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jeongyunhoed · 9 months ago

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Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Sorry in advance for any mischaracterization and other mistakes. Tag list is open if you would like to follow this story on here. Reblogs are much appreciated.

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Chapter 3

"6th years, you've now managed to make it to NEWT levels," Professor Sharp addressed them all that afternoon. "Well done, I must stress that everyone pay attention, and assume that you've all done adequately the previous year to be able to take this subject. All of the potions I will discuss from here on out, you will be required to make and know like the backs of your wands."

Norah was reading along to Professor Sharp's description of the first potion they were to make this year: Veritaserum, which made the drinker tell the truth. Along with the confused hums coming from everyone else, Sharp explained that it was because today, in particular, was the start of the new moon. The ingredients seemed simple enough as she rummaged through her own stock of ingredients.

"There won't be any need to drink these potions, however, lest you look forward to a visit to the hospital wing or even St. Mungo's, so for your safety and everyone else's, avoid doing so. The grade for this will depend on what it looks like after 28 days."

She chuckled, looking over her own kit of ingredients when Professor Sharp signaled for them to begin. Carefully measuring each ingredient, she took her time in brewing the liquid.

"Psst! Norah!"

She looked over her shoulder, seeing Samantha Dale, the Ravenclaw she helped return a crest into her troll-infested family tomb. "Hello Samantha," Norah nodded. "I see you're taking NEWT Potions too."

Samantha was grinning. "Anyone ask you to the Yule Ball yet?" She said, keeping her voice low.

Norah shook her head. "No,no one's asked me yet. It's still quite a long way away, isn't it?"

"Yes, and no," The Ravenclaw replied. "But people are now wondering who might be the lucky guy who takes the Hogwarts heroine to the ball, you know."

Norah looked back at her own cauldron, quickly stirring the mixture until it reached the desired color. Sebastian, who was sharing a table with Norah as well as Amit, glanced at Samantha when she said it. "I'm not expecting anyone to ask me, let's put it at that. I might've scared them away knowing what happened last year," She mumbled, crushing two sopophorous beans with her blade. "What about you, has anyone asked you yet?" She turned it around.

"Oh no, but he will ask me soon, I know it," Samantha was confident. "He might just be waiting for the right time. I'll see him in the common room."

Sebastian and Norah tried to stifle their surprise when Samantha glanced at Amit, who was absorbed in getting his potion right. Or at least gave the impression that he was focused, as the blush in his cheeks became evident.

Norah bit her lip to keep herself from giggling. It was cute. "This is what hanging around Norah feels like, I'm getting more than I bargained for," He mumbled, the blush on his cheeks becoming even more visible.

"Amit is blushing," Ominis quipped as he carefully added his own ingredients in.

"You don't know that," Amit tried to shoot a look at the blonde Slytherin.

"I don't have to see you to know, and I know."

"You're lucky we're not doing amortentia," Sebastian quipped, making the two of them snort, Norah nearly spilling some of her ready made potion as she poured the liquid into a vial. "You'll be in trouble then."

They stiffened up when Professor Sharp approached their table. "I hope all the snickering is that you're all done with brewing your own veritaserums," He said, giving the side-eye to Sebastian and Norah, who presented him with her vial. "Well done, Miss Lee. You've managed to stay focused."

They sighed in relief when Sharp walked away. "So," Norah decided to change the subject. "Are we looking for our first table tonight?"

That made Amit look up in delight. "Yes! But..." His shoulders suddenly sunk.

"But?" Sebastian asked.

"But the nearest ones after the tables we found here in Hogwarts are in the Forbidden Forest," Amit frowned. "I hate to think of what we might encounter in that forest at night."

"You say that like you didn't fight goblin loyalists with me in that mine, Amit," Norah raised a brow. "You're a lot braver than you give yourself credit for. And besides, you're not looking for those tables on your own. If anything happens, we can handle ourselves."

Even though it wasn't directed at him, Sebastian felt assured by her words. It was true after all. The previous year tested her relationship with each of them like no other, and certainly proved that they were going to be lifelong friends. Amit also seemed assured, yet still wary about heading into another adventure with Norah after the mine incident.

"Not every goblin is bad. I've come across quite a few of those goblins last year, helped them with missing art carts and mooncalves. They love life and beasts just as much as we do," Norah remembered those moments fondly, smiling to herself as she cleared out her cauldron by pouring the remaining contents of her potion into one other vial to have in handy. If only Ranrok spared his own brother, they would've met again for a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks by now, celebrating thwarting Ranrok's plan, she thought.

That made Amit mutter something that they were sure was him wanting to improve on his Gobbledegook. "Well, Lodgok was one of the nice ones," The Ravenclaw glanced at her.

The mention of Lodgok made Norah think about something she thought of doing now that she was back. Once class was dismissed, Norah cleared out her cauldron and left the room, focused on what she was thinking. It took her a week or so to finally learn how to apparate, with some help from Professor Weasley and practice from Poppy and Natty. In a flash, she was at a mausoleum at the Hogsmeade graveyard.

Professor Fig's grave was next to his late wife's, and next to his late wife's was the grave of the goblin Lodgok. Norah had gotten some flowers nearby, carefully placing some on each grave stone. She immediately wiped the tears that quietly fell down her cheeks as she stood back up. Each time she wiped her cheeks, more tears came out, as if her grief had only caught up to her now, the sadness finally sinking in.

"I'm pretty sure the three of them would've been proud of you, for finally putting an end to Ranrok and for discovering what they worked for."

Norah didn't want to look over at the Three Broomsticks barkeep herself, Sirona Ryan, standing a few paces behind her. Her eyes were likely so puffy already. Sirona knew the goings on in Hogsmeade and was perhaps one of the most-liked shopkeepers in all of the village.

"You think so?" Norah sniffled and wiped her face with the tea towel Sirona handed her.

"At least I know Lodgok would and Professor Fig too."

With a wave of her wand, Norah made sure to clean the tea towel she used before handing it back to Sirona. "I hope so."

Sirona patted her shoulder. "You're in need of butterbeer, dear. Come, we'll raise a pint to them," She offered. "And if it's any further consolation, several people would want to be there for you right now."

When they entered the Three Broomsticks, Norah was met with the faces of her friends, all of whom seemed relieved. Yet, even with their concern, they each had pints of butterbeer in their hands. Much like her, they were already dressed quite casually, with Amit being especially excited. "We figured you'd be back there again," Sebastian got up from the stool and approached her.

"What do you mean?" Norah raised a brow at him.

"Whenever you suddenly leave without saying anything, we know it's you going back to the mausoleum to visit Professor Fig and his wife, and Lodgok," Sebastian pointed out, handing her a pint of the drink Sirona just poured out.

"This has apparently been a habit of yours, hmm?" Sirona said with a knowing smile. "I've been hearing Timothy Teasdale call you all sorts of nicknames. At first I thought you were just hanging about again, possibly shopping for more fertilizer from him. Apparently, he's seen you go into the graveyard and the mausoleum twice, three times a month."

"The Troll-Slayer," Natty chimed in.

"The Absconder Assassin," as did Poppy.

"The Hogwarts Heroine," same went for Amit.

"The Mongrel Murderer," Ominis piped up with a grin.

"The Dugbog Dropper," Sebastian added.

"The Bane of the Poachers' Existence" Natty said again, making them laugh.

"I must ask who calls me those last three names," Norah's brows furrowed at the absurdity of the names. Yet, it did bring some levity to how she was feeling. All of them laughed.

"Well then, shall we raise a glass?" Natty steered the topic back, raising her own pint of butterbeer. "To Lodgok, to Professor Fig, and to his wife, Miriam," she said. "But also, to Norah."

"To Norah!" The rest of them cheered as they clinked their drinks before taking a sip.

Norah sipped the warm drink, already feeling a lot better. Yet, the last moments of her and Professor Fig kept playing in her mind. The last moments of her and Lodgok in that mine. She made her choice, and she hoped she could stand by it until she couldn't. It was becoming more clear that it would be insulting to their memories if she continued with the choice she made at the caverns. Norah could only hope it wasn't too late.

If only she could access the caverns again. But how would she do it? Only the keepers seemed to know how to do it. Now, she would practically be considered one herself.

"Norah?" Sebastian's voice suddenly snapped her out of her thoughts. "You okay?"

She glanced at their expectant faces. "Hmm? Sorry, I was thinking about heading to our first astronomy table outside Hogwarts," She tried to explain.

The rest of them exchanged looks. "You were staring so intently at your butterbeer," Natty pointed out. "We've all agreed, Amit, we're going to the tables in the Forbidden Forest."

"In that case, I'd like to remind all of you to be careful. There are still people and creatures there that don't take kindly to witches and wizards. Even ones that did some good," Sirona eyed each of them.

After another round of butterbeer, they sought to walk back, but not before they stopped by 's for extra stocks on certain potions. After Norah told them what to arm themselves with, they sought to do just that. While they each had an idea of what she had been up to whenever they weren't with her, Norah filled the blank spaces of the stories they knew. At least most of the blank spaces.

Unsurprisingly, Amit offered to write those escapades in a book.

"I will say it was a good idea to have this incredibly miniscule satchel," Amit was referring to what looked like clutch purses on each of them. The purses were enchanted to hold anything and everything no matter the size. "I love being a wizard. If we were muggles, we'd be bringing a lot."

"Yeah, I was wondering how many Chinese chomping cabbages I could fit in here," Poppy looked inside hers.

When they finally stopped in front of the entrance of the forest, they exchanged looks. "So the search begins," Sebastian said, while Norah cast lumos with her wand to lead the way. "The first table should be nearby."

"I'm not too keen on climbing up those rocks," Ominis frowned.

"You'll be fine. We'll lift you up if we need to," Natty assured him.

The six of them walked down the dark path, with Norah's and Sebastian's wands the only ones illuminated so as not to draw too much attention to themselves. They didn't have much time until they had to return for curfew. They trekked up the small hill, with Norah standing by Ominis in case his wand didn't pick up the land they were treading on.

"Can you hear that? I hear a low humming, it's coming from that stream over there," Ominis said, his head tilting toward the direction he heard it from.

"Just a dugbog, Ominis, it's alright," Norah assured him. "It's not going to get us from up here. Amit, you might as well get on with it."

"Gladly," the Ravenclaw clambered up to where the table was and set up his telescope. "Wow!"

The rest of them set up a little blanket to sit down on, with Norah bringing in a few sandwiches and snacks from the kitchens for them to eat while they waited for Amit to finish stargazing. From all of them, only Amit took NEWT-level Astronomy.

"So, my mother is excited for the Yule Ball," Natty glanced at the girls. "She wants to take me shopping for a nice dress. Do you two have something to wear?"

Poppy hummed. "Not yet, but my gran was excited when I told her."

Norah shook her head. "I guess I'll figure it out, won't I? Maybe look through what I have. It's all in the room."

"Did anyone ask you yet?" Natty looked especially excited upon asking. "I know two boys who have been arguing in our common room to see who gets to ask you first."

"Please tell me they're doing that as a joke," Norah said.

The Gryffindor girl laughed. "Norah, lighten up. Amit's not the only one among us who's getting a date to the ball. What about the two of you?" She turned to Sebastian and Ominis.

"Well we'll see, won't we?" Sebastian quipped, taking a big bite into the sandwich he had.

"Adelaide Oakes and Nellie Oggspire are waiting," Norah teased, remembering the fleeting comments the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor girls made when they talked to her. The two Slytherin boys shrugged it off. Natty and Poppy laughed.

Norah smiled to herself as she ate the rest of her sandwich, glancing at Amit, who was frantically trying to fill out his star chart - a new one after filling up his other chart. No doubt that Sebastian and Ominis would have girls fawning over them by now. She was also sure that Natty and Poppy each had admirers of their own.

Her mind drifted back to what she planned on doing in the map chamber. It needed to be a priority, at least for her. A chance to make things right. She wouldn't have time to think about boys and who might be interested in her and who she might be interested in, not that there were many. But a glance at Sebastian and Ominis seemed to make a convincing argument that yes, she did have time.

"So, Norah, between Garreth or Leander, who would you want to ask you to the Yule Ball?" Natty pressed, almost making the Slytherin girl spit out her sandwich, cheeks tinged pink.

"Why did I know it was the two of them?" She muttered, wiping her mouth with a napkin. Natty and Poppy laughed, while Sebastian let out a snort. "I don't know. They seem like nice boys, though."

"If I recall correctly, Weasley made you go to Honeydukes for him and you bested Prewett in Summoner's Court and in Crossed Wands," Sebastian pointed out. "And Prewett still thinks of asking you to the Yule Ball?"

"And what about it?" Natty raised a brow at him. "Leander's a nice boy, he's just a sore loser at times."

Norah smiled. "Maybe I'd consider it. He showed me around the greenhouses too during my first Herbology class."

"You would consider going with Prewett or Weasley?" Ominis suddenly asked.

"It's not like-" Norah wanted to say something, but she bit her lip. "Never mind. I don't think what happened to me in those caverns made me any prettier or something. I wouldn't be surprised if I scared boys away."

"We're still here, aren't we?" Sebastian said. "Even Amit."

"No one would be surprised if the two of you were friends with me one bit, though," Norah side-eyed him, and he nodded knowingly. "Besides, you like to live your life on the edge," She teased. "Not sure about Ominis."

"My last name already gives off danger," the blonde boy retorted.

"That is true too," The three girls nodded.

Amit cleared his throat. "Alright, I'm unfortunately done. The sky is so beautiful tonight," He sighed, helping himself to the last remaining sandwich. "The stars are out there, as clear as ever."

"It's quiet too..." Norah muttered, looking up. "If I could just stop time for a moment, just not think about what lies ahead of me, that would be really nice..."

She felt her eyes suddenly feel a little prickly, tears threatening to come out. Not now, she thought. No one must see her like this, she kept thinking to herself. "We should probably go back to the castle now, before the prefects go on their rounds again and we'll get caught," Ominis suddenly suggested, making her glance at his direction. They knew this was to remind Sebastian not to get himself in detention so early in the year.

"The next table we can find is further into the forest, Amit," Poppy reminded the Ravenclaw male.

"It's okay, I'm not completely terrified now that I'm certain we all go there together," He said, with renewed confidence as they gathered their things and one by one, made their way down.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fluff #hogwarts legacy angst #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #leander prewett #garreth weasley #andrew larson #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes

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swoopswrites · 8 months ago

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hehe tagged by @diamondmeadow so here have some info abt me

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

uhhh need for comfort + desire to be an author in my old age so I started practicing by writing the silly little stories i wanted to read when i needed a pick me up

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

two? i think?

🍈 How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

i started at 17....? and i'm 21 now so uhhh you do the maths xx

🍎 Do you read or write more fanfiction?

read more for sure !!!! whenever i undergo a big life change or experience something stressful (which has been relentless this past year between moving countries twice and dealing w some insanely traumatising stuff) I hope on ao3 for some comfort

🍌 What is one way you've improved as a writer?

plot?? like i feel like i can actually tell a story with a proper 'beginning, middle and end' now, and write developed characters outside of the main pairing

🍑 Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

the minute i hit a hard scene i give up lol

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

crime of varying types (scared i'm on some sort of list at this point tbh)

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

all of them!!! but for sure once that are either 'i had a bad day and this made me feel better' bc AWWW??? and also ones that engage with the story!! seeing people's theories and reactions is so lovely

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

uhhh idk england and identity issues? i guess? crops up a lot in my work (write what you know huh)

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

probs anything that isn't a muggle au like i feel safest just writing a silly little story and putting my silly little characters into it. the minute i attempt magic and canon compliance i go awry

🍏What is the easiest type?

the ones i want to write!!! like writing just what i want instead of worrying about what people might want to read

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

my little desk, wherever that may be

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/ intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

probably something with a proper plot and magic? like an auror crime solving au or something like that

🍇What made you choose your username?

its a variation of a nickname given me at school

open tag! i wanna hear all abt u

#swoops confessional

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citrus-blade · 1 year ago

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20 questions for Writers thing

I got tagged by the wonderful @mistythedritten! thank you!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

Sixteen! I added like 7 due to the Citrus Dreamnoblade Week lol

2. What is your word count?

250.818! honestly more than I thught lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Dream SMP! :] (I used to write for Good Omens on another account a bit ago but have abandoned this lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics? (stats)

I'll go by Kudos! :] Infinitesimal, Home, Treasure, Hiraeth - Part 1 and Chains! :]

5. Do you always respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes when I don't know what to comment and it would just be a 'thank you', that i already wrote 3 times to a different person I won't. usually I try to always bring something unique to a comment to show how much I appreciate them!

However, when someone comments on a fanfiction that has long been finished I usually don't reply cause I'm not sure if that would be seen as weird or not. I'm really insecure when it comes to replying comments cause I don't wanna be annoying

6. Angstiest ending for a fic?

Oof... i think it's Home (but it's more on the bittersweet one) or Time. But if you put them next to each other it's deffo Time. Hubert is also kinda angsty but the story is kinda fast paced that it doesn't feel angsty lol

7. First Fic with a Happy Ending?

Golden! My first ever DNB fic and therefore also the first one with a happy ending! :]

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah! That's why I have to agree to comments for them to be public on my fanfictions! It's always anon and usually just people calling me names and slurs, trying to tell me what a horrible person I am lol

Can't really take this serious tbh

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! I really enjoy reading smut and also like writing it! I'm not good in it and I'm always frustrating a bit but I still enjoy it!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Ehhh, not really? But also yes...? I wrote a pokemon crossover, but I don't think that doesn't really count cause it's more an AU and none of the main characters of the anime/games appear except for Team Rocket. I think. I don't remember which villains I took, there are a lot.

I usually don't write crossovers because I'm unsure how good I can represent the other show. I'd love to write a Star Wars one or a Hogwarts one, but I am NOT into those movies and am too scared to write something that doesn't make sense. So usually I try to take apsects of those universes and try to turn it into my own kinda thing.

For example my Dragon Rider-AU that I am working on was supposed to be a Hogwarts AU with magic, but it kinda turned into it's own thing with focus on Dragons but still with magic! :D

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so? If anyone ever sees any of my fanfictions somewhere that's not AO3 please tell me! But as far as I'm aware none was stolen! :]

12. Ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I think Infinitesimal was started to translate in two languages, but I'm not sure if that's still happening. I know some chapters were uploaded? And apparently someone wanted to translate Apocylapse into russian!

13. Ever co-written?

Nope! Don't really know how that works tbh lol

14. Favorite ship?

Dreamnoblade and DNF!

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

OOF. I have sworn to myself to always finish what I start to write so not sure. Some ideas probably will never happen, but usually when I start writing something I will finish it sooner or later, specially when I started posting it somewhere

16. Writing strenghts?

No clue, I don't know if I have a specific strength. Sometimes I like something I write and then I read it and hate it lol

17. Writing weaknesses?

FIGHT SCENES MY ABSOLUTE ENEMY!!!

18. Thoughts on dialog in another language in a fic?

I write in english but think about including german sometimes lol When Attack on titan can do it in their openings I can do it in my fanfiction! Usually I like it as long as the translation is given atp in the fanfiction! :D

19. First fandom you have written for?

OOF. Eeeehm. I think Good Omens. I orphaned all my stuff there though lol

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Infinitesimal and Home :] (I also like that pokemon one lol)

And that's it! That was fun! :]

I'm too insecure to tag someone so whoever wanna do this, do it! :]

#citrus talks #I love doing stuff like that #it's funny and you get to think a lot about your own writing

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skyshipper · 2 years ago

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15 questions 15 mutuals

Tagged by @shirks-all-responsibilities 🥰

1. are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Oh god, probably a few days ago. I cry easily, either from being happy or sad, or just because I watched something that made me all emotional. I’m a total weeper!

3. do you have kids?

Nope. We thought we wanted kids and kept putting it off. Then tried when we were older and it never happened for us. And to be honest, I’m so, SO glad we don’t have kids. We’re both really, really happy being child free!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really. I appreciate it when well-utilized though.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Kindness. Rudeness and/or arrogance is such a fucking turn off.

6. what’s your eye colour?

Blue.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all the way!! I have enough shit to deal with in life, why would I want to be scared in my free time? Tbh, I dislike scary stuff, mostly because the plot is usually ridiculous and unrealistic. If it’s well done then maybe.

8. any special talents?

I don’t think I have any special talents. I’m quite boring.

9. where were you born?

Wisconsin. My whole family still lives there but I moved to Maine almost 15 years ago. I’m forever in search of a realistic way to move abroad. I dream every day of living in Scotland. The dream!!

10: what are your hobbies?

Gif making, of course! I also love cooking, hiking with my dog, and messing around with pottery, photography and life drawing.

11. have you any pets?

My first dog, Walter!!! He’s just over a year and a half. He’s so much work (way more work than I anticipated) but I love him so much. He’s an Llewellin Setter and I totally underestimated how hard a sporting breed dog would be. Plus he’s my first dog EVER. I never grew up with pets and was afraid of dogs as a kid. He needs a high amount of exercise in order to be chill, which on one hand is great because it makes me exercise, but also.....I’m so fucking tired. Like, all the time. And we walk/get outside in ALL the weather......rain, snow, super cold.....we’re out there. It’s made me appreciate the seasons and nature way more though!

12: what sports do you play/have you played?

Zero. I hate sports. I actually hate competition because I’m always way too concerned someone’s feelings might get hurt. I’m such a weirdo. I was a quiet, studious kid who liked art. I’m still like that now.....haha.

13: how tall are you?

5′3″

14. favourite subject in school?

Art & History

15. dream job?

Full-time working artist! If I could find a way (i’m trying for real) to make a full-time living just making art in my studio everyday I would be SO FUCKING HAPPY.

Totally no pressure tags if anyone wants to do this: @teamnick, @the-blind-assassin-12, @something-tofightfor, @sirtadcooper, @300mirrors, @phantomviola, @userdjarin, @trashcora, @user-kestis

#about me

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halteinfachmaldeinefresse · 2 years ago

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tagged by @underxstars thank you!

Share your wallpaper (phone):

(i change that shit once a year, so this is still louis tomlinson related)

Last song you listend to: wenn man das drei ??? Intro mit rechnen kann, dann das. Sonst - Let's Roll - Freeman Camper playlist

Current read: tbh i have at least 3 books started but the main one is- Priory of the orange tree.

Last movie: bro I really don't know

Craving: lots of food & no work, I wanna go home and cry

What are you wearing right now: work clothes: blue sweatpants & white t shirt. Beside that, black ripped jeans, a really comfortable grafic t shirt and my jeans jacket,

How tall are you: 1.70m ?

Piercings: septum & right ear conch (and the basic ear holes) I want to pirce the shit out of my skin tho, once the last is fully healed

Tattoo: none sadly. but one day when I'm not scared of tattoo studios and have a plan of what I wanna get. (but I wanna do a stick & poke on my own, so we see how that works.

Glasses? Contacts? : yes but I forgot to put them on today

Last drink: water, I love water

Last show: Polizeiruf 110 - Staffel 22 bc Moritz Brenner !

Last thing you ate: Cookies🍪

Favourite colour: alle? irgendwo zwischen Seegrün und Meerblau

Current obsession: don't ask that, die drei ??? und Tatort?

Unrelated obsession: Feminismus/ Patrichale Strukturen, mushrooms & words/ literatur

Any pets: a cat, who i was really scared of but now i adore them

Do you have a crush on anyone: no, i have no idea what love is bro that shit is complicated

Favourite fictional character: oh god I like them all and get so invested in them that I will not choose. but the current one, who kind of helps regulate my emotions is probably skinny norris?

Last place you traveld: i dont really travel so probably my grandma or smt

im tagging @maxwellshimbo & everybody who sees this!🥰

#tag game

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jentlemahae · 2 years ago

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do you have any advice for self discipline? idk if you struggle with procrastination as well sometimes but you seem to be on top of your studies (i think in some of your tags you once mentioned that you finished all your assignments very early) i have very important exams coming up (if i fail them i'll have to repeat a whole year of school) and even though i know how important it is for me to study i just can't bring myself to even start.. i'm just paralyzed with fear bc i've already wasted so much time and it's impossible to catch up/revise everything now bc i'm running out of time. i think the sheer amount of material i have to study scares me off even more but the longer i wait the worse it gets obviously. i just hate that even though i am very aware of all this i just can't stop self sabotaging i hate myself so much 😭 another problem is that i'm such a perfectionist so if i know i can't do it perfectly i don't even bother but at this point i just need to pass bc i definitely don't want to repeat a year.. sorry this got so long and i know ultimately i just need to sit my ass down and study bc i'm the only one to blame (i had plenty of time to study these past weeks but i just rotted in my room 🙃) but you always are so sweet and insightful so i thought maybe you could give me some helpful advice? hope you have a nice day 💌

hiii! 🫶🏻 so i’ll preface this by saying that i’ve just always been used to having to do well in my studies so atp idek if it’s self discipline or more just a habit ? 🥲 but i also struggle with the same things sometimes bcs there are times where i put off studying certain things bcs im scared of failing TT so these are thing that imo help me!!

i always recommend ppl to repeat the stuff that u have to study/memorize out loud to someone bcs i think that helps u retain information, but i think that doing so by setting certain days to do so also helps in giving some organization! for instance i always repeat whatever im studying out loud to my mom (via zoom lol) and we do so by deciding to see each other on a certain day and on that day i have to repeat out loud to her a certain amount of chapters while she looks at my notes to check that im making sense. and we usually meet 2-3 times for that before my exam so first time i have to say half of the content, second time the other half, and third time i go through everything. does this make sense? and u can do it with whoever u want (parent, grandparent, friend, etc)! (tho tbh studying with a friend has never worked for me :p)

advice 2 sounds a bit odd and ik it doesn’t work for most but to me it works 🫠 when im in similar situations where i have So Much to study, first i read through all my notes* and then i take out a piece of paper and i write by hand** everything i remember. this way i see the main topics in the material and i go back to my notes and add some more important details to what ive written. this works especially well with courses where u just wanna pass and u don’t really care about the grade bcs this way u have a decent grasp on the main body of the course content! (**important to do this by hand bcs handwriting makes u retain info easier + *i always write summaries of the course content and the course progresses bcs then i know i’ll have my work cut out for me for the exam)

when u sit down to sit, put stuff that distracts u far away from where u are !! i kinda get distracted by listening to music lmao so when i study i make sure to put my headphones away from desk (lol), and then i hide my phone from my eyesight so then i can work for like an hour straight with no distractions 🤷🏻‍♀️

this is what comes to mind at the moment! anw best of luck for the exam !!! i know exams can be daunting when u are a perfectionist (😵‍💫) so i am rooting for u !!!!! 🥰💖🫂 as we say in italian, in bocca al lupo :)

#🫶🏻💗#sophie ask #anonymous

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greyedian · 6 days ago

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maybe this is a hot take™ so I'm too scared to put it into any of the tags, but I just read Camille's lore and tbh I think she should've been the main villain in season 2 of arcane

#or at least like... been in it lmao #regular disclaimer that I'm pretty new to league lore so if I'm spouting bullshit pls tell me #and I literally just read it so maybe I'm missing some additional context #but from what I've seen I think it would've worked better than whatever the fuck season 2 was doing idk!!!!#i dont have the energy to properly explain my reasoning rn sry #but i recommend checking out her bio and short stories they are surprisingly good in my opinion #I am once again reading league lore and sitting over here like: HUH that's actually pretty neat #never in a million years would I have expected to ever think that but here we are!!! this is what that show has done to me #but yea idk as always this is just my opinion #im not rewriting the season but I have an alternative version of it floating around in my brain and I'm definitely putting her in there #i like her :) she scares me

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elaichoi · 1 year ago

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the v v v first time i saw ur acct was when u had the yeonjun prive alliance layout ^3^ those reincarnation aus made me saur emo T^T

i luv that for u agghh<3 not that there's anything wrong w it,but i find it most satisfying when ppl get into kpop from kpop-genre songs rather than western-sounding kpop songs lol my first kpop artists were b2st (highlight) and t-ara hehe

mhm yea mayybbe! i know 100% why i don't post them and its cos i used to be consistent w posting on both kpop & personal socmed accts but mental health happens and i kinda stopped bc numbers make me want 2 cry lmfao

except im slightly less mentally ill since that time now and yk i actually genuinely do rlly want to start all my socmed accts up again but im putting it off bc im a bit of a perfectionist and so im lazy to be doing all dat... all of nothin :D don't call the orderly i'm fine ^_^ /lh

2019-21? ah probably not then i'm pretty sure i was in and out of the school roster (pls tell me if i am oversharing/trauma dumping/crossing any boundaries bc i genuinely do not know i no longer have any social skills T_T /gen /srs)

hm i'm not sure tbh i only followed the one 😭😭 i haven't been on wattpad in a long ass time and i remember i tried seeing what wattpad was like nowadays and was v disappointed w the ads and paid stuff (i think i don't remember). booooo 👎👎

omg wait that's so cool aaaaah!!! i changed my user a lot so i honestly could not tell u bc i have goldfish memory ;__; i do remember i had a user like taempons(_) i think it had an underscore idk don't remember but i changed it (kinda wish i saved it ngl) and oh one i do remember was peachyjihoons (my wannaone phase lmao) but yeah im pretty sure my most recent user was some based on some tumblr shit like svnshine or something idfk 💀💀

u are already a talented writer save some for the rest of us 👺 /j if u could also draw u would be too powerful 👁️👄👁️

omg THAT WAS MY FIRST LAYOUT TOO!! this account isn't that old tbh i still haven't gotten the feel of writing smuts as of yet that's why i havent been much active on it BUT WAIT REINCARNATION AU?!? from my main???

DUDE I LOVE B2ST!!!! and t-ara!!!!!!!! i really got into kpop slowly because i fell for kdrama at first (found replay in one of the kdrama edit lmao) so like my music journey has been very, very kpop ish. i think the global influence in most of kpop songs started to become mroe prominent during 2018?

bro i get you like the fear of starting the stuff you love because you feel like you won't be able to give it all and starting it and feeling it like you're gonna disappoint yourself. i hadn't started anything since like 2017 until recently because i was scared i was gonna stumble, or it won't be good ( well mostly that) or i won't be able to finish that. me and my bff still has this one project we started around like 2018 lmao we both still haven't finished it or picked it up bc we developed the idea sm and got so close to it that we fear writing it now.

not OVERSHARINH I WANNA KNOW!!! NO but like FR wattpad went through the biggest glow down IVE EVer seen like. it's legit LEGIT inhabitable. like at first you take away the newsfeed?!? like how am i gonna pine over other accounts now?!? and then everything became paid and shit like wtf is that?!

omg i wonder if I ever saw you on my explore page or tags bro fr this is so interesting my ig handle has always been one tbh it's @celestialsoo ( my intense love affair with kyungsoo era) like since the dawn of the day.

YOU LIE!!!!! i wish i could fr draw tho i want to draw my muses :///

#love mails from my beloved anon!

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fainthedcherry · 4 months ago

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3 hrs spent total for sketching - and skipping my pizza time for this xD

I'm VERY happy to say, that I had a lot of fun trying to come up with some alt-designs!!!

I got the idea to draw these doodles from a blog I really like, from @shoechoe !! (sorry if you hate tags, just wanted to credit back to you and also reblog the source of inspo!!!)

I've never drawn Doppio NOR Diavolo ever before, plus I mainly draw anthros in my free time, so I put some extra effort into these in trying to make these look appealing despite my obvious time-crunch LOL!

Since unfortunately I have to go to work in order to feed myself LOL, that means I couldn't of spend the rest of my midnight on this, so this looks REALLY rough and ofc some anatomy-mistakes were ignored, but yeah! For 3 hrs, I'm p OK w/ the results!!! :o;

RAMBLE SECTION ABT ART/DESIGN PROCESS BELOW;

Hope any fans out there enjoy my weird ideas I had design-wise. xD

Diavolo was giving very oldhead punk - maybe even the gatekeepy types KLFGSDLKGDS, but I also thought about "OOH he'd probably LOVE glam-punk. Somewhere around his era too w/ 80s-90s dude probably musta LOVED David Bowie!!" So I've drawn one with glam-punk influences, the other just freely off the top of my head, on what I consider something more punk-ish xD

Oh, also I sliiightly dulled the colours,, just sliightly. If the colours look off in some way, blame my program, that prevents me from getting migraines due to bluelight. I have a filter, that sets my screen to a certain % of orange, so if colours look colder than they're supposed to...It was bc of that. xD It's 3AM here in Germany, as I write this!! :>

That was my main thought-process,,, then last second I thought "omg I also need to throw Doppio in here bc I love him too who WOULDN'T" - soO here we have emo-Doppio!! or...Emoppio I guess. xD You think his band-kid energy would've been SO off the charts, that Abbacchio could've gotten to him first instead of the other way around? ;T /hj

Honestly tho...I think bandkid Doppio and Risotto could've gotten along better than what we got. xD I can dream I guess. 😌

(JIC that joke about Korn is very specific, I know that Korn is more nu-metal and stuff pls don't behead me fellow Korn fans for a joke, Diavolo fans pls don't behead me for making a joke about KC's genera intelligence to know what music-genres are, my acoustic arse wants to make sure, to clarify it in case someone might think I wrote that down in a serious manner, I am just a court-jester throwinf tomatoes at the king basically CKSKDJ)

IMA KEEP THIS SHORT BC I GOTTA SLEEP OBV. LATE SHIFT WILL ABSOLUTELY BODY ME IN TERMS OF CONTRACTS I GOTTA WORK ON LATELY.

I'll do my best to try and catch every Dia and Doppi tag sdfjksklg, I am notoriously AWFUL at tagging my posts no matter on what platform xD

I hope I'm fine to use a fanart tag tbh I'm kinda scared bc I never draw fanart as most of my friends know,, ovo;: I am SO new to drawing fanart man. xD

I hope to Abbacchio-post some day too,, I thought of a funny comic but it's gonna take a GOOD while to draw ofc ><

i can never get over diavolo being canonically punk

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milchig-de · 3 years ago

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Venting

Alternative title: Tangled up

Pairing: Gunther B. Gunnerson x Reader

Warnings: Guns, Cursing

Summary: You vent, but end up finding yourself in quite a tangled mess. (Takes place before the events of In Space With Markiplier, you're not the captain)

Notes: They didn't wanna give me a gif of Gunther alone so take this. Also I'm down bad and there's no fics so i made it myself

You grumbled to yourself as you crawled through the maintenance vents. Just because you were Burt's assistant didn't mean you had to take every task Burt was too busy to do. Also, this wasn't exactly a mechanics problem and more of a Mark-made-a-mess-problem. At least, that's the conclusion you reached upon looking at the source of all your problems: some weird, entangled mess of wires.

Like seriously, why didn't he just clean this up? It would've even been cheaper to cut parts of the wires off and maybe reuse them than to leave them miles long. Additionally, this was the worst place to have the wires go through. Okay, maybe not the worst possible place, but certainly not a great one. After all, you only had space to kneel and couldn't even lift your head properly. But there's no use complaining about it.

You clenched your teeth, hoping to dispell a bit of your anger. It's no use trying to solve a mess without being able to properly percieve it. So you looked at the mess of wires once again, pushing away any plans of mischief to inflict upon Mark.

Slowly, you started to see places where the wires could be lead through to get it out of the entanglement piece by piece. Rubbing your hands, you got to work. It was quite toublesome, having to maneuver your way around and through the wires, even having to slip through them yourself. Like you didn't have enough trouble with it.

You were making slow but steady progress when you suddenly heard loud footsteps beneath you. You listened closely, expecting it to be Burt, needing something you maybe accidentally took out with you. The steps stopped. You couldn't quite hear what happened next, until the person slammed their hands against something and shouted. 'Goddammit, no asteroids hitting the ship at all! Stupid space, all rocks yet nothing to shoot! Guess I'll have to find something else to shoot...' Silence followed.

This clearly wasn't Burt, and considering the situation, there really wasn't a lot you could to alleviate the person's problems - and it's not like you didn't have bigger problems yourself. For example the mess of wires still staring at you angrily. A soft sigh escaped you and you quickly got back to work.

While leaning forward, a loud squeaking noise erupted from the bottom of the vents. It was presumably only because you shifted your weight around, but you couldn't help but wonder whether the vent was actually going to hold your weight. After all, the wire-y mess alone told you all you needed to know. The ship wasn't exactly made with the best design choices in mind, not even touching on the fact there were glass windows installed. On a ship going to space.

Regardless of the reason for the squeaking, it seemed like you weren't the only one who had heard the noise.

'Aha! Seems like there's someone pitter-pattering around in the vents... Or perhaps it's not someone but rather something...'

Before you could yell a reply through the vent floor, a loud shot was heard before a loud clinging of metal on metal and intense vibrations reverberated through the vent. Then it happened twice more. You seriously thought you might go deaf with all the noise.

What you failed to hear is one of the vital screws that was holding the vent together being catapulted out of its position and hitting the vent roof with another clinging sound. Though you certainly did notice the dooming screeching of the vent falling apart.

You made a move to shuffle backwards, but instead you accidentally pushed your foot further into the mess of wires. The vent certainly didn't feel like holding out long enough to let you figure out a way to entangle yourself from the wires and collapsed instead, the wires, including you, falling out of it.

Luckily, the precarious entanglement you had found yourself in had saved you from hitting your head on any sharp corners and having too hard of a fall. Unluckily, it also meant being suspended in the air - face to face with the person, the only person who would cause a mess in such a stupid way: Gunther. Famous for his gun obsession (embedded in his name), he managed to cause your demise with his unrelenting desire to shoot anything that makes a noise.

Still, it could've been worse.

A smirk covered Gunther's face and he took his cigarette out of his mouth in a dramatic manner. Inwardly, you couldn't help but swoon; as much as you hated him in the moment, he was still handsome as fuck.

'My, my, what have I shot myself here? That's quite a mess you're in, Darling. But don'tcha worry, I'll get you outta there.'

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes and instead wiggled in the wires in an attempt to break free. As promised, Gunther helped by pulling on the wires to make the loops wider and helping you adjust your position so you wouldn't actually fall down. To be perfectly honest, you were blushing a bit at the proximity with him. He was being so careful with helping you, his hands gripping you firmly, yet ever so softly. It always made you wonder how someone so obsessed with violence could still handle things so delicately as if they were to break at any moment.

Finally, it was only your leg left hanging. You were holding onto some wires, so you wouldn't dangle on the ground. However, if you were to let go now to untangle your leg, you would surely fall, swing around and hit the walls or screens. Once again, Gunther came to the rescue, noticing your struggle. He couldn't reach his hands around you, with you being too far up, but he put them on your back, pushing you up.

'Don't worry darlin' I'll catch ya when ya fall for me.'

Even though you couldn't actually see him, you were sure he tilted his head a bit to simulate a wink.

Ignoring that, while of course still being thankful for the support, you leaned forward and swiftly pulled the loops of your leg, Gunther's hands steadying you.

As suspected, you fell. The wires didn't support you anymore so there was nothing stopping the meeting between you and the floor. At least until Gunther subjected. He was quick to adjust his hands to wrap around you and to pull you close to his body, so you ended up in a bridal style position.

The smell of gunpowder surrounded you. Looking up to his face, you recognized the smug look. It was telling you that he would make another dumb flirtatious remark, but you interjected before he could.

'Thanks for the help, but I wouldn't have needed it if you hadn't shot the fucking vent.'

His expression turned a little sour and he let you down. He sighed and took the cigarette out of his mouth once more.

'Listen, ya gotta do what you gotta do when you need to shoot something. And besides,' he gestured to the vent, 'there's no way i could've known you were in there. Could've been anything if ya ask me.'

Taking on a defeated stance, you gave in. You were weak for him and admittedly also at fault for snapping at him even though he had helped you get out of this mess.

'It's whatever. I still have to somehow fix this mess though, so I'll be in the vents again. Please, in the future just. Don't shoot anything on the ship that doesn't require shooting.'

'Whatever you say, darlin' '

Turning around, you left the room. Yet you couldn't fully will yourself to go back to the vents yet. Frankly, you wanted to spend some more time with him, alone. So far, whenever you had tried anything to talk to him, maybe ask him out on a date, there had always been people around, making you too uncomfortable to make a move. And as stupid as his flirting was, you had to admit you enjoyed it quite a lot, though because of the people you were afraid to reciprocate it. So you opted to acting annoyed. But with the new captain arriving soon, you assume that the journey will only get busier and most certainly not date-appropriate.

But now he was alone in the ADS room, with clearly nothing to do. Then again you do have to fix the wires quickly, as Burt requested your help after you were done with them. Still, you were determined to at least do something.

So you turned around, opening the door and walking back in. Gunther turned his head to glance at you.

'Ya missed me that much, darlin'?'

Instead of simply ignoring his remarks, like you usually did, you went in fully this time.

'Yes, I did miss you that much. In fact, I missed you so much, that I think we should go out when we arrive at the colony, or when we've got some time to spare.'

At this point he had fully turned around, supporting himself with his hands on the table behing him. He stared at you for a bit before he caught himself. He cleared his throat and removed his goggles from his eyes, trying to respond in his usual smoothness.

'Of course darlin', for you I'm free anytime, for any activity.'

He winked at you.

'Very well. Then I'm sure you won't mind if I do this'

You walked up to him, gently grabbing his face. His eyes went wide. Turning his head, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Letting go, you confidently strided to the door, letting out a last 'See you soon!' before you left. After the door closed behind you, you basically crumbled, all the confidence abruptly leaving your body. On shaky legs, you made your way back to the entrance of the vents.

Gunther wasn't in a much better condition: He was still standing where you had left him, mouth slightly agape and a hand slowly rising to feel the place where you had kissed him. Your lips felt so incredibly soft, he couldn't wait to feel it with his own lips.

A blush rose to his cheeks, embarrassed to be thinking such cheesy things. Shaking himself to collect his thoughts, he started heading to the cafeteria to get some much needed coffee. He popped his goggles back on. Maybe they even had something to celebrate that you had finally asked him out - he'd been flirting with you for a while now, though he had been unsure of your feelings towards him. A newly gained confidence accompanied his steps.

#iswm x reader #gunter b gunnerson x reader #gunther b gunnersson x reader #iswm imagine #iswm gunther #scared to put this in any main tag tbh #guns #curse words

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scrambled-eggsed · 3 years ago

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We've only seen Raine's character for two episodes but many people are already drawing their present-day self as younger with softer features and more slender than they are, which are all well known stereotypes of non-binary people. But I don't think y'all are ready for that conversation

#im genuinely scared to put this in the main tags but it really pissed me off #theyre MIDDLE AGED. they have white in their hair. they have a neat hairline and tbh they're also not as thin and slender as some of yall #draw them #raine whispers #but im not gonna tag this any more specifically than that bc im genuinely scared

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 3 years ago

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You…

changbin x fem reader

Trigger warnings: n/a

Content warnings: names (pumpkin, good girl, pretty, baby, sweetheart, tiny baby, nasty baby), oral (f receiving), manhandling if you squint, dirty talk, biting, changbin has a size kink, unprotected sex ends in reader being a glazed donut (wrap it up guys come on now we’ve been over this), reader is a virgin, this is just really soft tbh. the end made me cry a little :’)

Summary: it’s been a week since your big brother’s best friend took you home from the club and he’s just popped in for a visit. when chan isn’t in.

Word count: 4958

A/N: sooooo i’m finally getting this to y’all 🥴 i hope you like it, i’m not thrilled with how it starts but whatever. anyways i have an idea of what i wanna do for the next part but ugh i’ve got a backlog of writing to do for you guys. seven more weeks, guys, and then i’m free to write as much as i want/can. anyways, as always, consider giving me a follow here or on my main. hard thoughts welcome! also check out my ko-fi, i’m taking commissions!

Tags: @hyuckilstan @yeosanghwas @jasirii @sxnshineskzx

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It had been a week since the incident at the bar and Changbin had been texting you nonstop. Not that you wanted him to stop. He’d initially texted you to check you were okay since he was sure Chan was going to scold you for going to the shitty part of town (he assumed correctly). But then he didn’t stop, messaging you throughout the day about mundane things. Neither of you had addressed the kiss and it almost seemed like it had never happened. Almost.

Neither of you had mentioned it but you sure as hell remembered it. Every time the thought crossed your mind, flames filled your body. Which explained why you were currently two fingers deep, searching desperately for your g-spot. Chan was in class for the next four hours and you were set on firing off at least three orgasms while he was away. Heavy breathing and occasional whines of frustration filled your room as you failed to find your sweet spot. Your vibrator was dead and you were too afraid to get a dildo because you’d never had sex, the idea of anything larger than your fingers kind of scaring you. So you were stuck with just your fingers and whatever porn you could find, not that any of it was doing anything for you.

Suddenly the video stopped and it was replaced with the ugly picture of Changbin that you’d drawn all over before setting it as his contact image. Why was he FaceTiming you? Panic washed over your body and you quickly angled the phone so it only showed you to your shoulders as you answered. “Hey.” You were breathless. Fuck.

“Hey, pumpkin.” He’d taken to calling you that after he saw your reaction to it that night. He was in his car, his phone resting on the dashboard where he had a hook for his pop socket while he drove. “You okay? You sound a little out of breath.”

“Hm? Oh- yeah, I’m fine..” you lied, clearing your throat. You definitely were not fine. Your brother’s best friend had just decided to video chat while you were trying - and failing - to bust a nut.

“You don’t sound fine.” He said flatly and you shifted a little, sitting up. You didn’t notice but as you moved, you exposed almost your whole chest. “Wait, oh my god, why are you naked?” He practically shouted and your eyes bugged out. Shit.

“What? I-I’m not!” You lied, shaking your head vehemently as you covered yourself. The roll of his eyes told you he didn’t buy that and you tilted your phone to hide from him. You didn’t expect him to laugh though.

“If you wanted to put on a show for me all you had to do was ask.” He teased and your face flushed a bright red as you whined. “Hey, come on. Don’t hide from me. I’m just teasing. Anyways, I’m turning on your street now. Come unlock the door.”

“Wait, why?” You asked as you laid your phone down, careful not to expose yourself further. “Chan’s in class.” You wiped your fingers on the towel you’d laid out and got up to retrieve your panties. So much for those three orgasms.

“I know. I’m coming to see you.” He hummed as you dressed yourself in an oversized graphic tee and a pair of shorts. “I told him I was coming to pick up the clothes you borrowed but I just missed you.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks were still red but this time you smiled. “I missed you too…” your voice was much softer now as you tried not to squeal. You made your way to the common area and unlocked the door, phone in hand as he parked. “You can just come in, it’s open.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you in a second.” He beamed and you bit your lip to calm down as he hung up. The video you’d been watching resumed just as he opened the door and you quickly locked your phone but not before he heard a moan.

He froze in the doorway and you hid your phone behind your back as you turned to face him from the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind him. “Hi.” You smiled, hoping he’d just let it go. Of course, he was a nosy bastard and you didn’t get your way.

“Watching anything good?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you tried to maintain your smile, though you appeared far more nervous now as he walked towards you after locking the door. You backed up with every step he took until your back met the counter. “I wanna see.” He reached behind you and plucked your phone from your hands.

You tried to take it back but he just used your Face ID to unlock it while he squished you to the sink. You were mortified as he pressed play and some untitled amateur lesbian scene played out on the screen. “Please stop…” you whispered, hiding your face in your hands. You couldn’t look at him, you were fucking mortified. You heard your phone lock and you were about to take it back when you felt his arms slip around your waist.

“I’m not a woman but I can do that too.” His voice was strained and you felt frozen in place. You’d thought about fucking him plenty of times over the course of the six years you’d been crushing on him but you didn’t expect things to play out like this. “Actually, I’m willing to bet I can do it better. The bottom wasn’t nearly loud enough.” Your face heated up more, if that was possible, and the flush spread to your chest and the tips of your ears as he leaned even closer. “I bet I can make you scream.” He whispered, his breath hot on your neck and ear.

You whimpered helplessly, afraid to look him in the eye. You were ashamed at being caught and you wanted to fall back into the sink so it would swallow you up. The moment your phone rang, you’d lost the desire to carry on, but now he was getting you worked up again. There was a fire in your belly and you were so close to jumping him.

His hands slowly moved from your back to your hips and he pressed impossibly closer, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Do you want that?” You were nodding before he even finished speaking and he paused. “Words. I need to hear you say it.” You whined and buried yourself in his shoulder, embarrassed to be put on the spot as he chuckled. “Are you always this shy?”

“I dunno. I haven’t done it before.” You squeaked out and bit your lip, your whole body burning in embarrassment. Suddenly, he was changing his tune. He pulled away, his hands just above your elbows as he held you at arms length, and you withered.

“Christ, y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Well of course he didn’t know, you didn’t go around wearing a sign dubbing you a virgin - though your red face would probably be enough to illuminate a backlit sign that said as much. “I really hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” You shook your head and finally lowered your hands from your face, looking up at him as you murmured a soft ‘you didn’t’. You were self conscious. If it weren’t for that, you probably would’ve presented yourself to him right there on the kitchen floor.

You took a deep breath as your eyes found his, fighting the urge to fan yourself. “I just…I want it. I just don’t know what to do or how to act.” You admitted quietly. You wanted him to teach you and tell you what to do. You had consumed so much explicit content, you knew how it was supposed to go (though you knew the real thing was nothing like a porno), you just didn’t feel confident. “And…”

“And you want me to guide you through it?” He finished for you, his voice low and gentle. He had always been concerned about your well-being and he needed to see to it that you weren’t just agreeing because he wanted it. He needed to know that you wanted this for yourself. When you nodded, his hands slid down your arms and he laced his fingers with yours. His expression changed from concerned to fond as he pulled you away from the counter. “Come on. But for this to work, I’m gonna need you to talk to me, okay?“ You muttered some generic agreement as he released one of your hands and started towards your room.

Every step you took made your gut wrench in anxiety - excitement? - and you found yourself gripping his hand tighter as the two of you approached your room. He led you inside and pushed the door shut, locking it as he backed you up against it. His expression was almost unreadable but if you had to pick, you’d guess he was looking at you with adoration. His warm hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, and he offered a tiny smile. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and not even a fraction of a second later, his lips were pressed against yours. It was slow and sweet just like the first time in his kitchen. You could hear your heart racing and wondered if he could too (he couldn’t, he could only hear his own). You suppressed a soft sigh when he nibbled on your lip, the sensation sending a chill down your spine. His large hands moved from your face and he gently placed your arms around his neck as his tongue swept over your bottom lip. Tentatively, you returned the favor and he let out a soft sigh before sweeping his tongue through your mouth, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from you.

He pulled back far too soon for your liking, just like last time, and you let out a soft whine, just like last time. He chuckled softly as you both tried to catch your breath, slightly pulling you away from the door so he could slip his arms around your waist. With his hands splayed out on your back, holding you to him, there was no chance of escape - not that you wanted to get away as his lips connected with your jaw. Your head tipped back instinctively and you bit your lip to stifle a soft groan when he gently bit down on your neck. The idea of being bitten had always excited you but actually experiencing it was enough to force your arousal to return tenfold.

He noticed the choked sound you made and repeated his actions until you stopped trying to hide your noises. “Good girl.” He gave a satisfied smirk when a weak moan tumbled from your kiss-bitten lips and you keened as your knees went weak. The realization hit him when he felt you clinging to him for support and he let out a low groan. “Fuck, you like that? Being called a good girl?” You nodded fervently and his grip on your waist tightened. “You gonna be my good girl?”

His town was low and sensual, forcing another pathetic sound out of you as you nodded. “Your good girl, Binnie…” you whimpered out softly. He let out a soft curse at your agreement and lifted you up from the floor, his hands supporting your ass. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed, your confidence growing at his reaction.

He gently dropped you onto your bed and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight. Your hair was a halo around your head and your eyes were half-lidded, a soft blush dusting your cheeks and chest. You were so pretty. He felt his pants tighten as you reached out for him and he found it impossible to deny you. He gently nudged your legs apart and settled himself between them, capturing your lips again. He was on cloud nine just from this, just from being so close to you, he was certain he would lose his sanity before everything was said and done.

His hands were on either side of your head as he leaned over you. He dropped down to his elbows as he broke the kiss and smiled softly at you. “Hey, pretty.” He whispered as you slipped your arms around his neck again. Your cheeks went a soft pink as you mumbled out a quiet ‘hi’ and bit your lip. His dick twitched at your innocent expression and he let out a long sigh before pressing his forehead to yours. He wanted you so bad, wanted to just go completely feral, but he also wanted to take his time with you.

You took his proximity as an opportunity to crash your lips back to his, one hand tangling in his soft honey-colored hair while the other splayed out over his muscular back. While it felt good to make the move yourself, you quickly let him take the lead as his tongue explored your mouth. You’d wondered what his lips felt like for so long and last week left you craving more. You couldn’t get enough.

You wanted to whine when he sat up but his fingertips edged just under the hem of your shirt and you bit your lip once more. “May I?” You nodded and sat up a bit so he could take it off, shivering slightly as the cool air hit your skin. Your nipples perked up instantly and you saw his eyes grow heavy upon seeing you had decided to forego a bra.

He instantly pushed you back so you were laid flat on the bed and leaned down to kiss across your chest. He’d almost snapped when he saw you hadn’t put on a bra. The sight was beautiful and he wanted to appreciate every inch of your gorgeous body. His lips pressed sloppy kisses all the way from your neck to your chest before he began to tease your nipples. Your sounds were heaven to him and by this point he was unbearably hard. The moan you let out when his teeth lightly raked over your nipple was enough to make him meet god.

You felt yourself getting shy as his lips trailed lower and you threw an arm over your face as he began to tug your shorts down. Your baby pink panties displayed your wetness rather than concealing it and he let out a groan at the sight. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Is this for me?” You nodded all too quickly as his lips pressed against your thigh and he cursed under his breath. A series of wet kisses were pressed to your feverish skin, drawing out soft moans and whimpers the closer he got to where you wanted him.

The tip of his nose brushed against your clothed pussy and you gasped softly. Your mouth hung open as his lips ghosted over the thin material, a wave of arousal crashing over your body once more. “Binnie…” you whispered, wiggling your hips. You lifted your head to look down at him, propping up on your elbows. The expression he wore made you clench around nothing and another sound caught in your throat.

“You want me to take these off, pumpkin? Want me to eat your pussy?” Your breath hitched at the dirty talk and you nodded at him. He smirked and laved his tongue over the last bit of material separating the two of you, drawing a whimper from you. “What’s the magic word, baby?”

Your face burned in embarrassment but you knew he wasn’t trying to make fun of you. You could tell by his eyes that he was in a daze. He looked desperate and eager to go down on you, like he wanted it just as much as you did. So you did your best to shake off the embarrassment and decided to beg him. “Binnie, please…wanna feel your tongue. Want you to finger fuck me and make me cry..” you whined out and his jaw dropped slightly. You felt like hiding when he didn’t immediately move.

He was expecting a shy ‘please, Binnie’ but instead you told him exactly what you wanted. And what you wanted was going to drive him up the wall. He let out a low groan as his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. You bit your lip when he hitched your legs over his shoulders and hooked his arms around your thighs, his hands splayed out over your pelvis. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart…” he praised, his eyes locked on your soaked pussy.

He didn’t give you a moment to respond, his tongue flattening over your heat as his eyes turned back to your face, which contorted in pleasure almost instantly. He didn’t bother with teasing licks, he just got right to it, his fingers spreading your soaked folds for him. You wanted to lay back and just feel what he was doing between your legs but you also couldn’t tear your eyes away from where his mouth was connected to you. The sight was only serving to further wind you up, high-pitched whimpers and moans filling your room.

You lost the battle of holding your head up when he sucked on your clit. You let your elbows slide from under you, your back meeting the towel you’d laid out earlier as a pathetic whine left your lips. Wet sounds mingled with your moans as he carefully pushed his index finger into you, curling it almost immediately. When had he let go of your hip? It didn’t matter. Your hands tangled in his hair as you mewled in pleasure, your back arching as his finger dragged over your g-spot. “Oh my god, there-!” You cried, almost all inhibitions gone.

He switched between sucking and flicking his tongue as he sped up, groaning at the way you pulled his hair. He’d thought about this so many times but he never imagined you’d be so responsive. He was on cloud nine, dizzy from the pleasure he was receiving from finally getting to go down on you. He added a second finger as you babbled on about how good it felt, determined to make you cum at least twice.

He was too good at this. In some far-off corner of your mind, the thought of him with another woman made itself present but you pushed it away. You didn’t care how many women he’d slept with before you. You had him now and it was special. The knot in your belly grew tighter as he sped up, his lips encasing your clit being the last straw as you babbled some warning about your impending orgasm. He didn’t care, he was set on making you cum. He heard your warning and held steady as you let out a series of high-pitched moans, your orgasm crashing over you.

He only pulled back when he felt your orgasm letting up, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. He didn’t think he’d ever get the chance to do that but now that he had a taste of it, of you, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop in the future. He couldn’t let this be a one time thing just because Chan said he couldn’t have you. “Binnie…” your airy voice pulled him from his thoughts and he stood over you. “Please fuck me…” you bit your lip as you looked up at him towering over you, feeling tiny under his heated gaze.

You watched as he tugged his black tee over his head, revealing what you already knew to be a six pack and massive pecs. His jeans were slung low on his hips, his V line on full display. He had a faint happy trail, which you hadn’t noticed when you curled up in his arms a week prior, and your mouth watered at the sight. His burning gaze didn’t leave your naked form as he deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops on his jeans. Why did you want him to spank you with it? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was him.

Your eyes practically fucked him as he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them before slipping them down his legs. God his legs. Everything about the man was fucking built but you’d wanted to ride his thigh for ages now. His pants always clung to his muscular legs in just the right places and it drove you insane.

You were pulled out of your daze when you saw him sliding his boxers off. Fuck he was big. You were certain it was going to hurt, he was a thick eight inches. Your uncertainty must’ve been obvious on your face because he crawled over you and kissed your forehead. “You okay, pumpkin?” He asked softly despite how badly he wanted to fuck you into the mattress. He’d have his chance to go feral with you next time. Right now, he needed to take care of you.

You nodded at him but he didn’t move, waiting for what was clearly on the tip of your tongue. Your cheeks were tinted pink once more as you looked up at him, your hands tentatively coming to his sides and tracing lines there. He was warm and firm. You felt safe despite your hesitance. “You’re so beautiful…” you whispered. It wasn’t what you’d intended to say but you felt like he needed to know. The tiny smile that settled on his lips as he ducked his face into your neck made your heart swell. With his lips on your neck, you made your request, knowing he would never dream of denying it but still feeling like you needed to say it. “It’s so fucking cliche, but please be gentle…”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” He murmured against your neck and pulled back, looking down at you with pure adoration in his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself and surged forwards to kiss him. You could taste yourself on his lips and it sent a shiver down your spine. He gently guided you back so you were laid flat once more, his lips not leaving yours as he reached between you to line up.

A single curl of anxiety ripped through you but you ignored it, far too eager to have him fill you up. It stung only a little as he put the tip in. You suddenly didn’t understand how people could find this unbearable. It wasn’t really painful, even as he pushed the rest of the way in. The anxiety you felt was completely gone, replaced instead with a feeling of giddiness.

When he broke the kiss, it was to let out a soft curse. Your pussy was hugging him just right and it was making his mind go numb. When you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles, pulling him into you, he let out a groan. “Fuck, baby, you’re driving me insane…” he sucked in a deep breath and bit down on his bottom lip. Hard. His face was screwed up in pleasure and what seemed to be concentration, his eyes squeezed shut as he rested his forehead against yours.

You wiggled your hips, wanting him to move. He hissed at that and slowly rocked his hips as his eyes opened for a brief moment. He caught your lips in a searing kiss as he set a slow, torturous pace. Both of you wanted more but were afraid to say it. He was terrified to hurt you, you were terrified to change the tone.

Your bodies began to find their rhythm, your hips meeting each of his thrusts as he started to lose his grip on his sanity. His lips alternated between crashing against yours and sucking hickeys into your collarbones, careful to leave them in places easy to hide. “Mine…” his possessive streak was fucking intoxicating.

You realized he liked feeling big at the nickname he gave you after a few minutes. “Tiny baby…” he groaned out, pulling back to admire your face, which was twisted in pleasure. “You look so pretty and small underneath me, baby.” His words went straight to your pussy and he let out a huff of laughter as he sped up. “You like when I talk like that, baby?”

You nodded, not trusting your brain to give you the words to form a coherent response. “You had me fooled this whole time, thinking you were so innocent and pure. You’re getting all worked up just from me saying dirty things.” You whimpered helplessly, his tone sending wave after wave of arousal crashing down on you. “Who knew a tiny thing like you could be so nasty? Are you a nasty baby?”

Every word that left his plump lips made you want to scream. If he kept on like this, you’d go up in flames. “Fuck- yes, Binnie! I’m your nasty baby. Like hearing you talk dirty and call me pretty. ‘M your tiny baby!” You cried out, his hips working faster.

He was silent for a moment but you felt his dick twitch inside you. “Shit, baby, that was fucking hot..” he groaned, his praise bolstering your confidence as the bed protested his pace. He made you feel so sexy and wanted.

You writhed beneath him as the fire under your skin began to feel unbearable, your nails digging little crescents into his back. You didn’t have to announce it for him to know you were close. He could tell and he made it his mission to finish you off as his hand slipped between your bodies, middle finger pressing firmly against your clit.

He massaged tight circles until white-hot pleasure flooded your body, your back arching from the bed as you cried his name. He didn’t stop, guiding you through it as he fought off his own orgasm. He waited until you were coming down from your high to pull out, his cum spilling across your belly not even a second later. He slumped against you, his sweaty forehead resting against your shoulder.

He rolled off you after a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. You were in a similar state and after a few minutes of recovery, he got up from the bed. You thought he was leaving you but instead he gently pulled the towel from under you and cleaned up the mess he’d made of your tummy before cleaning himself. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on before going to your dresser to find you some clothes.

You wanted to cuddle but you knew if you curled up in bed with him then you’d fall asleep and Chan would come home and throw a fit at the sight. So you stood on wobbly legs and joined Changbin across the room, hugging him from behind as he pulled out a pair of panties from the top drawer. “Thank you.” You whispered into his shoulder, giving him pause. He quickly grabbed a pajama set from the second drawer and turned in your arms, wrapping his own arms around you.

“For what? I should be the one thanking you.” His tone was hushed as if he feared speaking too loudly would ruin the moment. You cocked your head in confusion so he continued. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

“Probably not as long as I’ve wanted you.” You quipped and both of you let out a brief laugh before he continued.

“Y/n, I’ve had feelings for you for over two years now. Even when Chan declared you off limits and I had to act like I wasn’t interested, you still lit up like a neon sign every time we spoke. You still wanted me even after I gave you mixed signals. And you gave me something special just now.” Your cheeks went a soft pink at his confession.

“That night…I was pissed when I saw you with another man. And I was even more pissed when I realized what was happening. I was afraid for you. The next day in my apartment, I couldn’t help myself. You came to me for comfort in the middle of the night and you showed that bright smile when I fucked up what I was trying to say.” He let out a mocking laugh as he remembered his words that day before growing serious again. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I know Chan doesn’t want me getting with his little sister but-“

“But his little sister doesn’t care what he wants. And it’s a little too late to worry about what he wants anyways.” One of your hands moved to rest on his cheek, your thumb tracing lines over his cheekbone. “I don’t want you to see me as your best friend’s little sister. I want you to see me as me, Binnie. I have had the biggest crush on you since I was in eighth grade. I have been dying to get your attention. Forget about what Chan wants. What do you want?”

“You.” It was simple. His tone, the single word. But the implications behind it were what made your heart race. “I want you and everything you’re willing to give me.” He almost sounded desperate.

“Then I’m yours.” You said simply, smiling a little as you leaned up to kiss him. You were his. You had always been his.

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