#might reblog for the day crowd when I wake up

[chestnutisland]

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Ghost & König w/ an S/O who Wears Glasses

Warnings: Brief mention of sex, No pronouns used for Reader except for 'You', implications of violence (not towards Reader), wholesome content on the whole, etc.

Ghost

If you can't see jack shit without your glasses, this man is relentless.

Hides your glasses where you can't reach them if he's bored and looking for amusement.

Won't do this if there are any dangerous obstacles around, though; he's not a monster.

He is, however, cruel (on occassion).

"Babe, have you seen my glasses?"

Ghost, wearing them , knowing full well you can't see them: "Nope, sorry. Want me to help you look?"

Knows what actually annoys you, and will make a concerted effort to not do that.

Won't just randomly tear your glasses of your face and be like: "WoAh, ThEsE aRe StRoNg! HoW cAn YoU wEaR tHeSe EvErYdAy? HoW cAn YoU sEe ThRoUgH tHeM??"

Gets mad angry if someone else does that to you.

Especially if it's someone you don't know, either well or at all.

He will straight-up snatch those glasses back off them and give them a Glasgow Kiss (or a punch; he'll try and avoid a migraine, if possible).

They're the ones who will be needing glasses by the time Simon's done with them.

Ghost thinks your glasses make you look really attractive :-),

Thinks they make you look intellectual and refined - like "A hot teacher."

"...What do you mean by that, Si?"

He may ask you to keep them on during sex :>.

He thinks they make you look that hot.

He obviously thinks you look just as attractive without them, though <3.

König

In a similar vein to how Ghost thinks you look like "A hot teacher," König thinks you look "Cool" when you put your glasses on: "Like Clark Kent and Superman!"

Gets excited when you put them on, so he'll basically always have them to-hand in case you ever ask for them.

Need them to see when you wake up in the morning? BAM, König's got the case in his hand right now.

He also keeps track of all your other belongings, too, for the days when you lose your glasses and need a really specific thing and can't find it because everything's blurry.

"Köni, please would you pass me-"

"Here's your notebook, laptop, pastel highlighters and a snack. Was there anything else, my love :>?"

Is constantly aware that your visual impairment may affect your ability to gauge distance.

If you get new glasses or are getting used to contacts, he'll keep you close to him until you're able to get used to the new adjustments.

If you're outside in a crowded city or somewhere similar, he'll have an arm around your shoulder all the time, using his immense height and build to act not only as a force field, but a deterrent against others who might come too close to you.

He sometimes gets a fright when you take your glasses off because he thinks you're a different person for a few moments.

Same as when he's drunk and trying to push you away because "I'm already taken~" not realising it's actually you just trying to get him home before the sun rises.

"Come on, champ, let's get you home--"

"No! I'm going home with (Y/N)!"

"I am (Y/N)!"

If he's anything, it's loyal, and, though a bit of a hindrance to you both getting home, you find it massively endearing :-).

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Habits 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Andy Barber, Cole Turner (Professor AU)

Summary: your life is thrown into chaos after a night out goes awry.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.

Professor Barber wraps up the lecture. You sit near the front despite your urge to hide from everyone and everything. You slowly pack up as the rest of the class does the same. They’re faster than you. Your next class is an hour off and you don’t have much else to do. 

You check your phone. Even if Mercedes messaged, you wouldn’t answer and yet the fact that she hasn’t irks you even more. Is she still sleeping off the night or does she not even realise what happened to you? You can’t help but ask why she wasn’t there waiting for you to wake up. 

“Hey, you okay?” The deep voice draws you out of your trance. 

Your bag strap catches on the armrest before you can turn. You untangle it and peer down the few rows to the front of the hall. The professor stands looking expectantly up at you. You blink and glance around. Everyone else is gone. 

“Yeah, sorry,” you walk along the row to the centre aisle and descend the steps, “heading out.” 

“I’m not chasing you off,” he insists, “Coral, right? You were in my Intro class last year.” 

“Uh, yeah, I was,” you reply. 

“Well, happy to have you back.” 

“Yeah, good to be back,” you say. 

“You sure everything’s alright?” He asks. 

“Super,” you lie and fake a smile. “Thanks. Have a good day, Professor.” 

You leave before he can interrogate you. He's experienced enough that you’re sure he could make you crack just as if you were on the stand. You might not have anything you have to do, but you do need another coffee before you face your next lecture. 

Your second class is in a smaller room. Instead of the typical rows of crowded chairs and lap desks, there are full tables. You sit at one, notebook out, phone face down, ready to forget real life for that three-hour block. Your mother’s voice rings in your head; ‘fuck-up’. 

You’re going to prove her wrong. You’re going to prove everyone wrong, even yourself. You can do this. You’re not stupid, you’re just... careless. Last night was a lesson and you came to learn. You sniff and subtly swipe away the tears before they can fall. 

The professor gives you a ten-minute break. Your stomach is acid and your body is brittle. You’re starting to really feel it all. You go the bathroom and whimper as you sit. You didn’t feel the bruises before. You’re used to a bit of chafing between your thighs but ouch, those are tender. 

You wash your hands and head back to class. You take your phone out of your pocket. Still no message from Mercedes, but there is one waiting for you from an unknown number. You move out of the way of another student and unlock your phone. 

You tap the conversation. ‘Still think of last night’. The message floats above a video. You hit play and watch. Your knees buckle. 

You see your own drunken face reflected in a dirty mirror. You recognise the club counters as you bend over the sink, body jerking as a large hand holds your head up. You moan senselessly as your eyes droop and your tongue lolls out. The man behind you keeps his face out of frame as he grunts and thrusts into you. 

You spin so your back hits the wall and you cover your mouth with your hand. Your head spins and you turn to sprint back to the bathroom. You burst in, ignoring the other girls at the sink and race into a stall. You spit bile into the toilet. 

Holy shit. No. No. You woke up in a fucking hospital and you didn’t even realise what happened to you. You didn’t even think of it. How fucking stupid can you be? 

You brace the seat of the toilet and heave. You steady your breath. In, out. You flush and go back out to wash your hands and mouth. You block out the world around you. 

You go back to class and sit down. You stare at the whiteboard and wait for the lecture to continue. It’s all you can do to keep from falling apart. 

By the end, your notes are mindless scribbles. You can’t focus. You leave, the first one out unlike the last class. 

You can’t stop. You don’t know where you’re going, you just need to be alone. You can’t think. What are you supposed to do? Do you tell someone? Show someone the video? 

You stumble and slump onto a bench. You bend over and cradle your head as you try to contain the chaos. Why would you do that? You’re going into law, you know what happens to people like you. No one listens and if they do, the odds of something being done is low. Minuscule. That’s why you’re doing PR law, not the criminal brand. 

Your eyes tinge as you sit up and stare off into the distance. You went out, got drunk, took a pill, did everything they warn you not to do and you got exactly what you asked for. This is the consequence of your own behaviour. Even if that creep took advantage of you, you served yourself up on a platter. 

You pull out your phone. You’re deleting it. The conversation, the video, the everything. You can only be grateful that your mind already wiped the memory. It’s the only thing you have to be grateful for. 

You bring up the conversation, trying not to see the video, but another message is there. 

‘Did you have a good class?’ 

Fuck no. Delete. Gone. Whoever he is, he can rot. You don’t want to know, not ever. And no one else can know.  

It never happened. 

[lady-rose-moon]

Wildest Dreams || Loki x Reader || 18+

Hellooooo everybody this is the insight into the fic that I shall be hopefully really proud to post! I'm going to post the prologue for you to read in this, let me know your theories in the comments and reblogs about what might be going on <3 I'll be setting up a taglist for this as well so please do tell me if you want to be tagged!!!

PROLOGUE

A golden castle always came to you in a dream, surrounded by beautiful gardens and bluer skies than you’d ever seen on Earth before. There were so many colours in the sky, so many beautiful reflections in your paradise that you could never find in your dull life on Earth. The greenest grass beneath your feet felt softer than any of the grass you’d ever felt before. The gentle breeze seemed to have a faint sense of magic if anyone would believe it as it brushed your hair away. This dream was your paradise, your little getaway from the boring, grey reality you lived in.

Waking up was the worst part of your day, leaving your little slice of paradise hidden away in a dream to return to the Real World. Sitting up in bed, you savoured those extra moments of drowsiness before swinging your legs over the side of the bed and rising to meet the day. After a shower and your hair and skin routine, you started to feel more like yourself but your mind lingered on the beauty of your dream as you counted the coins that would buy you your morning coffee down at your favourite shop a few blocks away.

You grabbed your keys from the dish by your apartment door and headed out into the world, turning the key in the lock before walking away. Stepping out onto the street, you were met with the usual bustle of London and quickly joined the crowd, head low and avoiding any kind of interaction with any other human being. It wasn’t far to the coffee shop but it was far away enough that your mind drew back to your dream, your walk becoming autopilot.

As you thought about the golden palace walls from your dreams, you heard a horn and felt a strong arm grab you around your waist, pulling you close and away from danger. Shocked, you froze as the car zoomed past, a faint ‘watch where you’re going, numpty’ being thrown out of the window with no care for stopping.

“Are you alright?” came a voice from beside you, startling you away from your thoughts and you stared up in shock at the man holding you, the man that had just saved your life. His eyes were a beautiful emerald green, his ebony hair reached his shoulders in beautiful curls and his suit. His suit. A simple one yet the green and gold accents all about it complimented him so well that you couldn’t imagine anyone else wearing such an expensive suit. “Hello?” the man asked, gaining your attention yet again and you startled when you saw a smirk form on his lips as your cheeks heated up with embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you replied instantly, pushing away from the man in a hurry, brushing your clothes off then offering him a polite smile, “thank you, for saving my life. Nobody else would’ve done it.”

The man chuckled, bowing his head as his shoulders shook with his amusement. You grimaced, not appreciating this man laughing before you as you assumed he was laughing at how pathetic you sounded. Yet, when he replied, it only shocked you more. “Darling, anyone who would not stand up to the Goddess of Death to save your life is no worthy man. Adieu.”

With that, the man turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd. Immediately, you sobered and called out to him, “you can’t say something straight out of a fantasy novel then leave me on my own!”

But the man was gone.

Your day continued as usual after that experience. You grabbed your coffee, headed to your job and worked the 9-5 then proceeded on your way home. It wasn’t exactly an easy day. Angry customers calling up every few seconds, shouting abuse down the phone and you pretending to care as you sipped your long cold coffee and assisted them in the best way possible without hurling abuse right back at the disrespectful pricks.

With a sigh, you began your journey home. The trees were blowing in the breeze, cars filled the streets as was usual for London during rush hour – any hour really. That’s why you secured a job pretty close to home, so you could easily walk there and back in at the most around 45 minutes. You’d almost forgotten the man from this morning until you collided with a hard chest and long fingers reached out to hold you steady.

Looking up, your face paled with embarrassment as you realised that it was the same man that had saved you this morning. His hair was now tied up in a half up-half down man bun but even that suited the man. His suit was replaced with a nice dress shirt, waistcoat and black trousers but damn did he suit them anyway.

“Ah, so you’re the clumsy type, is that it?” the man joked with a grin as your cheeks tinted red and you avoided looking at him. Amused by your behaviour, the man cooed and continued, “don’t be embarrassed, darling, happens to the best of us.”

Scoffing, you pushed away from him and passed him, grabbing your keys from your pocket as you saw your apartment building not that far off. “I’m not clumsy, you just caught me at a vulnerable moment. Twice,” you shrugged and saluted him sarcastically, “adieu.”

As you walked off, the man simply stood watching you, his grin turning to a sad smile as he whispered, “adieu, darling.”

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[yuyu1024]

Wallflower

Pairings: Mingi × y/n

Genre/tags: fluff and sweet. College au, classmates became partners for a project. He got interested first

Warning: cursing, mention of weight, fluff [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.1k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Repost. I accidentally deleted my acct. 🥲

Likes and reblogs is much appreciated ♥️

My day started a bit hectic. I woke up late, didn't catch the bus on time and then had a hard time getting to my classes as school today is crowded.  The university is having a weeklong festival which does not affect the classes that much but it affects my timetable. My classes are from building A to C, then C to D then to A most of the time which means a lot of walking or running around to get in class. But having groups of people in line to something or all waiting for elevators will definitely ruin my routine.

I can't be pissed about it because it's not their fault that I got classes with this difficult schedule. All I can do is hope and pray I don't be late.

"Ugh!" I slide the door open for my last subject for the day, catching my breathe. "I'm 20minutes early.. finally!" I drag myself inside the empty room and make my way towards one of the seats near the window. "I'm so tired..." I sigh heavily.

I place my bag under the table while I take my ipad and pen over, preparing my notes for the class. But since I'm early, I might as well relax a bit. So I started playing music from my phone. It's only loud enough for me to hear. Or so I thought...

"What trash music is that?" A deep ass voice suddenly filled up the quiet room.

I pause the song and look around to see who just spoke. There he was, sitting at the seat at the back, just 4 rows from me. His head is lowered, he must've been sleeping.

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't know someone was here." I hide my phone in a hurry.

I could hear him grunt as he stretches. But I don't dare to look back again. I'm terrified.

"You didn't answered my question..."

Suddenly, I hear the chair moving. He's standing up. The thumps of his footsteps gets louder and louder as he comes closer to me.

"I asked, what trash music was that?" He then pulls the chair beside me and sits down.

I'm still not looking at him. But based on what I can see on my peripheral view, he's huge!

"Ahm... Do you mean the genre or... the band?" My eyes is glued on my table.

"Band." He then leans his arm on the table and rest his face on his palm.

"I think... their band name is....stargaze or something... they're a band from another university."

"And you like them?"

I frown at the question, confused. "Ahm... they're alright."

"Alright?"

"Yeah...?" Then I turn my eyes to look at him. A sudden shock slaps me in my face. Fuck, he's gorgeous! Sharp eyes, sharp nose, pink and plump lips. He's very charismatic! But he's hiding most of his beauty under his cap. Well, its a cool look. Makes him look hot but yeah. I wonder what he looks like without it. Where his hair is all loose.

"Ahm... I only listen to this one song... coz' my roommate introduced me to this song." I added

"I see." His eyes then studies me.

"Why?"

"Nothing..." he then looks away and lay his head on his arm. But his face is still towards my direction. "Wake me up when our professor calls my name. Okay?"

"Wait. You're in this class?"

"Of course. Why do you think I'm here?"

"But... I haven't seen you before?"

"Maybe, you weren't just looking..." then he takes a deep breathe before closing his eyes.

"W-wait!" I whisper, "what's your name?"

"Song Mingi." He mumbles, eyes closed.

So random.

Why did this guy seat beside me and asking me to do him a favor? I really don't remember him being in my class before. Odd. But weirdly enough I agreed to his request and I did it. He said he was present when the professor calls his name. People whirl their heads to him when he spoke. They all knew him [except for me]. Then he just went back to sleep like it's nothing.

Why do I don't remember him?

Maybe, I'm just that kind of a wallflower, who also doesn't give a fudge on whatever people is doing around me as long as they don't bother me. So, in the end, I don't notice him. Especially if he's like this since the semester started. Just sleeping.

A few more minutes have passed, he shifts in his sleep. He got a tiny bit closer to me. I don't mind as long as I can still write on my ipad and not wake him up. I don't want to bother him. Maybe he's sleepy because he was not feeling well or something. But then, I felt sudden chills from my legs up when his finger slightly touched my free hand while I was writing something. I am left handed so, it was my right hand that he touched.

He is uncontious. Why am I bothered by that?

"Ms. Y/n!" The professor suddenly calls out my name making me jolt a little.

"Yes?"

"Who's that guy again? The one sleeping beside you."

"Ahm... he's... Song Mingi."

"Okay. Your friend there will be your partner okay?"

"Sir..  what? Wait. Partner for what?"

"Are you not listening to me the whole time?"

I was. He was talking about the project of us choosing any stories from movies or book that we can do a report on how we understand the story on our own and portray it. Like, what woukd you do if you are the character type thingy. If we woukd agree on the leads decisions not. That sort of thing.

"I am... sorry..."

"Okay. Just let him know about it." He says then the bell rings. "Okay, class will just email you more details about the project. Okay! Class dismissed see you next week."

Oh crap. What a day!

Students are one by one getting out of the room, some are still packing their things but the guy next to me is still asleep.

"Hey..." I quietly say, "Class is over..." He's not waking up. "Hey..." I reach out to his hand and gently caress the back of my hand onto his so I will not startle him. "Mingi..." I whisper

He slowly opens his eyes and looks straight back at me. "Hi..." His voice is so raspy and deep.

My eyes widens by the sudden realization that we are eye to eye and our face is just a more than a feet apart.

"Class is over." I repeat moving away. "We are partners now..." I add as I put my things back to my bag.

He snorts a laugh. "You're so blunt. I just slept beside you and now we are partners."

"Huh?"

"Like... I mean..." he stretches his arms out and then puts one arm around me. "I don't mind... you seem nice..."

"What are you talking about? I meant partners for out project."

"Oh." He pouts. "What a bummber. But I guess... we can get to know each other then..." he winks at me and then stands up, picking up his bag. "See you around, y/n!"

"Wait!"

He halts and turns to face me.

"Here..." I'm handing him my small notebook. "You slept the whole class so... I made you notes. You can use it to our project."

He smiles and takes the notebook from my hand. "Thanks."

"Okay... he will email details later today. But just in case... if you can... just meet me in the library at 5pm. I repeat.... If you can only. I'm always there monday to friday. I'll be doing our project there..."

"Wait. You're telling me your schedule? Instead of asking or giving me your number?"

I scratch my head, "yeah... coz I don't want to bother you? I guess..."

"Why not? We are partners... right?"

"Well..."

"Is it because I look like I don't care?" He laughs

"Hmm... a little?" I look away, smiling.

"I get it." He then takes a pen out and tears a piece of paper from the notebook. "Here is my number. Text or call me. And if you get shy and can't... or I didn't respond. I'm either in the rooftop sleeping or with my bandmates. You cab pick me up at the Music club room, 6th floor."

I take the piece of paper and stare at it. "Okay."

"Okay. See you."

"Ahm," I glance up to him, he's still smiling at me. "See you."

**

I first saw him Monday, it's now wednesday and still no show. I told him my schedule right? Is he waiting for me to text or call him? Ugh this is so frustrating. I'm such an introvert. I can't even dial his number even though he said I can.

How can we finish the project? It's due next week! Ugh.

I should be brave enough to contact him. I need him. It's our grades were talking about here!

That's it! I'm calling him!

I dialed his number, once..... twice..... until I've tried calling him for like 5 times. No answer. I gave up for a few minutes but then remembered he also told me he's usual spots where he hang out.

I first went to the music club. I assumed he was there because of the time. This is the usual free time of the students and if he's a member of the music club he must've been practicing to for the festival's battle of the bands this week.

But I had no luck finding him there. I asked his friends if they know where he could he be and none of them have an idea.

"He's usually missing." One guy said

"He's always missing!" The othet one added

"We just tell him when and where to show up... we don't even know his number. We just leave him messages through his sns every now and then." One explained.

Gosh. What is he? And why does his friends and bandmates don't know his number? Is the number he gave me even his?

Last resort, the rooftop!

This is the most I've walked this whole month. God! My thick thights can't do this! I'm so glad my fit is always casual and comfy because I can't imagine myself dressing like other girls from this school, skirt and heels and climbing these amount of stairs.

"Wow!" I gasp as I push the door open.

I am catching my breath so much. This guy is making me do cardio like shit. He forgot to mention which rooftop he's in! We have like 5 buildings here!

"Are you alright?"

I look ahead and see a six foot tall man, standing in the corner across me. "Yah!"   My voice cracks calling him out. "I've been looking for you!"

"Really?" He raises his brow, a hint of smile spreads acorss his lips. "I thought you didn't need me. You never called.

"I did!" I walk over to him and show him my call history.

"Ah..." he then shifted in his position asking me to stand beside him. "Sorry. I was asleep... I just woke up."

He's wearing an all black outfit. Same vibes as last time. Hip and charistmatic. Instead of a cap, now he's wearing a beanie.

"Oh wow..." I got taken aback by the view. I've never seen the university at this point of view.

"You've never been here?" He asks. I shake my head to say No. "Why?"

"Why would I?"

"No reason... just... hang out... with friends maybe or someone?"

"Well... I don't have friends... sort of... I don't hang out with them often and I don't have... a someone." I answer as I tip toe, sight seeing.

"How come?"

"Ahm...I don't know..."

"Hmm..."

"Anyways... Should we do our project here or...?"

"Do you mind doing it here?"

I look around and see that no one is around and there are old tables and desk that we can use. "I'm cool. It's more quiet here than the library." I smile

I march towards the other side where the tables and chairs are. I pull out my things and books I borrowed from the library to use for our project.

We stayed quiet for a few hours. I am impressed at how serious he is reading and searching online. I misjudged him. Maybe if I had the courage to approached him yesterday we could've done way more.

Yawning, "I'm tired." He says, closing the book.

"Are you going to sleep again?"

He looks at me as he leans his back lazily and spreads his leg apart. "Don't worry... I won't."

I smiled and continued writing on my ipad.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I answer without looking

"What are you doing later?"

"Hmm... go back to the library and return the books... then probably go back to my apartment..."

"Do you have a curfew?"

"Curfew?"

"Yeah... with your parents."

"No, I don't. My parent's are abroad."

"I see..." then he pulls my ipad away from me. "Can you come with me? Later?"

"What?"

"I'll be playing later... battle of the bands...1st round...can you come and watch me?"

"Ahm..."

"Please? I am your friend now right? We should be... we are classmates..."

"I... guess...?"

He takes the books and notebooks off the desk and starts to pack them all. "Let's bring these back to the library... then you can come with me."

"Already?! The battle of the band starts at 7pm... it's just 4pm."

He smirks. "Just... come with me."

What the heck is going on with me? Why am I just following him? Why am I agreeing to anything he's saying? Why? He's even carrying my bag for me. This is very unsusual of me.

"Here are the book she borrowed." He says to the lady in the reception.

I stand behind him, looking around. No one seems to care but I feel weird. He's holding my hand while he talks to the lady. He could've let go of me when we arrived right? Why is he still holding my hand.

"Ahm, sorry to bother you again." He adds, "Is the short cut at the end of the library hall accessible? They renovated it right? Can we go pass there so we can transfer straight to the next building?"

"Ah that. Sorry, it's still close. No one goes there besides the facilitators to check every now and then for the construction."

"Ah I see. So, no one... goes there?"

"As of now this week yes. No. People are busy for the festival so they stopped the construction for now."

"I see... thank you."

"You're welcome." 

He turns around, lips curved into the most cutest smile. "Are you okay?" He asks

"Ahm... yes... but..." I'm dazed now.

"Your hand..." he looks down at our hands. "Why are you nervous?"

"I don't know... should I not be nervous?"

"It depends." He starts to walk again, pulling me with him. "Did you already met my band members?"

"Yes."

"Good."

***

I am back with the music club team. Stuck with them in the waiting room which is filled with just pure male energy. Every one is so hyped and eager to perform. The vocalist are preping their voices and practicing their songs while the others are checking their instruments a few more times before their set.

While me, on the other hand sitting down in the sofa, knees together and hands on my thighs like I am getting scolded later. Fudge! I am so out of my comfort zone right now. I've only met them one time earlier and now I can hear them bicker and just blabber unecessary things that I should not be hearing. Why did Mingi brought me here? (~.~)

"Look at him! Show off!" One member yells

My eyes goes to where they're all looking. It's Mingi. And he's freaking SHIRTLESS. (O.O)

"Shut up." He says as he takes a sleeveless shirt wear to go with his ripped jeans.

"Everyone!" A professor opens the door. "You'll be next after this one band so get ready!"

"Yeah!" Everyone cheers.

"Oh." The professor suddenly sees me from afar. "Excuse me... I thought we agreed on no girlfriends or boyfriends are allowed in here?"

Wait. Me? Girlfriend?

I stand up to my defense. "Sorry... I'm not anyone's g--"

"She's with me." Mingi stand in front of me. "We had a project together. We had to finish it so we had to do some of the work here."

He partially lied.

"Ah, okay. But she needs to go. Only contestants are allowed here and their club members."

"I understand." I weakly answer. And as soon as the professor left, "I need to go now..." I mumble behind him as I hook my bag over my shoulder.

I walk pass him already when he catches me by my wrist. "You will watch right?"

I smile. "I will. I promise."

"Okay." He smiles, his thumb caressing skin

"Mingi? Smiling?" One murmurs

"Goodluck." I whisper before I go.

I shut the door close and briskly walked away from the area. My brain is about to explode. What the fudge is going on? Am I dreaming today?

"Y/n?"

I stop walking as I heard someone call my name.

"It is you!"

It's Kristy. My old classmate in from last semester. She transfered this semester to a different university because she broke up with her ex and she don't want to see him ever again. So she decided to leave.

"Hi!" I shyly wave back, thinking that she will probably not approach me but she did. She even hugged me. She's very into skinship and I'm not so it feels weird.

"What are you doing here?" She asks

"I... Well..."

"Did you just came out from the contenstants area? Are you dating a someone competing?"

"Dating.... I... no... I don't think so?"

We start to chat a little bit, to catch up from what we've been up to lately. And while we're talking, I keep noticing how guys heads keep turning. They're probably looking at her. Kristy is hot and cute. She is really pretty too and fashionable so, I can't blame guys if they all like her.

Ugh. This hurts my feelings. Because, if you look at me and then her. Hay, they probably wish to go blind than see me. I'm a chubby, short and I don't dress very girly. I know I look fine and normal but in this world, being in my level is like I'm not even existing. This is the harsh truth.

This is one reason, I don't have much friends nor even dated. 😬

Then the screams suddenly got louder. People start to gather in the floor to go closer the stage. Oh right! Mingi's band is next!

I said my goodbyes to Kristy and went separate ways. I was in a hurry. I didn't go with the crowd but I decided to climb up the bleachers on the sides so I can see them clearly and less human.

The members one by one gets on stage. The cheers are consitent. I never knew they are this famous. But holy smokes! When Mingi came in, the screams got violently LOUD-LOUD.

HE'S SO HOT!

I'M DROOLING!

HOW CAN HE BE SINGLE ??

CAN WE TRY TO GE THIS NUMBER?

so on and so forth...

Girls are literally going gaga over him.

I can even see Kristy and her friends from my spot, going crazy.

But them aside, the music the band is playing is definitely vibe. I could listen to this song everyday if I have too. Even the lyrics is so beautiful! I hope the crowd hears it too and not just thirst over men playing instruments.

**

After the battle of the bands, I stayed where I am. I watch the crowd disappear and slowly spreads out. They will probably all be hungry now and find food stalls to eat.

Me? Well, I don't know.

I look at the time. It's pass 9pm now. I should probably get going now. If I leave now, I could still catch the bus 9:30pm bus.

I should right? I'm not waiting for anything.

Yeah. I should go.

"Where are you going?" Mingi suddenly appears in front of me, making me yelp. "Sorry... I didn't mean to scare you."

"What are you doing here?" I ask

"I'm here to see you..."

"Ahm, why?"

"What do you mean why?" He looks confused with my question.

Dude. Your confusing me. We are just partners in class. We were just supposed to be studying. Now I am here , still in school at night, watched a bunch of bands and waited for you when I don't even have to because... I don't know!

"Tell me what you're thinking..." he says as he takes my bag from me.

"Nothing..." I quietly answer. "But yeah... great show..  the crowd loved it."

"Did you?"

"Hmm?"

"The songs... like... the last one... did you like it?"

"I did. I loved it actually."

"That's a relief." He smiles.

I try to take my bag back from him, "I need to go. I need to catch the bus home."

"Oh." He looks a little disappointed.

"I have an early class tomorrow. I need to crash now or else..."

"Can you please stay a little longer?" He takes my hand, sending shivers. "Please..."

I pull my hand away. "What are you doing?"

"Touching you..." he takes my hand again and then suddenly kisses the back of my hand.

What is he doing? We just met last monday!? I'm not complaining though. No guy had ever given me attention like him before... but... is this even real?

"Come with me?" He says, almost a whisper

"Ahm..."

"Don't worry... I'll take you home. I have a car."

"Okay..."

Here I am again. Dazed. Like I'm under some spell. Whatever he says, I just say yes and listen. Is this the effect of having a dry ass lovelife?

"You know, I would pay a money just to know what you're thinking." He says as we walk. "I feel like... you say a lot in your mind than you speak..."

I blush. "I do..."

"Whenever you're comfortable... just talk... I'll listen."

"Why though?"

"Because, I'm curious..."

"Why?"

He laughs, "You always ask me... why..."

"Because it's odd."

"Odd?"

"We just met last monday..."

"So?"

"Well... one... you are holding my hand very comfortably since earlier... and second... we suddenly became friends like you invited me to your show and..."

Both of us stop in front of the library door.

"And...?"

"And... why are we here?" I look around. "It's closed already. You want to read a book at this hour?"

"Sshh... lower your voice."

He unlocks the door with the key he had. We entered the dark room. I barely see anything. I just rely on him. I follow where he takes me.

"Y/n...?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you... trust me?" He whispers. I could feel his breathe on my ear. "Y/n...?"

I look in front of me, squinted my eyes and trying to see with the minimal light coming from outside is giving, what's in front of us.

"A door? Is this... the short cut...?"

"You... haven't...answered me yet..." I stiffen as I feel his breath at the back of my neck. His plump lips lightly brushing on my skin is already making me melt. "Y/n... do you trust me...?"

I take a deep breathe and try to slower the beat of my heart. "I know... I should not... but..."

He spins me around, his hand on my chin "but...?"

"I do... trust you..."

I could hear his smile. "Can... you be mine?"

End....😬✌🏻

**

<In mingi's POV>

The crowd is loving our set. I'm glad that all our practice and hardwork to compose these songs are all worth it.

But... why does it feel empty still. Like, yes I am happy that people loves our new song but I need to know her reaction. Does she like it? I want to know if she likes the song I made because of her. My wallflower

The girl... I've been eyeing since the semester started...

The quiet girl... who thinks no one ever notices her...

I do.... I notice her... I see her... I only see her... I can't take my eyes away from her...

This is my first time experiencing this... is this what Love at first sigh actually feels?

Oh! There! On the bleachers. I can see her now. (^^,)

[firebloodanddragons]

The Midnight Relief - Part 4 (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) NSFW

Summary: Your relationship with Prince Aemond has changed, so much that you tend to forget not only who you are but who he truly is.

Tags: SMUT, Porn with Plot (sort of), Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Fingering, Squirting, Breeding kink, Dubious Consent, Targcest (Reader is Daemon Targaryen’s bastard), Angst and Fluff.

Author's note: I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting. I have been very busy with work lately so I couldn't find time to focus on writing this story. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter nevertheless. Next chapter will probably be the last one. Tell me how you imagine the end of this fan fiction. And please do not hesitate to like or reblog this chapter (it is the best reward for any writer)

         Your eyes opened slowly at dawn, woken up by the first rays that shone through the large lancet windows. They did not dazzle you – they were too orange and dim for that - but you blinked a few times with a smile upon your face, not because of the light but to make sure the blurry pale silhouette that was slowly taking shape before your sleepy and lidded eyes would not disappear as quick as dew in the morning sun. Aemond looked so peaceful when he was asleep. It was as if the ferocious aura he carried within him all day long disappeared during the night to allow him a short moment of serenity. Seeing him like this was surprising and unexpected. You always thought he would be the kind of man to sleep with a frown and with his fists clenched … and possibly a dagger underneath his pillow.       You chuckled silently at this idea, finding it more amusing than formidable and you wrapped your naked body in the soft sheet with a happy grin on your face to enjoy the view and the comfort of Aemond’s bed a little longer. You had never slept in a bed like this one. All you knew were poor thin mattresses on the floor and scratchy patched blankets that couldn’t keep you warm at night. But you definitely could get used it: the mattress as soft as a pile of delicate feathers, the fine cotton sheets so pleasant to the skin and the naked handsome prince sleeping by your side. They could almost make you believe you belonged here and not in a humid crowded dorm. If only the whole world was just this bed. Life would be so much easier.

You didn’t know how long you gazed at Aemond, your fingertips connecting the few moles on his milky chest by tracing invisible lines like an astronomer would draw constellations, but when you began to hear the growing hubbub in the corridors outside the prince’s room, you thought it might be time for you to leave your waking dream.         You instinctively pecked Aemond’s shoulder and reluctantly abandoned the warm sheets to get out of the bed and go back to your harsh reality. But before you could put a toe on the stone floor, a sleepy raspy voice stopped you.     “May I ask where you’re going? I did not dismiss you and I certainly did not order you to stop what you were doing.”       You glanced briefly over your shoulder and beamed away from Aemond’s sight, amused by the domesticity that warmed your heart.   

     Your relationship had changed greatly since the One-Eyed Targaryen’s return from Storm’s End a week ago. It had become gentler and more lighthearted and it had made you forget on many occasions that you were a mere serving girl whom the prince could treat like his personal whore.

All the moments spent in his company - whether they were in his bed or not - had become almost customary. Aemond would not summon you on a whim anymore to take it out on your cunt after a rough day (and he had had many rough days recently), nor would he dismiss you with nonchalance after being done with your service – sexual or not.   Every day, he would find a way to spend some time in your company. In the morning he would greet you with a smile à la Aemond, faint and controlled but genuine, talk to you as you would do his hair and then wait for you to finish cleaning his rooms before leaving for training only to find you again in the afternoon always in his chambers where he would study and occasionally glance at you playing the lute from above his book. Then after his usual evening on Vhagar’s back he would summon you again to bring him his supper and spend the rest of the night with you by the fire and then in his bed in which he would hump you over and over again until the hour would become too late.         Both of you loved and thrived in these new habits for they gave you comfort and a way out of your lives that were doomed to become darker.     A black threat was looming over King’s Landing. You both could feel it but for now you would ignore it and enjoy your new shared frivolity as much as possible.

“It’s dawn.” You declared, knowing your fellow servants would stare at you and probably ask nosy questions on your whereabouts and your absence in your dorm last night once you’d go back to them. You had never slept elsewhere before.       “Indeed, and it’s been dawn for a while now.” Aemond agreed, still lying in his bed with his eye still closed which made you wonder how long he had been pretending to be still asleep. “How long have you been awake?”             “Long enough to find your staring annoying.” He grumbled.               “But my touching intoxicating.” You added as you chuckled and then you scanned the bed quickly to find your undergarments. You had to get dressed.                 But before you could find them, Aemond pounced on you by surprise. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you against his warm solid chest so that he could lay you down in the bed again.         You squealed at first but then giggled as he handled you and trapped you underneath his pale naked body and a tent of white sheets.         “Touch me more. Your prince commands you.”           “The prince can touch himself.” You retorted with funny defiance that Aemond pretended to glare at to keep his callous reputation intact. But he could not trick you.           “My hands are busy at the moment.” His grip around your wrists tightened briefly to make you understand what he meant by that and you tried to escape his hold to send him a similar message.   “And mines are captive.”     “Hmm… Then what about your perfect lips? Do you think they can give me a soft kiss?” You chuckled as Aemond approached your face with the intention to claim your mouth. His heart-shaped lips brushed yours softly over and over again to make them reciprocate his affection. So, you parted your lips a bit and deliberately barely responded to his little pecks. You knew he would not appreciate your lack of submission and passion but there was a reason behind your restraint. You wanted to tease Aemond until he would turn his softness into something more blazing, which he ultimately did. His kisses multiplied and quickly became more frustrated and desperate, furiously begging you to just respond to his lips and give him what he craved.             You eventually did and pulled at his plump flesh with your mouth. You felt his proud victory in his smirk as he leant into the kiss, unaware of the little mischief you had in mind. Gloating in silence, you let Aemond lose himself in the kiss and when he finally released your wrists to spread your legs and get comfortable between your thighs, your hand slid down his body and suddenly grabbed his semi-hard cock as you bit his lower lip. “Ow!” He complained, more surprised than hurt, his pink flesh still in between your teeth, and then when you finally let go of him, he grabbed your wrists again to pin then down above your head. “I said a soft kiss.”         “Really? I thought you said rough.” You joked as you tried to bite him again. This time Aemond saw it coming and he recoiled to frown at you even though he was as amused as you were. He genuinely liked that frivolous wild side of you and he secretly wished he had discovered it way sooner. It would have cheered his days up.   “You’re about to get it rough if you don’t behave.” He threatened and you sank back in the mattress, pretending to be impressed even if in truth your eyes were sparkling with pride and mischief and a cheeky smirk was discreetly tugging at your lips.         “I have to go back to my toils.”       “I forbid you.” The prince immediately retorted before giving you a half-serious look that meant ‘don’t you dare bite me this time’. You giggled almost silently and Aemond nestled his face in your neck to lay a few humid kisses on your warm skin.           “What about your morning training?”       “I like this routine better.” He mumbled between two pecks that made you squirm.     “I might not be as educated as you are but I don’t think you can call this a routine since it is the first time it happens.”     “We’ll make it a routine then.” His answers came all so quick you wondered if he even put some thought into them or if he was simply acting reckless again just like last night when he made you stay. “I would love to wake up in your presence more often… every day in fact.”         “In my presence or in something else?” You teased, conscious of his cock growing harder between your thighs         “In anything you wish to offer me.” He purred in your neck.         “No, Aemond. What do you want?”            

For reasons you couldn’t explain, your question had come out with more seriousness than intended. When you felt the Targaryen prince’s lips freeze on your skin and his body become still against yours, you realised that your words had not fallen on deaf ears.           Aemond looked up at you with sad puppy eyes only you were allowed to see but deep down he was grateful. No one had ever asked him what he wanted, never in his young life, because what he wanted did not matter. What mattered was duty. Duty above all else.       “So many things I can’t have.”         Hidden with you under the tent made of white sheets - a tiny world in which there was just you and him and no one else to hear him - he wished to enumerate them all, tell you about his desire for recognition and love, about his thirst for power and secret aspiration to the Iron Throne. He also wished to admit that he did not enjoy being an asset for his family anymore, that he did not want to marry Floris Baratheon and that the recent time with you had made him realise there was only one woman he craved to have forever not only in his bed but by his side. However, as usual, he kept everything to himself. His pitiful confessions could wait. They didn’t have their place in that lovely cotton nest you two had built together.   “But right now, I want your surrender.” He pressed his cock to your core to change the subject but you still had enough control to keep the conversation going.   “We both know you’re too stub…persistent to truly renounce something that someone said you couldn’t have.”   “Were you about to call me stubborn? You’re insulting your prince, now?” He humoured. “How is that an insult?”       “You tell me. You corrected yourself.”       You pondered over your words for a short instant, wondering how you had almost let the word ‘stubborn’ slip. Prince Aemond had the reputation to be easily offended, fierce and prompt to violence and unpredictable outbursts. That’s mostly why you had always weighted your words in his presence. And yet today, you almost didn’t think before speaking and he had welcomed your familiarity with humour, not with the reprisal your old self would have expected. Did your relationship truly change that much? Did he change?     “You’re stubborn.” You finally dared say with a smile when you realized you could say the word without fear. “… but I like your stubbornness.”   Aemond chuckled briefly and he nestled his face back in your neck with an amused smile on his young face.     “Hmm … What else do you like?” He purred as he rubbed his nose on your skin before laying small kisses along your throat and you sighed deeply.             That felt extremely good but you were aware that the goal of his affection was not only your pleasure. It was a very cunning way to make you yield and give your prince what he craved but would not take from you without your submission.         “Your cleverness.” You declared and you cleared your voice as you squirmed lightly under Aemond’s soft pecks.       “And?” You could hear the mischief in his voice as his hands ventured down your sides and his mouth slid down to your chest, leaving a humid track on its way.         You couldn’t answer the prince. Your mind was too busy focusing on his ministrations. You wanted more.     Aemond reached your breasts rather quickly and you inhaled deeply, your eyes staring at his face buried between your mounts. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you could feel your breath quicken.   Instinctively you spread your legs to welcome Aemond between your thighs as soon as he began kissing your breasts one by one. You could tell he dearly enjoyed their softness as he couldn’t stop pecking them and nuzzling in their flesh. When his lips found their way to one of your hard nipple, you bit your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning, but deep down you were just begging Aemond to just capture the little bud and roll his tongue around it.       Your silence drew the prince’s attention and he looked up at you. Your resistance didn’t please him. It toyed with its impatience and he hated that. But the thought of breaking it was exciting and he didn’t mind a little challenge, especially when he was sure of his victory. “Answer my question, starlight.” He ordered; his lips close to your nipple. “What else do you like about your prince?”       The tip of his tongue tickled the hard bud and you instantly whimpered. Your thighs clenched around Aemond in a vain attempt to soothe the delicious ache building in your pussy. You were getting wet and your arousal was screaming at you to just yield to your prince.       “Your boldness.” You hissed and Aemond rewarded your compliance by planting his mouth on your nipple. This time you couldn’t keep your lustful moan to yourself and a long plaintive ‘ah’ escaped your lips. Aemond chuckled with pride, your teat still in his mouth. He was taking real pleasure in playing with you.   “Tell me more.” He commanded as his hand slid down your stomach to reach your folds. You knew where this was going and you did not wish to struggle anymore. You were craving what was coming as much as Aemond.       “I love your passion.” You admitted, rolling your hips to guide the Targaryen’s fingers and he cupped your cunt to stop you from moving. “I decide what to do to you.” He roared and you froze. You silently looked at each other deep in the eyes for a moment and when your obedience finally convinced Aemond he slid a finger in your hole.       You sighed immediately and your head sank in the pillow, the heavenly sensations washing over you. “That’s it. Submit to be. Be a good girl.” Aemond purred as he fingered you slowly to make you yearn for more. “Give yourself to me completely.” And he caught one of your mounts and put your nipple back between his lips to suck on it greedily and nibble it with his teeth gently..     You wrapped your legs around Aemond in a desperate attempt at keeping him against you, loving his hunger and his burning caresses too much to let him go. That’s when you noticed him slowly rubbing his hard cock against the mattress, an instinctive and lustful gesture to certainly ease the ache in his loins. He craved to hump you and you could help but to find his desperate need terribly arousing.               “Aemond.” You whispered to catch his attention, wishing to help him with his painful hardness, but he was too busy sucking at your teat and fingering you to react.   You caressed his hair slowly – how soft it was – and then let your hand slide to his jaw that you brushed delicately with your fingertips. The prince responded to your touch with a grunt and he tightened his grip around your breasts to pull on your nipple even more, almost as if he was a child refusing to let go of his mother’s breasts. He was completely hypnotized by that little bit of flesh in his mouth.           So, you abandoned your idea and let him carry on.

Somehow, his finger managed to find a never-explored area in your cunt that made you abruptly arch your back, clench your thighs and squeal like never before. It surprised Aemond and he didn’t take long to find out the reason of your sudden reaction. He slid a new finger in your drenched cunt and reached the same spot again. You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails in the flesh, as you moaned loudly and Aemond curled his fingers.       He let go of your breasts to kneel between your thighs and watch your body shake and squirm under his touch as his digits pumping in and out of you repeatedly massaged the little spongy place within you that he had just discovered.       He was simply fascinated and your reactions were too beautiful and enticing for him to stop. If anything, they were encouraging and he wanted more of them.           “That’s it.” He whispered. Then he put his thumb on your swollen clit to rub it, knowing the touch you make you scream louder. He wasn’t wrong.           You cried out. “Aemond, please.”   “Please what?”         You didn’t know what exactly but you begged. “Faster … harder.”           He indulged you and quickened the pace, going all the way out of you and then right back in again. And soon, your body tensed, your toes curled and you grabbed the sheets as you screamed all the pleasure you felt.       Your orgasm was an uncontrollable explosion whose noise could not be contained by the tent of soft sheets above your head. It burst like wildfire, destroying the unknown dyke inside of you as if it was made of the most fragile material. It squirted all your pleasure out of you and drenched your thighs and Aemond’s hand and bed. “Fuck!” You cried out as you tried to push the prince away, astonished and rather embarrassed by what was happening to you.             But the Targaryen didn’t care. On the contrary he seemed to genuinely like it considering the amused satisfied smirk on his face as he kept relentlessly toying with your g-spot to empty you even more. “Hmm” He laughed and continued to finger you hard as you were still dazed and confused. His eye was dark and full of lust and you could tell he wanted more.             “I don’t think I c—” It turned out you could and another surprising spurt came out of your cunt making you whimper and wet yourself and Aemond once more.     “Seven heavens, I love this.” Aemond giggled darkly, proud of his doing. “But I definitely have to hump you now.”

He brutally let go of your cunt and flipped you over to grab your hips and bring your arse to his pelvis. He slapped your cheek, making your squeal and squirm and immediately plunged his hard in your drenched cunt. It slid in so easily the prince felt the need to growl. His fingers digging in your flesh, he kept you firmly in place to initiate a series of hammering and almost-punishing quick thrusts that reflected the infuriating yet arousing lust he was feeling.         You almost cursed because of his ardour but only a breathless gasp followed by a succession of plaintive moans managed to escape your lips. Bent under Aemond, at the mercy of his relentless drilling, you buried your face into the drenched mattress to muffle the sounds he took great pleasure to get out of you.                       “You like this, don’t you, my lewd starlight?” He roared, his voice dark and obscene.   You cried out as you nodded frantically and he pushed himself more into you, so deep you felt his testicles brush your soaked pussy then repeatedly slap your swollen clit that was so happy to meet them. The music of your wet skin meeting was enchanting and you arched your back to embrace Aemond’s smacking hips even more, thankful for the pleasure he was giving you.     “Do you want your prince’s seed inside you?” He asked between gritted teeth. The question was not a surprise. Aemond had stamina but such an enthusiastic pace could make any hardy man empty himself quickly.       You nodded again and dug your nails in the cotton sheets to take what he was so close to give you. But his rhythm slowed a bit and he took a fistful of your hair to bring you against his chest. You mewled because of the slight pain but it was nothing in comparison to Aemond’s cock pulsing in the deepest region of your cunt.       “I didn’t hear you, flower. Do you want your prince’s seed inside you or not?” He repeated in your ear and you felt your walls clench around him.           “Yes…” You admitted with difficultly and you heard him chuckle with dark satisfaction. “… but not today, please… Last time the moon tea gave me an awful stomach ache.” “Isn’t the pain worth the pleasure?” He purred as he took your breasts in his palms and he resumed his hammering.           You almost crumbled under his merciless pelvis but the prince held you back, keeping you still between his thighs with his hands tightly wrapped around your mounts, your back against his sweating strong chest.       “Aemond … please.” You begged when you understood he would not do as you had asked but once again, he didn’t listen and continued his pounding, chasing his release.         “Just let me give it you, starlight. I want to breed you. I need to breed you. I want that soft belly to carry my child. Please.” His dark voice sounded almost desperate as if his reckless desire to spurt his seed inside you was vital to him.   Aemond’s teeth met your shoulders, biting the flesh hard enough to leave a mark, and his strong arms wrapped around your chest, holding you tight against his torso, on hand pressed on your breasts the other on your lower belly to keep himself deep and you still. His thrusting slowed down but became harder as he began to grunt furiously in your shoulder. Then his muffled noises became plaintive growls similar to whimpers but more animalistic as he finally came deep inside your cunt, splashing your walls with every drop of his seed. When there was nothing left, Aemond stopped thrusting. Exhausted and silent, he remained panting and nestled against your back, his arms still around you and his pulsating cock still buried in your hole, refusing to pull out to make sure you’d keep every drop of semen inside of you.   He kissed your shoulder, right where he had bitten you and you smiled, tired just like him. “You never listen, do you?” “You said it yourself. I’m stubborn.”           You giggled and it made Aemond chuckle in your neck. His laugh was tired but soft and peaceful, almost childish. Moved by his gentleness and in need for comfort, you turned your head to kiss him. He let you and responded to your peck with tenderness.

But then your eyes widened in horror as you noticed a small child standing by the door of the prince's chambers, his blue look as appalled as yours. You alerted Aemond, screaming his name in panic, as you hastily pushed him away from you to cover your nakedness with the sheets. You truly hoped the boy had not seen anything of your and Aemond’s shared lust but deep down you knew the truth just as you knew this silly optimism was just a way to not give in to alarm.             You stared at the boy, terrorized and already silently begging him to forget everything his innocence – now shattered for ever - had witnessed but his blue eyes fixed upon you as if he was a fawn facing a sharp arrow were telling you he would never. You opened your mouth to say something but then he quickly turned around to rush out of Aemond’s rooms.   That’s when Aemond jumped out of bed, put on his royal black and green robe made of the finest cotton to run after the boy, the dragon embroidered in the back flying after its prey with deadly purpose.             You knew you should have followed him with the same haste but the fear growing inside you was making all your movements slow and heavy.

“Where are you going like that, snooping rat?” Aemond asked as he caught the boy by his skinny arm in the corridor and pushed him against the stone wall.           The little servant did not answer, terrified by the gigantic and formidable scarred prince that had just trapped him and that was now staring at him with impatience and dark amusement.   “Who told you to come in here?”   “S-s-ser Criston, my prince.” He finally mumbled, trembling like a leaf in a cold wind.   Aemond chuckled briefly, unsurprised by the revelation and he knelt in front of the boy to have a better look at him. He was small and sickly with sandy blond hair and pale skin. His cheeks were hollowed and he had dark circles under his puffy eyes. He had certainly not eaten or slept properly in a while, just like most serving children working in the keep. But somehow, it was another face that came to Prince Aemond's mind as he observed the boy, a face he had seen in a mirror for years. His. “How old are you?”   “Ten … my prince.”   “Hmm … You don’t look ten.” Aemond declared with a faint smile but that smile was far from kind. “You’re small, puny … a bit like I was when I was a child. A chance I was feisty and bold. Tell me, are you bold?”       The boy sensed the threat in the prince’s question and he shook even more. He crossed his legs, suddenly feeling the need to pee growing in his ragged trousers just like the terror in his empty stomach.

That’s when you entered the corridor slowly and quietly, your shivering hands clinging to the red fabric of your faded servant dress. Standing a few steps away from the boy and the prince, you wanted to intervene. You wanted to come closer and stop Aemond. You wanted to free the poor child and comfort him. But a selfish voice in your head was telling you to reconsider your boldness and your thirst for justice. You've too much to lose, girl. “No of course not, bold boys don’t run away like cowards.” Aemond declared.     The boy glanced at you from afar, his eyes shining with tears and pleading for your help. But you were just as terrified and paralysed as he was right now and the voice in your head was once more ordering you to stay put.  So you stared at the boy definitely sorry and you looked down at your feet in shame.   “Do you know what happened to me when I was ten?” The child looked back at Aemond and shook his head. In response, the prince pointed at the sapphire in his eye socket and the kid stared at the jewel with horror. “This happened. And you see the boy who did this to me, King Viserys, my own father, never punished him for it. If I do something as awful to you, a poor meaningless serving boy, if I take let’s say your tongue to make sure you don’t repeat what you saw in my rooms, King Aegon will do exactly as King Viserys. He will not care about you and he will definitely not punish me. So, there is nothing that can prevent me from making sure you won’t be able to tell a soul about what happened. Do you understand that?”           Your eyes widened and you felt your heart skip a beat. You couldn't believe what you had just heard. Aemond couldn't possibly say that, not to a kid. And yet, there was this tiny reasonable part of you, the one that did not love, that knew he could. “Aemond.” You called out to make him stop and reconsider but your voice was barely louder than a whisper. But this time you were not scared for yourself, you were scared for that kid whose trousers were now getting wetter and wetter between his thighs.           “No child would wish to be so atrociously maimed; don’t you agree? So, promise you’ll forget what you saw and that you won’t tell anyone ever.” The serving boy nodded quickly and without thinking, his mouth tightly shut as if to protect his little tongue.       “Say it. You still have your tongue.” Aemond encouraged.     “I will forget what I saw and I won’t tell anyone ever” The boy promised, his teeth chattering. “Good lad. Now go tell Ser Criston I’m on my way.”         Aemond stood up and as soon as he stepped back, the boy ran away as fast as he could, occasionally clanking back to make sure he was not followed or in any danger.           His frightened attitude made Aemond gloat with pride and he looked back at you with a smirk. However, your reaction was not the one he expected. Instead of a look of gratitude or relief, you walked back to his room, looking disappointed and ashamed of him and of yourself.

Aemond frowned and quickly went back to his rooms to ask for explanations. “Why the look?” He asked with a harsh voice.     You were putting on your white apron, fumbling with the ties in your back. You couldn't stay with him any longer not after what you had witnessed, what you had allowed him to do.         “He’s a child. Did you really need to go that far?” “I merely intimidated him. He will get over it. Trust me I know." You shook your head, knowing all too well what he meant by that. But you still couldn't understand how he could take pleasure in treating boys the same way he was once treated, as if they were powerless and insignificant. If anything he should feel sorry for them. "Besides, he left unscathed, didn’t he? Doesn't that rejoice you?” You eyed at Aemond, baffled. He didn’t seem to realize how unsympathetic he was. “He was terrified. He peed himself!” You almost shouted, hoping he would understand the situation he had put the small child in. “You didn’t have to threaten him. A kind explanation even a coin would have been enough to keep him silent.” But it was like talking to a wall. “Nothing works better than fear, trust me.” He casually said as he walked towards you to take the ties of your apron in his hands. You tensed as he did but let him play with the white fabric. "And if that bothered you so much you should have said something." You looked down in shame once more, hating yourself for your selfishness and your fear, while Aemond unknotted your serving uniform sensually, foolishly believing you could desire him right now. “Can’t you understand I’ve done this for us?” He whispered before placing a kiss on your temple. “Have you? Or have you done it to save your reputation?”         “Why should it matter?" He replied as he stroked your belly and caressed your neck with his warm lips. "Either way I’ve still saved your pretty neck.”                   You hissed and brutally escaped his embrace, finding him suddenly repulsive and gross. You glared at him and he stared back at you with an expression of utter shock and disbelief. You wanted to say something, something meaningful that would move him but there was nothing you could say, nothing he would understand. He was a prince of the seven kingdoms and you were simply a serving girl, someone ... no, something that did not matter to the eyes of noble rich men like him. You had no power over him. You were nothing but a toy to him and you should have never believed otherwise. So you walked away in silence.   “Where are you going?” Aemond shouted. “Back to my poor meaningless serving girl life.”     “YN! Come back here! Your prince commands you!”          

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AngelEyes

Sebastian Stan x Curvy!Female Reader

A/N: I am finally writing the first story I ever had an idea for. This is loosely based on the ABBA song AngelEyes. If you have a chance to listen to the song, it's a song I grew up listening to and singing at the top of  my lungs. And only recently when listening to it, it made me think of Sebastian and his beautiful blue eyes. Also this is a bit of a self indulgent story, also this story is sort of a therapy for me since the unexpected passing of my brother in late 2021 so i named the dr on this story after him in his memory. 

Please reblog and comment. They make me happy. 

Word Count: 14,434 This is my longest fic, i think if i kept going it might have been 30,000

Warnings:18+ no minors, fluff, slight angst, blowjob, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) medical terms. 

It was a beautiful spring day in New York City and you decided to take a walk towards central park. You leave your hotel to head out onto the streets of the city. Feeling crappy about your life, and job you decided to take a month long break and finally take that trip to New York you have always wanted to take. You had been very frugal with your spending for the last 5 years and had a hefty savings to let you stay in New York for more than you thought. 

So here you are, the middle of march and spring is just starting and it's beautiful you picked the perfect time of year. As you walked along the streets you found a cute coffee shop and got yourself a white chocolate mocha and a few chocolate croissants to take to the park. As you leave the shop you start down the street and notice it's a little less crowded than it was before but you think nothing of it. All of a sudden you hear a snap above you, you look up and there is a huge couch dangling from the side of the building.

Everything's in slow motion at this point. All of a sudden you hear a man say “LOOK OUT!” you turn your head and as soon as you just barely see his face he grabs you by the waist and pushes you out of the way as the couch nearly misses you both. 

Your coffee goes everywhere and your pastries hit someone in the head. You both land on the sidewalk and he tries to cradle your head so as to not have you hit it too hard on the ground. But things go a little black, in the distance you hear a voice. “Hey, hey are you okay? Please wake up. Oh god please wake up.” The voice starts to be more clear and you start fluttering your eyes open. As your vision starts to clear you see a man on top of you with the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. You reach your hand up to touch his cheek, and that's when he looks directly at you. He smiles at you with a heart stopping grin. “Oh my god you're awake how are you, are you okay? What's your name sweetheart?” 

“You have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Honey what happened, why are you on top of me?” The man looks at you puzzled. “Honey? What do you mean I have no idea who you are. I saved you from a couch from falling on you. My name is Sebastian. What is your name?”  “Baby you know my name, it's y/n we’ve been together for 2 years.” as soon as those words come out of your mouth your eyes cross and black out again. While you are completely passed out Sebastian is frantically calling 911 to get you an ambulance to the hospital but with the way Manhattan traffic is it would take forever to get there. Then He remembered he has a driver just across the street so being as careful as he can be he carries you over to his awaiting car and lays you down on the backseat with your head laying in his lap for support. 

“Mr.Stan, is everything okay what happened?” “Marcus I need you to get me to Mount Sinai hospital as fast as you can please this woman has a major concussion.” “Yes Sir, I'll do my best and just hold on.” Since you were on the west side of the park Sebastian's driver had to cross through central park to get you to the hospital. He's driving as fast as he can through the park on 86th st and once he clears the park he heads to madison ave straight to mount sinai hospital. He screeches to a halt in the emergency area and goes to open the backseat to help Sebastain with the unconscious woman. He carries her through the sliding glass doors and starts looking around for a nurse or doctor to help him. A nurse spots him from a distance and notices the limp woman in his arms and immediately runs in his direction to help him. “Sir, sir is she okay what happened?” “Oh thank goodness, her name is y/n and i pushed her out of the way before a couch dangling from a building fell on her. She spoke for a minute and then she just passed out again.” “Alright sir what is your name and we can get her taken care of?” “My name is Sebastian, please you have to help her!” “We will do our best. I NEED A GURNEY OVER HERE NOW!” 

A few seconds later 2 orderlies came by with a gurney and Sebastian laid her on the bed and followed her to an exam room behind a curtain. He stood in the corner of the room while the nurses started an IV on you and were telling orderlies to get a CT scan for you. A doctor came in and was being brought up to speed on what they were doing. All Sebastian could do was watch as this beautiful woman who he saved was being poked and moved around to make sure she was alright and would wake up. “Sir Im Dr Roberts, I’ll be taking care of your girlfriend from here on out. We will be taking her down the hall for a CT scan to make sure there isn't any brain damage then we will be taking her up to a room for recovery pending the results. Do you have any questions for me?” He was just staring at y/n almost completely zoned out. He just shook his head no and didn't correct the Dr when he called her his girlfriend. 

As soon as they wheeled her out of the room, he came out of his reverie and took his phone out and called his driver. “Marcus don't wait around for me, go ahead and drive off and I will call you when I am done here. Have a good rest of your day and thank you for being so quick with getting to the hospital.” “You are welcome Mr Stan, I will be waiting for your call. I hope the young woman comes out of this okay.” “Thank you very much Marcus goodbye.” He put his phone back in his pocket and then a nurse came up to him at that moment. “Sir we will be bringing her to a room upstairs while we wait for the results of the CT scan.”  “Okay, thank you very much. Um, is there anywhere I can get some coffee?” “Yes of course there is a coffee cart we will be passing by. I'll wait while you grab something then take you up.” 

After grabbing his coffee he was led to your room, you werent there yet so he waited on the couch in the corner of the room. He was wracked with nerves waiting for them to bring you. He didn't know what to make of this situation. One minute he’s getting out of his car to head to lunch, the next he’s saving the life of a woman he barely had a conversation with. And then there's the part where you think we are a couple. He does know one thing, you are absolutely beautiful and he wants to get to know you better when this is all over. A few moments later the door opens and they are wheeling you into the room. Sebastian stands up and waits for them to settle you in the room and makes sure all your wires and IV’s are hooked up properly. Once everything is done the nurse turns to him, gives him a nod and smile and leaves the room. Sebastian is hesitant to approach you but he finally brings a chair from the side and drags it over to the side of your bed. He looks at your face, all peaceful and angelic. Your breathing is steady which is a good sign and your heart monitor is at a good rhythm. He then looks at your hand laying beside you and decides to hold it in his hand. 

“I don't know what to say in this situation. This is all new to me, well I did tell you my name is Sebastain and apparently you and the hospital staff think we are a couple.” He laughs a little bit and shakes his head in disbelief. “Not that i wouldn't mind you seem like a sweet woman and you sure are beautiful and if it wasn't for this mess you're in i’d really like to get to know you better maybe ask you out on a date.” Just then he feels your hand twitch, and he looks at your face. Your hand then squeezes his and your eyes start to flutter open slowly. You groan a little bit with how bright the room is and then you begin to speak. “Hmmm too bright, someone lower the lights please.” Sebastian reaches over the side and dims the lights in the room. “Is that better sweetheart?” “Mmmm much better thank you.” Just then you look over to the man's voice and smile. You lift your hand up to his face and just hold it. “There's those beautiful angel eyes I fell in love with.” Sebastian then smiles and dips his head down in slight embarrassment. 

“Honey, what am I doing in the hospital, what happened?” “Well sweetheart you were almost squashed by a couch that was falling from the side of a building but I got you out of the way in time.” Your eyes go cartoon wide listening to what Sebastian is telling you. “Oh my gosh baby are you okay, you weren't hurt were you?” Sebastian was absolutely loving you calling him all these pet names he was blushing a little bit. “No, I'm completely fine.” You just stare at each other for a while just taking in the others features like the other person will somehow vanish and commit it to memory. You hear a knock on the door and your doctor enters the room. “Hello y/n how are you doing? My name is Dr Roberts and you’ll be under my care while you are here. You gave us a bit of a scare there for a bit including this guy here, he was a wreck.” “I feel okay doctor, when can I go home?” “Well thats why im here we have the results of your CT scan and there was a little something that..” Just then Sebastain sits up and rushes to the doctor and asks him to speak outside the room. You look concerned for what's happening. “Sebastian is everything alright?” “Yes sweetheart, I just want to talk to the doctor for a minute before he gives you the results. Everything will be fine, okay just sit tight I’ll be right back.” With a smile and a nod of your head Sebastian and Dr Roberts exit the room. 

“Okay doc here’s what's happening. This Is the first time I have met this woman and I believe she has amnesia. She thinks I'm her boyfriend of 2 years as she says and I don't want to traumatize her right now.” “Well that does explain the small abnormality I saw in her scans. Thank you for telling me this. I completely agree with you on this situation. Wait a moment, you're Sebastain Stan aren't you?”  “Yes I am and now you understand that this situation just got complicated.” “Okay Mr Stan i know this will be a bit difficult especially considering who you are but you will have to keep pretending to be her boyfriend. Do you think you will be able to do that until her amnesia has faded?” “Dr Roberts I'm going to do my best, I'm just lucky I have a lull in film projects and I can try and devote my time for her recovery.” 

Sebastian and the doctor shake hands and return to your room. The whole time they are outside in the hall you are a ball of nerves, wondering what they are talking about that Sebastian had to tell the doctor. When the door opened revealing Sebastian and the doctor you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He comes over to your bedside and immediately holds your hand to reassure you things are good. “Y/N sorry to concern you but i was just telling your partner here that we did find some swelling in your brain but nothing some rest won't cure.” “Oh thank you so much Dr Roberts. So when I can go home, I really just want my own bed with my boyfriend by my side.” Sebastian then looks at you with a bashful smile and a slight blush on his cheeks. “We just want to keep you overnight for observation and you can be discharged late tomorrow morning.” With a big smile and a thank you to the doctor he takes his leave. Just then Sebastian gets an idea and turns to y/n. “Sweetheart, where's your purse? I want to make sure you didn't lose anything when I pushed you out of the way today?” “I’m not sure, oh look it's at the end of my bed in that plastic bag.” “Alright, while I do this, why don't you get some rest, your eyes look like you're about to fall asleep.”  “You’re right baby, I am a little tired.” And just like that you were out like a light. 

He hates to do this but he goes through your purse to see if you live in the city or if you’re from out of town. And he gets his answer when he sees the key card to the hotel you are staying at. He steps out of the room and walks down the hall to the waiting room to make a phone call. “Hello?” “Hey Ethan, it's Sebastain. I have a huge favor to ask you and I will tell you everything else later but I need you to come see me at Mount Sinai hospital.” “Holy shit Sebastian are you okay what happened!?” 

“Ethan i’m fine, look just come to the hospital I’m on the 5th floor I’ll meet you by the elevators.” “Alright buddy I’ll be there as fast as I can.” Sebastian lets a big breath into the ceiling and closes his eyes. He starts thinking to himself how he is going to pull this off. This woman thinks they are together but ‘I wouldn't be opposed to that’, he tells himself. Fifteen mins later he hears the ding of the elevators and rushes over to see if it's his friend and assistant Ethan. As he rounds the corner Ethan looks over to see Sebastian walking towards him.

“Uh thank god you made it, look I need you to take this hotel key card from the Lucerne Hotel. Head up to this room and gather all the luggage and clothing in the room if you need help, that's fine but I’d rather this be as discreet as possible. You have my personal credit card with you?” Ethan nods his head yes. “Okay good, after you have gotten all the belongings together go to the front desk and check that room out early and I’ll pay the fees.” “Sebastian, are you going to tell me what is going on?”  He lets out a big breath and goes into what happened from when he pushed you out of the way to you thinking Sebastian is your boyfriend and the plan he has with the doctor. After a min or 2 of ethan processing all the information he starts to talk. 

“Dude this is the craziest thing i have ever heard, and you’re okay with doing this? Pretending to be this woman's boyfriend until she gains her memory back? Sebastian I get that you’re a compassionate person but you can see how nuts this is right?” 

“Yeah man i know but what else am I going to do? This gorgeous woman is lying in a hospital bed with no memory of her previous life and knowing the truth could hurt her.” Ethan has a small smile on his face when he hears Sebastian call you gorgeous. “Okay Seb I’ll do this for you but we will have to have a talk about this more tomorrow, okay?” He nods his head yes and passes the key card to his friend, and he is on his way to the hotel to gather all your belongings. 

Sebastian heads back to your room as quietly as he can so as to not wake you. You had a long hard day and you needed your rest. He sits at your bedside just watching you sleep peacefully. He gently holds your hand, it gives him a bit of comfort to hold your hand gives him peace. He didn’t know how long he had been watching you sleep until his phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was Ethan calling him. “Hey buddy what's up, is everything packed up?” “Oh yeah Seb but she has 2 huge pieces of luggage and a few carry-on bags. I don't think she was here for just a weekend trip, it looked like a lot longer. So I went to the checkout counter to get everything settled and she paid for an entire month here.” 

“Wow, that's a long time to stay in a hotel especially in New York.” “Yeah so i told the concierge to cancel the rest of her stay and to put any fees left on your card as you asked.” “Alright great, take all her things and go to my place and put it in my bedroom. I want it to look like she's been there all this time. I don't want anything to upset her.” “Okay want me to hang up her clothes and stuff?” “Yeah that's a good idea. Ugh thanks man I really appreciate this, i owe you some drinks soon.” “You got it Seb, we’ll talk later.” Sebastian hangs up the phone and it's at that moment that you wake up. “Hey y/n how are you feeling? Did you get a good rest?” “Yeah I feel a little better, but I'm really hungry. I could really go for some pasta and those chocolate chip cookies from Levain bakery, the ones with walnuts.” “I'm sure I can handle that, I just need to make a few phone calls.” 

As Sebastian was in the corner of the room making his phone calls you were staring at his large frame. Even from the back he was so sexy, you felt so lucky to be his. You weren’t a thin woman by any means, you were what everyone called plus sized but you preferred curvy. You still had a slightly flat tummy but you had extra hips and thighs and a chest that wasn't too big but a good size. To see a man as beautiful and sexy as Sebastian you definitely thanked all and any god out there that he chose you. You have the biggest smile on your face when he is finally done on the phone. He turns around and sees you smile and it looks like the stress and tension of the day has lifted from his body. He walks over to you and you reach out your hand to him as he sits in the chair by your bed. You love touching his face and seeing his eyes sparkle that's why you call them angel eyes.

“You look happy, what's got you smiling so much?” “You, that’s what is making me happy. Thank you for choosing me and loving me.” Hearing your confession gave Sebastian a sense of calm but also guilt because he doesn't know how this is going to end when you get your memory back. He didn't want to think about that right now, he just wanted to be in the moment with you. Someone he hopes he gets to be with even when all of this craziness comes to an end, if you’ll have him. Another 30 mins passes and there is a soft knock at your door and a nurse comes in with two brown paper bags. One with your pasta from La Pecora Bianca and your favorite blue label bag with your cookies. 

You start making grabby hands at the food before Sebastian can get them out of the bags. He just laughs at your eagerness, but understands you’ve had a big day and are starving. You both share the whipped ricotta with honey and toast and the bucatini pasta. You look at everything in front of you and you want a cookie but you have to eat your dinner first so you resist the dessert. Sebastian gives you a few pieces of toast with the ricotta and honey, and you moan at the taste. “Baby you know me so well this is one of my favorites thank you.” Sebastian is a bit surprised that he got your food choices correctly. Maybe there was something to this whole you having amnesia. “Well darling, we have been together for a while. There are times where I have to guess but I was sure to be right this time.” 

He serves you up some of the pasta and you both eat in comfortable silence. All Sebastian can think at this moment is that it was fate that you both met this way. There had to be a reason some god out there sent you to him. After you finished your dinner you went to sleep for the night. That gave Sebastian the time to head out and go home to change into more comfortable clothing and take a shower. He didn't want to leave you but it gave him time to think things over in his life and this situation he is in. When he went into his closet to grab a shirt to wear he saw your clothing that Ethan had put there earlier in the day. It almost looked like it belonged there. He ran his finger over the clothing and imagined you being in his home forever. Sebastian has never felt this strongly for someone let alone a stranger he’s only known for less than 12 hours. He somehow had to really make you his for real. 

After getting a few hours sleep at home, he woke up and stretched his arms out and at the feeling of the other side of the bed he got a little sad. He didn’t have anyone to wake up to, he hadn't for while now. Sebastian looked at his phone to check the time and it was a little after 5am. So he got up and decided to get dressed for the day. After going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth and hair, he put on a pair of dark wash blue jeans and black shirt. He grabbed his shoes from the front door and slipped them on and grabbed his keys and coat and headed out the door back to the hospital. By the time his uber got to the hospital it was almost 6am, perfect time to make sure she was still sleeping and hopefully get you ready to leave the hospital. 

He greeted the night nurses still on shift from when he left last night and slowly entered your room. You were still asleep thank goodness, the only noise being your heart monitor and a movie playing on the tv in your room. Sebastian decided to sit at the couch in the corner and go through a few emails he hadn’t gotten to yesterday. You didn't wake up for another 45 mins after he got there. He heard you groan and got up from the couch to make sure you weren't in any pain. “Hey there sweetheart good morning. Are you okay, in any pain?” “Good morning baby. My head hurts a bit and for some reason my butt hurts too. Maybe it's the bed that is not comfy.” Sebastian just laughs at your butt comment and you start to laugh too. After a little bit a nurse comes in to bring you your breakfast and to check your IV’s and to check your vitals. When you were done with your breakfast Dr Roberts entered your room to get you started on your discharge and after care for when you leave. 

“Well so far everything looks good, you just have the small headache which has subsided at the moment. I don't see any reason why you should head home now.”  “Thank you so much Dr Roberts, I can't thank you enough for the care you and your staff have given me.”  “Yes thank you very much doctor.” Sebastian and Dr Roberts share a look you don't notice. The nurse comes back in and starts taking out your IV and the connections to the heart monitor. After that was done Sebastian came over and helped you get out of the bed so you could get dressed. Your legs were a little shaky standing up but he steaded you before you could fall. 

“I didn't know what clothes to bring you so you’ll have to wear what you had on yesterday if that's okay?” “That’s okay honey these will be fine until we get home. I can't wait to take a shower. I feel icky.”  You start untying the back of your gown and Sebastian turns around to give you your privacy. He caught a glimpes of the swell of your breast before he turned. “Baby you've seen me naked before, why did you turn around?” “Oh I don't really know sweetheart, do you need help?” “Just need help with my jeans if that's okay.” “Sure I can do that.”  Sebastian turns around and tries to keep his eyes on your face. That's not difficult, you are so beautiful. He takes the jeans from the bed and begins to kneel down in front of you. He takes your right foot and places it in one leg then grabs your left and does the same all while looking right in your eyes. Once he’s shimmied them halfway he asks you to stand up to bring them the rest of the way. The way he looks at you while trying to bring up the zipper and buttoning your jeans is so erotic he can't help himself that he wants to kiss you so badly. 

Breathlessly you speak his name. He looks from your eyes to your lips so quickly you almost miss it. The tension in the room is thick. Sebastian can't take it anymore. He brings his right hand up to cup the side of your face and you relish in his touch. He bends down and gives you the most featherlight kiss, almost hesitant. You bring your hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck. You grab the hairs at the back of his head and he lets out a moan that makes him deepen the kiss. You slip your tongue in his mouth and at that moment he can't control himself. He slides his hands from your face and brings them down your arms and lightly grazes your breasts. 

He then wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer and holds on like you may leave him at any time. He can't control himself, he starts moving his hands down your back and grabs a handful of your ass, eliciting a soft moan that has him hard in an instant. He has to stop, it's getting hard to stop, he can't help it. Sebastian slowly breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. His breathing is erratic like he just ran a few miles. He has never had a kiss like that in his life, he definitely has to find a way to keep you in his life he can't let you go. “Where did that kiss come from, baby? I'm not complaining at all, it's just that it was incredible.” “I don't know but I guess knowing that you could have died yesterday just drove me to kiss you to let you know how much I love you.” Sebastain’s heart skipped a beat and his brain stopped functioning like the scratch of a record. He doesn't know what brought him to tell you that when he hardly knows you but at the same time it felt right. “I love you baby, but I'm right here, I'm alive because of you. I'm not going anywhere.” 

You put your shoes on and as you're putting on your cardigan, your nurse comes in with the discharge papers for you to sign and a wheelchair to ride out of the hospital. As you’re signing all the paperwork Sebastian is calling Marcus to have him meet the both of you at the entrance of the hospital. You exit the hospital and take a deep breath and breathe in the spring air that you love so much well for New York anyway. You see a black suv in front and a man holding a door open. “Sweetheart this is Marcus, my driver, he's going to be taking us home.” “Good morning Mr Stan, miss. I hope you are feeling better today?” “I am, thank you.” Sebastian helps you from the wheelchair and into the back of the car. Once he has your seatbelt buckled he runs to the other side of the car and scoots over to the middle to pull you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder as Marcus pulls out onto Madison Ave. You still have a bit of a lingering headache so the rocking of the car on the streets lulls you to sleep. It's a good half hour to get Sebastain’s apartment, even though you fell asleep you could still hear everything going on around you. Every so often you could hear Sebastain and Marcus talking but sort of muffled. Then you could hear Sebastain softly talking to you, telling you that everything will be alright and telling you how beautiful you were. You smiled internally with his reassurances. You felt the car lurch forward alerting you that you had finally stopped. 

“Sweetheart we’re home.” With a sweet kiss to your head you sat up and gave him a kiss on the cheek as Marcus came over and opened the door for you. Sebastian unbuckled your seat belt and you took Marus’ hand to exit the car. You thank Marcus and Sebastain is already at your side to make sure you're steady on your legs before walking you into the building. In no time you are standing in front of his apartment door about to enter. “Okay, home sweet home angel. Where do you want to go in the living room or do you want to lay down on the bed?” Sebastian was trying to calm his heart if you said you wanted to lay on his bed. “I can sit in the living room for now if that's okay?” “Sure baby but anytime you want to lay down in bed just let me know.” He intertwines your hands together and you both feel that spark of something as he walks you over to the sofa. 

“Do you want anything to drink or maybe a snack to eat?” “Can I just get a glass of ice water baby? That would be great, my mouth is still dry from sleeping so much.” “Anything for you.” He bends down and gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads into the kitchen to get your water. As he is doing that you look out the window and admire the New York skyline. Something in the back of your mind says that this seems very new and different but you put that away for another time. As you’re still looking out the window Sebastain can see you from the kitchen. He’s admiring you from a distance seeing how the sun's rays fall on your face so beautifully. He just stands there watching you for a few mins trying to figure out how he got lucky to meet you even though it was in an unconventional way. He walks over to you but you don’t notice, just staring out the window, not until you feel the sofa dip and then turn your head and give him a big smile. 

“Has the view always been this beautiful?” “I never really noticed it until you came into my life.” Sebastian shocked himself with that response. He didn't know where that came from but that made you smile even bigger if that was even possible. After that kiss in the hospital he can't let you go. He’s never felt this intense about anyone ever. Bringing his hand up to the back of your neck and lightly rubbing the base of your neck you let out a small moan that has Sebastain bringing your face closer to him. You feel yourself moving closer to him and you open your eyes in time to see his lust blown eyes staring at you. Your breath hitches at the way he is looking at you. It's so intense you don't know if you can look away. His eyes flick to your lips as you poke your tongue out to wet your lips and that seals it for him. He crashed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss that has your toes curling. You bring your hands up to curl into his hair and he lowers his hands down your back at the same time and as if you two are in sync he grabs your ass as you tug on his hair and you both let out simultaneous moans. 

In an instant Sebastian has you on your back gently lowering you down to make sure you don't hit your head on the arm of the sofa. It gets heated immediately and it's all teeth and tongue. Hands grabbing at anything just to feel each other. Sebastian lowers his hips between your legs as you spread them wide for him. He is rock hard now and starts grinding his cock into your clothed pussy, both so enraptured in one another. This goes on for a while, you bring your hands up underneath his shirt to touch his skin. He moves from your lips down your neck biting and sucking on your skin eliciting the most eriotic sounds coming from your mouth. “Oh god Sebastain.” “Y/N, you feel so good under me. I can't stop myself.” He comes back to your lips and tangles his tongue with yours searching for dominance. In his mind he just wants to rip all your clothes off and have you right here on the sofa, but he is having a really hard time stopping. While he's grinding down on you he is hitting your clit perfectly, getting you to your peak in no time. 

“Sebastian, baby, I'm gonna cum don't stop!” “I don't plan on stopping anytime soon sweetheart.” He feels like a teenager dry humping his girlfriend but in reality you're really not his. After knowing how you are under him kissing and touching he won't let go. “Sebastian, look me in the eyes baby.” He brings his head up front he croke of your neck to look at you. He looks wrecked but so beautiful. “Come on angel eyes let go for me I'm right there.” With one last thrust of his hips he hit you in the right spot for the both of you and you came together. How did this almost feel better than actual sex? You look him in the eyes as you both come down from your highs, never looking away in fear of the other leaving. Something comes over Sebastian right then and there. An overwhelming need to say those 3 little words again to you. “Y/N I love you so much. I don't know who sent you to me but I'm so glad they did.” Sebastian was in a daze from the heavy makeout and teenage humping session. But he is not taking that back anytime soon. He gives you a small peck on the lips as he starts to get up from the couch. “I'm going to take a quick shower and change clothes. It'll be just 5-10 mins and then you can take that nice hot shower you wanted, Does that sound okay?” “Sure baby, I’ll be fine here while you're gone.” 

Sebastain gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads into the bedroom to grab some fresh clothes and then enters the bathroom turning on the shower to get it going. He takes off his clothes and throws them in the hamper and then gets into the shower. He brings his head under the shower stream trying to calm his racing heart. His brain is telling him this is completely crazy to fall in love with someone he hardly knows and on top of that she has no memory of her previous life. But his heart, his heart is telling him to fall completely for this woman. Give her everything his heart and soul will offer. After a few mins of his brain and heart debating he grabs his body wash and starts washing the remnants of his cum from his body and quickly washes his hair. Once he's done rinsing off he turns off the shower and grabs a towel from the rack and wraps it around his waist after drying off. 

He grabs his clothes from the counter slipping on his boxer briefs and dark gray sweat pants and black tank top. He picks up his brush and combs his wet hair back in a slicked back look. He comes back into the living room with you still looking out the window. “Sweetheart, the bathroom is all yours.” “Okay, I’ll probably be a little while.” You stand up from the couch and give him a hug before you head to the bedroom to grab your clothes. He smells so good you don't want to let go. “Don’t forget most of your clothes are in the closet and your underwear is in the top left drawer of the dresser.” You pull back from the hug and give him a kiss on the cheek and head to the room. You walk the short hallway and see the bedroom door ajar and enter. You look around like you’re trying to familiarize yourself with the room. 

You go to the dresser and find your underwear and grab a cute pair of pink panties and go to the closet and see your clothes right next to Sebastian’s. You find your black biker shorts and look over to Sebastian’s side and decide to steal one of his shirts. You decided to take his soft pink hoodie sweater for yourself. With a little giggle you head over to the bathroom to take your much needed shower. You see all your face creams and makeup on the counter and graze your hand over them. Just seeing them warms your heart a bit. You turn on the shower as hot as you can stand and remove your clothes and toss them in the hamper by the shower. You get in and just relish in the feel of the hot water soothing your skin. You stand under the stream of water for a while before you reach for your shampoo and start cleaning the hospital smell and the reminisce of your organism from your body. You finally finish scrubbing your body with your sugar scrub and rinse off. You turn off the water and grab a towel and start drying off. 

What you didn't know was that while you were taking your shower Sebastian was just outside the door listening to you hum while showering. He couldn't figure out if it was an actual song or something random. He got his answer when you sang the chorus to ' ‘We don't have to take our clothes off’. That's one of his favorite songs. Just as you turned off the shower he headed back into the living room and turned on the tv to look like he had been there the whole time. 

You put your clothes on and then wrapped the towel around your head to exit the bathroom. When you get to the living room Sebastian is laying on the couch with his arm slung on the back and his right leg stretched out on the couch with his left leg dangling off the side. When you come into view he looks up from the tv and his breath hitches and his heart almost stops. You stand there in shorts he can barely see because of how long his sweater is covering it. You’re wearing his clothes and you look almost nervous of his reaction to it. “Oh my god, sweetheart is that my sweater?” “Yeah it felt so soft and smelled like you. I wanted to wear it. Is that okay?” He stands up and takes in your form. Walking slowly to you he stands just a foot away from you. He never let any of his former girlfriends wear his clothes but you look absolutely gorgeous in them. “Sweetheart, how does this look better on you than me?” With a bashful smile you dip your head down in slight embarrassment. Sebastian takes your chin in his hands and brings you back into view. “Don't be bashful baby, if you look this good in my sweater you can wear anything of mine.” 

The rest of the day goes by in a flash with you both laying on the couch and watching tv. Sebastian orders Chinese for dinner and when you all are done it is time for bed. Sebastian was a little nervous but excited to share a bed with you. 

After what happened today on the couch he had to remind himself to keep it PG tonight. You both get into bed and you reach over to turn off the lamp on your side of the bed and scoot over towards the middle to reach Sebastain. He gladly accepts you into his arms. You lay your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his torso. You trace little patterns on his chest as you start to fall asleep with his warmth and scent of bergamot and citrus. “If i didn't say it already, thank you for saving my life angel eyes I Love you.” And just like that you were fast asleep. Sebastian laid awake for a few more minutes staring at the ceiling. He had to keep you even after your memory came back. When his eyes start to become heavy with sleep he turns his head to look down at you snoring a little bit. “Goodnight y/n I love you.” 

The first few days after you left the hospital have been great. The day after, Sebastain had to go out and have a business lunch with his assistant Ethan, but other than that he has been by your side to make sure your recovery from the accident went well. Sebastain has been very attentive and made sure you had whatever you needed. It's been a little over a week since you had your accident and you still have a lingering headache. You called Dr Roberts to make sure it was okay to still have these pains, and he reassured you that with the concussion you had it was normal. With that you had to keep taking ibuprofen for the headaches to ease them. 

After being cooped up in the apartment for over a week you are starting to feel like a caged animal. So you think it's time to head out into the world and take in the city for a bit. “Sebastian, honey, do you think we can go outside today? I'm feeling a little claustrophobic and I think a little walk around the neighborhood would do us some good. What do you say?” He looks at you a little puzzled but starts to think quickly on his feet. “Sure sweetheart, do you just want to walk or do you have any destinations in mind?” “I just want to walk, and if anything catches my eye can we do that if it's okay with you?” “That would be good with me, I just need to make a quick call to Marcus and see if he's available in case you can't walk back to the apartment okay?” “Alright baby, I’ll just be in the bedroom getting ready.”

As you went to get ready, he shot off a text to Marcus and then made a quick call to Ethan. “Hey buddy how's it going with y/n is she remembering anything?” “No so far no change, look she wants to go out and take a walk around the neighborhood since she's been cooped up in the apartment since i brought her home from the hospital. I need to make sure we get no unexpected pictures taken of us. Please keep an eye out on any and all social media that may pop up with any pictures of us. I don't want her to worry about trying to escape paparazzi or some fans that may discover her. I know it's going to be hard but I want to shield her as much as possible.” “Yeah sure I can do that for you, I’ll even let you know if the paps are anywhere near the area to make sure you don't run into any of them” “You're the best man, okay I’ll talk to you later.” 

Just as he hangs up the phone you leave the bedroom wearing a pair of cute galaxy leggings, a tank top with your black cardigan and your low top converse sneakers. Sebastian gives you a big smile and extends his hand to you to take. “You ready to go sweetheart, New York awaits?”  “You’re such a goofball baby.” “Yeah but I’m your goofball.” You shake your head at his silliness and head out of the apartment. As you head out of the building you lift your head up to the sky and let the sun shine on your face like it's the first time seeing it. You let out a deep breath and look over at Sebastian. He takes your hand and you head down the sidewalk on your little walk. 

You take it slow since you still have that lingering headache. You both walk in comfortable silence taking in your surroundings. As you're walking Sebastian notices a vendor selling flowers. You both walk up to check out what he has. You see a beautiful bunch of pink hydrangeas and you glide your fingers over the pedals. After admiring them for a bit you look at the rest of the flowers on display. Sebastian sees this and looks over at the vendor and points to the hydrangeas you were looking at and he grabs to bushels and he pays for them, while you are busy petting a cute golden retriever that came up with its owner. He finishes paying for the flowers when the dog finally leaves and you turn around to see Sebastian holding out the flowers you were admiring. 

“I saw you looking at these and I thought these might make you smile.” “Oh Sebastain, they are beautiful, I love them.” With a bashful smile he takes your hand and you continue your walk. So far Sebastian hasn't gotten any messages from Ethan so that's a good sign. You make it around the block and you see the cutest thing on earth. Two little girls, they look to be around 8 or 9 selling lemonade and iced tea. “Oh Sebastain isn't that the sweetest thing ever? Let's go buy a drink from them?”  He couldn't say no to you wanting to help out these two little girls. “Okay sweetheart, anything for you.”  He gave you a quick kiss on the lips and you both headed towards the girls. You approached the girls asking them how much for a lemonade. They told you it was $1.50 per cup, so you asked them for 2 lemonades. As Sebastian took his wallet out the girls noticed he looked familiar and were whispering to each other. That's when one of them spoke up. “Excuse me sir, but aren't you Bucky Barnes?” When the little girl says that you look over at Sebastian who is now eye level with them with wide eyes. You would remember that your boyfriend was an actor. Why are you so shocked? “Yes I am sweetie.”  He gives the girls each an autograph on a napkin they have and they hand him the cups. Just after paying for the drinks he puts a $50 bill in their tip jar and the girls squeal with excitement. Sebastian hands you your drink and you start walking back towards the apartment. With that information on your mind you ask him. 

“Baby, you're an actor? How come I don't remember?” Sebastian thinks quickly on his feet with your question. “Angel, you know I'm an actor. It must be the headaches you’ve been having. Making you forget a few things.” “Yeah you’re probably right. I don't know why I forgot.”  Letting out a short breath of relief you keep walking towards your building and back into the safety of the apartment. Sebastian checks his phone again after interacting with the two little fans and so far no unexpected postings about it or pictures. That walk was almost too easy for him to not have a spontaneous photo of him out in the city. You find a vase to put the hydrangeas in and then place them in the middle of the coffee table so you can always look at them. 

Sebastian heads into the kitchen to start making dinner for the both of you. When you finish your meal you take the dishes from the table and start getting them rinsed to put them into the dishwasher. While you do that your mind starts to wonder and you think back to when you came home from the hospital and had your heavy makeout session on the couch. You think about it and you and Sebastain haven't had any sex since then which you think is a bit strange. You want to bring it up but don't want to upset him. After a bit of a debate in your head and putting the final dish in the washer you wash your hands and head into the bedroom where Sebastian is laying in bed reading a book. 

You watch him from the doorway just taking him in. It's now or never you tell yourself.  You go into the closet to change out of your clothes and just slip on an old band t-shirt to sleep in. As you exit the closet you see Sebastain follow you as you walk over to your side of the bed. You get under the covers and scoot over to lay your head on his chest. “Sebastian? How come we haven't had sex in the past week?” Sebastian stiffens a bit but you don't notice. “Well honey I wanted to make sure that you had recovered well enough before we did anything too strenuous. Especially with these pains you're getting I didn't want to make it worse.” “I understand that angel eyes but I’ve heard that sex is good for headaches.” With a little bit of a smile you look up at him with hooded eyes. Your hand begins to wander down his chest and you graze his abs and feel him clench his stomach. He drops his book to the floor and rolls over on top of you and brings his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His brain is on autopilot, he’s wanted to have sex with you since that first day back home but has been too afraid to initiate.

You bring your hands up to his shoulders and around his neck. He has you caged in and you can feel his hard cock against your thigh, so you spread your legs wider to bring him closer to your core. Since you’re only wearing your t-shirt and panties Sebastian can feel how wet you are for him. Plus he isn't wearing any underwear under his sweats so he is getting harder with every feel of her pussy. Sebastian brings his left hand down your body squeezing your breast on his way to your soaked panties. “Oh god baby please take me. Make love to me please.” “Sweetheart, I'm gonna make you feel so good. I’ve been going crazy not being able to touch you like this.” You cradle his face in your hands to have him look you in the eyes. “I love you so much angel eyes, I’m yours baby.” “I love you too y/n. Please don't leave me? I can’t live without you.” Seeing the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes almost makes you want to cry. You wonder where all this came from.   

“I’ll never leave you baby. I’m right here, always.” With that confirmation Sebastian goes in for a bruising kiss at the same time rips your panites off and starts peeling off his sweats in a matter of seconds. He’s hungry for you. You can feel it in the kiss and the rush to get all offending clothing off. He nudges his still leaking cock to your clit that makes you let out the most sinful moan he’s ever heard. Feeling how wet you are he knows he doesn't have to prep you. Sebastian gives you one last peck on the lips as he starts entering your weeping pussy. As he enters your face contorts in a cross between pain and pleasure so he stops to make sure you're okay. “Sweetheart, are you okay, do you want me to stop?” “No, please don't stop, you feel so good Sebastian.” He starts moving forward and gets lost in the feel of you as he keeps moving. He has found his heaven inside you. Once he has entered you fully to the hilt he has to control his breathing to make sure he doesn't cum too soon. 

You move your hips to let him know you’re ready. He starts off slow at first just relishing in the feel of your wet pussy. You bring your hands down his arms and around to his back scratching down his back until you reach his ass. He really likes that you grabbed his ass and started going faster with the feel of your hands holding him making him go harder. “Harder baby, I can take it, don't hold back.”

“Sweetheart you keep saying things like that i won't last much longer.” He takes his right arm and holds on to the headboard for leverage and starts hammering into you at a fast pace making you arch your back and bringing your breast towards his face. He takes the opportunity and wraps his mouth around one of your breasts and starts licking and suckling on them like he's trying to get milk out of you. You bring your hands onto his hair and start tugging and scratching at his scalp. He keeps up his fast pace, not wanting to stop anytime soon. 

“Mmmmm Sebastian oh god baby i'm so close dont stop!” “I’m almost there too. Cum with me sweetheart. Come on, I can feel you squeezing me so tight.” His cock is hitting you just right just kissing your g-spot and the little hairs at his shaft are grazing your clit with the right pressure. “Yes, yes, yes right there baby don't stop oh im cumming!” “I’m right behind you angel, look at me when you cum, i want to see those beautiful eyes.” You flutter your eyes open and look into those beautiful gray-blue eyes. He brings his forehead to yours while still looking at you. After 2 more thrusts of his hips you’re falling over the edge as your orgasim crashes over you. You’re squeezing him so tight he can hardly move. His thrusts start getting erratic and all of a sudden he’s cumming inside you.

“Jesus christ baby, I cant stop cumming i can’t stop.” As he says this you are in your orgasmic haze trying to make this last as long as you can. He brings his mouth to your ear and starts praising you. Tell you how good you feel. “Oh shit there's so much cum baby. I don’t think I've cum this much ever.” “It's alright honey, you made me feel so good and hey I don't feel my headache anymore.” With a little giggle you hid your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment. Sebastian joins you in your laughter as he lays his head on your chest. You start carding your hands through his hair as he keeps a hold of your body tight. He doesn't want to let go of this moment. He just had the most amazing sex with you and he doesn't want to lose you. Even after his cock has softened he stays inside you just loving your warmth never wanting to remove himself.

Sebastian starts dozing off with you rubbing his back and head so deliciously plus your warm wet pussy mixed with both your orgasims he’s in heaven. “I love you so much y/n. Please don't ever let go, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life.” You look down at him with tears in your eyes. You can feel his own tears on your chest. How can you ever leave this wonderful man? He has been so caring and wonderful. “Angel eyes look at me please?” Sebastian looks up from your chest putting his chin on top. You wipe his tears from his face and kiss his forehead, he’s really loving the little pet name you gave him. “Oh my sweet Sebastian, don’t cry. Please, you're breaking my heart with your words.” 

“I’m sorry, I just… can't see my life without you in it and I feel like this is a dream and when I wake up you won’t be by my side.” You see the inner turmoil he is having and you just want to hold him to you for the rest of your life and take his pain and doubts away. “I have an idea, do you have a pen and a notepad in your nightstand?” “Yeah I think I do, why do you want it?” “Just grab it and I’ll tell you my plan.” Sebastian reluctantly removes himself from you and rolls over to his side of the bed and looks through his drawer. He finds a pen and blue post-it notes. He hands them over to you and you slowly get up and rest your back on the headboard.

“Okay here's my idea, I don't want you having any doubts about us so I'm going to write on this post-it something that you and i can look at everyday to reassure you I will always be here for you.” Sebastian rests his head on your shoulder as you write on the post-it. When you finish you show him what you wrote. ‘I, y/n always promise to love and cherish Sebastian for as long as he will let me. And I hope to smash any doubts he has with my love for him. I made this promise in March  2023.’ He takes the post-it and looks it over and gives you the biggest smile. You take it back and sign your name at the bottom and Sebastian signs it to verify it further. He places the post-it above the bed and kisses his fingers and places it on the paper and you do the same to seal the deal. 

You wake up the next morning with no lingering headache at all, which makes you very happy at least you don't have to take any ibuprofen today. You stretch your sore limbs and notice Sebastian isn't in bed. You look at the clock to check the time and it's already 9am. You sit up and you hear music playing in the living room. You get up and head over to the dresser and put on a pair of underwear and slip on your t-shirt from the night before. As you walk down the hall towards the kitchen you hear Sebastian playing his 80’s music playlist. Walking further you see him standing at the stove making breakfast. He hasn't put a shirt on today and is only in his basketball shorts cooking. As you admire his impressive backside you walk over and snake your arms around his torso and lay your cheek to his shoulder blades. “Good morning handsome, what are you making today?” “I’m making french toast and bacon. Coffee is brewing right now so it will be ready soon. Why don't you grab some mugs for us while I finish up here?” Giving his back a kiss you move over to the other side of Sebastian and get 2 coffee mugs for your drinks. Shuffling over to the fridge you grab the creamers for the coffee and place them on the kitchen counter. Sebastian finishes up the rest of the french toast and grabs the bacon from the oven where it has been warming in. He serves up both of your plates with a generous amount of toast and 4 slices of bacon each.  

“Here you go sweetheart, I hope you enjoy it.” Sebastian tells you as he kisses your head. “You made it so I'm sure I will love it.” Both of you eat breakfast in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's company, every once in a while you play footsie with each other making you giggle when he finds a tickle spot on your foot or leg. Once you both are done eating Sebastain takes the dishes and puts them in the dishwasher to clean. “I’m going to take a shower. If you want to join me, I'll leave the door open for you.” With that you start walking back down the hall while taking your shirt off on the way showing Sebastian you’re only wearing your panties. Looking over your shoulder you give him a little wink and head into the bathroom to start the shower. Sebastian just stands there dumbfounded staring at an empty hall. His brain finally starts working again as he hears the water turned on in the shower. He takes off towards the bathroom just as you close the shower door. 

He watches your silhouette through the door as you start wetting your hair under the shower head. He practically rips his shorts off and slowly opens the door and comes in behind you. You turn around to face Sebastian and without a word you grab his hair and bring him to your lips for a kiss that almost makes his own legs buckle. You backed him up against the tiled wall and took control, gently stroking his cock as well as trailing kisses down his neck and chest. Sebastian’s breath hitched as you grazed your tongue over his nipple and tugged it a little. Not stopping your assault down his body, you licked his happy trail from his belly button down to his now leaking cock. Looking up at him you took your tongue and licked him from shaft to tip and gave his head a little suck to gather his pre cum. 

“Jesus christ, baby what are doing to me, that mouth is sinful?” You just hum around is cock and keep your up and down pace. Sebastian can't believe what's happening, this woman he has only known for a few weeks is giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. It is taking everything in him to not stop you, get down on one knee and ask you to marry him. He watches you as you hollow out your cheeks and take him deeper and take your free hand and tug on his balls. “Shit baby ugh im gonna cum.” At that you go farther down and suck his cock at the same time and that brings him to his peak as his cum shoots down your throat. You greedily take everything he gives you, not coming up for air until you have licked all of his cum. When you’re done, you look up at him. Using the shower bench for leverage to stand up, Sebastian comes out of his haze and grabs you by the arms and turns you so your back hits the wall and kisses you till you cant breath. He pulls away and places his head in the crook of your neck trying to get his heart and breathing back to normal, but what he has to say can’t wait. He comes back and looks you in the eyes as you hold your face in place. 

“I don't know what I did in this life to deserve a woman like you, but I can't wait any longer. I don't have anything at the moment but, y/n please will you marry me?” The look on your face shows you’re still coming back from that intense kiss but soon sober up at Sebastians words. There is so much love, adoration and sincerity in his eyes you can't help but dive head first. “Yes Sebastian, I'll marry you. My beautiful angel eyes.”  You both stand under the spray of the shower holding each other. Sebastian is crying silent tears at how happy he is at this moment, he doesn't want to lose this. Sebastian raches over and grabs your shampoo and has you turn around so he can wash your hair. He keeps his head down a bit so you don't see how red his eyes are, he doesn’t want you to worry. After he finishes shampoo and conditioning your hair, you do the same for him. By the end the water is starting to run cold so you turn off the water and exit the shower. It's a comfortable silence between you. Sebastian takes two towels and hands you one, but instead of drying yourself off you bring your towel to Sebastian and start drying him off. He takes the hint and starts drying you with his towel, giving each other small kisses on the lips or shoulders or neck. 

You spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other in bed, just enjoying the comfort. So much so you both almost forgot to eat dinner. From the comfort of the bed Sebastain has food delivered to the apartment at 9pm. After all the boxes are taken to the trash and you straighten out the bed, Sebastian comes back in and starts looking through his dresser for something. “Sebastian, is everything okay? What are you looking for?” “I could have sworn my mother gave me a curtain piece of jewelry just in case.” “What is it baby?” “Ah here it is, I knew I had it hidden away so no one would find it.” You just start laughing at him at his success in finding said item. He comes back over to the bed with his hands behind his back. When he sits down beside you he grabs your left hand and slides a small but beautiful ring on your finger. “It's not much but it was my mothers when she got engaged to my father. Europeans aren’t into flash, more simplistic, plus my parents didn't have much money then so my father got her this. Do you like it?” You lift your hand to the light to get a good look at it. It's so simple and delicate, almost something out of time. You look up at Sebastian with one tear coming down your cheek. “Sebastian, it's perfect, I don't need anything else but you and this ring. That you trust me with something that belonged to your mother, I'm honored.” Sebastian leans in and kisses you into the mattress, deep and slow. 

It’s now 3am and Sebastian is wide awake watching you sleep next to him, seeing the ring glimmer in the moonlight from the window. He’s been awake for the past 15 mins watching you sleep and staring at the ceiling. Going through his mind trying to think of ways to keep you in his life when your memory comes back. He did propose to you so he is hoping that maybe some of the memories you two made during this time will stay with you and show you how amazing you are together. He’s also thinking about what he’s going to say to his family and friends about this whole situation. His mom is going to freak out but she will love you. Now his friends, that's a different story, he hopes they will be open minded. He’s practically giving himself a headache with all this thinking. So he rubs his forehead to ease the pain and just turns over and holds you close to his body. “I love you so much y/n please stay with me. I don't know what I will do if you ever left me.” “Mmmm I love you too Angel eyes, go back to sleep baby.” Sebastian kisses your shoulder and closes his eyes and lets your warmth lull him to sleep. 

The next morning goes by like usual, but today you made a simple breakfast in bed for Sebastian. Some cut up fruit, rustic bread toasted topped with avocado and eggs and your regular coffee. After having your meal, you got up to bring the dishes into the kitchen when you started to feel a more intense headache coming. You started to sway a little and Sebastian noticed your distress. “Y/N are you okay? What's going on?” He is jumping out of bed just as you drop the dishes. “Sebastian, something isn't right…”  Before you can get any more words out you faint. Sebastian was able to catch you before you hit the floor and is now holding your limp body. 

He’s trying to shake you awake but nothing is happening. “Sweetheart, Please wake up please i can't lose you please wake up.” Sebastian is able to reach over to the nightstand and grab his phone to call 911. As soon as he gets off the phone he calls Ethan to let him know what is happening and will be meeting you both at the hospital. As soon as the paramedics reach the apartment Sebastian lets them know they need to head to Mount Sinai Hospital since Dr Roberts knows about your condition. You are still unconscious as you arrive at the hospital. They rush you in with Sebastian running alongside you. One of the paramedics finds a nurse and has you brought into one of the exam rooms. “Please someone tell me what's happening? Where is Dr Roberts? He knows my fiance's condition, PLEASE GET HIM HERE NOW!”   

“Mr Stan, he is on his way right now, but I need you to calm down, we will take good care of your fiance’.”  Sebastian collapses into the wall almost shaking in fear and crying. As the nurse tries to calm him down Dr Roberts enters the room, and Sebastian sighs in relief. “Mr Stan, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances, can you tell me what happened?” “ We were just finishing our breakfast in the bedroom and she got up to take the dishes into the kitchen when she started feeling an extreme headache. She began to speak as she dropped the plates and then she fainted. I caught her before she could hit the floor too hard. Please tell me if she is going to be okay?” “Alright we are going to check her vitals then take her back down to CT, but for the sound of it it seems that maybe the small swelling she had has subsided but we will check to make sure. Please be prepared for things to change knowing what may happen.” Sebastian nodded his head and then you are on your way to CT.   

While you are in CT, Ethan arrives at the hospital and finds Sebastian in your exam room. “Sebastian, what happened man, is she going to be okay?”  Sebastian lifts his head up and Ethan sees his red eyes and cheeks stained with tears he thinks the worst. “I don't know, she was still unconscious when they took her to get a CT scan. The doctor thinks that the small swelling she had may have gone down and told me to prepare myself. Ethan I have to tell you something and you're gonna tell me I’m crazy but just hear me out…. I love her man, I’m in  love with her and 2 days ago I asked her to marry me and she said yes.” All Ethan can do is stare at him in udder and complete shock. “Hey, say something I’m freaking out here already.”  

“What? I don’t know what to say man. The time that she has been with you I have noticed how much happier you are and lighter, She’s brought something out in you that i’ve never seen. Now I know she's not the typical girl you go for but that doesnt matter, she's a great woman. If you’re happy man then I’m happy for you no matter how crazy everything has been.” 

With a big sigh of relief he stands up and gives Ethan a big hug. Five mins later Dr Roberts enters the room with y/n in toe. “She’s still unconscious but we hope she will wake up soon. As suspected the swelling has gone down so she won't be having those headaches anymore but yes it seems she may be getting her memory back. Now it’s just a waiting game, I will stick around the ER here in case she wakes up and i’m needed.”  “Thank you doctor, I really appreciate everything you have done.” You are very welcome. Oh also congratulations, I hear she's your fiance’ now?” The doctor gives him a little smirk. “Um, yeah I think it kind of progressed pretty quickly with us,but doc I am truly in love with her.” “Well for your sake I hope everything works out after all of this.” With that Dr Roberts leaves Sebastian and Ethan with you. 

After almost 2 hours of waiting you start to stir and groan in the bed. Sebastian sees this and presses the call button and immediately a nurse calls through and he asks her for a nurse and Dr Roberts to come to the room because you are waking up. Not 2 mins later a nurse and the doctor enter the room and wait for you to wake up fully. Your eyes begin to flutter open and you start to look around the room. You see the doctor and nurse with wide eyes, then you look to your left and see 2 men in the room. One of them you don't recognize but when you see the man sitting in the chair next to you holding your hand your eyes become comically huge. In your mind you are wondering, why is Sebastain Stan in my room and holding my hand, also why does it look like he’s been crying? “What's happening, why am I in a hospital?” You begin to croak out. The Doctor walks forward towards your bed. “Hello, y/n my name is Dr Roberts. You are at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York. What do you remember?”

“The last thing i remember is i was walking out of a coffee shop on my way to central park when i heard someone yell ‘look out’ and then a couch hurling at me from top of a building and being pushed out of the way and that's it.” You feel Sebastian squeeze your hand and you see him bow his head and start to cry. You are so confused as to why he is even here and also crying after what you had told the doctor. “Well y/n after that happened you went unconscious. It was Mr Stan here that saved you from that piece of furniture. He brought you to the hospital himself, and well Sebastian, do you want to take it from here?”  “Would it be possible to speak to y/n in private?” “Yes of course let me just give her a quick check up and we will leave you alone.”  The whole time the doctor is examining you Sebastian is not letting go of your hand. Very shortly he finishes and heads out of the room with the nurse. But before she leaves she gives Sebastian a once over with a small smile on her lips. You feel something in your heart like jealousy but you see Sebastain not even give the nurse the time of day. That was very strange for you to feel something like that for someone you hardly know. 

“Um before I start, swe.. I mean y/n this is my friend and assistant Ethan, he knows about this whole thing i’m about to tell you.” “Hi y/n, i just want to tell you that i'm glad you are better now and I hope to see you soon.”  With that he leaves the room. Sebastian is stroking your hand with his thumb looking like he is trying to find the courage to tell you what has been happening. He exhales deeply and starts to tell you everything that has happened in the last almost 2 weeks. Everything from you thinking you have been dating each other for 2 years to your lazy days together at his apartment and well to the inevitable, him proposing marriage to you 2 days ago. That's when you look at your left hand that he has been holding and you see the small but beautiful engagement ring. “I really had hoped that you would at least remember some of our time together when you got your memory back but judging by your reaction i don't think that happened.” With a sad and disappointed look on his face, he tries to be strong but fails. 

“Sebastian, this all sounds so crazy I don't know what to say. Can you let me think about this for a little bit? This is all so overwhelming and I just need a few minutes to process this." With a nod of his head and a small kiss to your hand he walks over to the door and begins to exit the room, but before he leaves he looks over his shoulder to you and gives you a sweet smile. “I'm going to go get something to drink and if you need anything I will be just outside this door, okay?” Then he is out of the room and walking down the hall to get some water and clear his mind. 

He really hoped you remembered him but he was expecting this so all he can do is sit and wait for you to call him. It has only been 30 mins but all of a sudden you hear the door open and see Sebastian enter the room. “I’m so sorry but I forgot my wallet.” You see the forlorn look on his face and he looks like he’s about to cry again just seeing you. “Oh Angel Eyes, please don't cry.”  When Sebastain hears the pet name you gave him his heart beat picks up and his eyes get wide. If you just called him angel eyes then somewhere in your mind you remember. “What did you just say? Did you just call me angel eyes?” “I’m so sorry i don't know where that came from.”   

“Sweetheart, I need you to think back okay? Do you remember the post-it note?” Y/N looks away from Sebastain to try and search her mind. It takes her a good minute but all of a sudden she gets a quick flash of something in her mind. It's blurry but she can see 2 people laying in bed, the man has his head laying on the woman's shoulder and she has a pen in her hand. She shakes her head and all of a sudden she is seeing the memory from her own eyes. Sebastian is looking at her with anticipation not wanting to interrupt her. Y/n head snaps up and she is looking at Sebastian with tears in her eyes. She lets out a shaky breath taking in his gray-blue eyes like it was the first time. 

“I remember, we were laying in your bed and..and I wanted to ease your fears of me ever leaving you so i wrote you something on a post-it note.” At that moment Sebastain takes out his phone and shows her a picture of the note above the bed. Both of them are now crying not knowing where to go from here. “I know this sounds really crazy but I have never felt this deeply for someone in my entire life. I may have only known you for 2 weeks but I am madly in love with you. Look at your hand I proposed to you 2 days ago. That's how much I love you. I may not know much about your actual life but I would give anything to keep you in my life so I can know everything about you. I'm sorry if I'm overwhelming you but sweetheart, remember what you wrote on that note baby and we sealed it with a kiss.”  You both don't realize how close to each other you are until you feel his lips on yours. The kiss is so soft and tender, like you're made of glass. He brings his hand up around to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. By now Sebastian has stood up and is climbing into the hospital bed never breaking the kiss. Your head is so dizzy from the memories coming back to and the kiss combined. You finally break the kiss to catch your breath. 

“I remember everything, Sebastian. But, how is this going to work our relationship? I know I'm not a thin model or someone that you typically date but I don't want to be attacked because I don't fit everyone's beauty standards…” Sebastian cuts off your rant by placing his finger on your lips. “We will get through this, I know it may get hard but I will do everything in my power to make sure we can make this work. I don't care what anyone else has to say about us. All that matters is that we love each other and will be there for one another. Will you give this a chance, give us a chance?” You stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch. “I will give us a chance Sebastian, if you promise me two things?” 

“What is it? I’ll do anything?”  With a big smile on your face you tell him…. “I need to go back to my hometown and retrieve a few family items that i left there.”  “Okay that's no problem, what the other thing baby?”  “Can we get a dog?” With a hearty laugh Sebastian kisses you senseless and promises you anything you want. “Wait, do you still want to marry me? You haven't changed your mind on that have you?”  Looking into his eyes, seeing the emotion deep in them waiting for your answer. “Well, I always dreamed of having my wedding ceremony in Strawberry Fields in the fall, think we can swing that?” “Baby, I will give you the world.” 

Sebastian lays in the bed with you just holding you as you comb your hands through his hair. An hour later Dr Roberts comes back into the room to check up on you. “Well I gather things went very well?” “Yes doctor, thank you so much for the great care you have given me. When can I go home?”  “I don't see a harm in discharging you this evening. But I want you to come see me in two weeks for a follow up to make sure the swelling has stayed down.” “Of course doctor, I will make sure she sets that up as soon as possible.” 

Ethan comes back into the room with a few coffee’s and snacks. Sebastian lets him know everything that has happened since he was gone and formally introduces himself and tells you it was him that packed all your belongings from your hotel weeks prior. The three of you end up talking until the nurse comes back in with your discharge papers. As you are signing the papers you see out of your peripheral vision that she is eyeing Sebastian like she wants to tear his clothes off. So you place the papers on your lap and look at the nurse to speak. 

“Excuse me ma’am but would mind not eye fucking my fiance’ in front of me i would really appreciate that. Also it's very unprofessional and I wouldn't want to have to talk to your supervisor or Dr Roberts about this.”  The nurse looks at you with wide eyes then down at the floor in shame mumbling a sorry under breath. Sebastian makes it a point to show the nurse who he belongs to when he comes to the side of the bed and kisses you deeply. “What was that for?” “Just wanted to make sure that nurse knew I was yours and yours only.” You pass off the papers to the nurse and start getting dressed to leave the hospital. As Sebastian, Ethan and yourself exit the emergency room you notice a very familiar black suv. Rounding the front of the car you see a familiar face. “Hi Marcus how have you been?” “I’ve been very well Miss, I hope you are feeling better?” Marcus opens the back door to let you in. You slide into the seat and see Sebastian just staring at you with so much love in his eyes. “Come on angel eyes, let's go home.” With your request he jumps into the back seat with you and holds you the entire way back home. 

Taking a chance in life and finally taking that trip to New York changed your life forever and you couldn't be happier.

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The Silmarillion Elves Finding My Mutual's Blog

AN: why am I doing this? Lack of brain cells, I tell you. But here we go (lmk if you would like to be removed...I don't intend to offend anyone). A small gift for mutuals and feel free to add more blogs if needed.

Summary: How would characters from the Silmarillion react to finding my mutual's blogs. Purely based on my interpretation which may or may not be messed up.

@asianbutnotjapanese: the loremaster with all the records. Elrond and Finrod. Do I need to say more? This trio would sit together to appreciate all the writings together. A group that thrives together as they compare their findings.

Finrod's appreciation might originate in the form of odes complimented by the notes of his harp.

Kings and queens of reblogging stuff for easier access.

@doodle-pops: There's going to be a crowd here. But the chief guest of this gathering can be none other than Fingon. Accompanied by Glorfindel and Fingolfin (because I see you with that sugar daddy fic Mina).

I completely expect Fingon to encounter the blog, binge-read everything and then create his own the very next day (and yes, he will write the most cursed ships). This elf will create multiple other accounts to comment on the Fingon fics...Will jokingly compare the note count of his fic with that of Maedhros'.

Glorfindel is just another golden retriever. He will meticulously thank you and the rebloggers (celebrates humbly at his popularity). And he will be the one to send super sweet 'you're amazing' kind of asks to the writer.

Fingofin will become an established annon on the blog. No one knows it's him. His online personality is 180 from his real life. (He's got some ships and opinions and mans won't stop from stating them *aggressively*.

@a-world-of-whimsy-5: The Ainur. Sauron, Namo, and Irmo (Manwe and Eonwe are lurking) are here and they will read everything. Don't be surprised if you get a bunch of passionate Sauron requests by an 'annon' the next day. Very specific requests.

Irmo on the other hand reads even the spiciest fics with a poker face late at night. I can just imagine him laying with his phone in his hand as he scrolls through the blog. A quiet existence but don't be surprised when you wake up with 50 notes and a new followers.

Namo will start by restraining himself to the sfw fics but somehow ends up reading nsfw and goes down the rabbit hole. Next day the he can't look anyone in the eye (especially Manwe). Decides never to do that again only to come back for more (don't even bring him close to hurt no comfort, this Ainur cried for Luthien. He can't handle angst).

@wandererindreams: Ulmo, Manwe, Eru, and The Void. Just a merry group having existential conversations. You all would be sitting there with your copy of texts and believe me Eru will pull out receipts to prove shit.

The sight of the Void being hyped by all the extensive headcanons...chef's kiss. Literal black hole feels included in the fandom for the first time.

Manwe and Ulmo would be there with wisdom and appreciation for your deep contemplation. Both commenting their piece and views about the subject in lengthy comments.

Eru will be taking notes. I can envision Iluvatar, playing devil's advocate (ironic) and arguing against anything and everything. Eru likes hooman who challenge him (ask Numenorians).

@animatorweirdo: Maglor and Sauron. The second eldest Feanorian will be found blushing as he reads your works and he will revisit the blog in bouts of day-dreaming of his true love. Leaves adorable emojis in the comments.

Believe me, Sauron would get some pretty interesting ideas from all your sci-fi fics. Now he really really really needs a vampire plus werewolf SO so bad. This maia will flourish under all the attention given to him. Follows fervently but will like sparingly (he's got an image to maintain).

I would also spy a lingering Maedhros but he's got the tired mom energy so he'll be a flickering presence who remembers Tumblr once every 3 months.

Lamemaster: dead. Feanor or Finwe will smite me the second they see my blog.

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DRUNK CONFESSIONS

Pairing: Serizawa Katsuya/Female Reader

Summary: As rain sprinkled down from the fuzzy sky, the breeze lazily bristled as it danced throughout the city. Today, the staff of Spirits and Suchs had to get up early to travel as Reigen was contacted for a job outside of the city. With Mob having class, this job consisted of only Serizawa, Reigen, and most significantly, you. He's not sure how long he's been drawn to you. Though, he found it difficult to ignore or obscure his little crush, especially when you’re both alone. And given how close you and Reigen are, it doesn't make things any easier for him. A drink or two should prevent him from embarrassing himself for now.

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A/N: Serizawa and liquor don’t go together…

The debate story is actually a true story from me lol back freshmen year. Oh and also, If this does well enough i may do a part two. So share, reblog, or comment if you like!

WORD COUNT // 3924 words

The wind blew lazily as sprinkles of rain toppled from the beclouded sky, which covered the raw sunlight. Serizawa continued to close his eyes, however, as if the light were shining directly into them. It must be because of the time of day and how exhausted he was. He didn't get much sleep the night before because of his undesirable thoughts about you, a coworker. He has developed a small affection for you.

Even though it was just sprinkling, he stood at the crossing holding his plastic umbrella over his head because he couldn't risk having his suit even slightly ruined by the rain. The possibility that it might be pouring rain by the time you all return is his other justification for bringing an umbrella. Knowing you and Reigen, you both probably forgot. He sighed before crossing the street with the crowd as soon as the light goes green.

Reigen recently got a client request out of Seasoning City. Evidently, this forcing you all to wake up this early to travel. Reigen saw it as best if only the adults came since Mob has been busy with school in general while Tome had school on the day.

Serizawa closed his umbrella and held it close to his hip. He stared at the office door; he could hear you and Reigen talking animatedly inside. He shakily sighed, hoping to get this workday over without embarrassing himself. He always ended up feeling like a fool near you. Some days, he wished he could just speak freely with you like Reigen, but you both have known each other way longer. Serizawa could only hope someone brought coffee as he opened the door.

Your voice welcomes him as he places his umbrella on the door's handle. “Serizawa! You’re the last one to arrive. That’s not normal,” you pointed you. You sat in front of Reigen's desk, where typically potential customers sit to inquire about Spirits & Such Consulting services.

The mentioned man sat at his desk in front of you; Dimple floated nearby. “Was your train late?” Reigen asked before you could.

Serizawa flattens out his navy blue blazer and dim-red tie before taking place on the couch near your chair. “Uh yeah, I had to wait for the second one. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you all,” he stated.

Serizawa missing the second train didn't matter anyway, he always left hours earlier than needed. It’s practically impossible for him to truly be late in fashion; always guaranteed he’ll make it on time. He’s impressively good at time management.

You lean back on your chair and turned to keep your gaze on the man as you suggest. “If you ever need a ride, just ask me! I rarely drive anyway so it gives me an excuse to use the car my dad put so much effort in for me,” you told him, a heartwarming look in your eye.

He turned away even though he wanted to keep eye contact with you. “I’ll...keep that in mind,” he said in a moderate tone. He’s learned to avoid whispering and stuttering. Stuttering is a bit harder to avoid though.

“We should get ready to leave,” Reigen suggested. He switches his gaze to his laptop in front of him. “We’ll be there all day and make it back to Seasoning City by 2 am at the earliest,” he informed you all.

Dimple sighed from his spot; he was a moody spirit in the early mornings. “What exactly was the job anyway?” he said, a frown splattered on his face.

Serizawa silently also wanted to know as he didn’t understand the whole job they were hired for. Though, here comes your job. Serizawa isn’t sure what the official title is but you basically collect all the job information and put it in layman's terms for the employees, which is only three people, to understand. It may be a completely fake job cooked up by Reigen since he wanted an excuse for you and him to work together; but hell, you were good at it nonetheless.

“The client inherited a manor from her great, great grandparents that they abruptly abandoned decades ago without selling. She wanted to turn it into a local hotel. However, she stated she saw maids, butlers, and more resided there,” you explain; soothingly and efficiently.

Reigen proceeds where you ended. “We think they’re the former staff that used to work there. Unfortunately, the client doesn’t know much about her great-grandparents since her family had a strained relationship with them,” he added, crossing his arms.

Dimple jumped in, now not as far from the group as before. “If they’re ghosts that means they must’ve all died in the manor,” he stated.

You lean further back into the chairs as Serizawa gives his input. “It’s odd that they all died near the same time and as the same staff. I could only be assuming though...”

You nod your head in agreement with Serizawa's input. “That’s what I thought. I don’t think her great, great grandparents were so innocent,” you alleged.

Reigen shrugged. “Besides that, the drive will be 6 hours with no stops. We’ll be there by 10 am,” he informed, shutting his laptop and placing it inside its travel case.

Dimple groaned for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. “Sheesh, that’s the entire day, and almost half of that’s from driving,” he complained.

You clap your hands energetically, “Then we should get breakfast first!” you rejoiced. You didn’t get a chance to make a proper breakfast. All you had was a slice of toast like a cliche anime protagonist. "Serizawa should choose! Arataka and I picked the last time we traveled out of town,” you added to the group who didn’t object.

However, Serizawa did, shaking his head apologetically. “I-I don’t have any spare money to pay for food today. Sorry.”

Reigen shrugged. “Don’t fret, I’ll just take it out of your paycheck,” he put out. Though Serizawa, yet again, gently objected and explained his reasoning.

“Actually, I was planning on using this next pay for my mother's birthday...” he explained. You all listened with eyes on him, making him look away from your peering gazes. “Don’t worry, I can pass on food.”

You suddenly clap your hands again, as if your clap is the beginning of the shift of the mood of the room, which isn’t entirely untrue. You somehow were always able to switch the room to a more pleasant vibe after solemn ones. “Of course not, we’re going to be there a long time so you should eat regardless. I’ll pay for Serizawa’s portion of breakfast,” you boldly state, making Serizawa quickly object.

“But--” he started but you continued regardless of his cut-short protest.

“--And...he can pay me back when he can,” you added, courageous eyes staring into his eyes. “Okay?”

Serizawa sighs in defeat. He sometimes forgets how outspoken you and Reigen are. “O-Okay…” he replied.

You beamed. “Tell your mom I said happy birthday too,” you added.

Before the man could respond Dimple speaks up. The room's mood now is desirable again. “I’m not one for food, too much work to digest.”

“Doesn’t matter, it makes it cheaper for all of us if you don’t eat.” Reigen retorted. It wasn't like Dimple ever paid for himself anyway, he thought.

“So, whatcha craving Serizawa?” you asked, a small smile present on your face, making Serizawa silently lost in his thoughts for too long.

So long that Reigen spoke before he could answer. “Well I’m personally down for anything, I just need something to wake me up. I only had toast before leaving the house,” he commented, making you turn to him, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Me too...are you copying me Arataka?” you jested.

He scoffs in response. “As if I’d use my energy for that!”

As you both banter like middle schoolers, Serizawa finds the strength to speak loud enough to talk over you two and catch your attention. “I kind of wanted some Miso soup,” he stated, you and Reigen were quiet for a second, making the man fearful for a minute. “But I don’t really care, I’d like anything you’d like…” he added. What he truly meant by ‘you’ was just what you wanted but the way he worded made it seem as if he was speaking of everyone.

Though, you could tell by his quick glance at you when he said it, what he truly meant. “That’s sweet, Katsuya,” you murmured, making him feel like a volcano with magma bubbling in his stomach. The way you say his first name, which is already rare, makes him feel so intoxicated.

You make a ‘peace’ sign with your hands. “That’s two for Miso soup! No objection. Arataka?” you implored his opnion.

Reigen responds in a bland tone. “Well even if I did reject I'd lose, but like I said I’m down for anything,” he explained which oddly made you recall a childhood memory.

“Funny, that’s the same reason you lost against Dictionary, 2008, Debate team, 1st year."

Dimple and Serizawa had bluntly confused expressions on their faces while Reigens morphed into an annoyed scowl. “Ugh, don’t remind me of that,” he whined, leaning back in his seat.

Serizawa asks the question that he was thinking. “You were on the Debate team Reigen-sama?” he questioned his boss.

Reigen nodded. “Yeah. All throughout high school and a little bit before that. We both were actually,” he replied, pointing his thumb at you.

You childishly point your finger back at him, your tongue sticking out. “That’s how we met when we were 1st years! We were both in Debate throughout our high school careers,” you recalled cheerfully.

Serizawa's eyes widened. He knew you and Reigen knew each other for a long time but he didn’t think it was for that long. You two must know each other so well. You both would make a great couple.

“So who’s this ‘Dictionary’ anyway?” Dimple rejoined making you laugh again. It kind of made Serizawa want to laugh too.

When you started talking, breakfast was no longer on either of your minds. “Pfft, it was this guy. maybe a 3rd year? Reigen was spouting off his argument to the judges, and Dictionary brought out a little pocket dictionary and SO desperately searched through it before commenting how Arataka had used ONE fucking word wrong and objected. He said it gave off the wrong message to the judges or some bullshit like that,” you told, barely trying to hold your laughs at this point.

“Total bullshit! The judge ended up agreeing too!!” Reigen exclaimed before sighing. He smiled at the memory. “Ah, but that was so long ago," he uttered.

Serizawa couldn’t help but comment on how long you two have known each other. “Wow, I didn’t know you both knew each other for that long.”

You visibly agreed. “Mhm! 13 years. I know, it’s unbelievable. That’s an entire Mob!” You smiled so brightly as you recalled your teenage memories with Reigen, Serizawa wished he could know you as Reigen does. But, even though he’s only known you for a year, he still knows little things about you. How you talk passionately about literally anything, or how you’re always triggered when anything changes. Like if he or Reigen tie their ties differently.

Serizawa is older than you and Reigen by 2 years, though you’re more mature than him. He sighed to himself. ‘I wish I could be bold and catch your attention,’ he thought as he stared at your side profile. ‘I want you to smile when you think of us too…’

Reigen begins to randomly check his watch for no reason in particular, but that is when he notices the time, and his eyes widen to the size of plates. “It’s been half an hour!?” he belted, his voice full of disbelief.

When he shouts this information it causes each of you to check the time on your own, and he was right, it had been 32 minutes since Serizawa’s arrival. “We should get going and hurriedly get breakfast or we’re going to be there later than planned,” he advised, putting his arms through his blazer and buttoning it up.

You stand up along with Reigen. “Damn, we got distracted,” you mumbled. Serizawa stood after you. You pointed a finger at him. “Miso soup it is Katsuya!” you declared before you all left.

The group soon grabbed breakfast before beginning their drawn-out journey. The drive was uneventful for the last few hours. In the beginning, you were able to keep in conversation with all your buddy co-workers, but once the Miso soup settled in, it made your body realize how little sleep you were. You mindlessly wished you could’ve brought your car, but your car was too small. You fell asleep in the backseat of the car.

As Reigen said earlier, this drive had no stops, meaning once you all were there you all were starving for nutrition. Even Dimple was tempted to possess a body for some food. The client was there upon your arrival, fruit in her grasp. You could’ve thanked the women to death.

As the job proceeded, Serizawa was the leader for this job unlike usual. This was because he had more knowledge of spirits and ghosts. Dimple's input also helped gravely. You were, honestly, scared out of your mind along with Reigen. So you made sure to stand close to Serizawa since he seemed to know what he was doing, which made the poor man markedly delighted.

After getting chased and screamed at by perfectionist ghosts, the job was done. Reigen’s earlier estimate was right. You all were finished not too late and made it back to Seasoning City at 2 am like predicted. That job was a doozy, but the pay made it all so worth it. Luckily the client was wealthy.

“Man, that was a doooozy,” you whined as you each walked into the office of Spirits & Suchs. You flop down onto the couch cushions and rest your eyes. “I’m exhausted—and starving again,” you declared as Serizawa sat next to you.

He digs his hand into his pocket right after you stated this fact. “Here, I picked up a few granola bars when we stopped at the convenience store.” He handed you a mixed berry granola bar.

You grabbed the bars from his hands. “You’re a lifesaver, Serizawa!” you rejoiced, a smile present on your face as you open the wrapper and take a wide bite.

Reigen sat at his desk chair after closing the door behind him and Dimple; Reigen no longer wore his blazer and his tie was loose. That job was a killer. Especially since he was the one driving to and back.

You rest your elbow on the couch handles and place your cheek on your palm as you chew. “Man, I’d kill for a drink,” you thought but ended up muttering aloud.

“Would you like me to pick something up for you?” he suggested. His gaze laying on your relaxed form. You knew Serizawa was exhausted like the rest of you, he did modestly do most of the work. He's one of the strongest Espers you know. You tend to forget this due to his forbearing nature.

You shake your head, not wanting to keep asking for things. You really should thank him more. “No, you don’t have to! Plus I don’t mean any drink, particularly some al-co-hol~” you sang. Your correction unintentionally made Serizawa feel like an idiot.

When you mentioned alcohol, you caught the attention of your dear friend Reigen. “You wanna get drunk?” he inquired.

You smiled cheekily, shrugging your shoulders also. “Kinda!”

Reigen grabbed his chin in thought. “Hmm, well I don’t have any planned clients tomorrow so I'm cool with that. Been a while since I had some good alcohol,” he stated, causing you to laugh to the point of choking.

"Pfft, no way Reigen. You’re an impressive lightweight!” you teased.

Dimple rejoined the conversation. “You are a lightweight, Reigen,” he added on to the fact, making the man scowled.

“Oh, shut up!” he barked.

“I’ve never drunk alcohol before…” Serizawa announced.

You turn your gaze onto him, somewhat surprised; well, he was two years older than you so you just assumed. “What? You’ve never been wasted?” you exclaimed your sluggish form from before disappearing.

He slowly shook his head. “Uh, no,” he admitted.

“Well, that’s not a surprise,” Dimple commented.

You sometimes forget that Serizawa only recently started going out into the world. Reigen then spoke before you could. “You don’t have to drink any. We can get something else for you,” he suggested. “We should get some dinner while we’re out too,” he added.

Serizawa quickly shook his head. “N-No, I’ve been wanting to try some for a while. Just for the experience I guess,” he said. He wasn’t lying when he said that, he did like experiencing the small things. “Is that weird? Kind of niche…” he mumbles to himself.

He lightly flinched when you touched his shoulder. The contact made him shiver in delight, he was barely able to hear what you were saying. “Of course not! We all have niche things we want to do. I personally wanna buy something from a luxurious brand just for the ‘experience.’” You didn’t want Serizawa feeling as if he was the outcast between you all.

He nodded his head, avoiding eye contact with you. Now that everything was official, you ate the last piece of your granola bar, you threw it into the bin. You then pumped your fist into the air. “Let’s all get wasted!” you declared.

Your moment was ruined when Reigen deadpanned. “Wipe your face,” he said, pointing at the crumbs on your face. You whined about how he ruined your moment and embarrassed you as you wiped the crumbs off your face. After bickering like children for an hour, you all left.

You all made it back to Spirits and Such after picking up some good alcohol and food. The night was followed by friendly chatter. After hours of drinking, Reigen was the first to decide that he was ready to call it quits. Surprisingly, he wasn’t pink in the face. Dimple also decided to end the night as it was and make his leave. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t want the night to end but knew you couldn’t force them to stay. Though, it seems Serizawa also didn’t want to leave. His face was in a daze as if his mind was somewhere else entirely.

You turn your gaze to him after Reigen declared that he was ready to go home. “Serizawa, you sure you don’t wanna go with them?” you ask. Serizawa stated loudly, which was out of character, how he didn’t wanna end the night yet. “Dimple can possess somebody and drive you home. You know how to drive right, Dimple?”

Dimple responded. “Easy skill.”

Reigen scratched his nose. “Yeah, I still have that car rented for another day or two,” he added.

You all could tell he’d drunk a bit more than needed for a newbie. To his lazy posture and flushed face. Oddly, Serizawa didn’t even act like he was listening to Reigen, he ignored Reigens words and moved his face close to yours. “I’d rather stay with you,” he muttered, boldly making eye contact with you.

“Oh?” you mustered.

After a short silence, Reigen speaks. “Right… Well then, have a good night you two. Don’t forget to lock up before you leave.” He said as he opened the door, his grey blazer over his shoulder. Dimple waved you two off. “See ya later.”

Serizawa’s odd behavior did not come to a stop, even after Reigen and Dimple left. So you decide to confront him, Your eyes laced with his. “Serizawa?” You called lightly as he sat right next to you.

“Are you drunk?” you asked him.

This only made him shrug his shoulder and turn away before turning back to you. “I don’t know…but I am intoxicated by you,” he purred, making you cringe.

You sighed. “You’re drunk. You should’ve gone with Arataka,” you said more to yourself than to him. Though he responded.

“I said I’d rather be alone with you,” he repeated.

You groaned. He was sober enough to remember that. “I know what you said.” You shouldn’t have allowed him to drink so much, you thought.

What the man said next surprised you. “Mmm, If I was Reigen you wouldn’t question me. You wouldn’t worry so much about offending me," he mumbled.

You turn your head back to him, your arm on the armrest. “Katsuya, what are you talking about?”

He chuckles to himself. “You always say my name so rarely, it makes it so special to hear,” he said before frowning again. You decided it was best to just listen to him rather than to respond.

“I don’t want to worry you so much. I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to care for me the way I care for you.” he confessed, turning his gaze to lap. “I try to be stronger, less pathetic b-but--” he sobbed, and suddenly tears were streaming down his face.“—but I don't know how to make that happen!”

You touch his arm to soothe him somehow. “Serizawa?” You wanted to ask him if he was alright but he just finished saying how he didn’t like how you constantly worried for him.

He stopped crying just as fast as he started, and he grabbed your hand that touched his bicep. “Say my first name again.” He looked up at you. “Please let me hear you say it again.”

For some reason, you mindlessly did what he asked you to do. “Katsuya~”

He groans as soon as you purr his name out “I love how you say my name. I love hearing it from your lips, I love being with you. I adore everything about you. Which makes it clear to me why you wouldn't want a man like me l-loving you…” he rambled, slouching over his lap.

It was a short silence before you began to smile at yourself. “K-Katsuya," you chuckled. "Thank you for speaking your mind with me,” you said, squeezing his hand. He turned to look at you again, he didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to say either: so you kissed him.

Katsuya's eyes slowly shut as you took control of the kiss. He could tell he was being needy in his kiss, but he couldn’t help it. You pulled away, his lips following you for a second. His stomach felt all hot and warm like he was going to erupt. He removed his hand from yours, quickly covering his mouth. In a second he’s behind the couch throwing up.

You stood still for a moment in shock, before realizing what he was doing. You rub his back as he embarrassedly throws up his dinner and drinks. Eventually, after he's done throwing up, he passes out from exhaustion and embarrassment.

You sighed to yourself as he slept on the couch. You wiped his face with a napkin. After thinking, you decide that you’ll both stay here for the night. He slept like a baby on the couch as you cleaned his face, and you admired his features, cupping his face before saying to yourself or him, you’re not really sure. “No. You’re not pathetic, Katsuya.”

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Twin Wounds Chapter 3! :)

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When Aelin woke up, she didn’t know where she was. She jolted out of her sheets, heart racing, before her nostrils were stung with the unique scent of the room and her mind caught up. Right. Rehab. Exhaling through her nose, Aelin fell back on the pillows, despair filling her inside. At least at home, she could have her own space, even if she was…alone. 

She curled up on her side, her heart beating so fast it hurt. She was trembling uncontrollably, her teeth chattering. She cursed as she felt herself going into a panic attack. Chest growing tight, Aelin sprung out of bed and threw her pillows on the floor, searching for what she had - ah. There, the knife she had taken from Lucas. It was a butter knife, barely a blade, but it didn’t matter. She grabbed it, hand shaking, and sliced it across her arm. 

Her breathing came back, her trembling ceasing as her mind focused on the sharp pain of the knife and not the sharp pain of her life. 

Aelin wiped the tears off of her face and hid the knife, making the bed. She pulled on a long-sleeved shirt she had packed to hide the cut and threw open the door, then started as she saw Eillia standing right there, her hand up in the air as if she were about to knock. “Oh, I’m sorry dear,” the nurse said with a surprised smile. “You slept in so late, I was just about to wake you. It’s time for breakfast.”

Aelin nodded and followed Eillia down the hall toward the cafeteria. It wasn’t as crowded this time - apparently everyone had already eaten - but of course Aelin’s therapy group was almost all there. Lysandra, Elide and Tiela, all quietly eating bagels. Lysandra raised an eyebrow at Aelin’s lack of food as she sat down. “Not hungry?” she asked, her eyes narrowed. 

“Nope,” Aelin replied, popping the p. She glowered at Lysandra, daring her to say something. Luckily the woman didn't, instead turning to Tiela and making conversation. Elide smiled softly at her. Aelin suddenly remembered why the woman was here - bulimia. Her eyes darted down to Elide’s tray, and a surprising feeling of relief took her as she saw that Elide’s once full plate was now almost empty. 

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Rowan pulled into the Center’s parking lot, nursing a decent hangover. He hadn’t been drunk enough to forget the night, though, and he thought of his night with Remelle. She was an attractive female, and the sex was nice enough, so he hoped to see her again. Maybe I should text her, Rowan thought as he walked toward the massive building. He paused in front of it, dreading the day that lay ahead of him, and took a gulp of his black coffee. Let’s go. Eight hours and then the weekend.

“Rowan,” Sellene called out to him from her spot at the receptionist’s desk. Although she was the manager, she insisted on acting part time as the office’s receptionist. “What is wrong with you? You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said dully, tossing his coffee cup in the wastebasket next to the door. The waiting room was empty except for Jenord the janitor mopping the floors. “Any new patients you’d like to spring on me today?”

Sellene rolled her Whitethorn eyes and handed Rowan a stack of files. “These are the new patients’ information. Elide, Lysandra, Tiela, Selmer, and Aelin. You can study them before their next session, in,” she checked her watch, “two hours.” 

Rowan nodded, holding the files tight. “Thanks. Have a good day.” Sellene echoed the sentiment and he walked further into the building, toward his office. It was a decently spaced room at the back of the building, but it was barely decorated. Not for lack of effort on the staff’s part - Rowan liked his spaces minimal and clean. He had his desk, files, computer, a window and two shelves in his office and that was good enough for him. 

He sat down at his desk and opened the files. First he went through Selmer, who was a sweet man with severe OCD that had gotten to the point of self-harm. He made a note on his planner to schedule a one-on-one therapy session with him and to not let him near sharp objects he could use. Next he studied Lysandra. The woman had been arrested three times for selling drugs - when she was nineteen, twenty-one and twenty-four. She had been in and out of foster homes since she was taken from her parents at age four because of abuse and neglect. Apparently, her last foster mother, who she kept in touch with, had checked her in. Contact Lysandra’s foster mother, Rowan typed into Lysandra’s online file.

Next, Tiela. She had bipolar disorder, causing many problems in her life. Her parents had checked her in, but that was about it for the information Tiela’s minimal file gave. Elide was a different story, though - her mother had written her own, two page account of her daughter’s story. Her mother, Marion, had found her purging her dinner when she was 10, and had brought Elide to therapy. Years passed and Marion thought everything was better - but when Elide entered high school and got mixed up in “a toxic girl group”, the binging and purging had resumed. After a couple of years of desperation, Elide agreed to go into rehab. 

Reading Marion’s account of her daughter’s story, Rowan felt saddened for both of them. Marion clearly loved her daughter but didn’t understand Elide’s disorder. He would have to do some one-on-one therapy with Elide to get her side of the story. 

Finally, it was time for Aelin’s file. Rowan braced himself as he opened the file -and immediately let out a self-involuntary groan. Included in the file, as with all patients, was a photo of them - and this one was going to kill him. It was a photo of Aelin clearly before her traumas(she must have been in her early twenties) beaming into the camera at the beach, dressed in a red bikini. The sun was shining down on her, igniting her golden hair and sun-kissed skin - he was right, she wasn’t pale all the time - and she looked radiant. 

Move forward, man. You’re acting like a creep, Rowan chided himself, forcing his eyes down the paper. He was immediately sobered, however, at what he saw. A newspaper obituary was included in the file for a man named Sam Cortland. The small black-and-white photo showed a handsome man with golden skin, brown hair and a smile that made him seem younger than his years. The obituary read;

Sam Cortland, twenty-five, passed away from stomach cancer at 1:57 pm on May 15. He was beloved by many and a pillar in his community. He grew up in Rifthold, volunteering as he went through school, and finally chose the honorable career path of a cop. He served in his local police station for five years, right after high school, before being diagnosed with stomach cancer at the age of 23. It didn’t slow him down, however - he planned fundraisers for his station and sat at office duty. Although the cancer eventually led to Sam’s tragic demise, he is survived by his parents, Aran and Calarel Cortland, and his fiance at the time of his death, Aelin Galathynius. Mr. and Mrs. Cortland and Ms. Galathynius are grieving his death. Mrs. Cortland is starting a fund in Sam’s honor - the Cortland Fund for Young Cancer Patients. For more information, visit their website. Help keep Sam’s spirit alive by volunteering at his fund or donating to your local police station.

Rowan ran a hand through his hair, clenching his jaw. Not much mention of Aelin in the obituary, but he had read enough to know that Sam had been a good male. He highlighted the sentences that mentioned Aelin and continued through the file. A note was included from Aedion Ashryver. Rowan recognized the name - Aelin’s cousin, the one who had checked her in. Aedion’s handwriting was messy, as if he had written it with passion. 

To the Whitethorn Rehab Center,

You have to understand that checking my cousin into this place was a last resort. For the past year, she has been a ghost. She hasn’t left her bed, barely eaten…but the last straw was when I caught her cutting herself. I never knew she self-harmed…

“Shit,” Rowan breathed. He had no idea Aelin had a history of self harm. He made a note on her file and a mental reminder to tell the nurses to make sure she wasn’t taking anything she could use. 

..and it made me want to stab myself, for letting her suffer like this on her own. Aelin is an amazing person, truly my favorite being in this world, and I expect she will be treated as such. I hope this staff understands that she has been through so much, and if she snaps it’s not personal. She loved Sam with her whole heart, and she had built her life around him. He felt the same, of course. But when he passed away, a part of Aelin died with him. Please, please help her. I just want my cousin to be happy. Thank you, and contact me if you have any problems. -Aedion

Rowan copied the note onto Aelin’s online file and checked the time. He had their therapy session in two minutes. He placed the files into his cabinet and headed to therapy.

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Everyone was in the room. Rowan tried and failed to keep his eyes from immediately darting to Aelin. She looked miserable, a dead look in her eyes as she hugged herself. Lysandra was staring at her with an odd expression on her face and Tiela, Selmer and Lucas were talking. Elide was alone, fiddling with a small purple stress ball. 

“Good morning everyone,” Rowan greeted his patients as he sat down. “TGIF, am I right?” He tried not to cringe at his sad attempt at cheer, but Lysandra didn’t give that same courtesy. 

“It would be nice if we could do anything in this place,” she muttered. 

Rowan frowned. “I think there is a Friday bowling night in the gym, isn't that right?” Silence greeted him, and Lysandra rolled her eyes. Elide gave him a small, encouraging if not pained smile. “Anyway,” he continued, “I’m excited to get to know you all. I wanted to talk about homes today. What does a home mean to you?”

“That is some corny shit,” Lysandra snorted. “Ain’t no way I’m doing that.” Tiela nodded in agreement. 

“Okay then, you won’t start,” Rowan said patiently. “Elide? What does a home mean to you?”

“U-um,” Elide stammered, flushing. Her grip on her stress ball turned tighter, her knuckles turning almost white. Rowan gave her an encouraging smile. “W-well…I guess..a home means to me t-that you can be anything and…you will still be l-loved? I guess? Like, n-nobody would j-judge you.” 

Rowan jotted down a note in his notebook. Elide: Home means you can be anything and won’t be judged? Connection to her “toxic girl group”? “Perfect, Elide, thank you.” Elide breathed out a sigh of relief and slumped back in her chair.

“I’ll go,” Selmer volunteered. “I think a home is a steady, reliable place that will always be there for you.” 

Tiela nodded. “Yeah, and even when you do bad things they won’t be angry or disappointed.”

“I hear a ‘they’ in there. Are you referring to people in a home?” Rowan asked her.

Tiela blew out a breath and flicked her ice-blue eyes up to the ceiling. “I think that a home can be people as well as a place or feeling. Like, some people are just - home.” 

Rowan gave her a huge smile, a happy feeling in his chest. A breakthrough. “Amazing, Tiela. What do we think about that?” After a moment of hesitation, he decided - “Aelin? Anything you’d like to add to Tiela’s thought?”

Aelin seemed to snap out of a haze, her eyes cloudy as she raised them to Rowan’s face. He watched as her hand twitched to her upper arm, as if to hide something there. “What?” she asked.

“I said people can be homes,” Tiela helped her, tucking a piece of her brown hair behind her ear. Rowan nodded, pencil at the ready for Aelin’s response. “Do you agree?”

“People…can be homes?” Aelin’s face twisted into unhappy amusement, her eyes drifting off. She gave a bitter laugh. “Yep. Yep. People can be fucking homes. Sure, believe what you want to.” 

“Do you disagree with this?” Rowan asked calmly. 

Aelin glared at him, and a chill went through him at the sight of her angry gaze pinned on him. “People can be homes, if you count a home as something that will go away at any second.” 

Tiela looked hurt and crossed her arms. Aelin closed her eyes and went away, back into oblivion.

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Chapter 7

The trial finally came. It took place during the second week of May. Katie was sitting in the witness box, telling all of the details she remembered from the robbery.  Soap was there. Ghost sat in the back, waiting for her to be excused so he could protect her when she left the building. No one was prepared for what happened next.

Katie was leaving the courthouse with Ghost behind her. Soap stayed back, knowing the press might be there. Suddenly, he heard the sound of glass breaking, and Katie screaming. 

“Bloody hell!”

 He screamed.

The crowd went wild and started shouting.

“It’s an acid attack! Get the fuck outta here!” Ghost shouted over the din. Soap jumped into action, rushing out of the courtroom.

“Katie!” He yelled frantically, running towards where she fell. A shattered bottle lay near her, a smoking liquid pooling around her.

“Katie! Are you okay?!” He knelt next to her and grabbed her wrist, turning it. She was trying to get her coat off, which was smoking as the corrosive liquid ate away the fabric.

“Oh god…” she breathed out, trying not to cry. Blood trickled down her chin. Soap yanked her coat off and tried pouring his water bottle over her arm where the acid hit.

The trip to the hospital was frantic, but the doctors knew what they needed to do. Katie was okay; the acid didn't make much contact with her skin to cause a major burn, and she had some minor cuts from the glass. 

“Katie, let's get away for a while,” Soap said when they got home.

“Where?”

“My family has a cottage back in Scotland. Why don't we go there for a while? It's out in the country, there shouldn't be any risk of people finding us.”

Katie agreed instantly. They packed a few bags and headed into the night, heading into Scotland. The journey took almost a whole day.

When they finally reached the cabin, it was surrounded by trees. A big deck wrapped around in an L-shape. There was a stone fireplace inside, with a deerskin rug in front of it. In a corner was a wood stove.

“How long do you plan on staying here?” She asked curiously. 

“As long as you need. There’s running water, and everything is solar-powered.  Everything is fully stocked. We'll find somewhere else to live too once we figure things out...I'm just happy you're safe.” Soap explained.

Katie nodded, looking thoughtful.

“Can we cook something for dinner tonight?” Katie wondered.

“If you'd like. I think there's some cans of soup in the cupboard.” He replied. He made them some soup for dinner. They sat together at the table talking about anything and everything until the sun went down. Katie was drained from the long drive, and they decided to go to bed.

They woke up the next morning, Katie lying in Soap's arms while he slept peacefully. He stirred slightly, tightening his grip around her. He kissed the top of her head before waking her.

“Morning sunshine. Time for breakfast?” He asked.

“Yeah...but maybe later? I'm really tired,” she yawned. 

“Sure thing. Breakfast sounds fine to me.” 

They made pancakes and eggs. After eating breakfast, they walked outside.

Soap stood with his arm wrapped around her waist. 

“How about a walk in the woods? We'll explore some. I would spend hours out here when I was a boy. ” He suggested.

“Okay.”

They set off into the forest together, walking through some fallen leaves that crunched under their shoes.

“This used to be my favorite place.” He smiled nostalgically.

“Really?” Katie glanced at him questioningly.

“I’d be out here sometimes with my cousins and siblings. We’d pretend it was the Middle Ages. I always wanted to play the hero. I’d climb the trees with my toy sword, imagining I had to fight my way through hordes of enemies. And then my dad would always say, ‘Be careful, you can fall and break your neck,’ and we’d laugh. When I was older, I’d come out here and hunt and fish. My dad and I loved the outdoors.”

Katie thought about what he was saying. She remembered the times she’d spent playing in the woods. She remembered the thrill she felt whenever she’d hear birds singing in the distance. It sounded like an old friend. The leaves were fully green, and warm sunlight filtered through other branches.

 Small animals skittered across the ground and ran off into the woods. It was peaceful.

They continued walking for a few minutes, enjoying the peace that blanketed the area. Then, Katie heard the rustling of trees, and Soap pointed to a female deer. A tiny fawn followed her, running alongside her mother. It was a cute little creature. Katie looked over at Soap, grinning at him.

“Wow!” She breathed. 

“She’s a beauty. Come on love, let’s take a picture of her and the baby.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the tree. They snapped the pictures and Soap handed her his phone.

“Thank you. This is so nice.”

When the deer left, Soap pulled Katie down another trail.

“Come on, there's something you're going to love!” he beamed,  his eyes practically shining.

A few moments later, they reached their destination.

It was beautiful. A pond filled with blue, turquoise water sat in a large clearing surrounded by trees. Small white flowers were dotted here and there.  A small waterfall was falling into the lake below them. The air smelled sweetly of moss and lavender. The entire area felt magical.

“Beautiful. Thank you Soap.” Katie smiled.

“Anything for you.” He smiled happily back at her, kissing her forehead softly. 

“Let's go sit under the tree. The sunlight will probably feel good after being cooped up inside all day,” he said.

Soap led Katie to a spot under the tree, and they sat down. 

“Do you want to stay like this for a while?” He asked.

“Yeah....let’s just sit here for a bit.” Katie closed her eyes. Soap pulled her against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder and he began running his fingers gently through her hair.

“There’s some standing stones around here too. There’s a family legend that says these rocks were worshipped by the Picts long ago, and that it’s one of their main sacred places. It's been there for as long as anyone can remember. We should look at them tomorrow. If we’re lucky, we might get lucky and see something interesting,” he chuckled.

“You mean like ghosts or fairies?” She teased.

“Maybe both.” 

“Sounds perfect,” she mumbled. She laid her head on his lap, closing her eyes.

“You are the most precious thing in the world to me. Every single day I am thankful. I know that my job won't make it easy, but I wouldn't mind you being with me forever.”

“Me neither,” she whispered. Her heart swelled with happiness and warmth at his words. Soap continued stroking her hair gently, keeping silent.

After a while, they decided to circle back to the cabin.

Once they were back, Katie collapsed onto the couch, still holding Soap’s hand. They ate dinner, Katie making flatbread over the firepit. Soap made a fire in the fireplace, and he and Katie sat on the rug in front, enjoying its warmth. He kissed her neck,  and she giggled.

“What is it?”

“I haven't laughed in ages. You have no idea how good it feels,” she sighed.

“Good. I hope I've been able to bring a smile to your face today.” He told her honestly. She kissed his mouth softly. He buried his fingers in her soft hair, deepening the kiss. She moved to straddle his lap, and he placed a knee between her legs, pressing himself against her hardening core. His hands slid down her hips, gripping her ass tightly.

“Soo....can we...?” She stuttered nervously.

“Of course.” Soap whispered huskily. 

Katie slid his t-shirt off, revealing his muscled torso. A few tattoos were inked on his arms, and she ran her fingers lightly across them. He moaned quietly at her touch, leaning in to kiss her passionately. She broke the kiss, staring deeply into his eyes, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. His eyes glistened with lust and desire.

Her hands were exploring his chest and stomach. Soap gripped her shoulders,  pulling her closer to him until she straddled his lap completely. They both groaned as they kissed again. Soap slipped his hand underneath her shirt, tracing the outline of her body. He lifted his hand away and started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Are you sure?” she asked breathlessly.

“More than sure.” He husked, his hands unbuttoning her jeans. He pulled them off roughly, tossing them onto the rough hardwood floor. They both lay back in the rug, tangled in each other’s limbs. Her eyes fluttered closed. He watched her breathing slow, feeling the rise and fall of her breast against his chest. He leaned forward, trailing butterfly kisses along her jawline and collarbone.

Her skin burned beneath his caresses. His strong hand ran along her smooth back, unclasping her bra.

“Sweetheart, you're perfect,” Soap whispered, lifting her and carrying her bridal style to the bed. 

“Johnny, wait...” Katie said, sitting up and pulling a blanket over herself.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing. It’s just...” she sighed, “I’ve never had sex before...”

“Oh, honey...this is something special. It’s very different than anything we’ve done before. You’ll be fine. Trust me.”

He climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around her. Her slender hands undid his belt and jeans, and she pushed them down. He was wearing grey boxer briefs. His hand cupped her face, turning her towards him and kissing her softly.

“Relax. Don’t be nervous, I promise you,” he whispered. Katie smiled shyly, and she allowed him to pull her close. He gently traced patterns on her naked back, sending shivers down her spine. He gently removed her underwear,  slipping it aside. Her nipples hardened instantly at the sight of him. They pressed against his stomach, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, placing a tender kiss on her belly. His tongue brushed against her navel, causing goosebumps to erupt on her bare skin. His strong fingers went to her cleft, and he stroked it gently, feeling her getting wet. He rubbed her gently, moving slowly to pleasure her.

“I’m so hot,” Katie moaned. He kissed her gently, letting his tongue slip past her teeth.

“You're burning up, but then, you’ll let go and I’ll catch you.” Katie arched as the tension increased. He massaged her clitoris, causing her to moan loudly. A slight tremor raced through her, and he continued teasing her with his finger. Finally, she came apart in his hands, moaning his name softly.

“Oh, Johnny….you feel amazing….so wonderful….” she gasped as her legs trembled uncontrollably. She sank back into the mattress, panting. 

“That was just the first part...it gets better.” He grinned wickedly. His hand traveled down her side, brushing over her waist. Her body jolted slightly, a shiver of anticipation running through her. 

“Hold onto me…” he whispered. Katie looped her arms around his torso. 

“Don’t worry, if I do this gently, it shouldn’t hurt.”

Katie nodded silently, biting her lip anxiously.

With great care, Soap brought himself to her, slowly pushing into her. She let out an audible gasp, her body tensing slightly.

“You okay?” He muttered lowly.

“Just...give me a second.” 

He entered her as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her. She was so tight. It hurt slightly, but it didn't stop him from trying harder. Her muscles clamped down on his cock and he thrust into her with more strength. He groaned as her warm, silky walls clenched tightly around him.

Soon he was coming as well, and he grabbed her tightly, burying his face in her neck.

"Steaming Hell!" He groaned, collapsing next to her. They were both spent and sated, panting heavily. 

Katie curled up on him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. He pressed soft kisses against her cheek.

“I love you,” she mumbled sleepily.

“I love you, too. ” He replied, tightening his embrace on her.

“It was nice to spend time with you today.....and just to relax....with you, I felt...like nothing mattered anymore. Like maybe...just maybe, I could live my whole life like this.” She yawned.

“What would you do when I have to go on missions?  Would you be okay without me?” He asked quietly.

She thought about it for a minute, thinking about the possibility of never seeing him again. She hated what would happen if he were to leave. It was hard enough already. She knew she couldn’t let him go.

“I’ll find a way to cope...as long as I know you’re safe. I don’t think I could handle losing you. Not after everything.”

Soap hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He was glad she was so happy now. He pulled her close to him, playing with her honey-gold hair.

“My lovely lass, I’ll always protect you no matter what.”

[chestnutisland]

Warm up doodles from earlier today.

[raichett]

I posted 572 times in 2022

That's 572 more posts than 2021!

69 posts created (12%)

503 posts reblogged (88%)

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#mcyt - 431 posts

#grian - 262 posts

#fanart - 252 posts

#goodtimeswithscar - 215 posts

#hermitcraft - 147 posts

#double life - 115 posts

#third life - 90 posts

#hermitcraft season 9 - 86 posts

#desert duo - 79 posts

#lmao - 75 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#the nature of the traffic smps make it so that this kind of greek tragedy storytelling happens spontaneously viscerally and heartwrenchingly

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Grian is not giving up his flat for anything: not the strange sounds, not for things going missing, not for things appearing that weren’t there before. Nah-uh, not happening. 

Not even for the elven king coming in through his closet. Don’t you know what rent is like nowadays?

129 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#4

A Special Concert

This flash fic is inspired by a comic strip done by @0xeyedaisy, which can be found here. Thanks for ripping so many people’s hearts out.

The song Ariana sings is Dark Dance by Burn The Ballroom, which is an absolute banger and can be found here. This is my agenda for getting more people aware of this incredibly underrated band.

This flash fic can also be found on AO3 here.

Content warnings: canonical character death, canonical suicide, it’s the Third Life finale, you know what that means. 

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A SPECIAL CONCERT

Scar’s still alive when Ariana stumbles to his side, falling to her knees in the sand. It’s dry under one knee and wet under the other, the sand turning red as Scar leaks blood in a steady flow, spreading around him. Her trembling hands hurt. She thinks one of her knuckles might be dislocated. Scar clumsily takes one of her hands and she lets him, gripping tight with her bloodied fingers. Ariana’s heart doesn’t feel like a heart where it beats inside her chest; it feels like an empty space rattling about inside the cage of her ribs. Broken, she thinks, distantly. Once, she would have turned that thought and image into a lyric.

She wants to move, wants to close her eyes, block out the sight of Scar – Scar – dying in front of her of the wounds her hands gave him. She wants to be a coward for once in her life as the reddish haze lifts from her mind. It’s a bit like waking up from a nightmare into another nightmare, this one worse, this one real.

She swallows and stays at his side instead, keeping her eyes on his, red on red as red pools around them. It’s the least she owes him. The spectators are still chanting, but quieter, now, their murmurings wordless like how the voices of the crowds from her shows became wordless in the roar of pure overlapping noise. She misses those days, back when her greatest worries were about stage equipment and travel logistics on tours, not – not death and destruction and the curse that has claimed all of them and won.

“Hey,” Scar says, softly. His breathing isn’t right and it’s making his words hard. Ariana can see where her fists broke his ribs by the dents and lumps on his chest. She forces herself not to look away. “Before I completely pass out and die…” It’s so matter of fact, is the thing. A scream burns in Ariana’s throat, unreleased, as she leans in a little to listen to Scar’s last request. “Could you sing me a song?” Oh. “I never… got a chance” – he pauses to cough, turning his head to splatter more blood on the sand – “to hear you… sing…”

Ariana’s grief writes itself across her face. “All right,” she says, forcing a smile as she holds back tears. Her sharp teeth have never made her look traditionally pretty, and most of her old promotional posters had her with a close-lipped smile, but Scar has never flinched at them. It was the first thing she decided she liked about him, back then, when she grinned unthinkingly and he did nothing more than blink and grin back. “A special concert just for you.”

She starts to sing, one of her older songs, the ones she wrote without her agent reviewing them and nitpicking the lyrics. More alternative rock than the pop rock of her most famous hits, but it comes from the heart, and she can give nothing less to Scar to take with him to whatever comes next.

Scar finally closes his eyes as she gets to the end of the second verse; “I see your face in the firelight, I know that it’s fine,” – she stares right at his face, grey and going greyer – “‘cause in the dark of the dance here, you’re already mine…”

Overhead, the late afternoon sun is blazing down on her back, her shoulders and arms and neck burning even more. She’s already got sunburn, skin peeling at the edges from the lack of care being Red brings, the way it’s everything and nothing, neglect and passion in a double-edged blade.

The chorus escapes her throat too easily, old muscle memory keeping her singing as Scar starts to go still. “Sing with me in the dead of night, a break down beat keeps my heart in time.” She stops leaning over him, slumping her weight back on her aching legs, even as her eyes remain glued to his face, his almost-peaceful face. “I love about what I love about you, angel…”

She ends the chorus with another repetition of its two lines and then, her voice wobbling, finishes the rest of the song. By the time it’s done, Scar’s hand has started to cool in hers. Her fingers trembling, she lets it go, carefully placing it to lie limp on the sand.

And that’s the end of the show, goodnight everyone! she imagines herself saying, as she’s said so many times before, holding out her microphone to her screaming crowd late into the night, body flushed and aching with the high of the performance, trembling with adrenaline and ready to crash backstage from tiredness. Goodnight, goodnight! And have a safe trip home!

She rises to her feet. In a way, tired and shaking and jittery as she is, the murmurings of the spectators surrounding her – one voice louder now, she thinks deliriously – it’s almost familiar. It’s almost like the end of a show.

She raises her head mechanically from Scar’s body to the edge of the cliff, just beyond the cacti ring. She knows just what the final song should be. As she takes her first steps towards the cliff, the spectators get louder, seemingly in agreement with her. Her fingers twitch, her hand curling around thin air as though she were fiddling with her microphone, a nervous habit she developed when she first stepped foot on the stage.

“Goodnight, everyone,” she whispers when she’s on the ledge, staring at the setting sun as its rays bleed gold and orange across the ground. The spectators chant. The imaginary crowd roars applause in her ears. “… Goodnight.”

140 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#3

with all the excitement about the rift I just feel like we forgot that the entity literally has flesh inside of it far too quickly lmao

149 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

Heartbeat

Here, have some Scarian flash fic. It’s not long enough or developed enough for me to post as a oneshot, but I guess if I collect enough of these I’ll probably make an AO3 series for them.

[tosses this and runs]

EDIT: can now be found on AO3 here.  ---

HEARTBEAT

Scar’s bedside clock is fully into the moon half of its display, maybe close to midnight, and he thinks he might be slowly coming undone. 

The warm dark of his bedroom flitters around him, broken only by the glow of the clock in the illuminated item frame and the spots on his ceiling from the glowstone streetlamps outside seeping in through the gaps at the top of his curtains, and he cannot fall asleep, not with his soulmate’s fingertips touching where they are.

Scar mirrors them, his mysterious soulmate, who he so often feels press against his neck as they are now, checking his pulse. He feels the flutter of their own heartbeat under his fingers, a double echo to his own, naturally faster, and wonders.

Are they both lying like this, in bed, their fingers to their pulse and each other’s heartbeat filling their ears? Or is his soulmate somewhere else, sitting or standing – heck, maybe it’s even day on whatever server they’re on, not night-time at all – and paranoically checking for signs of life as they fiddle away with a redstone mechanism or brew up some potions or stare thoughtfully at a block palette set or do any other mundane thing in their life far away from him?

A skeleton rattles about outside, proof that he’s once again missed a spot when lighting up his base. Scar barely hears it. He breathes in tandem with his soulmate, their lungs expanding and contracting together, breath in their noses and their throats. It’s indescribable to explain how it feels to be breathing together with someone.

It’s probably his fault they check he’s well so often, what with his habit of dying all the time. They must feel it, surely, though, when he respawns with nothing but resigned humour at his own bad luck, or at worst annoyance at the inconvenience or the loss of his items. They would know not to worry too hard over Scar. It doesn’t stop them, though, and often he’s felt their stomach dropping or fear clench inside of them when he has one of his moments. So often, he’s wished that their bond was a different type, like mind-link, or dream-sharing, but then moments like this happen, and he’s reminded why he would never switch the touch-bond they have for any other kind.

Scar feels his soulmate’s fingers smooth over his neck, creeping up to his face – their face, really – and then the unmistakeable sensation of a palm cupping his cheek gently has him aching as he lies there in his bed, staring up at the lights on the ceiling and wishing they were the stars between worlds, streaks of light slipping by as he travels towards his soulmate. His heart yearns.

Scar moves his own hand, bringing it up to his face – but this time he doesn’t mirror his soulmate. Instead, he places his hand over his chin and mouth and nose and kisses his own palm. The twitch and tremble of his soulmate’s fingers against his cheek has him smiling as he does it again, and again, and again. He thinks he can feel their heart flutter in his own chest, rabbit-fast, maybe bird-fast, and he grins against his palm, knowing they can feel the movement of his lips.

A pause, and then the back of his other hand, currently resting on Jellie as she purrs lazily, curled up and dozing beside his hip, has a gentle pressure against it, warm and hesitant, but careful and earnest.

Scar would be a fool not to know that he’s being kissed back.

153 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So, I’ve been thinking a fair bit recently about how the Hermitcraft servers, in-universe, actually function on a social and micro-cultural level. 

A list of real life facts:

1. They have unlimited respawns on Hermitcraft. Death is generally either funny or an inconvenience, and pranks resulting in death are very much allowed, even fairly common. Scar, for example, in his Hotguy persona, literally goes around and shoots people with his bow for fun (and it’s considered a little rude to not die if you’ve been Hotguy’d). 

2. Hermits are invite-only and it’s a rather exclusive server; if a (rare) guest is whitelisted, it is only temporary. Many new Hermits are suggested and supported by an already existing Hermit, and there is a phase where a potential new Hermit is researched before any invite is sent. Once you’ve received an invite, there’s no taking it back, and there’s no probationary period. Hermits (and potential Hermits) are not obliged to either accept nor to stay, however! Many former Hermits have left amiably, and some have even come back after missing a season or two, like Keralis.

3. When it comes to server-wide decisions, everyone has to agree or else it won’t happen. It’s quite literally all-or-nothing on Hermitcraft. And everyone has a say and everyone’s voice is weighed the same, no matter how long or short they’ve been there. 

4. Many Hermits are pioneers or big names in their field (Doc and Tango in redstone, Grian and Scar in building, etc.), or else have been around in MCYT circles for a long time (e.g. Etho and Xisuma). This is not true for every Hermit, but there is distinctly an element of this in the line-up as a whole. It is also very common for Hermits to ask for help/opinions from other Hermits whose specialities are different from their own.

5. Mega-builds and mega-projects are the norm on Hermitcraft. It’s generally expected for a Hermit to take months and months on creating a starter base, then a mega base, at least one shop, usually a mini-game or two for server-wide events, etcetera etcetera. Not every Hermit does this, or does this every season, but most do.

6. Hermitcraft has very, very few rules: griefing is allowed, stealing is allowed, etc. No, really! You can do just about anything on Hermitcraft - so long as you’re prepared to deal with the consequences, and to make reparations if you actually hurt someone’s feelings.

7. It does, however, work on what are called “gentleman’s rules”: that is, if you make a mess, you clean it up, basically. If you prank someone, expect a retaliatory prank, which you have to take in good humour. If you destroy (by accident or design) someone’s items or builds, you’re expected to replace/reimburse/help set it to rights. The entire Hermitcraft economy (the shopping district) works on an honesty box design. Good sportsmanship is the name of the game on Hermitcraft. In the words of Grian himself: “We prank hard, but we clean up harder.”

8. As touched on before, no one on Hermitcraft actually has authority over anyone else. Some people have admin access (Xisuma, Tango, Joe Hills, etc.) but everyone’s voice weighs the same, even if some people have stepped up to take the lead when it comes to the engineering minutiae of maintaining a very popular server.

9. Every Hermit in the current line-up (Season 9 at the time of writing this) is an adult. I can only think of one person who was not an adult when they joined Hermitcraft and that is Mumbo Jumbo, who was 16 or 17 at the time, I think. Most of these people have life experiences and careers before MCYT. Some of them have only recently ceased to be part-time youtubers/streamers and change to full time as they quit jobs to pursue it (e.g. Cleo, Impulse, etc.). 

So, what does all this mean in-universe? Well... 

- Death is temporary, and very little weight is assigned to it, save that if you kill someone for a prank, expect to be pranked fatally in return. There is very little angst to be mined here.

- The Hermits’ expectations of other Hermits generally boil down to “good sportsmanship”, “willing to lend a hand/their expertise if they’re open to doing so” and “willingly accepts consequences for their own actions”. If you don’t follow these expectations at least most of the time, you’re not really acting in a way that is considered acceptable to the rest of the server, and you’re not fitting into the community on Hermitcraft.

- No Hermit takes on any particular authority figure role, neither in the sense of a boss or manager who looks after things on a professional level, nor in the sense of someone taking on a parental role for anyone else. Friendships are certainly encouraged, and Hermits have varying social relationships with each other, but there really is no “mum friend” or “dad friend” around, excepting the occasional joke, there really just isn’t. And there aren’t any Hermits who seem to want to take on this role.

- The closest I can describe the micro-culture of Hermitcraft in real world terms is “university/college dorm full of mature students (mature students = people not fresh out of secondary school/high school)”. They are all busy with their own massive projects, and then on a social level are out to have a good, slightly chaotic, time. They’ve generally got a good sense of identity, or are blossoming into the kind of creator/person they want to be, because they’re in an environment that encourages growth and ambition while (contrary now to the university/college metaphor) not punishing failure. 

- Hermitcraft is a place of “healing” only in the sense that it is a place where people have a fresh start to dedicate themselves to massive projects and become a part of an exclusive but generally helpful and kind community. The only expectations are that you take responsibility for yourself and your own actions, and if you dish out something you’d better be prepared for it to be volleyed back to you; all of these are fair, in my personal opinion. Some people absolutely thrive on such an opportunity! Some others do not.

- Hermitcraft is exclusive, and not everyone who visits the server gets to stay there. To be offered an invite to become a Hermit requires you to be a good fit for the server and its community, and for everyone to agree on that. If even one Hermit doesn’t want someone there, they won’t be invited. That being said, the Hermits are mature individuals, and if you’re not a friend, then you can at least be a colleague. But if you can’t even be that... well. Hermits don’t offer invitations quickly, due to the fact that there is no probationary period; you’re either in or you’re not.

- LARPing is fairly common, wars are games, and everyone there is just out to have fun at the end of the day. If you don’t want to be involved in whatever “storyline” is currently being acted out on the server, you’ve got to manually say so and tap out. You can just say “sorry, busy with my mega-build, have fun at the war” and be left in peace. And these play-pretend games are not necessarily server-wide, either. Not everyone wants to be involved, and those who don’t aren’t pressured to be. But they do very much happen, and pretty frequently. 

And... yeah, that’s about it. Hermitcraft is a world where a bunch of people are basically running wild and free, able to create huge projects and have fun with their friends (in that distinct adults-who-don’t-have-to-go-to-work-and-are-free-to-be-who-they-wish-to-be kind of way), and while the in-universe reality of any storyline can be up for debate in fandom (e.g. in Season 5, was the jungle actually possessing people or were they just LARPing that?), at the end of the day, most of what happens is in good fun and good sportsmanship. And that is what it means to be a Hermit.

1,107 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

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[mirkwoodmunson]

eat your lunch

eddie munson x f!y/n

815 words

eddie has a hard time calming down when he’s in one of his loud-mouthed moods, until you cram some food in his mouth for some peace and quiet.

contains: fluff, goofs, hellfire club, established relationship, jason carver, chrissy cunningham, pre-s4 tw: cursing, food mention/eating/forced eating but in a lighthearted way, playful hitting a/n: very short lil thang completely inspired by this post that i love and have been thinking about all day i love it so much i love goofy eddie. nate is just a random name for the one hellfire member they decided not to name for whatever reason :/ disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online

Jesus fucking Christ he was really on one today.

Lucky for you all you were desensitized to it, half the school’s eyes drawn to the Hellfire club, drawn to the nerdy metalhead strutting proudly along the tabletop, giving his performance of the day. One of many, actually. Earlier in the hallway with you he had raised his arms to the ceiling, tipped his head back, and bellowed,

“FELLOWS OF THE HALLWAY!! PLEASE PART YOURSELVES — AS THE RED SEA PARTED BEFORE MOSES — FOR THIS GORGEOUS CREATURE IS ABOUT TO GRACE YOUR PRESENCE AND MUST PASS!! DO NOT LOOK UPON HER!! THOSE UNWORTHY SHALL BURST INTO FLAAAAME~!!”

Again, you were used to it. Before, when you were very first subjected to this type of torment, you would’ve been beating his arm and hiding your face, hissing at him to knock it off.

Now you just, roll your eyes. The crowd does part — mainly due to the weirdo screeching at them — but you reach up and grab one of Ed’s hands and drag him along behind you while his free arm still praises the heavens.

“SHE BLESSES ME WITH HER HEALING TOUCH!! I AM CLEANSED, I TELL YOU, CLEANSED!!”

Now, at lunch, you all munched and engaged in idle chatter amongst yourselves, having to raise your voices every now and then when Eddie got particularly loud. Dustin slides you half of a Cosmic Brownie, and you slide him back a single Twinkie like it’s a high-stakes deal going down — Lucas nudging his arm for half of that. Mike scribbles out a letter to Eleven. Gareth drums pencils on the edge of the table while Jeff and Nate grunt, engaged in an arm wrestling competition — which Eddie steps over every time he makes a lap.

“Dusty, honey, chew your food,” you comment softly as Eddie breezes between the two of you, brow puckered, as the boy practically swallows the Twinkie whole, Lucas groaning in defeat as he misses out on a taste of the golden treat.

“—buncha ball-bouncing pretty boys with sticks up your butts!!” Eddie exclaims as he addresses the table of jocks. That’s where you groan, eyes sliding shut as a chip drops from between your fingers. The others have tight lips, now shifting their eyes down, as Jason Carver meets Eddie’s challenge.

“Don’t think I asked, freak!” The blonde boy spits, standing from his table where Chrissy Cunningham attempts to pull him back down.

“Oh jeeeeeze,” Dustin groans, sinking down in his seat.

Sure, it was all fun and games and business as usual when Eddie was just, talking. Just loudly speaking his mind about whatever was bothering him about society that day. But when he got Jason riled up too, the fun quickly got sucked out of it, and things would get heated rather quickly. You notice Lucas giving you a look that says ‘please make him stop’ but you hold up your hands, snorting.

“Hey, that’s like waking someone up from sleepwalking. He might go feral.”

“He is feral!” Mike drops his pencil, unable to even try to continue concentrating as Eddie’s and Jason’s voices get louder and louder.

You all look over at the sound of impact, Eddie hopping down heavily from the table and immediately he and Jason getting into each other’s faces, Chrissy still trying to tug Jason’s arm. You make eye contact with her, and she rolls her head in exasperation, her look deeply apologetic. You nod at her and then stand up, grabbing Eddie by the scruff of his t-shirt.

He doesn’t protest, or pull or turn away, instead following your tugging with backwards steps as he jabs a finger in Jason’s direction, their words still heated but it seemed like they were starting to run out of fuel.

“Pansy-ass ball-jockey!!” Eddie throws a final insult as you toss him into his chair, slapping down his pointing hand as you drop back into your own. Chrissy settles her partner as well, keeping him turned away and getting him calmed down.

“Oookay okay okay,” you coo, picking up a handful of pretzel bits and stuffing them into Eddie’s mouth, holding the back of his head. He grumbles as he chews them, grumpy and agitated but starting to calm down as you practically mother him into returning to a docile state.

“Theeere ya go,” you coo again, more mockingly as you grin, satisfied with his silence. You pick up half your sandwich, gesturing to Eddie,

“Now shut up n’ eat your lunch, Munson. Wind-down time.”

The others at the table give you approving nods, grinning over the antics between their friends.

He sighs heavily and crosses his arms, chewing and grumbling still, but much calmer now. Whenever he throws a dirty glance at the jocks you simply hold up more food to him, smiling when he visibly softens every time and lets you feed him.

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◆Osamu Dazai

⇝Pm!Dazai Dating Osadaku's Younger sister

⇝Dazai having an s/o whose ability is similar to Megumi Fushiguru's from Jjk

⇝Dazai with an s/o who has a sensitive neck

⇝Dazai with an s/o who's giving birth to his child

⇝Smut Drabble

⇝Love Like Cherry Blossoms (Fic)

⇝"Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

⇝"Are you enjoying yourself, Belladonna?"

◆Chuuya Nakahara

⇝Chuuya with a fem!reader who is a great match for him

⇝Chuuya with an s/o who has a personality similar to Dazai

⇝Rest with me (With Fem!reader)

⇝First kiss headcanons

⇝Relationship Headcanons

⇝Finding s/o's sex toys

◆Atsushi Nakajima

⇝Atsushi with a sweet and shy s/o

⇝Atsushi with a melodramatic s/o

⇝Atsushi and the reader being his older sister

⇝Atsushi with a nonbinary s/o who seems out-going but is actually insecure and quiet

⇝Wedding headcanons for Atsushi and his s/o

⇝Making out headcanons for Atsushi and fem!reader

⇝Finding his s/o in his clothes,trying to imitate him

⇝Meeting a flirty reader for the first time

⇝When the reader sees him as a tiger for the first time

⇝Being with an affectionate but insecure s/o

⇝Being with a female s/o who can turn into a wolf

⇝The misunderstanding (Ft. Fem!Reader)

⇝With an s/o who's quiet in large crowds

◆Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

⇝Akutagawa being friends with a reader who's got sweet but sassy personality

⇝Akutagawa with a Fem!reader who looks up to him

⇝Akutagawa Dating Atsushi's twin sister | Part 1 & Part 2 & Part3

⇝Wedding headcanons for Akutagawa and fem!reader

⇝Akutagawa with reader being his younger sister

⇝Cuddling with his s/o after a long day

⇝The reader has a crush on him so she messes with Higuchi

⇝When hes sick and refuses to rest (Ft. Fem!Reader)

⇝Getting to be your first time

◆Fyodor Dostoevsky

⇝Fyodor teaching his s/o how to play the cello

⇝Pronouncing his last name incorrectly

⇝Thigh riding with Fem!Reader

⇝Reader sitting on his lap

⇝Cuddling with Fem!Reader

◆Nikolai Gogol

⇝Out of condoms? Not a problem

⇝Brat taming his S/O

⇝Mornings with him

⇝"Do you need to use your safeword, Darling?"

⇝Thirsting over his body

◆Sigma

⇝"When I wake up,you'll still be here; right?"

◆Motojiro Kajii

⇝First kiss scenario with fem!reader

◆Various Characters

⇝How would bsd men lick pussy | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi & Akutagawa

⇝With a s/o who got genderbent into a guy | Dazai & Atsushi

⇝With a s/o who has suicidal thoughts due to severe depression | Dazai & Chuuya

⇝Reacting to their s/o squirting | All Characters

⇝When their s/o is cold | All Characters

⇝With a shy,nonbinary s/o | Akutagawa & Atsushi

⇝When they witness their soon-to-be girlfriend kicking out her cheating ex-boyfriend | Akutagawa & Atsushi

⇝Telling them "I hate you" while being intimate | All Characters

⇝Kissing them in the middle of an argument | Chuuya & Kunikida

⇝Their reaction when you say youre pregnant while talking to your friend on the phone and then leave the car | Chuuya & Atsushi

⇝Things that BSD men would cheat on you with | All Characters

⇝When you fake an orgasm | All Characters

⇝Being colligeaues with a Shy fem!reader | Atsushi & Dazai & Chuuya

⇝With a shy, soft spoken s/o | Atsushi & Dazai

⇝Giving their friend headpats after a tiring mission | Part 1 & Part 2

⇝When you bite their cheek | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi

⇝Fellas grab your ladies trend | Dazai & Kunikida & Atsushi & Akutagawa & Chuuya

⇝Comforting their s/o when she feels down | Higuchi & Dazai & Atsushi

⇝Platonic headcanons in high school Au | Dazai & Fyodor

⇝What their sexuality might be | Dazai & Kunikida & Atsushi & Yosano & Tanizaki & Ranpo

⇝Pretending to give them head | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi

⇝Texting them "He's gone you can come over" | Dazai & Chuuya & Atsushi & Sigma & Fyodor

⇝Giving them head | Dazai & Chuuya & Ranpo & Nikolai & Tachihara

⇝Being jealous of their child | Dazai & Chuuya & Ranpo & Nikolai & Fyodor

⇝Going down on you | Dazai & Tachihara & Chuuya & Yosano & Fyodor & Nikolai & Ranpo

⇝Feeling sore the morning after | Dazai & Nikolai & Ranpo & Chuuya & Mori & Tachihara & Fyodor

⇝With a chubby reader | Nikolai & Atsushi & Akutagawa

⇝Teasing them | Dazai & Fyodor & Nikolai & Ranpo & Chuuya

⇝Sitting on their lap | Dazai & Kaji & Ranpo & Nikolai & Chuuya

⇝Sitting on their face | Dazai & Ranpo & Chuuya & Nikolai & Fyodor & Tachihara & Mori & Jounou & Atsushi & Sigma & Poe

⇝Messing up his meeting with your dad | Dazai & Kunikida & Chuuya & Tachihara & Tanizaki & Ranpo & Nikolai & Sigma

⇝Calling them "Daddy" | Dazai & Chuuya & Akutagawa & Atsushi & Fyodor & Nikolai

⇝Getting to be your first time | Dazai & Chuuya

⇝Worshipping your boobs | Dazai & Nikolai & Chuuya & Ranpo & Jouno

⇝Drunk confession | Dazai & Chuuya & Fyodor

◆Incorrect Quotes

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To be added...

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ST CHARACTERS + TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

summary: taylor swift songs that represent what a relationship with these characters might be like

includes: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers (no pronouns used for the reader, except some references to a fem!reader in the lyrics)

warnings/what to expect: fluff and angst, romantic pairings, happy and sad songs

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ROBIN BUCKLEY

     — YOU BELONG WITH ME She feels like a total loser around you, thinking you're way out of her league. And it hurts because she whole-heartedly believes no one will ever treat you the way she would. She can read you like a book, knows all your favorite movies and songs, and knows how to make you feel better when you're sad. It’s frustrating because she knows she can make you very happy, yet she doesn’t have the chance to.

I can see her comparing herself to other people a lot before you start dating, secretly longing for you to notice her feelings for you. More often than not, others would catch her creating fake scenarios in her head involving the two of you being in a relationship.

Most likely you’d make the first move since she honestly thinks you would never like her back. And when she does realize you like her, she’ll be over the moon with excitement.

most meaningful line: “dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.”

     — BEGIN AGAIN Robin would be your biggest fan, so she really wouldn't care about the way you dress, what music you like, the books you enjoy...she's a fan of every little detail about you and she'll encourage you to be yourself. And she’ll be just so supportive of you, making you feel unique and special just the way you are.

She wouldn't change a thing about you, being that type of lover that fully connects with who you are and that admires you unconditionally. Truly, you’ve never been loved the way she loves you.

most meaningful line: “cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid, I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny cause he never did.”

     — MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE Robin is the type of person that is terrified of reaching out, so if she likes you she'll most likely drop subtle hints to let you know she's interested but never fully confess it. She'll remember random things you tell her, learn what you like or don't like, and then try to impress you with her knowledge about things you like. Basically, she’ll do whatever helps you realize she likes you.

Telling you directly? Not a chance. She'll get too nervous and mess everything up. It's better for her to be subtle about it and hope you realize soon enough so you can make the first move.

most meaningful line: “feeling like a face in the crowd, I’m reaching for you terrified.”

     — DANCING WITH OUT HANDS TIED Since the moment Robin fell in love with you, she knew she couldn’t have the perfect fairy tale story other couples have. She couldn’t hold your hand in public, kiss you whenever she wanted, show how much she loves you for the whole world to see. You sadly lived surrounded by people that wouldn’t understand.

But you showed her you don’t care about keeping it a secret if it means being with her. You don’t care about anything but her. 

No matter how insecure Robin would get, you’re always there to remind her your love for each other is worth it despite the hate you might get if the town found out about the two of you. And you give her hope. You make her feel like she is living in her perfect fairy tale despite all of it.

most meaningful line: “I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us. So, baby, can we dance, oh, through an avalanche?”

     — DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS If you two ever break up, this song would definitely describe what the heartbreak would feel like. I feel like Robin is a very dedicated lover, offering her entire heart, body and soul to you (that’s why she’s so terrified of making the first move, trying to spare herself of getting her heart broken). Her love is passionate, naive and blind, being both a virtue and a curse.

She’ll have a hard time trying to get over you. Absolutely everything would remind her of you or the relationship you two had. Her heart would break all over again when she sees you walking down the street, not being able to handle the fact that you’re not hers anymore.

most meaningful line: “you said it was a great love, one for the ages, but if the story’s over why am I still writing pages?”

STEVE HARRINGTON

— CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS Steve seems like the guy who would say certain things without taking a second to think about the impact of his words before actually saying them. He could say that you're the person he wants to spend his entire life with when his feelings for you aren't even that strong.

He doesn't do it on purpose. He knows firsthand what it feels to be lied to by your partner. Instead, he does it because he genuinely doesn't want to hurt you. Steve much rather lie than knowingly breaking your heart.

I feel like he's aware of this flaw, but has no idea when it's happening or how to control it, just recognizes the problem once the damage is already done. And he'd feel terrible for hurting someone he claims to care for just because he can't connect with his feelings and be responsible about the things he promises or tells to a significant other.

And he knows they deserve better than him.

most meaningful line: “love slipped beyond your reaches, and I couldn't give a reason.”

— MR. PERFECTLY FINE Because he doesn't think before he speaks, I feel like this song also explains how he can say things he doesn't really mean and break someone's heart because of it. He'll realize he made a mistake way too late and by that apologies are not enough.

I feel both songs represent a similar situation, but it varies on what the outcome is. Whether Steve just broke the heart of nicest person he has ever met and feels absolutely terrible for hurting someone who didn't deserve that; or Steve got to close with you when he wasn't really looking for something serious, and when he tells you what is going on you dump his ass and recent him for being so inconsiderate with other people's feelings, and him completely ignoring you forever because he's too ashamed to face you for what he did.

most meaningful line: “and i never got past what you put me through, but it's wonderful to see that it never fazed you.”

— RED I think dating Steve would be a Rollercoaster. The sweet moments are the happiest, and the sad ones are just awful. Everything means more and hurts more when it comes to him.

But that's the beauty of loving Steve, because it's so passionate that neither of you can get enough of your relationship. It's a fight worth fighting until the very end. And you can learn to love him even in the darkest of times, with the bad days and the good days, with the loving and the fighting.

With this in mind, I feel like it would take a lot of time to get over a boyfriend like Steve. Because he is caring, extremely funny, super loyal, dedicated, passionate...it's hard to forget someone who made you feel so much.

most meaningful line: “regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong.”

— FEARLESS This sounds exactly like what falling in love with Steve must be like. I see you two being the classic pair of friends that clearly have romantic feelings for each other but neither realize at first.

As you spend more time together you both get more comfortable around each other, finding the courage to brush the other's hand by accident or hugging just a little longer than necessary. By the time you finally realize he likes you back, you two are sharing the first of many kisses.

And the relationship is just the cutest because Steve would be such a dedicated boyfriend, you'll be very happy with him and the little improvised dances in a market's aisle, the riding around town at midnight with a mixtape of songs you both enjoy playing in the background, the fact that he doesn't seem to run out of new jokes that never fail to make you laugh and just all the love this man will give you.

most meaningful line: “run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.”

     — OUR SONG This song is as pure as what I think Steve would be as a boyfriend. You two would drive around town, he’d sneak into your bedroom almost every night, and overall you two would be inseparable. 

And everything would be so special, every little aspect of your relationship would mean the absolute world to him. Neither of you needed big demonstrations of love to know how the other feels. It’s evident in the way you’d laugh at all his silly jokes and the way his eyes light up every time he sees you.

You don’t need big gestures with Steve, falling more and more in love with him with so little.

most meaningful line: “our song is the way you laugh, the first date “man, I didn’t kiss her when I should have”.”

EDDIE MUNSON

     — PAPER RINGS This song just screams Eddie to me. I feel like the moment you meet him, you won’t be able to get enough of him. He’ll be so charismatic and funny, you’ll have a hard time forgetting a guy like him.

And then everything will be just so special when you two finally start dating. He’ll be the best boyfriend ever to you, always making you feel loved and cared for, like you’re the most wonderful thing that has ever existed.

You’re so in love, you don’t care about what others say or think about him. All you care about is Eddie. To make him feel as loved and special as you do. 

Eddie would propose to you right after he graduates, already wanting to get the hell out of Hawkins with you and start a family somewhere else. And of course you say yes, and it doesn’t matter that you don’t get a big proposal, a huge wedding or the house of your dreams, because with Eddie by your side you already have it all. You wouldn’t want to live those moments with anybody else.

most meaningful line: “I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays. Wrap your arms around me, baby boy.”

     — INVISIBLE This can go either way depending on what type of person you are. If you’re this social and outgoing person, Eddie would most likely feel insecure around you because you have so many friends that probably don’t even like him, so maybe he’ll avoid talking to you despite having a massive crush on you. Therefore, I feel like this song would describe exactly how he feels towards you whenever he sees you around, thinking to himself you probably think he’s just another weirdo you’d never turn to look at twice.

But if you’re this shy and socially awkward person, I feel like this would describe how you feel towards him. Eddie is an extrovert. He loves being loud and making a scene whenever he can to seem intimidating, so most likely you won’t dare talking to someone like him. You would much rather stare at him from a distance, not doing anything about the way you feel about him.

Either he’s the invisible one who secretly wants you, too afraid to talk to you because of what you might think of him; or it’s you the one hiding in the shadows, thinking someone like him would never notice someone like you.

most meaningful line: “and all I think about is how to make you think of me and everything that we could be.”

     — SPARKS FLY This song perfectly describes what it would be like to date Eddie when literally everyone around you tells you not to. Because how could someone willingly date the weirdest guy in Hawkins, too obsessed with D&D and metal music to care about graduating? You’ve never cared about those types of comments, because they come from people that don’t know Eddie like you do. 

Also rockstar!Eddie kind of? Perfect song to hear while going on tour with your boyfriend and his band.

most meaningful line: “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.”

     — KING OF MY HEART I feel like falling in love with Eddie quite literally hits you like a truck. It’s unexpected and everything happens so fast, and now without realizing your cuddling with him in his bed wearing nothing but your underwear and his Hellfire t-shirt, wondering how you were able to live without him for all these years.

And you fall for him hard. No one else could ever compare to him. No one has ever make you feel the way you do with him, and you doubt someone ever will. It’s all about him, and you just can’t get enough.

Also, this feels like the perfect song for the cheerleader/loser trope and I can’t stop thinking about how the lyrics just scream Eddie to me.

most meaningful line: “is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending up on the roof with a school girl crush.”

     — THIS IS ME TRYING I can easily see Eddie being super insecure in a relationship because he’s grown thinking he doesn’t really deserve good things happening to him. That he’s a coward trying to act like a hero. Therefore, maybe he’ll break things off with you because, in his mind, he’s a complete disaster you shouldn’t have to put up with.

But then he’ll realize letting you go was a big mistake. That he finally had a good thing in his life and he pushed it away. Not the people talking shit about him or because he’s stuck in senior year again. It’s his fault.

This song would reflect how he’d feel trying to get you back. How everything is his fault because he chooses to hear what everyone else tells him rather than take control of his own life, and how he’s ready to own up to those mistakes. And maybe you won’t take him back and that’s okay. He’ll be content knowing you forgive him for hurting you. Perhaps you don’t want to be with him anymore, but he just wants you to know he’s trying to be better.

most meaningful line: “I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that.”

NANCY WHEELER

     — I WISH YOU WOULD I feel like Nancy can be a little impulsive and stubborn, and both qualities can be extremely useful for some situations, but when it comes to your relationship it really wasn’t helpful at all.

She’d break up with you over a late-night phone call in the middle of a fight, only to regret it immediately after she hangs up. And then she’ll wait for you to reach out, her hopes dying more and more everyday because you never did.

And then she’d blame herself for waiting when she should’ve acted before it was too late. Before you two stopped talking entirely and she never got to make it right with you, keeping to herself everything she should’ve said to you that night.

most meaningful line: “I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for.”

     — HOW TO GET THE GIRL I think Nancy would be a hopeless romantic, even when she doesn’t want to show it that much. Therefore, she’d love every time you do some crazy movie-like gesture for her. She’d chuckle as her cheeks turn a light shade of red when she sees you standing outside her house in the middle of the night with a gift for her. You’d make her feel butterflies when you offer your jacket when it’s cold or hold the door for her. She’d tell you how much she loves you when you stay all night talking to her on the phone whenever she can't sleep.

And because everything is movie-like, I feel like this song portraits how difficult it can be for Nancy to forgive you if she ever gets mad at you. You really need to stand outside in the rain and proclaim your love for her. Of course she’d immediately forgive you, falling even harder for you because she’d never been with someone that really goes that extra mile for her.

most meaningful line: “remind her how it used to be, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks.”

     — LONG STORY SHORT Nancy will be your number one protector. No one can mess with her partner, or else they'll have to face the consequences. She's a strong force, willing to fight whoever dares to hurt you. And you know she'll always be your safe place to run to if things get complicated.

Nancy will be such a great girlfriend, she'll make you feel like all the other people that came before her were just there to prepare you for the best: her. She’ll always have your back.

most meaningful line: “when I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door.”

     — ENCHANTED Okay, I don’t know why I keep seeing everything with Nancy happening so much like a movie, but I can totally see the two of you flirting with each other all night, maybe at a party or a reunion at the Wheeler’s because your parents are friends, staring at each other and her blushing when you two bump into each other whenever one of you tried to walk inside the room just when the other was trying to walk out, or when you accidentally brushed hands when she handed you a glass of water.

And neither of you could stop yourselves from smiling like idiots and barely having any sleep that night because you replayed everything in your head over and over. Both of you spend hours trying to figure out if this exchange was mutual or not. To know if the other felt the same way.

most meaningful line: “the playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy.”

     — I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME I feel like Nancy has very big dreams for the future and wants to leave everything behind, which never fails to make you feel terrible because you can’t help but think she’s unhappy in Hawkins with you.

She'd always think leaving would be easy because whatever is out there is better than this small town. She even feels guilty sometimes, finding herself thinking it won't be hard to live without you because the life she has planned for herself sounds too good to replace it for the one she loves. It's an opportunity she just can't lose.

But after she moves out and breaks up with you, she realizes letting you go has to be the worst decision of her life. She failed to see what she had until it was too late.

most meaningful line: “Does it make you feel sad that the love that you're looking for is the love that you had?”

JONATHAN BYERS

     — THE 1 With Jonathan moving to California and him being just the worst at communicating, I can see him breaking up with you in just the worst way possible. Whether it's at the very end of a phone call or even a letter, I feel he can be very insensitive about it because he just doesn't know how to deal with breakups. He’s not even sure if he wants to break up in the first place, but it felt like the right thing to do now that you two are so far away.

That would evidently leave you heartbroken and hating him because you really didn’t deserve it. And even when you finally move on, the what-ifs would always remain, especially after he breaks up with you so suddenly, without explanation, without room to talk.

You truly thought Jonathan was the one for you, and now that he’s not, you’re not sure what’s next in store for you.

most meaningful line: “I persist and resist the temptation to ask you, if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”

     — THE STORY OF US Similar to the last one, Jonathan really has to work on communicating his feelings. Ever since he moved to California, he’s been feeling like the two of you are more and more distant with each other. That you barely have time for him anymore, and that perhaps you already met someone new that’s keeping you preoccupied.

But instead of talking, he just assumes. And that’s so much worse than facing you and talk things over, because he comes up with random scenarios of things you are and aren’t doing, torturing himself with them. 

And you’re no better, also deciding to stay quiet instead of talking things through, which leaves the two of you in this constant uncertainty of “are we okay?” “are we still together?” “is this the end?” “what is going on?”. You both suffer in silence, longing for one another, watching as your relationship crumbles right before your eyes.

most meaningful line: “this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side.”

     — MARY’S SONG (OH MY MY MY) Leaving aside the miscommunications and the moving away, I honestly feel like being in a relationship with Jonathan would feel like this song. He seems like the type of guy you’d love forever, meeting from a young age and being inseparable ever since, getting married and forming a family together. Everyone around you would watch as the two of you grow up and begin realizing you are in love with each other. And he could perfectly remember the look on Joyce’s face when he finally told her he wanted to ask you out. She knew all along you two would end up together.

Everything will be sweet and magical. Like a love you only thought existed in movies, but you managed to find that in him. A loyal, dedicated, caring and committed lover who would do anything to make it right to you, to make you happy. I have no words, this is just the purest type of love ever.

Most meaningful line: “take me back when our world was one block wide, I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Just two kids, you and I.”

     — YOU ARE IN LOVE This is another song that represents what the good side of a relationship with Jonathan might feel like. Just pure love for each other.

I can see it being sort of a slow-burnish type of relationship, starting as friends before you both realize you don’t want to be friends. And it would be so special because there’s no need to say it out loud. You both can see the other falling just as hard in the little comments each of you make, or the small gestures that mean the entire world when they come from the right person.

You find love in the little things, the stuff most people ignore. And that’s what makes your love for Jonathan so special.

most meaningful line: “he says “look up’ and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.”

     — ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY For a messy break up, I feel like this represents what experiencing that with him must be like. I can see him getting insecure about his feelings or the relationship in general and maybe pushing you away (with or without his realizing it), starting to avoid you or randomly canceling dates with the worst excuses you’ve ever heard, until you’ve had enough and finally break up with him.

And then he’ll realize he screwed up and try to get you back, but you’re quick to tell him everything would’ve been so easy if he just stayed with you instead of pushing you away every time you tried to reach out to work things out.

most meaningful line: “people like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.”