nipples weren't hard before, they surely were now. He looks down at them, his eyes darkening. You slap his hand away, thinking that if you shove your nose in the air high enough it’ll bring back some of your dignity.

It does not, and he laughs at you, slipping the blazer off your shoulders.

“Why are you upset?” he asks you, leaning down to drop a kiss on each shoulder. You shiver and turn around, not wanting to look at him as you hook your thumb under the elastic of your underwear.

“I’m not upset,” you deny. You feel your nostrils flare, a tell tale sign. You’re thankful you’re not facing him but there’s a light reflection on one of the glass panels of the shower. You see him smirk as you bend over slightly to lower your panties over your knees. You stand up right, shimmy until they’re at your ankles. Your leg swings out and you kick them somewhere far, not really caring where.

He laughs again as you get in the shower, fumbling with the knobs. You hear him ask if that means then that you’re embarrassed. The water comes pouring down, quieting his laughter. You stand directly under the shower with your eyes closed, ignoring his question.

He is doing his best, goddammit. He is a gentleman, but he was also a sinner.

He removes his clothes quickly, before he does something stupid like jump in fully clothed. The packed travel bag had been left in the flaming vehicle. He couldn’t really afford to have wet clothes at the moment.

When he joins you in the shower, you are completely soaked. Your curls are now wet wavy tendrils stuck to your neck and your back. He takes in a sharp breath, feeling his cock react at the sight of you; the way drops of water cling to your thighs. He takes residency at the back of the shower, and watches you as you glance at him sideways. Water clings to your lashes, it pours over your breasts, arching over erect nipples.

If he moved from his spot, you would never make it out of this shower without him attached.

You try to ignore him. You had made the mistake of glancing his way while searching for the little bar of hotel soap. The sight of his erection, pink tip calling out to you was enough to make you aroused. You curse at your libido, thinking it its own form of curse. As far as curses went, this one was useless. It would not help you in battle.

You choose to focus your emotions instead, and choose anger. You are angry at the cheap hotel shampoo, and you shake the tiny bottle in Nanami’s direction. “This…crap,” you say, standing under the shower, water pelting your skin. “Does nothing but dry out my curls.” You watch him even as water pours down your face, his figure fluid and moving. 

He humors you, anything to keep from reaching out. “I’m sorry,” he says on behalf of the hotel franchise–if that would please you, he’d repeat it again. “They really should consider some research.” He watches you flip open the lid. An urge flutters in his chest. His hands move before he can chastise them. He takes the bottle from you, and pours some on the crook of his palm. “Allow me.”

You’re too taken aback to put up a fight. He is standing in front of you, naked, with water splattering against his chest. He pulls you gently with one hand away from the shower. You watch him, feeling your cheeks catch fire. His fingers are in your hair, rubbing your scalp. He uses enough pressure to massage and lather. Your eyes close before you can think to fight it. It feels so good, you don’t want him to stop. Your hands find his chest, and you rest them there, feeling his muscles move slightly under your palms.

“Is that good?” he asks you. There is amusement weaved in his words. He watches your face, calm and serene, as he continues to massage your scalp. He liked your fiery mouth that never knew how to shut up even at the cost of his peace; but he liked this side of you as well.

Just as gently as before, he moves you both under the water. His hands move softly through your hair, rinsing the shampoo off. You open your eyes, a little peek–you tell yourself, and it was your mistake. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him; cheeks tinted pink, his hair plastered on his forehead, water running down the tip of his nose, pouring off his bottom lip.

“Kento,” you breathe out, hands still on his chest. He frowns as he runs his fingers through your hair, gently untangling as best as he can. 

“Don’t say my name like that,” his words sound almost like a whine. Your heart beats even faster as you contemplate that. Why was there a distant sadness behind his eyes? Before you can investigate further, he pulls his gaze away from you, and buries his face on your neck. Instinct wins, and you tilt your head back, giving him more access. His tongue is hot in contrast with the almost cold temperature of the shower. 

Your hands slide from his chest, over his shoulders, where you wrap them around his neck keeping him close to you.

“Why not?” You ask him, fingers tangling in his wet hair. “I thought you wanted me to call you Kento.”

He nips at your neck, mumbling something you don’t catch. His lips move to your ear. “You should finish with your hair first. Don’t you need to untangle it?’

You hum wondering when Nanami Kento became verse in anything to do with your curly hair. Your eyes wander around the shower, trying to find what you need but Nanami keeps cutting into your view, his mouth now hungrily leaving kisses on your jawline.

“I saw a comb,” he mumbles against the corner of your mouth. You turn your face to catch his lips but he avoids you, brushing his nose against yours instead. “By the sink.”

You figured you might as well wash your body in that case, and turn away from him, feeling embarrassed at the idea. You quickly lather your body, feeling Nanami’s eyes on you. Unable to take it anymore, you shove the bar of soap at him.

“Don’t just stare at me,” you say, sounding like a petulant child even to your own ears. He only smiles, and it is evident to you that he is holding back from laughing; again.

As he lathers, you try your best to pretend to be completely busy with conditioning your hair. Your fingers work at your wet curls, massaging, and ensuring your ends are coated enough. Meanwhile, your eyes take the absolute work of art in front of you. You are enraptured by the way bubbles form over his tan skin, how lather slinks lazily down the edges of his abs, and down his meaty thighs.

You swallow harshly, at the sight of his hardened cock, partially concealed by his dark blond fuzz and foamy white bubbles. A sigh escapes your mouth. You turn quickly to rinse off some of the excess conditioner before you can see the smirk form on Nanami’s mouth.

You don’t announce your departure and simply exit the shower before he can stop you. You feel like a newborn fawn, stumbling towards the sink. 

“It’s right there,” he says, stepping out from the shower after shutting off the water. He slips into a bathrobe, and walks towards you. You grasp the comb as he places the robe over your wet body. You slip your arms through the sleeves. Words form in your throat but you forget them, when he gently takes one of your hands in his, and leads you out of the bathroom.

“Kento,” you say his name again, a breathy prayer. Why was he doing this to you? Your heart had just started to slow down, and it continued its desperate race again; anything to get away from its natural enemy. 

“Hmm?” he hums, as he pushes you down to sit on the edge of the bed. His fingers pluck the comb from your hand. “Please let me.”

He had dreamed of you, too often. He had learned to become ashamed of it. The dreams were sometimes so vastly different from each other he couldn’t understand his own feelings. At first he was convinced it was nothing but lust. He was depriving himself of release. Having reached that conclusion, he had tried beating it out of himself, moaning in bed as he tried not to think of you, his hand furiously pumping his pulsing cock.

But he always thought of you when he did, and it never worked at keeping you away.

He had dreamed of your voice moaning his name. He dreamed of kissing your skin, every inch until he had memorized the way you tasted. He had dreamed of holding you against him in bed, burying his face in your hair until the smell of your shampoo lulled him to sleep. 

Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was something a little bit different.

You don’t stop him. You never do. He glides the comb through your hair delicately. You can tell he’s trying his best not to hurt you. You bite back a smile.

“You need to be a little more forceful if you’re going to do that, Kento,” you tell him, turning your head slightly. His face is just out of sight, but you think you see his brows knit together. He grasps your hair, and starts combing the ends when you prompt him. You praise him when he manages to untangle half your hair, and hold back the urge to slap him when he gets the comb stuck in a knot. 

“Sorry sorry,” he mumbles at the top of your head, and drops a kiss that stills you. You feel it travel down your spine, electrifying your toes and fingers. He finishes quickly after, and palms the hair that has fallen out. “You shed…” he says and you fix him with an impatient look. He smiles. “It’s the size of a fat hamster. You want to keep it?”

You take it silently from his hand and throw it at the bin, missing it entirely. 

“Let’s not worry about that right now,” you tell him, turning to face him. You run your fingers through your hair, fluffing up your curls. Eagerly, he joins you, hands brushing against yours. You laugh at his fascination. “What is with you and my hair?”

There is a sheepish smile on his face; one that looks out of place. It takes your breath away.

“I just..” he stops to pull his hands away from your hair, but they find your face instead. His eyes are on your mouth, and you feel as if he is sucking the breath out of your lungs through them. “You never tell me about yourself. I want to know.”

You feel guilty. He was right, of course. You had done that on purpose. It was your modus operandi; your act of self preservation.

“Why?” you ask him, and wish you hadn’t. You didn’t want to know. You shouldn’t know. You want to take it back.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly, a whispered confession only meant for you. “I don’t know but I want to find out. Won’t you let me?”

It is too late to take it back. His truth is something you can’t erase. The words burn your skin. Smoke clouds your senses; the aftermath of your scorched soul. You feel like death; like falling.

His mouth is on yours, pulling you to his reality. In your mind you know you should put up a fight, claw at his face and run away. In your mind you know this will only end in tragedy; an avoidable disaster. You know this, and more, but you open your mouth to let him in. You moan against him when he sucks on your tongue and pushes the robe off your shoulders.

His kisses are blistering against your skin, his hands travel over your body unannounced with no apparent plan. He pushes you back on the bed, and straddles you. He stops only to take off his robe before he pounces on you again, desperate to taste all of your mouth. His tongue is invasive, and demanding, kisses growing more sloppy the longer he savors you. You feel his hardened cock against your soft belly, precum smearing against your skin.

You can’t wait any longer. Your fingers reach between your bodies to wrap around the base of his cock. Slowly, you stroke up and down, brushing your thumb against the slit. He moans against your neck, as he moves his hips against you, desperately wanting you to continue. He kisses you like he had dreamed about, every inch of your neck, down the middle of your breasts. He kisses your hips, the top of your knees. He presses his lips against the inside of one thigh, takes a deep breath of your skin; the mundane scent of hotel soap quickly becomes intoxicating.

Your back arches as he moves upwards, opening his mouth to take as much as your wet cunt he could into his mouth. His tongue laps at your folds, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the slight salty taste. He uses his hands to part your lips, and he drags his tongue against the slot of your pussy, before slipping his tongue inside you.

You shout his name, fingers clutching strands of dirty blond hair. He barely hears you. His blood pumps loudly in his ears, he feels like a man possessed, devouring your cunt as if this would be the one thing to grant him salvation. He teases your swollen bud with his tongue, flicking and sucking in turns.

When he hears you cry out his name again, he slips a finger inside you, then two.

“There you go again,” he pants against your thigh before he bites down. You cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “You keep saying my name like that and expect me to act with reason.”

He was a reasonable man. A goddamn gentleman, but if you kept saying his name as if you were offering yourself up as sacrifice what was a man supposed to do except accept?

Fuck reason, he thinks viciously, as he pulls himself up from between your legs. He kneels on the bed, and pulls you by the hips to him. With one hand, he adjusts the tip of his throbbing cock against your wet opening. He grabs one of your legs stretched out in the air and holds it against him.

Your hands falter, they find his abdomen. Fingers dance across his muscles. You feel a plea trying to find its way out but no matter how you push it won’t go. You want to ask him to be gentle; maybe ask him to reconsider. You think, if Nanami Kento fucks you, you’ll never be the same again.

He doesn’t give you that privilege.

He slams his hips against yours, bottoming out inside you in one stroke. A groan that lifts your back off the bed is cut off as you run out of breath. You take in a loud gasp as you try to adjust around him, feeling your pussy clench around his thick length. 

“Oh, Kento,” you pant, hands desperately pushing at his pelvis. “You’re in too deep.”

He grits his teeth as he looks down at you. His chest moves quickly as his breaths come in ragged. His jaw is tense, shoulders unmoving.

“I’m doing my fucking best here,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady and low. He doesn’t mean to come off mean, but you were being unreasonable. “Just relax.”

You think of cussing him out, and running for your life. Once again, he denies you that privilege. He leans over you, your leg still in his possession. You bend your knee, ankle now over his shoulder. You whine, and bite your bottom lip, try your best to glare at him.

“I’m not that bendy,” you spit through clenched teeth. He watches you for a second, and seems to choose to ignore you. You pull on his hair but he is on your breasts, sucking on your nipples with newfound greed. You moan, feeling yourself become even wetter. His hips are moving, very slowly; a new kind of torture.

“Kento, what are you–” You’re cut off by him hissing, bringing his annoyed face close to yours.

“What do you want?” he asks you, face riddled with frustration. “Tell me. And I'll give it to you.” The truth was you didn’t know what you wanted. He sees your lack of response as an unnecessary delay. He only had so much time with you, why were you taking it up with useless hesitations?

“You are a nuisance sometimes,” he says against your breast, taking his time to wrap his tongue against your nipples. You shiver, and whimper, fingers rolling over the muscles of his back. “You don’t have to fight me over everything.”

He was right. He was often right. You close your eyes and loosen your hold on him. Your body relaxes under his touch, his hands gripping your breasts as he nips at your sensitive parts.

“Just let go,” he asks you, pulling away to look down at you. His hair is a mess, his face is flushed as he adjusts your legs again, folding your knees against your chest. You moan, feeling him move deeper.

His hips begin to move again, picking up speed. He thrusts in you, as he falls over you, keeping his mouth next to one of your ears. Even through his pants, and low moans, you hear the squelching of your pussy every time he pushes inside you. You bite down on your lip, desperately trying to keep quiet. It wasn’t that you wanted to deprive him of anything; he kept asking you to say his name but you were selfish. You enjoyed the lewd sounds of your soaking wet pussy being pounded by his cock; loved to hear the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

“You’re being mean,” he growls against your neck, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips; hard enough to bruise. “Why can’t you give me what I want?”

You whimper. “It’s not that,” you breathe out, a yelp flying past your teeth as he changes the angle of his hips slightly. Your thoughts are scattered as the tip of his cock begins hitting your cervix.

“Then what?” he hisses through his teeth. His eyes want to close at the pleasure but he doesn’t want to miss the way you squirm underneath him. He can’t believe how wet you are; how it feels like you keep sucking him back in. He picks up the pace even more, thrusts becoming sloppy and merciless.

You become unbound. He holds you tightly as you try to get away from him, your cries urging him on.

“See? It wasn’t so hard,” he says with a small smile. You barely see it through your tears, your moans become unintelligible noises. You lick your lips, feeling drool fall down the corner of your mouth. Kento licks up your chin, taking care of it for you. It was just as well, you felt like collapsing. Your muscles ached, and your pussy felt puffy and overstimulated. You could feel yourself so close. You try to tell him, try to urge him on but no words come out.

He slips his hands under your head, holds you up so he can watch your face; watch how it contorts every time he pushes inside you. He smiles softly before he presses his forehead against yours. “That’s my girl,” he says, chest full.

He chases his high the more you cry. The way your pussy milks him when you cum isn’t something he is used to. He loses the battle and spills inside you. He watches with mild awe the way his cum seeps out between his cock from your pussy, milky white against the soaked bed sheets. His hips roll gently against yours, still feeling high from ecstasy.

You kiss his cheeks as your fingers dance over his jawline. He chuckles, nipping at them. “You, and your little fingers,” he mumbles against them, taking an index finger into his mouth for a suck. 

You hum as he does, chest burning. “I think I need a smoke.”

He releases your finger with a pop, and glares down at you. “This is a non-smoking room.”

“Oh, come on,” you say with a crooked grin, doing your best to roll a strand of his hair around one finger tip. “I’m sure you can think of some excuse if they ask.”

“Am I joke to you?”

[randommusicalfluff]

Requested by literally no one!! Fairly Odd Parents: A New Wish tickle HC’s:

Cosmo and Wanda are the epitome of a dream team, so naturally they’re a force to be reckoned with when it comes to tickling

Hazel has tried (and failed) to ambush them, together and separately, but they’re just too in sync!

That does not mean they won’t go after each other though, Wanda regularly tickles her husband she loves his laugh a lot!! It’s just a bonus that he doesn’t mind being tickled

Dev, of course, had no idea he was ticklish until he started getting closer to Hazel! I like to think they were together over at Cosmo and Wanda’s place and mischief ensues, like the married couple decide to go after Peri (much to his EXTREME embarrassment oh my god)

And Hazel just turns to Dev and asks all casually like; “Oh! Are you ticklish?” Dev just replies with a, “Eh, no. That’d be pretty dumb, guess I’m just lucky.” and ohhhh Hazel does NOT believe him

Needless to say they both learned something new about him that day!!

His worst spots are his ears and tummy!

She’s been (🌸kindly🌸)tormenting with it whenever she sees fit! Dev’s slipping into that pretentious attitude again? Poke! He’s about to do something really stupid she’s told him not to do multiple times? A good few tickles will do the trick!

Dev just gets so flustered every time, the kids use to being on his own level away from everyone and now he’s a puddle of giggles at the hands of someone who he use to look down on

So embarrassing

Hazel is at least nice enough to do it when no one’s really around!! Besides their fairies of course, who think it’s adorable

Hazel’s pretty freaking ticklish herself, a little less than Dev, but still really ticklish

Worst spots are her sides and feet!

Definitely a flailer, can NOT stay still when someone’s tickling her at ALL

The type to get a little nervous when someone even brings up tickling, let alone tries to tickle her

Despite all that, she looovvees tickling others!! She likes seeing the people she loves laugh!

Loves going after Jazz and Winn, especially since they have two very different reactions to it

Jazz, of course, use to be petrified of being tickled so Hazel respected that UNTIL one day Jazz all shy asks her for tickles!!

It was like fire works went off!! Hazel was soooo happy that 1. Her friend got over her fear and 2. She’d get to tickle her! Lucky for her, Jazz has a suuupper cute snort-laugh

With Winn it took a while for Hazel to muster up the courage to even attempt to tickle them, but with Jazz’s help, she found the other kid was pretty dang ticklish

Despite their pretty aloof attitude, they get a little panicky when tickling is mentioned. It can be a little eye twitch, or their face turning a bit red, but the signs are there!!

The type to try and hide their laughter for as long as they possibly can, but they don’t try and fight to get away

Super adorable laugh, definitely covers their face though

Jazz and Hazel are working on getting them to stop doing that

Peri and Dev have pretty frequent tickle fights, especially after he gets the taste of tickling someone (Hazel)

Dev’s not really all that good at it BUT he’s getting the hang of it!

Peri doesn’t mind it at all really, using it as an opportunity to bond with his god kid!!

Peri definitely introduced the concept of “The Tickle Monster” to Dev, who promptly flipped out over the mere CONCEPT of it

“What do you MEAN there’s a-a being that feeds off of laughter?!”

“I dunno Dev, surprised you never heard of it! Y’know, the tickle monster loooovves to go after eehhh, yey-high, 10 year old kids!”

Jaw drop. Dev had never been more terrified in his life. It took him a little too long to realize Peri was messing with him

Little did they both know tickle monsters were real 💅🏾

[cinebration]

The Darkling’s Shadow (The Darkling x Reader) [Part 4]

The Darkling tries to learn a little more about your origins, only to have the tables turned on him.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Epilogue

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Warnings: blood, violence

Gif Source: ethanhunt

The closer the Darkling drew to the Fjerdan border, the colder the air grew, his breath pluming out before him in white clouds whipped away by a sharp wind. The cold hardly bothered him, perhaps because darkness and cold often paired together, but still a chill worked itself into his bones.

Glancing aside at you, he wondered if the chill were not your doing, a ploy to weaken him or unnerve him. His gaze dropped to your hands lightly holding the reins of your horse. What other power did you conceal? What could you do without touching a body?

“Where have you been all this time?” he asked.

“Hmm?”

“Prior to arriving in Ravka. Where have you been?”

“Does it matter?”

Uneasiness prickled beneath his skin. “It does.”

“I’m neither from Fjerda or Shu Han. Does it matter if I’m from Kerch or Novyi Zem?”

Unbidden, the voice of Baghra echoed in his ears. “Origins are important.”

“Are they?” A note of humor lightened your voice. “I would think sometimes origins are best left forgotten.”

“Why?”

“Because the stories that grow up in their place are oftentimes better.”

Frowning, the Darkling cast another wary glance at you, wondering yet again where your strange ideas originated. Who had taught you such unusual thoughts? Had you learned it, or had you been born with it?

“Take, for instance, the Black Heretic.”

The Darkling’s blood turned frigid. Not daring to look at you, his voice dangerously level, he asked, “Oh?”

“What do they say about him? That he created the Fold because he craved too much power? That he was greedy?”

The Darkling’s hands tightened on the reins. “Yes.”

“They say that because they fear him. They fear the power that he so beautifully displayed, because they can’t begin to fathom such raw merzost.”

“You dare…” Swallowing thickly, he tried again. “You dare to speak positively of the Black Heretic.”

“He is the epitome of courage, daring to reach beyond anything done before.”

“Courage?” He almost laughed to hear it. “No one has ever labeled the Black Heretic courageous.”

“Because they are cowards. Fear has even Grisha cowering when they should be the ones who are feared.”

Your words rang out clearly across the snow-covered clearing opening up before you both. The fort was still an hour away, and the moon had risen to its peak in the sky, casting silver light through the trees.

“I agree,” the Darkling heard himself say, his voice quiet so as not to disturb the eerie silence blanketing the area. “Grisha are not nearly respected enough.”

“Because they keep to the lines,” you muttered.

“The lines?”

Rolling your eyes, you affected a simpering voice. “Oh, I’m a Healer, I can only help people. My poor Fabrikator’s hands only work on metals and fabrics.” A snort of disgust ripped itself from your throat. “There is a severe lack of imagination among Grisha.”

Something shifted in the Darkling’s chest, brushing cold fingers along both excitement and fear. “Yes, the Grisha are capable of greatness. With amplifiers—”

You snorted again, shook your head. “They don’t need amplifiers to be creative. They may be limited, but with enough practice, with enough willpower—”

You cut yourself off, pulling hard on the reins of your horse. The Darkling, alarm coursing through him, brought his horse to a standstill.

“What is it—”

You leapt off your saddle as a guttural cry pierced the silence from above. The Darkling’s horse reared, nearly unseating him as something covered in fur dropped from the trees. Pain exploded through the Darkling’s body as the thing smashed into him, toppling him off the horse and into the hard-packed earth.

On his back, the wind knocked out of him, the Darkling drew on the shadows filling the woods as the creature slipped bruising fingers around the Darkling’s neck. In the moonlight, he glimpsed eyes shining above a furry maw.

Fjerdans.

To his right, just out of sight, you shouted. Screams rent the air in disharmony.

There was too much moonlight to drown him in shadows, to choke the life out of the Fjerdan. As the Darkling struggled against the bigger, heavier man, darkness creeping into the corners of his vision as he fought for air, he tried to summon the Cut. It formed beneath the Fjerdan’s arms, pressing against his chest.

The Darkling drove it forward.

Hot blood sprayed over his face and kefta. The Fjerdan’s body tumbled in two atop him, smothering him in furs and body stench and death.

The Darkling scrambled out from under the body, spun, cape arcing behind him, to find you. The last of the Fjerdans toppled before you, your hand ruthlessly ripping rib bones from his chest.

The shadows swarmed the Darkling, drawing themselves into the faint glimmer of another Cut.

“You set a trap,” he snarled, fear tightening its fist around his spine.

Disappointment flickered across your face, chased quickly by exasperation.

The Cut formed its deadly edge.

“Only I have the power to be feared,” he snarled.

He launched the Cut.

You hit the ground, rolling through the remains of the Fjerdans that had attacked you. The Cut sliced through the trees behind you with an ear-rending crack.

You rolled up onto one knee, a shattered femur in your hand. Your arm drew back, then shoved forward, the bone flying from your hand with as much force as the Cut.

Fear froze the Darkling to the core.

The femur whizzed past his ear, nearly touching its shell. It impacted something solid behind him.

The Darkling spun to see one last Fjerdan staggering, the femur jutting through his eye socket. He sunk to his knees, collapsed to the ground.

The jagged point of the femur protruded from the back of his skull.

The severed trees groaned as they fell, tipping into the clearing and crushing the Fjerdan corpses littered around you.

Breathing heavily through his nose, the Darkling stared at you, his mind racing. Had you killed the Fjerdan in an attempt to deflect his suspicions? Had you killed the other Fjerdans because he had not succumbed to the Fjerdan who had toppled him from his horse?

In the back of his mind, the quiet voice of Reason assured him otherwise, but fear still snaked icy tendrils through him.

“What will it take?” you asked, your voice hoarse. “What will it take for me to prove my loyalty? Is it not enough I have killed for you? Is it not enough I have killed to protect you? Is it not enough that I alone am the only one who understands your mission?”

“And what is my mission?” he snarled.

“To never let the Grisha be hunted again.”

The Darkling clenched and unclenched his fists, still breathing heavily through his nose. For once, your expression wasn’t blank or smug with hidden knowledge. Bare beneath the moonlight and covered in blood, it was earnest, eyes gleaming with passion.

“You’ll do whatever it takes to get there,” you said, your voice swelling to fill the clearing with fervor. “Even if it means something drastic, like expanding the Fold or killing the Lantsovs to take their place. You know what it means to sacrifice for the sake of the Grisha.”

“Who are you!?”

“I am sent by the universe,” you cried in answer, “sent to be your iron fist! Accept it so that we can begin the work together.”

“Fanaticism has no place—”

“You need a fanatic,” you hissed, striding across the bloodied clearing. “You need someone who would have stood beside the Black Heretic and lent them their strength and their power. That’s who you need, and I am here to answer.”

Heart pounding in his chest, the Darkling growled back, “And if I say no?”

“Then you’ll be a disappointment. A failure to your origins.”

“You speak in riddles—”

“I know the age of your bones, Black Heretic.”

[ishytori]

Let’s talk about character’s prototypes! Roland goes first.

(I’m sorry, English isn’t my native language so there could be some mistakes.) (Also I really want to thank my dearest friend Lio for proofreading this for me.)

Roland is the main character of the oldest French medieval heroic epos, La Chanson de Roland. He is a nephew of Charlemange. He was born in secret to Charlemange’s sister Berta and seneschal Milon du Angers. He got to French court as a young man and impressed Charlemange by his enormous power and courage. He was the strongest knight and the bravest and the mightiest warrior. He was considered to be an epitome of medieval morality: he mercilessly killed “pagan” Saracens and loved battles. According to La Chanson d’Aspremont young Roland was not allowed to join the battle with Saracens due to his young age. Yet he and three of his friends went to war armed with kitchen utensils and saved Charlemange. Roland thought that making peace deal or asking for help is a terrible dishonor. That moral code led him to his demise: Roland and his squad died in Roncevaux Pass in the battle with Saracens.

Medieval epic poems (chansons de geste) glorify Roland’s bravery, his friendship with Olivier, his love to his horse and sword (the interesting detail is that in French Durandal, Hautclaire and other named swords usually have feminine gender). Talking about women… French medieval literature was modest and rarely mentioned Roland’s bride or wife. Sometimes it underlined that Roland lived with her as if she was his sister. No worldly desires! These were totally forbidden! XD

Italian Renaissance poems were different.

Italian poets gladly used another nations’ epos including La Chanson de Roland and other chansons de geste. The most prominent works are Orlando Innamorato by Matteo Boiardo and Orlando Furioso by Ludovico Ariosto. These remarkable works of art use storylines and tropes not only from French epos but also from Arthurian legends, Greek mythology, international tropes such as vengeance upon the cheating husbands and some good old fairy tale motifs. The only divergence from the reality that was made in La Chanson de Roland was replacing Basques that Charlemagne fought in real life with the Saracens. Yet in Orlando Innamorato and Orlando Furioso there are fairies, wizards, giants, griffins, harpies, dragons, magic springs, curses, prophecies, transformations of men into tree or stone and back to the human shape, magic gardens hidden at the bottom of the lake, spells of invisibility, immolations and even a flight to the Moon.

Roland (Orlando in Italian) fell in love with a beautiful Chinese princess Angelica. He forgot everything including his loyalty to Charlemange and pursued Angelica trying to make her love him back. He fought other suitors including his own cousin Rinaldo. Roland experienced different adventures, helped other beautiful ladies (and sometimes fell in love with them, but of course his feelings towards Angelica are the strongest!). Sometimes his desire to help beautiful ladies led to disappointing consequences: one fair maiden deceived Roland several times leaving him horseless, swordless, naked and bare-footed.

Roland’s story reaches its climax when he found out than Angelica hadn’t chosen a glorious knight such as he was, but went for some Saracen shepherd instead. Roland descended into madness, tore his clothes, uprooted trees, killed bears and poor innocent people with his bare hands and ran all the way to Africa where he got caught by his comrades.

Astolfo, his another cousin beside Rinaldo, saved him and returned his sanity. But this is a different story =)

[euno11a]

Hey can I have a mafia Taehyung × reader arranged marriage au where he is really standoffish with her but then slowly they fall in love but some angst too

OKAY I’m so sorry for putting this one off for so long! I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, I wanted to make it perfect, so I really hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: angst and some arguments

You never thought you would end up in an arranged marriage, let alone with the leader of a notorious mafia group. But here you were, standing in a grand hall with your hand in his, exchanging vows in front of a room full of strangers.

Taehyung, your husband, was the epitome of coldness. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was with a sharpness that made you shrink away. You couldn't understand why he had agreed to this marriage if he had no intention of making it work.

But as the days went by, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes held a hint of pain, that made you want to get to know him better.

One evening, while sitting in the garden of your new home, you mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation with him.

'Taehyung, do you ever regret this marriage?' you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. 'Why do you ask?' he replied, his tone guarded.

You took a deep breath. 'Because it seems like you don't want to be here, and I don't want to force you into something you don't want.'

He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. 'I didn't have a choice in this marriage. My father arranged it with your family to create an alliance between our two organizations. I never wanted to be married, let alone to someone I barely know.'

You felt a pang of sympathy for him. You couldn't imagine being forced into a marriage, especially with someone you didn't have any feelings for. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel hurt by his lack of interest in you.

The months went by, and you tried your best to make the marriage work. You cooked his favorite meals, left little notes for him, and even tried to initiate physical intimacy. But every attempt was met with indifference or rejection.

One day, in a fit of frustration, you confronted him. 'Why won't you even try to make this work? I know we didn't choose this marriage, but can't we at least try to get to know each other?'

He scoffed and turned away from you. 'What's the point? We both know this is just a business deal. I have no interest in getting to know you, or anyone for that matter.'

You felt your heart shatter at his words. In that moment, you realized that no matter how hard you tried, you would never be able to break through the walls he had built around himself.

The next few weeks were filled with tension and silence between the two of you. You couldn't bear to be in the same room as him, and he seemed to be avoiding you as well.

But one day, as you were getting ready to leave for work, you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, you were surprised to see Taehyung standing there, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

'I'm sorry,' he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I've been a terrible husband to you. I know I can't make up for it, but I want to try. I want us to make this work.'

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and you knew that he was being genuine.

'I want that too,' you replied, your voice breaking.

From that moment on, things changed between the two of you. You started to talk more, to laugh and joke with each other. And slowly, you fell in love with each other.

But just when you thought everything was perfect, an argument broke out between the two of you. It started over something small, but quickly escalated into something bigger. Hurtful words were exchanged, and before you knew it, Taehyung stormed out of the house.

You spent the rest of the night crying, wondering if this was the end of your marriage. But the next morning, Taehyung came back with a bouquet of flowers and a sincere apology.

'I never want to lose you,' he said, tears in his eyes. 'I know I can be difficult, but I promise to do better. I love you.'

And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together. Your arranged marriage may have started off on rocky ground, but it had led you to a love that was worth fighting for.

[autistichalsin]

I'm really fucking tired.

All I wanted was a space to obsess over a fictional man, who brought me a ton of healing, in peace.

This group has made it their mission to chase not only me away, but anyone associated with me. They called me a rape fetishizer for writing CNC fic. They called me a pedophile for making an omega Halsin headcanon. They called me a self-hating lesbian/lesbophobic for saying it's TERFy to demonize queer male sexuality. They mocked my abuse by my mom, and when called on it, laughed that I deserved it for saying how Mint's actions remind me of her sometimes. They accused me of retraumatizing myself because of the fic I wrote, when THEY were the ones who retraumatized me by causing me to have a flashback to my mom abusing me. They accused me of absolutely vile things, and today they questioned if I even was "really" abused because of the fic I wrote. They repeatedly mocked my special interests and then got offended and played victim when I said this was ableist. They've sent suicide bait to me and my friends.

They've harassed others: they harassed a bi SH fan for asking them to stop saying it was icky to ship her with men until she left the fandom, they harassed someone who made a mod to turn Scratch into Astarion so they could see the animations (even calling this person as bad as Cazador), they harassed someone for making a headcanon about Astarion dancing with Tav, they harassed a lesbian who herself headcanons Karlach as a lesbian and doesn't like Karlach/Dammon but explained why others do, they harassed my friend Mish for saying she was okay with me writing CNC, they sent suicide bait to another friend of mine and said she deserved to get raped so she would sympathize with Mint, causing her to have a mental breakdown and have to go to the hospital for 24 hours, and every time someone pushes back against them, this group weaponizes their identity by saying that person is bigoted against their identity- while ignoring (at best) the marginalized identities that person has, or at worst, furthering oppression against them (I.E. their repeated ableist comments, including one of them snarling at another user about "enjoying your grippy sock vacation")

And despite all these vile things this group of people have done, people are still believing them and sending more harassment to myself and my friends in their defense.

I'm fucking tired.

I'm tired of defending myself. I'm tired of losing people I considered friends to their lies. I'm tired of having my inbox invaded by these vile people.

They are wearing at my mental health and this already made me relapse on one of my addictive behaviors and I am fighting really hard not to do the other one. I'm tired. I loved this fandom and I loved contributing my ideas. I get so many messages from people saying I made them feel seen or made them connect to Halsin's character, and getting a message from a survivor that my posts gave them the words they were lacking for what happened to them and they were able to work through it in counseling was honestly one of the best things to ever happen to me. I really don't want to lose that. Ever. But I can't keep doing this.

I'm not bigoted to my own identity. I don't hurt people. I don't fetishize rape. I'm tired of being a broken record and not being believed because that group is so good at fragilizing themselves. I can't do it anymore.

I just wanted to share my thoughts about a fictional bear man because it made me happy and so many parts of him gave me courage. I wanted to give up cynicism like he did. I wanted to find his strength to take care of people.

But I am honestly very close to regretting ever joining this fandom. I have gained so much from it, it helped my mental health immensely, but this shit has put me in an even WORSE place mentally than i was before I joined.

I don't know what to do. I'm just tired of the way, no matter how much I epitomize "living your best life" I get treatment from these people that I honestly wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

I have a lot of painful feelings right now and I don't know what to do anymore. It just hurts and I think everyone would be better off if I'd never made this blog to begin with.

[shikisai-san]

Filling the prompt for the HCS bingo: DND AU!

May and Steven are part of the same adventuring party. Steven is the flashy paladin, probably to a god of justice like Tyr, or another Good or Lawful-aligned god. May is a Fighter with a pretty basic backstory but who can do anything with a weapon and will use anything as a weapon. Steven, who though himself the epitome of courage and literal knight in shining armor, is sometimes in awe of this perfectly normal small woman who challenges gods with a chicken nugget because it's the right thing to do.

This art only features the main ship but we had plenty of ideas with @thoughts-of-a-bibleophile, @seasaltmage and other discord friends! ^^

Here are some things we thought of for other characters:

-Ranger Brendan. He's bff with may, she's the better combattant but he's very good at survival and getting along with animals. He'd be a Beastmaster ranger who asks the help of any animal around rather than just sitcking to one.

-Wallace is Lore bard, with a lot of water spells. Lizia is a Glamor bard, being hot runs in the family I guess.

-Warlock Zinnia? Her extremely Chaotic Neutral self goes along with Steven the Lawful Good Paladin about as well as it does ingame.

-Maybe Wizard Wally. If Magus were still a class (they were a melee wizard that could infuse their magic to their weapons) the Magus Wally. He has the bravery to want to be melee and properly join the fight but the poor boy has like a score of -2 in Constitution...