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joaniscruzing · 6 months ago

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LUNCH CH.5 b.e

HELLOOOOO YOU GUYSSSS

sorry it took so long to get this out, i had so much writers block writing this. My requests are open, since chapter 6 will be the last, I'm always looking for requests and ideas. Comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

Summary: Your first date with billie!!!

Contains: Fluff, slight angst, some song lyrics, making out, and suggested sex (smut is coming next chapter!!!!)

You head home already missing Billie. You miss her touch and her kisses. You miss being with her under the covers of her bed where she held you. Where you felt safe. Even if you had wanted her, in a physical way, you had grown close to her as well, forming a deep platonic connection. You hoped that this date would go well, so that, maybe, just maybe later on, Billie would end up being your girlfriend. Who knows what her intentions were last night? What if she was just experimenting?

What if you two weren’t meant to be together? You spent the morning reading a book and cleaning your apartment contemplating this. At around four o’clock, you started getting ready. You took at least an hour trying to look your best for Billie. Wearing a dress that accentuated your best features. Hair, styled at its best, to frame your face. Little rings on your finger, and of course, your daisy necklace that you always wore, still on your neck. Your vanilla perfume was sprayed on your neck and wrists, making sure you smelled your best. You wanted this to be the best date possible.

You got into your car to drive to the restaurant when you receive a text from Billie.

by the way I bought you something rare ;)

the reservations under claire again

see you soon babes

What did that girl mean by something rare? Your stomach flip-flopped as you wondered. Sometimes Billie’s personality was too much for you to handle. While she was shy around you at first, her confidence grew with you, sometimes to the point that you would have to tease her right back to hide your flustration. And who could blame you? When Billie would look at you in the eyes, or lightly touch you on the shoulder, you were done for. After your little encounter with her last night, you now, head over heels, needed her.

The funky song that had played as you drove the past few nights was playing again in your car. You turn off the radio, annoyed by it. You drive there, thirty minutes, in complete silence, just you and your swirling thoughts. This time, Billie was waiting at the door for you. She looked quite nice in the baggy shirt she was wearing, with a tie and dress pants. She had let her hair loose once again, letting it cascade past her shoulders to her waist. You knew she had one or two necklaces underneath, as she had told you the night before that she never took them off unless she absolutely had to. She smiled, unable to contain her excitement that you were here. Her hands were behind her back as you went up to her. She held out a small box for you to open. You opened it, and in the box, was a necklace, with the letter “B” on it, you assumed which stood for Billie.

“You said your daisy necklace was starting to rust, so I got you something else. It’s real gold, so it shouldn’t tarnish,” she explained, a smile on her face.

“I.. I love it. Thank you Billie,” you say. You turn around to hug her, unsure if you should kiss her too. However, Billie is unsure as well, so she just hugs you tightly.

“Can you… put this on for me?” you ask Billie. You hope that she doesn’t find it weird, in case she had been just experimenting with you last night. She spins you around, as you hand her the box. She makes sure the necklace is at your desired length.

“Should I take off the daisy necklace?” she asks.

“Sure. I’ll put it in my pocket so I can put it away later.” You feel her fingertips slightly graze against the back of your neck as she finds the clasp for your daisy necklace. She hands it to you, to which you put it in your purse.

“Want to head inside?” Billie asks, extending her hand to yours. Your face heats up, not expecting this to happen. You place your hand in hers, your fingers interlocking. The two of you head in. The hostess greets the two of you.

“Six o’clock reservation for Claire, please,” Billie says to the hostess. You are led to a table for two, right next to a window, so the two of you can watch the sunset, you assume. You both sit in seats across from each other, meaning that you have to let go of each other’s hands. Even though Billie is right there, you miss her hand already.

You are left together in awkward silence, neither of you sure of what to say.

“So, how was your day today?” Billie asks, in an attempt to break the silence.

“It was good. I read and cleaned my apartment for a bit, how about you?”

“I was in the studio with Finneas. We’re working on a new song.”

“Ooooo, can I hear it?”

“Uhh… no. We just don’t want it getting leaked or anything.”

“Do you think I’d leak it?”

“No, it’s just,”

“Just what? You don’t trust me?”

“I do, it’s just” You struggle to hold back tears. This date really isn’t going the way you thought it was. Billie not trusting you to hear her song? It had been too unreal, you put together.

“Just what?” you say, a slight break in your voice.

“It’s about you,” she confesses finally, looking down.

“Oh.” She looks at you nervously, the cutest smile that you can imagine creeping up on her face. You feel a big weight lifted off of her shoulders. Maybe this date was going to go well.

“So,” you say, looking up at Billie, a teasing smile on your face, “what’s in that song that I can’t hear?”

“You’ll hear it soon, babes, I promise.” Billie holds one of your hands again.

“Can we talk about last night?”

“I’m so glad you said that.”

“Um, Billie, this isn’t just experimental, right?”

“I don’t know if I said it before, but if I have, I’ll say it again. I’m interested in more than just being your friend.” Billie says, just like that. You have to admit, her confidence really is doing a number on you.

“Good. Because I want to be more than friends as well.”

Billie sighs out of relief, and then begins to tell you about something funny that Shark did during the day. She even pulls out her phone to show you a video. The waiter takes your orders just as the sun is about to set. You and Billie are almost being caressed by the golden light seeping in through the window from the sun. Your conversation comes to a small lull when the two of you are eating and enjoying your food. You notice that Billie is looking at you as you eat your food.

“What are you looking at?” you ask Billie teasingly.

“The wall, obviously. I’m looking at you, you pretty idiot.” Her kind words make you melt inside, and you wonder how you wound up in this situation with this good of a person. You two continue eating, sweet moments like that continuing throughout the night. This time, you pay the bill, despite Billie’s protests.

“But I invited you for real this time! I should be paying!”

“Well you paid last time.”

You both drive back to Billie’s house again, you leave your bag of stuff for the night, (since you knew damn well you were staying,) in Billie’s room.

“I really enjoyed that date,” you admit to Billie before kissing her, the first time that night.

“Me too,” Billie says, a bashful smile on her face as she kisses you back. You guys keep kissing, and as you guys keep kissing, things progress as well. It starts with you straddling her lap, her running a hand through your hair. You whisper a question of consent, to which she nods “yes,” before creeping your hand up her shirt. She moves her hands around the round of your ass as you two are still making out.

“I… haven’t done anything with a girl before,” Billie admits, pulling away.

“Who said we couldn’t change that tonight?”

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whousestypewriters · 2 months ago

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i don't know why i'm here - j.h x reader

pairing: jameson hawthorne x fem!reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: swearing

a/n: hellooooo this is a long overdue fic but i was in a jameson mood hehe so here we are babies. also this is set in a boarding school :))

taglist: @midiosaamor, @reminiscentreader, @ravenclawdirectioner, @tornqdowarnings, @benny1989fredd,

@foolish1girl, @off-to-the-r4ces, @emelia07, @delicatepoett, @kozumesphone, [if your name is white it means i couldn't tag you]

jameson hawthorne is smart. dangerously so.

but you're smarter. and you prove it on the days when you win tests and pop quizzes.

most of the time only by one point, but still. beating jameson hawthorne is something you relish in. its not often that the only hawthorne brother that attends mightwood academy shows weakness.

and ever since the time you beat him on your first day and first pop quiz he's been out to win back the coveted spot at the top of the class.

so what started as a petty competition has now grown into the largest rivalry on campus. everybody knows about it. its gotten to the point where if people see you walking towards your room with a frown etched onto your face, they know to get out of the way. or the same way if they see jameson sauntering towards you with a smirk on his face, they know to lean in to watch.

most of them can't tell if you're about to rip each others throats out or starting making out. it could go either way honestly.

and right now as you watch jameson idly walk over to your desk - the teacher not even bothering to tell him off; he's the jameson hawthorne, why would she tell him off? - you decide you want to rip his throat out.

"well, well, mea vita-" the stupid nickname he calls you grates on your nerves. he won't tell you what it means and apparently latin is the one language you have a personal problem with and refuse to learn it. or maybe you just don't want to know what stupid insult he's calling you.

"what did you score?" he asks placing his test paper on the table, the red one hundred at the top a taunt left for you.

"an ehjdfnphs," you mumble.

"a what-y what what?"

"an eighty-six," you snap at him. shoving your paper down onto the desk, grabbing your bag and storming out of the classroom, ignoring the teachers calls.

maybe it was the fact that you had had a fight with your mother that morning, because she wasn't letting you come home for the holidays and demanding you stay during the schools winter break. or maybe it was the fact that jameson was acting like and ass and you finally had enough.

which ever it was, it doesn't matter. you lost your shit in class so thats going to be a detention on your record and thats going to be another week of tormenting from jameson.

you exhale when you swing the door to your room open and launch your bag onto your bed. sitting down in your desk chair and shoving your head in your hands.

a sigh leaves your lips and instead of wallowing in your idiotic decisions you decide to throw yourself into the one thing you're actually good at. studying - and sending an apology email to the teacher which will hopefully decrease your detention time.

time passes fast while you're buried in your books, words and notes fly past you as you read over the material you seemingly failed at learning well enough to score an eighty-six.

a knock at the door has you jolting awake - you don't even recall when you fall asleep but judging by your dry mouth and patch of drool on the desk you did.

yawning you get up and open to door surprised when you see a dishevelled hawthorne standing there.

"jameson?" you look over at your alarm clock on your desk. "it's eleven pm, what are you doing here?"

his words are soft, "i don't know." but he holds out a bowl candy in offering. "you missed dinner though i thought i would come and make sure you ate."

it must be the sleep deprivedness acting on your behalf, because you actually step back and let him in with a soft smile. his eyes widen in surprise as if he was expecting you to take the bowl and slam the door in his face - which if you weren't hungry or tired you probably would've done.

"so this is what your room looks like huh?" jameson's question is quiet. he scans the room as is he's remembering every detail about it. which you really wish you had time to clean up now that you think about it; the dirty dishes stolen from the kitchen, the scattered homework and the unfolded laundry piled on your bed doesn't exactly scream responsible.

"mea vita, have you even left your room to eat today?" he asks concern clouding his eyes.

"jameson. why are you here?"

he's quiet for a moment. "... i'm sorry about the way i acted earlier, it was a dick move to do that in class when i could already see you were in a bad mood."

"it was- wait how did you know i was in a bad mood?"

"i could just tell," he shrugs and sits on your bed. "but i really am sorry, i let the stupid feud get into my head."

it must be the fact that he brought your favorite candies in the bowl, or the gentle look on his face that makes you move towards him and sit down next to him.

"i'm going to win next time." why did you say that?

and just like that the calm in the room evaporates and jameson's devastating smile returns. "or so you think mea vita."

"I will, today was just a fluke."

challenge sparks in his eyes. "oh really?"

you inch closer getting in his face, "oh yes, i will. you're going to watch me win jameson hawthorne."

his eyes drop to your lips and your stomach drops - why is one look making you feel this way? this can't be good. "it would be an honor to watch you win, mea vita."

he bends down in a question and you nod letting him.

kissing jameson feels like falling. it feels like winning and losing at the same time. your breath hitches and you feel your composure about to come undone.

kissing jameson feels freeing. like you'll never have to pass another test as long as he there.

it feels like victory.

a/npt2: guys its 1am and i'm struggling to keep my eyes open so if that ending isn't good enough just let me know and i'll add a second part :))

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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago

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Could you do an Eddie fic where reader has a cold and he takes care of her I have a cold rn and I feel like i'm dying 😭❤️

Sniffles and Snuggles

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Word Count : 0.8k

Warnings : not proofread, petnames, medication mentioned, the readers sick??

A/N : Hellooooo! Thank you so much for the request, i hope this was okay for you and you enjoyed 🫶🏻

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You’d felt awful all day, a cold had been going round and it had finally made its way to you. Sat in bed, tissues everywhere, a hot cup of honey and lemon on the side.

Sniffing filled the otherwise quiet room, your nose was stuffy and you just felt gross. It was the worst. Letting out a loud sneeze, you groaned as your head hit the soft pillows behind.

You’d been attempting to sleep it off all day, but had been woken every time by a violent cough or someone coming to bring you medication.

A small tapping noise confused your foggy mind, scrunching your face you pushed up to a sitting position. The tap came again. Looking over at your window with confusion, you saw a small stone hit it - the tapping noise.

Climbing out of bed on wobbly legs, you stumbled over to your window, pulling it open. There stood your boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper shouted. “Coming to make sure you’re okay,” he smiled.

“Eddie my parents will kill you.”

“That’s why they’ll never know I’m here.”

Sighing, you shook your head, making your way back to bed. Knowing that Eddie was currently scrambling up the drain - how this boy had survived this long you had no idea.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he fell through the window, making your throat tickle - once again sending you into a coughing fit.

“Oh Sweetheart,” Eddie cooed, shutting the window and making his way to you. His cool hands fell on your warm face, making you hum. “Feel nice?”

“Very,” you croaked.

“Brought you some treats.”

“You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know, but my girl is sick.” You were about to reply when another voice came from outside your door. Eddie flung himself on the floor, shuffling under your bed.

“Honey you okay?”

“Yeah dad, sorry I was just using the bathroom and tripped.”

“Do you need anything?”

“I’m okay, just going to try and sleep.”

“Okay Honey, well I’ll come and check on your later.”

Listening to his footsteps get further away, eventually going down the stairs. “Munson, you can come out now.” Curly hair covered the majority of his face. “It’s a good look for you,” you teased, as he climbed back on the bed.

“Wow I come here to be a nice and loving boyfriend and this is what I get.” Pushing his hair back you smiled, “There’s that pretty face.” His face began to burn almost as much as yours.

“Stop that, I’ve brought things for you.” He pulled out 2 bottles of gatorade, some sweets, and a piece of tupperwear contain what looked like stew. “Is that-“

“Wayne’s special recipe.”

“Oh I love you, and I love Wayne.” He pulled out a spoon and a stuffed teddy. “Aw Ed’s they’re lovely,” you smiled, pulling the stuffed bear to your chest. “I knew he’d get all the love and not me.”

“That’s not true, I just want the stew first.”

“Fine, be careful. It’ll still be quite warm.”

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After eating the stew and drinking half a bottle of gatorade, you were snuggled on Eddies chest. “Thank you for looking after me.”

“Anything for you Sweetheart.”

“How was school?”

“Boring, even worse without you.”

“Wait Eds it’s Friday, you had a campaign today. What are you doing here?” your eyes widened. Eddie had been planning this for week, excitedly rambling to you about it none stop.

“Sweetheart, it’s fine. We pushed it back a week.”

“You, Edward Munson, postponed D&D for me?”

“I’d do it a million times, plus Gareth threatened me.”

“Of course he did,” you laughed, coughing slightly. Eddie rubbed your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head. “You’ll get sick too.”

“I never get sick.”

“Lies, you just ignore the fact that you’re sick and get grouchy.”

“Do not.”

“Stop pouting.”

“How’d you know-“

“I know you.”

You felt his grin in your hair, “Sleep Sweetheart.”

“Will you stay?”

“For as long as I can.”

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You woke up a few hours later throat feeling scratchy. Sitting up and taking a sip of your drink, you panicked as your dad entered the room. Eddie was sound asleep on the bed.

“Calm down, I just came to bring you some meds, I know he’s here.”

“Dad we need to talk about him.”

“I’ve already spoke to him, when you were asleep.”

“You- What?” you didn’t know if it was your cold filled brain confusing you or not. “He’s a good boy. I’ve seen how he cares for you, how he loves you. Just tell him to use the front door next time - he’s going to break the pipes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay honey, we’ll take this and then get some rest.”

“Thanks dad.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

You smiled to yourself, taking your medicine and then snuggling back into Eddies chest.

“You alright?” he asked, voice groggy from sleep. “Perfect.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.

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Thank you so much for reading!

Please leave any requests 🤍

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bearw-me · 6 months ago

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Hellooooo! You write Lute so well (the best in my humble opinion), sooo I figured you'd be the best person to bring this request to🖤

Could i request a lute x girlfriend!reader where they used to be long-term best friends, but during the friendship reader was convinced she was straight bc she'd never been attracted to a woman before Lute.

Now they're in a new relationship and Lute is helping her girlfriend come to terms with her sexual orientation/identity as a bisexual. Or a lute-sexual considering Lute's still the only woman she's ever had an attraction to 💀

*Bonus points if reader expresses that she's afraid she won't be a good girlfriend considering she'd only been with 1 man before her and doesn't know how to "properly treat" a woman (She treats Lute great as a gf and a friend, poor thing's just new to this)*

Lmbo imagine reader just having bi-panic anytime she interacted with Lute during their friendship Or getting flustered anytime Lute did anything remotely attractive during their relationship

Thank youuuuu! Also random question: who's your fav character in Hazbin?

ty for such kind words! :')

+ fav hazbin character isss- lets say husk (i feel a kinship with him lol, plus i LOVE keith davis's voice) i also adore angel and adam <3

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬? — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 ft : lute x girlfriend!reader 𐐒 cw : fluff, slight angst, lute makes you blush as per usual 𐐒 summary : lute assures you she's happy-more than happy- to be with you, despite being the first woman you've ever dated + drabble at the end :) 𐐒 note : lute-sexual is SO relatable

Lute just holding both sides of your face, squishing you while she reassures you that: "You are an amazing girlfriend"

She sighs, "Don't be stupid."

she's always trying to physically smoosh the sentiment into you, either with her kisses or by holding you down and affirming you.

Lute is very gentle, emotionally speaking. She understands the new-raw emotions you must be feeling, being in a relationship with a woman for the first time.

If you're having a hard time coming to terms with your sexuality, Lute can wait as long as it takes.

You're both in the same boat: She's never been in a relationship, and you've never been with a woman.

As her best-friend, you try to be there for her through laughs and sorrows.

Eyeing her curves and respecting her brilliance in battle. . . her ability to not be talked down to no matter the foe.

For all those years you lusted for her. . . you mistook the feelings for friendly support, ignoring the way you'd blush when you watched her come back from training: A sports bra, and long martial arts shorts adorning her heavenly body. The muscles around her back built to shoulder the burden of wings, and a strong core to match.

A literal form build by god. . . the sight making you tremble with nerves.

And. . . now you were with her.

Lute adores all the thoughtful gifts you give her throughout the day. It makes her smile, silently treasuring the things you buy or find for her.

In a relationship, I think Lute can already tell whenever you become flustered by her or overwhelmed.

For example: she takes her shirt off and turns to you, watching you tremble and bury your burning face into your hands, attempting to hide it from her but peeking through your fingers.

She thinks its the cutest fucking thing in the world.

"Lute? How can I even be a good girlfriend for you? I don't... I don't know how to..." You manage to spit out as she walks over to the bed your sitting on.

She smiles softly, crawling over to sit on your lap, cupping your face in her hands to stop you from hiding.

"Babe, you're a fucking great girlfriend," she assures you.

And Lute revels in your beauty, holding your face and running her thumbs over your cheeks, and committing every bump and blemish to memory.

"Kiss me?" You ask her happily, almost like a puppy.

And its Lute's turn to blush, her face bursting into a fiery red bliss, tackling you backward onto the bed in an attempt to distract.

#hazbin hotel #imagines #headcannons #headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #reader insert #fluff #hazbin lute #lute x reader #lute x y/n #lute x fem!reader #drabble #fluffff

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jjsfavgirl · 6 months ago

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Hellooooo sweetheart! It's me again this idea has been stuck into my mind for so long so i've wanted to send you this request🫶🏻

So reader keep asking jj to get her a bunny but he keeps saying no and she won't stop complaining and whining until jj finally give in and buy her one which looks like reader 💕 thanks youuu!

Bunny

I love this idea!! Also I deeply apologise if this sucks or for the spelling mistakes I went out to a party earlier and haven’t fully sobered up yet:) Ty for this request girl. 🫶🏻

JJ Maybank x bunny!reader

Warnings: pet names.

“But look how cute they are!!” You squealed, flashing JJ the cute bunny on your phone, the same ones that flooded your Pinterest boards .

“Absolutely not.” He muttered, not even bothered to glance at the small animal on your phone.

“Why?” You pouted, turning your phone back to you in order to scroll through even more cute photos.

“Because you only want one because they look cute.” He began,taking his attention off the tv and looking at your pouted lips. “You’ll sit with it on the sofa and take cute photos and I’ll be cleaning up its shit.”

“Fine, might as well just say you don’t love me.”

“Jayyyy?” You stretched out, walking outside the château to see your boyfriend changing the oil on his bike.

“Yes,bunny?” He looked up from his bike to smile at your, your hands behind your back making him know you wanted something.

“Bunny?” You giggled, covering your mouth in order to hide your wide grin.

“All your talk about wanting a bunny gave me the idea of your new nickname.” He grinned, walking over to me and pulling me into a firm hug as he placed a kiss on your scalp.

“Speaking of?” You spoke as you looked up at the blonde boy with sincere puppy dog eyes.

“Nope.” He replied, pulling away from you and walking back to his bike as your eyes rolled so far into the back of your skull you’re surprised they came back to meet the blonde boy again.

(Texting JJ)

Hey Bun! What you up to? 🫶🏻

Just looking at bunnies I want to buy:)

So it’s bunnies plural now?

Yes!

You still want one of those?😒

Duh!🥹

You’re in luck princess! Be there in five! :)

JJ? What???

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Just like JJ had told you, you heard three knocos on your door causing you to hop off from your white fluffy bed and spri towards your front door, a bright smile appearing on your face as you spotting those oh so familiar blonde locks through the slightly transparent glass.

Somehow, your bright smile grew even wider as you spotted your blue eyed boyfriend cradling a fluffy brown bunny.

“Oh my god” You cried, running up to take the bunny off him, no,dong it close to your chest as you kissed and cooed at the soft creature. “Jay.” You pouted, “You really did this for me?”

“I’d do anything for you, bunny.”

Sorry this took so long I’m still recovering from my hangover as I said :) enjoy!

#jj maybank #obx netflix #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #obx fanfiction #outer banks #obx fic #obx imagine #obx cast #obx rp #obx x reader #rudy pankow #jj x reader

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solarwonux · 1 year ago

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Business Proposal || knj (7/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst,

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 5.8k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

a/n: hello hello hellooooo, this one is more of a filler one to get everything started. Still, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. lmk your thoughts and if you want to be added to the tag list!

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10 years ago

The first time you ever met Kim Namjoon, the leaves were just beginning to change in color. The fall season was approaching. The greens of the summer were slowly fading into vibrant autumn hues. Replacing the obnoxious sticky heat, for humid and cooler winds. The leaves still hadn’t fallen, the foliage was at its peak and you were desperately trying to stay afloat.

Somehow, you had gotten roped into a math class. Well, you weren’t necessarily roped into it. You were forced into it. It was part of the prerequisite requirements and because you had barely passed all of your Algebra exams in high school, you couldn’t plead the advisory board to accept those credits. They would’ve just laughed in your face and sent you away with a list of professors who specialized in the devil made subject.

Now, you had hoped that college algebra was a bit easier, after three weeks of a summer intensive course you were proven wrong. You weren’t necessarily failing, but you weren’t passing either. Though, in a panic-induced state full of hope you had done the math - ironic, and came to the conclusion that if you didn’t pass the final exam, you wouldn’t be able to move onto part two of the class.

If you had done things differently, you would’ve taken the classes at the start of your degree, just as your academic advisor had suggested. You didn’t and now you are two semesters away from a beautiful bachelors degree in arts. Achieving an impressive double major in Writing and Rhetoric and Journalism with a minor in International Communications, along with a tasteful three point nine GPA.

You were almost there. You could savor it as you looked into master degree programs. The looming debt of your student loans was the least of your worries. At least for now. If you didn’t pass the stupid final exam, in one of the easiest math classes you could ever take in college. You would be growing a larger hole in your loan repayment agreement with the prestigious HYBE U.

At this point you were desperate. Almost to the point in which you considered cheating. A blaspehmous thought that you only ever had in high school during science labs. Those gizmos computer stimulations were a quizlet file away, and the sweet taste of victory was even closer.

Yet, quizlet wouldn’t work out in this scenario and finally you caved, putting away your pride for a little bit to admit that you needed help.

A math tutor was the best option for you. Lots of college kids were desperate for another quick buck along with their less than promising part time jobs, while they struggled with juggling school in the process. You only hoped that the ad you posted on the HYBE U facebook group would workout, even if it had been a week ago and still hadn’t gotten any engagement.

Maybe it was time to accept the truth, what’s one more extra semester. Sure, it interferes with your descriptive five year plan, but you could somehow modify it. Right?

Wrong? So very wrong.

You needed a tutor quick. Probably in the next hour or so, because you refused to step foot in another math class again. Your life revolved around your rhetorical readings, feminist discoverings in Ancient Greece. You loved research, writing papers on things you found interesting, and developing a new perspective to already made discoveries. It was a rush. Not necessarily the writing part - it was tedious and sometimes you wondered why you even decided to pursue writing in the first place; but the sense of achievement and the ego boost you got when you typed the final sentence and the final period was euphoric. To then scroll through twenty plus pages of times new roman double spaced text that came from your brain, was a thrill. And one you would never achieve when it came to math.

Ugh!

“You good there?” You knew that voice. It was all too familiar. You had spent countless hours sitting in a lecture hall with him telling you jokes and writing you notes retelling you the rumors he heard about your math professor.

So, maybe, your total inability to see patterns when it came to numbers wasn’t completely your fault. But the fault of the raven haired, toothy smile of the muscle bunny that you had befriended in both your science lab and college algebra courses.

You lift your head up to see Jungkook with his head cocked to the side. His right eye was a bit swollen due to the sty he had developed from scratching his eye too much with his dirty germy hands. So, he had to opt to wear his glasses, his right eye lens was a bit thicker than the left, making his eyes look a bit disproportionate. If you weren’t aware of how successful he was at getting around with both women and men you would’ve thought otherwise, due to his geeky look and fascination with RPG games.

You groan, messing your hair with your silver ring cladded fingers. “No offense but math is the worst subject in this entire world. Why do we need it? I’m not going to use it to calculate the circumference of the can of beans I’m going to buy at the grocery store. Nor will I use the pythagorean theorem to measure the circumference of my pizza.” You rant, glancing at the time and closing your laptop.

Your self study session was unsuccessful because all you did was refresh the facebook page hoping someone would take your twenty dollars an hour offer.

Yes, you were incredibly desperate, even considering upping the price to appeal to more money hungry college students.

“The fact that you’re using geometry terminology regarding a simple college algebra class tells me everything I need to know.” He grins, partially leaning his body to the side, resting his weight on the umbrella handle he was carrying.

Fuck, you forgot it was going to rain today.

Your day couldn’t get any worse.

“Anyway, I’m guessing the tutor search isn’t working?”

“Bingo,” you snap your fingers at him before proceeding to gather the rest of your stuff.

This was the part you dreaded the most. The agonizing walk to your math lecture. Honestly, if it weren’t for Jungkook consistently meeting up with you in the cafe that connected to the hallway in the math building to walk to class together. You would’ve probably never turned up after the first class. Hence why you’re not in a sinking boat. Just a partially sinking boat.

Jungkook sighs, scratching the back of his head, watching you scoot out of the booth. He wishes he could offer you more help other than moral support and a few ‘You can do it,’ air punches. But between his computer science classes, and increasing doubt regarding his degree plaguing his mind, he’s found himself with zero free time.

That’s when he remembers something. A small passing comment made on his way to bathroom last night as he was getting ready for bed. Maybe he does have a way to help you. His face lights up, alerting you.

“What, why do you look like you’ve just seen a cheesecake on sale?” You adjust the strap of your leather bag, against your shoulder and make your way to his side, eyeing his umbrella.

Would it be weird to ask him to walk you home after class?

Shaking your head at the thought, a problem for later, you decide.

You shift your gaze to meet his. He’s biting the inside of his cheek and you’ve never been so desperate at knowing what goes on in that questionable head of his. He also never takes this long to say something. Once a thought pops into that head of his head, it's out in seconds because he’s afraid he might lose it.

You can thank his ADHD for that one.

“I think I might know someone who’s free on Tuesday and Thursday evenings that can probably help you out.” He squints, nodding his head, and you feel your mood turn right side up.

You knew befriending Jungkook would end up benefiting you one day. Though, you do feel a little bit irritated, couldn’t he have told you this wonderful news, um, I don’t know a week ago as you two sat in this exact same booth, while he watched you make the stupid facebook post.

You shove him a little, his umbrella buckling under his weight and he stumbles a bit, shock written all over his face. “What was that for?” He complains, taking a hold of his right arm in mock hurt.

“You’ve seen me suffer and you’re now just telling me that you magically happen to know someone who can tutor me this entire time.” You huff, shoving past him, glancing at your phone screen for the time. Class was in five minutes, unfortunately.

“That’s not necessarily true.” He speaks from behind you, and you throw him a glare making him buckle under the pressure. The dramatics. He’s only been your friend for almost four weeks, but he’s already gotten used to you and he knows he’s hit a vein, and that you’re so stubborn any explanation wouldn’t work. It is always worth a try.

“Okay maybe that’s true, but they’re pretty busy and I just assumed he would have a full schedule and no time to tutor you.” He explains, keeping up with your steps. The two of you arrive in front of the lecture hall with a minute to spare, you take it upon yourself to open the door, revealing the room full of stressed induced faces, quietly whispering to each other.

You shake your head at Jungkook’s explanation, making your way to your usual seats. In the middle but on the outside for a quick escape if ever needed. “How do you even know this person? I thought you only had two friends.” You place your bag gently onto your desk and sit down.

“Actually, including you, I have three friends.”

“My friends don’t count either.”

Jungkook rolls your eyes and slumps down next to you, spreading his legs wide, taking up all his leg room and part of yours. God, he was such a guy.

“Do you want my help or not?” He says in feigned annoyance.

You unzip your bag, fishing out your pencil and notebook, while he takes out his laptop. You could never understand how he was able to take math notes on a computer, but he was the self proclaimed computer genius. Well, his straight A’s in all of those freakishly hard classes were also proof, so, there must be a method to his madness.

You sigh, setting your bag down in the empty seat next to you. “Fine, yes, please, my perfect Jungkook. I’m desperate, put me out of my misery.” You plead, hands clenched in front of you as the hushing of the students dies down, and the greeting of your Spanish accent written professor echoes throughout the class. It’s your cue to shut up and hopefully pay attention.

“First, don’t ever say things like that.” Jungkook begins, leaning in closer to whisper, “it’s weird.” He says in disgust–the audacity. “Second, do you have plans after class?” He finishes leaning away and opening up a new blank document on his laptop.

You shake your head at his question and click down on your mechanical pencil. You were determined to at least understand one thing in today’s lesson. Jungkook doesn’t answer, your professors voice booming throughout as he begins the lesson of the day, and you’re distracted in seconds by the light tap on your shoulder.

You look over at your friend, his laptop screen turned in your direction so you can read the tiny invitation written in cosmic sans font. He’s a child.

Come with me to Serendipity after class and thank me later :p

You look up at him rolling your eyes at the ending emoji. A child indeed. But you nod in agreement, you don’t know what or who is at Serendipity. Except for a solution. At least that is what you hope for because there’s a reason why you haven’t stepped foot in there since childhood, despite Jungkook raving about it time and time again. The overpriced vanilla lattes is the main reason why.

Yet, desperate times come along with desperate measures. And if you need to drop a couple more on your favorite caffeinated drink in order to pass math. Then so be it.

Serendipity stood in between two worlds. It separated the lively college town from the perfect four person familial neighborhood. On weekday afternoons it was mostly frequented by college students who needed a change in scenery or remote workers with their bangs still in rollers and their eyes puffy from sleep. On Friday nights it was home to young adults grabbing dessert after a fulfilling dinner or a late caffeinated drink for a long night out. Tired office workers, likely forced to attend a company dinner, usually took up the long tables in the back wall of the first floor.

Sunday’s were a favorite at Serendipity, young families would come from different parts of town to enjoy a late brunch. And morning runners would waltz in for a late caffeine kick before the strenuous work out around the lake that offered the cafe it’s most famous view.

Dionysus Lake.

Just as its name implies. The lake was a place for celebration, festivities, and madness. It’s where everything would happen for the first time. Your first fall, your first scrape. The graduation ground from a four wheeled bike to a two one. The first time you saw your crush outside of school. The first time you held hands with someone and the downfall of your first friendship with your childhood best friend—Sabrina. I was the breeding ground of impulsive decisions like getting drunk on the steps that led to the bank. With beer and soju you had gotten because you paid a broke college student scrambling in between odd jobs to buy them for you. The breeding ground of many triple dog dares and the place in which you decided what your future would be like.

It was a right of passage from childhood to teenagehood and finally adulthood.

It’s where couples that beat the test of time go to enjoy their last moments of humanity. Both the cafe and the lake are full of nostalgia, and so famous that it now became a must see spot from people all over the city. With inflation and the influx of people both the cafe and the lake were places you and your family had started to frequent less, until eventually it was out of your minds completely and the longing for just a fleeting moment to visit before the chaos was gone.

That is until today.

Everything had changed so much. The rustic decor was now replaced with a mixture of antiques and plants hanging from every possible surface. The windows were now floor to ceiling and they opened up to a very cooling outside patio, where you could enjoy the view of the famous lake. They had even expanded to a second floor, and added a rooftop with fiery lights and wooden tables. It basically looked nothing like what you had grown up with and more like a pinterest board of garden core had thrown up on it.

It also had more menu options, and gone was your favorite blueberry and mint tea you and your mom would enjoy whenever your anxiety spiked to levels in which you could not control. Everything had been replaced with something more expensive and trendy. A complaint that had been surrounding the cafe for years by everyone who grew up inside the walls. Though you hadn’t really believed it until now because you were finally working up the courage to see it for yourself. And the one thing you can only really think about—apart from the overpriced vanilla latte you had just paid for—was how could a place so familiar feel so unfamiliar at the same time.

“Hobi always gives me a discount when I come.” Jungkook throws into the wind while he plays with the white buzzer in his hand.

Unlike you, Jungkook and his family—from what you have gathered—were regulars. As soon as he arrived every worker greeted him with a warm smile and a simple hand wave. Some had added a mention of seeing his mom earlier. And if you hadn’t been convinced, the barista with the high nose bridge, sporting the floral shirt, a bright yellow beanie and khaki pants had already inputted his order before Jungkook could mutter the words “iced americano with a splash of vanilla syrup please.”

“I’m sorry who?” You move your head closer, eyeing the way his hands wrapped around the buzzer. Desperately hoping for it to ring because although it was almost three and you probably shouldn’t really be drinking any form of caffeine at this time. Your body desperately needs something to keep you alert. Especially now that you were meeting your classmate's brother for the first time.

A brother who could possibly save you from failing your college algebra class. He had told you a little about him. Apparently, he wasn’t really his brother, but his mother remarried his father when Jungkook was young, so to make matters easier for everyone involved. He would just introduce him as his older brother. He called him Joon and he was currently working on his masters in philosophy. A real pretentious nerd if someone were to ask you. They lived together in an apartment just outside of the college town, and according to Jungkook, who you have noticed likes to input his opinion where it really doesn’t matter. He was still a virgin, because he lived and breathed philosophy like one of those weird philosophers from ancient times. The only thing he needed was a laurel crown and a toga.

His words not yours.

Basically he didn’t really do a very good job at painting a good image of his older brother. And you were already having some negative opinions regarding him because you have dealt with a handful of pretentious boys in many of your classes that you really didn’t feel like adding another one to the mix. But again, you’ll push your preconceived notions aside. This was for your four point zero GPA and your five year plan. One more insult to your psyche and intelligence wouldn’t hurt.

Right?

“The one that rang us up. He gave you one too, vanilla lattes are usually seven and you only paid six.” He points out before jumping at the sound of the buzzer going off. “I’ll get it.” He smiles standing up faster than you can protest, and walking off to the pick up counter.

It’s strange that the two of you became friends or clicked so well. And you like to think that it was mainly because you shared a few classes more than anything else. He was a little energizer bunny, a right arm sprinkled with a few tattoos and a scar right above his eyebrow where a piercing had been. You were not far from the opposite, but you did have a social battery that would often run out before the end of the day. You valued the quiet and apart from the many earrings decorating your ears and the hot pink peekaboo dye job you had your mom do. You were deathly scared of needles and didn’t look nearly as rebellious as Jungkook did, even with his stupid nerdy glasses.

“Hobi gave us cookies, on the house.” Jungkook says as he sets down the tray in front of you. “I think he might want your number.” He adds with a nonchalant tone before taking up his previous seat and getting a head start at setting the table.

You tilt your head in confusion as he pushes a plate with a matcha cookie your way. “You’re talking nonsense. I heard you ask for a chocolate chip cookie before you paid.” You roll your eyes, grabbing your tall glass of coffee.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, pushing the brown tray to the side. “I ordered a cookie but I didn’t order two.” He points to your cookie. “Plus he couldn’t take his eyes off you while you ordered.” He finishes and takes a long sip of his drink. He finishes with a refreshed ah and smacks his lips together in satisfaction.

The drama.

That’s probably another thing the two of you did have in common. You’re both dramatic in your own ways. Something the two of you discovered about each other two weeks into knowing one another. It was a long story that involved a stubbed toe and a papercut. One that wasn’t worth reminiscing about now because it added nothing to both of your lives.

“I doubt that Kook, he’s just doing his job and he knows you.” You raise a finger at him and you take a long awaited sip of your coffee.

Jungkook crosses his arms in front of you. “Okay then why did he ask me if you were single.” He adds in a matter of fact way. Cocking an eyebrow to prove his point.

You narrow your eyes at him and kick him under the table. He recoils in pain, whispering explicits to not draw any more attention to the two of you. “You’re lying and I know you’re lying because I saw you order another cookie when you went to pick up our drinks.” You say leaning in closer so he can hear your whispering.

Here’s the thing. Jungkook has been trying to set you up with every guy he deems is cute. You on the other hand are not interested, mostly because you’re still young with your whole life ahead of you. And right now the only thing that matters is your degree.

What’s the rush?

He pouts, uncomfortably cradling his shin. “Fine, he didn’t give you a cookie on the house, but he did say you were cute. And he’s a nice guy. My brother is friends with him and he’s really funny.”

You sigh, breaking a piece from your cookie. “I'm happy to hear that but you know that’s not a priority of mine now.”

Jungkook rests his elbows onto the table and leans forward. “Have you ever heard of a work- life balance?” Because all you do is work and you should be out and partying. Your twenties are supposed to be full of fun.”

“I do have fun, Jungkook.” You point out, putting the piece of cookie into your mouth before crossing your arms in annoyance. If you had a coin for every time someone in your life tried having this exact same conversation with you, then you’d probably be able to afford more of these over priced lattes.

Jungkook sits back with his arms crossed, tonguing the inside of his cheek in suspicion. Sure, he’s only known you for a short amount of time, but every time he sees you around campus or meets up with you. You have your head buried in either a book or your fingers are flying across your laptop keyboard. He’s positive you don’t know how to have fun.

“Fine name one instance in which you are not doing school work.” He challenges

“My friends and I have board game nights every Wednesday and Sunday night.”

Jungkook sits up a bit straighter, a look of shook written all over his face. “Wait, you actually have friends.” He says before lifting a hand to cover his mouth in disbelief.

Before he can stop you, you kick his shin one more time and this time harder than the first time. This is exactly why you are surprised you’ve chosen to be friends with him. Sometimes he could get under your skin by just existing.

“You know I have friends, Jungkook. You’ve hung out with them.”

He doesn’t answer, instead he nods his head while he once again cradles his shin in pain. Maybe he crossed the line this time. He met Taehyung and Jimin more than once. And from what he was able to gather in the few times he’s hung out with the three of you. Is that Jimin might have a huge crush on you and Taehyung’s jokes aren’t nearly as funny as you make them out to be. Still, he thinks they’re cool.

“Sorry I’m late, I missed my bus.” An unfamiliar voice speaks up and it makes the man in front of you sit up so straight you’re positive he’s going to break his back.

You raise a brow in confusion before turning your head to look towards the person who has the energizer bunny fix his posture and shut his mouth.

The first thing you see is the flowy khaki pants, then his simple t-shirt topped with a blue and white checkered flannel. And finally your eyes land on his face, and the black framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. His hair hides under a navy beanie and your mouth almost falls open in disbelief.

Holy fuck, wait a second. This is the man Jungkook was describing. The nerd of a brother who could possibly still be a virgin and has his nose stuck in philosophy textbooks? Out goes your preconceived notions of the man in front of you and now you’re downright confused because this man was hot and reeked of chillaxed energy. He probably owns a few plants, and bike rides on the weekend and visits a few buddhist temples for the experience.

Nobody says anything as the man—which you perceive is now Joon—slides into the spot next to Jungkook’s. He hasn’t really looked in your direction, except for the short glance he sent your way when he first appeared.

Jungkook scoffs in annoyance as he scoots over making it a huge show like it’s inconvenient for him to move over. “This is Joon.”

“Namjoon.” The older one corrects before he extends his hand for you to shake. You hesitate for a second before shaking it and telling him your name.

He nods, retrieving his hand and sets it down on his lap. There’s a brief silence as he looks in between you and Jungkook probably trying to make sense of the situation himself because if you were being honest you’re still stunned yourself. Though you know Jungkook and his brother aren’t blood related you can’t help but feel like good genes simply run in the family somehow.

Namjoon shrugs once he’s silently done making his assumptions and sets his arms on the table, clasping his hands together. In an instant his face is replaced from a pleasing and welcoming one to one that screams he’s honestly here for business and not to fuck around.

“Are you the one that Jungkook tells me needs help?” He questions, earning a jab from the younger one. He doesn’t react and instead keeps going. “Have to ask because he’s been trying to set me up on blind dates thanks to our mom, so if this is what this is then I’m sorry but I’m not interested.” He nods before leaning back. Joon, or Namjoon doesn’t let you respond before he stands up and walks towards the order counter. There you see him greet the same barista who you now know is Hobi thanks to Jungkook.

You don’t linger on his figure before you turn to face Jungkook. Who looks mortified beyond belief and you can’t help but laugh because things are simply just making sense. All of Jungkook’s backhanded praises involving his brother made so much more sense. He did mention he was an asshole but you just assumed that was a simple sibling thing. No, he was most definitely right. And he fit more into the description you had once assumed before even meeting him, minus the typical nerd look you had conjured up with the brief descriptions Jungkook had provided. He was hot, and could probably crack your heart open into two, but he was exactly like those pretentious classmates you’ve had the unfortunate pleasure of encountering all throughout your degree. But for some reason you aren’t as bothered by it, because in a way it was hilarious.

Jungkook whines, “He can’t even try to be nice for a little bit.”

You throw your head back laughing even harder, while Jungkook continues to grumble underneath his breath in annoyance. You laugh until your stomach begins to hurt and until someone clears their throat making your giggles die down slowly.

“Why is Hobi giving out free cookies?” He points out before setting his tray down and taking up the seat next to his brother again. To which Jungkook silently gestures to the cookies and you as if to prove his earlier point. Namjoon rolls his eyes at his brother's actions before turning to face you.

“He also told me to give you his number but I told him that I didn’t know you and that if he wanted your number he should just ask you himself.” He shrugs, taking a sip of his dark liquid and making the same satisfied noise Jungkook had made earlier.

Ah, maybe dramatics also run in the family.

You stir the liquid of your latte with your straw. “Um thanks I guess.” You take a sip of your drink as he nods.

The atmosphere is so awkward that you want the entire cafe to fall through a hole in the ground. The three of you are silent before Jungkook’s phone lights up and starts buzzing. He quickly grabs it and silences it before standing up. “Sorry, I have to go. I forgot I had this thing to do.” He says inconspicuously before grabbing his book bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

You scramble eyes going wide as he adjusts the straps and straightens his black long sleeve. “Wait where are you going? I thought we had plans after this.”

Jungkook bites his lip, silencing his buzzing phone again when it goes off a second time. “Sorry Bun, I have to really go, it's important. I’ll see you at home Joon.” He salutes before basically running out of the cafe.

“Typical.” Namjoon catches your attention and rolls his eyes. “I knew he had something planned when he asked me to meet him here last minute. I’m really sorry about him but I’m really not interested in dating right now.” He says before grabbing hold of his bag and going to stand up.

Your body is filled with panic as you watch him. You do have a few choice words for the person that just ditched you with his brother. But this could be your last resort and you weren’t going to let him walk away. “Wait.” You extend your arm in his direction. He stops slipping on his bag and raises a brow at you in curiosity.

“I actually do need help. I’m close to failing my college algebra course…well I will fail it if I don’t pass the final exam.” You begin to explain, finally grabbing his full attention as he stuffs his hands into the pocket of his pants. “Jungkook mentioned you could probably help out.” You bring down your hand, circling both of them around your watered down latte. “That’s why I’m here. I promise this isn’t a blind date or anything.”

Namjoon nods, looking at the entrance before sitting down again, sighing, his shoulders relaxing instantly. And you’re once again met with the same nonchalant demeanor he had approached you and Jungkook. Once again things started to make sense, why he had made the switch so quickly. It was something he was probably so used to by now, but now as he adjusts himself in the seat in front of you. You can see that maybe he could not really be that bad.

“In that case I can stay.” He grins, pushing his iced coffee to the side. “I should warn you I’m not the best when it comes to math but college algebra is easy so I can help you out.”

You let out a big sigh of relief and nod your head. “Thank you so much you don’t understand how much you’re already helping me out by agreeing.”

Namjoon chuckles lightly before reaching into his side bag and taking out a plain black notebook with a pen. “In that case we should figure out our schedules.” He opens the notebook to a blank page and uncaps the pen. “Does Tuesday and Thursday at seven work for you?” He tilts his head in question.

You nod rapidly. “That’s perfect for me.”

He hums and writes down your name with the agreed days and times next to it. He closes it quickly and puts it in his bag. “Great, I'll see you next Tuesday.”

That’s it? It was that easy? Then why the heck did it take such a long time for someone to respond to your Facebook post. Especially when you had increased the payment.

Payment. Oh you had forgotten about it, and from

What it seems like so did Namjoon because he was already getting ready to go again.

“Wait.”

He stops, eyeing you in confusion but you decide to continue. “How much do you charge?”

Namjoon opens his mouth and closes it quickly. He puts a pensive hand on his chin before snapping his fingers in front of him. “I think you’re the one Jungkook mentioned about studying writing.”

“Writing and Rhetoric.” You correct before he can continue going. He nods in acknowledgment.

“Yeah, that’s what he said. I’m sure he mentioned what I was studying and if I’m being honest I hate revising my own writing. So, instead of paying me in money you can just revise my work in exchange for tutoring lessons.” He offers with a shrug.

You would be a fool to not take up this magnificent offer, so quickly you agree, extending your hand for him to shake. He takes it and for a second you swear you feel your heart drop down to your belly from just his touch. But you brush it off quickly when he retrieves his hand. It’s probably just the caffeine anyway.

“Great, it’s a pleasure doing business with you.” He smiles, and this time it is wide enough in which you can see his cute little dimples. “See you on Tuesday.”

Before you can respond with the same statement he’s already rushing out of the cafe. Leaving you alone in the booth, with three unfinished iced coffees and cookies.

You can’t really make out anything, just that this was probably the longest day of your life. And that unbeknownst to you, you can slightly feel the light crack in the corner of your heart. One that you will later on learn was the moment Namjoon had started to infiltrate it.

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suguryusei · 2 months ago

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"It's my duty" Connor x GN reader

warnings: Both Connor and Reader just had an argument. Reader has hair, no length is specified but its brushable. Usage of pet names (including love, baby, etc.) bare with me here since it's not proof read (i dont edit my fics much, i just let my brain do the work) just a short fanfic, please do tell me if i miss anything!

"Y/N?, are you doing something there? you're taking too long. I'm worried, love!" Connor exclaimed, after you both had an exhausting argument. You told him that you needed some space which he obeyed. A simple mission, him respecting your space. Connor thought it's easy to handle this type of situation.

it was NOT easy for him at all.

Which is why he's knocking on the bathroom door, thinking you must've done something wrong there to not respond at his words.

"Baby! are you there? I'm breaking in, okay? in one, two, thre-" Connor interrupted himself and slammed on the door seeing you brushing your hair with a toothbrush on your mouth. You gurgled and placed the toothbrush in a cup holder, with the other hand equipping the hairbrush.

"Oh my God!" Connor was in disbelief when he saw you brushing your hair. "What?" You told him, looking irritated. "No, no. I can't let you do that. It's my job to do that." He tried to get close to you, reaching for the hairbush. You swiftly avoided him, your back was in touch of the wall. Connor is close to you, you between his arms, caging you. "Give me some space, RK800-" Your words were quickly stopped by a stolen kiss. It was soft and delicate, He's a gentleman whenever it comes to you. "Please, baby? It's my duty." He begged, with his 'try hard' puppy eyes. As much as you want this man to understand that your personal space is needed, you can't resist this adorable man.

You sighed, looking defeated. "Fine. But please, don't be too harsh on my hair, okay? You added and he looked delighted as he succeeded, looking like a happy puppy who had just gotten a treat from his owner. "Thank you so much, my love!" He holds the hairbrush with care and started brushing your hair, downward. "You know, i love doing this. Please let me do it everyday to you, Baby." Connor murmured. His tone was soft, he's a domesticated man. Well, you can't say no to your partner. He is truly a lucky man for letting him brush your hair everyday.

A/N: HELLOOOOO, i just came back! it's been so busy and im sorry i haven't posted. I've been obsessed with detroit: become human lately and its so good! Im planning to post a blue lock fic soon! thank you everyone for reading this, have a nice day!

#detroit become human #detroit: become human #connor rk800 #dbh connor #connor x reader #dbh x reader #rk800 x reader #rk800

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rewritingcanon · 11 months ago

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no girl tell us what you think about jegulily!! im so here for it (tone is weird but I mean that genuinely, I don't ship them so I'm not here to be weird)

dw bae ur tone is fine ! (i’ve been waiting for an ask like this 💀) i think jegulily is... yeah its…. like usually as long as its legal idgaf as long as shippers portray their characters right but regulus fans are literally incapable 😭🙏 WHY WOULD U PAIR A MUGGLEBORN AND A BLOOD SUPREMACIST IM SO DONE WITH DIS FANDOMMMM!! that actually goes for a lot of lily ships like bartylily as well (no clue where that came from either but it’s equally as stupid lmfao).

and jegulily just feels like shoving in lily because people feel bad for ditching her, or shoving in regulus because some people like jily and jegulus and want them (for some reason) to coincide even though it makes zeroooo sense for it to. like, idk if i said this with jegulus before (i yap sm on this account i forget what i say), but like it, jegulily can be done well if a realistic dynamic is taken into account, but the marauders fandom is allergic to nuance and so just chalks up everything regulus does and believes to his neglectful homelife. hes not all-bad, sure, i do feel bad for him, but im nowhere close to shipping him with a woman whos part of the people hes trying to eradicate, or with her man who purposefully went against all pureblood tradition (which is such a large part of james’ character— he is a pureblood that chooses to be seperate from that culture hellooooo plz wake uppppp).

marauders fandom has a chronic “i can fix him” mentality when it comes to wizard neo nazis, i have never understood it. but thats a topic for another day.

jegulily should be filled with envy, toxicity and prejudice stop nerfing it to be some fluffy feel-good polyamorous stable marriage where they raise harry together. yall are looking over the potential. this ship has blood and guts in it plz act like it or else idk what to say 😭 if it doesnt end with at least one of them getting murdered i dont want it.

#imho it just feels willfully ignorant of all three characters to ship them #this goes with most the regulus ships tbh except like bartylus. bcuz barty is just terrible too LOL #just characterise ur characters right people. not to majority fanon interpretation but to who they are CANONLY #you may think its less fun but to me. that’s honestly what makes those three so appealing #+its generally important to understand the media u consume. and yes. that means harry potter as a book series if ur in the marauders fandom #u are not seperate from the hp books if u are attached to its characters (no matter how far youve spun their personalities away)#on a seperate note people are allowed to ship what they want and im being lowkey serious when i say im not gonna find someone weird if they-#-ship something as long as its legal #maybe some jegulily people follow me so let me just say i dont hate the shippers i just heavily dislike the ship 😭#worse than jegulus but somehow less annoying idk how to explain it #harry potter #hp #marauders #marauders era #anti jegulus #anti jegulily #lily evans #jily #pro jily #james potter #lily potter #regulus black #anti regulus black #the marauders era #the marauders #ask #anon #rewriting #tyyyy anon for the ask i luv to yap 🫶🫶

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havinghorns · 2 months ago

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hellooooo fellow tmasc here and i was wondering if it would be ok if i asked some questions about bottom growth? i dont really have anyone to talk to abt this irl haha.. uhhh ANYWHO i was wondering about how long it took you on t to reach the size you are now? and approximately how much bigger would you say you are compared to before t? im trying to figure out my own bottom growth situation but uh its hard with nothing to compare it too lol

Well ok. Full disclosure that it's sort of hard for me to tell if my experience is typical bc I did have a larger than usual clit to begin with. Never saw a GYN until after I'd been on T a while so, never figured out what was up there. Prob just normal variation.

That said, in my experience, the growth is similar to starting lifting weights--crazy fast progress at first, then a plateau after the first year or two and slower, but continued progress after that.

I never measured anything pre-T but my best guess is I went from about 0.5" to a little over 2" and about as big round as my thumb, which is not bad! Obvs Tumblr wouldn't like it, but happy to share a non-sexy pic with anyone over 18 with a genuine interest.

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imagrindylow · 10 months ago

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Hellooooo could I request Leander x fem!MC where Leander has a breeding kink and fem!MC is super into it?

Happy belated Valentines Day! Hope this is to your liking. I had a good time working on it 😈

A Constant Reminder

Leander Prewett / f!MC 4k Words Content Warnings: 18+ Explicit content; Breeding kink, sex, fingering, creampies, female ejaculation, dirty talk, smut with plot Summary: Less than thrilled about attending a social event, Leander ensures your mind will be exclusively on him for the evening, even while you're mingling with others. ~~~~~~

It was a Saturday afternoon when a tawny owl landed on the ledge outside of your kitchen window, two richly colored envelopes in his beak, each corresponding with yours and your husbands house colors from your time in Hogwarts. Had you not already been in the kitchen preparing lunch for your family, you’d have missed the faint rapping of the owl’s talons on the glass over the raucous sounds of your children and husband playing in the next room.

You took the envelopes from the bird's beak and rewarded the owl with gentle pets to its head before it stretched its wings and flew off. You opened the envelope with your name on it, and read through the letters contents. It was an invitation to a class reunion, celebrating ten years since graduation. You stood in your kitchen, idly fiddling with the parchment as you thought back on the friends you’d made at Hogwarts, many of whom you hadn’t seen in the last decade, despite the promises made as teenagers not to fall out of touch. The idea of everyone getting together again after so long sounded nice.

You brought your husband's invitation to him, your outstretched hand presenting him the deep red envelope with his name on the back in shimmery golden ink. He stood up from the sofa when you entered the room, and took the envelope with a curious look.

Despite the letter behaving perfectly ordinarily, seeing the red envelope made the oldest of your children giggle. “Did daddy get a howler?” The small voice asked, eyes wide, hoping for this to be the case.

You chuckled at the question while Leander reddened with embarrassment at the memory of the day his own mother had sent him a howler, which berated him for apparently not bringing her grandchildren around to visit her often enough.

“No, it’s not a howler.” You say, a bit of laughter in your voice, still grinning while remembering how taken aback your husband had been at the time.

“Well what is it?” Leander asked you as he popped the wax seal up from the paper.

You let him read it for himself as your children turned their attention to you, beginning to tug at your sweater, wanting their lunch. You led your little ones back into the kitchen where their sandwiches were waiting on the counter where you’d left them when your owl had distracted you. Leander leaned against the door frame after having read the invitation, his arms folded casually across his chest, watching as you sat your children at the table and served them their meal.

“You want to go to the reunion, then?” Your husband wondered, though his tone made it seem more like a statement than an actual question. He knew social gatherings like these were something you enjoyed.

“I think it would be fun to see everyone again, yes.” You say as you cross the room to him.

“I loathe the idea of class reunions.” He said immediately, leaning his head back against the door frame and releasing a sigh.

You knew your husband very well and knew he’d be less than thrilled about the prospect of meeting up and mingling with dozens of his former classmates. He was never as social as you’d been, and to this day he preferred to keep his circle small. You could tell that your response to his questioning had him up in his head - already turning over potential uncomfortable interactions for an evening that was still weeks away.

“You know, you could just send an owl to those you actually care about reconnecting with. Poppy… Natsai, perhaps.” He suggested, and shifted his weight in the way you knew he did when he was uncomfortable with something. “Overall, the whole evening will just be a bunch of petty one-upmanship between a bunch of people who I am personally not missing.”

You shook your head at his proposal to reach out to a select few instead. The fact that he’d conveniently not suggested Sebastian or Ominis was not lost on you. As though he’d ever encourage such a thing. Leander had always had a bit of a jealous streak in him, though it reared its head much less frequently now than it did when you were merely friends back in school. Regardless, you knew you could make the idea of attending sound much more enticing to him.

You stood closely in front of him and held onto his still crossed forearms, speaking softly to keep the conversation from the sets of little ears nearby. “We can send the kids to your parents house for the whole weekend.” You say, a suggestive air to your voice. “When’s the last time we had a date night Lee? Hm?”

You could see the thoughts spinning in his head while he weighed your words. “And… Will you wear that green dress I like so much?” He asked, an expectant eyebrow raised, his full lips curling into that smug little grin you knew so well. He unfolds his arms to hold your waist.

“Of course I will.” You promise, and hug around his neck, kissing his cheek, knowing your wish to attend the reunion was as good as granted.

He hums contentedly when your lips press to his cheek, and he kisses your forehead in kind. “Well then I'd be a fool not to come with you. I’ll send my mother an owl later today and arrange for her and father to keep the children at their house that weekend.”

“We’ll have a good time. It won’t be as bad as you’re expecting it to be.” You promised.

~~~

The evening of the reunion was upon you both. Leander’s parents had already come and gone, whisking your children away back to their home for the weekend. With the house empty besides yourself and your husband, you relished in the peace and quiet while you readied yourself for the evening.

You stood in your bedroom in front of the floor length mirror beside your wardrobe in your chemise, fastening the busk of your corset over top of it. Leander stood behind you, helping hold the garment in place, then carefully adjusting the cords of the corset to your liking. He hummed contentedly as he tugged at the laces, glancing up every few seconds and making eye contact with you through the mirror, unable to hide the sweet little grin he always had on his face whenever he helped you dress. His cheeks were thoroughly flushed when you turned to face him when he was finished.

“You look so lovely. All eyes will be on you tonight, love.” He said, taking one of your hands and bringing your knuckles to his lips for a soft kiss.

You felt your face heat up at his compliment and you grinned back at him when he kept your hand and pulled you fully into his arms. He cupped your face in his large hands.

“Everyone will be looking at you, but only I get to see you like this.” He stated with pride, his thumbs lightly grazing along your jaw. His desire for you was apparent in the way he looked at you, his honey brown eyes piercing into yours, his tone slipping lower the more he spoke. “Let’s make the most of this empty house before we have to leave, shall we, love?”

There was no second thought in your mind. You nodded, bringing yourself up on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around his neck, your body pressing to his as you kissed him hard. His hands found your waist and trailed down below your hips. He scooped you up as you held on around his neck, and he carried you to your bed amidst your kiss. He laid you gently against the mattress, and crawled up over your body.

Propped on one elbow, Leander leaned over you, his lips desperately claiming yours, his other hand gripping tightly the exaggerated curve of your corseted waist. He parted your legs with one of his knees, the shifting of your bodies making your chemise ride up and exposing your lower body.

His hand settled between your legs, his thumb against your clit and his long fingers slipping easily into your heat, already slick with arousal from the way he made you feel so desired. You let out an unabashed moan as he worked you with his hand.

“I love hearing you, darling. You were right, we were overdue for a date night.” He said with a smirk, his lips pressed to your neck, peppering it with kisses and letting his tongue trail your ear lobe. The shivers he gave you as he exhaled warmly against the dampened skin satisfied him to his core. Seeing your body responding to him in multiple ways at once was the most empowering feeling to him.

You could feel your climax welling up as Leander flexed his fingers inside of you, giving you that delicious pressure in just the right spot, and not letting up, even when your breath came in gasps and your back arched beneath his weight. You came against his palm and with a groan that somewhat resembled his name, and the pulsating pleasure remained even when he withdrew his hand. You laid with him, catching your breath, and it was only as the haze of your orgasm cleared that you became aware of Leander’s own arousal pressed almost painfully against your outer thigh.

You moved your hand to his chin and guided his face closer, he shifted his body more atop yours, so he could kiss you in the way you were begging to be kissed. Your tongue slid against his, the kiss heated and messy, driven by a mutual, unwavering desire. You felt your bottom lip taken between his teeth and you moaned, your hips pressing upwards against him, insatiable, wanting more of him.

Leander broke the kiss off, and moved off the side of the bed, standing beside you, and you sat up enough to watch as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button and zipper of his trousers. His thumbs dipped under the waistband of his trousers and he pulled them down, together with his undergarments, and you involuntarily wet your lips watching his cock spring free of his clothing. A moment later, he was climbing back over you, slotting his body between your legs, your knees parting wide for him.

His mouth was at your throat, sucking and nipping his way up to your jaw while his hand sank down between your bodies, lining himself up with your dripping slit and running his tip against it, coating it in your arousal. He rut his hips against you, pressing his cock into your heat and groaning against your neck as he started to fuck you.

Your mouth was agape, your head tilted back against the bed and your eyes closed at the feeling of him inside of you. You could feel his lips widening to a grin against your skin before he picked his head up and rest his forehead against yours, keeping the pace of his hips deep and intentional, his eyes met yours and he drank you in.

“I’m going to be thinking of the way you look right now all night.” He muttered and kissed your lips again. “I’m going to fill you up completely. You’ll be feeling my cum leaking from your little pussy all night as you catch up with your old friends.”

Your body was already on fire with everything Leander was doing to you, but his words had your face heat up and flush a deep red at the scenario he was painting for you. The idea turned you on beyond belief, and you nodded your head, your lips curling mischievously at the thought. “Do it. Fill me up. I want it.” Your voice coming out in breathy gasps in time with his thrusts that shook your whole body against the mattress.

Your overstimulated body was quickly brought to the edge again, all of Leander’s movements hitting you in just the right way. Your walls tightening around him as he pumped back and forth against you made him moan, moments from his own release. You wrapped your legs around his back and your muscles tensed as you came again, your moans coming out whiney and shuddered. Leander pressed his hips forward once more, bottoming out inside of you as his cock twitched, and you felt a flood of heat spill inside of you as he finished.

He pulled out of you slowly and carefully, not wanting anything he had given you to spill out, his fingers slipping through the mess and pressing into your heat, feebly attempting to keep his cum where it belonged. Inside of you.

Typically the two of you would lay together in each other's embrace after making love, but tonight’s circumstances were different, you had somewhere to be, and looking at the clock on the bedside table, you saw that you were already running late. With just a few more quick kisses, Leander shifted his body off the end of the bed, and took your hands to help you up. You adjusted your chemise and made sure your corset was still in place as your husband pulled his undergarments and trousers back on.

You pulled open one of the drawers in your wardrobe, sifting through the clothing for a pair of drawers so you could finish getting ready to leave, but Leander had other ideas. He took your hands and closed the wardrobe. You could see the gears turning in his head with the sly little grin he gave you before he spoke. “Why don’t you skip that layer?” He asked, smirking, moving his hands to your waist and pulling you close to him. He paused a moment, mulling over his words before leaning in and whispering into your ear, “The thought of my cum, sticky between your thighs all night, will make this evening so much sweeter for me, my love.”

“You devilish man.” You teased and swatted Leander’s arm playfully, but went along with his request and instead pulled the door to the wardrobe open and took out the green dress he’d requested for you to wear this evening.

“That’s my good girl.” He beamed while watching as you dressed. The thought of intentionally heading out for such an evening without all of the proper undergarments on beneath your dress felt scandalous to you, but as wrong as it felt, it was equally arousing.

~~~

The two of you were more than fashionably late when you strode in through the doors of the three broomsticks together, which had been rented out specifically for the occasion this evening. The pub was crowded and loud, full of laughter and you felt a warm and inviting feeling as you entered on Leander’s arm.

You both made your way to the bar and ordered drinks, each of you opting for firewhiskey - Leander for the social lubrication and you because it was a long standing favorite of yours. You welcomed the warming feeling of the alcohol as you sipped your glass, it having been far too long since you’d last indulged.

The two of you drank and mingled your way around the pub, Leander making forced small talk with old friends of yours as he followed you around the space like an awkward ginger shadow. Him leaning on you for confidence in these social situations had always been amusing to you, when he could be so boldly and effortlessly vulgar behind closed doors. The words he’d spoken to you earlier still rang in your mind because they were so very true. You could feel him there, the filthy leaking between your bare thighs beneath your dress was a constant reminder of him, every time you moved or took a step. You thought of him constantly, all the while talking and catching up with old classmates and friends who were none the wiser. It felt naughty, and it took all of your restraint not to blush at the sensation of him there.

Whenever you had a moment alone together, waiting on drink refills at the bar, or in between chatting with various others, you met Leander’s gaze with a knowing look and smirk. He could tell what you were thinking and the knowledge plastered a smug grin to his face. The secret between the two of you on the forefront of both of your minds.

Leander excused himself momentarily to the restroom, leaving you sipping your drink at the bar when you were approached by one of the people you’d really been hoping to potentially see.

“Did you intentionally wait until my husband stepped away to come and talk to me, Sebastian?” You asked as he took a seat at the barstool beside you and held up his own glass for another.

“Of course not, I’d love nothing more than to chat with Leander and see how he’s been doing after all this time.” Sebastian said, rolling his eyes and speaking with a hint of sarcasm. “It was a coincidence, truly.”

You hummed, contemplating whether or not you actually believed that. “How are you? It’s been quite some time since we last spoke.”

“Indeed it has, and I’m doing well. I’m working at St. Mungos, healing. And you?” He asks and sips his drink, turning his body in towards yours as he sets his glass on the bar counter. “I expect you aren’t still roaming the countryside, doing the whole vigilante justice gig anymore.”

“No, definitely not.” You said and laughed. “I’m a stay at home mum, if you can believe that.” You answer, your eyes flitting to the staircase just past the other end of the bar, where you see Leander coming back down from the restroom.

Your husband catches your gaze, and notices your company, but before he can join you where you sit, he’s pulled into a side hug by another gentleman who you recognized as being one of his old quidditch team mates. You carry on your respective conversations, making eyes at each other from opposite ends of the bar. You could feel his gaze on you as you spoke to Sebastian, and you knew that no matter how innocent the conversation between you and Sebastian was, pangs of jealousy would be gripping at your husband.

“A stay at home mum, hm?” Sebastian repeated and let out an amused huff, shaking his head. Seeing your eyes drift past him, he turns around, catching sight of Leander, and waving to him with a smirk. “That wouldn’t have been my first guess.”

You spent a while conversing and catching up with Sebastian, joined periodically by others who mingled with you both before moving on, while at the other end of the bar, Leander was in much the same boat. You noticed several others from his old quidditch team gathered round him, engaging him in rowdy banter, and once Garreth Weasley entered the mix in Leander’s group, you knew it would be awhile before you got your husband back.

You ordered yet another drink while you talked with Sebastian, feeling your cheeks grow warm and your head lighten as the alcohol worked through your system. You weren’t sure how much time had actually elapsed when you saw Leander finally walking towards you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he stood between yours and Sebastian’s barstools. He greeted the Slytherin with a firm handshake, exchanging pleasantries, before refocusing his attention on you.

“How are you love, enjoying your evening?” Leander whispered into your ear, and you nodded, looking up at him with a grin, his breath on your neck bringing goosebumps to your skin.

“I hope you don’t mind if I steal my wife back now, Sebastian.” Leander said to him with an air of confidence that was unusual for him in these settings. It made you wonder where exactly he was going with his request.

“By all means. Lovely catching up with you, MC.” Sebastian said and gave you a smile before turning to Leander and nodding at him.

Without him saying another word to you, Leander took your hand and helped you to your feet and you followed your husband as he led you up the stairs to the upper levels of the pub. When he knocked on the bathroom door, you realized what he was up to and your cheeks burned as you tugged at his hand.

“Here?” You asked him, your voice split between alarm and excitement.

“Here and now, love.” He replied, opening the door when no one answered from the other side. He pulled you into the small room behind him, and you pulled the door closed behind yourself.

Leander twisted the latch on the door lock and no sooner was the room secured, were his hands at your waist, pulling your body against his as his head leaned down to meet yours. He spoke in hushed tones against your ear as his hands roamed around your body and trailed downwards, squeezing your backside. “I’ve barely been able to contain myself all night darling, I need you.”

You moaned as his lips nipped at your earlobe, before they moved to press against yours in a lustful and greedy kiss. His large hands gripped at the length of your dress, hiking it up hurriedly as his tongue clashed against yours. Finally getting the bulk of your dress up to your hips, he spun you around so you faced the sink vanity, and you bent forward bracing yourself against the surface, watching your husband in the mirror as he undid his belt and slid his trousers down just far enough to pull his hardening cock free.

Leaning down against your body, Leander slid his cock against your slit, smug with delight at feeling how wet you already were for him. “You’ve been thinking of me too, it seems. Been wanting me too, have you?”

“Always.” You say, moaning and cutting your thought short when he pressed himself into you and began thrusting, the angle he had on your body making your knees weak already. Your body shuddered in pleasure, your voice begging and desperate when you opened your mouth again. “Cum in me again, I need to feel it.”

“Good girl.” He muttered against your ear. He gripped your hips, pounding into you with fervor, and creating a slick slapping sound as his pelvis hit your ass. You would have been mortified if anyone could hear from beyond these walls, and you hoped to Merlin that the music playing from the floor below you was enough to drown out the sounds.

Leander wrapped a hand over your mouth, stifling your sounds as your shallow breaths devolved into whiney gasps as he fucked you. You held eye contact with your husband through the mirror as your third orgasm of the evening came on quickly, your hands grasping the countertop for dear life and your back arching as you came, standing this time, your juices ran down your legs shamelessly.

“You are so beautiful like this�� Almost there.” Leander groaned and kept going, trying to hold your hip one handed while he covered your mouth became difficult as your body seemed to melt with pleasure as your climax continued to pulse through you. He pinned you against the vanity with his body as he finished, pressing into you roughly, you hummed contentedly against his palm, relishing in the spreading feeling of heat at your core as he spilled inside of you. He pulled back from you, but held your dress out of the way with one hand, and you watched in the mirror as his eyes wandered down your body. He stared between your legs, thoroughly pleased with the mess you’d both made between your thighs.

He released his grip on your dress and helped you smooth out the fabric before he turned you to face him once again, placing a kiss tenderly on your lips. “You were right, love, the reunion was not as bad as I was expecting it to be.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fan fiction #leander prewett #leander prewett x reader #leander prewett x you #leander prewett x mc #tw: breeding

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dcawritings · 11 months ago

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Sun keeps distracting you while you’re trying to get through your training.

Or well, his hands do.

Just paint it.

Paint the picture.

The numbers.

Follow. the. damn. numbers!

No amount of mental screaming could keep you focused—your eyes were locked onto the animatronic practically looming over you from the other side of the craft desk.

“Well?” he says, clapping his hands together. “Are ya done yet? Are ya?”

Your cheeks fill with heat, but you shake your head rapidly in response. Sun looks mildly disappointed, but otherwise continues staring at you with that blank, unchanging smile of his. Amazing how much expression an animatronic could have without proper face rigging—but it’s not his face that’s distracting you from your task.

It’s his hands.

They’re huge.

It’s not that as though they’re disproportionate to the rest of him either. Sun’s overall design is somewhat cartoonish, but his lanky frame and wide faceplate were part of the aesthetic!

And so were his large, dexterous hands.

There were probably plenty of good reasons that he'd been designed like that. Plenty of good, wholesome reasons that were many times removed from what you are thinking about right now.

Gods, you hope so.

“You’re lookin’ awfully distracted there, new friend,” Sun’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts with surprising ease. When your focus shifts back, you see the bot cross his arms and loom even closer. How is it possible for him to look jealous? “What’s more important than arts 'n crafts time with Sundrop?”

Oh fuck. Jesus. There’s gotta be a believable answer somewhere. Think, think, look around and come up with something smart to throw him off—

“Your hands.”

Fuck.

The words had slipped out faster than you could stop them, fueled by instinct and arousal than sense. But maybe they were too quick, too incomprehensible against the background noise for Sun to have truly understood what you said. Maybe if you just pretend nothing was wrong and continued trying to color in the empty canvas, then he'd—

“That’s such a strange answer, new friend! My hands? I'm not even putting on any shadow puppet shows! Now, what about them is soooo distracting?”

He gestures with them as if to make a point, palms open and fingers spread apart as if he was ready to give you a solid high-five. As much as you want to say it doesn’t affect you, it really does. The sight makes your mind spin and your stomach leap into your throat; when he wiggles his fingers it only makes you more aware of how long they are, how detailed each joint was, his range of motion the same if not more flexible than a human.

Suddenly, all you can think of is what it might feel like to have his hand between your legs. How good it would be to have him coo and whisper soft little things while he gently rubs those fingertips over your clit—or maybe even a few little backhanded compliments while he presses a digit or two inside. Could… could your body take more than one? Two? Would Sun be rough with you? Tease you?

Bully you?

“Hellooooo?” Sun says, waving one of those stupid sexy big hands in front of your blazing hot face. “Time is limited, new friend, hurry it up! Do I need to repeat those instructions about painting by numbers again?"

Maybe it's your own emotions coloring it, but Sun sounds annoyed. He drums his fingers of both hands over the edge of the desk and leans closer until he's looming over you again.

He's... really tall, you realize. You'd worked with him before, yes, but your overall experience with the daycare attendant was minimal; that's more than likely why you were assigned this kind of quarterly training. The gentle taptaptap of his digits on the wood keep you vaguely distracted as you answer,

"N-No need for any of that!" you waved the paint brush as if to give greater weight to your words. Its not as if you'd forgotten how to paint, so he didn't need to repeat anything.

You'd probably start blushing if he did—the sharper his comments became, the less you found yourself able to mix colors together despite the fact that there were only three to even mix. How do you make purple again…?

“Oh really~?” Sun’s form looms forward so much that his shadow falls over you. Purple. Purple is—red and blue, yes. Just ignore him. “Because you’ve been lookin’ at my hands an awful lot. And you haven’t even started with your picture yet!”

“I’m just. I’m thinking okay?”

He tilts his faceplate, disdain and disbelief heavy in his words. He finally reaches out and catches your chin between his curled forefinger and thumb. You can feel the warm silicone padding brush over your lips as his voice sheds away the fake layer of hyperactive enthusiasm.

“And what are ya thinkin’ about, new little friend?”

It’s impossible to even form words in that moment. Your heartbeat quickens, and blood starts to rush through your ears. He knows. He has to know.

“I uh… I just…”

“Hm? Just what?”

Before you can stammer more nonsense, Sun’s thumb brushes across your lips. His pupils hone in on your mouth and, slowly, the tip of his thumb presses almost expectantly at the seam, pressing down on your lower lip and against your upper teeth.

You, of course, say absolutely nothing. The entirety of your face feels as if on fire, burning hot against the cool silicone padding over Sun's fingers.

"Open."

You blink several times in incredulous disbelief. No, surely you missheard, misunderstood what he said and twisted it into something you wanted to hear instead—

“Starlight~” Sun says, tone soft and lyrical before it suddenly drops all pretense of fake cheer. “Open your mouth.”

You barely drop your jaw before Sun pushes his thumb inside your mouth, the pad pressing down over your tongue in a way that almost makes you gag. Jesus christ, the digit is long and thick enough that it makes your eyes water and your entire body feel as if aflame.

Meanwhile, the sound of rushing blood echoes in your ears. You can breathe, but barely—and Sun seems to take some sort of satisfaction in watching your expression transform through at least three separate emotions at once.

“Good boy.”

You shiver, eyes locked with his. Whatever is going on is happening so fast, too quick for your brain to realize how sexual it must look to anyone who might peek at the cameras. But still, embarrassment and shame aside, you stay still and let your jaw go slack—Sun watches you carefully for a few more seconds before he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and offers a wide grin.

“That’s what I had thought~!” He exclaims, voice suddenly bright and cheerful. “You’re not hard to read at all, did’ya know that? Your eyes can’t stop lookin’ at my hands—so maybe if you get through this training and show me some really good art,” his eyes narrow into crescents, “then maybe I’ll play with you some more afterwards.”

Oh.

And with that, the weight of the air changes. It shifts back to casual so quickly there’s emotional whiplash as Sun claps his hands together again.

“C’mon now! Times a wastin’, so let’s see some hustle and’a bustle!”

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