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A Bone to Pick

Bellara's at it again, with a new serial to tickle your funny bone. But you don't have to believe me, listen to what other fans of the serials have said so far: "Bones, Groans, and Puns Galore!" "Bone-Tickling Humor and Pun-Filled Lore!" "Bone Dry Humor, Pun Wet Wit!"

Watch Rook struggle to navigate her relationship with Emmrich and get romantic advice from the other men in her life.

You can find the rest of her serials here.

Rook was walking towards the kitchen of the Lighthouse, wondering if she could get Lucanis to finally make some desert like he’d promised. Rook hoped she would hang out with Spite while Lucanis whipped something delicious for them and hopefully enough time would have passed to make it socially acceptable to get in the same room with Emmrich. If he wasn’t avoiding her again.

Emmrich had gone to discuss whatever book they were talking about in their stupid book club, so Rook was left to entertain herself for a couple of hours. She wasn’t even sure why he would go in the first place as he would come back talking her ear off about magical and anatomical inaccuracies and how some of the members would react to his suggestions. When he would talk to her, lately, it seemed like he would rather do anything else.

Granted, knowing Emmrich meant that he would likely go into a long description of what the right version would be, and likely everyone wouldn’t even care about the right, to begin with.

Harding almost made Davrin join, given some of the titles they talked about in their silly little meetings, heroic adventurers with gruesome fights and steamy nights. Rook thought it was hilarious how neither of them seemed to notice how they craved stories about people doing what they did. Granted, some of Rook’s companions didn’t have the steamy nights to keep them company, so she supposed, in a way, she could understand where they were coming from.

Rook, however, did have the steamy nights. Well, she used to. Emmrich was busy with many things, and lately, it seemed like he was constantly trying to become busier. Everyone needed some random rune, spell or corpse whispering and if she were honest, it started to bother her how little attention she was getting, but she could hardly get him alone to broach the topic.

More often than not, Rook would walk into his chamber after a long day of killing Antaam and Venatori and whatnot, hoping to let off some steam, only to find anyone from Neve to Lucanis, to Davrin and even Taash ask all sorts of questions about all his fields of expertise.

Rook groaned at the memory of Emmrich practically running off to his book club just moments ago as she reached the doors of the kitchen, finding Davrin and Lucanis laughing with an open bottle on the table. That, at least, was bound to be interesting, considering how awful things stood between them for the past few days.

“No, no. I had to kill a man once who did magic on nugs.” Lucanis said as he leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms. “A hundred little pigs with hands came after me. All together in one big, writing ball. Have you ever tried to stab a ball of angry nugs? That was a bad job.”

“I’ve got a better one.” Davrin said as he leaned forward in his chair. “You know what the Wandering Hills are named for?” He asked without waiting for a reply. “it’s a monster. Big heap of red tentacles that crawls around, devouring everything in it’s path.”

If nothing else, it was nice to see Davrin and Lucanis sitting together, their laughter echoing softly as they swapped stories so engrossed that they didn’t even notice Rook enter the room.

“The damned thing was a hillside. Size of a village. You try fighting a hill with a sword some time.”

“How did you kill it?” Bewildered, Lucanis asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a tremor of uncertainty in his tone.

“Lamp oil. Everything stank of burned tentacles for miles, after.”

“If the two of you were going to open a bottle, you might have told me, first.” Rook teased, her laughter echoing through the room, making her presence known.

“It’s not a good bottle.” Davrin spoke, the firelight catching his slightly unfocused eyes, revealing his inebriation, a wide, goofy grin stretched across his flushed cheeks.

“Might have to pick up a supply. I have a feeling we’ll need it.” Lucanis said as he looked at her. His cheeks were suspiciously flushed as well, but he was nowhere near as drunk as Davrin. Then she remembered Spite. Of course, he wouldn’t let loose like that.

“What about you, Rook? What’s the worst job you ever been on?” Lucanis inquired.

A few missions from her days with the Shadow Dragons sprang to mind. And then to a few others before she joined them, though she didn’t particularly like to think about those. The most recent memory, however, brought a bittersweet smile to her face, prompting her to recount the tale of Varric, Harding, and Neve’s first encounter with Solas, a story filled with unexpected twists.

A hush fell over the room as Davrin, emboldened by the shared stories, finally seemed to find the courage to ask, his voice a low murmur. “So what’s up with you and Emmrich?”

From the second she sat down, Rook could practically hear the questions brewing in the room, a symphony of curious voices just waiting to erupt. She would usually handle them better than Emmrich seemed to be, particularly around the age difference.

“What do you want to know?” The ruby liquid swirled in her glass as she asked, a daring glint in her eyes, challenging them to a daring exchange.

Davrin, startled by her candor, shifted uncomfortably in his chair, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow as he considered his next question. “Well… how come you’re not with Emmrich now, helping him with his bone magic?”

Rook shook her head, a chuckle escaping her lips, as Davrin’s relentless puns continued, each one more groan-inducing than the last.

“Yes, how come you’re here with us and not somewhere in his tower?” Lucanis asked.

“I’m not always in his tower.” Her cheeks flushed slightly as she mumbled a little sheepishly.

“Really?” Davrin asked. “We’ve hardly seen you in the kitchen for a glass since you two started boning.”

A wide, warm smile stretched across Lucanis’ face, the crinkles around his eyes deepening as a mischievous glint sparked within them. A wave of warm, hearty laughter washed over the room from him, dissipating the tension she’d sensed and replacing it with a comforting energy.

“So what should I do?” With a loud thud, Rook slammed her empty glass onto the table, a final, sharp sound that punctuated her question. The wine, a cheap, vinegary blend, was truly atrocious, but Rook was certainly feeling its effects by now — a dull headache and a loosening of her tongue.

“You should go and just tell him what’s up. Men love women who take initiative.” Davrin emphasized, his voice booming through the room, commanding attention. The sound of his words resonated on some level with Rook, like thunder in a silent sky, igniting a spark of inspiration, and it was better than anything she had tried so far, so she was inclined to heed his words.

“Rook, you’re the leader of this group. Just tell him what to do. I can make sure he fulfills his contract. Or he could become the contract. Up to you.” Lucanis added.

“Yeah, just tell him to dust off the old bone and wield it like you do your sword, warrior!”

By this point, Rook has had enough of their shenanigans and puns about her and Emmrich and decided to up the stakes with a challenge.

“Okay, how about we play a round of Diamondback? If I win, you promise to stop bothering Emmrich with those bone jokes,” Rook said, casting a glance at Davrin. “And whatever it was you said to him,” she added, turning her gaze towards Lucanis.

“I never said anything.” Lucanis replied. “Well, I never did. Spite did.”

“Deal.” Davrin said, his laughter echoing in the kitchen.

A heavy, wine-soaked haze hung in the air, the sharp tang of cheap alcohol mingling with the lingering cheesy scent of Lucanis’s Cacio e Pepe. Rook stared at her hand, the cards pinched between her fingers as if they were about to spring to life and bite, her mind a blur of time. A Black Queen smirked back at her, and the Gilded Serpent lay coiled beside it — promising misfortune rather than salvation. Lucanis leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching with a barely suppressed grin, his Silver Blade and Storm Knight spread neatly before him. But it was Davrin who sealed the match, his final card sliding onto the table with a soft, inevitable finality: the Diamondback itself — a flawless win, the game’s namesake gleaming from the worn card face.

Rook’s eyes narrowed, and her jaw tightened, but there was no denying defeat. She almost forgot what she agreed to do, until she saw Davrin’s smile sharpening, dark eyes glittering as he leaned forward. “Well, well, Rook. A promise is a promise.” He tapped the edge of his winning card, voice silk and steel.

“You’re going to march in there and show Emmrich who’s the boss. And you have to tell him exactly what I told you to say. I’ll know if you won’t.”

Lucanis let out a low whistle, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Rook groaned, tossing her losing hand onto the table. “I swear, one day I’ll wipe that smug look off your face.”

But even as she scowled, there was a fire lingering in her—the kind that only Emmrich could put out, so the prospect wasn’t really unappealing. She just hoped she wouldn’t forget the words, as Davrin would most certainly ask Emmrich about it later.

Rook took in a deep breath and pushed open the door to Emmrich’s chamber, her footsteps a loud contrast to the darkness of the room. She couldn’t see anything, and even as she had her arms outstretched, she stumbled against something heavy, almost falling, her lack of balance not helping, and she cursed the blasted object.

“Son of a Fereldan bitch!”

She heard movement from up top and a familiar voice calling out to her from the darkness. “Rook? Is that you?”

“Of course it’s me. Who else would walk into your tower in the middle of the night?”

She heard the sound of footsteps on the staircase getting closer to her, and she took a deep breath, her mind already scrambling to remember the words exactly.

“There you are. I have a bone to pick with you, mister!”

She glared at Davrin when he told her to say that, his suggestion grating on her nerves, yet the moment the words left her lips, a wicked cackle erupted, surprising even herself. She was about to continue her speech, but as Emmrich ascended the last few steps of the grand staircase, his presence filled her vision, she forgot all the words. The familiar, musky scent of his cologne combined with the refreshing chill of the room’s air left her breathless, her mouth agape in silent shock.

The long, bone-white gown Emmrich wore, ruffled at the neck, swayed slightly as he moved, the candelabra in his hand throwing flickering shadows. The neatly pressed collar added a touch of elegance, and the vibrant green bow made him resemble a present, tempting yet unattainable to her touch, given how he avoided her as of late.

She didn’t realize she was walking towards him and bumped into the heavy object again—the mortuary table she realized, cold and smooth beneath his fingertips—its presence now clear in the light, the same table he used for his corpse whispering with the dead.

“Maker-forsaken piece of–”

“Rook, are you inherited?”

“No.” Rook said quickly, her hands clasped behind her back as she fought to stay upright, the dizzying swirl of the walls making her unsteady.

With a heavy sigh, Emmrich placed the candelabra on the mortuary table, the green magic swirling around his fingertips banished the darkness, revealing the harsh Fate light from the windows. She wondered, her breath catching, if the light played tricks on her eyes, or if she truly saw the magnificent, sculpted lines of his body beneath the thin nightgown, a longing to touch him burning within her.

“Rook!”

The sudden, piercing sound jolted her from her thoughts. Startled, she turned to see Manfred, his bony hands clapping together with a sharp, echoing noise. The tension in the air broke, filling the room with a sudden jolt that shattered the awkward silence and her wandering thoughts.

“Ah, Manfred!” Emmrich called out to him. “Kindly procure a selection of refreshments and convey them to Rook’s room, if you please.”

“Rook!” Manfred hissed in agreement.

Emmrich guided Rook outside of his room in silence, his fingers barely grazing the small of her back every once in a while, which ignited the fire within her for more of his touch. But it all seemed unimportant, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she did something to make Emmrich push her away. Her mind conjured images of potential situations where she might have offended him and she grimaced at the thought of her latest offence of showing up all demanding in his room when he was clearly sleeping.

“Are you angry with me?” A tiny, hesitant sound escaped Rook’s lips, barely audible as a question.

“I’m not.” Emmrich said, his voice tight and his face a mask of forced calm that didn’t quite mask the tension radiating from him as they entered her room.

“You are.”

“I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.”

The words stung more than anything else he could have said. She would have preferred Emmrich’s explosive anger to this unsettling silence. In the vastness of her small room, she felt the magnitude of their disconnect. The walls seemed to expand, stretching to hold the weight of her emotions. Every corner echoed with the absence of his voice, leaving her feeling alone, mirroring the void in her heart.

Regardless, always the gentleman, he carefully helped her to the couch, the soft fabric yielding beneath her weight. Rook thought he might at least sit with her and talk, but as he turned to leave, she instinctively grabbed his cotton nightgown sleeve, the cool fabric a contrast to her own feverish skin.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Rook blurted the words before she could stop herself.

Emmrich’s eyes widened, a silent gasp passing through his parted lips before he pushed them close together, gathering his composure once more. “I have not.”

Rook chuckled at his expression, despite the gnawing pain in her chest. “You’re awful at lying.”

“I thought it best to give you some room.” Emmrich settled onto the edge of the couch, his words soft and measured.

“I don’t want any room.” Rook said as she drew closer to him. She stopped inches away, noticing his brow furrow and his arms pull into his lap–a subtle shift that spoke volumes. “But I guess you do.”

“Rook, I thought some time and space between us might give us both a chance to reflect on our relationship.”

“Ok? But why?”

His lips pressed together in a slight grimace, a frown etching itself onto his face as he searched for the right words; one hand absentmindedly went to his ear, tugging at it gently before falling back to his lap, the silence punctuated only by the faintest sounds of his inner turmoil. Rook imagined herself grabbing his hands, her own trembling slightly, and kissing him hard to silence the frantic thoughts that whirled in her mind, but even in her drunken state, she sensed he needed space, further amplifying her misery.

“I was hoping that some time apart might grant us the clear head to ascertain whether if this relationship is still a good idea.”

“You want to break up?” Rook asked as the pounding heartbeat grew loud in her ears, suddenly very aware of the dryness in her mouth.

“Isn’t that why you came to my room in the dead of night?”

“No, you fool. I wanted to bone you, not break up with you.”

“Rook!” Manfred startled them both, the sudden hiss of his voice cutting through the tension as he appeared with a tray laden with steaming teacups and glasses of water.

“Thank you, Manfred. That will be all.”

Despite Manfred leaving, they remained seated in silence. “What brought this on?” Rook asked.

“It’s been inferred that perhaps we are moving at a rapid pace. And I assumed your infatuation might die down with some space. Perhaps I might have misjudged your intentions.”

“Perhaps.”

“But then perhaps we should stop listening to those around us and see what works for us.” Emmrich sat in thoughtful silence, his palms slowly pressing against each other, creating a soft, muffled sound. The furrowed lines on his forehead mirrored the intensity of his contemplation.

“We could bone it out.”

“I see you’ve made the company of Davrin as of late.”

“Well I preferred the company of someone else, but that someone else seemed to have been listening to someone else–others–other people.” The thoughts made sense in her head, but when they were spoken, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Emmrich let out a hearty chuckle, the sound warm and comforting, and the uneasy atmosphere lifted, everything once more in its rightful place. “Alright. I think it’s time we get you to sleep.”

“We could do other things besides sleeping, you know.” Rook’s suggestive words left a lingering sense of mystery in the conversation.

“Darling, I’m flattered, but I will, unfortunately, have to decline, given your current condition.”

“My condition?”

“Rook, you’re clearly drunk and I would never–” Emmrich said as he got to his feet. In an attempt to grab him, Rook overextended, narrowly avoiding a face-plant onto the dusty wooden floor, as Emmrich caught her just in time.

“Please stay.” Rook asked with pleading eyes, her voice filled with longing.

Emmrich’s jaw clenched tightly, a faint grinding sound echoing in the room, as he processed his thoughts. The air carried a tinge of tension, permeating the space with an almost palpable heaviness.

“No boning, I promise.” Rook added for emphasis.

“Only if you stop referring to sex as boning.”

“Deal.”

Emmrich settled in beside her, the confines of the small space pressing against them, yet Rook’s hand found his arm, pulling him closer until he was molded against her. As much as she didn’t want to think about it, the image of his thin frame, barely concealed by the sheer fabric, filled her mind, intensifying her desire.

“I love your nightgown.”

“Thank you.”

“I would love it even more if it was on the floor.”

A low chuckle rumbled from Emmrich’s chest, the vibration jolting them both.

“Perhaps if you still feel so passionately about it, I might indulge you in the morning.”

“You’re such a tease. But I hope that’s a promise.”

“It is. Now sleep, dearest.” He said, his lips brushing against her hair as he pulled her closer, leaving a tender kiss on the back of her head.

Emmrich held Rook close, his warmth a comforting blanket, and she soon drifted off to sleep.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #emmrich volkarin #rook #davrin #lucanis dellamorte #ao3 writer #ao3 #fanfic

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lavaflowe · 1 year ago

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JTTW BOOK CLUB

CHPT 7-9

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 7

•”All this was probably refined in his stomach by the Samadhi fire to form a single solid mass” I know other deities can use the fire but I’m wracking my brain for when it used before(this point) specifically- My understanding was the furnace refined the immortal elixirs and fruit- I’m going to assume Laozi is just theorizing and doesn’t know what actually happened

•Diamond body….👀

•Erlang gets absolutely DRIPPED out, he earned it FR

•eyes permanently irritated by the smoke churned up the the Xun trigram, someone get this man some eye drops

•he is extra pissed

•HE JUST BODIES LAOZI IM YELLING😂

•”this cosmic being fully fused with nature’s gifts passes with ease through 10,000 toils and tests”

•Big war form out to beat serious ass, he’s not jokin bitch

•” bright and luminous; ….illustrious pearl of mani he is indeed” MMMMM comparing him to a mani- a flaming (wish granting) jewel is hilarious 💀

•Tathagata bringing in the big guns (himself)

•”how tf do you know The Way and not know who I am?? And you’re so….violent” I can sense the side eye

•I wonder if Wukong has previous incarnations?? Buddha says he just reached human form this incarnation but if his rock was there at the beginning of creation, wouldn’t his soul be ‘baking’ (for lack of a better term) the whole time until he hatched?

•” and with a total lack of respect he left a bubbling pool of monkey urine” Iconic moment LMAOOOO

•smart for Wukong to leave a momento- too bad it didn’t matter lol

•ah so he was jumping to visit the pillars again, not run away(supposedly)- he’d rather prove he’s right than escape💀 that checks out

•monkey has been squished, it is now party o’clock

•are you allowed to give the Buddha drugs if it’s an offering? Like wine??🤔 “wtf is this allowed? Wtf”

•”Wukong is wiggling out”

“Dw, take this”

*slaps tag on the mountain like flex tape*

•enough room to breathe and move his hands- I would lose my mind

•Molten copper & iron pellets mimic punishments in hell (just learned this🙏), shedding the Karma like water -I feel like 500 years is pretty good tbh considering everything

Woe molten metal and iron upon ye

Chpt 8 + 9 under cut:

Chpt 8:

•lots of lovely poems in this chapter

•a paragraph recap of the past 7 chapters

•wonder what Feast of the Ullambana Bowl is? (the notes say it’s a mass for the dead and is also know as the Ghost festival, practiced by Taoists and Buddhists)

•”the Chan mind shines bright like a thousand rivers’ moon; true nature’s pure and great as an unclouded sky.”

Lovely poem, and I’m beginning to realize this book is very heavily focused on the Chan school, which I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on sooner? White-Robed Guan Yin is a Chan specific form, usually depicted in their bamboo grove

•Tathagata reveals his 3 baskets of scripture after everyone is done presenting their poems, feels almost like he suggested the celebration to announce these

•Each basket corresponds to scriptures of Heaven, Earth, and the Damned- a total of 15,144 FUCKING SCROLLS

•oooo Guanyin poem!! “ a golden body filled with wisdom, fringes of dangling pearls and jade, …dark hair piled smartly in a coiled-dragon bun. With brows of new moon shape and eyes like two bright stars, her jadelike face beams natural joy. …Her orchid heart delights in green bamboos; her chaste nature loves the wisteria. The living Guanyin from the Cave of Tidal Sound.”

•5 Talismans: Embroidered Cassock that will protect him from falling back into the Wheel of Transmigration, a 9 ring priestly staff that will protect him from poison or harm, 3 tightening fillets- the Golden, the Constructive, and the Prohibitive Spell.

•Guanyin thinks this will take about 2 to 3 years💀 hooooo boy….

•FLOWING SAND RIVER!!! MY 2ND FAV BOY!!!

•Green and Black complexion, Gleaming eyes like the lights beneath a stove, forked mouth with teeth like knives and swords, and disheveled red hair

•like that Wujing is using a priest staff he def took from one of the monks he ate lol

•Wujing fighting Moksa for his life only to drop everything to apologize and talk to Guanyin LMAO

•MOKSA PICKS HIM UP BY THE COLLAR AKFKAKDJDJ

•ah, so Wujing didn’t reincarnate, he was changed, STABBED OVER 100 TIMES EVERY 7 DAYS AND FORCED TO COMMIT CANNABILSM SO HE DOESNT STARVE AS PUNISHMENT- THATS JUST LOVELY😭

•I like the interpretation that he could have been trying to signal a coup by breaking the crystal cup

•Guanyin hearing about Wujing’s string of skulls: it’s a surprise tool that will help us later

•BAJIE TIME

•this idiot bro “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET FLOWER PETALS IN MY EYES!!” “IDIOT THAT WAS GUANYIN” “…Guanyin is here??” “LOOK UP”

•Wuneng is reincarnated, he got beat to death in Heaven for hitting on Chang’e LMAOOOOO GET REKT

•ah yes, casually mentions killing his pig family and then his life of eating humans. Lovely.

•AO LIE TIME

•I committed a little accidental arson, please bail me out

•Damn, he got a really short intro

•interesting that Guanyin id’s the Peach Banquet as Wukongs fall from grace. I would def agree with this- eating the peaches like he did was extremely reckless and the beginning of the end imo

•”who tf is talking shit up there”

•No one has ever visited Wukong, I’m guessing the Guards were horrible company

•I like how both Guanyin and Sanzang try to give Wukong a religious name- Guanyin is very happy to hear he has the Wu- prefix as well lol

•arrived in Chang’an, let the hunt begin

Chpt 9:

•Chang’an bb, all blooming flowers surrounded by 8 rivers (DAMN, that’s a lot of water)

•Guangrui got first place in the examination, good for him UwU

•SURPRISE WIFE

•”gave the girl to Guangrui as his bride” UM I THINK SHES THE ONE WHO GRABBED HIM LMAO

•Guangrui has some fated beef with these two random boatmen, Liu Hong and Li Biao- states that he was destined in a previous incarnation to be enemies with them, is this a result of bad karma?

•NOOOOOO MY GUY GUANGRUI

•Liu Hong reminds me of Liu’er Mi-*gunshot*

•since they’re at the bottom of the Hong river, which Dragon King is this?

•Golden Carp coming in clutch, nice

•LADY YIN IS SO METAL LETS GO “she hated the bandit so bitterly that she wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin” DO IT GURL, KILL HIM

•damn, too bad she’s pregnant with Sanzang….dw Girl I know you would kick his ass otherwise…

•there goes his toe…

•get named River Float idiot

•damn bro chill, that wasn’t very monk-like of you

•homie got called an orphan and cried JAKDJSJFJ I FEEL BAD

•she didn’t even check the toe I THOUGHT SHE DID- WHAT WAS THE POINT LMAO

•nvmnd

•I guess licking the eyes is better than spitting on them…sigh…

•GODDAMN THEY RIPPED LIU HONG AND LI BAIO APART….good for them, deserved in fact

•Lady Yin committing suicide even after she was reunited with her husband makes sense, as there was a trend where wives whose husbands died or they were assaulted, killed themselves. This was show loyalty to their husbands and add weight to their claim of SA- Lady Yin’s husband coming back does not change the fact that everyone knows she was forcefully married :((

(I use the term ‘trend’ only as a way to describe the rise and fall in wife suicides tied to either a husbands death or as a response to SA)

#FINALLY CAUGHT UP YIPPEE #I CAN… I CAN DRAW MKRE FOR THESE #<- I say this but I intentionally didn’t post last Sunday so I could make that animation for chapter 7 LMAO #…I have my priorities straight #tho the animation prevented me from doing anything for Sanzang’s chapter RIP #I would have done Lady Yin Justice I swear- she deserves soemthing nice #jttw #jttw book club #<- still not sure about that tag LMAO #Journey to the west #I’ll probably slap all my doodles in one post at some point…#Sun Wukong #tang sanzang #my art #jttw meme #tw: sui mention

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loweya-blog · 1 year ago

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Slidey Socks Part 2

(SFW fluff, Using @synsc original AU here, please give them support!)

(Part 1)

Child MC was bored, so they put on their socks and slid around on the floors. How do the other characters react?

Diavolo

He is absolutely delighted by this game! The prince couldn’t help but admire MC’s creativity for these new ideas. When Barbatos’ back is turned, he picks up MC and finds the widest halls with the smoothest floors. He gets his own socks on and slides with MC down the grand halls, dodging the castle staff as he slides. Hearing the sound of MC’s laughter makes it all worth it when he’s sentenced to an hour-long lecture from Barbatos, and possibly Lucifer if he found out.

Barbatos

The demon is conflicted. At one point Diavolo racing down halls in slippery socks with a CHILD at high speeds isn’t precisely safe. Not to mention Diavolo’s size means he’ll break things when he crashes into them or accidentally knock over the staff if he isn’t careful. But…. he had to admit it looked like fun. So he let them do it, deciding to save the lectures afterward. If MC asked him to join in, he would have no choice but to do so. After all, it was adorable MC who was asking.

Simeon

Also hesitant to allow this fun. However, after some convincing, he would be willing to join in after he safety-proofed the house and made sure that nothing could get damaged. Then he would get on his own socks and slide around slowly with MC and Luke. Eventually, the angel would go faster and enjoy it a bit more, even doing a few tricks and jumps.

Luke

He loved this new human game! Sliding around the halls in socks sounded like fun! The angel even put on some cute doggy socks to join in. Of course, if any demon suggested the game he probably would have scolded them for being unsafe. But since it was MC who suggested it, he had no problems with the idea. The angel simply took MC’s hand and slid with them down the Purgatory Hall, falling only once or twice.

Solomon

Made a spell to help them race faster and the hall longer. He finds the whole thing absolutely hilarious and fun, curious to see how far this could go. Safety? What’s that? Solomon is more than willing to race around with MC, even making cute little bears and stuffed animals come to life to make a little sliding performance for them to watch. It’s fun but leaves a huge mess in Purgatory Hall, which an angry Simeone forces him to clean up afterward.

Thirteen

(I’m adding her cause she’s my fav)

Thirteen was caught off guard when she saw MC and Solomon sliding into one of her traps. Luckily the trap was a basic one that only splattered people with octopus ink but still! After chewing out Solomon, she promptly picked up MC and walked off with them in a huff. She took them back to HOL but when MC asked for her to slide around, she accepted. After they were done racing each other and chasing each other around HOL, she crashed on the couch with MC curled up next to her.

@synsc @demon-master-zero @lucifersloveydoveyhomie

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yueisyum · 2 years ago

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Look alike ⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ⋆

genre ꕤ idol au, strangers(kinda) to lovers,

pairings 𖧷 Idol Jaemin x drunk reader

Warnings ☽ mentions of alcohol, sexual tension to the MAX! 🚨SMUT/⚠️ Building Arousal, fat dick jaemin + too much stamina jaemin😏 Overstimulation, Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising. Revealing of identity. (Jaem is very condescending 🤭)

Note: this is a continuation of the teaser, so if you haven’t read it yet, you can find it (here) If you find any grammar or spelling errors, please let me know. If you have any questions or recommendations, my requests are open! Please enjoy😚

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…

“Please” you whimper.

He smirks, keeping his eyes on your lips.

You, in fact, cannot smell the stupid fried chicken on his breath…

Liar.

But your not sure you care anymore. He smells like cologne, light cologne, and that new clothes smell. (You know what I mean) It was intoxicating. He was so close to you now. His lips where less then an inch from yours.

“Y/N! I found the charger-“ Shihyun stood in front of the door with her arm in the air, the charger dangling in front of her face.

FUCKKKKKKKK… WHY!?

You turn your head to her and give her a look. She narrows her eyes before realizing the position you’re currently in. “Holy shit- nevermind, forget it- go back to what you were doing!” She waves to…. What’s his name? Then slides back inside. The guy next to you nods his head and lifts his hand to say hello.

Awkward ….

You gnaw at your lip for a moment before turning back to him.

“Sorry, should we-“

“Do you wanna-“

You both giggle and you close your eyes to curse yourself for being so awkward. He drops his head against your shoulder laughing. And you wrap your arms around he shoulders naturally. “You go first” I suggest when he lifts his head back up. He watches for a moment. Your hands are resting at his shoulders and his hands are propping himself up on the bench. “No you go first” you roll your eyes. And he smiles. Another beautiful smile.

“I’m sorry, that’s Shihyun. She’s a little slow…” you cringe at the thought of her trying to act like she didn’t just see what she saw. You didn’t want to say what you were going to, not when you’re already almost shaking at the thought of bringing up sex with him. Instead, you just look at him, waiting for a response. “She’s watching us” he says simply- not looking away from you. Snapping your head to the door you see her peering through the window. Her hot breath and hands smudging the glass. She ducks down instantly after you see her, probably falling over in the process, You giggle uncontrollably.

“She’s drunk” you can’t stop laughing, covering your mouth to hide your smile.

•••

“Y/N! I found the charger-“ Shihyun stood in front of the door with her arm in the air, the charger dangling in front of her face.

When you look over at the drunk women at the door he lets his head fall in disappointment.

Fuck, I was so close-

“Holy shit- nevermind, forget it- go back to what you were doing!” She makes a face toward you and then she waves to him, Then slides back inside quickly. He makes sure to nod his head and lifts his hand to address her. He then waits for her to leave. But she’s doesn’t. He can see out of the corner of his eye, a figure through the glass door. He tries not to laugh and looks back to you to see if you’ve noticed your nosey friend. He’s watching you think, and biting at your lip. You don’t know what to say now; and he’s finding it hilarious. He tries to help you:

“Do you wanna-“

“Sorry, should we-“

You both begin at the same time.

He laughs at that. He thinks it’s ridiculous that he can’t keep himself together. He hasn’t drank anything; Why is he laughing at everything? He finds himself in the crook of your neck. He can smell your perfume; simple and euphoric. He can smell the alcohol too but it’s starting to grow on him. Your arms wrap around him and he almost died. Your touch is so soft, and addicting.

“You go first” your voice was almost a whisper. He lifts himself off of you to see your face, he feels flustered when making eye intact with you. Your eyes are so beautiful. He doesn’t want to ask anything from you, if you aren’t comfortable. And he doesn’t want to risk scaring you off with the mention of taking you back to his place.

“No you go first” he refuses, keeping his eyes on yours. You’re fluster too.

you roll your eyes and he waits for you to answer. Your fidgeting, or shaking? He makes sure to take note of that.

IS SHE COLD?

SCARED?

“Sorry, she’s a little slow”

you cringe, probably at the thought of her trying to act nonchalant. “She’s watching us” he says simply- not looking away from you. He watched you Snap your head to the door once again. But this time He turns with you. You both see her peering through the window. Her hot breathe and hands staining the glass. She ducks down instantly, most likely falling over in the process.

“She’s drunk” he turns to you when you say that, your voice sounded high pitched and airless. You cover your face from him again, hiding your laughter and your smile. He hates that, hates when you do that-

“Oh my gosh-“ you kept going. And he can’t help but beam at you.

You were ecstatic, giggling at your friend. You look so fragile, so beautiful, so… perfect. He’s smiling, why can’t he stop smiling!?

“I should probably go get her back to the group”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine” he grips your thigh. Can’t have you leaving him not yet. You look at him, shocked at his sudden change in tone. “Let me take you to my place” he asks, Well not really. It was more of a statement or demand?

“Your place?”

“Yes, my place… Do you trust me?” He watches your chest rise and fall. You’re just looking at him. Definitely contemplating the question. He finds it cute but it also turns him on.

“Should I?”

He thinks for a moment. Well… he is keeping his identity form you… does that count as lying? Is he a liar? God this is frustrating. What will you do if he tells you the truth?

“Depends…” it’s all he could muster up. But you didn’t look upset with his answer.

•••

You’re not entirely sure this is how you planned on spending your Friday night, but your not complaining. His car smelled new, it wasn’t the cleanest, but your remembered that he was at he club with his friends. So they must share a car. And the bottle of beer in the cup holder must be his friends too.

He keeps his eyes on the road. His forearms are on display for you, should his arms really be turning you on? Probably not. But they do. You can see each and every vein, and when they flex every time he makes a right turn.

Should you have told everyone you were leaving? You told Shihyun, she was drunk out if her mind… she might forget to tell yejun and the others. You’ll text them, and keep your location on. Just in case.

Is he playing music? It’s nice.

Who is this song by?

NIKI? It’s a good song. I’ll need to remember that name.

He has good taste.

You are freaking out…

Did you shave? Yes. Yesterday.

When was the last time you washed you hair? Yesterday… maybe?

When was the last time you cleaned your belly button- what?

Should you brush your teeth before you two- wait what if you’re not going to have sex?

What if he just wants to hang out?

Should you ask him for his name?

Ok you texted Yejun. Everything is fine.

His hands are big…

Stop looking at his hands-

Why are you so nervous!?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He takes a couple quick glances at you. His eyes are soft and his voice is low and gentle.

“What?”

“Are you nervous?”

“No” you shake your head and laugh. Yes you are, you as so nervous.

“Do you want to get food?” When we stop at a light, he turns to you completely, waiting for my response. “No I don’t want to get bloated” you respond, covering your hands over your stomach.

What if you already are!?

Are you? What did you eat tonight!??

“Don’t be ridiculous, what do you want? What are you craving?”

You.

“Ramen? I don’t know- I’m not hungry. I feel Iike if I eat I’ll throw up. And not because I’m drunk.” You explain, looking out the window to avoid his eyes. He laughs shaking his head. When the light turns green he takes a left. “Your so cute”

You feel giddy when he says that, the compliment was so natural. God you’re not going to make it. “Don’t boast my ego” you try to joke and he laughs. So you relax your body and watch he road ahead.

•••

You were being quiet, too quiet. He wondered if you were started to regret coming with him. Would you tell him if you were? No. You’d probably be to embarrassed to admit that. Fuck! What if you changed your mind!? He really needed to focus on driving, but all he can focus on was the way you were shifting in your seat. But he’s glad you were able to joke with him.

When he pulls into the parking spot he hops out of the car, and runs around the front to open yours. You step out with a cheeky smile. “Are you just doing this because you want me in your bed?” You ask, tilting your head at him. He makes an exaggerated offended face. “No! I would never! I’m doing this for a good yelp review” he teases while closing the car door behind you. You snort and try not to trip in your heals.

•••

His apartment complex looks expensive. The elevator was modern and the music was even classical properly some shit like Beethoven. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was a fountain situation in the lobby.

There wasn’t, but they could definitely fit one. The hallways were lit with modern lights, and the ground was clear of trash unlike your dorm building.

When you made it to his apartment you notice immediately how big it was. It wasn’t bougie or overly fancy but it was big. For one person? You started to feel self-conscious, the thought of someone like him being interested in you? You walked in with him, your short dress and light limp- people probably think your an escort!?

“You’re rich! People are going to think I’m a gold digger! Or a hooker-” You turn to him. Hes placing his things down on the counter and sliding his shoes off. “I live with my friends” he chuckles and makes his way to you. You nod with an ‘oh’ as you continue to look around the living area. It’s surprisingly cleaner then you’d expect. And you look like a kid at his first time at a Olive Garden or something “You should take your shoes off, it doesn’t take a genius to know your feet hurt” he says from behind you. You turn in surprise, he’s really close, and you almost knock into him from the action.

“Right.” You grab at his arms to steady yourself and slip out of your heals. The feeling of air on your feet felt good-

what if your feet smell bad..

what if he thinks your feet are ugly!?

Is he looking at your feet now!?

Yes he is?!

Why is he looking them!?

Are your toes too long!?

“Aww they’re red” he mumbles, keeping his eyes towards the ground.

“I’m sorry?” Your brows pinch together, and you tilt your head in confusion. He looks back up to you. His arms pull you into him with a soft grin, Your chest is pressed into his.

“Your feet, they’re all red. Do they hurt bad?” He coos, the question making you oddly fluster-er.

“Can we not talk about my feet? This is embarrassing” you let go of his hands and back away. “You’re embarrassed?” He asks with a cheecky smile on his face. He brings his hands to yours and squeezes them. Then he pulls you towards him once again.

“I think so.”

“You think so?” He try’s not to laugh, but he can’t help it.

“Stop responding to everything with a question! You’re making me nervous!” You press your head into his chest in embarrassment, your hands grip his to ground yourself.

What is happening to you!?

You were fine before!!

•••

“Sorry” Jaemin chuckles at your shyness, he finds it cute, but he knows that will end up being a problem later. “Can I kiss you now?” He asks. He tries looking down at you but your face remains pressed into him.

“If you promise to stop teasing” you mumble into his chest. Your small hands squeeze his. He’s starting to think he has a size kink. Or maybe it’s it’s just you.

“I promise to stop teasing, for now” you laugh into his frame before lifting your head to look at him. Taking your heels off made you lose a couple inches on him.

“So… I can kiss you?”

“Stop asking me and just do it please”

So he does, he bends down to kiss you. Your lips are soft, and they pucker a bit, he can’t help but smile. The back of his neck feels hot, and he can feel your hands shaking a bit. the thought of you not truly knowing that he is really Jaemin is clouding his mind, and the over bearing feeling of guilt swallows him. He tries to pull away but you chase his lips, tilting your head to deepen it even more. “Hey” he calls, and you lean back, dropping your feet, which were on their toes to reach him. “Hm?” You tilt your head again and he wants to kiss you again.

“There’s something I should tell you” you stare at him Patiently. Jaemin runs all the scenarios in his head.

1. You could slap him across the face for lying.

2. You could freak out and run off

3. You could think he is lying

4. Or you would be totally okay with it.

He’s hoping for the latter.

“Hey? You okay?”

His eyes refocus on you. You pull your hands away from his, and it almost stings. “Is it really serious? Are you a virgin or something?” You ask him and he laughs nervously.

“No no, I just lied to you. About who I was”

“You never actually told me who you are…what are you like the amazing Spider-Man?”

“I’m scared that if I tell you, you’ll run off. And maybe punch me-“

“What!? What is it?”

“I’m-“

He stops when he hears a knock at the door behind him. He turns slightly to face it. You lean over to watch the door as well.

Perfect.. no really. Who the hell could possibly be at the door right now!?

“Jaemin! You left with the car and the keys! What the hell!? How did you expect us to get home?- hold on, I think Jeno has a spare key!” You both hear the voice through the door. It was muffled but very clear.

Oh.. right.

“Jaemin!? Jeno!?” He turns back to you, your face was full of shock and confusion. You just look at him, frozen in place.

SHIT

“I was trying to tell you-“

“-You’re na jaemin!? Holy fucking shit- I almost threw up on na fucking jaemin!?” You turn away covering your mouth, your voice was shaky.

Was that one of his scenarios?

No..?

The door began to click open and he had to think fast.

•••

Your body was being lead into a room. It was dark with only a small lamp providing a smile light. You couldn’t really focus on any of that though.

NA JAEMIN!?

HE IS NA JAEMIN!?

You almost threw up on him…

He could smell your alcohol breathe all night…

He had to carry you- are you heavy!?

Is that why he was asking all those questions about if I would ever sleep with hi-

NA JAEMIN WANTS TO SLEEP WITH YOU!?

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy fucking-

“Stay here, I promise I’ll explain- let me just deal with my friends” the guy- jaemin* put his hands out in front if him. Telling you to ‘stay put’, then rushed out of the room, closeting the door behind him.

What the fuck-

Why didn’t he just tell you who he was? How could he expect to go out to a bar and think no one would recognize him? Why wouldn’t he just tell you he was actually jaemin? Why does he want to sleep with you!? Why couldn’t he bring up that fact that he’s NA JAEMIN!?

You find yourself pacing around his room. He wants to have sex with YOU… you want to have sex with him- but what if he doesn’t like it… would it be awkward now!? Shouldn’t you be angry. Why aren’t you angry? You need to sit down.

Shit- your shaking and your breaths are getting shorter and shorter- your freaking out… AGAIN!

•••

“Wait- your telling me she’s in your room now?” Mark asks, his face was full of shock and amazement.

“Yes”

“And you didn’t tell her who you are?” Jeno adds.

“Yes”

“But you were about to? then we came- and accidentally revealed it before you did? and now she probably thinks you weren’t going to tell her? And now hates you?” Heachan adds, trying to sum it all up.

“Dude what the fuck?” Chenle kicks him in the shin and Haechan whines.

Jaemin sighs and places his head in his palm. “Yes…”

The boys all think for a moment. The silence was killing him. “Would it kill you to disagree?”

“Dude, she doesn’t hate you, she’s probably just freaking out” mark tries to explain and the rest nod.

“Exactly! And having her wait in your room like she’s a patient, probably isn’t helping” renjun agrees.

“Fuck-“ jaemin quickly threw the remote he was fidgeting with and bolted to his room.

•••

The door flew open which caused you to jump slightly. There he was… na jaemin.

“I’m sorry” he shut the door behind him. Leaning up against it to watch you sit at his bed. You aren’t sure if he’s apologizing for hiding his identity or scaring you with the door. You both stare at each other for a moment. Your still in shock and he’s probably trying find the right worlds… so you decide to speak first.

“So you’re actually jaemin?” Your hands lay in your lap, they are shaking and a bit cold.

“Yes”

“And I thought you were just a look alike this whole time…” you mostly talking to yourself now. He tries not to laugh and nods his head, he looks away to avoid your eyes. “Yeah”

“And YOU want to have sex with ME?”

“Yes? Aren’t we getting off topic?-”

“-This is really embarrassing!” Your lips quiver and you cover your face. You sensitive bitch.

“I’m really sorry. you just- I mean, no it’s not your fault. I was just scared that.. I don’t know, but when you said that you wouldn’t sleep with jaemin-“

“-You mean you?”

“Yeah- yeah me; I got scared, I thought that if I told you who I was, you would run off.”

“…I probably would’ve…” you tried to laugh but it came out dry.

“Exactly! And I really, REALLY, did not want that to happen.” He pushed himself off the door and made his way towards you.

You just look at him then look away… you could bare the fact that you are in his room, on his bed, and he’s is apologizing to you about something you aren’t even mad about.

What the heck do you do!? He joins you on his bed, but he keeps his distance.

“…So I just didn’t say anything, but I swear I was about to tell you, before those idiots came back”

•••

You think for a moment longer, the both of you sitting in silence. Na Jaemin apologizing for wanting to be with you?.. holy shit

“Im very upset” you announce. You couldn’t be mad, even if you tried. But why not have some fun?

“Im sorry” he repeated. He seemed genuine and it doesn’t seem he like he realizes your not actually mad. He tries to maintain eye contact while spewing a abundance of apologies.

“I don’t think I can forgive you Jaem” you shake your head, trying your hardest to hold your facial expression. You reached out for him and you squeeze gently. Trying to make it obvious that you just playing a part. The thought of having na jaemin in your hands was driving you crazy. Your mind repeatedly taking you back to the bar where he was holding you thighs and carrying you and- and you almost threw up on him.

Your mind will never let you hear the end of it, however now…

Now you have the upper hand.

•••

“I don’t think I can forgive you Jeam” you added, your voice sounded playful… but your words are the opposite- and why are you giving him that look-

“M’sorry y/n” he leaned in uncontrollably. Your little smirk drawing him closer to you.

God- he likes this side of you. Jaemin’s eyes remain on yours. His heart pace quickens and he swears he can feel goosebumps. The sexual tension between you two came out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

“You’ll have to make it up to me…”

“How can I do that?” He asks, his hands grab yours and squeezes lightly.

His lips are almost on yours now. His eyes are hooded and his breath matches yours.

He was about to close the distance when you turn away. “How about we watch one of your face cams!” It was sudden and unexpected… but deserved. You hop off of his bed and make your way to his computer with a huge smile on your face. He drops his head in disbelief.

This is his punishment… he deserves this.

•••

Are you still unbelievably horny? Yes

But are you proud of yourself for teasing him? Yesser

“Really?” You hear him ask from behind you, and you fight back a giggle.

“Maybe… make a wish? I like that one” you take a seat at his chair, and he remains seated on the bed.

“Do you?” He asks, you can hear him shuffling around then lets out a sigh.

“Yep” you respond in the most upbeat, nonchalant way you could. Clicking around his already opened computer to YouTube. Your innocent behaviour was almost laughable. Teasing him, by not giving him what he wants? And he’s playing along!? You might die. “So how does that sound? Make a wish?”

“Mhm” he hums with a tight lip smile.

You search the video you want to watch and then smile in shock.

“You’ve already seen them?” you laugh. The mouse is hovering over a face came video of himself, but the red line indicates that’s he’s already watched it the whole way through. You continue laughing and glance at him. His smile grows wider when you look at him. His smile is breathtaking.

“What? It’s called monitoring, and I like to read the comments. wanna read all the crazy stuff fans wrote about me” he shrugs, continuing to look at you and not his monitor. He seems as if he couldn’t care less about it.

“-your lying!?” cocky motherfucker.

So your telling me he reads the comments!?

You hear Jaemin get up from his seat and hover behind you. Then, he bends down so his face is next to yours and his hands lean against the desk so he can maneuver the mouse. Kinda like how teachers hover over frustrated students in a classroom… but he’s not a teacher and this isn’t a classroom, and your horny not frustrated. Or maybe you are?

Jaemin takes over the mouse and clicks on one of the face cams, and you lean back into the chair.

Jaemin was only able to keep it together for 45 seconds into the video, Standing there impatiently.

“Do you really want to be doing this right now?” He turns his head to you, and you turn yours to lock eyes with him.

Holy shit he looks so good in this lighting, and why does he have to look at you like that!? The smirk that slowly appears on his face is a reminder that He’s a literally and idol… why aren’t you freaking out like a mad man!? There’s no way your still drunk right? so why are you able to hold your ground like this!?

“What would you rather be doing?” You ask with an innocent face.

“You” Jaemin grabs the chair you’re sitting in and spins you to face him completely, and away from his computer. he leans in, his lips searching for yours again.

you weren’t surprised by his response necessarily, you kinda thought he would say something like that, but you didn’t really think of how you would respond.. now your just staring at him, flustered and frustratedly horny.

You turn back to the computer before he could get too close. Your not giving in that easy. “Wait, shh this is my favorite part” you put up your finger to his lips to ‘shh’ him, then watch the screen quietly. Jaemin rolls his eyes and grabs at the arm rests of his chair.

“Y/n” he spins his chair once more.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you want the real thing?” He flashes a look at you. A look you’ve seen before… on tv? At a concert? In a music video? Who knows but your thighs push themselves together in response, and you’re fighting to keep your composure.

“Hmm… I don’t know, the real thing doesn’t seem reliable” you tease with a smile. The song was still playing in the background, you wanted to keep watching but it’s long forgotten.

“I am reliable, I promise”

“Promise?” You laugh at his seriousness, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth, trying not to allow any giggles to escape.

“Promise” Jaemin reaches to remove the hand covering your mouth, then pushes his lips into yours. You DID tell him to stop asking to kiss you. This wasn’t quick and desperate, it was slow and sensual. One of his hands grab at your thigh and you almost moan into his lips. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

•••

You taste so fucking good. The alcohol on your lips is driving him crazy. There is absolutely no way your lips are naturally this soft. His body was getting weak and when you brought your hands to his, he nearly lost it.

Jeamin pulls away and contemplates how he should continue.

“Jaemin” you call out after a moment

“Yeah?”

“Please make it up to me”

No more contemplating-

He grabs a hold of your hand and brings you to your feet with a tug. Then he pulls your waist towards him and kisses you like you two only have 20 minutes left to live. He feels you grab at his shoulders and you lift yourself onto your toes to reach him.

Cute

Jaemin slowly lifts his right hand and slides it up your body slowly, to cup your tits through your dress. As his hands move, you lift yours and wrap them around his neck. When your feet give out and you fall back you your original height, Jaemin bends down to chase your lips. you allow his tongue into your mouth he almost cums right then and there. Instead he pulls away. “So, we are having sex tonight?” his eyes focus on your for an answer.

“It IS on my bucket list” you joke with a shrug. Jaemin pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He drops his hands to your hips again and asks; “Sleeping with an NCT member is on your bucket list?”

“No, sleeping with YOU is on my bucket list” you joke. He can’t find it in himself to look away from you.

“Ohh I see, so you planned this?” He teases.

“Oh yeah! All down to the YouTube video and everything” you agree sarcastically. Your features playing along in the conversation. When you both finish a mini laughing fit, you both take a moment to look into each other’s eyes. “Now that that’s out of the way, can you go back to touching me? Please?” you pull him closer. he tried to hum in response but it came out as a low groan. He doesn’t even care if he sounds like a perv anymore.

“Fuck, y/n.. can I take you to the bed?”

“You don’t have to ask- Jaemin!?”

You were cut off when he bends to lift you by the back of your thighs, then he turns to sit you on his bed. when he lays you down and begins to climb over you, your dress was rides up your thighs. Lifting every move you made. You look so fucking gorgeous, he wondered what you taste like- He wants to taste you- he needs to. He sits up to get rid of his shirt, revealing his toned stomach. Then he moves back to hover over you.

“Um- what- how do you want to do this?” He asks, his right arm was holding him up above you, and his left was playing with the hem of your dress. “What do you mean?” You ask, doing that thing he now loves about you. He’s finding it hard to understand that he’s just met you tonight, and that you haven’t know each other for years.

“Do want me to be soft? Rough? Vanilla? Are you okay with biting”

“Too many questions jaem-“

“- I need to know y/n”

You sigh and think for a moment. “What are you usually like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like with other girls? Are you rough with them? What does your definition of rough mean?”

“Now your asking too many questions” he laughs and you join him.

“I don’t care. Just remember I’m not made of glass, sound good?”

“Yes ma’am” he smirks and places a peck to your lips before he raises his head. Jaemin beings to lift your dress up your thighs then your waist. You slightly lift your upper body to allowing his to completely pull it off of you.

You are so fucking beautiful- he almost forgets to breath. Your underwear is simple but you still look so fucking sexy in it. He can see your chest rise and fall, and the curve of your boobs form on top of your bra. He finds himself kissing at the area, sucking and leaving marks all over your chests. Soft moans leave your lips when he travels to your neck, and you leg spread for him unintentionally. His crotch is pressed against your heat. He groans when your hands come up to grip his hair.

•••

His body grinds into yours.

“Jaemin” you moan out, allowing his hands to find his shoulders.

“Hm?”

You gasp when he finds the perfect spot on your neck. The grip you have on his hair tightens, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Why are you so sensitive right now!?

“Please hurry” you plead. He lifts his head to glance up at you.

“We just started, you this needy already?”

“Already? I’ve been waiting since we left the bar-“

“-god” he lets one big breath out and connects his lips to yours. His jeans continue to grind against your soaked underwear. Jaemin’s hands run across your body, squeezing and caressing anywhere he can reach. Those words made him Farrell; there is nothing he loves more then when someone is bold about their needs. “Are you okay with me taking off your bra?” He mumble against you lips. “Not made of glass remember?”

“Right”

Jaemin’s arms lift you with ease, his hands finding the clip at the back of you, undoing them in a swift motion. Then he throws it somewhere near his desk. You know you shouldn’t feel insecure, but when he just stares at your chest you feel a chill flutter through your body.

•••

He can’t trust himself. He’ll cum too fast and embarrass himself. Grinding into you already has him close, and he hasn’t even taken his cock out of his pants yet. When he pulled your bra off your chest, they bounced back into place. Plump and full, He might actually die a happy man tonight. “Y/n”

“Yes? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” He notices the panic in your voice and curses himself for starring too long. He probably caused you to overthink. You hands cover your chest as you watch him and wait for his reply. “No no, I’m just… very sensitive right now. And I’m not sure I’ll last long” He tries his hardest to search your face for a response before you actually speak. Your features seem to relax and you smile to him. A smile that his him melting.

“Oh. That’s okay, I’m not sure I can either-“

“No like I’m serious-“

“Me too” you laugh at his expression. He just smiles. He’s worried you don’t actually understand he’s trying to say. Globe of your hands lift to cup his face, you skin is just as song as your smile.

“Can I-“ he goes to ask if he can remove your underwear now, but then he’s reminded of your earlier complaints. So instead he leans back, and begins to unblocked his jeans. Then he slips his fingers onto the band if your underwear and drags it down your legs. Your legs close unintentionally.

“Your so beautiful” he then leans back on top of you. “I’m going to make you feel good, I promise” his lips find your neck again. “But we are going to need to stay quiet, because the members are in the other room-“

“What?! They will hear us?” You push him off your neck to look at him. “Are the walls thin?”

“No, they’ll hear you and yes” he corrects you with a chuckle, he can’t help but lean in for another kiss. “You can be quite right?” He mumbles into your lips and you simply hum in response. Then when he pulls away you whisper a yes with an eager nod.

He doesn’t believe you, but you seem pretty confident. “Alright, we have all night, let’s not waist it”

ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ

“Jaemin!” You moan, your hips are lifted off the bed as he pounds into you. You let it slip, you didn’t mean to be so loud. He chuckles when your hands come to slap over your mouth. Your whole body jolts with every thrust he hits you with. He gave you plenty of time to adjust to his size, but the stretch is still tingling. His cock kisses you cervix almost every thrust.

“I thought you said you can stay quiet?” he continues. His hips slamming into yours at a cruel pace. You can’t move your hands, you know what will happen. You were doing so good, but this is the umpteenth round, and you’re hypersensitive- everywhere. Your body feels numb but your feeling everything ten times more. Your head is spinning and your legs are spasming.

“It’s too late now love, they’ve most definitely heard you. Might as well continue yeah? Move your hands.” he teases. His voice is strained and breathy. His hands travel from your hips to your face to forcefully remove your hands when you shake your head: no. Now that your mouth is no longer covered, tense moans leave your lips. “I can’t c-“

Jaemin cocks an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Can’t what?” His hands are still holding yours, when he leans down so your noses touch. When you hesitate, he places a little kiss on the corner of your lips. “You can tell me y/n/n, don’t be shy” You tighten your lips and look away from him. He chuckles but he’s pissed. I don’t need to remind you how much he hates that. He slows his thrust to a stop and waits for your answer. You whine and try humping yourself on his cock. But if course, he won’t let you. Grabbing at your hips and holding them to the mattress.

“Come on princess, I won’t judge you. I can’t help if you won’t tell me what you need” Jaemin coos at you. You hate to admit it, but his words made you clench around his length. He groans at the feeling, but tries his best to stay patient. “I can’t cum anymore” you finally reveal with a moan. He wasn’t even moving but you felt another orgasm nearing. Everything was fluttering and giddy, you felt as if you were going insane. “No? Are you sure? Is that why you were trying to fuck yourself on my cock like a slut just now?”

“s’too much jaemin” you try to argue but he’s already began moving again. Slowly thrusting into you. “You can say all you want baby, but your pretty little hole is telling the truth” jaemin lowers his head to your hear, you can feel the smirk on his lips. You don’t know if you want to moan or slap him. his hips slowly slide out, until just the tip remains, then he slams into you. His previous pace begins again, and you can only throw your head back into the pillows. “You hear that?” He asks, his hands now holding at your legs. The sound of skin slapping fills your ears, and you can’t help but be embarrassed. His hands gripping the back of your thighs, surly it’s going to leave a mark.

“Your slutty hole is telling me you want me to cum inside of you, you want that princess?” You can only moan in response. You muscles are flexing a and your back arches of the bed. You nod eagerly instead. “Yeah? Come on, use your words princess” his body is sat up, meaning he can see every part of you. Was that freaking you out? Yes.

Was it also turning you on? Yes.

“Yes please”

You just barley manage. A soft laugh leave his lips as he continues to fuck into you. His cock was twitching inside of you and you knew he had to be close. His eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth hung open and his abdomen was flexed. “Fuck! My pretty little whore. Wants me to cum inside her? So fucking cute” he coos again, this time his grip on your thighs tighten and he’s sounds a bit whiny. “You are so beautiful, you feel so good”

That was it for you, his hands released your thighs and and interlocked his fingers with yours, then allowing his head to fall into your neck. He thrust where staggered and uneven, he was fitting into you. You were spasming and twitching everywhere. Your toes curled and eyes squeezed shut as your umpteenth organs hit you. The feeling of him shooting his release inside of you made you moan again.

Taking a second for your breath evens out again before he speaks.

“We still have all night” he begins, he starts kissing at your neck while you’re still trying to remember your own name. “Jaem-“ you try to warn, you can already feel him growing hard again. Isn’t he sensitive or tired!? The jaemin you know from social media and tv wouldn’t have this much fucking stamina.

His cum on your stomach from the last couple rounds, has become sticky; You’re light headed, and your body is going limp- but even all of that can’t push you to deny him.

“You asked me to make it up to you, thats exactly what I’m doing. Can’t you do one more baby?” He lifts his face to look at you, his right hand caressing your cheek as you lean into him.

“I’m sensitive”

“Even better. I only have a couple hours left, I’m not waisting them” kissing your lips between every thought. Jaemin begins slowly thrusting into, holding eye contact while doing so. The feeling of you tired walls being fucked again was driving you crazy. Especially since you haven’t fully come down form your last orgasm. “Fuck- jaem”

“s’good?” He chuckles when your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You moan louder when he kisses at your nipples.

“Good. Just one more”

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Anything You Can Do

Jay Mocking x Nova James (x Eddie Munson, he’s here too I guess)

A fic featuring @floredaqueen and her oc Y'ALL BETTER FOLLOW HER

Dividers by @strangergraphics

Word Count- 9k+

Summary- Nova James and Jay Mocking have little in common, save for a mutual friendship with local Dungeon Master and renowned freak Eddie Munson. They two step on each other's toes one too many times and solidify a silent rivalry. Can they overcome their differences, or is this the start of a new long standing feud in Hawkins High? TLDR; Girl so confusing feat. Lorde, they literally work it out on the remix

Warnings- Underage drinking, excessive alcohol intake, emetophobia (vomiting), and a lot of hot sexy women

A/N: It's literally taken me months to get this fic ready, I don't even want to talk about the word count, but Flo has been an absolute pleasure to collaborate with on a piece as both silly and emotional as this. I promise it's not gonna take me ages to write in the future, I have more on the way!

Playlist- West End Girls by The Pet Shop Boys, Venus by Bananarama, One Way or Another by Blondie

(Listen to “West End Girls” by The Pet Shop Boys)

“For Christ's sake stop telling me to put a tarrasque under the city,” Eddie murmured with a hoarse rattle to his voice. His messy waves formed a small curtain over his face while he whispered to the girl sitting close to him, the denim of his dark jeans scratching against her black leather skirt to create a hum of friction that hid their conversation.

Jay hunched close to Eddie with her arms crossed, her teased black hair making the perfect shield while the rest of their party conversed around them. It was the best privacy they could afford in the busy cafeteria surrounded by their fellow freaks in Hellfire Club. The symphony of high schoolers around them already helped to keep their party in the dark, but they couldn’t be too certain. So they kept close to one another and spoke low, huddling together while they overwhelmed the end of the table with the smell of cigarettes and hair spray.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Jay rolled her eyes and whispered back.

“It’d be hilarious! Drop them off in a city full of magic, and since Gareth has so many anti magic spells-”

“I got it, I got it,” Eddie ended her thought before it could continue. Eddie didn’t tell anyone his plans for his games, but he was never opposed to suggestions when he needed to stretch out a session. Jay was someone he turned to for brainstorming, but this specific idea she came back to frequently.

“Listen, sadist,” he scolded, “you might find the idea of a TPK intriguing, but I planned the end of this campaign before I even had players. And I would sell my soul to satan himself and be damned for all eternity before I would let this party die before that.” With a harsh bite into a pretzel he affirmed his certainty.

Jay blinked slowly at him, otherwise not emoting.

“… you know you shouldn’t say that shit, I know people who would believe you.”

Eddie didn’t exert the energy it would take to roll his eyes, but he leaned back and averted his gaze to mark the end of the conversation. Just as he glazed over the party, still distracted with their own mindless bickering, he spotted a hazy figure at the table across from them. Her familiar outline, a magnet that pulled his focus away from Planet Outcast to a whole new glowing galaxy where Nova was the shining star.

Leaned over the table, a vision in the signature green and white uniform for Hawkins cheerleaders, even without the sun beaming over her she still shined like an angel. Nova James was laughing along with her cheer team, entertaining her clique with a comment that seemed clever enough to sweep the group into a fit of laughter. Eddie was staring at her perfectly curled hair and well arranged appearance, subconsciously mesmerized by her stature. He didn’t realize how long he had been staring until her eyes suddenly locked with his from across the cafeteria. When the surprise left Nova’s eyes a pleasant joy glimmered in its place, she smiled at him and waved gracefully. Eddie was frozen for a moment, jolting up his hand in the air like an afterthought and waving back a bit too eagerly. Even after hanging out all summer he was still shocked whenever she would acknowledge him in school.

Jay wasn’t paying attention to anything other than a small sandwich with which she was meticulously peeling off the crust of a small sandwich with disgust. But when Eddie’s arm shot up in the air she turned her head frantically. Darting her head to where Eddie was beaming she finally noticed Nova’s attention had turned to the metalhead. She gave Eddie a sly smirk, nodding with approval as she folded up the mutilated meal in front of her.

“I still can’t believe you’re all buddy-buddy with Nova fucking James.” She shook her head.

Eddie slowly brought his hand back down to his side, “yeah I’m still pinching myself awake over here.”

Just when they thought the moment was over and Nova would go back to her group, Nova made a hasty comment to the other cheerleaders before bounding across the room. Even though the space was swallowed by teenagers' conversations, the two watching her strides swore the squeaking of her sneakers resounded through the crowded cafeteria. Jay grabbed Eddie’s arm harshly and began a rapid slapping motion against his leather jacket as Nova grew closer.

“Oh god- oh my god is she coming over here? Is she coming over here?” Her voice got progressively higher and quieter.

“Act cool, Jesus act cool- hey Nova.” Eddie gave Nova his best charming smile.

The group of young Hellfire boys had barely paid attention to the encroaching presence until it was too late, and the sweet smell of Nova’s perfume all snapped them out of their conversations to watch in paralyzed awe as the socialite made a casual descent into their atmosphere.

“Hi Eddie,” she said in a sweet voice, she took a long pause to slide her gaze over to the companion nearest to him. “Hi Jay.”

“Hi,” Jay replied with her mouth agape in a pathetic smile.

Eddie stood up from his seat slightly and gave a dramatic bow, “Gracing us peasants with your esteemed presence? It’s gotta be someone’s birthday, hopefully mine.”

There was a brief pause between them as Eddie’s toothed smile started to turn down in awkward realization, then Jay suddenly tugged at his denim vest and pulled him back down in his chair. He huffed in surprise before glancing at Jay with confusion for her abrupt command of his space. Her eyes grew wide, her brows lifted, and she pressed her lips together in a threatening expression. A warning to stop talking before he made anything worse, and her round of charade made his face fall in dejection.

Then Nova laughed, and the two snapped their heads up to her in surprise. Her hair had gently fallen over her face as she lowered her head to giggle, running a gentle hand through her hair when she smiled back at Eddie.

“I’d get you an actual present if it was,” Nova said with a flutter of her lashes.

Eddie’s embarrassment turned back into smug confidence which he flaunted to Jay with a smirk. She in kind responded with a tired head shake.

Nova twirled her hair in her fingers for a brief moment before she placed her hand on her hip.

“You know me and my team were just talking about music and stuff, your band performs downtown right?”

“Yes ma’am, Corroded Coffin has frequent sets at the Hideout, usually Saturdays.” Eddie struggled to keep his cool.

“Are you guys performing this Saturday? I’d love to officially see you guys play.”

Eddie stuttered for a moment before he smiled widely and nodded with a pace oozing with his desperation to please, “yeah, hell yeah! I’ll let Bev know we’ll have a full house.”

Eddie's grin remained unaltered and Nova admired the sight, but there was a troublesome aura radiating from the end of the cafeteria table.

See, Janice never had a poker face. If ever she had an emotion pleasant or otherwise, a matching expression would be stapled on her face as quickly as the emotions arose. And ever observant Nova caught the goths flickering wide eyes, curled frown, and furrowed brows at lightning speed. The cheerleader just simply turned her attention to Jay and tilted her head softly in silent recognition. Jay, realizing she’d worn her judgment like a statement red lip, shrunk her frown despite the harm already being done.

“That’s a pretty big commitment for a bunch of kids who listen to, what, Wham?” Jay commented in a slightly playful tone trying to keep herself from seeming mean.

Nova didn’t entertain the thought and replied with a voice even sweeter, “I’m trying to keep the group’s taste fresh, plus we want to support local groups.”

“Metal.” Eddie gawked at her. He glanced back at Jay and did a double take when he noticed her skeptical undertone didn’t melt. Nudging her arm he spoke low.

“Hey, don’t scare away our audience bird.”

She looked back and forth between the girl standing before them and her friend warning her in a voice not as quiet as he thought.

“I wouldn’t call a bunch of preps our audience. I mean are they even gonna be able to find the Hideout? Are they gonna be able to withstand the Hideout?”

Nova not so subtly cleared her throat while keeping her eyes on Jay. She looked back up at the brunette giving her an expectant look and decided honesty was a better policy to adhere to.

“Pardon my doubt,” she began apologetically, “we’re just gearing ourselves for a particular audience. And I don’t see you as being a part of that.”

The girl currently standing on the opposite side of the table slowly adjusted her weight with a pointed pop of her hip and dropped her head to graze against her shoulder.

“I didn’t realize Corroded Coffin was so exclusive. Didn’t realize you were a member either.”

“Well I am.” Jay replied slightly defensively, seeing the feigned unassuming tone Nova used.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie butt in with a mouthful of pretzels.

“Jay’s a great bass player. Whenever Grant is gone and Jeff can’t cover she takes the reins.”

Both the girls gave hard stares to Eddie for completely different reasons. He glanced up only to be caught between the excitement burning in Nova’s eyes and a sobering disdain in Jay’s, the hot and cold felt like whiplash.

“So you’re the sub… for the sub…” Nova commented while pressing her lips together to try and hide a satisfied smirk.

Eddie gawked for a moment, not sure what made Nova so cheerful but knowing he probably did something wrong since Jay stared into the side of his head like she wanted to cut open his skull and swirl his brains around with a chopstick. So he swallowed his mouthful and tried to pick up the pieces of whatever he broke.

“Uh- well we- she usually plays with us during band practice so she still gets to use those skills.”

“Right. Just not in front of an audience?” Nova directed her question to Jay.

Jay simply let out a deep sigh, keeping her attention to the table in front of her and not the girl currently calling her out. So Nova took the silence as a resounding ‘yes’ and hummed pretending to be surprised.

“Bummer. You might not be the right person to dictate their audience then.” She added with a terribly casual shrug, a movement made as if without an air of thought behind it, like she hadn’t just taken the handful of pride Jay had and twisted it into knots that tied embarrassment into the goths gut.

“Thanks for the details though, I’ll be seeing you guys this weekend.” Nova went back to her cheery demeanor. Dragging her hand along the table as she gave a lingering look to the boy currently staring up at her with hopeful eyes.

“Bye Eddie.”

“Bye- see ya, see you… later…” he trailed off in a haze as she walked away. He watched her as she made her way back to her table carrying herself with the instinct of a model walking down a runway, or a Queen traveling down a path lined with her subjects.

The second he turned his head back he locked eyes with Jay, who was currently seething in place. Hot breath fled her nose and he swore he could see puffs of cartoonish steam emit from behind her septum ring. Her ill temperament was obvious enough, the cause of which was less so to the metalhead.

“… what?” He asked with a languid mutter.

“You know sometimes you open your mouth and I hate what comes out of it.” Jay answered quickly. Her words likely came off as accusatory but in truth she was just frustrated.

Of all times for Eddie’s tendency to overshare this was the moment it came out? To be fair she deserved it, she could’ve tried bottling up her judgmental feelings until after Nova walked away, or just tear her own face off entirely. But alas, she allowed her emotions to take the reins yet again and Eddie could only dig her grave deeper. There was just something in the smiles shared between Nova and Eddie that soured her supportive tendency. She was yet to put her finger on why, but that would have to wait till after Saturday to uncover. Her spot was about to be flooded with normies so she had a lot of pride to swallow for their visit.

(Listen to “Venus” by Bananarama)

The next day came quickly, and Eddie warned all of Corroded Coffin of their upcoming “concert”. He wanted everyone prepared for a grueling set where they fed the audience tunes all night. He expected the owner to have an immense problem with it since she’d only ever let them play two songs, three if she was feeling generous, but he’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission. So the group was gathered just outside the football field, all huddling over sheets of loose notebook paper as they wrote down and scratched out set list after set list. There was a back-and-forth discussion on whether or not to perform original pieces or to stick with tried and true cover songs, and it quickly picked up into a rapid argument between the band members.

The quick quips rose to a level that alerted the cheer team as they flooded the field for practice. While most of the cheerleaders could ignore the general yapping a few feet away from them, Nova was all too tuned in to the one voice ringing louder than his cohorts. She followed the passionate shouting to the small corner where the outcasts all hid, startling them all as she leaned against an iron pillar and said “what’s all this?”

Eddie hardly bat an eye, continuing his tangent with a more pleasant demeanor while the rest of the band clutched their hands over their rapidly beating hearts. Nova listened intently, interjecting before the group around him could combat anymore. She confessed that she’d been writing songs for a long time, and asked for an editor on her most recent piece as she shyly pulled out a small notebook from her bag and handed it to Eddie. He read it over carefully, mouthing along with a guessed rhythm as he inspected her lyrics. He eventually gave a pleased nod and smiled up at Nova.

“You wrote this?” He asked with a hint of surprise.

Nova nodded and clutched onto her bag hanging on her shoulder, “yeah, I’ve been working on it for a while. Just trying to get it perfect.”

“This is good, I’m honestly hurt that you didn’t tell me about this sooner,” Eddie added as he handed the notebook to the group for the rest of their friends to appreciate, they all gave the same surprised but impressed glances and compliments to Nova.

When the notebook finally made it to Jay she snapped her head up from a piece of paper pressed in her lap that her eyes had been glued to. Finally realizing the cheerleader gave her an expectant look she slowly dropped the paper and took the notebook to read it with eyes glazed over. She took her time to look over each line despite how clouded her interest seemed to be, then gave a small nod and muttered “yeah, it’s good” in an underwhelmed tone.

Glancing up and handing the notebook back to Nova, she received it with a slowly falling smile and eyes darkening in offense. Only then did Jay realize just how melancholic she behaved. She apologized and tried to reason her lack of excitement to distraction, the lost look in her eyes a tell tale sign to Eddie that she had written something of her own. He snatched the paper from her lap and read it quickly. Eddie’s face furrowed at the writing. His eyes widened and his head slowly started to shake, the rest of the group adjusting in their seats waiting for him to finish his initial reading.

“… how the fuck do you do that?” He quickly tossed the paper to the rest of the group. They all read through it with an enthusiastic pace and gave the same bewildered expressions of approval.

Nova looked between all of them and grew confused, “do what?”

“Bird’s got this, like, creative superpower. She comes up with songs on the spot, just improvises the heaviest shit in like five seconds.” Eddie explained with obvious pride for his friend’s skill.

Nova nodded along, looking back at Jay as she seemed unaffected by the group’s compliments.

“That’s… crazy, actually.” She admitted, even though she felt the wind taken out of her sails with the goth's sudden contribution. She worked very hard on her own lyrics, working up the courage to share them with people she knew could appreciate them, only for her hard work to be side lined by something freshly whipped up in the same breath.

She felt the timing was weird, but couldn’t hold a grudge seeing as Jay truly did seem swept in a creative whirlwind. And it was a cool skill to have, it just seemed poor timing that the second Nova wanted to show something she was proud of, Jay was also crafting something. But it wasn’t her fault, you can’t control inspiration. It was just a coincidence, right? Yet she couldn’t stifle the troubled feeling in her chest watching as Jay hardly reacted to the symphony of compliments about her improvised lyrics. If Eddie gave Nova the same proud look he gave Jay then she’d be over the moon and joining in the banter. But Jay was quiet, and Nova stood as an outlier.

Jay drove up to school the following day, her second hand hearse creaking and clanking as it slowly slid into her favorite parking spot. “Elvira” wasn’t a trash heap like Eddie’s esteemed chariot but she certainly wasn’t as sexy as her namesake. A few rust spots, a number of deep dents and unfortunate scratches, and well loved leather seats with frayed edges from years of supporting stoic chauffeurs. She slid out of the car and waved across the parking lot to Eddie and Gareth as they leaned against his van. The parking lot was busy that morning as students were rolling in and instantly trying to find their own friends amongst the growing crowd. Then a distinct engine purr could be heard from the distance.

The shiniest coat of paint you’d ever seen, a square face and long body, and light brown hair waving in the wind with the top dropped down. This Cadillac meant serious business, such a prized possession belonged to none other than icon Nova James, and would only make specific appearances throughout each semester. That was decided when Tommy Hagan’s Christmas corvette was rear ended in the parking lot by some poor freshman. Nova wanted to limit any chance of that happening, so she’d only take her Cadillac for a spin when she was feeling particularly revved up. Some girls in cheer would refer to it as the “goddess landing” since she would walk with enough confidence to rival Venus. All in all, if you had any qualms with Nova, you should wait till the Cadillac was back in the garage.

So the stunning vehicle with its even more stunning driver pulled into the packed parking lot as Nova’s foxy eyes scanned for a spot. She noticed the hearse sitting in one of the upper rows and the goth gathering her things from the passenger's seat, there just so happened to be an open spot right next to her. For a fraction of a second and no more than that she thought to find another spot. She knew the hearse would pale in comparison to her own car, and with so many people in the area Jay might feel humiliated. But then she figured she was overthinking it, it was just a coincidence, much like Jay’s improvised lyrics were a coincidence. So she pulled up right next to the hearse.

Jay heard the rumble of a car and felt warmth radiate behind her, closing her door and turning to catch Nova’s gaze peeking at her from above her sunglasses.

“Hey Jay.” She greeted sweetly.

She in turn squinted her eyes as the sun shining off the car bounced right into her eyes, “oh, yeah, hi Nova.”

The cheerleader stepped out of her vehicle, exposing her immensely classy outfit to match her immensely classy car as she made her immensely classy entrance. Every ounce of admiration was contested with feelings of irritation as Jay could hear snickers and comments made from their peers at the duality of the two cars next to one another. She wasn’t mad at Nova, she was mad at how shallow the student body around them was. She knew she’d be hearing about this all day from people she couldn’t care less about, and let’s be honest, would it have killed Nova to park a little further away? Whether she was situationally unaware or not the brunette proceeded to put the top back down as Jay walked over to her friends with eyes still blinded.

Eddie chuckled as he watched her approach then motioned back to Nova, “no competing with that, am I right?”

“We’re not competing,” Jay snapped back, “who the fuck said we’re competing?”

“Woah,” Eddie raised his hands in mock surrender.

“I’m making a joke, chill out.”

Jay visibly bit her bottom lip to silently ridicule herself for her obviously defensive tone. Why was she feeling defensive anyways?

“Sorry bats... but just to set the record straight, there is no competition. If you have a Cadillac you automatically win everything.”

Eddie and Gareth laughed in agreement, when Nova’s sweet voice rang out across the parking lot. One hand hanging off her bag while the other stuck up in the air waving at Eddie for him to join her. He stifled for a moment, wide eyes darting between the girl waiting for him and his friends looking just as surprised as he did. Gareth patted him on the back a few times before basically pushing Eddie over to Nova and watching him stumble to her side.

Jay watched quietly, and had to bite her tongue to suppress her face from morphing into something disastrous again. That awful irritating sensation grew in her chest again and scratched at her ribcage like a feral animal longing to be released from an unfamiliar cage. She hated it, she hated watching them, and she hated as she grew to understand that feeling in her chest. Maybe, after all, whatever was happening between her and Nova could be a competition.

After school the next day everyone flooded the courtyard to either climb a buss, scurry off in their cars, or wait for someone to pick them up. Nova was in a unique situation where she was without a vehicle, her dad insisted on taking the Cadillac in for a check up and their spare car was being borrowed, so he agreed to pick Nova up from school. She stood next to Chrissy Cunningham and some of their fellow cheerleaders chatting away as she waited.

Then Hellfire Club unloaded in a chaotic flurry and dispersed just as quickly as they appeared. Eddie and Jay decided to stay with Jeff as he waited for his parents to pick him up. The nerds exchanged their hopes and expectations for their upcoming gig, all the while Nova delivered smiles and coy glances to Eddie who shot back sly smirks to distract from the nervous wave of his hand.

Jay noticed the quiet greetings and simply rolled her eyes, until she caught the sharp whispers and ear splitting giggles passed back and forth between the blonde bimbos standing around Nova behind flat hands. As if their palms suddenly dampened the twisted sounds they made. So she grabbed Eddie’s arm and spun him back around, giving him a look of warning that pushed him to continue their conversation.

Nova’s smile dropped immediately into an aggravated frown, and when the quartet of laughs grew louder she had half the mind to ridicule them right then and there. But of course, her dad finally drove up to the school with the window rolled down allowing a short snout to stick out of the passenger seat. The closer the car got the more expressive the cheerleaders became as the sweet face of a Rottweiler smiled to every passing person. Tongue hanging clumsily out of his jaws before he caught the glimpse of Nova and barked eagerly to his owner. She praised him and opened the car door, the adolescent pup jumping out of the passenger seat and eagerly clawing at her legs. She gave a stern command and the dog was quick to obey.

The cheerleaders all oohed and ahhed at how well behaved the Rottweiler was, even Eddie and Jeff slowly walked over to investigate what all the sudden fuss was. So now with an audience, Nova entertained their viewers and commanded little Arche to do the best tricks he had learned. Sitting, jumping, rolling over, even more complex tricks for such a young dog like weaving between her legs. Arche was impressively well trained and eager to please, and the onlookers rightfully complimented the young dog.

Nova caught a glimpse of Jay watching with bitter eyes from a safe distance, so the star decided to remove some of that safety. She seemed so comfortable commanding those around her with her eyes, surely she would be dying to voice her judgments.

“Not impressed Jay?” She asked.

“No, I'm plenty impressed,” Jay responded in a sarcastic voice. She took a few steps closer to Nova and brushed their shoulders together as she gave a dramatic smile, “just not a dog person.”

She walked right past the oncoming cars and onto a far plane of grass that framed the sidewalk. Cupping her hands over her mouth she called into the sky in a tender voice, giving a few greetings to seemingly no one. There was a long pause as she continued to stand comfortably in the grass, then there was movement in the tree above her. A small dark figure fluttered down from a flourishing branch and onto the grass in front of her, then a second followed, then two more after that. Jay reached into the pocket of her long black coat and pulled out a bag of peanuts, sprinkling them onto the grass before her. That was the moment a mass of black swarmed the grass from beyond the school, a flock of at least 20 crows all digging at the ground for a midday snack. Some even took tentative sidesteps to Jay outstretched hand as they plucked the peanut out of her fingers.

“… she has feral crows… as pets…” Nova said dazed before she suddenly turned to Eddie, “is that why you call her bird?”

“No!” Eddie answered quickly. “I didn’t even know this was happening! Every time she said she was going to go see her murder I thought she was making a homicide joke!”

Nova shook her head at Jay, catching the goth’s eyes as she gave a self righteous wink from her position on the grass. That was definitely an action made to irritate her, a challenge to contest the attention her dog gave her. As much as she wanted to be insulted, she simply couldn’t find it in herself. Not when at least five crows were dropping stolen dollar bills into Jay’s hands as thanks for the meal, and she knew Arche probably wouldn’t be able to do the same. So she let it slide, for now, there was plenty of time to take Jay’s ego down a peg. She certainly seemed to need it.

(Listen to “One Way Or Another” by Blondie)

Saturday night finally arrived and the strip was bustling, probably for the first time in decades. Teams of teenagers parked their cars down the damp road crowding the narrow path into The Hideout. The crowd was so dense that no one had any time to question the quality of the dive bar before they were locked into a conversation with a newly arriving friend. If they could catch the questionable stains on the ceiling or the layer of sticky bacteria they might have decided to turn tail and avoid the building like the plague. Instead they brought their own kind of hormonal plague into the bar instead.

At first the owner Bev had done everything in her power in the days leading up to the weekend to keep Corroded Coffin off the rickety stage that Saturday. But by the time the young people started piling in and ordering up she could care less about what the rambunctious teens were doing as long as they dropped crisp dollar bills on the bar.

So Corroded Coffin played, and man did they play. Eddie wailed into the microphone and shredded on his guitar, Jeff was right behind him with a complementary harmony, Gareth was zoned into the bass, and Gareth was hammering on the drums right in the pocket for every song. Not every tune was a crowd pleaser, but more often than not there were at least a few young people singing along or popping their heads to the tune.

Right in the center of every fleeting speck of gossip or piss poor attempt at a mosh pit was Nova James, chugging beers faster than boys twice her size like a fully fledged frat boy. She was relentless, dressed down and ready to sweat her ass off dancing the second she no longer had a line of challengers, which was yet to happen. After slamming the empty can of one boy's pitiful drink of choice on the rickety bar table the enthusiastic crowd around her all hooped and hollered in celebration. Her toothed smile showed off her sharp canines as she accepted her third victory out of countless more she would make that night.

“Who’s next huh?” she shouted out into the crowd, eyes darting around for her next victim while Corroded Coffin continued to blast their music through the dingy bar.

While the nearest group of insecure guys all clamored to be next in line and prove something to themselves, Nova spotted a dark figure leering just beyond the mass surrounding her table. To be fair Jay looked more approachable than she usually did at school, she was dressed a bit more revealing like Nova was. But she couldn’t fully appreciate the look, not while her heavy lined eyes were scanning the crowd in discomfort. It seemed the goth didn’t have a populace preference for the foul looks she always pulled out of her back pocket.

“Hey Jay!” Nova called, eventually getting the girl's reluctant attention.

“What’d you have?”

Jay stepped closer and shouted back confused, “what?”

“What’d you drink?”

“Nothing, I don’t drink at this bar.”

“Oh, you just had this awful look on your face. I thought you couldn’t hold your alcohol.” Nova gestured with a wide hand to Jay’s resting bitch face. Just before she could answer, Nova continued.

“But it’s worse than that, you just don’t drink at all, my bad.”

Nova turned back around to go back to whichever jock was desperate for validation, only to catch Jay make a Beeline to the bar and swipe up a whole bottle of Tequila while Bev wasn’t looking. The crowd around them ignited when she slammed the full bottle on the table, looking at Nova with clear intent. Then between the murmurs of the group around them they started to toss money on the table and exchange it between themselves, the amused crowd instantly placing bets between the two girls.

Nova looked down at the bottle, feeling unnerved at the choice. Not for her sake of course, she knew she could handle it, but she had no idea what Jay’s relationship with drinking was. For all she knew this might be her first shot. So she carefully looked back up at Jay after a brief pause.

“I was just teasing, okay? You don’t have to hurt yourself to prove a point.”

Jay in response looked at the steadily growing pile of cash on the table before shrugging at Nova.

“If I get a hangover, I’m getting it for free.”

There wasn’t much room for further argument before Jay stationed herself on the high top chair opposite of the cheerleader, both locked in a cold stare as if the table between them was an open plane in the wild west and the band’s music were the chimes of high noon. Shot glasses settled in front of them as members of their captivated audience poured shots to the two women. The first three shots were taken with grace, the next two tugged their faces into questionable frowns, the sixth shot was when Jay’s head tilted to the side and a long exasperated sigh escaped her lips.

Nova pressed on, maybe slightly squinting her eyes but recovering quickly. The seventh made Jay whine in discontent, frowning while an eighth shot was poured and Nova downed it without a second thought.

Slamming the shot glass down Nova laughed at Jay as she slowly hunched over more and more on the table, “are you done already?”

“Nonononono wait, hang on,” Jay slurred with a pointed finger waving, not specifically, but implied at Nova’s general direction. She took a few rapid sips of the shot instead of shooting it and let the glass clatter back down on the wooden table.

Nova matched her number and took the eight shot with no more than a rapid shake of her head and a smile following soon after. They both watched as another bystander poured the ninth shot, and the already sluggish momentum between them slowed to a snail's pace. Nova kept her eyes glued to Jay and waited with perfect patience for her competitor to pick up the shot and progress their formal competition. For all the bullshit the girl had put her through the entire week, she was owed one true and honest victory. So she watched like a predator stalking its prey in a foolish moment of comfort, subconsciously begging the goth to take the shot with full vigor.

Jay stared down at the shot in front of her, what were they drinking again? That’s right, tequila, god she loved tequila. It fucks you up right quick but it’s a fun ride to have. She took hold of her shot glass and couldn’t register it's cool surface connecting with her skin, only then did she realize that Corroded Coffin wasn’t playing anymore, someone was just talking into the microphone. What the fuck were they saying? Why the fuck couldn’t she understand that bitch? And where was Eddie? That bastard, good hair but a fucking asshole, cute but in like a pitiful puppy sort of way.

Her train of thought made about five left turns before it finally turned back to the task at hand, she was trying to outdrink Nova James. Well, at this point was that really her main motivator?

With a head full of air and a smile of satisfaction growing on her delirious face Jay looked back up at Nova to mutter “now would be a good time to tell you that I’m a lightweight.”

She slid the glass away from her and her head dipped back as she laughed at her own lax persona. The figures surrounding her all cheered for their still standing drinking Queen, all the while Nova laughed with Jay and shook her head at the poor girls fading psyche. Jay was still laughing in her spot, slowly slipping off the chair without realizing. Just before her clumsy feet could slip on the floor beneath her Eddie was right behind her to hold her up by her shoulders.

“Careful bird, Jesus,” he shook his head and looked her form up and down, growing both amused and concerned when he realized just how far gone she was.

Jay casually slipped out of his hold and muttered something he didn’t understand before sticking up a hand randomly in the air and walking off. As confused as he was, he only had a brief moment to collect water for his band before they had to be back on the stage, so he wanted to make the checkup brief.

“Nova, is she okay?” he asked, promptly noticing how much liquid the tequila bottle lost as well as several discarded beer cans on the table.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but it’s really sweet of you to care,” Nova complimented and smiled back up at him.

“And I’m sure she’ll be fine,” she dismissed his concern for Jay quickly, “don’t worry, you just keep playing. The crowd is killer tonight, right?”

Eddie nodded back, he couldn’t deny that the amount of eyes watching Corroded Coffin so intently fed a constant stream of adrenaline rushing through him, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Totally… look can you just keep an eye on her? And, if you can help it, please don’t go too crazy tonight.”

“I make no promises but I will keep all that in mind,” Nova smiled up at him and ruffled up his hair before pushing him away to go back onto the stage.

“Who’s next?” she called out and was met with a chorus of eager challengers.

Nova felt her insides churn suddenly, she wasn’t sure if she had a bad combination or just too much, but she knew that everything in her stomach needed to get out and fast. Holding onto her stomach she dashed around the hallway and looked left to right for anything that looked like a bathroom. She was starting to accept that The Hideout was just as hellish as Jay had warned as the nearest door she found was just a storage closet. The contracting in her abdomen was demanding and her whole body lurched forward as her throat filled with bile. She thought quickly, what was the nearest container? Her eyes landed on a mop bucket, that’ll have to do. Her feet slid clumsily against the ground as she slammed the closet door closed and knelt down over the bucket as quickly as possible, just barely catching her hair and scooping it out of her face as her body emptied every threatening substance in it. She could taste the terrible concoction of every drink she had consumed that night, and that only made her nausea worse.

Cast in a deep shadow arose a sleeping figure the cheerleader wasn’t previously aware of. Slowly sitting up off the floor and slipping out from under her long coat, Jay’s head spun and her reality seemed distorted. For a second she thought the pitiful groaning was a figment of her tired imagination, until the terrible smell of acids and alcohol hit her nose and flooded her nostrils. Looking over at Nova with squinted eyes she hummed in pity.

“Ooo, yeah that’s no fun. Kinda surprised you can’t hold your liquor, James.” She remarked.

“Fuck you,” Nova grunted in the minimal time she had to catch her breath before another wave of nausea hit her and she dipped her head back into the bucket.

“A flattering concept, but I’m not into cheerleaders.” Jay answered with too much sarcasm for the amount of time she had spent knocked out in this back room.

Between hoarse coughs and spitting out mouthfuls of collected saliva, Nova let out a dry “ha” before wiping her mouth clean and resting her back on the door to catch her breath.

Jay’s eyes widened slightly, looking at the rickety door that was shut.

“… oh… oh you bitch…”

Nova’s deep breaths paused and she gave a look colder than the arctic, “the fuck did you just say?”

“Ohhh you dumb bitch,” Jay added with a desperate tone in her pouting as she practically ignored Nova’s obvious offense.

“Okay now that’s-“

“You closed the door! Fuck you closed the door!” Jay interrupted as she held her heavy head in her tingling hands.

Nova simply scoffed, her confusion not strong enough to still her rising anger.

“Yeah, I did, you have eyes, congratulations.”

“That door is busted Nova,” Jay explained in a stern voice. “It’s been busted for years and Bev’s been too cheap to fix it! Once it closes it’s near fucking impossible to get it open again!”

Nova rolled her eyes, not wanting to give in to Jay’s fear mongering after all the time the goth egged her on. Standing up with shaky legs she jolted the handle. It turned, it jiggled, but the door didn’t budge. She stopped for a moment before she continued trying to pry the door open with more force. That was when panic kicked out her nausea and settled into her body instead.

“... fuck.”

“Nice going James.”

Nova whipped around with fresh venom sitting on her tongue, “oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know this one specific closet had a broken door, but you were dumb enough to take a nap in the first place!”

“I put a giant fucking two by four in the crack as a door stopper!” Jay shouted back as she pointed to a hunk of wood that slid into the center of the room

“But I guess you just didn’t notice it ohhh this is great, this is just great! I was supposed to sing on the worship team tomorrow but I guess I’ll just spend my Sabbath day rotting in a dingy dive bar like some harlot, my parents are gonna be so proud of me!”

“Don’t be a pussy, we just need someone to let us out,” Nova scolded her, wanting to hold on to hope rather than succumb to Jay’s negative perspective.

“Yeah except no one’s going to know where we are!”

“Then we’ll just scream until someone does!”

“Be realistic, Corroded Coffin’s got the sound blasting! They never get an audience like this and Bev won’t stop them as long as money comes in so for all we know they’re gonna be playing till the damn sun comes up!”

Nova willingly ignored her and banged against the door, shouting and pleading with anyone that might be listening. She committed to the action for a few solid minutes, Jay progressively curling up into a ball and shielding her ears from the increasingly desperate shouts that failed to reach the inhabitants beyond the broken door. Her determination should’ve been admirable but with the slowly increasing headache pounding in Jay’s skull she grew all the more bitter.

“Okay I know shouting is like a cheerleader thing but maybe you could cut it out? I think my ears are bleeding.”

“Oh my god-” Nova dropped her head on the door with a resounding ‘thunk’ before she turned back around to ridicule Jay.

“I don’t know what kind of stick has been up your ass this past week but maybe you could pull it out so you can actually be useful!”

“I’m just being honest.”

“No, you’re being a coward.”

“Oof, harsh dig Martha Stewart, got any more sick burns for me?”

“Yeah, you’re a jealous bitch with a raging ego, it’s no wonder no one likes you since your resting bitch face scares everyone away, and I’d almost feel sorry for you except I can’t imagine anyone actually liking being around you.”

Jay gave a hearty laugh and a dramatic slow clap, “now that’s the level of creativity I was hoping for! Hitting me right where it hurts, that was good! Is it my turn now?”

“Fuck off.”

“Okay let's see, you’re a par-asocial parasite painting your disease in candy colored lip gloss so instead of questioning the cracks in your crystal cut smile people stop to admire the shine, but if they looked past your short skirts and curled hair they’d see why you leech onto them and pull you right off. Cause mommy and daddy can buy all the cool cars in the world but they’ll never give you their attention right?”

Nova swiped up the loose plank disregarded on the floor and chucked it right at Jay, she barely had any time to duck before the wood made harsh contact with the wall above her head with a “whoosh” that breezed through her black hair. It came crashing down on her forearms covering her head before the wood clattered onto the ground. Even the force of the wood falling on her arms was strong enough to bruise, she didn’t want to imagine how it would feel if she didn't shield herself.

Stillness passed between them. Only the muffled sound of the band’s performance in the main venue echoing through the supply closet. The silence between them was almost more terrifying than the narrowly avoided violence. Why wasn’t Nova screaming at her? Berating her? Jay’s hands trembled as she slowly uncovered her face, looking up at Nova with wide eyes while the girl standing above her looked back with a stare so cold she felt like a sinner facing judgment. But there was a stutter in Nova’s breath as her chest rose and fell, a sadness clawing its way out of her angered stare. Just beneath her righteous anger was a weakness she seemed terrified to reveal.

“… I didn’t know there was a line, but I see that I crossed it,” Jay confessed with a shaking voice.

Another beat passed between them as Jay slowly sat up to look at Nova more clearly, she caught the moment the cheerleaders slipping mask was secured once more. Nova scoffed, then let out a hoarse laugh, and slid down the door with her back pressed against the wood vibrating with the beat of the drums outside.

“You’re one to talk about attention,” Nova finally muttered, barely putting in the energy to sound snarky or crass. The jab was oddly enough the needle that popped the balloon of tension pressing down on the both of them, Jay even smiled and nodded in agreement.

“… Did I do something to you?” Nova finally asked.

“I mean it seems like everywhere I go you’re there to tear me down.”

“Tear you down? You’ve been trampling on me all week!” Jay protested with an air of amused disbelief rather than defensiveness.

“No, I’ve been reacting to your jealousy,” Nova began to look confused.

“… what am I jealous of?” Jay asked, equally confused.

“Me and Eddie?”

“Woah I am not-“ Just as Jay was about to outwardly refute Nova’s claim she felt her words get caught in her throat. She looked down at her hands, the sight of the girl across the room from her became far too painful. She let out a reluctant sigh as she accepted this was the moment she’d finally name the beast she kept chained in her chest.

“... I’m not jealous of you and Eddie… I’m jealous of you and Chrissy.”

Nova simply stared back for a moment, her lips twitching to comment but she had no words to say and her brows furrowed to express her lack of understanding. What did Chrissy Cunningham have to do with Jay’s seemingly territorial nature?

Jay noticed the lost look Nova was giving her and internally relented at the necessity for elaboration. She sat up slightly, shoulders still slouching despite her aligned back, as if her arms would shield her vulnerability.

“We were friends growing up, best friends actually. But freshman year came around and she got a little… distant. Sophomore year was kinda the nail in the coffin. I was really getting into goth clothes and all that so some basketball douchebags started criticizing me. I told them off, but Chrissy… just watched.”

Nova nodded slightly, she could recall the rampant rumors that spread about Jay that day. With her behavior through the last week she was almost starting to believe the old news, but was glad she didn’t.

“… I remember hearing about that, everyone called you crazy.”

“I felt crazy. My best friend just stared all wide eyed like I was in the wrong for sticking up for myself. We didn’t talk again after that. Then I noticed you two getting closer, which I wasn’t mad about but it kinda hurt. Like why were you good enough to be Chrissy’s friend and not me? How could she so easily replace me with a girl she barely knew? So when you started getting closer to Eddie it just… I got scared that he’d do the same thing, I got worried I was still too weird to have friends. But I didn’t want to be scared, so I got mad… I’m really sorry I got mad. I should’ve reacted better but it was the only thing I knew how to do. I just didn’t like the thought that this one girl, who already has so many friends, kept getting the few people I love.”

Nova’s heart sank, she could see the box that Jay was putting her in, and it couldn’t be further from the truth.

“… you know… I actually don’t have friends.”

Jay immediately laughed and shook her head, “Oh shut up.”

“I’m serious. Half the people around me just like my status, they want to use me to get a leg up. But no one actually gives a shit about me. A lot of people are put off by my attitude so I don’t make a lot of connections, but that’s how I have to be since the only people interested in me are fake as fuck. Even in cheer I hear little whispers, insulting me from the same girls who compliment my hair or my clothes. They’re always making subtle judgments with a pageant girl smile. I can handle it, obviously, but it always puts me at odds with others. So I either scare people away and end up alone or surround myself with flaky people and still end up alone. Chrissy’s one of the only girls who actually cares, and it was just her for a long time until I met Eddie. And he was real. I felt like I could be a little more of myself around him… but he hasn’t talked to me very much since summer, so I wanted to come here. I wanted to show that I support him, get closer to him.”

Jay, clasped her head in her hands, elbows propped up on her knees as a groan of frustration left her, “But I alienated you when you tried, like everyone else has… I’m a bitch.”

“… just a little,” Nova agreed with a soft laugh.

“… but I get it… you know, Eddie always said he thought we would get along. I was kind of sad when that didn’t happen.”

“Yeah, my bad….” Jay responded under her breath. It was hard to confront the miscommunications that kept the two apart, to acknowledge that the great divide between them was just the cracks in their own perceptions rather than faults in the other person. But now that the two were finally talking, she was starting to see why her metalhead friend was so eager about Nova’s company.

“You know he likes you. Really likes you. He talks about you like you’re the coolest thing since John Sykes got his hands on a guitar. He won’t admit it but he’s scared to talk to you in school, I think he’s worried his reputation will rub off on you.”

Her words did soothe a sore spot in Nova’s heart that she had been ignoring, so she leveled with her.

“… well, he likes you too. Even when it was just the two of us he’d come up with reasons to talk about you… I’d like to have that with someone.”

Jay caught the brief descending tone in her voice, the disappointment from years of lost connections that calloused the cheerleader's heart without healing the wound. Against her better judgment, she felt a magnetic pull that lifted her onto her heavy feet. With her head still spinning she clumsily sat down next to Nova, banging the back of her head harshly against the door without reaction.

She kept quiet until murmuring, “… I’m willing to give a shit if you are.”

Nova looked back at her, attempting a cheeky grin in the dark space.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m offering a boon, a peace treaty, or- a parle.”

“Friendship?”

Jay raised her hands in the air in surrender, “hey I’ll take whatever you can give me. If friendship is on the table, I’ll sit there.”

“As if you’d ever want to sit at my table,” Nova shook her head and laughed quietly, imagining the cloud of doom sitting with the lot of cheerleaders.

“Well not if you’re gonna give me all that attitude,” Jay added sarcastically.

“Just when I was thinking of inviting you to a d&d one-shot too.”

Nova let out some disgruntled hum of unwilling fear which sent Jay into a fit of laughter, pointing to the girl's wide eyes as she couldn’t hold back her amusement.

“What the hell was that?”

“I’m not there yet,” Nova was breaking out into her own fit of giggles as her nervous groan played back in her head.

“Not where yet? Where are you going?” Jay sent the two into a fervent fit of laughter as logic slipped away and coherent conversation was lost in the air of camaraderie between them. The tension and grudges between them dissolved faster than they formed, and just for a moment they forgot about the hurt they had dealt one another. They forgot about their social standings, the circles they belonged to, they were just two girls.

A ‘thump’ interrupted their laughter, their shoulders shaking as a heavy vibration rocked against the door. The girls were quick to quiet, looking at one another with confusion before another heavier ’thump’ forced them to crawl away from the door. With a few more violent rushes on the door and a rapid jiggling of the doors handle the closet door finally burst open.

Eddie came crashing in shoulder first, sweeping the door open with his other arm. He looked around frantically, relief flooding him when he found the two girls looking up at him from the floor.

“Oh thank fuck,” he sighed and leaned against the door, his hair a mess and clinging to his sweat covered face.

Jay threw her arms in the air and cheered like a toddler, “Eddie!”

“Shit, I’m so glad it was you guys in here- fuck that door was stuck,” he groaned as he rotated his arm and held his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Eddie, how did you find us?” Nova asked as she pushed herself up off her feet, subtly inspecting their savior for any major injuries and fortunately found him lacking.

“This was the only place I hadn’t checked, and Bev tries to keep this door closed on account of the broken-“

Nova waved him off, “yeah the broken door, we know.”

Just as Eddie was about to respond he closed his mouth, nodding back to agree before changing the topic.

“Well I’m glad you guys are okay… you guys are okay, right?”

“Why?” Jay asked as she moved off the floor to hang off of Eddie’s arm. “You miss me or something?”

“Uh, pretty much, you guys missed a huge chunk of the show.” Eddie said, trying to hide his disappointment.

Nova groaned and grabbed the sides of her head, reeling at how she spent this whole night in a supply closet when this was her idea in the first place.

“Shit, Eddie I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to miss it. God, I was looking forward to this all week too.”

“… I mean I’ll give you a show whenever you want-“ Eddie’s bashful attempt at flirting was abruptly stopped by Jay pushing him away and grabbing Nova by her hands.

“You should totally come to band practice! Half the time I host and the other half Gareth hosts and when I host we have good snacks and AC but when Gareth hosts we have beer- it’s a good time no matter what house we’re at.” Jay rambled, smiling at Nova with tired eyes.

“Uh- if the boss says I can join,” Nova looks at Eddie expectantly.

The sudden nickname already sent a flustered warmth to his cheeks that made him want to oblige, but when Jay turned around with the biggest pout and shining puppy dog eyes he had ever seen then he was doomed to say yes.

“Yeah, yeah that’d be cool,” he said as he cleared his throat, trying to appear more casual than he felt about the idea. After brushing his ringed hand through his damp waves he nodded to Jay.

“Welp, van’s all packed, let’s head out.”

He turned to leave, intending on driving his friend back home since he was the designated chauffeur within their group, but the distinct lack of her thick boots scuttling behind him was odd. Eddie looked back, confirming that Jay was indeed not following him, then made a brisk turn to poke his head back into the supply closet.

“Hey, are you coming?”

Jay looked back between Eddie and Nova for a moment, feeling her feet frozen in place as she tested the waters of familiar comfort and opportune friendship. Looking back at the cheerleader and her slightly tilted head, her jewelry catching in the dim light as she smirks back. Jay threw her arm over Nova’s shoulders and pulled her close to her side.

“Nah, don’t need to. I’m thinking of driving a Cadillac tonight.”

“Oh, no, you will not be test driving my baby. But you’ll look really pretty in the passenger seat.” Nova denies her sweetly as they walk past Eddie.

“Damn right I will,” Jay agreed with a boisterous voice full of confidence.

Eddie is left to watch the two girls walk off. He was largely unaware of their rivalry, but he could see as plainly as anyone that they weren’t friends. But now they were laughing and joking as they walked out of the Hideout, arm in arm, hips swaying in time with one another completely in sync. In a way it was perfectly appropriate, the girls who always believed they existed in two totally different worlds somehow discovered they were far more alike than they thought.

Jeff had just swung his bass over his shoulder as the pair passed by him, and he watched in equal bewilderment as Eddie as he took a step closer to his bandmate.

“… were they in the closet?”

“Yep.” Eddie replied bluntly.

“… what the hell happened in there?”

“… no fucking clue… hopefully nothing I missed out on.”

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naomijoestar · 16 days ago

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Risotto..... with a witch/wizard bestie... /platonic..........

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Yes……… I hope you enjoy <3 I tried my best so I hope this meets your expectations!

Risotto with a witch/wizard reader (platonic)

- Every morning, you and Risotto make your own brews—coffee for him and tea for you—in complete silence. It’s never awkward, he hands you sugar before you ask and you slide his mug over without looking up. It’s honestly sort of a routine that’s very comforting for the both of you, but neither would admit it

- Risotto is surprisingly willing to test out your experimental potions. He drinks them with a straight face, even when you know they taste like absolute death. The only time he broke was after drinking one that made his voice echo like he was in a cave. His only response? “…Never again.”

- On quiet evenings, the two of you sit together at the table: you enchanting small spell bags while Risotto mends his cloak or stitches up a new pouch for you. Sometimes, he’ll grumble about your messy stitches and grab the needle from you, fixing it with a precision that makes you wonder if he was a tailor in a past life

- Between his crows and your familiars, it’s a zoo whenever you hang out. The two of you have a running game: who can convince the crows to bring the weirdest “gift”? Risotto once won with a pack of male thongs, and you still can’t look at it without cracking up

- You suggested he add a touch of silver embroidery to his cape once, and now all his outfits have the most intricate metallic detailing. When you bring it up, he grunts and changes the subject, but you’ve definitely caught him eyeing one of your spell-enchanted cloaks for inspiration

- One of your experimental potions accidentally left Risotto with a faint sparkling aura for a full day. He was less than thrilled. “I look like a damn chandelier.” You teased him so much that day, only to find a glittery crow feather mysteriously tucked into your bag the next morning

- You drag him to antique bookshops all the time, searching for grimoires and rare spell books. He doesn’t complain, but he’s banned from one store after accidentally knocking over a whole shelf of books. You still laugh about it every time you walk by. “I don’t know why you still need my help; you’ve got magic for this.”

- Whenever Risotto goes on missions, you insist on giving him enchanted trinkets, like a charm that wards off angry badgers or a tiny bottle of “just-in-case” antidote. He acts like it’s ridiculous but never argues. One time, the badger charm actually came in handy, and you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it

- Whenever you animate objects to dance around the room, Risotto pretends to ignore it, but you’ve caught him being dragged into the chaos more than once. He has no rhythm, but there’s something hilarious about seeing a deadly assassin awkwardly slow dancing with a floating broom

- Risotto’s crows adore you and have started tattling on him. If he skips meals or pushes himself too hard, they come straight to you. You’ll show up at his door with food, and he’ll just glare at the birds perched on your shoulder. “You bribe them, don’t you?” You just grin as you shove the food into his hands

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youwouldmissmeinyourbones · 1 year ago

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I'm fairly new to Klaroline. There are so many incredible looking fics, it's hard to know where to start. What would you rec as the absolute must-read fics in the fandom? Any length, any rating. Thanks!

Welcome to our crazy little corner of the internet! We are definitely blessed with a lot of amazing fics, so I'll summarise my absolute favourites for you!

These are all on ao3, so please make sure you check the tags/ warnings before reading because I'm not sure what you're comfortable with. You'll also need an account on ao3 to read some of these if you don't already have one.

You may have already seen me raving about make them bow, which is absolutely amazing.

Other than that, we have:

Everything, Everything by Anyaparadox

Caroline and Klaus wake up human in another reality due to a spell. Oh, and they're married, which is absolutely the worst, until it isn't.

This fic was beautifully domestic, and the bitter-sweet ending has me in tears every time I read it. This is 100% one of my favourite fics EVER and I would go as far as to say it's the fic on this list I most highly recommend.

Words: 68, 491

Colored You In by @lalainajanes

AH-AU. Kol's broke (he scammed his trust executor, but don't ask, okay?). Elijah's playing the tough love card, Rebekah has no room (and Kol doesn't want to overhear his little sister having sex, thank you). And Klaus? Klaus will murder Kol inside a week if they're forced to live together. Caroline had a spare bedroom (now that Stefan's moved in with Rebekah) and Rebekah knows Caroline's weaknesses. A pair of Louboutin's and two days later Kol's moving in. It might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Or possible the making of two mortal enemies. Time will tell. But suddenly Klaus is always around. Planted on her couch, offering snarky commentary, eating their food. Seriously, who invited him?

I'm not the hugest fan of AH AU's but this would have to be one of my favourites. It's hilarious and showcases relationships between all of the characters. (Especially Kol and Caroline, which you've gotta love)

Words: 85, 440

Someone That'll Look Like You by @cupcakemolotov

When Caroline Forbes finds herself barreling down the highway with no real memory other than her name, her only clue is the dead body in her backseat. To complicate matters, she's pretty sure that body isn't human. And neither is she.

This fic is super sweet with a healthy dose of Carenzo friendship for good measure.

Words: 23, 214

Sweet Present of the Present by VintageLilac

Time was a human constraint, and Caroline was immortal. Klaus had told her to explore humanity, to do all the thing she wanted in life, and he also told her it wouldn't be enough. She hated that he was right. And so when Rebekah Mikaelson showed up on her doorstep, asking her to take Klaus' daughter, Caroline said yes. -- In which Caroline raises Hope while New Orleans is at war.

Although this fic is absolutely fantastic, you should probably note that it's still ongoing (we're at 21/25 chapters right now) so if you only like to read completed fics you'll want to hold off a bit longer on that one. The author is still updating though so I don't think you need to worry about it being abandoned.

Words: 133, 068 (as of right now)

This is a Harvest by but_seriously

“Ask me to choose you, Caroline,” Klaus continues heatedly, “go ahead, and I will, with everything that I have. But in return, you’re going to have to do the one thing you’ve been fighting since the night I sat on your bedside and fed you my blood. You’re going to have to choose me back. It’s only fair,” and he spits these last words out.

I haven't read this one in a while but I remember really enjoying it so I've added it in. Really, I would suggest taking a look at everything by this author.

Words: 20, 104

I hope this list helps you find something you enjoy. There are so many talented writers out there and a bunch of them just happen to churn out the most amazing stuff for us to read!

#klaroline #klaroline fic rec

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critter-genfic-events · 10 months ago

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This week, we have seven hilarious prank fics recced! Read along for some hi-jinks and mischief! Check them out under the cut, and as ever, comment or kudos if you like them!

What Goes Up by krakens (2311,General) Warnings: None Pairings: background Vax/Gilmore

Pike suggests playing a prank on Vax. Grog suggests putting a cow in his room.

Reccer says: A perfect Vox Machina messing around fic

Open All the Windows by hufflepirate (4563,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Jester & the Traveler

Even as Jester grows older, sometimes that first spell is still the best spell. It always means the Traveler is there. It always means she isn't really alone.

Reccer says: I liked it

Distance makes the heart grow fonder by Multifandom_damnation (2805,General) Warnings: None Pairings: The Clay Siblings

Caduceus is gone just as fast as he arrived, and he leaves his siblings behind to bicker amongst themselves and think about everything he's been through in the ten years that they've been away.

Reccer says: I love the sibling dynamics and the outsider view of what Caduceus would have been through without his siblings.

Spell JAMmer by xtinethepirate (1496,General) Warnings: Pairings: Background Shadowgast, Essek & Verin Thelyss

Essek relates a story from his past. Jester gets ideas. Verin is stuck with cleaning duty.

Reccer says: A fun callback to the random Verin and Essek story Matt told on a charity stream, with added Jessties

Untitled Fearne Game by Deramin (200,General) Warnings: minor animal ruffling Pairings:

It’s a lovely morning at the pond, and you are a horrible fey.

Reccer says: It's extremely short (200 words) but perfect for what it needs to be

The Wrong Side of the Bed by Samuraiko (467,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Just because Orym's the healthy and well-adjusted one doesn't mean he can't cut loose and have some fun every now and again... especially with a little help from Ashton. (takes place just before the departure to the Heartmoor)

Reccer says: I liked it

garden crimes by quinn_of_aebradore (233,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek & Yasha

Yasha engages in some mischief while she and Essek are gardening together.

Reccer says: It's short, sweet, and wonderfully silly!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be featuring fics focused on Ashton!

Then, it'll be Hair Care, Pre-Campaign, and Crashing A Party!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

If you're looking for some more, check out some fics written in the critter genfic bingo tag, or the older rec lists! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!

#critical role #critter genfic rec lists #vox machina #the mighty nein #bells hells #pranks

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years ago

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PS, I love you

Love letters begin appearing in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Sharp never send his own. He doesn't have to.

The night between Aesop seeing Sebastian's letter and Reader's gentle rejection in the morning, is the night his leg is acting up and she holds him to her. This observation was brought to my knowledge by @tea-withjamandbread who I am convinced now is a genius with 200+ IQ

I'm fairly certain my next fic will be pwp

PS, I love you (4.2k words)

tw: suggestive themes (mentioned), slight angst, aesop sharp needs a hug, cheesy

"Oi, knock it off, Prewett!" Andrew Larson shouted once more, trying to reach a piece of parchment that was currently held in Leander Prewett's hand, high above his head and out of Andrew's reach entirely. "Haha, what's wrong, Larson? What's so bloody secret about this? Is it a recipe for a growing potion, so that you can finally be taller than a fifth year?"

"You utter git, Prewett!" Andrew snarled and began reaching for his wand. He was promptly hit with a full body bind curse by the tall redhead. "Now let's see," said Leander with a mean glee in his voice and began reading.

The students who were currently in the Clocktower Courtyard with the two boys finally stopped pretending to mind their own business, when Andrew's bound body hit the ground, turning around to look at them fully. A few students rushed to Andrew's aid.

"Oh, oh! Listen to this everyone!" Leander began giggling and cleared his throat.

"Finite," came a cast from your wand. Andrew's body relaxed, but he didn't sit up. He didn't even open his eyes. His face was taking on a deep red hue.

"Dear Nerida," Leander read with a mocking, dramatic voice, "you are more beautiful than the moon reflecting on the dark waters of the Black lake, by which you so often sit-" "Shut up, Leander!" You shout at the Gryffindor, finally realising just what sort of letter it was, and why Andrew seemed to want the ground to swallow him whole.

"Come on, (F/N), don't be such a spoilsport, this is hilarious!" Replied Leander, before resuming reading the love letter aloud, "your smile shines brighter than the lacewing flies in the middle of the night, and your voice is like a heavenly sympho- Arghh!" A descendo hit Leander straight in the chest and his body made swift, hard contact with the ground. The impact pushed the breath out of his lungs, and left him coughing and gasping on the ground. Everyone looked around, searching for the person who fired the spell.

It was Nerida herself. She walked to Leander, still lying on the ground, angrily and snatched the letter out of his hand. "That'll teach you to snoop through someone else's correspondence!" She spit out before placing the letter into her robes. Andrew sat up in the meantime, his head hung low. You and a few students encouraged everyone else to get back to their knitting as Nerida slowly walked towards the Ravenclaw.

"Did you really mean all that, Andy?" She asked, a little shy smile on her face. Andrew looked up at her suddenly, cheeks still burning: "I-I… Y-yes, of c-course I did! I do!" Nerida smiled once more and fidgeted with her hands, looking away as a similar flush appeared on her cheeks: "then maybe we could… I don't know, we could go to Hogsmeade during the weekend?"

And so began a little era of love letters at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

—

Love letters began appearing all throughout Hogwarts. Sometimes they were anonymous, oftentimes they were not. Sometimes they led to new couples forming. There weren't just romantic letters, though.

Many girls and a few boys also took to sending love letters to their friends. They'd be thankful for their friendship, and write out all the things they adored about them. Girls could often be seen hugging each other after reading the letters from their friends. Boys wouldn't really react the same way, but one could occasionally see them blushing when reading such a heartfelt note from their friend. Nobody was ridiculed anymore for putting their feelings on paper, not after Nerida and Andrew began going out following Andrew's letter’s reveal, looking as happy and in love as can be.

There were letters sent to the staff as well, notes of respect, admiration, fondness. They were platonic, of course (save for a few anonymous letters Professor Garlick received), and generally well-received. Mirabel got so many, she soon didn't know what to do with them, while Abraham Ronen almost immediately sent them to his wife to see, full of pride and utmost joy.

There was an unspoken rule to not send prank letters to the staff, and especially not to Black. He was blissfully unaware of the trend that began in his school, but if someone was to send him some untasteful anonymous prank, Merlin knows what he might do. Make a rule to check each and every letter and parcel? Maybe ban post altogether?

You were rather enjoying this situation. You wrote quite a few letters to your friends and received some in return. The first two were from Natty and Poppy, unsurprisingly, but more followed. There was a short but sweet letter from Ominis and a slightly longer letter from Amit. You made sure to hug both boys, rendering them flustered but very happy.

You also wrote letters to every staff member (except for the Headmaster). You added a phoenix feather to your letter to professor Howin, wrote the letter for professor Weasley along with Deek, the letter for Ronen was transfigured into a swarm of butterflies that would fly into his classroom and form into an envelope right before his eyes, and so on. You saved professor Sharp for last.

You stared at the blank piece of parchment for a long time. There were so many things you wanted to tell him, to let him know how you feel. How much you really adored him, how safe he made you feel, how much you longed to feel his hands on you, to get lost in his strong arms, to feel his lips on your own... But you just couldn't bring yourself to confess. Not yet, at least. Not when you weren't sure that he felt the same way. His rejection would tear at your heart, your soul, way more painfully than your longing did. What you wrote was:

‘Dear professor Sharp,

Thank you for everything. There were moments in my life during which I felt hopeless, and lost, and broken. And if you weren’t there for me, I most likely wouldn't be here today. I admire you greatly, and I hope you don’t mind me saying that I am very fond of you as well. It's an honour to be able to learn from you, and I cannot imagine how I'd fare without you here.

Yours truly,

(F/N) (L/N)’

Was it too obvious? Too straight forward? What if he thought it was a prank? Hopefully he wouldn't - he knew you were always honest with him. Well, almost always, seeing as you held yourself back from straight up admitting your love for him. 'Professor Sharp, I love you'. 'PS, I love you'. Instead you wrote: 'PS, looking forward to our next chat over tea.'

You walked over to the Owlery, hoping the November air would clear your head and calm your nerves a bit. You attached the letter to Diana's leg, scratching the owl under her chin. "Bring this to professor Sharp," you said softly. The dark owl took off right away.

—

Aesop was of course aware of the little trend that broke loose in Hogwarts, but didn’t really care as long as it didn’t disturb his lessons. To his surprise, he too received a few letters of appreciation. Unlike Mirabel or Abraham, there weren’t many, but all of them seemed genuine. He wouldn’t admit it, but they did flatter him quite a bit.

After one of his lessons, however, a greater sooty owl flew into his classroom. His breath caught in his throat. “Hello, you,” he’d say in barely more than a whisper as the bird sat upon his desk elegantly, holding out her leg for him. She flies off again once he takes the letter attached to it, leaving a single feather behind on his desk. The door of his classroom closes shut following a flick of his wand. He had a free period now and should not be disturbed by anyone for the following two hours.

He opened the letter and got to reading. His dark eyes softened as they glided over the words written in your elegant script, one of his hands coming up to support his chin. His heart hammered loud in his chest. Once he reached the letter’s end, his eyes went right back to the beginning. His letter was definitely different from the one Dinah received from you. It was no less respectful, but it felt more… heartfelt. Deeper, maybe? Perhaps he was reading too much into this. Maybe he was seeing things he wanted to see, things that weren’t actually there.

Aesop sighed and put his face into his hands, staring at the letter on top of his desk. You were, well, friends. Considering your long conversations in his office, in his chambers, your mutual respect and understanding, you definitely stopped being simply ‘a teacher and his student’ some time ago. But were you even more than that? He couldn’t be sure, not absolutely.

His thoughts were going a thousand miles per hour. He grabbed one of the blank rolls of parchment lying close by and opened it. Without thinking, he dipped his quill into ink and began writing.

‘Dear (F/N) Miss (L/N),

The moments I’ve spent in your company this last year and a half were some of the best of my entire life more enjoyable than I would have thought possible, and they became the highlight of my days. I am always more than glad to accept you over for tea and a talk, and I feel honoured to have your affection friendship. Whatever you do once you graduate in June, I hope you won’t be a stranger, and will visit your old potions master. That is, if you wish time allows you to do so. You have grown into an accomplished, clever, beautiful young woman, and I wholeheartedly believe that you can achieve anything you set your mind to.’

He looked at the parchment with a heavy sigh. Even if he wrote the entire thing again, without the crossed out words, he still didn’t think he’d ever be able to send it…

‘You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me,’ he wrote next, his handwriting not nearly as neat as before. He was not going to send this letter anyway, so why bother. ‘ You’ve no idea what you make me feel, do you? I’m an old, crippled, ex-Auror potions master, but everytime I’m with you, I feel like a bloody teenager again. Merlin… it’s so despicable of me to want you this way, but when you’re with me, I… I almost feel like you return these sentiments. That you look at me the same way.

I feel so horribly shameful when I see you waltzing around the school in your uniform, but when we met in The Leaky Cauldron before the term started, for just those few hours I thought… I thought I actually had a chance. A chance to hold you in my embrace, to kiss your sweet lips, to feel your young body curl into my own. When you sat opposite of me, in that beautiful gown, looking like a dream come true, I wanted to pull you against me and never let go. I wanted to drag you off to one of the rooms and, just for a while, forget that I’m your professor and that you’re my student. To, just for a while, pretend that we’re nothing but a man and a woman, surrendering to their most basic emotions and desires.

Every time you look at me with those brilliant eyes of yours, I am in heaven, and I am in hell. Your gaze, it scorches me, it makes my guilt burn in my chest… And yet, at the same time, it sets my blood aflame. It makes me want to surrender to you entirely. It makes me imagine what must it be like to have your body in my arms, under my own, to be allowed to touch you, and-’ Oh, Merlin! Aesop was breathing heavily, a deep flush on his face. To his horror, he felt himself aroused in his trousers. He truly was a deplorable, depraved creature, wasn’t he?

It was foolish of him. What could he even offer you, other than an entirely too old, gruff ex-Auror with a lame leg? Other than his love, his heart. He put his head into his hands. He willed his excitement down, making a mental list of ingredients needed for a successfully brewed Felix Felicis potion. He crumpled the parchment into his overcoat pocket. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t a letter at all, more like mad rambling of a foolish beast of a man.

Maybe he could still salvage the first part, make something innocent and kind out of it. You deserved it. Your letter moved him, it was only fair he wrote something in return. He was going to, in the evening. For now, he just needed to calm down. The seventh years would be arriving for their NEWT class soon, and you’d be there with them. He had to keep a straight face, keep his treacherous mind out of the gutter, keep his heart from beating too fast or too loud.

An hour later, when you entered the classroom, professor Sharp was leaning against the edge of his desk, observing your classmates with a bored expression as they made their way to their potions stations. When your eyes connected, however, there was a little spark in them. You nodded at him with a smile, and, if you didn’t spend so much time around him, you might’ve missed the tiniest little twitch of his mouth in reply.

The class was frankly uneventful. Everyone, even the Weasley boy, were extra careful as they brewed their Essence of Insanity potions. Seems nobody was too keen on going actually mad during his class. He hobbled around the classroom, offering occasional critique and advice, a few words of praise even, once or twice. He had to admit, this years’ graduating students were quite capable. He stopped by your potion for a bit, looking over your shoulder as your hand stirred the cauldron’s contents elegantly. He hummed in quiet approval.

When he moved over to the middle of the room, he wanted to at first reprimand Mr Sallow for having some clutter on his work station, but when he saw just what it was, his voice died in his throat. It was a piece of parchment and a quill, lying by his potion book, and your name was written on it in the Sallow boy’s scrawl. Pretending to be looking at the lad’s ingredient cutting technique, he read the first few lines.

‘Dear (F/N),

Sorry to be probably the last one to write to you, but it took me a while to think up what it actually was I wanted to say. You’re a good friend, and one of the most important people in my life, but I was kind of hoping that we could become more than just friends…’ Aesop couldn’t read any longer. He turned away with a huff and limped morosely over to his desk.

A feeling of horrible jealousy overtook him, and it took all of his willpower not to set Sallow’s letter ablaze, making a fool of himself in his own classroom. He had absolutely no right to feel this jealousy, he had no claim on you. And even if he did, it wouldn’t make him entitled to meddle into the private lives of his students. He was such a fool. That’s what hurt the worst, in fact, how foolish he was.

You spent a lot of time with him, yes, but you also spent a lot of time with the Slytherin lad. You clearly cared about him, but did you care about him in the same way Sallow cared about you? It would make sense… It would make so much more sense for the two of you to be together, than you being with your gruff professor. His heart hurt terribly. He didn’t leave his chair until the end of class, accepting your bottled and marked potions on his desk wordlessly. When your kind eyes fell upon his own, when they asked him if he was alright, he wanted to give you an encouraging little smile. What formed on his face was a pained grimace.

When his last class ended, he made his way to his chambers, not even bothering to go to the Great Hall for supper. He fished out the parchment from within his pocket and read what he had written. Dear Merlin… He really was deplorable. He wanted to toss the blasted thing into his fireplace, only, as he pulled back his arm to throw, he found he quite… couldn’t. Though the words he wrote should never ever appear in front of your eyes, he had to admit that he meant every single one of them. He hasn’t said or written anything so… sincere for a long time. Many years, in fact. He couldn’t bring himself to destroy it. So instead, he simply crumpled up the parchment and tossed it somewhere to his left. Maybe he’d forget about it, and then destroy it some other time unknowingly.

—

Professor Sharp went to breakfast early the next day, hoping to avoid as many students and colleagues as he could, his mood even worse than the previous day. However, when he saw what awaited him downstairs, in front of the large door leading to the Great Hall, it took everything within him not to throw himself over the railing of the stairs.

There were you and the Sallow boy, both of you having arrived not too long ago, it seemed. He had absolutely no wish to pass the two of you on his way inside the Great Hall, so he just hid behind one of the pillars and leaned his back against it. If anyone was to see him like this, he could always say his leg was simply hurting too much and he needed to rest for a while. It wouldn’t have been exactly a lie, his leg really did hurt something horrible since yesterday.

It wasn’t his fault the two of you were talking so loud he could hear you almost perfectly.

“So… you read it then?” asked Sebastian, and Sharp could hear the anticipation in his words. There was a moment of silence. “I did,” came your voice now. Sharp hated himself for it, but he felt strangely happy, when he realised your voice was more sheepish and awkward, rather than pleased and excited. “I read it, and I spent half the night awake, trying to come up with an answer. Well, I realised that it’s probably better I tell you myself, in person.”

Aesop’s eyes were closed, and he listened intently. “I’m sorry Seb, but I just… I don’t feel about you this way. You too are my friend, and you’re very important to me, but I just… I see you more like a brother than anything else.” Sharp could have cried. He did feel slightly bad for the young Slytherin, but he also couldn’t stop himself from releasing a quiet sigh of relief. By Salazar, he was one selfish bastard, wasn’t he.

“I-...” Sebastian said, “i-it’s alright. I understand.“ “Are you mad at me, Seb?” you asked, your voice worried. “No, I’m not. Of course I’m not. How could I be mad at you, it’s not your fault you don’t see me like… that. Just tell me… there isn’t a chance you’d ever… you know. Change your mind?” There was another moment of silence. “No, there’s not. I’m sorry.”

Sebastian Sallow heaved a sigh: “Alright. Well, at least I know that… “ he sniffed audibly. “I’m so sorry, Sebastian. Come here,” Aesop didn’t see you, but he could clearly imagine you pulling the taller boy into your embrace shortly. “Sorry. I’ll be alright, promise,” said Sebastian with a heavy voice, “let’s just go to breakfast, shall we? I don’t want to keep… just standing out here.” The potions master heard the ‘alone, with you.’ Sallow didn’t say. He knew best how difficult it was to be alone with you and not be able to love you.

He stood there, leaning against the pillar, for a long time, even after your and Sallow’s footsteps disappeared behind the doors to the Great Hall. “Aesop? Are you alright, dear? Leg acting up again?” He opened his eyes to see Dinah Hecat standing a few metres away from him, looking concerned. “Morning,” he said with a wry grin, “it’s alright. It just… flared up for a while, but it’s fine now. Breakfast?”

—

Your lover excused himself for a while, leaving you alone in his chambers. You went to sit in one of the armchairs, waiting for his return, when you heard something make a crumpling sound underneath you. You stood up again, looking at the seat curiously. There was something peeking out from the tiny space between the cushion and the backrest. You carefully plucked the something out. It was a crumpled piece of parchment, maybe some sort of scrapped potion recipe? You unfurled it, intent on putting it away if it turned out to be some of Aesop’s private correspondence.

It was Aesop’s private correspondence indeed - addressed to you. It was a mess of scratched out words, and it seemed he stopped caring to make the text legible at some point, but it was definitely a letter for you.

You didn’t want to snoop, he surely must have had some reason to not send this to you but… but you couldn’t help it. It took only the first few words for you to realise exactly what it was. It was his reply to the love letter you sent him months ago. He never sent one.

You read with bated breath, observing the care he took not to accidentally reveal to you the extent of his feelings. Until he didn’t. Until he probably realised he was never going to send the letter. You felt your face growing hot as you read his words, his proclamations of love and desire, of his longing. Your heart swelled and pounded in your chest.

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” came Aesop’s voice from the door of his chambers, so absolutely different from the one he used in his classroom. Your head snapped towards him, the deep blush on your cheeks clearly evident. His brown eyes looked at you curiously, before moving to the parchment in your hand. “I’m so sorry, Aesop,” you stood up immediately, your cheeks still burning, but now from embarrassment and guilt, “I know I shouldn’t have. It was partly behind the armchair cushion.”

The potions master blinked slowly, before coming over to you, his eyes on the ground. “It’s alright,” he said, “it was addressed to you, after all, I just… didn’t know it was still there. I thought Deek might have perhaps thrown it out when he was cleaning my room.” You came over to stand before him. The two of you observed one another wordlessly for a while. “I’m sorry, darling, I do realise the letter is a bit-” “It’s beautiful,” you said quickly. Aesop didn’t expect to be interrupted the way he was, and it took him a second to realise what you just said. “What?” he replied eloquently.

“The letter, it’s beautiful, Aesop. I’m sorry to have… read it the way I did, without your consent, but believe me when I say that it’s the most beautiful letter I’ve ever read…” “I-… thank you, I…” he still wasn’t quite looking at you. Your hands came up to touch his face, the stubble on his jaw leaving a prickling sensation on the skin of your palms. “I meant every word, you know,” he said in a voice so quiet, you almost didn’t hear him, “but I wasn’t sure if the words would be welcome… Even now...”

You clicked your tongue upon hearing his admission. “Such a clever man, and such silly thoughts…” you spoke gently, before standing up on your tiptoes. You captured his chapped lips with your own, softly at first, but your tongue soon teased at the seam of his mouth. He granted you entrance without a second of hesitation, his strong arms almost automatically going to curl around your waist and pull you impossibly close to his body.

The kiss soon became intense, passionate, your tongues dancing sensually with each other. Your fingers were in his hair, and one of his hands was gripping your hip. Soft sounds were being muffled by your hungry mouths, and you were starting to feel seriously hot in your uniform. You were both breathing heavily once you finally parted, your faces flushed and your eyes darkened with excitement.

“Aesop,” you said breathlessly, “would you like to know what I actually wanted to write in my letter to you?” His eyelids were heavy, his eyes darker than a moonless night. They were smouldering, intense, like the mouth of a volcano, and you found yourself wanting to burn. “Tell me,” he said, his voice clouded by arousal. “Actually,” you chuckled breathily, “it’ll be better if I show you…”

Much later, when you were lying in each others’ embrace, exhausted and sated, you used your finger to write a few simple words on the bare skin of his back.

‘PS, I love you.’

Hello! I hope you enjoyed reading. You can check out this story and all of my other stories over on AO3. I'm always happy for kudos and comments!

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