#banging my fist on the floor rn

[jemandthesingalongs]

not sure if i'll put in my worldstate but wanted to toss this fun hc i thought of for my fellow leliana/tabris shippers: traditionally, if a city elf doesn't have a living family, negotiations will fall to the elder of the alienage to work out. leliana lacks both but she does have dorothea who would certainly be more than happy to fill that role, even if this is more symbolic than anything. bonus points if she's already become divine so you have literally the divine justina herself showing up to the tabris house saying "hi let's talk marriage :)"

[northernember]

i am a marecal supporter first, human being second, they encompass my entire chest, spilling out of my lungs and onto my cusping hands before pooling at my feet. love love love them with all of my heart <3 <3 <3

[spookwyrdie]

Riled Up.

{part 1}{part 2}{part3}

Bang Chan x Reader x Han Jisung

word count: 2.5k

summary: After your little performance on the dance floor with Jisung, Chan pulls you into a limo to teach you a lesson and remind you who's in control. Just as he's about to make you scream, his phone rings. Seems like someone wants to be in the audience for this.

genre: smut, power play

warnings: adult dialogue, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, jealousy, phone sex, cunnilingus, oral sex [f receiving], edging, dacryphilia, some bratting if you squint

a/n: I got super excited to share this part, so here it is! Pt 3 is in the works rn and might take a little bit, please be patient for that one!

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

Chan grabs your elbow and steers you off the dance floor and towards the exit. You watch his jaw clench, sending a ripple of desire through you as he drags you out of the club. You can feel how wet you are between your legs, thighs slick with arousal from dancing with Jisung. You’re so amped up from the anticipation and he hasn’t even touched you yet.  

Once outside, he opens the door to the vehicle you arrived in - a stretch limo with the blacked-out windows. He gestures to you to slide in first, his eyes fierce with hunger. As you step in front of him, he lands a firm smack on your ass. You keen from the impact as it jolts through you, another gush of arousal drips out of you as you clench around nothing. Your dress rides up your thighs as you slide into the car, Chan quickly following behind you and slamming the door shut. 

“Roll up the partition and take the long way back. The very long way back,” he says to the driver. The man nods as the opaque screen between the driver’s cab and the rest of the limo rolls up. 

Chan’s eyes meet yours as he turns to you, leaning in until he’s a breath away. “Did you have your fun out there tonight?” 

You bat your eyelashes at him, “Of course. Ji’s a great dancer, don’t you think?” 

“I think you were putting on a show to get my attention.” 

“Maybe... Did it work?” you ask, looking at him with a doe eyed innocence. He’s not falling for it, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek.  

“I don’t know, did it?” he grits out, taking your hand and placing it over the firm bulge in his pants. You salivate as you palm him through his pants, and he hums at the touch. You’re about to wrap your fingers around him when he snatches your wrist and pulls you close to him. 

“I think I need to remind you exactly who you belong to.” 

His plush lips crash against yours and you sink into his embrace. He tangles his hands into your hair and grips hard. Your jaw drops open as you moan at the harsh touch; Chan takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue against yours, biting down on your plump lip, and wrapping himself around you possessively. You’re lost in the feel of his soft lips against yours, the push and pull you fall into naturally sweeping you away in the moment. 

His hand comes up to your chin as he pulls away, holding you in place while you try and chase his lips. He hovers above you, tilting his head like he’s going to kiss you again. You reach up to close the distance, but he pulls back, smiling at the way his denial makes you pout. His lips trail along your jaw to your ear, biting down on the lobe, laving over the pain with his tongue. You cry out as your hips spasm underneath him, your ears are one of your most sensitive spots and he’s using it to his advantage.  

“Chan, please,” you whisper, breathlessly. 

“You don’t get to ask for anything tonight, sweet thing,” he says in a low voice, tracing his tongue around the shell of your ear. “You had your fun, now I get to have mine.” 

Your hands at his shoulders clench into fists, balling up the material of his shirt underneath them, using this one point of contact to ground you. He takes your wrists and holds them with one hand. The other unbuckles his black leather belt, slipping it out of the belt loops of his pants. He wraps it delicately around your wrists, taking care to keep away from the cluster of nerves and tendons. He cinches it down, not too tight but definitely snug against your skin. You wiggle your fingers, reaching to touch him in any way you can, needing to feel as much of his body as possible. 

“Ah-ah, no touching unless I say so,” he says, lifting your wrists and placing them behind the headrest of your seat. Your body is on display for him again, at his mercy. 

A pathetic whine escapes you as he kneels down to the floor, slotting his body between your thighs and pulling you close to the edge of the seat, your arms still connected behind the headrest. His lips find yours again, gentler this time, as he presses his body into you, making you lean back while he trails wet kisses down to your chest. He tugs the top of your dress down roughly, pulling your breasts out from underneath the fabric. His plump lips wrap around one nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth on the sensitive bud as the other hand pinches the other. You arch your back into him with a whimper, rocking your hips into him, chasing any sort of friction to relieve the building tension in your core.  

He sucks hard on your nipple before pulling it out of his mouth with a loud pop! He looks up at you from below, chuckling at your whimpers. “Feeling a bit needy tonight, sweet thing?” he murmurs with a dangerous edge to his voice. 

“Mhmm,” you respond, failing to produce any words as he rolls your nipples under his fingers, watching you squirm.  

“Good.” 

His hands trail down your body to the hem of your dress, already pushed up far enough to see a peek of your panties. He drags his fingers down your thighs as he lowers his face down to your cunt. The sight of him between your legs, looking at you like he was going to happily devour you, makes you quiver. The throb of need throughout your body is strong, settling deep in your pelvis. You tilt your hips up towards him, begging silently as you bite down on your lip. Chan just laughs at you, hovering right above your panties, making sure you can feel his hot breath where you’re most sensitive, just out of reach.  

“Sit still,” he says, a hushed command in his voice. You instantly freeze in place, attempting to be good to get him to touch you. He hovers for a moment before he obliges. His eyes lock with yours, slowly pressing his tongue flat against the wet spot that has soaked through the fabric. The small amount of pressure already has you panting. He groans into your cunt, the sound reverberates and makes you wriggle around, whimpering helplessly. 

“God, you’re so wet already,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. He’s lost in his own desire from just the taste of you. For a split second, he forgets the white-hot jealousy he felt from your little performance earlier. He leans back, opening his eyes and looks over you again; you blush under his intense gaze, feeling so vulnerable and so desperate for him. 

Chan runs his hands up your thighs, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slides them down leisurely, making sure to take his time. You feel a burning trail left over every inch where he has touched your skin. He drags the fabric down to your ankles and has you step out of them, shoving the garment into his pocket. His hands hook behind your knees and shifts them towards your chest, your glistening cunt on full display in the low light of the car.

Sitting back on his heels, he pulls his phone out, aiming the camera at you. “Say cheese,” he teases, sticking his tongue between his teeth and giggling. You bite your lip again, whining at the hot bolt of embarrassment that shoots through you, eventually settling deep in your core, the muscles spasm with want. 

Chan types out a quick message and hits send, his gaze lands on you again. His eyes are so dark, they’d be menacing if you didn’t know he was just as awash in lust as you. 

“W-who’d you send that to?”  

“You’ll find out later,” he purrs, flashing you a taunting smile.  

His hands grip onto your legs once more. He caresses from the back your knees to your thighs, thumbs meeting on either side of your lips, massaging but not making contact with your clit yet. The indirect pressure squeezing your sensitive clit has you bucking into his hands.  

After grinding into his touch, trying to chase any sort of real friction, he moves one of his thumbs and gingerly brushes over the swollen bundle of nerves, pressing gently into your clit without moving. It makes you yelp as you try to rub yourself against his thumb, but his other hand grasps at your hip, halting your movement. 

“I thought I made it clear I was in control tonight,” he says, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’ll get as much as I want to give you.” 

With that, he raises his hand, and slaps you right on your clit with a quick smack! Your whole body lurches forward, crying out, searing pain and pleasure mixing together as it rushes through your body. He lands three more slaps to your cunt, with each a lewd wet sound fills the cabin of the limo. Tears prick in your eyes as you blink, there’s a buzzing sensation building in your core.  

“Fuck, you take that so well,” he grits out from his clenched jaw. Both of his arms hook around your thighs, holding your hips down, as he presses a feather light kiss against your wetness. He loves taking his time with you - the needier you get, the more he drags it out.  

His phone rings in his pocket, and his eyes flash to yours, sin darkening his expression. He taps the button and holds it to his ear. You hear a tinny voice from the receiver say, “Hyung?”

“Look what you did to her, Ji. I don’t know whether to kill you or kiss you,” Chan says. “She’s so wet, her pussy is aching to be touched. Here, listen.”

Chan puts the phone on your lower stomach as his other hand languidly slips through your folds, still avoiding direct contact with your clit. You whine pitifully, trying to rut into his touch, slick noises fill the air again. He lands a few more wet slaps against your cunt again, each making you jolt and gasp at the sting. 

Chan picks up the phone again.

“Hear that?”

“Y-yeah,” Jisung says shakily. 

“Good listening skills. Let’s put them to the test,” Chan says, putting the phone on speaker and setting it down again on your chest.

“Ji….” You whimper.

“Y/n? Fffuck…” you hear him pant on the other end of the call. 

“Don’t hang up, Jisung,” Chan grits out. “You’re going to listen to her while I make her cum. That’s what you wanted, right?”

There’s a groan on the other end of the phone. Your eyes widen, landing on Chan. His gaze softens for a moment, searching your face for any hesitation. You pull your lip between your teeth and give him a small nod. Immediately, his demeanor shifts back into the domineering lust from before. He lowers himself to your core once more, holding your thighs open while pressing them closer to your chest. Sticking his tongue out, he lets saliva drip down the tip directly onto your clit.

You take a deep shuddering breath, but it gets caught in your throat when Chan wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. You choke out a groan as your hips convulse underneath him. He’s ruthless with the slow, sedate pace of his tongue. His forearms come up to pin you in place while his fingers spread your folds open for more intense, direct contact to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your face scrunches up, a string of expletives leaving your mouth between whimpers. The lazy speed with deliberate, precise pressure of his tongue is enough to keep you teetering on the edge of an orgasm but not enough to get you over the crest. It’s driving you insane, the way that he’s playing with you like this. Any time you try to tilt your hips towards his mouth for more pressure, he backs away, anticipating your movements.

On the phone laying on your chest, you hear Jisung panting in unison with you. He echoes you, heavy breathing and grunting whenever Chan hits a particularly sensitive spot. Chan brings you to the brink again, the coil in your lower belly about to snap through you, when he lifts his head. 

“Can you hear this, Ji?” he says as he sinks a finger into you. You keen, your cunt sucking his fingers in eagerly. You nearly sob, wanting more, needing more, and Chan cruelly pushing you to the edge then denying you.

“M-more! Please, Chan,” you shudder out. 

“More?” he asks, sliding another finger in slowly.

You sigh at the stretch, still frustrated with the slow pace, not caring anymore how fucked out you sound as you whine. “Please…”

“I don’t know…” Chan muses. “What do you think, Ji?”

Jisung moans on the phone, “Fuck yes, more,” he says with a quivering voice.

Chan pauses, catching your eyes as tears start to stream down your cheeks. “Well, if Ji says so.”

Immediately, he fucks into you faster, fingers thrusting into your heat, tongue batting around your neglected clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, barely breathing from the sudden change of pace. You feel that coil tightening again in your lower belly, all your muscles taut in anticipation. Chan is brutal with the rhythm, racing you towards an orgasm, back to that edge faster and faster. 

When his fingers finally curl in that heavenly come-hither motion, the coil finally snaps. You scream, stars dancing in front of your eyes at the force of your orgasm as it pulses through you, fluttering your muscles around his fingers. Chan doesn’t stop, keeping up the intense pace of his tongue and his fingers, riding it out as long as he can. Your hips and legs are shaking. Your clit can’t take much more, the stimulation is too much. You writhe around trying to get away from his hand, but he doesn’t stop until you put a foot on his shoulder. He backs off, giving your clit one last kitten lick, making you convulse at even the lightest touch.

You slump back into the seat, trying to catch your breath, a thin sheen of sweat covers your entire body. You’re in a haze. The floaty feeling of trying to come back into your body buzzes in your ears. You barely notice when Chan picks up the phone from your chest.

“Did you catch all of that, Jisung?” Chan says, wiping your essence off of his chin.

A shuddering whisper of “fuck” comes from the receiver.

“You have ten minutes to be at my front door,” Chan says curtly. “...If you want another demonstration, that is.”

[nozomijoestar]

Here, unedited bc I don't care rn and I still don't know if I'm gonna use this scene after 8 happened so it may or may not matter

The limo came to a stop outside their gate; Sebastian looked out the driver's window and adjusted his glasses. He'd wait. And wait and wait. Lili could decide she'd never move off the front step again and only then would he nudge her otherwise. But even if he did, Asuka gripped tight the urge to never let him. Lili looked over her luggage, slowly, muttering about everything being in place; checking and rechecking the zippers or pockets or where she put her passport. She wouldn't let their eyes meet and when Asuka touched her wrist she stared at the floor, frozen.

Asuka checked. They were alone, Lili's back facing the limo.

"C'mere." Asuka spoke softly.

She held Lili's cheek kissing her. Their lips met over and over, like they hadn't mapped each other's skin dozens of times. As if it were always something new. She felt hands tilt up her head as Lili gripped fistfuls of her hair. Asuka didn't mean to moan, and that proved too much. Slowly they separated.

"You must write and call me. I won't forgive you if you don't. And I shall count down every day I cannot see you."

"Heh. Yeah yeah I know. Don't go twisting yourself up again."

Lili scrunched her face, caught between pouting and annoyance. She turned into a sad puppy over any goodbye. Asuka felt herself waver. Holding her hands brought back some sense of reality. Lili was real, they were here, and it was time to leave. Gently she stroked her thumbs. Something soothed inside her mind. She breathed in, got a mouthful of perfume, and sighed.

Out with it.

"I'm... gonna miss you. So don't feel alone, alright?"

All she saw was Lili's quivering lips before she found herself shoved against her. The air pressed from Asuka's lungs tightly then tighter still. Lili's grip was more muscle than that lanky girl who barged into her house months ago. Asuka couldn't help a little smile. Her arms wrapped around the small of Lili's back, pulling them closer.

"Say nothing more or my makeup will start running, you handsome devil."

Asuka chuckled softly. She ran her fingers through Lili's hair; in the distance she read the anxiety on Sebastian loud and clear. She pat her on the side. Finally Lili let go. Asuka leaned against the door, a hand on her hip. She grinned to fight the drop in her stomach.

"Your heart's right here whenever you come back for it."

Dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief Lili could only nod. She watched her straighten, wearing determination. Asuka just got used to sweet, sweet air again when Lili slipped her the tongue. She felt her all over her mouth, forgetting the strength to tongue back, letting herself go slack and melt away.

"So you won't go looking at other girls." Lili whispered, smiling.

"Not a chance."

Carefully Lili brushed back Asuka's bangs, really, an excuse to touch her. She heard the quiver in her voice.

"Je t'aime."

"I know."

"Je 'attendrai."

" I know."

They exchanged one last look. Then Lili was grabbing her things and heading for the limo. She felt her chest squeeze. Asuka couldn't help it.

"Hey Lili!"

She saw her freeze and turn around. Her face burst with longing.

"I love you."

She saw her bite her quivering lip; Lili ran a hand over the front gate accepting the border between this present and a world uncertain. Every step away was a battle against itself. Suddenly she let Sebastian stuff her luggage in the trunk, then he opened the passenger side door. Lili stood before it balling her fists, sighing. Asuka's face tightened when the door shut.

Her eyes met Sebastian's, the old man grateful in ways there didn't seem to be words for. He bowed. Asuka smiled. As they started driving away her heart caught in her throat. Lili sat pressing her palm against the window, blowing her a kiss.

[ddejavvu]

Okay Bestie so I was in NYC

I was visiting for my senior trip a couple years back

And I was walking back from some like, convenience store (my group and I wanted snacks and we got SPECIAL PERMISSION from the chaperones to go)

And bestie when I tell you I recognized the man fROM LITERALLY HALF A BLOCK AWAY

I was kicking myself when I approached him because I hadn’t brought my sketchbook with me and I had JUST DRAWN a picture of him as Qui-Gon. I was so mad lemme tell you.

BUT HE WAS SO NICE AND POLITE AND I APOLOGIZED A HUNDRED TIMES FOR DISTURBING HIM AND HE WAS LIKE “don’t worry about it love” IN THE IRISH ACCENT AND HNNNNGGGGHHHHHH

I went back to my hotel room and cried. SOBBED BESTIE.

(Also. He smelled wonderful. Was wearing some kinda earthy cologne when I asked for a hug and it smelled LOVELY.)

Oh my god I moaned. I would also be mortified to be ‘disturbing him’ (although he did not seem disturbed or bothered by you) but I’m so glad he was so sweet about it.

“Don’t worry about it love” IM THROWING A TANTRUM RN. SCREAMING, BANGING MY FISTS ON THE GROUND, KICKING MY LEGS, MY FACE IS RED AND THERE ARE TEARSTAINS ON THE FLOOR WHERE I’VE FACE-PLANTED.

[peachdues]

I just finished the second half of Netherwood 3 and I am a WRECK

I'm talkin on my knees, banging my fists against the floor level wreck

I LOVED IT SO MUCH AAAAAA 🙏😭 I was clinging to every word, holding my breath to find out what happens next, and then BOOM I hit the end of it. It was way more of an emotional roller coaster than I had anticipated and just- *chef's kiss* Magnificent.

-jplupine

AHHH BESTIE IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!

I’m honestly so so happy rn. Thank you for reading it!! I know it was so long 😭😭😭

Part IV is even more emotional but. The lesbians. They will be there.

[vampupire]

So unfair that him and i arent fucking rn i actually feel insane. Bouncing off the walls. Chewing on the carpet. Screaming and banging my fists on the floor RAAAAA

[thecrazycyborggirl]

working on a mob fancam rn for some more mobaganda and i’m crying i can’t 😭

this boy is too good *on my knees, bangs fist on floor*

what did we do to deserve mob

[buppypuppy]

im like banging my fists on the floor i want one of my dad's citrusy beers so bad literally nothing sounds more refreshing then that tart ass beer rn

[breezere]

i have an offering for your music artist au

Kokichi decides to make a song for/about Shuichi, and he makes sure it has as many elements Shuichi has expressed fondness of as possible. you said he makes music just for fun so i can see this being like the first song he's ever thought long and hard about.

bonus points if the more shitty fans insist it's his weakest song ever, but Shuichi is obsessed with it

OH MY GODDDDD

omg and when kokichi goes into the shop the next day to see what shuichi thought of it he sees him being all giddy and smiley and just Knows its bc of the song 🥺🥺

LMAO he then uses this style of music to weed out his fake fans /j HGHSKDJDKF

tbh he wouldnt mind making songs every so often that cater specifically to shuichi, if his "fans" hate it then sucks for them AHSLDSKDJ so long as shuichi likes it hes happy

[dobaara]

can't believe this :((

[neos127]

[lovingaeth]

ohh my god this is unbelievable i hate it here

[lavishedinjimin]

i'm gonna shoot my shot since your requests are open ! for kinky hours yey <3

the usually sub gguk turning dom one night after a random dude in their date night started flirting with reader hihi. lots of marking, biting and hickeys ! also just a very aggressive and mean jk!dom <33 + some overstimulation

i know i asked alot but lmfao i've missed the updates. have a great day luvs !

i... this is so... *bangs fist on table* I NEED THIS SHIT RN

tags: unedited, some name calling, the good stuff

~

"jungkook, what's wrong with you?" you spit out, leaving your bag pathetically on the floor once you have arrived home from dinner. "stop acting like that and talk to me."

jungkook loosens his tie, clenching his jaw. it was obvious that he was pissed off, alongside the fact that he didn't talk during the whole car ride back. you hate the silent treatment.

you follow him to the bedroom, practically stomping. "you're acting like a child. use your mouth and talk to me."

you did not realize that it was a wrong move until jungkook faces your direction starts towering over you. his unwavering eyes fixated on yours, burning holes into them. he was avoiding eye contact after dinner, so the way he finally stared down at you, albeit menacingly, made your knees weak.

he walks over until you were cornered. "i...i--" you let out a nervous laugh. until, your breath hitched up when he abruptly wraps his tattoo-covered hand around your neck decorated with jewelry. "are you really that oblivious, huh? you're honestly just letting--"

"well you're not talking to me so how would i fucking know!" you raise your voice as much as you can, but this only made him angrier.

he chokes you harder, receiving a whimper from your end. "that's right," he smirks, "if i choke you hard enough, i wouldn't hear your pathetic voice anymore. i know you did that on purpose; flirting with that waiter, batting your eyelashes at him like a slut."

your heart stings, but your cunt throbs in a good way. you bite your lip as he leans in to kiss and bite all over your neck. with his other hand, he tugs your hair back. with your exposed neck like this, he was bound to do anything to it. he marks your skin with his teeth then licking the marks right after. you can hear him grunt whenever he would scatter your neck with bruises, learning that marking you like this turns him on.

"stop being -- awhh -- stop being jealous."

"i'm gonna make you choke on my cock next if you don't shut the fuck up."

his sudden outburst surprises you. with widened eyes, you feel yourself going weak from his voice and choice of words. the roles were usually reversed. you were the one in control. but now being at the receiving end of everything feels like a whole different world.

and jungkook knows how much you like it. you didn't notice that his hands were crawling down to your thigh, hiking your dress up so that he can get a touch of your aroused cunt. jungkook smirks, his eyes never straying away from yours as two slender fingers teasingly play with the strings of your thong.

"i can fucking smell you from here, god. you're such a bad little girl." he growls the last sentence, making your whole body quiver. your mind suddenly goes into a trance, submitting into him so easily.

jungkook flips your body over so that your ass was pressed onto his crotch, feeling how hard he is through his pants. "feel that?" he whispers directly in your ear, fingers slowly tracing your slit through the thin cloth, "i bet that waiter couldn't compare with my cock," he chuckles, "you bat your eyelashes at him as if his cock could reach the back of your throat just like i do."

he doesn't waste any more time, proceeding to shove his hand down your underwear and rub your clit furiously. your body almost falls from the sudden waves of pleasure, but his strong build keeps you upright. your hands hold onto his arm that was wrapped around your torso as his fingers rubbed firm circles. mantras of curses fall off your lips, pouting, never having him act like this before.

"jungkook, fuck," you cry, "t-too fast!" gasping as his middle finger reaches further down to play with your entrance, he teasingly rubs around the hole just to gather your juices and uses it for lubrication on your clit. you almost came at that point.

"there, there, shh," jungkook bites his lip, his dimples peeking through after he just bends you over the bed. hiking your dress up, he gives your ass a harsh spank, making you jolt forward. you whine in protest, attempting to rub the skin but he just catches your wrist in his large hand.

"you wanna be a good girl again for me?" he asks, spanking your ass once, twice, and thrice, each slap harder than the last. your eyes were almost welling up with tears, having you hold back your yelps. "y-yes, yes!"

jungkook rubs your ass, trying to soothe it gently. you were expecting the fourth spank any second now, but what you received was two fingers stretching out your pussy.

"s-shit!" you did not expect that at all. your mouth falls open as a loud, pornographic moan erupts, eyes wide in shock as jungkook fucks you with his fingers hard and fast. no doubt his bicep was flexing from the mere speed he was fucking you. your hands tightly grip the sheets, moaning and whimpering like a dog as you hear jungkook groan. your wet pussy coats his fingers, making it easier for him to slide his slender digits in and out.

"fuck yes," he groans, his cock straining against his pants uncomfortably as it begs to be released. "look at that little pussy, mmm fuck, i need to taste it." your juices dripping down your slit were just so alluring that he couldn't help himself but to wrap his mouth around your throbbing clit. you mewl, legs shaking as the overstimulation filled your senses.

it was the first time he acted like this, taking your cunt so greedily like a starved man. he smiles against your wet heat, his mouth and chin drenched with your juices. "i love you like this, baby," he admits, "i love to fuck you over. you get so much wetter when i get mean on you."

~

it hurts to cut drabbles short but if i continue it'll just turn into a whole one shot AAHH

[ rules for commissions ]

[thejudgingtrash]

May I Introduce You to My Beloved Wife?

Random scene (yet again)

*not proof-read (yet again)

Her baby laughed again and Blackjack barked approvingly. Then the French bulldog yawned, which made Annabeth check the time on her phone. It was already half past eight and her son should have been in bed half an hour ago!

Daedalus was already sleeping in his cat bed as he grew bored and annoyed of the black dog he hated to live with.

“Okay, now it’s time for bed, ducky,” Annabeth announced which made her son all giddy and excited instead of shaking his head and being overall fussy. His plushy was thrown to the floor which didn’t amuse his mother one bit.

The toddler wiggled to the edge of the sofa much to his mother’s dismay, turned on his stomach and then jumped to his feet. He swayed a bit, tried to find his balance, grabbed his favorite toy and then turned around to run off.

“Hey, where are you going?” Annabeth asked while following him, both curious and confused. He bounced past the kitchen and came to a halt in the dark hallway. Annabeth switched on the light as he chanted “Dark! Dark!” over and over again.

“What are you doing, ducky? We have to get you ready for bed,” Annabeth tried to explain, bent over and grabbed his hand, but her baby didn’t budge.

He looked up at her with his large large sea-green eyes. “Dada,” he explained and pointed at the door. A lump grew in her throat and a frown of guilt grew on her face.

“Oh baby,” Annabeth cooed. “We’ve talked about this yesterday.”

Then she sank to her knees to level with him. He still had to look up to her.

“Percy isn’t coming home tonight,” Annabeth began to which her son immediately began to hyperventilate. He looked to the door and then back to his mother.

“He’s at a-” Annabeth wasn’t able to finish her sentence as her son let out an earth shattering deafening cry.

It was a cry she hadn’t heard from him before and it broke Annabeth’s heart. It was a cry of utmost despair and pain. Neither him crying when he was teething or had fallen to his butt two days ago came close to the cry he had just let out. Tears were streaming down his face and he was stomping twice.

Annabeth tried to pull him into her arms, but her son refused. He let his toy fall to the floor and ran towards the door, nearly falling twice.

“DADA!” he yelled but there was no answer.

He bent forward to see whether the lights were turned on outside of the apartment door but it remained dark. It was no cruel prank of his father, something so unusual of him. Percy would never do anything like that to hurt his own son. There was no sudden change. No lights flickering on, no familiar sound of Percy’s expensive heels clacking on top of the concrete floor, no sound of his soft whistling or the comforting rustling of his keys as he would try to unlock the door. His father didn’t come in to immediately go on to hug him.

There was no sign of Percy.

Little Jackson banged his tiny fist against the door, not caring that he was hurting himself. Nothing. Nothing changed at all.

“DADA! DADA!” he screamed over and over again until his mother scooped him up to calm him down.

Percy was not there. His father would not come home.

Anyways....

How y'all doing?? It's been a hot minute since I've checked in here for more than a minute or two!! :D

I'm doing actually pretty great so far?? Doing cultural exchanges, planning stuff, being booked and busy with my degree and working on creative projects on the side... I'm still trying to finish coleoidea before hopping onto May I? even though some May I? scenes are occupying my mind rn >.<

I planned 12-13 chapters for coleoidea but now it seems like there will be more because of course I ruin everything by writing way too much 🙃

Also I can't tell if this scene is more devastating or this one with Percy 🤔 lemme know 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyways, hope to be able to publish something around summer and if not, in fall I guess lol 🥹

See ya!

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@firewhiskyss: 🎢 harry with either “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” or “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” because my heart can’t handle angst rn 😋☝🏼|| for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Summary: Being stuck in the elevator is bad enough, but being with a stranger makes matters worse.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: not proofread, light cursing, elevators, power outage + let me know if i missed anything

A/N: too bad u cant handle angst i could’ve found ways to sneak that into this hehe jk anywaaayy ok i felt uninspired sorry hydagjih

Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

AN HOUR OR SO AGO

“Hold the door!” said a voice from the lobby. Harry pressed the open door button in haste, the doors doing as it was told to do. The figure rushed inside, hair dripping wet on the tiled floor of the elevator. He kept his eyes trained to floor as she moved his way to press the button to the eighth floor. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

The girl next to him began to dry her drenched hair with a purple towel, patting herself dry. Harry risked a brief glance in her direction — she was wearing a floral one-piece swimsuit which she layered with denim shorts. When she caught his eye, they both inched away from each other uncomfortably. To their relief, the elevator started to move up.

Nobody seemed to be coming in just yet. After all, it was six p.m. and most were probably outside biding their time for night swimming. Harry, on the other hand, just came down to get a box of doughnuts for Mr. Weasley, who he can only assume was changing into his swimming trunks in their hotel room. The rest were probably doing the same.

Harry was waiting for it to reach the ninth floor when the elevator lurched to a stop on the seventh. While Harry refused to meet eye contact with the girl next to him, she was busy trying to convince herself it was alright.

It’s okay, she thought to herself as she made a show of more aggressive patting of her hair in more of an attempt to calm her drumming heartbeat than to really dry it. Another passenger was probably just entering.

But she knew better, they both knew better. The lights above them began to blink in an inconsistent manner. To her dismay, the doors did not open nor did they continue to go up.

They both turned to each other with a bewildered look on their faces. Harry made to reach for his wand, but held himself back. Then the lights went out along with the tiny ones coming from the buttons. Harry froze. He heard the stranger next to him shift, probably wrapping the towel around herself. She had stopped pretending to pat herself now. Harry watched as her as she dropped her bag down on the wet tiled floor and pulled out a bulky gray block from it. Harry stood there awkwardly as if a statue while she kept on fumbling with the block thingy he now recognized was a flip phone. A light glowed from it, her face looking similar to that of a ghost.

She pressed it against her ear, but it seemed to not be working. She then raised her hand higher in hopes of getting better reception to no avail. Harry cleared his throat. The girl’s head whipped to his direction. “The emergency call button,” said Harry.

“I know,” she spat, reaching out for the buttons. But instead of clicking that particular button, she clicked the button for opening doors. Harry noticed she seemed to be shivering a bit even with the towel.

The girl was still dripping, albeit lesser now. She kept pressing the open door repetitively with her wrinkly fingers. Harry remained stiff, unsure if he should use his wand. “What floor are we currently?”

Taken aback, Harry didn’t respond for a couple of seconds until she reached out to his shoulder to check on him. “Oh, er — seventh, I think.”

He then heard her click a button he supposed was for the seventh, then a bunch of other buttons the next.

“We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die. . . .” Harry found that he preferred the constant clicking noises from the buttons over her constant reminder of their ‘impending doom.’ It was like fourth year all over again when their Divination teacher Professor Trelawney kept telling him he was going to die an early death. She kept chanting to herself in hysterics.

“Have you tried . . . the emergency call button? The one with the bell?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” said the girl. To his surprise, she picked up her bag again and aimed it at the elevator door before swinging it right in the middle. She then started banging her fist hard on the doors, pounding. “Help! I’m stuck! I mean, we’re stuck! Hello? I’m wi —”

“There’s a press to call thing here,” pointed Harry.

“Good,” she remarked as she practically run to it when the elevator made a creaking noise from above. The girl let out a shriek as she fell backwards and pulled Harry down with her. “Lie flat or we’re both gonna die!”

“Why — ?”

“JUST DO IT.” He did. Both of them sprawled their legs and he felt the damp floor wet his back a bit, but he was still weighing the pros and cons of pulling out his wand. Of course, if it were up to him, he’d pull it out in a heartbeat but the Weasleys’ vacation was on the line and he couldn’t jeopardize that by—

The elevator whined, and it felt as if it was moving a bit. “We’re gonna plummet to do our death!”

“Calm down,” said Harry, hardly knowing why he even bothered in the first place because he didn’t know what to say next especially with the girl’s expectant eyes on him. He thought of what Hermione had told them when they first came here, who then attempted to calm the others down about their feelings on Muggle Elevators. “Er — elevators are one of the safest ways of transportation with only the fatality rate of zero point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-something-fifteen percent per trip.”

“Oh, shut up, stranger,” cried the girl. “There’s still a fifteen in that end. We’re gonna die, accept that!”

“You seem to be the one having troubles accepting that,” argued Harry back. She shot him a glare.

“I haven’t written my will and we’re gonna die. You see — you hear that rumble? We’re slowly falling down and we’re gonna die. I should have — should have taken the stairs. Please, please, please let me live! I swear I’ll start eating vegetables! This is it stranger, we’re gonna die.”

“That’s a bit melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“We’re about to die and you have time to think? Lie with your chunkiest bits on the floor to increase our chance of survival.”

He wanted to argue, but he resorted to inching further away from her and stretching his limbs awkwardly.

“Damn it, you shouldn’t have kept the door open!”

“How is that my fault? If anything, I was being nice,” said Harry.

“Being nice? You just sentenced me to my death and now I’m dying in this cramped space in a swimsuit and shorts that aren’t even for swimming!”

Surprisingly, the elevator whined to a stop. They remained on the floor for half a minute. Eventually, she was the first to stand up. Dusting herself and not meeting Harry’s eye, she smashed the bell button with her finger. It buzzed for a few seconds before a guy’s voice answered.

“Hello,” said the operator. The intercom seemed to be having troubles.

“Uh, hello, hi,” replied the girl.

“So are you currently stuck in the elevator?” Harry could hear the girl turn to him in the dark and call up the look of utter disbelief, as if wanting to reply, ‘No shit.’

“Yes, very much.”

“Okay, are you alone?” asked the operator.

“Unfortunately, no. I’m with . . .” she trailed off, turning to Harry with prolonged contemplation. “With stranger. I’m with stranger. A stranger. With a stranger, I mean.”

“May I know your names please?”

“Uh, sure? I’m . . . Papier Matchen and this is —”

“Har — Neville. Neville Longbottom, sir,” answered Harry. The operator did not respond. “Neville Longbottom.”

“Are you both guests?” asked the operator.

“Yes,” said [Y/N]. “Wait, are you a guest?”

“I am a guest,” said Harry stiffly.

“He’s a guest,” she added, as if in an attempt to keep whatever morale is left high. The operator didn’t respond again. “Hey, uh, operator? It would really help if you didn’t keep disappearing on us.” She chuckled nervously.

“What floor are you currently on?” said the voice with a bit more static.

“Uh, well,” she said, turning to Harry, “last time we checked, it was on the seventh but it moved down a bit and we might be in-between floors seven and six.”

“Alright, thank you. We’re currently experiencing a city wide power outage, and it appears that the back-up battery in Elevator Three has not yet been replaced since the last brownout. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry. So, uh, is any of your authorities gonna come and pick us up?”

No response. She pressed the button again. And again. And again. No sound came, not even static. “Hello? Hi?”

When no one responded again, she slumped to the floor once more, her hair still wet but no longer dripping. “Sit down,” she said, pointing at the spot right next to her. Harry obliged. “You can sit across, I don’t care. I know I smell like chlorine right now.”

Harry sat across from her, leaning back against the wall. She didn’t talk either. This went on for about five minutes until Harry had the urge to do something or at least say something.

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking,” he started.

“A dangerous pastime, you should be afraid. Go ahead,” she said, gesturing a finger gun his way.

“Shouldn’t we try to get out of this?”

“Who are you, Bruce Willis? Need I remind you that you are Nev . . . Bottom?”

“That’s not actually my name,” said Harry.

“Same, I just said Papier Matchen off the top of my head. Like papier mache but witchy. My name’s actually pretty good, I think. I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Oh, wait, nope, don’t like it.”

“I think it’s good.” [Y/N] turned on her phone and shone it around until it landed on his face. Harry realized he had kept the box of doughnuts in the corner when she made them sit down. “I’m Harry,” he said when she finally turned off the phone.

[Y/N] turned it on again and directed it to the box of doughnuts. “Are those doughnuts to make us super tiny like Alice in Wonderland or something?”

“Oh, those are for my friend’s father.”

“Let’s eat it, I’m hungry,” said [Y/N].

“It’s for my friend’s father.”

“You have to realize that that is so not a good enough point. We’re trapped in an elevator with no means of communication with that musty man and eating that is the only thing we can do. Unless you want to do something else?”

“Er — What?” choked Harry, clearing his throat. “Okay, fine, uh, doughnuts.”

She made a triumphant sound Harry couldn’t explain, but paid it no mind as she reached out to grab the box of doughnuts from the corner. She set it in front of her.

“Hey, these are from my aunt’s bakery.”

“They are?” asked Harry.

“Yeah! The one across the street from here?” asked [Y/N], to which Harry nodded. “Ooh, you got the one with Oreos? Nice! I helped design those.”

“Okay, uh, can I have some?”

“I thought it was against your will to take some of these from your ’friend’s dad?’” teased [Y/N], but she handed him a doughnut anyway. Harry began to eat just like she did. “Sorry I forced you to lie down here. . . .”

She looked at him, waiting for something. What? Harry furrowed his brows, confused.

“Sorry, I mean, what’s your name again?” asked [Y/N], hints of the chocolate stuck between her teeth and some on her lips.

“Harry Potter,” replied Harry, who debated against himself whether or not he should point it out. After all, she seemed to be having a good time and they just started to lose the tension. “You’ve got uh, something on your, you know.”

“I know,” said [Y/N], but she didn’t do anything about it. “Anyway, can you believe six and seven are lucky numbers yet here we are, stuck in the wretched elevator between them?”

“No, that’s why I don’t really believe in those . . . things.”

“I’d say that’s insulting, but I’m dripping in my swimwear while I’m stuck in the elevator with a total stranger, so fair enough.”

Harry didn’t know how long they were talking, but it just went on. He was pretty sure there were times he even laughed. Harry reached out to grab another doughnut when he realized she was holding it as well. They both let it drop back to the box.

“Oh, no, it’s yours,” said [Y/N].

“It’s okay, you can have it,” said Harry.

“I ate more than you did, you can have it. Just go,” said [Y/N].

“You can —”

“You know what? Let’s just split it.”

[Y/N] ripped it in half, handing him the bigger slice. Just when Harry was going to offer to exchange, she swallowed it whole.

“Too late, I ate my half already.”

“I can see that,” said Harry. He began to eat his own half, savoring it with three more bites.

“Sorry I smell like chlorine again.”

“Eh, I don’t know, it’s kind of growing on me,” said Harry. “I shouldn’t have said that, sorry.”

“On a good day, that would sound like an insult but it’s anything but a good day, so, thank you, I guess.”

The two shared a laugh (and most definitely three) the entire time when the lights turned on. They could see each other clearly now. There was no denying they felt quite vulnerable — like finally meeting an friend you only send letters and emails to for the first time, but she smiled to make it feel lighter.

Suddenly, it started to move up again, [Y/N] kept them seated just in case it started plummeting again. It didn’t, though. It opened on the seventh, as the indicator told them so.

The intercom buzzed once more and different operator spoke. None of them stood up.

“Hi, power’s slowly being restored. How’s everyone?”

“We’re good,” said Harry. [Y/N] smiled in the shadows, tossing the towel in the corner. “Wait, you’re — er — good, right?”

“Yeah, surprisingly so,” she said.

“Good to hear, we’re currently doing the best we can to cater everyone’s needs. Has your, uh, elevator moved yet? Sorry, I’m new here. Anyway, has it?” asked the operator.

“Currently open on the seventh floor, but we’re both going up, all’s good now, don’t worry,” answered [Y/N]. She stood up, taking the towel with her.

“Okay, great, thank you and take care!” said the operator before the intercom buzzed off. Harry and [Y/N] stood there as the elevator door closed shut and began to move up and open again to the eighth.

“So,” started [Y/N], “this is me. My floor, I mean.”

“Right,” said Harry

“Well, I still don’t like elevators and I may or may not ride one ever again so I can’t believe I’d ever say this because it’s hella cheesy but thanks for making it bearable.”

“I feel like I should say, ‘you’re welcome?’” said Harry.

“Oh yeah, you should.”

The door began to close, but Harry pressed the open door button.

“Okay, you’re welcome.” The two shared lighthearted laughter. “Anyway, er — thank you, too. See you around?”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around. Bye.” [Y/N] waved as the doors closed between them and Harry was once again all alone in the elevator.

He noticed what a mess the floor was, and went to pick up the empty box of donuts. His hand went to where he kept his wand to clean up and looked around for cameras and found one tucked in the upper corner. Harry let his hand down and dusted his shirt with his hands when something caught his eye. A beach bag in the corner, resting carelessly.

The door finally opened to the ninth floor. Harry was frozen, looking directly at a long hallway of doors. It took a few seconds until it whirred and shut close. Not knowing what to do, Harry picked up the bag and swung it over his shoulder.

He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to go up to the twelfth floor until it began going down again. He pressed the button to the ninth floor again.

Ten.

Eleven. A couple his age entered, probably about to go down. Narrowed eyes landed on him and his dirty shirt and pants, but he paid them no mind.

Twelve. The couple started to talk about their plans on the honeymoon tomorrow. Harry busied himself by playing with the straps of the beach bag. He realized just now it had her name inside one of the straps lazily written with a sharpie. [Y/N], it stated.

Eleven again.

Ten again.

Nine again. The door opened, but he did not step out. Of course, the couple began to eye him with suspicion now as he reached out to press the button to the eighth floor.

Eight. When he stepped out, he heard the hushed but relieved sighs from both of the other two behind him as the elevator proceeded to close shut and go down.

Harry knocked on the first door. A man in his pajamas answered. Harry muttered an apology as he walked away to try the second door. He heard the first door swing shut.

The second door was equipped with a sign on the doorknob saying, ‘Do not Disturb.’ So, of course, Harry moved on to the third. He heard loud sounds of children playing inside. When he knocked, a tired woman carrying a toddler in her arms answered. Harry apologized once more and moved on.

Harry’s shoulder was aching, so he let the bag down and simply held it in his hands.

The fourth door was answered by a middle-aged man holding a glass of wine.

The fifth door’s knob held the same message as the the second — ‘Do not Disturb.’

As you may recall, Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

An older woman greeted him with a pleasant smile. “Hello, dear,” she said. He took a shot and asked if she knew anyone by the name of [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Unfortunately though, she did not.

Harry finally made it to the last door. He knocked once more, holding the bag tighter now. A little kid answered, with her parents and siblings in the background, eating pancakes. They did not know of someone named [Y/N] [Y/L/N], either.

Shoulders slumping, Harry made his way back to the elevator. He pressed the up button.

“Excuse me?” called out a voice from behind him. His heart skipped a beat. Wait, don’t skip, he thought to himself.

It still wasn’t her. It was the same girl from the ninth door. “Yes?”

“You’re looking for [Y/N]?” she asked. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?”

“Er — yes. Do you know her?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower. Is that her bag?”

“Oh!” He almost forgot that he was holding it. “Yes, yes it is.”

“I can give it to her,” called out the woman. She closed the door behind her, making her way towards him. When she was close enough, she extended her hand.

The elevator dinged open. Harry was about to hand it over to her, when he decided something else.

“Er — no, uh, I was actually hoping if I could see her.”

She let her hand down, grinning. “You must be Elevadork.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s an inside joke,” said Harry.

“You can wait inside,” said the girl. “I’m Karolina, by the way. She’s just showering because she’s, and I quote, ‘will be too unlovable if smelling like chlorine.’”

Harry chuckled as Karolina led him to their hotel room. It was just like every other room he had seen, then he saw the same towel she had with her just a while ago when they were stuck with only each other’s company.

“He was nice, though. I wouldn’t mind seeing him again. By the way, we’re out of hair conditioner. My hair badly nee — Harry!” [Y/N] tumbled backwards to the bathroom with a different towel wrapped around herself. Harry’s eyes widened, and he turned around.

“He wanted to return your bag and ask you out,” said Karolina.

“That’s not what I actually said,” whispered Harry, turning crimson.

“Honey, trust me, it was definitely what you said,” laughed Karolina, patting him in the back. “You might want to change first.”

“I guess,” added Harry.

[Y/N] rushed to the get her clothes from one of the two beds and ran back to the shower, where she hastily pulled on her shirt and checkered pajama pants.

“She’s done changing, by the way,” said Karolina, patting Harry on the shoulder again as she left to pour iced tea for herself.

[Y/N] led Harry out, earning two thumbs up from Karolina, who was beaming up at the two of them. “How’d you find me?”

“Fate,” said Harry mockingly, as if from a show. She giggled. “I knocked on all the doors in this hallway.”

“To return a bag?”

“Sure, that, too. But mainly to ask if you’d like to get some — er — doughnuts with, uh, me. I really want to bring some up to —”

“Your friend’s dad, right,” [Y/N] cut out. “Are we still taking the elevator?”

“Yeah,” said Harry.

They finally reached the elevator, where they stood side by side.

“Aren’t you going to change first?” asked [Y/N].

“Nope,” said Harry, pressing the down button. He turned to [Y/N], looking at her shirt. “Does that say ‘Treacle Treat?’”

“Yeah, like as in Trick or Treat. See the pumpkin?” She pointed at the bottom part of her shirt.

“Oh, there it is.” The two were laughing even when they stepped into the elevator. They exchanged a knowing glance at the sight of scattered crumbs of doughnuts on the floor, not daring to talk about it in front of one another guest.

As the elevator began to go down, Harry realized he might as well believe in the lucky numbers. After all, if it weren’t for six, seven, and nine, he wouldn’t be here right now standing shoulder up to shoulder with the girl wearing a funky shirt.

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