#but its just a story bouncing around my head so not that worried about it

[tusserdoodle]

Asterblaze my girl. She has a lovers to enemies arc with her mate and I love that for her

She is small and soft but can kick your butt

[awrkive]

WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES — JJK (m.)

there haven't been a lot of people who have come into your life that became important to you – and you didn’t expect jeon jungkook to be one if it – not at all. but what started as a casual relationship turned into more than that, and now you find yourself deeply in love with him – and happily so.

or; your first "i love you" comes out completely wrong.

PAIRING cnbl!jungkook x cnbl!female reader

GENRE r18+ (SMUT, fluff) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WORD COUNT 11k of pure fluffy and smutty nonsense 😍 literally 90% of this is smut

WARNINGS/MISC fluff galore, cnbl jk is the father of all simps all men need to be like him fr, angst if u squint but like not really 😭, oc's tendencies to be avoidant of her feelings show up lol i still love u saur, best boy cnbl jk ):, he will disintegrate if he cant call her by a petname [ explicit sexual content: unprotected s*x (its just a fanfic its not that serious), panty sniffing (like very quick), dirty talking lol, c*nnilingus, they hold hands during it <3, VERY SLIGHT foot action but like its very fleeting lol u dont need to worry about it lmfao, multiple s*x positions, cowgirl position cos her eyes are pretty trope, good ole cre*mpies ], L b*mb drop and an ily kink develops. literally every paragraph theres an ily crying. anyways i think thats all feel free to inform me if i left out any

NOTES i have like 11 asks on my inbox asking about how cnbl couple is and what their label is are they official now etc etc and they've sitting there since bush administration </3 after two years of drought we are finally so back. i purposefully didnt answer any of th asks since i want to make a drabble for when they finally make things official so this is it awrkive nation🩷 this can be read as a standalone?? but like pls read cnbl first lol (also i thought i ate this title when i thought about it but now i realize it kinda sounds ass but its 2am so give me some slack. also this is unedited skjfdjkfhdk AND this will also be my last post before i go mia for the next few weeks due to big life happenings. leave ur thoughts in my inbox or reply section to get a cnbl jk to go🫂

ORIGINAL STORY [CNBL] | MAIN MASTERLIST

Jungkook loves when he gives it to you slow. Loves the heavy breathes that puff out of your mouth, the drawl out moans that give your mouth that lovely, erotic O-shape which image burns in his head for the next few days (two days, at the very least), and the way he can feel the exact moment when you clench and unclench around the ridges of his hard cock. 

But he also loves it when he jackhammers into your pussy, pounding in and out of it at a quick pace that your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers digging into his skin (or scalp), the staccato rhythm of your “oh”s and “ah”s that sound like real music to his ears, and the way your mouth hangs open as you utter sweet gibberish into the air because the pleasure he’s giving you feels too much. 

“Give it to me, give it to me,” you whisper against his mouth. On your back, you’re sprawled across his bed, your thighs resting on the crook of Jungkook’s elbows as he pounds  into you like he’s trying to win a contest.

There’s dried up tears on the side of your eyes, your lips swollen from the way you’ve been kissing for minutes, and Jungkook finds it hard to focus on one thing when you have your pussy gripping around him like a fucking vice, your breasts bouncing at his every quick thrust, and your pretty face looking at him like you just want nothing but cock. 

“Y-yeah, fuck—” Jungkook grunts, repeating the same motion of fucking into you at a pace so fast he can hear his bedframe hitting the wall when he thrusts back. He grips your thighs tight, veins popping out of his arms. “You like this, baby? Love when I fuck you quick and fast?” 

You nod your head, bottom lip caught in your teeth, looking up at him with those hooded eyes that Jungkook is near to losing his goddamn mind. God, you’re so fucking pretty it genuinely hurts him. Most especially his dick.

“Am I fucking you stupid, angel?” He slides out, and then enters you abruptly, making you cry out in pleasure. “I'm taking care of you so good you can't think straight, huh? Hm?’

“Y-yes!” You squeak out, grabbing to try and hold onto his biceps. Jungkook leans forward so you can find leverage on his body, his dick hitting deeper into your core at the movement. At the mewl that you let out, he stretches your legs higher until you almost feel like you’re being folded in half, with Jungkook jackhammering his dick into your tight pussy. 

"S-so good…" you whimpered, almost out of breath. 

Jungkook groans at the pretty sound. “Ngh– I feel fucking good, too, baby. You're so fucking pretty. Squeeze those tits for me.”

You oblige, grabbing your boobs and squishing them together. Jungkook revels at the sight, wanting nothing but to burn every second in memory. Sometimes, he wishes he can have some sort of copy of you two doing this… just a little something for your own private enjoyment. He hasn’t brought it up to you, mostly because he thinks you won’t necessarily be into the idea as much as he is. Will probably say no, or be partial to it at best.

Next time. He tells himself. 

“Fuck, fuck – fuck!” Jungkook grunts, sliding in and out of you, picking up his pace more, beginning to sound delirious at the sensation of your walls fluttering around his cock. It’s impossible the way you just grow tighter every second, clenching around him like you don’t have any intentions of letting go. 

“J-Jungkook—!” You cry out, arms reaching out for him, and when Jungkook sees the small stream of tears falling out from your eyes again, he can’t help but fuck you senseless. “Oh my god– ah– fuck, i-it feels so good, don’t stop, don’t stop.” 

He continues his movements, pounding into your pussy, tightening his hold on your hips. Your nails dig into his forearms, and your chest subtly moves up and down at every action that he makes. When you close your eyes, that’s when Jungkook knows that your climax is near, and so he stays consistent in his pace, just fucking into you deep and fast – just like how you like it now.

“Ah– there, Jungkook— oh god–!” You yelp, choking in your words, your pussy spasming around Jungkook’s cock until he feels that burst of hot white around his shaft. You reflexively let out a loud moan, but what you say next completely catches him off-guard. 

“It feels so good– I love you.” 

Jungkook staggers, dick slipping out of you momentarily at your sudden confession. But as he lets his gaze fall to your face, you have your eyes closed, lost in the moment, like how you usually are when you just orgasmed – and Jungkook knows he can’t talk to you at that state, nor can he ask to confirm what you just said.

So he looks down at where your bodies meet, shakily breathes when he sees the base of his cock getting covered in your cum, your juices dripping all over his dark sheets making a wet spot underneath you.

“F-fuck,” He hisses, quickening his pace to let himself go. 

He thinks about the sound of your “I love you”, how it falls prettily on your lips, and how good it would be to hear that one more fucking time.

Letting out a guttural groan, the thought completely tips him over the edge, and he grips his cock to shoot his cum into your swollen hole, painting your walls white just as you painted his shaft the same color with your own orgasm. 

Unexpectedly, he feels you gush the second time.

It’s cold and it’s hot at the same time – the sensation. It’s top three one of the best feelings a man could ever experience, and Jungkook is greedy – always greedy when it comes to you – that he pushes his cock back in to put it all in you, not wanting any to be wasted on the mattress. And just because he wants to hear that pretty moan from you again when he enters your cunt.

You do, making the hair on his body tingle. 

He drops down beside your body – more like on top of you, but a little off to the side – making sure to not put all his weight on you lest he hurts you. As usual, you receive him wholeheartedly with open arms, humming when he begins to suckle on your still rock-hard nipples, his hand shooting up to fondle the other one. Instantly, your hand caresses his hair.

“Kook.”

“Hm?” He hums against your breast. 

“I’m sore. Get your dick off me.” 

Jungkook frowns, but nonetheless acquiesces and slides out of you. He hisses when he feels your cum leaking out, about to insert a finger in you to stop it, but you take his temporary separation from you to stand up from the bed, leaving him on it alone. 

“Baby,” Jungkook calls – whines – really, looking at you with furrowed brows. 

You roll your eyes. “I’m not cockwarming you tonight. I’m going to the shower–” When you see him moving to get up from the bed as well, you shoot him a glare. “No. No funny business. I’ll just go clean up and you can too and then we’ll sleep.”

“I can clean you up.” Jungkook looks at you, wide-eyed. You look at him dryly. He sighs and then lets himself fall back to the bed, naked and all that, his dick still semi-hard against his stomach. “Okay, fine.” 

“Good.” 

He stares at your ass as you go to the bathroom, enjoying the view of your naked back before you disappear inside the room. 

Jungkook closes his eyes as he crosses his arms on the back of his head, thinking that maybe it’s good you didn’t let him in the shower with you because… how does he bring up the fact that you just said… it?

“I love you.” 

Did you… mean that? Like… you love him? Like, actually, love love him? 

It’s been eight months since your whole set up started. Four months of solely fucking and another four months of more fucking but you’ve actually both established that you like each other.

Of course, Jungkook feels more than that. He has for a long time now. He’s liked you since the first time you had sex and he started having deeper feelings for you every other day since then.

Needless to say, Jungkoon loves you.

Has for a long time now. 

But he didn’t say anything because he was scared that you would be scared. He felt like the luckiest guy on earth when you told him you liked him – and he felt pretty much untouchable when you two started exclusively dating each other four months ago. You’re definitely his girlfriend now and him your boyfriend – and sure, you haven’t had The Talk yet, but… now that you said you love him… that pretty much changes the course of everything…

Right? 

However, he finds himself pondering on it. 

Did you really mean that? Jungkook doesn’t think you’re the kind of person who just spout words as heavy as that confession, so you couldn’t have been insincere when you let that out. 

But… you were in the middle of sex, though. Did you just say it because you were in that position? Maybe you figured him out long ago now, have already known that he loves you, so you just said it to get him off? 

That’s probably not the case, he physically shakes his head. He knows that you know you don’t need to do anything else other than be underneath him or on top of him so he can release. Hell, your mere voice is even enough to tip him off the edge; there are countless incidents where he feels a certain kind of desperation for you, in the morning or in the middle of the night when you’re away and not in his arms, and he presses your name on his contact last, then what’s supposed to be an innocent call turns into something very much far from wholesome when he feels his dick twitch at the very sound of your voice and embarrassingly cums in his pants when you goad him about it. 

You know your tight hold on him. You don’t need to say I love you to get him off. 

But damn, did that really get him going more than usual.

“Shit.” Jungkook hisses, his head throbbing at the thoughts going haywire inside his head. His dick has calmed down now, soft in between his legs, and he’s starting to feel sticky, especially with the ruined sheets on his back. 

Standing up, he picks them up to put them in the hamper, grabbing a towel real quick to wrap around his lower half. 

When he finishes changing the bedsheets into fresh and clean ones, that’s when you step out of the shower. 

“I turned on the hot water for you.” You say, tightening your baby blue robe which is a pair of Jungkook’s own robe that he bought for you two two months ago.

Jungkook walks over to your direction and takes you by the waist to plant a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Thank you, angel,” he says. You give him a smile and he can’t help but give you a peck once again. “I made the bed.” 

“Thanks.” 

Jungkook stands there and he doesn’t notice that he’s staring until you point it out with an arched brow. 

“What?” 

With a surprised look, Jungkook takes himself out of his trance. “Oh, uh, nothing.” He gives you a hesitant smile. He’s actually thinking of asking you about the thing you said earlier. But right now, as he looks at you again, he finds himself a bit reluctant. “I’ll shower now.” 

You look at him weird and Jungkook chuckles as he leans down to kiss you again. 

When you break the contact, going over to his closet where a huge portion of your own clothes have already made its own way to, Jungkook thinks that maybe he’ll bring it up when he finishes showering. 

But as he steps back out of the shower ten minutes later, you’re already sprawled across the bed with your nightie on.

And as Jungkook steps closer to you, you’re fast asleep, soft snores coming out of your mouth, pretty and peaceful in your slumber. 

Jungkook smiles at the sight. 

Tomorrow. He’ll bring it up tomorrow instead. 

In the morning when Jungkook woke up, he didn't find you in his arms like he expected to. And when he looked through the notifications on his phone, your text told him that you already went for your 10 am class. Jungkook’s first one is at 2:30 in the afternoon. 

He intended to take you out for lunch in the afternoon, but when he called you, you said you had a meeting with your club and you’d only be free in the evening onwards. 

At 9:30pm, when all of Jungkook’s classes have ended, he sent you a text again, hoping you’d be free by the time. 

One whole day of not seeing your face and he was starting to feel a little on edge. 

[9:31pm] Jungkook: hi baby classes ended [9:31pm] Jungkook: hru i havent seen u at all today

Jungkook couldn’t help but send another one.

[9:32pm] Jungkook: i missed u. can i come over?

At that point, he was already over at the uni’s parking lot, going to the direction of his car and unlocking it when he got near. When he buckled himself into the driver’s seat, he hoped to see a reply from you. 

But nothing came.

When he arrived home at the end of the day, he took a quick half-bath and ate some leftovers in the fridge. 

As of now, as he settles himself onto his bed, he scrolls through your text thread, the Delivered button on his last text taunting him the longer he looks at it.

With furrowed brows, he begins to type up another message but then soon, the Delivered stamp changes to Read, and the three dancing dots on your end play on his screen, which somehow lightens his mood.

[10:45pm] princess🥰💓: Hello, Kook! So sorry for the late reply. I got caught up with classes and the long meeting with the club today [10:46pm] princess🥰💓: We apparently have to push the fall edition of the print a week earlier and I also have to revise some stuff in my thesis so I’m a bit tight on sched

Jungkook nods to himself upon reading the text message, feeling bad for you.

[10:47pm] Jungkook: ohh ic ic [10:47pm] Jungkook: do u want me to bring u food? 

[10:48pm] princess🥰💓: Like, youre coming over? 

[10:48pm] Jungkook: yeahh [10:48pm] Jungkook: if u want 

Jungkook waits as the bubbles appear and disappear on your end, until he receives your final reply.

[10:50pm] princess🥰💓: Hmm I appreciate it but Im over at Hana’s right now. Club stuff. And then I’ll go home later to work on my paper

Pouting, Jungkook sighs as he reads your message. He really wants to see you today… he misses your pretty face and your voice and your touch.

But he doesn’t really want to push. You’re very anal about your personal space, especially when it relates to your academics. 

Letting out another heavy sigh again, he tells you to give him a call when you’re at your place. 

He doesn't receive any.

“Hey,”

“What the—” You see the librarian from across the room immediately eyeing you with a deadly stare. Mouthing a shameful “sorry”, you clutch your chest, turning to the embodied voice again properly this time. Only to get taken aback. “Oh hey… hi.”

Jungkook stands in front of you and he looks so… handsome – nothing new or groundbreaking, per se. He always looks like that. With only a simple combo of grey hoodie and black cargo pants, his backpack slung over one shoulder, he can probably outmodel professionals on the runway. Though, the way he looks so comfy is making you want nothing but to snuggle him. 

“Busy day?” He asks, pertaining to the laptop and stack of books on your table. Placing his bag on the floor underneath the table, he takes the seat beside you. 

“Yeah… I'm writing an essay right now.” You offer him a small smile. It feels like you haven't seen each other for weeks, but the truth is, it's just been over two days since you were at his place.

“I see. Do you mind me here?”

“Nope. You can do whatever you want.”

"Can I kiss you then?" He asks and that makes you pause. 

Looking around, you take note that there aren’t a lot of people in the library anymore as it’s already late. There’s the librarian a few feet away from you, but he’s currently busy doing something on his computer. With a quiet chuckle, you face Jungkook and say, “Do you need to ask?” 

Jungkook shrugs, already leaning towards you. “I just feel like it.”

“It's fine, Kook.” you turn your head to him, and he does not waste any second, closing the gap between you both and capturing your lips in his for a soft kiss.

You sigh in his mouth. You miss him so much and he smells so good it calms your insides. You've been stressing over the essay you’re writing, but all that seems to die down as a result from the exchange with Jungkook.

God, you really need to talk to him. 

“Missed you.” He says once your faces are apart. He pecks your lips one more time for good measure and gives you that adorable bunny smile of his.

“We saw each other, like, two days ago.” You chuckle, making sure to muffle the sound.

Scooting his chair closer to you, Jungkook whines in your ear, “Too long.” When you look at his face, there's a small hint of pout on his lips. 

“Well, we're here now.”

“Really?” Jungkook raises his brow. “Then let's get out of here. You can write your essay at my place and I'll cook you dinner and then we can binge watch the third season of Twin Peaks.” 

“You haven't even started on the first season, why are you watching the third.” You say with an incredulous tone. 

“Doesn't matter.”

It does matter. 

Jungkook has driven you both to his place. When he turned on his TV, you told him you can just start Twin Peaks all over again so he can understand what he's watching, but he insisted that he was gonna know the context eventually – fast forward, he did not. So here he currently is, asking you who everybody is and what’s the context of what they’re saying, and as much as you love his company, people posing questions after questions while watching something will never not be a pet peeve of yours. 

“Baby,” you start. Jungkook looks at you with doe eyes. You cup his face and stare at him seriously. “You're annoying me.”

He lets out a gasp. 

A literal, audible gasp. 

“That hurt. Please tell me you're joking.” Jungkook says that, but you can see the playful glint in his eyes as you squint yours at him.

He made you bulgogi and you both devoured the last of it five minutes ago – and you're thankful for his kindness and generosity but god—

You push on his chest lightly. “Then stop asking. I told you we can just watch the first season but then you want to jump into the last one, of course you're gonna be confused.”

“Yeah but you already watched all of it. I didn't want you to get bored.” Jungkook pouts. You stare at him for a while and you kind of hate that he’s so handsome and so cute at the same time it makes it hard for you to completely be annoyed with him.

There's a fond look on your face when you roll your eyes again. Scooting closer to him on the couch, you plant a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“You're really sweet, Kook, but why don't we just watch a movie or something.”

He leans down to kiss your mouth. “Alright. You pick the movie and I'll go grab some chips from the pantry.”

You smile at him before he disappears to fetch some food, leaving you to browse through the catalog. When he returns shortly, you muse, “You're really nice and sweet to me today. What's up?”

Jungkook scoffs, as if offended by what you said. “Am I not nice and sweet every other day?”

“That's not what I meant. You're just extra sweet and extra nice tonight— I mean, you usually put up a fight on who picks the movies.”

“I let you win every time though?” He says and you nod in thought. 

“True.” Looking back to the television, you hover over the Notting Hill poster. Thinking that the description sounds interesting, you click on it. As the movie loads, you turn your gaze to Jungkook and nudge his leg. “But still…”

He can’t help but chuckle at your persistence. Gathering your feet on his lap, he leans back and retorts, “I just missed you so much. Is that bad?”

You don't anticipate the way he lifts one of your legs, holding your ankle up and then putting a kiss on it. 

It makes blood rush to your cheeks. With his mussed hair and the grey hoodie and cargo pants from earlier changed into a simple white shirt and grey sweatpants, he looks comfy you just want to jump him and bite him and kiss him all at the same time. 

Damn. He really makes you feel a whole lot of things you're starting to think you need an intervention.

You’ve never been so attracted to somebody before. It may be because you know you’re past the point of being just attracted to him.

And then there’s that beat in your heart again. The flip-flopping and the weird feeling in your stomach.

You look away from his intense gaze. “No.”

You hear him let out a low chuckle, a sound so attractive you feel the hair on every part of your body standing up. 

“Come here.” he puts your legs away from his lap, much to your little disappointment. But he beckons you to come close to him, and so you do, leaving your lying position from the couch to go over to where he is. You don't know whether you're gonna place yourself beside him or what, but he beats you to it as he takes your thighs and guides you to straddle him. 

You do so without any words, following his lead. You feel heat creeping up your neck when you finally land on his lap, his arms circling around you. 

“Why do you still smell like flowers even after a whole day?” It's followed with him sniffing the juncture between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent. 

You flinch 'cause it tickles a little. He always does and says that shit and you can't help but laugh, always not knowing what to say to that. But Jungkook doesn’t seem to need your input, anyway. 

He squeezes your body, hugging you tighter to him. 

“I really missed you, you know?”

You giggle. “Yeah, you said that the third time now.”

“You're keeping count but why can't you just say you miss me too?” He pulls away, making sure to face you so you see the pout on his face. 

You peck his lips. “That's because I don't.” You joke, earning a glare.

“Wow, first you say I'm annoying and now you apparently didn't miss me?” You're sure he's joking but the frown on his face makes you think that maybe somewhere in his head, he's thinking otherwise.

You smile at him. “I was just kidding, Kook. Of course I missed you too. And thank you for the food.” You say against his lips, leaning down to kiss him again. 

“Does that mean you’re done avoiding me now?” 

Breaking away from the kiss, you look at him in surprise, taken aback by his words. 

“What?” you say, confused. 

Jungkook arches a brow. You both stare into each other’s eyes but then his gets way too intense that you can’t help but look away. That’s when you hear him sigh. 

“Baby, talk to me.” Jungkook cups your jaw with his palm, gently directing your face towards his. “I don’t like when we don’t talk. You clearly have something on your mind. What is it? Is it something I can fix?” 

Hearing his words makes your heart melt and your brain turn into mush. Is it something I can fix? Jesus.

How can you not fall for him when he says things like that? 

“Did I do something wrong?” Jungkook asks when you don’t say a thing. 

That earns him an instant, aggressive shake of your head. 

“No, Jungkook. You didn’t do anything wrong, not at all,” you say, planting your palms on his shoulders to assure him. You see the slight hint of smile on the curve of his lips. “It’s, uh, it’s me…” you trail off, not sure how to navigate your next words. You take note of the way Jungkook’s eyebrows meet in confusion. “I’ve just been… feeling weird lately.” 

At that, his confusion grows even more, but it’s more out of concern instead of perplexity. 

“What’s wrong, angel? You don’t feel okay?” He says, caressing your face as if he’ll find the issue there. He looks so willing to just get you to okay and it makes your heart beat a little faster than usual.

“No– I mean, I feel okay. It’s not that,” you shake your head, shy at his doting. When he waits for your next words, you can’t help but bury your face in the crook of his neck as you say— more like whisper— against his skin, “I told you I love you the other day.” 

You feel Jungkook stilling under you. And it makes you nervous. Heart racing against your ribcage, you can’t find it in yourself to break away from your hold on him because that would mean you have to look into his eyes – and you don’t want to. Your cheeks feel so hot and you feel like throwing up. Your emotions are all over the place and Jungkook’s prolonged silence isn’t helping at all. 

But suddenly, those thoughts die down when you feel him relaxing underneath you, his arms wrapping around your waist. You feel a weight on the crown of your head and with a gentle rub on your back, Jungkook whispers against your hair, “I love you, too.” 

That makes you instantly look up from him. When you see his face, his lips are curved into a soft smile. 

With furrowed brows, you voice out your concern. 

“You don’t need to say it back just ‘cause I told you that.” 

Now, it’s Jungkook’s turn to be confused. 

“I’m not saying it just ‘cause you said it, baby.” He looks so sincere and for a moment, you feel bad for doubting him for a second. Jungkook must’ve noticed the look on your face as he cups your jaw again, angling it towards him. You feel his smile against your mouth when he presses his lips to yours. “I'm in love with you, __. I have been for the past few months now.” 

Your eyes widen a bit when he calls you by your name.

Jungkook has always liked calling you by every endearing pet name in the world that you’re lowkey convinced he forgot your real name at this point, but when the sweet syllable rolls off his tongue, you can’t help but melt. 

He doesn’t seem to notice your surprise, though. Just breaks away from the contact you’re both engaged in and he takes your wrist in his hand, lifting it to his face to kiss the skin on the side of your palm. 

The action was so momentary and brief but it doesn’t deter the fact that it made your heart jump. 

You think it’s funny how you feel so much whenever he’s around. You think it’s funny that you feel so giddy – even after all this time. 

You think it’s funny that before the whole thing started, you’ve never considered this ever happening but here you are, completely elated over the fact that you’re in love with Jeon Jungkook and he feels the same way too. 

“You have?” You say, voice quiet. He nods, humming, leaning to your palm when you put it over his cheek. “Since when?” 

“The first time we went to that abandoned house.” 

Your lips part at the declaration. That was… that happened so long ago. Nearly four months from the present.

“That long?” You blink a few times at him, not really sure how to react to that confession. 

Jungkook chuckles lowly, pressing a kiss to your thumb again. You like how his instinct is to always have a form of physical contact with you whenever you’re around. You don’t know if he knows that himself, but you’ve definitely observed that for the past few months you’ve been “exclusively” seeing each other and it just… absolutely melts you. 

“I know… I’m a bit of a coward for not telling you sooner. But I didn’t want to scare you off.” Jungkook says admittedly, and his last sentence makes your heart twinge. 

He didn’t want to scare you off. Of course he’d think that. You had a total breakdown at the prospect of him opening up to you just four months ago – before you told him you liked him.

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat. “I— yeah. I was in my head over the past two days, you know?” 

Jungkook’s face etches into a look of concern. “Hm?” 

Nodding your head slowly, you find comfort in tracing random shapes and lines on his chest instead. 

“These feelings… they’re not new. I didn’t just wake up one day and realized I love you. I felt it during the time when we woke up together in bed for the first time at your place. I felt it when you drove three hours from your parents’ house to my dorm just ‘cause I told you I missed you. I felt it when you stayed up late with me just so you could help me make my flash cards. I—” you look away, suddenly embarrassed at what you’re saying. It’s not like you to say so much. Not like you to show and voice out this extent of your emotion. “I remember the times I felt I loved you for the briefest of moments in the past three months, but lately, I can't stop thinking about it and suddenly, I can’t count on my fingers anymore how many times I felt I love you. I loved you every hour of last week and yesterday I loved you even more.” 

You watch as Jungkook looks at you with parted lips. Awe-struck? You don’t want to hype yourself up too much. So you look away, keeping your eyes focused on his white shirt. 

“And what about today?” Jungkook suddenly speaks. 

You free your bottom lip from your teeth and finally look Jungkook in the eyes. “I love you more than I did yesterday. And tomorrow I’ll do the same.” 

“Fuck.” Jungkook utters, bowing his head. His tone's a mix of incredulity, amusement, and joy at the same time. When he looks up at you again, he looks at you with so much sparkle in his eyes you’re starting to think you’re a fool for not noticing earlier the love they hold for you in them. “I just… wow.” 

Your eyebrows meet in confusion. 

Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. “I just… I had this huge confession in my head, you know? I– uh– I wrote it in my notes app.” 

Suddenly, the serious atmosphere breaks as you can’t help but laugh. “What?”

With a small pout, Jungkook continues, “I’m not good with words, you know that. So, I had this big confession planned out. I was gonna tell you in detail how much I love you, but after hearing what you just said… I forgot about everything I tried to memorize last night.” 

Now you’re giggling in his lap. Just trying to visualize him typing on his phone while figuring out what to say to you and him studying it, memorizing the lines…

You're so glad it's him you fell for.

“Don’t laugh,” he scolds, but there's a hint of playfulness that lies underneath it. Jungkook inserts his hand under your shirt and starts rubbing the skin of your waist. “Truth is that I was afraid when you started avoiding me. Thought I’d lose you again.” 

His vulnerable confession makes you stop completely. There’s a certain melancholy in his eyes when he mentions it, and you feel like scolding yourself for even causing that. 

“What I did wasn’t the most mature way to go about it. I’m sorry,” you start. Sighing, you adjust yourself on his lap to get more comfortable. “Uh… I guess I was just embarrassed and wanted to have time to compose myself.” 

“What were you embarrassed for?” 

There’s heat that spreads to your cheeks. For a brief second, you consider lying, but then you remember honesty. It’s what got you both here. Just being open to each other and communicating. 

“Jungkook, no one wants their first I love you said during sex.” You deadpan. 

“Oh.” He blinks. 

At that, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Exactly.” 

“What’s wrong with that, though?” Jungkook furrows his brows. But his tone borders on teasing when he continues, “You know what they say? Make a girl cum one and she’ll love you, make a girl cum twice and she’ll actually tell you she loves you.” 

“Oh my god.” you groan, jabbing at his chest slightly and taking off your legs off the couch so that you stop straddling him.

Jungkook bursts into laughter and is quick to grab your waist, effectively pulling you back to him again. It results in you falling haphazardly into his lap, which he takes as an opportunity to cage you in a hug and guide you on your back to hover on top of you. 

“I’m kidding, baby,” he whispers against your cheek. “I’m kidding.” 

You inhale a sharp breath when he starts kissing along your jaw. “Good.” 

“I really appreciate you for saying all those things. I wish I can be as eloquent as you,” He tips your jaw with his fingers so that you look at him. “You’re a poet, __.” 

That makes you smile. You secretly like when he calls you by all these petnames... but the way your name rolls of his tongue just hits a lot more different.

“As long as you love me back, Kook.” you say, pushing his bangs off his forehead so that you can look at his face wholly. 

“I love you.” He confesses, kissing your lips.

“I love you too.” you smile. 

Jungkook pecks your lips one more time and suddenly follows it up with another one. Soon, you’re a giggling mess underneath him on the couch when he keeps it up until it tickles. 

“Jungkook,” you whine, wriggling under him and avoiding his mouth.

This only makes Jungkook chuckle in the crook of your neck, halting his cute assault on your lips. When the high of the laughter comes off, you feel a wet trail of kisses down to the base of your neck, and suddenly, Jungkook’s hands are under your shirt, rubbing along the bare skin of your waist. While he peppers open-mouthed pecks on your neck, his fingers trail upwards until they’re on your bare tits. 

“Oh,” you let out a low moan when his palm squeezes around the flesh.

It earns a groan from Jungkook, who presses himself closer to you. And it’s when you feel the growing need on his crotch area – his dick poking your stomach as he stays lapping up your neck. 

“Jungkook,” you call him again. It takes Jungkook a few seconds to look up at you. When he does, his long hair is a mess on his head and his eyes are hooded in that drunken-like state, lips wet from his previous ministrations. 

“Hm?” He hums, gives both your boobs a good squeeze again, making you sigh out. Jungkook continues to touch you, fondling your breasts in his hand as he starts kissing up your jaw instead. 

“I want you.” you whisper against the air, closing your eyes at the sensation of his touch. 

He feels so good on you. You want to take off your stupid clothes.

“Shit,” Jungkook hisses, giving an involuntary thrust against your crotch that made you both groan. “Fuck. I want you, too, baby— god, let me just—” 

You whine when he breaks away from you, but you watch in awe as he makes quick work of kneeling in between your legs, peeling off the white shirt from his body with one arm from the back in a swift motion. He throws it on the floor and swipes his hair out of his face, and in that brief moment, with his toned abdomen and inked arm, you nearly melt.

“Can I take off your shorts?” He asks, but he already has his fingers hooked over the bottom you’ve changed into when you got into his apartment. Giving him a nod, you help him in taking off the garment by lifting your bum off the sofa. Jungkook, ever the expert in the art of taking off your clothes, does it quick, the shorts landing on the floor together with his shirt, forming a small heap. Bottoming out, he takes your thighs in the crook of his elbows and scoot your body closer to his. The angle is a bit awkward from where you lie, and Jungkook makes your cheeks burn when he turns his head to the side to kiss your knee. “So beautiful, baby. Your legs are so smooth.”

“Stop talking,” you say, embarrassed. 

Jungkook chuckles at your reaction, already used to it. His face leans even closer and soon he has the tip of his nose on your panty-cladded core. Like clockwork, he takes a subtle sniff, closing his eyes for a little while at the scent, gripping your thighs tighter at the action. 

If you weren’t a heating mess before, you’re near on combustion now. Surely, Jungkook knows what this does to you. 

“You smell so good. Such a pretty girl,” he grunts. Then, he presses a kiss to your pussy which makes your breath hitch. 

“Jungkook,” you let out a whine for the nth time. “Don’t tease.” 

He shushes you out, clicking his tongue as if you did something wrong. 

You capture your bottom lip in your teeth. Jungkook cups your jaw so you can look at him when he says, “Be patient, princess. I’ll give you what you want. Always.” His voice is gentle and soft, and you know he means it. 

Still, you give him a pout. 

“I wanna fuck.” 

He chuckles, low and sounding so attractive when he brings his fingers through his hair again. It doesn’t help that you can clearly see the outline of his dick getting bigger inside his grey sweats. Damn those joggers for real. 

“Okay,” Jungkook smiles down at you. “Take your shirt off.” 

You make quick work of removing your shirt off to reveal your naked body to him. At this point, only your underwear and his pants are the only things keeping you apart. 

As usual, Jungkook zeroes in on your body instantly, paying the most attention to your tits. According to him, they’re two of his most favorite things in the world and as much as you’d like to call bullshit on that, it really does seem like he’s not joking about it at all. 

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook brings your legs down gently, sliding on top of your body and hovering as he quickly fondles your boobs with his huge palms. “Fuck, you’re so soft.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cleavage. Not wasting any more time, he latches his tongue around a nipple, and you automatically hold onto his head for support when the sensation nearly knocks you off the couch.

Despite that little movement from you, Jungkook continues to lap at your breasts. Licking and tugging at your nipple to get it hard, paying attention to the other one by pinching it and simultaneously squeezing. As seconds pass, Jungkook alternates between your breasts, and as he does so, you feel your core starting to heat up, your need growing bigger. 

“B-baby,” you sigh out, gripping his hair tighter which makes him grunt. “I want you.” 

“I know, baby, I know.” He whispers against your skin. You’re about to whine some more when Jungkook finally leaves your chest to pepper kisses down your stomach. When he gets near your nether region, he guides your legs to hook over his shoulder. “These gotta go.” He says about your panties, and you’re more than willing to help him take it off you. 

The moment it's no longer on you, Jungkook hisses at the sight, head leaning down to finally plant his mouth on your pussy. 

The first lick feels ecstatic just like it always does. With Jungkook lapping up a big stripe over the length of your core, you keep your bucking to a minimum, holding onto his hair instead.

“Taste so fucking good, I can never get enough of you,” he says before he dives in again. Jungkook has this thing when he eats pussy. He always does it like he’s making out with your mouth, his tongue prodding at every seams, wrapping your labia around his lips and being messy with it.

Jungkook breaks away for a while as you hear a sound of spit, followed by the cold sensation of his saliva dripping down to your hole. Soon, you feel Jungkook’s thumb beginning to rub your clit, resulting in a ragged breathing from your lungs. 

“F-fuck,” you moan, tightening your hold on his hair you’re sure you’re pulling on his scalp. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me. So sensitive,” Jungkook says as he picks up the pace of his thumb. “Ain’t that right, pretty girl? All for me, right? This is all for me, hm?” 

“Y-yes!” you squeak out when you feel him prodding his tongue at your entrance again. His finger is fast against your sensitive bud, with his tongue lapping up the juices that eagerly come out of your hole. Jungkook makes out with your pussy like he would with your mouth, and with the tip of his nose touching your skin at this proximity, you can't say you’re not close to the edge. And embarrassingly so – because he’s just gotten started and you already feel like cumming.

“Sh–shit,” Jungkook hisses. He shifts his thumb with his tongue this time in stimulating your clit, using two fingers instead to stretch your pussy out open just so he can see the way it throbs and flutters at his every action. It’s a sinful sight, really, the way you’re so open and wet for him. 

Soon after, Jungkook’s getting a little more aggressive in the way he pushes his head closer to your core, jaw working to devour your mound, two digits inserting themselves in your aching hole that somehow satisfies your need to be filled at the very moment. 

And you’re a panting mess beneath him – trying so hard to muffle the moans from your mouth. Jungkook’s gotten a total of three noise complaints for the past 4 months you’ve been fucking at his place – and even though he tells you not to worry, you find that it’s hard to believe when the one time that you got to ride in the elevator with his neighbor, she looked at you both like she knew you’ve done something. 

Never again. 

As if having read your thoughts, Jungkook breaks away for a while to say, “Don’t hold back, gorgeous. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours.” 

Your cheeks burn with heat as you see his wet jaw and plump lips when you glance down. When your gazes meet, Jungkook inserts his middle and ring fingers in his mouth, and when he pops them back out all wet with his saliva, he pushes them into your hole, lax in his movements, looking right into your eyes as he does so. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, holding onto his wrist automatically when he pumps his digits into you faster than his pace earlier. 

“There,” Jungkook smirks. “Moan for me, angel.” 

“J-jungkook– oh my god– ah–!” 

Jungkook goes back to leaning his head down and soon enough, his mouth is back on your pussy, simultaneously sucking your clit and licking around your labia, all the whole sliding his fingers in and out of you, you can feel yourself dripping down the leather of his couch. 

“Fuck,” you sigh out, suddenly feeling overstimulated. 

Jungkook picks up his pace and you feel a sting on the sides of your eyes as the pleasure begins to build up. Your hold on his wrist falls off and as if he knows exactly what you’re looking for, he reaches for your hand with his free one, interlocking your fingers together as you see him look up at you while he eats you out. 

“Oh god,” you mewl, reaching down with your other arm to swipe his fringes off his forehead so you can see him better. 

Jungkook stares intently at you as you do the same watching him licking your core enthusiastically. You let your head fall back at a particularly delicious lick, and soon after, you feel that familiar zap that starts on your toes that goes right up to your stomach. 

“K-kook,” you call pathetically, swallowing the lump in your throat. It feels somewhat dry at this point. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of his tongue flicking your clit, saying, “I’m cumming.” 

Jungkook keeps his movements of your pussy, not relenting even when you grab his hair a little too tight, and you feel like you’re breaking off his fingers’ joints by the way you’re gripping it so hard.

“I’m cum– there, fuck, that feels so good– I’m cumming!” 

The knot in your stomach snaps and you feel a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy when it does so. You hear Jungkook groaning in between your legs, his licking becoming more messy as you feel him use three fingers to rub over your core like a greedy man wanting everything to be his. 

“Jungkook…” you sigh out, your fingers easing their hold onto his, already feeling sensitive after your release. You look down at Jungkook only to see the crown of his head as keeps lapping up your wetness. He hums in your pussy and you know you can’t keep him off there for awhile so you wait, running your fingers through his hair soothingly, feeling bad for almost ripping it out awhile ago. “Kook, I’m sensitive.”

“Hm.” He hums to acknowledge you. He licks one last stripe before he lets go, easing off your thighs on the sofa and trailing kisses on your stomach and breasts until he’s eye level to you. “Love how you taste,” he says, kissing you, and your cheeks burn with heat when you feel your orgasm off his mouth. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at you with a smile you can only identify as lovesick. “I love you.” 

That makes you melt. 

You thought it would feel weird to hear him say it. But you think about the future and how there would be more like this, with Jungkook telling you he loves you in more shared random moments and you can’t help but mirror the smile he has on his stupid handsome face. 

“I love you.” you say, initiating another kiss. 

When Jungkook presses his body to you, that’s when you feel his cock poking into your stomach. You assume he’s even more rock hard now, given the previous events. 

Sneakily inserting your hand between your bodies, you try to reach for the bulge in his pants and when you take a hold of his dick, Jungkook grunts. 

“Babe,” he whines and breaks away from your lips and buries his face in the crook of your neck instead.

“It’s completely unfair how you still have your pants on while I’m completely naked.” You say, palming him through his sweats. You feel Jungkook tense above you, and when you give him a particularly hard squeeze, he retaliates with a bite on your shoulder that makes you squeal. “What the hell was that for?” 

“For teasing me,” Jungkook says, finally looking at you. He grabs your arm, kisses the side of your wrist before he hauls himself off you completely, planting his feet on the floor while you lay there on the couch bare and cold. But that doesn’t last long as you feel him picking you up with ease — bridal style. 

“Jesus,” you bury your face in his chest out of embarrassment. You’re all naked and he’s carrying you towards his bedroom in this ridiculous position. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook just laughs and as he reaches his bedroom, he closes the door lightly with his foot. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” He says when he puts you down on the mattress. He has that smarmy smirk on his face as he gets out of his grey sweatpants slowly. You’ve had the inkling he wasn’t wearing any underwear considering that it felt like there was not that much of a barrier when you held them there earlier – but it still takes your breath away when he’s left completely in his naked form, stiff and red-tipped cock standing to attention in his lower abdomen. Arching a brow at you, he trudges over to the edge of the bed and with the deep timbre of his voice, he calls you, “Scoot over here, love.” 

The new endearment definitely catches you off guard. Love. Is that something he’s gonna be calling you from now on? 

You definitely don’t mind. 

You follow his instructions and let your body move closer towards the bottom, making Jungkook hum in approval. 

“That’s a good girl.” Suddenly, Jungkook yanks your legs to his direction and you gasp in surprise, only to realize the position you’re both in. 

He’s standing right over the edge of the bed while he guides your legs to rest over his shoulders.

Jungkook and you have tried a lot of positions since you established your thing, but surprisingly, this has never been one of them and you find yourself curious as to what he’ll do next. 

His tattooed bicep flexes as he trails his finger up your naked thighs, making the hairs on your body tingle, especially your pussy which is all bare for his own viewing. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you watch as Jungkook turns his head to the side, and a gasp catches in your throat when he begins kissing up your calf. When his mouth nears your toes, you nearly yank it out of his hold. 

“K-kook,” you stammer, but all Jungkook does is pay you a momentary look and a non-committal hum, turning back to your feet again where he presses a tentative kiss to your big toe. When he feels you wriggle it in his hold once again, he turns to you with furrowed brows. You look away. “It’s uhm…” 

When you don’t say anything, Jungkook fills you in. “You don’t like it?” 

You feel your cheeks burning even hotter. Fucking hell. 

“No– I mean. Uh. I don’t know?” You knit your brows, confused yourself. You’ve never really thought about dabbling into the more adventurous aspect of sex but Jungkook has changed that ever since – right now, though, what he’s trying to do is confusing you. You’re sure you’ve never thought about feet and sex at the same sentence – but when Jungkook kissed your toes, that might have— 

Oh god. No freaking way he’s trying to give you a foot kink. 

“That’s okay,” Jungkook smiles at you warmly. “I was just gonna kiss them, baby. I love every part of you—” he presses a kiss back to your calf again. Staring deep into your eyes, he tells you gently, “But I’m not gonna do anything you don’t and won’t like, love.” 

It seems like the new unlocked petname is doing all things because you could just feel the sudden gush of wetness coming out of you as soon as he said that. Jungkook must’ve noticed, paying a quick look to your pussy and scoffing in amusement as he sees it. 

“You like that? Love? Hm?” He caresses your thighs again, his other fingers trailing dangerously close to your core. “Seems like me calling you love gets you wet. What about I love you? Does it get you wet just like how it gets me hard when you say it as well?”

When Jungkook presses his thumb to your clit again, you moan, feeling him continue his ministrations. You hold your breath when he begins picking up the pace of his rubbing, and with your position, it gives you an opportunity to spread your legs even more, feeling Jungkook hiss at the action. 

“Fuck. You really are so pretty. I’m so fucking lucky you love me,” Jungkook says. He talks sweet but you hear a sound of spit coming from him to your pussy, his saliva dripping down your core, making you mewl. “I’m gonna make love to you all night. Show you how much I love you.” Jungkook whispers as he pushes a finger into your hole, sliding in and out. “Look at what you do to me, love.” 

You open your eyes to see what he’s talking about, and when you zero in on his cock, it impossibly became bigger, the tip an angry shade of red now. It looks so tight and rigid and veiny that you want to whine to touch it – but you decide to lay still, anticipating his next move. 

“Put it in me,” you say, sounding challenging. 

“I will, just gotta make sure you’re all ready.” Jungkook muses before he inserts his finger once again. It glides in pretty easily, and you’re sure that you’re more than ready to take his cock. 

Grunting, Jungkook pulls you closer and lets go of one of your thighs to grip his dick. He gives it a good squeeze twice before he puts it against the lips of your pussy. 

“Oh god,” you moan at the weight of him. 

“Shit.” Jungkook hisses. You know he’s feeling the exact same way you do. 

When he prods the tip at your entrance, you nearly squeal in delight. Instead, you grip the sheets behind you and look at the way Jungkook’s brows knit in concentration as he grips the base of his cock to enter you fully.

You both moan in unison when the first inch gets inserted, with Jungkook gripping your other thigh tighter and inhaling a sharp breath. Jungkook enters you slowly and arduously, like he’s savoring every second that your pussy swallows every part of his cock. 

“You– fuck– you love a big cock but you’re so fucking tight,” He groans as he begins to slide in the remaining inches, getting both your thighs together again. 

“It’s your fault,” you retaliate, hissing when he begins to move a little inside you. It doesn’t hurt the least bit – you were already way too wet from your first orgasm on the couch of his living room – but in this position, his cock feels deeper and it just feels so damn good. 

“How is it– shit– my fault?” Jungkook grunts, beginning to pick up his pace. “I fuck you almost everyday.” 

“Oh god—” you moan when he hits a little too deep at a particular thrust. “You’re so big, that’s why– fuck.”

“Hah.” Jungkook scoffs, bottoming out to enter you again. “Play with your tits for me, baby. Fuck, I love them so much.” 

You grab your breasts, thankful at the suggestion because they’re bouncing a little from his pounding and you’re sure they’re gonna be sore the next day. 

Needless to say, Jungkook likes what he sees as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you at a steady, slow pace. 

There are two sides to Jungkook when it comes to sex. Sometimes, he likes to do it fast with jackhammer thrusts that makes you question his stamina and strength – not rough, because he told you you’re too much of a pillow princess for that (you rolled your eyes at him so hard and he only laughed at you, telling you it’s actually because he didn’t like the thought of hurting you in any way), and you admittedly love that. It’s what got the words “I love you” out of your mouth in the first place. Intense fucking coupled with intense emotions are a combination you now realize is dangerous – but right now, as he pounds into you slowly, making you feel every ridge of his cock, you realize it’s your favorite. 

There’s something so intimate about the way Jungkook closes his eyes when he seemingly tries his very best to contain his strength as he enters you with his dick. It’s weirdly hot when he inhales a sharp breath to regulate his breathing, brows furrowed in concentration. Like this, you get to feel every moment of where you both started and where you end. 

And when Jungkook leans down on the bed, folding you in half at the action, his dick hits deeper as he plants his palms on the mattress, is cock continuing their ministrations in your cunt. 

He grunts in your hair, grabbing your breast and squeezing it hard in his palm which earns a moan from you. Jungkook looks at you and kisses your parted mouth. 

“I love you,” he says when he breaks away, kissing your cheek. Then the tip of your nose. And then the space between your eyebrows. “I love you so much.” 

You giggle. In the middle of sex. When his cock is snug deep in your pussy. 

“You’re a sap.” you can’t help but cup his face in your hand, grinning at him widely. 

“Where’s my– shit– I love you back?” Jungkook knits his brows, thrusting in and out of you still. He grips your hip with one hand, and there are balls of sweat on his forehead starting to form at the exertion from his body. 

“Of course I love you too, baby,” You say. “Kiss me.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait any more second and leans down to capture your lips into an open-mouthed kiss. You don’t break away until his hips stutter, indicating his impending orgasm. 

He’s usually the one who whispers all those sweet nothings in your ear when you’re on the brink of your climax, but this time around, you tell him how much you love his cock, how it’s made for you, and how much you want to keep making love to him all night – and that’s how he breaks.

“F-fuck,” Jungkook groans as he shoots his hot white orgasm inside you, his voice strained as he finishes off with a few more erratic thrusts. “Oh god.” 

“That’s it, Kook, cum for me,” you whisper against his lips, your legs already sliding off his shoulder. You can’t help but moan against his mouth when you feel him cumming more.

“I love you, angel.” Jungkook says and kisses you again. 

You reciprocate the kiss and hope he feels the smile you have on your lips. 

You don’t really expect to cum again – but then Jungkook suddenly palms your ass and taps both cheeks. 

“Cum for me a second time.” He says, pecking the side of your lips. 

You shake your head. As much as you’d love to, you feel like you’re actually about to break tonight. 

“It’s fine—” 

But Jungkook cuts you off quickly. “Please?” 

And how can you say now when he looks like… that? His sex afterglow puts every man in the movies to shame. And you’re just human prone to giving in – especially when it comes to him specifically.

“Okay.” You say, tapping his cheek with a smile. “How do you want me?” 

“Want you to ride me.” He whispers. “Wanna see your pretty eyes while you’re bouncing on my cock.” 

You ignore the flutter in your heart at his words.

Jabbing at his chest lightly, you roll your eyes at him and let him get off you to position himself against the headboard of the bed. Jungkook grins when you soon plant your folded legs on both sides of him, helping you put his still erect dick inside your still sopping wet pussy. 

You both hiss at the sensation, with you closing your eyes at the way he feels. Meanwhile, Jungkook doesn’t waste any second and dives into your breasts immediately, tugging and sucking at your nipples, squeezing and fondling at the flesh, and moaning when you begin to move up and down on his lap. 

“S-so good,” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, fumbling with the hair on his nape. 

“That’s it, love. Doing so well.” He leaves your breasts in favor of your jaw, peppering kisses there until he makes a stop at your lips again. Jungkook finds solace in holding your hips as you move on your own, and as he watches your closed eyes and parted mouth, he leans back to the headboard, looking at the image of you at the very moment – wishing he could burn it into memory. 

“My god– ah—” You begin to speed up your pace, concentrating on the way Jungkook’s cock seemingly hardens at your every drop and fall. 

Soon after, you feel Jungkook sneaking his hands in your pussy, and when you plant one of your palms on the mattress leaning back, Jungkook rubs your clit to help you reach your climax.

You feel yourself leaking on him from both your orgasms in your pussy earlier, and at the thought of that, you feel another wave of ecstasy that snaps in the bottom part of your stomach.

“Oh my fucking god.” 

You bury your face in Jungkook’s neck the moment you cum, breathing erratically against his skin.

“You did so well, baby,” Jungkook kisses your hair, caressing your head lovingly. “I love you.” 

Humming, you let your body fall lax against his, feeling like your bones just lost all its joints, unable to move. Thankfully, there’s Jungkook to take care of that. When you refused to move, he teases you about being a baby and carries you to the bathroom instead where he tells you to pee while he prepares the shower for the both of you. 

Minutes later when you’re both done cleaning yourselves, you lay in Jungkook’s bed beside each other. Or more like, you lean almost all of your weight on top of him, your legs and arms wrapped around his body with Jungkook’s arms underneath your neck, serving as your pillow. 

“I think I just unlocked a new kink.” Jungkook says, alternating between kissing your forehead and caressing your head. 

“You discover one, like, everyday.” You tell him, eyes shut closed. You’re starting to feel sleepy from everything you did tonight. 

Jungkook snorts. “Fair. But for the record, nothing beats this new kink of mine.” 

“What is it?” 

“The I love you kink.”

Even if you can’t exactly see him, you’re sure he has that stupid cute bunny grin on his face.

Chuckling, you say, “God, you really are so corny.” 

“Hey, can a boyfriend not be turned on when his girlfriend says she loves him?” 

At that, you freeze. Jungkook must’ve noticed because he stops caressing your head. You move away from his chest and lean on your elbow so you can look down at him.

“We’re girlfriend and boyfriend now?” You ask with knitted brows. 

Jungkook looks just as confused. “I mean… yeah?” 

“Oh.” You nod. Looking to the other side of the room, you ponder, “Well, that makes sense.” 

Jungkook looks offended when your gaze falls back to him again. “What do you mean that makes sense? We’ve been boyfriend and girlfriend since you told me you liked me.” 

“You told me you liked me too,” You roll your eyes. “But… really? You think that?” 

Now, Jungkook’s pouting. 

“Wait, you didn’t think we were boyfriend and girlfriend all these months?” 

“Eh…” You think about the past four months since you both established an exclusive relationship with each other. You’ve always thought it was just this unlabeled thing. But apparently… “I guess we are boyfriend and girlfriend.” 

“I literally introduced you to my friends as my girlfriend last month, though?” Jungkook asks. 

You jut your bottom lip out. “I have no idea.” 

He sighs. “Forget about it.” 

“It’s okay. I love you.” You say, blinking at him. 

Jungkook visibly melts at that. 

“I think you just found a new way to get away with anything…” he says, eyeing you suspiciously. 

You snicker and cheekily press a quick kiss to his lips. 

There haven't been a lot of people who have come to your life that became important to you – and you didn’t expect Jeon Jungkook to be one if it – not at all. But what started as a casual relationship turned into more than that, and now you find yourself deeply in love with him – and happily so.

Meanwhile, Jungkook thinks the same as he caresses your hair, staring at your serene face while you sleep in his arms, thinking it couldn’t get any better than this.

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[writingbluerose]

one more draconic feature | malleus draconia x reader

summary : you've invited Malleus to hang around by your dorm to enjoy each other's companies. Who would've known it ended with you exploring something else instead

warnings : SUGGESTIVE!! like some kissing shit but it's on another level lol ( as well as I can write it lol, I... can't write these stuff too well, but practice makes perfect ^^ )

a / n : this one is based on another comic I saw and also it could be read as another version to this drabble I made some time ago! Enjoy :3

The sun was already up and proud in the sky, giving the birds a chance to sing merrily from their place on top of the branches outside. It was around the end of February, the events at VDC were still a bit fresh but you had resumed your everyday life as always.

Today though, it was a particularly nice and peaceful day. In the now quiet Ramshackle dorm lounge ( after Grim has decided to go into your room to take a "very well deserved nap" ) a figure was sitting relaxed, in their element, on one of the old couches. And that figure was none other than Malleus Draconia. He had been invited by you to spend time together as the VDC had taken most of your time, becoming busier and busier by the day. And come on now, who was he to deny such a request from his beloved? Besides, he's told you many times, the books you've found sitting all dusty and forgotten in this dorm were some of the best pieces of literature he's ever read in his stay at this school, so for him it was a double win.

After some time of waiting, Malleus' ears picked up the faintest sound of footsteps coming in his direction, and then- “Hey there Hornton!” At the sound of your voice, Malleus chuckled and closed his book with a thud “Even now still calling me by the same endearing nickname. You're one of a kind my dear” You gave him a huffed laugh before coming to rest next to him “I didn't interrupt your reading again did I?” Your eyes met his in a quick exchange before he slowly shook his head in reassurance, “No of course not, don't worry about it. I must admit that even I sometimes am not aware of my surroundings, especially when I'm doing something I really am engrossed in” His hand rested on your head before giving you a pat and returning to his book once again. Both of you sat there in silence and after what seemed like an eternity Malleus had noticed you started fidgeting with your fingers, your leg slowly bouncing. A habit of yours he had picked up in the early days you've met, indicating that you were either nervous about something or itching to do something you were not supposed to. The fae's eyes followed your movements a little more before asking : “What is it you're itching to do hm? Are you looking to touch my horns again?” If you could look past the book, you'd be able to see his big smirk hidden behind the hard cover. “No! No! It's not that it's just...mmh — your eyes trailed to the floor, your leg not stopping its bouncing — I was just thinking about your horns. You told me long ago that your horns are a big part of who you are, it kinda represents your family right?” “Indeed so. Our horns are also a very sensible spot, it is the source of our magic, a vital point. Should they break... — his eyes narrowed — well you wouldn't want to know what would happen would you now?” You shook your head at his words before staring at him for a little while “You have other features right? As in, other features akin to a dragon's... I mean you have the eyes, the tail, I wonder if your tongue also looks like one...— ah but nevermind me!” Your mumbling abruptly came to an end after taking a look at Malleus and his shocked expression. What went through that little adorable head of yours hm? Malleus thought. “Well anyway! You know that does remind me of that one story I listened to one of Professor's Trein class...” Quickly loosing yourself in your explanations you failed to notice how Malleus was still looking at you with now a more mischievous expression, his smirk growing into a grin behind his book.

Closing it, not too hard so you wouldn't get startled, his arm slowly started to move towards your chin to grab it, which you failed to notice, still speaking, face red as beet. “Are you truly that curious?” His fingers grabbed your chin ( a bit too hard you would've liked to say ) and forcefully turned your face to his for you to be met with a sight that many people would consider the moment they're about to go to the after life ;

You heard a low growl and an almost mute hissss... as Malleus' mouth opened, revealing his white, long and sharp fangs as his tongue slithered out, long, forked at the tip and flickering through the air, his drool sticking to it and coming down his chin, eyes gleaming down at you like a snake who just caught a delicious prey. You gulped down before leaving a tiny shriek, your form trembling in his hold.

He closed his mouth, tongue licking his lips as his hand came to clean off the drool on his chin. The prince smiled down at you, “Well, did I satisfy your curiosity now, my love?” The tone in his voice left you knowing that he wanted to do much more, but after all, a predator usually waits for its prey's most vulnerable moment. “I-I uhh...uhmmm” He let out a loud snort “So? Is this enough to intimidate you? I'd be hard to believe after all these overblots you've faced” That damn teasing bastard. You signed, stopped, and inhaled again before saying : “Y-you looked... pretty... neat” Voice cracking, not being able to get his expression out of your mind, refusing to look your boyfriend in the eye.

One, two minutes passed before Malleus let out a thunderous laugh, amused and enjoying your reactions to the fullest. “My and here I thought I had frightened you! I must admit, teasing you has become one of my favorite activities to do!” You let out a loud 'HAH!' as if offended, though you both knew there was no venom behind the gesture“You didn't think I was done, do you?” “Wh-h-hey! Malleus!!” The fae prince's hands came to grab your waist pulling you into his lap, his eyes and movements giving an open space to a, new, primal feeling. His fingers found your shirt, unbuttoning it so he'd be given a clear view to your shoulders ; A moment passed before you felt his tongue slowly licking from the shoulder and stopping right under your chin. And he bit down, hard, making you let out a high pitched moan in pleasure. His mouth didn't leave your shoulder yet, and when he felt the first drop of blood coming out, his pupils dilated as he started sucking and licking until he left a deep mark “I haven't even done half the things I wish to do” So he said

His lips quickly found yours, kissing rough and passionate, forked tongue licking your lips asking for entrance. You hadn't dared to tease him or refuse his request, you know better than to do so at this moment. So when you parted his lips welcoming him in your warmth, Malleus let out a groan making you moan into the kiss in return. Grabbing him by his shoulders to steady yourself, his forked tongue hadn't missed a spot. It was so long and fuck did it feel so good it hasn't even been a full minute until you felt drool dropping down at the corners of your mouth.

Without realizing it, your hands went upper and upper until they found the base of his horns. You grabbed at it so hard that Malleus down right growled. So deep it could've come down as a threat for others, but when his hands grabbed your wrists keeping them in place for a split second, before going down to grip your waist, you understood his message : 'Don't you dare take your hands off' so you didn't. In fact, you gripped harder, fingers rising once again on the form of his horns, that's when Malleus parted his lips and moaned, husky and low.

His fingers went lower and lower on your tights, he didn't continue to kiss you right away, instead he came closer, panting in each other's mouths, needy and desperate for more. “Mal... we can't, we can't do this...” Your hands came down to hold his face and the fae closed his eyes at the contact, “Beloved, you cannot lie and tell me you don't wish for this as much as I do. Or do you truly not?” Avoiding his gaze, you inhaled a sharp breath. Of course you wanted to. “I- I do Malleus, fuck, of course I do” “Then please allow me” He lifted you up and positioned you on your back on the couch undoing the buttons of your shirt just a bit more, so he could get a peak at your chest.

He kissed you on your lips, then traveled down to your neck, kissing slowly and softly down to your chest, fingers gripping and pressing at your skin leaving more tiny love bites in his wake, ears picking up the faintest of whimpers and tiny moans. Smirking, he continued to press kisses down to your chest, moaning at the same time with you when your hands came to rest on his horns again. His eyes found yours, pupils dilated and face flushed, and for the first time you had spotted a new glint to them. One that only presented a raw feeling of lust and need. When he spoke, his voice sounded more excited then he intended to let on : “I hope you're ready my love, for I won't hold back in the slightest”

Oh goodness, you were in it for now that's for sure

© writingbluerose 2025

[vintagebuckybarnes]

Scarves, Snowflakes, Sweethearts

Pairing: Girlfriend! Natasha Romanoff x Avenger! Romantic Partner! GN! Reader

Total Wordcount: 1.2K

Summary: You mentioned off-handedly that you'd never gone ice skating before, so Natasha will make it her mission to change that. When she succeeds, you can't help but utter the words you've been dying to say for a long time, turning your date night into the best night of your life.

Tags & Warnings: Canon compliant, Avenger! Reader, genderneutral! Reader, established relationship.

Story Rating: G | General

Author's Note: This story - filled to the brim with nothing but pure fluff - is written for the Fluffy Winter Event, hosted by @buck-star! I had heaps of fun writing this, and I have officially melted my socks off with the number of sweet moments I managed to put into this story! 💜

Writing Prompts @buck-star Fluffy Winter Event: Saying "I love you" for the first time | Ice skating | Drinking hot chocolate | All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey | "You're adorable when you giggle. You're always adorable." | "You're the most precious thing ever. I will protect you with everything I have." @fandombingo: "I would never joke about loving you." @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition: Alone @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition: Snowflakes | "Sometimes walls are there so we can lean on them and rest." @fandom-free-bingo Medical Edition: 'I'm never giving up' | "I don't understand."

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The snowflakes fall slowly, covering all of New York City in an angelic layer of beauty. You can't help but snuggle a little deeper into your scarf as you gently squeeze Natasha's hand. This gesture has become a non-verbal cue that you're okay without needing to be asked, and she glances over at you with a slight smile on her lips.

"What's wrong? Isn't an Avenger like you used to it being a little cold outside?" she asks playfully, raising your eyebrow as you give her a mock-offended glance, knowing you can't get mad at her for anything. However, seeing her smile instantly warms you from the inside out, as it never fails to make your heart sing.

"I don't understand how people willingly go outside in these weather conditions. They must be crazy to do it."

Although you were born and raised in New York, you've never been a fan of winter and all that it entails. However, for Natasha, you'd do just about anything, including braving freezing temperatures while the snow crunches beneath your boots.

"I guess I'm crazy then," she says with a shrug before quickening her pace, pulling you along as you approach your destination for the evening: the ice skating rink. It wasn't long ago that you confessed you had never been ice skating before, so she made it her mission to take you on a date to do just that.

"Are you excited to go ice skating?" she asks eagerly, her voice rising with happiness. You nod and reach into your pocket for your phone to pay for renting skates in your respective sizes. As soon as that's done, Natasha finds a bench to sit on and put them on, her enthusiasm infectious as she can't stop telling you how excited she is.

"I’ll do some spins and laps around the rink too! But first, I'll teach you how to skate, of course. There's nothing more important than that," she tells you before leaning in and giving you a peck on the cheek, which makes your face break into a massive grin and sends your stomach doing a little somersault with happiness.

"And what about drinking hot chocolate? I was promised my hot cocoa." You squint your eyes at her playfully, and she nods, her fiery red curls bouncing with each motion.

"That too, Золотце [Darling]. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that for even a second," she giggles.

"You're adorable when you giggle. You're always adorable," you tell your girlfriend, making her cheeks flush from the compliment. It's not something she's entirely used to, but you're gradually teaching her that it's okay to accept compliments. Watching her cheeks warm up at your words fills you with pride, too, especially since she rarely gets this shy and cute.

"Well… you're the most precious thing ever. I will protect you with everything I have." Her words are sealed with a kiss that warms your cheeks this time, making her smile proudly as she pulls away, leaving your lips feeling a bit cold and alone.

"Thank you, Солнышко [Sunshine]."

Once you're both secured and ready to go skating, Natasha reaches out her gloved hand to you, and you happily accept it, taking your first steps on the ice. Though the first few meters feel like a baby deer learning to walk, you soon gain confidence, and it shows. While you're far from mastering the spins and laps that Natasha can do, you're still proud of your progress.

"Can we finally go get my hot chocolate now? I need to sit down before my legs give out and I plant my face on the ice!" The question escapes her lips with a huff as she skates gracefully over to you, expertly maneuvering around all the other people skating simultaneously.

"Of course we can, Золотце. You've done an amazing job, and I'm proud of you," she replies. You smile before eagerly stepping off the ice and holding onto the wall for support. While you search for a table with two chairs to sit at, Natasha orders the hot drink you've been craving the whole time, leaving you with your thoughts for a moment.

As you look at your girlfriend, the urge to say "I love you" for the first time weighs heavily on your mind. It's something you've wanted to express for a while now, and there will never be a more perfect moment than tonight, with the moon illuminating the scene and fairy lights glowing as you enjoy hot chocolate together.

"Here you go—I got your favorite!" Natasha says, placing the cup in front of you, with extra marshmallows floating on top just the way you like.

"So? How are you enjoying our date so far?" The cup rests between her now gloveless hands, allowing her to warm them on the steaming liquid inside. A small smile plays on her lips as she gazes at you with pure adoration and love.

'Let's just say I'm glad that sometimes the walls are there so we can lean on them and rest," you tell her with a chuckle, stretching out your legs for a moment as the soreness slowly disappears.

''But then again, I'm never giving up, so I'll be here until I'm just as good as you.'' Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, her expression a mix of disbelief and pride.

''We'll have to see about that,'' she replies, sitting back and closing her eyes to savor the moment—the warmth of her hot chocolate, your company, and the music playing in the background. As the song switches to 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' by Mariah Carey, you finally gather the courage to share the words you've been thinking since your first date with her.

''I love you, Солнышко.''

As soon as the words hang in the air, she opens her green eyes to meet yours, and her mouth falls open in surprise. Her eyes widen as tears gather in the corners, and you're immediately worried you may have said the wrong thing, though she quickly reassures you.

"Please tell me this isn't a joke. Because I love you too," she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. You lean forward, your fingers intertwining with hers as you hold her gaze, the connection between you visible.

"I would never joke about loving you, Natasha. I love you from the furthest corners of my soul to the deepest depths of my heart. You're the one I want to grow old with, and the one I have given my heart to. I love you, and I will never tire of telling you this," you tell her gently, making her smile wide as tears roll down her cheeks.

Instead of responding, she gently sets her drink down and cups your cheeks, drawing you into a heartwarming, passionate kiss. As the snow falls gently and the temperatures continue to plummet, a sense of warmth spreads from within, directly coming from your heartfelt confession.

"I love you too, Золотце, and I long to be your wife one day," she says, leaving you speechless. As you try to process her confession, she kisses you again, and your lips fit together in perfect harmony, sealing your promises.

Navigation ~ Natasha Romanoff Library

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[emthephantom]

No One Noticed-T.N

Theodore Nott x F!Reader In which Theodore Nott saves your life and spends the next week convincing you there's good things in life- In which you realise someone noticed your pain and you let him in Warnings: Talks of suicide and self harm (Nothing in depth just brief mentions) Words: 810 A/N: Hey ghosties, I hope you had an amazing holiday! Apologies for the lack of posts I've been working on this series but I am back for now so enjoy this silly project. This series is very mental health focused so just a reminder that if you are struggling it is okay to talk, my messages are always open <3 Series masterlist

Your eyes stung from the tears, the cold wind freezing them to your cheeks. The astronomy tower had become your refuge for times like this, and you were there often. The pain of your hardships lay heavy upon your heart, and you wonder if any of this is worth it. Your feet mindlessly kick as you sit on the edge, temptation filling your veins. No one noticed your pain, who would? You had nobody, nobody that cared. Every day was a constant battle, one you always lost and there were no signs of winning.  

The wind continues to blow your way, a silent invite to join it and finally be free. Letting go of the present was the forbidden fruit and you couldn't resist. More tears fell from your face, drops landing on your clothes and the floor beneath you. Your fingers trace over the scars that lay on your wrists, reading them like a story. Your eyes drift towards the open sky before you, absorbing the ethereal beauty of the stars and moon- how can something so simple behold such beauty, such mystery? 

You release a deep breath and stand to your feet, moving closer to the railing. Would anyone notice if you left without a trace? You swing your legs over the railing, sitting gently atop of it, your fingers curled around the bar. Tears masked your vision again, a reminder of the reason you were there. No one noticed, so why bother staying? You look down at the ground, taking in the vast height and fear gnaws at your brain. You’re scared but accepting, you’re weary but trusting, you’re ready but hesitant. 

You spare one last glance at the sky, you wish to shine that brightly after this. The wind is still dancing around you, begging you to join the freedom it possesses; and you accept its invitation. Your fingers release the grip they had on the railing, and you fall... 

Theodore Nott noticed. He always did. He saw how you shield your watering eyes with your hair. How you tug on your sleeve to conceal the scars. How you chewed on your lip and bounced your leg when it was the end of the day. Theo often confided in his two closest friends, spilling his worries about you and surprisingly they listened to every word, encouraging him to talk to you despite their confusion about his sudden interest in the girl who sat alone in class. A quiet understanding permeated the dorm when he spoke, all three knowing the position you were in. They began to take notice of your shattered frame and shared knowing glances, wishing they could convince you that people cared-that they cared. So, when Theo saw you walking to the tower, he followed. 

Theo’s hands wrap around your body frantically, pulling you off the railing. You sobbed in response, begging the person to let of you. Theo said nothing but brought you into his chest, letting your tears seep through his shirt. Moments after, you raise your head to see your saviour and shock consumes you. Breaking away from his embrace you begin questioning him, ‘Theodore? What-what are you doing here?’ You had only spoken to the boy briefly, so seeing him with his eyes full of concern and sympathy confused you.  ‘I followed you’, he says sheepishly. Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you harshly respond,’ Well, you shouldn't have, I don’t need your teasing.’ 

Theo’s eyes soften at your exclamation as he considers his next words. ‘I know how you feel,’ he takes a deep breath and comes closer, capturing your hand with a touch so gentle you wouldn’t know it was there,’ but this isn’t the answer tesoro.’   You bit back instantly, ‘Why shouldn’t I do it, I don’t know you, you don’t know me, there’s nothing for me anymore!’ Theo’s cold hand cradles your cheek, clashing with your warm skin.  

‘There’s me. Let me show you why there’s things to stay for, please.’ Your defensive image breaks at his sincere tone, you’ve never heard him speak with such softness, 'Just give me a week.’ he pleads.   ‘But you don’t know me.’  ‘I was scared of ambushing you, but I've noticed your heavy heart. I want to help Y/N.’ You sigh and nod, ‘Fine, one week Theodore, but it won’t be easy.’ 

A gorgeous smile places itself on Theo, ‘You can call me Theo, no need for formalities.’ You smile shyly at him, a feeling so foreign you almost forgot what it feels like. ‘Let me walk you back to your dorm.’  

He leads you down the tower and along the corridors before stopping at the common room. You both step in, immediately faced with the warmth and comfort. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow for the first day bella.’ And for once, you were excited for the next day. 

[reixona]

This time, it's a story about Ace, what is about Ace? he doesn't really have any traumatic back story like the others? so what might this story's all about?? (I don't know how to make an intro for my stories like this, so bear 🐻 with me ;-;) ==============

The Heartslabyul dormitory was quiet at night, but Yuu could still hear the echoes of their own footsteps against the stone floor. They had been searching for Ace for over an hour, checking every nook and cranny of the campus, only to find him here—perched on a windowsill in the empty lounge, his back turned toward them. Moonlight spilled through the glass, casting a glow on his red-and-white uniform, but something about his silhouette looked smaller than usual. “Ace,” Yuu called softly, but he didn’t turn. They stepped closer. “You skipped dinner. Trey was looking for you.” A beat of silence. Then, Ace finally spoke. “So what? Not like I was in the mood to eat.” His voice lacked its usual teasing tone, sounding quieter, duller.

Yuu hesitated before moving closer, leaning against the wall beside him. “What’s wrong?” Ace let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “Nothing.” They knew that was a lie. Ace always acted like nothing could touch him, like everything was just a game, but Yuu had been around long enough to see through it. The way his fingers gripped the edge of the windowsill, the way his knee bounced restlessly.

It was all a mask, barely holding itself together. “…Did something happen?” Yuu asked. Ace scoffed. “Do you ever stop worrying about people?” “No.” They crossed their arms. “Especially not about my friends.” Ace finally turned to face them, and Yuu felt their stomach drop. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a bitter expression. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, were clouded over with something darker.

'doubt?' Yuu thought “Yeah? What if I don’t want to be your ‘friend’ right now?” The words stung more than they should have. Yuu clenched their jaw, forcing themselves to stay calm. “Then tell me what you do want.” Ace laughed, but it was hollow. “I want to stop feeling like this,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Like I’m constantly trying to prove something and it’s never enough.” Yuu frowned. “This is about your brother, isn’t it?” Ace flinched. Just slightly, but Yuu caught it. “…He’s coming to visit next week,” Ace admitted, his voice strained. “And I already know how it’s gonna go. He’ll show up, flash that stupid perfect smile, do a few magic tricks that’ll blow everyone away, and then act all ‘big brotherly’ like he’s proud of me. Like I’m some little kid who still needs encouragement.” There was venom in his tone, but underneath it, Yuu could hear the exhaustion. The frustration. The pain. “…You hate him?” Yuu asked. Ace let out a shaky breath. “No. I just... I hate how I feel when I’m around him.” He swallowed. “Like I’m still in his shadow. Like no matter what I do, I’ll always just be ‘Ace Trappola, the little brother of the great magician.’” Yuu stayed quiet, letting his words settle. They had seen Ace get competitive before, seen him puff out his chest and show off, acting like he was the best at everything. But now they understood, it wasn’t about arrogance. It was about fear. Fear that he would never measure up. “…That’s not true,” Yuu finally said. “You’re more than just his little brother.” Ace snorted. “Yeah? Says who?” “Says me.” Yuu didn’t hesitate. “You’re Ace Trappola. You’re the guy who drives me crazy with his dumb jokes, but also the guy who never lets me feel alone in this crazy school. You’re annoying, but you’re also you. And that’s enough.” Ace blinked, caught off guard. He stared at them, as if trying to find some hint of a joke, but there was none. “…You’re really weird, you know that?” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Yuu smiled, but before they could say anything, Ace’s voice dropped to a whisper. “…What if I don’t feel like I’m enough?” The words were barely audible, but Yuu heard them. And their heart ached. Without thinking, they reached out and took his hand. Ace stiffened. “Oi-” “Shut up for a second,” Yuu interrupted. Their fingers tightened around his. “You don’t have to prove anything, Ace. Not to your brother. Not to me. Just… be you.” Ace didn’t pull away. He didn’t look at them, either, just stared at the floor like he wasn’t sure what to say. Finally, he let out a quiet chuckle, but this time, it wasn’t bitter. “…You really suck at pep talks.” Yuu rolled their eyes. “Yeah, well, you suck at asking for help.” Ace finally turned to face them fully, and though his usual smirk wasn’t back yet, there was something softer in his gaze. Something real. “…Thanks,” he murmured. Yuu squeezed his hand once before letting go. “No problem,” they said, offering him a small smile. “Now, are you gonna come eat dinner, or do I have to drag you there?” Ace groaned, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Ugh, fine. But only because I don’t want you whining about it for the rest of the night.” Yuu laughed, and for the first time that evening, Ace laughed too. It was small, barely more than a chuckle, but it was genuine. And for now, that was enough.

[skulla-rxcks]

Pushed away.

Paring: bang chan x afab reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: n0n c0n, drunk reader, reader takes advantage of chan while she’s drunk, angst, PIV

Ktober 27

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After having a few extra drinks at a bar with my friends I get a taxi ride back home. I look at my watch as I unlock the door. ‘Shit! It’s already 1am?’ I curse at myself as I realise how late I got home, Chan’s probably worried about me.

I sigh and walk inside our apartment, putting my handbag down on the kitchen bench before making my way to the bedroom. “It’s 1am, you were out long.” Chan chuckles patting the space next to him, gesturing for me to sit down next to him. I take a seat with him on our bed, looking into his eyes drunkenly.

“How much did you have to drink?” He asks me. “A few..” I respond, clearly in my own little world. “A few huh? Definitely seems like you’ve had more than that.” He sighs at me.

“Shut up..” i murmur, taking his phone out of his hand and hovering over him. “What are you doing?” Chan asks, a mixture of fear and confusion on his face. “You.. need you.” I mutter out.

I climb on top of him and begin taking his dick out of his pants before taking my panties off and lowering myself down onto his raw, unprotected dick, whimpers of pleasure and regret filling and leaving my mouth as I feel his length fill me up “Stop. I don’t want this right now. You’re not sober enough.” He sighs. But I don’t care, i start moving my hips, riding him.

“Please stop. Please.” Chan begs me. “No...” I reply, leaning over him to grab one of his hands. “I need… I need this… Fuck…” I cry, tears coming out of my eyes as i continue to assault him. “I can’t do this right now.” he groans as I ride him faster. “Please. Not here…. not now, not when you're drunk like this.” Chan continues.

“Chan...” I whine, gripping his shirt in my fists tightly as I feel myself get wetter as I bounce on him. “Please Chan. Just let me fuck you.” I say between breaths. But he doesn’t reply, instead just stares at me with fear. “Chan!” I yell grabbing his head so that we can make eye contact. His gaze is filled with worry and pity, but also pure lust. “I need you… Please Chan. Let me…” I see him nod, the scared pained in his eyes making me even more hungry for his cock, no matter how wrong this situation currently is.

“Im fucking serious! I really don’t want this.” he says in the nicest way possible, tears threatening to leave the corners of this eyes, but I don’t budge. We lay there, staring at each other in silence for some time, making me question everything in my fogged up mind. I eventually go back to riding him. “Please, don’t.” He pleads, trying to pull away but can’t due to my weight ontop of him.

“Just let me… please, Chan.” I beg once again, pulling him closer towards me by wrapping my legs around his waist as I continue to bounce on his length. my movements get more aggressive as I creep closer towards my orgasm. Not long after I reach my climax, cumming around his dick before pulling off and lying next to him, I try hug him but he pushes me back, ignoring me after what I’ve just done. “Chan? I’m sorry..” I mumble before looking blankly at the ceiling, clearly still processing that I assaulted my roommate

[yaut-jaknowit]

How about a human womans gets pregnant with a yautja (They are probably in a lab). The male escapes and takes her back to his clan and hands her off to the females of the clan. And instead of falling in love with the male, the sire of the unborn pup. the human womans gets together with another female who is teaching the ways of the yautja. Maybe the male stops by here n there...

Lose Yourself

Pairings: Male Yautja x AFAB!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 4039

Summary: Four concrete walls have been your sight for the last year. Caregivers and doctors see you every day to ensure your heath. Then three months ago, they introduced you to him. A creature not from this world that you can tell. He does not speak but the two of you have an understanding and one another.

Author Note: When this popped up in my feed, I started to bounce off of the walls like a crazed animal. I love this idea so much. In the future, I would love to write out a whole story like this. For now, I'm just going to do at least two parts, maybe three for this.

Part 2

Masterlist

Ao3

Blaring sirens jolt you back into reality. Your heart instantly leaps into your throat and lodges itself there. The whites of your eyes clear even in the limited light of the dingy cell you dared to call home.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around your knees and carefully watched the only entrance and exit to this singular, minute room. The alarm meant something. Terrible things. Nothing ever good came from it. Your head was plastered to the tops of your knees as you observed for any incoming threat.

This wasn’t a horrible life. Three meals a day; seen by doctors – or at least what looked to be doctors – practically every day; clothing on your body. But the fact you weren’t allowed to leave the room unless they wanted you or you didn’t have anything to stimulate your brain. Just an animal on the verge of insanity, forced to be driven there with no relief.

The people who keep you locked in here are the only people you are able to interact with. It’s one sided. You lost your will to try and gain any words besides the casual ‘how are you feeling today?’ from them. They might mix it up after some time but it was always the same doctor-patient relationship.

Out of everything here though, what caught your attention was the thing they brought you to a few times before. Everything about him is locked down and sealed tight from both sides. Not even a name from the lumbering giant.

From the limited times you’ve got to interact with him, you’ve learned he wasn’t a nice character. At first, he had nearly torn you apart before he had jerked to a stop. Akin to a horrified look passed over his alien features and he backed away. After that day, he’s been reasonable to be around. For some reason, your ‘caregivers’ love to know how you interact with him or what he’ll do if… you were some sort of danger.

Not the most protective creature, he’ll snarl and growl if the guards are too rough with you. His chains prevent him from doing anything physical. Once you are completely alone with him though, the chains that keep him locked to the wall are slackened. He’s now allowed to move about the vicinity as he seems fit.

Move he does. He stalks, prowls around the room, searching for any way for escape. They way he moves gives you the hint he’s this predator, like a lion hunting its prey. When you watch him, you admire him and prowess.

Wishful thinking makes you pray for him to find a weakness and escape from this horrid place. The chains on his wrists are more than tight. It’s daily occurrence blood drips from cuts. He tries to hide it, obscure it from sight but the eyes are the window to the soul. You are able to read his pain, every wince when the chains rub just a hair too much. You worry about him, this creature that was no human.

The first time he allowed you to touch him was a miracle. When the session was over, you were immediately yanked from the premises and shoved into a different room. Your caregivers began to berate and demand answers on why he was allowing you such contact. As the clueless person you are, you just shrugged your shoulders.

That night, they left you with a few more bruises than usual.

The door swung open and revealed a guard and a caregiver. Same protocols as always. You were taken from your room and swiftly led further down to what you believed to be the lowest level of this complex. The entire way there, you were compliant and willing. You’ve done your fair share of fighting, everything in your power to leave this place.

But it never worked. It wasn’t truly accepting your fate but going along the motions. Your mind has long grown numb, completely stale to everything. It needed stimulation but no one offered that.

A quick shove had you toppling onto your hands and knees. A loud snarl and rattling chains, metal creaking from tremendous amount of weight thrown against echoed in the limited space. You hissed at the new wounds on your knees and whipped your head up.

Though weakened from lack of food and proper exercise, the alien was straining against the shortened chains. His blazing eyes were on you, taking in everything your caregivers did to you.

With a click, the thick steel door latched shut and trapped you in here with him. You sighed and stood back up while taking a glance behind you. The only entrance to the room sealed off until they choose to retrieve you. Until then, you calmly walked over to the ashen, grey alien and sat down close by. A respectful amount of space placed between the two of you.

Two more clicks entered the air. The chains that once locked him to the wall slackened and allowed the predator free range.

He instantly stalked over to you and knelt down. You picked up your head to find his eyes still on your sitting form. His gaze flicked down to your scrapped knees.

Those strange mandibles of his, or fangs could be a better word, didn’t offer any lips to form words. Not English at least. He seems to speak in his own but neither of you could truly understand one another in words. Instead, gestures got you farther in this strange friendship you’ve created with him. He was the only being in this forsaken place to offer niceties.

You reached to the fresh wound. Blood already dotted the scrapped skin. Nothing that cried for a bandage. Not that you would get in the end. “It’s alright,” you reassured him and threw a thumbs up at him. A sign he’s learned meant everything was fine.

He hovered still and stayed sat on his haunches at your side. A little unusual for the predator always on the move. When he was with you, ninety percent of the time he is prowling the given space and observing the door. You didn’t need to be told he was searching for his escape.

One animal, spirit lost to the solidarity. 

Another animal, always moving, always searching.

It didn’t take further than five more seconds for your gaze to drop and head to lean against the cool wall. It was colder in this room than even the halls that lead to here. You’ve pondered the reasons but have never come up with something concrete.

Warmth cupped your cheek and tilted your head back up to the only figure in this room. Your jaw dropped at the touch, eyes widening while you could only stare at the alien.

Once he found your eyes, he leaned in, diverted slightly to the side, and placed his alien mouth next to your ear. “I will get us out of here,” he whispered barely a fraction over his breath. You gasped in reaction, ready to spew questions when his thumb pressed against your lips. The words died in your throat before they could become sound.

Then, he nuzzled his mandibles to the crook of your neck and pulled back. The whole interaction had you puzzled but slightly scared shitless. Thise sharp fangs so close to your throat, knowing they could rip it out if he wanted. But instead, he promised your escape.

Escape.

It was like he offered you a sack of gold as a peasant.

“Please,” you murmured back and against the pad of his thumb. He grunted then stood up. The chains rattled at the movement and clacked against the ground. You saw the way his hands twitched at his sides when the sharp edge dug into his already sore flesh. Thick, raised scars would be left in its wake. That, you were sure of.

The alien moved away from you and began his pacing. It was the same pathing he always took. He looked high and low. You stayed there on the ground despite it hurting your lower back and watched him. As he moved, the hope that bubbled inside of your chest began to dwindle. Maybe he didn’t have a plan just yet or even the start of one.

You missed the feeling of the sun on your skin, the smell of fresh air. Freedom. That’s the base core you craved the most while in the pits of this place. You had no plans for escape. It didn’t look like he did either.

A hand ran through your knotted locks and started to work out the small rats' nests growing. He had spoken to you. Spoke English. After all the times you’ve been in contact with him, he finally speaks up and says that. But why did he say it so quietly?

Your eyes darted around the room, hiding behind your lashes. Four cameras. They left no space unseen. Did he not want anyone to know he could speak your language? I huffed and drew your knees while resting your chin on them.

Another click drew you from well of your thoughts. A sound you’ve heard before. The chains began to sucked back into the wall and dragged the struggling alien back to his original place. You watched with a sorrowful gaze, knowing every pull cut deeper into his forever bleeding cuts.

Before he could officially trapped back to the wall, he lunged at you and trapped your now quiver form to him. His body was a few degrees warmer than the room itself. The textured scales that covered him from head to toe rubbed against your back. You gave a yelp and struggled at first but stopped, hoping he wouldn’t harm you after all this time.

The first time you met flashing in your mind. What had stopped him?

His grasp on you wasn’t harsh or demanding, but firm, not allowing you slip away from him. The claws that tipped his fingers looked they could gut you like a fish. Yet, he ensured they didn’t dig into your skin.

The chains stopped once he was pulled to the wall but with you still in grasp. The door was ripped open and in poured seven heavily armed soldiers, guns directed at the two of you. You screamed and tucked into his chest and seek protection from the only friendly figure here. His arms tightened around in a secure manner. A deep rumbled beginning to grow from the depths of his chest.

In walked the main caregiver for you and him. You submissively bowed your head, afraid to look her in the eye and feel her wrath; or be knocked out and wake up in pain again.

The woman wearing a white coat looked down her nose at your meek form then gazed up at the predator trapping you. “You won’t hurt her,” she stated with a voice honeyed and sweet. How could she be so sure of something unknown? Even you didn’t know what his intentions were.

Warm, callused finger ensnared your throat. Your heart jumping and thumping against the digits holding your life. A whimper breaking free of your cracked, cry lips. The arm still wrapped around your torso  tightened but the hand rubbed the area behind your back. You inhaled sharply and slackened in his hold.

She marched forward and only left a space between her and you that dared him to take the lunge. “It’s against your honor code, isn’t it?” Your brows furrowed at the new information, unsure of what this ‘honor code’ entailed but hoped it truly meant he won’t kill you.

He growled and sent vibrations up your spine. Goosebumps were left in its wake. You shuttered and pressed yourself more into him.

Harsh, vile clicks and snarls sounded from his alien throat as he spat alien words at the doctor. An unamused gaze fell on her face while the grey creature said his piece.

When the sounds ceased and he breathed heavily, she used a finger to wipe spit off of her face and flicked back at him. “Are you done?” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “Your kind is so predictable. Quick to surge with rage and believe themselves to be high and mighty. Not for much longer.” You wanted to somehow shrink even more against him but there was not even a molecule of space to take up.

“Now, hand over the subject and we’ll still feed you tonight. And if you don’t… well, that’s for me know and you to find out.” You shuttered at her words, hand finding his arm and squeezing it. He returned the action with his arm still wrapped around your torso.

An action she saw. Her posture sagged then she spun around and walked behind the seven soldiers. They were used as a wall of protection.

“Retrieve the subject. Don’t kill either of them. Harm is okay,” she gave the order you knew was about to occur. Your eyes instinctively shut as you prepare for bullets to begin flying.

A deafening roar rattled your brain. Metal snapped. The heat you were once pressed against was gone. The pure instinct to search it out strong before your brain could register the scene unfolding in front of your trembling form. Your feet glued to the spot.

Even though he’s lost some of his muscular physique, this lethal giant showed off his strength and prowess. He had already thrown one of the soldiers into a wall, a dent left in its wake. Another was meeting the business end of this predator… and loosing not only the fight but their life as well.

Blood sprayed across the ground in a terrifying arch. The ruby red a sight you weren’t prepared to see. His claws causing the damage to be dealt and valuable life essence to be spilled at your feet. The same claws that had been wrapped around neck so softly moments before.

Bright pops of light and ear-bleeding claps left you dizzy in where you stood. You stumbled back and rested your shoulder against the cool concrete wall. The scene before you continuing to unfold as if you didn’t even exist.

It swiftly became a blood bath. The seven soldiers she brought into here were desecration into nothing more than piles of shredded meat and bleeding blood bags on the ground.

The horror that morphed over her usually neutral face was satisfying to say in the least. The fact she wasn’t going to be able to step out of this room dawned upon her. You watched as the color drained from her face with each step backwards.

Unlike you, she was trapped and at the will of the alien that bore his gaze down on her. You may be pressed against the wall like her, but you were safe, not afraid of him spinning around and mistaking you as one of them. You knew it in your heart he was following through with his promise. You’ll see the light of day again, breathe the fresh air of the day. Strangely enough, you felt giddy.

“You can’t do this! I’m unarmed!” she screamed at him and pointed a trembling finger at the grey alien. What’s with that? Does it have to do with this ‘honor code’ she spoke about before?

Oh, but he could. In a terrifying millisecond, your eyes couldn’t register what had truly happened. Her body laid motionless at the feet of the lumbering alien. Her back faced you, her head was turned towards you. The cold, lifeless blue eyes of hers stared blankly, unfocused.

Dead.

You released a shuttering breath and timidly looked at him. Said creature stood back to his full height and rolled his dense shoulders. The muscles that lined his shoulders and back rippling at the motion.

Then, the alien spun on his heel and marched over to you. For a scared shitless moment, you best believed you were about to receive the same treatment. What stopped him from doing so?

He came to a stop before you and offered you a hand. “We are getting out.” Words of English were rumbled at you. Your eyes flicked down to the open palm. The freedom you begged for since the day you arrived here was standing before you. Not in a form you were expecting.

You took his hand.

One moment, the ground was touching the bottom of your feet. The very next, your legs had to wrap around a wide frame, arms snug around his throat. His back to your chest. He patted your forearm. “Hold on tight. Do not let go,” he ordered then marched towards the door.

It was closed, still sealed. What was he going to do about that?

That had to a be stupid thought after watching him massacre the entire room. Clearly he had an idea, some plan to get you two out of here. As much as you hated to this, it gutted you, you trusted him fully to release you from this prison.

Carefully, he crouched down and grabbed a key card from a pocket of the doctor. Red from his hands smeared onto the thin piece of plastic. He held it up to a small area next to the door.

With a whoosh, the door opened. The moment it did. All the white lights suddenly flashed to red. A horrifying screech entered the air before going into a low pitch then back up. It continued to do this while he carried him and you into the hall.

His head whipped side to side, thoughts determining which way to go. You perked up at this and motioned for him to go left. “The stairs are next to the elevator,” you reasoned with him. He grunted and began to full on sprint in the given direction. This hundreds of pound of flesh barreled down the hallway like a semi-truck. Nothing could stop him unless he wanted to stop.

A ninety degree came up. The alien just slid and used an arm to keep himself from slamming into the wall. He continued on. You buried your face into his neck, ignoring the strange rubbery dreads that slapped against your head and face with each of his steps.

The hallway led him to the necessary door. He didn’t even try the handle when he full on kicked it down. The metal screeched as it was torn from the hinges and laid to rest at the bottom of the stairs. With that out of the way, he leaped easily over it and took three steps at a time.

The alarm still blared its horrible tune and forced a headache to pound inside of your skull. You whined and scrunched your nose, unable to relieve yourself of the noise.

Over the noise, you heard the tall tell sign of thundering footsteps. You tensed up, breath shuddering and catching in your throat. In reaction, you go to open your mouth and speak of the discovery. A single finger was held up in your line of sight. You closed your trap and hunkered back down.

He launched himself up a flight of stairs and crashed into something hard. Gunfire sounded less than ten feet away. A bullet never hits you as he powered through a sea of bodies. You kept yourself locked onto his back like a monkey for dear life. You don’t know if he would come back for you if you were to fall off. Or if a soldier may just kill you to solve half of their problems.

Warm, slightly substance latched onto your arms. You shuttered, already coming to the conclusion of what it is.

Dying, horrified screams echoed off the halls. They decreased in amount and volume until the last one was silenced.

A new quiet filled the air besides the heavy breathing from the beast you clung to. Ringing echoed inside of your ears and worsened your headache. You groaned and clenched your hands into a tight fist.

He moved on.

You were brought back to reality as the warmth tinglingly the back of your neck and arms. Confused, you picked up your head and opened your eyes.

Bright light first had you flinching but powering through the pain. Sunlight greeted you. Its light painful at first but warmth more than welcomed. Your jaw dropped at the sight now before you.

A vessel… No. A space craft. A UFO. And it had to be his.

The alien didn’t stop moving across the short field that took him less than ten seconds to clear reach the feet of the ship. He slammed his fist against the belly of it. A screeching hiss entered the air.

A slab of metal began to peel itself away from the belly of the craft and angle one end towards the ground. The sight something you would see from Star Wars. You could only watch in amazement as the alien marched up the ramp. He rushed his way through the insides and took expert turns until he reached the cockpit. His feet skidded to a stop at a console and hands flying across the panels.

You pulled yourself up higher and watched. He pressed buttons and started the engines.

They rumbled to life under his feet. The ship waking up from an unknown amount of rest.

Hanging off of his back, you spotted movement through the glass window before you. A hoard of soldiers poured from the facility you had broken out of. A cold sweat dripped down the length of your spine at the sight. You tapped rapidly on his shoulder to gain his attention. “We’ve got company,” you warned, voice wavering.

The creature scoffed and turned his head enough to meet your eyes. “Not for long,” he answered. A smirk that you didn’t need to see was evident in his voice. He reached over and grabbed a throttle. Pressure was added to the stick.

Power was fed into the engines. Their sounds gaining in volume. You felt it before you noticed the fact the craft was starting to lift off the ground. The people rushing towards the two of you doubled their efforts as they began to grow smaller.

Something hit the roof and prevented the vessel from gaining anymore height. The creature just scoffed and added extra power to the engines.

Metal groaned and gave way. The ship returned to its form ascent into the sky. You release a sob of relief while the two of you continued to climb into the sky. The prison left behind as everyone could only watch your escape.

Once blue skies transitioned to black and sparkles shining through, he released the tension in his shoulders then patted your forearm. “You can get down now,” he said and knelt down. The warm metal floor touching the bottom of your bare feet. You finally relented your hold on him and stretched out your muscles. Soreness sunk into your muscles after clinging to him for so long.

He turned around to look at you fully. The two of you taking the other in without the constant pressure of being under watch and locked into a room.

A smile broke across your dirtied features. It was slow, a small dribble of happiness filling your veins before it became a rush. You pumped your fists into the air and gave a lungful cheer that echoed back at you. Damn that headache, you could care less about it when freedom was returned to you at last.

Close to the end of your excitement, an ear-piercing roar sounded with your call. You stopped abruptly and looked at the alien. His head was tipped back, fangs fully widened. You let the smile return and gave a hearty call again. You deserved it after all the shit you’ve endured while at the prison.

The roar died off. You cut yours as well and returned to studying him again. Despite not knowing who or what he was, you could trust him completely. He had fought off the advances of the soldiers and kept you safe. It was impossible in the moment to wipe off the smile on your face. You didn’t even dare to try and knew it would be futile.

Freedom at last.

[y3nze1]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | c.4

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: I / II / III / IV / V / VI

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Short continuation chapter! Happy Readings!

You fell silent, your eyes focused onto his as he stared up at the stars, You couldn't help but smile at his response. You felt your heart beat a little faster at the image of yourself along his side.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy towards yourself, and towards the fact that Alastor felt so strongly about her, yet considering daisy and you are one person.

"She sounds wonderful," you said, your voice soft and full of meaning, "I can't imagine how she makes you feel. You must really love her." You paused for a moment, wondering if your words were too forward. You didn't want to seem desperate or needy, but you couldn't help it..

Alastor looked at you, his eyes full of intensity. "I love her immensely, more than words can describe. She's my everything, my world." He took a step closer to you, his voice low. "And now.. I want to find out more about you.. Y/n, tell me about yourself." He leaned in closer.

You felt your heart flutter at his words, his voice full of a deep sort of longing. You leaned in a little, feeling his warm breath brushing against your face. You felt a tingle run through your body as he leaned closer.

You took a deep breath, feeling your head spinning from the alcohol and the proximity to him. "What.. what do you want to know?" you asked, feeling a sense of nervousness well up inside of you. You didn't really know what to say, you hadn't really thought this far ahead.

"anything you can offer me, if that's alright with you." his smile widened, you looked away for a moment. staring blankly at your feet.

"well, how about this.. I am Y/n, I'm not.. duchess or any kind of noble, no parents, no riches, and no woman of power at any sorts.. and all i could ever offer.. is an infinite amount of my love.."

You couldn't help but blush at his words. You never thought that someone would be able to express such deep feelings towards you, you had never felt so loved and cared for by someone before. It was a feeling that you couldn't really put into words, but it felt like a warm, cozy blanket wrapped around you.

"That's all I could ever ask for," you said, your voice soft and gentle, "an infinite amount of your love is all I need. I don't care about riches or power, I just want someone who cares about me and loves me for who I am."

Alastor smiled at you, his eyes looking deep into yours. "Then i hope someone will truly be that person for you, my dear..".

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The sound of a bell rang loudly from an old clock stuck at the hotel, Angel groaned at its ringing.

"ugh.. shit, I fucking hate that clock since it got here". Loralie chuckled at the sight, thinking to herself. "well.. i think it's neat" She muttered, chugging down the whiskey in her glass, setting it down to the side after.

"what about the story?! finish it!" Niffty grit her teeth in excitement, bouncing up and down on her chair leaving a happy sigh on Charlie's face. "well, what happened then? it ended just like that?" Charlie spoke, scratching her scalp gently. Loralie stared down at her glass for a moment.

"my memory's kind of foggy about it, it's been a long time since i told this story."

"That's okay, take your time," Charlie said, smiling warmly at Loralie. "I just love hearing you tell stories, they're always so fascinating."

As Niffty bounced anxiously on her chair, Charlie reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.

"Don't worry, Niffty, Loralie will finish the story when she's ready." Niffty grumbled and crossed her arms, but didn't say anything more as she looked up at Loralie expectantly.

Loralie took a deep breath and looked down at her glass, trying to gather her thoughts. "Right, where did I leave off... oh yes.. shit, I'll just try and pick up what i can remember from here."

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You nodded, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you as he spoke. "I hope so too," you said quietly, feeling a sense of sadness wash over you. You knew that you weren't likely to find someone that would love you as much as Alastor loved Daisy.

"Do you really think there's someone out there for me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt your eyes start to well up with tears as you spoke.

"Of course," he said, taking your hand and gently caressing it. "There is always someone out there for everyone, you just have to keep looking." He leaned in close to you, his voice low and soft. "And until then, i could be of company with you, maybe guide you even.." Alastor whispered. "as for, i suppose I'll keep listening to daisy's call in the meantime. but I'll set my heart aside for her."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as he spoke. It felt nice to know that Alastor would be there for you, even if it was just as a friend. You felt your heart aching at his words, wondering if you'd ever find someone who loved you as much as he loved Daisy.

"Thank you," you said softly, looking up at him. "That means a lot to me, Alastor. You've been so kind to me, and I appreciate it more than you know." You reached out and touched his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin. "And I'll always be here for you too, if you ever need a friend."

The silence continued, only broken off the sound of Loralie looking for you, you finally excused yourself, heading over towards her. "Loralie! Hold on, I'm here!" you called out, seeing you, she grabbed your hand. pulling you through the crowd.

"we're goin home. now." she sounded angry, you wondered. wanting to ask her, "what happened? Loralie, tell me." you reached out to her, yet she pulled you through the crowd instead, once the two of you got inside the car. she set her bag aside. groaning.

"Loralie.. what happened?" you asked as she whined. "ugh! there's this girl. absolutely sassy, ugh, i swear I'll knock that arrogance out of her" you let out small chuckle, patting her back. "I'll leave you to it then"

You watched as Loralie's mood shifted from anger to happiness in an instant. She was always able to turn around her emotions in seconds, and it was one of the things you admired most about her. You chuckled at her words, amused by her reaction.

"Oh, Loralie," you said, shaking your head playfully. "Don't let her get to you. She's not worth your time or energy."

Loralie sighed, letting out an exaggerated moan before turning to you. "I know, but it's just so frustrating, you know?"

You nodded, understanding her frustration. "I do. But sometimes, it's better to just let it go. Don't feed into her negativity, and she'll eventually stop."

Loralie seemed to consider your words for a moment before nodding in agreement. "You're right. Thanks for always being there for me, you're a real friend," she said with a small smile.

You smiled back, happy to have been able to help. "Of course, Loralie. That's what friends are for."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Some hcs that reader (with a gholdengo and drifblim) who takes care of pecharunt after the events of mochi mayhem.. pecharunt tries to get the reader to eat one of its mochi bc it doesn't think reader is their friend unless reader eats the mochi but reader always tells it "im your friend buddy i promise u" but will bonk its head if it tries to get other people to eat the mochi

((I am a strong pecharunt appologist))

After Gholdengo and Drifblim helped you defeat Pecharunt back in Kitakami....the next step was to become its friend and show it all the love that it's been denied for so long.

According to one of the elders, there was more to the story about the Loyal Three and Ogerpon and why they sought after her masks all those years ago, but most of it was omitted from books.

Apparently Pecharunt was only obeying the wishes of its owners that it fed mochi to, and in trying to fulfill their request, the mission winded up turning into something quite tragic for everyone involved.

Hearing that tale made you feel a bit more sympathetic when it came time to properly introduce the mythical to your two aces.

Immediately it thinks it's gonna get another beat down and flings mochi at them in self-defense....but your Gholdengo just blocks them with their skateboard while one bounces harmlessly off of Drifblim's body.

"Stop that, Pech...there's no battle going on here. We're not gonna hurt you. You're safe."

Pecharunt spins around to face you, seeing that you're currently preparing a sandwich on the picnic table.

Before you could finish putting the bread on top (unless you feel like leaving it off), it gently sets down one or two mochi atop the other ingredients, looking at you expectantly.

Only to throw a fit when you instead calmly remove them.

"I'm sorry. I just have to make this sandwich a specific way...but a mochi sandwich does sound tasty.."

"...cha..cha..." It retreats into its shell, looking gravely upset.

You know it didn't mean any harm by it...but one of your partners thought otherwise.

"Dengo!"

"Blimmm.."

You see Drifblim trying to discourage Gholdengo from throwing coins at the poor poison type, but knowing your ghost/steel type..they're petty and think Pecharunt is bad news all around.

They're pretty much saying "well let's see how they like having stuff thrown at them!"

Fortunately, you manage to calm everyone down, gently shooing your 'mons into playing elsewhere before looking for Pecharunt...who was hiding underneath the table, shaking.

You simply sit on the ground and talk to it that way, explaining that you learned about its past and understood why it acts the way it does.

"You don't have to give me mochi in order to get me to like you. We're already friends."

"Run..?"

"Listen, you've spent your whole life trying to please others. You feel like you owe them something, and you're afraid that if you stop giving, they won't love you anymore. But you don't have to worry about that here. My friendship doesn't come with a price, Pecharunt." You smile and hold out your arms. "Except maybe...a hug? And a promise to stop possessing my human friends?"

"........."

"In turn, I'll protect you and make sure you never feel lonely again. Does that sound like a deal?"

Given its hesitance to even look you in the eye, you're unsure if Pecharunt was ready to be this open with you so soon, or if it was afraid you were just lying...

Yet it was quickly moved to tears as it floats into your arms, allowing you to embrace it closely.

You're glad you two could finally come to an understanding.

This mythical 'mon wasn't evil at heart..just misguided in its drive for love and affection.

Now it didn't have to worry about losing yours anymore.

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Switch Of Daylight: Chapter Twelve, Forgive

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[Eleven] [Twelve] [Thirteen]

(I’m remodeling my chapters. Not story wise just the look of everything)

"Werewolves are not vicious." Bella tells Alice as she's making herself hot chocolate. Alice is pacing in the room as I sit at the table.

I stare at the ground. Alice and I still haven't truly acknowledged each other. "Until they lose their tempers." She argues.

"They saved me from Laurent with [Name]. They're protecting us from Victoria." My sister informs her, the vampire seems shocked. "Victoria? I didn't see her? I didn't see you get pulled from the water either by [Name]." Alice says my name hesitantly, carefully side glancing as me when it leaves her mouth.

"She saved me, Jacob was there seconds after. I wouldn't have made it without him. You have no idea what it was like." Bella frowns.

"Yes. I do. I knew leaving wouldn't be good for you. I tried to tell Edward, but he wouldn't listen." She responds, my chest tenses up. She knew.

She knew about Bella that means she knew about me. My skin begins to tingle as anger grows inside of me.

Thoughts racing, practically bouncing off the walls in my head. "Does he know you're here?" I hear my sister ask but it's muffled. Everything's muffled. I begin to take breaths as if I need it.

"No. He's been... away..."

I stand up angrily, forcing myself from the scene. Accidentally slamming the chair back, breaking it. I don't care enough to apologize as I just leave the house. My body shakes from the anger I'm feeling. My skin feels like it's on fire.

I remember how anger triggers this feeling, attempting to calm myself it cools down but definitely still there. I hold myself, confused on what to do so I sit on the ground. Thinking everything over.

Hours pass I didn't even realize it, a door opens behind me and I figure it's just Alice going to her car to leave or something so I stay quiet. "Can we talk?" She sits across from me, I didn't even realize she got in front of me. I suck in a deep breath. Let's get this over with I guess.

I glance up at her, my head still facing down. "Go ahead." I say.

"I got your calls." She whispers, a pang hits my heart. She got them and never responded. She admitted to it. How... why? I stay quiet. "I... couldn't answer." She continues. Now I'm looking at her. "You hurt me, [Name]." She tells me, this is where I roll my eyes in response.

"[Name] please, you admitted to not trusting my family, to not trusting Jasper and I!" She slightly raises her voice to which I shake my head, putting a finger up to stop her.

"Alice, stop talking." I warn her. I feel my body start to hurt, it felt like the muscle sores I got after having a panic attack as a human. "I just need you to understand I was upset with you. I didn't-" I cut her off but standing up.

"Alice, enough." I attempt to warn her again. She follows suit, stepping closer to me. I didn't move an inch. As much as I wanted Alice and Jasper back this... this is not how I wanted it to be. "[Name], I'm sorry..."

It falls silent around us, she takes it as a sign to step closer. I don't move but I do flinch. Not out of fear that she'd hurt me but realization that I need to back away.

I need this conversation to end before I blow up and say things I don't mean. "Will you forgive me?" She asks me, my eyes glance at her then away from her.

"Alice stop this conversation please." Instead, she touches my arm which shocks it. Her eyebrows furrowed and I hiss in pain. The warmth now covering over it. "Are you okay? That's never happened before." Her face is full of worry and confusion and I hold my arm but my feet haven't moved from its placement.

"Alice!" I abruptly shout, she jumps from surprise. Obviously not expecting me to raise my voice like this.

"I need you to leave me alone! You did it for months, start doing it again!" I glare at her, finally backing away from her.

"Do you not understand what you did to me? I begged you guys to understand that I couldn't leave. Something you I guess didn't even want to do. As you said to Bella. My sister. And treated me like shit because of it. Then knowing I was going to find out about the prophecy b.s, you guys never once checked up on me. I called hundreds of times. Scared out of my mind because I was told that I could change into some monster! Something that even you would try to kill. So yeah, I'm angry with you. And no I don't think I'm forgiving you any time soon." I yell in her face, she doesn't move away from me. Taking it all as I scream in anger.

Then the pain I felt before gets a little worse. Dragging me down a little bit. I take a breath, something that's been needed more frequently. "And tell Jasper he's just as bad." I spat, before collecting myself and going back into my house to leave Alice with what I said.

I see Bella on the top of the stairs but I ignore it, heading straight to my room. Falling down on my bed, barely missing it as the pain really sets in as the adrenaline leaves my body. I begin to start shivering.

Now cold...

I lazily drag the covers over my body as I feel myself get weaker. What's happening to me?

I know what's happening I just am fighting it. I'm in denial. It can't happen.

I close my eyes, I didn't fall asleep. I just laid there thinking everything over.

I didn't leave my room, or my bed. I heard my door open to different people each time checking in on me. My dad doing it the most. I told him I didn't feel good and he just understood. I apologized to him about Harry to which there was just a sad silence.

I heard him apologize to Bella about her not being able to come since they wanted the service small. Then him leaving and Alice questioning her about it.

Moments pass and I hear Jacob outside. "Huh. Didn't see him with you guys at the water. Maybe my visions allergic to dogs." Alice mercilessly says. It hurts me as I'm probably going to turn partly into one. "Alice..." Bella sighs out. "I'll do some hunting." She says, leaving the house.

It's not only Jacob that's approaching the house, it's Embry and Quil too. "Quil... you too?" Bella asks.

"Yeah. Me, too." Quil aggressively responds. I hear Jake get out of the vehicle they were in. "You alone?"

"Yes, well [Name]'s in her room. She hasn't left it since Alice got here." Bella informs him. "Shouldn't you be at the funeral?" She changes the subject.

"Had to talk to you first." He then tells the guys to go on and he'll meet them there.

The vehicle drives away. They enter the house, now it's a lot better to hear them. "Look, Jake. I'm sorry I-"

"This place stinks to hell, even more than when it's just [Name]." You could tell he was joking more about me, I roll my eyes.

"You're welcome to leave. In fact-" "How many Cullens are here and how long are they staying?" He cuts her off with the question. "Just Alice. And she'll stay as long as she wants." She snaps back. If I wasn't so angry with Alice I'd back her up but I want nothing more than for her to leave. Her voice to leave my mind. "Are the rest coming back?"

"Not that I'm aware of. Anything else?" Bella's getting irritated. "That's it."

"Better go report to Sam." Bella tells him, I can feel his emotions for some reason but then he goes from annoyed to beat. Disappointed with himself. "I've done it again. I keep breaking my promise not to hurt you." He says to her. "It doesn't have to be this way." My sister pleads.

"Yeah it does."

"Am I gonna lose you this time, Jacob?" She questions. "It was easier when we were human, wasn't it?" Then it grows quiet. I want to know what's happening but at the same time I can hear their heartbeats enough to know I'm better off where I am. The phone rings, and their heart beats begin to go back to normal. Sort of.

"swan residence." Jacob answered the phone. I hear a familiar voice. "He's not here. He's at a funeral."

Jacob's voice goes cold and I immediately know who it was. Jacob hangs up the phone.

"Filthy bloodsucker." He mutters.

"Wait, who was it?" Bella asks, I squeeze my eyes shut. "Dr. Carlisle Cullen." He lies.

"You should have let me talk to him." She says. "He didn't ask for you."

"Step away from me Bella."

I guess this is where I should come in as well. I take a breath, standing up from the bed. Taking the energy from the house to build up my own. The pain slowly went away last night but I can still feel it in my chest. "Alice, what's wrong?" She turns to the vampire.

"Edward.."

"what about him? What happened?" Bella panics. "I just saw him in a vision. He thinks you're dead." Worry covers my- Alice's face. "That was him calling, not Carlisle." Bella realizes. "Bella, he's going to Italy... tot he Volturi." Alice announces.

No moments pass where Bella is packing her clothes. Now just Alice and I in the room. We hear Bella and Jacob upstairs as he pleads with her not to go. "Your transformation... it's starting?" She asks me, I look up at her and shrug.

"You care now? Or do I have to have Bella jump off a cliff again for that?" I stare at her, emotionless. I walk up the stairs. "Alice has the tickets. Let's go." I tell Bella. "Those Cullens might hunt animals but those monsters in Italy don't." Jacob squares up with me.

"We're well aware of what the Volturi are." Alice joins us. "Then why are you taking Bella to them like a bottle of wine to a party." He quizzes. "Right, she's better off here with Victoria stalking her. The one you dogs can't seem to catch?"

Jacob growls, a shudder going through him. Bella steps in front of us, stopping him from morphing. "Let's go." Bella takes us, leading outsides.

Alice and I get in the car, I sit in the back on purpose even though Bella was going to. Jacob catches her arm before she can enter though. "please, Bella. Stay here. For Charlie... for me." He begs with her, she hugs him in response.

"Bye, Jacob." She climbs in the Mercedes. I notice the visible agony he has. Bella goes to pull her seat belt on but then Alice stops her. "Maybe Jacob's right." My sister tries to cut her off.

"No, you need to realize the Volturi could easily see me as Edward's accomplice. And you're a human who knows too much and tastes too good. They could kill us all." All Bella responds with is clipping her seatbelt in. Alice sees she won't change her mind so she shifts the gear and drives.

The drive to the airport, I repeatedly catch Alice staring at me. Only to get a straight face in return. Even the flight grew awkward.

Alice and I steal a yellow Porsche with dark tinted windows as we both can't be seen in the sunlight. She wears a hooded coat as I wear a cowboy hat and long sleeves. "Where'd you get the car?" Bella questions as she gets in the car with us. "Hope you're not opposed to grand theft auto." Alice says. "Not today."

Then she floors it as Bella is in it.

The car flies down the highway.

This is a little short but it’s because the last chapter is about to be very long. Might be out to tomorrow. I’m working on it tonight but I know for a fact I’m gonna pass out before I finish it lol.

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The Peacock and The Crow

(Chapters 9 & 10)

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Author's note: chat I forgor it was the 25th today lmao anyways (UPDATE LIKE 5 MINUTES LATER AFTER POSTING THIS I JS REALIZED THAT CHP TEN IS KINDA DONE SO I DECIDED TO ADD IT HERE)

CHAPTER NINE: Can't wait to tell this story to my grandchildren.

The next day was the same as yesterday, a horn woke us half bloods up and everyone headed out. I yawned and stretched, hearing the loud cracks coming from my joints and my back, sleeping on the floor wasn't ideal, it was stiff but at least I had somewhere to sleep. I saw Rey already at the hermes table, talking with some other camper who looked to be the same age as him.

“morning Junie!” Rey got up from his seat after giving the camper he was talking to a small goodbye wave. “morning.” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as he went up to me. Its energy like this that I wonder if he photosynthesizes this energy. We sat back down at the table, waiting for the food to be served. Rey went to talk about more on his life, the wolf house, Lupa, and other stuff until Keaton came by and did the same thing as yesterday. Make some big speech on how he was gonna save us all.

”I have a question, what is this prophecy Keaton’s talking about?” I looked to Rey, already tuning out Keaton in the background. “oh, it goes like this!” Rey let out a cough before speaking out this prophecy. “A child, one feared but one most cheered. Be the one, the prophecy neared.” Rey continued, this seems interesting. “through the deepest depth, lay a great name, find the one who attains this fame.” Rey ended with that, the breakfast soon came. Reyno had gotten eggs and bacon, I got a grilled cheese sandwich. “so thats what Keaton’s been on and on about? never really did get that ‘most feared’ part from him.” I told Rey, he was already shoveling the bacon into his mouth as if it was the last meal he’s ever gonna have. “Same here but the moment Keaton heard of this, he immediately started acting all special.” 

“Well, I guess whatever happens, we’ll find out soon enough, huh?” I said, taking another bite of my grilled cheese. It was comfort food, and right now, I needed that.

Rey nodded, his mouth still full of food. “Yep. Whatever the prophecy means, it’s probably going to make things interesting around here. Hopefully, we don’t all get dragged into whatever chaos Keaton’s convinced we’re about to face.”

“Let’s just hope that ‘great name’ in the prophecy isn’t referring to him,” I muttered under my breath. 

Me and Rey finished breakfast, after that he took me to do the camp activities. The first thing he wanted to do was fighting so we went to the arena. “here! I’ll teach you how to wield a sword!” As we walked in, there were already people sword fighting, some in the actual arena itself and others off to the side. I followed Rey to the rack of wooden swords, he tossed me one. It felt light in my hands, I held it on my right hand. Rey stood across from me, grinning widely. He wasn’t holding a sword, though. Instead, his eyes twinkled with mischief, and I noticed his hands were flexing, his nails beginning to elongate, sharp and claw-like.

“Ready for this?” he asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I blinked, taken aback. “Uh, you’re not using a sword?”

Rey laughed, a deep, easy sound. “Nah, I’m good without one! Watch this!” His hands fully morphed, the claws extending from his fingertips in a smooth, almost graceful movement. “I’ve got my own weapons.”

I swallowed hard as he flexed his claws, giving me a wink. “No need to worry. I’m not gonna bite... unless you really deserve it.” He gave an exaggerated growl, showing off his teeth.

I chuckled nervously. “Right... okay, let's do this.”

With a sudden burst of energy, Rey lunged, his claws swiping through the air faster than I could react. I raised the wooden sword in front of me just in time to block the strike, the sound of wood meeting claw ringing through the air. The force sent me stumbling back a step, my arms buzzing from the impact.

Rey straightened up, grinning ear to ear. “Whoa! Nice block! You’ve got some good reflexes! But you gotta think quicker, yeah? You can’t just wait for me to come at you.”

I tightened my grip on the sword, trying to shake off the initial shock. “Right, thinking. Got it.”

He bounced on his toes again, clearly enjoying himself. “Good! ‘Cause I’m gonna come at you fast. Don’t blink!” Without another word, Rey darted forward, claws slashing at my side. I tried to dodge, but I wasn’t fast enough—his claws grazed my arm, a sharp sting that made me grit my teeth. Everything seemed to just stop for a moment, I could hear my heartbeat louder then Rey’s voice. The blood from the slash on my arm only seemed to grow bigger as I stared at it, the metallic blood now filling my nostrils. My breath grew deeper while I felt the heat from my blood drip. I could only stand there, and hold my stance, sword still in hand. Last thing I saw before passing out was Rey lunging towards me, concerned.

It had probably been hours since I passed out, now I was in the infirmary. It was quiet in the room where I stayed, too quiet for my liking. My arm was not wrapped up in a bandage, there was a slight brown stain on it. I could still recall the smell of blood, metallic. That was the first real time where I felt just, scared? It really wasn't fear that I felt, I didn’t know what to feel. Looking around the room, Rey wasn't there. He probably felt bad for attacking me by accident.

”oh, your awake.” I heard a voice enter the room. It sounded calming. The first thing I saw was a tray of food, then I knew exactly who it was. “Keith?” I mumbled out, he must've heard it “how do you know who I am?” Shoot, I probably sounded like a creep “Uhm, a friend told me? Reyno. I don’t know his last nam-“

 “wolf guy? I saw him rush you here in a hurry, after that he left” I watched as Keith placed the tray of food down by the table to my right. As he got closer to me, I started to notice things I didn't yesterday: he had a mole on his upper cheek, right underneath his left eye, Keith also had an earring, it looked like a peacock feather. “how are your bandages, not to tight?” He snapped me back to reality as he touched my arm.

”Oh! yeah yeah, not too tight” I sat up while Keith was making sure my bandages were just right. Keith finished adjusting the bandage on my arm, his touch gentle but precise. I could feel the warmth of his hand linger for a moment, and I couldn't help but notice the careful attention he gave to making sure I was comfortable. 

Keith then turned around to place the tray of food on my lap. It was bread, some fruits and soup.”You should eat something. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.” “thank you” I mumbled, picking up the bread to eat.

Keith nodded before heading toward the door. "Take care of yourself, June. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask." He left, I was alone again. As I picked at the food, my mind drifted back to Rey. I wondered if he felt guilty about what happened—he must’ve been worried. I couldn’t blame him. It was my fault for freezing up like that. I should’ve reacted faster. 

I stayed in the infirmary, it had probably been a few hours since Keith had left me alone. I wonder how Rey’s doing, I should apologize to him, I should've been faster, should have countered his attacks. 

Then I spent the rest of my afternoon just at the infirmary, soon will came in and checked up on my arm before telling me that I could go back to cabin 11. He gave me the same yellow liquid from when I first arrived. It still tasted like mango pudding cubes. Leaving the infirmary with a new scar, the first person to run up to me was Rey.

He hugged me so hard I swear to you he would have broken my ribs. He was saying sorry a thousand times for his earlier actions, saying that he should have just used a wooden weapon rather then his claws. I just said that I forgive him and that it was my fault for not reacting faster. “WHAT?? but it was my fault that I slashed you an- and you didn't even know how to fight!” He rambled into my shirt, the anxiety prominent in his voice. “I know I know but, I should've dodged your attack. Reflexes, am I right?” I tried to lighten up the mood by smiling in the way that Will does, but Reyno just looked at me worried. I knew that look too well. 

We continued training, but Reyno was a lot more cautious than before. He watched me carefully as we fought, moving a lot slower. Reyno flexed and unflexed his claws, gripping the wooden sword he grabbed from the rack beside the training dummies. The scar on my arm stung a little, not fully but just a little. It felt like an ant bite, or a jellyfish one.

Reyno and I trained for awhile, we trained until it was dinner time. Same routine as yesterday, except Keaton walked up to me.

 “Hey, you! You’re the other new camper  that arrived here, right?” He gave me a look, the same look that one gives you before they start being mean for no reason at all. “Yeah…?” I mumbled, Reyno had left me by myself because he needed to talk to some other friends, maybe something important. I fidgeted, averting my eyes uncomfortably from his gaze.

 “What? You think you’re too  good to look me directly in the eyes?” I looked at them, just for a second. They pierced into mine like bright rubies, the moonlight reflecting off them menacingly. The effect made him look more threatening than how he really was. I winced, turning my head away. “Ha! So you do, huh?” He slowly stepped forwards, which a “Well, listen up, okay? I’m not gonna let you upstage me just because you’re also new. If you do anything remotely fancy like become some child of the big three!” He exclaimed, almost as if he was saying that I was gonna upstage him. “Stay in your lane, four eyes.” Keaton turned away right after flicking my forehead, it didn't hurt really. It felt like a fly just flew right into my forehead. That was a weird interaction, thankfully Rey came back and sat next to me. “Sooo, what did I miss?” “nothing really, Keaton just told me to stay in the background.” I shrugged, not really knowing what to say. 

The next day came by faster than I expected and Rey was called to go on a quest with some other campers. I recognized one of them as the camper I saw at the arena, the one who was practically beating the hell out of that training dummy. I wanted to go with him of course, but…

“It's better if you stay here at camp, Junie.” Rey put his hand on my shoulder, looking at me with a serious expression rather than his silly sunshine one. “But why?” I asked him, a bit confused. I know I didn’t know how to wield a sword or a bow but. I didn’t want to be alone. “You need some more training, but don’t worry! I’ll try and finish this quest as fast as I can!” He soon slung his bag over his shoulder, walking away after he ruffled my hair. I watched him leave with the others, he disappeared into the foliage of the trees, walking farther and farther away from where I stood.

This felt familiar somehow. 

“You look lonely” I hear someone remark from behind me, I quickly fixed my hair as I turned to see who it was, it was Keith. “Don't worry, I've seen Reyno finish a quest as fast as hermes, he’ll be fine.” I nodded, not really wanting to speak after Rey had left. The next day felt short, it passed, one blink and it was gone. All I could remember from that day was…Keith?

I woke up early, before everyone else. Shuffling through the covers of my sleeping bag, I found my glasses and stared at the small clock the person beside me had, 6:30 am. I got up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. It was extra cold that morning, almost freezing. I pulled the covers of my sleeping bag off my legs, the cold hitting them. I shivered, even with socks on it still was cold for me. Honestly I don’t get how the campers here can wear shorts in the morning. 

The only and last clothes I had left that I had found in the lost and found were just some plaid white and blue pants and a black and red nirvana shirt. I wanted to go back to bed but my mind was telling me to take a walk outside. Quickly and quietly I left the cabin, looking around the place. It was plain, no campers running around or training. The slight sound of the trees and the wind whistling felt calming.

My eyes scanned the area, looking left and then right. Something, more specifically someone caught my eye, I saw a camper sitting by the campfire, wrapped in a blanket. It took me a second to realize who it was, Keith. I wondered why he was awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. There was something about him that felt somehow mysterious? I couldn't explain it but it was drawing me in.

Before I knew it, I was standing right behind him, Keith must've heard my footsteps. “I see i'm not the only one who wakes up this early” Keith looked at me, turning his head. 

He looked tired, almost like he’s never slept a day in his life, “what time did you wake up?” I asked, sitting next to him. 

“around 5? 5 or 5:20” I nodded, “I woke up at 6:30” 

We sat there in silence, just enjoying the warmth of the fire, Keith broke the silence “is your arm okay? you should probably change the bandages soon.” He said, looking down at my arm. It still stung a little, felt a bit numb, “oh, okay.” I replied, looking at my arm too.

“not much of a talker, are you?” He commented, “Your name's June right? June Manalo was it?” 

“yeah, how'd you know?” I was a bit surprised at that. I mean sure a few days before when Rey rushed me to the infirmary he would've said my first name but even I haven't told him my last name… 

Keith looked at me with a small smirk. "Rey mentioned it, when he was panicking about you getting hurt. It wasn’t exactly hard to piece together." He stretched, adjusting his blanket around him. “He talks about you a lot, you know. How you’re quick to forgive him and all that. Kind of cute, actually.” I let out a small chuckle “did he ask you to watch over me while he was gone?”

 Keith chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Nah. I just like the quiet. It’s peaceful, you know? I don’t get much of that during the day. And I’m used to being awake when everyone else is still asleep.” His eyes flickered toward me for a moment before he added, “I’ve seen you around camp. You don’t look like you fit in, not yet anyway.”

I frowned, not really sure how to take that. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “You’re different. You haven’t really found your place here, have you?” His gaze softened as he looked at me. “But you will. It takes time.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t know Keith had this way of seeing through people, like he understood something deep down that no one else did. And honestly, it kind of scared me.

“So, what about you?” I finally asked, breaking the silence again. “Do you feel like you belong here?”

Keith looked at me for a long moment, his expression blank. Then he exhaled slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around him. "Not really," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "I’m just here because I have to be. But I don’t really fit in with anyone either." He glanced at me, as if deciding whether or not to say more, but then shrugged it off. “It’s complicated.”

I didn’t push him for more, though I was curious. There was a lot about Keith that I didn’t understand, and something told me that if I kept digging, I might end up finding more than I bargained for. But for now, I was content with the quiet.

The fire crackled between us, and the silence felt less oppressive as the minutes ticked by. It was strangely peaceful, being with someone who didn’t feel the need to fill every moment with words.

Soon the breakfast sound rung, all the campers now leaving their cabins to eat food. 

Keith stood up, wrapping the blanket around him like a cloak, and stretched his arms above his head. "Guess it’s time for breakfast," he muttered, I started to follow him as he walked to the pavilion. It was the same old crowd, one I've gotten used to over the past few weeks. Separating from Keith, I felt his hand catch my wrist “Why don't you come sit with me at the hera table, June?” 

“...okay” I said, letting Keith pull on my wrist to his table. I watched him sit down and pat the seat next to him, I just kept my silence and followed. 

I followed Keith that day, wherever he went I went too, whatever he did I did too. I followed him like a lost cat or his shadow, Keith would pop in from time to time, saying something about the activity we were doing. He was pretty good at a lot of camp things, archery, arts and crafts and sword fighting. I sat off to the side most of the time since my arm still had to heal. I was able to do some camp activities though, like arts and crafts.

There was still that same feeling that someone was just watching me, my every breath, move, and speech. Looking around, nothing was out of the ordinary. That apollo camper and nico were hanging out, probably just chatting, younger campers were running around and playing some game, and others just doing what they wanted to. I shook my head, must be paranoia, but the moment I looked back to nico and that camper to check again, nico was staring at me as if I had some answer to a question he was burning to ask. 

Before I could even get up to ask nico to stop staring, keith tapped me on the shoulder. “do you want to head to the pavilion early?” I nodded, I'll just ignore nico. Maybe he’ll stop.

Dinner was just the same routine, except I had keith to sit and talk with me. We chatted about today’s activities or just some campers, “did you hear that demeter kid’s on her fourth boyfriend this week?” Keith whispered to me, I looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a curly haired brunette hugging a dude’s arm “oh damn…how old is she?” I asked, she didn't look older than 13. “somewhere around…14 or 13 I think, her boyfriend is like 17”  I was surprised that a thirteen year old had a boyfriend who was 4 years older than her, was that not reverse pedophilia? 

Soon after dinner ended, keith walked me to go get more sleeping clothes in the lost and found. I didn't find much except for long baggy pants with stars on them and a t-shirt with a cat. He waved me good night after He walked me to the shower rooms.

I prayed to whoever and whatever gods that the shower rooms where empty, surprisingly they were. Turning on the shower valve, the water came out hot. The hot water felt good against my skin, its warm enveloping me like a warm hug I'd get from my friends. Showering was quick, I wanted to get out and onto my bed immediately. 

I was in and out of the shower rooms quick, putting on the clothes as fast as I can before bee lining to the cabin. The door was closed as I reached the foot steps of the cabin. “damnit!” I semi shouted to myself as I tried knocking, no answer. It was freezing outside and my sleeping bag was in there. Not wanting to cause a whole scene, I just laid down on the ground and curled up like a cat would. I pulled my arms into my shirt, crossing them for warmth. Why was it always so cold during the nights?

I felt sleep soon take me over, my eye lids getting heavier and heavier by the second. The last thing I saw before succumbing to the slumber was the moon…

CHAPTER TEN: The calm before the storm

The sound of laughter rang through my ears, eyes staring at me in every direction. I felt the void around me close in, taking every breath I had. When I looked up, I saw Keaton laughing at me, pointing to my shoes and my outfit. He laughed like a hyena, being joined by his group of friends. All of them surrounded me, predator and prey, pointing and whispering stuff unintelligible, their eyes were pure white with a black dot. 

I couldn't think, couldn't breathe out a word to say something. My mouth was covered with a piece of red tape. Their voices became louder and louder, filling up my ears. I tried running away, to find anyone or anything besides them. It was a dark and empty void that followed me with every step I took. I covered my ears to block out the sound of their laughing but it was no use. I soon stopped as a hooded figure, boney in structure appeared in front of me. He held his staff and lifted his hand up to point at me…

“your next, little crow.” His voice was raspy and hagarred, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. I stared at him and before I knew it, I was being dragged down into the depths of where I stood. It was red, blood red, I looked down to see what was pulling me and it was a white string that burned like a thousand fires. I tried to swim up but the surface only seemed to get farther and farther away. I just gave up, letting the blood red liquids seep into my lungs, the laughing stopped.

Is this what death felt like? Was this the freedom I needed? Death isn't something to be afraid of, it happens once and once only. Death is a beautiful thing, for it lets you be released from all the sins you have committed.

But soon, I woke up to a sharp pain to my stomach. “wake up four eyes!” I heard a familiar voice say, I jolted awake to see Keaton kicking my stomach as hard as he could. I winced but didn't do anything about it, “I said get up!” He yelled at me, I flinched. I got up as fast as I could, dusting myself off of the dirt Keaton had kicked onto me. “Sorry” I looked down to my shoes, feeling embarrassed that someone saw me sleeping outside on the ground like some dog. “Next time at least find a tree to sleep in, little bird.” Keaton scoffed and walked away, his entourage following him behind. My stomach hurt like hell after Keaton kicked it, all I could do was clutch my stomach with my bandaged arm as I walked to the pavilion for breakfast. I didn't want keith to see me right now, I looked pathetic, I looked like a homeless man. 

I headed straight to the hermes table, sitting beside two tall campers to avoid Keith seeing me. They didn't notice me sitting in between them, maybe it was because I was short. 

The two campers beside me were talking about something—probably the latest prank that had gone down—but I wasn’t really paying attention. I grabbed a piece of toast from the tray in front of me, the crunch almost too loud in my ears, and forced myself to take a bite.  The bread was dry, barely tasting of anything as I chewed. My mind kept drifting back to the nightmare, the feeling of suffocation, of being dragged deeper into that suffocating red abyss. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to push it out of my head. I wasn’t sure if the pain in my stomach or the memories from the dream were worse. Maybe they were both a sign that I wasn’t really awake yet. 

"Hey, you alright?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see one of the campers beside me looking at me with mild concern, her dark eyes studying my face. I hadn't even noticed her sitting there until now. I blinked, caught off guard. "Huh? Oh, I’m fine."

She gave me a skeptical look, clearly not buying it. "You sure? You look... off."

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "Just tired. Bad night."

She nodded slowly, her expression softening a little. "Yeah, I get that. The camp can mess with your head sometimes. Just don’t let it drag you down."

Her words hung in the air like a distant echo, and for a moment, I couldn’t decide if they were comforting or just another reminder that I wasn’t really fitting in here at all. Still, I appreciated the gesture. She wasn’t Keaton, who seemed to take pleasure in making my life more difficult.

"Thanks," I muttered, trying to sound more at ease than I felt. 

As I finished the last of my toast, I forced myself to stand and blend into the crowd, pretending to be like everyone else. My eyes wandered for a moment, and that was when I saw Keith—his usual calm demeanor as he sat by the fire, chatting with a few campers. He didn’t seem to notice me right away, and for a second, I almost let the chance slip away.

She gave me a small smile before turning her attention back to her own breakfast, and I did the same. But my mind didn’t settle. It never did anymore. Every second was a battle between the familiar chaos of camp life and the unsettling thoughts that kept creeping in.

I didn't realize it at the time, but the more I looked at the campers around me, the more I felt like I was on the outside looking in—again. No one knew what I was really going through. No one understood. Not even Rey. The day continued on as normal, like everyday but I tried my hardest to hide away from keith. Every activity I did I made sure keith wasn't there or looking my way.

The activities were a blur, each one slipping by faster than the last, but the weight in my chest never quite lifted. Every time I thought about Keith, I felt a knot twist tighter. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me, even when he wasn’t. That constant, gnawing sense that I was always on the edge of something terrible, something I couldn’t control.

I still followed the same routine, after dinner I showered and got a new set of clothes. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows over the campgrounds, but I hardly noticed the change. The unease gnawed at me, crawling beneath my skin like a bug that wouldn't leave. I couldn't escape the feeling that someone was always lurking just out of sight, waiting for me to slip up. My thoughts kept drifting back to Keith. He was there—somewhere in the back of my mind—like a shadow, just out of reach but always there, like the echo of a bad memory. 

The sun sank lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, I found myself walking toward the edge of camp, away from the laughter and the noise. I needed to breathe, to get away from everyone and everything. I felt bad, not more or so depressed but bad, I didn’t do anything wrong though? Why am I feeling this way if all I did was wake up? Maybe that was the problem, maybe me just being here was the problem all along. I didn’t even notice when I walked up to a tree somewhere on the outskirts of camp. 

I let out a long breath, hoping the air would clear my mind, but it didn’t. It never did. My eyes shifted to the campfire, far off into the distance. It was cold. I missed the warmth from the campfire, the heat from the flame warm against my skin.  There had to be something else, something I could focus on that didn’t tie me to this dark place. But every time I tried, my mind circled back to the same fears, the same dread. It was like a storm inside me, relentless and impossible to ignore. The feeling of the shadows wrap around me, covering me like some shield. I pulled my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in my arms.

I want to disappear.

“Hey is anyone over there?” I looked up to see a camper, she had blunt bangs and glasses. Her hands were cupped against her mouth, making whatever she was shouting louder for me to hear. I immediately got up from my spot, brushing myself off as I walked over. “oh hey, just uh…needed some air to breathe?” I said, my voice a little higher pitched then normal.

The camper blinked at me, clearly not expecting that response. “Yeah? Well, you might want to breathe a little quieter next time, or someone’s going to think you’re dying out here.” Her voice was sharp but oddly casual, like she wasn’t fully invested in the idea of small talk. I had expected her to keep walking, maybe even roll her eyes at my awkwardness, but she just stood there, watching me with a raised brow.

“Not dying, just... drowning in my own thoughts,” I muttered, quickly regretting it. "But hey uhm…I mean, it's not like anyone cares about that anyway, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly, but she didn’t shoot back some snarky remark like I expected. Instead, she just gave me a look that said she wasn’t entirely convinced, but also not entirely interested in making me feel worse. Right, 'cause it's totally normal to just let your brain run wild like that. Must be so easy to ignore the chaos," she said, with a sardonic edge. There was a moment of silence, before she sighed dramatically, almost like she was annoyed with herself. “Look, I'm not here to lecture you, but whatever mess you're swimming in, don't think you're the only one who’s drowning.”

She paused, and for the first time, her gaze softened, if only just a little. “But hey, everyone needs air sometimes. Just... don't stay out here too long, or you might catch a cold. And then you’d really be miserable.” Her voice was still blunt, but it didn’t feel quite so harsh anymore. I walked with her back to the campfire, she waved me off before going to sit somewhere else. I didn't see Keith, surprisingly.  I sat back down by the fire, I tried to push the feeling of unease away, but it lingered, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. The embers crackled in front of me, casting flickering orange light over the ground, but even their warmth didn’t seem to reach the cold that had settled in my chest. I glanced around the fire, noting the others talking and laughing, the familiar sound of camp chatter that I’d been trying to avoid all day. But nothing felt normal anymore, not even the crackle of the fire.

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point, my mind slipped back to the events of earlier that morning. The sharp pain in my stomach still throbbed, a reminder of Keaton’s kick. The way he’d smiled, how his laugh felt like a weight sinking into my chest. And then there was the red tape. I could almost feel it pressing against my mouth again, suffocating me, as if I could never speak, never escape. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind, mocking, taunting.

I swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me, like dirt on my skin I couldn’t wash off. Maybe if I hadn’t been sleeping outside like that, maybe if I hadn’t looked so... weak, he wouldn’t have done it. Was it my fault? The fear of being seen as less than, as not enough, gnawed at me. But what did Keaton see when he looked at me? Weakness, probably. An easy target.

I rubbed my stomach absentmindedly, feeling the bruise there, trying to ignore the shame creeping up. I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I shouldn’t have let him laugh. But I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I hadn’t been able to do anything.

It didn’t matter. He was gone now, and I was here, still stuck in my own head. I could almost hear the laughter again, reverberating in the back of my mind, like an echo that wouldn’t fade. The shadows of the fire flickered, and for a moment, it felt like I was sinking again—like I was drowning in the feeling of it all. That same helplessness. I didn’t even know if I wanted to fit in here. I didn’t know if I ever had. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t matter. That maybe it didn’t hurt.

But even though I knew I wasn’t the only one drowning, I couldn’t help but feel that my weight was heavier than anyone else’s. Everyone else seemed so sure of their place, so sure of who they were. And here I was, stuck in this endless loop of self-doubt, of fear, of wanting to disappear.

The fire flickered one last time, the warmth barely brushing my skin, and I found myself standing up, walking away from it all, needing space, needing air. Away from the noise. Away from everything.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I needed to go. To find something, anything, that would take away the feeling of suffocation, even if it was just for a moment.

And maybe that was all I could ask for. Just a moment. A moment where I didn’t feel like I was always drowning.

[lucijawriteswords]

truck time | auston matthews

summary: you are met with a surprise as auston picks you up after practice, and a simple conversation about your game last night turns into so much more.

warnings: making out! so much angst. mutual pining, sexual tension, older brother's best friend auston, reader is insecure and always second guessing herself. a little fluffy here and there but really just a lot of angst and then a kiss at the end. very tame for me, i know. don't get used to it.

word count: 2.6k

A/N: hello hello hello! i'm sorry to have disappeared for so long. school is, as always, just a joy. and i have a new horse that i'm trying to put under saddle so that is taking just entirely too much of my time. anyways. enough about me! let's get to the story, shall we? apologies again because i did not edit this so there are likely typos. as always, let me know how you feel, what you want, who you want. i aim to please. thank you, as always, for reading, and now, enjoy the story!

you were trying hard not to cry, bouncing your throbbing leg, fidgeting with your fingernails. the bench of the picnic table you were sitting at was digging into your thighs and you knew the pattern was going to be pressed into your thighs, just another blemish amongst the bruises and blistered ankles of a hard, hard practice.

coach had skated you and your team hard today, citing last night’s game as the reason. a game you had won triumphantly, a 7-2 rout of the other team with two of your teammates getting hat tricks. but it was all in the third period. he said that if you and your teammates couldn’t produce consistently throughout all three periods, then winning didn’t even matter.

all you wanted after practice was a ride waiting for you, your sweet older brother john waiting in the car with your favorite food and open ears and seat heaters on. but he was busy, so he sent auston on his behalf. auston, who was, somehow, miraculously, free to pick up his best friend’s sister.

growing up, auston had seemed to be everywhere john was, and you were everywhere they were, despite being two years their junior. ice cream in the summer, family dinners, road trips, the summer fair- everywhere. auston and john had played hockey together until auston moved away during high school to play for the national program. since then, they’d stayed thick as thieves, and whenever auston somehow found himself back in arizona, he seemed to be everywhere john was, just like how it used to be. but now, here he was, without john in tow, picking you up from practice.

you heard the heavy tires and loud rumble of austin’s old truck, the one he kept here. the one you’d been in too many times to count. the door popped open and the thud of two heavy footfalls against pavement registered in your ears.

“hey, kid.” he drawled, the pet name ringing in your ears like a church bell, a welcome reprieve after the drilling whistles you’d been blasted with the past two hours. you grimaced in an attempt to smile.

he returned one, eyes questioning, before turning away and popping open the tailgate.

“hi.” you tossed your sticks in his general direction, hearing them clatter roughly into the bed. you bag followed suit, landing in the middle. auston’s head snapped up as he felt the tailgate sag as you hoisted yourself up, reaching for your bag to move it further up the bed. a warm hand stopped yours, hovering near the cloth handle.

"don’t worry about it, kid. i got this. just get in the truck.” his eyes were soft.

a soft smile- real this time- made its way onto your face, a quiet ‘ok’ leaving your lips as you slid off the tailgate and made your way around the side towards the passenger door.

sliding into the passenger seat and folding your legs up, your soft smile morphed into something more of a wince at the redness around your ankles. lace bite. you softy rubbed the fingers of one hand on the angry skin, the other hand reaching towards the center controls of the car for the seat heater, cranking it all the way up.

auston finally stopped fiddling in the trunk and snapped the cover down into place before shutting the tailgate. your eyes watched his figure in the rear view mirror as he made his way towards the front of the car. as he opened his door, your eyes (by no means on accident) raked across his shoulders and chest, noting the new fullness there.

“look strong, auston. they been working you hard up north?” his teeth flashed as he dropped himself into the seat, the truck bouncing under his bulk. he shook his head as he reached behind himself for his seatbelt, the smallest sliver of skin showing as his hoodie rose up. you found yourself drawing your legs closer to yourself.

“you know it, kid.”

“where’s j?” you wondered, pulling the arms of your sweatshirt down to cover your hands, impatiently waiting for the seat to warm you.

“he was running some errands before picking you up and got a flat on the highway. called a tow truck cause i guess he didn’t have a spare so he’s at the shop getting that fixed up. probably only an hour or two,” auston replied, hands flexing on the wheel as he pulled away from the curb.

“why didn’t he just call you?” you asked, shifting to face him, resting your head sideways against your headrest. “he wouldn’t have to pay you and you’d probably have it done before those guys at the shop even got the bolts out. you’re good at that type of thing.” he spared you a glance, a small grin breaking onto his face.

“why type of thing, exactly?”

you prickled under his gaze.

“oh, you know.” you returned, rubbing your thumb against the inside of your sweatshirt. “stuff with… your hands.” you trailed off, eyes falling and voice softening. something flickered in his gaze. he cleared his throat.

“how was practice?”

it was your turn to clear your throat. “bad,” you replied honestly, saw no benefit in keeping it from him. 

his gazed turned to you for a moment. “why? big win last night. you played like hell.”

your eyes widened, fixing themselves on his figure. “you were there?”

he scoffed. “course i was. cheered my ass off for you.”

you felt your mouth drop slightly, confusion pulling your eyebrows together. “i didn’t even know you were there,” you whispered, wonder laced in your tone. what would you have done, you wondered, if you had known? would you have scored four goals? five? would you have looked for him, for his figure in the stands, met his eyes with a smile? would you have walked out of the locker room, beaming and sweaty, to find him standing there, arms open, for you? 

you’d let go of those fantasies years ago. you’d always just been john’s little sister, ‘kid,’ the third wheel on their friendship bike. auston had been out of reach, unattainable- just two years older, but somehow a million light years away. you’d lived with feigned acceptance as girls came and went throughout highschool, had smiled and nodded and posed for pictures with them when they tagged along with you to auston and your brother’s games. you’d listened to their angry words when auston inevitably moved on, had let them drift away as plans for rides to games were no longer necessary, had monotonously deleted the photos on your phone. 

the fantasies, the dreams, the hazy imaginings of you in his jersey, cheering for him, traveling the continent with him, for him, sneaking onto the ice at whatever rink you found yourself at, just laughing and loving and reveling in each other. 

you’d pushed your feelings down for years, decided that once he moved to toronto, it was never going to happen. and so you loved him in secret, in childhood pictures in the collage of your phone background, in oddly timed facetime calls as he asked how to cook this, how to cook that, what the best way to get gear to stop stinking was. it never occurred to you that maybe, he was doing the same thing. 

you’d never dared to let yourself believe it before but maybe, just maybe, there was a reason auston had always moved on from  those girls. 

something different clouded auston’s voice, something gravelly and twisted. “what would you have done if you knew?” 

you laughed humorlessly, letting your head fall back against the weathered head rest. “not sure, aus. what would you have me do?” 

his response was instant. “i’d want you to look for me in the stands. wave at me or blow me a kiss or something.” he paused here, preparing himself- and you, quite possibly, for what he was about to admit. “i’d want you to come out of that locker room looking for me, with a big smile just for me. give me a hug, let me carry your bag and sticks to the car. maybe…” here he leveled you with a weary glance. “maybe let me kiss you goodnight when you get home.”

such honesty was not what you had expected. you were dumbfounded at the similarity between your fantasies, at the way they lined up perfectly, like the final edge piece of a puzzle snapping into place. your head lolled comfortably against the head rest, eyes boring into the faded ceiling of the cab. you realized, with a jolt, that you should probably say something. but you couldn’t figure out what.

“auston, i don’t know what to say… i never thought, no, well i mean i thought, but i never knew-”

he waved a hand at you, his jaw grinding as his adam’s apple worried his neck. “you don’t have to say anything. i shouldn’t have said anything. just want you to know. just… just want you.” his voice strained before dying with a crackle. he cleared his throat, resigning himself to stare at the road ahead, one hand gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles shown white, the other fretting the hem of his sweatshirt. 

the silence grew and grew until the air shimmered and your seat was uncomfortable and your shirt was too tight. you, too, fidgeted, grumbling and cursing and trying to wriggle out of your sweatshirt, unclipping your seatbelt with a huff and tugging the thing over your head, too preoccupied with getting the heavy garment off to notice that your shirt was coming with it until you heard auston's muttered curse.

your face heated to an unbearable temperature, so hot that you had to crack the window. you dared to glance at him and found him with his jaw clenched, eyes locked firmly on the road, but the hand that had previously been playing with his hoodie was now sitting atop the center console.

"you're killing me, kid. that was mean. you gotta play fair," he grumbled, essentially whining at this point.

you didn't know what to say, so without giving yourself time to think or reconsider or second guess you laid your hand atop his, folding your fingers under his palm and lightly tracing the back of his hand with your thumb. you still said nothing. the only noise was the roaring of the tires against the road and the wind streaming in through your window, which did little to cool the suddenly far too hot car.

"i didn't do it on purpose." you whispered.

your eyes drifted to where your hands lay intertwined on the console before returning the road, nothing but field and dust and rocks behind, ahead, and beside you for miles.

you realized at the same time auston did.

your hand squeezed hard onto his as you felt the truck begin to slow and saw the turn signal lighting up the dark road as he pulled off onto some old, overgrown, unused farmhouse driveway.

the truck's engine purred softly before quieting, the whole thing rocking softly as he put it in park, twisting the key out of the ignition.

you gulped, gripped his hand tighter.

"do you-"

"i didn't-"

you pressed your lips together, a smile trying to fight it's way onto your face. he shook his head, lightly nodding towards you, signaling your you to speak. you shifted again, drawing your legs up onto the seat so that you were sitting criss-crossed, facing him.

you took a deep breath. "i didn't know you felt that way, auston. and i promise i wasn't trying to tease you just now. i just..." you trailed off, meeting his gaze to find his eyes already fixed on yours. you steadied yourself, bringing your other hand to where you were already holding one of his.

"i just didn't think that there was any way on earth that you could ever like me back. i've always been just john's little sister and my crush on you was just something that came naturally from you being my older brother's best friend. and then you left," your voiced cracked a little. his squeezed your hands lightly in his, bringing them to his mouth to press a light kiss to your knuckles.

you cleared your throat, sniffling. "you went to michigan. and then you got drafted. and i know it's only been a few years since then, and we're still really young, but i have never felt so strongly for anyone as i have for you. i mean-" a humorless, sobbed laugh. "i've never even liked anyone else. i've had to sit here and be friends with all your girls and now i have to stay here without you and it's been torture," you bit out, voice weak.

"every time you call me, asking for help to cook something or for girl advice it makes me want to claw my eyes out." you admitted, voice hoarse. "i hate that i'm not there with you, and stupidly, i hate that you have to call me if you need me. not- not me, i meant my help. i don't know, i'm rambling. but i just.... i really had no idea that you felt like that, and i've felt like that about you for my whole life and it just- i don't know. i'm gonna shut up." you trail off, eyes falling to your lap.

his hand around yours is warm, and it’s the only reminder that he is still in the vehicle with you because is completely, utterly, unnervingly silent.  you don’t dare to look up at him, scared of what you’ll find on his face, in his eyes.

some part of you is terrified that this is a sick joke, that he did this for a dare, because how in the world could auston possibly feel that way about you? about his best friends little sister? part of you believed that he still saw you as the gap toothed, pink waxed laces, smushed between them on the bench of auston’s first truck, pigtailed little girl. 

the silence was becoming unbearable. you lifted your head in exasperation, still too scared to meet his eyes. “auston, please say some-” 

you were cut off by the soft press of his lips against yours. his hand found a spot on the back of your neck, pulling you into him, drinking you in like you were oxygen. you sighed, loosing a breath you didn’t know you were holding on to as you melted into him, one of your hands wringing itself from his grasp to slide along his chest and fist in his sweatshirt there. 

the pieces of your heart, which you really hadn’t even known was broken, pulled themselves together, stitched themselves up with every press of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, every sharp breath through his nose, every groan as he fists your hair and pulls your head back to kiss you deeper than you thought was possible.

when you finally break apart, his eyes are glazed over with something that looks an awful lot like love. you can feel his heart beating rapidly underneath your hand on his chest.

and suddenly, there were no more unanswered questions, no more wishes and dreams of the shared life you both wanted. no more what-ifs and maybes. there was just this, just the two of you, together in his truck, surrounded by stars and the future.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS WOOO!! its been a little over a year since ive found your writting, how time flies T-T Could you possibly write a platonic gojo & reader oneshot where its just snippets of Gojo's first year teaching and the reader is a 1st year student not part of jujutsu society? I'd prefer if the mc had a somewhat introverted personality while being grumpy bc of being forced to attend the school. U can change their behaviour to what u feel more comfortable writing if u want tho!!

── THE SCHOLAR

Synopsis: A short snippet of how Satoru Gojo convinces you to be his first student in full.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Gojo & Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2.6k

Content Warnings: not many tbh…reader is a d1 hater of gojo and ino ig?? also just a hater in general LMAO she does NOT want to be there

A/N: wow anon i can’t believe it’s been a year since you found my account and that you’ve stuck around for so long, that means a lot to me!! i apologize for how long this took me and how short it is 😫 it was a bit difficult for me to write gojo as a teacher without feeling like i was just rehashing his dynamic w a previous y/n i’ve written 😓 but i hope this is somewhat close to what you wanted?? also idk if you’ve read my fic pomegranate ink or not but i did throw in a reference to it at one point so props to anyone who catches that hehe

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

You weren’t really sure what cause your classmate had to be as pleased as he was, but for some reason, the boy was bouncing in his seat, scribbling down notes with the fervor of a scholar — though you were quite certain that he was nothing of the sort, at least not when his test scores were taken into consideration. 

“Hey,” you whispered, tossing an eraser at his head when your teacher’s back was turned. “Ino. What’s the big deal? We’re not even learning anything yet, so what are you writing down?”

“Are you kidding me? Gojo just told us an entire story of his past. That’s valuable information!” Ino said. You frowned at him.

“It’s not valuable information, because he’s so prone to embellishment that he’s all but an author at this point. Besides, do you think you, or anyone else for that matter, will ever face seven first grades and come out the winner, without even a scratch?” you said.

“He’s the strongest sorcerer in the world, though, so it’s feasible for him,” Ino said.

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Maybe for him, but not for anyone else. This is just bragging under the guise of an educational opportunity. We’re never going to be powerful enough to replicate such a feat, so what’s the use in wasting our time talking about it?”

“You’re such a spoil-sport,” Ino huffed. “We’re the first students to ever get to learn from Satoru Gojo, and somehow, you’re complaining about it? That’s ridiculous no matter what way you put it!”

“Is everything okay?” 

Both you and Ino jumped as Satoru Gojo appeared in front of your desks, peering down at you over the lenses of his dark glasses. He didn’t seem annoyed that you were talking while he was ‘teaching’; in fact, he looked excited, as if he wanted to join in the conversation as well. You could imagine him pulling up a chair and resting his chin in his hands as he gossiped with you, and it made you scoff.

“Everything’s fine. We were just wondering when you were actually going to start the lesson,” you said.

“She was wondering that!” Ino rushed to clarify. You shot him a dirty look out of the corner of your eye, which he ignored — you supposed loyalty didn’t mean much to him, as you two weren’t really friends and therefore couldn’t inspire much loyalty in one another regardless. “I was telling her how fascinated I am by the story you were telling!”

“Suck-up,” you hissed.

“Stupid,” he hissed back. Gojo clapped his hands, returning to the front of the classroom with a distinctly unacademic swagger to his step that made you internally fume.

“No worries, we’re just getting to that part! Today, we’ll go over some basic curse theory,” he said, drawing simplistic shapes on the chalkboard to accompany his explanations. As usual, Ino was absorbed by the standard bullshit Gojo spouted, but you found it to be so boring that you actually began to nod off, catching up on the sleep you had missed last night due to a mission which had run later than expected.

Unlike Ino, who had been automatically enrolled in the school because of his family lineage, you had been scouted as a fresh talent by Satoru Gojo himself. It had been a long conversation, and he had only managed to convince you in the end by telling you all about Kaito Hinode, the well-regarded first year teacher who you would study under. Hinode was a sorcerer you believed you wouldn’t have trouble respecting, and so you begrudgingly agreed to attend the school and give the whole notion of ‘jujutsu sorcery’ a shot.

Then Hinode retired, mere weeks before you were set to begin at the school, and his replacement was revealed to be none other than that irreverent, inept, and decidedly unserious man who you had secretly hoped you would not see much more of: Satoru Gojo.

You didn’t even want to be a sorcerer in active duty, but the theoretical side of it interested you to an almost unhealthy extent. You spent days upon days studying the workings of curses and cursed energy, to the point that you could be considered almost an expert. That was the only thing cheering you about coming to the school, that you’d get to discuss with individuals on your level, and so it had been such a heartbreaking disappointment when Gojo, who cared little about the causes and more about the results, was the only proper sorcerer you came into frequent contact with.

The other teachers didn’t have time to entertain your pestering, far too busy with their own students, which meant that Gojo was really your only option. And of course you had tried — really, you had. You had presented him with your questions and ideas, but he had only made a face and told you that studying curse theory to this extent wouldn’t help anyone, and least of all yourself.

He wanted you to learn how to fight, but you didn’t care for that. You didn’t want to fight. If you could spend the rest of your days shut away in a study, reading your books and taking notes on them, then you’d be quite content. You were reluctant to go on missions, even if you were ten times better than your peers, and you often dragged your feet heading into your practical classes. More than once, Ino had had to hoist you over his shoulders and sprint to the training field so that you were not both late, and you knew that you probably shouldn’t be so harsh on him given that, but because it meant that you had to exert yourself on the battlefield instead of rereading your favorite essays, his good intentions only made you resent him more.

“You know, you could really be a great sorcerer,” Gojo said to you one day. You were sitting on a bench while Ino did exercises, ink smudging your hand as you meticulously annotated a book that the principal had given to you. You blinked up at him, amazed once again at how tall he was. He blocked out the sunlight, his shadow looming over you in a way that would’ve been ominous if he wasn’t so typically harmless.

“Hm?” you said, returning to your book when you realized he wasn’t going to say anything of importance. “Sure, I guess I could be.”

“Becoming a first grade isn’t an impossibility for you. It’s something attainable, which is incredibly rare for someone as young as you,” he continued.

“Right,” you said.

“Do you care about that, though?” he said.

“Nope,” you said. “I have no interest in being a first grade sorcerer. It just means more dangerous missions, doesn’t it? I don’t care about all of that.”

“It also means a higher salary,” he said.

“Probably not high enough to make up for the risks,” you said.

“Well, it’s pretty high, though only you can decide if it makes up for the risks or not,” he said.

“Listen, sir, I’m only even here because you told me I could further my studies with people renowned in their fields. Do you mind telling me what field you’re renowned in? Because for some unfathomable reason, you’ve ended up as my teacher,” you said.

“I’m…the strongest sorcerer? In the world?” he said, though the way he phrased it made it seem like he was asking you instead of telling. You shrugged.

“That’s an intrinsic talent. You didn’t learn to be that way; you were just born with it. Sure, you had to practice, but practicing and studying are different. Anyways, even if you are the strongest soldier, I think we’ve established that that’s not something I’m interested in. I was supposed to be under the tutelage of wise and experienced professors, but instead, I’m being instructed by you, who’s barely even a few years my elder and has never taught before,” you said, closing your book and holding it to your chest, smiling tightly at him. “I’m staying here because my parents already paid the tuition fee, but I’m not happy about it. Just so you know.”

“If you’re a first grade sorcerer, you also get more access to information,” he said after a moment. “Stuff behind a million clearances that only people of a sufficiently high rank get access to.”

You froze, your eyes brightening at the thought of this forbidden knowledge. You already knew that you were missing several key pieces in your preliminary research, but no matter how hard you looked, you had never been able to find the answers to the seemingly obvious questions. Was this why? Was it really because you did not have the seniority to warrant the understanding?

“Is that truly the case?” you said.

“I can’t help you in terms of books and learning and all of that boring stuff,” he said. “But if you put in a bit more effort, I can turn you into someone that the higher ups listen to, instead of the other way around.”

You mulled this over before nodding, standing up and leaving your book on the bench.

“Okay. I’ll do as you tell me to, but like I said earlier, I’m not going to be happy about it,” he said.

“Who cares? You can be the gloomiest girl alive!” he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Let’s work together, Y/N!”

“I’m your student,” you reminded him. “Not your friend.” 

He waved you off. “You’re old enough to be both. Now let’s get to training!”

It was horrible, being Gojo’s favorite student. For one, Ino was jealous — although soon enough he found another mentor to cotton on to, and then your relationship with him mended into something a little more cordial and polite. For another, Gojo had this strange penchant for throwing you into impossible situations and watching in glee as you struggled to get out of them.

His missions also tended to be errands disguised as pressing matters. Once, he made you run around Tokyo, stopping in various stores so that you could improve your conditioning — stores which just so happened to carry the items on his week’s grocery list. Another time, you single-handedly had to exorcise every single curse harassing a nearby bakery — a bakery which just so happened to carry a specialty flavor of cake that was his new favorite. Whenever you complained about the silly chores, he asked if the exercise had made you stronger or not. You would begrudgingly admit that it had, and then he’d tell you that you should just think of it as a win-win scenario and stop whining.

“Y/N!” That was how it always began: he would shout your name as he entered the classroom, usually accompanying it with a wad of paper or some other, similarly harmless object sent flying your way. You’d catch it in one hand and glare at him.

“What?” This would prompt him to explain his ridiculous plan for the day, after which he would turn to Ino and hand him his assignments. He had gotten special permission from the school to train you in this non-orthodox manner, given that you were so far ahead in any material that giving you homework would be redundant and a waste of time for all parties involved. For his part, Ino did not complain, for he had long ago lost interest in training with Gojo, who was admittedly terrible at actually explaining anything of note.

You made a good pair, you and Gojo, or at least as good of a pair as could be made given the circumstances. As the year went on, you grew more and more familiar with the reasoning behind his atypical style, and though you would never cease to complain, it was more lighthearted, a habit instead of a genuine gripe.

“You’ll be promoted any day now,” Gojo told you on the last day of your first year — the last day that he would be your director supervisor. “They’re waiting for you to grow a bit older, but it’s maturity you lack, not talent. If you participate in the Exchange Event next year, you’ll get the recommendations you need without a problem.”

“If?” you said, picking up on what he had left unsaid. “Isn’t it mandatory? Why wouldn’t I participate?”

“It’s mandatory if you’re living on campus, yes,” he said.

“And what cause would I have to not be living on campus?” you said.

“You’re interested in curse theory, aren’t you?” he said. When you nodded, he sighed. “Still? I was hoping you’d have moved on by now…well, I can get an alternate course of study approved for you by the principal, if you want.”

“An alternate course? What would that entail?” you said.

“One of my fellow special grade sorcerers, Yuki Tsukumo, specializes in researching the exact types of things you find so fascinating. If she agrees to it, then you could serve as an assistant of sorts to her. It’ll be like an internship or something. She won’t let you slack off — it’ll be much worse than anything I put you through, that’s for certain — but if that’s the path you want to take, then it’s an option,” he said.

You had never loved him quite as much as you did in that moment. Without even taking a moment to think about it, you nodded enthusiastically, beaming at him.

“Yes! Yes, Gojo, sir, that would be ideal. I’ve read some of the proposals Tsukumo’s submitted to the higher ups, and oh, if I got to work with her, it would be such a dream,” you said.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said. “She still has to agree to it.”

“Do you think she’ll say no?” you said.

“Maybe at first,” he said. “After she meets you, though? No way. You’re my pupil, after all. You’ll be the most impressive student she’s ever taken under her wing — and I can attest to the fact that you’ll be far and away the most dedicated.”

You supposed you had some things to thank him for, then. The corners of your lips twitched as you bowed your head at him, causing him to grunt in confusion; after all, you had never shown him such deference before.

“You’re not that bad as a teacher,” you said. “You know, for it being your first time, I think you did alright.”

“Yeah?” he said eagerly before composing himself, clearing his throat before speaking again. “Yeah, I guess you turned out just fine.”

“Thank you for everything, Gojo,” you said. “Please know that you’ll always have an ally in me.”

His black sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, just a bit, but enough that you could see the way his eyes softened ever so slightly. Then he reached out and socked you in the arm affectionately.

“Considering how often I butt heads with the higher ups, I might call upon you one day,” he said. “Don’t make that kind of promise lightly, is what I’m saying.”

“I’m not making it lightly,” you said. “If you call upon me, I’ll come. That’s what you do for someone who’s changed your life, right?”

Even the shades he had shoved back into position could not hide the breadth of his smile nor the depth of his fondness. He nodded, slowly at first and then quickly, like he wanted you to be very sure of his agreement.

“True,” he said, and then he patted you on the head. “Guess that means you can call on me whenever you want, too. I’ll be there.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder as you left for the summer and thought that you might never be so fortunate — or unfortunate — as to have a teacher quite like him again.

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i love the love for the relatively obscure corries on this blog, personally i love stone bc the episode with him is so damn funny.... he was kicking ass and protecting jar jar but he wasn't having any of his loony tunes nonsense, he's rlly a perfect man!

It Will Be A Privilege

Summary: Stone loves you. You know this. You’ve known this since the day you first met him, and he looked at you like you hung the stars. But stress and poor health have aged you prematurely, and you can’t help but be worried.

Pairing: Commander Stone x F!Reader

Word Count: 988

Prompt: Whiskey, Grey hair, and warm hands

Warnings: Some insecurity, but mostly just fluff

A/N: Confession, I am very, very sick and have been for the last three days, but I wrote this, and the other store I wrote today, because I needed to focus on that and not how bad I feel. Anyway. I don't think this was a request, but I turned it into one anyway. Yay for the Corries! I love them so much~

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 The home you share with Stone is filled with soft music and warmth. There’s a fire crackling in the fireplace, and it is easy to forget about the snowstorm raging outside when everything is so warm and inviting inside.

You know that if you were to leave the bathroom and head into the main part of the house, you would see Stone stretched out on the couch, dressed down in lounge pants and an old tee shirt while nursing a small glass of whiskey that your father gifted him when the war ended.

In fact, if you close your eyes, you can even see the scene.

Stone stretched out, peaceful and relaxed, his shirt riding up to expose his stomach with how he’s stretched out. His foot bouncing in time to the music, while he holds a datapad in his free hand and reads the most recent draft of your latest mystery novel.

The fire in the fireplace paints him in a warm light, and, in your mind’s eye, he looks like a deity.

And, as soon as you leave the bathroom, you can see him for yourself. You can drape yourself over him, steal a sip of his drink, and tuck your head under his chin. Stone will wrap his arms around you, and kiss the top of your head…and the both of you will be happy.

You will.

And yet—

And yet, you can’t seem to bring yourself to leave the bathroom.

Your gaze darts across your face in the mirror, picking out flaws that you know Stone doesn’t see, and then your gaze moves up to your hair. There, glittering under the harsh fluorescent lights, are grey hairs.

You can’t hide them anymore.

And it makes you want to cry.

You’ve been sick for years now, and the stress of your illness and trying to make a living while also battling your health has taken its toll on you. And while a part of you is sure that Stone won’t mind, the large majority of your mind is screaming that he won’t want you anymore now that you’re showing signs of aging.

And losing him might actually kill you.

You jump when you hear a light knock on the door, “Cyare?” You press your hand over your racing heart, “Everything alright? You’ve been in there for a bit.”

“Oh, um…yeah. Everything’s fine,” You take a deep, silent, breath and then walk over and open the bathroom door, “Sorry for worrying you.”

Stone smiles down at you, his gaze warm and adoring, a look reserved for you and you alone. “I always worry about you,” He replies, his hand coming up to cup your face and then sliding into your hair. 

You smile up at him, “I know you do, and I love you for it.” His hands are warm, he’s clearly been lounging in front of the fireplace, and you don’t stop yourself from leaning into his sturdy frame. “You’re warm.”

“You could be warm too if you came to cuddle with me on the couch.” Stone points out with a quiet laugh as his free arm slides, securely, around your waist, “I have some comments on your story?”

“Good comments, I hope?”

He presses his nose into your hair, “I think you’re plucky lady detective needs a handsome partner to help her.” Stone pulls away for a moment to look you in your eyes, “In other words, she needs a me.”

You laugh softly, “Finish the story and then come back to me on that.” You tease lightly, and his arm tightens around your waist.

“Ah, there it is.”

You tilt your head, curious.

“You weren’t happy. That’s illegal, didn’t you know?”

Honestly, you don’t know why you’re surprised. He can read you better than anyone, so of course he can tell that you aren’t happy. “Well,” You start, “If Commander Stone says so, then it must be true.”

Stone lightly kisses you and then guides you from the bathroom and out of the bedroom, until you’re standing in the middle of the living room.

“What’s bothering you, cyar’ika?” Stone asks as he slides his hands to settle on your waist.

Without your permission, your lips turn down into an unhappy frown. Though the frown fades slightly when he starts swaying with you to the music. “My hair—” You start, though you don’t finish the sentence.

Stone doesn’t stop dancing with you, even as his sharp gaze moves to examine your locks, “It looks the same as ever.” He finally announces, “Perfect, just like you.”

You shake your head, “My hair is going grey, Stone. That’s not perfect.”

His smile doesn’t waver, “Is that what’s bothering you?”

You frown at him, though you’re not annoyed with him. You just don’t understand his question. Of course it’s bothering you. Your hair is what makes you…you.

“Let me be clear,” Stone murmurs, his voice warm and quiet, “I will love you no matter what. I don’t love you for your hair, I love you for you. Whether it’s black or white or you shave it all off. I’ll love you all the same.”

“But—”

He stops you with a gentle finger pressed against your lips, “It will be a privilege to grow old with you.”

You stare at him, shocked at his words, “Stone,” His name is a breathy whisper on your lips.

“I will be here, for as long as you’ll have me.” He promises, and you believe him.

You smile up at him, tears in your eyes, “That almost sounds like a proposal, Stone.”

Warm hands slide up your sides to cup your face, and he leans in and kisses you, slow and deep. “Nothing would make me happier than becoming your husband.” He whispers against your lips.

And finally, a real smile crosses your face as the last of your fears vanishes as though they never existed, “Yes, Stone. I’ll definitely marry you.”

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Period. | Sebastian Sallow x OC #16

Something I think gets overlooked a lot in coming-of-age fanfiction—especially with Hogwarts Legacy characters—is finding that balance between all the crazy, traumatic stuff they go through and the fact that they’re still just teenagers. Sure, their experiences might make them mature in some ways, but they’re still awkward, impulsive, and trying to figure themselves out.

This part of my Sebastian x OC story is all about that balance—showing how, even with all the drama and big stakes, Sebastian and the crew still have those moments where they’re just being teens.

And, in my never-ending mission to bring characters with different bodies into the spotlight, I also want to shake up the idea that male love interests have to be totally perfect. In my headcanon, as I'm sure is the case in most of yours, Sebastian is still strong and fit, but I think it’s important to show that guys can be swoon-worthy without having to look like they stepped out of a magazine.

Summary: Evangeline navigates an unexpectedly mortifying day in Hogsmeade after her period arrives at the worst possible moment, with Sebastian and Ominis offering their usual mix of teasing and support. As Sebastian attempts to "help" with an awkward but well-meaning curiosity about her predicament, Ominis ensures the chaos remains somewhat contained, all while the trio's signature banter keeps things lighthearted.

Words: 8,766

Tags: Hogsmeade Shenanigans, Awkward Conversations, Soft Sebastian Sallow, Protective Friends, Humor, Slow Burn, Coming of Age, Soft Moments, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love

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It had been a couple of weeks since her courtship with Lysander Clearwater had come to an abrupt, somewhat messy end. Though his words had left deep scars, Evangeline found herself feeling surprisingly... relaxed. The constant weight of expectations—of being perfectly poised, perfectly acceptable—had vanished, and in its place was a tentative sense of relief.

Without Lysander, she felt more herself. The absence of his polished but suffocating presence made room for laughter with her friends, for impromptu afternoons in the Undercroft with Sebastian and Ominis, for nights spent reading until her eyes drooped without worrying about fitting a “future Lady Clearwater” mold.

That didn’t mean the sting of his words had entirely faded. Late at night, when the castle was quiet, her mind still replayed them in painful detail. But during the day, she was beginning to rediscover parts of herself she’d nearly forgotten—parts that didn’t need to meet anyone’s expectations but her own.

She wrapped Sebastian's scarf tighter around her neck as she waited by the castle gates, February snowflakes dusting her dark hair and settling on her shoulders. Hogsmeade weekends always held a certain charm, and today was no exception. The village would be bustling with students, the air filled with the scents of butterbeer and fresh-baked goods from Honeydukes.

Sebastian arrived first, his cheeks red from the cold, his signature grin lighting up his face. “Ready for the best day of your life?” he asked dramatically, bouncing slightly on his heels.

Evie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You mean your best day. You’ve been planning to raid Honeydukes for weeks, haven’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him away. “It’s been at least a month.”

Ominis joined them a moment later, his expression caught somewhere between fond exasperation and mild annoyance. “I can already hear the sugar-high disaster waiting to happen,” he said, tilting his head toward Sebastian.

Sebastian smirked. “You say that like I haven’t been a disaster since day one, Ominis.”

Evangeline chuckled, falling into step between the two boys as they headed down the snowy path toward the village.

“So apparently," Ominis began as they walked, eager to share the gossip he’d overheard from his family. "The Clearwaters are so proud of Lysander,” he said, his tone dry. “They’re telling anyone who will listen that the choice to end the courtship was wise, that he’s ‘never been better.’”

Sebastian snorted, adjusting his scarf. “Never been better, huh? Is that why he’s been sulking around the library like someone kicked his prized Kneazle?”

Evangeline raised an eyebrow. “He has?”

“Evie, he's practically radiating misery,” Sebastian said, his grin sharpening. “I passed him yesterday, and he didn’t even manage his usual sneer at me. It was tragic, really.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched into a faint smile. “You’re awful.”

“Awful, but observant,” he countered, his grin widening.

Ominis sighed, shaking his head with a mock solemnity. “Sebastian thrives on the suffering of others. It’s how he keeps his skin so youthful.”

Evangeline laughed, the sound spilling out before she could stop it. She wasn’t sure if it was the fresh air or the company, but she felt better—lighter—than she had in weeks. Even the mention of Lysander didn’t sting as much as it might have. Maybe it was because Sebastian and Ominis made it so easy to focus on the here and now, on the ridiculous banter and comfortable familiarity they shared.

When they reached Hogsmeade, the streets were bustling with students and villagers alike. The shops glowed with warmth, their windows fogged from the heat inside, and the scent of freshly baked bread and butterbeer wafted through the crisp air.

“Alright,” Sebastian declared as they reached the main street, his tone imperious. “Priority number one: Honeydukes. I’m thinking at least two chocolate cauldrons, some fizzing whizzbees, and maybe—”

“Maybe,” Ominis interrupted, “you should show some restraint. I overheard you last week complaining to Eldon and Marcus about how hard it’s been to 'maintain your abs since Christmas.'”

Sebastian froze mid-step, his face twisting into an expression of utter betrayal. “You weren’t supposed to be listening to that.”

Ominis smirked, tilting his head as though deep in thought. “You do realize your bed is approximately ten feet from mine? It’s not eavesdropping if you’re loudly lamenting your fitness struggles in the middle of the dorm.”

“It was a private conversation!” Sebastian protested, his ears tinged pink as he glared at Ominis. “And for the record, I said I’ve adjusted my regimen since Christmas. You try doing broom drills for hours on end while Imelda shouts at you without a little chocolate to keep you sane.”

“Ah, yes,” Ominis said, his smirk widening. “Your tragic plight. A true hero’s burden.”

“Merlin, you’re insufferable,” Sebastian muttered, his ears tinged pink. “Evie, back me up here.”

But Evangeline was distracted, her mind stuck on an unwelcome tangent: Sebastian’s abs. And his chest. And his shoulders. And the freckles that might dust his skin from summers spent under the sun in Feldcroft. She was picturing it, clear as day: the golden-brown tone of his skin against the pale light, the way his back might shift and flex beneath his shirt. The thought hit her like a rogue bludger, and she nearly tripped over her own feet.

“Evie?” Sebastian’s voice pulled her back to reality, and she realized he was watching her with a faint frown, “You alright?”

She cleared her throat, willing the heat in her cheeks to fade. “Fine. Just, uh, the snow’s slippery.”

Ominis turned his head toward her, his lips quirking in a faint smirk. “Funny. You’re walking on cobblestone.”

Traitor. Evangeline shot him a glare he couldn’t see and quickened her pace, stepping slightly ahead of them. “Honeydukes it is, then,” she said, her voice slightly higher than usual. “Come on, before all the good stuff’s gone.”

Evangeline kept her eyes fixed firmly ahead as they entered the warmth of candy store, the cheerful jingle of the bell above the door marking their arrival. The smell of chocolate and sugar immediately wrapped around her like a comforting hug, but it did little to distract her from the thoughts swirling in her mind.

She busied herself scanning the shelves, her fingers brushing against jars of fizzing whizzbees and neatly wrapped chocolate frogs, but her thoughts refused to stay tethered to the present. Struggling to maintain them since Christmas, he’d said. Her mind drifted back to the time they’d spent in Feldcroft over the holiday—days filled with laughter, late-night chess in the warm glow of the fireplace, and, admittedly, a lot of indulgent food that had left her unbothered about calories for once. She wondered if he’d been the same.

She had noticed him, of course—how the heavy sweaters he wore settled snugly over his shoulders and chest, emphasizing the breadth of him. It had been impossible not to. But now, as she idly plucked at a jar of pear drops, she wondered: had the indulgence softened him a little? Had the sharp lines and angles the girls in their year whispered about blurred slightly over the holidays?

Her gaze hovered on a row of chocolates, though she wasn’t seeing them. Her thoughts now wandered deeper, straying to the whispers she’d heard among the girls in their year. They often spoke of Ominis, with his tall, lean frame, always carried an air of elegance. Garreth, a bit shorter, had a stocky, athletic build, easygoing in its solid strength. Then there was Leander—wiry and tall, all raw angles and restless energy. Sebastian, though… Sebastian’s frame was something else entirely: broad through the shoulders and chest, with a natural strength that seemed effortless.

The girls’ would giggle behind hands, whispering not-so-quietly about how chiseled he was, an almost intimidating sharpness to him that seemed just out of reach. Yet, as Evangeline paused in front of a shelf of shimmering sherbet lemons, she found herself wondering about the possibility of something softer.

Maybe after the holiday, the sharpness of his torso had blurred just slightly, the result of evenings spent without a care in the world, evenings spent with her. The thought surprised her, unexpected but oddly delightful. She could picture it now—Sebastian, still solid and dependable, but with an added warmth, a touch of softness that felt almost endearing.

Evangeline smiled faintly, a blush creeping across her cheeks. The idea of him letting go, of being unguarded and human, was disarming in its intimacy. It wasn’t just that it made him more approachable—it made him him, someone she wanted to know in every form, sharp lines or otherwise.

She realized, with a start, that she’d been standing still for far too long. Shaking her head, she reached for a bag of sherbet lemons and tried to steer her thoughts back to the present. But even as she moved to join the others, her mind kept circling back to him, to that damn comment, to the way she’d been picturing him more and more lately in ways that were... decidedly not friend-like.

“Find anything good?” Sebastian’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she turned to find him standing a little too close, holding a stack of chocolate cauldrons and fizzing whizzbees. His grin was easy, but his proximity sent a jolt through her that she tried desperately to ignore.

“Just these,” she said, holding up the sherbet lemons like a shield.

He raised an eyebrow. “Sherbet lemons? A bold choice.”

“Bold?” she asked, tilting her head.

“They’re not exactly decadent,” he said, popping a chocolate into his mouth, “They’re what my uncle used to give me when I was sick.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes. “Well, I thought I'd give them a try.”

Sebastian’s grin widened, and for a moment, his dark eyes lingered on her in a way that made her heart stutter. “Fair enough,” he said, his voice lower now, almost teasing. “But I still think you’re missing out.”

She swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the heat radiating from him, of the faint scent of woodsmoke that still clung to his scarf. “I’ll manage.”

Before he could respond, Ominis appeared at her side, his wand held aloft as he spoke. “Sebastian, I trust you haven’t bought out the entire stock of cauldron cakes again?”

Sebastian groaned, rolling his eyes. “That was one time.”

“It was three,” Ominis corrected, his lips quirking in a faint smirk.

Evangeline took the opportunity to step back, grateful for the distraction. But as she watched them banter, her gaze drifted back to Sebastian’s profile, to the way his scarf framed his sharp jawline, to the warmth in his expression when he teased Ominis. And, annoyingly, to the thought of what he might look like without the scarf. Or the sweater. Or—

Ominis tilted his head slightly in her direction, breaking her spiraling thoughts. “Evie,” he called lightly, gesturing toward the counter with his free hand. “Come on, I’ll pay for your sweets. I still owe you for that butterbeer last week.”

His offer was like a splash of cold water, jolting her back to reality. “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she protested, though her voice sounded a little too high-pitched, even to her own ears.

“Nonsense,” he replied, already heading toward the counter with his characteristic confidence. “Consider it payment for enduring Sebastian today.”

Evangeline huffed a small laugh, grateful for the reprieve from her wandering thoughts. She followed Ominis to the counter, her bag of sherbet lemons in hand. “Alright, but just this once,” she said. “Next time, I’m treating.”

“Whatever you say, Evangeline,” Ominis replied, his lips quirking into a faint smirk as he handed over a few coins to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper handed back their purchases in neatly wrapped paper bags, and Evangeline clutched hers tightly, letting the familiar weight of sweets in her hands ground her. She shot Ominis a smile. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he said lightly, tucking his own bag under his arm.

Sebastian rejoined them, a mischievous grin on his face as he popped another sweet into his mouth. “So, what’s next? A butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, or should we let Ominis ruin my day some more by dragging us to Tomes and Scrolls?”

“I hardly think it’s ruining your day,” Ominis said, his tone dry. “Though I suppose it would be a tragedy to make you enter a shop that doesn’t revolve around your stomach.”

“Truly heartbreaking,” Sebastian deadpanned, though the corners of his mouth twitched.

Evangeline let their banter wash over her as they stepped out into the snowy streets of Hogsmeade once more, the brisk air nipping at their cheeks.

The trio set off down the snow-dusted streets. Around them, shoppers wrapped in thick cloaks shuffled in and out of stores, their arms laden with bags and parcels.

Evangeline walked slightly ahead, her boots clicking against the ground as she pulled her coat tighter against the cold. She glanced over her shoulder to find Sebastian stuffing another sweet into his mouth, a smug grin plastered on his face as Ominis gave him a withering look.

“Do you ever stop eating?” Ominis asked, his voice flat.

“No,” Sebastian replied breezily. “And really, Ominis, shouldn’t you be thanking me? Without me around, who would you have to complain about?”

Ominis’s lips twitched in what might have been the beginnings of a smirk, though his tone remained dry. “I’d manage, I assure you.”

Evangeline bit back a laugh as they passed Zonko’s, where a small crowd of students had gathered to gawk at the latest display of enchanted trick items. The cheerful jingling of bells from the joke shop’s door mingled with the muffled crunch of the snow beneath their feet.

The path to Tomes and Scrolls curved slightly, leading them away from the main thoroughfare and into a quieter side street. The shop’s warm glow spilled out onto the cobblestones, inviting them in. Frost clung to the edges of the windowpanes, framing displays of spellbooks and quills arranged in neat rows.

Sebastian groaned loudly as they neared the door. “Last chance to reconsider. There’s a perfectly good butterbeer waiting for us, and—”

“Oh shush Sebastian,” Ominis rolled his as they came to a stop by the door, "I do need some things in here. You two are welcome to join me, though I understand if you prefer to loiter outside.”

Evangeline groaned theatrically. “It's too dangerous in there for my budget,” she said, clutching her bag of sherbet lemons. “If I go in, I’ll come out with at least five books I don’t need and no money for butterbeer.”

Ominis smirked. “A wise decision."

Sebastian nudged her lightly with his elbow as Ominis slipped inside, his expression mischievous. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you company. Someone has to make sure you don’t slip on all this treacherous cobblestone again.”

She gave him a sidelong glance but didn’t protest, stepping to the side of the shop to wait. The snow continued to fall in soft flurries, dusting the cobblestones and the hem of her cloak. She leaned against the wall, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped when Sebastian stepped closer.

He didn’t bother with personal space, not with her, and before she knew it, he'd slid behind her and his chin was resting comfortably on the top of her head. “So,” he began casually, his breath warm against the cold, “what about that book you had over Christmas? Did you ever finish it?”

Evangeline blinked, her cheeks immediately growing hot as the front cover of Intimacies and Affections: A Guide to Healthy Romances immediately came to mind. He couldn’t possibly be talking about that book. Could he? No. Surely not. Her thoughts raced as she tried to compose herself, though her heart hammered in her chest.

“Uh,” she stammered, forcing a smile that she hoped didn’t look as awkward as it felt. “What book are you talking about, exactly?”

Sebastian chuckled, and she could feel it reverberate through the slight pressure of his chin on her head. "You know the one I mean."

“Oh I—I didn’t even finish it.” she stammered, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.

He hummed thoughtfully, “Pity,” he said lightly, “Could’ve been useful, you know. For research purposes.”

Evangeline groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Can we please talk about something else?”

“Why?” he asked, his voice brimming with faux innocence. “I think it’s fascinating. Maybe you can give me some tips—”

"Sebastian,” she warned, her tone shaky from equal parts mortification and amusement, “if you value your life, you’ll drop it.”

“So, what chapter were you on when you gave up?" He pressed on, "The one about expressing vulnerability? Or the one on, what was it—building trust through meaningful touch?”

Her face turned a shade of red she was sure rivaled the Gryffindor common room decor. “I didn’t give up,” she said quickly, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “I just… didn’t finish it yet.”

His brows shot up, the glint in his eyes turning downright wicked. “Oh, so you’re still reading it?"

Evangeline groaned, letting her head thunk back against the wall. “Why do I even talk to you?”

“Because I’m endlessly charming and undeniably handsome,” he said without missing a beat, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “If by ‘charming’ you mean annoying, and by ‘handsome’ you mean infuriating, then sure.”

He laughed, the sound warm and rich enough to make her momentarily forget her embarrassment. “Evie, please. You’d be bored without me.”

“I’d be peaceful without you,” she shot back, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile.

Before Sebastian could fire off another quip, the door to the shop creaked open, and Ominis emerged, his wand held loosely at his side. “Are you two done embarrassing yourselves out here?” he asked dryly, tilting his head in their direction.

“Not even close,” Sebastian said cheerfully, though he stepped away from Evangeline, much to her relief—and, annoyingly, a flicker of disappointment she refused to acknowledge.

Ominis sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know.”

“You really don’t,” Evangeline muttered, shooting Sebastian a glare before pushing off the wall. “Let’s just go to The Three Broomsticks before he decides to test my patience any further.”

“Lead the way,” Ominis said, gesturing grandly with his free hand.

The walk started off as any other might, with the snowy streets of Hogsmeade bustling around them and the easy rhythm of Ominis and Sebastian’s chatter filling the air. Evangeline found herself smiling as she listened, letting their conversation flow over her like the familiar warmth of a well-worn cloak.

“Did you hear about Martin Groves?” Sebastian was saying, his tone practically dripping with glee. “Caught in an empty classroom with that Ravenclaw girl—what’s her name? Abigail?”

“Arabella,” Ominis corrected, his lips twitching in a way that suggested he was trying not to smirk. “And yes, the entire common room has already heard about it.”

Sebastian laughed, the sound echoing cheerfully in the crisp winter air. “Serves him right. He couldn’t have picked a worse spot, honestly. Fifth-floor classrooms? Everyone knows the portraits up there are nosy.”

“And loud,” Ominis added. “I’m sure it was the portrait of Lady Willoughby who tattled.”

Evangeline chuckled along, their gossip as entertaining as ever. She felt light, almost carefree, despite the wintry chill settling in her bones.

But then came the familiar, unwelcome twinge in her lower abdomen. At first, it was easy to ignore—a dull ache she brushed off as nothing more than a result of the cold weather or perhaps lingering soreness from their last Quidditch practice. She rolled her shoulders and shifted her weight slightly, willing the discomfort to ease as they turned down another street.

Sebastian’s voice, vibrant and teasing, pulled her back into the moment. “Honestly, Groves should’ve just stuck to the Quidditch pitch broom shed like a proper Hufflepuff. At least it’s private!”

Evangeline managed a small smile at the comment, but the ache began to shift—sharper now, more insistent. Each step against the uneven street seemed to jostle something inside her, sending small waves of pain that were harder to brush off. She instinctively tugged her coat tighter again, as though the gesture could stave off the sudden unease settling in her gut.

She forced herself to focus on the way Ominis gestured with his wand, pointing out some minor detail of their gossip as Sebastian chimed in, his grin visible even from her angle. For a fleeting moment, she clung to their energy, trying to match the lighthearted pace of their walk.

But the ache sharpened again, this time almost like a stab, forcing her to falter ever so slightly. She bit down on the inside of her cheek to suppress the grimace threatening to form and adjusted her stride to mask her discomfort.

“Evie, you’re awfully quiet back there,” Sebastian called, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed, not with suspicion but with curiosity. “Usually, you’re the first to mock me.”

She forced a laugh, waving him off. “Just trying to keep up with you two and avoid slipping. Unlike you, I don’t have years of experience skating through life on charm alone.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but the grin that followed was warm. Ominis, however, tilted his head slightly in her direction, as though he was searching for something unsaid in her voice.

She quickened her pace to draw level with them, but the realization of her situation was insistent She knew this pain, this feeling—it wasn’t new. It was unwelcome, inconvenient, and entirely impossible to ignore.

Her period.

Of course, it had to come now.

Her stomach tightened in betrayal, one hand brushing against her abdomen as though that might somehow stave off the inevitable. It had been coming—she should have known. The signs had been there for the past week, subtle but unmistakable, but she’d just been too distracted by the prospect of a day in Hogsmeade with her friends to think about it properly.

Panic started to bubble up as the reality of her predicament set in. She wasn’t just unprepared; she was woefully, catastrophically unprepared. No potions for the pain, no extra layers to cover up, nothing remotely useful in her bag to manage the situation. And, of course, she’d decided to wear trousers today—a snug, flattering pair that she had been so pleased with that morning. There would be no hiding under the forgiving folds of a skirt or cloak.

Her eyes darted to Sebastian and Ominis, who were still deep in conversation. Sebastian was gesturing wildly, his face lit with mock outrage as he recounted what sounded like another one of Garreth’s failed potions.

She pressed her lips together, clutching her bag of sherbet lemons tighter as though that might ground her. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Maybe they'd make it to The Three Broomsticks and she could excuse herself to the restroom to figure something out. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than letting them realize what was happening.

“Evie?” Sebastian’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. “Are you even listening? I said Leander ended up with his eyebrows singed off and—”

“I'm fine!” she blurted, her voice pitched slightly higher than she intended. Both boys turned to look at her, Ominis tilting his head in that way he did when something seemed off.

“You’re fine?” Sebastian repeated, his brows furrowing.

She waved a hand, willing her face to stay neutral. “Sorry, I just—uh, distracted. Cold weather and all that.”

Sebastian’s frown deepened, and his eyes flicked over her, searching for something while Ominis raised an eyebrow. “Your voice is tight. Are you in pain?”

Of course, he had to notice that. She tried to laugh it off, though it came out more like a wheeze. “No, no. Just—cold, you know? Chilly air, cobblestones, all very inconvenient.”

Evangeline gritted her teeth, desperately hoping they’d drop it. But as they continued walking, her discomfort must have shown on her face, because Ominis slowed his pace to fall into step beside her.

“Do you need to sit down?” he asked quietly, his voice laced with concern.

“No, no, really I'm okay,” she said, her cheeks flaming. “It’s nothing."

But then, she felt it. A telltale dampness that made her heart plummet into her stomach.

Oh no. No, no, no.

She froze mid-step as she tried to calculate how bad the damage was, whether it might already be visible, whether there was anything—anything—she could do to salvage the situation.

“Evie, seriously,” Sebastian probed as they came to a stop, his tone softening. “What’s wrong?”

Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. How could she explain this without dying of mortification? She glanced at Ominis, who was frowning slightly as if trying to piece together her silence.

Sebastian’s expression darkened with concern. “Evie, you’re scaring me. Is it—are you hurt?”

She shook her head rapidly, her face blazing. “No, no,” she reassured him, her voice shaking. “I just—uh, I forgot something.”

“Forgot what?” Sebastian asked, his confusion deepening.

“My… um…” she stammered, wincing at how unconvincing she sounded. "Just um. A girl... thing."

Ominis, bless him, seemed to understand immediately. “Ah,” he said again, nodding slightly. "I see."

Sebastian, on the other hand, blinked at her like she’d just spoken in Parseltongue. “Girl... thing?” he repeated, his tone equal parts confusion and trepidation.

“Yes,” she snapped, her embarrassment making her tone sharper than intended. “Just… can we move on?”

Sebastian opened his mouth, likely to make some infuriating comment, but Ominis placed a firm hand on his arm. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice low and serious. For once, Sebastian listened, though his eyes flicked nervously to Evangeline.

“Take her to Gladrags." Ominis said firmly, reaching for the bag of treats clutched in Sebastian's hands, "Find her something to, er… tie around her waist or cover her back. A scarf, a cloak, anything. And walk behind her on the way there."

Sebastian blinked, “You want me to—”

“Just shut up and do it,” Ominis said, cutting him off. “I’ll meet you at The Three Broomsticks.”

Sebastian turned to Evangeline, “Okay,” he said slowly. “Let’s—uh, let's go?”

Evangeline could feel her face burning as Sebastian gently placed a hand on her elbow, steering her toward Gladrags as he walked behind her.

“This way,” Sebastian murmured, his tone unusually soft.

She kept her gaze firmly fixed on the snowy cobblestones, every step making her hyper-aware of the unwelcome sensation that had set her entire day on edge. Her mind raced with mortifying thoughts about what Sebastian must think, how much worse this could get, and whether she might actually drop dead of embarrassment before they reached the shop.

As they neared Gladrags, Sebastian finally broke the silence. “So,” he said, his voice pitched just above a whisper, “when you say ‘girl thing’... do you mean, uh…”

Evangeline groaned inwardly, wishing she could evaporate into the snowy air. Of all the scenarios she’d imagined for her day, this had to be the most humiliating.

“I mean—do I really have to spell it out?” she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with both pain and embarrassment. She didn’t dare turn to face him, keeping her eyes locked on the path ahead.

Sebastian, to his credit, cleared his throat and attempted to tread carefully. “No, no, I get it now,” he said quickly, though his voice betrayed his obvious discomfort. “It’s just, uh, I’ve never exactly dealt with this before... But it’s fine! Totally fine. Nothing to worry about.”

Evangeline wanted to die on the spot. If the snow-covered street could open up and swallow her whole, she would’ve gladly let it. Instead, she tightened her grip on her bag, keeping her focus ahead as they neared Gladrags. Her cheeks were blazing, and the ache in her abdomen wasn’t helping her focus.

Sebastian trailed a few steps behind her, clearly trying to follow Ominis’s instructions to the letter. She could feel his presence, hear the crunch of his boots, and it only added to her mortification. Please, for the love of God, don't look at my ass.

When they reached the shop, he held the door open for her, his expression carefully neutral. “After you,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze as though the entire situation might collapse if he made eye contact.

The warmth of Gladrags was a welcome change from the biting cold outside, but Evangeline hardly noticed it. She hovered near the entrance, unsure of what to do next. How was she supposed to handle this? What could she even ask for?

“Alright,” Sebastian said under his breath, scanning the racks. “Something to cover up with. Easy enough.”

Evangeline hovered awkwardly near the entrance, her hands twisting nervously. “You really don’t have to—”

“Evie,” he interrupted, turning to her with a look that was somehow both exasperated and reassuring. “I’ve got this. Just… go browse while I figure it out, okay?”

She nodded mutely, grateful for the chance to disappear into the racks of clothing while Sebastian took charge. She didn’t even care what he found, as long as it worked. The sound of hangers scraping against racks and Sebastian muttering to himself filled the air as she tried—and failed—to distract herself by examining a display of enchanted gloves.

“Got it,” Sebastian called after a few minutes, his voice a touch triumphant. She turned to see him holding up a deep burgundy cardigan with gold accents, clearly designed to match a Gryffindor uniform.

Evangeline blinked at the cardigan, a mixture of relief and mortification swirling in her chest. “That’ll work,” she said quickly. The sooner this was over, the better.

Sebastian grinned, holding it up like it was some grand trophy. “See? Told you I’d handle it. Stylish and functional.”

“Functional is all I care about right now,” she muttered, her cheeks still burning as she took it from him. She glanced around, realizing she couldn’t exactly tie it around her waist in the middle of the shop without drawing attention. “Can we just… pay and go?”

“On it.” Sebastian strolled to the counter and the shopkeeper, a kind-looking witch with silver-streaked hair, smiled warmly at them as she rang up the purchase.

“Lovely choice,” she said, folding the cardigan neatly. “Would you like it wrapped, or are you planning to wear it right away?”

Evangeline froze, her mortification threatening to boil over. “Uh—”

“Right away,” Sebastian cut in smoothly, flashing the shopkeeper a charming smile. “It’s a bit chilly outside.”

The witch nodded knowingly, handing over the cardigan as Sebastian slid a few coins across the counter. “You two enjoy your day, then,” she said, her smile lingering as they turned to leave.

Once they were back outside, Evangeline wasted no time. She ducked into a quiet alcove beside the shop, clutching the cardigan tightly. “Okay, just… stand guard or something,” she muttered, avoiding Sebastian’s gaze as she shrugged off her coat.

Sebastian obediently turned his back, though she could hear the faintest hint of amusement in his voice as he said, “You know, this is probably the most exciting thing that’s happened all day.”

“You’re not helping,” she snapped, fumbling with the sleeves of the cardigan and pulling at the back hem to make sure it covered everything.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender even though he wasn’t looking at her. “No jokes. Totally serious. Silent as a grave.”

She let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t respond, focusing on pulling her coat back on. Once satisfied, she stepped out of the alcove. “Okay. Done.”

Sebastian turned, his grin softening when he saw her. “Looks good,” he said simply, his voice free of teasing.

Evangeline hesitated, biting her lip as her gaze darted to the snowy cobblestones beneath her boots. Her face felt like it was on fire, and the ache in her abdomen only made her more aware of how vulnerable she felt. “Can you, um…” she started, her voice coming out strained. She coughed and tried again. “Can you just… make sure it, you know, covers everything?”

Sebastian blinked, his expression shifting into something more serious. “Yeah, of course,” he said quickly, his voice steady. As she turned around, he stepped closer, eyes flicking over her with a quiet focus that made her heart beat faster.

“It’s fine,” he said after a moment, his voice reassuring. “Nothing’s showing. You’re all good.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed, her cheeks still burning.

Sebastian stopped in front of her again, meeting her gaze. “I’m sure,” he said firmly, his brow furrowed slightly. “You’re fine, Evie. I wouldn’t let you walk out here if you weren’t.”

The sincerity in his tone made her stomach twist—not from pain this time, but from the way he was looking at her, like this whole ordeal was nothing at all, like it didn’t bother him in the slightest. It was infuriatingly kind of him, and somehow that only made her more embarrassed.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, clutching her coat tighter around her. She paused, shoving her hands in her pockets, "Did you... was it bad? Before, I mean."

Sebastian tilted his head, his expression softening even more. “Bad?” he echoed, his voice quieter now. “No, it wasn’t bad. Hardly noticeable, honestly.”

Evangeline exhaled a shaky breath, unsure if she should be reassured or not, because while she was glad nobody else had noticed, the fact that Sebastian had still made her want to disappear into the snow. It was mortifying, the kind of thing she’d never live down in her own mind, even if he seemed determined not to make it a big deal.

Her cheeks burned, and she couldn’t meet his gaze. “Still,” she muttered, shoving her hands deeper into her coat pockets. “You noticed. That’s… humiliating enough.”

Sebastian frowned slightly, tilting his head as if trying to figure out what to say. Then, his voice softened, losing its usual teasing edge. “Evie, come on. You’re acting like you sprouted antlers or something. It’s not a big deal—I promise.”

Her stomach twisted again, this time not from pain but from the gentle, almost protective way he said it. How was he being so calm about this? She wanted to snap at him, laugh it off, something, but instead, she just mumbled, “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who—who—”

“Had an awkward moment,” Sebastian finished for her, his tone light but not mocking. “Sure. But who hasn’t? Everyone has bad days, Evie. This just happens to be yours. And, for what it’s worth, nobody else noticed a thing. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

She risked a glance up at him, biting the inside of her cheek. “You’re really not going to hold this over my head?”

He grinned then, but it wasn’t his usual sly expression. It was softer, almost conspiratorial. “Tempting, but no. I think I’ve used up my teasing allowance for the day. Besides…” He shrugged, hands shoved into his pockets. “I’d rather make sure you’re okay than win a point in our banter war.”

Evangeline blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected sincerity in his words. She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded, feeling the tension in her chest ease slightly.

“Now let’s get going before Ominis sends out a search party,” Sebastian said, his grin widening back into familiar territory. “You know he’ll assume the worst if we’re too late.”

"Can we swing by the potions shop first?" Evangeline asked, her voice still edged with embarrassment. She felt marginally more human now that she wasn’t completely panicking, but the dull ache in her abdomen was becoming harder to ignore.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Potions shop? Sure. You need something specific?”

“Yes,” she replied hesitantly as began walking in the direction of J. Pippin's, already dreading the inevitable follow-up question.

“What are you looking for? Pepperup? Wiggenweld?”

She hesitated, her fingers tightening on her sleeves before muttering, “Menstrual Elixir.”

Sebastian stopped mid-step, turning to look at her with a puzzled expression. “Never heard of it. What’s it for?”

Her cheeks flared crimson, and she shot him a withering look. “Take a wild guess, genius.”

His brow furrowed as he genuinely seemed to consider it. Then, realization dawned, and his eyes widened slightly. “Oh.”

Sebastian quickly fell into step beside her, clearly fighting the urge to comment further. His silence lasted all of ten seconds. “So… cramps, then? Is it that bad?”

Evangeline shot Sebastian a glare as they walked, the heat in her cheeks persisting. He held up his hands defensively. “Alright, alright. Sorry.” He paused for a moment, his expression unreadable, before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “It’s just… I should probably know more about this kind of thing.”

She blinked, her annoyance faltering as she glanced at him. “What?”

Sebastian shrugged, his hands jammed into his coat pockets. “I mean, Anne never really… talked to me about this sort of thing. I guess I just assumed it was handled.” His voice softened, and his gaze flickered down to the cobblestones. “And now, well, we don’t exactly have the chance to talk about anything.”

Evangeline’s irritation ebbed, replaced by a pang of sympathy. She knew how much Anne’s absence weighed on him, even if he didn’t talk about it often. “It’s not like it’s your fault she didn’t bring it up,” she said gently. “It’s not exactly a fun topic to share, even with family.”

“I suppose.” He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Still, I never thought about it, you know? I just—I should probably be better at this. My best friend is a girl. I guess just I never really thought about you… like that.”

She blinked, the meaning of his words taking a moment to settle. “Like what?”

“Like…” He exhaled sharply, searching for the right words. “Like a normal girl.”

Her steps faltered, her heart skipping a beat. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Sebastian winced, realizing how his words must have sounded. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, his eyes meeting hers with something close to panic. “I just meant… you’re not like anyone else. I don’t… think of you the way I do other girls. You’re just… you.”

Evangeline slowed her pace, “I’m just… me?” she echoed, her voice softer now, unsure if she should feel insulted, flattered, or something in between.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, his expression equal parts frustration and desperation, like he was trying to navigate a conversation far more delicate than he’d intended. “You’re just… different.”

“Different,” she repeated, still trying to pin down the meaning behind his words. “That’s either a compliment or a very backhanded insult.”

“It’s a compliment,” he said quickly, his tone firm. Then huffed a small laugh, though it was tinged with self-deprecation. “Merlin, I’m making a mess of this, aren’t I?”

“A bit,” she admitted, though her lips curved into a faint smile.

Sebastian sighed, his shoulders slumping as he shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets. “I swear, I’m trying to say something nice, but it’s coming out—”

Evangeline raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching upward despite herself. “Like a disaster?”

“Exactly,” he said, his voice dry but laced with a hint of humor. He glanced at her again, his expression softening. “What I’m trying to say is… I guess I don’t always think about the, uh, normal things you might deal with, because you’re just… you’ve been through so much, and you always handle it.”

Her chest tightened, warmth blooming alongside the ever-present ache in her abdomen. They walked in silence for a moment, the bustling noise of Hogsmeade around them somehow fading into the background.

Evangeline watched him out of the corner of her eye, noticing the way his shoulders seemed to relax slightly now that she wasn’t glaring at him. “So…" She began, breaking the silence, "What do you know?”

Sebastian’s brow furrowed, and he gave her a sidelong glance. “What do I know about what?”

“I mean,” she said, her tone edging toward teasing, “you said Anne didn’t really talk to you about this, so what do you actually know? About... periods.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t seem offended. “I’m not a complete idiot, Evie. I know what the menstrual cycle is. I’ve had some education. It’s just… all the other stuff that comes with it? No idea. I mean, I get cramps are a thing, and it’s inconvenient as hell, but…” He trailed off, shrugging helplessly. “I don’t really know how I’m supposed to be… helpful.”

The genuine effort in his tone caught her off guard, and, despite herself, she smiled. “Well, for starters, not being a git about it is helpful.”

“Good to know,” he muttered, though his lips twitched into a faint smile.

“And,” she added, unable to resist, “if you need to know more about the female reproductive system, I’d strongly suggest you pick up a book or two.”

Sebastian stopped in his tracks, turning to give her an incredulous look. “Oh, come on. I’m not that clueless about how things work.”

Evangeline grinned, the tension in her chest finally easing. “I don’t know, Sebastian. I might have to recommend a book for you. It’s very informative. Covers all sorts of things—" She watched his expression twist between confusion and realization.

His face went bright red. “You wouldn’t.”

"Intimacies and Affections: A Guide to Healthy Romances is a very useful book," she teased, her grin widening.

Sebastian groaned, running a hand down his face as he muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “For fuck's sake..."

Evangeline laughed at the sound of the muggle curse leaving his lips, and for a moment, it felt like the earlier tension had never existed. “Oh, come on,” she said, nudging his arm with her elbow. “You walked right into that one.”

“I didn’t walk,” he grumbled. “I tripped and fell headfirst into it."

As they walked, Sebastian shook his head, muttering under his breath about “evil Gryffindors” while Evangeline wore a triumphant grin. The ache in her abdomen still lingered, but teasing Sebastian was a surprisingly effective distraction.

When they reached the potions shop, the warm, herb-scented air hit them as they stepped inside. Evangeline quickly made her way to the counter, where the shopkeeper, a wizened wizard with sharp spectacles, simply nodded at her request for the Menstrual Elixir.

“Ah, yes,” he said, bustling about behind the counter. “A classic choice. Quick-acting, but I recommend drinking plenty of water afterward.”

“Thanks,” Evangeline said, dropping a few coins onto the counter. She accepted the small vial of potion, its liquid shimmering faintly in the light, and turned to Sebastian, who had wandered toward a shelf of bright blue potions labeled Wit-Sharpening Elixir.

“Ready?” she called.

As they stepped back outside, the cold bit at her cheeks, but she ignored it, uncorking the vial and downing its contents in one go. The potion was bitter, with a faint minty aftertaste, but the warmth that spread through her belly was an instant relief. She let out a soft sigh, already feeling the sharp edges of her cramps dulling.

“Feeling better?” he asked, his tone light but with an undertone of genuine concern.

“Much,” she replied, slipping the empty bottle into her coat pocket.

Sebastian fell into step beside her again, “So,” he began, clearly treading cautiously, “now that you’ve taken care of the pain… what are you gonna do to, you know… stop the bleeding?”

Evangeline nearly choked on the air she was breathing. She stopped walking, whipping around to stare at him.

“What?” he asked, his tone genuinely baffled, though his lips twitched in what she could tell was an attempt to suppress a grin. “I’m just asking. I mean, I know there’s… stuff for that, but I don’t know the logistics.”

Evangeline groaned, burying her face in her hands for a moment before letting them fall to her sides. “Why are you like this?” she muttered.

“I’m curious!” he said, throwing up his hands.

She bit her lip, torn between the urge to die of mortification and the reluctant need to answer his clearly genuine, if insufferably curious, question. Finally, she sighed, lowering her voice to a mutter. “Fine. But if you ever bring this up again, I’ll hex you.”

Sebastian raised his hands in surrender, but his grin only widened as she glanced around to ensure no one was within earshot. Leaning slightly closer, she said, “They’ve been working on a charm for it for decades, but it’s still not perfected. Causes… odd side effects. Like spontaneous nosebleeds and red hair. So, for now, it’s all handled with products. Luckily, the wizarding world is way ahead of the Muggle world on this, so my life has improved dramatically since coming to Hogwarts.”

"What... did you do when you still lived as a muggle?"

"We used old cloths," she said bluntly, her voice flat as she avoided his gaze. Evangeline could feel her face turning an even deeper shade of red, but there was no point sugarcoating it. “It was messy. Thankfully, the wizarding world has products that you... put inside, instead. And they're charmed to vanish."

Sebastian nodded slowly, his expression caught somewhere between understanding and bewilderment. “Right… I do know about those. Tampons. I'm shocked that the muggle world hasn't caught up to that yet,” Sebastian finished, shaking his head slightly.

Evangeline huffed a laugh, "It's considered... inappropriate. Quite taboo. The muggle world is too concerned with a woman's virginity."

Sebastian blinked, his brows shooting up in disbelief. “Virginity?” he repeated, his voice low but incredulous as they neared the warmly lit windows of The Three Broomsticks. "It's for soaking up blood!"

Evangeline nodded, her cheeks still tinged pink but her tone matter-of-fact. “There’s this ridiculous stigma about anything that, you know…” She gestured vaguely, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “Goes inside.”

Sebastian shook his head, a mix of outrage and disbelief etched on his face. “That’s absurd. So, they’re fine with making women suffer just to cling to some archaic nonsense? Bloody hell, I’ll never complain about wizarding traditions again.”

“Don’t get too smug,” she shot back, though her lips quirked into a faint smile. “The wizarding world has its own share of ridiculous rules.”

“Yeah, but at least we’ve got tampons,” he muttered as he held the door open for her, his expression still set in a mix of indignation and disbelief. “I swear, Muggles make no sense sometimes."

The warm, bustling atmosphere of The Three Broomsticks greeted them instantly, the scent of butterbeer and roasted food wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. Evangeline glanced around, spotting Ominis almost immediately. He was seated at their usual corner table, his wand resting lightly on the surface as he traced it idly along the grain of the wood.

“Finally,” Ominis said dryly as they approached, not bothering to look up. “I was starting to think you’d decided to elope.”

“Elope?” Evangeline and Sebastian said in unison, their voices a mix of indignation and embarrassment.

Sebastian sputtered first. “What? Why would you even—”

“Merlin, Ominis, don’t be ridiculous!” Evangeline cut him off, her cheeks turning scarlet. She quickly slid into the seat across from him, avoiding both their gazes. “That’s the last thing—”

“You’re both awfully defensive,” Ominis interjected smoothly, the faintest smirk playing at his lips as he picked up his wand. “Relax, it was a joke."

Sebastian flopped into the chair beside her, crossing his arms with a dramatic huff. “You’ve got a twisted sense of humor, you know that?”

Ominis tilted his head toward Sebastian, his expression as calm as ever. “Oh, I do. Now, care to explain what kept you? I can’t imagine why a quick trip to Gladrags would take so long."

Evangeline groaned, burying her face in her hands while Sebastian leaned forward with a smirk, "Just needed to ask our dear friend a few questions."

Ominis raised a curious eyebrow, his smirk growing more pronounced. “Questions?”

Sebastian opened his mouth, but Evangeline shot him a glare that promised a thousand hexes. “Don’t,” she warned, her voice low and dangerous. Turning back to Ominis, she added, "Our dear friend Sebastian is ill-informed about the ways of womanhood, it seems."

Ominis’s smirk widened, and he leaned forward slightly, clearly savoring the moment. “Ill-informed, you say?” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “That’s rather shocking, given how Sebastian likes to act as though he knows everything. One might think he’s not quite as experienced as his late-night outings suggest.”

Sebastian straightened in his chair, his smirk faltering. “Excuse me?” he said, his tone defensive. “I am very experienced, thank you.”

Evangeline snorted into her butterbeer, her earlier mortification giving way to reluctant amusement. “Clearly not that experienced if you had to ask me a million questions about something half the population deals with regularly.”

Sebastian sputtered, glaring at her. “It’s not like they teach us about that in class! And sorry if I wanted to be a little better informed. You should be grateful for my curiosity.”

“Grateful?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “For what? The opportunity to have the single most mortifying conversation of my life?”

Ominis chuckled softly, tilting his head toward Sebastian. "Perhaps you should reconsider your qualifications before your next trip to a broom closet. After all, how can one be trusted to navigate… certain situations if they don’t even understand the basics?”

Sebastian’s ears turned pink, and he pointed a finger at Ominis, his voice indignant. “For your information, I’m more than capable of handling—”

Ominis raised an eyebrow as he interjected, “And yet, you seemed rather uninformed just moments ago.”

“That’s different!” Sebastian shot back, his cheeks now noticeably pink. “I mean… it’s not like… I don’t need to know that kind of stuff when—” He stopped abruptly, realizing he was digging himself deeper.

“Ah, so the excuses begin,” Ominis said smoothly, his smirk practically oozing with amusement. “Do tell, Sebastian. Should we expect some enlightening stories of your expertise to prove your point?”

Evangeline shifted in her seat, her face heating for an entirely different reason now. She grabbed her mug of butterbeer, sipping it quickly to mask the sudden tightness in her chest. She didn’t want to think about Sebastian’s so-called expertise. The idea of him with other girls, in broom closets or otherwise, made her stomach churn.

Sebastian scoffed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “I don’t need to prove anything. I’m perfectly confident in my… abilities.”

“Clearly,” Ominis said dryly.

Evangeline set her mug down with a thunk, her patience wearing thin as she cut into their bickering. “Alright, boys, that’s enough,” she said, her tone sharp but edged with amusement. “Sebastian, you’re not exactly doing yourself any favors here. And Ominis, stop encouraging him.”

Ominis turned his smirk toward her, tilting his head as if to feign innocence. “I’m merely pointing out the obvious. Someone needs to keep our dear friend humble.”

Sebastian glared at Ominis but then turned his gaze to Evangeline. “Fine, let’s all gang up on me. I see how it is.”

“Oh, don’t be such a martyr,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “You brought this on yourself. Now can we please just enjoy our butterbeers like normal people?”

Sebastian and Ominis exchanged glances before Sebastian finally leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Fine. Truce?”

“Truce,” Ominis agreed, though his smirk lingered.

Evangeline sighed, taking another sip of her butterbeer. “Thank you. Now, let’s talk about literally anything else.”

Sebastian grinned, leaning closer to her. “Anything else, huh? Alright, Evie—if not enlightening conversations about biology, then tell us this: which one of us is your favorite?”

Ominis rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. We all know the answer to that. It’s me.”

Sebastian gasped in mock offense. “What? Evie, tell him that’s not true!”

Evangeline snorted, shaking her head. “You’re both my favorites—when you’re not acting like complete idiots.”

“Sounds like a pity answer,” Ominis said with a smirk, taking a sip from his mug.

“Agreed,” Sebastian added, though his grin was infectious. “Guess we’ll have to keep competing for the title.”

Evangeline laughed despite herself, the earlier tension finally melting away as the three of them settled into their usual rhythm of banter and teasing. No matter how mortifying the day had been, moments like this made it all worth it.

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