#and i’m not even done w the other assignment so i have to use my between classes time to finish all the text + symbology for the map

[un-pearable]

going to esplod

[gladiatorcunt]

- LIFE OF THE PARTY | IX.

take a breath, you’re the

cw: kinktober prompt (non con-ish, more of the aftermath), past non con threesome (between 18 year olds) w/ suguru, coercion, mentions of blood and virginity loss, past bully-ish satory, frat boy!satoru + nanami, toji (who’s the same age), sukuna, choso, & suguru, goth & tatted reader who has a vagina, non con voyeurism (?) and video sharing, implied the rest of the boys x reader (choso a little more implied), being attracted to the man who assaulted you and making poor decisions out of a need for survival, ooc!satoru, non linear moments, dead dove do not eat

please do not repost, translate or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

TWO YEARS AGO | ????’s Dorm Bathroom

“I’m the one that stuck around after I got my dick wet.”

He should’ve told you that he loved you, he should’ve shoved Suguru off of you when he had his turn and bashed his head into the tile. He should've cleaned you up and cuddled you in a bubble bath back at his apartment. What he did was wipe up the copious amounts cum and saliva up with your underwear and it wasn’t until he turned around so you could get dressed that he noticed the blood. On the floor, on your panties, dripping off his still hard cock. Satoru didn’t get to care about his heart falling out of his ass and straight into hell, because how absurd is it that this is the moment when he finally understands that his actions have consequences. Toy trains don’t run anymore when you play with them so roughly that their wheels fall off.

“I didn’t go in raw with her, ‘s not like you, I couldn't even stay hard until I looked at the pic of you I have by my bed. I brought it over.”

So why did he look at your limp body and still expect you to move? Didn’t you notice that you weren’t alone? Do you not care? His brain hadn’t caught up with his body when he ruined everything, and he wishes he had your first time in a bed, filled with only him. You weren’t paying attention to him anymore and he couldn’t understand why that made him so angry. He didn’t need you, Gojo Satoru doesn’t need anybody. He made no effort to stop the mean whispers about you from his friend group and he didn’t apologize for the way he “bullied” you in high school for having a stalker-y crush on him when you saw each other at orientation. But you looked so beautiful then, you still did when you were shaking on the cold floor in front of him. Staring all bug eyed up at the flickering artificial light, he wanted to scream when he hovered over you and your eyes didn’t focus on him.

In hindsight, that was a lot of words to use when he only needed three.

Satoru has to belong to everybody, but nothing ever has to belong to him. He has privileges that he earns by simply existing, but it can all be taken away from him with a single order. Is it so bad that he held you so tightly your bones broke and your guts spilled in between his fingers? That he wanted to stick your cells under a microscope so he could know you more intimately than anyone ever could? From the very moment he met you, he could tell that you truly understood him, and who would ever want to give that up?

If being irresponsible with money means splurging on a tattoo to make yourself feel better when you should really be buying groceries? Then you’ll put the shoe on and won’t whine when it fits. You’ve been in a god awful slump lately. Your assignments barely get turned in on time and you go weeks without brushing your teeth because you can’t be bothered to get off your ass for two minutes. So when Choso updated his tattoo shops instagram saying that they’re available for bookings, you jumped on the opportunity.

It’s your favorite place anyway, and you wouldn’t feel as comfortable getting a tattoo from someone that wasn’t working there. Even Sukuna, who makes a big show of acting all tough but will let you get pieces done for free if they’re from him. He’ll drive you home on his bike when a session runs a little late and you’re worried about walking home alone.

You have a lot of fondness for the place and its people, except for a certain gage wearing individual, but you’re trying to repress all that. He definitely doesn’t make it easy for you, he’s somehow always able to know when you’re coming and gets himself in the receptionist’s chair so you have to talk to him. He stares you down with his empty black orbs the entire time during an appointment, and the veins in his arms bulge when you inhale as the needle pierces your skin. He makes “jokes” that he'd be so gentle with you if you let him, and you don’t have the heart to speak up over a stern “Suguru.” He raises his hands in surrender and backs off, because he knows there’s always next time.

You fumble through your bag as you prepare to leave your dorm, making sure you’ve got everything. Sunscreen to re apply over your makeup later? Check. Your phone (with several texts from an unknown number flashing on the screen)? Check. Your wallet stuffed to the brim with old receipts and cards that you probably keep at home? Check.

You get almost five steps out the door before you crash into a solid chest. Your ‘oof’ is muffled by the stranger’s shirt, and when you take a step back you recognize it as a compression shirt that's gotten popular with a lot of the guys on campus. That’s why the muscle you collided with felt particularly…. firm.

“Hi, cutie! Fancy seeing you here.” Satoru chuckles, like he isn’t literally outside your dorm.

And just like that, all the good vibes and hopes you had for your day shrivel up and die.

It’s a shame that Satoru does look good in the shirt, the black sleeves cut off at the perfect point on his arms and he’s been good at knowing which trends will suit him better than the millions of other people buying into them. His eyes stand out in the dark fabric, as blue as you remember them and as terrifying. You gape at him for what must be a solid minute before your features twist up into a scowl and you’re darting around him to walk away.

“I live here, now fuck off or kill yourself, I don’t care.” You shout over your shoulder, praying that he doesn’t take off after you.

“Aw, that’s mean, babe! But I know you’d miss me too much, so I won’t do either of those. Have a good day!” You don’t hear him leave as he responds, but you’re past the point of obsessively cataloging Satoru Gojo’s every movement.

Your roommate let him in, in more ways than one.

“Alright, there we go. You’re all set, i’ll meet you at the counter and we’ll get you out of here.” Choso touch is light as a feather as he does the cleaning on your freshly tattooed skin.

A skeletal pattern over your hand, knuckles and all.

The sound of him snapping his black glove against his wrist makes you jump but he smiles, doing it again with a tender look in his eyes. He wipes down your finished tattoo and you grab your bag, heading to the counter to pay.

“You took it really well, I should've known you would when you told me you came in for a tattoo on one of the most painful areas of your body on purpose.” Choso teases, punching in your card details at the front.

They run a small parlor and are usually short staffed since most of the employees are also in the biggest frat at school and end up doing most of their appointments in whatever room’s available at a party. The shop’s not the most legal operation in general, but Choso and the others all did their apprenticeships right at 18 so they could have a place of their own as soon as possible. And so they could do their own ink and jewelry for free. Sukuna, Toji, Suguru, all of them got their piercing licenses too. Nanami’s their accountant. Satoru’s really the only one who isn't directly involved with the place.

It’s bad enough that one of your attackers always has a chance of being here, but it’s cheap and you feel a sense of comfort with Choso. That familiarity might be why you end up paying a lot less than you should, but it gives you butterflies to consider that as a possibility.

“Yeah, is it bad that I just thought it was cool? I don’t have any symbolic connection to it or anything.” You joke, thinking about how your mom would always say she’d prefer a tiny one, a flower on your shoulder or something like that for your first tattoo.

You’re a free pieces deep, each one nothing like she would have picked for yourself. You started getting them after the… incident, and it’s incredible how freeing it can be to explore your style and have everything on your body be 100% your decision.

Sukuna, the one with the closest workstation to the counter snorts, “Choso did some nice work on you, kitty.”

You roll your eyes, Choso’s younger brother never fails to hit on you whenever you find your way back into their shop.

Toji, done with his tongue piercing appointment, steadies a hand on his woozy client’s shoulder and looks over to you. “Sure did, must be why Suguru can’t keep his beady orbs off of ya. Not that I blame him.”

You stiffen, feeling said man’s eyes slither up and down your body, leaving a trail of tar and molasses that keeps you from immediately bolting. A fly preserved in amber, encrusted in gnarled old tree bark.

You don’t look back over your shoulder at him but you hear him chuckle and swat Toji upside the head, “Nah, just got a lot on my mind is all. I’m double booked. Your tat’s cool though, wish i could’ve done it in my style.”

The ‘It probably would’ve looked better’ is left unsaid.

Choso raises an eyebrow and reaches out to grab your wrist as he hands back your card, he strokes a line down your pulse point

“I think I did just fine, I'm the one you keep coming back to anyway, no matter how painful it gets.”

He ducks his head down when your heart skips a beat, wrestling with his smug grin.

A stormy look comes over Suguru’s expression but it’s gone in a flash of purple lightning when his client walks in through the door.

It’s when you say a reluctant goodbye to Choso and leave the parlor to head towards the nearest grocery store that your phone goes off.

It’s from an unknown number but you know exactly who it is, you’ve blocked Satoru multiple times and he keeps coming back with a different number.

The message is a single video without an accompanying taunt, and you really shouldn’t, but your morbid curiosity wins out.

You notice your roommate's ankle bracelet slung over his shoulder very quickly, you also see more of her stretched out pussy than you ever wanted to.

Satoru chuckles behind the camera, zooming in on where their bodies are joined, he’s fucking her raw and her folds look startlingly red. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t bullshit through any bad dirty talk or narration for the audience (of one). A blessing, all things considered, he loved to yap your ears off when he took you. Satoru Gojo is rarely ever silent, even when deep down he doesn’t feel much like talking.

But he’s gone quiet as a church mouse, the only sounds coming from your phone are sticky smacks of bare flesh against bare flesh and your roommate’s muffled moans. Anytime she tries to scream, Satoru tightens his grip on her mouth and slaps her tits, which becomes a vicious cycle.

The video shows his torso at an angle, fat pecs and chiseled abs glistening as they clench. He has a fucking smoking hot body, one that you wish you weren’t forced to know more intimately than the girl who in that moment is currently all up on it.

You watch when she cums around him, a car running into a tree, but you click out of the video when Satoru cums inside her, a cargo train crashing through the car AND the tree.

Your mind is as scattered as those bits of debri and human flesh, welded to the tracks but you can feel movement above and around you.

Nanami’s hand cups your shoulder when you’re distracted during your study session later that day, he’s tutoring you in french for free and you’ve taken absolute advantage of the opportunity. It’s just one of those fuzzy days for you, especially since you can’t stop thinking of the video.

“Everything okay?” He murmurs, leaning closer with worry flickering in his warm eyes.

You nod and shrug your shoulders, “Yeah, just a little tired. Been really stressed lately.”

He wishes you would let him help with that.

Sometimes Satoru plops down on his ten thousand dollar leather couch and imagines what it would be like to kill Suguru. It’s what he should’ve done, years ago back in that dingy bathroom with a singular lightbulb that you could never quite tell if it was going to stay lit. He could’ve charged into the other man’s body and smashed his skull into the mirror until clumps of his black hair fell on the floor and blended in with shoddy tile work. All he’d be able to hear is your pitiful hiccups, his blood would be rushing to and fro in his ears. He would’ve

Other times, Satoru imagines what it would be like to kill himself. In front of you of course, because even if he’s doing it as a sacrifice to your shrine, you’d never forget him. Trauma can do funny things to your brain, if he left you alone you might hide him under several layers of heavy fog. If you won’t love him, at least let him be remembered by the only person he thinks he’s ever cared about. You’d be happy if he stayed away, but you wouldn’t be safe with anyone else but him, so he’ll take all the screaming and throwing shit at him that’s to come.

As long as the tiffany blue box tucked away in his nightstand isn’t one of those things.

It’s why he calls his usual people and pays a good chunk of cash to throw your roommate off their shoulders like a sack of potatoes and kill her somewhere private. He has a chemistry class in fifteen minutes, and a fraternity meeting right after. Satoru’s annoyed at having to make that long trek between buildings, but it’d probably be a good way to work the energy off. What’s-her-face was really starting to piss him off, snoring as loud as a vacuum cleaner on the pillow next to him. She couldn’t even make him cum, but that’s to be expected, she’s just not you.

He didn’t hit it raw though, that’s a privilege reserved solely for his (future) baby.

When he graduates, goes to dental school, and becomes a dentist, he thinks it’d be so romantic to be the one you went to. Cleaning your teeth, praising you for how well you’ve been brushing and flossing, leaning down for an upside down spider man kind of kiss when the appointment’s over. If you’re sporting a cute little rounded belly and an angelic glow during one of those appointments, well, don’t tell anybody what he needs to imagine to fall asleep with anything resembling a genuine smile.

Shit, he hopes Choso remembers to re-stock the orange juice and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Nanami’s been pissed ever since Satoru finished them without asking, now they have to share the Captain Crunch Berries. Hiroguma doesn’t mind the turn of events. All Satoru can do is wonder which one you’d like more if you stayed over at the house.

“Shh, shh, shh. You’re alright, cutie. Just a little longer, this pussy’s so tight I'm gonna cream it in no time, ‘kay?” He whispers into your hair, his dick pistoning in and out of your sopping cunt, hunting you down even as he’s currently inside you.

He tells you these things, because of course Satoru Gojo knows you and your own body better than you do. The only time he’s ever touched it and it’s like this, violating you for his own pleasure and accidentally discovering what fuels yours along the way.

You’re crying, because he’s learned that despite your prickly personality you like soft touches and sweet words, but don’t hold it against him. He’s a horny teenage boy, it’s all trial and error. It could be a lot worse for you, he couldn’t not eaten you out first and just plowed your ass like he was gonna die tomorrow.

You feel like you might, watching your blood drip down onto the dirty bathroom tile, you’re a leaky faucet now. Rusted and having so little left to give but you keep on giving (and taking) because there’s nothing else you can do.

Satoru spills into your guts with no warning, fucking down into you like you’re nothing but a pocket pussy. You’re just so pretty, sobbing and clawing at his shoulders. He’ll wear the red scratch marks with pride, maybe ask Suguru to lick them and tell him what they taste like, share it with him to get the little remnants of your bitten nails down his throat.

He climbs off of you and picks up his phone, his fingers sticky with your juices make the device slip and slide in his grip but he manages to not drop it. You may as well be dead on the floor but Satoru’s too busy texting the video of what you just did to Suguru. He smirks and his cock twitches, imagining the look on his best friend’s face, the envy.

He never tells you if the goal was to make Suguru want to join, you never want to know.

When you come back, black and red rose petals poke out under your door.

You snap, slamming your door open and gawking at the audacity of Satoru Gojo, nestled on the covers of your bed like he was waiting for his baby to get home from a stressful day out in this big scary city.

You don’t remember the questions you ask even as you’re asking them, all you’re retaining is the blush on his face and how pretty his blue eyes are when he’s about to get everything under the sun because it might as well have a ‘Paid for by the Gojo Family’ plague on it.

You’re so fucking tired, and you put up a fight but that’s all out of you now. There are multiple ways to make something go away, like absorbing into your body so at least you’re partially in control.

“I’ll forgive you if you’re good and keep your filthy hands to yourself until I tell you otherwise, okay?”

He obeys and sits perched on the edge of the bed, watching as you hover above a glass dildo purposefully smaller than he is. You bite your lip, lubing it up until your hand is slippery and you keep losing your grip.

Satoru imagines this it at a frat party instead, and the music is pouring from the open windows as people fuck around outside and inside the house, drinking from cheap plastic cups and novelty shot glasses. He’d take your hand and lace his fingers through yours, taking you upstairs to his room.

Your rum and coke would loosen you up, and you’d grind in his bed to the beat bumping through the floor. Satoru would bury his face in your neck and beg you to let him touch you like he really wants to. You’d sigh and he’d grin, skirting his long fingers under the edge of your lace panties and fingering you right there before picking you up and throwing you flat on your back.

He’d promise he’d pull out, he thought he had more condoms in his nightstand, you wouldn’t care and would beg to stay inside no matter what. You’d have a little Toru Jr. a couple semesters later.

But that universe doesn’t exist. You’re riding a small toy to an unsatisfying orgasm and Satoru just has to sit there and watch you, leaving your clit neglected and your mouth unoccupied by his eager kisses. You spit at him that you should just pull the dildo out of you and ram it up his ass without warning, but he’s so desperate to chain you up and tie you down that he’d probably like it. You only want to do something he wouldn’t like right now, a swan song for your dignity and self respect. It’s been a few years since those things were once part of you too.

Your breath hitches and your eyes get teary, Satoru can’t help but to shuffle over to where you’re kneeling on the bed. You moan as his fingertips come into contact with your swollen clit, and laugh deliriously when he perks up like his dad just surprised with a new car to have someone else drive for him.

“So fucking typical.” You whine, bouncing on the dildo and wordlessly begging him to keep playing with your bud. “Can’t ever do something you don’t wanna do, always to be someone else’s job.”

The blinking light in the corner of your bookshelf will come in handy when Satoru’s fast asleep in your bed and you’re sending a video of your own to Suguru.

You’ll both wake up to someone furiously pounding on your door, the world will spin round and round only to end up at the same place.

A frown flickers across his face at the pure death in your tone. He wants to know your favorite colors and what you love to eat and what makes every stressor in life fade away, but all he knows is what you look like when you cry yourself to smithereens while you cum.

“You’re the best at everything, honey.” He softly chuckles, water laps at his hairline, he’s almost drowning.

That isn’t quite true clearly, you’re not the best at stopping yourself from being assaulted, like that’s something you be and therapy’s something you can win.

“Thank you, Toru. so are you.”

That is true, for better or for worse as the saying goes.

[selfishdoll]

WHAT A WASTE ! ft. feitan portor ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

▌   you wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.  𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ it’s a shame, truly a shame; you being unable to contain yourself whilst your classmate examined your body for an assignment. but it’s fine, really— feitan doesn’t mind completing a detailed exam.

CONTENT WARNING(S) 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ ooc feitan, please understand it’s been a minute since i’ve watch hxh & i’m going off my own interpretation plus a bestie’s. so if you expect him to be the perfect characterization you have the wrong fic | heavy degradation w/ minimal amounts of praise | strangers to ? (will there be a part 2.. maybe 🤭) | spanking | manhandling | usage of the words “slut, minx, & whore.” | all is consensual & feitan asks ofc | multiple orgasms | dacryiphilia | unprotected sex | creampie | cowgirl | reader is taller then feitan but he’s stronger then her | pussy slapping | overstimulation | hair pulling | softer feitan at the end? | impact! play | hints of sadist(?) feitan | accidental recording | feitan “threatens” to send the video to their professor (he wouldn’t actually do it, far too possessive..) | bitch is used once | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ i’m sure assignments like these are not actually done but i got the idea randomly when seeing fanart of him. also expect more works of feitan, chrollo, & maybe the other adult characters except hisoka. also he wasn’t as mean as he should have been because i’m a very sensitive person & it shows in my writing 😭. and always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes. 4K+ WORDS

Snap! The sound of the thin gloves had you jumping for a split second, eyes carrying away from the phone taking in your position on your bed to the man standing just a few feet away from you. Feitan Portor, a classmate you’ve never got the pleasure of talking to. Which wasn’t surprising at all, given he ignored just about everyone in class.

Eyes focused on his notes, the textbook, or glued to the images of the human anatomy your professor would plaster upon her smartboard. Those were the only instances you could remember of the unimpressionable man.

Yet now, here he was; in your room adjusting the gloves on his hand whilst you waited ever so patiently.

Becoming a surgical resident was a grueling process on its own, but having to work with the most quiet man alive just made it even worse. You felt so uncomfortable, wondering if you should speak or not— if it was alright to breathe.

As, no matter where you looked, said, or did; he seemed to be agitated.

Or maybe that was just his face, who knows?

A step in your direction caused the thoughts to dissipate, eyes flicking over to the man that stood off to the side of you. His eyes looked at you expectantly, impatience enveloping his gaze. Such intensity caused a sheepish sorry to escape your glossed lips, pushing off the slippers you wore with a hum. You then turned your body to lay across your plush blankets, arms stuck to your sides whilst your head rested on your pillow. A soft breath flew from your nose, tensing the moment he stepped closer.

The idea of the group project was being able to label the muscles of a human off paper. You were sure this type of assignment was for closer students but you drew the short end of the stick. Then again, it wasn’t too bad; Feitan didn’t seem like the perverted type— you highly doubted he would take advantage of such a situation.

His form moved closer, knees pressed against your bed as his hands hovered above you. Feitan’s eyes fell to your legs, mentally deciding to start there first.

Which.. wasn’t the best for you.

As his hands dragged up from his ankles and further; lips moving to utter the muscles beneath your skin— you felt a warmth brew inside you. Was it the feathery touches? Maybe you were touched starved even..

Either way, as he got closer and closer to your middle; you felt the heat threatening to spill over. Fuck.. you were done.

His hands were.. warm, the feeling seeping through the thin blue gloves he wore— large, a complete contrast to his smaller form, which barely reached your bust. They ghosted you perfectly, teetering between respectful and disinterested as they brushed your covered hip. Maybe you really were touch starved, or maybe an inkling of attraction towards the man rested deep within you. Either didn’t matter given the little gasp and flinch that escaped you was clear as day.

Feitan’s hands stopped just on your lower stomach, eyes snapping to your face. Oh, was he annoyed. Aggravated you had interrupted him whilst attempting to complete the assignment. Your manicured fingers bundled the plush blankets beneath you, lips parting slowly to speak;

“‘M sorry..”

“Your constant twitching is bothersome.” The man hissed softly, eyebrows brushing close as his face turned to glance back down your body. “A single touch and you’re trembling..” Feitan spoke, actions solidifying his words the moment a hand grasped your hip, thumb pressing into your plump, covered skin. The warmth you felt from his hand was stimulating, trickling between your legs— causing the plush limbs to push together. An action the man caught easily.

An annoyed sigh escaped him, hand withdrawing from your body whilst his eyes bore into your form. “What a waste.. getting aroused during an exam, specifically when we were so close to being done.”

“I am not.. I am not aroused.”

The man sucked his teeth at your words, eyebrows pushing even closer together as irritation formed his features. Feitan remained unmoving for a moment, simply staring you down before he leaned over, taking your cheeks in a tight grip and lifting you a bit off the bed. “So you’re not only a slut, you’re a lying one at that.”

A hiss tugged his words, fingerprints pushing into your heated skin whilst his eyes stared you down— daring you to deny. A stranger he was, nothing more than a classmate yet; here you were, so open and pliable for him. Staring up at him as if the venom spewing from his lips were the sweetest things ever.

Your head tilted down just a tad, gripping the sheets as you struggled to hold his gaze. “‘M not a slut either.”

“A pervert then—“ Feitan countered easily, fingers tapping against your skin while tilting his head. The moment your lips pulled into the tiniest pout a grin was pulling his own, thumb reaching over to press against your glossed mouth, “— is that more fitting? You laying here; waiting so desperately to be touched..” Feitan removed his hand from your face slowly, watching in amusement at the way you tried to follow his grasp.

“What a display really.. the only thing that is missing, is you begging.”

The anticipation welling inside you was threatening to explode, thighs pushed close as the heat rose within the room. Feitan enjoyed such a sight, piercing eyes taking you in— interest for once swirling in his irises. Finally, his eyebrows rose, even going as far as tilting his head.

Breath escaped you as you took him in, Feitan Portor your classmate and very much a stranger. And despite such formalities here you were, gripping the sheets, lips parted as pretty pleas escaped you.

Feitan sighed softly reaching down once again, taking your cheeks in his hand; a grasp you’ve already come to adore. “Speak up.” He hissed, fingers pressing into your hot chubby cheeks whilst his gaze never left you.

“Ple..please Feitan, please— I need you..” You cried out, eyes dipping down as the embarrassment settled in. Feitan didn’t allow this to settle for long, hand dropping to collect your chin more and pushing you to force the gaze.

“Need me?..” His tone was airy, a snicker even passing through his lips; such sound causing further shyness to trickle down your spine. “We’ve only just met.. just interacted,” Feitan drawled and not so gently pushed you to lay across your bed, crawling over your form. Your legs parted to rest on other side of him, gripping the sheets in excitement.

“And yet, you need me. Such a desperate thing, aren’t you?” Feitan dipped down close, hands pressed on either sides of your head, hovering just above your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered close, surely expecting a kiss. Instead his face was dropping to your neck, teeth sinking into your skin abruptly.

The hiss, mixed gasp that escaped you was loud, hands flying to his black shirt whilst he sucked and bit into your skin; dark marks forming from the attention. His hands moved across your body, falling down to your thighs— sliding under them to push them even wider. Once satisfied he was moving in closer, pushing your dress up to your stomach whilst using his free hand glide across your covered slit. Your hips rose to find friction, yelping the moment he pinched you lightly.

“Quit moving..” Feitan huffed, fingers pressing just a bit harder against your covered wetness, finding your clit and slowly stroking it. The little sparks of pleasure were sweet but barely enough, the burning impatience brewing inside you caused a whine to escape your throat. The dark-haired male clicked his tongue, eyes flicking from your thighs to your face. “Impatient slut..” He hissed, hand pulling from your covered, wet cunt.

You wanted to whine again, but instead— Feitan forced a sharp yelp out of you the moment his palm struck your pussy. Your thighs closed around his hand, tears springing into your eyes as the pleasure and pain combined into a single, sickeninly sweet feeling. The grin on his face was telling, clearly delighted by the high pitched cry that escaped you so freely.

A sound he chased; pushing at your thighs again and slapping the exact same spot. A wet sound entered the room, followed by an even sharper cry from your mouth. Your body rose up off the bed, cunt throbbing from the attention as your heart pounded against your chest.

A snicker, one far too sinister escaped the man above you, pushing your thighs back down to the bed. “Hurts doesn’t it?..” The humor was clear in his tone, pushing you even wider as his eyes trained on the prize between them. “As if I could tell, making such a mess all over your sheets.” Feitan claimed, reaching over and finally; peeling your ruined panties from your body.

The undergarment was tossed to the side, his thumbs pulling your folds as his eyes focused completely on your wet sex. Clit throbbing, hole clenching around nothing, you truly were such a mess.

“Feitan..” You spoke softly, nearly shifting under his gaze if it wasn’t for the quick glare he sent you. You decided to simply bunch your dress up in your hands, eyes fluttering closed the moment his fingers gliding across your abused slit.

Slowly, the man collected your arousal onto his still gloved fingers, the thin latex pressing against your wet cunt. And without warning, two digits were pressing into your awaiting hole; sinking all the way down to his knuckles. Feitan didn’t wait for you either, scissoring and thrusting them in and out of you— the soft squelches soon filling the room.

Your moans escaped you freely, acrylics gripping your dress as your legs threatened to close. His fingers hit all the right places as precise and calculated as he was with suturing. So perfect.. fuck, so so perfect; you felt your brain getting hazy, cries of pleasure escaping as his fingers pushed against your hot gummy walls— essence spilling with each push.

As if the pleasure couldn’t get any better his thumb lowered to your begging bud, teasing it for a moment just to hear you whine— right before rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive button. Feitan’s eyes captured it all, free hand gripping your other thigh to assure you didn’t move an inch.

If you wanted.. needed him so bad, you would be sure to take everything he gave you.

Once the third finger pushed in, you were thrown off the edge; groaning at the sudden stretch yet moaning as it worked in tandem with the other fingers. He played with you so easily, pushing spots with just his fingers— much deeper then your own has ever reached.

“F—fuck.. Feitan.. feels soo good—!”

Feitan grinned down at your display, listening to the breathy praises that continued to escape you. How you begged so much for a release, hips rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers; withering beneath him. “What a fucking mess..” He drawled, eyes flicking to his hand to watch your sticky arousal coating the blue latex. This only caused his expression to deepen, quickening the pace of his hand whilst hanging his head; mouth brushing against your ear.

“This was the only thing you were thinking about, weren’t you? The moment I walked into your bedroom, you were just itching to feel me.. such a perverted slut— [Name].”

His words, tone, the way his fingers bullied your insides; Feitan was just so fucking mean. Yet here you were, eyes rolling to the back of your skull while the loudest moan escaped you, making a mess of his hand. Your arousal trickled down his fingers to his palm, ruining his glove even further.

However, even as your orgasm raked through your body his fingers never stopped moving; pushing you further and further, sensitivity rising as breathy whines escaped you. Forgoing his threat from earlier, your hand lowered to his wrist. With each movement the muscle was tensing, your thumb pressed against his pulse to feel his rapid heartbeat— in sync with your own.

“Ca—can’t fuck it’s too much!”

Such noises fell on deaf ears, his pace continuing but not moving your hand. The man wouldn’t dare say he enjoyed your grasp around his wrist.

“Too much?..” Feitan mocked, gripping your thigh when you attempted to shut your legs. The pretty whines escaping your throat was answer enough, his eyes gleaming with excitement as his thumb continued working circles into your clit; fingers never faltering inside your wet walls.

From just his fingers, just his fingers you were so lost. A fucking babbling mess whose long forgotten the entire purpose of him being in your room.

Your stomach tightened, the feeling bordering on painful, as your next orgasm got closer and closer. Pushing through the pain, your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate for the euphoric feeling again— only for it to be snatched away the moment he removed his fingers.

Your clit throbbed, hole fluttering around nothing as your hazy gaze soon focused on the man between your legs. The annoyed moan that escaped you was shameless, lips slick with your saliva pushed into a pout. “Why’d you.. I was so close!” You spoke, watching his eyelids lower.

Feitan moved to hover over your body, hands sinking into the spaces beside your head whilst pressing his hips to your own. “Said it was too much, right? Or are you already too fucked out to remember?” His hips moved slow, grinding the hardon within his pants into your wet, uncovered slit, your essence darkening his bottoms.

You weren’t given a second to dwell on his words or even muster a reply. Because the moment his hips moved yours were as well, head knocking back against your blankets as the light pleasure danced up your spine; stirring you inside. Your hands rose to bunch his shirt in your fingers, shaking underneath him as the desperation oozed from your heated body.

Feitan’s hand rose, taking your braids in a secure hold, pulling your head up from the bed to bring you a breath’s away. “Humping me like some bitch in heat.. So fucking needy.” A hiss hugged his words, as if aggravated from your actions. However, he was far from irritated, far from angry— enjoying you far too much.

You just looked so pretty like this; wet trails running down your chubby cheeks, dress and blankets wrinkled, with your legs wide— a clear invitation to ruin you even further. The sight was.. unbelievable, one he was delighted to keep all to himself.

“Feitan, please..” You dragged, hips pushing against him more, craving the friction and something else. He should have slapped your thigh or even pinch you for your impatience but fortunately for you, Feitan was just as needy. A huff escaped you as he released your hair, hands dropping to your hips. You silently questioned this, only for him to pull you up, you in his lap with his legs hanging off the bed.

You hovered above his lap, watching intently as he shoved off his bottoms; revealing his hard, long length. The tip was bubulous and red, a contrast to his paler skin. What’s more, pretty white pearls of precum oozed from the slit, twitching from the cool air in the room. Your hands found his shoulders, eyes flicking to his face as nerves settled in the pit of your stomach.

Feitan didn’t do much to ease your anxiety, even finding it a bit comical. His hand rose, shifting under your dress to stroke the dimples etched into your lower back. “What’s wrong?.. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, [Name].” He watched as your eyebrows pushed together, lips pulled into an annoyed pout.

“I’m not..” You huffed softly, nails digging into his skin as your hips lowered just a smidge, jumping the moment his tip bumped against your throbbing bud. “Just.. g—give me a second.” You spoke, hips moving, lining his cock up with your entrance. A whimper escaped you the moment his tip breached the warm space, sinking down slowly whilst more breaths escaped you.

His hands were steady on your body, holding you up and watching in excitement as you trembled. Your walls clenched around him, slick coating his length as you reached just the middle. The stretch teetered between painful and pleasurable, eyes closed shut as you allowed yourself a moment of rest. A moment that dissipated rather quickly, given Feitan lifted his hips; shoving his length the rest of the way inside.

You tipped over, leaning into him as a sharp whine escaped you. You fisted his shirt, seated completely in his lap as huffs escaped you. “Feitan—!” You cried out, feeling his hand lift to the back of your head, taking your braids in his hand as he lifted you from his form.

“Such a crybaby..” Despite his words, his eyes searched you for any discontent or actual pain, lip tucked behind his teeth. When he found neither — ignoring the light feeling in his chest — the man’s hand fell to your hips, gripping the plump flesh. His fingers dug into your sides, lifting you up off his length until only the tip resided inside— before pulling you back down.

The moan that escaped you was far too sweet, nails pushed into his skin as your hips began to move without restraint. You were so uncoordinated, so fucking messy as you bounced up and down his cock; whimpers thrumming from your throat. The sounds carried around the room; the wet slaps each time you slammed down, your desperate moans, and the subtle grunts Feitan would release every so often.

With each moment of your hips his tip was striking the sweet spot inside you, your walls clenching around his slick length— fresh tears beading and threatening to spill over. A hand rose from your hip, driving up the plane of your stomach to grip one of your breasts; pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers just to hear your voice pitch.

Feitan, Feitan, Feitan! His name was falling from your lips like some type of prayer, knees digging into the mattress as the pleasure consumed your body. You were so fucking lost, lost in the throes of it all with only him to guide you. A faulty anchor he was, pulling you deeper and deeper; leaving your mind so hazy and bleak.

The show you were unveiling was such a delight, the man far too happy to have the front row seats. He pushed closed, hips rising to meet your drops as he grew just a breath’s away. “Keep clenchin’ me so much.. you’re close aren’t you?” Feitan’s voice was ragged, feeling your breath fan across his face. The whimpers that escaped you was enough of an answer, his hand rising to your throat to simply hold— placing his lips onto your own for the first time this afternoon.

The kiss was as heated as the rest of the room, as intense as the moment his hands settled onto your skin. Feitan’s tongue intruded your mouth, licking into the wet cavern to claim as his own. And the moment you attempted to pull away to breathe, his teeth were sinking into your bottom lip; swallowing you back up.

It didn’t matter if you were on top or not, you and him both knew who was in control.

Your hands rose, curling into his black tresses as you felt your peak approaching quickly. You moaned and whined into his mouth, legs shaking as the band tightened deep in your stomach. The tears were flowing freely now, Feitan releasing you this time to hear the haste babbles that escaped you.

“Fu..fuck Feitan! I—I’m gonna come—!” You cried out, the bounces becoming even messier. You felt his hot hands fall to your ass, slapping a cheek as if encouraging you to ruin yourself even further.

“Fucking minx..” Feitan hissed out, eyebrows pinched close, cock twitching within you. “Make a mess than.. don’t hold it.” The confirmed huff was enough for you, creaming all over his dick as you arched into him. The feeling caused a shiver to run down the man’s spine, hissing as you clamped around him.

As you rode out your high, your movements slowed— lurching forward the moment his palm slapped your ass again. The high-pitched whine that threatened to escape was quickly overshadowed by his words;

“I never said stop, did I?” His hand traveled to your hair again, tugging just to hear you whine again. “You wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.” Feitan spoke, gripping you to keep you grounded before lifting you up and off his length. The added fact he was matching each thrust was enough for you, head tossed back as the moans slipped from your bruised lips freely and shamelessly— eyes meeting the back of your skull.

The breathes that escaped you was strained, the pleasure far too much but you being unable to run from it. It seems his height went to his strength, holding you so fucking tightly you couldn’t move an inch. Leaving you defenseless, making you take every inch without mercy. The sensitivity dissipated quickly, leaving behind unadulterated ecstasy that caused stars to invade your vision.

Proper words no longer escaped you, babbles of his name and praises replacing such intelligible speech. But Feitan knew enough what you were trying to say, grin still plastered on his features, like some type of madman.

You were sore all over, struggling to keep going but so desperately chasing the release that was bubbling inside of you. You fell forward, forehead brushing his own as his tip brushed your cervix. The pain mingled with the pleasure easily, cunt pulsating around him as you felt yourself grow closer and closer.

In the past hour Feitan had grown to know your body. Each twitch, spasm— everything. He didn’t need to be warned of your climax, especially since he felt the way your walls clenched with urgency. Such a feeling pushed him closer to his own end, blunt nails etching crescents into your sun-kissed skin as he rose up off the bed; fucking you even harder.

The two of you leaned forward for a sloppy, messy kiss; moaning and groaning into the other’s mouth. The hurried slaps of skin on skin contact intensified for a split moment before stuttering as the man spilled inside you.

This was enough for you, coming on his dick again; your releases mixing together and trickling down his cock. Slowly, the two of you pulled back from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chests brushed against each other, breath heavy and fanning against the other. The flat of his palms pushed against your waist, pulling back to look at you. “Get off me.”

“Give me a moment to breathe, Fei.” You spoke, used to his harsh tone by now. Despite the small annoyed sigh that escaped him, the man didn’t push you off; even leaning back onto his hands and allowing you to remain in his lap— length still inside your wet sex.

A pleased sigh escaped you, arms tightening around his neck as you leaned into him fully. His eyes darted to the side of your face for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

A comfortable silence covered the room for a moment before Feitan spoke again, amusement etched into his words;

“I wonder if the professor will like our.. exam.”

Your eyes flew open at this, glancing down at the grin plastered onto his features. Sure enough, the moment you turned, you spotted your phone on your tripod— still recording.

The next ten minutes was spent fighting the shorter man for your phone, him managing to grab it, and you pleading for the video to not be sent.

FEEDBACK & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

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gently, by your side | jaehyun

members: myung jaehyun x gender neutral reader

genre: college au, angst, comfort, best friends! to ???, more platonic stuff in this one

tags/warnings: extensive discussions of mental health and chronic/mental illness, y/n is not okay. :(

summary: jaehyun finds you after a bad week.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: this fic’s title comes from this lovely song. as someone who’s struggled with both chronic and mental illness, it really takes someone strong and amazing to keep on going, despite everything. most of the dialogue in this comes from my own musings and experiences with mental health. i wrote this for a dear mutual of mine! i hope better days will come for you soon, whenever that may be. meanwhile, i hope this gives you comfort when things are tough! sending lots of love <3 

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5 days ago 1:28 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

(y/n) we haven’t seen each other in such a loooong time imy :(( i mean i KNOW it’s just been a couple of days since we last hung out but still!!!!!!! when are we seeing each other again !!!! tell me ur schedule QUICK !!!!

4 days ago 6:33 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

heeeeyyyyyyyyy (with the intention to hang out) heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy reply to meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! tell me when ur free pls i miss u :((

3 days ago 11:58 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

hey i didn’t see u at the party today i thought u said u were going last week!!!  also i asked around and people said they haven’t seen u around recently??? and they don’t know what ur up to

2 days ago 2:05 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

heeeyyyy ?????????? did i do smth?????  or are u just really busy w school and work idk either way pls just let me know :(( i won’t bother u if ur rlllyyy busy

10:35 PM sorry if i’m being annoying btw

Yesterday  11:32 PM 🐶 cutie puppy

ok i thought about it reaaaaaallly hard and i don’t think i’ve done anything to make u mad or upset w me??? well aside from that time last last week that u got mad at me for accidentally messing w ur computer and deleting ur work files WHICH IM LIKE REALLY SORRY FOR but i fixed it!!!!! i thought we were good alrd!!! are u still mad at me 4 that ?

1:00 AM (y/n)?

1:28 AM idk  i thought i was ur best friend :(( did smth change???

2:47 AM pls pls reply :(( i know we can talk this out i don’t want us to not be ok

Today  3:00 PM 🐶 cutie puppy i’m coming over.

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Sitting up from your bed, your heart thuds in anxiety as you quickly scroll through your chat history with Jaehyun. Your eyes hurt and your brain feels especially foggy, like you’re looking at the world through a particularly cloudy lens. How long did you sleep? The last thing you recall was working on your assignments last night, then choosing to sleep instead when you got overwhelmed. Even then, you slept fitfully. You remember setting an alarm at 9 AM today to continue working, but even as you sat at your desk, you couldn’t type a single sentence on your laptop. Everything felt muddled and it was as if you couldn’t understand anything at all. Even the cups of coffee you drank in desperation was of no use keeping you alert; all it did was make you palpitate.

Then you gave up, went back to bed, and you’re here now. Checking the chat timestamps, you realize you haven’t replied to Jaehyun’s messages in almost a week, which has never happened before—you talk almost everyday, even multiple times a day. Jaehyun’s last message was at 3 PM, when he said he’d come over. One look at your screen shows you it’s already 3:20. If you’ve memorized his schedule right, it takes your best friend thirty minutes to get to your dorm from his Fundamental Maths class. That means you have ten more minutes to get your shit together and clean your mess of a room. 

But right when you’ve mustered the energy to stand up, you hear a series of knocks on your door. That can’t be— “(Y/n), open up, I know you’re in there!” Jaehyun’s voice echoes from outside the door. “I asked your dormmate and she said you haven’t left your room since yesterday, so there’s no use pretending!” Shit, shit, shit! You immediately spring up and hastily fold your blankets and organize your desk, throwing away stray food wrappers and plastic cups. You open your blinds to let some air in, and the bright sunlight makes your head throb even more. 

On your way to the door, you spot yourself in the mirror. There’s no other word for it—you look like utter shit. Your eyebags are dark and prominent, your hair disheveled from tossing and turning in your sleep. You look horrendous, but Jaehyun is persistently knocking on your door, so you have no choice but to fix yourself up as fast as you can. You splash water on your face and smoothen down your hair and open the door—then there’s Jaehyun in all his glory. Your heart clenches seeing him; he looks as handsome as always, his bangs fluffy and soft and his letterman jacket fashionably oversized. He looks nothing like you in your ratty T-shirt with coffee stains and pajama shorts. His hand is halfway raised, positioned to knock at your door (he could and would probably do it all day if he had to). Upon seeing you, he blurts out: “Did I do something?”

Instead of answering him, you open your door wider as an invitation, and Jaehyun takes the hint, stepping into your dorm. Once the door is shut, Jaehyun peers at your messy room and remarks, “Wow. When was the last time you cleaned up? You’re usually not like this.”

You know he didn’t mean it like that, but his comment stings at you all the same. “Sorry, Jaehyun,” you snap, “not everyone can be at 200% energy all the time like you.” At his hurt expression, you backtrack. “Sorry, that was really rude of me.”

“It-It’s fine,” Jaehyun replies confusedly. Then he looks straight at you, eyes pleading. He’s picking at the stray thread hanging from his jacket, a habit you’ve come to known is something he does when he’s nervous. “You know what, I thought about it. For days, really, if I did anything that would make you mad and ignore me. But I couldn’t come up with anything at all. I was really worried when you didn’t reply to me for days on end, especially when we talk everyday. So if I did something, can—can you just tell me? I just want us to be okay.”

Your throat closes up and your heart pounds even faster, making you feel dizzy. You have no idea how to answer him, when all he’s ever seen of you is the perfect student who does everything right, who’s smart and good at what they do without any flaws or exceptions. How would he react if he saw you for who you really were?

The words can’t form in your mouth, and out of frustration at yourself, you tear up. Jaehyun notices this, eyes widening in worry, “(y/n), baby, no, no,” and pulls you into his arms. Almost instantly, the tears cascade down your face and sobs wrack your body. You feel pathetic crying in your best friend’s arms, but Jaehyun just soothes a hand up and down your back as you break down. His other arm is wrapped around your shoulders, and it feels like your anchor when you’re drowning in all your troubles. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he says in a hushed tone, “let it all out.” You grip his jacket even tighter as you bury your face in his chest. 

When was the last time you’ve ever been hugged like this? The last time you’ve ever been truly vulnerable to anyone without that mask of perfection you often don? The last time you felt safe just being yourself? You have no idea. All you know that is in the circle of Jaehyun’s arms, you want to be small and imperfect and yourself just this once.

After your cries die down, Jaehyun clears his throat. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know what it is I did, but I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

“It’s not you, Jaehyun,” your voice is muffled by both your sniffles and Jaehyun’s chest. You don’t want Jaehyun to get the wrong idea that he’s hurt you in some way because of how broken he sounds thinking he’s done something to make you sad. “It’s just. Me.”

“You? What do you mean?” Jaehyun leads you into your room from the doorway. He’s holding your hand and doesn’t let go even when you both settle at the edge of your bed. His palm is warm and his grip loose enough in case you want to let go; you don’t. While you muster up the courage to speak, your best friend just sits there, waiting patiently. “It’s okay, whatever you say, I’m not going anywhere.” You don’t know that for sure, but him saying that makes you want to be truthful just this once, damn the consequences.

You take a deep breath, focusing on your intertwined fingers. You’re too scared to look at his face because you don’t want to see his reaction. “Jaehyun, what kind of person do you think people see me as?”

“Well…” He takes a moment to think about it. “Someone smart, talented, and who gets stuff done?”

In turn, you let out an resigned exhale. “Well, that’s the image I project. Of someone who’s perfect… someone who does things effortlessly. People think it comes easy to me. But it doesn’t. When people tell me that I didn’t need much effort to get to where I am now, I feel undermined. When I express I’m having a hard time, people brush it off and think I’m just overreacting. Because they think I’m perfect all the time. But honestly…? That’s the farthest thing from the truth."

Glancing up from your hands, you scan your room—your desk is a mess of papers and assignments that you have yet to get to. You can’t tell when the last time you spent time being actually productive when what you’ve been is fatigued out of your mind. When you try to sit at your desk and work, all you feel is difficulty concentrating and processing work and readings. Sleep has also proven to be elusive—no matter how long you lie in bed, you never feel well-rested. Simple actions and decisions require so much energy from you that you undeniably lack. You also constantly compare yourself to others, whom things like these come natural to them. But you’ve kept these feelings of yours secret for a long time—you’re utterly terrified that you’d be undermined for being useless and overly sensitive.   

“(Y/n)?” Jaehyun squeezes your hand, and you turn to meet his eyes. His eyes are sincere and kind. “I-I know I may not be the most empathic person, but I promise I’ll hear you out without judging you. I want to be here for you… and I hope you’ll let me. Please?” 

At this, you spill everything you’ve been feeling the past weeks—months, even—to Jaehyun. You stumble over your words and your breath gets caught in your throat, but he’s there to pat your back and to encourage you to keep going. Without you knowing, tears make their way down your face once again, and Jaehyun uses his other hand to gently brush them away. “It just gets so hard that I want to just. Give everything up. I don’t know what the use of trying so hard is when I see how other people don’t need this much effort to do even the most basic of tasks. It’s just so… unfair.”

When you’re finished with your rant, you don’t know what to expect from Jaehyun—but you’re stunned to see him crying. He’s sniffling and wiping at his eyes furiously. “Why…” You have no idea what he’s about to say, but you brace yourself for the worst. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” he whispers brokenly. “I didn’t know you were having such a difficult time. I feel like such a shitty friend for not even noticing. I’m sorry, (y/n).” Jaehyun’s eyes fill with tears and he starts “I… I thought we were best friends.” The best friends tell each other everything goes unsaid, but you know exactly what he meant.

“I…” You feel awful now for making Jaehyun cry. “You’re just. You just naturally have all this limitless energy. You’re…” Normal. Not like me. “I don’t know how if you were going to take me seriously if I told you what I was going through… There were times I’d see you, and I’d be so disappointed in myself for not being like you. And I was so scared that if I did tell you, I’d be letting you down.”

Jaehyun’s expression grows more miserable at this. “I-I’m sorry, (y/n), I never meant to make you feel unheard. And I never meant for it to feel like you couldn’t tell me about these things.” 

“It-It’s not your fault, Jaehyun,” you protest, but he shakes his head, obviously disappointed in himself.

“No, (y/n), I’m supposed to be your best friend. How stupid can I be if I can’t notice when you’re having a hard time? I didn’t even stop to ask how you’ve been doing because you seemed to be doing fine. But I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have taken things at face value. I’m such an idiot,” Jaehyun berates himself. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

At his sincere apology, you can’t help but admit it to yourself—you desperately needed Jaehyun’s support as your best friend, but you were too scared to ask for it. And honestly? You felt immensely lonely without his words and presence to comfort you. 

“(Y/n), I hope you know that I see how hard you work. I know your sleepless nights and how much effort you put into every single thing you do. Despite everything you’re going through, you’re always trying to be better than the person you were yesterday, and it’s something I truly admire about you. But I hope you know it’s okay to be imperfect and flawed and to not be okay. I want to be here on your good and bad days. I just wish I could’ve been more vocal about this earlier… I’ve really taken you for granted, huh?” Jaehyun sighs wetly, taking your hand in both of his. He’s still crying; you both are, actually. What a silly pair the two of you make. 

“Thank you for trusting me and sharing all of this. It literally means the world to me,” Jaehyun rambles. “I promise I’ll be a better friend to you, someone you feel safe opening up to about anything, whether that be your achievements or your struggles. And (y/n), if it’s not too much to ask… Could I ask you to be more honest with me in the future?” He stares at you imploringly. “I don’t want you to think you have to go through all of this alone. I want to be here for you the same way you’ve always been there for me… Okay?”

“....Okay. Okay, I’ll try,” you respond softly. “Thank you, Jaehyun. I… I’ve never told anyone about this before. But thank you so much for just listening, and not judging, and accepting me for me…” While you appreciate Jaehyun’s presence at this moment, a new wave of fatigue washes over you with all this emotional vulnerability and talking. “Jaehyun… I’m still feeling really tired, so I might go back to sleep. Sorry, I know you came all the way here to see me, but here I am being shit company,” you apologize regretfully.

“Oh! That’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jaehyun stands up from your bed to leave. When your fingers slip from each other, you feel an acute loss of warmth—both in your hands and in your heart. He makes his way to the door, slipping on his shoes, and your heart sinks. There’s something you badly want to ask of Jaehyun, but you’re too much of a coward to tell him what you truly want. You don’t want to be on your own right now, but you’d probably be asking too much of him. Accepting your fate, you settle in bed, attempting to take a nap so restless you’re sure will be of no help to your exhaustion.

However, Jaehyun himself stops in the doorway. He turns back around, a distraught look on his face. “(Y/n)... I don’t want to assume, but are you sure you want to be alone right now?” he begins. “I mean, we just had this really heavy talk. Can… Can I keep you company? I promise I’m great at cuddles—that’s what all my other friends say anyway when I annoy them with my hugs.”

When you nod, that’s all it takes for Jaehyun to shuck off his shoes, strip his jacket, and climb into bed with you. With your ear against his steady heartbeat and his comforting arm around you, you’re asleep in no time. It’s the best you’ve ever slept in months.

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Photo Booth Kissin' {P.P.}

summary: Peter's an awkward loverboy, but he's your awkard loverboy.

warnings: none i think just fluff :3, TASM!Peter Parker x reader hehe, no use of y/n, reader is kinda like super girly w the bows and sparkles idk

a/n: I HAVENT WRITTEN IN MONTHS SORRY here tho!

Peter’s life was boring—peaceful, but boring. Don’t get him wrong; being Spiderman is cool and all, but Peter Parker’s life could use some work. The most exciting thing that has happened to him recently was the time he got two yolks in one egg. Riveting stuff, right?

During another one of his literature classes that he doesn’t know why he took, he spots you. With a bow in your hair and a knit sweater falling over your figure, your head propped on your manicured hand while scribbling notes with the other. You sit in front of him and if Peter squints, he can see the small doodles littering the pages. Before he knows it, the professor announces that the lecture is done for the day. Peter panics; he wants to talk to you before you disappear and turn out to be a dream, but what would he even say? Doesn’t matter anymore since he chases after you to the door.

“Hey,” he says, looking a tad flushed after tripping over someone's water bottle.

“Oh, hi” you respond, your eyes a little widened at the sudden interaction.

“I, uh, I’m Peter” he say, sticks out his hand for you to shake. You take it and tell him your name. He repeats it in his head about a hundred times.

“I just, uhm, wanted to ask about…” he trails off, trying to remember if there were any assignments given. “The essay he said we had to do, yeah. When is it due again?” he hopes to any higher being that there was an essay due soon.

“Ah, yeah, it’s due next Monday” you reply, giving him a tight-lipped smile, ready to go back to your dorm.

“Cool, uhm, thanks! See you around, hopefully” with that, he bolts, leaving you confused and flushed. Hopefully

The cute boy in your class wants to see you around.

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Two days later, Peter sees you again. It’s in the same class, and you’re as pretty as ever. He psyches himself up to sit next to you.

You look up from your laptop when he asks you if he can sit next to you. You nod, of course, and smile. He looks nervous, with fingers tapping on the table and cheeks a little red. It’s cute.

“Have you started on that essay?” you ask, trying to start conversation since it looks like he won’t.

“Huh? What essay? We have an essay?” he turns to face you, eyes wide.

“Yeah, the one you asked me about?” you laugh a little.

“Oh, no, I didn’t” his shoulders slump back down, and you smile at him.

“I didn’t either; I had other work to finish” he stares at you a little; it’s flattering, really. How shy he is around you. He barely knows you, but he’s convinced himself that you’re the greatest thing ever. He also may have looked up your instagram and fallen even harder as he looked at all your posts. Peter now knows what you ate at Thanksgiving 3 years ago.

“Same, I’m in STEM so you could imagine” he says, resting his head onto the table. Sleep deprivation a thing he is well acquainted with, unfortunately.

“STEM, wow, you must be smart then. Why’re you taking a classic lit class then?” Sure, you might’ve slipped in a compliment; it's not a crime to flirt a little. It takes Peter a few seconds to respond as he processes what you said, you think he’s smart.

“Uh, I was going through a phase with classic lit at the time, and I’ve been lazy to drop it. And, uh, I’m not that smart—pretty average actually. Like the most moderate person ever” He’s rambling and kind of lying. He’s doing really well in his other classes.

“Yeah? I think you’re pretty smart if you’re in STEM. Not everyday a guy is both pretty and smart.” His cheeks turn even redder, if possible, and he makes a sort of out of breath sound. “If you need any help with this class, I’d be happy to give you my notes on the book”

Jesus, you’re gonna kill the poor boy.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

From then on, you sit beside him and throw in some flirty comments while he struggles to reciprocate. It feels too good to be true, how you seem interested in him and how you eagerly talk to him after lectures, even giving hm your number to talk about “class”. He’s waiting for the day you ghost him.

“Hey, would you maybe want to, like, hang out? Like on a date or something? Or just as friends! Actually, yeah, just hang out as friends; forget I said date sorry,“ he flounders, waiting for the rejection. Oh God, he’s just messed up the whole friendship and you’re gonna think that he’s weird and a creep and-

“I’d love to go on a date, Peter,” you smile “I was waiting for you to ask.”

“Oh, great, is Saturday at 3 okay? I’ll meet you outside your building and we could walk to that arcade?” He asks, eyes hopeful.

“Saturday at 3 is great. I love arcades, but you have to help me with the claw machines” For someone so smart and handsome, he doesn’t let himself think people like him.

“See you Saturday, Peter” you tiptoe to kiss his cheek, leaving sticky residue from your sparkly gloss and walk to your next class. He stands in place, a little starstruck and a lot flustered. He leaves the lipgloss there.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

Saturday finally comes, and now it’s your turn to be nervous. You’ve switched outfits countless times, your hair is out of place, and your makeup doesn’t seem to flatter you. You’ve settled on a pretty blue dress with tights to protect you from the small chill. Two little bows clipped into your hair and knit cardigan falling over your shoulders—makeup finally looking presentable enough with maybe a little too much glitter on your eyes, but whatever. Your phone chimes as you’re applying pink sparkly gloss, and your heart skips a beat. He’s here.

You throw your phone and lip gloss in your purse and bolt out the door. You spot him outside your building, as promised. He looks wonderful. Brown sweater and worn-in denim jeans—you can’t believe he’s so shy around you when he looks like that. He finally spots you, and wow, he thinks.

“Hey," he scolds himself for being so casual when he should be whisking you away to Italy, or something. He could’ve at least gotten you flowers.

“Hi, you look great,” you say in front of him, and seeing you up close is making him fall even harder, if possible.

“You look, wow, you’re just, wow” he can’t even believe you’re into him.

“Cmon, I wanna win some plushies,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. He grips your hand harder and laces your fingers.

The walk is calm and the air is starting to get cool. You talk about class and a show you started. Peter listens intently, making mental notes about what you like and don’t like. Your hands stay intwined, and his thumb traces patterns on the back of your hand. He’s gotten more comfortable and less panicky in your presence, so you get to see his personality shine through. He’s incredibly funny. You can’t stop laughing on your way there, and he can’t stop thinking of more things to make you laugh.

The arcade is dark, with flashing lights from every game. Peter goes to buy some tokens, refusing your offer to pay half. Grabbing Peter’s hand and making a beeline for the claw machines, everyone knows they’re rigged, but you don’t care. You eagerly take the tokens and attempt to win the Kuromi plushie. After the 5th? 6th attempt? When the claw has dropped the plushie, you give up.

“Why do they do this to people! It’s false hope!” you whine to Peter as he laughs at your pout.

“Lemme try,” he nudges you over and puts in a token.

You watch with eyebrows furrowed as he wins it on his first attempt.

“What the hell, Peter?” you crouch to pull the plushie from the machine.

“What? Do you not like it?” He faces you, examining the stuffed, is she a rabbit? What animal even is Kuromi?

“I love her; just, how did you win it?” You look up at him incredulously. He must have some weird power that makes him win every claw machine.

“Oh, I don’t know; just position it right?” He laughs, his eyes crinkling in the process. You want to smooth them out with your fingers.

“Thank you!” you’re genuinely really excited over a cheap stuffed toy, not because you really wanted it, but because Peter won it for you. You wrap your arms around his neck in thanks. Peter freezes. He fees like a teenager at how he’s reacting to a hug of all things. He snaps back and hugs you back. You pull away to kiss his cheek. This is the second time you’ve kissed his cheek, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever get used to it.

“Lets go play games, pretty boy,” pulling away and leaving Peter to gather his brain and follow along.

You watch as he plays Pac-Man; its silly, but you love his face when he’s focused. Brows furrowed and lips in a thin line. He really is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. And he’s infatuated with you! Of all people! You swear half the girls in the class have a crush on him, but he gets nervous around you. You play some air-hockey, which you won (he let you win), and he won you some more plushies and some candy at the infamous claw machines.

When the games get old, the two of you leave the building. The sun is setting at this point, and you’re dreading leaving him.

“Oh, look! There’s a photo booth!” you point, excitedly tugging on his arm. “We should take some pictures.” you drag him into the booth, both of your thighs squished together and his legs at an awkward angle. He feeds the machine a few bucks, and the screen starts to count down.

You put on a sickly sweet smile, scrunching your eyes while Peter smiles big with pearly white teeth on display. The second photo you lean into Peter and he wraps his arm around you, pulling your body close to his. The third photo, you go for it. You grab his face and kiss him. His hands stay in the air as the glitter on your lips transfers to his. You taste like vanilla. You pull away, a little anxious that he didn’t want it. Those thoughts get pushed away when he grabs the sides of your face and kisses you until you can’t think. His hands are warm and big covering your cheeks as his lips move against yours. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck once more and deepen the kiss. Your lips move together in tandem as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs, the movement comforting.

The fourth photo is blurry, and you walk out with all your lipgloss on Peter’s lips.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

im in love with your blog my god...its actually so stunning and i LOVE how you write ethan. like the other anon said, you're truly saving & feeding us <33 can i request fluffy sex with virgin ethan? maybe even a little subby, considering lack of experience. but he finally feels ready w the reader after a couple months of being together. they're taking every big step slow but ethans always initiating first im done & deceased

Thank you!!! you're so sweet, I hope you like it:)

Dark Side of Your Room - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Virgin!Ethan Landry x Experienced!Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend is ready to lose his virginity.

A/N: I tried to make this as realistic as I could when it comes to a guy losing his virginity haha. I'll probably do a part 2. I hope you guys like it! - HATED this, rewrote it:)

Fun Fact: a lot of my titles come from the song I'm listening to at the time I'm getting ready to post lol

When you met Ethan, he had this innocence that just kind of drew you in. You knew from the beginning that the two of you would end up together, even if he did struggle to make eye contact for the first couple weeks after meeting you. He soon gained some confidence, and finally asked you out on a date. The two of you have been together since then, and he’s recently started to show more interest in other things people in relationships do. You weren’t a virgin, but he was. You were okay with not sleeping together, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was pressure him into something he wasn’t ready for. After the last time he came to your house, and a simple kiss turned into him on top of you kissing your neck, you had a feeling that a conversation was coming soon.

“Hey, babe?” he asked, as he sat beside you on your bed doing homework.

“What’s up?” you asked, glancing over to see his cheeks a light shade of pink.

“I think I’m ready,” he said, looking down at the keyboard of his laptop, trying not to get flustered under your gaze/

“Think you’re ready, or know you’re ready?” you asked, a smirk playing on your lips.

“I know I’m ready,” he said, “but if you don’t want to have sex yet, I understand.”

"I want to," you said softly, his head snapping to look at you. His heart started to race as his anxiety creeped up from his lack of experience.

You closed you laptop, your assignments being the last thing on your mind as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was gentle...at first. He pushed you back on the bad, your mouth moving with his as you glided your tongue across his bottom lip. He let you deepen the kiss as you felt his erection pressing against you.

As he kissed you, his hands started to roam, for the first time. He almost wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. He squeezed one of your breasts, making you whimper. His head shot up, concerned that he hurt you.

“You okay?” he asked, his eyes wide as he looked over your face.

“Yes baby, it felt good,” you said, grabbing his face and pulling him back so your mouths reconnected.

He started to lift your shirt, running his hand across your stomach. His hand inched further up, massaging you over your bra. You wanted him to take his time, but you felt yourself getting more wet by the second.

“You can take my shirt off,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Okay,” he said, fully lift the material over your head.

His lips went to your neck, as you felt his hips start to grind against you. He gasped at the feeling, breathing heavy against your sensitive flesh. His hands snaked behind you as he struggled to unhook your bra. You giggled as you leaned up, the determination evident on his face that he wasn’t going to ask for help. After he got it unhooked and slid the straps down your arms, he looked at the newly exposed skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered, trailing his kisses down your neck and over to one of your nipples.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling, as he reached his hand up to massage the other one he wasn’t already giving attention to. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, causing you to make a new sound he'd never heard before. He switched to the other side, before trailing kisses down your tummy. He wanted to take his time, but he didn't want to embarrass himself by cumming in his pants.

You intently watched him as his mouth moved lower, stopping at the top of your pants.

“Can I take these off of you?” he asked, pupils blown out in lust, paying that you'd say yes.

“Yes baby," you whimpered, your core throbbing as he undid the button and slid the zipper down.

He slowly dragged them down your legs, taking in every inch of newly exposed skin. He trailed kisses along your hips before moving down lower as kissing up your thighs. When he made it to your clothed pussy, he placed a kiss to it over your panties. He grabbed you by the hips, before sliding them down your legs to meet your pants on the floor.

“Can you walk me through this?” he asked, a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

“Yeah, babe," you said, grabbing his hand that was on your hip and leading it to where you needed him. "Rub your fingers right here." He started off slow, his fingers getting wet with your arousal.

"Move your fingers a little bit faster," you said, your breath hitching in your throat as two of his fingers circled around your sensitive clit. "Just like that, baby."

He was trying to fight the urge to taste you, not knowing if he'd do a good job. The last thing he wanted to do was stop all the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth. You could tell he was holding back, so you tried to encourage him.

"You can use your mouth if you want to." His eyes lit up, wasting no time to lean in and place a small lick to your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, his eyes connecting with yours as he repeated the action.

The curls on his head were tickling your thighs as he started to lick faster, loving that he was making you feel good. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you started to praise him. "You're doing such a good job," you moaned, as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

"Baby," you whimpered, "Can you put one of your fingers inside of me?"

“Okay,” he said against your clit, the vibrations from his voice making your legs tremble.

He slid a finger inside of you with ease as his mouth moved against you. "Fuck, you're so wet and tight," he mumbled, watching your face as he slid it in and out of you. "Can I use two fingers?"

You nodded, as he added another finger. The feeling of him stretching you out had you craving more.

“Okay…fuck…curve them a little, like you’re telling someone to come to you,” you rushed out between moans.

When he started to hit that special spot inside of you, and latched his mouth back onto your clit, you felt your orgasm quickly building. You started to cry out from the pleasure you were feeling, which made him go faster. Your hips were moving against his hand as his tongue struggled to keep up. He put his free arm over your waist, holding you down. The power move made your pussy start to clinch around his fingers.

“Oh my god,” you cried out, the feeling of ecstasy washing over you. Your hands were shaking as they tangled in his hair. The groan he let out from your actions sending vibrations to your clit, making your orgasm more intense.

He started to pull his fingers out before you whimpered, "No baby, Don't stop!"

He worked you through your orgasm, his fingers sliding out of you when your walls stopped fluttering.

“Did you cum?” he asked, a huge smile on his face.

“Yes baby, fuck that felt so good,” you said, trying to catch your breath.

He was beaming, so proud of himself, as he walked over to his backpack to grab a condom. He took his pants off and started to crawl back on the bed before you stopped him.

“Boxers too, baby,” you smirked, as his cheeks started to turn red.

“I’m kind of self-conscious about my size,” he said, not wanting to make eye contact. But as your saw the outline of his hard cock, you knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about. You were questioning how it was going to fit in you.

You didn’t say anything as you crawled over to the edge of the bed in front of where he was standing, sliding his boxers down. He gasped at the feeling of his erection being freed, standing at attention right in front of your face.

“Fuck, baby,” you whispered, as you wrapped your hand around it. His eyes screwed shut the second you touched him, his salty precum leaking out of his tip.

“I need to be inside of you,” he said when your hand started to move. "I don't want to cum yet."

You nodded, wanting this experience to be exactly what he wanted. You laid back on the bed as he opened the condom, his hands shaking as he rolled it on.

"It's okay, baby," your sweet voice said, trying to ease his nerves.

He crawled back on top of you, your legs spreading as his hips met yours. He looked at you for a minute, his eyes full of sexual desire and love. You felt so special that he wanted to experience this with you.

"Hey," he mumbled, "I just want you to know how much I love you, and how much you mean to me."

Your heart melted at his words, "I love you too, baby."

When you felt his hand reach between the two of you, you whispered, "Please be slow. It'll hurt if you just shove it in."

"Okay baby," he said, slowly sliding in. "Oh shit," he whimpered, the tightness and warm feeling making it hard for him to think.

He stilled in you for a second after he was all the way in, before his eyes started to plead with yours. "Can I move?"

“Yes," you said, leaning up to peck his lips.

He slowly started to thrust, the feeling of his cock stretching out your pussy making you a moaning mess underneath of him within minutes. He groaned as he rocked his hips into yours, loving the way he felt inside of you. You couldn't stop watching him. The way his mouth fell open, the way the muscles in his arms flexed, the way his brows furrowed together.

"You're doing such a good job, baby," you praised, as his hips started to stutter. You knew he was close so you started to moan even louder, trying to push him over the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, "I'm gonna cum." He filled the tip of the condom, but you could tell he was disappointed in himself.

He slid out of you, taking the condom off and throwing it in the trash. His head hung in shame as he refused to make eye contact with you.

"What's wrong, baby?" you asked, his face red with embarrassment finally turning to look at you.

"I didn't make you cum," he sighed, sitting down beside you in the bed. "I didn't want to cum before you."

"Baby, you made me cum earlier. It's not a big deal," you whispered, your fingertips rubbing against his arm. "We could always go for round two."

[tiny-pretty-sana]

taste of love | chaeyoung x reader

[request] paring: chaeyoung x reader genre: fluff and smut warnings: nsfw (+18), minors dni and not proofread tags: established relationship, top!chaeyoung, soft dom (kinda?), smutty intimacy, not plot just vibes w/c: 4.3k a/n: first time writing idol x reader and second time writing smut!! i love trying new things and i hope it's not too awkward. i also hope the lovely @nr1chaedickrider enjoys it and that the wait was worth it

It’s Friday night. You should be having dinner with your girlfriend at one of those small restaurants with cute decorations and dimmed lights that would become crowded and popular as soon as someone posted about them in social media, but for now are unknown and hidden enough for her to love them. She’s always been the best at finding these secret spots for your dates, like the one you were supposed to be having right now. You have actually been looking forward to it all week, but you had to cancel your plans after you left your boss's office this morning.

It doesn't matter that you've been working late all week on your assigned projects to get everything up to date because your boss needs a detailed presentation of last month’s sales first thing Monday morning. It doesn't matter how much work you've managed to get done ahead of schedule because you're young and that's the way things work. You're here to do your boss's job, be his secretary to then do your actual job . 

When you finally leave the building you see the dark sky and city lights, which means you’re leaving later than usual. You hadn't noticed, but your shoulders, back and neck are tense after the extra hours you've spent in front of the computer ignoring the stress, irritation and hunger you felt. But it's all done, you remember and try to forget about work until Monday.

You sigh and reach into your bag for your phone to call her. Before you can hear the second tone she picks it up but you don’t even give que time to answer. 

“Hey Chae I’m so sorry…” you start apologizing but she cuts you off and you hear her chuckle softly. 

"Baby stop, you've already apologized. I've already told you I'm not upset, I'm just worried because you're overworking yourself and I know you well enough to know that when  you do, you don’t eat properly, among other things. We can have dinner out tomorrow, now just come home, y/n." she says with that gentle tone that she uses when she knows you need some comfort even if her intention was to scold you for your unhealthy working habits. 

“Let me make it up for you. I’ll bring your favorite from that place you like near my work” you offer. 

"Don't worry about it, I've already made dinner. You've had a hard day, so let me take care of you. Come home safely, I'm waiting for you, okay?"  

You do as she says, but you can't help but make a quick stop by the convenience store to buy some strawberries after seeing that the flower shop had already closed. She says she's not upset with you, but you know that she was just as eager as you were to have your special night out.

On your way home, after hearing your girlfriend’s calming voice and knowing she is home waiting for you, you start feeling much better, still the tiredness and the tension of your muscles remains. 

There are some free seats in the subway but right now the last thing you want is going back to a sitting position, choosing to stand near the gates to jump off as soon as the train gets to your spot. The last thing you want to do is to delay even for a few seconds the moment you get home to her. You count the minutes left, the remaining stops and how many songs away you are from her. They are the same as always but at this particular moment it feels as if time is not passing as fast as you need to, making you get to your apartment building so fast you make it to the elevator almost breathless.

When you open the door, the first thing you notice is the strawberry scent from the candle you got her and then you see Chaeyoung. She’s there waiting for you with the biggest smile and her arms ready to wrap you. You stand in front of her and kiss the beauty mark under her lip before locking your mouths in a gentle kiss. After so long it has become a ritual like crossing your face when you get in church. It doesn’t feel like you’re home until you feel her lips against yours. 

Her arms are wrapped around your waist when she whispers “Are you okay?” against your skin before pulling away to look at you while she cups your face with one hand. 

“I’m good now” you say looking into those big dark eyes with sparks on them that resemble stars. “Just tired”. 

The next thing you notice when you come back to your senses after the long awaited kiss is the delicious smell of food cooked by your girlfriend, the table already set, candles everywhere and the ceiling lamp covered with a scarf. The dim light and the reddish shade give a touch of intimacy like those places you like to go to. Seeing how she has made the effort to set this while you were worried that you might have upset her by canceling your date makes you feel really lucky and full of love. From the corner of your eye you can see her smiling brightly. 

As expected, the dinner was delicious yet simple. Chaeyoung is not the most skilled cook but she makes the best dressings and sauces. Like any other night you tell each other about your day and make some plans for the weekend while you both eat the grilled salmon and the salad she has made, but being as hungry as you are you let her do most of the talking. Still you tell her about the awful day you had at work. She knows there is not much she can do besides support you and offer words of encouragement, but she makes sure to let you know so you don't forget that you can always count on her even when she doesn't quite understand what your job is all about sometimes. Sometimes even you don't quite know what you're doing.

After talking for a while with empty plates in front of you and a half-full glass of wine in your hand, it's time to clean up and you offer to wash the dishes. 

“Don’t worry about the dishes, you’ve done more than enough when I should’ve been the one making it up for our canceled date” you sigh, still somewhat disappointed. “Go take a shower”.

“Join me when you’re done” she winks at you teasingly. 

You have probably never cleaned the dishes this fast. 

Intending to join Chaeyoung in the shower, you slip in wearing just your underwear, but just as you did when you entered the house, you find the bathroom with the dim lighting of candles scattered around the place. The room is filled with the faint fragrance of jasmines, subtle, but it is enough to notice its comforting sweetness. An the bathtub has a layer of bubbles covering the surface of the water

She is on her knees at the foot of the tub lighting the last few pairs of candles wearing just her pants and her bra leaving her back tattoo on full display for you to admire. Being too focused with the candles she doesn’t realize you are there until you decide to make your presence known. 

“I should’ve known you’re up to something” you say, unable to hide your smile. 

Chaeyoung then turns around looking at you with those hooded eyes she gets when she drinks, they are not as sparkly as usual but the dozen flames that bathe the wall tiles are reflected in her eyes. Her eyes are the color of rich espresso, with a deep and captivating gaze that draws you in. You lock eyes with hers and it does not take you two much longer to get rid of the remaining clothes and get into the bathtub.

The water is hot and welcoming just like her embrace, she wraps your arms around you when you take the spot between her legs, resting your back against her front. And as soon as you rest your head on her shoulder you can feel the remnants of tension left in your body vanish as you let yourself be taken over by indulging in the delight of the senses. Chaeyoung's soft touch under the water, her velvety voice caressing your ear, the floral aroma is accompanied by the scent of strawberries, the remains of wine dancing in your tongue and the dim light of the candles bathing your skin. 

As her hands are too busy wandering around your body, you take care of feeding her and bring the glass of wine to her lips. In between you can't miss the opportunity to steal a kiss or two. 

The first few kisses are playful pecks you give her as you replace the strawberries with your own lips. Soon those stolen kisses are not enough for her and they gradually escalate into slow, sensual kisses that leave you both breathless. You lazily make out, exploring each other’s mouths like it is the first time, with the same tenderness, but with the confidence of someone who has done this a thousand times before. Now you know each other like the back of your hands. You know the pace that makes her go insane and she knows when is the right time to slide her tongue in your mouth to make you go dizzy.  

The taste of wine and strawberries makes you uncertain of where your mouth ends and hers begins until you follow her movements pushing your tongue between her lips and among the sweet and sour mixture you recognize a hint of Chaeyoung. It's something you cannot explain and you don't even know if it makes sense, but in the same way that she has her own distinct scent that you can distinguish beneath the perfume you are also able to recognize something that is inherently hers when you kiss, no matter if she has chewed gum, eaten chocolate or drank soju before. Not even when she uses a mint candy to mask the rare taste of cigarettes when she's stressed. It is that taste along with the gentle feeling of her tongue caressing the roof of your mouth that is making you feel more lightheaded than the actual alcohol you have been drinking since dinner. she just has this power over you. 

Kisses do not stop. You turn your body slightly to have better access to not just her mouth but her as a whole and tangle your hands in her hair in an attempt of pulling her impossibly closer when there aren't even clothes getting in the way between her smooth, tattooed skin and yours. It is at this moment when you become aware of a different wetness than the water between your legs, is the same wetness you’re also feeling against your ass, letting you know that your kisses have the same effect on Chae as hers do on you. Your move is followed by a soft moan as a result of the pressure you made against her center.

That sweet sound is accompanied by other sounds coming out of both her mouth and yours mixing with the sound of sloppy kisses that are getting deeper and more passionate. Her kisses are becoming hungrier every time and those same hands that once caressed you gently are now griping you with possession. Feeling her sinking her fingers in your skin feels as familiar as the sensation pooling in your lower stomach, like a prelude of what is to come. 

Her left hand moves up to your chest making you gasp against her lips at the sudden feeling of her cupping your breast. Your body reacts to the touch immediately as your nipples stiffen under her teasing thumb and your back slightly arches giving you a glimpse of her wetness one more time making her breath hitches and the kissing stops. 

Your mouths are no longer devouring each other’s but she keeps hers busy by tracing her tongue over your neck to end up nibbling your earlobe before you feel her slightly unsteady breathing just millimeters away from your ear.

“Stop doing that, this is about you” she tells you off. 

Chaeyoung’s warning gets followed by caresses that go up and down your thighs until she gets to your inner thigh squeezing it firmly and forcing you to keep your legs spread for her just for the sake of having you at her mercy since she has no intention of giving you what you crave yet. She wants you to know who is in control now, wants you to know she is going to take care of you and give you what you need. She is in charge and you are completely at her mercy.

It is not something unfamiliar. You both always enjoy a little power game, but that is not what you need now and she knows it. This control doesn’t come from a want of overpowering you but from devotion, she’s willing to take all the weight from your shoulder so you can let yourself go to allow the pleasure to take over you. She is here to provide not to take, you know it and that thought alone makes you feel dizzy and hot. 

Her hands are all over you, left hand wandering around your upper body while the other stays still in your thigh going up and down at a maddening peace. She cups your breasts and teases your nipples. At first she ghosts around them with her fingertips drawing figures on your skin, but as they get hard it gets too appealing not to go further by trapping them between her two fingers pinching them just enough to make your whines hit her ears. Throughout all this, her lips have not stopped placing wet kisses on your neck along with some biting and sucking in all the right spots. 

This is all it takes for her to have you all worked up and desperate for the touch you crave. You are pretty much aware of her touch as your own hands are top of her even when she is the one guiding the movements. You feel how she runs hers everywhere but between your legs where your neglected cunt starts pulsating in need.  

“Please Chae…” you start pleading but it gets caught in your throat as she moves up her hand to run a finger between your folds. 

“I know baby, I can feel it. You’re so wet and ready for me” she cooes without a hint of teasing in her voice, she is enjoying this as much as you. 

Her finger travels up and down between your folds, despite being underwater it moves with ease due to the slickness that has been dripping from your center since the kisses started to escalate. The hand you once had on top of the one she now has between your legs, is tangled in her hair guiding her mouth against yours to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Those kisses are not enough to silence your moans once her ministrations reach your clit making circles that get progressively smaller tightening the knot that is forming in your lower stomach. 

She switches up the pace and her motions, taking you to the limit but not in a hurry, you are not in the mood for something quick. Today soft and slow is what you both want. It is intimate and passionate like whispering I love you between heated kisses. 

For a moment your mouths part and she pauses to admire the mess she is turning you into. You feel the warmth of your cheeks and the reddish hue tinting Chae's. You probably look like that too, with your hair sticking to your forehead more from sweat than water, with a blush on your cheeks that extends to your ears and your lips looking wet and puffy. 

The break lasts a few seconds, just long enough to remind you that there is a world beyond Chaeyoung's mouth and the feeling between your legs. The room feels warmer, it starts to be overwhealming, you suddenly become aware of the hot water and the sweat on the back of your neck. The smell of jasmine is still present, but it is overshadowed by the smell of her hair that has not yet touched the water. The taste of wine and strawberry in your mouth is still there, but now you can taste her too.  Some candles have already melted. 

Her hand immediately stops, and before you can complain, she shuts you up with a kiss. 

“I want to taste you” she breathes seconds before running her tongue across your parted lips, giving your shivers. 

That's all you need to hear to know what to do, you don't need to be told twice or given directions on what to do. It is one of those things that you have internalized so much that your body executes the action before your brain can process the information. You untangle your limbs and she gives you space as she helps you to reposition yourself. 

When you stand up, you notice the change in temperature hitting your skin. Your nipples stiffen against the cool air just as they do between her hot lips. This contrast feels good especially when you sit around the bathtub with your back against the cold tiles to spread your legs for her. Chaeyoung is in front of you, looking you in the eyes, but it doesn't take long for her to turn her gaze downward lingering on the marks on your neck, the nipples she so loves to savor and the fuzzy scratches on your stomach she has left tonight until her eyes land on your glistening core, with your swollen clit trapped between your puffy folds. It is not a matter of want anymore, you need her. 

The same desire you see in her eyes is what she sees in yours when you have her on her knees ready to devour you and get lost between your legs. Now the water barely covers half of her thighs giving you a delicious view of your girlfriend. Her petite frame, her tattooed arms in full display, the slightly marked muscles of her abdomen, the untattooed hand with freshly cut nails that seconds ago was bringing you to the edge and a little above her perfectly trimmed bush, the tattoo on her hip that nobody but you have witnessed. 

It doesn't matter how many times you have seen her because she always manages to take your breath away and fluster you when she stares at you with that look where love and lust blend together. 

“God... you look so good and so delicious. I love you so much” she says in such an adorable tone that you can't help but giggle. 

“I don't know how you can be cute in moments like this, I love you more” you reply grabbing her hands and pulling her closer to you. 

“I'm not cute” she whines proving that even when she is about to go down on you she can be so adorable. 

She realizes it herself before you tease her further and hides in your neck as you chuckle, but the next thing she does takes you by surprise. When she bites your neck right at your pulse point, a moan comes from your throat. 

Right away, you place her hands on your hips and pull her close, trapping her body between your thighs. Chaeyoung does the rest and gets into the right position to then slide her arms around your legs so that they are over her shoulders. Her slender fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs with possession while yours tangle in her hair tightly, giving away your desperation. 

She presses gentle kisses on your inner thighs, no matter how much she wants to taste you or how much you need to feel her mouth, those are mandatory and they melt you every time. The trail starts down near your knees and as she gets closer to your center those kisses are followed by little nibbles and kitten licks. 

“You taste like soap” she giggles. 

You don't answer her, but instinctively grab the glass that is still full of white wine and spill it on your bare leg, making her gulp. Despite the initial surprise, she reacts swiftly and catches the drops of wine before they reach the junction between your legs. You know she wouldn't let a drop of her favorite wine go to waste, especially if it means tasting it straight from your skin. For some it may be arguable, but for Chaeyoung, wine has never tasted so good to her as it does right now. 

“You're crazy” she whispers before biting you tenderly.

His mouth does not distract you from the hand that dangerously runs its thumb around your pussy making you shudder slightly in anticipation. Soon the touch of her fingers is replaced by her tongue that runs along your slit from your hole to your clit tasting your juices. As you exhale the air that has been caught in your lungs, she inhales the scent of your arousal. 

When you feel yourself getting so close to where you were just moments ago by her just lapping on your juices you know you won't be able to last much longer. She is not much farther away as you can constantly feel the vibration of her moaning against your core just from eating you out. If this goes on you are confident that she might cum just from going down on you and that is incredibly hot. She really enjoys this and you are really taking advantage of her skills, she is just so good at this. 

Chaeyoung knows what she is doing and knows your body better than you do. Tongue flat as she licks your cunt up and down, but hardening the muscle as she strokes the bundle of nerves just before wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it threatening to break the knot in your abdomen. Both of your breaths quicken and get uneven, merging in the air with moans, muffled cursing and the obscene sound of your wetness against her tongue. 

Once again the fingers join in, collecting the spit and slick mess that coats your pussy and drips down your thighs into your ass. It is hot, dirty and lewd in contrast to the softness of her features and the tranquility reflected in her face with her eyes shut as she plays with your juices and intoxicates herself in your scent. The same scent that is now coating the fingers that playfully feel your entrance making a beg to slip in between the moans.

“I need you inside” you plead softly. 

Seconds later she shoves two fingers inside while her mouth focuses on your clit, drawing shapes with her tongue getting hungrier and faster, matching the speed of her fingers as they fill you up and take you closer to the edge. 

Her name is heard coming out of your lips louder and louder, each one of them is followed by a soft echo that screams her name with you again. 

“Chaeyoung…”.

“Right there!”.

“So good”.

 “Don’t stop”.

At your prayers she can only give you what you ask for by making your body go back and forth between the quivering of your limbs and the tightness of your muscles as your back arches in pleasure and your legs lock around her head. As her movements speed up and her fingers reach new spots when they arch inside you, the tension is what takes over your body as you chase your high. 

Your hand pulls her hair burying her face in your cunt while the other finds a place squeezing your breast, trusting that Chaeyoung is there to get you. Feeling your body come over the edge your hips begin to move erratically, to her it doesn't go unnoticed and she says the words that she knows will lead you to where you need to be. Pulling her mouth just inches away from your center she whispers against your sensitive skin as she looks into your eyes that fight to stay open. 

“You’re taking me so well, cum for me now baby”. 

That couple of words followed by her fingers hitting that soft spot inside you as her lips catch your clit is the last thing you needed for the wave of pleasure to wash over your body, finally releasing the tension stuck in your lower abdomen and shutting down your senses for a brief moment. All you feel is the release as your vision fades to black and the sounds around you become a blur. 

Before you can regain consciousness you notice the last few licks as she cleans you up and keeps her fingers inside you so you can ride out the earth shattering orgasm you have just had. She carefully laps up every last drop of cum being careful not to overstimulate you, but even that doesn't stop your legs from shaking before the tension in your limbs dissipates completely. 

You are still panting when you hear her giggling and look down, encountering an image that you can only hope will be burned into your memory. 

You can safely say it is the most erotic thing you have ever laid eyes on in your entire life. Still between your legs you see her face framed by her messy black hair, bringing out even more of the blush on her cheeks that complements her fleshy pink lips coated in your slick as she is grinning. She has the same dark hooded eyes she has when she is starting to get drunk, perhaps she's actually drunk on you.

[tearfallpixie]

Soulmate Necklace - Chapter 1: Finding You

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I was sitting in the drab doctor’s office waiting for the nurse to return with my necklace, the dread rising in my bones. The government had issued a statement that they had completed research on a soulmate project and made the decision that everyone was to report to their local doctors office to get assigned their necklace. No exceptions. The necklaces were supposed to be a perfect match of your soulmates and when you saw them it made it easier to identify. This was some fucked up way to combat underpopulation or some shit and was met with a lot of push back.

“Here we go, Miss Scarlet. Your blood work came back and the necklace took a bit to process but we have it.” She held up a chain with a single silver skeleton key on it. It had a heart for the hole on the top and hung on a simple silver chain. The necklaces were also designed so that it was impossible for you to remove so there was no visible clasp. “I just need to place it on and you are good to go.” I nodded and turned my back to her as she hooked it around my neck. “You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?”

“No. I just think this whole process is fucked up.” I mumbled.

“I’m sorry sweetie. I think it is too. I’m lucky that I was married before it got put into place.” That was the downside to this. If you were already married prior to the law being put in place you didn’t have to get a necklace however there was no exception for the people in relationships or the lgbt community. Even if you were engaged to the opposite sex you, you had to fight your reasoning for staying together. “I’m done. You are good to go.” I nodded my thanks and jumped off the counter before walking out. I made my way home to where my roommate, Elara, was sniffling on the couch.

“Hey, what's wrong?” I murmured, pulling her into my arms, my previous woes disappearing to the back of my brain.

“H-he broke up with me.” She sobbed. Her boyfriend Zach had been a total tool so I wasn’t upset by it but I held her close and hugged her tightly. “H-his soulmate is that bitch, Makenzie.”

“I’m so sorry sweetie.” I whispered. “She’s the one he cheated on you with isn't she?” She nodded weakly.

“W-we were supposed to go see Motionless in White tonight and now I’m stuck with this extra ticket.” She grumbled, chucking her phone across the room.

“I can go with you. They are your favorite band so I don’t want you to miss them because of some asshole.” I offered and her eyes lit up.

“You would do that?” She exclaimed, sitting up. I nodded and felt myself being pulled into a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She rambled.

“Of course. Let's get ready. That concert is worth fighting for the barrier.”

“We need to be on Ricky’s side. I love him. Though I am a Vinny girl through and through.” She gushed, fiddling with her necklace. It was two triangles pointed at each other with a line through the bottom one, so it looked like an hourglass.

“Vinny is the drummer right?” I asked.

“Yes! Ok, so, we need you to get caught up.” She pulled out her phone and started showing me all the pictures she had on her phone of the band. The one she said was Ricky caught my attention and I couldn’t deny that he was hot as sin.

About an hour later we were dressed and ready to go to the concert. It was about 1pm so we would arrive at the venue at about 2:30. Not many people were there when we pulled up which was nice and we ended up getting a spot at the front of the line. We had brought snacks and games to entertain us for the afternoon and soon we had an entire group of girls playing cards with us.

“When we get inside lets get our spot first and then we can go get drinks or anything that we want.” I agreed and brushed myself off as the security opened the door. We got in relatively quickly and managed to weasel our way to the barrier on Ricky’s side of the stage. “God I can't believe we will be right next to him.” Elara squealed. Watching her gush over the concert actually made me start getting excited. “Ok, I’m going to go get drinks. I’ll grab you one, just hold our spot and I’ll be back.” She was gone for about 30 minutes and when she returned she had brought us both a can of beer. “Here we are!”

“Thank you! I’m actually excited to see them perform. You hooked me.” I giggled.

“Only took two years.” She teased me. The first band came out and we watched as they sang through their set list and danced around the stage. They weren’t exactly our type of music but we did enjoy the show they put on. There was another 30 minute break as they tore down and set up Motionless in White's stage. Vinny, the drummer, was the first to come on stage and the crowd went wild,  Elara letting out a noise between a scream and a sob when he looked our way.

“You are pathetic.” I nudged her playfully. Justin and Ryan were next causing another round of screaming from the crowd.  Ricky was next one onstage and the moment I saw him my breath caught in my throat. He was more beautiful in person and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was messing with his guitar but the moment he got far enough on stage it was as if he noticed something. His eyes snapped up and scanned the crowd until they landed on me. He stared at me for a moment until I noticed it wasn’t me he was staring at, it was my necklace. I cocked my head and he quickly looked away with a frown.

“What was that about?” Elara asked.

“I don’t know.” I whispered, still staring at the retreating guitarist. Finally Chirs came on stage and waved to the crowd as he started singing Meltdown. We ignored the strangeness of the guitarist and danced the songs away. They sang through 7 songs before Chris spoke.

“Man you guys are insane tonight. How are you guys?” There was a resounding scream from the crowd making the singer grin. “Well are you guys ready to hear the heaviest fucking song we’ve ever written?” After letting the audience calm down once more he started the Intro to Slaughterhouse. Ricky stepped up on his platform right in front of me and started his signature headbanging that I had noticed that he always did. What caught my eye though was that his necklace that he was wearing slipped free and as he stood up I noticed the shape of a very familiar key.

“Scar, is that your-“ I nodded wordlessly. Ricky glanced over and saw my shocked face, immediately looking down and glaring at his chest. He quickly put his key back under his shirt and tossed me his pick before moving away. I glanced at the pick before slipping it in my pocket and turning back to the stage. “What are you going to do?” Elara asked.

“I don’t know.” The rest of the concert was a blur and I barely registered it. The last song came on and it was Scoring the End of the World. I had listened to that one a few times so I knew that Ricky had a part at the end that he sang butI felt like my emotions were so out of control at that moment and I wanted to cry. I almost begged Elara to leave but they started tossing pics and drumsticks to the crowd as they said their goodbyes. Vinny came over to our side of the stage and tossed a stick out that Elara caught. Vinny grinned and waved until his eyes trailed down. His eyes immediately went wide and he knelt down to whisper something to the security guard before pointing to Elara. The security guard nodded and motioned for her to come past the barrier. I followed her due to her death grip on my wrist and we were both led back to the green room.

“Holy shit. Does this mean what I think it means?” My best friend exclaimed. I pulled her over to the couch and we sat down to wait for the boys to get back. 

“I don’t know. I just really don’t want to see Ricky right now.” I muttered. He made it obvious that he disliked me so I didn't want him to say it to my face.

“Why? He’s your soulmate!”

“Yeah, who doesn’t fucking want me.” I huffed. It was a few minutes later that they walked in and Vinny made a bee line for Elara. Ricky looked over and glared at me before coming over and getting into my face.

“Look, We may be soulmates but I don’t give a fuck. Ok? This whole thing is stupid and I don’t need some fucking science shit to tell me who I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.” My jaw hung loose in shock and I didn’t know how to respond.

“Woah, Rick. Calm down.” Ryan pulled him back away from me and kept a grip on his arm.

“You know what Olson? I don’t fucking want you either. I’m just sorry I got stuck with you as a fucking soulmate.” I spat. I stormed out of the room but the singer Chris followed me.

“Hey, hey.” He grabbed my arm and turned me around. “Please don’t leave.”

“Why? He obviously doesn’t want me.” I snapped.

“Because I don’t need my guitarist ending up in jail because he ignored a government mandate. And I don’t think you want that either.” I went limp and dropped my head. That was the stupidest part of this soulmate necklace rule was that if you refused to be with your soulmate then you get thrown in jail until you agreed to go through with it. “Look, Ricky is a stubborn knucklehead sometimes that gets too into his projects and ignores the world. But once you get to know him, he is the most loyal, caring and kind friend that you could ever ask for. He’ll come around but you can’t leave.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” I asked, glancing up at the purple haired singer.

“Tour with us. You’ll be in his vicinity, and he’ll have to at least get used to you. It’s not perfect but it's enough to make the feds think you are together. People saw you; they saw your necklace. You two just have to pretend for the cameras and behind the scenes you two can hate each other all you want.”

“I can't just up and leave my photography job.” I huffed.

“We’ll hire you as the personal Motionless photographer. It's something you have in common already.” I glanced up at the singer and sighed with a nod. “Thank you.”

[nikaglazr]

The Party - Nika Muhl

Synopsis: Nika and Y/N had been rivals since Freshman season. Nika being the defensive presence of UConn, while Y/N was the same for Virginia Tech. Now, in their junior seasons, both face off in the final four. But the night before the game, the two teams find themselves in the same club.

“You always come to the parties, to pluck the feathers off all the birds.”

PART 1 !!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/nikaglazr/750590525468491776/the-after-party-nika-muhl

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Y/N’s POV

The flight to Cleveland was uneventful. Most of the team slept and the ones who didn’t just sat in silence. Not me and Georgia though

“You pumped for this game, eh?” The shorter Australian girl says as she pushes my shoulder lightly.

“Super. Feeling even better now that we’re going up against UConn.” I respond, smirking a bit.

“Speak for yourself, I have to guard Paige! She’s like 6 foot!”

I laugh at the girls comment before checking the time. 5:30 pm. I look back up at the girl before saying,

“We should go out tonight, like you, me, and whatever girls decide to tag along.” I tell her. I shift in my seat to adjust my seatbelt before turning back to her.

She laughs before responding. “That’s actually a great idea. I’m sure Eliza and Gabby would say yes.” She smiles.

I nod at that as we both go back to our previous activities, talking momentarily every now and then.

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*Time Skip: At hotel*

When we get to the hotel, me and Georgia immediately decide to room together. After getting out the elevator, and Georgia struggling to unlock the door, we finally get in our room. I instantly drop my bags on one of the beds, my body going with it.

“Want me to text the gc to see if they want to go?” I ask pulling out my phone.

“Yeah, we should go to that Bird of Paradise place, they have hella cool lights” Georgia voice echos from the bathroom.

I pull up the gc and type out a quick messege.

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Hokie Hoochies 🐱🖤

Y/N: Yall wanna hit up birds of paradise at like 9 w me and Geo❓❓

Kit Kat: oohhhh yes 👍👍

Tilda: I got a assignment i cant 😔

Lanna: OUU YUHH 🗣️

Sam Suff: Trust I WILL be there 🙏🙏

Gabber: Yessss I need it

Carys: Can’t im T’s partner on the assignment

Mack: I cant im so so jetlagged

Y/N: Alr alr bet we loadin in this rental coach bought be ready by 8:30

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I turn my phone off and yell at Georgia about what the girls said.

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*Time Skip: 8:00 pm*

Me and Georgia decide to start getting ready since we have to go pick up the car. I decide to put on i black fitting leather long sleeve with dark green cargos, finishing off with black chunky sneakers and light makeup (or wtv you want).

After Georgia finishes getting ready we head out to the rental car in the hotel parking lot. In a few minutes all the other girls arrive and we all pack into the car, Georgia driving.

“I got aux!” Samyha yells, earning laughs from the other girls.

The ride there was hype. We were all getting ourselves ready for tonight. It was probably for the best that Sam got control of the music, she has really good taste. As we pull up we all hop out the car and head to the door.

“Slim thick, caramel skin, 5 5 this bitch a ten!” Alanna sings as we get in.

“Hair done bills paid catch me slidin inna benz!” Samyha finishes as we make our way to the bar.

We all order various drinks before I decide to get a private bench.

We all sit down and talk for a bit as we take in the environment. After a few minutes some of the girls like Gabby and Elizabeth were out on the floor. The remaining five of us were just chilling and laughing until I hear a familiar voice. Nika fucking Muhl.

Suddenly a group girls come around the corner, my head turns to look at them. Identifying them as Paige Bueckers, Aubrey Griffin, Azzi Fudd, Ines Bettencourt, Ice Brady, and Nika Muhl. I sigh heavily before getting Georgia’s attention.

“Geo, guys, look who decided to show up.” I point the group of girls across the rather crowded club.

“You got to be fucking kidding me” Georgia says, her accent standing out over the loud music.

The girls grunt as we decide to let it go, hoping they didn’t wander over here.

Everything was fine until we heard Elizabeth and Gabby call out to us as she was over with the very set of girl we didn’t want to see.

Some of the girls put on believable smiles while I just sit monotone as they close in on the table.

“Look who I found!” Elizabeth says happy, you can tell she’s at least a bit tipsy.

“We decided that we would be nice and they could share the booth with us.” Gabby finishes the slightly intoxicated girls thoughts.

“If that’s okay with you guys, we can totally get one if it’s not.” Paige buts in.

My distaste must have been obvious as my least favorite person to see points it out.

“Well it’s obviously not, Right Y/LN?” She says with a attitude, her Croatian accent showing boldly throughout each word.

She’s already pissing me of but I keep my composure and mask my hatred, “no no, it’s perfectly fine. Go ahead” I say dismissively.

A few of the girls went to hang out on the floor with Eliza and Gabby, leaving only me, Georgia, Nika, Paige, and Samyha at the booth.

Nika has been giving me looks all night and if there wasn’t so many people around than I would confront her about it, but for the time being I just stay silent and look down at my drink.

Georgia clears her throat before speaking.

“So are you two hyped for tomorrow?” She asks, looking between Paige and Nika.

“Definitely, it’ll be fun.” Paige says comfortably as Nika just nods.

“Where are ya’ll staying?” Sam asks, looking at Paige since she is the more responsive out of the two.

“The- uhhh- Ritz Carlton I think? Yeah that one.” The blonde answers.

As my eyes travel up to find Paige, they meet a glaring Nika. I roll my eyes at her before getting up and heading back to the bar. After I get my drink I turn around only to see Nika coming up beside me.

She orders a drink before looking at me.

“I know you don’t want us there.” She says, taking a big drink of her cocktail.

“Is it that obvious princess?” I say with faux shock.

She just gives me the same glare from earlier.

“We’re gonna win you know?” She says bluntly.

That comment makes my blood boil as I meet her eyes.

“Yeah we’ll see. I might get coach to put Georgia on you so I can get Paige, since- you know- you don’t do to much offensively.”

“Whatever. We’ll let all this talk settle after tomorrow.” She says sighing angrily.

“Aw, sorry princess, didn’t know not being a good scorer got to you so much.” I pout teasingly at her.

The Croatian looks mad but she plays it off alright. After a few minutes of silence and drinking, you can tell she’s a bit intoxicated.

I suddenly feel a tug on my hand, I look and it’s Nika leading me out to the middle of the club. I give the girl a confused look but I end up following her anyway.

Once we get far enough she turns around and looks at me, but it’s not an angry look, it’s a lot more welcoming than that.

“We should dance.” She slurred slightly, her Croatian accent hanging off every word.

“I thought you hated me princess?” I ask playfully.

To be honest, Nika was never the ugliest person. Dare I say she was easy on the eyes. The only reason we didn’t get along was because during our freshman year, when we first played each other, she assumed I didn’t know Croatian. Which led to her saying some things she thought I couldn’t understand. Ever since the trash talk had reached an all-time high.

As I snap back to the scene in front of me, I see Nika taking off her coat.

“You’re a lot cuter off the court.” The girl replies simply, grabbing my hands and swaying gently.

Deciding to entertain the girls actions, I slowly sway with her. I decide to keep at least a little distance just to be respectful.

After a moment she steps closer and before I can react she just hugs me, hands going around my waist.

My breath hitches momentarily as the girl continues to sway back and forth to the music. I decide that her behavior will wear off as I slowly sway with her. I’ll take her to the rest of her team later.

After minutes and a few more songs, I decide that it’s time to head back to the booth. My hand goes to her lower back as I lead her through the buzzing crowd.

When we near the table I make eye contact with Paige. She seems to alert the other girls of our upcoming presence as they all look our way.

“I was wondering where you guys were.” Paige chuckles a bit as I help Nika sit down.

“She’s a little drunk so I brought her back.” I respond looking at the brunette beside me.

I look around the room to see a few UConn girls still dancing. They don’t look like their ready to leave, but Nika needs to get home.

“Hey Paige, if you guys wanna stay here I can run Nika to yalls hotel.” I offer, voice straining over the music.

“That would be great, i’ll give you the key. You know where it’s at right?” She asks while trying to pull, what I assume to be the key, out of her pocket.

I just nod before looking towards Georgia.

“I’ll be back with the rental, love ya.” I say quickly before grabbing the key off the table and helping the drunk girl up.

As we get out to the car I start to hear slurred mumbles from behind me. I smile a little, realizing what happened tonight. That was the first non-hostile encounter i’ve ever had with Nika.

When we get to the car I open to door for her and she stumbles into the car silently. I walk around to the drivers side before getting in and starting the car. I turn on my gps to their hotel and start driving.

After a few minutes of driving, Nika starts talking- well more like mumbling to me.

“Thank you baby.” She says looking at me.

I know shes drunk but god is she hot right now. I look over to her quickly before looking back at the road.

“Course.” I respond simply, a light pink hue coating my cheeks.

Unfortunately, she seems to notice as she shamelessly points it out.

“Don’t be nervous baby, it’s just us.” The Croatian slurs, touching my unoccupied arm.

“Nika sto-“ I barely get out.

“We all know you want me. You want my body don’t you?” She teases. “I bet when you heard me cuss you in Croatian that one time you only got mad because you were turned on, right baby?”

At this point my brain is foggy, whether it’s from the alcohol or the girls bold teases. Probably both.

“You’re drunk and delusional.” I respond surely.

Nika giggles quietly before turning back to the window.

“You so were.” She giggles again.

I decide to ignore her as we pull up to her hotel. I get out first, walking to the other side to help her out.

Once we get in the hotel she immediately runs toward the elevator, pushing the up button multiple times.

The ride in the elevator was boring, thank god. As the door opens, Nika leads me straight to her room. I open the door and she goes straight to her bed.

“This is me.” She giggles, kicking her shoes off.

I laugh quietly before walking up to the now laying down Nika.

“Bye pretty girl.” I whisper as I kiss her forehead softly and quickly.

She only hums in response. I make my way over to the door, but not without taking one last glance to the, now, half asleep girl.

After getting back to the club I see all the girls waiting by the other team’s car. When they see me they all seem to run in at once. As everyone I came here with gets in I see Paige walking up to me.

“Thank for taking Nika back. You’re not as bad as you are on the court, y’know.” She says standing outside my car window.

“No problem. And you’re pretty cool too Paige.” I respond before driving off.

After getting to the hotel, we all part into our respected rooms.

Georgia, around as sober as me, helps a few of the girls into their rooms before coming back to ours.

We both make eye contact as we get ready for bed.

“Good game tomorrow Geo.” I say getting settled in.

“Good game Y/NN.” She mumbles back as she gets in her bed.

I think about the events of tonight. I can’t let Nika’s comments distract me tomorrow. Im sure she won’t even remember it by then. After a few minutes of thinking in the dark, I feel sleep overcome my senses.

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THATS THE END OF PART ONE !!

I yapped a bit but I hope yall like 😝😝

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[hyperiondickrider]

Arena Angel

(Chapter 1)

Hisoka x reader; Chrollo x reader; Illumi x reader (might start off relatively slowburn as I build the story)

Y/N used to work as an unofficial healer at the Heaven’s Arena, but was recently demoted and can no longer perform her side gig. Chaos ensues when her fav lil menace returns from an absence. (Adultrio x reader)

Bzzt… bzzt… bzzt

With what most would deem unnecessary violence, you smacked your alarm clock with all the rage one can muster at 5:00am.

“W-what time is it?”

Sleepy mumbles cascaded from your lips, as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, trying to shake the sleep from them. Forcing yourself upright, you at once your bed for a moment, contemplating your options.

You could get up now, or be late for work.

“God, I hate this fucking job.”

I mean, working at the notorious Heaven’s Arena wasn’t all bad - the pay was good, you worked with friends, and there were plenty of hot men to stare at (if you could ignore their psychotic personalities), but the early mornings really did suck.

“I swear to god, as soon as I can afford it I’m quitting this god forsaken job.”

Despite your grievances, you still found the motivation to drag a comb through your hair, throw on some makeup to hide the visible bags under your eyes, and don your rather eccentric (but kinda cunty?) uniform.

Admiring yourself in the mirror, you picked at the uniform with a slight frown.

“Holy shit, am I sexy in this uniform.”

With a sudden surge of energy, you slapped your cheeks for courage and headed off to work.

~

“Hmm, coffee really does make everything better!” With eyes extremely alert and a beaming smile, you skipped over to your manager’s office to learn your assignment for the day.

‘Mimi! It’s been too long, baby!”

“Y/N, you literally saw me 8 hours ago.” With an exasperated sigh, your manager got up from her desk to approach you.

“You’re on sign-in duty today. No complaints this time, honey.”

“Awh, but Mimi, it’s so fucking boringggg!” You shook her arm gently, whining at your assignment for the day.

Sign-in duty sucked. You had to act all happy and shit to meet these wannabe fighters who likely wouldn’t even make it to the tenth floor.

“Baby, please, at least let me work the desk on 100!”

Mimi groaned at your persistence. Shaking your limbs away from her arm until you released her, she returned to her desk.

“Nothing I can do, honey. You’re gonna have to suck it up today.”

With a groan befitting an annoyed teenager, you dragged your feet and stumbled out of Mimi’s office. You grumbled under your breath as you slammed the door for effect, trying to emphasise your displeasure.

“Don’t slam my fucking door, missy!” A yell came from behind the door, as you hastily jogged away. Mimi sure knew how to ruin your day with relative ease. I mean, you loved the girl, but fuck did she give you the worst assignments.

Once again, you began whining to yourself as you made your way towards the elevator.

“There’s literally never anyone interesting to speak to there. This is why Melanie works the sign-in desk: there’s nothing going on in that fucking head of her’s. I, on the other hand, am a fucking Nen user, and I’m not ever allowed to work on the 200’s anymore.” Rambling to yourself as you stomped into the elevator, you waved your hands around for emphasis.

“I mean, I slapped a participant one time, ONE FUCKING TIME, and I get borderline demoted. Bullshit, if you ask me.” With unnecessary force you slammed the ground floor button on the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited to arrive at the bottom of the building.

A dark air seemed to gather around you, deterring watchful stares from people passing by, as you slumped down into your chair, putting on your game face.

“Ok, Y/N. You’re gonna be the best fucking greeter ever so we can have maybe fun at this job again.”

~

Maybe this was your own personal purgatory. Your face hurt from smiling, the amount of ego stroking you’ve already done is mind numbing, and it’s not even noon.

The line still extends for hundreds of meters, and with no end in sight, you accepted your fate with a grimace.

“Killuaaaa, how long is this gonna take??” You suddenly hear an impatient whine a few people down.

You mumble to yourself, “me too kid.”

“Gon, would a little patience kill you? We’re almost there.” The huffing of another young boy catches your attention.

It’s not everyday young children show up to fight he, but then again, you can’t sense any aura from them - other from the usual leaking of course.

‘Maybe I’m getting my hopes up. At least they sound interesting - they’re fucking loud though.’

With a forced smile, you greet the pair. “Hello boys! Are you here to sign up on this fine, fine morning?” The white haired kid widens his eyes slightly, taking in your form.

“That smile looks painful.” Well, this has just killed any baby fever you have ever experienced. The green haired boy clearly needs to work on his social skills.

“Yeah well, ego stroking all day’ll do that to you, kid. Can I help you?” Slightly irked, you try to stay polite, making eye contact with the white haired boy.

“Wait a minute, do I know you? You feel familiar..” you trail off, unsure if you recognise him.

“You’ve aged poorly, old hag.”

“OLD HAG? Is that you, Killua?” Wholly unimpressed, you glare at the cheeky brat. “I’m literally 20. I was 14 the last time you saw me.”

He waved his hand, acting unbothered. “Yeah, yeah, woman. Just sign us up.”

“Well what the fuck’s this kids name, huh? Finally made a friend? Who knew you were capable of socialising, mr assassin.”

The green haired boy’s eyes flitted between the two of you, confused by the witty banter. Pointing at himself, he finally spoke up.

“I’m Gon. It’s nice to meet you, desk lady!”

“Please don’t call me that. I’m Y/N, kid. Nice to meet you. Anyways, let’s get you two signed up. Hopefully I’ll get to see more of you. It’s nice to have familiar faces occasionally.” After a few moments of admin and paper work, you finally set the two boys up.

“ookay, Killua you are number #2054, and Gon is #2055. You guys can head in, and when they call your number, head to the stated arena for your first fight.” You scribble something on a piece of paper and slide it to Killua. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything. I’m working on working my way back up the corporate ladder following my last incident.”

Killua snorts at the memory. He’s still astounded you managed to take a fully grown man down with a single slap after he groped you.

“Sweet, I’ll text you if Gon needs babysitting.” Killua grabs Gon by the shoulders, steering him towards the door, despite the boys whines at the insult. You send them off with a chuckle, more determined than ever to get back to the 200’s.

After all, you rather missed your side gig.

A/N: not proofread so sorry if bad grammar lol. this is gonna be a very silly fic. I need the hxh fandom to be reborn so I am contributing fanfics.

[cosmowes]

Maximize Your Time

listen. if you’ll hear me out, i used to be such a procrastinator, it wasn’t even funny… i mean summative projects at 2am the day they’re due. doing homework while the teacher collected it. it was so bad.

now i’m done w/ assignments the week before they’re due. wanna know how? managing and maximizing my time.

walk everywhere with a purpose. everywhere. be the first to your classes, make it to your bus stop early, all of that. it makes you feel good, makes a good impression on people, and gives you more time.

work!! during!! lunch!! if you’re good at multitasking, do it! i usually read during lunch or listen to audiobooks, watch videos on topics giving me trouble, reread notes etc. it’s a good way to get in more practice.

keep all your assignment info AND assignments in one place. i have a folder for paper work and a notebook for assignment logs and stuff. so useful.

check ur work log DAILY. and keep it updated! if you’re a planner girlie that’s even better, but they never really worked for me lol.

keep a book, notebook etc on you. i have a mini notebook for jotting anything quick, and since my daily purse is pretty big i can fit that. if not, sticky notes or just your notes app will work.

find your unused time. when do you tend to do nothing? for me it’s on the bus. i’m working on using that as a time to catch up on reading or watch practice videos. i don’t mean when you’re unwinding or resting (cuz that’s doing something still), but other than that you can use all of your time.

one thing that helped me was remembering that the fun things i wanted to do would still be there after i was done working. your show is not leaving netflix because you left for 20 minutes.

but the work will be worth less if you put it off too long. it’ll be late and you’ll be penalized. or it’ll be bad because you rushed.

choose wisely. what’s expiring sooner?

images from pin - search red study aesthetic 📌

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Diamond

@jegulus-microfic March 30 Word count 992

Previous part First part

Peter cowered in the middle of the cell. James and Sirius stood in front of him, glaring down at the pitiful man. 

Evan had put a block on Peters's magic while he’d been unconscious so he couldn’t transform into his animagus form. 

Sirius twirled Peters's wand in his hand, looking eerily like Regulus. Peter didn’t stand a chance. 

They’d decided, in case anything went wrong, that it was best if only the two of them were seen by Peter. Remus was supposed to be with the werewolves. Regulus, the Rosier twins and Barty were supposed to support Voldemort. If Peter somehow wormed his way out of this, he could potentially ruin everything they had so far accomplished and put them all in danger.  

“James, please!” Peter begged from the ground. “I was scared. I didn’t know what I was doing.” James clenched his jaw. Peter was lying to him. He caught the back of Sirius’s robes to stop him from leaping on Peter. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Peter when you got me to reveal that Sirius was still alive. You took me out to lunch and wheedled it out of me, and then you went straight to your master and spilled your guts. How could you betray me? How could you betray Sirius?” He was spitting by the end of his tirade.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The Dark Lord he—he threatened my life if I didn’t do as he said.” Peter was crying now. Fat tears dripped down his face and turned the stones beneath him black.

“And Sirius would die if Voldemort decides to send someone after him because of the information you fed him.” He had to stop as his voice began to feel thick. 

“We were your brothers, Peter! We would have done anything for you! We would have died for you. You could have come to us if you were scared. But you know what? I don’t think you were sacred. I don’t think he did threaten you. I think you went to him yourself. You always were a little rat.” Sirius pounced, his hands curling into claws as he attacked the screaming Peter. 

James dragged his friend off the quivering mess on the floor. 

“Sirius, calm down. We need to find out what he knows.” James whispered harshly into Sirius’s ear. Sirius growled and spat on the floor beside Peter. 

“Then, let’s hurry up and do it, James. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from turning into Padfoot and using my teeth.” Sirius gnashed his teeth together as though Padfoot was already trying to break through. James ran a calming hand down Sirius’s back, and his friend immediately unpuffed his chest and backed away from Peter a step. 

“Come on then, Peter. What else have you told Voldemort?” James’s voice was cold. He’d never been betrayed like this before. Even Regulus had never hidden his intention to join the Death Eaters, though, with Regulus, it was because his mother had given him no other choice. Peter had had many options, and he still chose Voldemort. 

“N-n-nothing. I haven’t told him anything else.” Peter whimpered. 

“Liar,” Sirius snarled. His eyes twitched as he stared at Peter. It took James a second to realise Sirius was performing legimency on Peter. 

After a few minutes, Sirius turned away and strode out of the cell. James conjured heavy manacles and chained Peter to the wall. He found Sirius curled up in Remus’s lap. He looked up when James walked in. His eyes were dull. The usual diamond gleam and sparkle that resided there had been ripped away by whatever he’d seen inside Peter’s head. 

“He told them everything.” He croaked. “Everything we’ve ever said about our assignments, everything from the meetings.” He let out a sob. “James, he was planning to help death eaters get into your parent’s house.” James felt the blood drain from his face and Regulus’s arms wrapping around him. 

“How—how far along was his plan?” He choked out, looking back at the door he’d just come through. 

“Not very. He hadn’t even mentioned it to Voldemort yet. I think they’re safe.” Sirius still looked panicked. They were his parents as much as James’s. 

“Anything else?” James asked, not sure if he wanted to hear anymore. 

“I was right. He joined them voluntarily.” James felt any loyalty he felt for Peter slip away. That man wasn’t his friend, and he couldn’t believe he’d ever trusted him. 

“What do you want to do?” Regulus asked, holding him close. James bit back the pain. He’d deal with it later. 

“We need to give him to Moody and make sure he knows he can’t make a deal with him.” 

It took some juggling, but they eventually managed to get Peter to one of the Order safe houses, and Moody appeared moments later, wand raised. 

“What are you doing here without permission?” He barked, still not lowering his wand. 

“We caught your spy. You’re welcome.” Sirius growled at him. 

“That wasn’t the plan, Black.” They were glaring at each other. 

“Yeah, well. He was planning on killing the Potters, among other things. He went to Voldemort and asked to join them. It’s time he was caught.” Moody didn’t argue. Effie and Monty Potter were loved by all, and even the grizzled Alastor Moody didn’t want to see anything bad happen to them. 

“Fine, I’ll get the rest of the information out of him and find somewhere to keep him.” He grabbed Peter’s shoulder and began shoving him further into the house. 

“No deals, Mad-Eye.” James’s tone was a warning. Moody scrutinised James from head to toe and snorted through his nose. 

“Fine, no deals.” 

James and Sirius went to the Potters house, needing to see they were safe and hug them. James had a quick conversation with Regulus, explaining what had happened between them and Moody, and then he was in Effie’s arms. 

Final part

[tonowarii]

Tsireya request! Tsireya x reader

The reader comes back from like a deep sea hunting trip with the other metkayina warriors. The warriors drop the reader off at ronals hut to be tended to because they are wounded from hunting Akula. Ronal tells Tsireya to tend to their wounds, because she is the future Tsahik and she has to get used to the stress even when it is caused by her s/o.

some angst here and there. Fluff at the end, because I dont want the reader to die😭🙏🏽

i hope this is what you wanted, anon!!

No Promises

tsireya x gn! metkayina! reader

wc: 1.0k

warning/s: mentions of wound and blood, nervous tsireya, fluff

You had shot your arrow before you blacked out.

And once you had gained consciousness to pry your eyes open again. But your vision was blurry and your head was hung low.

It led you to see the blurry image of the sandy ground and a pair of feet on each of your side.

You felt your tired and numbing arms were wrapped around their shoulders in order to support your body as they carried you.

Maybe you were being walked towards the tsahik’s hut back in Awa’atlu by two members from your assigned hunting party. That you could only guess.

You slowly tried to lift your head up but felt a throbbing pain on the side of your head making you wince, knitting your brows in pain.

“What happened, guys?” you asked with a hoarse voice.

“Hit your head pretty hard when that akula was chasing you. But you had laid a good shot against it, pretty cool.” One of your friend, Teyeì said, patting you on the back. “We’re almost there, we’re gonna get you patched up.” He adds.

“Aaand we’re here.” He said in front of the tsahik’s marui.

Inside the marui was Ronal, the tsahik herself, and her daughter, Tsireya, the tsakarem. They w Teyeì ere in the middle of doing something when spoke.

“Tsahik, (Y/N) is wounded.” He greets, carrying you in the marui.

In a second, Tsireya’s head snaps up at the mention of your name, then her eyes trailed to your limp form being carried in. Then her eyes trailed to your head, specifically to the side, where you were bleeding as a deep cut ran down from your temple.

Tsireya shoots up, standing on her own two feet as she feels her heart drop as her breath hitched.

Ronal stands, pointing her head. “Lay them here, now.”

Teyeì follows, carefully laying you down as you winced as your vision slightly spun.

You closed your eyes as your head pounded. Tsireya had stood frozen, watching you as you were laid down and you looked to be in so much pain. The blood ran down to your cheeks from when you were standing. It was a horrific sight.

Ronal, her mother, noticed Tsireya froze. She had understood her reaction since it was Tsireya’s mate, you. To be honest, Ronal had the initial reaction too, almost decades ago, but Ronal also knew that Tsireya needed to be strong when times like these are always bound to happen.

“Reya!” Ronal called, making Tsireya flinch and look at her mother, a scared look in her eyes.

“Remember what I had told you. Times like these would happen. Now, go, show me what you have learned and do not fright. I have told you to be prepared.” Ronal said.

Tsireya looks around before immediately grabbing a cloth and grabbing a bowl of water. Ronal supported her by preparing the materials needed after assessing your wound.

Tsireya kneels beside you, with shaky hands, she soaks the cloth in water as she shakily dabs it on your temple, careful to clean the site of the wound.

You hiss, feeling a sudden touch on your wound as you tried to turn your head away, but Tsireya’s other hand stops you as her lips pursed into a thin line.

“Hold on, (Y/N). This is going to take a while but I’m here- focus- focus on my voice.” Tsireya said, she was surprised how she could speak so calmly when her hands were shaking.

As she cleaned your wound and the blood on your face and the rest of the small scratches she could find, she muttered a quick “that’s good” “we’re almost done, okay?”

After the bleeding had stopped, Ronal had prepared the ointment and handed it over to Tsireya along with a bandage.

“(Y/N)..?” Tsireya asked when you were lying down with your eyes closed and haven’t moved in a while.

She could see the rise and fall of your chest which was a good sign, but she needed to hear you. She gently then prepares to dab at your wound with the paste.

When she does indeed apply it, you let out a hiss and a loud “Shit that hurts!”

Tsireya instantly felt relieved, but she calmed you down by her free hand going over to hold your hand. “This will be quick, then we’re done okay?”

You had opened your eyes, looking at her big blue eyes filled with concern. You tried giving her a reassuring smile while she was focused on your wound.

Tsireya sensed you looking at her so she moved her gaze to you, she sighs, shaking her head as she cleans her hands to apply your bandage. Her hands became less unsteady as you gave her a smile.

“Sorry...” You muttered after a while when she finished bandaging your head and Ronal had left to give you two privacy. Tsireya stayed silent as she held your hand in hers.

“Really, I thought I told that akula to not chase me haha- agh.” You laughed but then a pain shot to your head making you squint as Tsireya looked at you in worry, slightly smacking your hand.

“Stop that, don’t joke. You could have died; didn’t you realize that?” Tsireya suddenly said.

Its when you open your eyes again that you find hers welling with tears as they now rolled down her cheeks.

You frowned, reaching for her hand and applying a soft kiss to the back of it. “I’m sorry, Tsireya.”

“My- my mother has told me before that I should be prepared... But seeing someone you love like this... It... It scares me.”

You stroked her hand softly. “She’s right, Tsireya. Every time I go out there, I think of you and coming back to you. I fight, that is expected, but I need you to also be strong for me as I am for you.” You told her.

Tsireya looks up, closes her eyes shut and nods as her sniffles sounded around the marui. Seeing your mate like this made you want to pull her in a hug but your headache refused.

“I am sure I’m going to be fine, not now, but hopefully soon. So, I ask you, are you okay?” You asked her. She looks at you, then down at her hands. “Yes...”

Squeezing her hand, it makes her look at you as you gave her a small smile.

Tsireya finally finds it in her to smile back at you, quickly leaning in to give your cheek a small peck.

“Please don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“No promises.”

[fancyfeathers]

And Then There Were None (Yandere William James Moriarty /w Author Darling Masterlist)

Thinking about William with an author darling again but after she escapes and basically challenges him to find her, quoting him when he was talking to Sherlock saying…

“Catch me if you can, Professor Moriarty.”

I feel like she has 1920 vibes even if it is set in the Victorian era, but she is based on Agatha Christie and she lived in that era. To me she develops his femme fatale personality in her boost of confidence after outsmarting the Lord of Crime, regaining her former self and then some. I’m just imagining her sitting in her hotel room in one of those Hollywood Star robes with the feathers and silk, and she is eating breakfast or having a smoke while reading a newspaper and the top story is still about the disappearance of a famous author, she has not only successfully hidden and fooled from the Lord of Crime but all England…

She has really out done herself this time.

I genuinely think after a bit of fun messing around in London, running circles around William with the help of few her author friends who are just having a blast out of this, she would put herself back to work, looking for inspiration for her next book. She probably travels off to other countries looking for inspiration and soon the books come funneling out but with no clue where the author is…

A tale about a serial killer during the Venice Carnival

A story about a murder in Moscow during the freezing Russian winter, isolating the protagonists from the outside world.

A missing person case in Mexico City during Día de los Muertos.

A book about murderous woman in the Cook County Jail using their looks to get away with murder.

A mad man in a small town north of London loosing his mind due to exposure to mercury.

A murder of a new money family during a party in New York City.

The mixture of all of these books and the author’s disappearance from the public eyes makes her all the more popular. No one has seen her since she first went mission, not even her entail disappearance not even her publisher who has only been getting telegrams, letters, and packages from her, from whatever city she is in then, Vienna, Rome, St. Petersburg, Paris, Cario, Chicago, Dublin, and so on.

Meanwhile William is reading all of her novels in his little free time, and trying to find her becomes a side dream, after all he still has his goals as the Lord of Crime and if he follows every step she takes he will never get anything done.

He hears the talk on the street about her latest novel and his students talk about how they have to read a book of hers for their literature class and ask Professor William if he is really married to this genius author who is both infamous and famous, and if he actually knows where she is. William just smiles and looks at his students…

“I think you should focus on your assignment rather than press me about the state of my wife and I, yes?”

Can he even call her his wife? He hasn’t seen her since that night at the opera.

She told him to catch her and he didn’t…

He was so confident that he could because he has before…

Maybe that is it, do what he did before.

She is sitting at a cafe in Perros-Guirec, France, enjoying a cup of tea with a friend of hers, another mystery author who she is visiting, when a newspaper is thrown on their table with the headline of a murder based on her books…

Just like those murders all those years ago that brought her to William, scaring her into giving up writing.

He is finally making his move and she gave him the material to do it.

She looks up at the stranger who handed gave her the paper, both confused and frightened, he is just an ordinary looking man, but he smiles at her as he hands her a business card.

“My boss asked for this edition to be personally delivered to you. He would like to meet with you if you have the time, that is.”

“W-wha?”

She watches as the man walks off, leaving her and her friend alone. How did anyone find her? Not even William has even found her yet. She looks over the business card, turning it over to look at the back and she nearly screams in horror at what was written on it, but manages to keep it in as she is in public. She drops the card and her friend picks it up and reads it over and his eyes widen as well and he looks up at her as she just sits there in shock for a long moment before…

“I need to go back to London…”

A few days later, William is sitting in the drawing room of the Moriarty Estate, reading the paper himself, when Louis walks in with a letter, giving it to William saying this came for him. He reads it and it simply tells him to meet the sender at the last place they saw each other, it is not signed but it doesn’t have to be…

He recognizes the hand writing, it’s his darling’s.

He goes off to the opera house and to the opera box he met her at last time and she is there, sitting there alone, clutching that business card in hand.

“Dearest-“

“William, you are a crime consultant… I would like to hire your services.”

Her voice sounds terrified, a first for her in a long time. She hands him the business card to read and he sees the back first and he is immediately filled with rage…

It would be a shame if those murders were placed on you, it would certainly gather attention.

He looks up at her and she just looks terrified, angry, sad, and so much that it’s almost overwhelming for her mind to handle.

“You are being blackmailed, yes?”

“Correct, he wants to hire my writing services, but of course they are not for sale so hire is a bit of a lie, demanding my cooperation would be a better word...”

He flips the card over to see the other side with the name as she continues…

“…Charles Augustus Milverton, practically controls the news media, if he has me in his hand he would have control over all forms of media publishing… I know what this will cost me, and honestly you have nothing to loose and have everything to gain with having me again and I promise not to disappear again if you deal with him.”

“Presumably you want him dead?”

“Preferably.”

“Do any of your author friends know about this?”

“Yes, they all know about the blackmail, some of them have been blackmailed themselves by him but not to this extent… I… I am doing this for them, I do not want them to be silenced with their writing or their words… but I will not come back to you until this is done.”

“Then consider it done, my dear.”

He bends down to kiss her cheek before leaving the box and she sits there in silence again for a few minutes before the door to the box opens again and another man comes to sit down next to her.

“You are a truly remarkable actress, you performed your role perfectly, I do hope our partnership can continue on to deal with this Lord of Crime.”

A smile comes across her face as she looks up at the man next to her.

“Of course, after all the enemy of my enemy is my friend, Mr. Milverton.”

She is no fool, she knows William did not buy her act and was merely playing along, he knows she has no intention of going back to him, but where is the fun in ending the game early?

And why would she call him on his bluff and end the chase she has been winning?

Sometimes the cat lets the mouse run to enjoy the chase that much more.

[fandoms-in-law]

Restored Places

Summary: When Adam put the world back to rights he did a bit more for the bookshop and Bentley. When Heaven and Hell decide Crowley and Aziraphale can't keep them what Adam did comes to light. Cause Heaven and Hell won't get to take that pair from their bookshop and car.

Author's note: I have no clue if this is crack or what actually defines crack fic, but this definitely wasn't a serious fic at all and I am just having all the fun with it.

My idea for today: The bookshop and Bentley being places that can't be properly taken from of have Aziraphale or crowley blocked from because Adam restored these places for them specifically

/\/\

Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t notice it immediately, in fact they weren’t even the first ones to notice just how much power and connection Adam had put in when restoring their little parts of the world.

Crowley would claim later on that of course they would have done if they’d been safe going home as themselves, something would have told them in that moment. He’d be wrong and only admit to that when pointing out no angel or demon could recognise what was occurring when accused of doing it themselves.

Roughly a month after heaven and hell tried to kill Aziraphale and Crowley respectively they were each summoned again, invited in terms that clearly said they’d be kidnapped again if failing to attend.

The meetings were short and soon enough they were meeting at the duck pond from a quick call.

“Your car’s gone.” Aziraphale observed as Crowley came over, getting a nod.

Crowley glanced around, “And you’re no longer in your bookshop.” He agreed, sitting beside him as if the boxes of books weren’t going to need a continual miracle to maintain them outside for a while.

“Apparently it’s not allowed.” came the response. They didn’t talk more, watching the ducks together, silently assured they wouldn’t be alone now their primary shelter’s had been taken. Crowley wondered if he should be more annoyed about the flat than his car but decided holding a grudge over his Bentley was most important.

/\/\

Gabriel had only just assigned a new angel to watch over Earth, only finished telling Aziraphale an hour ago that “Get out of the bookshop. It’s Heaven’s embassy so you can’t stay there when not working for us.”

Now the angel he’d given the task to had appeared back in front of him. “Sorry Gabriel, but I can’t get into the bookshop.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded, already heading to the list to earth.

“Well I started getting it set up and had a few customers but as soon as I tried to complete a sale, the books were back on shelves, and I along with the customers were outside locked doors I can’t get to open again.” They explained hurrying along behind him.

Gabriel stared, face not quite shifting enough to frown, “Whatever Aziraphale’s done will be undone.”

/\/\

Hastur had taken the Bentley. He’d kicked Crowley out of the car with a sneer, “This was brought with Hell’s funds. You aren’t keeping it.”

He knew he probably wasn’t either and frankly didn’t want to have to spend more time on Earth as whoever replaced Crowley would need to.

He didn’t expect the car to throw him out as if it was suddenly alive, or drive off without anyone in it.

/\/\

“I come to see London and you’re in the wrong place.” Adam’s commanding voice called over to them.

Mr Young was hurrying after him saying something about there being other bookshops in London and asking how his kid knew where the owner was. “I need to learn about Chernobyl. You have books on that, right?” Adam asked, ignoring his Dad.

Aziraphale turned to look through his boxes, but blinked at the child having one of them in his arms. “Come on. This should be done in the bookshop.”

“You aren’t robbing this gentleman.” Mr Young caught up enough to call.

“I’m not Dad. We’re helping take these boxes over to their car. You do say I should do good deeds, right?” Adam soothed, ignoring that neither Aziraphale or Crowley had actually said anything to him yet.

Crowley was grinning between the former antichrist and the car that they could see pulling up to the pavement. “You boy should never be grounded ever again. He’s brilliant trouble.”

“Not sure how trouble can be a good thing but I’ll take that as advice from someone who’s clearly not a parent.” Mr Young grumbled, picking up one of the boxes. “Why’d you bring all your boxes over here anyway?”

Aziraphale sheepishly chuckled. “There was a miscommunication. What bookshop was your son trying to visit?”He asked, knowing it would seem odd for him to focus on Adam when his parent’s there. “I run one myself so might be able to help.”

“Of course you can. It’s your shop.” Adam stated, already having deposited the box he’d taken in the Bentley. “I know you’ve got something on nuclear power and I’m combining my history and science projects to learn about Chernobyl. You can help, right? I know books have been sold today.”

He offered a tight smile to the boy. “Let’s see what’s there once we’re back at the shop.”

As soon as they’d driven off in the Bentley Crowley burst out laughing, “That kid. That absurd, wonderful kid.”

“He better not expect me to actually sell him a book, no matter how helpful this is.” Aziraphale muttered, but had a smile on his face.

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Shax had thought that being in charge of spreading corruption on Earth would involve more temptations and suggesting evil deeds to people and far far less trying to locate a car.

Most of the times Hell contacted her began in a similar vein:

“And you say the car’s gone?” Whichever demon contacting her asked.

Shax would check from the flat’s window. “It just drove off so Crowley has it.”

“Bastard.”

She didn’t understand just what was so special about the car for Crowley to keep stealing it or Hell to keep trying to take it back. It was just a car.

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Crowley lounged on the cliff side near Wick, half watching Aziraphale attempt to be interested in the wildlife rather than the road they could just see. “You’d think they’d realise this won’t work by now.” He remarked, “No car or plants Six hundred miles from your bookshop and it’s still isn’t successful.

“It’s good for us that they don’t.” Aziraphale stated, before gesturing to the horizon, “Looks like our lift home is here.”

“Are you wondering how Adam accomplished this as much as I am?” Crowley asked, stretching as he stood. If he hadn’t been sure the Bentley would be fast to reach them he’d have curled on the cliffs as a serpent.

Aziraphale nodded, “Indubitably but I doubt we’ll get any answers over it.”

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Gabriel had grown bored of being told their attempts to replace Aziraphale had ended up with the bookshop kicking them out. “Uriel, go down with them and sort out this problem.” He ordered the fifth time he was told of it happening.

“We’ve tried that twice now. Whatever Aziraphale’s done has made the shop refuse any other occupant.” Uriel stated, making no move to follow the order.

“Then find him and make him tell us what he’s done.”

/\/\

If it wasn’t always against them then Crowley would be impressed at how easily they seemed to get Heaven and Hell working together, as it was, “Hi, welcome to Earth, are you having a pleasant visit?”

“We’re in disguise.” Uriel stated.

Beelzebub and Shax laughed, “As aliens? What makes you think that doesn’t stand out.”

“You all stand out in alien costumes or not. Why are you here?” Crowley asked, seeing Aziraphale finally put down the book he’d been reading. Once more they’d been dropped off in a random town at least 100 miles from London to try and separate them from the Bentley and bookshop but this time two angels and two demons remained.

“How are you getting the Bentley back? Why’z he still got the Bookshop?” Beelzebub asked.

Crowley lounged back against the bench. “Wasn’t us. Never devised it or do anything to cause it.” He dismissed, realising they wouldn’t ask anything interesting.

“There are human theories of items having a preference as to their owner. Perhaps they’re more truthful than I previously believed.” Aziraphale offered.

“Lies.” Uriel stated. “We know you did something.”

Crowley huffed, sitting up, “Nah. You know something was done. If it was any kind of miracle you’d know that, but you don’t.”

Shax moved as if to attack him, stopped by Beelzebub holding a hand up. “Maybe we should just destroy the car then.”

“You tried that already, last week. My neighbours were very concerned over the blast.” Aziraphale chided.

“And it’z ztill driving up the road towards us.” Beelzebub pointed. “What did you do?”

The pair shared a glance, “Not a clue, but it was Adam, not us, if anything was done.”

“The antichrist? What do you mean it was him?” Uriel asked, eyes narrowed.

Aziraphale turned to stand near the edge of the road. “In trying to stop the apocalypse my bookshop was burned down and Crowley’s car caught on fire. Adam restored them when he undid everything and since then you haven’t been able to prevent us from having them. It’s simple to reason that in the restoration he did something to make that so, but I couldn’t say what.”

Uriel looked to the angel Aziraphale hadn’t heard the name of, before nodding. “Then, we suppose, that you can be permitted to remain in the bookshop but it’s status as an embassy of heaven will be revoked”

“Guess we’ve not got the resources to keep taking the car from you. Shax had better start spreading evil and temptations instead.” Beelzebub decided.

“Bye then.” Crowley agreed, getting in the car before anything more could be said, Aziraphale already in it now it’d pulled up.

They drove in silence for a while, Aziraphale not even making a comment on the speed they were going.

“Let’s enjoy the peace now.”

/\/\

A week had gone since Aziraphale left to try and change heaven. Crowley had left Whickber Street only once when the annoyance at what had happened got too much.

Muriel hadn’t opened the shop except between midnight and 1am each night.

It was now midday and Crowley invited himself in readily, knowing that sooner or later he’d find his friend there.

“Oh I – Metatron said not to let you in.” Muriel said, hurrying over and gesturing back to the door.

Crowley almost cooed as he replied, “He says a lot of shit. Let’s see if the shop agrees with him.” The shop had never really shown a way to react to them, beyond apparently kicking people out but he’d never witnessed that, but here the rug tugged itself and him further into the shop, towards the chairs.

Muriel had begun speaking as this happened, “The shop can’t – Oh, so I can let you in?” She asked, blinking at the action.

“You’d have a job keeping me out. Need a few pointers keeping this place ready for Aziraphale to come back?” He offered, knowing she was basically just a pawn in the game being played.

“Yes please.” She easily agreed, only frowning a moment later. “He’s coming back?”

Crowley pointed out of the window. “That car follows the pair of us around since the last apocalypse that wasn’t. It got blew up last week and within an hour it had reformed. Aziraphale will be back.” He confirmed.

They’d never really tested to see if whatever Adam had done would impact themselves but the fact it still worked reassured Crowley that his friend would be back in the bookshop soon enough.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Come Back - Percy Weasley

Anonymous asked: okay, so i've read your percy weasley fic and you made me fall in love with him and there aren't a lot of fics for him so could i have one with the ‘there's only one bed’ trope and “what are you doing? come back to bed.” where percy and reader have to share a bed, maybe they end up together, please? thanks a lot

Prompt List

Warnings: nothing other than them staying in a creepy hotel

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Come Back

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, Weasley. It’s your fault we got lost!”

“How is it my fault!?”

“I told you we should have asked for directions! Now we’re in the middle of nowhere in this extremely spooky hotel until tomorrow!”

“It’s not spooky-” Percy started saying before you heard thunder roar through the hallway as you made your way to the last room available in this ungodly place. It gave you the creeps. “That was an unfortunate coincidence, nothing more” he tried to assure you.

You didn’t understand why you had been assigned with Percy Weasley for this trip. He was supposed to be undertaking this project for Kingsley and you had to cover it and report it for your job on the Daily Prophet. But somehow, you got lost and it was the middle of the night and you were in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a storm. So, it would have to wait until morning.

“Okay, I think this is it” you mumbled, reaching the door of your room and quickly opening it.

“Oh, you have to be bloody kidding me!” Percy complained, walking in.

“What?”

“What? There’s only one bed!”

“So? Don’t be so dramatic, Weasley, it’s just for one night” you chuckled. “Fine, if it bothers you that much, I can stay on the floor-”

“W-what? No, I’ll stay on the floor” he argued.

You knew you weren’t Percy’s favorite person. Even when you were in school. But you had no idea he actually hated you so much as to not be able to share a bed with you for one night.

“Fine, suit yourself” you muttered.

“Would you like to use the shower first?”

“Sure” you sighed, walking over to the bathroom. You were both drenched because of the storm and you couldn’t wait to get into some dry clothes. After you showered and changed you came back out and looked through your bag. “Shit” you muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Percy asked, stopping his way to the bathroom.

“Nothing, I just… forgot to bring another sweater” you explained, stroking your arms with your hands. “Do you think the heater works?”

“Well, for the looks of it, it seems it’s already on so… I’m gonna say no” he informed you.

“Perfect” you said, shaking a little.

“You can have my sweater” he offered.

“Oh, n-no that’s okay, Percy. I’m fine” you smiled, sitting on the bed.

“You’re shaking” he pointed out before he placed his sweater on the other side of the bed. “Honestly, I’m not that cold” he said, walking into the bathroom.

“Um- thanks” you said.

“No problem” he replied before he closed the door.

You grabbed the blue sweater with the ‘P’ on it and brought it to yourself. It smelled like him. You smiled a little, putting it on. This was by far the coziest thing you had ever tried on. But the feeling was short-lived when you heard thunders again. And then, the noise from the room next door. You weren’t exactly sure what it was. But it sounded like people were arguing, loud enough to hear them above the storm outside. And then, things started breaking, mankind you jump, scared. This place made you terrified as soon as you stepped inside, and this definitely didn’t help. You got up and walked over to the chair in the corner, pulling it to place it in front of the door. Not like whoever, or whatever was outside, wouldn’t be able to storm in with magic if they didn’t try, but it made you feel a tiny bit safer.

“Um- P-Percy?” you asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yes?” you heard on the other side of the door.

“Are you almost done?”

“What can you possibly need? You just-” Percy opened the door at the same time a loud thunder roared through the room and the lights flickered off and on just before something else was broken in the room next door.

“Percy! This place is freaking me out! I don’t know if the people next door are fighting or having extremely rough sex, but I think one of them is going to end up dead!”

“Don’t be so dramatic” he rolled his eyes, walking out of the bathroom. “I know it’s not ideal, but we’re only here for one night” he said as you sat on the bed. He turned around and saw you anxiously playing with the sleeves of his sweater. “Look, it’s been a long day” he said, his tone turning soft as he sat next to you. “Let’s just go to sleep and we can get out of here tomorrow early in the morning, okay? I’m sure it will be fine” he said just as something crashed on the wall behind the bed, making you jump closer to Percy.

“O-okay, yeah, let’s just… go to sleep” you nodded, smiling nervously at him. He smiled back at you and got up, taking a pillow and one of the blankets, making your smile drop. “W-wait! What are you doing? Come back to bed!” you begged.

“B-but-”

“Please, Percy! I’ll stay on my side, I promise, it’s just… it’s a bit… comforting knowing that… you’re here” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks burn.

“It… it is?” he asked, feeling his heart beating faster. He wasn’t really someone people came to for comfort. So the fact that you did gave him immense delight.

“Yes” you said, nervously.

“O-okay” he said, getting on one side of the bed.

“Thank you” you smiled at him from your side of the bed.

“Did you put a chair in front of the door?”

“Just go to sleep Weasley” you rolled your eyes.

You kept tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep. Between the thunderstorm outside and all of the noises you heard inside, you were unable to even close your eyes. You turned around to see Percy on the other side who was peacefully sleeping. You assumed growing up with a big family probably made him used to this ruckus and still able to sleep. You slowly moved a little closer to him, reaching out for his hand. You were about to grab his hand when a loud thunder woke him up.

“Merlin’s sake!” he said, as his hand looked for you. “Are you okay?” he asked, pulling you closer.

“I am” you said, pulling him closer.

“Did I wake you?”

“No… I haven’t… been able to sleep” you admitted.

“Why?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t know” you replied. After a moment of silence, you asked. “Percy… why don’t you like me?”

“What?” he asked, confused, pulling away from you so he could see you.

“I was just… wondering…” you shrugged. “I know you asked if someone else could come with you on this assignment” you told him. “And you didn’t even feel comfortable sharing a bed with me and I don’t know, I just wanted to know if I did something or say something that upset you-”

“What? No!” he sighed. “I- I’m sorry if that’s how I made you feel. I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” he said.

“You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable, Percy” you smiled shyly at him.

“Really? That’s… kind of my thing” he said, making you laugh a little.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Weasley” you chuckled.

“I’m not! I mean, you’ve met my brothers, everyone loves them and I’m always sort of… the odd one out” he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Well, I’ll admit all of your brothers are fun and… very loud” you laughed, making him smile. “But that doesn’t mean that you’re not special in your own way” you informed him.

“Really? You think I’m special?” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness.

“Well yeah, to me you always stood out. I mean, who do you think I’d notice more? The five loud redheads, or the only quiet one?”

“You n-noticed me?” he asked, as his heart started racing, you could feel it as your hand rested against his chest.

“I’ve always noticed you, Perce” you smiled sweetly at him.

“W-well, for the record, the only reason why I asked that I asked if someone else could cover this assignment with me wasn’t that I don’t like you” he started. “I just… thought it was really boring and I didn’t want you to well… think that I’m more of a nerd than you already probably do” he chuckled nervously.

“Well, I have news for you, Percy” you said, shifting closer to him and you felt his arm wrap around your waist. “I’ve always known you’re a big nerd and it hasn’t made me like you any less” you smiled. Even in the dark, you knew he was blushing.

“I l-like you too” he managed to say out loud. “C-can I kiss you?”

“Weasley, I thought you’d never ask” you smiled before he closed the gap between you and placed his lips softly against yours. You felt him smile against your lips and you started kissing him deeper, until you heard something smashing against the wall, making Percy quickly wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

“I promise we’re out of here first thing in the morning” he told you, kissing your forehead.

“It wasn’t that bad after all” you smiled, kissing him again before you rested your head on his chest and he kissed the top of your head.

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A/N: so, nobody guessed, but I think it’s fair since I had literally only written for Percy ONCE hahaha but here it is, idk how this happened, I started doing this thing to write at least a sentence for each story and this one just... came out! hope you like it xD and I hope to have more stories up soon! let me know what you think :)