#girlie whos sitting here like 'how could she do this to me?' after going behind her back and violating her morals countless times

[arolesbianism]

Jackie and Olivia are the best because they'll be having the biggest downward spiral of their lives and it's happening over professional work emails

[daisyvisions]

Change Your Mind - (l.jy)

➺ Pairing: fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader

➺ Summary: You befriend your college’s resident fuckboy who’s been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.

➺ Word Count: 4k (wow who is she?!)

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon

➺ A/N: I’m officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, can’t really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it 😭 Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

If anyone told you that you’d end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you would’ve laughed at their face. All your life you’ve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.

You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girl’s pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someone’s feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.

But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for “Please let me at least make out with someone tonight.”

It’s crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!

So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?

Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.

During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)

You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.

You wish you didn’t have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.

You were convinced you’d be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-

“Hey.” The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.

The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyone’s day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true… Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?

“…Hi?” You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.

“I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.” The man gently says.

Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.

“Would you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.” He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.

“Uh… yeah, sure! If it’s not any trouble.” You shyly respond.

“Of course not! Can’t let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?” He holds out his hand to you.

“How did you-”

“I’m Juyeon.” He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.

“So, let’s go?” He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.

You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeon’s hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,

“We’re gonna be best friends, I promise.”

And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.

You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.

You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldn’t understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.

Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this… that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.

It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.

To be honest, it didn’t bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.

The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.

“He’s been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot-” Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Eric’s advances.

How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.

You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeon’s shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.

He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasn’t just a one and done thing.

And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.

In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his “guardian angel”. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldn’t be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well… He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.

Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.

You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.

You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.

Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.

Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.

His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.

Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.

Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.

You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.

The many “what-if’s” that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.

“Maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hu-” No. You shouldn’t. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasn’t about you or how you felt at all!

But… how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?

“Wow, I’m so tired.” Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.

You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon can’t help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.

You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?

As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite read. You chuckle at how silly he’s being and turn your body slightly to face him.

“What?” You ask.

“I-It’s nothing.” He shakes his head.

“C’mon, what is it? You can tell me.” You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?

“I was thinking-”

“Oh no he’s thinking.” You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.

“It’s just- I still can’t believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?” He smiles gently.

“Me too.” You respond, “To be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I would’ve rejected you that day.”

“Yeah?” Juyeon’s eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. “And why is that?”

“W-well…” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?

“Because, guys like you just aren’t my type that’s all. And well-”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.

“I haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.” He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.

“Huh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?” You softly ask.

“I... I lied about them.” Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret he’s feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.

“But, why?” Your voice laced with concern.

“It felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, because…” He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.

“…All I ever thought about in those moments was you.”

You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.

“God you’re so beautiful it kills me inside.” he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.

You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.

“But who am I kidding? I know you don’t see me that way-” Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you can’t seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.

“Juyeon I-”

“It’s alright, I’m probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.” He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. “No.” You sternly say.

Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes don’t leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.

“S-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.

As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.

Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.

He’s fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.

He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.

Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows he’s found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.

He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.

“Wait-” You grab his wrist before he goes any further.

“Do you want to stop?” He waits for your answer.

“No it’s not that.” Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.

“It’s- well- It’s been a while I've since done this. I- I might not be good for you.” Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart… you’ll always be too good for me.” He smiles down at you. “You sure you still want this?” You nod your head instantly.

“Use your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.

“Want you- want you to touch me, please.” You look up at him so innocently.

Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.

His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.

You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.

Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.

“P-please…” You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesn’t even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows you’re getting closer to the edge.

He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.

He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. “Oh s-shit.” He growls into your ear.

“Want you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.

“Don’t want to fuck you-” He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“-Want to make love to you.” He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it he’s pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.

Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how you’re moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.

He’s never fucked anyone like this before, and now he can’t imagine doing this with anyone else except you.

With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.

“Fuck Juyeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I don’t care.” His thrusts start to pick up the pace. “I’m yours forever.”

Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. You’re so caught up in your own head you don’t realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.

The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.

He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.

“Did you mean it? Everything you said?” You softly ask him.

“Down to every letter.” He responds. “But… I think you broke me.”

“Broke you? How?” You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.

“Don’t want to see myself with anyone else now.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow. “And how should I fix it then?” He smirks and kisses you again,

“Let me take you out on a date and we’ll call it even.”

[pit-and-the-pen]

Unrequited Love

A/N: I had to get to the airport to return a rental car like 5 hours early so I’m so sorry for the pure amount that I’ve been posting today but as a socially awkward girly, if I’m on my own phone then for sure no one is going to talk to me.

Anywho here is some angsty angst about day court!reader and Azriel.

Part 2: Here Alt Ending: Here Part 3: Here

Forgive any typos I wrote this on my phone.

Warnings: none

WC-1.4K

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My blood was boiling beneath my skin. Azriel has been complaining for the better part of an hour about Rhys gag order regarding Elain. I was trying not to roll my eyes as I had reached my wits end with his lamenting.

“I just don’t understand why he needs to meddle in this. I get she’s Feyre's sister but he doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. “I just can’t help but think that sometimes the cauldron gets it wrong.”

His words were spoken so plainly. Anger wanes for a second as I swear I could feel my heart break inside my chest. The words seemed to echo in my head Maybe the cauldron gets it wrong. I almost would have rather had him carve out my heart with truth teller.

“What do you think?” He asks me and I sit reeling over his words. I can’t think of anything to say to him. The comforting words I would normally have for him can’t get past the anger starting to cloud my vision. So I simply shrug, avoiding the question. Desperately trying to change the subject.

“So this new book I’m reading…”

“Oh c’mon.” He interrupts me. “I know you have something to say. And I trust your advice more than anyone else. There isn’t anyone else I would rather talk to about this.” His eyes softened as he looked towards me. Instead of melting under his gaze like I normally do, red bites at the edge of my vision.

“I think you should leave her the hel alone.” My tone is not gentle. He freezes.

“What?”

“She has a mate already. And regardless of if you think the cauldron got it right. Lucien is the one mated to Elain,” I tried to keep my voice neutral. “And Lucien is a wonderful male who has been through a lot of shit. He deserves someone as sweet as Elain, if she ever comes around. You should stop meddling.”

His mouth opens, when no words come out, he closes it again. You see the muscles in his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth.

“What has gotten into you? When did you become Lucien’s spokesperson?” He spits at me. His face starts to get closer to mine as he leans over the table, slowly starting to rise to his feet.

The sane part of me is telling me to stand down. That one of the most powerful warriors in all of Prythian was starting to get angry at me. My mate was starting to get mad at me. But I would not cave under his intimidation.

“I became his spokesperson when you showed no respect for him. Or for Elain.” I noticed I was starting to get to my feet. “What about what she wants? She doesn’t owe you anything more than she owes Lucien. Rhys told you to stay away from a girl you feel entitled to and now you want to mope like a petulant teenager. Grow up Azriel.” He flinches before something stoney sets in his eyes.

“At least I’ve actually told her how I felt. What about you?” My stomach drops into my knees. “Sitting and pining over the same person for a century.”

“You knew?” My voice was nothing more than a whisper. This was not happening. I should have left when I had the chance.

“It’s not like you tried to hide it. I thought at some point you would get the hint that it wasn’t going to happen but yet there you always were trailing behind me like a sad little puppy.”

My hands on the table started to glow faintly. My anger was finally breaking through the surface.

“You asshole. You stupid Illyrian bastard.” The smirk that graced his face fell instantly. “After everything that I’ve done for you, you want to use my feelings for you as some fucking weapon against me.”

Even I was surprised at the venom in my words but I was on a roll. “I sat by for five hundred years. I sat by as you pined over Mor, someone I consider my sister. I felt that bond go unreturned.” He completely froze at my words. Words I have never spoken out loud to anyone.

“Wait-“

“No. You get to hear this shadowslinger.” I pressed my finger to his chest and he stepped back like I had hit him. A small part of me wishes I had. But this. This right here is why Rhys kept me around. I didn’t need to throw a punch to put someone on their knees.

“I followed you around like a lost puppy and you loved it. Every second of it. I was stupid enough at some point to believe that it was because you felt it too. And I couldn’t get away from those feelings,could get away from you. Every time I tried I would damn near drive myself crazy and then you would smile or say some funny joke and I was right back to where I started.” I willed the slight shake in my voice to disappear. “You just wanted to feel important because the one you truly loved wouldn’t have even entertained the thought. Took other males into her bed, but not you right? So why not go for the next available thing. Me. Who cares if I got hurt? Who cares that I still fucking loved you through all of it? Not you clearly. You played me like a fucking fiddle and I played my part well.”

When I finally looked back up at his face I saw nothing but a shell of the male that stood in front of me. Even his shadows had retreated from his side. Looking down I realized they were sitting at my feet. I pushed down the glimmer of something I didn’t have time to think about at the sight.

“Please. Just stop.” He pleaded.

“Why? Because it hurts to hear? Fuck you. “And you think that didn’t hurt me too?” I watched him pale. “You didn’t think it killed me to feel that empty weight in my chest every time I looked at you. Everyday that I waited and wished that you would feel that stupid bond I’ve had to live with for the last two centuries.”

He gasped at my words cutting me off

“You never told me about that. I just thought it was… I don’t know… I thought it was a crush like how I felt with Mor”

A muscle in my jaw ticked. “I shouldn’t have had to! The whole point is that you feel it too. Bonds aren’t supposed to be one sided but for some gods unknown reason, you didn’t,” I felt the anger really starting to boil over.

“Every time I heard you rambling on and on about how perfect Mor was, about the females you took into your bed. I sat by all of it, for what? Three sisters for three brothers?!” I was screaming now, my hands shaking by my side

“What happens when she’s all fixed up too Azriel? When she feels this same thing I feel when she looks at Lucien. Onto the next one for me to hear about I guess . Always on the sidelines. Always the sweet face to come back to at the end of the day but never the one you want to be with.” I took a deep breath for the words about to come out of my mouth, steeling my nerves.

“I’m done. With this. With you. Fuck this entire gods damned city. I will not sit by and play second to whoever you deem worthy enough for the rest of my life.”

He held up his hand like he was going to reach up for me but the light that was glowing off my skin was warning enough.

“Where will you go?” Was all he had the nerve to say.

I let out a cold, twisted laugh. “Anywhere but here. Hel I could finally go home. Helion has

been asking me to come back for years now. All I know it will be somewhere where you can’t come and ruin another half a century of my life. Because that’s what you did. I wasted all this time on someone I knew wouldn’t love me. But I can agree with you on something, Azriel.” I paused long enough to see the hope in his eyes as he whispered “what?”

“That sometimes the cauldron does get it wrong.”

I walked out of that room with my head held high

[redbleedingrose]

will you write exhusband!rhys? 🥹🥹

Cant promise it will be any good bookie, but for you?? Why not?

Ex Husband!Rhysand x Reader

Okay so, basically, the only reason why Rhysand agreed to a divorce in the first place is cuz he thought you were being a silly goofy girly pop, this is just a phase right?

Everyone goes through marriage issues. He knows that. So he signs the papers. Because they are just papers and you are still his wife.

He still wears his wedding rings at all times, and he feels a spark in his heart every time he sees you still wearing yours. He is as in love with you as he has ever been, and continues to fall deeper and deeper in love with you every day.

Your time apart from each other under the mountain did little to deter his feelings for you. Whether you like it or not, the night courts high lord is here to stay for you. You are his high lady of course.

So when you ask him to separate your belongings so you can move into a little cottage by the Sidra, he huffs a little sigh with an eye roll, but lets his silly little wife do as she pleases. Because he adores you, and wants to indulge you in your little game.

You won't know that he is buying the house you will live in and is already making renovations to it already to make it more comfortable for you. Renovations including your own private library and a water fountain garden with water that sparkles as the sun sets.

And you certainly won't know that he is getting the little cabin just down the way from your new house so that he can watch over you and anyone else who comes by.

Anyway, his wooing of you never stops. Not even through this silly little divorce game you are playing. He is constantly bringing you flowers, your favorite kind, fresh and in beautifully designed bouquets. Your entire new home is tittering with these flowers, and all the old ones are drying because honestly, you cant bare to part with something your ex husband who you still so dearly love brought for you.

And don't get me started on the other gifts he brings you, brand new clothes from your favorite boutique, specially designed and fitted just for you. He cannot wait to see you wearing them when you take your daily walk together through Velaris that he has convinced you to go on. Just to ensure the citizens that you are still a stable court. Yes, that is the only reason. Simply and only that. And also new jewelry that he spent hours designing with your favorite jeweler, with specifically picked gems from the deep mountain mines buried in the depths of the court that only his keen eye can pick out.

Oh and if your silly little game starts to get more dramatic with you going out on another date with some other male or female??? Well, Rhysand knows how to play games. And he will beat you at this one little darling.

Your moves from now will end up with your ass spanked a bright red with his imprints left behind making it difficult for you to sit down for a solid week after you reconcile with him :(((

And that male you went out with last weekend?

You never see or hear from him again.

And it's weird because you thought you guys had a good time together. He was even discussing going out with you again later next week. Oh well :// ??

Your Rhysie is back at it again coaxing you into going out with him. It's not working but damn are you feeling tempted after the way he fucked you the day after your date. I mean how could he help it? And how could you help yourself?

With the way he was looming at your entryway when your date dropped you off... with the way the darkness of night was rolling from his taut shoulders, with the way his tunic was nearly bursting at the seams with his arms crossed over his broad chest... with the way his churning glare pierced your soul, nearly killed the poor male who had leaned in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but quickly snatched himself away, murmuring a hurried goodbye before running off.

He barely had you inside the doorway before you were caged into the wall with heated, fierce kisses and roaming hands squeezing and groping at your soft edges. Those violet eyes forced eye contact as he had you cumming on his fingers and tongue 4 times before he graced you with his cock. You did not get ANY rest that night.

But yeah no, it doesn't make any sense as to where that male had gone. But Rhysand just tells you not to worry your pretty mind about it, that your husband is going to take care of all your needs darling, "you don't need any other male to be touching your stunning body, only me love, only your husband." Chuckling darkly when you whine at him, "Ex husband Rhys, you're forgetting the ex part" and weakly pull at his wandering fingers, squirming in his tight hold as his front presses directly against your behind, nearly falling to your knees when you feel the softest pecks along the length of your neck.

And well…. how can you help yourself? Rhys is just too good at making you feel good.

It's not your fault he has you nearly trained to cum on command. It's not your fault he is quietly slipping into your mind, feeding it dirty thoughts and images on how he used to take you. How he used to bend you over every piece of furniture or how he could have you cumming in 30 seconds just by his middle finger and thumb alone or how his thigh felt so so good rutting against your cunt when he edged you or how he just gets so deep in you, cock nudging and sliding against spots you didn't even know existed in you.

You're just a silly little wife who was a bit jealous of some girl named whose name Rhysie can't even remember, something bout her saving Prythian from Amarantha??

Rhys really couldn't care less though, the only female he knows and thinks of is you.

And don't you worry darling. The minute you finally agree to try again with Rhys, he flys you to nearest temple, the marriage "reinstatement" ceremony was only for your little mind to be put at ease.

Besides, he never let your divorce papers go past that one horrid priestess who had actually agreed to notarize it. In fact, the priestess was… well….

Let's just say he took great care in ensuring that no one else would ever even suggest on agreeing to such a mistake again. The bone carver was quite pleased with his new… assortment of skeletal remains the high lord of night gifted him in exchange for a future favor. Such innocent and pure bones from an old priestess are hard to come by these days!!!

And the weaver enjoyed some eyeball soup from Rhys. And don't you worry, Az and Cass helped dismember that old ratty priestess with their brother. They supported Rhys heavily and would not stop at one... or maybe two souls being taken.

Anyway!!! We love a delulu Rhys 🩷💋😍🥰

Rhysand Masterlist

[ne-videl]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

♡

yandere Dion Agriche x fairy fem reader

he will gladly go even to his own death if you'll order him to.

sub yandere, unhealthy relationship, a little bit of Cassis x reader, mentions of violence, reader and Dion have master/pet relationships, also reader is referred to as "sister" a few times so pseudo incest I guess, sfw but a bit suggestive, everybody likes you!! poor english

word count: ~2k

a/n: there I am again drooling over fictional men. so here's my favorite yandere trope!! for if your psychopath doesn't worship you it's not your psychopath ©

honestly when I was reading this manhwa for the first time and saw dion I was like "damn I want this man on his knees 🤨🤨", so here you are. eat.

"you're a dog, Dion." – not-Roxanne lifts the corners of her lips in a slight smile, while her neat fingers run through his shaggy hair.

"your dog," – Dion adds mentally.

you feel the touch of his dry lips on your bare foot.

sitting like this, kneeling in front of you, seems right – it can't be any other way, and it won't be.

"may I?" – after receiving tacit approval, he leans closer, his hand stroking your bare thigh.

you smell like flowers: maids must have added rose oil to the water, and this smell digs into his lungs, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy.

just from this, from the fact that you are so close, he could just reach his hand out and feel you.

your body is cold – devoid of any human warmth, burning his skin with the cold of it's touch. your eyes look with a non malicious mockery: how a person looks at their beloved pet. with kind condescension.

you lean in, and Dion feels a kiss at the top of his head. scent of roses hits his nose, almost suffocating, and it feels like his mind is about to give up. well, if he dies right here, he won't regret a bit.

crimson flush on his cheeks almost burns his skin.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"hello. my name is ███████. do you mind playing with me, brother?"

he turns around at the girly voice behind him – distracting himself from the dead bird – and he is met by the look of your laughing eyes.

not red ones.

his sister tucks a lock of her hair behind her little ear and sits down next to him, waiting for an answer.

shouldn't she be blonde like Roxanne?

who is Roxanne?

"okay." – Deon catches his sister's smile and for some reason wants to smile too. she talks about a cute teddy bear that her father gave her, about how she likes to drink tea under the summer sun, and that she probably likes him too.

he had once seen in a book: in the old fairy tales that mothers read to their children, it was said that fairies could replace a human child with their own.

none of Agriche's children believed in fairy tales, but it seems appropriate for his "sister" – you, not-Roxanne, must be a fairy. a lovely creature with transparent wings and a honey voice.

he doesn't mind. whatever calls itself his sister, Deon thinks he really, really likes it.

____*:･ﾟ✧

if he's not on a mission, Deon is always by your side.

"what are you doing here? can't you see sister is with me now?" – Jeremy mumbled indignantly, but you only laughed softly, covering your lips with a neat palm.

a beautiful silver ring glitters on the sixth finger of the "sister".

their father also adores you – maybe it's natural for fairies to charm everyone around them – from members of their so-called "family" to the maids and even the hounds of the estate.

maybe he's a hound himself in her eyes. it didn't matter, as long as he could be with his "sister" – or at least with the creature that pretended to be her.

it was undoubtedly a pleasure to belong to you.

Deon drapes a white fur coat over your shoulders: you often went out into the garden in light clothes, as if the winter cold did not bother you at all. your hair falls over the fur collar, and you smile at him, giggling about how quietly he walks, and chirping about something else. you were fond of chatting, and it was often very difficult to stop listening to you. he, however, usually spoke rarely and little, accompanying you, his mistress, like a silent shadow.

you're spending too much time in the company of a Pedelian pup – an unacceptably long time – so that his eye begins to twitch with anger.

isn't he enough? why would you need this toy if he is always at your feet, your faithful dog, a hound, ready to do whatever you want without a trace of doubt and regret?

Dion wished you'd let him kill Cassis.

"may I ask you a question?" – you turn at the sound of his voice. surrounded by a winter garden, you look even more beautiful, pitch black against dead-white snow. perfection.

"of course, ask. what is it?" – "sister" raises an eyebrow a little stiffly, not naturally, just a little bit.

"do you like him more? I dare not doubt you, and you should not doubt my loyalty, but still-" – his scarlet eyes narrow slightly – "but still, do you like him more?"

if you answer yes, he will go and kill the eldest of the Pedelian offspring on the spot. this is Deon's place. and the hell he's going to let someone else take it.

"of course not, silly." – you laughed – "didn't we discuss this earlier? toys are toys, but you were and will remain my favorite."

right. that's how it should be. why did he even doubt it?

"favorite." – mentally repeats after you while your six-fingered palm rests on his head: you had a habit to pet him like a puppy.

"favorite." – gaze of crimson eyes trembles, invariably riveted to you, and Dion struggles with the desire to grab the object of his sick adoration in his arms, hug you, to feel the cold of your inhuman body at least through clothes. your smell is dope, your touch is opium, your eyes are an abyss, mesmerizing with the horror of its cold depths.

but he can't. you didn't allowed it yet.

and he, as befits a well-trained hound, will obediently wait for your permission.

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"███████. that's not your real name, is it? what are you?" – Cassis looks at you expectantly.

you tilt your head to the side, picturesquely rounding your eyes and raising your neat eyebrows.

theatrically. not natural.

"what are you talking about? I am me. who else do you think I can be? stop asking stupid questions, darling." – you answer with a mocking smile. like he's saying something ridiculous.

"are you kidding me? you have six fingers! why doesn't anyone else notice this? besides, you look different, not at all like-" – Cassis cuts himself off in mid-sentence.

like who?

"you know, forget it... it's like I haven't been myself lately. you know, with all this kidnapping, and even your brother..." – he shakes his head nervously under your laughing gaze.

something inside told him that if he kept asking questions now, it won't end well. and anyway, why would he do that? after all, it's not polite to interrogate his benefactress.

everything is fine.

"the less you know the better you sleep, my dear. why don't we just proceed as planned? and how many fingers I have is none of your business." – you look appraisingly, as an already well-fed snake looks at a mouse.

eat or not?

"if I were you, I'd be more worried about the success of your future escape, and for that matter, about my dear brother. you see, Dion has been wanting to twist your neck for a long time." – mention of the red-eyed man makes Cassis tense up.

when you see his reaction, you giggle like you just said the funniest joke in the world.

"come on. I was joking. Dion won't hurt you unless I tell him to. he's a good boy."

when he thinks about it, you, the elder Agriche, had a lot in common with the poisonous butterflies you adored so much. in the sense that Cassis often got the impression that you wanted to devour him. at least it wasn't hard to imagine transparent wings behind your back.

____*:･ﾟ✧

gatherings with your father always ended well after midnight – invariably over cigars and wine, in his office full of acrid tobacco smoke.

it was no secret who will become the next head of Agriche: Lante never hid his paradoxical favoritism. with you alone he had the relationship that most closely resembles the relationship of a parent to a child.

"in general, everything is going as it should. don't forget to dress up for the next dinner party: I've already called the designers." – Lante exhaled a cloud of smoke, smiling cheekily: alcohol was doing its job.

"as you wish. Is Dion doing good at his job?" – you answered with a relaxed face: wine, as well as many other "human" things, had no effect on you.

"you ask as if you don't know. you raised him well." – you slightly unnaturally round your eyes in surprise – "only a fool here does not know that the only person to whom my son is truly faithful is you. I don't know how you did it, but these mind games of yours seem to have had the desired effect. of course, you're my daughter! you're more like a dog with a mistress, not a brother and sister."

Lante bursts into a deep laugh, and his "daughter" does not deny herself a satisfied grin.

a dog and his mistress, huh?

heavy doors of the head's office closed behind your fragile – at least visually –figure.

you are greeted by the night chill of the deserted corridor of the estate and your dog waiting in the distance.

"hi, Dion. already returned?" – he just nods silently in response, coming closer to you and offering his hand.

my-my, just came from a mission in the middle of the night and immediately rushed to you. how obedient.

"did you hear it?" – you tilt your head to the side with a sly grin.

"I did. while I was waiting for you." – he doesn't say anything about Lante's comment. doesn't deny it.

indeed, you raised him well. no trace of pride was left.

Dion in your hands – a faithful puppy, readily following any of your instructions. even if you'll send him right to his death, he will return, only bowing his head in anticipation of praise and the touch of your cold hands.

and you, like a good master, praise, and stroke, and kiss. after all, if there is a stick, there must be a carrot.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"here we will part, my dear friend. we have already discussed your plan of action, so I see no point in repeating myself. go to freedom, but quickly: we, you know, deal with riots quickly."

"wait, listen, please. can you at least answer me before I leave? what are you, really? I always have the feeling that you're not who you seem. I mean... no, I like you, I really like you, it's just-" – Cassis cuts himself off, realizing that he blurted out too much.

he's all flushed, confused in words, and you're just looking at him with your unnerving eyes and smiling.

watching. and aren't blinking.

"God, no matter how much years I'm carrying on my shoulders, it's the first time I've met such a curious human." – you purse your scarlet lips, thinking about the answer – "don't worry, "she" is now where she will be better. and as for your question, dear, you can consider that I'm just a bystander. yes, let's think so. so stop talking and run, okay?"

"and you? will you be okay?" – you raised your eyebrow: still unnatural, however, he's already used to it.

exit from the estate is already very close, just a stone's throw away, and Cassis is hesitating. desperately grabbing your wrist, looking with shining yellow eyes into your laughing, soulless ones.

tch.

"what, you want to stay my toy forever? you know, I'm an Agriche too, and I might change my mind about letting you go if you keep looking at me like a beaten puppy." – realizing that your quip was not accepted by the "audience", you rolled your eyes, but then broke into your too perfect smile again.

"don't worry. I can't be killed in a way that matters."– a six-fingered palm rests on the top of his head, and your face stretches into a grin, not human, too wide for a human.

but he's not scared. he wants to watch more – it's impossible to look away, even if his instinct for self-preservation screams that he needs to get out of here as soon as possible.

the abyss, as it turned out, can really look back, and it is beautiful in its terrifying appearance.

is this how Deon feels every time he looks at something that calls itself his sister?

"well, let's never meet again, my friend." – and Cassis leaves, leaves without turning around, because he understands that if he turns around, he will never be able to leave this nightmarish estate. he won't want to.

you hesitate a little, watching him with unblinking eyes, and with a sense of accomplishment you turn back.

your face rests against a man's chest. familiar scent of ash and blood hits your sensitive nose.

"and you're still walking silently." – Dion drapes his coat over your bare shoulders. a gloved hand lingers on your skin a little longer than it should.

"it's cold in the dungeons. you should have dressed warmer." – you laughed a little.

he knows perfectly well that you don't feel the cold, but he does this every time anyway.

"and what, you won't even ask anything? aren't you curious why I let the Pedelian offspring go?" – your six–fingered hand is holding his elbow as you wind through the dark and cold corridors.

"I will not question your methods. but was it wise to talk about your secret, even in this way? doesn't he know too much now?" – it's not difficult to understand what he's hinting at: in his opinion, you should've get rid of Cassis. athough never said out loud, your "brother's" dislike of your toy was ridiculously strong.

ah, men's jealousy!

"let him think what he wants. there are no big conclusions to be drawn from what I said anyway." – you tilt your head to the side, your eyes lazily scan the walls of the dungeon. he just nods and continues to walk beside you in silence.

Dion never asked too much, never doubted any of your actions, never poked his nose where it should not be. you certainly raised him well. no, even exceeded your own expectations.

what a good boy.

mom yelled at me for almost a hour and I wanna curl up and die 🤩

thanks for reading!!

[murder-cookie-dust393]

(Someone put this comment after my last post on...undead cookie following explorer MC)

I don't know who to put, but yeah let me just do ancients (- White Lily because my busy self is behind on new lore + I don’t like her lol)

Tw: entrapment, babying/making MC seem less capable when they’re not

Pure Vanilla:

Pure Vanilla is both concerned and extremely territorial. He’s immediately running over, trying to get MC away from all the undead. He coos over them while also trying to not unleash anger to the entire world.

After checking on their health he puts the kingdom on lockdown until the undead have been rid of. He doesn’t want the kingdom’s other Royal to be sick or killed by those monsters!

“Sweetling, don’t go out there until those vicious killers are gone! Stay here with me. I’ll keep you well entertained until we can leave once more…”

Hollyberry:

Unlike Pure Vanilla who panicks, she isolates the undead and separates MC away from them. Then she tries to get researchers and scholars to investigate if they’re harmless or not.

She doesn’t lock down the kingdom, but definitely increases defenses. She won’t let MC go outside the kingdom walls until the danger is cleared.

She actually goes out more to learn more about the zombies and leaves MC with Wildberry. Who is very pleased to have MC in his protection.

“You don’t get yourself killed alright? Wildberry will make sure those zombies won’t go after you. See you later lovey!”

Dark Cacao:

Dark Cacao is similar to Hollyberry on what he does. But he’s similar to Pure Vanilla and keeps MC by his side at all times. He likes to hold them on his lap (if he’s on his throne) or keep them stuck to his side.

He’s extremely protective to the point he will have food testers for MC and doesn’t let anyone touch them if they’ve been outside the Citadel walls.

Dark Cacao will most likely try to kill all the zombies rather than trying to observe them. He doesn’t want to risk anything for his kingdom and especially MC.

“You are not allowed to separate from me. Don’t sit there. That chair is cold. Sit on me. I will keep you warm, you frail thing.”

Golden Cheese:

Girlie is like “HELL THE FUCK NO”. She legit takes MC out of the reality and into their own private digital world until she’s cleared the problem. They basically live in a paradise and won’t be able to leave said private universe.

Of course, when she’s not busy eradicating the zombies she’ll be coddling MC and giving them all they need. Practically babying them.

…Meanwhile MC’s body is kept in a case, out of reach from the zombies. She’s hidden the case in a room basically no one could get to unless if it’s her.

“No, no, treasure. Just relax…The outerworld is thriving just fine. Now, do you need me to adjust the temperature of your cheese bath?”

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(I love how you can lowkey tell who’s my favourite.)

(I NEED TO CATCH UP ON LORE SO BAD AHHHH)

(I’m glad to be back, after being sick and busy constantly)

- Celina

[lainiespicewrites]

The Atreides Era

Part 1

Buried in the sands

A/N: Hey everyone! obviously not my normal content! I've been working on updates on that as well! This is part of a writing Collab with my best friend @hey-its-roseaurum! We've both broken out of our comfort zone writing fics for each other's fave comfort characters. She will be posting about Sherlock so my Henry girlies definitely go check it out! I'll add the link once it's posted!

So I guess without too much warning here is my best effort at a Paul Atreides x OC fic

Summary: Paul Atreides and OC (Matar) and the other Freman are still fighting the Harkonnen in the spice fields. After almost losing his friend in battle Paul makes the decision it's time to go south. It's time to meet with the Emperor. His decisions will change the fate of his friends and the planet of Arakis. Paul knows this. He's seen it. But... at what cost?

Warnings: Description of battle, death, slight angst.

2k words

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It’s early that much is clear. The sun's intense heat has not yet started pouring over Arrakis, disturbing Matar’s peaceful sleep. What did disturb her was the amateur sand steps of the young man outside her tent. And the sound of his voice calling for her in a harsh whisper. Matar stirred with an agitated grumble, sitting up slowly and blinking her eyes to adjust to the soft light of dawn starting to creep in from the open flap of her tent. 

“What do you want, Paul Atredies?” She groaned. The footsteps outside her tent halted and were followed by a soft chuckle. Crouching down in front of the tent Paul popped his head in sending Matar a cocky grin. 

“Not Usul? Have I managed to offend you again already?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. Matar stares for a moment, watching his face and the loose wave of brown hair that’s fallen into his eyes. Interesting how they’re still so gray, his eyes, as long as he’d now been exposed to spice. Matar blinked the thought away, what did it matter? Paul Atriedies could have glowing red eyes and she’d pay no mind, he was a pest. A pest, who was her friend, one she’d grown fond of. But still a pest. 

“You’ve come to me, Paul Atriedes before the sun is fully awake. This better be important.” Matar answered him, falling back against her pillow. 

Paul was not discouraged by his friend's lack of energy or enthusiasm, crawling into the tent in the corner across from his friend still giving her the same dopey grin.

“How’d you know it was me?” He spoke softly now. His tone was now more gentle and letting Matar awaken properly before he poked at her further. 

“You walk like an elephant, I could hear you coming from miles away,” she answered him. 

“Hmm I suppose I do,” Paul agreed nodding. “Then we need to practice before we go into battle!” Paul's exclamation caused Matar to sit up. Now she was fully awake.

“Battle? What are you speaking of Usul?” The boy's smirk faded. His eyes are more serious now. 

“We got word more of Harkonnen moving in on the spice fields. They’re placing their harvester as we speak. We’ll need to move in on them quickly.”

Putting the moment of banter behind them Matar quickly composed herself. Pulling her hair back she tied her long dark hair into a tight knot. She swept her hand around her tent for a moment and found her head scarf to keep her safe from the day’s intense heat. Taking in a deep breath Matar’s eyes once again settle on the man sitting across from her. 

“Is Chani aware?” She asks. Her voice is smooth and calm. While she had not expected another fight. Or, ambush rather, against the Harkonnen. She was always ready. For those who control the spice control the universe. A mantra the Harkonnen were always chasing.  Neither Matar nor Chani, Matar’s closest friend, would submit to that fate. 

Paul’s eyes shift to the ground as he shakes his head.

“No, I figured it should come from you. She’s one of our most skilled fighters. Chani doesn’t trust me. It has to come from you, Matar.” a breath of silence falls over the two of them. For a moment. Matar thinks to be offended by this. Paul Atreides is only here to use her as a messenger. The thought is gone as quickly as it develops. There is no time for emotion. No time to dwell on the man who has shown up unannounced. 

“I will see her now. Go, gather the others. We’ll need to move before the sun is at its highest point. “ She said.  The man nods. But catches her wrist before she can leave the tent. 

“Matar, I- I’ve seen… something. You in battle and you…” He pauses. They lock eyes. The visions. One of the many reasons Stilgar and the other southerners believe the young Atreiedies is the Messiah. Matar, Chani, and a few of their kind believe it all to be a load of shit. 

However, the fear in his eyes at this moment cannot be ignored. “Please,” He pauses again emphasizing his words. “Be careful out there.” Matar doesn’t say anything. Holding his gaze she nods letting him know she understands whatever he’s seen has frightened him. He lets her go and the two of them leave the tent.  There’s a warm light over their camp. Many of the other Freman have started to gather in a common area. 

Paul and Matar walk in opposite directions. But before Paul is out of earshot Matar stops and calls for him. 

“Usul!” She calls. He turns back to her with a look of concern etched across his face. “Whatever you saw,” she pauses. “My fate is my own to make Paul Atreides,” 

Paul gives her another soft smile. He looks like he did when she first saw him this morning. Innocent, and childlike.  There’s a stirring feeling in her gut.  She has no time to address this. They have a planet to protect. 

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Chani is awake and preparing for the day when Matar finds her. 

“Bit early for you isn’t it?” Chani asks with a smirk. 

“Funny,” Matar recants quickly, “I got a visit from Lisan al Gaib this morning.” Better to get to the point quickly. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve started to buy into this Messiah facade?” Chani questions. Eyeing her friend with a curious expression. Matar scoffs

“Why do I sense you’re already feeling hostile this morning?” Matar says, “Of course, I don’t believe it, I believe what I can see Chani. And what I see is that Paul Atreides has helped us successfully fight against the Harkonnen attacking our spice fields. 

“There’s another harvester?” Chani asks although it’s clear she knows the answer already. 

“He doesn’t believe you you trust him. But I know that you will protect your family.” Matar says. 

“I don’t trust him. But I see what he’s done. And It can’t be ignored. Believe me, I have tried. “ She pauses with a smirk. “And as long as I’m fighting beside you, I’ll always show up for the fight.” 

“Don’t be soft,” Matar teases. Smacking her friend on the shoulder. 

“It’s you who’s gone soft Matar. Don’t get so close to him, his mother can not be trusted. She seeks more power than anyone should hold.” Chani warns

“We are not close, But I believe he could be a good ally, and that woman can burn for all I care. Now come, we’ve got to prepare for an ambush.” She smirks as she and her friend set out to join the other soldiers. 

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Silence.  Nothing but the sound of the wind stirring the sand. A maua’dib, a small desert mouse, could be heard skittering across the sand dune. Unsuspecting of the unrest that is soon to occur. Matar’s eyes scan over the top of the dune, zeroing in on the harvester only feet away from her and the others. Paul and Chani have, for the time being, come to a truce and have gone undetected underneath the foul piece of machinery. Matar and the others are waiting for their signal. This is when they will move in. 

A loud blast breaks the silence. A shot attacked the Harkonnen craft surveying the harvester and the security. The signal. The others jump to their feet. Stilgar and his men attack the security with daggers. Slicing into them and killing them before the intruders even see the Freman warriors coming. Matar takes a shot at the harvester aiming for one of its claw-like pillars. The blast hits but it quickly gains her attention. She makes quick steps and rolls out of the way as a Harkonnen security tries to land an attack. He misses. This was a fatal mistake for him. Granted he was always going to die. Another Freman soldier stabs the Harkonnen before he can advance any closer. Matar locks eyes with the person and they nod at each other before they continue their battle. She stands, once again aiming for the harvester. This time she aims right in the center. Fuck it. No more time for games. Time to blow this thing up. Taking one last look to be sure her friends will not become casualties she takes the shot. She doesn’t watch it land. Matar is pulled back by another Harkonnen. He has a dagger held to her ribcage. She barely hears the sound of the explosion over her heart pounding in her ears. At least she landed it. One last explosion before the bitter end. She twists to break the hold but the man has a tight grip on her neck. Fuck. 

He lifts the blade ready to plunge it into her chest. And then. He goes limp. His body falls to the sand. Matar sucks in a deep breath. Finally, she turns. Paul’s eyes are wide as they search her for injury. 

“Are you?” He begins. She holds up her hand to stop him. 

“Do not fuss over me, I am not dead,” she tells him. With one last thud. The final Harkonnen is dropped to the ground. Someone, Stilgar likely, calls for the rest of them to gather quickly and evacuate the area. The Freman army and their messiah head back to camp. However, halfway back Paul stops them. 

“Gather your things. This is the last time we fight the Harkonnen like this. Tomorrow, we go south.” He states. Chani and Matar exchange a look. 

“Paul Atreides we cannot…” Chani begins to protest

“I will not continue to watch them abuse this planet. I will not wait for the emperor to make his move. We are going south. And we will take on the emperor.” He states again. 

The rest of the Freman army cheers. Paul Atreides, once again is fulfilling their prophecy. But Matar. Feels like a dagger has been stuck in her side. He once told her, He wished nothing more to be equal to her. But he couldn’t mean that. Not when he was headed south to possess more power than any person should ever wield. 

The Freman army arrived back at camp. Some celebrated. Some dressed wounds from the day's battle. 

“He’s a good fighter, but I knew he could not be trusted,” Chani says absentmindedly. The girls are both watching Paul off in the distance while Stilgar celebrates their success.

“Do you have to be right about everything?” Matar questions. 

“No, just tends to pan out that way,” Her friend says before wandering off to her own tent. Matar sighs finding a seat and taking out her dagger sharpening it with a stone.  After a few moments, she feels a presence and then there is someone sitting beside her. 

“Matar,” Pauls voice speaks. 

“I don’t wish to speak to you Usul,” she says, continuing to sharpen the blade. He ignores her grabbing her wrist and pulling her attention from the dagger. 

“You almost lost your life today.” He says. Matar shrugs. 

“I was protecting my people Paul Atredies, it’s what we do,” she responds. 

“Maybe, but I have lost far too many people I care about. You will not be next Matar.” He says.

“Paul,” Matar begins. 

“Going south, I’ll take control. I can protect you and protect us all once we’ve made an attack against the emperor,” he argues. Matar is stuck. She is angry. She doesn’t want this. She opens her mouth to recant. To tell him he is wrong. Nothing comes out. She pauses again. She’s quiet for a while and then.

“Usul. You told me once. About these…oceans, on your home planet. Describe them again.” She requests. Surprising Paul and herself. 

“Caladan is covered in oceans and water. They are… as blue as your eyes.” He smiles at her. “As deep as them too. There’s no end even as you look at the horizon. They go on forever.” He explains. 

“I still… do not believe you Paul Atreides,” Matar answers, ignoring the growing warmth in her face. 

“You will,” Paul says without thought. 

“We, shall…”

“Lisan al Gaib, Come” Stilgar calls, “There’s much to do before our journey tomorrow. We must prepare!”

Matar lets out I sigh. 

“You’re celebration awaits Paul Atreides.” she says. 

“Matar,” He says softly. 

“I will see you at dawn…Lisan al Gaib.”  a moment of hurt flashes in Paul's eyes but it’s gone before Matar can register it. They both turn and part for the evening.

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A/N: This is Part one of ? We're still discussing the terms of this collab LOL

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[snoreyua]

₊˚ෆ ⁀➷　come back to me // ep. 1

synopsis : you and riki were childhood best friends doing everything together. when you entered middle school, you overheard him talking shit about you to his so-called friends. out of frustration, you moved schools and cut all contact with him. now starting a new year in high school, what will you do when riki unexpectedly transfers to your school? can you rebuild your friendship or will something much deeper will bloom?

word count : 1.4k

warnings : shit talking, lowercase intended, lmk if i should add anything else

yua's notes : this is my first fic so i apologise if it's not v good hope you still enjoy tho! :D

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story written under the cut

"catch me if you can!" you taunted the black hair boy who was slowly gaining behind you. "i'm gonna get you!" he yelled back before tackling you in a tight hug. you both giggled as you felt the warmth of the sun on your faces. he let go of you and sat down on the dewy grass, his breathing growing louder by the second. "since when- could you- run so- fast…" he said huffing after each word before letting his body fall back onto the green field. you sat down next to him, smiling from his red face. "you're too slow riki, even with your 'special' sneakers" you said while pointing at his lightning mcqueen sneakers. he rolled his eyes before sitting up again.

you gave him a bright grin as you signalled him to come closer. the black-haired boy edged closer to you, curiously staring at you digging through your pockets, sticking out your tongue while trying to find something. you smiled when your fingers met the braided bracelet, pulling out from your pocket. it was a cream colour, with a blue charm that read "riki". he looked at you as you gently pulled his arm closer to you, putting on the bracelet on his wrist. you put down his arm, looking at him with sparkly eyes. "well? do you like it? i made matching ones with the bracelet kit you gave me for my birthday!" you showed him an identical bracelet, instead of a blue charm was a pink charm which had your name. riki smiled, his eyes barely visible from how happy he was. "thank you y/n i love them!" he said before tackling you in a hug into the grass.

you and riki were inseparable. if you were at school, he would be sitting next to you, using your crayons to draw a portrait of you and him. if you were at the playground, he was copying all your tricks on the monkey bars. if you were at home, he would be in your room, groaning about how your room was too girly. it was like he was permanently stuck on you but you didn't mind. he was your best friend, and as your best friend, he should stay with you until the end. at least that's what you thought.

as you and riki entered middle school, things started to change. for starters, you weren't the best at making friends. seeing that most of your elementary friends were gone, you were often forced to sit by yourself in classes if riki wasn't there. luckily for him, he easily made friends with lots of people and found a group where he hung out with. you often went with him but his group were different. they relentlessly picked on you, saying that you were a freak and that riki had poor choices in friends. he stood up for you most of the time, saying that you were his best friend and they shouldn't be saying those things about you. but one day something changed.

you were waiting for riki beside his locker because you usually walked to class with him. despite for waiting for him for almost half an hour, he never came to his locker. defeated, you walked to class by yourself. you were about to arrive to your classroom when you saw riki with his other friends. rolling your eyes, you were about to approach him when you overheard their conversation. "riki that y/n girl you like," one of the guys said, a tone of disgust in his voice. "she's so weird… like how are you even friends with her," he looked at riki, almost snickering at his own words. "look here, I don't like y/n ok? she's not even my friend she just follows me everywhere, like a lost puppy," riki hissed at the other guy. "i just don't wanna be mean to her and tell her to piss off," he shoved his hands into his pockets before entering the classroom with his friends.

your grip on your books tightened as you felt a wash of emotions crash onto you. before you knew it, your legs directed you to the bathroom, locking yourself inside one of the stalls. your body slumped against the door, still in shock of what your best friend had said about you. his words repeated in your head, like a broken record player. you felt your face was wet with tears, your nose runny with snot. you felt your chest closing up as you buried your face in your knees. did you really just hear that? you slammed your fist against the door, a couple of people mumbling to each other about your bizarre behaviour but you didn't care.

"y/nie~" you heard riki's voice behind you. out of habit, you turned around, your face meeting with a smiling riki. great. he's pretending like he didn't do anything you thought to yourself. "what do you want?" you said coldly, not returning his smile as your gaze pierced his eyes. he tilted his head to the side, observing your face. "is there something wrong? oh my god, did you cry? your eyes are puffy and your eyes are red…" riki trailed off as his hand inched closer to your face before you quickly slapped it away. "you think there's something wrong? stop acting like you're clueless nishimura," you spat before walking away from him, bumping into his shoulder on the way.

since then, you ignored him. as soon as you saw him in the crowd of people in the hallway, you turned the other direction. riki kept trying to approach you, but you always seemed to disappear before he could reach you. he even visited your house, but you told your mother to tell him that you didn't feel well. eventually, he managed to catch you walking back home. "Y/N!" you recognised the voice and started running. the calls grew louder, as well as the footsteps trailing behind you. a hand grabbed your arm before forcing your body to face him. his soft brown eyes bore into yours, an unfamiliar emptiness obvious in his eyes. you tried to pull your arm away but his grip was firm.

"please y/n, tell me what's wrong. you've been like this all week and you're avoiding me." his hand loosened on your arm, desperation in his voice. his eyebags are more noticeable and he looks pale. for a second, you forgot why you were mad at him and felt sorry for him. "isn't it obvious? you're talking shit about me to your amazing new friends," you said coldly while taking his hand off your arm. "don't you understand how it feels when your own best friend backstabs you? do you think i'd avoid you like this for no reason? maybe you do think that. that's what you're telling your friends." before riki could talk, you ran away, ignoring his pleas for you to listen to him.

after a while, you finally convinced your parents to let you move schools. riki would finally be the least of your worries. although it was a rough start, you made friends at some point and your pain from him was healing steadily. you love your new friends but you can't help but feel they can only patch the missing piece of you. the riki part.

"y/n! y/n!" eunchae skipped happily towards you with grin on her face. you looked up from your book, pulling out one of your earplugs. "hey eun! how are y-" before you could finish your sentence, she put a finger on your mouth. "uh uh! I have some big news," she sat down in front of you, leaning on the backside of the chair. "there's a new transfer here! apparently he went to your old school and i've heard he's super hot," eunchae giggles, hitting you playfully. you smiled, wonder filling your mind. "huh? is that so? well i'll go see if he's really 'super hot' for myself," you chuckled before returning her a playful hit on her shoulder.

after your first class, you walked with eunchae, listening her ramble about school gossip. "and you believe what jihyun did to her after it was-" you looked at her, slightly confused at her sudden pause. her eyes widened at something in the crowd. you tried to see at what she was. maybe it was more of a who was she looking at. there stood a tall boy, his hair bleached with dark ends, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. your eyes were glued to a familiar bracelet, disbelief washing over your body. his eyes were locked onto you, shock obvious throughout his body. you opened your mouth, your words barely audible.

"r-riki?"

[broke-art]

You laughed as M.k and your other friends made jokes chatting amoungst themselves.

You didn't feel even slightly guilty.

That was until Nezha stepped through the threshold of pigsy's noodles.

You bristled as your gazes met.

With a glare he marched towards you.

"Princ-"

"Nezha!" You cut him off quickly shooting to your feet and shoving a hand over his mouth. "Long time no see. Hey guys you know Nezha, right?"

M.k looked confused at your behavior but nodded with a smile, Mei frowned suspiciously, tang and pigsy exchanged suspicious glances and Sandy just smiled and waved.

"Course we know Nezha," Sandy affirmed. "Can't understand why he's here, though. Don't you have celestial duties?"

Nezha gently, but firmly removed your hand shooting you a look.

"As a matter of fact I do. And the P-" He paused when you bit your lip and shook you head slightly.

He hated it when y/n pleaded. He could be firm with anyone else. But something about her snapped his resolve.

This time would be no different. When Y/n shook her head with a pleading look he begrudgingly changed his statement.

"Parents of this one." He gestured to you with an open palm. "Are looking for her."

You frowned.

"Annnnd why should that matter to you?" Pigsy spoke up from behind you a skeptic tone underlining his inquiry.

You turned on your heel.

"Oh Nezha probably just noticed I was late for classes. You know how he is with schedules and the like. My parents always come looking for me around this time. So I should really get going, ok byyyeee!" You explained haphazardly and grabbed Nezha's wrist before pulling him out the door.

"Oh no that wasn't suspicious at all." Nezha muttered as you both walked towards the park.

"Well if you would have just left it be-" you began only to be cut off by Nezha.

"You ran away, Y/n. Your parents are worried sick. You could have been taken or worse, killed."

You sighed.

"You don't get it, Nezha. I have my reasons."

Nezha chuckled sardonically.

"Oh yes, reasons I'm sure the monkie king taught you no doubt."

You bristled at the implication.

"Did you just imply that I ran away because like the monkey king I shurk responsibility?"

"Perhaps." Nezha mused.

Something about his tone snapped your resolve and you whirled on your heel before throwing down a spell that made smoke explode around you.

Nezha stepped back with a gasp before choking on the lungful of smoke.

"Y- Y/N!" He yelled after you between coughing fits and sputters.

But you only ran faster as tears welled in your eyes then slipped down your cheeks. Your heart ached in your chest from the sting of his words and the falling tears blurred your vision until you turned a corner into an alleyway.

Your mind swirled with accusations and questions as you leaned your back against the alley wall. You expected such a cold accusation from your father or maybe from the whispers you heard his advisors exchanging. Perhaps even the girls who collected the immortality peaches from the heavenly gardens, but Nezha?

Since the day he had been assigned to be your bodyguard instead of guarding the map to the samadhi fire, you had felt instant attraction. And perhaps that was why the accusation hurt so deeply.

Slowly, you slid down the wall, coming to a sit at the ground burying your face in your knees. Being the daughter of the Jade emperor was no easy feat. There was so much expected of you, and so many enemies.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?"

You gasped and looked up at the same moment a punk knelt next to you, a bat resting lazily on his shoulder.

You felt your heart seize in your chest.

The punk rose an eyebrow and lifted your chin with a finger.

"What's the matter, girlie? Your boyfriend dump you?"

You gave him a glare and knocked his hand aside.

"Don't touch me."

The punk whistled lowly as a few more men stepped into the alleyway.

"Feisty, eh? That's adorable. What are you gonna do bout it?"

"She won't have to do anything." Nezha's voice cut through the alleyway coldly.

You glanced to the entrance only to see Nezha brandishing his spear.

The punk scoffed.

"Is that spear supposed to scare me?"

Nezha gaze sharpened.

"I'll not give you another warning mortal."

The punk smirked and gestured towards Nezha with a wave of his hand.

"Take care of this idiot boys." He turned his gaze back on you. "I'm busy."

You weren't concerned for Nezha's safety in the slightest. The humans on the other hand..... You certainly hoped Nezha felt merciful.

"Now, miss." The punk took your chin in hand again. "You never answered my question."

You were tempted to smack his hand away once again when his eyes flickered to a cold blue. His voice echoed in your ears and a cool chill swept up your spine.

You only managed a gasp before Nezha made quick work of the other punks and reached for your aggressor.

"Nezha, no!" You screamed just as a sharp glacier froze around his arm.

Nezha's gaze widened.

"The lady bone demon?!"

The punk chuckled.

"Close, buddy." The punk glanced at him. "Actually her son. And this-" He pulled you to your feet as an ice dagger formed in his other hand which he quickly pressed against you neck. "Is my new Fiance."

[moghraidhs]

a little something for lisbeth, my pilot girlie :)) used the "dark green" prompt from the rewatch list. @saturnwisteria hope you enjoy, consider this a thank you for giving me the idea in the first place <33

Lisbeth has been in England for only a week when she has the dream again.

It's always the same. Standing at the train station, being reunited with her parents. They hug her and tell her how much they missed her, and then the whistle blows.

"We have to go, darling," her mother says, and just like that, they turn and start to walk back towards the train.

Lisbeth chases after them, disappointment and terror swelling in her chest, crushing the air from her lungs. "No, wait!"

Neither of them turn around. "There are people who need us," her father says.

I need you!

She keeps running, but her legs move far too slowly and the fog swallows them up. The last thing she hears is the whistle as the train takes them away again, leaving her behind. Alone.

When she wakes up, she's standing in the middle of the road in her nightdress, barefoot. The sky is a soft grey, the countryside clouded by fog. She can't see anything.

She sucks in a ragged draw of air, then another, before her stomach rebels and she throws up.

It's mostly bile. Leaves her throat raw and her eyes watering, but in the aftermath one thing becomes clear: she needs to get back to base.

This isn't the first time this has happened, but before someone had always been there to stop her from getting too far. Now she has no idea how close the base is, or even which direction to go to get there.

Panic surges up her throat again, and Lisbeth tries to breathe through it. She's a pilot. More, she can't afford to break down; not now, not here. Not when this is her last chance.

She almost doesn't hear the engine until the last minute.

A tractor looms out of the fog, lights glaring, and the driver slams on the horn with a ferocity that echoes across the country for miles. Dazed and startled, Lisbeth barely manages to scramble out of the way as the vehicle screeches to a stop.

The engine cuts out and a woman jumps down. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

She has a slight accent, stronger thanks to her anger.

Lisbeth swallows. "I-I'm sorry, I—"

"You could have been killed! Are you deaf or just fucking stupid?"

Lisbeth can't answer. All her words seem to have frozen, leaving her helpless.

Her parents would be so ashamed.

The woman's gaze tracks from her dishevelled hair all the way to her bare feet. Some of the anger recedes from her expression. "What happened to you?" she asks, blunt but with a slightly softer edge. "Did someone hurt you?" Her eyes flick around the road as if looking for someone else to attack.

Lisbeth's eyes widen. "No! I just...had a bad dream. It…It happens sometimes."

The woman gives her a disbelieving look and Lisbeth's face goes hot. She smoothes down the front of her nightdress in an attempt to calm herself. "I need to get back to the airforce base, but I-I don't know how to get there. Can you take me? Please?"

She doesn't really expect a yes, but to her surprise the woman gives a short nod. "Fine. Get in."

Ten minutes later the tractor is rumbling along the road towards the base. Sitting squashed on the seat next to her rescuer, Lisbeth watches her as cautiously as possible.

She's beautiful—in a startling kind of way. Taller than average, with short dark hair and fierce brown eyes, and dressed in overalls and a dark green jersey that shows off the span of her shoulders. Someone used to working hard, and good at it too. There's a bump across the bridge of her nose that indicates it's been broken at least once.

"It was the handle of a pitchfork, if you're wondering."

Lisbeth startles. "What?"

"How I broke my nose." The woman slants her a look. "You're not very good at being subtle, you know."

Lisbeth looks away. "Sorry," she mumbles. It's only been a week and she's already managed to make an idiot of herself more than once. Has to be a new record.

"So what are you anyway?" The woman asks.

"What do you mean?"

"On base. Are you one of the girls giving out donuts and coffee? A…Donut Dollie?" She stumbles over the words slightly as if unfamiliar with them.

Lisbeth white knuckles her dress. "I'm a pilot."

The woman stares at her. "Holy shit." Her accent is unmistakeable now; French. "I thought pilots were all larger than life."

Lisbeth forces a smile. "Not everyone. And I'm just a copilot." A copilot who might lose her place if the brass find out about her sleepwalking issues.

She swallows. "Please don't say anything to anyone. About…what happened, I mean. I'm not usually like this."

"Barefoot on the roads in your nightdress?" The woman's lips slant.

Lisbeth looks down at her lap.

"Relax, souris. I have no one to tell, and if I did, I wouldn't. Everyone has nightmares in a war."

I'm not everyone. I'm a pilot, and I'm supposed to be better than this.

Lisbeth doesn't say the words aloud. There's no point in explaining all of this to a complete stranger—the fact that this is probably her last chance to do anything meaningful in this war, how terrified she is of letting everyone down. The despair that it might be too late already.

The tractor stops just on the edge of the base. The fog is starting to clear, and Lisbeth can see the Nissen huts a short walk away. Hopefully she'll be able to get back inside without anyone noticing.

"Thank you," she says.

The woman nods, a small smile playing across her mouth. There are bits of green in the dark of her eyes, matching her jersey. "See you later, souris. Try to stay off the roads."

She reverses and turns back onto the road. It's only when she's gone that Lisbeth realises she never asked for her name.

Not that it matters. Only two things are important here: looking after her crew and trying to make up for the past. When she sees her parents again, she wants them to be proud of her.

She turns and goes inside.

[lucycore]

How about one where Paul Stanley gets turned on by a fan who happens to be a tomboy, but there's just something about her that gets him going, so much so that he wants to "pleasure himself in the dressing room when he's alone", and the reader walks by overhearing it thinking he's not feeling good, so she comes in and realizes what's up and, yeah😏😏😏🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thx for your request <3 hope u like it and sorry that it took so long.

[Kiss]

Paul Stanley x Tomboy reader

⚠️ Smut ⚠️

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The boys were getting ready for the show. U were new and it was ur first day as a stylist so u were led by a lady that worked a bit longer with Kiss to show u what u have to do and how u have to do it. She told u to help Paul Ace with his costume so that's what u did. While helping Ace to fix his costume, he made little jokes to make u laugh as he noticed that u were very shy at ur first day. Your giggled shyly at the beginning but got more comfortable with time and even laughed later.

Paul was sitting and doing his make up while looking to the side from time to time hearing you laugh. At first he was like "whatever" but then when he turned around to really look at Ace who was annoying him, he noticed u.

A blushing and laughing, cute tomboy. He was surprised cuz usually the girls dress really girly around the band or just comfortable to work but u were different. He somehow liked ur style which was weird but something about u and the ur style really turned him on.

Paul stood up and walked over to Gene, telling him that the show has to start a few hours later cuz he doesn't feel well and has to go to his room to chill a bit. Gene of course nodded and let him go with a worried look in his eyes.

" Y/n can u please get some new hairspray, we ran out of two big bottles." A worker asked u.

"Sure but where can I find them?" U asked.

"In the end of the long hallway where the boys room are and then just left."

"Alright, gotcha" U nodded and went out to get them.

While walking past Pauls room u heard a weird noise coming from Pauls room. U knew that he didn't feel well so u stopped by his door and looked at it.

"Should I check if he's ok or just leave him alone?" U thought, standing there for good 3 minutes not being sure. After thinking for a while u got urself to knock at his door but apparently he didn't hear it cuz u didn't get an answer so u just walked in. I mean how had could it be right?

U opened the door and flinched at seeing Paul sitting on his couch with his dick out in his hand. That's like the worst thing that could happen when u just walk in. Seeing Pauls dick.

U quickly apologized many times and Paul flinched as well when he saw u coming in, trying to hide his member what didn't really work. The two of u were so shocked that u just started apologizing and him telling u that it's ok at the same time.

After calming down a bit a big smirk appeared on the starchilds lips.

"Why don't u come in?" He said.

U shyly looked up and nodded slightly before closing the door behind u and just standing there with your hand holding ur second arm in a shy way.

"I'm sorry that I just walked in..I heard noise so I thought something happened and that u maybe need hel-" Paul cut u off.

"It's okay darling. I'm perfectly fine as u can see." He smirked.

"And now that ur here, why don't u help me out a bit? I mean the show must go on and the fans are waiting. U caused the problem."

U didn't move an inch still looking down.

"Come here" he said ina friendly manner.

U looked up a bit and sat down beside him on the couch.

"Why don't u fix the big problem?" He said calmly.

"I will" u overcame ur shyness what got him surprised a little.

U smirked at him and got down on ur knees.

First u stroke his long member to make him even harder and after that u let his tip slide between ur lips which made him groan deeply. U smirked and after a while started sucking it and playing with his balls. From time to time u licked them even what made Paul go crazy.

He grabbed onto your hair and moved it himself as he was close to cumming. After a while he cummed in your mouth letting his cum drip down your throat. When he pulled out of your mouth he opened his cabin to get a condom out. U quickly sat up to take it from him and put it over his dick.

"Strip" He commanded but in a warm not command kind of voice.

U obediently stood up and started striping. His eyes wandered from your breasts all the way down to your legs. When u were completely naked he told u to sit on him. U did as told and started slowly moving up and down feeling his dick deep inside u making u moan out. His big hands made his way from your waist to your breasts, squeezing them. With time u got quicker with riding him what made u both moan at the same time but u still being slightly louder than him. Your hands were resting on his chest while u looked down into his brown eyes, then kissed him.

While riding his hands stroke over your whole body down to your butt where he placed a little spank that made u flinch a little. As he saw that u liked it he did it again and again. After a good amount of fucking u were ready to cum as he hit your g spot just perfectly, making u see and feel heaven. U moaned that u had to cum, he nodded and also started reaching his climax. While he started thrusting into u as u were riding him, u gripe on his shoulders tightened. U felt every muscle of u clenching up and getting tighter around him. His dick started twitching and his breathing became faster. Seconds later the both u cummed at the same time. U gasped out loudly as u felt his load fill u up. After thrusting into u a few times more, he leaned back and breathed out. U rested ur whole body on his chest and cuddled into him, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck that was so good." His eyes were closed and his breathing became calmer but heavier.

"Are u feeling better now?" U smirked and looked up at him.

He laughed a little and nodded. "I do. Thank u nurse". He smacked ur butt and after cuddling for a while u put your clothes back on, got the hairspray and went back to the rest of the group.

[dragonsoulage]

Reno as a kpop-idol ~ headcanon

Hello world, currently I just had an idea. Like I am a metal girly but hey other genres are cool too. And it's all my besties fault that I kinda went obsessed over Yeonjun, because he remind me so hard to Reno. So here we are having a small kpop-idol Reno headcanon, have fun🌚✨

Warnings: fluff, and in the end a little suggestive

- kpopidol!Reno, who would be just so damn pretty, like the girl, the outfits, the hair, the attitude. He ate it up

-kpopidol!Reno, who is a solo artist, is doing his own songs

- kpopidol!Reno, who his fans are thirsting over him, and he knows he is fine—more than fine, actually. Always messing around

- kpopidol!Reno, who seems a little lost sometimes but he got sass in interviews, and that flirty attitude. Fan-made edits are always showing how dorky and confused he looks during questions.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is cocky, although he needs to try to keep that down when he is on display, at least this is what his manager Rude says.

- kpopidol!Reno, who is eating up every choreo like it would be nothing, is a master at improvising some moves

-kpopidol!Reno, who is getting on the nerves of his manager Rude because he wants to do a collab with another idol Rufus, whose manager is Tseng. "Come on, you know that could make an ass of money. Fans would be literally crying, and believe me, I have seen that."

- kpopidol!Reno, who adores you, you were his cute little stylist. You were also the stylist of another K-pop artist duo. The duo was called "sweet & spicy," and the members were the girls Elena and Cissnei

-kpopidol!Reno, who always gives you a flirty line that makes you blush. "Oh, there she is, that cute style queen. So what do we have in store today? Mind to sit on my lap when tying my tie?" And for sure, he gives you a wink.

- kpopidol!Reno, who knows, you were that cute and nervous kind of person with that small giggle because you couldn't help yourself. "You won't wear a tie today, so it's not necessary."

-kpopidol!Reno, who always is searching eye contact with you while you moved around trying to select what would fit him today for the show. Beautiful turquoise orbs following your every movement and always that smug grin on his face

-kpopidol!Reno, who was such a handsome man, was an absolute eye catcher as an idol. And the fans screamed for him below the stage. Although he enjoyed the attention, it was you who he was interested in

- kpopidol!Reno, who waited for you to give him all his clothes. You waited for him to change, but well, for his shirt, he extra changed right in the same room as you. Abs flexing while he pulled down his shirt, his strong chest...you tried to look away, but you couldn't

-kpopidol!Reno, who is messing with you "Are we staring, darling?" Reno asked before he flashed you a toothy grin. Setting his goggles on top of his head for what he was so known for

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows when he sees you panic a little and hide your face behind your hair. "Never would do... do that. Don't you need to go on the stage by now?" You tried to distract it.

-kpopidol!Reno, who is trying to be a little soft with you, "Just messing a little, sweetheart." he was flirty, yes, but he tried to be not too forward at all with you. Since you were a little shy in his presence.

- kpopidol!Reno, who comes to you before the show starts, just to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Watch me, closley, yeah? Want you to enjoy the show."

-kpopidol!Reno, who is turning back to you shortly before, he needs to go on stage. Leaning close, making the kabedon move, is what makes you so weak in the knees. "And after that, you let me invite you to dinner, yeah? No need to answer; I know we are going."

-kpopidol!Reno, who was hyping up the crowd even more when he entered the stage with such an entrance song and dance.

-kpopidol!Reno, who makes extra little moves to flash his abs or stick out his tongue, he is sexy but a little silly. All girls are just yelling for more.

-kpopidol!Reno, who knows that he probably will be trending in TikTok with all the edits that will be made when he flashed his sweaty abs in a dance choreo.

-kpopidol!Reno, who sometimes watches you out of the corner of his eyes because you stood right in the backstage area next to the mainstage watching his show intently

-Kpopidol!Reno, who winks at you so shortly when he does a spin with a cocky grin, making you feel all kinds of butterflies in the tummy

-kpopidol!Reno, who runs to you between a small break, you already had a bottle of water in your hand, just like his assistant, but well, he likes you far more. Who grabs the bottle from your hand so your fingers would be brushing? "Enjoying it, pretty? Nearly seems like you can't take off your eyes,  hm."

- kpopidol!Reno who saw you nodded sweetly. Not even denying you watched indeed every move. "You doing great. And the outfit I choose fits really well." You answered

-kpopidol!Reno, who chuckled shortly and tilted up your chin. "Anything you choose for me fits. Like you fit me, right? Don't forget the dinner, baby." But before you could answer, he already went to the rest of the show

- kpopidol!Reno, who always was flirty but only had eyes for you. Stealing kisses in the private area with you when no one was watching. "Reno, someone could be walking in. " You mumbled between the kisses, but he didn't even give you a chance to think, instead pulling you closer against him and gently biting your lip. "Calm downy babygirl, no one's going to find out." Before he explored your mouth with his tongue again

- kpopidol!Reno, who tells Rude about you. "You can't be serious? You know that cannot be published. You always would need to be on your toes. What about her?" Rude was kind of complaining, although he could understand that Reno fell for you; after all, you were so sweet.

-kpopidol!Reno, who had a secret relationship with you, everything private. "Well, she is my stylist. No one will know a thing. I just turned to... really like her. After all, she is a shy little thing, so it's not like she ever would make a public appearance even when we could."

-kpopidol!Reno, who lets you watch when he is learning a new choreo, needs an opinion, if he looks hot. Of course he does; he just wants praise from his girl

-kpopidol!Reno, who always tells you how much he loves you because he always acted cocky and flirty, it was expected from him as this kind of idol. But he never wants to make you sad with this.

-kpopidol!Reno, who got the best looks simply because of your skill in style and fashion, especially for the music video shoots

-kpopidol!Reno, who would raise an eyebrow when he finally makes a collab with the other idol Rufus, and you styled both of them. "Sweet girl." Rufus remarked shortly when you disappeared to get some other stuff.

-kpopidol!Reno, who tried not to show his jealous side; after all, you just had eyes for him.

-kpopidol!Reno, who always calls for you during the shoot. Just to be kind of territorial. "Hey there, pretty. Think my jaket is a little lost here? Can you fix?"

-kpopidol!Reno, who literally decided to ravish you in the backstage area in his changing room, after the shoot was done. It was a little risky, but he was always was a risky guy, wasn't he?

-kpopidol!Reno, who coos at you. "Good girl, all my fucking good girl, that's right, ya?" While he is thrusting hard to rearrange your insides. With your cute noises muffled against his shoulder.

-kpopidol!Reno, whose eyes widen when he hears the door, and it is gladly just Rude. "For heavens sake, can't you keep your dick inside your pants until you are home?" Rude cursing but immeditly left

-kpopidol!Reno, who simply has a good career and life because you were there to make it even better. Your pretty boy 💖

[hollowwrites]

Could you do some Sebastian HCs please? 🥺 NSFW as well? Your Ominis ones were top tier 🙌🏼

Sebastian Headcanon

Is this how you Seb girlies recruit? Cause I was 100% Ominis and Garreth then I started getting requests like this now I’m in love with the trash man!

I ship him with Imelda SO HARD so if I refer to Imelda just swap her to MC or Y/N

I’m going to include anything surrounding Sebastian so I’ll mention Anne too…

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

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General HCs

Met Ominis in Charms. They’ve sat next to each other since first year and despite sharing a dorm they didn’t speak until theirs charms class. Ominis keeps to himself so I don’t think this is completely out of the realms of possibility, but it drove Sebastian insane. He was so curious about him, the way he moved around the castle etc, and it all came tumbling out when Ominis placed his wand to a book to read. Sebastian noticed he was ‘reading’ faster than him and no one reads faster him. So he asked him how and he was genuinely so excited and fascinated by him that Ominis let his guard down. Rest is history.

Plays as a Keeper in Quidditch. He’s the only one Imelda trusts in the position. Although when they play friendlies and there’s nothing at stake she makes him play beater so she can ogle him afterwards. Compliments him on his ‘form’. Insists he’s not blushing he’s just red in the face from Quidditch.

He’s the shortest of the bois. He’s still tall but Garreth is an inch taller than him and when Ominis stands up properly he’s way taller than both. Doesn’t really care but will get wound up easily if Leander says anything.

Favourite subject: Charms…I know but hear me out. He’s good a DADA without trying. He likes Charms because he has to think about different uses for spells to suit his needs. Look at the way he immediately think of Accio for other purposes than bringing objects to you. It challenges him.

I think Him, Garreth and Ominis are bros…Garreth and Sebastian are both annoying mischievous bastards you know they’d bond over stupid shit. ‘Oh I stole this potions book from the Restricted Section for you’ and ‘I made this potion that turns your Confringo to lightening’ they would just encourage each others bullshit and send Ominis to an early grave.

His Boggart is everyone leaving him or him being alone. I go in detail here

As someone who has lost a parent, I’m fairly confident in saying I think after a while Seb will accept what has happened to him. After that, he’ll look into the Mirror of Erised and see himself and Anne, older and healthy. Anne is pregnant with Garreth, who walks up behind Sebastian and ruffles his hair. He sees Ominis and Imelda in the distance laughing and blowing raspberries at Anne and Garreths’ other baby.

Patronus

Right so hear me out… cause some of these are…questionable

Lion - He’s Loyal, fierce and is clearly a leader. I’ve written so much chatter between Ominis, Garreth and Seb where they talk about Seb being a Gryffindor that it just won’t leave me. Because he just is. The ONLY reason he’s a Slytherin is because of his morally grey attitude. Everything else…total Gryffindor.

King Cobra - They eat other snakes (would annihilate Ominis’ family in sight and you can’t convince me otherwise) and are among the smartest of the species. Sebastian is exactly that. Also I know that his Patronus being a snake would amuse Ominis no end. I don’t know if this is how Patronus’ work but the idea of Ominis being able to speak to Sebastian’s Patronus and turn it against him makes me giggle. True King of Slytherin.

Crow - Very Intelligent. Also if you google ‘Crow Traits’ it literally says Inquisitive and Mischievous …They also symbolise Death but also Intelligence and Loyalty. Need I say more

Speaking of Patronus’ and his similarity to Harry:

One of the memories he uses to conjure a Patronus is of his parents. He can’t remember if it’s real. He’s spoken to Anne about it and she remembers it too but slightly differently. It’s just them sitting in their living room sat in his moms lap whilst she reads to him.

Second is the first time Slytherin win a Quidditch match in sixth year. Imelda’s jumping around celebrating after catching the snitch and he joins her. The team are all jostling around and he bumps into her. There’s a moment where he’s holding her upright to protect her from the crowd and she looks so small…it’s the moment he realises he’s got feelings for her and later in seventh year she tells him the same.

Family

This isn’t really a headcanon just something I always think about. I feel like Sebastian is what could have happened Harry. Both lose their parents and both are left with abusive family members. I feel like if the Dursleys had magic, Harry could have very easily turned out like Sebastian.

Nicknames

For Victoria

Calls Victoria, Vic or V exclusively. She’s never Victoria, she could never annoy him enough for him to full name her.

Teased her the once and she responded that was actually an Angel and would never do anything wrong. From then on she’s Angel.

Is a master of changing the way he sounds to suit the conversation i.e

(After knocking her on her arse in Crossed Wands)“Look at me, are you okay, Angel?”

(Horny AF) - “Oh Angel, you look so pretty with your mouth open”

For Imelda

Calls Imelda, Mel

When she gets a little shouty and and he’s feeling brave will call her Ma’am

Again KING of changing how he says things:

(After being shouted at in Quidditch) “Yes, Ma’am”

(After she rolls on top of him, chuckling) “Mmm Yes, Ma’am”

Relationshipy Stuff

I like the two sides of the same coin aspect of him and Anne. They’re both mischievous little shits but I think Anne has compassion that Sebastian lacks. He has no way of looking at a problem and just listening to it he *has* to resolve it. We see that with Anne’s curse.

So if his partner ever has a problem he’ll go out of his way to resolve it. Even if it was just something small he’ll go over the top.

I have a cute thought of Imelda getting splinters from Quidditch and he researches into charms and salves and all sorts for her. Gifts her a balm for her hands to protect her and she’s like “Seb, I haven’t seen you in weeks…is this what you’ve been doing?”

Again I’m probably projecting because I personally don’t want kids but I don’t think he’d want children. He’s be too scared of what happened to him either if he died and left them or if he turned out like Solomon. Plus Imelda would be busy being a Boss Bitch for a family so he’s happy as is.

🔞 NSFW Headcanons 🔞

He’s so tender. I love rough Seb but I just think he falls in love hard and fast he adores whoever he is with.

Because of that I imagine he’s SUPER vocal. Constantly praising and complimenting who he’s with.

“You’re so Beautiful”

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to have my hands on you”

Don’t think he’s be into any sort of pain stuff cause his sister is constantly in pain it might remind of her and it’d completely ruin his whole day.

I also think he’d be spontaneous, like he can’t contain his love for them any longer, and will drag them to the nearest broom closet.

There is not an area of Quidditch Arena and Broom closets that him and Imelda haven’t done it.

Seeing the state of each other after a match, all sweaty and flustered just gets both of them going.

Still really possessive and jealous, loves hearing his own name

“Say my name. Say it again, Look at me, and Say. It. Again. Focus on me and nothing else”

“Tell me who you belong to?”

“Who else makes you feel like this?”

The whole “You’re mine, I’m Yours” thing makes him wild.

LOVES eye contact ESPECIALLY when eating out, just likes looking at the things he’s done to her and she’s done to him.

LOVES finishing on her face. It’s like the ultimate possessive thing.

Masterlist

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Of Eye Bags and Sadness

It has been... a very long time since I’ve posted something new.

700 ish words 

cw:  general yandereness but nothing too heavy

You've always hated bullies.  Those who pick on others they deem lesser than themselves.  People insist on wrongly weighing each other to decide who is lesser or greater, based on inane things like money.   As a new transfer to this high school, it took all of a few minutes and exchanges to realize that Satozakura high school is no better than the hell hole you came from.  After a brief introduction, you're directed to sit next to the gloomiest looking son of a bitch you've ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on.  Maybe it's the long bangs, or the dead look in his eye, but something about him pulls at your heartstrings.  

Sometimes, you see weird things.  But most of the time you ignore them.  It's not your problem if someone's got the equivalent of a literal albatross around their neck.  But this boy, although he looks like he'd be surrounded by those pesky demons, has none.  However his whole aura is dampened, heavier than most people.  It feels almost suffocating to be sit next to him, to be adjacent to his cloud of misery.  You reluctantly put him out of your mind in favor of paying attention to the lecture, out of fear of falling behind on the first day.

It isn't until lunch break that you realize why he pulls at your heartstrings so much.  You follow the sound of blunt force and muffled groans to see him, ganged up on by a group of boys with crooked teeth and untucked shirts.

"Hey!! What's your problem?"  you hope your voice doesn’t sound like it’s wavering as much as you feel it like it is.  It must’ve though, because bullies can smell fear like sharks smell blood.

"Lookie here girlie, ain't nobody had a problem with us here before, and no one's about to start looking for trouble.  Why don't you just go back to your prissy little lunch and forget about this yeah?"  he sneered, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"No… uh, I-I'll call the teacher if you don't leave him alone." Your voice definitely shakes this time, as they start to laugh at you.  

"The teacher doesn't give two shits about what happens, looks like you've got a lot to learn about this place, newbie."

"Can't you leave him alone?  It's the first day of school and you're already tormenting him…." As you trail off, you notice a trickle of blood from the boy's nose.  He's awake, but won't meet your eyes.

"Leave him alone??  After I went the whole break without my fun?  You've got to be kidding me, sweetheart."  

The bell rings, and slowly people trickle into the hallways.  

"Looks like you've been saved by the bell shitface.  I'll see both of you tomorrow."

You help him up, and dust him off a bit.  He still won't look at you though.

"Have they always been like this?"

"...yeah."

You give him your name, and he mumbles his own back to you.  

Yoshino Junpei has never been one to think good of others.  After all the bad they've shown him, how could he?  This strange girl is likely to be no exception, he thinks, probably just looking to be a hero, or merely taking pity on him.  A small ember of hope sparks though, through the negative feedback loop he lives in.  What if, just what if she did it for him?  Because she cared?  It would be too much, too much for him if he had these nascent hopes crushed.  He just wanted to go home and watch a movie, and put this behind him, but the words found their way without him meaning to.  

"...why did you do that?"  

"Do what?  Help you?" He nods, wiping blood off his face with the back of his hand.  

"Because you looked like you needed help."  you answer, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

And this, this is what changes everything.  After being so used to seeing the worst in people, someone who did the right thing, just for the sake of it, and for him nonetheless, was astounding.  It was a sharp moment of clarity in the fog.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you, as he slowly raises his eyes up to meet yours.  You look back at him with what he thinks could be love.  And he looks back at you with a frenzied reverence that he thinks is love.

[barb-l]

y’all hear me out: sinner Adam and Clara Carmine. *BOOM, explosions* 💥 🎇

This is the definition of a crack ship if I’ve ever seen one. you guys might be wondering about the inspiration for this? Well, season two of the US television show ‘Euphoria,’ with the crazy ass Cassie/nate storyline. lol.

Think about it: Clara is out running errands for her mother (going out and looking/shopping for new parts for her mother’s weapons for improving them, doing expeditions around Pentagram city for whatever reason, or just going out shopping in general) and she’s spotted by Adam. Adam being the horn dog he is, makes his move and propositions her. This can be without knowing who she is since he is still new to Hell or it can take place after he’s been there for a bit and knows of the overlords there.

Anywho, he flirts and talks about her crop top and hot pants, invites her to his place (wherever that may be), and just outright lusts over her and brags about himself. Of course, she declines and goes on about her business. Time passes and one day, Clara has a big argument with her mom about how overprotective she is and that she feels smothered. In the middle of arguing, Clara storms out before Carmilla and Odette can catch her. Carmilla insists that they go look for her, but Odette tells her mother that they should give her space and that Clara’ll come back when she’s all cooled down (kind of like Charlie did in episode 4). Carmilla reluctantly agrees, but is still feeling uneasy.

while Clara is out, wandering Pentagram city in anger, she finds a bus stop bench and sits on it. Mulling the argument over in her head and her frustration with her mom, she begins to cry. She’s crying so much that she doesn’t notice that someone’s walked up

in front of her.

It’s Adam. He says something like, 

“what’s with all the tears, babe?” 

Startled, Clara looks up at him and sniffs. She ignores the ‘nickname’ and wipes her eyes, then lets out a choked, “My… my mother and I kind o—of got into a fight.” Call it her being too emotional  to think clearly, but why did she just tell him that?

Adam’s brow furrow. “A fight?” He thinks for a moment, then it clicks, “wait, you’re Carmine’s kid, aren’t ya?”

That leads Clara to squeeze her eyes shut with a grimace and confirm his thoughts. They then go back and forth with questions and answers; Adam asks, Clara answers. He then asks her if she wants to walk a bit and take her mind out of it - to clear her head. She immediately says no and questions why he thinks she would want to go or do anything with him of all people. He replies that he can’t do anything to anyone down here since he has no power, nor is he interested in harming her in any way because he knows Carmilla would kill him with no problem. They are in Hell, so nothing’s off the table with that. 

“Just trust me.”

Trust him. Trust him? Bah! “Yeah, no thanks, Adam,” she dismisses with a wary tone and an eye roll.

“Ah, come on - I don’t bite, girlie. And I’m sure I can’t do anything worse than what that ‘fight’s’ done to you.” He sees Clara’s frown get deeper and tilts his head back a bit. “Okay, fine. Your choice, babe.” He walks off and leaves her to watch his back as he makes his way down the sidewalk. She turns her gaze back to lap and thinks it over: she can stay here and sulk and then go back home and awkwardly face her mother and give an even more awkward apology, or she could take Slimy Adam up on his offer and actually talk about how she feels and get rid of these pent-up emotions before she goes back. when in the heat of the moment, the mind can make the body do funny things because she stands up from her seat and makes her way behind him, then beside him.

They walk in silence before Adam asks her if she feels a bit better. She shakes her head, then ever so softly says, “I just…it’s my mom. I get that she cares about my sister and I and just wants to keep us safe, but it can be a bit…much, you know?” She pauses. “Or maybe you don’t know.” Realizing her mistake, she gasps and widens her eyes in embarrassment. “Or…you do because you were a parent once and— ugh..sorry.” She puts a hand to her forehead and sighs, exhausted. “I’m really just—“ 

She hears Adam snort and looks to him. “Nah, it’s fine. I get it, though. Eh, your mom, I mean. I wanted nothing more than to keep my sons safe, and, well, I couldn’t even do that. Shit.” 

She knows what he’s referencing and can’t help but feel even more helpless. She tells him that what happened wasn’t his fault but Adam stays silent. Soon after, they talk again about Hell and his time there, how she’s used to her home and the expected along with the unexpected that comes with it, and turn the conversation back to her mother. Little by little, she feels the sadness and frustration ebb away as she walks and talks with Adam and then they make it back to Carmine Industries. Clara thanks Adam, but hastily tells him to leave lest he wants to be obliterated by her mom and sister.

His eyes get as big as craters. “Shit! That’s right! Uh, bye …or whatever.” He turns and runs off the property and Clara can hear him say “how the fuck do I get back home?” She turns back to the entryway and watches the door slide open after typing the code into the pinpad. Before she takes a step in, she thinks on her walk-and-talk with Adam and lets the corner of her lip curl in a subtle smile.

Whew, this was long, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a bit. 😂😅 this ‘relationship’ is shocking, toxic, and messy - just like Nate and Cassie’s. 😂

I’m sure you probably think I’m crazy for this, but that’s the point of crack ships, right? ;) The ex-leader of the Exorcist army and the daughter of Carmilla Carmine?! This has so much potential to be maddeningly good. 😂

I'm sorry, I mean this with no disrespect, but you may need to relay this concept to somebody else. Maybe to an Adam stan, bcuz I'm not a big enough fan of him to wanna think about shipping him with anyone

[yueisyum]

How They Met (her pov)

Notes: Basically how mc/reader met the group and specifically Haechan. If you have any other questions please ask. I will add it to the ‘Behind the Scenes’ series. Also currently working on his pov now!!! 😚

Requested - (YES)

You triple checked the dorm number before knocking. Your bag in hand and your nicest comfortable clothes on your back. Your not sweating because your nervous, it’s definitely just because it’s hot in the mens building.

You felt really excited when Jeno invited to go his study group. He seemed really nice and you don’t usually have time to hang out, but this IS a study group after all. Killing two birds with one stone.

When the door opens you look up and meet eyes with Johnny, a close family friend of your fathers. You would always stay with them when your father went on work trips, which was 90% of the time. You looked at Him, shocked to see a familiar face.

“Hey! Y/n? What the heck are you doing here?” He questions.

You watch his face, an exaggerated surprised expression taking over his features. You roll your eyes.

“Me? What are you doing here, this isn’t your dorm” you fire back. You drop your shoulders, now feeling more relaxed to see a familiar face. He smiles, letting you know he’s still glad to see you, dispute his words.

“Yeah? Well this isn’t YOUR building!” He argues, but his face is full of playfulness. “Wait are you… the nice girl Jeno invited from his class? I didn’t know it was YOU” he makes a face, and you roll your eyes again, failing to bite back a smile. Meaning he didn’t know you could be nice.

“Ha, and I didn’t know you could study” you point to his chest. “I’ll have you know-“

“-hey! Y/n you made it!” You watch Johnny turn to jeno, who’s behind him. “Do you two know each other?” He asks, looking between you two, your finger still at Johnny’s chest. “We’re family friends” Johnny answered, finally moving to the side to allow you into the dorm. He watches you squeeze past him.

“Oh really? Well I’m glad you’re already familiar with somone in the group” jeno smiles to you, so bright and genuine, it made you giddy. you reciprocate, matching his expression.

“Yejuns here too” you hear Johnny inform from behind you, as you follow Jeno down the hallway. Great! This won’t be too bad.

•••

You’ve seen him before… a lot. In some classes, around campus, or in the dining hall. And now here… in front of you. You aren’t blind, he’s definitely attractive, really attractive, but so intimidating. You can’t read him at all. His expressions are so controlled, it’s scarring you. He’s just looking at you intently, you can’t tell what he’s thinking, and you feel exposed.

“And this is Jaemin” jeno continues, you weren’t meaning to block His voice out, but you were little distracted. You rip your eyes away from the brown haired boy, to look at the other one Jeno is gesturing to. “Hi” your voice almost a whisper. Lightly lifting your hand to say hello. He does the same with a nod then a smile. Everyone in the room is so attractive, you begin to feel out of place.

“And lastly this is haechan and Chaewon” he ends.

Haechan.

HAECHAN.

You turn back to the man who was staring into your soul since you’ve walked in. “You are so gorgeous!” The girl you now know as Chaewon speaks. You blush at her kindness. She was beautiful- BREATH TAKING. Her hair short and shiny. Her face round but defined. And her smile was contagious. She was sat next to him. Heachan. He smiled to you with a short ‘hey’. You return his greeting with a tight lipped smile before turning back to the girl next to him. “Thank you!” You peeped, your smile genuine and bright.

“Of course girly, You can sit next to me, I won’t bite” she suggests while patting the spot on the couch next to her. You then realize your just awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room with jeno. No wonder this haechan guy is staring at you. You must look like an idiot. You quickly take the seat beside her. She was sitting pretty close to haechan on the couch…

Dating?

Sibli- definitely not related

Close friends?

No definitely dating.

“So how what’s your major?” You turn to the boy you remember jeno called ‘yuta’? His attention now fully on you instead of his computer. He’s sitting on the ground with his laptop on the coffee table. “I’m majoring in computer science and sociology.” You fidget with your hands while looking around the room, instead of anyones eyes. “That’s really cool, so your taking two majors!?” Chaewon leans forward from her seat to find your eyes. You nod with another smile. “It’s called double majoring” jaemin informs, his eyes stay on the paper he’s writing on, but glances up at you with a smile.

“Yep she’s a smart girl.” Johnny says As if he’s proud of himself, finally joins the group, sitting down on sofa across from yours. You make a face at him. Which earns a laugh from most of the group. “Jeno says you draw?” Haechan asks. Some heads turn to you in curiosity. You pause for a moment. Haechan’s body has moved forward to look at you. Chaewon leans back so you can address him. “Yeah I used to take art in high school, so I doodle sometimes.” You explain, shrugging it off and looking over at jeno. You didn’t think he could see your stupid doodles in class. Or that he would tell anyone. “That’s sick, Renjun is our art major, he’s really good to.” Yenjun adds, pointing to the long haired boy in the corner. He glances at you with a smile. You nod and smile back. You then turn your head back to yejun to smile at her. She gives you a ‘nice to see you again’ look.

You know yejun from high school, every time you would have a project to do in biology, you would always pair up. You both are very smart and work well together. After high school, you two would hang out or text on social media. She very chill, and always real. You liked that about her. She also isn’t nosey or pushy.

“Can I see some of your art?” You ask the guy in the glasses, his hair falling in front of his face. “Yeah, come here” you quickly get up to sit on the floor next to renjun. Your back pressed against the couch. He pulls out his phone to find a folder in his photos app. “This was the last one I did” the photo showed a canvas painted with a small store. shelves with snacks filling them and a small basket in the ground. It was so realistic but some of the snacks looked like pop art. You couldn’t draw like THIS. Not on such a big canvas. “This is beautiful..” you mumbled, not able to look up at him. “It’s multi-media. basically combining two different art styles or art Suplies. “That’s really creative, how long did this take?” You ask, finally looking back to him. “Not too long… what about you? Do you have any pictures of your art?” You freeze. What?

“What? No no, I can’t draw like this, I just doodle stupid stuff, THIS is real art” you explain leaning back against the couch. “All art is real art” he argues with a soft laugh at your expression.

“Yeah, like when jeno draws on your face when you fall asleep… that’s art” Haechan interrupts. You laugh along with Chaewon and a couple others who aren’t currently studying.

“No, that’s not art haechan, that’s a hate crime.”

You laugh harder at Renjun’s face when he says that. “‘All art is real art’” haecahn repeats. You giggle, and his eyes find yours. You feel an overwhelming sense of… your not even sure what this feeling is. Your ears feel hot and your fingers feel tingly. You quickly look away from him. Trying to find anything else to look at

“Y/n? Are you ready?” Jeno asks. You turn to him almost forgetting he was there. “Yeah, my bad” you stand up from your spot to follow jeno to the breakfast table with your bag.

After a couple more questions and conversations, jeno sits on the chair next to you. You open up your laptop and hand him a copy of ‘salt to the sea’ - the book you’ve been talking about in class.- and begin to catch him up on missing work.

“Shihyun, mark, and Jisung, couldn’t make it this week, so maybe you can meet them next wendsday?” He says, filling the silence you two had been sitting in. You already know Shihyun from Johnny, but you feel that information isn’t important right now. “Is this your way of inviting me to come again?” You tease, after handing him a highlighter for one of the quotes in the book.

“Is it tempting?” He leans his head in his palm against the table.

“Almost… depends on what take out you’ll have next time.” You copy his position. “Oh so it’s about the food” he says sarcastically. Nodding, As if realizing your motives. You laugh. “Why else do you think I’d be here?” You joke. He joins your laughter this time. “Next week we will have Korean barbecue… how’s that sound?” He asks getting up from his seat to grab a soda from inside the kitchen. “Sounds like a plan.” You smile.

•••

It was getting late and some of the group had left. Whether it was for other plans or just to sleep. you, Chaewon, yejun and haechan were in the living room in a comfortable silence. You were snuggled into the couch with your knees to your chest, while jeno was reading a chapter in the book you had given him, he sat quietly at the table you where previously seated at.

Chaewon had turned on the tv, and was watching ‘it’s okay not to be okay’. You watched it with her and yejun. Some comments here and there. You three would make each other giggle. Or make eye contact at the intimate parts, then laugh again. That’s before Haechan returned from the kitchen to sit down at the couch… right next to you.

He made himself comfortable, he wasn’t in your personal space or anything, but his presence somehow made you feel giddy- or fidgety maybe? Your not sure, you can’t understand it. You try your best to pay attention to the Netflix show but found yourself lost, confused about the plot, and you eyes flicker to him every couple minutes.

“Are you cold?” You snap your head to him. His voice was low and raspy. He was looking straight at you and you looked away quickly. “Nope, I’m good” you answer quickly and nonchalantly as possible.

Nope-?

NOPE!?

Who’s says nope!?—

“Your shaking” he adds. The room is mostly dark, and his head should have been facing the tv for the past 15 minutes, how would he know you were shaking? You look at him, The surprised expression still on your face. “I’m not-“

“-am I making you nervous?” He smirks. It made you shiver. You furrow your eyebrows together and let out a soft scoff. “Absolutely not- no way” you turn your head back to the tv quickly. You didn’t know how to respond to that. He WAS making you nervous, but why would you ever admit that? And you didn’t want to be too obvious.

You are though…

“Here…” he reaches behind the couch for a blanket, the tosses it on your frame. The action caught you off guard. You almost smiled. Almost. But immediately stoped yourself. “That’s okay, I’m not cold” you tug it off of you in a hurry. Not accepting his gesture. Chaewon and yejun seem to immersed in the raining motorcycle scene to notice the conversation. They were sat on the ground in front of the coffee table sharing a bowl of cheezits.

“Are you sure?” His hand moves to your arm, probably feeling how cold your skin is. “Positive” you snatch your hand away and let out a breath… one you didn’t know you were holding. Why is he so determined to talk to you? You wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation with him. Not when he looks at you the way he does. And not when his girlfriend is right there.

“Do you not like me?” He asks, he soundsd offended. “What? I’m- no I do like you, I mean not like- like like you. But I guess your fine.” He raised his eyebrows at your state. “Not like, fine like attractive fine but more like-… what? Stoping looking at me like that” he lets out a soft laugh. “Sorry, your just kinda awkward, it’s cute” his eyes remain on yours. “And Your really…” “… really attractive?” He finishes for you. You cough to clear your throat then swiftly climb to your feet. You were going to say ‘annoying’. And he probably knows that. “I’m going to get a drink” you grab your phone and begin walking away.

“Im really just trying to make conversation” you hear from behind you. You turn to see him following you into the kitchen. “What?”

Where the heck did Jeno go!?

“You made conversation with everyone but me…” he leans his frame against the counter. “Oh… we’ll I didn’t do it on purpose” you lied. He nods his head. Looking around the kitchen, the kitchen he’s probably seen a million times before, thinking of something to say. “How long have you known Johnny?” He asks, your think for a moment.

He���s just trying to make conversation… what are you so scared of!?

You lean back against the counter behind you. “He’s been a family friend since we were in grade school” you explain. You eyes trained to the tile on the ground. “And yejun?” He pushes himself off the counter to go to the fridge. “I’ve known her since high school… science partners.”

You watch him nod, then grab two cups from the cabinet and pour two drinks. “Nice.. and what about jeno?” You pause and tap your fingers against the counter in thought. “How about you? How do you know Chaewon”

Why the hell would you ask tha-

You are so stupid

“Oh? Chaewon… why? You wanna know if I’m single?” He laughs and hands you the drink. He’s close now. You look at the drink in his hand. “No! I’m just trying to make conversation… that’s what you wanted right?” You defend yourself, which earns another laugh from him. It was beautiful. His face was perfect. His shoulders are broad and he’s taller then you- stop it.

“I want you to NOT dislike me” he corrects and motions the drink to you again and you finally take it. “Well your doing a terrible job.” You turn away from him to take a frustrating sip from the drink. “really? Are you sure? Cause your blushing right now.” You almost spit out the liquid in your mouth. You swallow and turn around to clean what did spill, so he doesn’t see the drink falling from your lips. That would be embarrassing-

Why do you even care.

“You-” you laugh, finding the scene funny. And he joins you, taking the cup from your hand and placing it on the counter to avoid any spilling. “Your name is y/n right?” Turning back to him you take a moment to examine his features. “Yes, y/n l/n” he smiles at that. You can’t tell what he’s thinking but you can see something going on behind his eyes.

“I’m haechan, but my real name is donghyuck. And… if your wondering I AM single”

Donghyuck.

“Donghyuck…” you repeat, hoping to remember in the future. He smiles again. “So… jeno?” He reminds. “Oh.. uh, I met him in class this morning for the fist Time actually.” You shared, with another drink from your cup. “Really!? you met him today? What if he was some kind of… kidnapper or serial killer?” His eyes looked shocked. “I made him promise he wasn’t” you inform with a ‘as a matter’a’fact’ tone. He laughs “oh, well then I guess that’s fair” he agrees sarcastically with a laugh.

You stand in a silence for a moment. But for some reason you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Your body felt more relaxed and you could look him in the eye now. He looked happy that you finally spoke to him. You can tell by his expression, finally; you can read his face. “So… you dislike me still?” He asks taking a sip from his cup. “Yes” he stops and looks at you. Shocked and scared. You can’t help but smile. “What really?” He backs away.

“Yes, because your wearing sandals, and no socks, I can see tour toes” you point to his feet and he follows your finger. Haechan looks at his feet for a moment then rolls his eyes. “Your funny, think I like you a little more now” he responds through a laugh and you join him. “Your lucky I didn’t say anything about the juice that’s still on the corner of your mouth.” He points to your lips. You pause and bring a finger to your mouth. Wiping away the wet spot. “You asshole! That was there the whole time!?” You grab a napkin to clean the area once more. “That’s so embarrassing!” You express. He laughs again. “It was cute” he explains and you flip him off. Earning another smile from him.

“Y/n”

You turn around to see Jeno standing behind Haechan with the book in his hands, and a smile on his face. “Finished the chapter” you smile at him and throw the napkin away. “Great, I was just talking with Donghyuck. Are you ready to highlight?” You walk toward him and Haechan. He pauses for a moment before agreeing. Then you follow him back to the breakfast table to continue working, this time with Haechan joining. You didn’t understand why but for some reason you didn’t mind his presence. Even if you did have to tell him to be quiet so Jeno could focus.