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Mary Magdalene released another item
Mary Magdalene released their cuffs again. I hope my order went through.
#classic lolita#lolita fashion#marymagdalenejp#mm#mary magdalene#i hope i get it#they use a order form for overseas buyers#i wonder who's running the shop now#i stayed up until 2AM to get a pair#not sure if ill figure out coords to wear it with but i really wanted to have an MM item#i wonder if I should have used a shopping service but i think they received a lot of orders again
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No but I'm still looking for the Denny's that is still in the middle of nowhere
having cis guy friends is so funny like youll ask if they wanna hang out and theyll send you to the dark woods
#no joke#my brother. fresh out of the house. 19#years old. rolls up to our house right after midnight with a car full of teenagers. tells me and my little sister to get in.#obviously we're asking questions. where are we going. how long are we going to be gone. what are we doing. why are all these people in here.#and a big ol barn that quite literally looks like it's from a Scooby Doo snapshot. it's falling apart#the whole shebang#he answers NONE of them.#so we get in the back seat. I'm being gay with my friend at the time. and we're chilling listening to tunes on the radio.#except now they're talking about a Denny's. i look to the front seat where my brother is driving and he pulls up pictures on his phone#of the inside of somebody's. house. What?#and if that wasn't weird enough. we had already driven 20 minutes off a sideroad into the middle of nowhere. nothing but grass#and a big ol barn/farmhouse that looks like it came straight out of a Scooby Doo snapshot. it's dark as hell out. the lone building appearin#blue in the dark. with a single orange lantern lit hanging from the top. i look to my brother who has never lead me astray before.#and I feel like i am part of Scooby Doo. five teenagers in a car. in the middle of the night. wondering where the hell Denny's went.#now finally my brother has some wits to him. and we take a tight u turn and turn ourselves around. good. shows over right? WRONG.#this bitch pulls up YET ANOTHER place on his phone and starts driving 15 MINUTES UP ONTO A DIRT ROAD AND KEEPS DRIVING.#we're going to a haunted bridge boys!#in the middle of the night! at like 3am! the witching hour! great plan broski. sounds awesome. good thinking there.#we get to this haunted bridge. and this mf is barely 5ft across. but the water below is dark and murky and my lil sis INSISTS she sees a#dude down below. so I'm silently freaking out because what the hell do i say to that. she's like. 13. i tell her it'll be okay. because#that's what big/middle bros do. we drive over the bridge. nothing happens. cue relaxation. my brother is audibly disappointed#âwell that was uselessâ bro you almost took us to Denny's in some cannibalistic farmdudes basement. i think I'll take the barely haunted#bridge. my brother. who still wants to show us an adventure. and probably save face in front of his friends. flips us around yet again and#starts heading off into a whole NEW direction. towards the World's Largest Gas Station!#it is like 4am by now. we're hungry. we're cramping. losing our marbles with exhaustion. and still processing our latest episode with the#Mystery Machine. so fine. I'm taking a nap. just don't get us killed in the long run.#we survived. btw. if that wasn't obvious. and we did actually make it to The World's Biggest Gas Station. and it was pretty fun.#as far as gas stations go at least. i got some honey sticks and a lollipop in the shape of a bear. i don't really like honey. but it wascute#there were walls FILLED with stuffed animals.a whole clothing department. a candy shop. and even a full fledged restaurant on the other side#i think there were even two levels to it? i can't remember. but anyways. we eat. we leave. we survive. end of story.
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the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?
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Late Night
Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! ReaderÂ
Genre: Smut, gentle and romantic
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: Your friendly neighbor Clark Kent comes to your door one evening, allowing for the two of you to finally grow your relationship.
Warnings: This is not proofread what so ever, gentle/sort of shy Clark, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, p in v sex.Â
a/n: Idk rn but I genuinely can't wait for David Corenswet to be Superman (Henry Cavill is so hot tho...). Iâm already imagining how perfect he's gonna be as Clark Kent. As always, send me any requests you have and I hope you enjoy!
For months now, you had been quietly pining for the man who lived across the hall from me in our unassuming apartment building. His name was Clark Kent, and there was something about him that was utterly endearing. It wasn't just his chiseled jawline or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, but the kindness he exuded, the way he always had a helping hand ready for anyone in need.Â
You had become something like friends, sharing the occasional awkward small talk as we passed by with our shopping bags or recyclables. You had seen him in various stages of undress, coming back from his midnight runs, his superhero-like physique hidden under loose-fitting t-shirts and sweatpants.Â
Something that had fueled your evening pleasure sessions, everytime your eyes fell closed you could remember the image of his hardened abs, his huge and muscular arms.Â
On a warm summer evening, there was a knock at your door. It was Clark, the guy from across the hall. He stood there sheepishly, his hand running through his black hair.Â
He wore a white shirt that was unbuttoned and messy. He held a bottle of wine in one hand. "Hey", he said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I was wondering if I could get a favor?"
âSure whatâs up?â you give him a small smile, your eyes fall on his exposed chest before quickly flicking back to his face. His heart rate increased as he realized that you could see through the thin fabric of his shirt the toned muscles of his chest covered in a light layer of hair.
He cleared his throat, composing himself, holding up the bottle of wine. "I, umm, I was wondering if I could borrow your corkscrew. I lost mine."
âYeah, of course. Come on in.â you move to the side, allowing him to come in. Your mind clouding with desire as he towers over you, his cologne filling your senses.Â
He steps into your apartment, the tight space meaning his body brushes against yours slightly as he passes. The contact between you both is brief, but it's enough to send a shiver down his spine as he enters.
Your cheeks flush slightly as you realize your own appearance, wearing just a button down top that is unbuttoned enough for him to see your cleavage and your underwear. You awkwardly lead him to the kitchen, arm subconsciously moving to cover your breasts as you turn around, handing him the corkscrew.Â
"Uh, thanks." He says as he takes the corkscrew from you. Even with your arm draped over yourself, he can't help but notice the glimpse of exposed skin, his eyes lingering before he catches himself and averts his gaze, forcing himself to stay focused on the task at hand.
He starts to open up the bottle, the action allowing him to look away from your figure for a moment and compose himself, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to concentrate.Â
Your hand reaches out, fingers brushing over his. âOh yeah this thing is weird, you kinda have to do it a particular way.â you murmur, taking the bottle from him as you fumble with the screw.Â
He bites his lip as your fingers brush over his, his stomach swirling at the touch of your hand. He watches as you take the bottle from him, his eyes fixated on your every movement as you try to open the bottle.
"Thanks," he mutters, his voice low and a bit shaky. His eyes wander down, his gaze drawn to the way your top fits, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage.Â
âMhm,â you reply as you pull the cork out, a small splash of wine staining your collar. You bite down on your lip while setting the bottle down, fingers rubbing the fabric. His eyes widen slightly as he watches the droplet of wine slide down your collar, the stains on the fabric making it even more translucent.Â
Clark swallows hard, his mind wandering to inappropriate and ungentlemanly thoughts. He clears his throat, trying to look away, but he can't help but notice the way your fingers are now rubbing at the fabric, the motion only drawing his attention further to your chest.
You glance over him, hand falling from your shirt as you give him a soft grin, noticing the way his gaze lingers.Â
His gaze flicks up to meet yours, his cheeks flushed. He realizes he's been caught staring, his eyes having been fixated on the way your hand moves over the fabric of your shirt, the motion stirring something deep within him.
"I, umm..." he stutters, his words failing him as he feels his throat dry up. He swallows slowly, forcing himself to focus on something else. "Thanks, for helping me open the bottle," he manages to say. He shifts on his feet, trying to discreetly adjust himself as he feels his jeans becoming a bit tighter.
âOf course, do you want to share the bottle? Or do you have someone waiting for you?â you move slightly closer to him.Â
His heart quickens as you come closer, his mouth going dry as your proximity makes it all that much more difficult to concentrate. He glances down at the bottle sitting on the counter, his mind racing with desire and indecision.
"No," he says, his voice low and a bit huskier than usual. "There's no one waiting for me." He looks back up at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of nervousness and something more forbidden. "I'd like to share the bottle with you."
âPerfect.â You smile, stepping closer as you reach for the cabinet behind him, your chest pressing into his ever so slightly. You open the door, reaching for two glasses ââhis breath hitches as he feels your body press against him, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through him.Â
Your chest rubs against his, and he can feel the weight and softness of you against his body. The proximity is driving him mad, his mind clouded by primal desires he's trying to keep in check.
He bites his lip, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the counter, trying to maintain his composure. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before he opens them again, his gaze fixed on your every move.
You step back, with the glasses in hand. âWe could watch a movie?â you prompt as you pour some wine into the cups, silently enjoying the way he reacted to your touch.Â
He nods, his mind still racing as he tries to calm his racing thoughts and the growing hardness in his pants. "Yeah, a movie sounds good," he mutters, his voice coming out a bit more hoarse than he'd liked.
As you pour the wine, his eyes follow your every move, the way your fingers grip the bottle, the way the liquid flows into the glasses. It's all too tantalizing for him. "What do you feel like watching?" He asks, trying to keep his voice level and casual.
âHow about you choose?â you hand him a glass, taking yours in hand along with the bottle as you walk into the living room. Taking a seat down on the couch you sip on the wine, your eyes follow his every move, drinking in his muscular form.Â
He tries to stay composed, forcing himself to look away and focus on the task at hand. Clark walks over to the DVD collection and scans the titles, his mind unfocused and his thoughts still lingering on you. After a moment of browsing, he picks a movie at random, inserting it into the player.
"All set." He says, returning to the couch and taking a seat beside you. You pull at the hem of your shirt, trying to prevent it from riding up too much while taking another sip of your drink.Â
âGreat.â you smile, sucking your lip between your teeth as you admire his side profile. He can't help but notice the way you fidget with your shirt, the action drawing his mind to places he shouldn't be going at the moment.Â
He struggles to keep his eyes focused on the screen, his gaze keeping wandering over to you, admiring your features and the way the fabric clings to your body. Clark takes a long sip from his glass, the alcohol doing little to calm his racing thoughts and desires. He shifts in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself as his jeans grow even tighter.
âIs everything alright?â you notice his movements and set your cup on the coffee table, scooting slightly closer to him. His eyes widen slightly as you move closer, the proximity sending a fresh wave of desire through him. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.
"Yeah," he responds, his voice a little hoarse. "Everything's fine, just...adjusting." He glances over at you, his gaze lingering on your figure, his eyes tracing over the curves where your shirt clings to you, the way your position inadvertently exposes more skin.
âClark?â your knee brushes against his thigh as you scoot closer. He stiffens as your knee brushes against him, the casual touch sending a jolt through him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he tries to maintain his composure.
When he hears his name, the way you say it, so soft and gentle, almost a whisper, it sends a shiver down his spine. He looks over at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with desire. "Yeah?" He manages to respond, his voice a bit shaky.
âAre you.. seeing anyone?â you chew on your cheek as you search his eyes. At your question, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty crosses his face. He holds your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity.
"No," he says finally, his voice steady and sincere. "I'm not seeing anyone." He swallows, his nerves getting the better of him as he wonders where this conversation is going. He can't help but feel a flicker of hope and anxiety at the same time.
Your eyes light up as you press a hand to his thigh, âThen⌠well I hope iâm not misreading the situation,â you murmur, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It's unexpected, but oh so welcome.Â
His eyes widen for a brief moment, before closing as he melts into the kiss. Every cell in his body seems to come alive, the taste of your lips on his sending him into a dizzying spiral of emotions.
His hand comes up to cup your jaw, his touch gentle as he leans into the kiss, deepening it as he loses himself in the moment. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip as he presses his chest against yours, pushing your back into the plush fabric of your couch.Â
Your bodies meld together, your back sinking into the cushion as he bears down on you. His tongue teases your lip, requesting entry which you give him without hesitation.
His heart races as he feels the soft give of your body against his chest, the heat and pressure of your bodies mingling together.
His hand runs over your side, his touch gentle but firm as it moves over the curves of your body, his hand sneaking under the fabric of your shirt, needing to feel your skin against his. You lean back, gasping for air as his fingers explore your body.Â
He takes your gasp as an opportunity to trail his lips along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he nips and kisses his way down your neck.
His hand moves under your shirt, slowly, his fingertips dancing across your bare skin, mapping out each contour and dip of your body. He groans softly against your throat as he feels your warm, supple flesh under his fingers. You feel so good against him, it's almost overwhelming.
âClark..â you gasp his name as he unbuttons your shirt swiftly. He loves the way you say his name, the sound of it coming from your lips making his own name sound like a prayer.
He unfastens the buttons of your shirt, revealing more and more of your body to his hungry eyes. He peels back the fabric, his hands roaming over your now-exposed skin, his fingers tracing over your stomach and up to your chest.
He presses his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, tasting your scent, committing it to memory. âClark..â you moan his name again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he kisses down your chest, hands landing on your breasts.Â
His name slips from your lips again, the sound like a sweet melody in his ears. He can feel the pressure of your fingers on his shoulders, the touch driving his desire even higher.
His mouth travels down your chest, his kisses feather light and seductive as he moves over your breasts. His hands follow his mouth, palms cupping your breasts as he starts to massage the soft flesh.
He moans against your skin, his touch almost reverent. His body thrums with an aching need, the desire to be closer to you nearly overwhelming as he captures your lips in another hungry kiss. He cups your breasts in his hands, his fingers kneading the supple flesh as they press into your skin. His touch is soft but firm, his hands large enough to cover them completely
Clark pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping his eyes locked with yours. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving with anticipation. He can feel your heart racing beneath his palms as he gently caresses your breasts. "Are you sure about this?" He whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I don't want to rush you." His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
You smile up at him, placing a soft hand on his cheek. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you reply, your voice barely above a murmur. The sincerity in your tone sends a thrill through him, confirming that this is what you both want.
He nods, his expression serious as he leans back down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate. He savors the taste of you, the feel of your body pressed against his. His hand slides up to the back of your neck, cradling it as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue.
As the kiss lingers, he slowly starts to unbutton the rest of your shirt, taking his time to reveal each new inch of your skin. His eyes never leave yours, watching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. You melt into him, your own hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as the fabric of your shirt falls away.
The moment your skin is fully exposed, the air in the room seems to crackle with tension. He leans down to press a line of soft, wet kisses along your collarbone, feeling your body shiver beneath his touch. He takes a moment to just look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Your cheeks flush with pleasure as he says the words, his eyes devouring your exposed flesh. He takes his time, kissing and caressing every inch of your body, his hands moving in a slow, tantalizing dance that leaves you trembling with need. Each touch is a promise of what's to come, each kiss a declaration of his desire for you.
The room is filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and the soft whispers of your names on each other's lips. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but you both know that the slow burn of this moment is only making the fire between you grow hotter.
Clark finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling gently as he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. You arch your back, gasping at the sensation, your hands tightening in his hair. He teases and worships each peak, his tongue swirling and flicking, drawing out your moans of pleasure.
As you lay there, the warmth of his mouth on your skin, the softness of the couch beneath you, and the gentle pressure of his body above, you can't help but feel that this is exactly where you're meant to be. With each tender kiss and caress, he's claiming you, and you're willingly giving yourself to him.
The movie on the TV becomes background noise as the only thing that matters is the connection growing stronger between you both. His kisses trail down your stomach, his hands skimming over your hips to the waistband of your underwear.
He kisses the skin just above the waistband, the heat of his breath making you squirm. "I want to make this perfect for you," he murmurs, his eyes looking up at you for approval. You nod, unable to form words as your breath catches in your throat.
He takes his time, pulling down your underwear in one smooth motion, exposing your most intimate parts to his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he looks at you, but he keeps his touches feather-light, his mouth hovering just above your skin without making contact.
Clark takes a deep breath, savoring the moment as he gazes down at your exposed body. He gently kisses the soft skin of your inner thighs, moving closer to the apex of your legs. His eyes are filled with a fiery hunger that makes your heart race even faster. He presses a soft kiss to your mound, feeling you tense up at the contact.Â
Then, with a gentle caress, he parts your legs wider, his gaze never leaving yours. You can see the desire in his eyes, and it only fuels the fire burning within you. With a soft sigh, he lowers his mouth to you, his tongue tracing the seam of your folds with the lightest touch. You moan, your body trembling as he starts to explore you, taking his time to learn every curve and sensitive spot.Â
Each touch is a declaration of his intention to worship you, to take things slow and savor every second of this shared intimacy. His fingers join his mouth, gently teasing and exploring, bringing you closer to the edge with every stroke. The room is filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and soft whimpers, the only soundtrack to this passionate symphony of desire.
Clark continues his gentle exploration, his tongue circling your clit with a patience that borders on agonizing. He's not in a hurry; he wants to savor every moment of this, to make sure you feel loved and desired. His fingers slide into your wetness, curling gently as he begins to stroke you internally, matching the rhythm of his tongue.Â
You can't help but whimper, your eyes squeezed shut as the sensations build within you. He's so attentive, so in tune with your body's responses that you feel like you're floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. Each kiss, each caress is a testament to the connection growing between you, and you know that this is just the beginning of a night that will change everything.
Clark's eyes never leave yours as he shifts his position, aligning his body with yours. His hand moves to guide himself, and with a gentle nod from you, he begins to press into you. His movements are slow and deliberate, his expression one of intense concentration as he tries to read your every reaction. You can feel the tip of him pushing against your entrance, the anticipation of what's to come making you squirm.
As he enters you, he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a soothing balm to the building passion. He's so big, so thick, but he's so gentle that it's almost a surprise when he's fully sheathed inside you. You gasp, your eyes flying open, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation of being filled by him.
He waits, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain or discomfort. When he sees none, he starts to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm that makes your toes curl. Each thrust is met with a soft moan from your lips, his name slipping from your mouth like a prayer as he fills you completely.
The feeling of him inside you is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's as if your bodies are made for this, as if every inch of him is meant to be connected to every inch of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your hands sliding down to grip his firm ass as he moves within you.
The room seems to spin around you, the only constant is the feeling of him, the sound of your hearts beating in sync. He kisses you again, his movements becoming more urgent as the passion takes over. You can feel him thickening, growing even more inside you, and you know that he's getting closer to the edge.
You whisper for him to go faster, to give you more, and he responds eagerly, his strokes deepening and quickening. Your body responds in kind, your hips rising to meet his, the friction between you building until it's almost unbearable. You're both so close, the tension coiled tight in your stomachs, ready to snap.
And then, with one final, deep thrust, it does. You cry out, your body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. He follows shortly after, his own release shaking his body as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
For a moment, you just lay there, your bodies entwined, your hearts racing. Then, with a soft sigh, he pulls back, his eyes searching yours for any signs of regret. But all he sees is pure satisfaction, a mirror to what's reflected in his own gaze. He leans down to kiss you gently, a soft promise of more to come.
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very mild 18+ simon riley x reader
lmaoo i can't breathe Simon Riley is just a man.
atleast to you.
when he's home, all he is to you is dry humor, a couple beers every night, sat in front of the tv on his spot on the couch, the game is playing - some soccor or rugby match. he doesn't wear his mask, his clothes are a simple t-shirt and some pair of shorts he just threw on.
he uses your shampoo and conditioner, as much as it pisses you off because it's expensive and for some reason he uses half the fucking bottle everytime he's home, but when he does the groceries he still comes home with '2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner' he wouldâve got the '3 in 1' but the last time he did that he got no head for 3 weeks.
he'll go to the pub, take you out, pushes the trolley, holds your bag, let's you dress how you want it, belly gets a little soft because he eats food like he's never ate before, buy you anything you want even after the 'do you really need it though?' talk.
he's bit lazy on workouts only goes on the occasional run, but will fuck you whenever you want; always vanilla and only gets rough when you ask.
he will say he'll fix whatever appliance needs tending too but won't do it right away, starts the occasional handyman job at odd times.
it's just - he's so mundane and normal that you'd never know just how dangerous he is ???? like he so carefully hides that side from you. seriously. when he's home, he throws his gear in the bottom of his closet in a box, locking Ghost away and just existing as Simon.
even when the rest of the task force come around on the occasion. they're so normal and are just... men. yelling at the tv during a sport match. teasing each other. stealing snacks and helping with cleaning. they never speak about work and when you ask them, it's always a smile and shrug, "just another day really." "little boring and slow." "oh not too bad." their answers are so half-assed, that you don't even ask anymore; which is what they want.
but you really aren't missing anything. not when you don't even know what you're missing out on.
it's crazy, because he even keeps Ghost hidden when you're being harassed by men. whether that be when you're shopping or just going for a walk.
he'll loop an arm around your waist or over your shoulder, look at the guy with a grin - that's more of a sneer, "can i help you, mate?" he'll drawl. his stature and stare is enough to make the man who had been harassing you back off.
"what a freak..." you mutter with a roll of your eyes, letting Simon guide you away as he presses a kiss to your temple, a deep chuckle leaving him.
around midnight you wake up to Simon in the laundry room washing his hands. he doesn't blink or hesitate when you wonder in and wrap your arms around his waist. "what're you doing?" you mumble, sleepy eyss dropping to the sink.
Simon's hands are red, and you would be alarmed, should be alarmed. but how could you when Simon hums softly, a sound that rumbles deep from his throat, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. he's so warm and casual that you don't even do a touble take seeing the blood.
"caught a rat. right pest they are. the trap i set snapped it clean in half." Simon's mutters, he raises a bloodied hand to you, sniggering when you crinkle your nose up in disgust and step away from him.
"ew, i'm going back to bed." you huff, yawning and leaving him to what he was doing.
Simon laughs softly as you head off. "just be a sec, love." he says as you go. all he receives is a yawn and a tired 'mhm'.
he cleans his hands and then his phone chimes. he pulls it out and it's a private message.
'getting rid of your pest now, LT.'
image attached
Simon opens the picture and sure enough there's the man from earlier in the boot of a car. all bloodied like Ghost left him.
Simon heads back upstairs to your shared room, you quietly snoozing away. you don't steer or wake as the closet door opens and Simon's putting his mask back in with his gear. No. Ghost is too quiet to let you wake from such a warm and sweet sleep.
he turns from the closet after putting everything away and changing clothes. he crawls into his side of the bed and wraps his arms around you. letting your body nestle back into his side. limbs tangling together.
just you and your simon.
a/n: inspired by a tik tok video on how he is just a man lmaooo
#my post#x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon x reader#ghost cod#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#cod mwii
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Can you please do a part two of the Sebastian fluff where he lets his thoughts get the best of him and gets anxious that reader now sees him as a monster because of what they read on his document so he prepares extra good items and plans to give them heavy discounts and even some free but reader barges in like
"MANTIS SHRIMP??? PUNCH SOMETHING RIGHT NOW"
And after a bit of reassuring(possibly some punching too bc reader is too starry-eyed for him to say no to em) Seb realizes he trully never had anything to worry about and just, generally grows fonder of reader?
Ps. Adore your writing, keep up the awesome work!!
"God, why did I let them take it? Stupid, stupid, stupid.."
Sebastian couldn't stop beating himself up, even though he knew he shouldn't care about the opinion of any human sent by Urbanshade--especially one of the "expendable" class.
Yet because it was you, specifically--who was currently in possession of his document--he began to wonder what you'd think of him once you found out the truth:
That he was nothing but a horrible monster. Plain and simple.
If not the knowledge that he was a hideous chimera of several sea creatures' DNA...then surely the revelation that he caused the lockdown of the Blacksite would ultimately make you resent him.
He released all those creatures, who stopped at nothing to prevent you from reaching the crystal and had you running, fighting, or hiding for your life.
He was responsible for all the injuries you've sustained while crawling into his shop, desperately needing a medkit and a place to rest.
He would understand if you'd never want to visit him again after what they documented about him..but the image of your furious expression and overthinking the words you'd possibly say to him left him feeling incredibly anxious.
Suddenly, Sebastian found himself gathering more supplies. Medkits, code breakers, and every light source he had currently in the shop, trying to market down whatever he could. He was even willing to let you take batteries for free...which was something he'd never normally do.
Would it be enough to make up for everything horrific you discovered about him and the terrors he indirectly put you through? Absolutely not.
Was he willing to try it anyways just for the small chance that you'd keep visiting him? Maybe.
No other human has shown him a single ounce of kindness or gratitude for his services. Nobody except you, of course, and he refused to lose that.
-thump, thump-
"Shit.." He froze, hearing movement in the vent duct, hands trembling for his light to shine brighter. Part of him wishes he could stay in the dark, as he didn't wanna see your face and whatever hurt expression it could possibly hold.
But he knew it'd be rude if you actually needed to buy something, so he forced himself to look as your familiar figure crawled out of the small opening. You seemed out of breath, like you were just running from something, and stood up to dust the dirt off your pants.
"Sebastian..I need to know something, and you need to be 100% honest with me."
The moment you pulled out his document, the shopkeeper could feel his heart sink.
"Wh..What did you want to know?" He asked, already bracing himself for the worst.
You sounded dead serious, and he was convinced you were finally going to let him have it.
You were going to force him to explain himself and his actions, and tell him what a monster he truly was. Literally and metaphoric-
"Its it true that you have mantis shrimp DNA????"
Silence.
Of all the possible outbursts he expected from you, that certainly didn't cross his mind.
Sebastian just stared down at you, utterly dumbfounded. He blinked several times, unsure if he was truly seeing the wide smile and starry-eyed look on your face.
He had been waiting for a deep scowl, eyes full of anger and betrayal and sadness that he wasn't the "friend" he claimed himself to be when you first visited his shop.
Yet now? He saw nothing but pure delight in your expression.
"Um..yes. But of alllll the things you read about me, that shocked you the most?" He was still treading carefully.
"Well, it sucks that you were an innocent guy who got thrown into a shitty situation." You gestured to him, frowning a little. "And I'm sorry you never saw justice, but...it's just SO cool that you're part mantis shrimp!" A grin returned to your face. "They've fascinated me for years! I used to watch videos of them all the time. Did you know the velocity of just one of their punches is equal to a .22 caliber bullet-?"
"Stop." He put a hand up, huffing. "At least some part of you must resent me. I mean...helloooooo, did you skip over the bit where I'M the reason those monsters are after you?! There's no way you could've ignored that..unless your brain turned off the moment you read "mantis shrimp"."
"I read everything, Sebastian." You huffed back. "Look, if I ever had to go through what you did..I think I'd wanna rebel, too. And as much as those monsters scare me, they've probably endured the same experiments as you. They probably felt just as trapped and afraid. You must see at least a few of them as your friends, right?"
"Eyefestation and the PAInter are the only ones I consider "acquaintances"." He answered after a long pause, shoulders slumped. "The anglers are primitive, but they recognize me as the one who freed them, so they don't bother me or my shop. The only creature that tends to be an issue is-"
-thump-
-thump-
Tensing, you looked over your shoulder to see a Wall Dweller emerge from the vent behind you, its mouth split open and drooling with hunger, standing on two legs.
"-that." Sebastian glared at the creature; and before it could run away, he blocked the entrance with his tail fin. "Oh no you don't." He swooped over to grab ahold of its head with his third hand, causing it to shriek and kick its legs as he held it up high. "You seriously need to stop eating my customers when they're trying to BUY SOMETHING!!"
The Dweller just growled at him, to which he ignored it and glanced down at you. "What should I do with this thing?"
"Punch it!" You grinned, your fists balled up in front of you as you hopped up and down. "I wanna see how fast you could throw one!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Pleeeeaaase?"
"..ugh, if it gets that stupid puppy-eyed look off your face, fine." He looked back at the Dweller, grinning widely as he cracked his knuckles. "You wanna eat something so bad? Try this."
"....grahh-?"
In a blinding flash, his fist went through the creature's skull, effectively turning its head into dust. Then he dropped the whole body onto the ground with a grimance. "Eugh..never done that before.."
Then he looked down at you again, seeing your smile brighten. "Hope that made you happy."
"It did, that was amazing!" You laughed, kneeling down to rip off a chunk of the Dweller's flesh. He eyed you strangely, his expression changing to a look of horror as you shoved a piece in your mouth.
"What the f...why would you eat that?!"
"It's okay! I've had this stuff before." You swallowed, feeling rejuvenated already.
"B....Before?! What you're eating is clay and acid-"
"Actually, it's fresh meat. Reminds me of poultry, almost. I found a document somewhere saying that it has regenerative properties." You explained to Sebastian, whose eyes only widened the more you talked. "I didn't believe it at first until I saw the Angler kill one. I was hungry and...eating it healed my electrical burn somehow."
".......why was that not in its actual document?" He muttered.
You shrugged, ripping out another piece and offering it to him. "Care for a bite?"
"I'll..pass. But thanks." Lowering his body closer to you, he frowned. "Are you absolutely sure that-?"
"I'm sure."
"..you didn't even know what I was going to-"
"You were worried about my reaction to your file. I could tell from the discount signs and how you were scared to even look at me."
"............."
"But I promise it doesn't change anything, okay? We're still friends, Sebastian, and I'll still swing by to do business with you." You reassured him, smiling as you patted the back of his hand, before noticing the bandage on his third arm seemed bloody. "Um..when's the last time you changed that?"
"...oh this? Erm..it's fine." He attempted to hide it behind his back. "Nothing you should be concerned abou-"
"Too late. It's my concern now. Let me repay you for saving my tail."
He had no time to protest, as you were already on your feet and running for the medkit that was on the table. You weren't worried about getting to the next zone right now.
Not that Sebastian planned on kicking you out anytime soon.
No.
Now that he was able to confide in you, he was genuinely beginning to enjoy your company--especially as you asked him to rest his arm across your lap. From there, your gentle hands went to work changing the bandage out for a fresh one, using an alcohol spray to keep the wounds from getting infected.
He hissed and cursed a few times at the stinging pain, but not once did he try to get you to stop.
Suddenly, it all began to hit him in this exact moment.
You were willingly playing nurse to a giant sea monster that has killed a man and was responsible for the terrifying things you had to witness down here.
He couldn't understand..but at the same time he felt relieved that all along he had nothing to worry about.
"Th-That's fine..thank you.."
Hearing a sniffle, you glanced up as Sebastian hastily took his arm away, "standing" back up and turning away from you. You just smiled and patted his tail comfortingly, not saying a word as you waited for him to collect himself.
For once, that snarky and sarcastic fish you've come to know was gone, and he was letting his walls down, finally realizing he could trust you.
Eventually he fell silent, and you wondered what to do now. You bought everything you wanted to earlier, so you didn't wanna overstay your welcome-
"Do you mind staying for a little bit longer?"
The question surprised you, but you smiled and nodded. "Sure. As long as you don't mind, shrimpy."
There was a pause, and he slowly looked back at you, pouting. "Big talk coming from someone as tiny as you, friend." He playfully sneered.
You just laughed and shook your head, glad to see him in better spirits.
Thanks to that scrambler on his back, you didn't have to worry about HQ getting on your ass about continuing the mission or threatening detonation.
You could definitely stay awhile and ramble about more mantis shrimp facts to Sebastian...if he was willing to hear them, of course.
#fluff is served <3#clanask#anonymous#roblox x reader#pressure x reader#roblox pressure x reader#sebastian solace#sebastian solace x reader#fluff
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Letâs be Honest
Simon Riley (Bodyguard) x Reader!!
(mdni 18+)
Your father is an undercover investigator working a dangerous case on a human trafficking ring. Unfortunately, they somehow discovered his intentions, and now they're out for revenge. So, theyâve put a bounty on your head, claiming youâre worth millions to whoever is able to find you and sell you to the best bidder. Despite the danger, your father canât abandon his mission as there were other lives on the line. Heâs too close to cracking the case, rescuing the victims. To protect you, he hired someone no one would see coming for them and that was going to be protecting you. He hired a Ghost.
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The moment you saw the brute, you couldnât believe it. This 6â3â, 220lb, constantly masked man was supposed to be by your side for who knows how long. The sheer size of him was intimidating enough, but the mask? It kept you wondering what kind of man was beneath it.
You couldnât argue with your father, though. He wanted you safe, and you werenât about to be taken and sold off to some creep. So, you dealt with it. But now itâs been two months too long. Two damn months of constant monitoring, endless rules, and the same warnings: 'You need to listen to me Y/n,' 'Stay by my side,' or âItâs not safe.' It was honestly getting sickening at the fact he had complete control over your day to day life now.
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âI was thinking of going shopping today, get some fresh air,â you say, taking a bite of your breakfast. He stands near the window, eyes scanning the street outside like he always does. âMaybe,â he says, his voice low, almost disinterested. You roll your eyes. âJesus Christ, why not? Itâs just us walking down the street, Simon.â
You started using his real name after weeks of pestering him to tell you. It felt weird calling him âGhostâ all the timeâlike something out of a video game. What good was being around someone this long if you didnât even know their name?
He glances back at you, his expression unreadable behind the maskâif thereâs an expression at all. Then, just as silently, he turns back to the window. âYou never know.â You put your fork down and stop eating, âSimon, I canât keep going days without stepping foot outside, iâm literally going insaneâ, he steps away from the window and pulls a chair out to sit beside you. âEverything I do and everything I say is to protect you, that is the whole reason I am hereâ. you looked into his hauntingly dead eyes. âPlease you canât keep me trapped in these wallsâ. You say with hesitation in your voice wondering if this will be another useless plea to let him agree for you to get out the house. He paused for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. You smile, âoh my gosh really? we can go?!â you say quickly standing from your chair in excitement. âyes. but the moment I feel something is off we leave, immediatelyâ he says sternly. You were already putting your plate away and running to your room to get ready.
You visited a few of your favorite stores near your house, picking up small items here and there. Simon stayed close, as usual, walking silently beside you. As you stepped out of another shop, he leaned in slightly, his voice low. âWeâre going to one more store, then weâre heading home. Do you understand?â You shot him a side-eye but nodded, not in the mood for another argument.
The last stop was the lingerie shopâyou had been eyeing their new fall line for weeks. You grabbed a few panties and bras before something else caught your eye: the most stunning, sexy set youâd ever seen. You had to try it on. Walking into the dressing room, you slipped out of your clothes and into the delicate lace set. The fabric felt luxurious against your skin. You peeked your head out, only seeing Simon waiting, his posture as stoic as ever. You stepped out to check yourself in the mirror, admiring the way the set hugged your curves. From the corner of his eye, Simon caught sight of you. His jaw clenched almost immediately as he tried to keep his focus elsewhere, but it was impossible. Heâd been around you every day for two months, and he had seen plentyâyour tight shirts with no bra, shorts that barely covered anything. Heâd always kept his cool, reminding himself that you were off-limits, and he took care of himself whenever you were asleep or when he took a shower. But seeing you now, in something so revealing, stirred something deeper in him that made his jeans tighten. He forced himself to remain still, but the tension in his body betrayed his thoughts. Respect for your father, the jobâthose were the only things keeping him from acting on what he felt. And he had to keep it that way, or at least he was trying to.
You caught Simonâs gaze in the mirror, and for a moment, the air between you seemed to shift. His eyes were unreadable behind the mask, but you could feel something he wasnât saying. You quickly looked away, clearing your throat. âWhat do you think?â you asked casually, but your pulse quickened. You didnât know why you even askedâit wasnât like you cared what he thought about lingerie. Or did you?
He blinked, caught off guard. âAbout what?â
âThe lingerie,â you teased, crossing your arms. âI thought Iâd get a professional opinion.â His jaw tightened more, but you caught the flicker of something in his eyes. âYou donât need my opinion.â You stepped a little closer, testing his boundaries. âMaybe I do.â He stayed still, but you could see the tension in his stance. His voice, when he spoke, was low. âYouâre making this harder than it needs to be.â You laughed lightly. âWhat? Shopping?â His eyes met yours, and for a second, there was nothing but silence between you. âNo,â he said softly, almost reluctantly. âThis.â The weight of his words hung in the air. For a moment, neither of you moved. His response was a beat too slow. âYou should hurry up,â he muttered, his voice deeper than usual. You rolled your eyes, but his tone made your skin tingle. There was something about the way he held himself that made you wonderâdid he see you the way you were starting to see him? You slipped back into the dressing room to change, but the tension lingered, thick in the air. When you came out, dressed again, Simon stood up immediately, his shoulders tense. âLetâs go.â The rest of the walk home was quiet, but you couldnât shake the feeling that something between you had shifted.
You walked into the house, setting your bags down and slipping off your shoes. Simon followed closely behind, immediately locking the door and heading to the windows like he always did, scanning the outside for any sign of danger. But your mind was elsewhere, replaying that one wordâthisâover and over again.
What did âitâ mean? You had to know.
âSimon,â you called out softly, still unable to meet his eyes. âWhat did you mean earlier?â He stiffened immediately, turning to face you. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but heâd been hoping you would let it go. He didnât mean to let that word slip out, and now he was trying to think of a way around it. âWhat do you mean?â His tone was even, but there was a slight edge to it, a hint of tension. You swallowed, gathering your courage. âYou said I was making this hard. Iâm not sure what that means⌠I want you to tell me.â Finally, you looked up at him, meeting his gaze. For a moment, Simon just stared at you, his jaw clenching and unclenching like he was fighting with himself. His silence hung in the air, thick and heavy, as though he was weighing whether or not to tell you the truth. He turned back to the window, staring outside as if it would give him the answer he needed. âYouâre making my job harder,â he said after a long pause, but there was something in his voiceâa hesitation. But you had a smirk on your face knowing exactly what it was, âit was the set wasnât it?â there was a pause, âyou thought I looked good, too good right?â you stepped closer to him testing his limits wanting more reaction out of him. âI think you should keep this fantasy shit to yourselfâ he said quickly snapping back at you, but you kept pushing, âI donât blame you Simon, I bet itâs been months since you got laid and I wonât lie itâs been a hot minute for me too with you being around me all the time, having me cooped in this houseâ you can see his brows furrowing. âyouâre crossing the god damn lineâ thatâs what he was saying but the raging boner in his pants said completely different about your attitude.
Before you knew it, he was stepping toward you, his hand gripping your arm firmly. âYouâre pushing me too far,â he said, his voice low and rough. You met his gaze, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. âMaybe I need you to push back,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. The moment was charged, and without warning, one of his hands let go from your arm to lift up his mask above his nose exposing his lips. your eyes widen never seeing anything but his eyes for the last few months. Before you knew it his lips were on yours, It was intense and consuming, leaving both of you breathless and more entangled than before.
He picked you up and put you on the dining table. the kiss became more passionate with his hands tangled in your hair, you could feel your core throb waiting to be touched. Simon pulled away from you and looked into your eyes, âyou donât understand how long iâve wanted to touch youâ he says breathing heavily. âall those times you walked around with no bra and I could see your fucking nipples through your shirt and the times you walked around with your ass out, god I wanted to bend you over, iâd fuck you right there and donât even forget about the times I could here you moaning in the shower doing god knows what to that pussy, ya fuckin minxâ your cunt was practically dripping at his words, your breathing became more heavier, âThen do it Simon, bend me over and fuck meâ before you could say anymore he already was turning you over on the counter and pulling your pants down. âalready planning on it loveâ. Simon pulled your pants down then slowly pulled your panties down revealing your wet pussy. he bent down to get eye level with it bring his fingers up to your folds and playing with your clit. You moaned at his touched, âfuh-fuckâ. Simon pulled his fingers away and replaced it with his tongue, licking your throbbing clit and making you squirm.
He ate you out till you came on his mouth, âSi pleaseâ. Simon got up and looked at your bent over form while he started unbuckling his pants, âplease what love?â he already knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as bad. âfuck me hardâ he smiled at your words taking his hard cock in his hand rubbing his pre cum all over the top of his head giving it extra lubricant. He aligned his cocked to your hole and slammed into you making you jump, âShhhhhhhitâ you hiss out the word from the painful pleasure. He started to thrust in and out of you hearing your moans made him want to cum already but he couldnât, it felt too damn good to stop now. Simon bent down to your ear, âAll those fuckin times you were playing with this tight cunt in the shower, who were you thinkin about huh?â. You didnât want to answer out of embarrassment but you did it anyways, ây-you si, I thought about sucking your cock and you cumming all over my titsâ that snapped something in him when you said that, his pace picked up he started fucking you harder, his balls slapping against your clit. âwhat would ya daddy think of the man he hired to protect you fucking your pussy raw?â. You could feel your self about to cum, âSi Iâm gonna cum on your cockâ his thrust became sloppier feeling himself about to finish too, âcum baby, cumâ. Simon thrusted harder into your cunt making your back arch more and your ass jiggle against his hips the sight was pushing him over the edge, âgod damn baby iâm gonna to cumâ his hands gripped into your hips harder. âSimon cum inside me god pleaseâ. He busted a load in you, pushing his cock feel in you making sure nothing came out, âfuckin hellâ.
After the intensity of the moment subsided, Simon and you lay there in the aftermath, the room now quiet except for your shared breathing. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender. âI didnât plan for this,â Simon said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and affection. âI never wanted to cross that line.â You turned to face him, your own emotions swirling. âNeither did I, but⌠it felt right in the moment. I just want to know what this means for us.â Simon looked at you with a conflicted expression. âI donât have all the answers. This situation is complicated, and Iâm still trying to figure out how to balance my feelings with my responsibilities.â he says lowly âI understand,â you replied, taking his hand in yours. âI just need to know where we stand. Do you want to try and make this work, or is this something we need to move past?â There was a pause as Simon considered his words. âI care about you more than I should,â he admitted. âBut I also need to focus on keeping you safe. Weâll have to navigate this carefully.â You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. âWeâll figure it out together,â you said, squeezing his hand.
âAs long as weâre honest with each other.â
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The Ruined Apothecary
Remus Lupin x feisty fem!reader who reconnect after Hogwarts
CW: chronic pain, Remus uses a mobility aid, financial insecurity, fluff/banter
A/N: I think this was a request from @maladaptiveescapism like eons ago about feisty reader who runs into Remus prior to a full moon post Hogwarts and somehow knows what Remus needs unprompted
Remus hated shopping in Diagon Alley for a number of reasons.
One, he hated running into people from Hogwarts â and the chances of such happening were quite high due to how small the Wizarding community was.
Two, he never could keep track of who was aware of his status as a werewolf and who didnât, and more importantly, who took issue with his status.
But what he hated most of all was coming to Diagon Alley this close to the full moon on account of the two aforementioned reasons.
Unfortunately, Remus had left it too late to restock his medicine and potions cabinet, and he was out of dittany, valerian root, and pain potions; all things he couldnât find for himself in the muggle world, and though he knew his friends would be more than happy to run these errands for him, he was tired of relying on them.
So, he put on a beanie and his denim jacket, a pair of ratty old converse and grabbed the cane that Sirius had insisted Remus let him buy for him because âit has moons on it!â and hobbled through Diagon Alley towards the discount Apothecary he hoped wasnât out of stock of the common post-moon essentials.
âLupin?â He heard from behind him, causing him to groan internally.Â
He could pretend he hadnât heard them, though, there was still a way out of this.
âOh, come now, I know you heard me.â He heard the voice again.
So much for that plan.
Remus reluctantly turned towards the voice, only to be accosted by the beautiful image you painted, standing in the middle of Diagon Alley looking exactly like you had at school, but somehow more beautiful.
Remus hated that.
âL/N?â He asked, raising a hand in hello. To Remusâ absolute horror, you began moving towards him.
âWow, I rarely get to see you around these parts. Iâd say that makes me sad, but you and your friends were never a welcome sight back at school.â You jested, looking Remus up and down.
It took everything in him not to try to hide from your piercing gaze.
âOh, Iâm sure you see James and Sirius around enough for the lot of us.â
You laughed at that â Remus wasnât sure heâd ever heard you laugh; certainly not back in school, and certainly not on account of anything he had said.
âWell, it gets a little boring around these parts sometimes; your lot would help keep some of these tosser shopkeeps on their toes I reckon.â You spat, glaring menacingly at a particular elderly shopkeep - who was very clearly eavesdropping on your conversation - causing them to hastily re-enter their establishment.
âSoddinâ no good Gwendolyn.â You grumbled, still staring daggers towards the offending shop. Remus felt his cheeks flame when his laugh turned into a coughing fit on account of his ribs stretching in preparation for the moon.Â
You looked him over once again with a perceptive gaze that made Remus feel like he was standing naked in the middle of Diagon Alley.
Heâd had that dream once before; didnât much care for it.
âWhereâre you headed?â You asked then, appearing for all intents and purposes like you were making casual conversation, though Remus knew better.Â
âJust running some errands.â He offered noncommittally, and some of that feisty witch he remembered from back in school made an appearance as you narrowed your eyes at him.Â
âReally?â You sneered at him. âI rather thought you were here to work on your tan.â
Remus - the dumb sod - actually looked up at the sky as if wondering if that was a good enough excuse to go by, only to be met with the familiar overcast sky that the UK typically wore.
âWhat errands, Lupin?â You asked again, and some of that heat from your sarcasm seemed to dissipate from your tone as your gaze turned softer.
âThe Apothecary.â Remus admitted, not having the energy nor the patience to lie to you.
Your face grew into a wide grin at that, and he once again tried to remember if heâd ever seen you smile before; certainly not at him.
âWell why didnât you just say so? I own an Apothecary, you know?âÂ
And he did know which was why heâd never been before.
Heâd never been before because the ingredients heâd procured and the frequency of which he procured them would give away his status to one who didnât already know it. It was admittedly easier having some middle-aged shopkeep who didnât know him - and thus didnât give a thestrals arse about what Remus was - dispense his ingredients than someone who he went to school with.
The other reason heâd never been before was that he was quite certain heâd never be able to afford your prices.
But you were already walking away from him as if you were expecting him to follow.
âIt was nice seeing you!â He tried to dismiss you as he turned to walk the other way.Â
âOh, I donât think so, Lupin.â He heard you call as you turned back towards him. âMy shopâs this way.âÂ
Remus let out a sigh as he stared you down defiantly.Â
He didnât want to go to your shop. He didnât want you to know what ingredients he needed for the potions and medical care he required every month. He also didnât want to have to ask you in the end if he could come back and pay for the rest of his tab on payday, nor did he want to empty his wallet in one shop.
But his hip was killing him, his fingers were gripping the handle of his cane painfully, and you were standing there staring at him with your eyes and your looks and your gorgeousness and fucking dammit.Â
Heâd have to stop by Gringotts on his way out and see if they provide lines of credit.Â
Your shop wasâŚ.absolutely nothing like he expected it to be.
Donât get him wrong, it definitely looked like a Slytherin owned and operated it, what with its deep jewel-toned walls, dark stained wood shelves, desks, and furniture, and the low-hanging ceiling that saw various plants, dried arrangements, and⌠crystals? hanging from it.Â
âWhatâs with that face, Lupin?â You asked him from behind the desk, alerting him to the fact that he was standing in the middle of your shop staring at the ceiling with a look of pure discombobulation.Â
âAre thoseâŚcrystals?â He asked as he made his way, albeit slowly, towards your counter.Â
You looked up at the ceiling as if noticing them for the first time. âAh, yes; those would be Pandoraâs doing. Something about the wrackspurts or what not, I couldnât tell you.â You explained flippantly. âShe offers tea leaf readings on Saturdayâs if youâre interested.â
Remus let out a snort at that, immediately horrified that he just belittled a service that your shop provided. âOh! I, erm, I mean-â
âRelax, Lupin; Iâve not had my tea leaves read either.â You offered in monotone, looking up and offering him a smirk.
âNot big on divination, I take it?â He asked you then, watching as you set up parchments and twine along your workbench.Â
âNot at all; but she was bad for business which was what I was looking for.âÂ
Remus felt his head tilt at that but you disappeared behind the curtain into a store room before he was able to comment on your word choice.Â
Remus leaned heavily against the counter as he made himself busy watching what looked to be a bowtruckle climb through the vines and branches of an ancient looking tree that seemed to make up the majority of the shop's ceiling.Â
You reappeared from the back room with an overflowing basket of ingredients, and far more supplies than Remus came here for.
âOh! I, erm, I only came for dittany, valerian root, and pain potions today.â He offered awkwardly, trying to stand up straighter and wincing when his hip cracked audibly.Â
You looked up at him then, clearly fighting off an expression that threatened to take over your face that would give away the fact that you thought Remus quite stupid for explaining, which Remus also noted was a new skill you acquired since your days in school.
âRightâŚâ You offered awkwardly, looking back down at your basket. âI also added some moonseed, powdered moonstone, powdered silver, and some wiggenweld potions.âÂ
âMoonseed can be used as a salve for your sores, Remus.â Madame Pomfrey explained to him after graduation before he left Hogwarts for the last time. âDo keep some on you at all times, okay? And any ingredients that can be used in pain potions or calming draughts; powdered moonstone, valerian root, and for very deep werewolf injuries, please keep powdered silver on you as well.â He simply smiled at Madame Pomfrey before pecking a kiss to her cheek - his mum away from home and the witch who single handedly ensured Remusâ survival all these years - not bothering to admit to her that heâd likely never be able to afford these ingredients as a lycanthrope.
He didnât even register that you seemed to know of his lycanthropy nor that you had packaged everything up for him in your parchments and twine, adding sprigs of fluxweed between the knot of twine - for decoration or practical use, Remus wasnât sure - until you read his total out for him.Â
âThatâll be three galleons and 25 knuts, please.â You said simply as you stared at him expectantly.
Three galleons?! The powdered silver should be almost five, alone.Â
âThatâs not enough.â He pressed quickly, causing one of your eyebrows to raise at him.
âItâs my shop, I get to charge what I feel.â
âI donât need your charity, L/N.â He spat then, officially losing what little patience he had. Money had always been a sore spot for him, and this was exactly why he didnât come to your Apothecary; a well-done by Sacred 28 witch like you wouldnât understand.
âLupin.â You chided harshly. âSince youâve never bothered to frequent my shop before, you may not be aware that I had my business passed through the Ministry in partnership with St. Mungoâs as a sliding scale provider, meaning that I only have to charge people what they can afford to pay me. Aside from that, my family has more money than any of my potential future childrenâs childrenâs children will know what to do with, so I will tell you again: it is my shop, I get to charge what I feel.âÂ
Remusâ eyes flit back towards the ceiling without his consent to watch the bowtruckle twirl one of the hanging crystals and chatter happily as it watched the rainbow lights reflecting along the walls.
âThose would be PandoraâsâŚshe offers tea leaf readings on Saturdayâs; she was bad for business which was what I was looking for.â
âThis was your fatherâs shop.â Remus concluded, watching your jaw tighten as you gave him a curt nod. âAnd youâŚdid this?â Remus continued as he gestured to the store vaguely.
âRuined it, yes.â You confirmed.
âWho said it was ruined?â
You hummed as you looked off into the distance recalling the names of people who said you had destroyed your familyâs business. âMy entire family, their peers, the business department at the Ministry, Professor Slughorn⌠the likes.â
You seemed surprised when you returned your gaze to Remus to find him smiling softly at you.Â
âWhy?â He whispered at you, causing you to smile what appeared to be bashfully.Â
âI donât need to profit off of someone else's struggles.â You said simply, no longer making eye contact with Remus and opting to bag the packages in front of you in order to have something to do with your hands. âIâm in a position to help, soâŚI feel like I should.â
Remus let out a hum of acknowledgment as he placed his three galleons and 25 knuts on the counter in front of you.Â
âOrâŚâ Remus started teasingly as he accepted the brown paper bag you had placed his packages in from your hand. âYouâve gone soft.â
Your face fell then as you stared him down challengingly, though Remus relished in the hint of a smile from your lips. âGet the hells out of my shop, Lupin.â
Remus laughed as he backed away from the counter, his bag and cane in one hand as he pointed at you. âNo, no. Youâve made a terrible mistake, L/N. I will be haunting this shop frequently from now on.â
âStay out of trouble, will you Lupin?â You called back to him as he made it to the door of the shop.Â
âYou know what? I donât think I will. Thanks, dove! Next time Iâll stop by with James and Sirius!â
And he couldnât help the beaming smile that took over his face as he heard your groan some profanity as the door slipped shut behind him.Â
Oh yeah, heâd definitely be telling the boys that he found a new Apothecary, and that they should absolutely be investing their families money in it.
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strange perfections
in which spencer reid and fem!reader meet by accident at a coffee shop. and then they keep meeting there. they've really got to stop meeting like this. (no, seriously. hotch is pissed.) / do you believe me now? bonus chapter!
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fluff! warnings/tags: meet cute:) some dark humor, romantically inexperienced reader, spencer reid graduated from caltech, mit, and the derek morgan school of rizz a/n: this can absolutely be read as a standalone BUT it was written as a prologue for my series do you believe me now? to explain how spencer and r met! completely optional, if you're only here for the smut no worries! reading this bonus chapter might make the next chapter better though as it contains discussions of how they met:) anyway, I LOVE YOU!! let me know if you like this silly little random thing! kisses
The cafĂŠ door opens again. A blustery wind raises goosebumps on your arms and makes your bones ache again. You look up at the latest intruderâa hobbling elderly man in a newsboy cap and a knit red scarf.Â
Stupid scarf, you think.Â
Stupid door.Â
Stupid wind.Â
Your mug is empty, and the table youâre sitting at is sort of sticky and rickety, and there are so many papers in front of you that you wonder why the hell you thought itâd be a good idea to print the PDF out and annotate it that way instead of just doing it on your laptop like a normal person in the 21st century. Nothing is going right today. Itâs the third cafĂŠ youâve tried in the past few weeks as you attempt to find some place that feels homey, lucky, but this one just feelsâŚÂ inconvenient.Â
You look at the stack of papers and sigh.Â
Stupid Lord Byron.Â
Stupid cafe.Â
Usually, cafĂŠs are relatively quiet and peacefulâa refuge for the overworked to bask in the luxury of quiet jazz and the smell of dark roast as they continue to overwork themselves. This particular establishment, however, today hosts a group of teenagersâpresumably playing hookyâwho have commandeered a big booth in the back and keep walking right past your table because apparently they couldnât have just ordered their drinks at once and they all have to do it separately and loudly.Â
One of them has an incredibly irritating, gratingly pubescent laugh, and they think everything is hilarious. This whole situation is unbearable.Â
Just as youâre gearing up to go, of course the fucking door opens again. This time, itâs accompanied by a particularly strong gust.Â
Strong enough that Lord Byron doesnât stand a chance.Â
Your printed copy of his works blows off the table, at first page by painstakingly annotated page and then before you can even process it, all at once.Â
Yeah. This is definitely not your lucky cafĂŠ.Â
As you curse and go to stand up, you run into one of those dumb kids. His huge ceramic mug goes flying, careening against the edge of your table and completely splattering you and all your stuff in 16 liquid ounces of scalding espresso and milk.Â
Itâs silent for a second, save for a few drips from the puddle on your table to the floor, before the kid is apologizing profusely and turning red as a tomato. You canât even respondâyou look down at your ruined favorite sweater, and then around at the pages of Byron littered with color-coded sticky notes, overflowing with angry and purposeful red ink that you spent so much time on, scattered all over the floor.Â
Eventually the boy catches on that youâre not going to forgive him and he skitters away, back to his friends, who whisper and giggle profusely. Only a few of them get up to start gathering the fallen pages with you. Several other patrons end up helping as well, so the sheets of paper are gathered and returned into your sticky hands fairly quickly. You thank each person without looking up as they hand you their respective stack. All you want is to get out of here.Â
âHereâIâm really sorry about this,â someone saysâa tenor-ish male voice, distinctly sympathetic as he holds out a rather larger stack of papers than anyone else had bothered to pick up.Â
âIâll live,â you sigh, straightening up. âBut thankâŚÂ you.â
The man standing in front of you is the kind of man who makes you want to untuck your hair from its usual spot behind your ears, and to stand up straighter, and to try and not stare even though you want his attention. Heâs gloriously beautiful in a way that repels and attracts you. Heâs the type of man who wouldnât have given you the time of day in high school and probably wouldnât now. Instantly you feel both insecure and reduced to a former version of you who would simper and fawn over boys who wanted nothing to do with her. You feel like going to the other side of the cafĂŠ and sitting in the best light and staring out the window poetically and hoping heâs looking at you.Â
âOn the one hand, I feel bad for being the person who opened the door and let the wind in. On the other⌠I feel compelled to say at least theyâre not covered in coffee like the rest of your table is?â
You laugh vacantly, a second too late, positively coveting the awkward smile on his angular face. Then you make eye contact, and his eyes are so the opposite of angularâtheyâre huge and inviting and the warmest golden-brown youâve ever seen, and theyâre looking right back at youâand you have to look down. Fuck. You hate when you do that.Â
Think of something normal to say!
âYeah, true. Now I just have to reorder 264 pages. That⌠that donât have page numbers.â
You shuffle through the papers. They are hopelessly scrambled. Your heart sinks just a bit.
âUm⌠I might actually be able to help with that, if you want?â
You frown, glancing up. What kind of sex trafficking ploy is this?
âThatâs okay. Might be easier with just one person.â
He laughsâitâs similarly awkward, similarly endearing.Â
âDo you mind letting me just⌠try? Itâll only take a minute.â
Only take a minute? Is this beautiful man deranged? Why are the hot ones always crazy?
But, perhaps because youâre a pushover who canât stand up to people, much less beautiful people, much less beautiful men who are paying you undue attention, you find yourself giving in. You hold the stack out.Â
âSure. Give it your best shot. Iâll be impressed if you can even figure out what page one is.â
Heâs already flipping through the papers with a drawn brow, walking away with them, and barely looking over his shoulder as he mutters, âI have Byron memorized. It shouldnât be too difficult.â
You follow him, because hello, he has all your annotations. Heâs definitely insane, you think, as he sits down at a table and starts rapidly sorting the sheets into separate piles.Â
All you can do is stand awkwardly behind him as he stacks papers seemingly at random, barely glancing at them before deciding where they go.Â
Maybe a minute, maybe a few go by, each of which have you progressively more flabbergasted, before heâs tapping the edges of a stack of paper on the table and standing, handing them to you with his lips pressed into a thin pleasant line. Thereâs almost a glow about himâlike he couldnât be more in his comfort zone.Â
âThere you go. Should be in order now.â You sport a frown bordering on a grimace as you take the stack and flip through it a bit. Sure enough, it seems that everything is in order. You keep looking between the man in front of you and the papers, incredulous as you wait for something to be in the wrong spot.Â
âHow did you do that?âÂ
His cheeks turn slightly pink.Â
âI know Byron really well. I know how each passage ends and begins so I put them together like puzzle pieces.â
âHow did you read that fast?â
âUh. Iâm a speed-reader?â
You scoff, taking another look through the stack.Â
âI think that may be underselling it.â A thought occurs to you as youâre grazing over one of your longer annotationsâfull of expletives and strong opinions. âOh, god. You didnât⌠you didnât read my notes?â
The manâs eyebrows raise as if he was waiting for you to mention that and he smiles like he doesnât quite know how to break it to you gently.Â
âMaybe a few,â he eventually decides, laughing under his breath. âI appreciated the commentary on his relationship with Augusta. It was⌠colorful.â
Heat rises in your cheeks as you mumble.Â
âYeah, I had a hard time appreciating the romantic poems. Theyâre less cute when thereâs like a fifty percent chance heâs writing about his sister.â
âHalf sister,â he corrects. You give him a look.Â
âDoes that make it better?â
â⌠no,â he realizes. âNot even a little bit.â
You laugh, relieved that his face looks as warm as yours feels.Â
âWell⌠thank you, for the help,â you say after a silent second.Â
âOf course. Sorry, again. I, umâI hope your day gets better?â
âYeah, well. I feel like statistically it has to, right? Itâs kind of a low bar.â
He smiles, a perfect, perfect smile, and gives you a little wave as he leaves. Without coffee. Checking the clock on the wall, you realize itâs approaching one in the afternoon. If heâd been here on his lunch break, he sacrificed it to organize your stupid Byron texts. You smile to yourself.Â
He was totally in love with me.Â
And he canât prove me wrong because Iâll probably never see him again.Â
All things consideredâthis coffee shop does seem pretty lucky. Maybe youâll stick with it for a while.Â
The next time you see the mysterious sexy speed reader is four days laterâthough youâve been here every day since. He catches your eye right as he walks in, and his brows jump in pleasant recognition. You smile. He smiles back, before going up to the counter and ordering a coffee with a ludicrous amount of sugar in it.Â
I should take note for when I make him his coffee in the mornings, you think to yourself, and then you snort at your own delusions, shaking your head at your book. Obviously youâre not that divorced from reality, but youâll entertain the fantasy forever until one of you stops showing up to this cafĂŠ.Â
What youâre absolutely not expecting is for him to walk up to your table with his to-go cup.Â
âHi,â he says.Â
âHi!â
Jesus. Tone it down, girl scout.Â
He gestures to your stack of papers: now secured in a three ring binder. The cup says Spencer.Â
Spencer. Spencer.Â
It feels important.Â
âI see youâve upgraded.â
âYes! Yes, I did,â you laugh self-consciously, still struggling to meet his eyes. âThank you for the help the other day. I would still be sorting through all of this if it werenât for that, so⌠yeah. Thanks.â
âOf course! Iâm glad I could be of use.â
âSpence!â Someone calls from the cafe door. You both look up to see a stunning blonde beckoning him away.Â
Ah. Naturally. The girlfriend who is one trillion times prettier than you.Â
Spence.Â
Reality sets in.Â
âComing!â He replies, with all the eager compliance of a child, before turning back to you. âUm⌠well⌠Iâll see you?â
Itâs an awkward way to say goodbye to a stranger, but you suddenly donât care enough to dwell. Instead you nod once, less enthusiastic now that you know he has a 10 waiting for him on the sidewalk.Â
âI am a creature of habit.â
Another wave as he walks away.Â
The two disappear from the doorway, but the perpetual breeze seems to carry a snatched bit of conversation your way.Â
âWho was that?âÂ
âUh⌠I donât actually know.â
Yeah. Reality definitely sets in.Â
Over the next few days, you break your cafĂŠ streak. Life is busy. Thereâs not always time to artfully ponder Romantic poetry and drink a six dollar coffee while waiting around for certain people to show up.Â
Okay, so⌠maybe it has more to do with him than youâre letting on. But youâre not going to do that thing you do again, where you become limerently obsessed with a man you donât know and who is way out of your league just because you canât form an actual attachment to anyone to save your life. Besides, you remind yourself; we probably wouldnât be compatible anyway. Heâs probably a huge loser. Or secretly a douche. Or chews with his mouth open. Obviously nobody that attractive can also have a good personality.Â
Not to mention he has a girlfriend. That should put you off, too.
But you hadnât been lying when youâd proclaimed to be a creature of habitâyou return to the cafĂŠ once you feel sufficiently detached from this Spencer character.Â
Heâs there. Of course heâs there. Why had you been expecting for him to not be there? Itâs not like he was a figment of your imagination.Â
This time heâs accompanied by a different blonde womanâa bespectacled blonde with a big floral headband and a patterned dress and a red cardigan and tights and heels that look self-injurious. Sheâs quite eye-catching; you want to keep looking at her, but you seem to draw her attention, too. Her big eyes widen minutely and briefly you wonder if youâre supposed to know her, but certainly youâd remember meeting a person like that. She doesnât seem easily forgettable. Both of you look to Spencer at the same time, whoâs looking between you with an almost panicked expression.Â
âOh! Thââ the woman whispers, cutting herself off when she realizes how loud sheâs being in the otherwise silent establishment. âAh! Okay, right. Never mind.â
 Spencer sighs. You want to laugh, but youâre baffled by the whole thing. So you go back to reading.Â
Ten minutes later, they draw your attention once more.Â
âGo, go ahead! Itâs more problematic for you to be late than me. Iâll be like, thirty seconds tops.â
You donât look up as Spencer leaves the cafĂŠâbut are you supposed to gather that these two eccentric individuals are coworkers? And what of the first blonde woman, who youâd presumed to be his girlfriend? Where is she?
While youâre wondering all of this, the new blonde teeters her way over to your table.Â
âHi!â She says pleasantly, waving a purple-tipped hand and wearing the biggest grin.Â
âUh⌠hi?â
âIâm Penelope. Youâve met my friend Spencer. He just left.â
âOhâsort of,â you smile weakly, closing your book. âNot formally. I didnât know his name.â
Thatâs a lie, but maybe feigning non-chalance will make it real.Â
âWell, I just wanted to come over and say I love your bag. And your jewelry and your coat. I love your whole look. I bet youâre a really cool person.â
âUmâthank you!â You perk up, smiling genuinely now. The compliment warms youâyou didnât think your look was all that interesting today. âYou too. I love your outfit.â
âGreat! Youâreâyouâre great. This is good information. Um⌠just out of, like, sheer curiosity, could I get your name, age, and occupation? Ohâand your zodiac sign?â
What kind of convoluted sex trafficking ployâ
âGarcia!â
Spencer is at the doorway again, looking adorably miffed.Â
Adorable? Get a grip.Â
âWhâIâm just making a new friend! Is friendship illegal, now?â
âThis is the kind of friend-making that gets you a restraining order,â he urges.Â
You look up at Penelope Garcia, enamored by their whole dynamic. They clearly care for each other, despite the squabbling. What kind of job do they have where they talk to each other like this?
âItâs fine,â you smile, introducing yourself to her.
âThat is such a good name!â She says, and youâre getting the sense sheâs kind of always this enthusiastic. âSo now we know each otherâs namesâwe should probably definitely be friends, right?â
âYeah! Um, definitely!â
âYes? Oh my god! I love this! Okay, umâwe work at Quantico, so, weâre like, 10 minutes awayâbut this is better than the coffee shop thatâs closest to the building, so we come here all the time. Usually itâs just us and five grouchy old men, which makes this is really exciting.â
âQuantico⌠thatâs the FBI academy, right?â
âOther stuff, too,â she nods, still smiley.Â
Oh! Cool. So theyâre FBI agents.Â
So thatâs cool.Â
Youâre cool with that.Â
Her phone starts ringingâshe locks eyes with Spencer.Â
âHotch?â
âOoh, we are in trouble,â Penelope sing-songs, leaning down to write her number on your notebook without asking. Not that you mind, of course. She adds a little heart and a smiley face next to her name before capping your pen and toddling away. âBye, new friend!â She calls over her shoulder, waving goodbye with just her fingers.Â
âBye,â you manage, though itâs probably too quiet.Â
Spencer flattens his mouth into an approximation of a smile and waves again.Â
You accidentally find yourself mirroring his goodbye, facial expression and all. Fuck. You hope he doesnât notice. You hope he doesnât read into it.Â
Nah. Boys are dumb.Â
You text Penelope later that afternoonâa simple greeting so that she can save your numberâand then you forget about it.Â
Itâs not until five days go by without sign of any of themâthe two blondes, Spencer, this mysterious and foreboding Hotch figureâthat you start to seriously question your sanity. Did they drop off the face of the planet, or what?
But of course, just as youâre sitting at your usual table, Spencer walks in. Alone.Â
He sees you immediately, but instead of the wave youâd come to expect, he immediately flushes, looks down at his shoes and hurries into the small lunch-rush line.Â
Weird.
You corner him at the coffee bar, where heâs adding more sugar to his coffee. How are his teeth so nice if he does this to himself every single day?
âHey,â you say, affecting casual confidence as you bus your empty mug. â⌠Spencer, right?â
Itâs comical how youâre pretending you havenât turned that name over and looked at it from every angle hundreds of times since the first time you heard it.Â
He nods, only glancing up at you as he stirs. To your surprise, he knows your name, too. When you give him an odd look, he smiles almost apologetically, finally looking at your face for longer than half a second.Â
âI heard you introducing yourself to Penelope. Sorry if thatâsâŚâ
âNo, no! Is she around, today? I texted her last week, but she never responded...â
âToday is operating system update day, so I donât even really have a way of knowing if sheâs alive in her office.â Itâs funny to him, but you just smile, baffled. He notices your silence and catches on, scrambling to explain himself. âSheâs our tech analyst. There are 243 computers in our building and she has to update them all remotely, which requires getting every agent to agree to not touch their computer at the same time for an hour or so.â
âOh⌠does the FBI not have, like⌠an IT guy, or something?â
He laughs againâthe way his eyes crinkle when he does it makes you a little breathless.Â
âYou should say that to her. I think you would become her favorite person.â
Itâs hard not to smile when heâs smiling because of youâhowever indirectly that may be. Quickly you realize youâve both been standing in front of the coffee bar for too long.Â
âAlright, well⌠tell her good luck, for me?â
âI would, but Iâve been kicked out for an hour while she does the updates.â
Your brow furrows and you laugh.Â
âFrom the whole building? You just canât keep your hands off your computer for an hour?â
âNot if I want to do my job, no. And I am kind of obsessive about my job. Iâve been the reason she had to start the whole process over again before and Iâd rather not be that person again.â
You say it before you can think too hard.Â
âWell, if you have an hour to kill⌠thereâs an open seat at my table? No pressure, obviously.â
And that was the first of thousands of hours you would come to spend with Spencer Reid.Â
After that, it sort of becomes a regular thing. He comes almost every dayâexcept for occasional week or so long stretches, which you have discovered are a part of his absolutely fucking insane jobâand sits with you, sometimes with Penelope, once with the other blonde, JJ, who youâve since deduced is not his girlfriend, most often alone. Usually he canât spare more than ten minutes, but he begins pushing it, little by little, until thirty minutes go by and you think surely his boss (the great and all-powerful Hotchner) must be beginning to notice.Â
One day, during your usual lunchtime rendezvous, his phone rings. He talks right on through it, like itâs not happening.
It ceases. And then it starts again.Â
Your head drops to your shoulder, something like pity or regret softening your features. He catches your eye and melts slightly, mid-sentenceâlike he knows youâre about to tell him to be responsible.Â
âDo you think you shouldâŚâ
His hands drop from where theyâd been enthusiastically positioned mid-air.Â
âTheyâll be fine if Iâm late from lunch one time. Iâm usually more punctual than any of them.â
You roll your lip between your teethâitâs not that you want to tell him to go; in fact, those delusions youâve been harboring about your future life together are only getting worse with each inexplicable minute he entertains your company.Â
But his job is important.Â
âWhat if you have a case?â
âThen I would have gotten more calls from more people by now.â
Your head tips back as you laugh lightly at his unwavering insistence. Â
âIâm flattered that you so enjoy my company that much. But I canât with good conscience keep taking up your work hours like this.â
As the laughter fades, he justâŚÂ watches you, lips slightly parted, eyes intense but not entirely present.Â
âYouâre probably right,â he finally breathes. âMaybe⌠you should start taking up my other hours, instead?â
Spencer Reid, you unexpected charmer.Â
You balk.
âLike⌠we would hang out? At a different time of day? Not here?â
âThose are the basic premises, yes,â he chuckles, nodding affably. âIâve never actually seen you anywhere else. For all I know you could be a ghost eternally tethered to this building.â
âWhere would this hanging out take place?â
Fuck, youâre totally being weird. His brow knits.Â
âI donât know. Where else do people hang out?â
Heâs not genuinely asking you, heâs gently turning you in the right direction. You charge forward blindly.Â
âRestaurants.â
Thereâs that pretty smile of his again, the one that makes all the thoughts drain from your head like cold bathwater. Though, thereâs a sort of mischievous edge to it now that you haven't seen before.
âThatâs certainly an option. If I asked you to hang out with me at a restaurant... would you say yes?â
You look down. God, your face feels warm.Â
âWould you be asking me out on a date? In this hypothetical scenario that weâve constructed, I mean.â
Spencer seems to think about it for a moment, which fills you with unexpected panic. When you look back up anxiously, he has the same smile on his face, but his eyes are a little softer now.Â
âI would.âÂ
More panic sets inâjust a bit. But you donât let what is undoubtedly a tidal wave of anxiety break through the emotional guard-dam. Keep it together. This is a good thing. This is what you wanted.Â
Unfortunately, you are perhaps more transparent than youâd realized. Spencer begins to look slightly worried, leaning forward in his chair.Â
âYou donât have to say yes. I know we donât know each other very well, I justââ
âNo!â You find yourself assuring him, though you curse yourself because you kind of want to know what he was going to say. âI would say yes. Iâve just, umâgod,â you laugh gustily, self-consciously. âSorry Iâm being so weird. Iâm out of my depth. Nobodyâs asked me on a date before. I donât really know the etiquette.â
Spencer chuckles.Â
âYouâre doing great. Donât worry about it.â
Not, what?
Not, youâve never been on a date before?
Not, thatâs crazy, or thatâs weird, or how have you gone your whole life without being asked out?
With the implication being, youâre odd. Different. Maybe not in a good way.Â
He says none of that.Â
âBut I should probably actually ask you, huh?â His cheeks turn pink as his laughter is redirected inwards.Â
âSounds like a good first step.â
Spencer is still smiling as he says your name and it sounds so good from his mouth. It makes you sound so real.Â
âWill you go on a date with me?â
Butterflies in your stomach doesn't begin to brush what you're experiencingâyour entire abdominal cavity is like a Monarch sanctuary.
âIâd love to.â
He seems genuinely relieved as he beams, slumping back in his chair.Â
âOh, thank god. I was so nervous youâd say no. I never do that. Thank you for not saying no. Not that you couldnât have said noâit would have been completely fine and obviously within your rights toââ
His phone rings again. Both of you are relieved that he was interruptedâbut admittedly you thought his rambling was super cute.Â
âI shouldââ
âYou definitely need to go.â
âYeah,â he agrees with a still-breathless smile. âUmâwhatâs your number?â
You look around fruitlessly for pen and paper.Â
âI donâtââ
âJust tell me. Iâll remember.â
Heâs so weird.Â
A breeze hits your skin as he opens the door. Youâre already writing your wedding vows in the back of your mind as you watch him go.Â
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part four
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this idea has been in my brain for over 2 months and I finally had time to make it. is this too earnestly cringe to upload? i am beyond the capacity to care. enjoy
now on youtube!
[link to drive folder w/ downloads including instrumental]
Everything was chill back in Hermitcraft 6 (lying)
Then Grian got up to his usual tricksÂ
The name of the game is kill or be killed
No swords no bows no PVP skills
First Rendog found his inner fish
But he couldnât stick the landing and his bones went squish
Stress flew through the dares with talent and grace
But she didnât catch the totem and she fell on her face
Then Ren came back with a sinister vice
Tricked X with a race and blew him up twice
Looks like steel beams canât be melted by slime
âCause Jevin didnât see Mumboâs tower in time
Stress set a trap at the shopping district
And dropped Scar right into a pufferfish pit
Cubâs stunt got stuck and X felt robbed
So he got a skeleton to finish the job
This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny
Players, mobs, and explosions as far as the eye can see
And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny
Tango and Impulse were shopping at the mall
But the store detonated and it killed them all
Grian had a no-good-very-bad-dayÂ
And when he made it back home he got blown away
Then False broke a block and before she could speak
A giant underground explosion sent her into next weekÂ
Cleo signed up for a warehouse tour
But she didnât read the waiver and she fell through the floor
And TinFoilChef went laughing to the grave
Then without another word went back into his caves
Tangoâs game was a race against the clock
And Keralis threw an egg at the most explosive block Â
Now revenge is a dish thatâs best served coldÂ
But Bdubs got it boiling as Cleo foretold
And when Joe got the rug pulled from under his feet
He tried to play it cool but he couldnât take the heatÂ
This is the Hermitcraft showdown of Hermitcraft destiny
Itâs 90% explosions as far as the eye can see
And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
This is the Hermitcraft showdownâŚ.
In another dimension
With danger abound
Mumbo threw his ender-pearl
But missed solid ground
And Doc had played smart
But Grian played mean
He was dead on arrival,
The trap unforeseen
Then one player remained,
One Dragon Head left-
For the ride of his life,Â
Iskall auctioned his death
He beat Joe Hills And ZombieCle-o
And every other member of the Dragon Bros:
FalseSymmetry and BDoubleO
And Grian and Mumbo JumbolioÂ
Also Rendog, Jevin, TangoTek and Cubfan,Â
Stress, Scar, and X just couldnât beat the Iskallman
TinFoilChef or ImpulseSV
Doc can rock with blocks but canât flee
So Grian and Impulse forged a team
And together they built a death machine
With a narrative arc from beginning to end
And a wild surprise around every bend
When the show and the ride were finally done
Our champion knew that his course had run
All that remains from the end of this fightÂ
Is a piece of bloodstained dioriteÂ
This is the hermitcraft showdown of hermitcraft destiny
Just way too many explosions - where do they get all that TNT???
And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be
This is the Hermitcraft showdown
(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)
This is the Hermitcraft showdown Â
(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)
This is the Hermitcraft showdownÂ
(this is the Hermitcraft showdown)
Of Hermitcraft destiny
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Husband/Family-Man!Nanami
A/n: Gege confirmed Nanami wanting to get married and starting a family so here some head canons of Nanami and his family. Iâm so emotional about him right now heâs actually the love of my life
CW: Fluff! Tooth rotting sweetness idk
Husband/Family-Man!Nanami who calls off work at any minor inconvenience when it comes to his family. His daughter fell off the slide and got a minor scratch? He leaves work to make sure sheâs okay. You catch a cold? He calls off work to take care of you. Dance recital? Work is an afterthought. Soccer game? What is work?
Husband/Family-Man!Nanami who secretly gets excited to come home to a full house. As soon as he unlocks the door, he sees his little girl running to greet him and give him a big hug and a sloppy wet kiss. âDaddy!â She squeals, pigtails bouncing up and down as she runs to latch onto him. He squats down to match her height and opens his large arms to engulf her in a warm embrace. Whatever happened at work that day didnât matter anymore. The stress of the day was melted away because of a miniature girl version of him.
Husband/Family-Man!Nanami who loves family outings. Saturday mornings would be the time you three would run errands. Getting new clothes for your daughter, new furniture or decor for the house, or groceries for the week to come. Nanami would push the shopping cart while he watches you hold your daughter in your arms showing her all the different clothing options. Saturday afternoons would also be for doing more fun things too. The three of you would go to the aquarium together. It was your daughterâs favorite place. Nanami would hold her in his arms and help her name all the fish. You would take pictures of the both of them and send it to him later.
Husband/Family-Man!Nanami who secretly loves the attention he gets from other people when they see him with his family. He loves the adoring stares he gets when others watch how you three operate as a family. âIs that your daughter?â One elderly lady said to him as him and your daughter took a day trip to the library. âYes. She is. Honey, can you say hello?â He gently takes her arm to wave at the lady. âHello dear! Sheâs adorable! What a sweet child. Youâre doing a wonderful job with her. Not many kids like to read these days.â She chuckles and walks off. Little did she know, it make Nanamiâs heart swell.
Husband/Family-Man!Nanami who drives you all back home after a road trip. With nothing but the road lights to illuminate yours and your daughterâs faces. He looks in the rear view mirror to see his little girl sound asleep in her fastened car seat, clutching onto the plushie he bought for her a few days before she was born. He smiles at the drool slowly escaping her mouth. Nanami then turns to you in the passenger side, with your head resting against the door and hair scattered across your face. His eyes trail down to your left hand with the ring twinkling at every street light that passes. At a stop light, he gently brushed strands of hair away from your face. âI love you,â he whispers. âThank you for giving me what Iâve always wanted.â
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TWO WORLDS â p.sunghoon
PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader GENRES: angst, smut, slight fluff WC: 7.6k+
WARNINGS:Â some swearing, alcohol consumption, controlling father, a little argument. sex on the kitchen worktop, quick female masturbation, unprotected sex (pack before use, and do it safely!!!), cumming inside, sunghoon is too soft for now, i think that's it. lmk if i missed anything.
SYNOPSIS: you and sunghoon have known each other since university, but you belong to different worlds. that wouldn't be a factor that would prevent you and him from getting together, if it weren't for the fear of confessing to each other and, when that happened, you wouldn't be able to tell him that you were going away⌠to another country.
NOTES:Â i went through so many plots until i ended up with this one. it was my work after more than a month of writer's block, so i can't say if i'm satisfied with it or not. but at least it helped me write something. all feedback is appreciated, so i hope you like it!
part 2 | masterlist
You thought it would be a good idea to go into the bar even though you had cried for countless hours before being there. Hesitating in that particular place wasn't something new for you, after all, it was where your friends met every Friday night.
You just happened to be there alone and in the middle of a Wednesday. The stress of your daily life and the weight you were carrying for fulfilling the wishes of your self-centered and petty father only made your mind spin and you succumbed to an absurd urge to drop everything and run. And you ran to the bar you knew so well. But not because you needed a drink urgently â although you knew the alcohol would be consumed somehow â but because someone there was your refuge at times like these.
Park Sunghoon was the owner of the best-known and most popular bar. Because he was the epitome of beauty, kind, and polite even in a sea of people who were completely drunk and came to that place looking to dance, rub themselves, and wind up with someone. But he was also known as your best friend since university and the guy who stole your heart.
It was hard not to fall in love with Sunghoon when he treated you so well from the moment you and he shared a few classes. When he brought you a steaming cup of coffee twice a week from his grandfather's coffee shop because you'd been there once and said you liked it. How did he remember that? You wondered every time you took a sip of the drink. But Sunghoon only thought, how could he forget?
All the details surrounding you were hard to forget and he came to realize that this was part of the little feeling that was going on between the two of you, even though Sunghoon was afraid to ask you out. Not because it would ruin the friendship, he was very forward-thinking and knew that neither you nor he would be able to do that because it was something beyond what the two of you shared. But because the worlds in which you and he lived were completely different.
You were studying to improve your knowledge and take over your father's company. You wore social clothes, high heels, and the most expensive imported perfumes so that you could meet your father's clients, who would be yours in the future, while you drank expensive wine and listened to banal conversations. At the same time, Sunghoon studied to understand how the corporate world worked, and business and to be able to take over his grandfather's coffee shop. When he passed away, he left it in his name and turned it into the bar it is today. Wearing shabby clothes, torn jeans, and blouses stained with all kinds of drink and food that he had already lost count of.
The coffee shop would have been very welcome if he was still a university student looking for a part-time job just to make some extra money, but with the end of university and a life full of bills and supporting himself, a bar would make a lot more money because he was now an adult. And adults liked alcohol, loud music, and a lot of flirting.
That's what he thought when he changed everything, from the paintings on the wall to the name of the establishment. His best friends became his partners to help run the bar and that's what helped him get a bit more of a head start on sales and popularity. Because they were well-known people at the university, and with Sunghoon being part of the soccer team and the popular kids, this consequently attracted many people who studied with them to become regular customers there.
You and your friends were one of them. Although you also liked to go to see Sunghoon and his best friends who were also your friends. That's why Fridays became a casual get-together for your group of friends.
But it wasn't today and that made you a little more apprehensive and tearful because it was the first time you'd been to the bar alone. You didn't go in with a friend or one of the boys waiting at the door to take you to the table they'd booked for the night.
Your steps were dragged and nervous as you passed people, bodies sweaty and dancing. Loud conversations as you heard someone cursing a soccer team from last night, another group of friends talking about kissing someone at the next table. You focused on every corner even though you didn't want to focus on anything and just went to the bar, lucky if any of the boys were there.
As soon as you finally got close, a few more steps and you'd be near the counter, but not before stopping and taking a look. Quickly sniffling to try to keep away the tears that were still collecting in your eyes because you didn't want any of your friends to see you cry. If you were lucky, the light in the bar would be so dark that it would camouflage your true face and you could make up an excuse and say that you just stopped by to say hello because you were nearby.
Your hands were hesitant as soon as you touched the counter in the empty space when a couple walked away after picking up their drinks and heading for the dance floor.
"Hello, welcome. What can I doâ" Jay was one of Sunghoon's best friends and very much your friend too, not least because he was your best friend's boyfriend "Y/n?" his eyebrows arched in surprise and a small smile appeared on his lips as soon as he saw you.
"Hi, Jay" you tried your best not to sound shaky, although you knew that the volume of the music would mask your true feelings.
"What are you doing here?" he looked at you and then around "Is Stella or the girls with you?"
"No, no. I came alone" you pulled up a stool to sit down, your hands resting on the marble of the counter and your eyes darting to the numerous bottles behind Jay before you focused your gaze on him.
"Did you come for a drink?" he followed your gaze as you turned away momentarily, noticing that you were staring at the whisky bottles. After turning back to you, Jay sighed when you nodded slightly "On a Wednesday?"
"Are you monitoring me, Jongseong?"
"Ugh, I hate it when you all call me that, you sound like you're mad" he snapped and walked over to the side of the whisky bottles. Pulling out a bottle and a shot glass, Jay slid it in front of him and filled some of the contents.
Your eyes flicked to the label, slowly reading Hennessy. The brand was known to you, it was one of the whiskies your father used to drink. Feeling the burning sensation he supposedly felt every time he drank made you shiver, not from the alcohol itself, but from thinking about your father at that moment.
"Thank you" you said to Jay as soon as he held out the glass to you. A small smile captured his lips as you turned the glass over in one go.
"For God's sake, Y/n, take it easy" he warned "If you're having a bad day, this will only get worse."
"One more, please" you tried to ignore his caution. Jay just rolled his eyes and took the empty glass from your hand, filling it much less than the first shot.
Then the second, third, and fourth he didn't even want to say much. Although he had already put a glass of water in with the glass of whisky he had poured for you. Jay's silent request is for you to have at least a little more water next time.
You could protest and grumble at how overprotective he was, remembering how he was with Stella in the first place. Then with you and your other friends because, according to Jay, anyone who looked after his girlfriend also deserved to be looked after. That's why he was so protective and nice to you.
But this overprotection was nothing compared to Sunghoon's with you, and for a second your mind switched off from the fact that he could be there and would show up at any moment. You just didn't realize that it would be abruptly, knocking the glass out of your hand and slamming it against the counter.
"You've had too much to drink" didn't take a genius or being drunk enough to register Sunghoon's voice entering your ears. You only refused to turn towards him, but you felt the boy's presence right behind you.
"I think I'm a customer here today, so Jay, please" you ignored the fact that the glass was next to Sunghoon's hand and pulled it out to hand it to Jay.
You couldn't register his expression when he saw you pick up the glass, because your body was turned just in time along with the stool you were sitting on. Facing Sunghoon, who lowered himself to the level of your face.
"You're going home, right? I'll drive you" he said.
"Nope" you muttered back.
"We're not having this conversation here, Y/n."
"And nowhere else" your pout almost made him give in and lean forward to kiss you, but Sunghoon held back, his hands squeezing the upholstery of the seat you were sitting on and slowly rubbing the side of his thumbs against your leg.
He opened his mouth to say more, to force you out of there, or to make fun of the fact that he had been watching you for a while as you drank and talked to Jay while he served other people at the bar. He wanted to tell you more, to say that his heart was racing with worry because you were never one to drink like that and it was strange to see you so resistant. But all his words fell flat when Sunghoon looked deep into your eyes and saw you crumble.
You let the tears fall freely down your cheeks and the urge to sniffle and sob that you'd been holding in all night now surfaced when he wrapped his arms around you to hold you against his chest.
"Jay, you can take over here, right?" he asked.
"Sure, go ahead, mate" Jay said "Call me if you need anything, me and the boys will lock up here and run to you two."
You could imagine the sad smile Jay was giving Sunghoon to try and comfort him as he lifted you off the bar stool and walked with you through all those drunk people until he left. Still holding you against him for fear that someone might touch you or that you might disappear from his sight, Sunghoon didn't want anything to happen to you.
"Did you come by car?" he asked when the two of you arrived outside. The icy wind didn't even tickle your body because you were so immersed in Sunghoon's arms that you couldn't feel anything.
Pointing in the direction of the parking lot, he pulled you along with him until he was able to locate your car without too much effort.
"I need your keys" he asked, releasing your arms to turn towards you and look at you straight on.
Noticing every little feature of you since you'd arrived at the bar. The office clothes hugged your curves, and every piece of clothing looked great on you. The combinations of turquoise and gray further enhanced your beauty and every feature that Sunghoon had fallen in love with.
"No purse?"
"In the car" you said in a tearful voice, reaching for the keys in the back pocket of the pants you were wearing to hand them to him.
Sunghoon took them and unlocked the alarm for you both to get in, holding the passenger door for you until you sat down and he could close the door. Running to the driver's side and getting in too.
If it had been any other time, that silence between the two of you would have been comfortable and just what you needed amid so much confusion in your week. But it was killing you because you knew that Sunghoon looked furious. Maybe at you, you didn't know for sure, but you shrugged when you felt the tears still falling down your cheeks.
"I'm sorry" you whispered as quietly as you could, breaking the silence inside the car, which was still at a complete standstill.
The only sound coming from Sunghoon's lips were the interspersed sighs he gave, running his hands over his face and then through his hair countless times. Well, your apology shouldn't be accepted, after all, because on another occasion he would say that you didn't need to apologize. That it wasn't your fault or anything to comfort you. But Sunghoon wasn't saying anything and that made you cry even more.
You turned your face towards him to see if there was any glimmer of comfort or something you could cling to so that he wouldn't feel that way. Your eyes traveled down his figure, noticing the contrast in clothing the two of you were wearing. Sunghoon was wearing a beige shirt with a huge stain near the sleeve, probably a drink that some customer had knocked over or that he or the boys had made at the bar. There was a small tear in the collar and it was halfway down his hip. Sunghoon's torn and worn jeans gave the outfit a total charm and it made you smile through your tears because it was so characteristic of him.
"SunghoonâŚ" you decided to call him after you didn't get an answer from him, earning you his gaze straight away.
Sunghoon's brow furrowed at the sight of you crying next to him and his heart squeezed even tighter because he didn't know how to act in the face of so much worry and nervousness. He had seen you cry many times before, but what had gotten into him to act like that? Why was he being so rude when all you had done was go to his bar to drink and cry? Something was happening and he needed to act, but he wasn't thinking straight.
So he didn't think much of it either when he turned and raised his hands to hold your face, bringing your face close to his and leaning his forehead against yours. That act in itself was something between you and him beyond intimacy. Something the two of you shared, in a mute attempt to convey the will to go further. To break through that barrier to touch lips and kiss. But neither you nor Sunghoon had ever done that.
His thumbs brushed against your cheek, the delicate touch contrasting with the roughness of Sunghoon's skin against yours. His breath hitched against your trembling lips and you almost asked him to go further, but you held back.
"Are you going to work tomorrow?" he asked suddenly, in a whisper. His thumbs were still caressing your cheeks and you let out a shaky sigh at the question.
"I don't want to set foot in that place any time soon" you said.
Opening your eyes to find Sunghoon's gaze already on you, your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when he looked directly at your lips. But just as quickly as he did this, he managed to look away and back at you properly.
"So I'm spending the night in your apartment" he kissed your forehead, lingering his lips against your skin before pulling away and straightening up in the driver's seat "You need to tell me why you showed up here at the bar on a Wednesday, crying."
"And you'll need to tell me why you fought with me today" you pouted, hearing him laugh for the first time since you met that night.
Sunghoon agreed, starting the car's engine to get out of there and head straight to his apartment.
Staying up late talking about what had caused all this was the right thing to do, even if your body was begging for some sleep after a long hot bath. You remember telling Sunghoon that it was trouble with your father, as usual. The way the man wanted to control your life in the worst possible way, not content with having decided your future, he wanted to decide anything else that involved you.
But the subject was cut off there, you didn't want to tell your best friend that the real reason you were crying wasn't even your father's control over your life and his idiotic hunches, but that in a few weeks, you wouldn't be here anymore. You would no longer live in this country and, worst of all, you would no longer see Sunghoon. That was better left unsaid as you fell asleep in his arms, preventing him from leaving your bed after hearing all your wails, promising that you wouldn't cry about it anymore.
Even though it was hard to think that you would no longer be close to him. That, in all this time, you hadn't even managed to declare yourself or hear a statement from him. So now being in another country, with unrequited love â or so you both thought â couldn't be worse.
Either that or the little hangover that took over your body as soon as dawn broke and you opened your eyes. The slight difficulty in keeping them open when you groped around and didn't feel Sunghoon's warm body anywhere. Had he already left, then? Or had he decided to sleep in the guest room in the middle of the night? This last option is ruled out because you remember turning over a few times in the early hours of the morning or stirring in your sleep and feeling his arms around you. It was one of the times he slept in the same bed as you, doing so only when your friends went to sleep in your apartment and used the other two spare bedrooms. This was done more often than you thought, but it wasn't so important to think about it now.
Sitting up in bed after much pondering, you felt your head spin a little and your eyes finally open. Contemplating the moment when you should have been at your father's company â which would soon be yours â but here you were, in your apartment after a wave of hangover hit on a Thursday morning. It wasn't that bad, you remember doing it a few times while you were at college. The only difference was that the place would be full of university students, your friends who were supposed to meet up at the bar on Friday. But one of them was certainly there in your apartment at that moment, and you realized it as soon as you got out of bed to walk out of the room.
The smell of food invaded your nostrils as you walked down the corridor to the top of the stairs. Noises of cutlery and frying and an undeniable smell of coffee pulled you further and further into the kitchen of your apartment. Sunghoon was unbelievable and you knew he would do anything to see you well. You just didn't know that he would prepare an entire breakfast when the scene in front of you said so.
"Good morning" he smiled at you when he saw you leaning against the doorframe, sleepy and even more beautiful than he remembered.
Your smile soon followed and you almost fell back when your eyes finally caught up with him. He had slept without his shirt on, but seeing him like that right in front of you was too much. Sunghoon was wearing sweatpants belonging to Jake, who always left his or Jay's clothes at your apartment every time he went there with you, Stella, and his girlfriend. Sunghoon also had a few pieces here and there, but Jake's pants were the first he'd found the night before, so putting them on quickly to wrap you in a hug was the only thing he could think of at the moment.
"Good morning" you decided, pushing aside any thoughts and smiling at him, approaching in slow steps the slender, gorgeous guy who was preparing a mug of coffee "Is that for me?"
He hummed excitedly, putting a few things into the mug before turning and handing it to you.
"I found some things in your cupboard and I think I may have managed to replicate my grandfather's coffee, the one we had at university."
"Don't play games with me" you pouted as you picked up the mug "Are you serious?"
He leaned down to touch his lips to the top of your head, sniffing your hair and smelling the shampoo on your strands.
"You tell me" Sunghoon moved away to finish making the pancakes and arrange the bacon and eggs on the table on the other side of the counter, where he turned around and walked away from you.
Your eyes captured the whole moment as he took a long sip of coffee. It was just like his grandfather's, perhaps with a little more cinnamon and a hint of vanilla that you felt as the liquid went down your throat. It might have been Sunghoon's style, but the essence was completely his grandfather's from what you remembered from university. Smiling at this, you watched him set up the whole breakfast game while humming some tune you couldn't identify because your brain was focusing on his every move. The muscles flexed as he bent over to arrange the plates, or how his brow furrowed as he balanced the juice container on the table.
You didn't want to feel your heart squeeze at that scene because Sunghoon had already done it a few times. For both you and your friends, it was normal to see him excited about making breakfast or being so domestic. But it wasn't normal for you to feel like you might explode, that you needed to tell him that in a few weeks, you'd both be far enough apart that he'd â maybe â even forget about you.
"Hey, Y/n" his voice was desperate and snapped you out of your thoughts when you noticed him running away from where you were to come towards you. You only realized you were crying when he took the mug from your hand and ran his fingers down your cheek, collecting your freshly fallen tears "What happened? Did I do something wrong or�"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong" you sobbed quietly, your hands encircling his fists as Sunghoon held your face between them.
"So what happened?" he asked. "Is there something else bothering you?"
Yes. I'm practically moving out and we won't see each other for who knows how long. You choked on that thought as you looked into his eyes, the concern evident and the glint that adorned the dark orbs that you admired so much.
Your thoughts were consuming you as Sunghoon leaned towards you, trying to listen or hoping that words would come out of your mouth so that he could understand what was happening to you. In his mind, something at breakfast or the night before was completely wrong.
He may have overstepped the mark when he held you while you slept, keeping you close to his body the whole time. Or that he went through your kitchen and prepared a huge breakfast on a weekday when you were supposed to be in your office and you were here with him. But that didn't make sense and he just wanted to think that you were vulnerable from having bad times with your father and the weight on your back from trying to please him at all costs.
Sunghoon understood how burdened you were by this how much you disliked what you had and how your relationship with your father was, he understood from the moment you two met. That's what made you fall in love with him because he always understood you. And he fell in love with you because he saw you beyond any designer clothes you wore or jewelry your father gave you to put around your neck. He saw your eyes, your smile, he saw you for real.
And he was seeing it now, in front of him in your kitchen, and as your tears slowly dried until you stopped crying. Sunghoon thought about asking you again what had happened or if you wanted him to leave so you could be alone, but it was his turn to have his mind flooded with nothing but you when he felt your lips on his.
Suddenly, without any pretext, you simply leaned forward and kissed him.
Sunghoon's hands ran to your waist and pulled you against his body, afraid that this was his mind betraying him, or that he was daydreaming about your lips against his. But as soon as you whimpered softly to ask for permission to kiss him, he knew he wasn't dreaming.
Tongues soon intertwined and the taste of coffee in your mouth quickly passed into his mouth, making Sunghoon moan softly as he pressed you between his body and the kitchen counter. It was a repressed feeling since the time you two discovered such feelings and that you held onto until the present moment. If he had known that kissing you would be like this, that your mouth would fit perfectly on his, and that you would have the sweetest breath against his lips, Sunghoon would have kissed you much sooner. He would have taken advantage of every opportunity he had around you, your mouth, or the moments when you two almost kissed by accident. He should have done all this before because it was heavenly to feel your mouth move against his.
It was all too much and the way you were making him feel, but when your nails slid to the back of his neck, sanity had long since left Sunghoon's body. He slid his hands down your thighs and supported your body to place you sitting on the kitchen counter. The icy marble on your thighs and half of your ass where the shorts couldn't cover, you moaned against his mouth and leaned your body forward with a shiver running through you. Your chest pressed against his and Sunghoon fit between your legs, as little space as possible between the two of you.
Pulling away after a long while, he rolled his eyes to your lips to notice a thin layer of saliva and the redness of your bottom lip. Swollen and all beautiful while he wasn't much different. Your chest rose and fell to normalize your breathing and he kept his hands resting on the counter beside each of your thighs.
âY/nâ he called your name, voice hoarse like a plea for you to keep him between your legs even after the kiss was over.
"Yeah?" you answered him, hands running down his chest and feeling Sunghoon's heart speed up under your fingers when your hand stopped there. Your eyes stared into his as your legs pressed against Sunghoon's ass to press him between your legs.
âShitâ he moaned as the growing erection pressed between your legs, the heat of your still-covered pussy making him shudder.
Quickly Sunghoon's hands slid down your thighs and went to the waistband of your pajama shorts, grabbing the fabric without taking it out of place. You tightened your legs around his waist again and at that moment you saw him gain courage and roll your hips against his. Sunghoonâs dick was rock hard and you couldnât hold back your moan as the perfect movement made the head of his dick press against your swollen clit. The wonderful friction of dry fucking as he alternated his hips between rolling and going back and forth, only to be able to draw moans from your lips each time his dick got the perfect pressure on your pussy.
âSunghoonâ you moaned his name, hands moving down from his chest to his stomach slowly. The nail scratched all the way down forming a red trail against the white skin in front of you. You stopped with your fingers on the waistband of the pants he was wearing, swallowing hard when his hand on the waistband of your shorts went down.
"Yes, my love?" he whispered. So deep making your pussy clench around nothing, and it was pathetic how you felt like this while he had barely touched you.
âCan youââ your voice hitched, your eyes closed quickly when Sunghoon's fingers entered your shorts and panties, going straight to your wet clit.
His moan made you moan too, combined with the pressure of his fingertips rubbing circles on your muscles in need of attention. It felt so good not to have to ask him for much, knowing that the impulse to kiss him was making you do this kind of thing that you didn't even know would happen. Much less him.
Feeling like you had kissed him was something Sunghoon never thought would happen, especially since you were always shyer than him. All the advances and physical contact between the two of you came from him, so he thought that, if one day there was a kiss between you and him, he would definitely make the first move. But since it hadn't happened, Sunghoon was left to enjoy that moment because he knew he was giving himself as much as you.
You could no longer hold back the desire he had to have you in his arms, at his fingertips, wrapped around his dick. Sunghoon wanted to feel you.
"That is good?" he asked as he ran his fingers down your pussy lips, parting them with the obscene sound of your wetness spreading. You would be embarrassed just to hear it, but you no longer cared as his fingers worked wonders on your pussy.
âThat feels wonderfulâ you moaned as he circled his index finger around your entrance, feeling like you had clenched around nothing. As impatient as he is.
With a movement away, you almost cried when you no longer felt Sunghoon's fingers in your pussy. Almost grabbing him back and shoving his hand where you needed him most. But everything calmed down when you saw that he was grabbing your shorts and panties, asking you to lift your hips so he could remove what was getting in the way.
Soon the pieces of clothing were on the floor and you thanked the gods for being free down there, with his hand returning to surround your clit in circular movements. Sunghoon's nimble and skilled fingers made small drawings on your pussy while his other hand went up to your face and held it. Cupped between your cheek and neck so that he kept your face close to his while the fingers in your pussy were slid to your entrance.
âDonât hide your sounds from me, okay?â he asked as he introduced two fingers at once, watching you bite your bottom lip hard. Sunghoon smiled when you opened your eyes to look at him, nodding as you let your moans come out freely.
The stretch of your pussy felt divine to him, his fingers covered in arousal and your walls clenching so deliciously as he went deeper with slow movements. Not because he wanted to torture you, but because he was taking his time as he felt you getting wetter and wetter so he could take his cock.
Meanwhile, his hands reached down with difficulty to the waistband of the pants he wore to sleep, pushing it down just to free the head of his dick. Because you didn't have enough strength to continue the work since Sunghoon's fingers in your pussy took away any concentration you had. He chuckled softly at your snort of displeasure at not getting what he wanted to do, then he leaned in to kiss your lips.
A tender, slow, and affectionate kiss. With your tongues moving against each other romantically, silently conveying that you two loved each other, even if it was never said in the first place.
Sunghoon removed his fingers from your pussy with a pornographic pop due to the amount of juices coming out of there. He took the opportunity to lower his pants to his feet and use his fingers, wet with your essence, to wrap around the head of his dick and smear it along with the precum that came out of there. That scene could be worth any orgasm he had as you watched him slowly masturbate in front of you, with his finger full of you and his precum. This was making you so hot that you decided to take off your pajama shirt, now matching his nudity.
You pulled him by the back of his head and kissed him. Wanting to occupy your mouth or something other than focusing on his dick that was already throbbing to be inside you, soon feeling him pull you closer to the edge of the kitchen counter and feeling his dick against your thigh.
âLet me know if itâs too much, okay?â he asked gently against your lips, you sighed softly and agreed, whispering a slow âyesâ to him.
As if he already knew your body, Sunghoon was precise in positioning the head of his dick in your pussy and sliding it from your clit, the soaked lips, and your entrance. Collecting even more of your juices until the head of his cock was in your hole. Slowly entering your pussy with almost stopping movements, just so that you felt comfortable each time he moved inside you to penetrate a little more.
Your nails scratched every inch of his skin that was visible and touchable to you, and he smiled, satisfied, knowing that those marks would remain on his skin for a long time. Not that it was a bother because Sunghoon would happily tell anyone who asked that it was his girl who had done it.
âFuckâ you grunted as his pelvis finally slammed against yours, his dick completely inside you. Big and throbbing, touching your spongy part in a slow movement that he made as he started to pull out and re-enter your pussy.
âAre youââ he moaned âFuck, Y/nâ Sunghoonâs lips found yours again.
Your hot pussy sucking his cock was the best feeling Sunghoon could have felt in his life. It was as if your pussy had molded itself to him in just a few seconds while he was inside you, no longer wanting to come out.
âYou can move now, Hoonieâ calling him that nickname always made something in Sunghoon light up, but the way you whimpered and then moaned, made Sunghoon's hips slam hard against yours.
He would even apologize for how careless he was in fucking you like that because he wanted to take it slow and take his time. He wanted to enjoy every movement, but the excitement of hearing you call him made something click in him.
Responding to your requests, Sunghoon began to move between your legs. His cock moved in and out slowly but hit you hard every time his pelvis met yours. The sound of skin slapping together, accompanied by the moans you two shared was the soundtrack of that kitchen. Sunghoon went back to cupping your face in his hands, cupping each side of your cheek to keep your face in place as he fucked your hips against his. Your legs wrapped around him pressing your thighs against his waist to press him further as he bottomed out, his cock reaching your cervix with each hard thrust until the end.
âYou feel so good, loveâ he moaned close to your mouth, his gaze falling between your bodies to see his cock being swallowed by your pussy. The white ring of his excitement wetting his dick to his pelvis when he got close to your pussy.
The lazy smile he gave you when he looked back at you, his face fucked up and his eyes focused on his every move.
âHoonieâ you called him.
"Yes, love?" he leaned in, mouth brushing against his and hip movements never stopping as he tried to hear what you had to say.
It could be the horniness taking over you, or the need to say it because you didn't know when you would have another opportunity. And if it would have. He could run away and never see you again, but you would need to take that chance while you were being fucked by him in your kitchen.
Your hands reached for his hands on your face, sliding one of them along the prominent veins on Sunghoon's forearm. He sighed softly at the touch, smiling against your mouth.
âI'm in love with youâ your voice followed by a loud moan as he slammed his hips against yours, his cock entering your pussy completely.
The action itself was a shock because he wasn't expecting it. Maybe hearing you say that he was doing great, that his cock was something amazing, or something related to the sex you two were sharing. But never something he looked forward to hearing, not when his dick was buried inside your pussy.
Sunghoon slowed down the pace of his thrusts, remaining with his hands on your face before taking your lips in a slow kiss, sucking the tip of your tongue to your lower lip.
âI've always wanted to hear thatâ he sighed breathlessly, one of his thumbs going down to your bottom lip and pressing there âBecause I've been in love with you since we met, Y/n.â
It would be romantically beautiful if he didn't have his hair disheveled, sweaty, and plastered to his forehead. And if you weren't oozing excitement from your pussy onto the kitchen counter and his dick if your body wasn't on the verge of exploding. But no matter how you and him were, hearing that made things a little better for you.
âThen show meâ you whispered âMake me cum on your cock.â
He just nodded without having the courage to contradict you or say how sexy you were commanding him like that. Because Sunghoon also wanted to cum and it wasn't much different from you.
Returning the ministrations of your hips against his and burying his cock in you, he accelerated the pace of his thrusts, and the sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen again. His cock buried itself deeper and deeper into your pussy and soaked between your thighs and his abdomen each time he went even deeper into you.
Sunghoon pressed his thumb again on your lower lip, collecting some of your saliva so he could wet his finger and go down to your clit. Spreading your saliva there to stimulate the neglected muscle as he fucked his dick inside you.
âCome for me then, love. I want to hear you moan my nameâ he whispered close to your ear, sliding his mouth down your neck and biting the place eagerly.
Teeth dug into your skin as he sped up his thrusts as he felt his cock pulse inside you and your pussy squeeze him against its walls. Sunghoon could scream right then and there when he felt you contract around him, moaning his name as he asked and writhing on the kitchen counter. Your nails dug into his shoulders as a way to balance himself, taking possession of the man who fucked you so good and squeezed your clit until he extracted the last drop of your cum.
âI want you to cum inside meâ you whispered close to his ear, taking advantage of the fact that Sunghoonâs lips were still on your neck âPlease, Hoonie.â
You could be a huge motherfucker and he had never seen that side of you until now. But it also wasn't complaining that you were like that with him, on the contrary. It was great to see this side of you from the angle and position he was in.
Sunghoon gave a few more thrusts into your convulsing and overstimulated pussy, going deep with his dick until jets of cum painted each of your walls white, feeling the heat take over your pussy as he slid his dick inside you. Pulsating and incredibly skilled, pushing harder and harder until he stopped cumming inside you.
He was stunned and panting, teeth sliding across your skin and a hickey left in place before he pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. Still keeping his cock inside you to have the heat of your pussy envelop him a little more.
âYouâŚâ he started saying, clearing his throat when he felt it dry. You knew what he was going to say, trying not to show any sadness and just focusing on the moment he was having. âYou really meant that, didnât you?â
âAbout being in love with you?â you asked, seeing him agree with a shy nod. As if he didnât still have his dick inside you and had fucked you just a few minutes ago âOf course I do.â
âGoodâ Sunghoon smiled at you, kissing your lips to get out of your pussy and prevent you both from moaning loudly at the feeling of each otherâs emptiness âNow letâs clean ourselves up, shall we?â
It was your turn to agree, accepting his help to get off the counter and go to your room.
You didnât want to say anything to him about not seeing each other anymore or about how you were leaving. Many possibilities were running around your mind and you thought of something that might work. But none of them were involved in facing Sunghoon face to face after today.
"A letter? Who would send that nowadays?â Sunghoon laughed as he took the envelope from Jay's hand, rolling his eyes and pulling out a chair to sit down.
It was close to lunch and the bar wasn't even close to opening, but he and his best friends always went at that time to have lunch together and clean the bar before the night was full of the customers they always used to come to.
It was Friday and he was excited because he knew he would spend time with his friends and, more than that, he would spend his time with you. He would finally have you with him after telling you he was in love with you and hearing that you were in love with him back. Sunghoon could have sworn this was all a dream because less than two days ago he heard it, waiting for a long time since college.
But if all the waiting was made up for with the sex you two had in the kitchen, then continued in the bedroom and ended up in the bathroom of your apartment, he would be completely happy with having waited so long.
âOpen it already, dudeâ Jay whined âOr Iâll do it and read it out loud.â
Sunghoon denied all of Jay's theatrics and rolled his eyes, opening the envelope that had no sender, only the recipient. He sighed as he unfolded the paper inside.
âItâs a letter from Y/nâ he smiled at the paper when he recognized your handwriting.
Jay also smiled, remembering the day before when he received Sunghoon's call after he left your house. Telling everything that had happened, maybe omitting some details so it wouldn't be so embarrassing for Jay, but he still wanted to tell about the small statement. About how he saw the sparkle in his eyes when he heard that you were in love with him and how you shivered in his arms when he heard that it was reciprocal.
But also, how could it not? Sunghoon would be crazy if he wasn't in love with you back. He would call himself every name possible for not realizing how amazing you were and how passionate you were too.
As he read that letter, the smile disappeared and Jay did the same, not understanding why Sunghoon seemed so apprehensive reading something you had sent him. Not after the time the two of you shared.
âHey, dudeâ Jay called him, but all Sunghoon did was crumple up that paper and throw it on the table.
Leaving without saying a single word he rolled up the bar door and disappeared from there.
âWhat happened to him?â Heeseung appeared next, startled by the noise the door made as soon as Sunghoon left.
Jay was just as confused as he was, not wanting to invade his friend's privacy, but he was worried and knew that Sunghoon or Heeseung would do the same for him if they saw him like that. So the boy did the most sensible thing, which was to crumple the paper to read the letter you had written to Sunghoon.
His eyes widened with each word before reading specific things you had written, one of them being the reason why Sunghoon had left there like that.
Maybe it was our last moment together because, in a few weeks, I'm moving to Switzerland. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just⌠I was scared.
Jay put the pieces together little by little. So that was the reason that made you go to the bar crying on Wednesday, you were moving to Switzerland. And you would lose Sunghoon one way or another because you certainly had your father's hand in this decision, which certainly wasn't his.
Now all that was left was to know what the boy would do with this information, because the way Sunghoon left that bar, he hadn't taken the news very well.
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older brother choso x babysitter reader
a/n: this was for someone who requested a reader with waist beads. had such writers block with this omg
warnings: sub choso, he says mommy like once
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Homeless. The word never came to mind when you juggled around the possibilities of moving out of your parentsâ home. You worked a decent job; it wasnât much, but it was enough to pay the rent and small utilities. You never thought about what you would do if you happened to not have a job anymore. It never seemed plausible.
But unless this was some elaborate prank from your forbearing boss, youâre staring at a termination letter in the darkness of your room. Youâre fired. Thereâs the proof right there, written in a fine, bold red print. They needed to cut budgets- they had to let a few people go. Thereâs also the fake sympathies of âWeâre sorry to let you goâ and âYou were a great employeeââ all bullshit, really. A poor attempt at making you feel better.
You shouldâve prepared for this, shouldâve saved for more than a monthâs rent. But you didnât, and unless you find something in the next two weeks, you will run out of food. You had little experience, you had only been working at that cafĂŠ shop for three months. You try to find the same position at a different place, a little bit further from your place.
âWhy do you want to work here?â A sharp feminine voice blinks you of your thoughts. Your eyes swiftly turn to the lady recruiter, but you frown when you realize hers were shifted downwardsâ on her notepad.
Because yaâll are hiring?
You decide to take the honest route. You need to pay rent; you donât have the capacity to come up with a lie. Maybe sheâll take pity on you.
â.. I- Uh. I just got fired from my previous job and only saved one monthâs rent- I like the peacefulness of working at a local cafĂŠ since that was what I used to do. Your company also promotes natural and healing ingredients; thatâs admirable.â You choose your words carefully.
You hear a hum, âDo you like these things?â
âI do. I like taking care of myself in and out, even energetically. Itâs why I have these waist beads. Theyâre stones each have different healing properties.â Should you have rambled like that?
Your waist is a target of her attention, and as you mentioned, a collection of colorful, small, spherical stones adorn your waist. At least seven of them sat snugly under your slender stomach.
You piqued her interest because the next twenty minutes of your interview were a deep conversation about the different meanings held by the stones you wore. Maybe youâre reading too much into it, but her tone made it seem like she was impressed.
She dismisses you with a, âExpect a call in two weeks.â and a smile. The only one sheâs given you since you got here.
The wind in New York was quite strong, so when your shoes clattered on the cement beneath you, you were surprised when a paper hit you right in the face. Your lipgloss held the paper in place. You pull yourself to the side after moving the paper, and you see something just as youâre about to crumble it up.
babysitter wanted asap, will pay $50 an hour!
And just under that, his Instagram and a small description.
my name is choso, and i need some help looking after my little brother. heâs 5 years old, very cheerful, and generally well-behaved. iâm only 20, and if i continue taking care of him alone, iâll probably fail my classes. itâs just the two of us, so if youâre interested my ig is @c.kamo
In all honesty, you were already hooked when you read $50 per hour. Is he rich or something? When you type in his Instagram, youâre taken aback.
The man you see now is dangerously attractive, making you wonder if this is a prank. You click on his story and- how lucky are you? The piercings on his eyebrow, nose, and lip were a striking contrast to his pale white face. His jaw is exceptionally sharp, his lips are pink and full, and his hair is styled into two adorable pigtails.
When you press your finger to show the following picture, you audibly gasp. His abs were pushing through a tight black compression shirt. His arms are veiny, firm- big. Your Uber almost left without you because of how struck you were.
You fold the paper stu, put it in your purse, and follow him, deciding to text him when youâre home. You just hope heâs still looking for a babysitter, you donât know how long this paper has been rolling around the streets.
As usual, the doorman greeted you happily when you arrived after a short ride to your apartment. The constant buzzing on your phone since you got here has reminded you of the potential job offer that came to your attention a few moments ago.
Youâre pushing your pants down when you go to his profile again, and you stop abruptly when you realize the man who followed nobody followed you back, and he sent you a message. A smile slowly creeps onto your lips, making you feel giddy.
That was easy, you think. If you had known how easy it was to earn money elsewhere, you would have quit ages ago. It makes you overthink, worrying that this was another one of those sex trafficking schemes you havenât heard of yet.
Choso sends you his number afterwards and instructions for tomorrow. You feel at ease knowing that the address he sends you is in one of the skyscrapers in Long Island City. He even sent you the apartment number and told you to use his full name so the doorman could ring you up.
That morning, he informed you of a few things about Yuji. He may be reserved because his previous babysitters didnât appreciate his energetic personality. Though, Choso assures you that once he feels comfortable, it wonât be long until he opens up. Youâre a bit sad to hear that those who looked after him before werenât very kind and that Yuji would often complain that he would have to play alone.
You figured they only mentioned babysitting to get Choso. When you told him this, his only response was,
âget with me? i donât see why, is there something in particular they want?â
Yeah, whatâs in your pants. Is what you wanted to say.
Yuji leaves you feeling surprised when you meet him. This boy wasnât anything like a reserved one. You donât believe he could manifest such a thing. When he came to greet you, he jumped on you, and you had to quickly pull your hands from your pockets and catch him so he wouldnât fall. Youâre chuckling, and your voice is comforting the little boy when you speak,
âOh! Hi, sweetheart. Nice to meet you, Yuji.â
His smile is blinding when he looks up at you, âYouâre pretty! What are those beads for? Are you my new babysitter? Will you play with me?â
Choso observes your interactions with his brother and how you answer his questions as if itâs second nature. The beads that his brother mentioned caught his attention the moment you stepped through his door. Heâs ashamed. He feels utterly ashamed to admit that heâs been gazing at them.
Out of curiosity at first, but then he noticed the way they moved whenever you did.
Choso was not the type to indulge in lustful thoughts. He didnât have trouble keeping his eyes away from the previous babysitters who arrived at his house in the shortest skirts ever made.
So, why is it so hard to look away from you? From your waist?
Thereâs nothing revealing about what youâre wearing. Your outfit consists of a flowing white skirt that touches the ground, and he noticed that a black tank top keeps bouncing up no matter how many times you try to pull it down. Despite this, he is still unable to look away. You look soft, the beads are loosely adorning your hips, and suddenly, he canât help but think of how his hands would look there.
Choso blinks. Where did that come from?
He shakes his head, attempting to shake himself away from these fantasies. He has to leave. He will miss his class if he doesnât leave his seat on the kitchen counter.
He clears his throat, âHe seems to like you already. I have to leave now.. for class. Iâll be home in 3 hours, and there is money on the counter if either of you gets hungry.â
When he speaks, you notice the uncomfortable look on his face. Does he not want to go? Is he worried? Although you hope not, you are questioning yourself when he walks towards you on the floor and gives his brother a kiss, but then passes you without even giving you a glance.
Well... That was uncalled for. Yuji takes hold of your hand and leads you to his LEGO collection, preventing you from pondering it.
Choso doesnât come home in three hours like he said. Rather, two hours later. He did let you know, though. He really wasnât the type to do this, so it wouldnât be fair to you if he didnât. He tried his best to delay as much as possible because he wasnât ready to see you yet. He was afraid of those thoughts from earlier and wasnât prepared to come face-to-face with them again.
Alas, he had to. He closes the door to his apartment with a smooth click and is greeted with the sound of TV. He doesnât hear much, but what he thinks is.. light snoring?
He makes a slow walk to the living room, and there you both are. Youâre lying on your back, your mouth slightly open in a light snore, and your left arm is dangling off the corner of the cushion. Yuji is on top of you, also on his back, and is practically in the same position as you.
Chosoâs instincts drive him to walk towards you both, and what he does next is entirely natural. He lightly ruffles Yujiâs hair to avoid waking him and kisses his forehead. He thinks youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen, even with the few hairs on your laid black lace that covers your right eye when he looks up at you.
He brushes it to the side, immediately flinching back when you move your head in your sleep. What the fuck is he doing?
He rushes to get a glass of water, taking care not to make any abrupt sounds. He wants to let you sleep a little, he reasons with himself that heâs just being a good person. In reality, he doesnât want you to leave yet. He refuses to believe he does not want to wake you because of his selfish motives.
âChoso?â
He jumps, almost dropping the glass in his hand.
âSorry, I didnât mean to wake you. Yuji-â When he fully faces you, he stops short. The pictures on your Instagram had nothing on you, honestly. Both your skirt and tank top are now lower than when you came here, and he can clearly see your voluptuous tits. The cute pudge of your stomach wrapped by those fucking waist beads is also visible to him.
Youâre still half asleep when you notice heâs not talking, so you donât care much to interrogate him. Your tone of voice is one of concern when you say, âI put Yuji in his room, donât worry. You okay?â
No. Far from it, actually. That is what he desperately wants to say. But how could he explain what it is thatâs really wrong with him? Heâs having unnatural thoughts about you, including your body and face. You might think that heâs a creep. Yuji seems to have a good relationship with you. What is the probability that he will find someone like you again?
He doesnât want to risk it; he doesnât want to take that chance. So, he answers you, âIâm great. Nothing is wrong at all. Did you, uh, have fun with Yuji?â
âOh, yeah! He was great, he always had something new for us toâŚâ
Whatever youâre talking about gets tuned out by Choso. He hates himself for it. Heâs sure what youâre saying is important, he doesnât doubt it for a second. But did you ever notice that your lips twitch whenever you speak? That you start playing with the ends of your hair when you suddenly become hyper-aware that his eye contact is unwaveringly on you.
Heâs not looking directly into your eyes but rather at your entire body. His eyes would shift from your lips, then to your chest, but they would always find their way back to your hips. You had a hunch that he wasnât really listening to what you were saying. And you catch on quickly, so you decide to tease him.
âI think if I keep stretching, Iâll be able to do the splits in a week. Donât you think so, Cho?â
âHuh? Oh, yeah.â Cho? You already gave him a nickname?
Even though you stifle a giggle, it eventually becomes a full-blown laugh. The mere sound brings Choso to a smile before he covers his face sheepishly.
âI didnât mean to zone you out, I just had a long day.â
âI can see that.â You finish your fit of giggles and move over to his fridge and check to see if you have any leftovers from earlier, âYou should eat. Thereâs some leftover Chinese in the fridge, I can heat it up for you?â
He hurriedly takes his bag off and drops it on the ground before sitting on the countertop. âIâd have to pay you more for your services.â
âYou donât have to pay me, I canât in my good conscience leave you alone like that. You can barely stand up.â As you microwave some leftover fried rice, you can hear him hum. All the while, his eyes never leave your frame- waist.
âThis is actually the first time I didnât have to rush home early.â He murmurs, his hand holding his face up while he admires you.
As you wait for the timer to end, you turn your attention towards him, âReally? Is that why you took your sweet time coming home?â
He likes how you say âcoming homeâ, as if heâs coming home to you. As though you were living together. When he detects the annoyance in your tone, he frowns, âI apologized.â
You notice his pout as you hand him the hot plastic food container. âIt wonât happen again if thatâs what youâre worried about. Please donât quit, I really-â
âWoah, Iâm not quitting.â
You cut him off, and he can reply with nothing but an âOh.â
When you gather your purse and keys, Choso watches- Youâre leaving already?
âYeah, you pay really well, anddd I like Yuji.â You were sincere. A salary like this shouldnât be wasted because of a delayed arrival. At least he informed you that he would be late; thatâs better than nothing. And itâs true, you really liked Yuji. It was natural for you to get along with him as if he was already a family member.
Itâs endearing how Choso abandons his food to follow after you as you walk towards his door. âIt was fun babysitting, Cho! Text me when you need me-â
âTomorrow? Could you come again tomorrow at the same time?â
Youâre momentarily speechless, but remember heâs waiting for a response, âTomorrow?â
âI might need you for the rest of the week actually, I have a few finals coming up.â Choso is smart. He doesnât really need to study for these finals, but he figures he can use that as an excuse to have you here, with him.
You stutter out, âWell- Well, I still have to go job hunting..â
âI can triple your pay. Quadruple it if you want.â He said without delay as if he hadnât offered to pay you more than $500 daily just to spend some time with his brother.
âIs money just not that big of an issue for you?â You laugh, perplexed as to why this man is just throwing money at you like youâre a common whore.
Not when it comes to you, no. âNo. Will you come back for the week?â His answer is blunt, honest, stoic even, like he doesnât catch on to why youâre in such disbelief.
âI- I guess.â At that moment, he offers you a lazy smile and wishes you goodnight. He complemented his words with a sweet âYou looked very pretty today, by the way.â Allowing you to drive away in the Uber flustered and thinking about the entire interaction on your way home.
The next four days were the same: Choso left for class, you spent an afternoon with Yuji, and a small conversation and meal between you and Choso happened right before you left for that night in the kitchen. You assumed it would be the same when he asked you to take care of Yuji while he was studying at home.
As you neared the end of the week, those conversations grew longerâŚand more secluded. Choso is usually found in his room with his face stuffed in a big textbook and his notes. When you sat on his bed, he would move them to the side and give you his full attention.
âSo, youâve never had a girlfriend?â You repeat his statement back at him with a look of apprehension. How is that even possible? Heâs hot, rich, and really smart, too. How come heâs not taken?
When he answers you, he doesnât seem embarrassed, âNo. I havenât met anyone.. interesting, yet.â
You stare at the ceiling as you take in his words, âAre you saving yourself for marriage?â
âIâve had sex once. It wasnât memorable enough for me to do it again.â Chosoâs face becomes warm when he responds to you. Is it even right for him to share these things with you? He is curious about your thoughts when you donât speak for an entire minute. His body is shaking in anxiety while he is in his gaming chair.
You huff, sprawled out on his bed, âI donât think anyoneâs first time is the best.â
He raises a brow, making a sound that urges you to finish, âYou need experience to figure out what you like and donât like.â
âDo-Do you have experience?â
You smile and finally turn to look at the pale man, âWhy, yes, I do.â
ââŚCould you teach me some things?â
Silence. Choso doesnât know why he said that. Heâs not sure why you guys are even talking about this. Maybe it was too soon? Maybe you didnât see him that way? What if you decide to leave?
âM-Maybe I shouldnât have said that. You donât have to-â
âSure, Iâll teach you.â Lifting yourself off his bed, you stop in front of the space between his legs. The physical struggle heâs facing to not grab you can be seen as he repositions his eyes on your waist again.
Leaning close to his lap, you place your hands on his shoulders, âIf thatâs what you really want.â
Your movements are slow, particularly when you put your ass right on his bulge, which has been there since you entered his room. Choso is at a loss with his hands, so you help by positioning them on both sides of your hips. He instantly squeezes and you canât help but notice that small mewl coming from his lips.
âIs that what you want, Cho?â
His nod is swift and desperate even as his mind starts to get hazy. You smell really good, and the feeling of you on his lap is quickly becoming something he wants more of. His head is already in the crook of your neck, and his soft lips touch you before he tentatively sucks.
You gently pull his head back by his hair, and the sound that comes from his lips is raw and deafening. âDonât go mute now. Use your words.â
âYes.. please.â Heâs panting, his eyes hooded and low as he gazes into yours. His words prompt you to gently press your lips against his, proving his resolve. He didnât have much, or any at all, because he snatched your lips harshly. Youâre gasping because of the sensation of his hands gripping your waist and pulling at your waist beads. Heâs grumbling about how you taste and how you feel so much softer than he could ever imagine.
Chosoâs breath becomes choppy when you start grinding against his bulge, and he can even detect your swollen lips through your shorts. His hands begin to creep up your body, and his fingers immediately pull down the top of your tank, exposing your tits. You werenât even wearing a bra.
You swallow loudly when he releases your lips and lowers his head to wrap them around your dark areola, squeezing the other hand to ensure itâs not neglected. Choso gets lost in your taste and hypnotized by how you twitch and buck whenever he bites gently. He withdraws with a pop and swiftly leans down to fill his mouth with the one his hand was holding.
You gasp out, âSince this is a lesson, I should teach you how to-â
âEat you out?â Although his words are muffled, you can still hear them clearly. You make an effort to chuckle, but he bites your nipples again, making you release a small moan. Thereâs no chance to react because he suddenly lifts you up, takes two steps from his chair, and sets you down on his bed.
Choso is prompt and hurries you out of your shorts and panties. The lace pair is flimsy and rips easily due to his strength- his eagerness. His face is flush against your cunt as he forces your legs apart. Even if you tried, you couldnât move because of his firm clasp.
Your lips are gleaming and dripping on his lips, you are so wet. When he finally drags his tongue between your folds, he can feel your throbbing, âYou taste amazing.â
His lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly, causing slight twitching and cross eyes. Itâs impossible to think he only did this once. Heâs sucking so obscenely and poking at your quivering hole incessantly. Choso is moaning against you like heâs been dying to do this. Thereâs no way he only did this once. Youâre overwhelmed by the way heâs making you feel,
âRight there! Shit- Oh! Youâre doing so- so good.â
At the praise, his eyes roll back, and his cock throbs against his boxers. The way he slowly pushes his middle finger into you is riveting, stretching you better than your fingers could ever. Your breath staggers as you let out a sinful moan.
Your hips begin buckling, your beads thrash as you move, and Choso has to put a heavy hand on your stomach to prevent you from running away when he accelerates his ministrations. Heâs keeping you steady while curling his finger upwards and punching your G-spot over and over again. He adds another one and twists them, hoping to receive your praise again.
You wail out a beautiful symphony, âYes- fuck! Mâgonna cum. Youâre gonna make me cum, baby.â
He loves the way you make dirty words sound angelic. Heâs the one whoâs going to make you cum, heâs the one making you tremble and cry out at the mercy of his tongue and two fingers. The pressure in your stomach is so intense that you feel like youâre on fire, like a dam is about to burst.
âCum. Please, please. I want it so bad, want you to make a m-mess.â
Your head is turning as he continues to make love with your hole, kissing the hood of your clit with his rough passion. An earth-shattering orgasm rips through you, and your chest rises up and down as your back arches without much help. With your head thrown back, your hands scramble to grab his hair to keep him where he is. He was too determined to savor every last bit of your sweet essence, so he wouldnât even dare move anyway.
As you stumble out, your body shakes violently, âAh! Youâre such a good boy, Cho.â
Low whimpers vibrate against your core, and you donât delay in pulling him up your body and kissing him, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. Heâs becoming needy once more and doesnât hesitate to start grinding his fat cock against your thigh- his boxers being long gone.
He doesnât pull away from your lips when he speaks, âCan I put it in now? Please?â
The way he begs is so sweet, and it makes you coo as your soft hand grabs his length to lead it to your sopping cunt. Jesus, heâs big. Abnormally big, how did he hide this?
Youâre teasing him by slowly sliding his flushed tip between your lips, never going in. His moans are whiny, and his hips twitch every time he goes over your tight hole. Chosoâs balls are churning, he might just cum like this.
âPlease- wanna fuck you. Just put it in, p-put it- Fuck.â
His lips swell with a deep moan as you finally push his tip in. Youâre so wet, so warm. He has to push the rest of his thick cock inside to feel you clench on him entirely, and he does. He bucks instantly, forcing almost half of him inside your dripping mound, and the stretch heâs giving you is painful but euphoric.
You have to silence Choso with your lips against his lips after he releases another pornographic moan, âShh, baby. Donât- Donât wanna wake your brother up.â
You move your hips, causing him to slip the remaining inches inside you. Heâs speedy in pulling back, bringing his tip to your entrance, and then slamming his hips against yours. Youâre groaning against his lips, gasping every time you hear a slick noise coming from between your legs.
The sensation of your cunt being so warm and suffocating him back inside with a tight grip is making his mind go into a coma. As Choso gives you deep, sweet strokes, his hold on your waist is harsh, and you anticipate feeling sore tomorrow. Heâs not going to last long, you feel too good.
âYouâre fucking me so good, Cho! Harder, baby. Just like that, fuck me harder.â He follows your instructions swiftly as if heâs afraid of disappointing you. Your words are motivating him to work harder, to make this experience perfect for you.
Heâs whimpering pathetically above you, his thrusts getting harsher and deeper when he fucks into you. âMâgonna cum. You feel so- Shit. Please- Please let me fill you up.â
âYeah? Wanna fill me up? Beg a little more.â As you whisper in a daze, youâre spent and almost at your peak.
âPleasepleasepleaseplease- Ah shit! Please, mommy!â Choso moans into your neck while his hips bump into yours in uncoordinated movements. Your cunt is a perfect fit against him, he canât get enough of it.
You were surprised by the impact a single word had on you. Youâre wrapping your legs around the man above you, arching your back off the bed as your fat pussy squeezes his cock, releasing your juices all over his body. Thatâs all Choso needs to dump his seed inside of you, having to bite your shoulder to not release a loud moan that would surely wake Yuji up.
Choso falls onto you, both of your movements still, as your breaths are heavy and your bodies are dripping with sweat. You donât speak but rather sink into his embrace and the aftertaste. He finally ends the silence,
âI think I know what I like now.â
You make a confused sound, âWhatâs that?â
â..You. I like you.â
As you prepare to respond, a faint snoring noise interrupts you. He fell asleep. You chuckle and stroke his hair in a comforting motion before kissing the side of his head. Your mind is brimming with unspoken thoughts of,
I like you too.
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my caffeine mix-up!
contents ๨ৠâ hawks x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. you accidentally pick up the number two heroâs coffee so picks you up instead. | pt. ii
You take a sip of your morning coffee and almost spit it out on your dashboard.
This could not be your order. It was so⌠unusually sugary. Too sugary. Like someone liquified a whole candy store and shoved it into a venti cup.
Still reeling a little from the overly sweet aftertaste that lingers on your tongue, your eyes trail down to read:
Vt Crml Crnch Frap
5 Banana
Ex Caramel Drizzle
Extra Whip
Extra Ice
Ex Cinnamon
7 pumps Add Dk Crml Sauce
Ex Caramel Crunch
1 pump Honey Blend
Heavy Cream
Double Blended
What kind of pretentious asshole orders this garbage? Were their taste buds dead?
You mentally sent your condolences to the poor person that had to make this disgusting monstrosity of a drink. Please, you wouldâve taken one look at the order and thrown it in the trash.
Your eyes searched the paper cup for who your local coffee shop transgressor wasâ catching sight of a scribble in blue marker reading âH-A.â You moved your hand a bit to reveal a âW-K-S.â A sense of dread creeps in as you numbly stare at the squiggly heart next to it.
It was like someone slipped an ice cube down the back of your shirt.
You had mistakenly picked up the wildly famous winged pro heroâs order and to make things even worse, put your mouth on where his was supposed to be.
Okay that sounded kind of dirty. But itâs not like you could drive back and return it now, what with your lip gloss already staining the lid.
Hey, um, I think I accidentally took a sip of the Hawksâs coffee? Oopsies? You guess you could pay for his order to be remade, but whoâs to say heâll even come back for it, much less accept it from some random stranger?
You were already running late to your desk job as is, and your coworkers were probably scratching their heads, wondering where you were since you always arrived at least half an hour before them. Should you just throw it away and pretend it never happened?
Oh god, would some person dig through the trash the moment you turned your back and extract your DNA from your lip gloss on the lid, thinking you were a deranged fan who stole his drink on purpose?
Or worseâthat you were his secret girlfriend picking up his drink who had just wanted a little taste first before delivering it to him?
Your brain starts to wring itself dry of all the possibilities that could happen, shuddering despite each one being as unlikely as the next. An impressive mental workout for an un-caffeinated person at barely eight in the morning.
You wish you never even went to get your usual little treat today. That barista definitely looked right at you when you went to pick up your order, you swear they did.
But now that youâre thinking about it, maybe they were looking at the person standing behind you that you didnât see as you rushed out of the shop? How do you even miss a man with wings that big?
Something gently knocks on the driver side window and you almost jump out of your seat.
As you roll it down with caution, your brain momentarily stops functioning as youâre met with a pair of striking golden eyes. Another inch of tinted glass down, a strong Grecian nose.
Forget work, the hell. You didnât even know noses could be that pretty, and as your last bit of window disappears into the car so does your self-respect as you realize heâs abandoned his usual tan-colored jacket, standing before you in his black compression shirt with gold embossment.
Forget everything, actually.
You don't realize youâre holding your breath until he laughs at you, and you sheepishly close your slightly parted lips.
âDidnât know coffee thieves came this cute.â Drinking in your appearance his keen eyes stray from yours, slowly trailing down to your trembling lips, a stark contrast to the growing smirk on his. âOr this nervous.â
His fingers drum absentmindedly on the side of your car door, clear amusement written across his handsome face as he waits for you to say something. You collect yourself and snap out of your thoughts, taking a deep breath.
âIâmsososorryIdrankyourcoffee!â You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment as your words come out in a jumble. âI totally grabbed the wrong order and I canât believe I didnât see you waiting behind me, I swear Iâm not a creepââ
âHey, hey,â Hawks gently interrupts you, reassurance laced in his voice. âItâs all good, no harm done.â He taps the paper cup that somehow miraculously hasnât slipped out of your fingers yet.
âSooo was it good?â
You choke on air, not expecting that. âYour drink?â
âYeah, my drink.â He shoots you a cheeky grin. That bastard. âGood or nah?â You pause, contemplating if you should lieâno. No, today you chose honesty.
â...Genuinely, I have no idea how you drink this shit.â
Hawks laughs at your bold answer. âThanks for being my little taste tester anyways. Too sweet, huh?â The tip of his finger traces around the remnants of your lip gloss on the lid, the cup still in your now slightly shaky hand as you nod.
His touch seared against your skin, as his pretty fingers closed around yours to raise the drink up to his lips to take a slow sip, eyes never leaving your own.
With a gaze that was infuriatingly sultry as it was sweet, like a bird of prey beckoning a field mouse to be their next meal, he murmurs, âJust how I like it.â
Youâre not really sure he was talking about the coffee anymore.
He hums, and your thighs involuntarily clench a bit as his soft-looking mouth closes around the opening of the lid to take another sip.
âIâd say youâre a villain that deserves their own special category.â He grins, eyes sparkling conspiratorially. âOne that involves letting me take her out to dinner.â
If you werenât sitting down you know your legs would have given out. âLike⌠like on a date?â You gape at him incredulously. Because there was no way. Hawks. Just asked you out.
âNow sweetheart, what else would it be?â Hawks smirks at your dazed expression, like youâre sure you misheard him. So cute. âI mean, unless you donât want toââ
âNo!â He blinks, and your hand flies to cover your mouth at your sudden outburst.
âI-I mean, I want toâŚâ You shyly say at a much quieter volume, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. He leans closer to you with a grin, languidly resting his folded arms over the open frame of your car door.
âItâs a date then. I know this really good sushi and ramen place down the block near my agency, my treat of course.â
âIf Iâm a villain is this your idea of rehabilitation?â You joke dryly. âBecause itâs working.â
He tips your chin up. âOh donât worry pretty, Iâm just getting started with turning you into a good girl.â A hot flush creeps up your neck to your cheeks, and you almost melt into a puddle right then and there at your steering wheel.
âIâd love to stay but Iâm actually so late for work right now.â You utter weakly, chin still resting against his finger. Hawks tilts his head at that, unfolding his vibrant crimson wings as he wordlessly opens the front door of your car.
With little effort and an impressive flex of his biceps, plus a sharp intake of breath from you, one of his arms slips under your thighs and another firmly hugs you just under your shoulder blades as he lifts you up to his firm chest.
A smirk tugs at his lips as he feels your flustered arms hastily reach up to wrap around his neck. Honeyed eyes like molten gold meet yours as he gives a gentle squeeze to your thigh through your pencil skirt, and once again you find yourself needing a reminder to breathe.
âSo, where to?â
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say you canât sleep, baby i know, thatâs that me expresso~ âŞ
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the (poly) marauders + lily as reversed tropes.
a/n: i tried moving to a new blog.. possibly got shadowbanned... that other blog is now my dump blog, LMAO. pls enjoy this drabble!
i. academic rivals except itâs two teachers who compete to have the best class.
âItâs driving me mad, Prongs,â says a frazzled Remus Lupin, pacing back and forth in his nearly-empty classroom. Sirius watches from where he sits backwards on a wooden chairânot at all concerned with the woes of his lover, rather preoccupied with the derriere of the DADA professor, hugged beautifully by his trousers. (He makes a mental note to thank Lily and her shopping sprees in Muggle London later. And, thoroughly.) Lily eyes Remus warily, ignoring the way James is tugging at her newly-trimmed hair like a lovesick fourth-year.Â
âIâve fought in the bloody war, what do you mean my âpronunciation could do with some workâ?â Remus scoffs, a bewildered expression on his flushed cheeks. Then, he points to the basket of lemon poppy-seed muffins, âAnd, the gall to send me that. Can you believe it?â
âNo way,â Lily widens her eyes in mock outrage, gasping for melodramatic effect. âHow dare anyone send our sweet, darling Remus homemade muffins?â
Remus dangles the swing handle of the wicker basket by his hand, nose scrunched in disgust as though it could turn him into a werewolf for the second time. âItâs not about the baskets, Lily! Itâs a fear-mongering tacticâa threat, if you will. If Gryffindor doesnât win the house cup, I might as well resign from my post.âÂ
James chortles, leaning back against his seat to fully stare at Remus. (And what a lovely face he has.) âDonât you think youâre going overboard there, Moony? Weâve won the bloody thing every yearâand if weâre running behind Hufflepuff, I can always give ickle Harry a hundred points for being our son. Quite a feat, wouldnât you agree?â
Lily smacks him on the arm. âDonât you dare, James Fleamont Potter!âÂ
Sirius whistles. âFull name. Yikes. Youâre on your own there, mate.âÂ
James glares at him. âIâve had my tongue down your throat, donât call me âmateâ.âÂ
Grinning, Sirius diverts his attention back to the pouting werewolf, struck by whatever magical spell youâve cast on himâand their happy little wedded bunch. (He particularly likes the way you raise your voice when the Weasley twins charm your greenhouse with the colors of maroon and yellow. The upturn of your nose and raw fury in your eyes does something funny to his heart.) âBe honest, Moony, youâre just frustrated because our favorite professor is wearing those bell-bottom jeans that make their legs look just utterly delectable,â he grins salaciously.Â
âCan confirm,â replies Lily with a chirpy nod. âThe back view is even better.âÂ
âWell, yes, but thatâs beside the point, my love,â Remus splutters with a cough. âItâs a matter of legacy and pride now. Ifââ
âWhile I appreciate being the topic of conversation, Iâve come to collect my studentsâ papers on Hinkypunks and Dugbogs,â you enter the fray with a knock on the door, startling them from their conversation; a wide smile on your face and a yellow scarf around your neck. âYou see, I like to give them points myself when they score above a hundred percent. It really motivates them for the end-of-year exams.âÂ
James beams at your arrival, like a sunflower blooming under sunlight on a summer day. He stretches his arms wide, a space perfectly carved for you. âCome here, darling,â he calls out for his spouse, quickly affirming that the jeans youâre wearing is a blessing to the wizard kind. (He wonders if youâd let him peel it off you tonight.) As you perch yourself atop his lap, James nuzzles the crook of your neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses to your skin. âHow was your day?â
He captures your lips and you eagerly lean into his warmth. âPerfect now that Iâve found you all. Why were you hiding here, anyway?â you ask innocently, fluttering your lashes at Remus. âDid you get my gift, Moony? The elves helped me with it last night.â
âHeâs just cross because youâve become the entire castleâs favorite teacher in your first year,â Lily points out treacherously, flashing her doe eyes at Remus. (Great, now heâs got two pairs of the prettiest eyes on earth staring into his soul. Heâs so beyond in love with everyone in this room.) âNot even the Malfoy kid complains about you, and he still grumbles when I have to do my yearly check-ups.â
You laugh knavishly, beckoning him over. âIs it my fault that Iâm so lovable?âÂ
Remus scoffs, yet finds his feet drawn towards you in long, impatient strides. He leans down until the scent of ambrarome and coconut overwhelms your senses. You tug on his duck-printed tie, smiling as he grumbles lightheartedly into your lips, âNot at all, darling.â
âShall I lock the doors now?â Sirius offers mischievously. âIâve always wanted to do it in a classroom.â
ii. itâs too hot to cuddle!
âMmmrgh, Lily, get off, you fiend,â you groan into the sweat-soaked pillow, suffering from one of the worst heat waves Godricâs Hollow has ever seenâswatting your wife away as she throws her leg over your thigh, impishly nibbling on your neck. On any other day, youâd relish the feel of her skin on yours, the tendrils of her flaming red hair tickling your bare armsâor the times youâd wake up to a tangled mess of crimson in your mouth. But today is just not that day.
Lily sniffles. âAh, woe is me. My own son doesnât want to hug me anymore, and none of the people I married want to cuddle me on this dreadfulâwhat ever happened to âtil death do us partâ, you traitors?âÂ
You roll over on the bed to face her with an incredulous glareâthe pretty witch has the nerve to smile at you. âDonât be so dramatic, Lily. Just cast another cooling charm, or something.â
Lily flops onto her side of the king-sized bed, breathless and flushed, arms splayed out like an octopusâwincing apologetically when she hits you in the face by accident. âI already did. We might just have to get naked to put up with this heat.â
James pokes his head through the door, glasses forgone and black hair messily strewn over his eyes; the damp fabric of his white shirt clinging to chiseled, dark skin. (Ah, the joys of marrying an active Auror and former Quidditch prodigy.) âDid someone say get naked?â
âWay ahead of everyone,â says Sirius as he steps out of the bathroom, having taken his fourth shower today, and wearing nothing but his birthday suit, face towel strung over his shoulder and toothbrush in the side of his mouth.Â
âOh Gods, Sirius!â Lily squeals as she throws a pillow at him. âGet back in there and put some clothes on!âÂ
âWhat?â he retorts quizzically, swirling around to give everyone a showâand a generous view of his abs and firm backside. And, well, the other thing, too. âItâs not like you havenât seen any of this before.â
Last to join the party is Remus, who barely spares a second glance to the naked Sirius Orion Black. âPack your things, I got us a room at a Muggle inn for an hour. Harryâs downstairs waiting for everyone. He says heâll rip off the stuffed Padfootâs head if no one accompanies him to the pool later.âÂ
That is all he says before swiftly exiting the room.
You stare at the spot where he had been standing previously, whispering in awe, âGod bless the Remus Lupins of the world.âÂ
iii. too much communication.
ââand the thing is,â you say through your weepy blubbering, nose swollen and eyes stinging from crying for the last thirty minutes. âWhen you guys get all secret-ey and start avoiding me, it really makes me feel like shite. And. . . and thenâ!â you pause to hiccup, breaking down into sobs once more when Sirius gathers you into his arms, laying his love all over your skin, kissing your tears away as he coos into your ear. âAnd then, Gilderoy Lockhart comes and says that you all hide away in this h-house, or shack, or whatever and meet your secret girlfriend there! I know you said it was just us and youâd never, ever cheatâand I trust you all more than life itself! But I have to know why you disappear from me every month on a particular night. A-Are you tired of me or something?â
Sirius hushes you with his lips, brows contortedâas though heâs in pain because you are in pain. He cradles the back of your neck, placating your worries with whispers of devotion. âOh, darling, Iâm sorry. We didnât mean for it to get this far. We just wanted to keep you from harm. Youâre our world, our entire heart. If youâre hurt, it hurts worse for us, little love.âÂ
Remus kneels by your feet, grabbing your hands in his; eyes dripping with fondness and warmth. The gold flecks in his eyes glimmering like stars in the night sky. âThereâs something you have to know about me, love. We should have told you this long agoâbut I was afraid you would look at me differently.â
You end up in another crying fit, overwhelmed by his kindness and sincerity. âIâve seen you when you had food poisoning, Remus Lupin, I was the one who cleaned your vomit on the floorsânothing on this earth can make me look at you differently.â
Remus chokes, before gathering his bearings, hiding wet chuckles in your lap. âIâm a werewolf, my darling. Thatâs why we avoid you during full moons. To keep you safe. Your safety is always going to be one of my highest priorities. Iâd die before I would let Moony harm a pretty hair on your head.âÂ
âIs that it?â you croak, whimpers subsiding as relief floods through your veins. âTruly?â
Remus nods. âTruly.â
âOh, our poor love,â Lily murmurs, delicately running her hand through your hair, a worried knit in her brows. âIâm sorry we let it get to this point. Look at youâyouâll cry yourself sick.â She procures a daintily-embroidered handkerchief from her skirt pockets, gently dabbing at your damp eyes, eyes creased with love. âIâm sorry,â she says once more, pressing her lips to yours until all you feel is her instead of hurt. âNo more secrets, I promise.â
James scratches the back of his head with a crooked grin. âWell. . . there is one more. Remember that time you saw a stag in the corridors? That was me. And, the dog trying to get a look under your skirt was Sirius.â
You blink. âWhat?â
iv. child hero has very involved parents.
Harry James Potter is known as the Boy-Who-Lived, the beloved Chosen One of the wizarding society, if you will. He has a destiny to follow and all thatâwell, if he could actually do anything heroic.
âWhat do you mean thereâs a basilisk in the castle!â you shriek, a poor vase in Dumbledoreâs office shattering to a million pieces. Harry drags a hand down his faceâthis is going to be a very long night. Suddenly, he regrets writing a letter to home about the happenings in the castle. (How was he supposed to know that all five of his parents would march into Dumbledoreâs quarters the moment they heard about the blood on the walls and the petrified students?) âWhy havenât you shut down the school yet? Are you waiting for more students to get hurt?â you press on heatedly, James and Sirius flanking your sides like protective bodyguards.Â
âHave you taken any protective measures?â Lily asks worriedly, holding onto Remusâs hand thatâs resting on her shoulder. (Honestly, Harry thinks, rolling his eyes inwardly. The lot of you are worse than Molly Weasley at this point.) She turns to Harry, âWhat about Hermione? Is she safe? Oh, her parents must be worried.â
âYou know what,â you say standing up, pivoting on your heel as your flock of lovers follow in suit. âWeâre leaving, Harry dear, letâs go.âÂ
âGo?â the twelve-year-old echoes dumbfoundedly. âGo, where?â
âHome,â you reply with no room for arguments. âUntil the matter is resolved, you are staying home. And tell Hermione sheâs welcome to stay with us, too. And, Ginny. Ronald, as well. Actually, darling, why donât you just tell all your friends the Potter manor is open to them whenever.â
Harry thinks youâve just decided that on a whim, but he knows that Lily and his fathers will go along with whatever you want, regardless.
Your gaze slices to Dumbledore with a low hiss, venomous enough to rival a Slytherinâs taunt. âFix this or I shall hunt down that basilisk myself.âÂ
Harryâs shoulders slump.Â
So much for fulfilling prophecies and defeating dark lords.
a/n: drabbles are so fun!! this was so fun to write (but not trying to set up another blog.. NEVER AGAIN, I AM STAYING HERE!) i might do some more drabbles since my brain is fried after my last few fics which were long as heck.
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Truly nothing worse than when another volume of Don Quixote gets translated and I have to deal with a flood of dumb Englishmen who donât get any of the cultural context. This isnât one of your little Shakespeare plays, itâs a profound meditation on Spanish values!
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if sanxote doesnât become canon in this next volume iâm bringing a plague rat on my next trip to the continent
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spent all me booty on some new toys
đŚ huanhuan Follow
i think i hauve the bubonic plague
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hey guys i think iâve figured out why my sect leader insisted on rescuing this idiot scholar from the embroidered uniform guard
#itâs not THE stupidest rescue weâve done but itâs up there #anyways iâll investigate more and update when iâm sure
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Vote to settle the Protestant question once and for all!
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âď¸ the-wulinmengzhu Follow
pussy from a boy who failed the imperial exams four times and got last place on the fifth
âď¸ the-wulinmengzhu Follow
oh this is absolutely the wrong account
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đŚ lobsterlord Follow
gave one of these mayflower guys some of my popcorn and he started giving thanks to god, instead of me, the one who made the popcorn and gave it to him.
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eunuch wei just summoned me for a private conference. hopefully this is the promotion iâve been working for!
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Just added to my shop!!
đ tianqi-huangdi Follow
Beautiful work!!
đ egghead-official-deactivated16220217
for anyone who doesn't know, the emperor runs both accounts lol. one wonders how the mandate of heaven could rest on someone who prefers woodworking to governing. but of course thatâs not for me to speculate
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đ¨đťââ¤ď¸âđâđ¨đť windmillboysfan Follow
apparently the notorious catholic l*brolibra is claiming to be a spanish noblewoman now? the TRUTH is sheâs an eelmongerâs daughter and the poxiest wench in london, and i have proof
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