#it’s all going to be played off and explained away

[kisses4themissus]

mr & mrs || In-ho X Reader

a/n: a lil blurb for yall today cuz im on vacation :) Warnings: possible spelling errors.. pairing: hwang In-ho x pregnant!reader wc: 457

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“Player 002.” The voice announced over the speaker.

In-ho watched from the furthest corner of the room, he knew gi-hun would be clueless of him all along, he stopped as a familiar face walked over and vote O, making the polls a tie. 

“Player 001.” He quickly walked down the steps and to the voting machine, he pressed the O. Groans came from one side of the room while the others celebrated. “Majority votes to keep the game going, we will resume the games tomorrow morning, with that goodnight.” The manger announced to the crowd.

Once the metal doors shut, In-ho made his way to a familiar player. You quietly spoke to another player, 222. “That lady is right, compression had effects on pregnancy.” You motioned to geum-ja, a mother who joined to pay off her son’s debt.

“How far along are you?” She questioned. You smiled as you rubbed your pronounced stomach. “Seven months, my husband and I had to receive endless amounts of fertility treatments, after a while we had taken out several loans..” You lied to the young girl.

“Y/n?” In-ho called out.

You froze and turned to see your husband, to the untrained eye he seemed surprised to see you there, but you had been married long enough to know him well; He was upset at you. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, walking over to you, grabbing your arm and guided you down the steps. 

“What are you doing here?” You acted, knowing the young girl’s eyes where still on you both.

You gave in-ho a signal not to say anything that would give himself or you away. “I’m here to pay our debt! Why are you here, you need to be home; resting, getting the nursery ready.” He explained.

“I’m here to pay off our debt for our baby!” You fought back, leading him away towards the side door. 

Once you knew it was safe, you grinned at your husband who looked at you, unimpressed. “You need to be resting!” He groaned, you sighed in response. “If gi-hun finds you out and harms you, he’ll feel worse knowing you have a expecting wife.” You argued.

“These games aren’t safe for you or the baby!” He scoffed. “While you were too busy playing dress up, I know my power in the control room, I ran these games before il nam picked you along!” You pushed your finger into his chest, making him step back. “Your pink soldiers know, a single drop of blood comes from me their dead.” You stared at your husband, not backing down from him. 

He stared at his white shoes for a minute before picking up his head to look at you. 

“What’s our backstory then?” 

[reidrum]

glory of the snow

note: the return of insecure!reader my beloved <3 i had a bunch of requests to bring her back so i hope we like it! this is really just a gentle reminder from spencer that we should be kinder to ourselves. also i wanted to have them actually fuck but it didn't seem right to fit that in here so ,,, part 2 question mark who is to say. anyways my inbox is always open for any thoughts, comments, questions, musings all of it! love y'all mwah

summary: you freak out when spencer walks in on you accidentally, and he just loves you too much to let it go

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, fingering, masturbation (r, just mentions), heavy petting/kissing, comfort, talks of intimacy issues, self-deprecating reader

wc: 3k

“Oh, sweet girl.”

Three words, maybe two and one syllable, that in any other instance would have had you melting into a puddle at the softness it reared. Words that have so easily turned you into a preening cat but are now aimed at you, albeit no judgement from his end, with no room for escape.

Spencer had come home after a long day of paperwork when he first heard it. He would have brushed it off if it didn’t happen again moments later, and louder. Concerned, he walks toward the bedroom, a flush rushing to his face as he comes to recognize what it is. A small crack of the door allowed him the glorious sight of you in the center of the bed, hand between your legs, eyes shut in ecstasy. You’re mesmerizing to him and he really can’t bring himself to look away, and he doesn’t notice himself subconsciously leaning on the door causing a faint creak that alarmed you to his presence. In that moment, however, he’s less worried about scaring you, and more about the overwashing look of shame on your face.

The soft creak of the door pulled you out of your daze, screaming when you saw the figure behind the door. Your eyes are bulging out of their sockets nearly, heartbeat still racing with adrenaline from when you haphazardly threw the blanket over yourself. You were conflicted, but getting caught doing something that is a common and completely normal instance in relationships really shouldn’t make you feel this guilty. Although you do know the guilt was created by a previous version of you where you had told Spencer that you wanted to take the pace of your relationship slowly, and had little to no desire to engage in such activities for the time being. Or so you said.

He cautiously steps closer, careful not to startle you further, “I’m not upset, or anything.”

You’re not upset either, you’re mortified. “I lied to you.”

“You did…but I don’t think you meant to, right?”

There had been a time where you were tangled all up in him, and poor Spencer, his hands were in the wrong place at the wrong time to no fault of his own and entirely yours, and your shutdown was unavoidable. The blood in your veins seized up like crystallizing water turning into ice, paralyzing both the physical and mental before you could realize.

Intimacy for you was a complicated concept. While it wasn’t novel or unwanted, physical intimacy was something you struggled to accept with open arms. Call it a consequence of your self perception, but it was hard to accept the soft touch of love when you felt like you didn’t deserve it. Spencer never minded, although his heart ached to make you see yourself the way he saw you, he was always more than willing to meet you where you were.

It almost pains you with how understanding Spencer was of the whole situation because you knew any other person would be deeply upset. Every other person was upset.

Spencer never was just any other person, you suppose.

“I don’t know how to explain this.” Another lie, you could easily explain the reason.

It’s not that you weren’t ready, it’s that you didn’t feel like you looked ready. The thought of subjecting Spencer to the one dark cornerstone of your being in the early days of being together seemed illogical and burdensome, and so it was more simple to play it off as wanting to take a slow pace.

But, as biology would see it you have needs and your boyfriend just happens to be so detrimentally attractive that the simplest act has been sending you into a hot fit as of late. The culprit this time was an innocent mirror picture of him at the store trying on new trousers. You had no chance.

You had found that your intimacy issues lie within extending it to others, and less with yourself. The solution of you finding release on your own quickly became a habit when you realized there was no fear on your own. There’s no one to let down if you’re alone.

Spencer perches at the foot of the bed, flat hand outstretched on the blanket towards you but keeping a comfortable distance, “You don’t have to explain anything, honey.”

“No I know, but—fuck—I should.” you bury your face, choosing to only speak to him from behind your hands for now, maybe forever.

He takes a moment to take inventory of your physical being—you don’t look in pain. Clearly you didn’t sound in pain. Your face is flushed, and though he’s sitting a little far from you, the heat radiating from your body hits him like a space heater.

“Sweetheart…I’m not upset.” he repeats, in hopes a reminder might provide reassurance.

It doesn’t. “You’re never upset at me, it’s concerning.” you mumble.

“You make it kind of hard to be upset at you, ever really.” Spencer braves and lays a hand on your leg.

You take a deep breath, the cold of his hand grounding you more and more. Spencer senses the calm it’s bringing you and rubs circles into your calf.

“Can you tell me what you’re feeling?” he asks gently.

What are you even feeling? You ponder for a moment—anxious, nervous, bad.

“Embarrassed.”

“Honey, there’s nothing embarrassing about masturbating. In fact, it’s more than healthy to do it to keep cortisol levels low,” he explains, “I just don’t know why you didn’t…want to tell me.”

The guilt swirls in your gut, hearing the twinge of hurt buried beneath the comfort he’s laid out for you. He just wants to help you, but you won’t let him in and that hurts him more.

“It’s more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

“It’s just…I…Look it’s…You’re just so hot—“ you slip out, clamping your hand over your mouth before leaking any more intrusive thoughts.

A faint smirk ghosts his face, “I’m…hot?”

“No—Well, yes. I just…ugh.”

“Okay, okay calm down,” he scoots closer and gently brings the hands covering your eyes to rest in your lap, “You don’t need to be all secretive, you know I’d never judge you.”

“I know,”

“I just thought you wanted to wait.”

“I do.”

“But, not with me? It’s okay if it's not with me.”

“Spence, I do. It’s not that.”

“Am I missing something?”

You gulp, “I just…it’s a personal problem. With me. Not you.”

His brows furrow, “Like what, baby? Do you need to see a doctor?”

“Yeah, if a doctor can fix my shoddy self esteem and make me like myself again.” you chuckle.

He doesn’t laugh. 

The pause he takes seems to be ages long before he speaks again, “Angel, how long have you been feeling like that?”

You’ve been caught red-handed, water filling up the tank faster than you can tread, “It’s nothing, I was just joking.”

“Hey,” he says with a rare firmness, “How. Long?”

You deflate under his hard gaze, “A…while…long enough… for it to feel like a…like a default setting, I guess.” you trail off.

Spencer couldn’t hide the hurt on his face if he tried. Not hurt from your lack of admission, hurt that you had felt like this for so long, dealt with this for so long on your own, and he didn’t even know.

All he ever hoped and wanted was for you to be happy, and if he could be the source of that he would ask for nothing more in life. So to hear about you struggling with this, that you felt like you had to keep it to yourself, was heartbreaking.

Spencer remains in his head a little too long as he’s broken out of it by your small voice, “Are you sure you’re not mad?”

He sighs and moves to sit next to you, making sure he stays above the blanket for your comfort. His back is against the headboard of the bed, and he raises his arm a little, gesturing for you to fill the you shaped crevice. You hesitantly move into the space, hating how you feel every move you’re making is calculated, but all of that goes away the second your head meets his chest and his hand comes up to comb through your hair, the other smoothing your arm down, and all you’re left with is him.

“I promise I’m not mad,” he whispers softly, “Just wish you told me. I would have helped you.” He’s intentional in his wording—would, and not could. Could implies he has a choice, a want to do or not do something. I could have helped you, or I could have not helped you. Would is finite, he is doing it because it is programmed in him that caring for you is a need. I would have helped you because it is the only thing I know to be certifiably true, that you deserve to be cared for.

“It sounds stupid out loud but I was afraid you wouldn’t like me the same if you saw me like…that. It seemed logical for me to remove that option altogether.”

His heart aches painfully, and he wishes he could take everyone who’s made you feel that way to target practice. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I would spend every day of my life proving that to you.” he utters with unequivocal resolve.

You sigh out shakily, “You’re too kind to me.”

“I’m always kind to you. You deserve kindness. You deserve a lot of things actually…” he trails off.

“Like what?” you ask.

“Well, did you um—” he trails. You look at him quizzically, he continues, “Like before I came in did you…finish?”

Oh. “Oh. I…I don’t think I did, actually. It’s okay though, no big deal.”

He stares at you intently, “Do you want to?”

Your eyes widen, “Spence oh, no it’s okay really you don’t have to do that.  

“You’re encouraged to say no if you feel even an ounce of doubt, but I’m offering because I love you and I want to show you that you can feel safe with me, even when you feel otherwise.”

The familiar sting returns to your eyes as the tears pool up. You’re not used to anyone putting this much effort and concern for your comfort, it’s a novel feeling but if Spencer is willing to handle you with as much care as he is, you’re ready to welcome that sentiment in with open arms.

“Yeah, yes.” you waver.

He grins and leans down, gingerly pressing his lips to yours. His hand ghosts from your calf to your knee, testing the water before moving more intent. An unwelcome yet familiar onset slowly rises, trying to break through to you, “Wait—“

He retracts his hand immediately, “You okay? We can stop if you need to.”

You shake your head. “No, no I’m fine. I just need a second.” you breath out, trying to self regulate. 

He pulls back his hand but you stop him, “No keep it there, it helps. I just…” You don’t know how to phrase it. You think it’s because you’re not in control. When you’re alone it’s only you at the helm calling the shots. But when it really comes down to it, the lack of control is nothing compared to the lack of predictability that comes with the former. Explaining that out loud was daunting to even think about.

Yet Spencer understands what you need, because he always knows what you need. His hand returns to your knee, giving it a soft squeeze, “You tell me to stop whenever you need to.”

He continues kissing you while smoothing his hand up your leg, making wide and sweeping motions across the plush of your thigh so you can feel where he is and where his hand is going. The gesture is comforting and makes you feel grounded, but your head is in a dreamy haze at how good Spencer’s hands feel on you.

The haze leaves through your lips as Spencer feels you sigh against him, feeling you relax more and more as the seconds go by. His hand reaches your upper thigh, fingers ghosting on the inside. “Is this okay?”

You nod, feeling your nerves idling like a distant wave in the ocean. But Spencer’s presence is a lighthouse shining through the fog and guiding you to his shores while the calm washes over you.

His fingers lightly trace the fabric of your panties, ones that you had slid back up your hips upon his entrance into the room. The motion causes you to jump and he pulls back to gauge your reaction. When he sees no fear in your eyes, more so stunned by your wide eyed gaze, his fingers move with more precision, adding more pressure to your clothed core.

A gentle gasp leaves you as he strokes up and down your slit. You’ve given up on continuing to kiss him, the feeling of his hands being too overwhelming to have both sensations at the same time. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, your body involuntarily curving towards him as he draws symbols on you with his index. Your breathing gets heavier and faster the longer he goes, and soon small moans begin to escape you.

He drags his finger to the top of your panties and toys with the band, faintly asking, “You still with me, sweet girl?” You preen into the crevice of his neck as he keeps talking, “Want me to keep going?” 

He feels you nodding into him as you breathlessly whisper, “Please.”

His finger dips below the fabric and travels down to your entrance, gathering the slickness and spreading it all over you. “Fuck,” he curses softly, “Look how wet you are, baby.”

You whimper at his words and Spencer ascends to the heavens if there even is one, and if there is it’s the one where you sound like that for him. He circles back up to your clit, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves before sliding back your slit and repeating the whole sequence a few more times.

Your moans are coming out at a steady pace, and he’s been prodding around your entrance for some time now, teasing and edging you closer. “Gonna put a finger in now, okay? Doing so good for me, baby.” he murmurs.

The feeling of his finger entering you is satiating. But it’s not enough, and you need more. “Spence,” you manage to get out, “Can take another one, please.” His eyes shut tight as he revels in your desperation for him, and how cynical he must be to love having you at his mercy this much. He would confess the darkest of sins if you asked him in that tone, and he has no choice but to oblige. He stifles a groan at how easily the second finger slid in, his other hand moving up to play with your hair and cradle your head close to his chest as he works his ministrations.

The familar coil builds in your gut, but at an intensity you’ve never felt before. His fingers move in and out of you urgently, his thumb returning to your clit. He’s a man determined to get you there, and your moans and cries of his name only spur him on further. After a few minutes your moans and cries turn into whines and babbles, and he knows you’re close.

His head leans down to croon in your ear, “Shh, it’s okay. I got you, sweet girl. You can come, ‘m right here.”

It’s enough to push you over the edge and you come harder than you ever have on your own, the waves of your climax overtaking you completely. Spencer continues to pump his fingers through your orgasm, talking you the whole way down. Mutters of praises and kisses flow through your subconscious as the euphoria high takes its peak and you come back down to this realm.

His hand smoothes your hair back as you continue to pant against his chest, words unable to find you.

“You okay?”

You finally catch your breath, “That was—fuck—the most insane orgasm I have ever had.”

Spencer beams at this. For one, his obvious and impressive skills that have stunned you into oblivion. And two, because you look so relaxed. The stark difference of your anxiety filled face from when he first came into the room to the blissed out daze you have right now makes his heart swell five sizes up.

He hugs you closer and whispers, “I’m so proud of you, angel. Thank you for trusting me.”

Sleep is fighting you hard as you laugh airily and tuck yourself under his arm again, “I don’t know why I thought that would be scarier.”

He sighs, his smile faltering but still fond, “Past experiences and self perception complicate the anxiety around sex and intimacy. It’s a natural response based on your lived experiences.”

“Oh.” you mutter, slight deject in your tone.

“But we can work on it, if you want.” he adds, “It’s all up to you with what you’re comfortable with and how you want to do it. If you’ll allow me, I’d love to help you in any way I can, angel.”

You really don’t know how you got so lucky. Someone so kind, and patient, and willing to be with you as you navigate these things you normally would have kept to yourself. You feel grateful to be able to bare a piece of yourself to him, and know that he would receive it with open arms, wrapping it up and handling it with as much care as he can bear.

You cuddle closer, and mumble before your eyes succumb to sleep, “Love you. So much.”

Spencer looks down maybe two seconds later and you’re already out like a light. He chuckles softly to himself and whispers, “I love you more than you’ll ever know, sweet girl. Good night.”

[celestiamour]

Ever since squid game s1&s2 wi hajoon character😩 I even saw a clip of his back 💀ok im getting side tracked😭so may I please request a smut with junho x fem reader where he’s stressed trying to find his brother but his wife or gf is there for him to keep him calm. It could literally be any plot😭 just need Jun Ho

ft. hwang jun-ho x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ eating you out after a long stressful day┊0.7k words

setting: season 1, before the 33rd games contains: smut!! dom jun-ho & sub reader┊oral fixation, receiving oral, overstimulation, mentioned nipple play & marking, established relationship

➤ author's note: i need this so bad, the new year depression is hitting and i’m so lonely

being a police detective is insanely stressful on levels he couldn’t even begin to explain, even more so when it’s a case related to him personally. ever since his brother went missing, he’s been relentless in his pursuit to find him, searching for even the tiniest clues that may help push the dead end he’s been stuck at for so long. he comes back a little bit later each night with less and less energy, crashing out on the couch and fall asleep to stop the raging headache from considering all of the possible things that could have happened. 

he still makes an effort to be there for you though, taking time out of his busy schedule to take you out on at least one date per week, not just to remind you that he loves you even with how busy he is, but for him to relax too. there’s nothing better than being comfortable and able to turn off the gears constantly turning in his brain in the company of someone he adores so much, and returning home to rest in your warm embrace is akin to heaven for his troubled mind. 

sometimes he likes to shut his brain down entirely when having sex with you and just thoughtlessly do his own thing. it’s almost therapeutic for him, even though you’re the victim of his ministrations and find your body suffering from too much pleasure (if it’s even a thing, he draws a thin line that makes you wonder).

like he is right now, hands spreading the inside of your thighs with a tight grip to prevent them from closing and his mouth laser-focused on what’s in between.

“i-it’s too much,” you whined, trying to push him away for a second of relief yet making no real attempt to do so, limbs slacking after a mere second of effort. perspiration had covered your skin in a thin sheen, shining under the light of the ceiling fixture and drawing attention to his previous actions: marks from constant sucking and biting into your soft flesh all over your neck and chest area. 

he simply hummed in response, the vibrations sending pleasure straight to your clit and making your whimper, not really listening to you. there weren’t really any thoughts in his head at the moment, only trying to pull another orgasm from your spent body to taste more of your addicting nectar and listen to your cries that sounded like the song of an angel.

you originally wanted to pay him attention before yourself, taking the edge off the perpetual stress he was going through with his climax, yet this was all he wanted to do, sucking on your clit like it was candy until the neighbors knew his name. there was no real skill or technique behind his movements, just pure unadulterated passion and lust as he pulled you even closer than you thought possible with an increased pace of fucking you with his tongue. 

it felt so suffocatingly hot, taking another breath only to let out another pitched moan in a vicious cycle. you didn’t know where to put your hands, alternating from the bedsheets to your oversized t-shirt stolen from his before finally tangling your fingers in his dark locks and tugging which caused him to groan in response. he finally opened his eyes and met your half-lidded ones, but he did not stop his assault on your engorged pearl. truthfully, the sight of you as such a blissed-out mess was almost enough to make him cum untouched, and he’s not even certain if he didn’t.

the familiar feeling of an orgasm washes over you, the intensity of it being your third tonight making your back arch off the mattress and your toes curl with a pitiful gasp. still, jun-ho’s lips stayed latched onto your abused pussy, lapping up all of your arousal like a damn dog until you were all cleaned up with nothing but his spit slicking your folds. you whimpered when he finally let go only to part your swollen hypersensitive cunt with his finger, admiring how it quivered and clenched around nothing begging for more.

it was going to be a long night, but it’s worth it if he gets the satisfaction of carrying you out of bed the next day due to your shaking legs and he finally wakes up with a clear head for once.

[nkplanet]

UNCONDITIONAL

sam x fem!reader ft. dean cw suggestive, little bit of angst, set sometime in the early seasons bc i love baby sam, reader is shorter than sam, switch sam my beloved wc 1014

summary sam can’t get enough of you notes whiny sam ib this scene from house of wax

when dean had left the two of you alone in a motel room for the night, he hadn’t imagined he’d wake up to sam alone and miserable.

and yet, there he was.

“where’s-”

“she’s gone, dean,” his brother had huffed, “long gone.”

he hadn’t prodded any further. you were one of sam’s many soft spots. a hunter yourself, you knew the risks of getting close to people. sam had thought that with both of you being hunters it would offer some reprieve, would allow you to open up to him and begin something, anything. he was almost desperate for you, but you left anyway, claiming it was too dangerous.

of course, he knew that most hunters isolated themselves. bobby and gordon sprang to mind immediately.

still, he had hope.

you saw each other again some months later. this time, you’d helped the boys on a case, sticking around long enough for sam to get to know you somewhat better. it frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t get further than the walls you’d built up, but he understood.

you hadn’t spent the night together the way you had three times before then, instead parting ways at sundown with a kiss that could have rivalled romeo and juliet. sam was addicted to your lips, your eyes, your body. you weren’t faring any better; sam’s body on yours and the noises he made played on your mind constantly.

and then: radio silence. once again.

even dean was beginning to worry about you. you normally checked in with them, especially after a tough case, but they’d heard nothing for weeks upon weeks.

that was, until you showed up at their motel door.

dean had ushered you in out of the rain immediately after taking the necessary precautions (read: splashing you with holy water). you were tired, a little bloodied, and soaked to the bone, but otherwise okay. he sat you on a bed and brought you a towel, allowing you a moment of peace before he threw questions at you.

“you’ve had sammy worry sick, y’know,” he said, giving you yet another once over.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’ve been on a long hunt. no cell service for weeks,” you said, wringing out your hair.

“and?”

“a werewolf clan. six of them. had to pick them off one by one and the last one chased me here. i killed it on the border of town and by then i had nothing. no supplies other than the clothes on my back and weapons in my hand and god knows what in my pockets,” you explained.

dean whistled. “so how’d you find us?”

“i called-” you started, as the door swung open. you tensed, immediately relaxing the second you saw a mop of brown hair atop a lanky frame.

“sammy,” you whispered.

sam’s head snapped to you, which dean took as his cue to leave.

“hey,” you said lamely, standing.

“where have you been?” sam said immediately. you could tell he was torn between being mad at you for disappearing and worried at your complete absence from the world.

“a hunt. it’s a long story. i had no cell service for two weeks,” you said, stood stock still. you didn’t want to startle the man in front of you, instead letting him come to you.

“i’ve missed you,” he all but whispered, closing the distance between you and putting his hands on your waist.

“i’m sorry,” you replied. he leaned down to kiss you, one hand coming up to cradle your neck.

your lips met, beginning slow but soon moving towards something more like hungry. you’d been starved of each other for too long, and sam didn’t intend to let you go this time. he chased your lips as you backed away for air, moving once again to the bed.

“that one’s dean’s,” sam said against your lips, directing you to his own bed. you giggled, making your way over and allowing sam to sit on his bed. you stood inbetween his legs, craning your neck down a little to kiss him more.

he slipped his tongue in your mouth, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you ran your hands across his broad shoulders, down his toned chest, as his own danced up and down your back, occasionally reaching your ass. he moved back towards the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you straddled his thighs with your own, practically crawling to him. you looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as he looked at you, nothing but adoration on his face. you leaned in once more, connecting again.

sam’s hands travelled further, spreading across your waist and against your stomach, settling eventually underneath your thighs. yours migrated down, feeling his abs and oh so carefully brushing his obvious erection. at that, sam let out a whine, which he tried to stop almost immediately. you smirked at him.

“haven't heard that one before,” you said, teasing him.

he rolled his eyes playfully. “yeah, well, i was on top last time.”

“maybe we should do this more often then.”

sam’s response was to pull you in again, to which you let out a gasp, making him smile into the kiss. he ran his hand through your hair and you moaned, at which point dean chose to enter the room again.

“c’mon guys, i don’t wanna see that shit,” he complained dramatically, covering his eyes.

you sighed and rolled off sam’s lap. he pulled a pillow onto it in your place to hide the bulge in his jeans.

“don’t just barge in like that then,” sam retorted, obviously annoyed at his brother.

“‘s not my fault you two chose to get it on in our shared motel room!”

you rolled your eyes at their bickering, leaning down to get the towel you’d forgotten the minute you saw sam and using it to dry your hair. looking over at sam, you knew it would be hard to leave him again. you couldn’t stay forever - all three of you knew that - but maybe this time you could stay for longer.

[chaoticwriting]

YOU ARE MARRIED??!!

-Wayne Manor, Gotham-

Cass is not having a good time. From the Arkham breakout last week all the way to losing a bet with his siblings on who is going to attend the gala with Bruce. And now this annoying lady kept asking her about her preference in men or something. And Bruce can't help her since he is being occupied by those rich assholes about investment or stuff.

Vicky: So, Miss Wayne. Is it true that you have a secret boyfriend?

Cass: No.

Vicky: Then how about that pict-

Cass: I'm already married.

Vicky blue screened as Cass finished her sentence. Cass takes the chance and slips away from her before she starts barraging her with questions. Revealing that she is married may not be the smartest thing she has done but she is very annoyed at people who keep asking her about her secret significant other. If they want to ask, at least use the proper term.

Just as Cass reaches the hallway, she is scooped up by two strong arms and is carried away to the Batcave. Cass looks to her side to see Dick and Jason both holding one of her arms each and looking very pissed. Well, Dick looks very pissed. Jason looks like he is having fun. Cass doesn't struggle and just lets her brothers carry her to the Batcave to have the talk.

They put Cass on the couch and proceed to guard the exit of the cave on the off chance that she decides to escape. Not that she would because she and her husband have been thinking of breaking the news to their respective family for awhile now.

She waited for a few hours while playing on her phone. Her main phone. Not the one she used to contact her husband since this family has a lot of competent hackers. She knows that being married is like a big deal. But she doesn't expect it to be such a big deal.

When she says everyone is here, she means everyone. From all his close family all the way to Selina (Bruce's fiancee), Roy (Jason's boyfriend), Kori (Dick's wife), Kon (Tim's boyfriend), Jon (Damian's bff) and even Harley and Ivy is here. She is also pretty sure that Clark is listening from somewhere but it's not like she is trying to keep it a secret anymore, so the more people there are the less she needs to explain.

Harper: So what are we here again? I would rather be home to polish my new gun than in this cave.

Dick: Since everyone is here, I would like to apologize for calling all of you in such short notice.

A murmur ranging from 'it's fine' all the way to 'I want to sleep' sounded in the room.

Dick: Anyway, let's get to the main topic shall we. For starters, I would like to say that none of us wishes to control who you dated nor who you choose to be your partner.

Some more murmurs sounded in the room.

Dick: HOWEVER! We would really appreciate it if you wish to marry someone, at least notify one of us since being married is a big deal.

More murmurs sounded as all of them have a rough idea on what the topic going to be.

Dick: So, the person in question, would you like to explain yourself?

A spotlight lights up on top of Cass, directing all the people's attention to her. She doesn't even know there is a spotlight installed in the cave.Cass stands up and looks at the crowd. She replies, "No."

Everyone is stunned by her reply. They expect many types of replies but no is certainly not one of them.

Tim: Fuck you mean no?

Alfred: I would prefer this conversation to remain civil and proper please master Timothy. I would also like to express my extreme displeasure at the fact that I am not notified by your marriage Mistress Cassandra.

Cass goes still at Alfred's sentence. Okay, shit is really serious. As much as she loves messing with them, she would rather not have her food burnt on the inside. (No one knows how Alfred manages to do that.)

Cass: Ehem, I'm just messing with you. It is a long story but to make it short, my husband and I met when we were in Hong Kong. We met after he got roped in one of the gangs that I was busting. After we met and a little misunderstanding, he helped me to dismantle the underground drug labs across Hong Kong.

Tim: So he is also a vigilante?

Cass: Ex-vigilante. He has a daughter now so he is taking care of her.

Dick: You get pregnant?!! How? When?

Cass: I did not get pregnant. But she is technically my daughter.

Jason: Like how Lian is with me?

Cass: No. Biological daughter.

Kon: Umm, guys. I think Bruce needs to rest a little. His heart has been beating a little too fast for even him.

Dick and and Tim are closest to Bruce realizing that Bruce's face has been impossibly pale for quite a while now. They take him to an empty couch and let him lay there and rest for a while. Everyone's reactions range from amused to straight up concerned that Bruce's career as Batman might get cut short today.

It takes a while but as soon as Bruce is fine, they continue another round of questions and answers.

Bruce: How long have you been married?

Cass: Next week is our 3rd anniversary.

Duke: Wait. Didn't you plan to go to Hong Kong for some time next week? You even ask me to cover your patrol because you say you need to go somewhere.

Cass: I don't lie. I missed last year's anniversary since there was an Arkham breakout at the time.

Duke: Dude, still not cool. You are going on a date with your husband while I need to spend hours running on top of buildings around Gotham. So not fair.

Jason: Was the present you asked me to send last year also was for your husband?

Cass: Yes.

Jason: I've been your middle man all this time and I don't even know.

Barbara: I found it! This is the registration for marriage between Cassie Cain and Daniel Fenton. You used a fake name?

Cass: Yes. You will know otherwise.

Bruce: Why do you hide it?

Cass: I'm not sure all of you are gonna like him and vice versa.

Dick: Is he a bad person? I will kill him if he treats you badly.

Cass: No. He doesn't trust all of you at first.

Steph: And why is that?

Cass: He thinks the Justice League is working with the government. So by extension, all of you are associates of government to him.

Steph: Why is he running away from the government? Is he a criminal?

Barbara: No. He doesn't have any criminal records in his name. Except for the fact that he is practically nonexistent before he is 18, there is nothing wrong with him.

Tim: Is it a forged identity then?

Cass: No. The government wiped away his records.

Dick: What? Why?

Cass: I don't know.

Damian: I expect you to at least do a background check on someone before marrying them, Cain.

Dick: Did you get married with someone you barely know? Do you understand how dangerous that is? What if he just dipped you after you got married?

Cass: *Rolls her eyes* He isn't a bad person. I make sure of that at least. I know he is some sort of meta tho-

A green portal suddenly appears out of thin air making everyone be on guard except Cass. She expects Danny to come out of the portal to greet her but what comes out baffled her.

A young girl that looks a little like Cass riding on a big wolf comes out of the portal swiftly towards Cass. Everyone is just about to shoot their weapons when the girl's word shock them.

???:Mama!

Everyone: Mama?!!

[fl3shm4id3n]

Please please please continue your Toxic series. I'm so in love with your work and that is such a good concept. Maybe after the fight in the bathroom, Thanos comes out super bruised and bloody and she takes care of him. Then maybe everyone's forced to play a form of Mingle called Jack & Jill (that whole idea everyone has) where they have to pair up with opposite sexes and there's clearly not enough doors for everyone (and the sexes are super uneven). So there's more weeding out of competition. But its where its just the two of them, they take a pill, and they get freaky in the room while cleaning up the corpses. She's like, "omg what if they're watching." and he's just, "don't worry baby, I won't let them see nothin." and covers her with his jacket.

ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋʏ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ��𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: SMUT, taking substances/drugs, under the influence type sex, swearing, quickies, wall sex, nudity, sex in a closet, somewhat public sex, death and all that.

A/N: I tried reading the Jack and Jill game rules, but I didn't understand a damn thing, so I choose to use the game Hide and Seek, hopefully I didn't disappoint you.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

The next game, but this game would be played in pairs. But it had to be a boy and a girl pair. You were given 10 minutes to find a partner of the opposite sex. You and Thanos were already paired up even before the rules the explained. During the remainder of the time. Thanos had taken a pill, as per usual. You watched as he took a pill in his lips and proceeded to chew it. He then noticed you staring. "You want one?" He asked. "I... I kind of do." You said shyly. Thanos chuckled at your shyness, then he took out a blue pill, then placed it on his tongue. You knew what to do.

You leaned over and kissed him, the kiss was soft and slow, you felt how Thanos tongue slid the blue pill into your lips. He then pulled away and looked at you. "Chew it, the effects will kick in faster." He said, then you proceeded to chew the pill. It had no taste at all. Just tasted like a regular pill, but once the pill became powder, you could taste the small hint of blue raspberry. Interesting. The pill kicked in, he was right. You felt more relaxed now, despite your beat going at a fast pace, you were calm and collected. You turned to look at Thanos. "This is the final game I'm playing, I'm not playing no more games." You told him, slowly almost. "Alright, final game." He said, but you chimed in. "I'm serious. No more games, we are leaving together, alive." You said, almost like a warning. "Okay, whatever you say." He said, as he picked up your hand and kissed your fingers. "Promise." He added.

When the time was up, everyone was escorted to another room. This room was huge, it looked like a the inside of a house. It was huge and pretty specious. It looked just like a house, with stares, rooms, closets and all kinds of things. You found out that it was a form of Hide and Seek, you and your partner had to hide during the count down and you'll be looked for by the guards. If you're not hidden after the countdown or are spotted, you will be eliminated. As soon as the count began, you and Thanos took off to try and find a spot.

Holding each other's hand and not letting go. You spotted a closet, which was empty. "Over here!" You said, as you pulled Thanos towards the closet, once inside you closed the door. Thanos used his body to baricite the door. You were breathing heavily, due to running. You heard the count down going to to 10, 9, 8 and there was people still outside, trying to find a place to hide. The closet was pretty small and there was a small light bulb. But pretty dim and not very bright. The count down was over, them you heard people panicking and screaming as the guards opened fire at them. Killing them.

You sighed, while looking down. But then you felt throbbing between your legs. You pressed your thought together and slightly rub them together. Thanos noticed your movements. "You okay?" He asked you. Then you went up to him and pressed your body against his. "Fuck me." You said, almost demandingly. "What?" He asked, while holding onto your arms. "Fuck me, here and right now." You said, Thanos smirked. "As you wish." He said, then he kissed you right on the lips. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck as you both kissed.

It was fucked up, as people were getting shot outside the room. You and Thanos were about to fuck each other. You pulled away, then took off your sweater, followed by your shirt and bralette. Thanos only took off his sweater, then drove right back into kissing you. You moaned against his lips, you felt how Thanos began to caress your naked waist and back. When he felt the tattoo on your rib, he pulled away, then turned your body carefully to look at it. "Oh, almost forgot about this. He said all cocky and with a smirk. He leaned down and gave it a kiss and a lick. You moaned softly. You then heard how the forklifts were coming with the black and pink coffins. "Hurry, we don't have enough time!" You said.

Then Thanos moved your body onto a wall, your naked chest was pressed against the cold wall. Quickly, he pulled your pants down to your knees, then he pulled his own down. Just enough to set his cock free. He leaned himself into your entrance and pushed himself easily in. Both of you let out a small moan, once Thanos had easily adjusted to your gripping pussy. He began to move his hips at a fast pace. "Fuck!" You moaned against the wall. Thanos continued his pace, stop stopping. He began to kiss your neck from the back, then your shoulder. As for his hands, one had a hold of your breast, pinching your nipple. While the other rubbing your clit.

Your wall clamped tightly around him, almost making it hard for him to thrust. He continued his harsh thrusting and rubbing clit, both fast and hard. They were almost done collecting the bodies outside. You needed to hurry. Thanos groaned and fasten his pace as much as he could. He buried his face onto the back of your shoulder, slightly biting it. Making you clench around him. You were close. "I'm close!" You moaned, Thanos was more busy trying to get you to cum. He put even more effort into rubbing your clit and his pace. The hand that was once in your breast, now hold your hip tightly. You felt his fingers and nails digging into your skin.

Finally, you and Thanos came at the same time. You moaned while he groaned in pleasure. Slowly and carefully he pulled out, looking down he saw his cum going down your leg. That was hot. You shivered slightly, feeling his cum running down your leg. When you got back to your senses. You couldn't help but question. "Wait, what if there's cameras in here and they see us?" You asked, while quickly pulling up your underwear and sweatpants. Thanos did as well. "Don't worry, I won't let them see a thing." He said, grabbing his jacket and put it on you. Then zipped it up, right on time. The door opened, it was a guard with a circle on his mask. "It's safe to come out." He said, you nodded, then grabbed your shirt and bra, quickly stuffing them into the pockets of Thanos sweater. Thanos grabbed your jacket with your number and put it on. As you both walked back to the starting point. You kind of walked weird, you felt Thanos sticky cum sticking to your sweatpants. Thanos noticed and couldn't help but smirk.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 27

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You had seen him do something like this once before, but this was worse, this was worrying you.

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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His grip on you was almost crushing. He was shaking and still just frantically nuzzling you.

“Zen” you pleaded with him, “That kind of hurts, let go.”

Still he did not seem to hear you so you braced your hands against his chest to leverage yourself away from him and give yourself a bit of room to breathe.

“Zen, stop.”

That seemed to at least somewhat get his attention. His grip on you loosened enough for you to squirm free and sit next to him instead, though he was still shaking horribly. You sat up on your knees so you could reach him better to wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to the side of his face.

“Hey” you said softly, “talk to me. What’s wrong.”

Still he did not speak, he only frantically nuzzled against where you pressed your forehead to his face.

“My dear, please.”

That seemed to at least somewhat get through to him. He turned to look at you, though he seemed hazy and was more so looking through you than at you.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you” you assured him, not really knowing what else to do. He had a similar look on his face after he had eaten you out, spaced out and like he did not quite where he was or what was going on.

“Come here” you said as you tried to tug him down to lay. There was no way you could move him on your own, not if he did not want to move, but with enough pleading and tugging on him he did eventually lay down with his head on your lap.

You scratched his head and played with his hair, that always helped him relax and you were hoping it would do the same now. Slowly he stopped trembling and his breathing leveled out, though he still seemed so distant and was not responding to anything.

You were at a loss. You did not know what was wrong or what you could do to help him. Slowly you dragged your fingers along his ear, fidgeting with the tip of it and you started humming the song he always did for comfort.

He looked up at you once he noticed the song. He just look confused.

“Zen, my dear, please” you begged again.

He held your gaze and blinked slowly before looking away and nuzzling against your leg. You were not sure if that was a good sign or not though.

Time dragged on and it seemed like he may have fallen asleep, or at least his eyes were closed. You were exhausted from stressing and leaned back so you could lay down since you absolutely were not going to move him off your lap so you could get up.

Your shifting caused him to stir and look up at you. There was still something a bit off with how he was looking at you, but at least he seemed a bit more aware of his surroundings. Slowly he clamored his way up to lay his head on your chest and hug onto you.

You gently stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head, “Hey, are you ok?” you asked.

He nodded, but did not speak.

“What was that a about? You really worried me.”

“I am sorry” was all he managed.

“It’s ok, but what happened?” you asked again.

He stayed quiet for a moment, “I do not know” he finally answered.

This was possibly more puzzling.

“You don’t know? That’s never happened before?” you tried to clarify.

“Not like that.”

“But something like that has?”

“Sometimes, but not with sex” he seemed embarrassed about it all.

“So with what then?”

“Fighting, like after a battle. Sometimes everything would be so blurry, everything felt so far away, like I was not really there. Or sometimes my heart would just keep racing, and I would feel like I could not breathe, everything would just feel off” he tried to explain.

“Is that what happened now?”

“Yes, I do not know why.”

You kissed the top of his head again and hugged him tightly. He sounded so hollow as he spoke.

“And what helped when you got like that?” you asked.

“Sleeping with someone” his voice was soft as he spoke, he still sounded embarrassed.

“And that’s what caused it this time.”

“I am sorry. I do not know what is wrong with me.”

How he sounded and spoke about himself made your heart ache. He looked so small all curled up against you, like he was trying to disappear.

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m here for you, whatever is going on I’m here with you to help” you peppered the top of his head with more kisses, “We’ll figure out how to keep you calm and present together, I promise.”

He nuzzled against you, it was back to his normal gentle nuzzles and not the frantic-ness from before, “Thank you, you are kind to indulge me.”

“I’m not indulging you, I’m helping you because I care about you. I want you to feel safe and happy, I hope you know that.”

He nodded against your skin and you could hear him sniffling.

“How about we get comfortable for the night? I’ll get a washcloth and get us cleaned up, and then you can lay your head on me and I’ll play with your hair and hum or anything else you want. How does that sound?”

Once more he just nodded against your chest.

You made your way to the bathroom and washed yourself off before returning with a warm washcloth to wipe Zen down too. He did not react as you cleaned off his thighs and between his legs, he was just staring off into to space.

“Come here” you motioned to him as you laid back down, pulling his head back onto your chest as he laid on his side next to you. A reversal of your usually position.

He tossed one of his legs over you and you felt how his breath shuddered with every exhale.

“Its ok, I have you” you assured him and pulled the blanket over you both. By now the hearth had near burnt out, just embers flickering remained.

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Love Lake ;

Pairing; fem!reader x loser!Niki Synopsis; When Ni-ki moved to your neighbourhood, he didn’t think much of it—until he met you. One night, he unexpectedly shows up at your house, and a calm walk transforms into a seducing game by the lake. Between playful teasing and intimate touches, the tension between you grows, impossible to ignore. Genre; Fluff (a bit suggestive) Warning; Suggestive content; Mentions of alcohol; Ni-ki is as cute loser; nudity; cute tension; profanity; Words; 3.7k Masterlist

A/N: I really like this post, its very cute and sexy and I love Ni-ki <3 I hope you guys like it too, reblogs and likes are always appreciated, thank you so much <3 (this is a repost)

Ni-ki is certainly out of his mind.

It’s 2 a.m., and he’s walking to your house on this warm summer night. The moon is his only companion, casting a soft blue shadow on the ground as he steps. A heavy backpack weighs on his shoulders, but the happy smile on his lips and the quickened beat of his heart reveal his excitement at the thought of seeing you again. Ni-ki moved to your neighbourhood with his parents a few months ago, and you were the one who helped him when he needed it most. That small act of kindness marked the beginning of your friendship.

You are a short-tempered girl with long black hair, a sweet smile, and captivating brown eyes. Ni-ki still remembers the first time he talked to you. He was going door to door, asking if anyone knew a mechanic because his car wouldn’t start—he’d left an interior light on and drained the battery. He was mortified during that first conversation. Your voice had been calm, but your expression wasn’t so welcoming. The way you raised an eyebrow at him as he explained made him blush like a twelve-year-old. Thankfully, your dad turned out to be a mechanic and helped him out. Since then, Ni-ki hasn’t left you alone, especially after discovering you went to the same university as him.

As he approaches your house, Ni-ki thinks back to the last time you hung out. It was in your small apartment near campus. The windows were wide open to combat the summer heat, and the two of you were playing cards, listening to the latest Chase Atlantic album, and drinking beer. Everything was going perfectly—at least for you. You were finally winning a game after weeks of losing streaks, and Ni-ki was starting to sulk because he hated losing. Frustrated, he angrily threw his last few cards onto the table, accidentally knocking over his beer.

The can tipped, spilling its stinky contents all over your chest, lap, and the couch.

“NI-KI, WHAT THE FUCK!” you shouted, glaring at him with wide eyes. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, and there was no hiding the fury blazing in your expression.

You had been wearing one of your favorite blouses—a burgundy one—and now it was soaked. The stain seemed like it would be permanent, all because Ni-ki couldn’t control his temper.

Ni-ki knew exactly how much that blouse meant to you, and guilt gnawed at him. Panicking, he grabbed a handful of tissues from the coffee table and pressed them against your chest, frantically trying to dry you off. His intentions were innocent, but when his eyes drifted to where his hand was, he froze. His face turned beet red as he glanced back up at you, only to realize how close the two of you were.

Your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze, and you instinctively closed your eyes, expecting him to kiss you. Seconds passed, but nothing happened. Confused, you opened your eyes slowly, only to find Ni-ki staring at you with one eyebrow raised, his expression equal parts puzzled and amused.

You blushed furiously and immediately pushed him away, yelling at him for being so careless and ruining your blouse. Disappearing into the kitchen, still mumbling angrily to yourself, Ni-ki stayed behind, lying comfortably on the floor. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at the memory of your flushed face because he knew how rare it was for you to get embarrassed around him.

Now, standing in front of your house, Ni-ki smiles to himself at the thought of that incident. Maybe there’s something more between you two than just friendship. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he types a quick text: I’m outside. He knows that’s all it will take to get your attention.

Dressed in an oversized white t-shirt and some sporty shorts, you’re lying on your bed, engrossed in a book while listening to music—your go-to routine when you’re determined to finish a story. The soft buzz of your phone pulls you out of your bubble, and you can’t help but smile when you see Ni-ki’s text. Sliding open your window, you step outside and walk calmly to the balcony at the front of your house. The night breeze is warm, offering no relief from the lingering summer heat.

“What are you doing here at this time, Kiki?” you ask, teasing him with the nickname you know he hates, leaning against the glass railing.

“I couldn’t sleep… And I know you have trouble sleeping sometimes, so I thought we could hang out,” Ni-ki replies, raising an eyebrow as he casually ignores the nickname. Despite his nonchalance, you give him a small smile. You know how often he gets stuck in his head, and it’s no surprise that it keeps him awake.

“We can’t stay at my parents’ house this late at night…” you say, pausing to think. “Let’s take a walk instead, maybe?” you suggest. Ni-ki nods eagerly at the idea, his expression softening at the thought of spending more time with you.

To be honest, it didn’t matter where you two were going or what you were doing—Ni-ki just wanted to be close to you. The two of you wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, chatting softly as the full moon followed your steps. The streetlights served as your only guide, casting a warm glow over the quiet streets. You found yourself laughing at the stupid jokes Ni-ki made about people at uni, and in the midst of your laughter, your gaze drifted to the fine man walking beside you.

Riki towered over you, almost double your height. His brown ends blended with blonde roots, making his hair look irresistibly soft, his bangs nearly obscuring his whole face. Your eyes lingered on his tired yet captivating eyes and his plump lips, hating how they always seemed so inviting. For the first time, you noticed how muscular he had become, the dance classes clearly working wonders on his physique. His biceps were easily visible to your wandering eyes, and his shoulders were broader now, exuding strength. God, he made your knees weak without even trying.

A fresh, earthy smell from the surrounding trees caused you to momentarily close your eyes, savoring the cool breeze brushing against your skin. As you relished the comfortable silence between you and Ni-ki, the distant sound of water flowing caught your attention. A mischievous idea sparked in your mind.

“Look, there’s a small lake over there. Let’s get closer—I love the sound of the water,” you said eagerly, your eyes lighting up at the thought. Ni-ki didn’t respond immediately; instead, he stared into your eyes, completely mesmerized by the way they sparkled under the moonlight’s soft blue hue.

You gently grabbed Riki’s hand and pulled him toward the water. Carefully, you led him through tall trees and wild grass to a small clearing that resembled an island, covered in soft sand and surrounded by water on all sides except one. Ni-ki, however, seemed frozen in place, his gaze fixed on your slender hand intertwined with his. Your skin was warm and soft against his, and the simple touch left him stunned.

“This is so calming. I love it,” Riki said in a husky voice, casting a shy glance at you as he let the peaceful atmosphere settle around him.

You decided to sit down near the water, hoping the soothing sound of the flowing stream and the chorus of nighttime creatures would ease your mind. Ni-ki followed suit, settling down beside you. A comfortable silence enveloped you both, and when you turned your head to look at the handsome boy beside you, your gaze met his. You held eye contact for a while, feeling a strange sense of safety under his gaze and comfort in his presence.

Ni-ki’s thoughts began to wander as he looked into your eyes. He loved your eyes—where others might call brown unremarkable, he found them magical. The way your coffee-colored irises complemented your jet-black hair and soft skin only solidified his belief that he might be in love with you. He could lose himself in those eyes forever, and he would do so gladly.

While he was lost in his thoughts, you asked him a question. The way his eyes widened in surprise sent you into a fit of laughter. Your laugh echoed through the tall trees, mingling with the sound of the flowing water in the distance.

“I dare you to go into the water. Clothes are optional,” you repeated, leaning closer to his face and winking. “What? Are you too scared?” you teased, crossing your arms over your chest as a playful smile spread across your lips.

“Nah. You just make me do stupid things and never do them with me,” Ni-ki replied without hesitation.

You pushed him playfully, feigning offense but feeling a little ashamed too—because he was right. You always dared him to do silly things but chickened out at the last minute, leaving him to look like a fool.

“OK, OK. I’ll go first this time. You can follow me… if you can keep up,” you declared, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Childish,” Riki muttered, but before he could say anything else, his mouth dropped open.

You bent over, straightening your back as you leaned down, your back facing Ni-ki. Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with him, you slid your shorts down your legs, leaving yourself in only a black thong and an oversized white t-shirt. Without saying a word or looking back, you walked toward the water.

The icy temperature sent a jolt through you, making your feet feel slightly numb, but your pride was heavier than the cold. You stood tall and waded deeper into the water, letting it engulf you inch by inch.

Ni-ki is certainly out of his mind. He ran his fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes tightly in an attempt to process what had just happened. But when he closed his eyes, all he could see was your figure and it burned into his memory, your curves teasing him mercilessly.

He was just a poor, young, and undeniably horny man. And you? You were testing his patience—because deep down, you knew he was too much of a coward to make a move.

“RIKI, YOU COMING OR NOT?” you yelled, a sly smirk curling on your lips, fully aware of exactly what was running through his mind.

Ni-ki softly slapped himself back to reality, deciding that two could play at this game. While your curious mind raced with all the possible scenarios of what he might do next, your gaze locked on him as he began taking his shirt off. Your eyes were immediately glued to how his muscles flexed when he pulled the fabric over his head. He was, without a doubt, one of the most attractive men you had ever laid eyes on. His toned physique, the subtle curve of his waist, and the constellation of moles scattered across his skin made your face flush three shades of red in an instant.

When Ni-ki’s toes touched the freezing water, his whole body shivered involuntarily. He briefly considered retreating, but no—he couldn’t let you win this round. You’d tease him about it relentlessly, not just now but for days to come. Resolving to push through, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and swam toward you.

As he drew closer, he wasn’t prepared for how captivating you looked. Your long, dark hair was slicked back, your lips tinged a deep red from the cold water, and your eyes glimmered with a seductiveness that left him speechless. Water droplets clung to your lashes, and your skin glowed in the soft blue light cast by the moon. You looked like a siren, a vision that completely clouded his mind with thoughts of you and only you.

“Hmmm, I see.” You bit your bottom lip playfully. “Maybe you’re not as weak as I thought…”

But before Ni-ki could respond, you smirked mischievously and pushed his head underwater, fully submerging him in the icy lake.

When he resurfaced, it was your turn to feel trapped by him. His brown-and-blonde hair was slicked back, water dripping from the tips, revealing his sharp features. His plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried to stifle a grin. As your eyes trailed down from his face, you found yourself staring at his chest—water droplets cascading down his toned torso, tracing the lines of his abs.

This little game of seduction you’d started was starting to backfire, and you felt as though you were the one being seduced. You swallowed hard, your eyes unwilling to leave the trail of water sliding down his lower stomach.

“You’re staring, Y/N,” Riki teased, his voice light but with a hint of shyness. He loved the way your gaze lingered on him, and it made his heart race.

You wanted to respond with something smart and sassy, but the words caught in your throat. Turning around, you were ready to dive back into the water to clear your head when you felt his long fingers wrap around your wrist. In one swift motion, Ni-ki pulled you against him. You let out a surprised gasp as water splashed around you.

As your startled eyes met his, Ni-ki suddenly noticed something odd against his chest. Confused, he glanced down, only to see your soaked white t-shirt clinging to your skin, outlining your chest and revealing the faint shapes of your hard nipples because of the cold.

He cursed under his breath as realization hit him. When his curious gaze returned to yours, your face turned crimson with embarrassment. You had wanted to tease him, hoping he’d take the hint and finally make you his, but this had gone way beyond your plan. You struggled against his grip with all your might, but he was too strong.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now, Y/N…” Ni-ki confessed, his voice low and unsteady, the shyness completely gone. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as though trying to steady himself.

You remained silent, too flustered to respond. But then you felt his slender fingers lift your chin, gently guiding your face upward. When your eyes met his again, you realized his gaze was fixed on your lips.

You waited, heart pounding, expecting him to make a move. Yet he hesitated, his eyes darting between your lips and your eyes, as if silently battling with himself. Ni-ki desperately wanted to kiss you, but a small, lingering fear held him back—the fear that this might ruin your friendship, his worst nightmare.

Feeling a mix of frustration and fondness, you rolled your eyes, your annoyance outweighing your nerves. Without giving him another moment to overthink, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was soft and cold, catching Ni-ki completely off guard. For a moment, he stood frozen, but then relief washed over him as the chaotic voices in his mind were silenced.

When you pulled away, your gaze locked with his deep brown eyes, silently conveying that he didn’t need to hesitate anymore. After a few heartbeats of hesitation, he leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more certainty, his lips moving against yours with a newfound confidence.

When your lips parted to catch your breath, Riki seemed to take it personally. He chased after your lips again, this time cupping your cheek with his veiny hand, his strong arm wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. It was as though he wanted to ensure you wouldn’t let go of his lips again.

As your bra-less chest pressed against his, his sharp teeth grazed your bottom lip, a warning that his tongue sought entrance. A quiet moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue meet yours, the taste of watermelon from the gum he’d chewed earlier lingering on him.

When your lungs screamed for air, your lips finally broke apart. Resting his forehead against yours, Riki wore the proudest smile, his chest heaving as he felt a sense of triumph. He was certain you’d finally moved past the strange tension that had been building between you two.

But your face told a different story. Panic welled up inside you as you realized there was no hiding your feelings anymore. No more playful jokes or flirty remarks to mask the truth—he now knew how you felt.

Riki finally loosened his grip, letting his arm fall from your waist. Without a word, you quickly swam back to shore, leaving him standing alone and bewildered in the water.

“Shit!” Ni-ki cursed, running a hand through his hair. “Was I too much?” he muttered to himself, scrambling to follow you, fear flashing across his face that he might’ve just ruined everything.

“Riki, I—”

“I’m sorry... I know,” he interrupted, his voice tinged with regret. “I was too much. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him. “Let me finish, Riki,” you whispered, your voice low and tinged with embarrassment. “I’ve had a crush on you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you. But I was scared you didn’t like me back. So, I tried to play it cool around you, flirting to see if you felt the same… but you always backed out at the last minute, and it was so confusing.”

Your voice cracked slightly as you confessed, a sad pout forming on your lips.

“Are you serious?” the tall boy asks, his voice tinged with disbelief as he looks at you with the sweetest expression you’ve ever seen on him. “I’ve liked you this whole time too. That’s why I get so shy and clumsy around you. I wanted to impress you!” Riki confesses, his lips stretching into the biggest smile. “I was too much of a loser to make the first move, and I’m sorry for that. But I’ve always liked you.”

Ni-ki’s large, bony hand reaches out for yours, interlocking his fingers with yours. His heart swells, completely captivated by you, especially the way you seem to get shy only because of him. But you let go of his hand to get dressed, bending down to pick up your shorts from the sand.

Behind you, Ni-ki fights the overwhelming urge to grab your hips and pull you against him, his hands itching to explore every inch of your body. In his mind, he’s already tracing your sides, mentally cataloging every detail of how your skin feels under his touch.

When you turn around, he notices your soaked t-shirt still clinging to your chest. “Here—” Ni-ki offers you his dry shirt, his voice soft and a shy smile tugging at his lips. “I know it must be uncomfortable having your t-shirt stuck to you. You can wear this instead.” His cheeks flush red as his curious eyes flicker to your chest again before he quickly looks away.

“Thank you. Now, cover your eyes,” you instruct, turning away from him.

Ni-ki obediently hides his eyes with his hands, though he leaves a small gap to peek. His heart skips a beat when he catches sight of your bare back and the outline of your chest as you lift your arms to slip into his shirt. Your silhouette, illuminated by the faint moonlight, makes it impossible for him not to bite his lip, cursing himself for making things harder on himself.

When you turn back around, he shuts his eyes tightly, pretending to have been an angel the entire time. “You can open your eyes now,” you say, and he removes his hands, smiling innocently at you.

Ni-ki slings your wet t-shirt over his shoulder as the two of you begin walking back to your place. He rummages through his backpack, pulling out some snacks to share. The only sounds are the crunching of the food and the rhythm of your footsteps, accompanied by the warm breeze that returns as you leave the cool shade of the trees behind.

You steal glances at him every now and then, enjoying his goofy side as he tries his best to make you laugh.

When you reach your house, Ni-ki pouts, his full lips jutting out cutely. He clearly doesn’t want the night to end.

“Goodnight, Ni-ki,” you say softly, your gaze fixed on the ground, still flustered by the memories of what happened at the lake.

“Where’s my confident Y/N gone?” he teases, loving this shy side of you. His hand reaches for your cheek, gently caressing it.

“She dissolved in the cold water,” you quip sarcastically, punching his strong chest playfully. Then, you lean up and give him a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to your balcony to climb up to your bedroom.

The tall boy stays rooted in place, watching as you ascend. His curious eyes trail after you, lingering on your form until you slip inside your room. You send him a playful kiss before sliding the window shut, disappearing from his view.

Ni-ki lingers outside for a moment longer, his gaze shifting between your house and the starry night sky. With the memory of your lips on his, he finally turns to walk home, his mind replaying every second of the evening.

As he walks, a giggle escapes his lips, only for him to cringe at himself immediately after. Still, he can’t stop the warmth spreading through his chest. You’re all he can think about—the way you fit so perfectly in his arms, your laugh, your teasing. He’d come to your house hoping to distract himself and fall asleep faster, but now, as he lays in bed, sleep feels impossible. His mind is consumed with thoughts of you and all the ways he’s going to make you his girlfriend.

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[mikkomacko]

Imagine nicos reaction when one of the boys accidentally hits reader while they’re messing around playing and maybe she gets a black eye or something, it’d totally be Jack lol

“When do I hit record?”

Jack rolls his eyes, cheeks puffed with a mouthful of water. He looks at you in disbelief, motioning to Nico as if to say ‘really? This is your man?’

You laugh, water bottle in hand and turn to your boyfriend. Eyebrows furrowed in focus, his large hands hold you phone up to record the latest TikTok you and Jack wanted to do.

Ever since the car incident Nico insists on being present for any videos you try to make with the boys. Which works out because he’s camera shy but makes a really good tripod.

“Just as soon as I take a drink of water,” you explain, trying not to laugh at him. Jack and him went over what to do extensively, but it’s cute that Nico is so concerned with getting it right.

“Ok,” he nods, and you take a deep breath, turning back to Jack. Lifting the bottle to your lips, you fill your cheeks with water and set it back onto the counter.

Hoping to god Nico hit record, you wait for Jack to nod. He’s already trying not to spit out his water, blue eyes shining with laughter and you pull back your arm. Swinging forward you smack him with the tortilla in your hand, doubling over when he makes a choked noise.

Water drips messily from between your lips but you haven’t broken yet, so you straighten out again. Tense, you watch anxiously as Jack winds up too and smacks you with his tortilla.

Muffled giggles and water dripping everywhere, you and Jack hit each other again. It’s going well, better than you thought and you’re actually surprised Jack hasn’t spit water all over you. So you’re kind of off guard when Jack winds up again and swings for your face.

Except in his suppressed hysterical laughter he miscalculated and instead of hitting you in the cheek with his tortilla, he’s balled fist catches you in the eye.

It’s not a hard it really, just enough to have you seeing a flash of stars when you flinch away from him. You spit out your water, spraying it all over Jack as you drop your tortilla and grab at the sore spot on your head.

Jack chokes on his water, coughing and trying to blabber something to you. Not that he gets a chance because your human tripod has put the phone down and stepped between you two.

“I’m ok, I’m ok,” you promise, blinking a few times as Nico comes into focus. He grabs your face, fingers gentle as he tilts your chin up to look at him. Even now your eyelid feels swollen, throbbing and tender.

Jack must have caught you just right.

Nico doesn’t look angry, more annoyed as he softly prods at your face. You wince, grabbing at his wrists.

“S’gonna bruise,” he mutters, then he’s turning to Jack, hands on his hips. The boy is still sucking in ragged breathes, trying to calm down after hacking up water. His cheeks are red, eyes wide and terrified.

“Nico it was an accident,” he says, voice raw and begging. “M’sorry, I am really. I didn’t mean-“

“Shut up,” Nico interrupts, reaching behind him for you. You let him pull you forward, right in front of Jack who’s looking at you with puppy dog eyes. “Say sorry to her.”

“I’m sorry y/n,” Jack apologizes, earnest.

“It’s ok Jack,” you assure, laughing slightly. “Really it’s not bad.”

Jack winces. “It looks bad.”

That has Nico reaching over your shoulder, grabbing at Jack’s collar and he tries to scramble away from Nico. He’s too strong though, moving around the both of you until he’s standing behind Jack, large hands on his shoulders.

“Nico please, no. What are you- I’m sorry!” Jack begs and Nico just nods at you over the top of his head.

“Your turn baby,” he says and Jack freezes.

“W-what?”

Nico grip on him tightens. “You hit her, she hits you.”

Jack lets out a whining moan, squeezing his eyes shut and flinching back into Nico’s body. Every muscle in his body tightens, wound up and waiting. Your boyfriend nods at you again, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

Giggling, you ball up your fist and swing, not hard enough to actually hurt him but Jack yelps with you catch him in the cheekbone. Nico releases him and he leaps away, holding his cheek as he hides on the far side of the counter.

“That really hurt!” He cries, looking at you, scandalized.

“Oh you’re fine,” Nico grumbles, taking ahold of your face again. He examines it, eyebrows pinching in annoyance as he strokes over your eyebrow. “Lucky it wasn’t me that took a swing at you.”

Jack huffs, the red spot on his cheekbone shining against his pale skin and you giggle. Nico chuckles too, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s get you some ice baby.” He moves to the fridge, and you follow behind him, pleased to be under the watchful eye of Dr. Nico.

“Me too please?” Jack asks. Nico glares over his shoulder at the boy. You don’t have to turn around to know Jack has scrambled his way out of the kitchen.

[ethereal555]

FUCK BOY PT.1

player!jude x stonerblackfem!reader

You laugh, not quite believing your ears, “What?'

'Please don't make me say it again. Honestly baby, I'll never forgive myself'.

You fixate on him. The man you loved, gave your body to and had the lowest of lows with has done the one thing he promised never to do.

He betrayed you.

You get off of the couch, as if it’d become hot lava. You feel your blood vigorously pumping through your veins, heating up your cheeks and ears. Like church bells had just gone off, your ears were ringing.

“Get out my flat - now” you forced out shakily, you felt as if your throat was closing in. Your chest raising rapidly.

He blinks, as if I was speaking a foregin language.

'No, sit down' he pleads reaching for my hand. You swat his hand off of you, taking a huge step away from him.

“Jude please, I don’t want you to touch me. How dare you think you can even come into my home right after disrepecting me? Do you think I'm a joke?” you pant

'I'm not going to even ask you why you did it? She's clearly who you wanted all along. The world's right; you only got with a black girl to make your Mum feel better. I swear I should have listenied when they called you a man!fucking!whore”.

'I've wasted my time with you, time I'll never get back'! I realise in hysterics. You feel like someone has hit a wong in your ear, its an intense feeling you feel in your head. You cover your ears to silence your thoughts that were going off on autopilot.

You pace around going on a tangent, finding all the offesive words in the dictiionary to throw at him. You search to find any small inanimate objects to throw at him, a way to inflict the hurt you felt emotionally onto him.

'Yeah, Yeah,ok' he bitterly chuckled trying to play off as unfazed, as if all the lethal words you spat had fallen upon deaf ears. His jaw was tense, it was taking everything for him not to shut you up himself, but he knew how genuinely wrong he was in this situation and how much he deserved the names so he decided against taking any action. This time.

You scower the kitchen trying to find any items that were bought for you by him. You take the Gucci scarf off of your kitchen highchair, lobbing it at him. He sat there, with the nerve to have a scowl of his face 'Take it' you yelled as you threw the cloth. 'I don't want anything of yours, you're disgusting'.

It landed on his face, and he, in an act of self -discipline didn't react, folded it up placing next to him on your couch, licking his lips. I must admit it must've taken a lot for him to not retaliate, the Jude last year was another story.

'This too’', you removed the burgundy coloured Van Cleef bracelet he had gifted you for your birthday back in May, aiming it for his face. The athletic boy, with instincts like a cat, caught this too, placing it untop of the scarf next to him. His left leg was shaking with irritation. A scowl on his face. His teeth tucked into his plump bottom lip as he sat back cross armed on the couch, pissed.

“You're not fucking intimidating me, not in my own house. Good try. GET the fuck OUT JUDE!”

I was seeing red, because he wasn't listening to me. My nose and eyes running like a water fountain. I looked a hot mess. I wipe my face with the back of my hands. Embarrassed.

To my advantage, I find my tedbaker slippers on the floor near the door. I laugh at myself picking it up with full intention to throw it -

He stand ups “Don’t you fucking dare, I swear to God Tiana act like you have some fucking sense”.

'I will do whatever the fuck I want to you. You’re not welcome here anymore, I dont want you in my house anymore. Listen to me Jude, for once... leave' I cry, shaking. “I’ve told you to leave and you’re still here”

“I can’t, I can't leave you. Why dont you listen to me for once, just once, I can explain” he fought shouting over her cries.

'Why dont you understand' i hiccup, 'i cant, i physically cant sit here, whilst you, a fucking vile the vilest man ive ever met, wants to speak, to me and justify him sleeping with someone he's lied to me about for 8 FUCKING MONTHS'

' A bitch that racially abused me, and you fucking too? You are not worth anymore of my time. Like, really Jude? Are you that fucking desperate for pussy? Are you that desperate to hurt me? For fucks sake, if you really needed to fuck someone, at least fuck someone that resemebles the woman you claim to love 'more than football' she looks nothing like me Jude' you drag..

'It didn't happen rec-' he started

You felt the waterworks again but you didnt want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. It was the fact he wasn't understanding that him explaining the details was causing you to have to envision him with another woman. Having had enough of this row, you turn around immediately going to your cabinet to get your pre rolled blunt.

'I wasn't in the right mind, I have no excuse, it was a genuine mistake. Baby, please..' he argued.

You turn on your stove, shoving your blunt into it, to light it. You sit on your counter once it finally draws and you inhale deeply, making sure to cough so it hit you harder, Cali. You weren’t in the right mental headspace to deal with this sober.

“You hear me Ti?” he begged

It was like pathetic fallacy, a dark day for you emotionally and the only things illuminating the house were the many Central London streetlights outside your grand glass windows as well as your purple led's shining from your room upstairs.

'You can check my phone, my social media DM’s, theres not one trace of a woman Tianna, because I've decided all I need you. You don't understand I cant do it without you- this thing called life, no. Hell i cant even go a day without thinking about you and the life we could have’ he confesses clapsing at his heart.

Then there's a deafening silence.

You transfix on him fresh tears still imprinted on your cheeks, as you inhale, one toke after another after another. You both hold each other’s eye contact for a split second, before you withdraw focusing on your blunt.

The boy you loved most in the world, now turned traitor, sat across from you looking helpless. The only things that can be heard in the flat were both your infrequent sniffles, your sharp inhales and distant modes of transport outside.

Emptiness.

He rubs his eyes, typical, always seeming to cry when you cried, excusing it as something he couldnt help because he loved you so much. Well if only he thought of that before he decided to fuck the bimbo.

You snigger, you’re eyes low, the weed has you feeling like you’re floating.

“Jayy” You drag, your head and body feeling extremely light

“Yeah, yes” he answers quick, attentive

“You know, it’s a true shame, for Denise. I just wonder, like, if only she knew what an absolute bitch she would have raised before having you, would she have had an a-' you giggle

' Don't finish that sentence or we'll have a problem' he growls shooting up, charging towards me.

'Get up off the counter now, Tiana. Have you lost your fucking mind?' he spat. His natural doe - shaped eyes enlarged with anger, this dark brows furrowed.

You look at him, your giggles disentergrating into the air just like your weed smoke, daring him to do what he's been doing indirecting for the past 8 months.

'Fucking dare do what, what are you going to do about it? Hm, Jude? I’m going to continue to make you feel like shit until you leave because I’ve asked you to LEAVE MY HOUSE and you're still here, so take the insult”. You take another puff of your blunt, feeling the anger rising again.

Granted, the blunt was probably making you say things you shouldn't, he deserved it.

“I could’ve hurt you, so so badly” he lets out his jaw clenched.

'I beg your pardon?, you fucking idiot what do you think I'm -“

'Shut up and let me talk, i could have kept it silent and have the whole world find out at the same time as you, but i didnt. i've flown here on Chrismas to tell you. To be here I’ve sacrificed spending time with my brother and my parents. I've literally put your feelings and wellbeing first before my families,before mine but you're too bloody dense to be objective and see things from another person's perspective'.

You drop your blunt on the counter, hopping off of it. At the same time, not caring if you blew the rest out in his face, although you knew he hated the smell.

'I don’t give a fuck about how it all unravels, or who's feeling you are putting first over others. You got your self here in the first place, you wouldnt be in this predicament if you had some sense about you; and stayed loyal to what we have built. And shit, even if you genuinely needed to fuck a girl, do better next time and fuck a woman who wont go round running your business, dumb boy. But you're too thick and pussy hungry to realise that' she seethed pushing at his chest with every last world.

'Jude, we are sooooooo done' you ridicule 'i cant actually emphasise it enough'

'We're not, technically can't be. Tiana, we havent been together since March, which is another reason I dont know why you're so angry'

You sneer, clenching your fists as your sides. Your nostrils flared, you decided against screaming or shouting; you didn't have the energy. So using up all the mature strength you could muster, you leave to go to your room. Genuine rage and shock slapped onto your facial features. You barge past him walking at high speed until he grips your wrist pulling you back to stand infront of him.

'Don't walk away from me when I''m speaking to you.' you snatch out of his harsh grasp.

You push at his chest, 'I've told you stop touching me, Jude. I'm walking away because this conversation can't be had with a 2 year old.'

'And who's the two year old?, I havent been the one throwing a fucking tantrum this whole time and gettting high thinking it’s cool, whilst an adult has been trying to have a mature conversation with you! He spits.

'A tantrum ? I have everyright to be fuming. You’re so lucky I'm high right now you should thank God because, if I was sober you know exactly what would happen' you threaten.

'Yeah I do know, because that’s the type of person you are. You’re so quick to dehumanise people',

“And rightfully so for you at least.. so... where do we go from here? Nowhere, bye. Shut the door after you'.

You push yourself off of the kitchen counter, that you were reluctantly leaning on.

'Stop fucking walking away from me. Tiana. We’re not finished. Act your fucking age', he exclaimed trapping you between himself and the counter, leaving no room for you too escape. Both his arms, decorated in bulging green veins, clenched either side of you.

He gets in my face as if you make it clear to me ‘I’m going to ask you again ok.. Why are you so fucking angry?'

'BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL FUCKING ME JUDE ME !!! WHAT DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!! you rage in this face.

You feel you're eyes watering again so you break out from his constraint and turn around to go a relight your blunt before taking another 3 tokes.

“What type of question is that-have you no emotional intelligence or sympathy?” you exhale

'Because you fly me out to Madrid to fuck and hang out. You choose to spend time with me when instead you could be with your family or friends. You come over here during you're off season to fuck me, kiss me, cuddle me, give me presents, bags and jewellery. You eat my ass, we've been fucking on my period for Gods sake - all these things have happened whilst we've been broken up. so dont - please dont try to play it like we're just sneaky links, sneaky links dont have history , sneaky links are not ex's'

'For Jobe’s birthday you flew me out, for Mark’s and Denise’s birthday you flew me out to celebrate with you and them. When you went to go check on your grandma I was there, all of this happened when we were broken up. Doesn’t this sound particularly “together” to you ?

'I explicitly rememeber telling you that if this was truly over than the fucking, and seeing each others family and all that had to stop, and then what did you do, you came to London the very next month and stayed 3 nights.'

'So excuse me for feeling cheated on, Jude’ you pant, out of breathe, you take some tissue roll from your counter top, wiping your eyes. Saying all of this makes you feel dumb, and taken advantage off.

He only looks at you, with regret, sympathy. Stillness befriended him. He turns around going to sit down.

“I wish you and Laura the best in the future.”

Jude sits down on your black fur rug, playing with his fingers, something he never did unless we was uncomfortable. His plump lips parted looking at the ground.

He clears his throat, his eyes glazed over. His tone was soft, you'd given a different persepctive he was to blind to have seen

'Love, I've tried to explain to you that there was no emotional connection there with Laura, she was something easy, she was something i used, as horrible as it sounds, to distract myself from the fact that i felt like i might lose you, the love of my life. But now that, well, we were back on track I feel the need to tell you because i don’t want anything in the way of our relationship progression. I - can assure all the while we have been sleeping with other, i swear i havent so much as touched another girl, this happened in early April before we started messing around again. When you gave me the expression it was really done. I needed to tell you about it today, because she’s been threatening to tell people and news outlets. And if she did that-“ he paused swallowing the lump in his throat.

'It would kill me Ti, you have to believe me, i don’t want to do this thing called life without, i'd rather die' he swears.

You stand there watching him, your blunt was now finished and to be honest you were so high, not even his most compassionate love poem would sober you up.

You start to clap, obnoxiously 'Weooooo, and the Oscar goes to Jude Belligoallll, wooooo', you fall into a fit of laughter.

He wasn’t amused. Not one bit. He looks directly at you, his widened eyes connecting with your red hazy ones.

You walk over to sit down infront of him on the floor. He listens attentively.

'Ok that was mean, sorry' you giggle

'Jude you can't hurt me and then apologize expecting everything to be better again, we need to - ' you hesistate trying to find the right words.

'To, level the score, surely. You play football baby, you know how it goes. We need to draw, right now its 1-0 to you. When I score, then its over right because then it'll be 1-1', you advise.

'Between me and you' I lean in closer, he stares following my lips.

'I like the look of Levi', you draw back, you lick your lips. The cotton mouth getting to you.

'I need water Jude, and you look like you've just seen a ghost. So I'll make that two waters, since you're not going to leave anytime soon right?'.

He snickers,a frown on his face when he grabs my jaw, tight.

'You're not going to do such a thing, not to me'

'So what? you can do it but I can't, boy please' you tut trying to leave from his grip.

'Sleep with him or any man for that matter and I swear I'll make you miserable' he swears

Your mouth drops, the audacity you think mentally

'Jude you're insane, clinically -'

' I mean just think of all the friends you've lost, because they were trying to fuck me, all those friends you've had to cut off are at my beck and call you know that right'

'You wouldnt dare' you snatch out of his grip on your jaw. You felt dizzy moving your head too fast, and the cali was only intensifiying both feeling of heartbreak and dizziness.

'I actually hate you Jude, oh my God, why would you say that?" you softly cried. It was such as slap in your face, espeically because those women he was mentioning were childhood bestfriends that it had taken you ages to get over, still to this day.

You stumble up, stomping into your room, slamming the door shut.

'What, are your feelings hurt baby?" he shouts after me, mockingly. His voice following me up the stairs.

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part 2 may have smut

this was requested, a toxic jude. this page is for my girls that have been through many toxic relationships. im here to heal you LMAOO

[spiderb00]

FROGS 'N CATS

Kang Haerin x reader 

“Just a cozy day with your girlfriend, Kang Haerin” 

Genre – Fluff   Warnings – None 

Now playing – Pink, by Wave To Earth

Your head rested gently on Haerin's lap, the younger girl's back comfortably pressed against one of the trees in the park. The sun was setting in pink colors, and you and your girlfriend were tempted not to go home – even though you knew you would have to go back eventually – and to continue listening to the soft sound of the leaves of the trees swaying. The caresses of the girl with cat eyes on your head were almost making you close your eyes, the whole quiet atmosphere was cozy, and some miracle seemed to have happened, because no one had pointed any camera in the face of the two of you or asked for autographs.   

"Oh! Look, Yn!" Your girlfriend's voice caught your attention, making you get up from Haerin's lap quickly and look where she was pointing.   

Expecting to see a wave of fans or paparazzi, you relaxed when you realized you were just a small frog.   

"He's pretty small..." You said, tilting your head to see the frog jumping near the nearby lake. "Is he still a toad child?" You said, laughing and getting giggles from your girlfriend.   

"No, some frogs only grow to a specific point." Haerin began to explain, having you completely mesmerized the second she started talking.   

You loved watching your girlfriend talk, you could listen to her forever. Haerin didn't say much, but she was always chattering more than usual with you, feeling comfortable sharing thoughts and being herself. Before you, Haerin only felt comfortable that way with the girls – especially Danielle – in the group, but after you invaded her heart, that changed.   

"Did you know that frogs actually breathe through their skin..." Haerin stopped talking when he saw the look you gave her. If it weren't for the darkness of the night, which had already arrived, she swore that you could see how she turned red under your gaze. "What's wrong-" 

Haerin was interrupted by you, attacking her face with kisses, distributing all over the younger girl's face, Haerin can't contain her laughter, and neither can she avoid blushing at your surprise attack of kisses.   

"Yn! Stop, someone can see us!" The black-haired girl said, still laughing at the tickle your kisses made on her cheeks.   

Giving your girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips, you walked away with a smile on your face, and the conviction that you left your girlfriend completely red and embarrassed. Haerin loved your displays of affection, but that doesn't mean she won't still be embarrassed if you're out in public.  

"I love it when you talk about the things you like, Kang Haerin!" You say, without taking the smile off your face, standing up and taking her hand in yours.     

"Come on, I know a very good restaurant not far from here, we can get takeout food and take it to the girls." You said, Haerin accompanying you with his hand firmly on yours.   

You two walked the streets quietly, voice after voice commenting on something that caught your attention. Haerin saw some things that she would definitely come back to buy at some cool stores, and you were euphoric whenever you saw something NewJeans-related on the streets.   

Entering the small establishment, you walked over to the counter, Haerin looking curiously around and spotting an elderly gentleman – who probably shouldn't be working anymore – talking to you. The small restaurant had a cozy feel, and reminded Haerin of restaurants she went to with her parents when she was a child.   

"Hello child, it's good to see you're back! What will you want today?" The old man asked you, the cat-eyed girl carefully watching your interaction with the old man.   

"Hello Mr. Jung? Are you alone today?" You asked, trying to peek into the open kitchen behind the man.   

"No. No need to worry, Doyun is in the kitchen, he's doing all the dishes today. The night is very calm." The old man said, smiling slightly at you and changing his gaze to a shy Haerin behind you and giving her a smile.   

"So, what will you and your friend want today?"   

After placing orders, you and Haerin have taken a table in the corner of the restaurant, waiting for the orders to be ready. When you finally had all the bags in your hands, you and Haerin walked to the dorm where your girlfriend and the girls lived. Arriving and handing over the bags and a hungry Minji eager to see what you two had brought for dinner.  

Fried rice and boiled pork dumplings gave off a wonderful smell throughout the girls' dorm, you, your girlfriend and the girls eating it all amidst conversations, Minji jokes (which earned her a few slaps from Hanni) and laughter. 

"I love spending days like this with you, Kang Haerin." You say, your girlfriend snuggling more in your arms on the bed where you were both lying.   

"Are you obsessed with calling me Kang Haerin, or what?" The younger girl said, blinking her eyes slowly at you.   

 "My Kang Haerin." You said, closing your eyes and hearing a soft giggle come from the lips of the girl next to you.   

Hey guys, I did this story very quickly because all I'm having inspiration to write lately is comfort, like, I can develop cute stories where the characters live everyday and cozy things.

Honestly, this is inspiring me and I'm managing to work on the requests, maybe it will take a while because I'm being a little demanding with myself, but it will come out.

I hope you are well and taking care of yourselves, stay safe

xoxo, spider.

[lovebugdrabbles]

“Wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you…”

Drabble abt falling asleep on Wriothesley's office couch <3

Notes: i hate him. he makes me sick. i want him dead. slash j but i understand the title when i think abt him. inspo was the nap that i need lmfao.

Warnings: none. pure fluff for once. truly a little shocking for my body of work tbh. 400 words.

Now playing.... ‘HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T’ by Fall Out Boy

It's not the ideal place to nap, but the duke's office is probably the safest place to catch some Zs in the fortress aside from his bed, of course. And napping with his coat thrown over you added an extra layer of security from the chill of the fortress and comfortability with the way his cologne and the smell of him stuck to the fabric draped over you. It almost lulled you further to sleep. 

Besides all that, you’re even safer now that he's long been done with his paperwork and is simply gazing lovingly, his head propped up on his hand as you snore away. 

He can’t lie about the situation however. He's a bit jealous of how you mumble in your sleep and nuzzle the throw pillow you’re laid on as you snooze, but when he's finally had enough of being green with envy for the inanimate object, he stands from his desk and walks over to the couch. 

He kicks his boots off and to the side next to your own shoes. He almost laughs at the socks he forgot he had on underneath, a gift from you. They’re blue ones patterned with seahorses, but the memory makes him smile and turn his attention to you again. 

He places his hands underneath you and when you stir, pushing him away and throwing your legs out of reflex he doesn’t mind and so softly explains, “Hey, It's me. it’s just me, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” before pecking you on the forehead

When you calm again he’ll gently hoist you into his arms and maneuver to lay the two of you on the couch. He lets you settle on his chest this time instead of the pillow, now confident in the layer of Him between you and the pillow. He throws the jacket out over the both of you now instead of wasting time looking for a spare blanket. 

You get comfortable on your mattress for a partner, legs getting a bit tangled up as the both of you cuddle up. He hears your breathing slow once more as you fall back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat going: Bump-bump. Bump-bump. 

He wonders when the moment would be interrupted by something needed in the fortress, but how could he care when you’re right here in his arms, once more sleeping happily and sleep was nipping at his own sea creature-themed socked heels. Even if something arose, the fortress could handle itself for as long as it took for him to take a very well-deserved nap...

Notes: fr need a nap tho. his chest is optional im just that tired.

[biblical-chronicles]

Ms. Lennon

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where Liam's brain short-circuits after meeting the daughter of a Beatle.

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“Another bloody farce,” Liam muttered, half to himself and half to Bonehead, who stood beside him nursing a beer at the award show pre-party.

Bonehead chuckled. “Every year, mate. You’d think you’d be used to it by now.”

Liam was about to retort when something caught his attention across the room. His words died in his throat, his grip on his pint tightening slightly.

You’d just walked in, chatting casually with someone, your laughter reaching his ears even over the din. You weren’t doing anything particularly dramatic—just brushing a hand over your hair and looking around—but Liam couldn’t seem to look away.

He froze, his mouth slightly open, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background.

Noel quickly noticed the sudden shift in his brother’s demeanor. He frowned, glancing at Liam’s face to then follow his gaze. It didn’t take long for him to spot you, and when he did, his expression split into a wide, mischievous grin.

“Christ almighty,” Noel said, nudging Liam’s arm. “It’s her, innit?”

Liam blinked, snapping out of his daze. “What’re you on about?”

Noel rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that. I’ve seen that look before. You’re starin’ at her like a teenager in a record shop.”

“Shut up, Noel,” Liam muttered, turning back toward his pint like it could shield him from the conversation.

But Noel wasn’t about to let it drop. “How long’s this been goin’ on, then? A few weeks? Months? Don’t think I’ve seen you this quiet since... well, ever.”

Liam scowled. “Piss off, yeah?”

“Ah, this is brilliant,” Noel said, laughing as he leaned closer. “You’re properly smitten. Who’d have thought?”

“I already told ya, go play in traffic,” Liam muttered, trying to seem unfased, but the red creeping up his neck betrayed him.

Noel wasn’t done yet. “You gonna stand here all night gawping at her, or are you actually gonna do summat about it?”

Liam tensed, gripping his pint harder. “It’s not like that.”

Noel raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Not like what? You’re practically droolin’, mate. You want me to go over, introduce meself, maybe mention you while I’m at it?”

Before Liam could respond, Noel made a show of taking a step toward you.

“Noel!” Liam snapped, grabbing his brother’s arm and yanking him back with more force than necessary.

Noel laughed, delighted. “Bloody hell, you’re proper wound up! What’s the matter? Worried I’ll charm her before you’ve had a chance?”

Liam glared at him, his jaw tight. “You don’t get it, alright?”

Noel cocked his head, still grinning. “What’s there to get? She’s fit, you fancy her, end of story. Grow a pair and go talk to her.”

Liam shook his head, glancing at you again. “It’s not that simple.”

Noel frowned, finally catching on to the seriousness in his brother’s tone. “Why? What’s the deal?”

Liam hesitated, looking at his pint for a long moment before finally muttering, “That’s Lennon’s family.”

Noel blinked, then let out a low whistle. “As in John Lennon?”

Liam nodded, his expression guarded.

Noel let out a disbelieving laugh. “Well, that explains a lot. You’re not just shittin’ yourself ‘cause she’s fit, you’re shittin’ yourself ‘cause she’s related to your celebrity crush number two. Christ, Liam, you’re a right mess.”

“Shut it,” Liam muttered, but there was no heat in his voice.

Noel shook his head, still grinning. “You’re actin’ like she’s got a crown on her head or summat, she’s just a person mate. A person you clearly fancy the arse off, but still.”

“Leave it, Noel,” Liam said, his voice low and tense.

Noel shrugged, taking a step back. “Alright, fine, your funeral. But don’t come cryin’ to me when someone else gets there first.”

With that, Noel wandered off, leaving Liam standing there with his pint and his thoughts. He glanced at you again, his chest tightening as you laughed at something someone said, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered to himself. “What am I even doin’?”

When he looked back in your direction you were suddenly walking—no, gliding, it felt like—straight towards him.

“No,” he muttered under his breath, glancing quickly over his shoulder as if to confirm there was someone else behind him. But no, it was him. You were coming toward him.

His heart did a little flip, and he forced himself to look the other way, pretending not to notice. Maybe if he looked bored enough, you’d change your mind, or someone else would intercept you.

But then, there you were, standing right in front of him, and his name fell from your lips like you’d known him for years. “Liam.”

He froze, his brain short-circuiting for a second before he looked at you, wide-eyed. “Oh, fuck, you know my name?” he blurted out, his voice almost a squeak.

You laughed softly, “Of course, I know your name. I’m a big fan. Been listening to you for a while now, would love to catch one of your gigs sometime.”

Liam blinked, then swore under his breath. “Oh, God, I said that out loud, didn’t I? Shit. Sorry, it’s just—I’m a big fan too. Of you. And your dad, obviously, but you—bloody hell, you’re brilliant too, not just your dad of course-.”

The words tumbled out of him in a rushed, jumbled mess, and by the end, he felt his cheeks burning. You just tilted your head, a little amused, a smile playing on your lips.

“It’s fine,” you said, your voice warm and teasing. “I get it, I do. I just wanted to come over and say hi.”

“Hi,” he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, trying to recover some bits of cool. “Right, yeah, hi.”

You took a half-step closer, your confidence catching him off guard. “You know,” you said, your tone light but with a flirtatious edge, “you’re even cuter in person.”

At that point Liam's brain almost shut off completely. “Cuter?” he echoed, the word foreign on his tongue.

“Mm-hmm,” you replied, your gaze locking onto his.

He stood there, stunned into silence for a beat too long, and you took some pity on him. “So,” you said, brushing your hair back casually, “are you free after the award show?”

“Fuck yes,” Liam answered immediately, far too quickly. The words shot out of him like a reflex, and he winced at himself.

You laughed, a bright, easy laugh that only made him feel warmer under his collar. “I’m glad,” you said, stepping even closer.

Before he could say anything else—before his brain could catch up with what was happening—you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

His breath hitched, and as you pulled back, your eyes lingered on his for just a moment longer than necessary. The air between you felt electric, and before he could process it, you leaned forward again, brushing your lips lightly over his.

It was barely a kiss, more a whisper of one, but it left him completely undone.

You stepped back, your smile soft and knowing. “See you near the front door in a few, yeah sweetheart?”

And with that, you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there awkwardly, his cheeks flushed red.

His hand flew to his lips as he watched you disappear into the crowd, and before he could stop himself, he whispered under his breath, “Well, fuck me sideways.”

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proper love the idea of Liam being shy and his brain short-circuiting over owt to be honest, so thank you me lovely anon for the request, hope you like it !!

(it honestly stresses me out when anons request like did you get to read it? did you like it? was it okay? love you still)

and ofc hope all you lovely lot enjoyed it as well xx

Noel version inspired by this one here

[kricketwritesstories]

Veritaserum or Dare

A Hogwarts Legacy Fic

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow/MC; Sebastian Sallow/reader

Summary: You and a bunch of your friends are at Hogwarts during Christmas break. Garreth overhears you explaining the muggle game truth or dare and decides to “enhance” it like one of his potion experiments.

Hilarity and confessions ensue

“What afraid of the truth Gaunt,” Imelda taunted.

Ominis chuckled, “It’s not me, it’s the rest of you I fear for…but if it’s truth you guys want don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Before anyone could protest he had already downed the vial of veritaserum Imelda was holding out for him.

“Well now you will all see what I’ve had to deal with for 6 years,” Sebastian said smugly before he drank his vial. He grimaced, “Good luck to us all!”

The odd circle of friends gathered around the fire of the Slytherin common room look at one another with excitement and apprehension. It was Garreth who suggested Veritaserum or Dare after overhearing you explain truth or dare to Imelda, Natty, and Poppy. How he got everyone to agree - specifically Ominis and Amit - was a mystery to everyone. He was the one who suggested to play in the Slytherin common room as well to “be as far away” from his aunts meddling as possible.

“The only reason I agreed to this is because Sebastian is the one who brewed this,” you admitted.

Sebastian’s cheeks reddened at your compliment and in that moment he was thankful he was seated the closest to the fire. His voice portrayed his usual confidence as he teased, “Here that Weasley? I’m the trusted potionier here!”

“Yea, yea,” the redhead dismissed, “let’s get this started before the effects wear off…with how strong this is we’ve got what an hour or two tops?”

The game commenced and after a few rounds everyone was frustrated. Not one person had picked truth. As frustrating as that was at least the dares were amusing:

Amit had to use the disillusionment charm and retrieve one of Professor Garlick’s undergarments. When he came back red faced and explained she didn’t own any, the roars of laughter echoed throughout the dungeon.

Natty had to run around the faculty tower in her animagus form without getting caught. Watching a gazelle attempting to go up and down the spiral stairs was too much. She was almost caught because the group of you watching couldn’t stop laughing. Professor Onai stepped out of her room at one point and looked around to find nothing there.

“Hearing wild animals in the hallways,” she said as she looked down at her mug and whistled lowly, “I better slow down on the fire whiskey.”

As soon as she went back inside the lot of you hauled ass back to the Slytherin common room and only then did you start laughing again.

Natty swatted Amit hard on his shoulder, “Don’t you ever try to mount me like I’m some kind of horse when I’m in my animagus form ever again or I’ll shove your precious telescope so far up you-“

“I’M SORRY I PANCIKED,” Amit cried running away from Natty, “YOU KNOW I CAN’T RUN FAST!”

Poppy had to down a shot of fire whiskey that Gareth had pilfered and then try to steal Leander’s toad that he left behind while he went home for the holiday. After several run ins with walls and hiccuping pleas that she would be a better owner than Leander, she finally got him.

“I’m *hiccup* keeping him. What kind of soulless *hiccup* git *hiccup* leaves a creature behind,” she declared before she started crying. It took several minutes of soothing and petting the toad to calm her down. She still cuddled him now and randomly reassured him that he was safe now she would treat him better anyway.

Imelda had to “makeout” with a portrait - specifically Sir Cadogan - and she did so with gusto and way too little shame.

“You know as amusing as all these dares I’ve witnessed tonight are,” Ominis deadpanned at the group, “what’s the point of downing vertaserum if we aren’t planning on taking advantage of its effects!”

No one spoke up.

“Fine I’ll start: truth ask me anything,” he sighed in frustration.

“Umm do you have a crush on anyone,” Natty piped up, unsure what else to ask.

“How original,” he sighed but there was no real venom in his voice, “I suppose if I didn’t have a crush on my girlfriend she would be highly put out don’t you think?”

The group gasped. You giggled furiously. Sebastian whipped his head around to his best friend, “Girlfriend?! What girlfriend? And wait why is y/n laughing? Did you know he has a girlfriend?”

“Yes and it’s not my turn,” you laughed as you answered strategically

“Traitors! The both of you,” he exclaimed, “well who is it?!”

“Sorry, my turn is over and it’s my turn to ask,” Ominis stated simply. He smiled as he heard the uptick of Sebastian’s heart. It was too easy…might as well make him sweat a bit.

“I think I shall ask….Imelda, truth or dare?”

“Truth, bring it Gaunt, I have nothing to hide,” she said proudly.

“The other day I was taking a walk outside, right around Kogawa’s office and summoners court,” Ominis started.

Imelda’s face fell immediately and she looked like she was about to be sick.

“As I walked past the room where the quidditch supplies are kept I couldn’t help but hear your outcries of distress,” Ominis grinned as he emphasized outcries, “or was it distress? Or rather the true question: what were you doing in there?”

Everyone looked at her expectantly. She gripped her mouth until her knuckles were white. She felt like she was going to be sick if she didn’t answer soon. “Oh come now Imelda, I thought you had nothing to hide,” Ominis teased mercilessly.

The serum was burning through her forcing the truth out. In one breath she exclaimed, “I was getting myself off on my broom.”

There was a beat of silence before everyone lost it. “I told you I wasn’t the one who should be afraid,” Ominis said smugly.

“I knew how much you loved flying but I didn’t KNOW how much you LOVED flying,” Natty said in between giggles.

“How does one even do something like that with a broom,” Poppy asked innocently confused.

“Good question Poppy,” Gareth interjected, “I dare you to show us how!”

All the girls threw pillows at him shouting choruses of, “You’re disgusting!” and “How dare you?!”

Imelda sat a little straighter, “Too bad. My turns over and you know what Sallow you’ve been a bit too quiet.”

Sebastian’s eyes went wide, “So wait, I didn’t say anything like these guys - all I did was laugh - and you’re after me now?!”

“Afraid of the truth Sallow,” Imelda dared, knowing Sebastian never backs down from a challenge.

“Absolutely not, fire away,” he declared with forced casualness.

“Last year,” she started slowly.

You, Sebastian, and Ominis tensed slightly and stole glances at one another.

“There was a rumor that you took the fall for breaking into the restricted section for this one,” she nodded her head at you, “Why?”

You cut in laughing, “Everyone knows he likes having people owe him favors so -“

“I thought she was gorgeous and I wanted to both impress and protect her,” he admitted with a red face, not daring to look in your direction.

As a chorus of “ooos” and “I knew it”s rang out you reached for the fire whiskey so you could blame your deep red body blush on that instead of Sebastian’s admission.

“Hey that’s not butter beer,” Poppy whispered knowing you never touch fire whiskey.

“I know,” you whispered back right before you downed a huge gulp.

“Gareth,” Sebastian said briskly, determined to get the spotlight off him, “who’s name do you pant when you get off - anyone here?”

This is when Sebastian finally looks at you. He has a triumphant grin as he’s sure his point is about ready to be proven.

“Poppy,” Gareth said sheepishly.

Poppy immediately spit her butter beer out and it sprayed all over Amit.

“I’m sorry,” Gareth winced, “I didn’t mean for you to find out my feelings for you this way.”

He shot a glare at Sebastian at the same time you shouted, “HA! I told you he was never flirting with me that we’re just friends!”

Sebastian gaped open mouthed between Poppy (who had just taken another shot of fire whiskey herself) and Gareth.

“But…but I swear he was all over you and flirting all last year,” Sebastian doubled down.

“Yea I was,” Gareth explained as he scratched the back of his neck, “I thought if I flattered her she would be able to get me an in with Poppy. Y/n is the first person to gain any headway with her so….”

“Wait a minute,” Amit piped up, “why does it matter to you if he was flirting with her or not?”

Ominis chuckled, but said nothing.

“Yea and why is it so important that Sebastian know that he wasn’t y/n,” Natty asked knowingly.

“And those are the million Knut questions aren’t they,” Ominis said smugly as he raised his glass of butter beer and took a drink.

“Wh- wh- who’s turn is it now,” you asked in a high pitched voice.

“Everyone’s gone but you sweetheart,” Gareth said.

“Knock that off Weasley or I swear to Merlin I will curse you so badly your future generations will feel it,” Sebastian barked.

You could hear a pin drop as everyone turned to stare at him. Everyone, except for you, was holding in so much laughter it hurt.

“DARE,” you screamed to break the tension, “I will take any dare you throw at me right now!”

The heads that were turned on Sebastian all creepily turned towards you with that same “cat who got the cream” facial expression. You shuddered as you realized your mistake, and braced for what was to come.

“I DARE you,” Gareth declared with purpose, “to tell your crush that you like him.”

Sebastian held his breath. He was torn between loudly protesting and begging Merlin that it was him. All those feelings still when he saw a tear stream down your face - then all he felt was anger.

“Look what you did Weasley,” he said enraged as he pulled out his wand, “couldn’t give her a break? Or be more original?”

“It’s okay I’m just scared of rejection and I definitely didn’t want to say these words with an audience but if I don’t say it I’m going to explode,” you explained quietly as you put a hand on Sebastian’s arm to lower his wand.

He turned to face you and you looked up at him through your lashes.

“I love you Sebastian,” you said in a small voice, “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you in our common room, pacing in concentration nose deep in a book. When you called me a kindred spirit I thought for sure you could see I was a goner. I come with a lot of baggage and we’re so close as friends. I understand if this puts you off and you want space from me.”

Sebastian just stared open mouthed back at you. He did so a beat too long and you start walking to your dorm while furiously wiping at your face, “I’m off to bed. Happy Christmas guys!”

When you were completely out of the room everyone turned their eyes to Sebastian who was still frozen in place.

“SALLOW YOU ABSOLUTELY ARSE! I MAY FUCK MY BROOM ON OCCASION BUT THAT’S NOTHING COMPARED TO HOW BADLY YOU JUST FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW,” Imelda screeched and cringed at her own admission. Her anger for her friend overriding her embarrassment.

“Imelda is spot on Sebastian,” Ominis sighed in judgment as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Suddenly he stood up and announced, “Sebastian: you’re not allowed back in our room until after you’ve fixed this, you utter imbecile. Garreth, you don’t deserve Poppy, but she seems to be into you despite your revelations. Don’t. Muck. It. Up. She’s not a potion to be experimented with. Natty, Poppy - you two are lovely, never change. Amit: good luck not picturing Professor Garlick naked from now on. Imelda: you fuck your broom, enough said. Now goodnight!”

Everyone was silently holding their breath as he headed towards his room. Right before he walked out of eye sight he turned around and said, “Oh yes, and Sebastian? I’m courting Anne, because I am a man who can express his feelings and do something about them. I’m blind not dumb.”

After a few moments of silence Garreth shrugged and spoke up, “He did warn us about him joining in. He was not kidding.”

“I’m - regrettably - a Gaunt. We don’t kid,” Ominis shouted from the hallway, “and before you comment I’m blind not deaf and you have the shrillest voice I’ve ever heard from a man Garreth!”

“What are you still doing here,” Amit questioned the still frozen Sebastian.

“I think he’s still in shock,” Natty giggled.

“HEY SALLOW! HAVE YOU BEEN PETRIFICUS TOTALUSED?! NO? THEN GO FIX THIS NOW OR SO HELP ME I WILL HEX YOU MYSELF,” Poppy threatened.

That snapped Sebastian out of it and he turned to look at Poppy. When he saw the dangerous look in her eyes he scrambled tripping over his feet and took off for your dorm.

“That…was incredibly sexy,” Gareth said as he slid closer to Poppy, “I knew you had a little Gryffindor inside you….would you liked some more?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as Imelda yelled at him and Poppy giggled.

“Buy me a butterbeer first and then we’ll talk,” she said flirtatiously.

Sebastian could barely hear the roar of his friends’ laughter over the rapid beating of his heart. He knocked on your door a couple times before coming in. You were sat on the side of your bed with your back to him.

“Go away Sebastian. I don’t want your pity,” you said tiredly, “I know I’m a lot to deal with so I’m not surprised and you don’t have to worry I won’t fawn all over you.”

Hearing your self deprecating side hurt him to his core and gave him the strength he needed. In a couple quick strides he made it over to face you. Then he said something you did not expect:

“I know you didn’t take the veritaserum,” he said softly.

“What are you talking about,” you said defensively.

He gave you a knowing look and you sighed, “How did you know?”

It was his turn to sigh as he sat next to you on your bed tilting his body to face you.

“Because I know you. You’re so caring and responsible I know that there is no way that you would ever risk accidentally letting out the…how shall I say…more confidential details about last years events. Which is something I didn’t even think about, no surprise there,” he reasoned before giving you that lopsided grin that made you weak in the knees, “and I might have definitely seen you put the full vial in your pocket when you thought no one was paying attention. And if there’s one thing I do thoroughly is pay attention to you.”

“Sebastian don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel bet - OH MERLIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING,” you exclaimed as he bent over you to root through your right pocket.

“See I pay attention,” he said with a grin before he downed the serum, “Just in case the first batch wore off…I need you to know I’m being completely honest.”

He waited a moment and then stood up to move in front of you. You couldn’t stop the billions of butterflies that fluttered around in your stomach as he crouched down and gently took your hands in his.

You’d never seen him look this serious - well other than his frustrated and angry seriousness from last year. This was different. This was softness and so very vulnerable.

“The day you came bursting in the great hall out of breath but still maintaining a confidence that showed us all you belong here…I just knew you were special. I was hoping desperately you’d be sorted in Slytherin. I chided myself for that. See I know everyone thinks I’m a big flirt but it’s not on purpose. I can’t help how naturally charming I am,” he visibly cringed after he said that last sentence.

You chuckled and gave him a deadpan look.

“Okay yea, maybe you’re right and I am a but arrogant, I heard it then,” he admitted and shook his head, “regardless, love and those kind of relationships just weren’t on my priority list. Anne and I went through so much. When I wasn’t at Hogwarts I was just trying to survive being around my Uncle and how he treated me. Then when I was here I had my sister and Ominis and my studies - and yes okay being generally popular has been fun. Yep heard it that time too - Merlin I didn’t know I thought so highly of myself!”

“Go on,” you encouraged through your soft laughter, “before the serum wears off and I don’t believe a word you’re saying.”

“I know you’re teasing but ouch. You’re right though. When you came over and spoke to me I called you a kindred spirit because I knew if I said soulmate I would’ve scared you away. It didn’t make sense to me I didn’t even know you but you felt like home almost immediately. Then you knocked me on my ass and I was done for, I had to do whatever I could to be close to you. I do pay attention. I look for you everywhere when we’re not together. I come up with any excuse I can to be near you. Then when everything went sideways you stayed by me even when I was nasty to you, when I cursed you, when I took more than I gave. I was horrible and I don’t deserve you. You. Beautiful. Incredible. Kind. Feisty. Witty. Intelligent. Wonderful you. I love you darling, I’ve been yours since I laid eyes on you.”

Tears spilled from your eyes as you lunged forward to capture his lips in a kiss. He responded in kind and as the kiss deepened you grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled him up onto the bed with you. Neither of you broke the kiss during this, each of you needing the other more than air.

He caged you between his arms and the bed. Then just as suddenly as it started he pulled away looking confused and slightly upset.

Your mind started racing: did you go too far, did he change his mind now that you’ve kissed, were you a bad kisser?!

“Wait a minute,” he said slowly processing something as he looked towards your door, “Did Ominis say that he’s dating Anne - as in my twin sister Anne?!”

You burst out laughing underneath him, “You’re slow, but you get there!”

While he was distracted you used your legs to flip him over on his back so you were on top straddling him. You smirked as you took in his shocked and reddened face. Thank Merlin for all that galavanting in the highlands, you were a lot stronger than you looked

“Now that I’ve knocked you on your ass again, how about we put Ominis and Anne on hold and focus on you and me, huh,” you said lowly causing Sebastian to shiver.

He reached a hand out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear and whispered, “Merlin I love you!”

His face broke out in a devilish grin, “I could get used to this view you know.”

Normally you’d blush and turn into a puddle at his words. Not tonight, not now that you know he feels the same.

“Well then let’s experiment and see how many ‘views’ we can come up with,” you said suggestively.

Sebastian gulped but maintained his confidence when he spoke, “I am a sucker for research and experiments. And we do have a lot of time to make up for, don’t we darling?”

As you both got lost in one another you didn’t hear what was going on outside your door.

“Well I guess I’m not sleeping in my room tonight,” Imelda sighed, “I mean good on them - about time honestly. However I don’t even want to sleep in this house tonight, Sallow seems like a screamer to me.”

“You would know,” teased Poppy referring to Ominis hearing Imelda having fun with her broom

“That’s it you’re never touching firewhiskey again,” Imelda scolded as her cheeks heated up, “can I stay in your room Natty, since Poppy here is being a jerk.”

Natty put an arm around Imelda and smiled warmly at her.

“Of course you can, my friend…just uh…leave your broom behind please,” she joked and then bolted before Imelda could hex her.

“OH COME ON, YOU TOO,” Imelda shouted as she took off after her back to the common room where Garreth and Amit were still lounging.

“Do you think she gets splinters…you know….there,” a wide eyed Amit asked Garreth.

“Weasley. You. Are. DEAD,” Imelda yelled as she pulled out her wand.

“WHY ME,” he shrieked.

“Because this game was your damn idea to begin with now stay still you rotten bastard,” she ordered.

“POPPY SAVE ME! YOU’RE SCARY ENOUGH ON FIREWHISKEY TO TAKE HER! HELP!,” Garreth screeched as he ran.

In that moment you broke your kiss with Sebastian. You looked absolutely panicked as you whisper yelled, “Oh no Professor Weasley! I can hear her voice coming from the common room she sounds horrified! Merlin she’s going to kill us if she finds us like - Seb why are you laughing? Seb come on this is serious! She’s got that shrill upset tone she gets when she’s livid.”

“Just trust me, we’re safe. Now kiss me,” he promised.

“Screw it, you’re worth all the detentions!”

With that the two of you became lost in one another once more. It was a Happy Christmas indeed!

[gracie-eilish]

your girl💋

summary: you and billie are hanging with friends and she’s feeling a little flirty and confident😉

an: i got my nails done today so i typed this with long nails for the first time in forever. so please excuse any typos my nails may have caused and i missed🤦‍♀️🫠

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The party buzzed with warmth and laughter as I arrived, shaking off the cold from outside. I tossed my coat onto the pile on the couch in the front room and made my way down the hall toward the chatter and music. “Hellooooo!” I called, announcing my arrival.

A wave of greetings rippled through the room, faces lighting up as they saw me. “Finally!” Kayleigh exclaimed, rushing over to hand me a drink. “We were about to send a search party!”

“Studio ran late, and then, of course, traffic,” I explained, taking a grateful sip. “But I’m here now!”

Kayleigh looped her arm through mine, dragging me into the kitchen. Taylor, Gracie, and Claudia were huddled there, laughing over some snacks. “Look who finally decided to join us!” Kayleigh announced dramatically.

Gracie grinned, tossing a pretzel into her mouth. “About time, Caroline. We were starting to think Billie was gonna pout all night without you.”

“Pouting?” I laughed, grabbing a piece of chocolate from the counter. “What does she have to pout about? I’m here now.”

“She literally sighed and stared at the door every five minutes,” Taylor chimed in with a smirk.

“Like a lovesick puppy,” Claudia added, feigning dreamy eyes.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “She’s ridiculous,” I muttered, warmth blooming in my chest at the thought.

Gracie leaned in conspiratorially. “You know she’s been winning Uno just to take out her frustration, right?”

“Oh no,” I groaned, laughing. “I better go save everyone before she gets too competitive.”

“Please do,” Taylor begged. “She’s one step away from flipping the table.”

Leaving the girls behind, I made my way into the living room. Billie was mid-game, her brow furrowed in concentration as she slapped down a card with force. “Reverse!” she announced triumphantly, earning a groan from Ava.

“You’re evil,” Ava muttered, glaring at her dwindling deck.

“Evil? No, I’m strategic,” Billie shot back, grinning smugly.

Finneas shook his head. “You can’t call it strategic when it’s pure luck, Billie.”

“Luck?” Billie gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? This is pure skill, Finneas.”

“Skill, my ass,” Zoe interjected, slapping a Draw Four card on the pile. “That’s for earlier, Billie. Enjoy.”

The room erupted in laughter as Billie let out an exaggerated, “Nooooo!” clutching her chest as if mortally wounded.

“Play it, loser,” Jane teased. “Let’s keep it moving.”

Moments later, Billie redeemed herself with a Wild card, and the room exploded in protests as she yelled, “Uno! And… game!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Sabrina groaned, tossing her cards onto the pile.

Billie stood up, arms raised in victory. “That’s right, bow down to your champion!”

“Sit down,” Finneas said flatly, though he couldn’t hide his grin.

As Billie did a playful victory lap, her eyes landed on me. Her smug grin softened into something more playful as she called out, “Baby!”

All heads turned toward me, and before I could respond, Billie smirked and added, “Come give your girl a kiss, mama.”

The room erupted in whistles and teasing laughter. My jaw dropped, a mix of laughter and embarrassment bubbling up as my cheeks turned bright red. “Oh my God,” I muttered, making my way over to her.

Billie met me halfway, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me in for a deep kiss. My giggle was muffled against her lips as the room whooped and hollered.

“Get a room!” Zoe yelled playfully.

“You’re just jealous,” Billie shot back, pulling away just enough to smirk at her.

“That I don’t have to put up with your Uno tyranny? Not really,” Zoe quipped.

Ignoring the banter, Billie looked back at me, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’m her girl,” she declared proudly, her arm tightening around my waist. “See that? Hers. Me. I’m her girl.”

“Literally the most obnoxious winner I’ve ever seen,” Finneas muttered.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Billie replied, guiding me back to the couch.

We settled in, her arm draped over my shoulders as I nestled into her side. Someone suggested putting on a Christmas movie, and the group began debating between classics and modern options.

When the drinks ran low, Billie stood, tugging me along. “C’mon, babe. Let’s go grab more drinks.”

In the kitchen, she turned soft, her teasing arrogance melting away. “How was your day, baby?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“Busy,” I admitted. “But good. The song’s coming together.”

She smiled, her fingers grazing mine as she handed me a glass. “I’m proud of you, you know that?”

I softened under her gaze, squeezing her hand. “I know. Thank you.”

As we headed back to the living room, Billie stopped abruptly, her eyes darting upward. I followed her gaze to the mistletoe hanging in the doorway.

“C’mere, girly,” she said, wiggling her fingers for me to come closer. “I want another kissy.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out as I wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. The group’s cheers echoed around us, Zoe yelling, “Again? Seriously?”

“Get used to it,” Billie shot back, kissing my cheek. “She’s mine, remember?”

“Tragic for us,” Jane teased.

We rejoined the group on the couch, Billie pulling me close again. “I love showing you off,” she whispered against my temple.

I smiled, resting my head on her shoulder. “And I love that you’re mine.”

The movie began, but I barely noticed. Being wrapped up in Billie’s arms felt like the only place I wanted to be.

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an: hope you enjoyed! i think i decided im a fluff girly, but i have no aversion to smut if i ever really learn to write it lol! send in requests! love you!💋💋💋💋

[sleepy-aletheas]

I think we tend to pit Alhaitham and Kaveh as absolute opposites too often. It's always "one is loud, the other silent" or "one is warm and the other cold" or my favorite (i say sarcastically) "one is overemotional and the other is emotionally unavailable".

Am I gonna harp on the dehumanization of Alhaitham, because his rbf and title of genius makes it so easy to do? :) ...no, not this time, I swear. I stood on that defensive soap box a few too many times already. What I wanna point out how similar their personalities are through their communication/public perception way.

For one side comment before the comparison; their mirroring needs to have a common thing they can reflect off together, or they simply would never find the answers they need. Mindless reflections would just muddle their understanding of one another and themselves.

That being said...

I think all of us fell into the "let's make Alhaitham speak short and to the point" mindset. It's easier to think of him that way — he stands idly by, listening into conversations, and already contemplating the truth about what is going on. But I swear, when he opens his mouth, then he speaks, and not just factually. He wants others to come to their own conclusions, to find the truth of the matter on their own. He tosses some information here and there to lead people on the right path, and then steps back to observe. He is also someone who uses a lot of sarcasm and avoids direct answers for the most mundane things, obscuring his own truth along it. He doesn't mind going on and on to explain things, to take his time and be helpful when someone genuinely seeks answers. Is he blunt? In a sense, yes. Maybe clinical is the way I like to think of it. He often doesn't overstep boundaries (the only one who fully gets his opinion stated is Kaveh, but they're each other's exceptions anyway), so really, the "bluntness" is more of a disregard to "overfriendliness" that is seen as politeness towards strangers or the public at large.

Kaveh on the other hand is perceived as loud and passionate to its own downside, really. Can he be either of these things? Absolutely. He has the passion of a sun, the ambition of a tide. But it's usually perceived by people as overfriendliness and an emotionally charged thing, when he really is more, and I can't really find the right word for it so I'll go with, reserved. He is polite and tries to be as helpful to others as he can be, but he doesn't really divulge that much of himself. He focuses on others, but tries to keep the attention on them or the situation and not himself too much. He will toss in tidbits of himself here and there, but that doesn't mean he's suddenly spilling all his secrets — he keeps to himself, even if his outgoing personality makes it seem he doesn't. He can keep a cool head and be analytical (architect or not, he's still a scholar through and through), and his contemplation is more of a quiet moment that he doesn't mind vocalize to gain more input from the outside. His friendliness is seen as openness, when really he's just playing the social game, keeping his true self away from public eyes (Alhaitham is one of the few, if not the only one, who gets his full opinion, not sanitized, but candid, off the cuff that doesn't need to be "pleasant" and "for polite company").

Both of them use silence and vocalization in equal measure, just in different ways to divert attention from themselves. Alhaitham seemingly riddles people's attention span into a twist until they give up aften not being patient enough to decode it; Kaveh on the other hand speeds through pleasantries to get to the bottom of the problem so no one has, or can, focus on him specifically. Alhaitham doesn't see the point of the social game, and because he doesn't care about the public's opinion of him, he doesn't play along; Kaveh's reputation and work hinge on people's thoughts and knowledge of him, so he plays along, because people being kind to you (because they know you're kind) makes life easier. Two approaches, two ways of keeping their public perception away from their private one.

It's also why their conversations (or old married bickering, either wording works) are often so "explosive". One uses a direct approach to leave the vulnerability hidden, the other leads the attention away from vulnerability through convoluted misdirection; and both of them know this, and it's frustrating. And exhilarating. Because they're going down two paths that end up at the same destination; seemingly parallel lines that are actually intersecting lines.

They are two mirrors that reflect the same object, but one sees the object's shadow and the bright world around, the other sees the object clearly, but the world in shrouded in shadows. Who is who, doesn't really matter, because both of them can fit this.