#i woke up a few times and was like yay! awake now.

[astrophileous]

Derek getting jealous over Bug’s pregnancy pillow 🤭🤭🤭 he just doesn’t understand how it can be that much more comfortable than he would be. If Bug makes him snuggle with it post-pregnancy when she needs to sneak out from his arms during the night to check on the baby too? He wakes up like “????”

Nooo but can you imagine how EXASPERATED he is when Bug pulls out the pillow again when she's pregnant with their daughter/Baby Bug???? 😭😭😭

Btw so sorry for the delay, I was stressing FOR DAYS bcs my brain refused to cooperate and write (I think it's back to normal now so YAY)

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"Not this montrosity again."

Derek nearly whined at the sight of your pregnancy pillow; the one you had stored safely after the birth of your son, and the same one you had pulled out of its resting place now that you were in your second trimester with your daughter. It was a gift from a friend, and Derek was never a fan of it since the first time the pillow found its way into your shared bed.

"Don't say that." You put your palms on either side of the pillow, acting as if you were cupping its ears. "He might hear you."

"Great. So it's a he?!"

"Derek Morgan, you're not seriously jealous over a freaking pillow?"

"I have the right to be when you constantly choose to cuddle with it." You suppressed a giggle when you saw the daggers Derek was shooting its way. "I don't understand why you need the pillow when you have me."

"Because, as much as I love and adore your hard panes and muscles, I need something fluffy to get me sleeping comfortably through the night."

Derek scoffed loudly.

Who would've thought Derek would ever live to see the day he found himself mourning over the fact that he was fucking ripped?

Every night before the two of you went to bed, Derek never failed in throwing the dirtiest, nastiest look in the direction of said pregnancy pillow as if the inanimate object was singlehandedly responsible for ruining his entire life. Derek couldn't be more happy to get rid of it the moment you came home from the hospital with your daughter in your arms. Unfortunately, the man soon realized that getting rid of the offensive item might be a more challenging task than he had ever anticipated in the first place.

"Bug?" Derek mumbled blearily one night as he rose from the light sleep he had accidentally fallen under.

The last thing he remembered was lying in bed with you in his arms. Something about the lull of your voice and the familiar scent of your body wash had managed to make him drift into an unexpected slumber. Derek was putty whenever you were next to him, and he was perpetually alright with that knowledge if it meant he got to keep you constantly by his side.

The bedroom was enveloped in darkness as he stirred, squeezing your flesh wherever his arm could reach. But Derek realized a little too late in his half-awake state that the softness in his hand was, in fact, not you. And it took a few more seconds for him to turn on the bedside lamp to confirm that it wasn't you who was lying in his arms.

It was the fucking pillow.

Derek grabbed the object with utter disgust, stomping through the house until he found you in the nursery. You were sitting in the rocking chair, nursing your infant daughter in your arms, when you looked up at the sound of the door opening. Your head immediately threw back in laughter once you saw the look of contempt that Derek was aiming towards the pillow in his hand.

"What's wrong, Derek?"

"I woke up to this in my arms."

"Did you have a good sleep cuddling with the pillow?" You snickered, enjoying the way Derek's frown deepened with frustration. "I told you it's comfy."

Derek scowled at your cheeky wink, refusing to relent even if deep down he had also begrudgingly started to agree with that sentiment.

After that night, you never heard him threaten to throw out the pregnancy pillow, ever again.

[mymoodwriting]

Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Insomnia, Anxiety, Panic Attack, PTSD, Pheromones, ABO Dynamics, Mentions of Assault, Physical Assault, Restraints, Gags, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Bullying

Words: 4.6K

Chapter One

(//Next) (@starillusion13)

Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“Can you believe it!? Tomorrow is graduation…”

“… yay…”

“Could you be any more excited?”

You sighed, staring up at the blank ceiling. You had honestly been dreading this day for years now, but it finally caught up to you. Graduation should be something to celebrate, but it just meant things were going to get harder for you. It was the reason why you were still awake so late into the night. You were anxious about tomorrow, whereas your roommate and best friend Jisung was excited. Even if he was making a joke he knew what was on your mind.

“Y/n… after graduation we’re gonna be moved to a different campus, a bigger one, and there-”

“I know.”

“You’re gonna get found out sooner or later… you should tell someone so-”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Y/n… you can’t hide this forever…”

“You can’t tell anyone!”

“Y/n-”

“Promise me, Jisung.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone… but I am worried about you…”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll figure something out.”

“Don’t forget I’m here for you.”

“I won’t. Thanks, Jisung.” 

“We should probably get some sleep though.” Jisung chuckled. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Yeah… good night, Jisung.”

“Good night, y/n.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Even if you only slept a few hours you still needed to be up early for graduation. You woke up before Jisung, letting him sleep in a bit more before getting him out of bed. Both your outfits were simple, but you still had to check in early at the ceremony site. It was kind of weird to have such a big celebration considering no one was here to see you. All the alphas and omegas here were orphans, never having known their parents. Besides faculty and staff, and the graduates themselves, no one else would be present. It made it feel like something was missing, but then again you just wanted this whole thing over with. After the long ceremony everyone was given a few hours to refresh and rest before the big party would begin. Of course you had no desire to attend, so you were just glad you could turn in early and enjoy a quiet night.

“Are you really not going?”

“It’s not her scene, Felix.” Jisung explained. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yup.” You smiled. “The whole dorm is gonna be quiet, so it’s like I have it all to myself.”

“That doesn’t sound bad at all. I’ll message you when I’m on my way back.”

“Cool. Now you two have fun.”

“Will do.”

Besides Jisung, you didn’t have many other friends. There was Felix who you knew pretty well, but he was more Jisung’s friend than yours. You were just fine with your mini circle of friends, although you weren’t sure how it would develop going forward. After graduation everyone got a week to just do as they pleased before the moving began. No one really had much to their name so when it came time to move it was fairly easy. You got lucky that Jisung was still your roommate, and you both loved the spacious upgrade to your dorm situation.

While in your high school years your dorm was pretty small, and for omegas only, the alphas had their own building. The school itself was also a decent size that could accommodate everyone that was there. For those couple years the alphas and omegas were separated with a few classes being co-ed. It would still be the same at the university level, but there was more of a choice. The alphas still had certain classes to take that were only for them, but omegas could pursue any type of knowledge by either taking omega only classes, or the co-ed ones.

The campus itself was also different. There were more students around in general. Those a year ahead of you, and also other incoming freshmen from other academies. It did feel a bit overwhelming, but you had a plan to make things easier for yourself. Besides the classes, there were some omega only spaces, and you’d be sticking to those. You wanted to pursue science and learn more about your world, whereas Jisung was excited to get into the arts. He was always very creative and passionate so you were excited to see where things went for him.

You took omega only classes, and afterwards you’d continue your studies in the library. There was an omegas only section there, and you always reserved a study room for yourself. On occasion Jisung and Felix would join you, having homework they needed to do. If you weren’t in class or at the library you’d simply go back to your dorm. There were plenty of omega only activities that you could participate in, but you preferred to keep for yourself. Although you were glad there was an arts class you and Jisung shared, Felix too.

“Y/n, you’re not looking too good.” Felix commented. “Are you okay?”

“Hm? I’m just tired, stayed up late last night studying.”

“Why did you choose science? It can be pretty hard.”

“Yeah but there are some questions I want to find answers for.”

“But aren’t the more advanced classes co-ed?” Jisung mentioned. “You’d only be able to go so far.”

“I know.”

“What does that mean?” Felix questioned.

“Nothing.” You assured. “I’m gonna head back to the dorm and catch up on some sleep. You guys can use my study room reservation if you need to.”

“Thanks.” Jisung smiled. “You get some sleep.”

“Will do. You two stay out of trouble.”

“No promises.”

When you got back to your dorm you put your bag down and dived into bed, snuggling the sheets. Luckily sleep came easy, so you got some good rest. You woke up a few hours later, checking the time and seeing you still had some daylight. You got out of bed to freshen up so you could do your assignments. While you were in the bathroom you heard the door unlocking, a bit surprised to hear that Jisung was back so soon. Usually he’d barely be getting out of a class at this time.

You stepped out to go greet him, and then the scent hit you. Jisung wasn’t at the door, it was an alpha. You quickly scrambled back to the bathroom and locked the door. You were already finding it difficult to breathe but you needed to calm down in order to hide yourself. You had no idea why an alpha was in your dorm, or how they got a key, but you didn’t care for it. All you wanted was for them to leave. You heard some rummaging around, and then things got quiet. You thought maybe they had left, but then you heard the bathroom door knob jiggle, followed by a knock.

“Are you okay in there?”

The voice was not Jisung at all, nor was it anyone you recognized. Of course it wasn’t anybody you knew, you didn’t socialize with alphas.

“I’m fine!” You stammered out. “Please… please leave…”

“Are you sure? You sound stressed and your scent-”

“Go away!”

You wanted to get away from the door and wound up tripping over the floor mat. You hit your head against the wall, reaching over to the wound and feeling the throbbing from the pain.

“Are you okay!”

Now the alpha was trying to open the door again with far greater urgency. Your vision was a bit blurry, but hearing the alpha try to break in shot your fear up to eleven. With the pain in your head, and the feeling of impending doom it was becoming very hard to breathe or focus. You screamed when you heard the alpha throwing themselves against the door. You were frozen in fear, starting to cry, and desperately hoping they’d hear your cries for them stop. It didn’t help though, and soon enough the door swung open. You couldn’t see the alpha through your tears, but they didn’t hesitate to approach you, even if you tried to push them away.

“Let me see. Are you hurt?”

The alpha pulled you into their arms and moved your hand away, examining your head. Thankfully you weren’t bleeding, but now that they were close they could smell the fear and panic on you.

“What’s wrong? Did someone-”

“Go away!”

You tried to push the alpha away from you again, but they only grabbed your hands which made you squirm all the more. You desperately tried to pull away but they kept their grasp firm, and only pulled you closer to them. They spoke softly to you, looking at you with sincere concern on their face.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The alpha asked. “It’s okay, you’re not bleeding. You’re not hurt, you’re just fine.”

You continued to scream and thrash, just wanting the alpha to leave you alone and go away but they weren’t listening. Instead they pulled you into their embrace and wrapped their arms around you, trying to sooth you.

“Deep breaths, it’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

You couldn’t get away from their scent now that your face was buried in their chest. They smelled nice, and you could definitely tell they were trying to calm you down but it was directly clashing with your desire to escape. You were still trying to fight, but their scent was getting to you, turning your screams into silent cries.

“There, there, you’re okay, you’re okay, I got you.”

“Y/N!”

Jisung returned to the dorm out of breath, looking around in a panic while calling your name. Soon enough he found you in the bathroom and his eyes went wide.

“Let her go, Chan!”

Without hesitation Jisung pulled Chan away from you, shoving him out of the bathroom and focusing his attention on you.

“Are you okay, y/n? Hey, can you hear me?”

“… jisung… is that… you…”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. Are you okay? I’m so sorry.”

“… jisung…”

You were still scared and out of it, your eyes were starting to tear up again. You could barely talk through your sobs.

“It’s okay, I’m here, it’s okay. Let’s get you out of these clothes and into a shower.”

Jisung got up to turn on the shower head, making sure the water was warm before putting you under it. He got you out of your shirt, and took off his own jacket, holding it out to you.

“Here. That’s my scent, just take a deep breath. You’re okay.”

“Jisung-”

“Get out!”

Jisung got up and pushed Chan away, shoving him out of the dorm. The other boy didn’t fight him, but was very confused over the situation.

“Jisung, what-”

“Get out before security realizes you’re here. And not a word of this to anyone!”

“What just happened!?”

“Nothing, now go.”

Jisung shut the door and took a breath before getting back to you. He found you with your face buried in his jacket, now completely soaked from the water. After a while he helped you out of the shower, drying you off with a towel and tossing your wet clothes in the corner. You leaned against him, resting your head on his chest, breathing in his scent and gradually calming down. You felt much better now.

“I’m sorry.” Jisung apologized. “It slipped my mind that you were in the dorm. I thought it’d be no problem to have Chan come and get something of his while I was in class. This is all my fault, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine… nothing bad happened…”

“I’ll talk to him, make sure-”

“It’s okay, Jisung. I’m glad you’ve made friends.”

“You can be mad at me, you know.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know. I put you in danger…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” You assured. “How did you meet this alpha anyway?”

“Oh, we’re in the same class and share a couple interests. So we kind of hit it off from there.”

“Look at you, making friends.”

“Stop it.”

“Just saying. I’m happy for you.”

It took a bit but you were able to put the whole thing behind you and continue with your life. Jisung didn’t bring it up again, but he was a bit more cautious around you. The only difference was that every now and then you would see Chan around Jisung. You knew they were friends and nothing bad was gonna happen, but you still felt uneasy. Whenever Chan would notice you around you’d quickly avoid his gaze and hurry along with your business. Besides all that you didn’t think anything would come of the previous incident, but you were wrong.

“Ms. y/n?”

“Uh… yes… how can I help you?”

“The headmaster wants to see you.”

“Wa… what for…”

“Please come with us.”

After one of your classes two faculty members, along with a security guard, approached you. Just seeing them put you on edge, so the fact they were asking for you specifically made it worse. You had no choice in the matter but to go with them.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Jisung!”

Felix came running into the cafeteria, finding his friend at one of the tables. He interrupted the group conversation but he didn’t care. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking.

“What’s up?”

“It’s y/n…” Felix breathed. “I saw her being escorted by faculty and security.”

“What!? Why!?”

“I don’t know, but she seemed scared.”

“Scared… what would-”

Jisung stopped in his tracks and looked over at Chan. The boy was silent, but a glint in his eyes told Jisung everything.

“What did you do!”

“There’s something going on with your friend and I’m trying to help.”

“You’ve done the opposite of help.” Jisung snapped. “Fuck!”

There was only one place you’d wind up. Jisung got up, leaving his things behind and bolting out of the cafeteria. Chan chased after him and caught up to him, holding him back.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business!”

“Jisung, whatever’s going on isn’t good.”

“You don’t know anything!”

“All I know is that she was panicking for no reason and I wasn’t actually helping.”

“You have no idea.”

“Then explain it to me.”

“It’s not my story to tell, and it’s too late now. So let go!”

“You’re not gonna get her out of this.”

“I know that, but she’s also not gonna be able to speak for herself.”

♥♥♥♥♥

You nervously sat outside the headmaster’s office, fidgeting with your hands and shaking your leg. This could be nothing related to what you were thinking, but at the same time it could be. If that was the case, well, Jisung always told you that you’d get found out in the end. While thinking of him you suddenly heard your name called.

“Y/n!”

Jisung came running down the hall towards you. He was out of breath but still took your hand, pulling you onto your feet and into a hug.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m scared…”

“I know, I know, but everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Jisung…”

“Deep breaths. I’m here with you.”

Jisung took his jacket off and put it on your shoulders, pulling you into his arms. Just then the door to the headmasters office opened. The secretary asked for you to step in, but Jisung wasn’t going to let you go in alone. He kept a hold of your hand and pushed his way into the office with you.

“What’s going on?” Headmaster Shim asked. 

“I want to ask the same thing.” 

The headmaster raised a brow and Jisung quickly apologized. Even if he had the strength to stand up for you, the headmaster was still an alpha and held power over any omega.

“… sorry… I… I need to know why you called y/n here.”

“Why?”

“The matter may pertain to me. I’ve been her roommate since high school.”

“I see. This may pertain to you as well. Sit. Both of you.”

You both sat down in front of the headmaster’s desk, Jisung still holding your hand. You couldn’t make eye contact with the headmaster, and kept your head low. That way Jisung’s scent was right in your face and could keep you calm.

“Now. I received a report of unusual, and concerning, behavior in regards to y/n. I’m beginning to understand the reason for the report. So, which of you will explain?”

“That depends. You-”

“Mr… what was your name again?”

“Jisung. Han Jisung.”

“Mr. Jisung, you seem to know more about this incident than anyone else. I’m not happy with what I am seeing right now, and I need to know what is going on in order to fix it. So please, tell me what is going on.”

Jisung glanced over at you. He couldn’t imagine how you felt right now being so close to an alpha, but he could feel a slight tremble coming from your hand. He knew there was no hiding this anymore. For your sake he needed to speak the truth, no matter what happened. Jisung got up and pulled you into his arms again, softly rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.” Jisung took a breath. “Headmaster Shim.”

“Yes?”

“Y/n was assaulted her sophomore year of high school.”

“Excuse me?”

You buried your face into Jisung’s chest, trying to focus on his scent and not his words. You couldn’t help the tremble in your body, biting your lip to hold back tears. You thought you could forget that horrible night, but it always lingered in the back of your mind. You feared the day it would come to light as you had no idea what the consequences would be.

♥♥♥♥♥

“We told you to back off!”

You were always a loner that kept to herself. You only managed to make friends with your roommate Jisung, and were kinda friends with his friend, Felix. Besides that you stuck to yourself. You didn’t cause trouble, and you never wanted to, but it wound up finding you. There was this alpha in your class. Super pretty and very popular. He had both alphas and omegas fawning over him. You weren’t interested, but apparently he was interested in you. Because of that you had a target on your back

Just because alphas and omegas were meant to end up together, it wouldn’t stop them from dating one another while young. Even then one didn’t know what the future held. It made sense for omegas to fawn over alphas, but the opposite wasn’t so common, especially when it was an alpha crushing on an omega. What upset everyone the most is that you weren’t already crushing on the alpha, so the others felt like you didn’t deserve his affections. You only thought he was being nice to you, and you were grateful for that, but you didn’t think there was much else to his kindness. Although you’d soon learn it didn’t come with consequences.

You’d always stay late after classes to get your assignments done. So by the time you left the library the school would mostly be empty. After one of your study sessions you were making your way through the empty hall when you were suddenly attacked. A bag was placed over your head and you felt multiple hands grabbing you and dragging you away. You didn’t know what was happening, but you knew you were being taken down some stairs. Then you had your hands tied behind your back, and your legs tied together. The bag over your head never came off, but it was pulled up in order to gag you.

Once you were restrained things got quiet. You could hear multiple heartbeats around you, and some low whispers. Then you began to catch scents. You couldn’t identify anyone at the moment, but you knew that they were all alphas. You had never been afraid of alphas before, or saw them as greater than you, but this was seriously scaring you. After a long while you felt this crowd approach you, someone kicking you over onto your back. You moved over to be on your side but got shoved onto your back again, someone putting their foot on your chest to keep you still.

“You should’ve known better.”

“An alpha like that wouldn’t choose someone like you. So what did you do!”

“She’s just a desperate omega trying to get attention.”

“If you want the attention of an alpha there are plenty others to choose from.”

“So how are we gonna teach this omega a lesson?”

“I have an idea. Got this from the infirmary.” 

“What is it?”

“No idea, but it’s not meant for students.”

“Are you sure it won’t kill her?”

“Doubt it, but we can give her a little bit just to be safe.”

You started squirming again when you heard them talk about giving you something, but the pressure on your chest only got more severe. You already felt like you couldn’t breathe, and the panic you were feeling only made it worse. You felt the bag over your head being lifted up, followed by a pinch on your neck. You started desperately thrashing around to no avail, and soon enough you began to feel uncomfortable in your own skin. It started off gradually, like a fever, but it was soon becoming unbearable. You didn’t want to cry, but you were certainly screaming into the gag, desperate for anything to make this feeling go away.

You could hear laughter though. Everyone had stepped back to watch the show, to watch you suffer. After a while you stopped screaming and were just crying for help, but they all ignored you. Sometimes they’d step forward to kick you, wanting to see your reaction. Your head was spinning, and your body was tired from fighting the restraints. You were certain you were going to pass out soon enough, but they weren’t gonna let you go quietly. Now that you had calmed down they got closer, poking at you softly. Even if they were so close you couldn’t identify anyone, all you had was a mixing scent of alphas and no one else. They kept bothering you until you actually passed out, realizing you were no fun unconscious.

Even when you woke up later you had no idea how much time had passed. You were still in the dark, your body sore and aching all over. You couldn’t even bring yourself to cry or scream, everything having been rung out of you. In this situation you weren’t even sure if anyone would find you, or if the alphas that did this would drop a hint as to where you were. The thought of dying there crossed your mind, it was so grim, but you had no idea what those alphas were capable of doing. At some point you must have passed out again, but with the bag over your head it was hard to figure out if you were really awake or not.

“Y/n!”

You heard your name being called, and even though you were exhausted your body tensed up. You were trembling from fear, whimpering as well. When you felt a hand on you your body flinched.

“I’m sorry… just…”

You felt the bag come off your head and immediately shut your eyes. You needed a second to adjust to the light. Whoever was here helped you sit up, giving your arms a bit of a break. You slowly peeked your eyes open, coming to find a familiar face. You felt tears well up in your eyes, your body relaxing a bit as well.

“What happened to you…”

Jisung undid your arms and legs, getting the gag off you as well. Once you were free you started crying and Jisung gently pulled you into his arms. Breathing in his scent further put you at ease, and he just held you for however long you needed him to. You’d later find out it was the next morning. After missing two classes Jisung ditched the next to go looking for you. Everyone thought you were sick but he wasn’t buying it. After all, he was your roommate and knew you weren’t in the dorm. Not to mention when he went to sleep and woke up you weren’t there. He retraced your steps and followed your fading scent from outside the library, finding you in a wretched situation in the basement.

You were in no condition to be going to class, although you pleaded with Jisung to just get you back to the dorm instead of going to the infirmary. Despite his better judgment he did as you asked. Back at the dorm you took a cold shower, wanting to wash everything away. You broke down again and Jisung held you, doing his best to assure you that everything was going to be alright. When you were strong enough you told him what had happened to you. He wanted to go to the headmasters office now more than before but you didn’t want to make a big deal of this or get them in trouble. You sounded crazy to him, but you begged him to keep quiet.

Jisung kept your secret, but he also kept a closer eye on you. He didn’t leave you alone after that, and he could also see how you changed. You avoided the alphas from the class, all of them. You didn’t know who was responsible but the scent of an alpha alone would make you panic. Jisung was weary of all the alphas too, but he just focused on looking after you and getting through the rest of the year. Over time you were able to be like your old self, but he knew you’d never be the same again. You still avoided all the alphas, even the teachers. You were doing okay, but Jisung knew that the truth would get exposed one day.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Why wasn’t this reported earlier?”

To say that headmaster Shim was angry was an understatement. For a second Jisung tensed up from the shift in scent, but they quickly composed themselves.

“I… she didn’t… she didn’t want to get anyone in trouble…”

“The reason for the OCPD is to look after omegas. If any alpha were to go against that ideal then they are not fit to be agents.” Headmaster Shim took a breath. “I will gather a list of the alphas from your high school class and we’ll need to-”

“No.”

You were shaking your head, trembling in Jisung’s embrace. The incident may have been nearly three years ago but it felt like just yesterday for you.

“I’m overlooking the fact that you didn’t report this to me when it happened, but the guilty party can not go unpunished. Miss y/n here may not be the only victim to this type of cruel behavior. Not to mention a staff member from the infirmary failed to report a supply discrepancy. This goes beyond just the two of you.”

“I… I’m sorry…” You mumbled. “I’m sorry…”

“What happens then?” Jisung asked. “After you catch those responsible.”

“They’ll be removed from the institution and miss y/n needs to begin therapy.”

“Therapy?”

“She’s been trembling since she set foot in here because I’m an alpha. And her records show she avoids any interaction with alphas in general, not to mention her behavior in regards to the recent incident. You also need to explain that one. An alpha shouldn’t be in the omega dorm.”

“Right…”

“For now the priority is with miss y/n. We can have a separate conversation later.”

“Of course, but I don’t want y/n going through any of this alone.”

“I appreciate that, but you are also an omega like herself. Part of her therapy will involve reworking her relationship with an alpha. I’ll need to find someone to-”

“Chan…” You whispered.

“Huh?” Jisung questioned. “What did you say?”

“Chan… he… he’s okay…”

“What?”

“Is that your choice?” Headmaster Shim asked. “You’d like him to assist with your situation going forward?”

“… yes…”

“That’s good. It gives us a good starting point.”

“You want to hang out with Chan?” Jisung wondered. “Really?”

“He was nice…”

[arkiliastuff]

Morning Lullaby

Jesse Cash x Fem! Reader - One Shot

Warning : None. Just fluff and comfort fluff. Also cute stuff

A/N : So I had this idea the other day, when I woke up, very early (5 AM), having troubles sleeping (yay) and thought about this. I just imagined that, in need of comfort, so here you go! First fic about Jesse, it's very short, but I think more will come (hehe). Hope you'll like that short story that you can read and read again as long as you need ! :D

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You were having a bad night, filled with strange dreams. You were moving and turning around in your bed, hoping that changing the position will actually do something. But it didn’t help. You suddenly heard a meowling cat outside. You tried to ignore it at first. But as it continued, you heard more clearly. Despite having your window and shutters closed, this noise alone kept you awake. You took your phone from your nightstand and turned it on. You sighed in exasperation when you saw the time. It was almost 5 AM. You were awake for more than ten minutes at this point. Yet you still needed to sleep. You had an appointment in a few hours and you needed a full rest. However, this desperate cat was still meowling and it was getting on your nerves.

So you decided to open your shutters, trying to see what was going on below, with this cat. The latter one had stopped meowling when you shushed him, before running away when it saw your face.

“Great. Now I’m completely awake, you idiot.” You muttered.

You heard the early birds singing while the sun was slowly rising, changing the night sky into a pinkish-orange shade of the dawn. You inhaled the morning scent, giving oxygen to your still sleepy brain.

With your phone in one hand, you started to dial a number, hoping he would pick up even though you were miles away from each other. The ringtone rang for two long minutes but with no answer. As expected. From where he was in the world, touring with his music band, the hours weren’t the same as yours. It was probably the evening in his time zone. You tried to call him a second time. You ended up on his voicemail. Okay, that was a bit odd of him, but you also thought he was maybe having a party with his bandmates. Or perhaps he was goofing around with them after a show, as usual. Yeah, that was more of a believable thought. So you decided to leave a voice message.

“Hey, it’s me. You’re probably busy right now, considering what time it is, but I just had a bad night and I couldn’t sleep anymore. I know it’s silly but you said I could call you anytime if I needed to. Even if it was the middle of the night. So please, call me back when you can, okay?”

You paused shortly, feeling a bit emotional as tears were coming to your eyes.

“I miss you so much, Jesse. I miss your voice. I miss seeing you. It’s hard to not see you at home, these days. Anyway, call me, okay? I really need to hear, at least your voice. I love you”

You ended up your voice message, before wiping away your tears and leaning your elbows on your window, staring at the small courtyard outside of your apartment. As you were about to go back to your bed, your phone buzzed. It was him. Your cell phone almost slipped between your hands as you picked up.

“Hello ?”

“Hey, Y/N. I just saw your two missing calls but I couldn’t answer right away. So, I called you back as soon as I could.” Jesse replied with his raspy voice.

“It’s fine. I figured it out. Did you listen to my voice message ?” You asked shyly.

“Yeah, I did. That’s why I called you immediately.”

You hummed as a response, not knowing what to say all of a sudden. But Jesse anticipated the upcoming silence and continued talking.

“So you were having a bad night? How do you feel ?”

You smiled on your phone, just hearing him being so considerate with you when it came to troubles with sleeping. You were missing him deeply.

“Well, I just had some random and stupid dreams that kept haunting me somehow. I was remembering some old conversations I had with my colleagues. I guess work is stressing me out, recently.” You told him.

He listened to you patiently, waiting for you to continue.

“If you were here, I’d really need a big hug right now.” You admitted.

“I know. Me too.. I'm having fun with the guys here, but it's different without you.” He said softly “ Plus, it’s always nice to cuddle when one of us is having a nightmare.”

You smiled and nodded as if he was in front of you, having this conversation.

“How time is it in your zone ?” He said, changing the subject.

You quickly checked the time.

“It’s 6:17 AM.” You replied.

“Gosh, and you’ve been awake for an hour now ?”

“Yup.”

“Also, don’t you have an appointment today? You told me about it a few days ago”

“Yup, I do. And I’m going to be sooooo tired the rest of the day.” You said, ironically.

“Y/N…You should really sleep.” Jesse insisted with a worried tone.

“Well, you know what could help me? I still can sleep even if it's an hour and a half, if you sing me one of your songs.” You suggested, already smiling as if he couldn’t refuse it anyway.

Jesse sighed, faking an upset tone before answering.

“Hmm okay. Just hold on a second.”

He turned on his camera, before leaving. He picked up his guitar and came back, sitting on the floor. He was making adjustments on his instrument while you quietly turned your phone camera on, as well. Getting comfortable under your blanket, you wriggled happily in anticipation.

Then Jesse started to play softly the first notes on his guitar. You find them pretty familiar. As he continued, you began to realize which song it was.

“Oh! Is that ?...” You started.

You saw Jesse smiling while he kept playing. Blue Reverie. A fitting song considering your situation. When he started singing, you felt chills all over your body. After all, he was singing it only for you.

“Silent wake as the day is burning,

Slip back into my silhouette.

I don’t know when the trains are running. Get me back home to hide away. Hide away, hide away”

He subtly moved on the next verse after playing his soft notes of on his guitar.

" Sky ablaze in the subtle turning Two way motion in a pirouette Wide awake with a quiet yearning Get me seaside to hide away"

The notes on his acoustic guitar were so soothing, which made you slowly, but surely, dozing off. Jesse continued to sing so gently to the refrain.

“Time waits for me in a blue reverie

Time waits for me in bloom”

Your eyes were closing on their own as if Jesse’s voice was so hypnotic that it could put you into a sleep filled with sweet dreams. You wished you could record him and replay his tender lullaby on a loop. But your fatigue was getting the best of you, not giving you the time to regret your untaken decision. Once you’d pressed more your head on your pillow, your eyes fully closed, Jesse was getting to the end of the chorus.

“...Do you imagine? The illusion calls your name

From a world you can't embrace

Hide away, hide away

Hide away.”

As he was finsihing the song, he stopped playing. Yet you were already sleeping deeply. He chuckled softly when he saw you forgot to hang up your video call. Jesse took also this short opportunity to admire your sleepy face.

“Well, it seems you enjoyed it. Goodnight, sunshine. I love you.” He whispered.

That night, you found yourself having the most gentle dream ever, with Jesse in it, telling you sweet words. Even though you had a short night, you felt pretty much right for your appointment. The lullaby did really help you to fall asleep. Little did you know that Jesse had sent you later during the day, an acoustic demo for Blue Reverie, just for you, so you could listen to his soft voice all the time. He was definitely the sweetest human being ever.

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A Torrid Arrangement - Sebastian Sallow x Female! Reader

Summary: You and Sebastian have had a 'friends-with-benefits' dynamic going on for close to a year now, and the more time passes, the harder it is for him to hide his true feelings for you. It's an unbearable kind of torment, but he forces himself to grin and bear it anyway to preserve the integrity of his... situation-ship with you. That is, until the metaphorical floodgates finally open up.

Alternatively summarized as gratuitous FWB smut with lots of playful banter sprinkled in

This came from the depths of my fever-induced brain so if its all over the place, I apologize. But YAY MORE SMUT !!

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, lots of hickies

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 with more informative tags, as per usual :))

Sebastian knew it was going to be one of those days before he was even fully conscious. 

He jolted awake from an extremely graphic wet dream at the ass crack of dawn, hard and sweaty and tangled in the sheets, already reaching beside himself for the body that had just been pressed against his own. The dream had been so real– so incredibly vivid– that he swore he could still taste the familiar, salty skin on the tip of his tongue. He’d been so fucking close too; buried deep between soft thighs, clinging tight with every fiber of his being when reality had come and butt its ugly, unwelcome head in. 

With a ragged, disappointed groan, Sebastian let his head fall back against his pillow and dragged his hands down his flushed face, graciously allowing himself a few minutes to sort himself out. 

This was far from the first wet dream he’d had about you, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. Hell– you gave Sebastian’s thirsty subconscious plenty of material to work with every time you came around to ‘relieve stress’. Being long-standing fuck buddies with you granted him that lucious priviledge. Sebastian knew damn well how good you felt holding onto him, what you sounded like when you were about to come, what your heated, sweat-slick skin tasted like. 

He also knew how fucking cute you could be— especially when you were sprawled across his bed in his dorm with a textbook open beneath you to sneakily segue from studying together to fooling around. He knew how badly he wanted to spread you out across his sheets and make you moan for hours– to worship your perfect body slowly and sweetly with his hands and his mouth. 

It was barely past dawn and Sebastian already knew he was going to be tracking you down at some point today to act on his urges. As always, he would be hiding his monstrous crush under a thick layer of casual booty call. 

—

Whenever Sebastian woke up like this– nerves stretched paper thin over a desperate craving for intimacy– dueling was one of the few things that helped him clear his head and get his shit together. He wasn’t exactly a morning person, and he was even less of a people person at such a ripe, early hour, but he’d still left the confines of his dorm to make the trek to the Crossed Wands courtyard. 

There were no students in this area of the castle at this time, which just meant he would be making do with the practice dummies for a few hours until his blood cooled within his veins. Spell after spell fired from his wand and struck hard and true against the wooden figurines that lined the walls, the sound echoing off the Clock Tower walls and drowning out his incessant, horny thoughts. 

Thoughts that revolved too much around how nice your thighs would look with dark imprints of his teeth all over them. 

Biting the inside of his cheek, Sebastian unleashed a particularly aggressive Confringo charm in a bid to expel his sinful train of thought. The dummy erupted in an explosion of wooden bits and flaming embers, and as it collapsed to the stone floor in a mangled heap, the brunet realized that there was in fact one other person on school grounds awake– and they just so happened to be walking right towards him. 

He could practically hear fate howling with laughter at his expense when he dimly registered that not only did he know this lone survivor, it was against all probability none other than you, because why the fuck not. 

You were stomping through the outer courtyard with a few textbooks clutched tight in your white-knuckled grip, looking equal parts distracted and deliciously disheveled from a distance. Your mind had to be as scattered as his was, because you clearly didn’t notice Sebastian or the on fire training dummy as you strode through the open clock tower gate. He did his best to play it cool when you finally made eye contact with him, trying exceptionally hard to not look like he’d just jacked off to the way dream-you squirmed under him not twenty minutes prior. 

“Hey, you,” Sebastian called out smoothly when your hurried pace slowed down at the sight of him. You shook your head as though to clear it, squinting at him harder as you evenly stalked up to him, and your frown became more and more apparent the closer you got. Everything about your demeanor screamed ‘wild Graphorn, do not approach’, but Sebastian had never been great at following directions. 

You raked one of your hands through your wild hair as you finally came to stop a few feet away, panting slightly as you stared up at him as though you weren’t entirely sure he was real. “Sebastian?” 

The man in question cocked a brow at you, giving you a quick once over. Your hair was definitely mussed more than usual, a few stray strands falling over your forehead while others stuck up on one side– as if you’d been combing your fingers through it all night. There was no missing the mildly insane glint in your bloodshot eyes, and you were slightly paler than normal. Sebastian was also pretty sure you’d been wearing the same blouse yesterday, if the tiny stain on the collar was any indication. 

If you didn’t look so damned grumpy, Sebastian would swear he’d just caught you in the middle of a walk of shame. The mere idea sent a sharp pang of jealousy straight through his core, and he had to bite his tongue to stifle the snide comment that threatened to fall from his lips. He failed, opting to instead poke the metaphorical bruise and deal with the throbbing ache doing so would bring him. 

“Someone didn’t go to her dorm last night,” he snickered, aiming a crooked grin down at you. “Congrats on getting lucky.” 

Normally he would expect you to just roll your eyes and punch him in the shoulder before ribbing him back. But as Sebastian watched your eyes widen at the same time your face flushed several different shades of red, he couldn’t help but wonder if poking the metaphorical Graphorn before the sun was even fully up was a good idea. 

“I was not getting lucky,” you hissed at him, one eye twitching. Sebastian raised his hands in mock surrender before sticking his wand back in his pocket, awkwardly shifting on his feet for a moment as you huffed out an agitated sigh. “I’ve been getting fucked for the last twelve hours by Professor Sharp’s assignment– fifteen pages on the origin and uses of Wiggenweld. I’m not even sure if most of what I’ve written comes off as real English, so don’t fucking chuckle at me about getting lucky, you ass.” 

Sebastian just stared at you silently, watching you fume. He’d pulled plenty of all-nighters with you before, so he knew full well that after a certain amount of sleep deprivation and stress, you had a tendency to lose your shit in addition to your filter. “Ah,” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, only hesitating for a second. 

After all, he just so happened to know exactly how you liked to relieve your stress. 

He licked his lips quickly before he said, “You, uh… kinda look like you could stand to get lucky, huh?” 

Your nostrils flared slightly as you squinted up at him for a long minute instead of responding. It might have looked like a murderous face to anyone else, but Sebastian knew better, and he could practically hear the gears in your head clanking together as you weighed the offer. 

“…I mean, if you’re not doing anything else,” you finally muttered, your tense shoulders dropping a smidge. 

He gestured loosely to the demolished pile of wood on the ground. “I’m not anymore,” came his fluid reply, and before you could take note of the smoking remnants of the training dummy, Sebastian’s hand was grasping yours tight as he tugged you along behind him. You blearily blinked the fatigue from your eyes as you fell into step beside him, and the brunet tried his very best not to let on how extremely pleased he was.

—

Halfway to Sebastian’s dorm, you’d interrupted his hurried pace and directed him to the Room of Requirement in an attempt to avoid any awkward run-ins with his roommates. The absolute last thing you wanted to deal with on top of your Potion’s related irritation was prying eyes, and you already knew the Slytherin dorms would be chock full of those. 

Upon entering the more private space atop the Astronomy Tower, you threw aside your textbooks on the lone side table next to the double doors and spun around to yank Sebastian into a frantic, needy kiss. Your nails dug into his firm shoulders as you swiftly pulled him down to your level, and he allowed you to grind your hips against his steadily growing erection as his own fingers dug into the small of your back. 

“H-Hey, hold on,” Sebastian wheezed out when you pulled away to tug at his belt, and his hands dropped to your waist to hold you at arms length so he could look you over again. As the two of you had trekked up to the Room, you’d begun to look more and more exhausted— too out of it to even gripe about the endless staircase that never failed to draw complaints from you. “Are you sure you’re up for this right now? You look like death.” 

You snorted and rolled your tired eyes, pursing your lips in blatant disapproval. “Nagging, Sebastian? Really? I thought we were past this.” 

“I’m not nagging,” he grumbled. “I’m just saying, you kinda look like you need a nap more than you need a quick fuck.” 

Tutting disdainfully, your hands fell away from his belt as you crossed your arms over your chest. “I was just starting to loosen up. See if I ever relax around your ass again,” you retorted drily, tilting your head back to blink up at the ceiling. “The assignment is due before lunch today. If I sleep now, I’m not waking up until tomorrow. I can’t sleep yet.”

Sebastian tilted his head with a thoughtful frown, mirroring your stance by crossing his arms over his own chest. “What if I wake you up?” 

You shook your head dutifully, although you were sorely tempted by the idea. “Trust me, I can feel the impending coma. I can’t risk it.”

“Want me to turn your paper in for you?”

Another mournful shake of your head. “You know Sharp, he’s as stern as they come. I’m positive he wouldn’t take it from you– and I’m sure he’d give you detention for trying. It’s fine, I just need to tough it out for a few more hours. Think you can help with that?” 

“Shit, yeah,” he relented, fighting the urge to bury his face in your messy head of hair. Instead he opted for uncrossing his arms to run his hands up your shoulders to gently squeeze at the tense muscles there, and you sighed at the delightful shiver that danced up your spine from the action. “I’m really not trying to kill you, though. Are you sure you’re good for this?” 

You snorted again, shaking your head slightly, and the tension in your upper body began seeping away under Sebastian’s warm palms. “Are you always this sweet to your fuck buddies?” The brunet could feel himself flushing at the statement, but before he could respond, you were muttering, “It’s really weird coming from you.” 

“Hey–”

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” you barked over Sebastian’s protest, pulling away from him to head further into the massive space towards the modest bedroom in the corner. The adjacent room had never disappeared after your first hook-up here with your longtime companion, and its constant existence since then had served as an odd reminder of your arrangement with the man. 

If you weren’t so stiff and weird from exhaustion, Sebastian could honestly convince himself that you were embarrassed or something. For now, though, he simply chalked your jaded nature up to your lack of a filter and stalked after you– totally not obsessing over the fact that you’d just called him sweet. 

You’d been undoing the buttons on your shirt as you walked, and as soon as you made it inside the bedroom, you stripped the material off completely and discarded it in the corner of the room. Your skirt quickly followed, and all the while Sebastian was forcing himself not to think about how nice dream-you’s skin had looked tangled in his dream-sheets. 

Sebastian stood in the doorway as he began unbuttoning his own shirt, shucking the attire off of his shoulders before moving down to his belt. The metal clink of the buckle was enough to draw your attention, and you fell back onto the mattress and scooted up towards the pillows without taking your eyes off him. The eager look in your fatigued eyes was enough to spur Sebastian onward quicker, and before long he was dressed in only his briefs as he prowled towards the bed with a predatory glint in his eyes. 

The way you were sprawled atop the sheets with your arms resting above your head was a sight Sebastian vowed to commit to memory for as long as he lived. You were clearly giving him free reign over your body, and his mouth ran dry at the realization that you were wholly handing control over to him. He swallowed thickly and moved to straddle your hips, leaning over you on his forearms so he could better slot your lips together, and after a few tentative pecks, his boldness started to grow. You sighed and tilted your chin into Sebastian’s kisses, parting your lips invitingly as you melted into the cool, satin sheets beneath you. 

With as tired and as boneless as you were, it seemed like you might actually be patient for once, and the thought had Sebastian’s heart fluttering excitedly. More often than not, he was so susceptible to your impatience and intensity that he always found himself getting swept up in your urgency when the two of you did this. Not that he didn’t love it; the dire, rough pace he’d always settle into with you, all gasping moans and tightly-gripped hands and frantic, needy thrusts– he absolutely loved it. It kept him hooked and craving more, even when you were both panting and sated. This, though…

Having you give up the lead and just relax for him was like a literal wet dream come to life. 

Tangling your tongues with a low moan, Sebastian leaned into you slightly, his hands shifting to rub slowly up your sides until his deft fingers slipped under your arched back to unhook your bra. It fell away like nothing, and you moaned against his lips when the pads of his thumbs came to graze over your pert nipples. Your sleep-deprived loopiness had to be contagious, because Sebastian pulled away from your lips to mouth hotly against your ear, “I dreamt about you last night.” 

He didn’t get the chance to feel weird about admitting it. You chuckled warmly, your kiss-swollen lips curving into a crooked, amused smile. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he murmured, pausing to suck gently at your earlobe while his thumbs idly traced the outline of your ribs. He brushed his lips down the angle of your jaw, exhaling shakily when you leaned your head aside to freely offer him the wonderfully sensitive expanse of your neck. Sebastian lightly dragged his teeth down the soft, heated skin, then flicked his tongue over the faded imprint of the last hickey he’d left there. It was barely noticeable now. 

You shivered at the feeling, your fingers twisting in the sheets above your head before you sighed contentedly. “Was I pulling my hair out about Potions?”

“Fuck no.” He nipped at the faint bruise before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your pulse, sucking just enough to briefly tease you. “I had you under me like this,” he continued softly, pitching his voice low and nuzzling into your ear again, purposely aiming to press your buttons and work you into a needy frenzy. He felt your breath hitch more than he heard it, and as a sly grin broke out across his face, Sebastian slipped his fingers up your chest to pinch at your nipples once again. “I was fucking you nice and slow, making you feel so good…”

Moaning softly, you arched up into Sebastian’s hands, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as he teased and flicked the sensitive nubs into stiff peaks. Your hips inadvertently rocked up against his as you desperately sought friction in the area you wanted it most. “Sounds like you’ve already got a game plan, huh?”

He sat back on his heels to look down at you as he shrugged. “If you’re up to it,”

“Just don’t let me fall asleep,” you mused, your hooded eyes trailing down Sebastian’s tanned, freckled chest to his dark briefs, halting when you caught sight of his cock straining against the cotton material. The sight had you licking your lips and fidgeting slightly before you blinked back up at him. “This paper is worth a quarter of my grade.” 

“I won’t. Merlin– you worry too much.” Sitting upright with an amused shake of his head, Sebastian rolled off of you to sidle down the mattress so he was kneeled comfortably between your outstretched legs. Your hands fell to your thin underwear, ready to peel them away to get a move on with things, but Sebastian swatted away your appendages quickly. With a half-hearted scowl, you relinquished control, allowing your arms to rest above your head again as you once more bared yourself to the larger man. 

Sebastian groaned softly at the sight, continuing where you’d left off by slipping his fingers under the waistband of your undergarments before tugging the damp fabric away from your aching center. You lifted your knees to assist him, and in one swift motion he had discarded the soiled attire over his shoulder, taking care to drag his eyes down the supple curve of your waist before settling on your glistening folds. 

“Damn, darling,” he moaned earnestly. “You look so fucking perfect like this.” You huffed softly as you hooked your legs around Sebastian’s hips to tug him closer, and he hummed at the same time he looped one of his hands under your thigh to hold you to him as he rocked against your slick core. The friction was tantamount to perfection, but you craved more, and Sebastian knew it too. 

Before you could open your mouth to complain, the freckled man ducked to press hot, wet kisses down the line of your throat, sucking and biting as he made his way down your shoulder past your collarbone. As he mouthed down your chest, he paused to tease one of your perked nipples gently between his teeth, and a pang of arousal shot through him when you arched and moaned under him. It was pure bliss– and your eyes rolled shut as your hips pressed up insistently. Sebastian ground his hips into yours for as long as he could manage before he had to scoot back to continue further, but he made up for it by dragging his nails deliciously down your thighs before he’d settled between your outstretched legs. 

You made such a pretty picture spread out in the lush, satin sheets this way; with your hands fisted in the covers above your head, your legs spread on either side of him, and the lustful gaze you pinned him with, Sebastian was half convinced he’d fallen back asleep this morning and was still dreaming. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch your body react to his touch, so he smiled as he dipped his head to drag the flat of his tongue up your wet folds, and the way your breath stuttered in your throat was far more enticing than it had any right to be. You attempted to push yourself up onto your elbows to watch– entirely enthralled with how Sebastian looked between your thighs– but then he took your clit between his lips and sucked, and you were pulling the sheets into your clenched fists and falling back against the pillows with a ragged moan.

Sebastian continued to toy with you that way for far too long for comfort– holding you hostage in some combined purgatory of bliss and torment as he sucked and lapped at your center. It was far too easy to reduce you to a pile of brainless mush given your fatigued, overly-sensitive state, and he was all too curious to discover how many new things you would let him get away with before you got impatient and started begging. 

With gentle, attentive hands, Sebastian coaxed you into raising one of your knees up so he could throw your leg over his shoulder, instantly coiling his strong arms under your waist to hold you firmly to his unrelenting mouth. His stomach flipped at how easily you relaxed for him, and you proceeded to fight your boneless nature so you could sit up and watch him with lust-dark, hazy eyes. Sebastian loved the attention– thrived on it, really– and he broke away from your overwhelmingly wet heat to pepper chaste kisses along the smooth hollow of your leg. You were already breathing heavier– your fingers twitching around handfuls of fabric– and when Sebastian moaned and slipped his tongue out in-between kisses to lightly run the tip along soft, sensitive skin, your breath caught audibly in your chest before you shuddered out a shaky sigh. 

When he first sank his teeth into the heated flesh midway up your inner thigh, he did so gently, but your hips still jerked at the sensation, and you couldn’t stop the wanton moan that slipped through your parted lips. “Fuck, Sebastian–” you groaned, your voice laced with obvious desire. You dug the heel of your foot into the middle of his back, silently imploring him to give you more, because the feeling of him marking you somewhere so sensitive was too fucking good. 

Sebastian flashed you a smug grin as he pulled away, but not before planting a lingering kiss along the faint imprints of his teeth. The gesture was warm and promising– as was the way his hand squeezed your waist before letting the leg over his shoulder fall back against the mattress. He moved to splay his hands over your hips, your thighs resting comfortably over his arms, but he let them stay spread open rather than using his grip to pull you around like he usually would. 

As his thumbs trailed gently along the curves of your hip bones, Sebastian leaned back down to brush another warm kiss along your inner thigh, humming at the way your muscles tensed slightly. He nuzzled up higher, then parted his lips against the soft skin to bite again, and this time he sucked steadily with the intent of leaving a dark, lasting mark there too. You moaned softly, your hips rocking up at the sensation, and as Sebastian worked yet another brand into your skin, your breath shifted into quiet panting as your hands twisted in the sheets. 

Satisfied with the deep purple of the bruise and the light imprint of his teeth around it, Sebastian pulled away and dragged the flat of his tongue over his brand soothingly, breathing a low groan as he did so. He admired it for a moment longer before he mouthed wetly up your leg further, his dark, messy curls brushing against the join of your thigh. 

He nuzzled closer to begin working another mark there, and the sharp sting of his lips and his teeth had you gasping– bending your free thigh up to let it fall to the side in a bid to give Sebastian all the room he wanted to keep going. He moaned encouragingly, squeezing your hips once again as you lifted them up for more, and he dragged his tongue up along the soft hollow of your thigh as his brow furrowed in concentration. 

“S-Sebastian,” you gasped, trembling under the brunet’s affection. The shaky insistence to your voice caught his attention, so he leaned up enough to look at you as he licked his lips and pet your hips soothingly. Swallowing heavily, you opened your eyes and shivered, meeting his gaze almost shyly before you murmured, “I-I don’t– I don’t usually like slow stuff.” 

Sebastian shifted up onto his elbows, idly drawing his palms back and forth over your flushed skin. His expression showed nothing but concern as he asked, “Do you want to stop?” 

You shook your head quickly, scooting your hips minutely towards him. “N-No, no– this is fine. Good, even, I… I like this.” 

Tilting his head to the side, Sebastian tried unsuccessfully to figure out what was happening, then cautiously asked, “Are you okay?” 

“Yes,” you answered firmly, leaving no room for doubt. You fidgeted for a few seconds, squirming under the obvious care Sebastian was showing for you until you eventually took a breath and relented. “I like this. A lot.” The freckled man only cocked a brow at you in confusion, but before he could move to crawl over you again, you huffed and flopped back against the mattress. “I like you leaving marks on me, too.” 

He mulled that over in his brain for a long moment, squinting slightly. “Okay…?” 

“You fucking ass,” you wheezed out, your breath akin to an overwhelmed laugh. “It’s because it’s you, Sebastian, Merlin’s beard– I like you.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Sebastian stared up at you again and carefully replied, “Thanks?” 

“Nevermind, I hate you,” you grumbled, slinging an arm over your face. “Forget I said anything.” 

“No– hold on–” he sputtered before sitting up straight, his arms sliding out from under your thighs. You appeared to be disgruntled by the change, but you didn’t come out from hiding to complain. “I mean��� we’ve been fucking for like a year. I’d hope to the Gods you can stand me by now.” 

You groaned from beneath the safety of your arm shield, “I cannot believe I have to spell this out for you. I’ve been fucking you for like a year because I like you, you moonmind. Like, romantically. Very much into you, whether we’re fucking or not.”

With an uncomfortably loud click, Sebastian understood.

“Oh!” His eyes damn near popped out of his skull, his heart doing some insane acrobatics in his chest, but all of that took a backseat to the blissful realization that he wasn’t the only one with a big, gross crush. “Oh, shit, okay,” he sputtered, raking his hands through his hair. “Wow, okay. Fuck, sorry– I was totally involved in the hickey thing, my brain wasn’t on. Wow.” 

“Merlin’s balls,” you groused, already trying to roll away from Sebastian’s wildly embarrassing presence. “I should not have said anything.”

“No!” Sebastian scrambled up the bed to brace himself on his hands above you, caging you between his arms while his heart hammered away against his sternum. “No, no no, you definitely should have said something, darling– shit.” He paused to try and coax you into coming out of hiding, but when you resisted him firmly, he didn’t push it. Instead, he chewed the inside of his cheek and tried to get his racing thoughts in order so he wouldn’t blurt out something completely idiotic. 

“I am like, ridiculously in love with you.” 

Completely idiotic. 

You froze under him momentarily before peering up at him over your elbow, your wide-eyed stare bordering on horrified. Cursing under his breath, Sebastian buried his hands in his hair and stared right back, almost entirely sure he could feel his life force draining from his body. 

“I-I mean– fuck, wait–”

“Are you kidding me!?” You bolted upright– narrowly avoiding cracking your skull against Sebastian’s on the way up. Your fingers clamped down on his shoulders so you could rattle him slightly as you blurted, “What the hell, Sebastian! How long?” 

“I don’t know!” He threw his hands up and pointedly stared at the wall before grumbling, “I don’t fucking know, it’s not like it happened all at once. It started towards the end of our fifth-year and it just kinda… grew from there. Like a Horklump.” 

Sebastian realized how shitty that euphemism was when your mouth fell open in utter disbelief. “Did you seriously just compare your feelings for me to a fungus?” 

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He sat back on his heels, crossing his arms stiffly over his bare chest as he returned to staring at anything but you.

“For what, exactly?” You ran a trembling hand through your unruly hair, then dropped your gaze to the sheets. “For returning my feelings? Or for not saying anything before right now?” Sebastian just shrugged unhelpfully with his lips pursed. Groaning loudly, you flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling for a minute, your irritated, murder face back in full swing. 

Just as Sebastian was starting to get worried by the awkward silence— doing his best not to fidget— you nodded to yourself and announced, “We should date each other.” 

“…Come again?” 

“We should date each other,” you repeated firmly, leaning up on your elbows again and exuding a confidence that had seemingly come out of nowhere. “I like you, you love me–” Sebastian did his best to not choke on his own tongue, “–we spend so much time together that we’re basically dating anyways. At least, Imelda seems to think so… it seems like a good enough idea to me, if you’re interested.” 

It took Sebastian a few seconds to untangle his tongue enough to reply, but when he did, all he could do was croak, “You want to date me?”

“Yes. I’d like that.” 

“…Are you high? Did you smoke Mallowsweet on your way here?”

You groaned and tipped your head back between your shoulders, very clearly searching for some semblance of patience. “I’m high on sleep deprivation, yes, but that doesn’t make my feelings any less real. They’re there whether I’ve slept or not. It’s actually hell.” 

Sebastian was still flabbergasted, staring down at you helplessly. “Why are you bringing this up now?” 

“I don’t know! I didn’t mean to full-on confess or anything, it just kind of came out that way. You were leaving hickeys on me, and I realized that whenever I wake up tomorrow, I’m gonna feel them and see them and remember how you fucking appeared out of nowhere right when I was wondering if you’d be pissed if I snuck into your dorm at the ass crack of dawn– and then I’ll remember how good you looked leaving them on me and how I totally wanted you to do slow mushy lovey sex stuff to me, and then I’ll probably sleep like shit for weeks fantasizing about that, and–”

“Okay, alright, damn,” Sebastian interjected, his face flushed an impressively dark shade of red.

“You asked,” you mumbled as you half-heartedly picked at the sheets. 

“I did, yeah.” Licking his lips quickly, Sebastian reached forward to rest his hand over yours, dragging his thumb along your knuckles soothingly. “I’d really, really like that. A lot, if I’m being honest. I’ve kind of dreamt about it for a while now.”

Your sheepish smile transformed rapidly into something purely elated, and you flipped your hand over to intertwine your fingers with his own as you playfully mused, “Not the only thing you’ve been dreaming about, apparently.” 

Sebastian laughed again, and this time it was less nervous and more breathless with relief. He leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, resting his free hand on your warm cheek, and you instantly relaxed for him as you tilted your chin up into the kiss as you gave his fingers a tentative squeeze. 

You fell back onto the bed again as you tugged Sebastian over you, loosely hooking your legs around his hips to keep him close. The brunet groaned and leaned into you, and when you threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled him into another kiss, he slipped his tongue between your lips with a shaky sigh– all too eager to put his hands all over you. Luckily you seemed to be of like mind, moaning against his mouth before pulling back just enough to whisper, “Touch me, please.” 

Sebastian nodded ardently and nipped at your flushed lips, shifting his weight to free up his hands so he could better run his palms along your sides. He squeezed gently before dragging one hand down to your still-slick heat, expertly seeking out your tiny bundle of nerves in a bid to reduce you to a mewling, gasping mess. Your spine rounded towards him as soon as he found it– an airy moan ripping from your throat as he pressed tight circles around the nub– and Sebastian swallowed your keening noises greedily. 

“Why are you still wearing these?” You murmured against his plush lips as your finger slipped beneath the waistband of his briefs, tugging softly to convey your request. 

There was no muffling his smug bark of laughter, and a feline smile split his face as he pulled back just enough to plant a featherlight kiss on the tip of your nose. “So impatient,” he teased, intentionally ignoring your hand on his undergarments in favor of sliding one of his skilled fingers through your folds. He replaced the missing finger against your clit with his thumb at the same time he inserted a digit inside of your pulsing walls, and the feeling had your head falling back as your lips parted around a stuttered gasp, your thighs tightening impossibly further around his waist. 

Undeterred, you blindly wiggled your hand under the hem of Sebastian’s underwear and tugged his arousal out with a practiced flick of your wrist. You wrapped your fingers around his girth and gave him a long, tight stroke– squeezing the head in the way you knew he liked– which in turn earned you a rough, wavering moan. Matching Sebastian’s pace was easy, and you stroked him steadily as you leaned up to seal your lips over his pulse to begin working a dark hickey of your own into his sweaty, freckled skin. 

Resting his weight on his free arm, Sebastian leaned closer as he sighed heavily while his brown eyes fluttered shut from the way your mouth felt on his neck. He rocked his hips into your hand and pumped his fingers a few more times inside of you before he was withdrawing the digits to push his briefs down all the way. You merely chuckled against his throat, pulling off of the fresh, blossoming mark with a satisfied hum before you laved your tongue over it. 

Once Sebastian had finally wrestled off his briefs and settled over you again, you tugged him by the neck back into a hungry kiss, and he groaned deeply at the way you moved perfectly against him. As you curled your tongue between his lips, your hands traversed down the broad expanse of his toned back to feel as much of him as you could, pawing encouragingly at his lower back to guide him into a languid, grinding rhythm against you. 

Sebastian let himself follow your lead for a few slow thrusts, but the way your skin felt against his– coupled with the way your quiet moans sounded muffled against his lips– was too tempting to overlook for long. Following a brief, bitey kiss, Sebastian dropped his hand between your legs once again to press at your wet, warm entrance. You shivered at the way his fingers felt against you as he coaxed you into relaxing, and your nails dug into his sculpted shoulders when he mercifully worked two of his thick digits inside of you. A string of moans and praises alike fell from your lips as your head lolled back against the pillows, and the remnants of Sebastian’s restraint began to slip away as a result. 

“Fuck, darling,” he keened breathlessly, unable to take his eyes off of your face as your expression shifted into one of pure pleasure. His buried his fingers to the knuckles, utterly overwhelmed at how tight you were, and he nudged his nose against your cheek as he murmured, “You look so fucking good right now…”

“Y-You may have mentioned that, yeah,” you laughed against his sweat-slick skin, blinking affectionately up at your now-boyfriend as he took in your pliant body beneath him, and the thought imbued you with a fresh sense of desire that you were desperate to act on. “Come on, I want you inside me already.” 

With a wheezy laugh, Sebastian nodded and ducked his head to catch your lips again as he started thrusting his fingers into your pulsing heat. He nibbled gently at your bottom lip when he buried his fingers deep to curl them towards your stomach, which in turn earned him a squeaky little moan that was immediately followed by an impatient wriggle of your hips. Your legs were trembling with barely contained want as you spread them further, and Sebastian took full advantage of the newly acquired space to readjust himself into a more comfortable position. 

By the time you were panting against him and rocking back onto his fingers, Sebastian was more than ready to move things along. He slid his fingers out and pulled away with another quick kiss before sitting up to steady his cock at your entrance. You helpfully wrapped your legs around his waist again, angling your hips towards him with a coy smile on your face until you felt the head of his achingly hard member bump against you. Sebastian flashed you a doting smile in return, and with an unhurried roll of his hips, he was sinking into you with a throaty groan that made your hair stand on end. 

“F-Fuck, you feel so warm– you’re perfect, darling,” he grit through his clenched teeth, plunging himself deeper inch by inch until he had bottomed out completely inside of you. The way your walls fluttered around him made him dizzy with need, but he noted the tension in your shoulders and forced himself to maintain his slow pace so you could get acclimated to the feeling. Sebastian was practically fluent in your stubborn body language by now, and he was nothing if not determined to get you to relax completely. 

Rather than thrusting deeper, Sebastian sighed and licked his lips as he glanced up at your face. You were an incredibly tense person on the best of days, but when you were running on fumes like this, he found it to be even harder to get you to release the mountain of stress you seemingly carried with you at all times. While he was all too used to the frown lines that so frequently cropped up between your brows, seeing them now just made Sebastian want to be even gentler with you– even more careful. 

He lightly nudged your head aside and set to dragging hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat, moaning wantonly at the bare salt of your sweat on his tongue. You shivered and gasped, tilting your head to the side with a low sigh to grant the brunet more access, and before long the combined feeling of Sebastian’s tongue and lips on your neck had you melting under him completely with your eyes blissfully closed. 

“That feels… really good,” you murmured with a low voice. It was pure rapture to feel Sebastian this way; moving slowly inside of you, his lips dancing down your throat and nipping softly at the skin there. His hands eventually crept up the pillows to tangle in your hair, and the enticing feeling of his nails scraping against your scalp was enough to have you tightening around his cock a fraction. 

The praise sent a bolt of confidence through Sebastian, and he moved from your neck back to your lips to slot your mouths together again. He gingerly pulled his hips back before rolling them forward, and when you moved down against him with a shaky breath, it was all the go-ahead he needed to keep going. 

The rhythm he fell into was slow and steady, moving inside you with long, easy thrusts while he ground against your ass every time he buried himself deep. His eyes remained trained on your face, your expression clearly showing how pleased you were to be taken care of. You weren’t squirming in blatant pleasure yet, but Sebastian figured this was a good enough first step. 

“C’mon, Sebastian– you’re putting me to sleep here,” you mumbled playfully, letting your arms rest above your head in the way Sebastian loved to see. His tempo faltered slightly, but your mischievous grin betrayed the legitimacy of the claim; he should’ve known you were simply teasing him, especially when he knew you always got a kick out of taunting him. 

“Oh yeah?” He practically purred, sitting back on his heels to wrap his hands around your hips as he hauled you aggressively into his lap. 

You adjusted to him easily, wiggling your hips in Sebastian’s grasp in a bid to spur him onward. “Yeah… jeez, Sallow, you had one job. Tsk tsk.” 

“Well, shit.” He grinned wickedly down at you as he rolled his hips back, pulling almost all the way out and relishing in the way your face fell briefly. He hovered there for a long, torturous second before he snapped his hips back into you, using his grip to hold you down on his cock as he ground deeper and harder than before. You were left gasping at the feeling, your head falling back as your fingers twisted in the sheets, and before you could recover, Sebastian rasped, “Guess I should fuck you better then, huh?” 

Without giving you room to breathe, Sebastian kept up his agonizingly slow pace, easily pulling you back onto his cock with every firm thrust. He fucked into you evenly– his strong hands controlling the rhythm in the way he knew drove you crazy– and it earned him a cacophony of shaky moans that fell from your flushed, bitten lips. 

“Yeah,” you replied finally, your voice tight and shaky. “You have to keep me up all morning, remember?” 

It was a simple enough statement, but the way it rolled off of your tongue made it sound absolutely filthy. Your raspy voice was dripping with lust, your hot breath panting out between your parted lips, and that was more than enough to light a fire in Sebastian’s blood. 

Groaning roughly, Sebastian paused long enough to hook his arms under your knees to haul them easily over his shoulders. You gasped as the movement lifted you off of your hips– then again when he nipped sharply at the inside of your knee before sucking hard enough to leave another flushed bruise there. The sensation had you squirming in Sebastian’s lap to the best of your ability, moaning breathlessly as he ground into you with a low rumble. 

Once he was satisfied with his mark, the freckled man rubbed his hands slowly down your tense thighs, leaning over you on his hands again so you were effectively bent back and pressed against the sheets. Sebastian leaned more of his weight into you– sinking deeper– and just as you were opening your mouth to urge him on, he started moving again. 

He picked up his pace from before easily, but now, every slow, hard thrust stuffed you full of him, and it didn’t take him long to find the angle that had you gasping sweet little moans with every shaky breath. 

Writhing under him, you arched your back and gasped Sebastian’s name as your hands tightened in the covers above your head and pulled ardently. He was fucking you slowly– but at this angle everything felt so intense– enough so that any teasing pretense you’d previously had was quickly washed away beneath constant, steady waves of pleasure. Your toes curled in the air behind him as your thighs quivered and flexed against his chest, but beyond that, you were entirely at his mercy. 

An animalistic sound reverberated from deep within Sebastian’s chest, and his own fingers gripped the sheets on either side of your head. The view he had of you was fucking insane; between the incredible face you were making, the way every thrust sent electric little sparks all throughout the both of you, and the way your cunt tightened around his cock with every deep thrust– he couldn’t help but moan your name, brainless praises falling from his lips whenever he could string the words together. 

“S-Sebastian,” you gasped, shakily riding your hips up against the brunet’s to meet his every thrust with keening moans. “Sebastian, fuck– more, more, please–”

He made a soft, broken sound at that, then shrugged your knees off his shoulders to let them fall into the bends of his elbows instead. Surging forward, he captured your lips with his and slipped his tongue between them, and you took full advantage of the closer proximity by burying your fingers in his messy, brown curls and pulling him impossibly closer. 

With you bent nearly in half this way, your knees almost touched the sheets and in turn gave Sebastian the room to pull back farther and thrust deeper– managing to maintain his steady rhythm and simultaneously drag his cock hard all along your sweet spot. You were positively shaking under him, gasping pretty, noisy little sounds into your shared kiss as you wound your fingers restlessly through his hair and pulled just to have something to hold onto. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and pumped his hips harder, his self-control stretched thin by how perfect you were. 

How you looked, how you sounded, how you felt… he wanted more of you– more of the loud, pleading moans that tumbled from your kiss-swollen lips. 

“Gods, darling–” Sebastian leaned down and sank his teeth into the crook of your neck, pressing his body against yours as much as he could. You bucked up against him and cried out at the sharp, sweet sting of your lover’s teeth, your head writhing against the pillows frantically as your hands fisted in his hair so you could press his face encouragingly against your flushed throat. It pulled a brutal groan from Sebastian as he bit harder, sucking yet another dark bruise into your skin, and the sound you made in response was enough to send his mind spinning.

Your voice echoed off the walls of the bedroom, your loud moans and cries of his name falling freely from your lips as Sebastian marked you mercilessly. The ragged sounds coming out of him almost sounded like growls muffled against your throat, and the feeling of being so full had you arching your back clean off the mattress. Your nails raked viciously down his neck and shoulders before digging into his strong biceps, but the sting from the welting lines only served to rile him up further. 

When you threw your head to the side and began shaking, your voice cracking as you wailed for Sebastian in the way that told him you were close, he pulled his arm out from under your trembling thigh to plant his thumb firmly against your clit and began rubbing tight circles against the overly-sensitive bundle of nerves. As he brought you closer to your climax, gasping filthy praises between stuttered moans, Sebastian sped up his pace until he was pounding his cock into you, doing his best to keep you bent at that perfect angle as he did so. Your entire body seemingly snapped off the bed– arched tight and clinging hard to his larger frame as you clawed your nails down his arms– and your airy voice rose higher and transformed into a desperate, overwhelmed scream that cracked and made Sebastian’s brain go completely blank. 

You shook apart entirely in Sebastian’s arms, tight and blindingly hot around his cock, squirming beautifully under him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your slick coated his shaft as he relentlessly pumped into you, until the thunderous rush of his own climax crashed down around him. Warm, thick ropes of his cum filled you as he emptied himself inside, and Sebastian swore nothing on this Earth could ever hold a candle to how marvelous the feeling was.

He was vaguely aware of himself moaning your name over and over again– stammering out mumbled praises of good, so good darling, fuck. His hands gripped your hips tight as he curled over you and clung to you for dear life while he mouthed brainlessly against your heated skin. It took both of you a few long minutes to come down from your peaks; you with your arm slung over your eyes, and Sebastian slowly wrapping himself tighter and tighter around you to gather you closer. Even once the trembling had subsided, he couldn’t find a good enough reason to move. He twitched his hips back to pull out– mostly for your sake– but that was about all he could manage. 

“Holy shit,” you rasped out after a while, catching Sebastian’s bleary attention. He blinked up at you and watched as you dropped your arm above your head to stare up at the ceiling, and he hungrily took in the steady rise and fall of your bare chest as you caught your breath. 

He snorted softly and dragged his palms along your still shaking thighs– still loosely draped around his waist. “You alright?” There was something to be said about how pleased he was by the low, smokey sound of his own voice, and evidently you were too, considering how it sent more shivers up your spine. You nodded though, tugging at his shoulder to silently urge him closer. 

Sebastian slithered up until he was close enough to catch your lips, allowing you to pull him into a lazy, sated kiss while your fingers combed through his tangled curls. All too graciously, he melted against you– for once not fighting the desire to affectionately trail his knuckles down the line of your jaw. After a few minutes of languid kissing and mindless touching, Sebastian rolled to the side and let you readjust so you were laying on your side with your back to his chest, giving him the chance to wind his arms around your waist and hold you against him. 

He knew he was meant to be keeping you awake leading up to Potions class, but a few minutes of rest wouldn’t hurt. Beyond a herd of Thestrals stampeding through the room, Sebastian sorely doubted that anything could drag him away from this moment with you. He’d waited long enough for it as it was. 

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After turning your assignment in and sitting through a particularly dreadful lesson for an hour, you’d finally been free’d from the shackles of the education system for the weekend, and you’d quickly found yourself sprawled across Sebastian’s bed with the curtains drawn. You were currently dead asleep and likely to stay that way for a while, but the brunet didn’t mind in the slightest. He wasn’t particularly tired, but he was especially interested in lengthy cuddling with his girlfriend, so he had no problem with the current arrangement. 

With his fingers tangled idly in your sleep-mussed hair, Sebastian watched as the bright streaks of daylight moved across the ceiling while you used his chest as a pillow, far too content to be bothered by how damn long it took to get to this point. 

[jaslan4f1]

Love at 300 km/h LN4 Part 2

Masterlist

Warnings: friends to lover kinda thing, fluff & angst (I actually cried while writing this)

Notes: english is not my native language so this may contain consistency errors, i would really appreciate the corrections but please, be kind. feedback is also appreciated ♡

Summary: You and Lando are close but neither of you tried being more than friends. What happens when you both finally realize that love is right infront of you?

~ This is actually a story related to my own life right know. I have a driver friend that I’m crushing on and some events are in this story. Haha

You never wanted Lando to race for points that badly in your life. Was he really feeling the same you thought? His quality hasn’t been so good yesterday. He finished P15 so he had to fight to come to P4. You wanted him to finish that high and he wanted to take you out properly. You listened to everything the commentator said. Lando was now at P8. Gasly was infront of him. “Will Lando get pass Gasly? And with DRS Lando Norris passes Piere Gasly. What a great race for the McLaren driver“ the one commentator said enthusiastic. „Yay Lando, he is surprisingly very determined to get some points and drive into the top 5. I wonder where this comes from?“ the other commentator responded. Just 6 more laps…will Lando manage to get to P4? But to your surprise Landos car got even faster and he even got passed George and Lewis. “Great Lando you doing amazing“ was what you heard from Landos radio. “Thanks guys the car is great and my motivation is even higher today. Lets keep pushing for P4“ was Landos respond. You smiled when you heard his voice. Moments later Lando was just one position away from P4. You prayed for a miracle that he will get passed Stroll. And then something strange happened. Aston Martin wanted Stroll to pit on the last two laps. That made Landos position clear. He was P4. “Yes baby I knew you could do it“ you screamed as you threw your fist in the air. Lando ended with that position. He could wait to call you and take the next plane to you. He couldn’t stop from smiling, even in his interview he was asked why he was smiling so much. “Oh you know the race was just very good and I just had a great motivator“ he teased. You knew that his fans were going to get crazy about his comment. You quickly took your phone and started to take some photos for him. You promised him to send him these if he finishes P4. You took a few pics till you were happy with on of them. You looked very cute in one of his perch hoodies. You didn’t even think twice and send him the pic with a little caption: “Hopping to hear from you after your duties. Call me x Y/n. PS: You did amazing <3“

“I think your friend just texted you“ Landos media manager told him and gave him his phone. Without thinking Lando opened your chat. He saw your picture. You were in fact wearing his hoodie but he could also see that you weren’t wearing any sweatpants. Your legs were just being covered by his oversized hoodie. When he read your caption he smiled. “You little teaser“ he said to himself. After the dinner he had with Carlos he went straight to his hotel room. He unlooked his phone and went straight to the Facetime icon. He couldn’t just hear your voice, he had to see you. “Lando?“ a black screen and a sleepy voice accepted his call. “Fuck did I woke you up?“ he didn’t thought about your time change. “You kinda did but its ok now I’m awake anyway“ you said with a raspy voice. He loved your sleepy figure and voice. You turned your light in your bedroom on and looked at your phone. Lando looked tried. “You look like shit“ you said and laughed. “Well that’s nice. Thanks I thought you wanted to congratulate me but that’s also fine I guess“ he laughed. You stoped laughing and looked at you. Even tho he wasn’t with you this moment it still felt like he was sitting next to you. “So in that case…congratulation to P4 mister Norris“ your shyly voice made Lando grin. “Thanks I would love to talk longer to you but you should sleep and I should too.“ Your smile faded. “I guess you’re right. Hear from you soon?“ you asked sadly not wanting to end this call just now. You guys wished each other a good night and ended the call.

Lando was at the airport waiting with Carlos and Charles for their private yet. “Hey mate why are you so nervous?“ Charles asked. “Well I kinda have a date with Y/N when I get back to Monaco“ both Ferrari driver looked surprised at him. “Wait Y/N Y/N? Your best friend Y/N?“ Carlos asked “Pierres ex friends with benefit Y/N?“ Charles asked. Landos and Carlos eyes widened. “What?“ Lando asked. “Lando calm down I was just probably just a joke right…right Charles?“ Carlos said and prayed that Charles would get the hint. In that moment Pierre walked by. “You slept with my Y/N?“ Landos angry voice cracked. “Ok guys I thought we agreed not to tell him“ Pierre looked to the Ferrari driver. “Sorry mate it slipped out“ both said. Lando looked back. “Wait you both knew and didn’t told me? You knew how much I liked her and that for many years“ tears forming in his eyes. You meant the world for him. He didn’t really liked Pierre but he also didn’t dislike him. But he hated to fact that you were intimate with another driver and haven’t told him. It felt like every moment he thought you guys were crushing on each other was fake. “If it calms you down it was just for 3 months and she ended it“ Pierre said. Lando rushed to the bathroom he had to hear it from you. He wanted to call you but that would be childish. He knew what his first thing in Monaco was going to be. And boy he hoped that it was a bad joke.

a/n; I know it got a bit sad but I swear it will all add up in the end.

[minnielovesme]

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Clingy

Alex quackity x reader

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff

(This was a request, but I lost it and It's not in my inbox anymore but i did screenshot it so yea.. enjoy 😅)

Request: "Can you do quackity being a clingy boy in the morning because I just woke up and I need something"

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I opened my eyes and looked at the rays of sunshine that peaked through the curtains. I squinted my eyes and put my hand over my eyes. I looked over to my side to see alex. He was lying there peacefully, his arms warped around my waist as if he were to let go, I would leave him to lie here alone. I turned my body to face him and looked at his messy hair going all over his face.

I looked over to the clock and saw that it was already 6:56. My work started at 8:00. I only had an hour to get ready. I tried to get up, but something or someone was stopping me from getting out of bed. I looked down at my waist and saw Alex's arms still wrapped around my waist. "Nooo, don't go." "I have to, or im gonna be late," I felt as his arms griped my waist tighter. I tapped his arms and turned my head to look at alex. He was looking back up at me with a small pout tugging on his lips. "No" "i have work" "few more minutes"

I sighed and put my hand down to go through his silky black hair"Fine" I layed back down facing alex who now had ear to ear grin. I giggled as he pulled me into his chest. We laid there for few minutes, legs interlocked, and his hand softly going through my hair. I looked back at the clock, it was now 7:01 "babe can you let go I need go get ready" "hmmm" I tired to get up but to no avail " baby I gonna be late, I need to get ready" " just call your boss and tell her your not coming, I'm sure she'll understand that your boyfriend needs you" I chuckled softly at his statement.

"You need a break, and your boyfriend will do that for you." "bab-," "No," he sat up and put his head in the crook of my neck. "Just stay for a little longer... just this once"

"First time and last time" "has long as you stay in bed with me..now lay in bed with me." He pulled me back down into the bed with his head still in the crook of my neck and wrapped his legs over mine.

I felt my eyelids get heavier every passing second, I finally gave in and started to fall asleep, his warmth radiating against me made it much harder to stay awake.

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The idk if the writing even makes sense but if u like it then that's cool I wrote this in the middle of the night since I can't sleep. Yay I hope yall like it okay byeeeee

[Omg I thought I lost this entire thing and was gonna go write it again but then I saw that someone liked so thanks to the person who liked it first 😅]

♡ Good night/good morning ♡

-minnie💖

[xoxoladyaz]

It Hits Different This Time, Part 3

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie x Steve Harrington

TW: Mentions of alcohol, drug abuse

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

Brief updates from Eddie, a phone call with Jeff, and finally some news about Gareth

Steve woke up with a stuffy head the next morning; he’d spent a solid hour crying with Robin on the couch after he got off the phone with Eddie, going over everything Eddie had said again and again in excruciating detail. They weren’t sad tears, they were tears of relief, but it still did quite a number on his sinuses.

Thankfully, when he talked with Eddie later that evening, Eddie hadn't let his own negative emotions keep him down.“Talking with Wayne has been tough,” he’d said with a wry laugh. “I’d really been hoping I would never have to have this conversation with him, but hey, we had it, and now things can get better.” (Which reminded Steve that he needed to call Wayne and see how he was doing in all of this.) 

Aside from that, though, Eddie seemed to be in high spirits. He told Steve all about the detox process (“Terrible, I’d rather go skinny-dipping with Jason Carver than go through that again”) and about his conversations with his therapist (“Ugh, I feel like my heart is throwing up, but Doc said that was a good thing and that we’re making progress, so, yay?”) and all about his sobriety sponsor (a seventy-five-year-old Italian woman named Francesca that he called “Frankie, she’s fucking hilarious, I kind of want to set her up with Wayne.”) Steve just couldn’t get over how good it was to hear Eddie like this: how awake and alert he sounded, how clear his voice was, how loud he laughed. It made the last ten months even more glaring in how off Eddie had been before, how badly fucked up he had been on whatever cocktail of drugs he'd been taking.

They’d gotten a bit more time to talk this evening, which was wonderful, but Steve was relieved that they ended their call as early as they did because he had a few calls of his own to make, now that things were settling down somewhat.

“Hey Jeff.”

“Steve!” Jeff’s voice rang loud and clear over the line. “Shit, man, it’s good to hear from you. How are you doing?”

“Good, good. I just got off the phone with Eddie and I just wanted to say thank you, man. I can’t – I can’t tell you enough how grateful I am that you were there for him when I wasn’t.”

“Shit, Steve,” Jeff replied reassuringly. “Eddie’s my brother. He might be kind of an asshole, or, actually, he might be a lot of an asshole - ” (Steve snorted through his nose) “ – but I’d do anything for him. I was happy to be there. And I know that if I was the one getting into that deep shit, he’d have done the same for me.”

“Still, it’s hard, man. I mean, I wasn’t even there and - ” Fuck, he would love to stop getting choked up all the time. “ – and it’s been hard for me. I can’t even imagine what it was like for you.”

Jeff’s sigh was long and deep. “Well, I can’t say it was a fun time, because it wasn’t. It actually really fucking sucked, watching them just fall apart all the time because they were too fucking high. I’m just really glad I didn’t relapse myself.”

“It’s amazing that you didn’t, man.”

“Yeah, well,” he could hear the smile in Jeff’s voice, “I had an angel with me. Speaking of, Chrissy says hi.”

“Hi Steve!” Steve can hear the lilting voice of Jeff’s fiancée in the background.

“Tell her ‘hi’ back for me,” Steve smiled, although on the inside he was reeling. Why wasn’t I enough for him to stay sober?

“I will,” Jeff said back. “And listen, before you start spiraling or anything, Eddie’s drug use has nothing to do with you, man. The only reason I’ve stayed sober the last two years is because I got to a point where I wanted to be. I mean, I was into some rough shit when I met Chris, and it took me about a year and half before I decided it was time to get sober. And yeah, Chrissy was a part of that, just like you’re a part of it for Eddie, but the difference now is that Eddie wants to make this change and get the help to do it. He just got there on his own time. If there’s one thing you can’t do, it’s rush Eddie Munson.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve chuckled, and with his laugh felt the tension in his chest dissipate. “I’ve started telling him our reservations are half-an-hour earlier than they actually are just so we can leave on time. Which reminds me, he told me to treat you and Chrissy to dinner on the Amex.”

“The Amex?” Jeff whistled. “Fancy, fancy. We’ll be back in town next week, maybe you and Robin can meet us somewhere?”

“That would be great. Are you still out in Cali?”

“Yeah,” Jeff sighed, and this time his sigh was sadder. “We’ve been staying near Gareth’s facility, trying to convince him to stay.”

“Shit, man, I was going to ask what happened with him.”

“Gareth,” Jeff sighed again, “he just started the party scene later than the rest of us. It’s still new and exciting to him and he doesn’t think that all the shit he’s doing is a problem. And I mean, he hadn’t really gone that hard until that last weekend right before we came back, but I think he’s still in the denial stage with how bad it’s gotten. Chrissy is getting through to him though, I think. He’s agreed to at least stay for the four-week program.”

“Have you asked Wayne to talk to him? That might help.”

“Shit, I should,” Jeff hummed. “Wayne knows that he’s checked in, but Gareth hasn’t had phone calls until yesterday. I’ll get Wayne the number, see if he can’t help Gareth out.”

“Robin and I would be more than happy to talk to him, too. He’s family, you know? I’d hate to see him get hurt or worse.”

“I’ll let him know that he can give you two a call,” Jeff replied warmly. “That’ll mean a lot to him, I think. I’m going to try to get permission for Eddie to call him, too, I’m just not sure if there’s extra precautions they want people to take when they’re in these programs. At the very least, if Gareth sees Eddie get sober and stay sober, it might inspire him to do the same. You know how much he looks up to him.”

“Yeah, I do,” Steve replied, and he was about to say more when his phone started vibrating.

Incoming Call: Wayne Munson

“Wayne’s calling, I’m going to check in with him. Thanks again for everything, Jeff, and let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Absolutely. Talk to you soon, man.”

Steve pressed the End Call, Start New Call button and brought his phone back up to his ear. “Hey Wayne.”

“Hello son. Glad I caught you.”

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「Kissie Spot」

(Lon Chaney Erik x GN Reader) Romantic, sugestive but SFW

Another fanfiction, yay! This is Lon Chaney's version of Erik because the silent movie is my favorite adaptation. I'm not used to write self-insert fanfictions soooo plz give me a break 🥹 the Reader is gender neutral by the way 👍🏽 have good reading :3

You woke up after a comfortable night sleep in a bed shaped like a swan. The few seconds after awakening were enough for you to remember the events of the previous day: you were courted by the Phantom of the Opera himself, the mysterious specter in the darkness. He brought you to his subterranean abode and trusted enough to tell you his true name: Erik. Gods, he loved you! The fearsome nameless legend that prowled the theater was madly in love with you. It felt weird, like acidic butterflies dancing inside you. It was strange, even frightening at one point, but at the same time… tender. Like a hidden desire touched on in the most libertine of nights.

You get up in bed and observe the room around you, everything was perfectly architected as a dark lair. The style of the catacombs reminded you of the so-called 'barbarian architecture' of the Dark Ages, a name given by the Renaissance that sounded rather insensitive towards 'gothic' sculptures. Everything that referred to the occult, the demonic and the incomprehensible was fascinating to you, and apparently, to the Phantom as well.

Your thoughts are interrupted when macabre and terribly dramatic music is played on the pipe organ. The melody rang through your ears like a siren's voice seduces sailors; it was impossible not to lean towards the triumphant spectacle. If, on just one instrument, music disturbingly penetrated your soul, you imagined what it would be like to hear the piece in a large and phenomenal orchestra. You left the room and headed towards the masked man. He played the pipe organ like no other musician, it was the darkest, most intense and most pleasurable way you will ever witness. You approach Erik and tap him on the shoulder, eliciting a noticeable anxiety that sends shivers down his spine.

— Oh! You're awake... - Erik said, sighing - I... I made you breakfast. You can stay here for as long as you like.

Erik, in contrast to the chivalry of the day before, felt shy and unsure of himself when talking to you. It's like he can't believe you stayed in his house without dying or running away in the middle of the night.

— I appreciate it, but I'm not hungry right now. – you answer, running your fingers gently over his shoulders – What song was that? Did you write it?

— Oh, yes – Erik pointed to the sheet music in front of him, written 'Don Juan Triumphant' – Ever since I laid eyes on you, this song echoes through my head. The sound of love triumphant.

If it weren't for the ominous, pale mask, you'd be able to watch Erik's face redden – just as your own face did. He played again, this time less immersed in the feeling. Visibly uneasy... your presence was like a test to him, and even more so for his proximity. You decide to break that invisible barrier, sit down next to Erik and wrap one of your arms around his back.

— It must be a divine triumph, judging by that small piece of the play.

— A-ah, yes... - Erik replies, feeling a little more courageous with all the praise he received – I put all my inner demons into this work. But there is beauty in everything, even the most vile of gargoyles... in my music, that's how it is.

Comments of that nature always came out in a sad tone from the Phantom's lips. Judging by his anxiety and the mask that covered his face at all times, you'd come to the conclusion that he had a lot of issues with self image. After all, who would isolate themselves from the world, in a catacomb, if not to escape the horrors outside? But you wanted Erik to trust you, just as you placed your trust in him when you accompanied him underground.

— Erik – you call him, resting your head on his shoulder – Can I see your face?

Upon hearing this question, Erik shuddered and stopped playing, abruptly pulling away from you.

— D-don't ever ask me to do that! Please, my angel, I... I don't have a face. What I have is the remains of a face, a carcass abandoned and despised by the Gods. No one must see my face... especially you.

— Why do you say that? You do not trust me? – you approach him again and join your hands in his.

— I… I trust you, but… – Erik stammered, his eyes filled with tears – Not even my parents loved me. They rejected me for my face, just like everyone else... that's why I live in hiding, to avoid going through the same horrors as before.

Your chest ached with sadness hearing those harsh words. You couldn't imagine how a father, a mother, could be so cruel to their own child! You had no idea how broken Erik was, after so many years in a cycle of pain and rejection. You slowly approached and hugged him, feeling him shudder at first. Erik got emotional and hugged you back, still a little hesitant; his hot tears fell onto your shoulder.

— I'm not going to lose all feelings I have for you just because you have a different face. You are an amazing and lovable person, Erik. Please don't let anyone convince you otherwise.

— Oh… – the masked man laid his head on the crook of your neck, barely able to believe that moment.

Erik pulled away from the hug, his hands shaking and sweating cold. He looked paler than usual. With his head down and his gaze averted from his, Erik takes his hand to the mask and slowly removes it, revealing more and more the morbid and slightly yellow skin. Once his face was completely revealed, he kept his eyes tightly closed as his body became more and more trembling. His skin was abnormally glued to the face, forming a cadaverous image with two holes for a nose. His eyes were very sunken, just like a skeleton. His thinness, what little remained of his lips and its strange coloring referred to the very image of death. Furthermore, the black cloth that accompanied the white mask revealed a bald spot on his head.

Silent seconds – that seemed like hours – were enough for you to analyze that deformity as a whole. The only thing you dared to do was reach your right hand to Erik's face, stroking his cheek. He immediately let out a sigh, scared at first, but relaxed as he felt that caress.

— You see? I said nothing would change between us. – you finally said.

— Oh... - Erik finally opened his eyes and had the courage to face you. He covered your right hand with his, intoxicated by your touch – You... are truly... an angel. My angel…

Erik chastely kissed the palm of your hand. You didn't stop there, instead you hugged him tightly. He didn't say anything else, just sobbed in a silent cry. There was no need to say anything at that moment. While he was distracted – hopelessly immersed in your embrace – you took the opportunity to tuck your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the sweet masculine scent he had. Erik jumped at the scent he received.

— Wh-what are you doing?

— Sniffing you, silly. – Don't you like it?

Erik thought for a moment. He didn't want to be inappropriate, too needy, or even sound like a pervert. Yet, your fondness was undeniable... it was like an addictive drug he didn't want to retire from. He nodded slowly in affirmation, his face was noticeably flushed. You continued the affection, sniffing and kissing Erik's neck as he let out short, shy sighs. You dared, kissing even his cheek; you felt his salty tears on your tongue, which only emboldened you more. With your hands, you lowered Erik's head to your shoulders and placed a long kiss on his bald head.

— Y-you don't have to do that – he said, stuttering and shuddering, while you continued to place several kisses on his head – I'm not, ah!, I'm not worthy of this affection…

— Yes, you are worthy – you said, finally – And I am willing to kiss all over your body, if you allow me.

Erik smirked and bit his lip, like a child eager for a gift. He stands up, still shy but feeling a slight surge of confidence.

— So... Do you want to go to your room?

You smiled, excited by the invitation, and took Erik's hands.

— I'd love to – you said at last, leading him to your room where you've woken up that morning.

Doing your best to respect his space and time, you wait for him to sit on the bed and continue trailing kisses down his face and neck. Erik gently hugged your waist, sliding his fingers down your back once in a while. He was very quiet, but always flushed and smiling as he received your touches – sometimes he let out a soft giggle. Your hands dared to lift the fabric of his pants, revealing the scarred, pale skin of his legs, which made him pull away again.

— Oh! Sorry, I didn't expect that! – he said awkwardly – M-my legs are not a pleasant sight…

— What do you mean?

— Look at me, I'm sickeningly skinny, I barely have any body hair, and… well, those blue veins are very noticeable. And not just on my leg...

— Erik… – you ran your hand over the musician's trembling shins – I think you're beautiful from head to toe. And jumpy veins are normal, everyone has them.

— But mine are different! It was... years... years of slavery that punished my body so much... these scars, they...

— They don't matter. All of that is in the past, Erik. You're here with me – you kissed him passionately on the lips, which made him gasp over your nose – That's what matters now.

You slowly lowered yourself over his body, placing a light kiss on his leg. Feeling him approve of your attitude, you continued kissing each scar, each bluish and bulging vein that caused so much agony and bad memories. Erik managed not to make any undue noises, instead he lied back on the bed and closed his eyes, appreciating your affection. But he wasn't prepared for your next step: you lifted his pants higher and kissed his inner thigh, which made him accidentally let out a moan of pleasure. It had mere seconds, but loud enough for you to hear. He was terribly embarrassed, redder than a strawberry.

— F-forgive me, I… tried not to…

You laugh softly and grab him by the waist.

— It's okay, Erik. We don't need to go further if you don't want to – you crawl towards his chest, until their faces meet – But there's no need to be ashamed of feeling pleasure.

With those words, Erik felt as if pounds of guilt and anxiety had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt comfortable, happy, calm, all around you. During his years living under violence, slavery and isolation, he never thought he would find a place so comforting. This place was you, your love, your hug, your smell, everything you could offer.

— Oh… my angel… I couldn't ask for a better gift.

— I say the same – you answer, kissing him again on the lips and feeling his skin rubbing against yours – I love you, Erik.

He smiled while more tears ran down his face. The Phantom of the Opera was loved, loved for what he was. He was saved by your love.

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Cross-Checked - Chapter Six

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Previous: Chapter Five ~ Here For You ~ Leia/Andy

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Chapter Six ~ A Swift Kick in the Pants ~ Andy

12 Weeks - December 

For the first time in weeks, I’m not woken up to the sounds of vomiting. I blink a bit when I realize that I woke up because I could smell bacon. What an odd smell in this house. I blink again when I realize there is bacon being made in my house.  I got up and threw on my shirt on and adjusted the morning wood I was sporting. I groan at how sensitive I am.  

Did I relieve myself of that pressure? 

No, no time.  

Did I dream about a certain green-eyes brunette who happens to live in my house? 

Of course not.  

Am I a complete liar? 

Absolutely.  

I take care of my business before heading downstairs, hoping I don’t find what I think I am about to find. I make it to the kitchen, and I curse under my breath. I look up, asking God to give me the grace to get through the next few minutes.  Because in my kitchen is Leia, wearing my shirt and those fucking tiny shorts again, dancing in my kitchen, making breakfast.  

I ran a hand over my face before taking a deep breath and saying, “morning Princess.  Someone’s feeling better.” I kiss the top of her head before reaching for the coffee.  

“Andy! Yay! You’re awake!” As I sit at the breakfast bar, she slides a plate in front of me loaded with bacon, potatoes, eggs and toast.  A small plate with a short stack of pancakes comes next. “We’re celebrating,” she tells me with a beaming smile.  

If she keeps smiling at me like that, she could get me to do anything she wanted.  

And she knows it.  

“Celebrating what princess?” 

“I woke up and didn’t feel nauseous.  This is the first time in four weeks that this has happened.  And breakfast is something I have been craving so when I woke up I knew exactly how to celebrate.”  She took a seat next to me with the same all be a much smaller portions.  “Cheers!” She lifts her orange juice glass and I mimic her to clink and drink.  

We chatted through breakfast before I had to get ready for practice.  Its November and we have a string of games at home, which I am dreading and grateful for at the same time. Grateful because worrying about Leia on the road is exhausting. Dreading because I will be aching for this girl and have no relief.  

Whose bright idea was it to have her live with me again? 

Right, that was my idea. I only have myself to blame.  

As I drive us into the arena, Leia is going through her phone, making notes.  “Whatcha doin’ Princess?” 

She looks up and smiles.  “Oh, I have a TikTok video I am planning out for you and the guys.”  

I groan but don’t say anything.  The one thing I have learned in Leia’s pregnancy is that I can’t turn down her ideas outright because then she tends to cry. And if she cries, I panic.  “Should be fun,” I tell her, and she smiles bigger. Fuck, this is going to be torture.  

At the arena, I head to conditioning room after I change and work on my reps. Luke walks in and takes the machine next to me. “How is she?” 

This is a daily question. Luke genuinely fears his sister, especially now with her condition. “She woke up happy and hungry.  I guess the nausea went away and she cooked a full on breakfast.” 

“That’s great!” Luke starts working out.  Soon, I can see the other guys doing their routines but everyone once in a while, one of them disappears. “Andy!” I looked up to see Leia waving me over.  I grab my towel and wipe my face as I walk over.  

“Sup Princess.”  She rolls her eyes as I laugh.  

“I need you for this TikTok.”  

“Oh, come on, Princess. Do I have to?” I pretend to be a petulant five years old with the whiny shake and everything.  

And then she turned the tables on me.  

Her eyes get big, like doe eyes and her bottom lip juts out with the smallest of quivers. Fuck! 

“No! No, don’t cry.  I’m sorry.  I’ll do anything just please don’t cry,” I plead.  

“Is he making you cry Leia?” I hear the one voice I wish I hadn’t. Swayman. I turn to look behind me and the goalie is frowning at the scene in front of him.  I gave him the perfect opening.  No one to blame but myself.  

Leia smiles.  “No, Jeremy, I’m ok.  Just the Captain here can’t handle when a girl cries.” Her fucking mischievous smile comes back, and I’ve been had. I hang my head in defeat when all of the guys start laughing. She turns on her heel and I follow like a bad puppy, flipping off my teammates as I leave the area.  

“You are a cruel, cruel woman,” I mutter as we get in the area where she is shooting her video.  

“You love me, get over it Cap.” If she only knew. She practically danced as we made it over to a setup of Christmas decorations.  “Now, take a seat and we are going to record a greeting to the fans.”  

I sat. “Do I have a script or just whatever comes to my mind?” 

“Just blurt out whatever comes to mind.” Leia smiled and I got lost in it for a moment. I refocused on the camera. “Happy Holidays from your captain and the rest of... Holy Shit!” I jumped and fell to the side of the tree as the prop bear popped up and lunged for me. My ass smarted for landing on what I think is a toy train. I fell back, trying to catch my breath as Leia and the bear began to laugh hysterically.  

“Oh my god... that was the best reaction yet!” Leia is bent over, trying to catch her own breath.  

“You suck Andrews,” I say as I try to get up.  “Who is under here?” I pulled the bear head off to find one of my defensemen, Baker, still laughing. “You son of a bitch! No wonder this is happening so far away from the locker room.”  

“Yep,” Leia pops. "Keep a straight face, Barber.  Luke and the goalies still have to go through this. Oh my god, imagine Linus tries to punch you,” pointing at Baker. He goes pale at the idea.  

“Please let me come watch that,” I beg. “Linus loves a good prank, but he is hardly the one to receive it.  Time for a little payback.” I rub my hands together.  

“If you could send me Luke with a straight face, deal.” She sticks her hand out and I shake it.  

“They’re cold Princess,” I frown as I hold on.  

“I’m fine Andy.” Her eyes moved to a member of her staff and Baker. I know that look.  Its because she hadn’t told the team yet. And she knew what he was going to say. “I have a meeting with them on Monday.”  

“Ok, I’ll send Luke in.” I ruffled her hair, to which she tried to bite me. “Watch it, Cubby.”  I ran as she tried to smack me, chuckling. I grabbed Luke and then headed for the showers.  After I dressed, I grabbed the mittens I kept in my locker for Leia, because she always forgot hers.  As I walked back, I heard a yell and smiled.  She got another one.  I rounded the corner and saw her laughing as she helped someone up.  

I stopped as my heart dropped.  Jeremy was holding Leia’s hand. I watched as he reached into his bag and pulled out a small object. He undid them and it was gloves. He took one hand and slipped it over it. He repeated the motion and then pressed them together between his and he rubbed them.  Her smile was soft and shy. When he was done, she reached up and pressed a kiss on his cheek.  

I turned and walked away.  

I was on my third beer, watching God knows what as I burrowed deeper into my feelings. I didn’t have a right to feeling like this.  If I was stronger, braver, then maybe I could tell Luke how I’m feeling and ask Leia out. My thoughts just kept spinning.  

“Hey!” I looked up to see Leia bent over the couch, smiling at me. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Sitting.”  I watched as she frowned.  I looked away from her. I couldn’t watch her getting upset. “How are you feeling?” 

She came around and sat down, pulling off the gloves that Jeremy had given her. “I’m good. How was the rest of your day?” 

“It was fine.  Had a meeting with my agent and then chilled here.” I took another swig. “Was gonna order something.”  

“Oh, can we have pizza?” I watched her eyes light up. “I have been craving the garlic knots from Tony’s.” She kicked off her shoes and put her feet in my lap, like we’ve always done.  

“Sure, Princess.” I placed the order and then looked at her again.  Maybe I took the Swayman thing the wrong way. Maybe he was just being a friend. The thought calmed me, and I was able to enjoy the evening with Leia.  The Tampa Bay game came on. We watched as Craig took a shot into the boards.  

“Have you heard from him?” Leia chewed her thumbnail. “I mean, after that one day.”  

I shook my head.  “No. He said bye to the team as a group but he didn’t call or anything. I’m not sure if I would have answered.” I took another pull of my fifth beer.  I knew I needed to stop, if anything, just because if Leia needed me, I needed to be sober.  Pizza came and we ate commenting about the show before we fell back into silence, watching the movie.  Then Leia spoke again.  

“So, Jeremy asked me out.”  

Why does she do that?  Why does she insist on dropping bombs on me when I am not ready?  How about “hey Andy, something shocking happened today” instead of just dropping the news. This one caused me to choke on my beer. “What?” 

“Jeremy Swayman asked me out on a date.  Which is weird because at first, he was flirting with me on the plane and then he ignored me. Then he flirted again but as he was putting gloves on me, he asked me to dinner.”  She said this one breath ladies and gentlemen.  I would be hella impressed except there is only one thing on my mind.  

She’s going on a date with Jeremy.  

“Oh, wow. Are you going to go?” I fake interest because that’s what a best friend does.  A good best friend.  Not the “I’m in love with you” best friend.  

“I think so. He’s nice and cute. But its weird, you know, because I’m pregnant and I haven’t told anyone about it yet.” She goes back to chewing her thumbnail. “What do you think?” 

This is my chance.  I could blow Jeremy Swayman up and get the girl.  But then she could resent me and tell me to fuck off. I still remembered what he said in the locker room. But I had already promised. Why did I do that? Why did I make that promise to Swayman? I promised I wouldn’t stand in his way because she’s not mine.  I sigh. “If you want to, go out with him. Maybe you won’t have chemistry and it's the end of that.  Or maybe you have a spark, and you can tell him about the baby.  Either way, it's up to you.”  

She smiles. “Thanks Andy.” She turns back to the movie.  

My chest hurts. “You know, I’m gonna head to bed.  Early practice tomorrow and I want to get a swim in.” I get up and kiss the top of her head. “Good night Princess.”  

“Night, Chewy!” 

I walk up the stairs, get to my room and close the door. I sit on the edge of my bed and I feel numb. I just encouraged the woman that I am completely in love with to date someone else. I’ve officially became the dumbest man in Boston. I flopped back.  

Kill me now.   

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night -

- affirming while falling asleep

- loop overnight (make sure ur headphones and phone is charged)

day 0: so as soon as I received the tape, I decided to start listening, and I ended up listening overnight, while affirming my umbrella affirmation “my list has manifested” + the “method” I’ve been using is affirming and persisting, detachment, subliminals, and listening to a affirmation tape with my voice recorded on it.

day 1: when I woke up, the tape had turned off but I turned it back on and didn’t end up going back to sleep so I just affirmed my affirmation, I did my routine but I couldn’t do it fully because I went to the beach with my family, but I’ll do the routine anyways and I’m still gonna sleep with the tape on + one of the things on my list is my desired McDonalds order and my mom hasn’t talked about fast food or anything but today she was talking about McDonald’s (^.^)

++ I also feel more detached today, like I don’t care about angel number like I’d normally

day 2: I woke up a few times during the night but my sub was still on, so yay and I just affirmed myself back to sleep, but I fell asleep before I could finish the final 11 minutes but it’s fine, + I had a vivid dream, and I woke up feeling detached from my desires just knowing basically, ok so I finished my routine and just have to go to sleep and listen to the tape over night, oh and I crossed off one of the desires on the list which was for my sisters jaw to stop locking and it hadn’t locked for like 4 days so I decided to cross it off (^.^)

day 3: I did my routine successfully yesterday, along with sleeping with the tape on for most of the night since my headphones popped off but I just put them back on, I didn’t have a dream and I felt pretty neutral when I woke up ++ I do find myself more detached though since I don’t think about my desire unless I’m affirming for the 11 minutes each hour. ++ so I ended up taking a really long nap but I put the sub on and it played for the whole time I was sleeping, I’m awake now and am gonna continue affirming from (12:00 to 12:11) and (1:00 to 1:11) (^.^)

day 4: hii, so stayed up till like 9 in the morning and then crashed but with the affirmation tape on and even I woke up I just affirmed for a bit and then got up to use the bathroom, I woke up feeling fine and I’m just gonna continue to do my routine today ++ I didn’t have a dream and I’ve decided that after I’m done with this on day seven I’m going to listen to the dream life one

(This is what has been happening so far, I wonder if listening to both tapes would result in better results! But if anyone has any tips feel free to share)

[lamemaster]

Hello, stopping by to make a request.

If it's okay with you, might I have some headcanons for Finrod, similar to the Maglor (10 ways to kiss your elf)? It's alright if you can't do the entire ten, any amount you're able to write would be great 🌻. Thank you and hope you have fun!

11 Ways to Hug the King of Nargothrond

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: character death

AN: Yay, my first official request. Thanks for requesting this. I had so much fun writing this that I might've gone overboard. I hope you like it

1.Recipe to hug- Finrod stands unmoving. His ancient heart beats louder than ever. Even the constant shuffle of your footsteps fades as blood pumps in his ears. He watches you make your way towards him with wide open arms and a pleasant smile on your face. The sun settles in your flowing hair. It changes the color of your hair as if becoming a part of your hroa. Nothing better proves that the Edain truly are the children of the sun. Lost in his pondering, he almost loses his balance when your arms encircle his neck. You stand on your toes. Your body leaning forward to meet his. Finrod leans in as he bends down to let your feet rest easy. From the close up he can see the light of his own eyes reflected into yours. You smile and it does not take long before a similar smile finds itself on his face. “Like this,” you say as you pull away one of your arms to hold his hand and guide it to your waist. Followed by his other hand. “This is how you hug, My King,” your voice rings close to his ear and the faint warmth of your breath catches him off guard.

2. Cuddling hug- Finrod’s unfocused eyes stare back at you. Elves dreamt with their eyes open. They slept, unlike men they slept less. Only the labor of several days led to a night of deep sleep. Finrod’s elven sleeping form had scared you out of your wits the first time you had seen it. Your horrified scream at that time was followed by an army of guards swarming in your room and not to forget your beloved who woke up with the scariest look in his eyes. Now as you lay next to your slumbering lover for the first time you find yourself awake while he sleeps. Turning to him you move closer. You both had been traveling and now that you were back in the safety of Nargothrond your beloved finally let down his constant guard and welcomed sleep. With your movements as quiet as you can manage you embrace Finrod in a hug. Your beloved remains sleeping, thank Eru! You pull closer to your lover, basking in the warmth of your contact. Somehow even deep in his dream Finrod’s arms encircle your waist. Pulling you closer. Your head rests on his chest as you try to go back to sleep with a wild heart.

3. Hesitant hug-A unlit room welcomed him. While Finrod himself can see well in dark he seriously doubted you could. Worried about your safety he looked around trying to link you to the steady beat of your heart that rang in his ears. At last, he spotted a small but noticeable lump on your bed. Covered in blankets, you were the most adorable mountain ever. “Well, what brings you here?” Your voice held a sulky tone. “I’m not outside my room now am I?” It was not hard to imagine the pout you probably had on your face right now. Empowered to witness it himself Finrod made his way to your moping form. With the grace of a duck, which very much made him cringe, Finrod climbed up the bed. “Meleth, you must understand,” he begins only for you to scoff at him. Ready to enter the metaphorical battlefield even under the cover of blankets. “Listen to me,” with the most foreign movements Finrod wraps his arms around you. A hug is still something that escapes his elven senses. With the little hill in his embrace, Finrod rests his chin on top of your head (a gesture that you don’t pull away from). “How about we wait your cold out for a few days and then plan an outing?” A small cold, he tried to reassure himself. You would get better soon, he reasoned in his mind. 

4. Reassuring hug- As you run through the woods your breath comes heavy. You pant as the heavy footsteps following you grow louder with every passing second. So close. You are so close to home yet, it seems farther than ever with your faltering steps. “Ahhh!” Your trembling hands try to untangle your hair that gets stuck in a wayward branch that you failed to notice in your haste. A delay that costs you more of the precious seconds you have on your pursuers. ‘Please…help,’ you plead and beg to those who dare listen to your prayer. With your hair free you resume your struggle. This death would be too painful of a fate for you and your beloved. ‘Eru,’ your thought is cut sharp as a protruding root on the forest floor catches your foot only for the doom to inch closer. ‘Don’t let him know of this,’ you bargain with the fates. But never feel the impact of the fall that you anticipate. A firm hand holds you and your scrunched-shut eyes shoot open to greet the sight of an elven guard. Distant screams of agony fill the forest as the party of elven soldiers clears the orcs following you. However, your world narrows at the first glance of your beloved, who rushes in carrying a bloodied sword. His eyes find yours with a panicked look in them. A maniacal look. Letting go of the hand that supports you, you make a last run. Ignoring your screaming lungs and protesting heart you run to him. On the other end, you watch him drop his sword and run towards you with a speed unknown to man. And you meet in the middle. Your limbs a mess, your faces inches apart, and your bodies shaking with uncontrollable tremors. His hands hold you close. Too dangerous, too close, too soon. Words remain unsaid but the relief fills in. That day he becomes greater than any god, any supreme being, any creator.

5. Heartbeat through hug- Your head rests on his chest and Finrod can’t help but marvel. His own heart fades into nothingness as the rhythm of your heart fills his sense. His enhanced senses can feel the strength of the heart of the secondborn. With a curious idea brewing in his mind Finrod leans in. Getting closer to your face, he lifts your chin to make you face him and inches closer. Nearer and nearer until he hears it. A skip of the beat and then a faster rhythm. You look at him with a beautiful red gathering on your face. Your breath hitches and Finrod feels victorious as your heart races. His heart follows yours. His own heart pauses to beat when you lean in and steal a kiss with a mischievous smile on your face.

6. Compensatory hug- Your beloved kisses you crazy. His kiss leaves you arching into him. Wanting more. Finrod gently lays you on the bed as he crawls on top of you continuing the kiss deeper than ever. His eyes shine brighter than the sun, the moon, and the stars. His golden hair is almost silver with the moon that seems to shine only for him. Pleasure and heat fill you as his hands travel your body. You want this. You have waited for so long. You love him and you have the right to want him in every way. He loves you in return. You know this. Your reasoning fades as voices of self-doubt erupt in your head. ‘She awaits him,’ one of your voices whispers with venom. ‘It is immoral,’ another adds with unconcealed scorn. ‘No,’ the other argues and the room feels too full. Too crowded with your voices, Finrod, and the stars glaring at you. You are as shaken as Finrod when a sob breaks through your throat. Tears come easier than ever and the voices in your mind blame you for the hurt look in Finrod’s eyes. ‘No, no, no, no…’ your panicked thoughts are left unsaid. Instead, you hug him. A hug is all you can give to him, who someone awaits in distant lands. Someone who would accompany him for eternity and not leave him withering in an inescapable world. “We can’t,” your voice cracks with an effort to speak. Finrod freezes in your arms. The next second your arms fall to your sides as your beloved leaves the room with the door slammed shut. And the voices return louder than ever.

7. Tired hug- 1, 2, 3, and Bam. The door to Finrod’s study blasts opens with your unrestrained might. From the corner of his eye he watches you gather your flowing gown in your hands, a gesture so mannish that it leaves him more in love than ever. He feels the thud of your steps vibrate through his very being as you stomp your way to him. For once the papers about spices and silks feel uninteresting but Finrod continues the facade of being interested in the texts. “Hmph,” you grunt in determination as you remain unfazed by his lack of attention. He almost squeals in a very unkingly voice when you very much drape yourself over him. Putting all your body weight on him, you slouch on his back. Finrod almost faceplants into his desk. The paper in his grasp slips when you whisper, “Human very tired. Must sleep,” right next to his ear. Your breath tickles his neck but Finrod resists the urge to move. “Wha-” his question is interrupted by a small snore. The King of Nargothrond finds himself in a predicament unlike never before.

8. Princess carry hug- Finrod looks scandalized. He turns to you with a shocked look on his face, asking for a silent explanation. “It is tradition. A race in which you carry your spouse and run,” you reply to your beloved. Around you, all the men prepare for the race. Many are busy instructing their spouses on the correct hold. The small settlement that you and Finrod are visiting emerges with a new life as everyone prepares for the Spring festival. “Should we take part?” You ask your lover whose gleaming eyes are enough of an answer to all your questions. The next moment Finrod gawks as you carry him in a princess carry. “Just checking,” you explain to your lover whose legs almost touch the ground even in your embrace. “It would be only fair that I compete with my fellow men and leave your Elvish Highness out of it.” The King of Nargothrond barely looks at you as his arms encircle your neck and his face buries in the crook of your neck. “You better win,” he whispers and you can’t stop your own bubbling laugh.

9. Hug that hides tears- A squelch of wetness overwhelms Finrod’s senses. The concerning creak and wear of your lungs are not gone unnoticed by him. The room fills with your struggling breaths. A process leaves you panting and sweating. “Stay,” you muster to say even in your delirious state. Finrod stays. He sits next to you as you hug him closer than ever. Holding him in a way that keeps him from breaking. However, the comfort of your mannish gesture does little to calm him. A sickness he wished upon himself. Something, anything to spare you of this pain. He wishes for the same doom to take him where it drags you. Next to you lay bloodied handkerchiefs. A proof of the future that awaits him. Finrod stares at your blood. He stares and wishes for it to go away. He has already prayed and pleaded with the gods who ignore him. He has scoured texts for a cure only to find the inevitability of doom. He feels his shoulders shake with grief. His petty tears make your gown wet. A gesture that helps little…but he can’t stop. But you, even in your pain and suffering hold him firm. You comfort him even as you struggle to oppress an emerging coughing fit in your lungs.

10. Hug of leave-taking- “Here,” Finrod drapes a thick coat around you as he flutters around the room. His own armor gleaming in the light of the day. He fusses around your droughts, “you must take them all at the right time,” he instructs for the tenth time in the last hour. “I will,” you reassure your beloved who seems unaffected by it like the last nine times. You find the strength to push yourself up from your bed and make your way to Finrod. “Have I not recovered already?” You ask him as you take his hands in your own. “This cure…it can help,” Finrod stammers. His voice so uncertain, so fragile. “I am sure we’ll all be fine,” you hug him. His arms close around you. “Take care on your journey. Take care of yourself,” you add as you push away the words bubbling on your tongue. The hug lasts longer and you find yourself rocking in a small dance. “I’ll wait for you,” you add before you watch him leave. The last words you say to him. For when the King of the Nargothrond returns from his excursion, he returns to you gone. You do not make him witness your fall. Your last moments are not his tears. So, you leave to die in a faraway place that hides your agony from him.

11. Hug of reunion- The bright golden world of the men blends with the silvery calm of the firstborns. After ages when Arda is unmade. It is then that Finrod, who longer remains the King of Nargothrond, neither betrothed to someone nor bound by a different world, finds you. Untouched by sorrow, pain, or disease, he finds you. A hroa that shines with the might of the Sun. Even tears escape him in a moment so precious. Without a delay, he rushes to embrace you and you run towards him. Light is all that remains as he finally gets to be with you.

[william-solace-aaaaa]

@superherokisser sorry if it's not good, it's in it's early stages😅 I haven't even properly re-read it yet to make sure it makes sense bc I'm tired and it's pretty much 12am rn, the chapter is called "cursed birthdays" but I also might change that:) also srry if it's too short I'm just rlly sleep deprived and I'm abt to pass out🥲❤️ gotta copy n paste it into tumblr now. It's 1396 words.

@nico-di-angelo-aaaaa

@camstargone

Here:

A Cursed Birthday

I woke up this morning thinking all was well, and it was just another ordinary day, for me, anyway. But no. I don't even get one birthday of peace. It's always something every year. I mean, last year,  a bunch of rats ate the cake. The year before that, my hamster, Charles,  the magnificent, committed suicide.  And this year, I get sucked into a magical portal. Yay.

It was normal. Nothing happened the entire day, and I was sceptic, to be honest. But no. The one thing that couldn't have happened (due to its... well. Impossibleness) just had to happen. Thanks a lot, God. I swear I'm cursed or something.

It was around 8 pm by the time I finally let my guard down about my evil-birthday curse. I was walking my amazing dog, Ruby. She is this adorable black and white pitbull that puts any and all other dogs to shame. So naturally, I was showing her off... at 8pm, in winter. In my defence, I'm definitely not the smartest person I know. I mean, what lunatic would be out at 8 pm in winter, in the UK? Besides me, of course.

I was walking through the nearby park, like I usually do. But this time, something had caught my eye. The park was empty except for me and Ruby, but there was an object emitting some sort of blinding light. The kind that if you were to look at it for more than a few seconds, then when you would finally look away, you would have little dots dancing around your vision. When I picked it up, which I kind of see was a bad idea, it was like holding fire. I dropped the glowing thing, and Ruby started to bark at it, the burning feeling still prickling my hand. Then, right where the object had dropped, some sort of vortex had started to open, sucking me in. The last thing I remembered after that was falling.

Thankfully, the forest that I fell into had some pretty tall trees that cushioned my fall (not really). I angelicaly landed (crashed) onto the ground.'Ow! Damn it, who put trees here?' I yelled because it really really hurt. My body made this cracking sound, and my leg had bent in a super unnatural way. There was bone and a lot of blood. A lot. I blacked out (I don't know why, though)

When I woke up, I was on a bed in a sort of cabin-like room. There were 2 green sofas against the walls facing each other, with a little coffee table in the middle and a kitchen, in which I was in the middle of on a table, not a bed, which was probably why my back hurt like hell. There were two people in the kitchen, one baking some sort of bread and the other washing some dishes.

'Ow.' I winced as I tried sitting up. Pain shooted to my leg. 'Oh! You're awake.' Both people had turned around and were now looking at me. 'Your leg was pretty badly hurt. How did you manage to do that?' The girl said, looking at me with disapproval. She had long, blonde hair that looked so straight she wouldn't have to brush it for days, and it would still have zero knots in. Her green eyes seemed to dance like a flame. She wore a lovely white dress dotted with purple flowers and all sorts of jewellery. 'What?' I questioned, still not entirely sure of what was happening.

'I found you out in the forest. You were unconscious and badly hurt, so I took you and brought you here. We had to do something about your leg, though. Sorry.' She said, which confused me until I looked down.

'AHH!' I screamed. 'Calm down, it's not that big of a deal.' The man, a strong, muscular dude with dark skin adorned with freckles that looked to be in about his forties. 'Not that big of a deal!? My leg is gone!' I yelled. 'Where did it go? I had my leg this morning.' 'Now you dont.' He replied with a proud looking smile.

'Now I- where is my leg!' I demanded. I mean, who just takes people's legs off without asking? 'I told you we should have asked, dad.' The girl said to the man. 'Exactly! Thank you!' I said. 'You guys can't just take my leg!' I yelled, directing the words at the man. 'I'm Jericho, I prefer Eric though, since you didn't even ask before you chopped my leg off!' I said (cool name, I know). 'I'm Ariel, this is my dad, Sebastian.' She said. 'Well, Ariel, lovely to meet you.' I said, shaking her hand.

'I can make you a new leg, Jericho. No need to be a baby, now, is there?' He said with a grin on his face. Rude. Before I could say an awesome comeback, he started measuring my right leg (which was still there). After a while, he walked away to go make my new leg, letting me talk with Ariel. You could tell she was one of those really pretty girls who didn't try to be pretty.

'Soo... where is this because the last thing I remember is falling out of the sky.' I said, looking at her expectingly. 'This is Emaia. Also, what did you mean "falling out of the sky?"' She questioned, looking confused and tilting her head to the side. 'Well, I was just walking my dog, Ruby, and I kinda just fell, and there was this glow-y thing and- My dog! Ruby!' I yelled, standing up from my position on the sofa, forgetting about my leg and immediately falling to the floor. 'Ow.'

I'd forgotten all about Ruby! Did she fall through with me? Is she safe? A million things were going through my head, and I didn't even notice I was hyperventilating until Ariel's dad, Sebastian, had started to shake me lightly. I had managed to tuck myself into a weird looking ball against the couch because my left leg was, well, not there. After a long, long time of uneven breathing and being told everything would be okay, I finally was able to slow my breathing. 'Sorry.' I said. I mean, I just wasted these nice (ish) people's time. 'It's alright, love,' He said in the same soothing voice he had been using for the past 10ish minutes.'Ariel had been trying to calm you down for a while by the time I came back in here because I found you a leg that would match.

He went and got me the leg, and after him showing me take it on and off, he let me look in a mirror. Well... I looked like I had just fallen out of the sky. My dark hair was more matted than usual with a few leaves sticking out, a few cuts that would easily heal on my head from falling through branches, my new leg which was made out of a amazing-looking black metal and my clothes were covered in blood. While I was checking myself out, Ariel had explained what had happened before Seb had gotten there.

'Yeah, we are probably gonna have to find you some new clothes.' He said, patting me on the shoulder. "For now, you'll just have to borrow some of mine.' He said, Ariel going upstairs and grabbing me a pair of clothes that were 1000% too big. Man, he is bulky. The outfit looked like it came directly out of the 1900s, but still, I looked at amazing as always.

The prosthetic was really weird getting used to, but after three days, I was good enough not to trip every five seconds. I didn't want to wait any longer because I didn't want Ruby to be out there any longer. In my time staying, it wasn't that hard to figure out that I was nowhere near home. These guys didn't even know what Sonic the Hedgehog was!

Me and Ariel left to go look in the forest around where she found me, and Seb had to stay because he runs a bakery! (Who would've thought.) We left at 7, after having the best food I have ever eaten, except for the cake at my aunt Jessie's funeral. That was some good cake.

[tdoong15]

hello kai, I had this little bp and twice idea In my head for a while. But what about 97 line and SMC having a playdate with maknae line of bp and cg 2yeon and Jennie/jisoo. like a fun playdate at the park with a movie marathon before nap time

Hiii Chimp this is so nice.

Little!SMC, 97 liners. Cg!2yeon, Jensoo

Warnings: none

Fun with the Pinks

Nayeon and Jeongyeon were peacefully sleeping in their shared room until they felt someone bouncing on the bed. "Mama, Mommy wake up! Rosie 'nd Lili comin' over today!" Jihyo happily yelled whilst she continued to jump on the bed even when the two woke up. "Good morning to you too Jihyo" Nayeon yawns and wakes up. Soon after Jeongyeon woke up because of the ruckus.

"What should we do? Divide and conquer?" Jeongyeon questioned Nayeon nodded her head, Jihyo was now in her arms. With that in mind Nayeon went over to collect Mina while Jeongyeon walked over to Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu's bedroom to wake up the dynamic trio.

For Nayeon it was a very very easy process since Mina was already awake and was practically buzzing with excitement. "Mama Rosie and Lili stayin' over fow fun today!" Mina giggled whilst she was picked up by Nayeon. "Yeah I can't believe it Mina!" Nayeon exaggerates her reaction. "Hey stop yappin' we need to hurry for Rosie and Lili!" Jihyo complained from the other side of Nayeon, this made the elder laugh and rush to the kitchen to get the girls ready.

The same can't be said for Jeongyeon, it wasn't because she had to deal with three littles at once, she's done that numerous times before, it was actually because all three of them were heavy sleepers. Jeongyeon goes to each girl and shakes them gently until they wake up. "Come on girls you don't want to miss out on your playdate today with Rosé and Lisa" Jeongyeon said dramatically, all three girls gasped and rushed out of bed so they could get ready for the eventful day planned.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon were half the way in sorting out the maknae line when they heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get-" Jeongyeon says before she was interrupted by the happy yells of Jihyo and Mina "ROSIE AND LILI ARE HER" They squealed in unison and ran towards the door, as soon as it opened Lisa and Rosé charged into the dorm room and went straight for Jihyo and Mina to hug them.

A few moments later Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu ran over to join the hug. "Yay we are all here!" Rosé cheered, Jennie and Jisoo had shuffled around the cluster and over to where Nayeon and Jeongyeon were. "Sorry we're a bit late the girls were extremely excited to be meeting up with all of the girls" Jennie sighed softly. "It's fine honestly, we've only just finished sorting ourselves out" Nayeon admitted. "Anyway how about we go to the park?" Jisoo asked which immediately got all of the littles attention.

"Park? Please can we go momma?" Lisa pleaded and pouts slightly at her caregivers which neither Jennie or Jisoo could resist. "Alright then we're 100% going to the park" Jennie decided which made all of the littles cheer and the other caregivers nod in agreement.

When they reached the park SMC and the 97 line decided to play tag together. Throughout the park laughter and screams were heard. That was until Tzuyu came sulking over to Nayeon and Jeongyeon "Lili isn't pwaying nice. She put in a dumb rule but it was only when I tagged her back" She complains, clearly upset over the situation. "Oh I'm sorry Tzu Tzu that's our fault Lisa and Rosé know different rules to you when it comes to tag" Jisoo apologized on Lisa's behalf because in all fairness it wasn't her fault that they were playing a different version according to Tzuyu anyway. "Oh 'kay auntie Jisoo" Tzuyu nods her head and goes back to playing with the others.

After a while all of the littles came over obviously tired after many intense rounds of tag. "Go home and watch Fwozen, please?" Dahyun questioned whilst she made her way into Nayeon's arms. The other littles were too tired to disagree with Dahyun's suggestion which was beneficial for Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Jisoo and Jennie.

When they reached Twice's dorm the caregivers gently placed the littles down on the couch before they sat down and put Frozen on. "'m gonna draw" Chaeyoung said obviously tired and it didn't take five minutes after drawing on the table for her to fall asleep completely, the same could be said for the rest of SMC; Tzuyu was already asleep and that was before they had made it home and as for Dahyun she was singing through Elsa's solo number of the popular song "Let it go" around half way through it she was asleep. However, for the 97 line it was a different case they were all fighting the urge to fall asleep because they wanted the playdate to last longer, Rosé distracted herself by singing all of the songs along with Jihyo whilst Lisa and Mina were dancing to the songs.

But it ended up failing and the girls all curled up together slowly drifting off to sleep. "Well I think this is our indication to leave" Jennie laughs softly "But we can help with taking 'Hyun, Chae and Tzu back to their room" She added on. Nayeon and Jeongyeon both agreed with the suggestion Jennie gave. So with that in mind Nayeon took Dahyun, Jeongyeon took Tzuyu, Jennie took Chaeyoung and Jisoo took Mina back to the rooms they belonged to.

After dealing with them the caregivers returned to deal with the other three littles, when Nayeon lifted up Jihyo she whined softly "Noooo 'm not sleepy 'eed to be with Rosie and Lili more" As soon as Jihyo said those words she was fast asleep and snoring softly in Nayeon's arms, on the other hand it was a similar story for Rosé who complained slightly in Jisoo's hold "Mama stay with Hyo and Mimi pwease" this was said before Rosé was completely asleep for the rest of the night. Lisa was a different story she still wanted to fight her sleep whilst being in Jennie's hold "Lisa, baby, it's okay to fall asleep it's late after all and I promise that we'll see Twice again soon." Those words made Lisa calm down and eventually give in to a peaceful slumber.

Jisoo and Jennie waved goodbye to Nayeon and Jeongyeon when they left the dorm, Nayeon and Jeongyeon waved back, Jeongyeon had closed the door behind Jennie and Jisoo to save the hassle plus she didn't want either Lisa or Rosé to wake up. During that process Nayeon had placed Jihyo in her room with Mina to sleep in.

"Well today was certainly eventful but surprisingly not chaotic like every other time they hang out" Nayeon casually mentioned. "Yeah they were more calm than normal" Jeongyeon agreed with Nayeon. They weren't complaining though and after that small discussion they also went to bed to sleep.

Hello I return with another fic. I think this is probably the longest one I've written currently but I don't mind I enjoyed writing it.

Anyway I hope you all have a great day.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 107 - Growth and Loss

Gemma and Lulu are aging up today!

Ophelia gets a few more cuddles (and raspberries) in with Gemma while she's still her little baby.

As much as she'd like it, Gemma doesn't get ALL the attention this morning.

Ophelia: Looks like you have Daddy's eyes… Maybe you got his hair too. You definitely got his appetite.

Lulu: slurps

The cake Ophelia makes is topped with far too many candles but hey, who cares when it's this cute? It's almost time for the birthday girls to age up!

Wow, that thing that's usually in Mommy and Daddy's room is downstairs now! Gemma likes babbling at whatever's inside of it. Maybe they can be friends someday.

Ophelia: Alright, muffin, guess I can't put off the inevitable. My first baby's going to be a toddler…

Xander: Lemon Cake, a toddler is still basically a baby.

Ophelia: Yeah but still…

Ophelia: Alright, here we go! Give the candles a big blow, like Mommy!

Ophelia demonstrates how to blow them out and Gemma does her best to imitate her but mostly spits all over the cake. Ophelia's definitely the one who blew them out but Gemma at least feels like she did it.

Gemma: Yay!

Gemma had one more milestone in her before she aged up! Her first word!

Gemma is now a toddler!

She's gone from cautious to independent, and she was a top-notch infant! Xander and Ophelia's love and care must have given her the confidence she needs to be an independent queen 👑

Lulu is now an infant! Much like the average Lululemon girlie after a good yoga session, Lulu is calm. I swear, I rolled such perfect traits for both girls.

Ophelia has a toddler and an infant, she needs all the help she can get because she never gets to sleep again.

Ophelia goes to the bathroom, not expecting Gemma to follow her.

Gemma: Mommy, potty!

Ophelia: Oh, do you want to try using the potty? Okay, sure thing, Gem.

To Ophelia's surprise, Gemma successfully uses the potty on her first try, no accidents or messes.

Ophelia: Good job, big girl! Let's wash our hands, okay?

Gemma's so proud of herself!

Xander gave Gemma some pureed apple and spinach for dinner, which is where we discover Gemma's first quirk: picky eater. Looks like there was a reason she was so unsure about half of the baby food she ate.

Gemma thought her dinner was yucky, but she was hungry enough to eat it all. After all, Daddy said she needs to be good because tomorrow is Winterfest! She doesn't really know what that means but Daddy's never been wrong before!

Xander takes Gemma upstairs to get her ready for bed.

Xander: Alright, muffin, time for your first night in your new big girl bed. You excited?

Gemma: Yeah!

Xander: That's the spirit!

This independent kiddo loves not being in a crib anymore.

Xander: Father Winter's coming tomorrow. Do you know who that is?

Gemma sleepily shakes her head.

Xander: He gives presents to good little boys and girls. I'm sure he'll have a great present for you.

Who doesn't love presents?

Xander tucks his daughter in and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

Xander: Night, Muffin. If you need anything, come get me or Mommy, okay?

Gemma: Otay, Daddy.

Gemma dozes off before Xander can even shut off the lights.

Ophelia's sleepy ass was trying to get some shuteye too when Sweet Potato came in and screamed until she woke up.

Ophelia: No, bad boy! You need to be quiet when we're sleeping!

Message received.

Uh oh. Looks like we just learned Gemma's second quirk: Light Sleeper.

Now that she's not in her crib anymore, she can get out and play whenever she wants!

Ophelia's still awake when she hears Gemma babbling, so she comes to take care of her rugrat.

Ophelia: Back to bed with you, missy!

She's glad she talked to Becca about her health concerns. No matter what she looks like, she knows she'll be here for her family for a long time.

Ophelia's about to go back to sleep when she gets a call from… her dad? Why's he calling? Why didn't she block his number? Guess she didn't think about it. He's never been much of a talker.

Ophelia thinks about ghosting him but her curiosity gets the best of her.

Ophelia: Hello?

Richard: Ophelia. Th-Thank you for picking up.

He sounded shaken up.

Ophelia: It's like 1 AM. Is everything okay?

He sighs deeply.

Richard: No, I… I'm afraid not.

Richard: Ophelia, it's your mother. She got hurt and the doctor, he did his best…

He swallows.

Richard: She didn't make it.

[wandering-ghost]

Welp Ghost of the Past au won the first round of @rottmnt-au-summit , Yay! And as a thank you, you get a snippet of little Leo, fair warning tho, it is angsty so you have been warned.

Leo woke up confused, whenever he woke up from a nap he usually felt really sleepy even after he slept for a really long time but this time he didn’t.

He looked around the room, he was still in the cuddle pile with his brothers, the walls were still their usual weird brown red color, and the colorful lights were still on. He got up and walked to papa’s room, maybe he could tell Leo why he felt weird.

As he walked his way through the halls he stumbled across his dad’s room. Holding a hand out to move the sliding doors his hand went right through the door. Now he wasn’t very smart like dondon but he knew that that wasn’t normal.

Pulling his hand away from the door and stretching it out again, his hand still went through the door, he held out his other hand and it also went through the door. As much it weirded him out it also excited him. If it wasn’t normal, then that meant he was special!

Squealing a bit in excitement, Leo pushed his body through the door, giggling when his body phased through without a hitch. “Daddy daddy look!” Leo squeaked, running up to his dad’s bed and going to grab onto the mattress but he also phased through it.

As fun as it was the first time it happened, it was starting to annoy him that he couldn’t touch anything, but that’s ok because daddy will fix it! ‘Daddy has to have the answers, he’s a grown up after all!” He thought. He managed to pull his body up and out of the mattress and wiggled his way to his dad.

“Daddy! Daddy wake up! Look!” Leo cried, calling out for his dad. He got frustrated when his cries got ignored and went to shake his dad up.

His hands went through his dad.

Leo let out a yelp, pulling his hands away. He held them close to his chest, tears swelled up in his eyes, this wasn’t fun anymore.

“Daddy wake up, I need help!” Leo whimpered, trying to shake his dad awake but his hands kept going through his dad, why couldn’t he touch anything? Why isn’t daddy waking up?

“Daddy! Papa! Wake up please!” Leo wailed, why couldn’t his daddy hear him? “Appa? Please… wake up… I’ll be good, I promise just please…” he cried, “don’t ignore me… please.”

His cries and attempts at waking up his dad were unsuccessful. He sniffed and clung onto the hem of his shirt. Maybe it’s his new powers that make it so his dad couldn’t hear or touch him? That had to be the reason right? his daddy still loved him right, he wasn’t just ignoring Leo because he didn’t love him anymore?

He wiped away his tears and walked back to his brothers. When he finally arrived at his destination he stumbled back a few steps, the sight surprising him.

In the turtle pile laid him. But he wasn’t sleeping with his brothers. Why was there another him sleeping with them? Panic steadily creeped up when he ran over. “Raphie donnie mikey wake up!” He cried, going to shake them awake and wailed in frustration when his hands went through each of them.

All except Mikey , “Mikey, Mikey wake up!” Leo called out to him. He cried in relief when mikey woke up, his little brother yawned and rubbed his eyes, clearly still exhausted.

Mikey glanced up at Leo before looking at the other Leo still laying on the floor against his older brother. Without so much as looking back up he went back to sleep, not noticing the heartbreak on Leo’s face.

“No no no Mikey please wake up please…” Leo whimpered, going to shake Mikey awake again but Mikey simply grumbled and went inside his shell, effectively ignoring Leo’s cries.

Leo slowly stumbled back, hands in tight balls shaking against his side, tears fell down his face at a steady pace as the situation finally dawned on him.

He couldn’t touch his family members or anything in general and they couldn’t hear him.

His legs shook and his body finally collapsed to the floor, he couldn’t touch them. He couldn’t hug them anymore, he couldn’t talk to his brothers or dad anymore, he couldn’t play with them anymore, he couldn’t tell them how much he loved them anymore.

A steady stream of tears fell down his face and he couldn’t feel them anymore.

He didn’t like being special anymore.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry CK X Reader

Context: Terry has been exhausted recently, and you use your beauty products to help him relax 💚

For the last few days, Terry has come home from the dojo looking drained. He would look pale, dark bags under his eyes and just physically deflated. Today was Terry's day off, you were already awake, but you didnt wake him up. You let him have a lie in, and he clearly needed it, as he woke up almost 2 hours later. You made him a coffee and some breakfast as he walked into the kitchen in his grey jogging bottoms and his black shirt. "I didnt know how late it was, why didnt you wake me up sweetheart?" You raise an eyebrow as you pass him his coffee. "Terry you have been working so hard recently, and it's your day off. I didnt wake you up because you deserved a lie in, and you clearly needed it babe" "thank you sweetheart" he says as he kisses your cheek. He thanks you for the coffee and breakfast, and you both finish your food. When you finish, you say to him. "Now Terry, I have an idea that I'd like to try" "what that?" "You stay in your comfy clothes your wearing, and i give you a relaxing skin treatment?" He raises an eyebrow, looking a little confused. "Its nothing bad babe. I thought i could use my skin products to give you a home made spa treatment. No makeup of course" he chuckles at you. "Well, I suppose you could give it a try" "yay! You sit in the sofa and I'll be right back" 2 minutes later, your back with your little box of beauty products, you put it next to Terry as hes sat on the sofa, and then you sit yourself on his lap. "You know sweetheart, I absolutely love it when you sit on me like this. I get a great view of your beautiful face and body" giving him a peck on the lips, you rest a hand on his chest. "Your the sweetest babe. Now, sit back and let me do my thing" he smiles as he watches you take out a pot of aloe vera facial cream, then you start applying it to his face, covering everything it needed to cover. Once you finish that, you let it soak in, and start massaging a moisturizer into Terry's hands and fingers. Already, you can see Terry relax as you treat him "wow sweetheart, I dont think I have ever actually had a beauty treatment. It feels and smells really nice. Is this what you do to yourself?" "Absolutly babe, its what I like to do when I get some time to myself" 30 minutes later, you have finished using creams and products on Terry, and you stand up to put all the products back in your box. Terry feels his hands, and strokes his face and neck. "Oh my skin feels so soft. These products are amazing. Thank you sweetheart. I really enjoyed that" "your welcome babe, anything I can do to make you feel better on your day off" you sit back on the sofa and tap on your lap, inviting Terry to lie down. He lies his head on your legs, looking up at you as you start playing with his hair, running your fingers through his beautiful Silver locks. "I love you so much Y/N" "I love you too Terry"