#if i spelt something wrong you did not see it :))

[studywithelle]

why I don't use AI for school work, and I don't think you should either

I have been staunchly against using AI for as long as ChatGPT has been a regularly used tool, not necessarily for moral reasons but for arrogant ones. I firmly beleive that I can write a better essay then a malfunctioning robot. My teacher used it to generate photos of scrabble tiles for a wall display, and despite the prompt spelling the words exactly correctly, ChatGPT spelt them wrong. Why would you want to trust a clearly flawed machine with your grades? However recently the sheer amount of people I see at school using AI and supporting the use of AI is so horrifying to me I felt it was something I needed to talk about

Using ChatGPT prevents you from learning properly. Doing things quickly does not equate to doing them well. I understand how difficult it can be to schedule and make time for everything, but using ChatGPT is just like getting someone else to do your work for you. You will not learn! (Most) teachers are not setting difficult homework for the sole purpose of making things hard for you, they set the work to help you learn and to grow resilience.

People are using it for completely stupid tasks, that they could perform far easier without it. For our English Portfolio Essays the SQA requires us to have a certain amount of sources and so many people asked ChatGPT to find them articles. It was ridiculous and slightly horrifying. Have we lost the ability to simply look things up for ourselves? Or to, god forbid, read a real book? Do not use ChatGPT for tasks that could be performed to a higher level if you simply did them yourself! My mother has a friend who marks Advanced Higher Biology Assignments for the SQA, she recently marked one that had 30 references, none of which were right! ChatGPT is not a good tool!

Yes it can save time, but what would you do with the extra time? and surely there are other ways of saving that time. Don't use it to help format emails, there are human made email templates available online, don't use it to help find quotes, you can just search them up yourself on a normal search engine, whatever ChatGPT does for you, there will be an honest hardworking person willing and able to do for you, please go to them instead. If ChatGPT saves you fifteen minutes a day is that really worth it? and if it saves more time then what do you do with that extra time? scroll tiktok? watch netflix? you are not saving time you are wasting your life!

[yanderedrabbles]

Hi Val!! For your most recent story, “Yandere Serial Killer(s)”, I was wondering if reader would most likely cling to her ex-boyfriend then the hitchhiker when she realizes there’s no escape? Speaking of escaping, if she did manage to run off, what would the serial killers do when they find her?

(I’m sorry if this ask is spelt horribly!)

Yandere Serial Killer(s)

Who do you prefer? The serial arsonist or the serial killer?

Hmm, I think it comes down to your tolerance for suffering. Your boyfriend is the devil you know, but he's got a lot of anger to work through. You turned him in to the cops for fuck's sake. Not really ride or die behavior babe.

He's predictable, if a little too violent at times. You know what to say to make him soften up, you know how he likes to be touched. It's not easy with him, but at least it's easier.

The hitchhiker on the other hand? He's a bit of an enigma. He's softer on you. Literally and figuratively. He isn't as muscular as your boyfriend, and he isn't as crass as him either. But he's not safe. He'll look at you with those dark eyes and all you can think of is the way a predator's pupils go all wide before they pounce. Whenever you think you understand him, you're almost always surprised.

He could be stroking your hair all gentle one minute and then grabbing it in his fist the next. His smile never changing, only his voice. Getting lower, more demanding.

Being around him means always being extra tense. Just waiting for that unprovoked change in mood.

Neither of them have a mind to be gentle, unless it serves their own ends. Kissing you all soft and sweet? That's because that's what they're in the mood for, not because your lips are so bruised from the last few days that you flinch every time they kiss you. Eating you out? They don't really care if you come, they just like the taste of you.

There's an undercurrent of jealousy whenever you favour one over the other, even its entirely accidental. You curl closer to your boyfriend in your sleep? The next day, the hitchhiker will pin you down and eat you out until you're dizzy from the heat of his tongue.

You don't fight as much when the hitchhiker wants to kiss you? Your boyfriend is probably going to trap you under him and kiss you until you can't remember anyone else's taste but his.

They're both master manipulators, so any plans to soften them up and escape when they lower their guard can be discarded right from the beginning. They see straight through your acting. And if they don't, they're too paranoid to ever consider your sudden touchiness might be real.

That doesn't mean they don't reward your co-operation. If you're all sweet and pliable, they might go easy on you for a bit. Might be a little sweeter, might tie your hands a little less tight. But those rewards can be taken away pretty fucking fast if you even think about being difficult.

Will they continue to kill now that they have you? Hmm, it kind of depends. The hitchhiker was more a serial arsonist than a killer, and now that he's got another sort of fire to stoke, I don't see him being quite as interested in his previous hobby. And your boyfriend killed people he viewed as a threat to your relationship. With no one around but you and his former cellmate, the list of potential victims has certainly dwindled.

Don't get me wrong. They'll eliminate anyone who gets even close to finding you. But with you around, they've got something a whole lot more satisfying to do with their time. 

[norrisluv]

THE SURPRISE - LANDO NORRIS

warnings: fluff

lando norris x zak brown's daughter!reader

english is not my first language, so I apologise if any words are spelt wrong!

this is a request!!

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The crisp morning sun poured through the window as you scrolled through the adoption website on your phone. Lando had been dropping hints about wanting a dog for months now, though it always came with the caveat of, "But I just don’t have the time, you know?" You could see the longing in his eyes every time he saw a dog during his travels or in fan posts. He wanted one, even if he didn’t let himself believe it was possible. So, you decided to make it happen—for him and for you.

After weeks of planning, you found the perfect little yellow Labrador puppy from a reputable rescue. She was playful but calm, a bright-eyed bundle of joy. You’d spent days researching everything about puppies, from training to travel logistics, knowing how hectic both your lives were. And now, the big day had arrived.

Lando was due back from a simulator session at McLaren HQ later in the afternoon, so you had time to prepare. You’d set up a cozy little dog bed in the corner of the living room, a basket of toys, and bowls already filled with water and kibble. The puppy, who you’d named Sunny, was napping on your lap, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath.

When Lando walked through the door, his hair slightly tousled and his McLaren hoodie slightly oversized, you could tell he was tired but content. "Hey, love," he called, kicking off his sneakers.

"Hey," you replied, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you stayed seated on the couch.

His eyes narrowed. "What’s that look for? You’re up to something."

"Me? Never," you teased, shifting slightly so Sunny’s little head peeked out from under your arm.

Lando froze. "No. Way."

You grinned as Sunny stirred, her big, soulful eyes opening and landing on Lando. The moment he saw her, his tiredness evaporated. "Oh my God! Is she… Is she ours?"

"Surprise! Meet Sunny," you said, gently placing her on the floor. She wobbled on her tiny legs before padding over to Lando, tail wagging furiously.

He dropped to his knees, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Hi, Sunny! Oh, you’re so cute! Look at you!" His voice was an octave higher as he scooped her up, cradling her like the most precious thing in the world. Sunny responded by licking his face enthusiastically, making him laugh.

"You’ve been talking about wanting a dog forever," you explained, sitting beside him. "I know we’re busy, but I’ve figured it all out. I’ll handle most of the care, and she can travel with us whenever possible. I’ve even spoken to my dad about it—turns out, McLaren’s totally cool with her being around."

Lando looked at you, his eyes soft and full of emotion. "You did all this for me?"

"Of course. I know how much you’ve wanted this, and I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about anything. You just get to enjoy her."

He leaned in and kissed you, lingering for a moment before pulling back to look at Sunny. "She’s perfect. You’re perfect. But are you sure? She’s a big responsibility."

"I’ve got it covered, trust me," you reassured him. "And let’s be honest, Sunny’s about to be the most well-traveled dog in the world."

Lando laughed, hugging Sunny close. "Alright, then. Sunny’s officially part of the family."

The rest of the evening was spent watching Sunny explore her new home, with Lando snapping pictures and videos to share with his family and a select few friends. You could tell he was already smitten, constantly doting on her and giving her belly rubs.

Later that night, as Sunny snoozed in her bed and you curled up beside Lando on the couch, he kissed the top of your head. "Thank you for this," he whispered. "For her, for everything."

"Anything for you," you replied, your heart full as you watched him glance back at Sunny with a look of pure happiness.

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The atmosphere at Silverstone was electric. Fans cheered from the grandstands, the smell of rubber and fuel filled the air, and engines roared to life in the garages. It was a big race day for Lando, and this time, Sunny was part of the action.

You arrived at the paddock early, Sunny trotting beside you with her McLaren bandana tied neatly around her neck. She was a natural at stealing hearts, stopping every few steps as team members, fans, and even rival drivers paused to coo over her.

As you made your way to the McLaren garage, your dad, Zak Brown, spotted you from across the paddock. "There’s my girl," he called out, his sharp eyes softening when they landed on Sunny. "And who’s this little superstar?"

"Meet Sunny," you said, kneeling to let the puppy greet Zak. "She’s officially part of the family now."

Zak crouched, letting Sunny sniff his hand before giving her a gentle pat. "Well, she’s already got the whole paddock charmed, hasn’t she? Lando, this was a good call."

Lando grinned, hands in his hoodie pockets. "I can’t take the credit. This was all her," he said, nodding toward you.

Inside the garage, Sunny had her own little setup—a custom McLaren dog bed and a small water station. Zak checked in occasionally, offering a lighthearted comment here and there. "You know," he said at one point, "if she keeps this up, I might have to put her in some team promos."

As the race approached, Zak joined you and Sunny on the garage. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, and a few fans held up signs dedicated to the puppy like "SUNNY FOR TEAM PRINCIPAL!"

Zak chuckled, glancing at the signs. "Looks like she’s already more popular than me."

"She’s got that Brown charm," you teased, earning a playful eye roll from your dad.

When the race began, Sunny sat beside you and some people you know in the McLaren hospitality suite, her ears perking up every time Lando’s name was mentioned. People couldn’t help but narrate Sunny’s reactions. "See that tail wag? That’s pure confidence in her dad."

It was a nail-biting race, but Lando drove brilliantly, crossing the finish line in second place. The garage erupted in cheers, and Sunny barked excitedly as if she understood the significance of the moment.

After the podium celebrations, Lando returned to the garage, still in his race suit and champagne-drenched shoes. "Sunny! Did you see that?" he exclaimed, dropping to the floor to hug her. Sunny greeted him with enthusiastic licks, her tail wagging furiously.

Zak appeared shortly after, clapping Lando on the back. "Solid drive out there. I think Sunny’s got a future as the team mascot."

Lando grinned, scratching Sunny behind the ears. "She’s already the heart of the team."

As the evening wore on, the three of you sat outside the motorhome, watching the sunset over the paddock. Sunny curled up between you and Lando, her soft snores filling the quiet. Lando glanced over you and smiled. "This," he said, "is what it’s all about. Family, racing, and a little bit of chaos."

You leaned your head against Lando’s shoulder, your heart full. "And just think—we get to do it all over again next race."

Lando chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "As long as you and Sunny are there, I know it’ll be amazing."

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A/N: please let me know if you like it! requests are open!

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍', 𝐌𝐀...❞

wc: 748. anon. not proofread. this ended up being a cut little post of reader dealing with the troubles of motherhood and what a coincidence. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!

your long-term boyfriend suguru enters your apartment to find it a mess. toys scattered all over the floor of the living room and hallway. the kitchen looked liked like a food war zone. flour and other residue he did not want to know.

and there you were, head in your hands and it looked like...you were crying?

"baby...?", he calls out softly walking towards you. you looked up with watery and puffy eyes.

"shit!", you inhaled sharply and plastered a fake smile on your face, frantically wiping your tears. "you didn't tell me you were coming. h-how was your day?"

"let's not focus on me. what's wrong?", he asked, brows creased in concern as he sat down next to you, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh. you look away embarrassed. "you can tell me anything, love. i'm here for you always", he gently tilts your head to look at him and the tears fall again. he pulls you in, crying on his chest, your fisting his shirt causing wrinkles but he doesn't care. "it's okay, baby. let it out...let it all out", he soothes your back as you sob endlessly into his shirt.

your there in his embrace for what felt like hours, your sobs getting quieter and your breathing getting more steady. you sniffle a couple of times and he kisses the top of your head. you get off of him and breathe in. he wipes a tear off your cheek and you melt into his touch.

"no one told me being a mother was so hard. my own kid practically hates me!", his brows crease at this. your not looking at him. it's easier this way.

"he doesn't hate you..."

"he won't eat the food i give him. he doesn't wanna clean up after himself once he's done playing and he just doesn't listen to me... he told me he hated me...", you feel the familiar sting in your eyes and your throat getting dry making it hard to swallow. "where did i go wrong?", your voice cracks and you let out a breathe.

"there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, sweetie. you're doing the best that you can for your son, and that's one of the things i love most about you. you could've left him and struggled for yourself, but because of your endless love for him, you took care of him. not because you were forced to...but because you wanted to", he offers a kind smile your way. "motherhood isn't easy really, but your love for you little boy makes it more easier...more bearable. he's only 5. he doesn't really understand what your going through, but he definitely holds more love than you know for you. the only person who truly cares for you", he presses a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your heart constrict.

at the corner of your eye, you see your son peeking 'round the corner. you spot him and he appears to have a guilty expression. suguru turns around and spots him too. "i'm gonna go help with the mess in the kitchen", he excuses himself and once he's out, your five year old walks up shyly towards you not making eye contact, holding something behind his back.

"mommy...", he calls in a small voice.

"yes, sweetie", you say with so much love and he purses his lips together.

he hands you whatever he had behind his back. it's a drawing. a drawing of you and him holding hands and a huge sorry written on the top. it's spelt wrong but you it meant so much. "i'm sorry i made you cry because of me. i don't hate mommy. i love mommy. you're the best mommy in the whole world. i don't want another mommy...", you quickly pull him in for a tight hug, your heart swelling in your chest. you press dozens of kisses on his cheek as he giggles.

"mommy forgives you, baby. but you need to understand that you made me quite upset when you said those words. promise to never say them again", you held out your pinky and he smiled widely at you, his two front teeth missing.

"promise!", he locks his tiny pinky with yours and hugs you. "i love you mommy"

"i love you too baby. more than you know"

your boyfriend suguru's watching the two of you. an unknowing smile etched on his face as he wonders how you'll be woth his kids in the near future...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[luvyeni]

TWO DUMB VIRGINS ๑. ( 박지성 )

PART TEN. so dumb …

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── you wanted to lose it . he was tired of being made fun by his friends. both of you thinking he’d pull out fast enough… but what can you expect from two stupid virgins ? …

( 対 ) park jisung + fem. reader genre young parent au , smau · contains! mentions of sex. pregnancy talk. crude language. jokes among friends mature content

you sat at the table; tapping your nails against the cup; your stomach churning. was it nervousness or sickness due to the baby growing inside you? maybe a little bit both. “yn?”

you look up and there he is; standing right next to the table, you have to crane your neck up at him. “hi.” you smiled softly. “hi jisung.” he took a look at the seat across from you. “ca-can i sit down?” he for sure was the same boy you met at the party about a month and a half ago. “of course , i did invite you here, didn't I ?”

he chuckled nervously, sitting down. “i was sure you never wanted to talk to me again.” he said. “i thought you purposely did that with the numbers.” you shook your head. “no i would never do that.” you stopped , he smiled. “point is i didn’t mean to do that , i simply write like a child.” you said , clutching the cup of hot chocolate. “i got you something to drink.” you pushed the extra cup of hot chocolate. “i don’t drink coffee.”

“thank you.” he said , taking the warm drink. “well i guess you’re a bit confused as to why i made you come out in the middle of the day after a month and so of not talking.” you said , he nodded. “no-not that i don’t mind it , i did want to see you again , even if you wanted to just be friends.” he clarified so he wouldn’t creep you out. “well it is a bit weird i’ll admit.”

“yeah.” you bit down on your bottom lip; jisung took notice to this. “you okay , you look a little sick or something?” he asks , you nodded. “i’m fine , it’s just…” you stopped , trying to find the right words. “when we you know…” you explain , his face turned red. “ye-yeah , i remember that.” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “we didn’t wear a condom.” you said , hoping he’d piece it together for himself — he unfortunately did not , the look on his face told you that.

so you just decided to let it out.

“i’m pregnant.”

the boy almost choked on the drink. “huh.” he said , thinking he heard something wrong. “h-how i pulled out.” he said a little too loud. “shh.” you looked around to make sure he didn’t garner any attention. “clearly not fast enough.” you whispered; his breathing started to pick up. how the hell was he gonna have a kid? he could barely take care of himself , he didn’t even live by himself. “okay.” he sighed. “i’m not gonna freak out.” he said. “good because if you will i will and i don’t think we both need to have a panic attack in this store.” you said. “and you’re sure? like you took a test.”

“you think i would’ve told you had i not taken a test? i went to the doctor and took a test after i came down from the shock because i thought i was stuck in a dream.” you said. “right that was dumb to say.” he said. “no it’s fine , you have every right to be a little confused.” you said. “im just .. just a little stressed , you can understand.” he nodded quietly , and you both actually sat there in silence for a while , both staring at your drinks , coming to terms with the news.

“we’re so damn dumb.” you spoke up with a light chuckle. “yeah.” he said. “how are we gonna do this?” he shrugged. “whatever you want, i’ll totally respect it.” he said. “not to rush you, but have you… you know thought about what you wanted to do?” he said. “no , my head hasn’t been screwed on right since i got the news , i had a test the other day and im sure i spelt my name wrong , and the girl whose hair i did , im pretty sure i did her hair wrong.” he chuckled. “i’m serious she sat in my chair with brunette and walked out with a bob, im a mess.”

“i don’t regret what we did you know?” he spoke up. “i wouldn’t go back and stop myself from doing it.” you nodded. “me either.” you added. “well maybe i’d tell myself to use a goddamn condom but you understand what i meant.” he nodded with a smile; his phone rang. “give me a second.” he answered it. “what?”

“don’t what me, where the hell are you? jeno said you haven’t shown up to work yet?” jeno yelled through the screen. “i thought you said you had an hour.” he smiled. “okay maybe i had 20 minutes.” he confessed. “you’re still on that date? why are you so irresponsible.” you chuckled listening to the boy be scolded. “okay , okay fine i’ll get there in about a hour.” he said. “you’ll be there in 30 minutes , goodbye.” he hung up. “okay i have to go , but i can walk you back to your apartment or class.” he said. “just to make sure you’re safe.” he said. “but don’t you only have 30 minutes to get there?”

“jeno is the manager; he won’t fire me.” he said, you shook your head. “sure , but i have work , so you can walk me there.” you both stood up , he stared down at your stomach. “you can’t see anything yet.” he looked down , standing up. “right.” grabbing your bag , let’s go.” you walked out then store the tall boy following behind you.

you both quietly walked to your job , stopping right at the door. “are the chemicals okay for you to be inhaling?” he asked. “my boss has forced me to wear a mask ever since she’s figured it out.” you responded , the door opening. “seulgi.” you said. “this him?” she pointed. “could you not be so embarrassing?” you asked. “h-hi.” the boy waved. “he is cute , both of you are incredibly stupid.” she said. “sorry , she has taken the older sister role way too seriously.” you said. “come , grandma is here , it’s your day.” she said. “no it’s yunas.” you said. “yuna has managed to piss her off before the appointment so you’re up.”

you sighed. “well it’s better you go , don’t want your friend to tell you again.” you said. “yeah , i better gon, it was nice meeting you.” seulgi nodded to the boy. “yn i’ll text you soon , about you know.” he said. “yeah.” you said before he turned around, making his way back down the block. “jesus he’s just like you.” she said. “really?” you asked. “i don’t see it.”

“of course you don’t , but how did he take it?” you walked into the salon , seulgi following behind. “better than i did.” you said. “he took it well , a little too well almost.” you said. “trust me , he’s freaking out just like you , he just didn’t want to alarm you.” she said. “and like i said you two are the same , so if you freaked out , trust me he’s freaking out.”

and she was right the moment he was away from you he almost fell to his knees; luckily he was at work and jeno helped him to a chair. “what the hell is wrong with you?” he asked. “i don’t… what am i gonna do?” jeno decided it was above his pay grade and just patted his back. “whatever it is , you’ll be fine.” he said , walking away. “yeah.” jisung sighed.

“hopefully.”

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[domxmarvel]

Mine 💚

Masterlist

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

After years of work you got signed to a major horror movie studio,throwing your name into the spotlight. And quickly tossing you into multiple interviews to promote yourself and your new movie coming out. The press tour taking you almost all across the US. Including an appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. The interview was mostly about your new movie,the previous roles and the new studio you were signed to. Of course because it was Jimmy Fallon he had to keep the mood light and make jokes. During the interview, the audience was shown clips of you at various Billie eilish shows from the Hit Me Hard and Soft Tour. You had been to several shows and had the time of your life. Which was embarrassing and all you could do was just laugh.

“I’m guessing you had fun?”

“She’s just incredible” You chuckled,praising Billie.

Hours later the clips were all over the internet and your phone dinged with a message.

@ billieeilish Her name popped up,seeing that she sent you a message. 

@  billieeilish: “hey just saw you on Jimmy Fallon, you’re funny and congrats on signing to the new studio”

"Well I dabble in comedy 😉,and thanks" you added a winking emoji to emphasize the joke.

@ billieelish: "Dabble in comedy and final girl roles, apparently. your screams are iconic."

"So are your songs,I mean you saw the footage of me making a fool of myself at your concert 😂😅"

@  billieeilish: "I think you spelled 'living your best life' wrong 😂” You chuckled to yourself. 

"I guess I really did spell it wrong"

@  billieeilish: "glad you cleared that up 😂 so which song is your favorite?"

"Well I have two favorites 'You should see me in a crown' and 'lunch'"

@  billieeilish: "taste 🤌🏻 you might be the first person to not say all the good girls go to hell or something in my dms 😂"

"Or bad guy 😂"

@  billieeilish: "omg yes 😂"

"You really should consider adding copycat to the set list,if you're taking suggestions that is"

@  billieeilish: "oh, I'm always open to suggestions. 👀 I'll see what I can do. "

@  billieeilish: "You seem to be a big fan. How many of my shows have you been to?”

"Honestly I've lost track,I've been to almost every show for the past three years"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, okay, hardcore. I'm impressed. have you been to the international ones too?"

"Some,when they were close to the filming locations" you explained.

@  billieeilish: "Ah, right. acting superstar, I forgot 😂 what's it like filming horror movies? I bet it's nerve-wracking"

"Not really,it wears off after a while and you lose the 'scared' part of it. You gotta learn to fake being scared really well" you explained further.

@  billieeilish: "You're a great actress then, because you looked terrified in The long night"

"Let you in on a little secret,that shot was filmed like 13 different times and they went with one of the later takes. Meaning that terrified look and scream was entirely fake,at that point I had been screaming all day but no one can tell"

@  billieeilish: "Damn, respect. all that screaming, and you still look amazing 😂 I'd be a mess. you probably have a killer throat game" You chuckled.

"So I've been told but don't expect me to sing. You heard how horribly off key I was,but if you ever need someone to scream or something like that,you know the right person 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Well, if I ever need a scream queen, I know who to call. and don't worry, off-key is the new in. You'll start a trend 😂"

"Sureeee" you spelt it in a way that showed you were being sarcastic. "Whatever you say Billie"

@  billieeilish: "don't mock me. I'm a very influential person. I can totally change trends with one flick of my pretty hand 😂"

"I don't doubt that" you smirked but she of course couldn't see it.

@  billieeilish: "good, you shouldn't doubt me. I'm always right. just ask my best friend Zoe, she'll confirm it 😂" You chuckled,before texting back.

"I don't think I need someone to confirm it,I already believe you. Unfortunately I'm gonna have to let you go,I have a premiere tomorrow and if I show up one more time with dark circles under my eyes from staying up all night the makeup team is not gonna be happy with me"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, alright. Gotta let my new fan rest. Can't have those circles under your eyes ruining that perfect look 😉  have fun at the premiere, darling. Break a leg"

"You too,and get some sleep because I know for a fact you have a show tomorrow"

@  billieeilish: "oh, so you're keeping tabs on me now? 👀 I'm honored, really. and yeah, you caught me. I have a show tomorrow. but I'll be sure to rest up so I can give my best performance for my number one fan ;)"

"Oh,I'm not gonna be there,with the premiere the time just won't work out. But I know you'll do great"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, that's a bummer. I was definitely looking forward to seeing you there. But I get it, the timing sucks. At least you'll be there in spirit 😂 and don't worry, I'll make sure to put on a show worthy of you, even if you won't be in the audience. I'll pretend you're there watching, front row, screaming for me"

"Good night,Billie 💚"

@  billieeilish: "Goodnight, darling. Sweet dreams. can't wait to chat again"

The next day you sent her a few photos as you got ready with the makeup team.

@  billieeilish: "wow, looking absolutely radiant! The makeup team works miracles. I'm jealous, all I have to do is wake up and get dressed 😂"

"You're the lucky one here,I had to be up at five am for this. I wish I could just get up,get dressed and head out 😂"

@  billieeilish: "Ugh, five in the morning? brutal. I don't envy that. I'm already exhausted just thinking about it. but hey, at least you get to wear a gorgeous dress and walk the red carpet. I just get to run around on stage for two hours 😂"

"I'd still rather be there watching you than the red carpet"

@  billieeilish: "Aww, you flatter me. but really, don't underestimate the power of a red carpet moment. I've seen those photos, your fans go absolutely crazy over you. I'm jealous of that 😉"

"I gotta go,they're calling for me. Good luck with your show 💚"

@  billieeilish: "alright, break a leg out there! I'll be thinking of you while I'm onstage.Have fun ❤️" You got to the red carpet and took photos,did some interviews which consisted of questions about the movie and filming before you headed inside.

@  billieeilish: "How's the premiere going? I bet you're absolutely killing it on the red carpet. I wish I could be there to cheer you on"  You sent her a photo from the red carpet. 

"It's going pretty well although I still wish I was at your show instead"

@  billieeilish: "Wow, you look stunning! they could totally use that photo as a movie still. And aww, I wish you were at the show too. But know that I'm thinking about you every time I sing. Maybe I'll even dedicate a song to you 😉"

"Really,which one?"

@  billieeilish: "hmmm, let's see... I'll let it be a surprise 😉 But trust me, it'll be one you'll love. You have great taste in my music, after all. I hope you're settling in for the movie now, but I gotta get ready for mine. Talk to you later, darling" As soon as everyone got into the theater to watch the movie you snuck off,changing your shoes so you weren't wearing heels. You made your way over to her show,already having a ticket that you bought months before. You walked in and heard her singing. You listen closely to see which song it was. Billie was on stage, performing with infectious energy, and the audience roared in approval. The song she chose was ‘Happier Than Ever.’ Soon you were screaming the lyrics with her,but begin cautious to not be too loud. As the song ended, Billie took a moment to catch her breath. The crowd cheered on, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline from the performance. She spotted you and shot a subtle smirk your way, clearly enjoying the fact that you were there. You smiled back at her,clearly overdressed for one of her concerts. You saw her chuckling,probably at how overdressed you were. As the concert continued, Billie continued singing, her eyes occasionally darting back to you, You continued to sing along with her,knowing every single word. As the concert reached its climax, the energy reached its peak. The crowd was electric, and you were right in the middle of it all, singing and dancing like you were the biggest fan. After the final song had ended and the lights went down, the crowd erupted into applause, and Billie's adrenaline was pumping. But as the audience began to file out, she looked around for you, realizing you were gone. A mix of disappointment and curiosity filled her mind.

"Sorry about running off,I had to get back in time for the after party so they wouldn't know I snuck off. I wish I could've talked to you but I had to be fast" You were gone but you did leave a message. "And your performance was absolutely fantastic," you added. You arrived back at your hotel room, kicking off your heels and collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of exhaustion. The after-party had been fun, but all you could think about now was how much you had enjoyed Billie's concert and the stolen moment with her. You were in the middle of washing your makeup off when you noticed tweets popping up with your name, mentioning that you had been at the concert. Curiously, you started scrolling through the mentions and comments, reading what people were saying about your surprise appearance.

"I'm dying! Y/N at Billie's concert? This is the crossover we didn't know we needed."

"I still can't believe I saw Y/N in the audience at Billie's concert. She was jamming out like the biggest fan."

"Wait, was that Y/N I saw at Billie's concert? OMG, she's such a huge fan! #Y/NAtBillieConcert" Immediately these were followed by others confused as you were supposed to be at the premiere.

"Yeah,she had premiere tonight,she must really be a big fan to sneak off just for Billie"

"Isn't she supposed to be at the premiere of her new movie?"

"Gotta admit, that's pretty impressive. Who would skip a premiere for a concert? Only a true fan."

"Wait, what? She left the premiere for Billie's concert? That's some serious dedication." You couldn't help but laugh at the confusion on Twitter as people started speculating about your whereabouts. And less than an hour the news outlets had picked up on the story,swarming with headlines such as.

@ EntertainmentWeekly: "Y/N Caught at Billie Eilish Concert: A Night to Remember!"

@ E!News: "Y/N Spotted at Billie Eilish Concert Amidst Premiere: A Surprising Fan Moment"

@ CelebBuzz: "Y/N’s Surprise Appearance at Billie Eilish Concert Sparks Speculations of a Romantic Connection!"

@ GossipCentral: "Y/N Skips Movie Premiere for Billie Eilish Concert: A Secret Romance?” You filled up the bathtub just as your phone dings with a message.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I see you made quite the impression on the media tonight 👀"

"Sure did,now everyone thinks we're secretly dating"

@ billieelish: "Haha, well, you know how the media is. they'll take any opportunity to spin a story. but just so you know, I'm not complaining about being associated with you like that 😉"

"They'll take anything,huh?"

@ billieelish: "Oh, absolutely. they're like sharks, circling any piece of drama or gossip they can find. but honestly, I wouldn't mind the media thinking we're secretly dating. could be worse, right?😏"

"It's pretty funny too,maybe you should come with me to the next premiere?" You suggested.

@ billieelish: "Haha, you know what? maybe I will. it'd give the media something to really talk about, right? and I have to admit, I wouldn't mind being your date to a premiere 😉"

"In that case I'll text you the details once I get them"

@ billieelish: "Perfect, I'll be looking forward to seeing you again and giving the media even more to write about 😉”

A few days passed and you talked less,mostly because you were both busy. You doing promotions for your next movie and she was filming for a music video,but she was stumped on one thing. The music video needed a princess of sorts to tie in with the song about how someone and their life looks like a fairytale. She just couldn't figure out who should play the princess,every actress didn't give the look in her eyes that she wanted. She was quickly running out of hope,having gone through a big amount of the actresses that auditioned.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I know this might be a bit random, but I've been stuck on something and I was hoping you could help me out. Can I ask you a favor?"

"I'll see what I can do,so what do you need help with?"

@ billieelish: "Well, I'm filming a music video, and I'm having trouble finding the right actress to play this princess role. I know it's probably a long shot, but I was wondering if you'd be open to trying out for it? I think you'd be perfect for the part."

"Sure,I could give it a try"

@ billieelish: "Really? That's amazing! Honestly, I was a little worried you might think it's a crazy idea, but I'm so glad you're game for it. When would you be free to come down to the set and give it a shot?"

"I have one more interview,so send me the details and I'll be there in one hour maximum"

@ billieelish: "Awesome, I'll have my team send you the address and any other necessary details. And don't worry, the scene is pretty simple. You just need to look pretty and act like a princess."😏

"Lucky for me I'm pretty good at that" you jokingly typed back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, I have no doubt about that. I've seen your red carpet looks, you totally dress the part of a princess. can't wait to see you in action 😉"

one hour later

When you arrived at the set, you noticed that the crew were already preparing for the shoot. Billie was in the corner, looking over the scene. She noticed you and quickly walked over.

"Hey, glad you could make it. ready to give this princess thing a shot?" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Sure,now what should I do?" You looked around,trying to deduce what the scene was about.

"Well, we're shooting a scene in the forest. We want to capture the whole fairytale vibe, so I think we're going for a soft, almost floating kind of walk. you know, like a princess walking through the woods, lost in her own world." Hours passed as you filmed,the last scene was her laying on your lap as she sang.

Days later you were back on the set of your movie when you got a notification of a money transfer from Billie with a note that said “Thanks princess” Your eyebrows raised, and a small smile played on your lips, realizing that Billie had sent payment for you appearing in her music video.

"You know that's way too much,it wasn't that many hours" you texted her.

The one thing about it was,it was too much for that few hours of filming.

@ billieelish: "lol, don't worry about it. I wanted to make sure I paid you well for your time and the amazing job you did. consider it a bonus for being the perfect princess 😉"

"Okay,sugar daddy," you joked back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, sugar daddy? I like the sound of that 😉 but seriously, I just wanted to show my appreciation, and I think you deserve it. so consider it a thank you gift from your favorite musician 😉" A few hours later you had finished filming for the day,the music video was released and you sat down to see what people were saying. You scrolled through your phone, checking social media to see how fans reacted to the video. Comments were rolling in, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive. People were going nuts over your appearance and some even speculated about your relationship with Billie. Comments like 

"OMG, the princess is a literal goddess! Who is she?"

"Billie and the princess are giving us major fairytale vibes"

"The way Billie looks at her 😍" filled the comment section. Fans also took notice of the fact that the music video had a more light and cheerful tone than her usual dark and somewhat depressing tone. 

"The chemistry between Billie and the princess is off the charts!"

"I think the princess is the reason for the happier vibe. There's something about her that really brings a smile to my face."

"Is it just me or does this music video feel different than Billie's usual ones? It's so light and cheerful!"

"The princess, the lighting, the vibes—this music video is perfect. it feels like a whole new side of Billie we haven't seen before."

"I don't know what it is about the princess, but she really makes this music video. The chemistry between her and Billie is unreal."

"I've never seen Billie look at someone the way she looks at the princess. there has to be some real-life chemistry there! the tension is insane."

And the comments continued as you took her to your premiere as your plus one. The fans went wild on social media after seeing photos of you and Billie together at the premiere. The hashtag "billieandprincess" started trending, and the speculation about your relationship reached new heights.

"Omg, did you see that look in Billie's eyes when the princess walked down the red carpet? pure love. I can't handle it." 

"Billie and the princess are owning this red carpet. seriously, they're giving us goals #billieandprincess"

"I can't believe they came as each others' dates! they look so cute together.”

"The chemistry is off the charts. I can't stop staring at their pictures. this has to be more than just a friendly outing, right?" 

“The way they're posing together is everything. I'm officially on the 'billieandprincess' train. this is the ship I didn't know I needed."  It was clear the fans wanted you together and that wasn't helped by her continuing to have you in music videos,playing various characters but always close to her.

"I'm fully convinced they're secretly dating. who else gets to be in this many music videos with an artist like Billie?"

"I can't believe they're in another music video together! every time they team up, the chemistry is just unreal." The idea that you were secretly dating quickly made its way out of the fans and reached the headlines in newspapers and magazines.

@ PopCultureInsider: "The latest scoop: are Billie Eilish and her onscreen princess truly an item? read more here to find out!"

@ TrendingNow: "Billie Eilish's latest music video sparks romance rumors with mystery actress. Could this be the real deal?" With both of you not confirming or denying it,which only served to make them speculate more.

You were both at her place,she had invited you over to watch a movie. You had a couple of drinks before she started talking.

"So, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about... about us." she paused, her eyes searching yours. "You know how the media's been going crazy with all the speculation and rumors about us, right?"

"You wanna tell them that we're just friends?" You asked.

"No, that's not exactly what I was thinking." Billie shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. You moved closer to her,her hand quickly moved to your waist.

"If we do..." you couldn't think of what to say,the alcohol clouding your mind.Billie's hand on your waist sent a shiver down your spine, and the alcohol in your veins made your heart pound faster. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the proximity was making it hard to think clearly. She leaned closer, her face just inches from yours, her eyes fixated on your lips.

"If we do..." she repeated your words, her voice barely above a whisper. You leaned closer and kissed her,your hand moving into her hair and she pulled you into her lap. With a soft moan, she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking yours. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the moment, the taste of her and the intoxicating heat of her body against yours. You ran your hands through her hair, holding her close, your body trembling with anticipation. The room was filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and soft moans, a symphony of pleasure that only fueled the fire between you. Only for the moment to be interrupted by someone's voice. 

"Well, this is... unexpected." Just as things were getting even more heated, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment. You both turned to see Billie's brother, Finneas, standing at the doorway, his eyes widened with surprise. "Looks like I interrupted something." He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the two of you, still cuddled closely together on the couch. His playful tone was evident as he spoke. Billie's voice was filled with embarrassment.

"Finneas, hey... um, you're home early."

"Sorry, didn't realize this was a private party." Finneas chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Oh, shut up. Don't you knock first?" she retorted.

"Oh, my bad. I'll make sure to wait for an invitation next time."

"Well, you just ruined the mood." You couldn't help but smile at their banter despite the initial embarrassment. Finneas's easy-going nature made the moment less tense as he leaned against the doorframe. He grabbed something and left,but not without some remark.

"Oh, and just remember kids, protection is important." Billie tossed a cushion towards him, which he dodged. "Thanks, we'll keep that in mind. Any more sage advice, oh wise one?"

“Hey, just lookin' out for you two lovebirds! Safety first, remember!" You and Billie exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. Finneas had a knack for lightening the mood, and his playful banter eased the embarrassment you both were feeling. She tossed another pillow his way.

"We get it, we get it! Now, can we get back to our moment, please?" Finneas ducked out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the pillow. He smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. He turned his back and you tossed a pillow his way,this one hit him.

"Hey, that was a cheap shot!"

"Maybe now you'll think twice before interrupting next time." Billie was clearly finding it fun that you stood with her,despite your moment having been ruined. He scurried off,leaving her looking up at you as her hands held your hips still.

"Where were we again?" Billie looked up at you, a mixture of desire and affection dancing in her eyes. Her hands remained on your hips, a possessive touch.

"I don't know,the shock sobered me up" you got off her and stood up. "I could use a shot of something"

"Yeah, Finneas has that effect on people. Always pops up at the most inconvenient times." You both moved to the kitchen. "As for that shot you need, what's your poison?"

"Something strong"

"How's a shot of good old whiskey sound? It'll definitely kickstart your mood." You both downed the shots,the whiskey burning on its way down. She set the empty shot glass on the counter with a soft clink, her gaze fixed on you, a mixture of desire and anticipation in her eyes.

"So we're doing this?" you gestured between you two.

"Unless you've changed your mind." She took a step closer to you, the space between you growing smaller with each moment. Her hand found your hip again, drawing you in even closer, the heat of your bodies meeting.

"I haven't" you moved closer,pressing yourself against her. You picked her up and set her down on the counter. Sitting there, she looked up at you, her gaze dark with desire and a hint of mischief. Your hands moved up her thighs to her waist as you kissed her.Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer as she deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping her as her desires heightened.

"Maybe you should write a song about me," you teased,trailing your hand between her thighs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being the subject of my next hit single." She looked up at you with a playful look, biting her lower lip as your touch sent sparks of pleasure through her. Trying to keep her voice even, she responded, her tone both amused and slightly breathless. You pulled her right to the edge,right up against you.

"Doesn't your princess deserve a song?" You knew what you were doing,playing with her.

"Oh, does my princess want a song all to herself?" She wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms looping around your shoulders as she looked up at you, a mix of playfulness and lust in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her words a playful challenge. You kissed her neck.

"What do you think?" It was a sarcastic question,one that didn't demand an answer.

"Maybe I do... maybe I want a whole album."

"Really now? Tell me more" you bit her neck,making her moan. "Make that album and I promise I'll give you the best night of your life" you whispered,moving your hands underneath her oversized t-shirt.

"You'd better keep that promise." You moved to pull off her shorts,moving to whisper. 

"Oh,I will" you spread her legs,your fingers hooked her panties and pulled them off. "I'm keeping these,I hope you don't miss them too much. And if you need more 'inspiration' call me"

"Trust me, I'll remember this for future inspiration. But I think you might need to give me something in return." Her panties had a massive wet spot,clearly she was enjoying this. You unzipped your top to show your chest as you leaned closer. She bit her lip, trying to control the wave of arousal that coursed through her at the sight. 

"That's a pretty good exchange... but is it enough to inspire a whole album?"

"Then touch them" you smirked

"Giving me instructions now, are you? I should've known you'd be the bossy type." Her hands slowly traced your skin.

"You should watch that pretty mouth,it'll get you in lots of trouble" your lips glistened with your lipgloss which had somehow stayed despite everything.

"And what if I like trouble? What if I want my pretty mouth to get me into some fun situations?" Your hand brushed against the inside of her thigh,before two fingers plunged into her. Your fingers slipping in so easily. 

"God,you're so wet for me"

"Y-You have that effect on me... It's incredible..." Her body arched into your touch at your words, a soft moan escaping her lips."Really" You pulled your fingers out and licked them. She whined and whimpered the second you pulled your fingers out. "Please... I need more, don't tease me like this" You smirked,knowing you had her at your mercy. You moved her body,putting her feet on the counter which made her spread her legs wide. Letting you see her fully as you drew lines from her ankle to her inner thigh. You took her hand and placed it between her legs. 

"Now,show me how you've touched yourself." You smirked,your hand covering hers. She moved her hand,circling her clit, her breath shallow and quick. "How many times have you done this,pretended,wished it was my hand?" You whispered into her ear. She let out a shuddering exhale as your words washed over her, the sound of them sending chills down her spine. Your free hand moved to her chest,softly squeezing as you kissed her collarbones and neck. You kissed her cheek,your hand moving hers in quicker circles. Her back arched and she moaned loudly. It didn’t take long at all for her to cum with your touch,you took over and let her ride it out as long as she could. “That’s it,good girl.”

Months later she had finished the album and was working on a music video with you. This one was completely sexual and you played along perfectly. One scene was her scribbling the word 'mine' all over you. Pretty much confirming your relationship to the media. You both knew that this moment was more than just a scene for the music video. It was a statement to the world that you belonged to each other. You were covered in the word and decided to post a photo to your Instagram,with the caption 'I think they got the message 💚' and tagged her on one of the 'mine' she had written on your skin. 

[stsgluver]

synopsis. you’d always wait for satoru.

tags. JJK CHAP 236 SPOILERS, it’s like fluff and angst but neither at the same time yk

"took you long enough."

satoru blinked twice, those icy lashes fluttering as his blurry gaze focused on the figure next to him. he hadn't heard that voice in so long that it barely felt real, a fragment in his memories.

"i thought you'd be at least a little bit happy to see me," your lips were tilted up in a grin that easily met your eyes. you're eighteen: white blouse tucked into a long skirt and your hair twisted up away from your face. there's a sliver of silver peeking up from below your collar and he didn't need to see the necklace fully to know that the characters on the bottom spelt his name.

you were gorgeous.

"i'm always happy to see you," it was unnatural for satoru's voice to be so quiet and gentle and your laugh created a symphony he'd long forgotten. it had been six excruciating years since he'd last been blessed with your joy.

the last time he had seen you you were twenty-two, a white cloth covering your body. a mission gone wrong. that was what shoko had told him and he just had to accept it, because what else could he do?

he was the strongest until it mattered.

"smile a little for me toru, i've missed you," you were bubbly but there was a tenderness in your tone. you were dead, and now so was he, it wasn't something someone could acknowledge lightly.

but he was here, with you, and so despite it all he did as you wished, the smile he reserved only for you. there was a brief moment, the two of you staring lovingly into the other's eyes as you adjusted to this new reality: one where curses didn't exist and gojo satoru was just gojo satoru.

"you waited for me?" satoru asked, his glasses dropping further down his nose as his blue eyes flicked to your lips - the lips that had once been so familiar to him.

"we all did," you nudged his shoulder lightly and pointed in the direction of a vending machine where haibara and geto were arguing whilst nanami watched in eternal disappointment.

satoru swallowed thickly, blinking quickly like that could stop the tears that wanted to spill down his cheeks.

the gentle touch of your hands against his face redirected his attention back to your pretty face. `'you're safe now, pretty boy. you've done all that you could for them, you can have peace now."

them. megumi, yuji, nobara, yuta, all of his students past and present. it hurt him to know that they were now facing kenjaku and sukuna without him, but death offered him a freedom he'd never had before. the peace you spoke of; not having to constantly be on alert for the next assignment or worry that he would be seeing his students in the morgue, it was a bliss he wanted more than he'd care to admit.

so he wouldn't admit it.

instead, he kissed you, his dead heart beating loudly in his ears as he remembered what it felt like to truly be alive.

a/n. no one talk to me ever again unless you’re saying sike this was all a big practical joke your hubby is alive

[backtothefanfiction]

Insecure | Joel Miller Imagine

Prompt: “YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO INSECURE!”

Summary: Being Joel’s- well- whatever you are, isn’t easy.

Warnings: ANGST!!!

A/N- just a quick one before bed to keep me in the habit… and I just needed to write something angsty. A bit open ended, but yeah, hope you enjoy! Don’t forget to give feedback and reblog if you like!

Joel was handsome- you knew that. Had always known that. Heck you had wanted to jump his bones the very first time you saw him. So you understood when women, girls and sometimes even other guys did a double take or just stared at him. But it was like he was oblivious to it.

You had been travelling and working with him for 7 months now and no matter what town, city or QZ you dropped into, it was the same fucking story. He’d walk in all swagger, some dickhead would feel threatened because Joel turned his girl’s eye. They’d end up in a fight and he’d get you both kicked out because he was both too ignorant or stubborn to just concede. He’d then get frustrated and go take it out on something- hunting game or punching things or if that still didn’t work jacking off in the middle of the night when he thought you were asleep.

2 months into it you had gotten drunk with him in some cabin in the middle of nowhere that thankfully still had a stash of liquor hiding under the kitchen sink. With a little liquid courage you had drunkenly admitted you’d heard him on those nights. You had teased him and offered to help if he wanted it. You should have just kept your mouth shut, shouldn’t have offered anything because Joel really was oblivious. He thought it was just sex. A way for you to both blow off some steam at the end of the fucking world. But for you… well… it was everything.

Even when you got back home, on those particularly tough days, he sought you out. You would fuck and talk until you both fell asleep. He seemed to smile more around you. Open up to you about the past. But where you thought you had a growing relationship, he just thought you were a good friend. Because at the end of the day, if it’s not clearly spelt out for him, Joel won’t see it… Or maybe he does, he just refuses to acknowledge it- and that just makes it worse. Especially when he starts coming to you for other stuff.

He would come to you for dinner. And you would play the happy little housewife role too; laying the table, learning his favourites so you could cook them for him. If he got hurt for any reason, it was you and your first aid kit he would come to, to patch him up.

He would invite you to other peoples gatherings as his plus one. He moved some of his stuff into one of the drawers in your dresser. For all intents and purposes you were a couple… but you weren’t- and he always made that abundantly clear when others asked.

“So how long have you two been together now?” Tess had asked over dinner.

“Oh we’re not together.” He had hastily said before shoving another forkful of food quickly into his mouth, not even sparing you a second glance.

But Tess saw it. She saw the way the light dimmed in your eyes when he said it. Saw how distant you became. After all this time, he still wouldn’t call it what it was.

The three of you ate in uncomfortable silence after that, but he seemed none the wiser. He didn’t see the looks of pity Tess shot your way. Didn’t see the apology in her eyes as she left.

“Did I do something wrong?” He finally asked, breaking the silence as you began clearing plates off the table, scraping the scraps into the bin, before placing them into the sink.

At his words, you wished you had the luxury of being dramatic, throwing down the plates and smashing them, but resources were scarce enough as it was. Not to mention you’d just have to clean up all the pieces when he inevitably left to avoid this conversation. But all your anger and frustration was still there, bubbling up under the surface like a pot of boiling water, just waiting to simmer over. “No, Joel.” You seethed under your breath, trying to keep a lid on it, but you had sat too long in the silence just thinking about it all- realising how silly you had been to even think someone like him would actually want to be with you.

“Really, Darlin’, because it feels like-“

“JUST STOP!” You said, dropping the glasses into the sink on top of the plates with a clatter, your hands flying into the air searching for some sort of mercy. “Please stop!” You said again, forcing yourself to breath and take a moment and try as much as you could to keep your cool, because you knew him. You knew the moment he heard you raise your voice or get stressed with him, he’d just shut down and check out.

“Stop what?” He tried to say confused, which only made your blood simmer more.

You took in a deep breath and counted to five inside your head before you spoke. “Why did you have to say that?”

“Say what? Darlin’ I’m so fucking confused right-“

“No.” You said, shutting him down, willing him to think, to listen, to see- for once in his life. “Why did you say that in front of Tess.”

“Say what?” He asked again confused. His foot began to tap on the floorboards as he began to feed off your energy, himself growing equally as irritated as you.

“That we weren’t together.”

“Because we’re not.” He said bluntly.

“Really?!” You asked exasperatedly.

“Yes, really!”

“Joel, you practically live here. We do everything together. I cook you dinner. I do your laundry. WE SLEEP TOGETHER!”

“You offered all those things!” He stressed.

“Oh my god! How do you not see it?!”

“See what?!” He retorted.

“You invite me to places as your plus one.”

“Yeah, because we’re friends.”

“Oh my GOD!” You sighed, your hand running through your hair as you turned away from him, unable to look at his face. “YOU KNOW, YOU MAKE ME SO INSECURE!” You shouted at him as you sharply turned back to face him. “I literally put myself out there for you, every- single- day- and it’s still never enough. What is it Joel? Am I just not good enough for that?”

“We’re just us, why do you want to put a label on that?”

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” You screamed at him.

It was like detonating a bomb. His face was a picture. He really hadn’t seen it. Hadn’t wanted to see it.

“You think I did all this for you, just because we were friends?” You asked him, when the silence between you grew too much.

When he remained silent, you sighed in defeat and turned back to the sink. You rested your hands against the cold porcelain, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. This was it. You’d lost him, you were sure of it. Any second now he’d say he was gonna grab his things and go and that would be it. Unwilling to face a goodbye, you reached for the tap and turned it on.

You didn’t hear his footsteps move closer to you over the sound of the running water. When his hand reached past you to turn off the tap, it made your blood run cold.

“No.” He finally said into the silence. “No, I didn’t think you did all those things just because we were friends.” He sighed. “I just… after Sarah’s mom- and then everything that happened to Sarah- I just…” His voice kept trailing off, unable to find his words. His hand reached to rest over yours on the edge of the sink, forcing you to turn your head and look at him. “I was just so scared about getting attached. If I put a label to my own feelings, it’d just feel worse when it’s inevitably snatched away from me again.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to work out what he was saying. He sighed as he hung his head, unable to meet your eyes, his own guilt and shame weighing heavy on his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” He eventually said. “I’m sorry that I made you feel insecure, or like I don’t appreciate everything that you do.” He said, his eyes slowly lifting to find yours again. “I never meant to make you feel like that. You are enough- more- than enough, I’d be nothing without you.” He quietly confessed. “I’d still be picking fights and killing guys and beating one out in frustration most nights. Barely eating. Wearing the same flannel and pair of jeans for he fifth day in a row… I’m sorry- okay… I’m sorry.” He said and his words began to make you soften, your body leaning further into him. “But I still can’t put a label on this.” He said; and your face fell.

You took a moment- you breathed deeply. One, two, three.

“Okay.” You conceded.

“Okay?” He questioned.

It wasn’t the answer you were looking for- the outcome you had been hoping for- but for him… it was close enough. “Okay.” You confirmed,

“Okay.” He slowly nodded and agreed. “I’ll do these.” He offered, nudging you out of the way of the sink.

“Okay.” You quietly agreed again…. But only time would tell if it was really okay… or if this fight was just on hold for another day.

[partycatty]

a depressed and drunk johnny cage in his trailer on his birthday and we decide to surprise him. Us being a good bestfriend bake him a cute little cake with happy birthday spelt out in frosting and get permission to go deliver it to him.

what’s he supposed to do when he’s drunk and a cute little thing like us does something so sweet? sure it’s his birthday, but he thinks you deserve a gift and he ends up fucking you in his trailer.

love ya 💙💙💙

ARF ARF BARK BARK GRRR WOOF

johnny cage > happy bithday

you surprise your best friend on his birthday. he returns the favor.

warnings: smut ofc, he's drunk (i knowwww he's a canon recovering alcoholic BEAR WITH MEEE) SUB JOHNNY NATION RISE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i kinda made him beg like a dog icl so hes kinda ooc oops

notes: INTENTIONAL MISSPELT TITLE!!! and this fic kicked my ASS. it took me like a week to get the courage to finish this holy fucking shit.

word count: 2.8k

[ masterlist ]

• you and johnny went far back. you had ties in the filming industry though you weren't on screen yourself. this drew you two together, even before you careers blossomed.

• you worked next door to his production, and you recall johnny expressing to you his annoyance for having to work on his birthday. he sounded... more miserable than usual, and it left a weird pit in your stomach.

• during your break, you ran into a nearby supermarket and purchased all the equipment you'd need: cake mix, frosting, sprinkles, and two numerical candles that spelled out 30. it took blood sweat in tears for you to bake this cake in record time, and decorating may have not been your strong suit but the purple frosting and gold lettering turned out... decent. hey, it's edible nonetheless!

• tip-toeing your way to his trailer, you were sure he had to be inside. you even double checked with his staff, and he was on an extended break while filming. standing at the door, you knock a couple times, and a stuffy, groaning voice responds.

• "m'busy," you know it's johnny's voice but it sounded far sadder than anticipated. hopefully the cake would cheer him up?

• you reply with his name through the crack in the door, and there's some shuffling before the door swings open. you don't even have time to wait or process the situation before johnny tugs you into his trailer by your arm. your face darkens slightly when you notice his flushed face and parted lips. his hair was messy, and the smell of alcohol poured from his mouth. the top few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, giving you a peek of his bare chest. any other situation, you'd be head over heels, but his appearance concerned you.

• "are you drunk?" you ask with a hint of bewilderment, and johnny can only wipe his eyes and nod weakly, giving you a lopsided grin that unfortunately makes you feel weak in the knees. you swore to god to never act on this little crush, since he was a celebrity and all, and you knew better than to put your genuinely good friendship at risk.

• "you made me a cake?" johnny's gentle, almost tearful voice tore away any anger that began to bubble up and replaced it with warmth. you nod and hold it out to him, and the faint candlelight flickers against his skin beautifully. he was so soft when he was drunk at times, and only you got to see this warmer side compared to his typical cocky ways.

• "it's... not my best work," you shrug sheepishly, looking down at the cake. when you look back up, you notice johnny's lashes are wet as they flutter, looking down at the cake with you. he sniffs, and wipes his eyes quickly.

• "you spelled it wrong." his smile doesn't falter but the tears threaten to spill.

• "what?"

• "doll... look," johnny's finger trails the iced words. "you forgot the R."

• oh, shit. you did. the cake reads HAPPY BITHDAY JOHNNY in the most confident gold lettering. the time crunch must've made your proofreading not too accurate. you blush and try to move the cake away from view, sliding it onto his vanity.

• as you were about to sputter useless apologies and try to move on, johnny takes a step closer and fully embraces your body in his large arms, his form completely overtaking yours and trapping you in his grasp. johnny's head buries itself in the crook of your neck as he squeezes tight, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

• on instinct, your arms try to wrap around his body, gripping his shirt tightly. johnny mutters something incoherent, his drunken ramblings a key trait of his state.

• "you're so sweet to me," he mumbles tearfully, peppering kisses along your neck. sure, he was affectionate typically, but he was kissing your neck. he was drunk, but... your heart fluttered.

• "hey, hey..." you rub his back soothingly, hoping maybe you could stop him from attacking your neck in hopes it'll cool your rising heat. "because you're my best friend."

• he whines into your neck, presumably in appreciation of your words. your neck begins to have a faint smell of alcohol.

• "such a sweet girl..." he doesn't stop. his hands wander to your lower back, pulling you in harder. this worries you, deeply.

• "johnny," your voice is warning as they find their place on his broad shoulders. "easy, easy, you're drunk."

• "whassat matter," he bites down into your flesh, making you yelp in shock. "mean so much to me."

• when his hands find their way to your ass, kneading at the flesh, you shove him away with furrowed brows. "you don't want this," you warn him, fighting every single urge to not pounce on him in that moment. "this is... really, really stupid, i mean, it's just a birthday-"

• johnny shuts you up quickly with a kiss, slamming his face against yours so hard you feel the clack of his teeth. his face cups yours, borderline squeezing your cheeks as his lips dance with yours. when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips and it sends you weak in the knees.

• "doll," he huffs, wiping his mouth. "birthday or not, i've wanted you for so long." he's breathless and nearly incoherent, like this was his only shot at what he truly wanted. johnny was infamous for admitting shit when drunk, so you knew that this was true for the most part. this was only reinforced when he suddenly dropped to his knees, level with your stomach as he placed fluttering kisses along the front of your shirt.

• "please, i..." he pressed his face into the fabric, fists bunching up around the back. "i'll make you feel real good, if you let me..." his hand snakes under your shirt, rubbing circles in the flesh of your waist as he looks up with pleading eyes. your hand moves downward, raking gently through his hair.

• "you really want this?" you ask gently, toying with his hair. "no going back."

• his lips brush against your stomach as he teeters between kissing the skin and speaking against it. "i want you so bad, doll."

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• all it took was your permission, and johnny was on you in seconds. he backed you into his vanity, sending various items clattering to the ground. he fit so snug between your thighs, settling there to make out with you. perhaps he didn't even notice, but he was gently rutting into you as your lips connected, expelling desperate whimpers down your throat that only fueled your long-time desire. his cock could just barely make out the dip between your folds, but he pressed a little harder and made you gasp when your clit received unexpected attention.

• johnny pulls you in by the waistband of your pants, pressing your bodies impossibly closer as he panted in your ear. "let me taste you," he begged in a low whisper as he hooked his thumbs under the fabric. "i'll be good, i'll be so good."

• jesus, it seemed he wanted to eat you out more than you wanted to be eaten out. you'd never seen this flavor of eagerness in a man and it admittedly took you some strength to not giggle at how johnny fucking cage of all people became a lost, drunken puppy between your legs.

• "go on, pretty boy," you pant as your lips brush. the smell of alcohol brings you back to reality for only a moment.

• johnny decided that words took too much effort and instead dropped to his knees before you, shoulders holding up the weight of your plush thighs as he parted them hungrily to not waste a second more.

• the poor man forgets to even remove your pants before he's pressing his nose onto your heat, eyelashes fluttering as his heart swells with adoration. your scent, your heaving chest, your pretty thighs weighing his shoulders down, it was all too much. his pants feel a size too tight as his boner strains against his slacks.

• you get his brain going by jumping your hips up to get your pants past your ass, letting him pull them down the rest of the way. he throws them far, far away and latches himself again onto your pussy, now only divided by the fabric.

• "you were so eager before," you groan, thrusting forward slightly to put more pressure. "take them off."

• "no," he mutters against your panties, the vibrations making you jolt. "want this to last." his tongue flattens, drawing a long stripe up the fabric. when your panties stick to your pussy, it makes out the shape and he groans at the tease.

• "hold on," he places your thighs back down, trying to calm his breathing and flushed face. "i... i need this first. please." he unbuckles himself and pulls his slacks down to his thighs, giving you a view of his rock solid boner. it honestly looked painful, and you felt pity even if he looked adorable like this. his eyes were downward, fidgeting with his loose belt in shame. he chuckles breathily. "it's so hard, it hurts."

• "that's..." you struggle to find words when your mouth goes dry staring at his thick imprint. "that's alright." your voice was flat, trying to hide your desperation at his need to ask for permission. he didn't need to ask.

• johnny swallows thickly and lets his pants drop, followed by his boxers. his cock was blushed and seeping with precum, twitching once when he looked back up at you. he lets out a small moan, getting far ahead of himself as he positions his hips against yours. he gasps when the contact is made, stuttering his hips ever so slightly. johnny's hands find your thighs again, squeezing down hard to ground himself to not cum immediately. sober and platonic interactions were already far too much for his raging desire for you, so actually getting what he craved was beyond overstimulating.

• you were sick of waiting, so you snake your arms to rest atop his shoulders, hands raking through his undercut. you grip down slightly and he bites his lower lip in response, eyebrows knitting together as his wet eyes burn through yours. you glide your cunt along his throbbing dick and he jolts forward, resting his damp forehead against your shoulder.

• johnny understands you're just as eager as him and begins to thrust into your damp panties, but quickly decides it won't give him what he needs, so he hooks them with his thumb and stretches them aside. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes are glossed over and all he can fixate on is your pleasure.

• his tip notches between your folds and settles nicely, earning a hiss from the both of you from the warmth. johnny bucks forward eagerly, sliding himself up and down seamlessly due to how soaked you were. your folds hug his cock in just the right way, and you feel yourself already feeling heavenly every time your sensitive clit bumps against his tip.

• "fuck, doll," he hisses into the skin of your neck, placing open mouth kisses. "i want to last, you're - ngh - making it so hard... so hard..." he trails off, groaning when you slip and make his tip kiss the entrance of your cunt, making his knees buckle. "'m gonna cum just from this... god, you're so beautiful, beautiful girl-" his praises become increasingly more high pitched and you can tell by the way he begins to stutter his hips that he's close, unable to last long and it's driving him wild.

• johnny wasn't ever this needy, ever this pathetic. you reduced the cocky a-lister to a near-sobbing mess as he slips across your cunt, finding a momentum difficult from how slippery the entire scene has become. his cock is soaked, dripping down his leg due to your arousal.

• just as your orgasm builds up, as does his, johnny pulls away and lowers himself, gripping the flesh of your ass to pull your hips to his mouth. now thoroughly soaked and clenching around nothing, your cunt is desperate for a release that johnny happily provides, latching onto your clit, and shoving two fingers deep in your hole. he flattens his tongue, shaking his head slightly and flicking your clit relentlessly.

• your orgasm rides up on you rapidly, overwhelmed by the direct pleasure and how filled you were from two of his long fingers alone. wanting to lurch forward as your body trembles, johnny uses his other hand to sit flatly on your stomach, pushing you up against the mirror of the vanity and forcing you to take his lapping and fingering.

• johnny couldn't stand to have your pleasure soak his cock, shockingly. he needed, needed to taste the mess you were making for him or he just might die. you shake, trying to writhe and twitch as your orgasm fights you in waves. loud moans are pulled from your throat with each pulse of pleasure. your arousal soaks johnny's face, effectively soaking his nose and chin as he devours all you have to offer. he matched your moans with high-pitched whimpers, brows knitting together as his eyes clench shut. he was in heaven just as much as you were.

• he continues to lap at you until you force him away by his hair, his mouth becoming borderline painful as he eats you out through your orgasm. you giggle, as it slightly tickles. johnny looks... well, still drunk, but now a new kind. pussydrunk? lovedrunk? either way, the glossy look on his face suits him.

• as your chest heaves, attempting to recollect yourself, everything about the situation comes back to reality. you just grinded against your best friend. your best friend made you cum from his mouth.

• "what's that look?" johnny asks, wiping his mouth with his forearm. his eyes are glittering with delight.

• "nothing," you shrug, his grin contagious. "you did good, johnny."

• "yeah?" he seems proud of himself, glancing downward for a moment. he squeezes your thighs lovingly, placing a gentle kiss on them before finally standing up.

• "yeah." just as you respond, you look down to his cock, wondering if maybe he'd need some help getting there, too. it seemed only fair, that is, until you notice it's semi-hard and soaked. you sit up and lean forward, looking past your legs and onto his trailer floor. cum is splattered onto the flooring, some of it dripping down his thigh. "you came from giving head?"

• "how could i not have?" johnny's sheepish at your observation, but owns up to it quickly as he tucks it back into his slacks. "you're incredible." his face is tinted pink.

• "you're too sweet," you giggle, and johnny helps you down from the vanity as your legs wobble. giving up on finding wherever the hell your pants went, johnny leaves for a moment and returns with a pair of pajama pants, presumably a pair he kept in the trailer for his princess naps.

• "look who's talking... hey, speaking of sweet," johnny laughs, rubbing his hands together. "you and me wash up, and we have some cake, yeah?"

• "i like that plan," as you jump into the pants. johnny visibly tenses up seeing your breasts bounce from the jump, and he can't ignore the way your thighs and ass jiggle. "where did i put it, anyway?"

• you both look around the trailer for a moment, the memory of placing the cake down hazy among the rest of the event. you let out a small gasp, realizing that the cake was on the vanity, the one you got fucked out on... or rather, it was. the cake was splattered on the floor, frosting spread out and depressingly smeared anywhere it could reach. you frown, and johnny hovers behind you as you both look over the mess.

• "that sucks," johnny sighs, but his voice sounds uplifting. "that's alright, i ate something better."

• "don't be gross," you giggle, swatting at his form behind you. "that was perfectly good cake."

• "we can make another," johnny offers. "together. and i'll make sure you spell it right this time." his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you in close and breathing in the scent of your hair. the sweat, perfume and natural smell you carried always drove him wild, but he was now comfortable enough to bury himself in it. you lean into his touch, sighing as the heat from your bodies provides the perfect comfort.

• "happy birthday, johnny," you mumble softly, rocking back and forth in his arms. johnny responds into your hair, his voice breathy and warm.

• "thank you, doll."

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || He Forgets Your Birthday

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

When you woke up that morning to an abundant amount of messages from everyone but Chan you were slightly disappointed about it. You'd expected Chan to have remembered your birthday but it turned out it had gone to the back of his mind and you didn't know if you should be angry about it or not. It was fast approaching time for Chan to submit another comeback idea so he'd been working harder than usual lately but so had the other guys and they had all remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

"Thanks, Lix," You giggled looking at the small box of cupcakes that were on the table in front of you, your eyes watering a little as you saw the icing on each cake spelt your name out.

"I didn't know if Chan-Hyung had arranged anything for you, so I wanted to do something small." He smiled at you and you let a single tear run down your cheek, slowly looking at Felix who was frowning.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No....N-No, he just...He forgot." You admitted and shook your head, quickly wiping the tears off your face and trying to move past it. It seemed silly to be crying over it in front of Felix when he knew just how busy Chan was with everything.

"He forgot? How? He has it written down everywhere...There's no way, maybe he's just trying to surprise you," You shook your head at him and nodded over at the door where Chan was sleeping, he'd come straight home and collapsed into bed which you didn't blame him for he must have been exhausted but it hurt. Before you could even begin to process what was happening Felix was making his way over to the door and slamming it open, Chan flinched as he turned around to face the door.

Unlike you'd thought Chan had been in the bedroom, hunched over his laptop and working.

"Are you kidding me?!" Felix cried out when he saw the older boy sitting there,

"It's your girlfriend's birthday and you're in here pretending as though she doesn't exist?"

"Lix, it's fine. He's clearly busy," You tried to pull Felix away but it was like trying to get a bone from a dog - damn near impossible.

"It's not her birthday until next week."

"It's today." Felix combated him shaking his head, normally Chan was on top of everything but it was obvious the idea of submitting a comeback was getting to him a little.

"No. It's next week because I have it written down, right...Yn?" He slowly turned to look at you and as much as you wanted to tell him it was next week, it wasn't.

"It's today," The air seemed to grow thicker as Chan came to the sudden realisation that he'd missed your birthday and his stomach dropped.

"No...N-No, because I booked us a table at your favourite restaurant and I even hired a small boat to take us on the river for a while," He shook his head going into his computer calendar and his face dropped as he realised.

"Yn...I-I'm sorry," You could tell he was sincere about it but you were still hurt inside about it, everyone else had managed to remember but not him.

"It's fine," A blatant lie and anyone with a working pair of eyes could see that so Chan rushed over and wrapped his arms around your midsection.

"I promise I'm going to make this up to you," He whispered in your ear, trying to think of anything he could do to make up for fucking up this much.

MINHO:

It was obvious to the boys what had happened and now they were staring at you and feeling guilty even though they had nothing to feel that way for. It wasn't them who had forgotten about you on your birthday, it was Minho who was still completely oblivious to it.

"Aren't your forgetting something?" Chan asked as Minho walked into the dorm's living room and made his way past you, his eyes scanning over each of the boys before his eyes landed on you but you refused to look at him. Not only had he forgotten it was your birthday but he was ignorant about it as well.

"Happy Birthday Yn!" Changbin yelled out finally having enough of Minho not saying anything and you looked down at your hands. It suddenly felt awkward to be sitting here when all of the boys had remembered but your own boyfriend had failed to.

"I'm going to head home for the night-" You tried to get out but Jeongin shook his head at you, he was very much looking forward to spending the night with you.

"I thought we were going to watch cringey movies and gossip," Jeongin whined as you stood up, reaching for your bag.

"I'm not really in the mood right now, I'm sorry." You smiled weakly and Minho stared at you, his stomach dropping when he noticed the boys watching him waiting to see what he was doing to do.

"Yn-"

"Don't...Minho...Just don't. Everyone here remembered my birthday except for you, do you know how that makes me feel?" The boys slowly made their way out of the room leaving the two of you to discuss this privately.

"I didn't mean to forget."

"Just like you didn't mean to forget our anniversary? Do you even care for me? Even a little?" The words tore through him and he wanted to cry at the thought of you thinking he didn't love you,

"I adore you Yn, you know that." He reached out to touch your arm but you stepped away from him and shook your head. As badly as you wanted to believe him, the part of you that was hurting wasn't going to let this go so easily.

"I don't...You're always off doing whatever, forgetting things that are supposed to be important and I'm left to wonder if you even love me."

[X]

The next morning Minho had gone straight to your apartment and covered the living room with bouquets of your favourite flowers, as well as getting some decorations he found.

"What's this?" You frowned coming down into the room and frowning when you saw him sitting in front of you,

"Happy Birthday," He smiled weakly at you, holding up a present as you bit down on your lip.

"I wanted to try again, so we're pretending today is the day and that I didn't almost fuck up the best thing that has happened to me," He brought you closer to him and you smiled weakly, kissing his cheek softly.

CHANGBIN:

"Are you sure he knew about it?" Felix questioned as you finished packing up the final box of decorations that had lined the room the boys had rented for the night. He was directing his line of questioning at Jeongin who had planned the whole night tonight,

"How would he forget? It's her birthday." Jeongin whispered looking over at you, the boys had planned a surprise party for you, not your boyfriend but your boyfriend's friends and you were starting to feel sick at the thought of Changin not being here.

"Maybe he got lost on the way to the venue," Felix suggested once he realised that you could hear everything that they were saying,

"Or he forgot," You mumbled, shaking your head to yourself, it wasn't the first time Changbin had forgotten something important and you knew it wasn't going to be the last either but that didn't mean it hurt any less. The door to the room suddenly slammed against the wall and a sweaty-looking Changbin was standing there, drenched in a thick layer of sweat and panting heavily.

"I got here as quickly as possible," He looked around the room and then over at you but you refused to even look in his direction, wishing the boys goodbye before making your way out of the venue with Changbin hot on your trail.

"Yn, I- I don't even know how to begin to say-"

"Don't say sorry because we both know you won't mean it." You shut the boot of your car and stared at him, your arms folded over your chest as you stared him down.

"How can you say that? Of course, I'm sorry." He whispered, his eyes softening as he looked at you. There were tears running down your cheeks but you tried not to draw attention to them.

"Then how are you always forgetting things? If it's not my birthday it's our anniversary...or the times you forgot we had dates." He scoffed at you and shook his head, there was only one time that had happened.

"That's happened once!"

"Four times." You scoffed, getting into the car but he held onto the door preventing you from shutting it on him.

"Let me make it up to you?"

"I would, but I don't know how you can do that. It fucking hurts Binnnie," Your voice cracked as you let the tears stream down your face, the door was pulled wide open and you were suddenly pulled free from the car and into Changbins arms.

"I will find a way, please...J-Just don't go home alone, let me come with you." He begged as he rubbed your back softly, your arms tightening around him as you nodded your head at him.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin smiled at you as you sat beside him in bed, you watched him closely as his smile slowly turned into a frown,

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He chuckled softly as he slowly got out of bed,

"I'm just waiting for something." A couple seconds of silence went by before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling at you before heading into the bathroom without so much as a "Happy birthday."

"Baby? Are you forgetting something?" You called from outside of the en-suite door, waiting for him to remember but the door opened.

"You're right! How could forget!" You smiled brightly, finally happy he seemed to have remembered so quickly but he walked past you, took the towel and headed back into the bathroom again souring your mood within a couple of seconds.

[X]

The rest of the day you'd spent completely alone, deciding that if Hyunjin hadn't remembered then you were going to spend the entire day alone doing everything you loved.

"Where have you been? I've been texting and calling you for hours." He said as soon as you walked through the door,

"I spent my birthday doing everything I wanted to do since someone forgot." You stared at him and watched as the clogs in his head began to turn over and he realised how badly he'd fucked up that morning.

"Yn-"

"Don't." You warned him, shaking your head as you made your way through the house, taking your bags up to your bedroom as he followed behind you.

"I spaced! I'm used to working on your birthday, I just-"

"You forgot. No biggy," You lied, even though it was a huge biggy, you could see just how much it was stressing him out and while you had been mad that morning there was no use making it worse now when he was clearly having a hard time with it. 

"Big, Big, Biggy," He shook his head at you, holding you from behind.

"Let me order your favourite food, and tomorrow we will do everything you could ever want." He held you tighter as you nodded at him, smiling a little as you relaxed in his arms.

JISUNG:

You walked into the studio with a picnic basket and some bottles of water, sitting on the sofa as you watched Jisung through the small glass window inside of the room. As soon as he saw you he smiled and walked through the door,

"What's all this?" He nodded to the picnic that you were laying out in front of him and you smiled a little. You knew when you'd woken up that morning that he'd forgotten your birthday but you knew Jisung well, he was a cute hamster that forgot his own lyrics and there was no way you could be mad at him for forgetting your birthday. As much as it had upset you, you'd decide to get on the better side of it and come out smiling. There was no need for a huge fight when it was clearly something that could be remedied by you talking like adults or you acting mature about it. It wasn't as though he forgot every year, in fact normally he was on top of everyone's birthdays, always the first one to message so clearly it had been a mistake this morning, one you could easily forgive him for.

"Birthday picnic, I knew you'd forgotten but I wanted to come and spend lunch with you," You smiled as you pulled out the hotter food, Jisung's bottom lip trembling a little as he scratched the back of his neck

"I didn't...I-I didn't forget...I-I was just-" He tried to come up with something - anything - he could say to try and make you believe him but he couldn't and guilt began to swim over his body. With the stress of the job weighing on him, it must have slipped his mind and he felt awful for it,

"Relax baby, it's fine. Honestly, please just eat with me?" He nodded sitting beside you as you took out more than enough food for the two of you, both of you beginning to dig in while Jisung apologised to you for forgetting.

FELIX:

It had been a week of silent treatment for Felix and he was beginning to lose his mind a little. Usually, the two of you would get into a fight, you'd give him the silent treatment for a couple of hours and everything would be fine again but clearly, this wasn't a normal fight the two of you had. Not that there was a fight, Felix just remembered you no longer speaking to him,

"You're really not even going to look at me when we're in the same room?" He questioned as you stared down at your phone, scrolling through a random news article you had no interest in.

"What did I even do?" He stared at you, completely oblivious to everything he had done last week. It had been your birthday and you happened to share it with a few of Felix's friends while he had spent the day wishing them birthday messages and calling them to let them know he was thinking of them he hadn't even so much as wished the same to you.

"It's what you didn't do." You mumbled, locking your phone and placing it face down on the table in front of you. All of the other boys had remembered, you'd even gotten a couple of gifts from them each but Felix was blind to it all.

"What is it I didn't do?" He whined a little, he was sick and tired of beating around the bush and to be frank, so were you. It was annoying having to tiptoe around the subject.

"My birthday was last Friday." You stared at your boyfriend and watched as the realisation hit him, his mouth beginning to form an "O" shape,

"So while you were wishing everyone else a happy birthday I was alone...the whole day with not so much as a text from you." You sniffled a little, it was still fresh in your heart and you hated how much it burnt to not hear from him that day,

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I thought my own boyfriend would remember something so simple." You began to cry into your hands and instantly he was sitting beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he bought you to rest against his chest. 

"I'm so sorry Yn, I'm so fucking sorry."

"Do you know how much it hurt to see you wishing everyone else a happy birthday but me?" You sniffled as he continued to hold onto you,

"I'll make it up to you," He promised but you didn't say anything, you just cried into his chest softly as he held onto you.

SEUNGMIN:

All day long Seungmin felt as though he'd been forgetting something and it had bugged him too much, even when he walked into the house something still didn't feel right.

"Do you ever feel like you forgot something important but you can't put your finger on what it is-"  Seungmin stopped as he walked into the living room to see you sitting with the boys and surrounded by some presents and cards.

"I see I forgot something very important." He whispered as you stared down at the card in your hand, thanking the boys for coming to see you when they did.

When they eventually left Seungmin was following you around the house while you cleaned up, apologising over and over again but you refused to even acknowledge that he was talking to you.

"It was an easy mistake." He told you as you shook your head, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom. Right now you didn't even want to look at Seungmin nevermind share a bed with him for the night,

"An easy mistake is when you forget to pay a bill, or when...O-Or when you forget to pick someone up but not forgetting your girlfriend or four years birthday." You shook your head at him about to shut the door when he placed his hand on it, preventing you from doing so.

"It's the first time in four years I forgot, that has to make up for something." He whimpered a little and you shook your head, softly shutting the door and going to get ready for bed.

[X]

The next day when you eventually decided you could no longer avoid Seungmin he was all over you, pampering you with kisses and extra attention, he'd even managed to get the day off so he could at least attempt to make up for yesterday.

"I made breakfast, and I got some of your favourite movies ready," You stared at him as he pointed over at the living room, everything was done to look cosy and you hated how much you wanted to give into him for all of this.

"I don't have presents until tomorrow-"

"It's not about presents Seungmin...It's about you remembering it," He nodded his head, pressing a small and gentle kiss to your cheek,

"I will, I promise." You hummed a little at him as he lead you into the living room, making you sitdown on the sofa before he bought everything into you.

JEONGIN:

As soon as the front door shut Jeongin could sense that he was in some kind of trouble and he instantly wanted to get back into the car and drive to the dorms.

"Babe?" He called out to the dimly lit house, slowly beginning to make his way up to the bedroom where he figured that you would be waiting for him but when he got there he frowned. Small sniffles were coming from inside of the room and you sounded as though you were whispering to someone else. Jeongin's hand stilled on the door handle as he listened to you,

"I just can't believe he forgot," You sniffled louder this time and you shook your head, you knew it probably seemed like a stupid thing to cry over but you hated Jeongin for forgetting your birthday.

"He embarrassed me in front of everyone Lixie. Mum was looking forward to showing him off to everyone and he just never showed up...N-Not even a text to let me know he was busy." You began to cry into the pillow and Jeongin's stomach dropped as he listened to you talking about him.

"My birthday, how could he just forget? Am I that forgettable?" You questioned angrily, sitting up in the bed as you thought about it more and more. That was when you noticed Jeongin's shadow under the door and you sighed wishing goodbye to Felix before waiting for Jeongin to walk into the room. As soon as he did there was a sheepish look on his face and he whimpered a little, you looked like you'd been crying for hours. There were tear stains down your cheeks, your eyes were swollen pretty badly and not to mention they were also bloodshot.

"Baby-"

"You forgot...You actually forgot," You bit out a little angrier than you'd intended but you couldn't believe he'd just managed to forget your birthday. It wasn't as though they had any promotions going on at the moment either, come to think of it he was supposed to be on holiday so you had no idea what had been so important he was able to forget you all day.

"Words and actions will never make up for what I did. I know, I fucked up and I intend to make it up to you for the rest of my life." He whined as he got into the bed beside you, slowly wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into a tight embrace your heart fluttering as you relaxed in his touch. You hated your heart for giving in to him so easily after what had happened today,

"How did you forget?" You probably didn't want to know the answer but you knew the question was only going to gnaw at you until you got an answer from him anyway,

"I don't have an excuse, I just blanked. I went to see my brother and we went for food, I just completely blanked on it, baby," You nodded at him, you were glad he was being honest with you about it rather than lying but it still didn't make you feel any better about being ditched all day.

"Tomorrow, we're spending every second together. You'll get breakfast in bed...I'll treat you like a queen." He promised as he began to kiss your cheek and slowly down to your shoulder, pampering you with kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

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[nofomogirl]

We need to talk about body snatching

I'm not a massive fan of the 1827 minisode - if you're curious why it bothers me, I've explained it in my post about two GO canons - but there's no denying it does an amazing job at exploring the complexity of morality and moral choices. It starts with a very black-and-white two-dimensional image and gradually adds shading and perspective, making it harder and harder to judge as we go along.

I think it's worth digging into (pun not intended but I'll take it).

Layer 1: body snatching bad

We learn someone did something

It's those first few seconds where we see a person robbing a grave, and since we know that robbing graves is a crime and generally not a good thing to do, we can quickly form a tentative conclusion that this is wrong.

Okay, in this exact instance, we immediately get enough context clues to see that this kind of judgment would be oversimplistic and superficial. Only Aziraphale, who for some reason acts as if it was his first day on Earth after a thorough memory wipe, is ready to condemn Elspeth based on just that.

Nevertheless, this is the first layer - the deed itself with no context.

Layer 2: body snatching acceptable

We learn about the person who did the thing

That's the whole journey with the first dug-up body where we get to know Elspeth and become privy to her circumstances - she's desperately poor, she has another person depending on her, she robs graves to survive. Aziraphale's suggestions that she might earn her living by selling books, weaving or farming just serve to prove how inaccessible more honest and dignified professions are to her. In turn, her comment about how she's not hurting anybody who isn't already dead hints that from the realistically available options, Elspeth could have chosen something much worse.

Technically this layer is a significant step up from layer 1 but it still isn't really challenging. Things are spelt out really loud for us, and most importantly everything we learn about Elspeth is just attenuating circumstances. To top it off both she and Wee Morag are immediately endearing. The takeaway is that sometimes things that in theory are bad can be excused which is important but the verdict still comes without any second thoughts.

Layer 3: body snatching complicated

We learn the larger context around the thing

This mostly happens when Aziraphale and Crowley discuss body snatching with Mr Dalrymple. We learn that the stolen corpses are used for a medical study that can advance human knowledge and make it possible to save living people and that surgeons have no legal means to obtain enough of them for their research - hence their need to buy them from body snatchers.

At first glance it's just more of what we got in layer 2 - more agruments in favour of body snatching that aren't all that nuanced and don't really give us any pause - just from a larger perspective, beyond Elspeth's individual experience. But if you glance more than once you'll notice this is when things stop being straightforward and easy to judge.

The moment we enter a proper grey area is when Aziraphale asks why Mr Dalrymple doesn't acquire the bodies himself. This is a very valid question - while we might easily agree that studying the human body to further medical knowledge is a good thing, and with just the slightest hesitation admit that it's acceptable to resort to using stolen bodies if that is the only way the research may continue, it's not as easy to excuse taking advantage of the poor and the desperate to do the actual stealing that we know is very dangerous.

The moment we know without a doubt we are in a proper grey area is when Mr Dalrymple laughs at Aziraphale's concern.

Objectively, the surgeon is right that it's more effective if he doesn't risk his own life in the graveyard and uses his time on actual research, teaching students and saving lives. But it's also clear he doesn't exactly see people like Elspeth as actual human beings and feels he has every right to use them. On the one hand, he is paying, on the other, he happily benefits from the cruel class system and is not even one bit remorseful about it. On the one hand, he takes risks too, on the other he has a chance of rewards Elspeth will not benefit from. It's not the poorest whose lives will get bettered by the progress of medicine, even though they're the ones who pay with their lives for that progress. And if Mr Dalrymple gets lucky and is knighted for his work (we know he wasn't in the end but it was a possibility), the poor still won't be pardoned for stealing for him. Nevertheless, he has no issue with that.

As I said, things get nuanced.

Layer 4: it's different when it's someone you know

The thing actually happens in your life

I think you'll all agree that the turning point of the minisode is when Elspeth decides to sell Wee Morag's still warm body. This is what finally leaves us speechless.

That's because up until now we've been approaching the issue intellectually. It's not that we didn't care about the characters, but we were allowed to keep a safe distance. The whole thing was like a problem to be solved - "Is body snatching right or wrong? Discuss in 500-1000 words" - and everything we've learned so far was data for this assignment. I believe that one of the reasons why this detachment came naturally was that there was a very thick line between people involved in body snatching and the bodies that were being snatched. The former were, well, people, obviously. The latter were inanimate objects.

It isn't until Wee Morag is to be sold that we are forced to see a person in a dead body. This is also when real emotions enter the equation.

This shift forces us to question our judgment for the first time. It was easy to justify Elspeth when she was selling a nameless corpse. But the fact that she decided to sell her closest companion - and most likely lover - shocks us. Something inside us strongly objects to how quickly she makes the decision.

And then there's the transaction, and it is also different when it's someone we know. The fact that we knew Wee Morag fully exposes Mr Dalrymple for the heartless jerk that he is. The way he treats Elspeth is the absolute worst and if you haven't realized he was a hypocrite earlier, you should be disillusioned by now.

But at least Elspeth is not a hypocrite, right? It may seem cold that she sold Wee Morag but it just proves she simply believed it's all right to sell a dead body, doesn't it?

Well, about that...

Layer 5: it's different when it's you

You are forced to face the thing happening to you

This layer is reached when Elspeth plans her suicide and asks Aziraphale and Crowley to bury her "somewhere where no ghouls will ever dig her back up again".

It turns out Elspeth McKinnon really was a filthy liar.

Not long ago she was insisting that body snatching doesn't hurt anyone who isn't already dead, and asking why she should let Wee Morag rot in the ground when she starves. But she wants to make sure it doesn't happen to her own body. The idea that someone might dig her up terrifies her and she calls people who do it ghouls. So why was digging up other people okay again? Why should she rot in the ground while other people suffer? There were other people living in the street where she and Wee Morag hid. Why not ask Aziraphale to give the money to them? Or just anybody in need? Why not ask to sell her body as well and use the earnings the same way?

Also, if you look at it from a certain perspective, Elspeth betrayed Wee Morag in the worst possible way. Wee Morag believed that if someone's body gets cut, that person's soul cannot enter Heaven. Yet Elspeth sold her to Mr Dalrymple, claiming that Wee Morag would have wanted her to have the means to survive. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps Wee Morag would have made that sacrifice. But then Elspeth decided to kill herself and use the money she got for Wee Morag's body for her own funeral.

But does it make Elspeth wicked? Certainly not. She's simply torn by grief. I seriously doubt she's been planning to commit suicide when she was taking Wee Morag to Mr Dalrymple. She might have genuinely tried to carry on but the reality of what happened caught up to her. Mr Dalrymple's cruel words certainly didn't help her cope with a personal tragedy. I even suspect one of the reasons she sold her friend was that she had no idea what else to do with a dead body.

Does this excuse her actions? Kind of, but not really.

Elspeth was a tragic character, not an innocent lamb with a heart of gold.

The point is - can any of us really judge her?

Which, coincidentally, is a question that the original Good Omens book toyed with quite a lot.

If you've reached this far, thank you for reading!

[pacifymebby]

This fic is both brought to you by and dedicated to my unhinged obsession with Alfie Solomons fingers (and also my anxiety)

I use the word "lemele" which is little lamb in Hebrew, please if you think I've spelt it wrong or anything let me know so that I can change it!

Something had been wrong with you for days now. You'd not been yourself for almost a week. You were all wound up and jumpy, so tense it was simultaneously breaking Alfie's heart and doing his head in. You were driving him up the wall and he'd told you that now several times... He felt like he was watching you self destruct in slow motion, painfully slow motion.

Like right now for instance you were pacing around the living room trying to tidy up, or were you trying to cook dinner, or do the laundry, or were you just looking for something you'd lost? He couldn't tell and that was exactly the problem, he knew you had no idea what you were doing either... And he knew that any moment now something was going to go wrong, either you'd knock something over, spill a cup of tea or you'd catch your hip on the door handle again and then, well then you'd burst into tears and sink down to the floor all head in hands and forlorn, or else you'd lose your temper and get all flushed and angry, your hands in your hair gripped in tight little fists as your angry tears poured out of you...

And Alfie couldn't stand watching you walk blindly towards disaster... He had to intervene... And he knew that when you got like this specifically... When you became nothing but a bundle of anxious energy, a mess of frayed little nerves, there's was only really one way to settle you...

"Right!" He barked, his voice making you jump so that you stopped frozen where you stood, "stop that right now yeah ziskeit, just you stop what you are doing... Or not doing yeah, cause you don't actually seem to be doing much successfully right..."

You turned to him, a little shocked by his sharp tone, a little hurt by what felt like a snipe at you. Your mouth hung open in a protest that never came, because just one look at him, the soft but stern face he wore, was enough to silence you.

"Now you come here yeah ziskeit..." He said a little softer, still just as commanding, but certainly more gentle as he patted his lap and beckoned you over.

"But Alf..." You started, "I need to finish..." You started saying trailing off when he cut you off.

"No but lemele," he said, his tone changing just slightly, shifting into that fatherly authoritative tone you were completely weak to, "whatever you are doing yeah it can wait, your old man needs you to come here now right, papa needs you to do as you are told..."

And with that sudden shift in his tone you knew you couldn't disobey him, his voice taking a hold on you that you simply couldn't ignore.

You dropped the tea towel you'd been holding and let it fall to the floor, rushing to pick it up as a frustrated little whimper escaped you the moment you realised what you had done.

"Leave it!" Said Alfie, his voice full of warning as you froze where you were kneeling on the floor. "Come on now ziskeit, come here..." He said patting his lap again, his eyes locked with yours warning you not to disobey him.

So you let the tea towel go and you put your hands to the wooden floor, pushing yourself up enough to crawl. You couldn't take your eyes off him as you did, moving slowly, a little nervously towards him, your anxious little brain buzzing with all kinds of thoughts which he may well have dismissed but that you just couldn't. What if he was really angry with you? What if he was going to tell you to stand up, pack your things and leave because he'd had enough of you and wanted you gone? What if he'd been tense all morning because he'd been waiting to give you awful news and had chosen now to tell you he was sick...

You tried to shake the thoughts from your head because you could see the soft smirk of approval on his lips as he watched you crawling towards him across the floor. He didn't look sick, neither did he look sick of you.

Still you were trembling with anxiety by the time you made it to him. When he held his hand out to cup your cheek you let him, let him stroke your skin with his calloused thumb, the rough hold he had on your face dizzying you the way it always did. Even the most subtle of his movements gave you butterflies. Especially in moments like this when he made you just a little nervous and yet oh so certain he possessed every inch of you.

"Good girl," he said a little quieter as he let you stop between his open legs, guided your head to his lap and stroked his hand through your hair. You nuzzled into his inner thigh and let your eyes flutter shut. Already the warmth of his body, the firmness of his lap beneath your cheek was settling you. You didn't realise it yet but he could tell.

He looked down at your fondly as he petted your head and enjoyed the feeling of your sleek silky hair between his fingers.

Then, cooing to you once again, he tugged a fist of your hair ever so gently to encourage you look up at him.

"There we go, good girl, well done ziskeit... Now c'mon lemele, up you get alright?" He said reaching for one of your hands, holding it up to his mouth so that he could place little kisses to the tip of each one of your fingers. As you raised your head to look up at him with your deep wide eyes he could see that you were still a little unsure. That you were still worried that perhaps you were in trouble.

"C'mon now my little love, up you get, Papa needs you to do as you're told alright, gonna make you feel better yeah my darlin? Can see you've gotten yourself all wound up haven't you, need to relax a bit yeah? Now you come lie yourself down in my lap yeah, I'm gonna help..."

This time you understood him completely and your tummy flipped with a nervous anticipation as you pushed yourself up and stood before him shyly.

You knew what he wanted you to do, knew what he wanted to do with you because he'd done this before when you'd been stressed out of your mind. But it was knowing what came next, the salacious memories flickering across your mind like a naughty film that left you hesitating shyly before him.

He sat back and watched you patiently. Eyes trailing you slowly, admiring you. You might have looked a little tired, your eyes might have been a little wide and anxious, you might have looked a little like a woman on edge, but to him you were everything, stunningly beautiful, his little ziskeit. And when he looked at you he wasn't shy about letting you know.

His thumb rubbed over your knuckles gently, soothing you as you stood before him, waiting a little apprehensively for his next instruction.

With his hand resting on your hip he squeezed your curves gently, you soft flesh enticing to him, more than you would ever be able to understand.

Without a word, holding your gaze with an intensity made all the stronger by his silence, he guided you in a step closer to him. And then another and another until your legs were pressed against his thigh and you felt your body was about to fold over his lap. Of course that's what he wanted you to do.

"Now," he asked you gently, thoughtfully, "would you like Papa to help you?" He asked nodding to your dress, the buttons which were done all the way up the bodice.

You bit your lip, hesitant because the answer was yes, please yes Papa, but you still weren't quite used to being with a man like Alfie. One who wouldn't let you do anything for yourself, one who prided himself on giving you everything you hadn't been given before.

"Don't leave me guessing little one," he said softly, "tell Papa what you'd like him to do for you..."

His instruction was firm but the twinkle in his eye and his fond smile told you you had nothing to fear. That he was only teasing you, trying to make you feel just that little bit smaller. Remind you that it was okay to feel small.

"Help me... Please." When you spoke your voice was so soft and so sweet, more than that however you sounded so needy and that was music to Alfie's ears. He hummed with satisfaction and then let his hand slip from your hip to smooth up over your waist.

"Come here little one," he said gently, his voice a little darker then, his eyes molten and fixed on you, unable to shift his gaze from your hypnotic figure even for a moment.

You drew in a delicate breath as you slipped into his lap, straddling his waist, your flimsy white skirts gathering at your waist as you held his shoulder for balance. All the while his hold on you never faltered, one hand beneath your bum, just holding you in his palm, the other smoothing up your waist and over your breasts. He let his knuckles graze you as he skimmed down over the flimsy fabric which concealed you from him, then one by one he began to undo the little buttons which held your dress together.

Your breath trembled with anticipation as he did so. His calloused hand slipping beneath the material to cup your breast or tickle your ribs as he went. Drawing the process out, teasing you, trying to drag it out as long as possible. Because in order to help you, in order to relieve all that tension you'd been carrying inside you all day, he needed to first bring you to the very edge.

So he undid those buttons slowly, let your dress fall open to reveal you, but didn't once pick up the pace or grow impatient. And when your sleeve slipped from your shoulder he even corrected it, refusing to allow you to reveal yourself to him a moment too soon.

You sat there, trembling in his lap, hands behind your back when he had placed them and held them just long enough for you to know you weren't allowed to move them anymore, and he sat back admiring you, watching you with a quiet admiration as you shivered beneath his touch. The sound of your little gasps, the sight of your shy smile, your lashes fluttering shut... All of these things kept him hooked on you, kept him quietly obsessed with you, his lemele, his little angel.

You were usually so shy, his obedient little love, timid but endlessly, heart breakingly sweet... You weren't the kind of girl who should have fallen in love with a cut throat gangster from North London. But you had, you were a girl who had fallen in love with a cut throat gangster from North London. Desperately, dependently in love. And Alfie could see that in your eyes when you looked him, total dependence. This need to be held in his hands, to be treated carefully by him. This need to be possessed by him completely. He was the only one who could ground you when your pretty little head bubbled and buzzed with anxiety. He was the only one who could help you.

And you'd asked him now hadn't you, to help you. So help he would.

He flattened his hand against your lower back applying just enough pressure to push you closer to him, to bring your chest close enough for him to kiss it. He closed his eyes and let his forehead rest on your chest bone. Breathed the soft lavender scent of you in as he kneaded your lower back gently, massaging your hips soon after. He dug his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave an ache, a slight bruised feeling which made you wince at first but soon felt dangerously good as he forced your muscles to relax.

"There there mayn lemele, Papas gonna make you feel better, gonna help you now alright... You just close your eyes little one, that's it ziskiet, close those pretty pretty eyes..." He cooed to you, his words exhaled slowly, his voice warm and husky, honey tones of sweet. Everything about him lulling you. Easing you into that almost undone state.

You were a shy girl, the first time he'd undressed you you'd blushed deeper than a rose, you'd tried to hide yourself away and you'd been scared to sit naked in his lap. That's why he did this for you now, eased you into it, lulled you into a sense of security before he slipped your unbuttoned dress from your shoulders. Took you past the point of caring with his sweet, teasing little caresses and kisses, so that by the time he'd got you where he wanted you, you hardly noticed.

He slipped the straps of your dress from your shoulders and let it fall away, using your hips to drag you up his thigh, even closer to him, to the growing bulge in his trousers which longer for you but which he'd already decided would need to wait tonight.

Tonight was about you, about helping you when you needed your Papa.

"There we are, beautiful, beautiful..." He murmured as he left a trail of kisses down your chest bone, slipping his hands beneath your bottom to boost you up and allow him access to your breastbone and your ribs. He was being careful to kiss around your breasts first, to be slow, to be calculated with his movements. And as his whiskers tickled your soft skin he felt you shivering and biting down a little giggle and he knew that he was having exactly the desired effect on you.

He squeezed your waist pulling you down so that your supple breasts would fall towards his waiting lips. Your nipples were hard and swollen, more with your need for him than with the cold. He'd lit the fire hours ago and kept it burning to heat the place with this particular scene in mind. When he caught one in his mouth and let his lips drag over it he felt your whole body jolt for him, so on edge as you were.

Your mind was already beginning to haze over, your stomach in knots for him, your thighs squeezing his as you grew needier and needier for him. Once upon a time the lust he inspired in you had made you hide away in shame but these days you understood perfectly how proud of you he was. How he loved the sight of you naked and wet for him. How he adores the little moans which escaped you when he began to work his magic on you.

You quivered as he began to suck on your swollen nipple, his tongue flickering over it gently, swirling around it in a hungry circle. His fingers returned to your hips and as he massaged them gently, undoing those anxious little knots which made you ache so, he began gently encouraging a rocking movement, gently moving you so that your hips began to roll and rub your crotch over him.

That's when one of those sweet little moans he adored so much finally escaped you. When he knew you were nearly ready.

He was a sordid minded man however, lust being his greatest sin, and he was determined not to let you slip from his lap until he was certain you'd have left a flowery wet patch on his thigh. Sticky and sweet, enough to scoop up on his finger...

So he kept you there, held in place, kneading your hips, letting his fingers dig right in, undoing the stress of the day as he did. His rings cold against your warm flesh when he let his knuckles stroke over your ribs, over your thighs.

He knew you were obsessed with those rings. Knew you loved them.... You didn't realise quite how much he knew, thought you hid your lustful obsession well, but you didn't. He'd caught you on so many occasions now, starring at them, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, or better still, your jaw hanging slightly open. As if the lights had all gone out behind your pretty little eyes because your mind had drifted off without you. Thoughts inspired by the rings he wore on his fingers. The rings he liked to tease you with every now and then just to test his theory. How he'd graze your cheek with them just to watch your eyes follow his fingers down to your jaw. How your mouth opened instinctively when he allowed his thumb to brush over your bottom lip, as if you were desperate to taste them. He had ideas forming in his mind now as he watched you begin to unravel.

"What do you think lemele, is this helping?" He asked knowing your answer but wanting to hear it come trembling from your lips all the same.

"Y... Yes Papa," you shivered, your head lulled to one side ever so slightly, your long hair coming loose the way he liked it, rippling over your shoulders like sunlight or dark water. Your words however were what captivated him in that moment, the way your whole body seemed to shiver with them despite how quiet and sweetly you had uttered them.

"Open your eyes and look at me little ziskeit," he murmured, his quiet commands like some kind of snake charm to you. Your eyes fluttered open despite any shyness you may have felt, you held your head up and corrected your gaze to look him in the eyes. And as if held in a trance you spoke again without thinking. Your lips curving a little smile as you answered him properly.

"Yes Papa." You said again, your hips rocking on their own now as his hands smoothed down your thighs and gathered the fabric of your dress into his fists. He pushed it to the floor lazily, not once looking away from you, admiring you as your soft skin glowed with the firelight, your subtly rocking hips causing the light to dance over you in ethereal little patterns.

"Good girl," he admired you, stroked his hands up your body once more, doing his best to leave every inch of you feeling held before he gently guided you back. Guided you away from him and up onto your feet once more.

And when you stood up he admired the wet patch you had left sticky in his lap, brushed his thumb through the juices you hadn't known you were going to leave behind. At the sight of them you blushed, seemed to lose your confidence for a moment as you looked at him from under your eyelashes bashfully. But Alfie just smirked at you, told you not to be shy.

"S'alright my little love, you're giving Papa exactly what he wants, you're doing very well ziskeit," he said his hand finding yours, linking his ringed fingers with your delicate ones. His hand warm as he tugged you back towards him and then guided you down. With one hand holding both of yours behind your back, he used the other to guide you down gently across his lap, bending you over him so that your head hung over the side of his thigh, your cheek squished against his trousers. With your bottom on display just as he liked it, he held your hands in place, behind your back and pushed his other between your thighs to tease them apart until your legs buckled and splayed leaving you completely exposed. Completely vulnerable.

"You alright there little one?" He asked you, smoothing his hand over your bottom, spreading your cheeks to reveal a little more of you to him, admiring the way your juices leaked from your folds, leaving your pretty little cunt glistening. "You comfy down there?" He asked you giving your bottom an affectionate little pat when he heard your squeaked out response.

"M'comfy..." You managed though in truth you were struggling to speak now.

This position always went straight to your head. Left you feeling the most wonderful kind of small and vulnerable. Because in this position you were completely at your Alfie's mercy, your legs spread giving him the most lewd of views, your arousal trickling down your thighs, your cunt already beginning to twitch with need for him. And oh did you need him, more than anything now. With you trapped in this position bent over his knee you knew he could do whatever he liked to you, could spank you, could tease you, could fill you with his fingers, slip them in right down to the knuckle, rings and all... Or worse, he might do nothing. He could leave you like that, untouched, ignored, just a pretty thing for him to admire.

You knew however, had every faith in your Papa that he would never be so cruel.

You tried to twist your head to look up at him, thought you could just glimpse him sitting back in his chair, stroking his beard as he admired you. His rings catching the light with a tantalising golden glow. But you couldn't be sure and when he reached down to you, his hand stroking through your hair, thumb brushing the nape of your neck soothingly, you knew what he was going to tell you.

"Close your eyes lemele, hush now Papa's going to make it better," he said, his voice a little gruff with desire as he let his ringed fingers brush over your cheeks. They were cool when the rest of his hand was so warm and your whole body prickled with goosebumps as he triggered another delightful chill through you. It rippled like a wave and you shuddered with it, your core shuddering too, a needy ache growing stronger by the second inside you.

You couldn't even really grind yourself against him for relief in this position and that too left you feeling oh so deliciously helpless, knowing that you were completely reliant on him for relief now. Soothed by his promise to make everything better.

He leant back in his chair, let his gentle caress trail from your center parting down your neck, his fingers drawing a cool trail between your shoulders and down your spine. They tickled over your tailbone and the closer they got to your bottom, to your aching little cunt, the more he seemed to slow down. Drag the moment out just a little longer.

But then finally he let his fingers trail over your bottom, slowly over your sex where they lingered, stroking a gentle, teasing little movement back and forth, barely touching you, but touching you just enough.

His rings were cold against your warm, dewy folds and when you felt the cool metal against your sensitive petals you couldn't help the little whimper which escaped you. And that sound, the little gasp which caught you by surprise, was music to his ears.

"There you go little one, just what you needed ain't it, Papa knows best don't he darlin, yeah, reckon he does..." He hummed his approval, congratulating himself as he continued to tease you, his finger tips stroking over your heat as if he were petting a cat in his lap.

With your eyes closed, and your body limp over his lap in such a compromising position, you were so sensitive to his every movement. Even when he wasn't touching you, your core was aching and quivering, the simple thrill of exposure, the promise of what your Alfie had in store for you, enough to leave you desperately on the edge.

He hummed softly, admiring you.

"Ain't she pretty," he said as he squeezed your bottom and parted your cheeks to give himself a better view, "yeah, my pretty little girls got the prettiest little cunt in all the world... An i ain't gonna let her forget it..." he said his voice lilting into a sigh as he pushed his signet ring to your folds and watched your body respond to tge cold metal. The way you shivered and whimpered. The way your perfect little clit seemed to swell. The way your lips opened and then closed around it, seeming to kiss the gold band around his thumb. Seeming to suck on it.

You felt your core aching, felt your lips opening like a flower coming into bloom. Your head dizzy with need, with anticipation, with the small pleasures he offered you then and the promise of pleasure to come.

"My beautiful little flower, my perfect little zieskiet, you just relax for Papa Alfie yeah, you be good and let me make it all better..." he hushed you as he pushed his thumb between your lips and teased your hole. He didn't intrude very deep... Not that it felt at all like an intrusion when Alfie let his fingers wander between your legs... More like a missing piece finally being restored.

No, he only allowed himself to penetrate you slightly, just enough for his thick signet ring to get swallowed between your lips, just enough for you to feel your walls tighten around the cool metal, the cold against your heat the most tantalising sensation.

You whimpered as his thumb pushed a little deeper inside you, the metal band of his ring silky smooth against your walls. At first he kept still, held his thick thumb inside you perfectly quietly, not only to let you adjust but but also to tease another whimper or two from your sweet mouth.

He needed to get you so needy, so dizzy with desire, that your body split from your anxious little mind. So that he might tease the animal you from where you kept her locked away, so that he might rile her and satisfy her, pet and soothe her until she was quite tame.

He wanted you wild with need, soft and whimpering in his lap, perfectly vulnerable so that he could treat you with warmth, with care and kindness and show you how safe you were with him. Your Alfie.

"There there lemele, I know, I know... Need your papa so much it hurts dont you... Well don't you worry my little ziskiet, papas gonna give you everything you need..."

"Please Alfie..." you managed to whisper though you were already in a dizzy, needy enough sort of haze that you could barely get the words out. Being upsidedown like that you could already feel the blood beginning to go to your head, could already feel how, with your eyes shut and your lips parted, you felt less and less in your head... Your body at the mercy of his rough, powerful, hands.

"Now little zieskiet, remember what I told you yeah... That names what everyone else calls me ain't it... There's a special one just for you ain't there, one thats just for you... Thats what I want you to call me..." he said, his voice warm as he began to drag his thumb slowly from inside you. Letting the pad of his thumb brush and tickle your insides. Enjoying the way you clenched around him not really wanting to let him go.

"Now then, lemele, why don't you try again?"

"Please Papa," you said, your voice shaking as your dripping cunt pulsed around his thumb. You needed more so desperately that you were already almost besides yourself. You didn't know how to ask for the things you wanted but that was alright because Alfie knew you so well.

"There we are," he cooed, "good girl," as he spoke he used one of his gruff hands to massage youre lower back, rubbing those aching circles, forcing your muscles to undo their tense knots. With his other he began to move his thumb inside you, stroking your senstive walls gently, still only really teasing you. Trying to ease you into what he planned to be a very intense evening.

As he applied a little more pressure, pushing his thumb as deep into you as he could go he tuned into tbe sound of your whimpers, tuned into the shaking of your body too.

"Papa..." your voice trembled with need as you tried to find the words for him, "please papa..." you wanted to tell him that you needed more. Beg him for anything, anything more than the gentle caresses he was giving you just then but you were already too cloudy headed with desire to get any real sentences out. All you could do was trust in Papa.

"I know lemele I know," he soothed you, "don't worry ziskiet, Papas gonna help..."

And with that he decided not to let you suffer his teasing anymore. Withdrew his thumb slowly, dragging it from between your fold, using it to smear the slick of your juices he'd collected between your folds and around your clit.

When you felt the pad of his thumb roll over your clit you gasped, let out a moan which shocked you because it sounded almost carnal, a lewd little whine, louder, needier than you were used to hearing from yourself. You were usually so shy see, usually kept your little noises to sighs and whimpers. You couldn't help but blush, your cheeks warm, your chest flushing too. One of those full body blushes that tingles in your skin and refuses to be subtle. But this was what you needed and Alfie delighted in hearing that gutteral whine, a sign that his fingers were doing as he'd hoped - slowly luring you out of ypur anxious shell, slowly drawing out your carnal spirit so that he might help you work off all that anxious energy you'd been tense with for days.

You needed to snap and that was what he was determined to do.

He started with one finger, drew a slow, pointed line from the base of your spine into the little dip at the top of your ass, pushing slowly between your cheeks as he drew his line down towards your sex. And when his index finger circled your hole purposefully you felt so erotically helpless you almost felt you might come from your lust alone.

And then he pushed his ringed finger inside you and you felt that blissful wash of relief as your cunt began sucking on him hungrily. You fektbthe tingke of pleasure aching and relieving you all at once and let your eyes roll back, lashes fluttered shut as pleasured chills washed over your whole body and those sweet, needy little sighs began to tumble from your rosy lips, music to your old mans ears.

"Good girl, sweet girl," he murmured, "sing for me little ziskeit, tell Papa how much you need him..." he swallowed a lump of desire down as your sex clenched and squeezed around his finger.

He let it be for a moment, enjoying that sucking sensation, closing his eyes and allowing the blood to rush to his cock, chills of desire rippling through his body too.

And then he began pumping slowly into you, building a steady rhythm as his cool rings rubbed tantalisingly over your sensitive walls.

"Papa," you whined, you needed more, needed to feel full. Needed him to spped up, to pump deeper, sharper inside you until you were whimpering and shaking and losibg your mind. Caught between bruising and ecstancy. That was where you wanted to be and suddenly you were oh so impatient. "Fuck me papa, please... Make me cry!" you begged him breathlessly, writhing in his lap, trying to push your ass into the air to force his finger deeper. Desperately trying to feel more of him inside you, knowing he wouldn't allow you to take without first saying please.

"Now now lemele," he chastised you, "all in good time, you know me ziskeit, ain't one for rushing especially not for rushing such pretty, erotic little sights such as this one right here..." he said squeezing your ass, pushing your cheeks apart so that he could look at your pretty little flower leeking juices around his finger as he gave you what you wanted and pushed deeper, down to the knuckle, making a point of curling his finger inside you, adding a divine pressure to your sweet spot, tickling your gspot, pushing until the pleasure mixed with the bruisy feeling you were craving.

"Oh!" you squirmed with delight, your voice tight and pitchy with pleasure. "Please, please papa..." you gasped, your voice catching in your throat when he gave you what you realky wanted all of a sudden.

He pushed a second finger in sharply, without warning. His two fingers fucking you deeply, quickly. Their delicious rhythm overwhelming you with pleasure so that your eyes opened wide for a moment as a gasp left your lips, only to roll back moments later.

From that point on you couldn't really speak, your lips mumbling whimpered syllables which barely resembled the words of gratitude and desperation you meant.

"There there lemele, good girl, this is what you needed ain't it sweetheart, Papa's gonna fuck every last little worry from that pretty little head of yours, gonna sort you right out my little poppet..." he cooed to you, his gentle tone in complete contradiction to his fingers rapidly pumping in and out of your needy little cunt.

As he built his pace he slipped a third finger into you, stretching you out, his fingers so silky smooth and cool inside you, gliding over your sensitive spots sending shivers and ripples of a building pleasure through you so that each wave builing a tight knot inside your stomach, one which seemed to wind tighter and tighter with no hint at relief.

But as Alfie pushed his three fingers inside you relentlessly he let his thumb slip back to your clit and begab rubbing circles around it to match the pace at which he finger fucked you. And his thumb rolling over your clit impatiently sent sparks shooting through you, sent your heart racing away from you. Your head clouding over, white light threatening your mind as you closed your eyes and felt your whole body beginning to tense with an orgasm you weren't sure you could survive. One you could beginning to ache, almost sting as the knot in your tummy wound to an unbearable tightness, your whole being desperate to let go and yet somehow unable to.

"Lamele..." hummed Alfie seeing your struggle, feeling it in the way your cunt pulsed around his fingers suckling on them so tightly he half expected to lose a ring or two inside you. He was sure you'd love that, was sure the idea of holding his signet ring inside your cunt forevermore would hit some twisted lustful nerve inside you and see you ferral with pleasure.

So he hummed that little nickname for you once more and wrapped your hair around his fist, tugging your head up so that he might bow to talk gently in your ear.

"Good girl, can feel your pretty little cunt sucking me dry, gonna steal all that gold from my very fingers, is that what you want little ziskeit, wanna swallow Papa's gold rings and steal them all for yourself... Know you'd keep them safe wouldn't you girl..." he teased you mercilessly, planting the thought in your clouded head so that all you could think about were the rings on his fingers, holding your hands behind your back so that you were helpless to wipe the drool which leaked from your open mouth as you panted and struggled to catch your breath. You were so close now, he could feel it. Could feel the way your cunt tightened around him.

You were sure you could feel the outline of his ringed fingers perfectly as you clenched around them, as he pumped them quickly and then suddenly began to slow, began to try and tease your undoing from you.

"Lemele, my lemele, come for me little one," he hummed, his gentle voice coaxing you, lurring those last drops of self-conciousness from your body, coaxing you so sweetly over the edge that your first orgasm seemed to wash over you in waves of warm pleasure. It didn't hurt as you'd almost expected it to, but held you so intensely that your whole body shook and writhed in Alfies lap, as he flexed his fingers deep inside you, massaging your gspot, thumb rolling your clit slowly beneath it, letting you grind your hips down against his hand as you needed to to ease yourself through the intense wave of divine pleasure.

Your lips parted, moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as the pleasure richocheted through your body. But Alfie wasn't done with you yet and even as he guided you down from your high, his fingers combing through your hair, caressing your cheek with his knuckles, he kept his other fingers inside you, kept them flexing at a slow, easy pace, stroking your sweet spot sporadically and softly, giving you time to catch your breath without ever letting you settle. Because whilst you might have been shaking, flushed a blushing full body pink, your hips and ass literally trembling in his hands, he was nowhere near done with you. Wouldn't be done with you until he was quite certain that you were over stimulated beyond thought, until you were drooling and incapable of speech. Only able to blink back at him with grateful teary eyes. Only able to nuzzle into his nurturing embrace, where he could hold you and rock you and soothe you to sleep.

No, he wasn't done with you yet....

[norrisluv]

AROUND THE CORNER - LANDO NORRIS

warnings: fluff

lando norris x fem!photographer reader

english is not my first language, so I apologise if any words are spelt wrong!

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The muffled sound of the engines echoed through the paddock corridors as I adjusted the last details of the team photos. It was intense work, but being there, among the controlled chaos of a race weekend, made it all worth it.

"Hey, do you need any help with that?"

I looked up and there he was, Lando Norris, with that smile that always seemed to light up any room. He was wearing his racing suit half open, revealing the team's black T- shirt, and carrying a cup of coffee in his hand.

"If you knew how complicated this was, I think you'd run." I laughed, trying to hide the nervousness he always caused in me.

"Challenges are my thing." He pulled up a chair and sat next to me, looking at the photos on the computer screen. "Are these for posting tomorrow?"

I nodded, quickly explaining the buttons that he seemed to follow with genuine interest.

"So basically, my job is to look good in the photos, right?" he joked, drawing a smile from me.

"Something like that" I replied, shaking my head. "But to be fair, you're pretty good at what you do."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with the compliment. "I know. But I like hearing you say that."

We both laughed, and the conversation turned to something lighter. He told us about the fans he'd met earlier and an absurd bad joke competition he'd lost to one of the mechanics.

When the paddock began to empty, I realised it was getting late, but I didn't feel like calling it a night. He seemed equally comfortable, his elbows resting on the table as he watched you with a curious look.

"Have you ever thought about driving?" he asked, breaking the silence that had settled in.

"Me? Not in my wildest dreams. I prefer to stay behind the screen, where everything is safer."

He tilted his head, as if considering something. "Maybe you should try it. Sometimes getting out of your comfort zone is exactly what you need."

"And you speak from experience?"

"Absolutely." He smiled again, but this time there was something different, something deeper in his eyes. "You never know what you might find around the corner."

It was a simple phrase, but it kept echoing in his mind. Perhaps he was right.

"So, when are you going to teach me?"

Lando blinked, surprised. Then the broadest, most genuine smile lit up his face. "Are you serious?"

"Why not?"

"Ok, but just to be clear: if you wreck the car, I'll say it was your idea."

I laughed, feeling that that night had changed something inside you. We got up from our seats and Lando went to his room to change, while I packed up my camera and equipment. 

"Did I see right? Lando Norris was talking to you?" I turned to the voice now closer to me. Lily, my best friend, approaches me

"It's not the first time I've spoken to him, you know, we all work in the same place." I smile at the strategist.

"But it's the first time I've seen him smile like that at someone on the team" I let out an involuntary smile

"He was just being nice" I whisper and pick up my bag. We both left the room in the direction of her car, while I watched Lando from across the road get into his McLaren 

Maybe it was the start of something new - or just an unexpected adventure with Lando Norris. Either way, I couldn't wait to find out what lay around the corner.

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A/N: please let me know if you like it! requests are open!

[l1ndseyper3z]

More gallavich headcanons cause you're tweaking about them just as much as I am

- they kind of become the new kev and v

- mickey ends up owning the alibi (kev sells it to him because he knows mickey knows what he's doing)

- ian still misses being an ENT so he kinda becomes the new nurse V.

- I get the vibe ian becomes a youth worker, him and Trevor probably stay kinda friends and Trevor gets him a job because he knows he genuinely cares about the kids

- Tommy and kermit actually think they're kinda sweet (in their own fucked up way)

- they become the designated babysitter for franny because franny ADORES mickey

- debbie will be like "franny come on we need to get you to school" and she'll be clinging to mickeys leg

- mickey goes soft around franny

- ian sometimes just stares mickey (kinda like when he was tryna see the look in his eye in like s2 or whenever)

- ian ends up getting a tattoo of mickeys name in the same spot as mickeys (also spelt wrong)

- probably like micey milcovich or something

- mickey gets all smiley and giggly when ian gives him a kiss on the cheek or head

- I mean you all saw him in 4-11 when ian kissed him on the head he looked so happy

- they don't have their own draws or closets they take what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine very literally

- like boxers and socks and everything

- they've had each other's dicks down their throats they do not give a shit about clothes

- mickey sleeps infinitely better as long as he's got a tiny bit of contact with ian

- you've seen their little touches

LOOK AT THEM.

- ian subconsciously nuzzles into mickeys neck every time they hug

- mickey makes fun of him for it but if he doesn't do it he'll bitch and whine

- they also constantly hold hands during sex

- like every single time

- initially mickey wouldn't have initiated it but wouldn't care if ian did it

- s9 and forward mickey initiates it and bitches if ian forgets

- after their lease is up on the west side they buy a 2 or 3 bed house in the southside and they're much happier

- mickey runs absolutely freezing so he's always stealing ians hoodies

- ian just brings a hoodie with him everywhere he goes just to make sure mickeys warm

- mickeys a surprisingly good cook and he always makes sure ian (and a potential bipolar kid) has good food with the meds

- ian fiddles with his ring constantly cause he doesn't wanna loose it again

- he finds it so endearing that mickey cares so much about the fact that their married

- he likes that its not a piece of paper to him anymore

- mickey asks without really asking ian to put eyeliner on like he did when he worked at the fairytale

- whenever ian goes through one of his downs if his meds are out of balance mickey handles it like a PRO

- whenever mickey does anything sweet or really thoughtful ian gets all smiley and mickeys like "the fuck u smiling about gallagher?"

- I love them 🙁

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1538

Chapter 25:

The teenager opened the package, and while you were busy placing the board on the low coffee table, he grabbed the instruction book.

He started to flip the pages, searching for the instructions on your language. "Uh, Spanish, Chinese...Ah, English." You all focused on him. "Okay... Number one, do not use the Ouija board alone. Number two, do not speak over each other... three! Do not taunt the spirits. "

Everyone looked at Agatha.

"What?" She exclaimed, feeling offended by the common assumption that she would be foolish enough to actually taunt spirits.

Well, it depended on which spirit would be unlucky enough to be chosen for this trial.

"I repeat, do not taunt the spirits. Fourth, do not ask about death. Five, always end your session with goodbye. Six, do not, under any circumstances, remove your hand from the planchette. If you do so, a spirit will be released."

Silence enveloped the group, none sure what to say or when to start. Sure, the clock was ticking but contacting spirits... spirits that can easily escape if they mess it up...

Lilia noticed that there was something written on the back of the book as well. "What does it say on the back?"

Teen flipped it over. "For ages three and up."

"Helpful," you commented, and everyone moved to grab pillows since you had to sit on the floor around the low coffee table.

You dropped a pillow on the space by Agatha's right, but as you went to sit, your lover pulled it even closer to her.

You glanced at her, seeing the faint fear and hesitaton in her blue eyes. She was scared, hesitating, and you did not blame her; considering she was now a powerless woman with a lot of angry dead enemies.

You said nothing as you took your seat, your folded legs brushing against her bare thigh. You placed your leg on her skin beneath the table, offering a comforting squeeze as everyone joined; Rio sitting by youth right left, leaving you trapped between the two witches.

With some hesitation, you all placed your hands on the pendulum.

"Mother, Maiden, Crone," Agatha started, making you glance at her since she voiced the three fates at the wrong order. She ignored you as she continued. "Spirits be known."

Suddenly, the pendulum started to move on it's own; freaking out Alice and Jen in the process, though something was telling you that someone alive was moving it.

"Is someone here with us during this Witching Hour?" Agatha asked as the pendulum was dragged across the board towards one word.

"Yes." Jen read, surprised.

"All right. And who, may I ask, do we have the pleasure of communing with?"

The pendulum moved again, moving from letter to the other; dragging you all with it as everyone did their best not to remove their fingers from it, aware of the warning.

"M, R, S, H, A, R, T." Teen spelt.

Jen gasped. "Mrs. Hart?" She then started to look around and up, feeling worried and still guilty that maybe she was mostly at fault for her death. "Hey, girl, feeling better? How's your face?"

Lilia glared at them. "No taunting."

Suddenly, the pendulum was pulled sharply, and fingers were removed from it, breaking one of the rules.

Seconds later, Agatha started to act odd, spinning her head and ponytail in an overdramatic fashion.

By instinct alone, you moved faintly away just as Agatha stopped; subconsciously pressing your body closer to Rio's. Agatha, then, stood up, a creepy odd smile on her face that was unlike her.

"Oh, my." Agatha started, speaking in a voice that was not hers. This one was rather squeaky. "What a journey." She sighed. "There I was, living my tiny life in the burbs, baking casseroles, linking in to conspiracy theories on Facebook, drinking before noon, and there you were bringing chills and thrills and bringing on my own early demise!"

Jen shallowed hard.

"Listen, Mrs. Hart..." she started, only to be interrupted by Alice.

"She's not Mrs. Hart." She corrected her fellow witch.

"She's Sharon Davis." Teen reminded everyone.

You frowned, seeing right through the act. First, the wrong beginning and now, the human woman spelling a different name on the Ouija board than her actual name.

"I am. I'm Sharon Davis." A 'possessed,' Agatga said.

In the end, you let out a heavy sigh. "She is not Mrs. Davis, she is Agatha. "

To your surprise, Lilia backed you up. "Yeah." She agreed.

"What?" Agatha questioned and faked giggle.

"She's just scared." Rio pointed out, making Agatha lose that creepy smile.

She cleared her throat. "Okay. I thought that was pretty good."

"The clock is ticking." Jen reminded her in her usual not so friendly tone.

Rio tapped Agatha's empty space, silently telling her to sit down and get over it.

In the end, Agatha obeyed and defeated placed her hands on the pendulum along with the others.

"Maiden, Mother, Crone," she started, this time using the correct order. "Spirits be known." Suddenly, there was a rustling sound coming from the ceiling. "Who is here with us tonight?"

The pendulum started to move above the letters, and everyone started to read the letters out loud.

D, E, A, T, H.

"Death." Teen exclaimed as Rio started to laugh like a maniac, earning different looks from the others around her.

You only rolled your eyes at the drama but quickly focused on the board as the spirit awaited its next question.

"What do you want?" Agatha asked, trying to remain calm, but her nerves were slowly getting the best of her.

The pendulum started to move again.

P U, N, I, S, H.

"Who do you wanna punish?"

Everyone started to read the letters out loud. "A, G, A...T, H...A... A, G, A, T, H, A..."

The same name was repeated again and again, each time the pendulum being dragged with even more force, almost making you fall on Alice and her on you as it continued.

Despite the begs, no one could stop it, and in the end; fear won over Agatha... and she pulled back.

"Agatha!" The Witches exclaimed as she had fallen and crawled away from the table, fear evident in her blue eyes.

"Fuck" you exclaimed as you were the first to stand up, the others following suit.

Agatha had pulled her hands back, meaning that whatever spirit was contacting them was now loose and clearly having a vendetta against Agatha.

You looked around in alarm, waiting for anything that might warn you of an incoming attack; though you were not sure what to expect.

You had never participated in any kind of spirit communication ritual or anything related to spirits. Not to mention, you had never fought any spirit or ghost before; thus, you were unsure if there was something you could actually do.

Unless someone knew how to exorcise them and maybe have confidently enough salt with them for any kind of ritual that might offer you the upper hand.

"What do they want?" Alice questioned as the witches gathered close by while Agatha remained on the floor, trying to hide the fact that she looked like a frightened little girl in front of them just a second ago.

Jen placed a hand on her waist. "They already told us. Punish Agatha!"

You immediately glared at her. Your hard stare continued and even went to the rest of the coven as they all started to suggest ways of punishing Agatha physically and emotionally.

Ropes, wounds, humiliations...

You almost snapped and attacked them at their words.

"Are you listening to yourselves?!" You exclaimed, your voice coming out louder than normal and drawing their attention.

"Come on, Y/N. The spirit told us what to do. It's how we pass the trial, " Jen argued.

To their surprise and not, you moved to stand between them and the fallen Agatha. "Fuck the spirit. This is not how we pass the trial"

"It's not like we will hurt her," Alice argued, trying to find the middle ground.

"I still think we should slit her throat," Rio commented, holding her knife, which had been changed into a box cutter to fit with the theme.

"I am still up for the rope and humiliation part," Jen voiced.

"When people ask me why I don't have female friends.." Agatha commented, trying not to show how affected she was by the fact that she was about to be betrayed by a coven, her coven, for a second time.

"No one will be harming Agatha in any way" you put your foot down, your temper flaring faintly and your magic was slowly coming alive in your hands; making the witches to look at you in surprise and slight fear.

Thankfully, there was one more person in the group who did not wish for the punishment to take place... Teen.

"But we were getting along, weren't we? We were clicking. There was unity." He argued.

Jen lifted a finger. "Familiars don't get a vote." She commented, earning a dark look that was unlike him.

Suddenly, the power went out, and the cabin was filled with darkness. It was then that Lilia noticed something.

"Where did she go?" Lilia asked, making everyone realise that Agatha had disappeared into thin air.

Chapter 26

[ryusuisloveinterest]

henloo ‼️ how has everything been lately? i hope you're alright and having a nice day/night <3

can i make a request for Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo and Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o reader? nothing too fancy, just them being comforting because it is actually a very frustrating condition most of the time, haha

that would be it, tysm 🫶

hi anon (you’re now 🐳 anon)! I tried my best because I’m not that familiar with what people with dyslexia go through so if anything so insensitive or offensive I’m sorry and please let me know🙏 I hope you like it💗

Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo, & Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o🫶

Ryusui:

I don’t see Ryusui really noticing at first lol. If anyone were to ask him if you have dyslexia he’d probably just shrug and be all like “idk but who cares?”

When he sees the red on your face when he points out you’re sentence is missing some words he feels so bad

“Love I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m so sorry I just want you to make a good grade that’s all!”

“I know Ryusui… it’s just so hard dealing with this…”

“With what?”

“Ryusui you know I’m dyslexic right? Ryusui?”

Immediately goes to Senku💀

He wants to know how he can help you

If you want a professional to help with your words and/or writing than bet Ryusui will have like 10 of the best at your doorstep in 10 minutes 

If you just wanted some encouragement than Ryusui’s got plenty of it!

“Hey love it’s alright. Take your time I’ll be here to listen.”

He’s always here for you to vent and to listen no matter what

Sai:

Sai is more likely to catch on, but doesn’t want to say anything because he’s worried he’ll offend you if he’s wrong

He does bring it up though when he sees you having a hard time reading a menu at a restaurant 

“Darling do you want me to read it for you?”

With a blush you nod, that’s all he needs to know

He has no problem helping you 

He makes sure that if you spelt something wrong or need help reading something to whisper it so you’re not embarrassed 

If you ever get frustrated he’s definitely someone to go to. He’s not good with words but while hold you and let you vent

Ukyo: 

He heard you mumbling to yourself when he found out 

“Damn this stupid dyslexia…”

He never brought it up to you but definitely helped a lot

When he talks to you he always waits with a smile for your response 

“Sorry Ukyo, it just takes some time for me to find my words…”

“Hey don’t ever be sorry! Take all the time you need.”

If you ever misspell something he’ll either whisper it to tell you and give you a small sign like gently tapping your shoulder or motioning his head towards the word

He wants to help you in anyway you can, so if you wanna read to him to help yourself then he’s gonna listen

If you wanna write him little notes he’ll read them and identify any changes if needed

“Take deep breaths baby, we’ll get through this together!”

Tsukasa:

He found out when you went to one of his matches

You help a sign that read I love you Tuskasa!! 

He didn’t say anything to you after the match, but Mirai did 😀 kids are so bold I swear

“Big sis that’s not how you spell Tsukasa’s name!”

Your face immediately reddens as you look at the sign again. You didn’t recognize it at first but after slowly reading it you found the issue

“O-oh…my bad. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s alright princess. No harm done, in fact I love the sign.”

After that Tsukasa asked you about it and told you Mirai didn’t mean any harm in what she said 

“It’s alright my prince, I’m just embarrassed. The whole arena saw that stupid sign.”

“Hey I told you I love it so don’t talk bad about it!”

His next match it was hanging on his side of the ring❤️

He’ll help you in anyway he can 

He also talks to Mirai so she understands of course she gives you a big hug and apologizes

God forbid someone else gives you crap for it cause he’ll knock them straight out without hesitation 

Random dude: “you spelt this wrong. What’re you a kindergartn-“

Tsukasa smacks the shit outta him know he’s knocked out

“Come on y/n let’s go.”

No one messes with his girl