#still chapped it was 20$ more for the other colours

[huginsmemory]

Halloween markets my beloved, ended up getting basically Bill-themed beaded earrings. Also I just generally love eye iconography so when I saw them and a few others in different colours out for display I gasped

[letterstotheflre]

that’s the thing about illicit affairs

summary: james was never hers to lose.

warnings: CHEATING, age gap (not specified but reader is in her 20s), tiiiny angst?? i don’t think it’s sad lmao, allusions to sex and one miniature sex scene, some food mentions, and a very badly written argument.

word count: 3k (why are they always so long ffs)

a/n: my first james potter fic <3 i love this man so much, sorry for making you the bad guy here. this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks, and since i’ve been feeling kinda sad i finally got around to edit it. also hedric rights!!

They always meet like this.

The room is dark except for a small sea salt lamp she bought on sale from Target. Her clothes are piling up on the floor, discarded carelessly by her lover, and his are not too far from meeting the same fate.

He is kissing her hungrily as he could never get enough of her. His hands travel all over her back while she unbuttons his shirt, their lips never parting. He moves her to her bed, the sheets a pale green that reminds him of—

No. He closes his eyes tightly, pretends the green is actually blue like the lacy bralette that covers her breasts and moves his lips down to her jaw. He sucks and nips and bites, letting her moans echo freely between the four walls that make their little sanctuary.

Her hands quickly undo his belt and stroke him lightly through the fabric of his boxers. He groans against the junction of her neck, the skin softer than anything he’s touched in years.

He pushes her down on the bed, cupping her face while he looks at her properly, noting the tangled hair caused by his fingers. Her lips are puffy and shiny, his kisses being the perpetrator of their current state. He waits for her to say something, to give him a sign that this is okay.

(It’s not okay, and they both know it. It’ll never be okay.)

She nods her head, and he kneels in front of her, pushing her legs wide open before he dives in.

—

She is laying on her bed, the sheets covering her body as she watches him try to fix up his hair in front of the mirror on her makeshift vanity.

“Make sure no one sees you leave,” she says, “and put—”

“Put my hood up, I know,” he finishes the sentence for her. It’s not the first time they do this dance.

“Sirius and Remus are with Harry at home. I told them I was going for a run, so they won’t say anything if I show up all sweaty,” he adds, trying to fill the awkward silence.

She just nods her head, fingers playing with a loose thread on the edge of the sheet, pulling it a bit more every time she twists her index finger. He steps forward, then sits on her bed and traces her cheekbone with his knuckles. “You know I care about you, right?” he asks.

Her heart clenches, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest that makes it hard to breathe for a second. She lowers her eyes, refusing to stare at those hazel irises that started everything. “I know, James,” she assures quietly, looking at a picture of her and Harry that’s stuck to the wall just behind him.

James brushes back some stray hairs that are still stuck to her forehead, then presses a small kiss on the slightly sweaty skin. He gives her a tentative smile before heading to the door, and she only looks in his direction when she hears the click of the door.

(He might care, but not enough.)

—

Sundays are always a slightly awkward affair at first.

Both of their families have been friends for years, getting together every Sunday for lunch at the Potter’s. James and Sirius always man the grill with her dad, all of them wearing those corny ‘kiss the chef!’ aprons. Her mother helps Lily make the salads in the kitchen while they gossip with Remus, who steals a few tomatoes when they aren’t looking. Now that it’s summer, she and Harry splash each other in the pool instead of catching up in his room.

It’s always strange seeing James in the light of day, pretending that this is the only version of him she knows: the version of him that is a friend, a father, a husband.

But she knows the other version of him: the one that has her on her knees begging for a taste of him, the one that grips her hair while he pounds into her from behind, the one that lets his tongue explore places of her no one else has. The version of him that kisses her forehead and plays with her fingers while their bodies are tangled together under the sheets. The version of him that kisses her as if she were the only one made for him.

(She isn’t.)

They are sitting around the table eating. Sirius is laughing about something with his arm around Remus’s shoulders, his bark of laughter echoing across the garden. Her mother’s shoulders shake as Lily rolls her eyes in amusement. James and her father have gone back to the grill to bring everyone their second round of burgers, and she can hear her father complaining about something from work.

“Here y’go, kid,” says James as he places the plate in front of her before ruffling her hair. She tenses up for a second before relaxing, muttering a small “thank you” before reaching for the ketchup.

She hates that nickname. It’s so impersonal, keeps a distance between them that truly doesn’t exist. As if he isn’t the only person that can make her vision whiten and the colours of her room hazy while she clutches his shoulders. As if he isn’t the only person who can pull so many different sounds from her vocal cords, sounds he knows no one else has ever heard before because he is the only one who can create them.

She can feel Sirius’s eyes on her as she stretches one arm, so she hesitantly glances at him. He raises an eyebrow, eyes switching back and forth between James and her, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind.

She gulps anxiously, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and goes back to eating.

—

James’s moans are loud as he gathers her hair in a makeshift ponytail. His cock is buried in her throat, and he watches as she gags for a second before relaxing her throat.

She’s taking him so deep that her nose nuzzles his pubic hair, the musky scent of James filling her nose as she breathes deeply through it. She starts moving her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip every time she rises.

He is a mess above her, needy whines and wanton moans leaving his mouth. His hips thrust up softly, slowly fucking her mouth, and he relishes in the small choking sounds she makes. His head rolls back as he groans, “That’s it, baby, so good to me.”

She winces at the name and pulls away from him. “Don’t call me that,” she mutters, but her hands never stop stroking him. She takes him back into her mouth and starts sucking with a newfound fervour, his voice echoing inside her head as she tries to make him forget about her.

(She tries to forget too.)

—

Honey rays filter through her window.

They are both laying on her bed, James on his stomach while she refills the glasses with some cheap wine she got from the store. He looks at the tiny purple splotches on her neck and the red fingerprints on her hips, then smirks proudly. When she turns, she smiles at him softly.

There’s a summer breeze that ruffles her curtains, and he can hear some teenagers laughing as they walk down the street over the music that plays from her speaker.

She places her glass on her nightstand, her nipples brushing his naked back as she leans over him. She lays down on her side, her fingertips softly drawing shapes on his skin. It takes him a moment to realize they are not random shapes but letters.

Her name, written over his scattered freckles and connecting his moles with cursive loops.

He takes her hand and kisses it, slightly chapped lips pressing against her open palm. Then he kisses her lips, still bitterly sweet with grapes, as his tongue moves languidly against hers while he pulls her by the hand on top of him.

It feels like a distant memory. It feels like a dream.

—

The cacophony of different voices singing “Happy Birthday” rings in her ears.

Harry is at the front of the table, an adorable blush dusting his cheeks at the attention. On either side of him are James and Lily, smiles wide as they watch their son blow the candles. Cedric is behind him, hands on his shoulders, and he leans forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

She sings and claps, whooping with Sirius when Harry blows the last candle. She eats cake and drinks the pretty cocktails Lily ordered. She smiles and laughs, pretends she couldn’t see the way the candles made the golden band on James’s ring finger beam like the sun.

She pretends she doesn’t see the way James holds Lily’s waist before kissing her. She pretends she can’t see them dancing slowly to a song Remus put on the Spotify playlist as a joke.

She pretends she can’t hear his footsteps following her when she goes to the bathroom. She feigns disinterest when he grabs her wrist and pulls her towards a deserted corridor.

But she can’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach when he kisses her, the thrumming in her veins when he pushes one leg between her thighs, nor the pleasure-filled gasps and moans that leave her mouth when he helps her roll her hips along his covered thigh.

It’s thrilling; they’ve never done something like this in public, much less in such proximity to friends and family.

(In such proximity to her.)

Even though she knows it shouldn’t, it gives her a sense of victory. Because he is here with her now: he is kissing her, making her moan, and whispering dirty things in her ear.

A faraway call of his name breaks the spell they’re under. They pull away hastily; she fixes her dress while James makes sure there are no lipstick stains on his face. The footsteps are getting closer, heels hitting the floorboards at the same rhythm as their rapid beating hearts.

It’s Sirius.

James almost breathes a sigh of relief, but she remains tensed up. Sirius looks between them, the same look he had that Sunday all those weeks ago on his face, and she feels bile rising in her throat.

“Lily’s looking for you,” he says, his thumb pointing back over his shoulder towards the reception where everyone’s gathered.

“Right,” says James. “Better go see what she needs. You do not want to see an angry drunk Lily.” He laughs, almost oblivious to the awkward tension between his two friends. He goes back to Lily, leaving her leaning against the wall and Sirius standing in the middle of the hallway.

Sirius looks at her, and even though his mind already knows, he refuses to believe it. “I didn’t know where the bathroom was,” she offers as an explanation. It’s a flimsy excuse, she knows that, but it’s the best she can do under this kind of pressure.

“Right,” he whispers with a short nod, then follows James.

She stays rooted to her spot, lips tingling with the ghost of James touch and a guilty mind.

—

Hours later, she clings to a pillow as she lays on her bed alone. The same pillow James was resting on less than twelve hours ago.

She breathes in deeply, trying to catch any scent of him she can, but there’s only the scent of her fabric softener.

There’s no James. No citrus shampoo or woodsy cologne nor salty air from the beach near his house. Because he never wears any cologne when he comes to her, ensuring that there’s no trace of him once he leaves.

Like he doesn’t even exist.

—

It ends in a parking lot a month later.

She was waiting for Luna to arrive at the mall but ended up asking for a rain check when James texted her, saying they needed to talk.

‘Meet me behind the mall’, she texts him.

She walks to the back of the building and waits for his red car to show up. She already knows where this conversation is going to go, and her heart shatters at the thought of saying goodbye to him.

She raises her head when she hears a honk in front of her, and she gets in while whispering a small “hey”. He doesn’t start the car again, just settles for turning the ignition key off. She looks at the families leaving the mall through the tinted window, refusing to look at him, as her knee bounces up and down anxiously.

The silence is heavy, and she suddenly feels cold in the August heat.

James takes a deep breath, “We can’t keep doing this.”

She can’t help the snarky comment. “That’s not what you were saying yesterday while you had your fingers buried inside me.” He looks at her unimpressed, and she rolls her eyes.

“It’s wrong,” he says— as if she doesn’t already know that. “C’mon, baby, don’t make this harder than it has to—”

“I told you not to call me that!” she raises her voice, and the car gets silent again. She hates the tears that gather in her eyes, hates that she cares so much about him and their stupid game, but she couldn’t help it. Not when he whispered so many sweet nothings in her ears and caressed her skin so softly, almost afraid to break him if he was too rough.

(Not that he cared about that when he stretched her wide open and thrust so hard into her that the bed frame banged against the wall.)

“You can’t just show up here and tell me it’s over like you weren’t the one that came to me first,” she jeers, and she can see the tick of his jaw as he clenches it. Good, she thinks, make him angry.

“Don’t just blame me. You didn’t say ‘no’ once.” He grounds out, “In fact, I can recall you were begging me to fuck you against the wall.”

Her cheeks turn into a small fire, a slight feeling of shame overcoming her. “Oh, like you were any better!” she exclaims. “‘Been thinking about you for months.’ ‘You have no idea the things you do to me.’ ‘No one can suck my cock like you.’ ‘I care about you!’” She deepens her voice to mock him.

James opens his mouth to keep the ball rolling, and she wants him to do it because it meant that the fight was still on, that they wouldn’t have to end this. Instead, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m telling you now it’s over. Stop acting like a kid who didn’t get her Christmas present,” he says, knowing exactly what he is doing with those words.

“I’m not a kid,” she snaps, her eyes fighting back angry teats at his dismissal. “Then stop acting like one,” he shrugs.

Her hands turn into fists, nails digging themselves into her palms as she tries to keep her anger at bay. “Do you know how much of myself I gave to you? How many plans with my friends have I cancelled in case you called? How many guys I stopped seeing because they weren’t you?” she rants, her voice increasing in volume as she lets her frustration take over. Then, she pauses. “You’ve ruined me, James.”

Her voice is so pained that it makes his heart clench, and he lowers his head, refusing to look at her. He knows, God, he knows what he’s done, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so lonely with Lily spending so much time at the hospital, and then there she was with her caring and understanding nature. With her adorable laughs and those touches that were so addictive, a mercurial high that gave him the lowest lows whenever he tried to stop.

He keeps his mouth shut; there’s nothing left to say anyway, and it’s better for her to hate him rather than anything else. “You are not going to say anything?” It’s meek, vulnerable, and she wants to slap herself for acting this way. She knew it would never last, that he would always choose her.

He was never hers to lose, so why is she still fighting?

She nods her head in surrender, biting her lip to stop herself from sobbing. The anger now gave way to sadness, “I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me.” Her voice is hoarse, a result of the lump in her throat that prevents her from swallowing comfortably.

She gets out of the car and slams the door shut, then leaves the parking lot, leaving him behind. She keeps walking, fingers gripping the straps of her bag until she reaches an empty street.

The golden sun is ready to dip on the horizon, and she can hear James’s car speeding behind her.

—

She doesn’t let the tears fall until she’s inside her apartment.

The moment she closed the door, she crumbled to her knees, loud sobs falling from her mouth and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It takes her a moment to gather enough strength to walk to her room.

She cries and cries, buries her face in her pillows and starts sobbing even harder because she can smell him. The salty scent and citrus shampoo finally embedded themselves in the fabric, and she can’t believe that after all those days she craved to feel him close to her, he chooses now to leave a trace behind.

She cries for hours until her eyes are puffy and red, and snot comes out of her nose. Her chest heaves with short breaths that don’t really fill her lungs as she clings to that damn pillow before throwing it across the room. She can’t believe it ended like this: with her completely broken for anyone else while James gets to go back to his life and act like nothing ever happened.

Yet she knows that if she had to choose, she would do it all over again because if she had to choose someone to be her ruination, she would choose James Potter a million times.

TAGLIST: @emmaev @gxtitobxby @ildm4ev @capsmischief @arisblackhole @dracosafety @dracoxgeorge @tonystarksmutgarden @blowing-mikey @roonilwazlibswhore @lovelylupinx @sarcasmismyon1ydefence @marxy-06 @glossiable @remusjlupinisdead @amixedwitch @mattefic @artisancowbells @zzzfour — if you want to be added tap here

[celinolesunshine]

Eyes Colored Sun, Mouth Like The Moon

A SUN/MOON X GN! READER FANFIC

CHAPTER ONE: such a big little friend

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4 || chap. 5

~~~~~~~~~~

'Bright like the sun', they said. That's when they decided to call you 'sunflower', because they couldn't read your nametag. He called you 'starlight', because of how you shone in his eyes.

It didn't take long to warm up to the dual persona of the daycare attendant, and somehow you found yourself.. drawn to them? You weren't sure, but you had the feeling you would be in it for the long haul.

It was only after months of working alongside them, however, you began to notice a change in Moon. he was... different. More distant, perhaps; and a shorter fuse to boot. They had you invested, and you were determined to figure out what was wrong.

~~~~~~~~~~

YES, It's a romance. slow-burned, but three installments of ten chapters each are planned so bear with me.

~~~~~~~~~~

Today, you're welcomed at your new job by a blonde in white slacks, and.. turns out you have an assistant (rather, you are their assistant.)

..What could go wrong?

such a big little friend

--

Your first day of work.

You had applied as a temporary daycare worker while you were in between jobs. You got the job for your experience with siblings, and the occasional babysitting gig. You hadn’t exactly expected to get the call confirming the start of your first shift, but surprisingly you took it anyways.

So here you stood, in front of the largest appropriation of Toy Story’s Pizza Palace you had ever seen, mouth agape at the bright lights and neon colours that decorated that outside of what a large, yellow-tinted neon sign informed you was Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. 

As you walked inside, you found your eyes temporarily assaulted as the colours and decorum srang out into your vision. You took it all in for a moment, glancing at the tiling on the floor, the ultraviolet lights strung to the ceiling, and the stage that gleamed in the centre of a giant open-diner setting.

This was potentially any child’s favourite place to be. Your mind spun at the entirety of this new, overstimulating environment.

“Hey, you! There you are; I was wondering when you’d show up!” A voice wormed its way to your attention; you snapped yourself around to find the source.

To your immediate left stood a young woman, likely in her mid-20s, towing over your small frame. She had a head full of honey-blonde hair, swept up into a neat ponytail, and piercing blue eyes. She seemed kind, although you found yourself wary of the stranger. 

“Hello.” you spoke, treading cautiously. You didn’t recognize her uniform from any of the articles of the Pizzaplex you had hastily looked up in order to better understand the place – then again, you had just walked in –, and you couldn’t tell how she stood in comparison to you. Was she a higher-up? A fellow co-worker? You couldn’t quite figure it out.

The young woman seemed to sense your unease, because she smiled lightly, pointing to a gleaming white nametag on her chest. 

“I’m Vanessa. We won’t be working together, but we’ll still be seeing plenty of each other, I’m sure.”

Vanessa looked to you expectantly, as if you were supposed to say something. 

“Oh, right. Well, it seems you already know who I am. It’s nice to meet you.” You answer, straying towards a more diplomatic conversation for the sake of your position.

“I’m a security worker here. I’m on the graveyard shift, though; so we’ll basically tag-team, since we’re some of the only human employees around here.” She said.

You felt your brain blank for a split second.

“This place is massive! How can we be the only people running it? Plus,” You ass, prying into Vanessa’s thought-invoking choice of words, “–what exactly do you mean by ‘human employees’? We’re not working with Frankenstein’s monster or anything, are we?”

Vanessa snickered. “No, nothing like that. I suppose for an adult, you wouldn’t know much about the rise of this place. Well, maybe; – What was your previous job?” 

You scratch the back of your neck. “I was a sketch artist for a local film company.” 

With a sigh, you remember receiving the email – on an off day, no less – that the founder of the company had died. He was a sweet old man who had been making old-fashioned sketch cartoons for decades now, showing them off in a little 20-seat theater two blocks from where you lived. You had picked up the job when you were younger, staying with the company through all of the turmoil that It had faced, and were upset to see it go as it did. Still, you had to move on.

Vanessa makes a resolute noise.

“Yeah, no chance.” With a clack of her toes against the hard ground, she states,

“We work alongside robots.” 

Oh.

It wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but all things considered? It was actually pretty cool. Not every day did you get the opportunity to work alongside advanced technology. You could recall building little land-rover type robots in primary school, peering at all of the little cogs and gears and crevices in the metal. You smiled. 

“Actually, they’re called animatronics, formally, but there’s truly not much of a difference. Mostly the S.T.A.F.F bots are the ones hanging around, doing all of the things that normal employees would. Watch out for the map bots, though; Those buggers are scary as shit.” Vanessa said, her eyebrows scrunching up in disgust. 

“Oh, and the Pat-Pats.” She said, smiling. 

Upon a raised eyebrow, Vanessa clarifies, “Little yellow guys about yay-high–” She puts her hand at about knee level; “They stand on the floor when it’s been mopped, and then beep at you when they suspect you’re stepping into something wet.” 

“Huh. That’s pretty cool.” You say.

“Yep. Well, before I go, I’ve been instructed to show you your placement, so if you’d follow me, I’ll go ahead and fill you in a bit more on the details of this place.”

You followed Vanessa through the long, glowing halls of the Pizzaplex, having her explain to you the mechanics of the place. It didn’t take you long to grow fond of the neons and the padding flooring; You already could tell that you would really like it here.

You both had reached the second floor now, towards what you trusted was the general direction of the Daycare you’d be working in.

“You probably won’t see any of the Glamrocks anytime soon, unless you need to grab someone from Parts & Services. Actually, you may see them sooner than you think. Sun’s a hell of a klutz.” Vanessa said, about three strides ahead of you. You began to sweat along your temples as you tried to keep up.

Confused, you started to ask who this ‘Sun’ character was, but you put curiosity first and asked about the Glamrocks. 

“Who… are they?” 

“Oh, the Glamrocks? Right, I forgot you don’t know much about the place.” Vanessa pointed down, towards the shining black stage in the middle of the first floor. From up here, it looked so much wider than it did standing in front of the entrance. 

“They perform there a few times a day. They’re all animatronics, as well, but you won’t be working with em’, so I’ll spare introductions for another day. All of them are brand-new, as well; re-vamped versions of old mechanical concepts. I’ll have to show you the maintenance storage room where we keep all of the old parts of decommissioned animatronics; It’s freaky as fuck.” 

You ran your hand along the guardrail overlooking the main stage. “I didn’t know there were older ones.”

Vanessa laughed lightly. “Well, yeah. It’s not really something of our generation, so I couldn’t expect you to know. Regardless, this whole ‘Freddy Fazbear’ franchise has been around for quite a while. It’s fascinating, really, how much everything’s changed. It’s probably the only reason I’ve really stuck around for so long.”

With a sigh, Vanessa rolls her shoulders back and takes her own hands off of the balcony guardrail. “Well, newbie, enough chit-chat. I’ll go ahead and show you to your post, and then I’ll be off. With enough luck, I’ll end up seeing you again before you leave.” 

She led you to a pair of large, wooden doors that looked as if they were from a fairytale. They stood probably ten feet tall, and were a rich, chocolatey-brown color. Ornate patterns swirled and dipped into the lacquered surface, creating hidden nooks and crevices that must have taken ages to carve with such precision. You took hold of the large brass handle on the door, the cold metal pressing into your palms as you dragged it open.

You gasped. 

Instead of sharp, dazzling colors, this room was full of light, subdued pastels. Greens and blues and soft pink colors washed the walls, polka-dots dappling the floor in carpeted bubbles of color. A check-in desk stood to the far left of the room, and tables with chairs were littered all over the main floor. Stairs twisted downward beyond the desk, likely towards the main daycare section, and a slide stood about five meters to the right of the stairs. A bright mantle above it said, “Slide Into Fun!”, and was where you suspected the children preferred to enter the daycare.

A bright golden statue stood in the middle of the daycare lobby, happy and inviting. It looked as if the character in the middle of the statue was a humanized version of the sun. It was odd, you admit, but interesting as well. You felt your lips tug into a grin.

“Welcome to the Superstar Daycare, newbie.” Vanessa called, approaching from behind you. 

You pointed to the figure in the golden statue. “Is this the mascot? For the daycare, I mean – Not the whole place.” 

Vanessa shrugged her shoulders slightly, raising her hands up as if to say, ‘so-so’. 

“Sort of. It would actually be easier if I just showed you.”

Giving you no time to properly respond, Vanessa cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted, 

“Hey, Sun! Get up here; I’ve found your new helper!” 

All Vanessa did was smirk at you in the wake of your confusion, and you returned her gaze with one of perplexed insanity. What the hell was shouting into the abyss going to lead to? 

“Newbie, meet your new assistant.” Vanessa said, still grinding broadly. It amused her greatly to see you so surprised at meeting the daycare attendant. 

You were greeted by none other than the larger-than-life, full-color version of the figure in the statue. The animatronic stood easily at six and a half feet tall, towering over you in all of their glory. They had a bright yellowish-orange complexion, with a sun as a face. A gray crescent moon helped to shape their defining features, their nose and a bit of their mouth shaped from oddly-angled strips of moon. Their eyes glowed a luminescent white, bright in contrast to the sharp colors of their face. Seven orange triangles jutted out from the undersides of their face panel, simulating the rays of the sun. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the funny-looking daycare worker, who seemed to be vibrating out of excitement. 

“Okay; You can introduce yourself now, Sun.” Vanessa said. You had forgotten she was even there.

And that was all it took. 

They pounced on you, scooping you easily up and into their arms, spinning and spinning and– 

“Ohhh, a new friend! Oh, my! I’m soooo excited!” They exclaimed, spinning on a heel and stopping to set you down, winded. 

“Wow! Quite the welcome, I see.” You begin, putting your hands on your knees. 

“Oh, my- did I hurt you?!” They seem apologetic, but assume the same bubbly stature as before when you shake your head ‘no’. They continue. 

“I pick up all of my new friends so that I can make a physical profile of them as they enter the daycare! You know, so in case somebody is being a little rule-breaker and tries to sneak into the daycare after-hours! I can tell their height, their weight, their health, and little things like what they smell like! That way, I’ll know if someone is here that should not be!” They state, smiling proudly.

Dipping down, the sun-shaped animatronic sprung into a goofy little pose, eyes gleaming happily; it set you off into a plethora of little giggles. Their exuberant energy was contagious.

“On that note – It’s absolutely wonderful to meet you, new helper-friend! I’m Sunnydrop, but you can call me Sun, if you’d like! Or whatever you want– I’m over the whole entire world that you’re here!” 

You laughed again. This gangly array of metal and plastic was adorable. 

“I’ll be helping out around here with you. And here – this is my nametag. So you know what to call me.” You handed Sun your little pin-on tag (which you had received in a little care package on the front desk once you arrived that also included a Faz-watch and some ride passes), where you had written your name in the blank spot.

They peer at it curiously, before taking it with careful hands. 

They hold it up to their eyes, an odd little clicking sound emitting from their chest as they attempt to decipher what it says. 

“Well, goodness! I can’t understand a single letter! I guess I’ll have to make up something fun to call you instead!” They hand you back your tag. 

Of course. It’s in cursive. 

Sun begins to descend the stairs directly in front of you, beckoning with a happy hand to follow. So you do. 

When you reach the bottom, you’re struck again with amazement. Large, boldly-colored softplay structures cover the majority of the daycare floor, with slides and tunnels and ladders on every side. Interlocking foam mats cover the ground – to protect children from injury, you presume –, and little tables stand to the far right of what looks to be a desk of some sort. 

And it’s all in impeccable shape. Sparkling and clean, just as if it were all brand-new. You were thoroughly impressed. 

“You’re very bright, new friend! Bright and oh-so happy. You shine, shine, shine like a star, friend! What should your name be?” Sun rambled, pacing the floors like an overexcited puppy dog.

“–Oh, oh, I know! Sunflower! Bright, happy-shiny like the sun, pretty as flower petals – It’s perfect, isn’t it, new friend?” They continue.

Grinning broadly, you agree, “Yes, it is. I like it a lot, Sun, thank you! I’m really happy we’re working together. You’re fascinating.”

A funny little chirp emits from their voice box as you look up to them. 

“Oh-ho, big words! Thank you, thank you – I am very, very happy to have a helper like you, too! I like it so-so-very much!” 

Sighing, you ask, “Okay, so what should we do first to get ready for the day?” 

“Well, little Sunflower, we need crafting things for the day! Glitter glue, crayons, colorful paper – do you like glitter glue? I do, oh, yes I do!” 

You can’t help but nod. “I do. I haven’t used any in forever, but I have to admit, I like glitter, and funny socks, and little eyeballs that bounce around – they’re all really entertaining!” 

Sun looks to you happily; contentedly, as if they were satisfied with your answer. Opening the door to a storage room, you gaped at the height of the doorframe, which was likely custom-built to accommodate for Sun’s height. They shuffled right through, their voice box crackling as they hummed a garbled tune. 

You begin to pile boxes of crayons in your arms, but you must have collected one too many, because as you make your way to exit the room, you manage to lose your balance and tumble to the ground, crayons of all colors spilling and rolling every which way. But suddenly, there is Sun – bending down to help. He looks concerned.

“Are you alright, sunflower?! Oh, no, this is such a mess, yes it is! We’ve got to clean all of this up! Not to worry, not to worry - we’ll have it all picked up in no time!” They proceeded to lift you up by the armpits and pull you back to your feet. 

“I was wrong! You’re not very little, no-no. Haha, such a big little friend! Though not as tall as me, yes! You are still small.” 

Shaking your head, you begin to help pick up the spilt stationery on the floor, but Sun pushed you back with a hand, his other hand seamlessly gathering crayons between his nimble fingers as you struggle, puzzled. 

“Nope! Hurt friends don’t have to help clean up! Not this time!”

Sighing, you accepted your fate and stepped away. At least they cared for your well-being. 

Of all the places that you could have worked, you were coming to the stunning conclusion that this place wasn’t going to be all that awful. In fact, you thought that it wasn't even going to feel much like work at all.

[dodgerbear84]

FANFIC WRITER INTERVIEW

I was tagged by @depressedstressedlemonzest 😍

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

97

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

813,550

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

There Goes The Neighborhood (1,264)

Paging Dr Gallagher (1,026)

The Tension & The Spark (1,010)

The One With All The Questions (873)

Not A Gallagher (720)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Fuck You, Gallagher. I don’t usually write angsty endings but for some reason this one just happened. Ian isn’t in it, it’s just Mickey dealing with him leaving and having dark feelings about it.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

99.9% of my stuff has a happy ending. I write to make myself happy so I tend to sway hard into the fluff category. If I had to choose I would say Weightless - heavy on the angst to start then just gets happier and happier.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t so far but wouldn’t rule it out.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh god yeah. There was the person who called me a creep for writing incest, that was fun. Especially since there was zero actual incest. Also someone insists on reading all my stuff just to then comment on all of the tiny things I got wrong, like how I described someone’s eye colour. 🤷‍♀️

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, awkwardly. I try not to over-write it and I really, really try to avoid cringy names for body parts.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A couple have been translated into Russian, which is really cool.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, not yet. Again I wouldn’t rule it out but just haven’t really got those kinds of relationships to do something like that.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gallavich, without a moment of hesitation. The complexity, the passion, the growth, the love. It’s all there. We just need fanfic to fix what the writers couldn’t do justice.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My only WIP right now is Quatervois but I will finish it. I still love it but I’m not in the place I need or want to be in to write so it’s on the back burner until I feel better. I’m not going to rush out some half-arsed chapters just to say I finished it.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don’t know, I’ve never really paid attention to it on a technical level and nobody has ever critiqued it. Answers on a postcard guys!

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Again, I’m not really a technical writer where I follow the rules. I think an English Language puritan would have a mini-meltdown at some of my stuff. I put commas where there should be colons etc. But I write for me and I post it for others to read if they want to so I don’t get too hung up on it.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It’s a tricky one. Every language I’ve ever learned has always had very obvious differences between written and spoken language so literal translations can lead you astray, but for the most part if it’s clear what you’re trying to get at and it doesn’t upset the flow of the story then go for it.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. I loved it at the time but given more recent changes to my feelings for JKR I doubt I will revisit.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Steddie (Steve/Eddie) - the show did just enough to make their pairing an ambiguous possibility so that’s enough for me to want to jump on it and run wild with it!

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That’s so hard to answer. It’s very dependent on my mood. I’m quite proud of The Words He Doesn’t Say because it’s the first time I’ve done a multi-chap from an outsider POV. It was a challenge I enjoyed and the end result wasn’t awful. And even though I have no experience of the legal process I enjoyed writing Burden of Proof. The one that gave me the most happy feels was Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, a fluffy reunion fic with lots of domesticity. Sooo, you asked for one and you got three!!

Now if someone could teach me how to link the stories in my posts that would be grand. Help a dinosaur out, won’t ya? 😉

Tagging @lady-ekaterina (it’s been a while, hope you’re doing good!) ��

[itsthe-neo-zone]

Wands and Potions: NCT dream & WayV

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead with the chapter, thank you.  

(long awaited Chapter 19! Chapter 20 will be released soon, thank you for your patience and happy holidays!)

Chapter 19:

The putrid smell of linen and iodoform with a hint of lavender tickled selenes nose as she entered the hospital wing. The disabled and broken look on the elder male as he laid thrown like a ragdoll onto the mobile bed paralysed Ravelle and the others.

Selene paused a few meters noticing how shaken it made the few girls before them. She viewed the buckling knees and how their clenched fists invited the pale milk white to appear shadowed upon their knuckles.

She didn’t understand the reason behind the warm and fluffy feeling in her chest at the moment. It filled her with a buzz better than any drug or potion. It ran through her body from the centre of her chest to the ends of each toe and finger.

Like an inner force or pressure building up, the feeling of her epicaricacy had no bounds as it filled her with faux happiness. For the first time in so long, something had brought a thrill, a burst of boiling euphoria it was overflowing in her.

It triggered a sly grin at her chapped lips, anyone else would have been shocked at the expression she held as she watched James and the other two pups next to him struggle to move or even breathe.

She toyed with the chain around her neck watching the scene unfold from a distance. A few months ago she would have felt devastated, absolutely wrecked with such a sight. Pleading. A crying and regretful mess.

Maybe even profusely apologising towards Ravelle and begging her to forgive her.

Knowing herself, she wouldn’t have even agreed to what was asked of her. It wouldn’t have happened…

The raven tried to get to James she stumbled down the long entryway before it was too late, but the nurse stopped her and pulled her back from throwing herself into the vortex that was being conjured through.

The screams and abhorring wails echoed against the walls and came at the others in the form of a slap to them. It wasn’t like she was related to him; James wasn’t that important to her so why was she tearing herself up like that.

Unless she’s fallen for him?

Selenes eerie grin widened, she thoroughly enjoyed where this was going.

Madame Pomfrey quickly moved the young wizards’ beds off into the private quarters along with the other two, the state was intolerable and as they were nowhere in sight. Selene brough her attention back to the wails of terror reverberating in the building.

She may have been never there to see what happened between them -Ravelle and James, or even Jinsoul and the other boy- but it didn’t look like a little had happened.

A weeping Jinsoul shuddered as she melted physically onto the floor her knees crumbled and she couldn’t bear to lift her head up as the fiery haired lily rose sat next to her sniffling. It was her eldest brother that got hurt…

“I heard what happened, Irene told me. Whats wrong with you?” The voice had a waver of worry. She tried to keep her composure but even Lyra was affected. It seemed like selene was the only one who wasn’t.

Selene slid to the side with ease, head low and eyes watching the scene unfold. From a distance more beds were wheeled into the hospital wing.

I guess the slytherin and ravenclaw houses were affected too.

The main doors were still left ajar and Lyra set her fingers onto her friends shoulders shaking selene out of the daze she seemed to be in. “I’m talking to you!”

“What!”

Lyra stayed unspoken for a for seconds, her stone washed coloured eyes regaining the lilac undertone they always had. “You?”

Her voice was accusing...

Yes me…

Selene smirked. “You have something to do with this.” Lyra bit her lip chewing at it slightly. Oddly, a habit found in Scorpius too.

“Nope. Not directly at least.” the grin dropped as she mumbled the last part looking away. Selene felt a whisper of her consciousness voice out it’s guilt -They deserve what they got, i’m merely implementing karma, thats all, it was bound to happen- at her intense stare.

“What do you mean by ‘not directly’.” She waved her hands about making air quotations hissing mutedly. Selene blanked, ignoring the witch for a moment her eyes catching and winking wickedly from a distance at the young 3rd year who looked like she was plotting Selene’s murder in her mind.

Lily-Luna heaved up from the floor next to Jinsoul as she clenched her wand in one hand. Her eyes were as bloodshot as the colour of her hair was and she thundered down the entry way of the hospital quarters.

Though, oddly, her eyes weren’t stabilised at Selenes. It was like she was glaring at the wall behind her. Selene only realising she wasn’t going after her just yet after she slammed herself against the girl pushing her away and attacked the wizard, - who had just appeared at the top of the stairs - her own brother, Albus.

“Where were you! Jamsie is dying in there and you’re nowhere to be found.” She slammed her fists against his chest throwing an absolute fit at her older brother, the blazed witch screeched and yelled at him, whining between tears of hopelessness.

“Mother is going to kill you! She and father already think your good for nothing so why make it worse! WHY!” Lily-Luna strew herself about upon him. Weakly losing energy and trying her hardest to push at him.

Selene rememebred the last incedent she met the duo - the pale faced and icy glacier eyed boy- a while had passed since the hogsmeade incident. He stood alongside Albus huffing slightly. His patience was running thin with the bratty Gryffindor. Albus shuddered, huffing. His distant and closed posture.

His eyes minimised into slits as he calculated the situation.

Selene felt Lyra’s clammy hands squeeze her own behind her back, it was a touch of worry, a quick nudge almost like she was wanting to whisper help me out loud.

Selene followed the scene, she glanced away from the boy and caught herself looking at Lyra’s line of vision seeing the tall skinny and drained blond male. – the poor boy looked like he had seen the worst of life itself - Selene saw him, her own lips curling upwards involuntarily at the familiarity.

Scorpius.

“Go, talk to him.” Whispering, selene subconciously nudged the brunette almost standing behind her, pushing her forwards gently. Lyra gawked back, the flow of her hair swiping against Selene’s face from proximity. Her eyes held a yearning a soft desire to come close to him. To feel the warmth of his hand against hers. To have someone to lean upon. 

A brother. Family. 

Fear clouded that misty look that her eyes held.

“Go.” That’s all it took for her to move the heavy feeling legs, one step closer to her half-brother. Her own blood.

It didn’t take long for things to turn rotten though, within seconds. His eyes dilated and shock filled his face as soon as he saw the brunette. Scorpius flashed a look of apology to the ginger standing next to Lyra as he disappeared. If she blinked, she wouldn’t have seen him at all.

He wasn’t ready. Weeks passed since that night and he wasn’t ready.

Lyra glanced back at Selene, Anxiety brimmed the cold raging pools of ocean in her eyes, “I’ll be back, ju-just.” She breathed heavily. “Stay here, I… I’ll- I will come bac-”

But she never finished the sentence only mumbling her words -tumbling over her own two feet as she tried to run but look back at once- before she ran off after him. Selenes lips twitched a smirk faded into her features again.

Didn't last for long though...

“This is ALL YOUR FAULT! JUST STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!”

An ear-shattering slap echoed around the hall, Selene didnt notice anything until it had already happened.

The stinging and burning settled on her right side as the air was snatched from her chest. Selenes warm face felt red and the sting from the slap tingled on her cheek. Regaining awareness she stood straight rubbing her face.

Ravelle glared at her, eyes as bloodshot and angry, like a bull. her hands stung from the impact, all the revenge that brimmed within her came into the force. Her expression got worse when she saw the shit-eating grin plastered on Selene’s face.

For a second, Ravelle faltered. The shock evidently shown in her face she glanced down to her trembling hands.

I'm sure this was the first time she’d witnessed the monster within.

Rvelle felt a jolt pass down her neck, she shivered, eyes shaky as she stepped back. Maybe if i would've stayed quiet - things would've ended differently, 

There was a small glimmer of - what looked to be - regret in her eyes.

Albus flinched shocked. He pushed his sister tothe side trying to make his way past. “Sele-” 

“Don’t you dare!” Lily-Luna paused pushing him back with a shove, she stepped up to block him. 

“You’re not messing this up any further. Why do you care what happens to her?”

“So you finally show your true side now Raviella.” The ginger spat out her birth name. The one she absolutely despised. 

This caught those around them. Their attention turned straight to the two going head to head near the passage infront of the hospital wings main entrance.

The mere mention or utted of her original name made Ravelle feel sick, she felt like each essence of her being was cracking and falling apart. Selene could see the image the block she had up fading, caving inwards. Fear. Worry. Regret.

"Don’t call me by that name, it reminds me of them. Please." the whisper was barely heard, but Selene heard every letter clearly.

It was funny how both friends were standing against each other but the memory of her explaining why she couldn’t ever be called by that full name was in both their minds at the same time.

That pang of hurt, a tiny pull in my chest.

Selene pushed it down quickly after hearing the discomfort in her, she could almost see her blood boiling inside her, Ravelles face showing a completely different emotion.

The minuscule glint in her eyes, of pain, hurt, Mistrust even? Was long gone. At that point, Selene knew things couldn't go back to normal. Even long after this.

The raven-haired witch slowly switches, the gears in her head turning fast, she had nothing to lose, if Selene was willing to play dirty she’d switch things up too. Ravelle growls as she throws herself against the witch out of rage and fury, but before she’s able to reach a hair on Selene’s head a blur slides before said witch holding back the raging witch.

The nurses rush hearing the comotion pulling her away they guide her into the infirmary to calm her down, her face furiously red and eyes dilated to the max. The Gryffindor was pulled away by two harshly, the third nurse running out to look for the ginger fighting against Ravelle but it was like she’d disappeared, Lily-luna screeched, “She was just here I swear!” 

Selene lifted her head slowly, she felt a draft of air hit her neck, the cool wind indicating she’s slipped into the outter pathways of the castle hidden behind stone. Fluttering her eyes open, her own meeting the cool tone solid stare that belonged to the blond male looking down at her through his eyelashes.

“You ok?”

She nodded slowly. Still at a daze. But Selene’s face fell when she caught sight of the blood sliding down his porcelain doll-like skin it tainted the blank canvas. 

Crimson ink staining the purebloods stone clear vellum. The contrast...

It was almost - Beautiful.

“You, you’re…” Selene mumbled, her fingers lifting slowly towards his face, subconciously inching closer, she felt drunk. But she hesitated, unable to reach the cold skin.

Albus slipped past the stone and had pulled him off not sparing a minute between the two of them. 

“I need you with me inside,” he sighed rushing. “Someone could have seen you!”

Selene let out a breath she was unintentionally holding, running her hands through her hair, pushing the strands away with a huff. She pulled the scarf that was falling down her shoulders, tighter situating it around her neck, Selene backed off as she watched the two males enter the infirmary.

The doors shut blocking her sight in.

Selene couldnt have her breakdown just yet. she heard the clacking of heels upon the stone floor signifying the appearance of headmistress McGonagall, sliding down the archway exit from the side, she swiftly made her presence unknown.

I don’t need another chat with a worried figure trying to tease the truth from between my lips.

I got what i wanted... Then why do I feel so somber then?

[11:02PM]

That evening I felt the inkling of guilt leave my being as I slept, as bad as it was – I’d never admit it, 

it felt good to sleep knowing those who broke me got what they deserved.

@ajuniceuajuniceu ​ @kkuljungwoo @sensiblebutch ​ @kangkinoa @nctzen2020 @mystic-jungkook​ @merryandhappylele @bcbymingi​ @mochischeeks  @rilakunma @jaehyunspaghetti @commentgirl @99jjh @johnnys-wifeu ​ @misaraem @apricottulips ​ @h2ogamergirl @angelsnowflake ​ @j3nm1n

(Thank you for reading!) ~ ❤️

[pffbts]

hi, i love your writings! can i request something fluffy with soonyoung from seventeen? maybe a confession, first date or something like that? thanks already🌈

―GENRE: fluff;  just hoshi being the cutest tiger cub.

―CHARACTERS: kwon soonyoung x neutral gender!reader | no supporting character.

―W.C: 1.9K

―AUTHOR`S NOTE: hi! hello! my first svt request on this blog :) thank you so much for requesting. this one sounds cute, i hope you enjoy reading, bub! love u <3 it`s 3 am right now so i guess i`ll go to sleep, for now, lol oh and congratulation to svt for their 2nd win for home:run!!

[05:11 PM] [the papers are flying away but there`s two hands always to hold]

―soonyoung had half of his head in the pattern of folds of the rose coloured craft paper and half of his head on how he must give you the paper rose he will make. will he just leave it on the desk before he leaves the club or give you in person?

oh no, soonyoung thought immediately, sitting straight up in his seat and looking straight ahead while his eyes went wide, he can never do that. that`s simply impossible. that would be too much. he continued to convince himself.

the middle school kid who was sitting two seats away from soonyoung looked at him like, what is this adult doing since the past two hours?

the place where soonyoung was at is none other a simple art club by the neighbourhood of his part-time workplace. it`s a cosy place, almost similar to a library it`s an art-related club―a place for escape from the reality of the harsh world where people who love painting, crafting, sculpting or as simple as drawing for a hobby comes here. you can bring your own materials in here or the manager will provide that for you if you forget some days. you can simply pay for the materials. the place does take a monthly rent but it`s not much.

but for soonyoung, he wasn`t one of those people who came here for an escape from reality. he was here for you and under the influence of the biggest smile you gave him when two months ago, you and he met for the first time at a mutual friend`s birthday get together at a ramen restaurant. 

it was a very small get together. most of the participants were just graduates or drop-outs who worked part-times like soonyoung and you for some pocket money until you get a proper job.

when you saw him at the door of this art club two weeks later after that night, he was an awkward mess. he was confused and giving nervous laughter whenever you tried to make him comfortable. you were apparently working as a helper in this art club. most of the times, you help the people who came here by cleaning the brushes for them, cleaning after they leave away any paint splashes or cut out craft papers scattered on the floor or table. sometimes, you helped the people themselves who weren`t that expert in crafting, or drawing.

you liked crafting yourself so you always stuck to helping people who came to craft. painting and drawing isn`t something you were that talented so you avoided them most of the times.

it was quite evident why soonyoung stuck to crafting to himself. he wanted to get as much closure to you as he can. he was a nervous wreck already and it was quite hard for him to talk to you in the eye.

you were like the brightest thing in the room. when he would lift up his face to take a glimpse of you, everything faded in the background, everything becomes something of a blurred image except for you. soonyoung always looked forward to the free schedules on his calendar so that he can see you again. at first, he felt like he was back to school, having a crush on someone from the next class. it was thrilling yet a sad experience because he wasn`t quite sure how to approach you because he had never felt like this with anyone.

soonyoung was worried if his feelings will be able to reach you, will they get a chance to live inside you. he was worried if he`ll be able to grow out of this feeling he has built inside his heart. some days, it gets quite impossible to ignore them, some days it flows like a river. he has been to the clubs a few days and did absolutely nothing but stayed nibbling at various art papers and catch glimpses of you. you, on the other hand, never came to him because obviously, it was a rule that you can only go or approach the visitors only when they call for you and soonyoung, apparently didn`t have anything to ask related to craft so he could never call you. heck, he didn`t know the c in the craft forget doing things that creative. that`s why most of the times, he would waste away his time just catching glimpses of you from afar or when you talked to someone at the table, just give you the most dedicated undivided attention through his ears.

but today soonyoung was hesitating. he was witnessing a fight within himself. a part of him wanted to call you and ask how to make a rose and half of him is telling to stop embarrassing himself in front of you. that once it`s done, once he has said it all and you reject him by any chance, it would be completely over. he would suffer from his first unrequited love for his lifetime. he will never forget about you because you are his first love.

but the youtube tutorial wasn`t helping him at all. when you were doing a silent round around the table, you caught soonyoung kind of struggling. he was sighing listlessly, licking his already chapped lips (obviously from too much licking previously). he looked all over the place but he wasn`t calling for you which kind of frustrated you a bit.

soonyoung had always been the silent craft guy who would always sit at the end of the long table and was obviously bad at the craft itself. you thought maybe instead of meditating, this was the best he could do.

you decided this thing he was trying to make was going nowhere. so you came across his seat and instantly dropped down to act like you were picking up a pencil. you threw the pencil in your pocket a bit against his chair. soonyoung noticed instantly what was happening right beside him and he froze right there.

but as soon as you looked up from the place where the manager won`t be able to see you, you whispered to soonyoung for the first time today, “do you need help?” you moved your eyes towards the paper in his hand, pointing that you want to help him with that.

soonyoung, who was previously a little confused now said in a low voice, “i think i can do it.”

“it`s been two hours, the club will close in 20 minutes. let me help you so that we can accomplish what you`re trying to do.” you said back to him, pushing his buttons a bit.

soonyoung, when he heard what you said looked down at you with a face of realization. the way you said it made it seem like you were talking about how he can help you confess whatever he feels for you, that time is running out and things will flow like as usual and it might be too late for this feeling to grow in a pair and not one-sided.

he nodded at you.

“you`ve to call my name,” you whispered back to him.

soonyoung looked around the room a bit and called your name.

you sat beside him with a rose coloured craft paper showing him how to fold the corners to make it into a rose. soonyoung was for the first time giving every bit of his attention to the creation under construction with your hands.

he was following the instructions as you say to him and after almost ten minutes when the rose was a success, his face broke into a smile. you turned around and faced him in your seat. soonyoung held the rose with the toothpick acting as the stem in his hand. he was looking at the rose with heart eyes and he turned his body a bit towards you, but his mind was somewhere else. his head blanks out for a second and he had no idea what he was about to do.

his heart just decided to take a lead and he lifted his hand up to put the rose behind your ear. soonyoung looked at the rose, at how it looked more pretty now that it`s sitting on your earlobe. his smile never left his face, instead, it was more evident as his eyes became thin crescents on his face. as his hand started dropping from your ear, his fingertips brushed against your cheek which made you look him in the eye.

soonyoung, as he felt the skin under his fingertips, broke from his daze. he looked at you in dismay, he was absolutely scared at that moment of what he had done. his head moved fast and hung low. his palms rubbing on his thighs and his eyes moving from one side to another. he didn`t know a single thing to fixate his eyes on.

“thank you,” soonyoung heard a familiar voice, “thank you for gifting me your first rose.”

soonyoung snapped his head at your direction, “what? i mean, i`m sorry. i shouldn`t have done that―”

“am i getting more of this from next time?” you asked him, breaking his words in halves, “you`re going to make more of this for me, right?”

“huh?” soonyoung voice was lost, his head was somewhere else. suddenly he was void of any words, reactions. his mouth was half-open, his eyes were slightly wide.

“you`re making more of this for me, right?” you took the rose from above your ear and placed it right in the chest pocket of your t-shirt. the rose looked vibrant on your bland faded yellow t-shirt.

“if you want then…” soonyoung tried saying, still unsure how to process all this.

“i want all the roses you make, soonyoung,” you said his name making him know that you know him and what this rose meant for both of you, you wanted to make it loud and clear by saying his name, “it`s only because you gave me your first, i want to have it all.” you looked at him and smiled.

soonyoung could do absolutely nothing but smile back at you shyly and know that some firsts of his like this first love which resonated with this first rose will eventually be a first for you too. all he wished for at that moment is for his feelings to reach you and looking at how you kept the rose on top of your heart, soonyoung saw a bit of hope.

fin.

[goldenkamuyhunting]

Quick outline of the changes in Golden Kamuy Vol 21

Here is a general outline of the more relevant changes that take place in Vol 21 compared to the magazine. Note that as usual I won’t dig into minor changes or redraws unless they seem to be relevant for the plot or characterization (or I really like them).

Also, to better let you understand some scenes or from where they come out, in some scenes I replaced the Japanese test with either the scanlation test or an appropriate translation (most of them courtesy of Lusetoj). Remember that this is merely an informative post and you’re actually supposed to support Golden Kamuy and buy the volume, either in Japanese or in your country’s language and that no, I don’t know if I’ll do a similar post for vol 22.

This is just because they changed so many relevant things here I wanted people to be able to follow them as they might affect future chapters and our understanding of them.

So now let’s start.

We spend a moment on the cover, which sees the return of Tanigaki on it.

Tanigaki is kind of a surprise as in the past after a cover with Sugimoto we always had a cover with Asirpa.

Of course the first time we had a group of 8 volumes before we had a cover with Sugi again but the second time we had 9 so it’s possible the cover for Vol 19 with Kiro was a last minute change.

Maybe the Sugimoto cover was meant for vol 19, with Asirpa on 20 and, yes, Tani on 21. We’ll see if Tsurumi will be on 22. Otherwise it’s possible to specualte the cover order is purely coincidental.

It’s also worth to mention that the backcover this time have Cikapasi (in the past it has Nihei).

On a personal note I would have preferred if it was Cikapasi who was on the front cover as in this volume he’s more relevant than Tanigaki but whatever, overall Tanigaki in the whole story has more importance and more fans than Cikapasi so okay, I get why Noda preferred to have him on the back.

We then move to the colour page.

It’s the colour cover of chap 193. In Vol 20 I wondered if Noda would use it later. Well, now it’s later, I guess.

A colour cover that was in the chapters included in this volume and that instead go lost is the one of chap 203.

The one of chap 205 was included in vol 20 so it’s not lost.

It seems in this volume there’s no short summary.

Now something really noteworthy while in the past volumes included 10 chapters, this one includes 11, the last presenting heavvy changes... but we’ll get there later.

Other chapters too saw the addition of extra pages and panels to expand scenes that already were in  the magazine version so we can better understand what’s going on and of scenes that are redrawn, either to improve their quality, correct mistakes or add to the plot.

Note I’m not going to add them all but only those which are plot relevant (or that I particularly like).

Let’s start with chap 201.

Chap 201 is one of the most tame in terms of changes.

We can see that in the cover Ogata and Tanigaki now have their rifles and Koito his sword.

I was wondering if, now that vol 20 changed things so that Tsukishima was present when Ogata called Koito ‘barchonok’, hearing Koito asking about the word would ring a warning bell in his head but that’s not the case. The scene is as it was in the magazine.

The image of Vasily gets redraw so that some particulars are improved and his colours now matches with the ones he has in the other chapters.

The one relevant change in this chapter for me is in the final page. In the magazine Sugimoto had light in his eyes, now the light is no more.

Who has heard me or @chibivesicle​ ramble about the relevance of characters’ having light in their eyes know that we think when they have none is clearly a bad sign. Sugimoto is in full murder mode and Noda wanted us to see it (and he’s also holding the miso better but okay, this is not plot relevant).

The move to chap 202.

Not much is changed in this chap.

They only added some shading to Asirpa’s face in this scene in which Tani told her they couldn’t move because, if the sniper was Ogata, then the target was Asirpa, to imply how this affect her.

Poor Asirpa, a friend of her is under attack and she’s made aware it’s due to her this is happening. Noda did great to underline how this affected her.

We move to chap 203, which, as mentioned before lost its colour cover.

We’ve then a change, instead than a man in the sledge, the ones passing through the street are a man with his whole family all of them on a single horse, a dosanko, a particularly strong Hokkaido horse.

Sugimoto’s sentence as he spoke to Vasily was changed as well.

In the magazine he said something along the line of how ‘when I think to myself that the world Asirpa is seeing has me in it... I feel like I became clean somehow and can be saved.’

Now instead he says this:

The change fits more with what Asirpa will later say in chap 206 which in the magazine originally seemed merely Asirpa’s interpretation of Sugimoto’s words when now is a direct reference to them.

Noda added the Russian version of the sentences Tsukishima said to Vasily and to Sofia and Svetlana’s dialogue. Gansoku though still talk in Japanese and Sofia talk in Japanese to him as well.

Noda also added three small panels of Gansoku, fighting and showing his delight at being hit.

We continue with chap 204.

Chap 204 expands the Tanigaki/Cikapasi scene. Originally, when Cikapasi wondered if Inkarmat was well Tani said only he was sure she was and that they should go visit her when they were to get back. Now he talks about a telegram saying she’s well to which Cikapasi is delighted, with Tani now implying visiting her should be the first thing they’ll do once back.

When Tsukishima talks with Vasily they added the Russian version of his words.

Girel also looks slightly different.

There’s also some minor redrawing but, as you can see though, the changes aren’t really big.

So let’s move on chap 205.

There are some changes in what Sugimoto says to Tsukishima.

In the magazine Tsukishima urged Sugimoto to act because Tsurumi was about to come and Sugimoto replied although he’s sure hadn’t met Tsurumi yet he didn’t believe Asirpa would open up to a man like him. In the volume Tsukishima’s comment is cut and Sugimoto mentions Asirpa’s name when he says he’s sure she hadn’t met Tsurumi yet instead that when he says she wouldn’t open up to him.

Among the minor redrawing I found fun how ‘director Asirpa’ now also has a fitting hat.

Node decided to remove Asirpa calling the guys 3rd rate actors. She’s also not salivating anymore.

He also removed the ‘hey Inaba’ from this scene. I think the idea is to paint Asirpa as less of a rude director.

In place of Asirpa saying ‘We’ll do a story about the Kamuy’, Noda added a minor infobox about the tales of Pananpe and Penanpe.

For some weird reason Noda also redraw the scene in which Tanigaki hit the ground. It’s not relevant, I’m just sharing it because he changed Tani’s pose a lot... not really sure why as it doesn’t seem Tanigaki is making an effort to shield himself, unless it’s some sort of reference to another series.

And so to chap 206 we go.

It’s worth to note in this chap Girel is drawn same as in the magazine, in short he doesn’t wear anymore the glasses Noda geve him for the volume version.

Among the redraws I find worth to mention how not only Noda cut Shiraishi laughing at Tsukishima but changed the bit regarding Tanigaki, Cikapasi and Enonoka. It’s not just that the Tanigaki-bird flies more. In the following panel Tanigaki’s face is now visible but darkened. This remarks how Tanigaki is present in the panel, yet leaves the focus on Cikapasi and Enonoka. Tanigaki’s face is the focus of our attention in the following panel where, like in the magazine, he’s alone but his eyes are shining much more. Likely he too got emotionally involved watching that scene but those three panels are here to anticipate what will happen in chap 209, Cikapasi will choose to stay with Enonoka and leave Tanigaki.

We continue with new changes in the dialogues, specifically in what Sugimoto says to Asirpa.

While in the magazine Sugimoto gave his own interpretation of what Wilk told him ‘he said he raised you so you could fight in a war’, now he correctly reports Wilk’s words about wanting Asirpa to know how to hide and fight and that she would be the leader of the Ainu people.

He also corrected his words about Kiro. While in the magazine he just mentioned he took her to Karafuto and then died to as to push Asirpa into believing she had to think she had to fight, now he clarifies Kiro brought Asirpa to Karafuto to remind her how to break the code and died as a consequence of this (well, actually he died as a consequence of three men ganging up on him and they would have been four if Sugimoto could have a say in it). However this too, combined with what Wilk did, pushed Asirpa into thinking she had no other way but fight.

Another change is here. While before Sugimoto referred to “Stand at the head of the Ainu and die” and “Fight and kill people” as what they were telling her, now he calls all this as a curse casted upon her.

Next chap 207 & 208.

i couldn’t notice any relevant change in these chapters which is a pity as people might remember I pointed out how the skin count was wrong in them.

The same goes for chap 209.

Things start to change with chap 210.

We start tame with Koito now calling Hanazawa ‘former commander of the 7th division’ when in the magazine he called him just ‘commander of the 7th division’.

I mention this because now I wonder, who’s the commander of the division, the guy above Lieutenant colonel Yodagawa? Has such a commander be appointed? Is he in Tsurumi’s paycheck? Will he be relevant in the future?

Who knows?

Sugimoto and Asirpa’s talk is also different. Not only Shiraishi is present in the beginning and leaves after but Sugimoto replies to Asirpa’s question about what will happen to the Ainu.

Sadly Sugimoto’s idea they’ve an overwhelming advantage is a naive delusion... and maybe he too knows it and that’s why his eyes are completely black, without light. In his wish to save Asirpa he probably knows he’s sacrificing the Ainu.

This bit was also changed as in the original Tsuki didn’t mention Ogata.

This text is changed as well. In the magazine Koito said just ‘was because he wanted me to realize that we were being bade into pawns for first lieutenant Tsurumi, just like he and his father were!’

Now it mentions both Hanazawa and Ogata’s name and the sentence is visually split into two parts.

Then, although dialogues remained the same, Noda changed Tsuki’s expression in this scene. Tsuki now smiles when he says he was tricked too.

Tsuki also gets some new lines here as a flashback also expand the scene.

Noda changed a bit Tsuki here. Actually I wonder if he’s crying considering Noda added whiteness below his eyes.

Noda inverted Tsuki’s lines here as in the magazine he said:

“The first lieutenant is very skilled at saving people with “sweet lies.””

“So I don’t know what his true goal is.”

At the end of the scene Noda added Shiraishi spying them.

And so we reach chap 211... which is like a new chapter.

For start there are changes in the discussion between Sugimoto and Shiraishi here. In the magazine Shiraishi says Asirpa isn’t the Asirpa he knew anymore. In the volume he says she isn’t the Asirpa he first met.

... and here.

Koito’s expression is changed so as to show he’s not happy at all to see Tsurumi.

Now, when Tanigaki comments about how Tsurumi would let Asirpa see Huci she doesn’t say she’ll understand what kind of man Tsurumi is by looking at him. To make up for it Sugimoto says everything will go well and we get an exchange between Usami and Tsurumi showing what Tsurumi planned to do to Asirpa... clearly not even considering to listen to her demands.

As said before, the overwhelming advantage over Tsurumi, existed only in Sugimoto’s dreams.

Again Koito doesn’t look particualrly happy of being praised by Tsurumi contrary to the magazine version.

At this point the plot drastically diverges from the magazine to the point it’s no more an addition or a slight change but a real retcon and I’m not sure how Noda will deal with it in the future.

In the manga Asirpa and Tsurumi exchanged a glance, he was reminded of Wilk’s eyes and commented she had the same eyes as him. This words affect Asirpa (who previously has said she would get which sort of man Tsurumi is by looking at him, a scene removed from the volume) and, as Shiraishi throw up she prepare to toss her arrows.

In the volume instead things will go very differently... but let’s see them first.

All this is an important change as it shows Asirpa didn’t act merely due to her intuition or out of prejudice but because Tsurumi clearly acted in a manner that ended up creeping out even his own men, a manner that clearly implied he planned to part her from Sugi and keep her trapped (as he was doing with Inkarmat only in a much less friendlier environment) and that he had no friendly feelings for the Ainu and wouldn’t keep into consideration their wishes.

There’s actually much more to say about the changes but I’ll let it for a meta, if I’ll manage to write one.

Back to the changes, despite all he has heard from Tsurumi, Sugimoto now looks a lot less assertive and comfortable with Asirpa’s decision.

Tsurumi’s men are now better drawn and characterized, you can see Kikuta and Sugi now also informs them the arrows will kill them with just a scratch.

The last two pages are partially redrawn. but in them Asirpa also gets the chance to better clear up her position. Tsurumi also immeditely sends his men after her.

Anyway the volume ends here.

Enonoka do the thanks but her image is so tiny as Noda has used up all the pages he had hence the poor quality.

Anyway that’s all. As usual I recommend everyone to get the volume as it’s much better than the magazine version.

[babykyunbun]

Royal beauty||Lim Changkyun

🌜Pairing🌛: Prince!Lim Changkyun and princess!F-reader

🌜Summery🌛: smut, fluff and minor angst. Royalty au!, arranged marriage au!, unprotected sex (please wrap it up, be safe),honestly I don’t know what else put in the summery. Just please read it♡

Also please listen to scent while reading this, I listened to this bop on repeat while writing it and yES💋

I’ve been thinking about this forEVER. I’ve been working on this for about 2 weeks now so I hope it’s good:))Also my read more links don’t work So I’m sorry about that “-“

I also mention cucumber, minhyuk if you see this I’m sorry please don’t attack me

~~~~~~~~~

You sat with a scowl on your face, playing with the food on your plate. Your body hunched over, in a lazy manner. The words leaving the boys lips making your head ache, you couldn’t deal with this. You huffed, pushing your plate away before resting your head on your hands. You definitely looked like an immature child and you didn’t care.

“Elbows off the table y/n, back straight, a smile on your face would be great. Don’t be disrespectful” your fathers voice bellowed through the large hall. You lifted your head up noticing everyone’s eyes on you, again you huffed and did what you were told. Rolling your eyes about 20 times in the process.

“Please eat y/n, our cook made this just for you” your mother whispered to you, giving you a smile before going back to the conversation she was having. You picked up your fork and scooped up a piece of sweet corn, eating it then pushing the plate away. Changkyun was watching, his temper rising at your unpalatable manner.

“You either eat and treat our guests with veneration or you can go to our room and stay there” changkyun spoke, picking up his glass of wine before taking a sip. Glaring at you with dark eyes. You felt intimidated but you’d never show that. His dark eyes leaving a shiver running through your body.You let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head.

“Sorry, am I not being the perfect fucking princess for you?” You chuckle out, rolling your eyes. You hear a loud bang coming from the other side of the table where your father sat.

“That’s it y/n, I’ve had enough of your rudeness. No profanity will happen in these walls.please leave this table”your eyes widen at your fathers words. You look over at changkyun, shaking your head again before getting up. Picking the sides of your gown up before walking to the large oak door. You bow at the guards before walking out, moving slightly over to the left so no one could see you. Listening in to see if anyone would mention something about your attitude.

“I’m very sorry about that my kind guests, I don’t know what has gotten into her. I’m also very sorry changkyun, she will apologise for her words” you walked away before you could hear anymore. He had your parents wrapped around his little finger, it’s disgusted you.

He wasn’t like the other princes you had met, he was cocky and had way too much self love. It’s like he only cared about himself and his appearance, you honestly didn’t see what your parents saw in him.

🌜~~~~~~~~~~🌛

You were already asleep when changkyun came to bed, your body wrapped in the silky sheets. He noticed your reddened cheeks, like you had been crying. His heart slowly dropped, the feeling of sorrow ran through his body. He only treated you the way you treated him, oh he wished he could wrap you up in his arms and treat you like a queen. He knew that wasn’t happening any time soon though.

After he had rid himself of his blue suit, he climbed into bed next to you,Facing your direction. His hand coming to dust the hair out of your face, so he could see you better. A small smile forming on his lips. His hand moved to yours, lacing his fingers with yours.

“You are beautiful my princess”he whispered, closing his eyes waiting for sleep to consume him. If only he had knew the moment he walked in you awoken.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, and for once something he said didn’t get on your nerves. You wanted to hear more of it.

🌜~~~~~~~~~~🌛

6:03 AM

The clock reads (does that make sense?), you groan sitting up slightly. Removing the arm wrapped around your waist carefully, you let out a chuckle at man in front of you. His face smashed against the pillow, slobber running down his chin. Still feeling slightly giddy from last night.

You’re honestly shocked at how your demeanour has changed with him. You wanted to punch him a couple of hours ago, now you wanted to repay him for everything you did.

You slowly rose out of bed, careful of the sleeping changkyun. So today, to say sorry you are going to make him breakfast. Well try.

After putting on a simple, short yellow dress followed but a cute little apron you make your way to the kitchens. Greeting Elizabeth, one of the best cake makers around, before getting the ingredients for the Changkyuns feast.

“So, what are you doing in the kitchens princess?” Liz asks you with a questioning gaze, in her hands a tray filled with cute little fondant butterflies. You turn around, showing her the piece of pork you had been cutting into thin slices.

“I’m making my husband breakfast, to say sorry for my tasteless attitude” you say, a small smile gracing your lips at your choice of word to call him. A loud gasp fills the kitchen, the sound of the tray hitting the table followed soon after. You turn to look, she had the most wide eyes. Her mouth wide open and her hands clutching her apron.

“Who are you? What have you done with the princess? I thought you hated his guts”She rapped out, still her expression not changing. You let out a small giggle, shaking your head at her.

“I’ve been too hard on him liz, it’s time for me to change. He’s not as bad as I thought” you say, letting out a small sigh. Continuing on with cutting the bacon.

“See, i knew you would see it. You two are perfect for each other” She giggles, rubbing your shoulder before walking away to finish her tasks.

🌜~~~~~~~~~~🌛

You carefully push the cart filled with palatable food, not wanting to ruin your creations. Making your way to your bedroom, you swiftly open the door. Getting a little too excited. A squeak leaving your lips as you see changkyun, wide awake with a book in his hands. Cute circled glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“U-um goodmorning changkyun” you whisper, pushing the trolley closer to the bed. Running your hands down your dress before sitting down next to him. You divert your eyes to look at his face, noticing the way his plump lips form into a smile.

“Goodmorning to you too princess, did you make this. It looks divine” his voice raspy from just waking up. It always affected you, making you rub your thighs together. You nod your head, reaching your hand out to grip a slice of cucumber. Popping it into your mouth.

“I just want to say sorry for my actions, my words, just for treating you badly” you say, letting your gaze fall to the floor. You feel his hand grip yours, lacing your fingers together.

“I understand why you treated me like that, no one would be happy if their parents arranged them a marriage when they didn’t want one. Please don’t apologise” he says as his other hand comes up to softly grip the side of your face. Pulling your head to the side so you could look at him. Your whole body froze, your heart beating 30 times a second.

He places a chaste kiss to your parted lips, his eyes staying closed for a second longer after pulling away from you. You still felt his breath on your lips, letting you know he was still close. You opened your eyes, meeting his. Your heart melting at the chocolate coloured eyes that stared into yours.

“I want you” you whisper out, panic running through your body the second the sinful words left your lips. You go to pull away but again his lips press yours. A deep moan leaving him in the process. Your hand running up to grip his hair, pulling at the soft strands.

He slowly pushes you down onto the silk Comforter,wrapping his large hands around your thighs were your dress had bunched up. The scent of him wrapping you up and consuming you making your head a little fuzzy.

You grind your hips up into him, relishing in the sound of his muffled groans. Your tongues intertwining perfectly with each other. It felt like heaven.

He broke away, his breathing heavy just like yours. You felt your heart stop, he’s preposessing. The way his hair fell against his forehead so beautifully, his lips slightly chapped but still so kissable.

“You’re so beautiful my princess” again those words that made you fall head over heels for him, making your heart swoon. You giggle, looking around the room so you don’t meet his eyes.

“Look at me, while I take you and make you mine” he growls, placing a wet kiss to your neck. His hands running down to bunch more of your dress up so he could see you. His fingers rubbing you other the thin material of your panties. Your cheeks heating up at his actions, small little whimpers leaving your cherry red lips.

A groan leaving his lips as he started to feel your panties dampen, with your essence. The way your whines got higher in pitch, he didn’t bother shushing you. You sounded angelic, the best music he’s ever heard. His fingers wrap around the band of your panties pulling them down slowly until they slid off.

“Keep the dress on, it’s adorable” he giggles out, rubbing the cotton fabric in between his fingers. He pulls away from you, climbing off of the bed. He pulls his shorts down, revealing his hard cock to you. A pang of heat burning in your tummy, making a long moan leave you.

“Please, my husband I need it”you beg, running your hand down your stomach then to your heat. Rubbing your pulsating clit, Letting your head fall back against the pillow.

Changkyun swore he’d never seen something more mouth watering than what he was witnessing now. He wanted to shred every inch of the innocence away from you, make you his, make you scream his name. So everyone heard it, so everyone in the palace knew you belong to him.

“You ready baby” his voice soft now, in a comforting way. You let out a little “yes”, nodding your head. He places one last kiss to your lips before pushing into you slowly. A loud cry leaving your lips at the stretch, your hands clawing at his soft skin.

“Shh, shh you’re okay baby” he whispers, smothering your neck in wet kisses. Dampening your hot skin. He pauses his movements, letting you adjust to his size.

After a couple of minutes, he slowly bucks into you, listening to your loud heavenly moans that filled the room. Building up speed gradually.

The sounds of skin on skin, your cries, Changkyuns deep growls was all that was heard that morning. Everything else seemed to stop.

You were in heaven, a heaven you wanted to be in for a life time.

Changkyun was your heaven.

[starrystarker]

five times that peter parker succeeded in seducing older men and one time that he didn't

contains: 2.4k of winterspider, mentioned pain play, mentioned (once) homophobia, anal beads, 20% plot 80% porn

part one | part two

part three: james "bucky" buchanan barnes aka the winter soldier

***

Peter looked at his reflection in the mirror. It wasn't hard to get Nathan, the TA, to rough him up a little. The older man had asked him out multiple times but with no avail. When Peter asked him to look over his essay (in his office, perhaps), he was ecstatic. Peter thought he was about to pop a boner right there.

From there, it was almost too easy to get Nathan to leave bruises here and there, litter hickeys and bite marks all over his neck, and grab at his legs way too hard. Hard enough to leave handprints. All it took was a little "bite me, Nathan!" and "want you to mark me up, daddy-" and "choke me, please" and here he was.

Peter looks over his outfit, simple this time around: a white sweater tucked into grey sleep shorts. He thought white and lighter colours would bring out the dark purples and reds of the marks, which are quite literally all over his body. Lifting the hem of his shorts, Peter studies the hand-shaped bruises on his upper thighs. Nathan's hands were huge. Even though Peter's thighs aren't thick, the bruises covered the entire front of them.

Tilting his head, Peter runs a finger down the exposed column of his neck, and winces as his nail catches on a healing, but not quite, bite mark. As Peter's taking a closer look at the marks on his neck, he realizes that they extend all the way down to his collarbone. He pulls the neck of his sweater down a little, and lets out a small gasp as the fabric reveals many more grape-sized hickeys that are dark red. God, how hard did he suck?

The door to the bathroom opens and Peter whips his head around so fast that if he had longer hair, he surely would've hit himself with it.

"B-Bucky!" Peter stammers, quickly letting go of his sweater, pulling it up in a futile attempt to hide the marks and failing spectacularly. Truly, he deserves at least a Teen Choice Award.

The man grunts, not bothering to say hello verbally before marching right up to Peter and grabbing his sweater, tugging it down to reveal more marks. He jabs a finger at Peter's neck. "Wh-" he starts before looking down and taking in the marks on the boy's thighs. "What the fuck?"

"Um-" Peter says, cut off by Bucky.

"No. No talking. You're gonna tell me who did this, then you're gonna stay here." Bucky demands, tilting Peter's head to take a closer look at the bruises on his neck.

"What? No." Peter laughs, gently pushing the man's hand away. "I'm not telling you."

"I don't think you understand, kid. That wasn't a request. Whoever hurt you deserves to pay-"

Peter starts laughing, loud guffaws echoing in the large bathroom, doubling over to slap at his knees.

“Bucky, no, that’s not it.” Peter laughs again, even more so at the confused look on the assassin’s face. “I mean, don't get me wrong, I love that I have a trained assassin ready to beat up anyone who hurts me, but this is different.”

Bucky raises his eyebrow. “Different how?”

“I liked it.” Peter watches realization dawn on the older man’s face. He continues nonchalantly. “In fact, I asked him to do it.”

“Him?” Bucky asks, face giving away absolutely nothing. “I didn't know you swung that way. No pun intended.”

“I swing both ways, actually. And yeah, it’s not really information I share. Can’t you just see the headlines? Spider-Man Revealed to be ALSO GAY! Yeah, I don't think so.” Peter says as Bucky backs up a couple steps, no longer worked up over the marks on Peter. Or so it seems.

“I think that’s fine,” Bucky murmurs, staring at one particular spot on Peter’s neck. “More than fine, in fact.” These words are said so quietly that Peter’s sure that without his heightened senses, he wouldn't have heard them at all.

“What?” Peter says, pretending not to have heard.

“Nothing. Chap left lots of bruises, huh?” Bucky says, dragging his gaze from Peter’s neck all the way down to the handprints on his thighs.

“Yeah, I dunno. I just really like the feeling.” Peter muses, staring at his feet. “I think you started it, actually, Bucky.”

“I- what?” The older man says, momentarily stunned.

“Yeah, like, uh, a couple months ago, when we were sparring.” Peter says, looking back up at Bucky. The man’s eyes are positively glowing. They put Edward Cullen’s to shame, Peter decides.

“You, uh, grabbed my arm, a-and flipped me around,” Peter says, taking a step towards the older man. “I landed on my stomach, and y-you were still grabbing my arm.”

Bucky looks thoughtful, probably trying to remember this particular spar.

“You pulled a little bit, like you were- you were gonna break my arm.” Peter says quietly. “I got scared. I-It hurt- a little! Just a little!” He reassures Bucky, who looks like he’s just heard a story about Peter’s dog dying.

“And, um, I guess y-you got a flashback, or something? Then Mr. Rogers came in and pulled you, uh, off of me.” Peter finishes lamely. “But after that,” he covers his face, unable to look at Bucky as he utters out the last part. “I, uh, went straight to my room and I- I jerked off. I know it sounds really weird, but-” Peter pauses to take a peek at Bucky’s reaction, peeking from in between his fingers. He lets out a little sigh of relief when he sees that the older man doesn’t look disgusted with him. And if he is, well, at least he’s not showing it.

“-but I- I came harder than I’ve ever done before. And I did it while thinking about-” Peter stops. He takes a small step towards Bucky. “B-Bucky? A-Are you grossed out? Y-You think I-I'm disgusting, d-don't you?” Peter sniffles, wiping a tear away with the back of his hand.

“Are you sure?” Bucky says quietly, and Peter almost misses it.

“What?” Peter says, not sure if he heard right.

“Are you sure?” Bucky says, a little louder this time as he cradles Peter’s face with his good hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“Sure about what?” Peter asks, brows furrowing. He’s so afraid that he was reading this all wrong, that Bucky doesn't like him like that.

“Sure about me.” Bucky whispers. “I lost control when I was sparring with you, Peter.”

“Buck. Bucky,” Peter says, glad that he didn't read this one wrong, chortling through his tears.

"Look at you," Bucky says, grabbing Peter's shoulders lightly and looking him up and down. "You're beautiful. You can do better than me."

Peter huffs, cups Bucky’s face in his hands, and pulls him down to meet their lips together. Peter swirls his tongue around Bucky’s, then pulls away. The older man looks dazed, staring at Peter hungrily, his eyes wild.

“There. That’s it. Do you want me or not?” Peter pouts, crossing his arms. “Because I want you, Bucky.”

There’s a low growl from Bucky, and then Peter’s being lifted. He hooks his legs around the man’s waist, the height perfect for Peter to just tilt his head down and press his lips to Bucky’s.

“God, I've been wanting this for so long,” Peter moans in between kisses. Bucky sits them down on the bed, and the boy immediately pushes him down onto his back, then moves to lie on top of him, kissing him fiercely. Bucky slips his tongue in and out of Peter’s mouth, teasing him, riling him up, and he wants to record the high whine that the action draws from Peter’s lips so he can play it over and over again, on repeat, after this is over.

They pull away from each other eventually, a string of spit connecting their lips. Peter licks it from his bottom lip, watching Bucky follow the movement intently.

“I- I want you to use something on me,” Peter whispers, watching for Bucky’s reaction. The man seems mildly curious. He gets off of Bucky and the bed, grabs the black anal beads from a box under his bed, and tentatively hands it to Bucky, who sits up to receive it.

“Um, y-you know what this is, right?” Peter asks, looking up at the older man.

“Do you have lube?” Bucky asks, holding the string of beads in his palm.

“C-Could you use spit?” Peter blushes. “I- I like it better when- when they use spit.”

“Huh. Okay.” Bucky says, brows raised. “Well, strip then.”

Peter blushes again then starts stripping, almost tripping when he goes to kick his pants off. He hesitates as he’s about to take off his boxers, and Bucky must sense his hesitation.

“I’ll turn away, if that makes you feel better.” Bucky teases.

The boxers and shirt come down quickly after that. He lies down face up on the bed, squirming a little, covering his dick with his hands.

“You good?” Bucky asks, still facing away from Peter.

“Yeah.” Peter’s voice cracks. Wincing, he watches Bucky slowly turn around to look at him, sprawled out on the bed. The older man takes his time looking at Peter, gaze lingering especially long at his crotch. He lowers himself down on Peter gently, pressing a kiss to the boy’s nose.

“You’re gorgeous.” Bucky whispers, pressing a trail of kisses from his nose all the way to his belly button, slowly moving down. He goes further south, pressing kisses to the backs of Peter’s hands, still covering his crotch. “Will you let me see your cock, baby?” Bucky murmurs, pressing kisses everywhere around where Peter’s hands are. He nuzzles at the boy’s crotch, drawing little gasps, before Peter moves his hands to fist at Bucky’s hair. The boy's little cocklet jumps erect, no longer being held down by his hands.

"Baby, is that why you didn't want to show me?" Bucky coos as he strokes Peter's tiny cocklet. "Because you're embarrassed of your cute little cock?"

“N-No-” Peter stammers, feeling a drop of precum pool at the head of his cock.

“So cute. So tiny,” Bucky murmurs. Peter blushes, humiliated at his size. “Not even really a cock. Just a small little hairless cocklet. I’m gonna play with it later, okay? Now turn around.” Bucky commands.

Peter flips onto his stomach obediently. He feels Bucky’s tongue nudge at his hole, an insistent pressure. Just as soon as the tongue enters, it pulls away. Bucky spits at his hole, and a finger pushes in instead. The stretch feels fucking amazing, and even though it’s just one finger, it stretches like if Peter had three of his own in.

Bucky twists his finger around, trying to widen the opening for a second finger to enter. He adds a second finger, then a third, and how full Peter feels has moans and whimpers escaping his lips. The older man’s fingers are nowhere near his prostate but he feels like he’s about to cum anytime now, feels so on edge.

“Look at you, a whimpering mess, all because of three fingers. I'm stretching you all loose, baby, all sloppy for me.” Bucky murmurs, enjoying watching Peter squirm at the words. “How are you gonna keep the beads in with a loose hole, baby? You gonna clench your ass real tight?”

Peter clenches his ass at the words, and Bucky groans, imagining that hole clenching around his cock, the wet heat engulfing his length.

“I think you’re ready for the beads, baby.” The words barely register in Peter’s mind as the first bead pushes into his hole, the lewd squelching sound making him blush. The second and third beads are increasingly larger, and Peter shuts his eyes, scrunching up his nose. He can hardly wait for the pressure that is when the final bead is pushed in, the biggest bead, but for now, the process is torturous.

“Look at your hole, baby, so stretched out by my fingers. Your ass is swallowing the beads like it’s hungry.” Bucky coos, pushing the fifth bead into Peter. He’s starting to feel the pressure, the weight in his ass, and it’s fucking delicious.

“M-More, Bucky-” Peter whimpers, wanting the biggest bead in him as soon as possible.

The older man complies, pushing in the last two beads speedily. “You ready for the last one, baby?” Bucky rasps, watching Peter’s fluttering hole raptly.

“Y-Yes, give it to me-” Peter moans, the beads rubbing against each other in his ass, pressing at his prostate with every movement. He tightens his ass around the beads, forcing them deeper, making room for the biggest bead. Whining, he feels the beads knocking around his walls, a constant pressure on his prostate now.

“You sure, baby? You look awfully full.” Bucky teases, bringing the last bead to his entrance but not quite pushing it in.

“Bucky, please! I can do it, I can take it-” Peter wails as the older man pushes the biggest bead into his ass with some difficulty. The last bead looks like it’s about to burst out of Peter anytime, but Peter sucks in his stomach, clenches his ass, and his hole swallows the biggest bead with a wet pop.

“Baby,” Bucky grunts, flipping Peter onto his back. “So good for me, taking whatever I give you.” Bucky runs his hand over the boy’s belly, protruding just the slightest bit from the beads. He massages Peter’s stomach, almost, and Peter is writhing, every stroke of Bucky’s hands making the beads roll onto his prostate, making the beads press against his rim.

Peter’s sweating, the blinding pleasure of pressure on his special spot making his head swim dizzily, and he mumbles some sort of warning to Bucky before he’s crying out, “B-Bucky! O-Oh god, oh god-” and spurting all over his stomach.

“Good boy, so good for me, baby,” Bucky whispers to Peter as the boy rides out his orgasm. “I'm gonna pull these out now, honey.”

Peter nods weakly, eyes bleary and brain fuzzy from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just had. He feels a light tug at the string of beads in him.

“Peter, baby, you gotta relax.” Bucky murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss at the tip of his cocklet. “Relax. It’s okay, sweetie, just relax, I’ve got you-” and he pulls the biggest bead out, the wet squelching loud and lewd. “It’s alright, the biggest one is out, baby.”

The rest come out easily, Bucky tugging lightly at the string. He puts his knees on either side of Peter, who’s still close to passing out.

“Thank you, Buck.” Peter mumbles, before falling asleep in the man’s arms.

***

taglist: @petecake @winter-starker @loki-iwanttobeking @thotticusmaxximus @briesb1tch @starkerfilth @reniisbooks @starkerthanreality @carttorchdeatth @sam-christo @loki-helmet @narutoyaoifans @venom-fucker @tony-is-my-daddy @fandommenagerie @shinycreatoroafbonk @strawberryparkers @deliciousflapbanditfarm @silkystark @kaddiisarat @peterpissparker @oh-my-starker

let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!

ps. also would be a great help if someone could tell me how to insert a keep reading on tumblr mobile. i hate to make yall scroll past 2.4k but i spent an hour trying to figure it out and nothing worked. help would be greatly appreciated!!!

[f1united]

ceo luke/calum part 2

Summary: You are Luke’s PA and have a thing for his rival Calum after meeting him in a bar one night but you don’t know who he is

It had gone 8  by the time you had finished getting the day's work done due to the slow start with the computers this morning. Luke had let everyone go on time at 5 but you thought that you might as well stay and finish what else you had left to do. You had plans to meet the girls for some drinks later in the evening but that was about it. Finishing your work meant that there was no need to worry about getting it done over the weekend and you could just relax.

Placing the last few pens and pencils that were strewed over the desk into the holder, you switched off your computer for the evening and smiled stupidly at the screen, happy that you managed to get things finished. You looked down at your phone and saw that you had a text from Luke.

6:10 - You better have left that office

6:39 - You haven't have you?

7:27 - Hellooooo

8:12 - Let me know when you leave and have a nice evening x

Even though Luke was your boss you did have a good relationship with him. He would usually be the last one to leave with you but he had a family meal and they insisted that he couldn't miss it. You didn't mind. You always had a laugh with him when he was there and the time seemed to pass quicker but there was always times when he had meetings and appointments elsewhere. You were used to it by now.

You headed to the toilet before you left, locking your office door behind you. The office was strange when it was empty. Usually you were met with the sound of typing keys and light chatter. The atmosphere was intense at certain times but when it was just you and Luke in the office you could relax and be yourself. Opening the door to the toilets you could smell the cleaning products that had been recently used.

After sorting yourself out you placed your bag on the side and pulled out your phone. This time you had another text, not from Luke.

G - you still coming tonight? We're opposite the Syd Inn x

You replied a quick 'yeah I'll be 20 mins' and sent Luke a quick text saying 'Leaving now, have a good night x'. The hotter weather outside meant the AC had been on in the office so you rummaged around for some kind of lip product to save you chapped lips. You pulled out a red lipstick and applied it. Even though it wasn't a colour that you usually went for you were really loving it. The drive home didn't last long. The pub your friends were going to was a 5 minute walk from your place. You could basically see it from your building.

Upon arrival, you realised that at some point you should probably have changed your clothes, maybe even just your shoes. Your friends were all in heels a tight dresses. You noticed them sat at a table near the front of the bar. Walking over you greeted them all, giving them each a hug before taking a drinks order and heading to the bar.

You placed yourself near one of the tills at the bar and waited for someone to serve you. You looked around at the newly decorated walls. The old damp carpet had been replaced too, giving the place a brighter, cosy atmosphere. No wonder it was packed.

"What can I get for you, sweetheart" You looked up and smiled at the bartender. He must've been in his 50's, maybe even the landlord.

"Two vodka and cokes, a pink gin and lemonade, one Bud, one Peroni and 5 Jagerbombs please"

"No problem darling" After handing him the money, you very carefully carried the drinks back to the table. You were met with a chorus of 'Ayyyyyyy's as you placed the tray down.

"Here's to a good night" Everybody clinked their glasses before downing the shot and picking up their drink in their other hand.

----------------------------------------

A short while later, plenty of empty glasses filled the table that you girls were sat at. Mel had gone home, Rachel was putting on her coat and Kathy was holding G's hair back while she had her head in the toilet bowl. Staring at them in the reflection of the mirror you laughed before reapplying your lipstick. You were kind of feeling the red and wanted to keep it on for as long as you could. Plus it made your simple outfit seem a bit more dressy.

As everyone said their goodbyes you sat yourself at the bar to order one last drink before heading home for the night. Sitting on the empty stool, you wondered how there were still so many people ordering. It was 1am but surely people would have headed to the clubs by now. You were in the middle of thinking how you'd ended up at 22 in a bar by yourself when your thoughts were interrupted by a large hand on the bottom of your back.

The guy placed his other hand on the bar and leaned towards you. The first thing you noticed was his smell. He was the perfect mixture of cologne and freshly washed clothes. Keeping your head straight you glanced your eyes to the side and noticed he was wearing a suit. Well part of a suit, the blazer had clearly been discarded at some point of the night, cuffs unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up slightly.

"Long day at work?" he asked. You could see part of a tattoo on his arm under his shirt and couldn't help but turn your head to find out more. When you did so, you found yourself staring at the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. His lips were plump and his hair was beginning to curl slightly. His tanned skin went perfectly with his crisp white shirt which was starting to un tuck slightly showing some creases but the rest was neatly ironed. He had a faint mark on his wrist where his watch had clearly been sitting all day and his shirt tightened around his toned arms, defining his muscles. Your lips turned up in a smile. Maybe the night wasn't quite over.

---------------------------------

Part 3 out tomorrow :)

[buttercupsfrocks]

What’s on my dressing table? (aka Look at my stuff! Part 1).

Yo, tumblr. It mightn’t surprise you to learn that I’m quite keen on interior design. For some months I’ve been trying to realise some equity on my flat so I can get some work done on it. Starting with some urgent re-pointing of the outside walls. Obviously, not yet being in possession of the requisite funds isn’t the only fly in the ointment just now, but I’m allowing myself to dream about the improvements I’d like to make anyway. To this end I’ve started buying home decor magazines again, but find myself increasingly underwhelmed. I know it’s not just me. They really are duller and blander than they used to be. I have a folder full of cuttings from the first (and last) time I did up the place in the 90s, and there was so much more individuality in evidence. There was definitely a whole lot more colour. It’s the same with estate agents’ websites; I’m so bone weary of understated pearl grey show-homes I could boak. 

I blame the wave of interior design TV shows that proliferated in the noughties. Stuff like The House Doctor which, in ordering sellers to kennel their pets, stick all their belongings in the attic, and paint everything magnolia if they wanted to make a killing, created a generation of entitled, unimaginative buyers who expect every house they look at to be neutral, immaculate and devoid of the previous owner’s personality from the get-go. Time was, unless you were minted, you expected any place you could just  about afford to buy to be a minging fixer-upper by default. I watched a Netflix series not long ago in which a Canadian realtor found properties for a succession of single women and I could not believe how many of them bellyached that the kitchen didn’t have marble worktops and stainless steel appliances. Like, how about you save your pennies, like a fucking grownup, and buy your own when you’ve moved in! Jesus, I once viewed a flat that had brown suedette walls with a collection of German spiked military helmets mounted on them, but that wasn’t the reason I didn’t buy it; I simply didn’t like the layout or the hefty service charge. 

Like those snide gits who comment on one’s “brave “fashion choices, these  gumptionless dullards are guaranteed to look around a home like mine and say, “But what about when you want to sell? Aren’t you worried that your taste will put people off?” I’m not worried about it, mate, more depressed and resigned, but hey, that’s what paint’s for. In the mean time I plan to live here for the foreseeable future and I’d rather live with my taste than yours, not least since you have none. 

*and relax*

So my lovely blogger friend Veronica mentioned that she was doing a What’s On Your Dressing Table? post, and did I fancy doing one, and I thought why the devil not? So to kick off I’ll start by saying I don’t actually like my dressing table very much. Firstly because I used to have a really gorgeous 1930s one, which I was forced to give away when I moved because it was too big for the space. 

(My late dressing table. I can’t believe how little stuff there is on it!)

The other reason I hate my current one is that I didn’t reserve the most perfect - and reasonably priced - Arts and Crafts one I saw first. And I totally could have because the dealers were family friends who would absolutely have agreed to reserve it for the fifteen minutes it took me to get home and measure up. Although I rang them as soon as I had, some geezer had literally walked in off the street and nabbed it five minutes after I left. And because I urgently needed a small, preferably vintage, oak dressing table that would fit, I ended up buying this one. It’s crudely made, had been ravaged by woodworm, and more importantly, wasn’t the other one. To add insult to injury the mirror’s now bust; Not the glass but the bit that holds it together. But anyway...

...this tin, in which I keep necklaces, once contained Sharp’s toffees and came from the Jubilee Market in Covent Garden on antiques day. It looks 30s but it’s a suspiciously 50s palette so I’ve never been quite sure about its age. It was the first present I bought the flat when I moved in because the previous owner really loved baby blue and pastel pink. Because it’s quite shallow it hung on my bathroom wall for a couple of years like a decorative plate, where it looked very fetching with my turquoise bathroom suite. The only thing, incidentally, about the flat’s original decor, which I loved and happily kept.

As you can see, there’s a lot of perspex on my dressing table, and what isn’t perspex is glass. The moulded glass tray was a couple of quid from a chazza, as was the lidded dish, in which I keep my collection of Murano glass rings. 

Most of these came from charity shops too, as did the little china bird.

All my plastic bangles are on a chest of drawers opposite the bed. Only the metal ones live here. The little ceramic ring dish was made by my friend Steve, as was the little blue one on the other side of the dressing table. The perspex box contains Les Néréides brooches and necklaces, all scored in sample or flash sales over the past ten years or so. I bought the blue and gold ceramic brooch on a work trip to Loughborough. I regret I can’t remember the artist’s name and the only clue are the initials B.B on the reverse. My friend Graham bought me the horseshoe bolo tie back in the 80s. Of all the items on my dressing table it’s the oldest and I love that I’m still wearing it. You can just see this little enamel pin leaning against the mirror at the back.

It was the last prezzie my late BFF, Jane, ever sent me so it’s particularly dear to my heart. I will put it in a frame if I ever find one small enough.

This handsome devil is Boz, my first spectacularly handsome and dignified ginger boy. Get a load of the hideous sponged pink walls in the background. It was like sleeping in a summer pudding. Not for nothing was this flat known as Pink And Blue Hell when I first moved in. 

More Les Néréides sample sale bargains. I bought the box in a chazza. The plastic rings are stacked on a cut-out perspex hand. Here’s a close-up of the box on the right, which was a gift from my friend Sarah, who knows I like an aquatically themed item. It looks very much like the 1940s brooches allegedly made from the windows of ex-war planes so I’ve always assumed it was of a similar vintage. It came from the Battersea Antiques Fair many moons ago. There’s yet more plastic bits and bobs inside it.

I love this coaster which was a present from Jayne, my friend in Hastings. There’s another on the chest of drawers beside my bed, which reads “always time for a cuppa”. So true, I find.

Here’s a close up of the detail on the lid of my favourite tin, which cost me a whole 20 pence off a stall at the Hanwell Carnival in the early 90s. Like the toffee tin it contains necklaces.

There are other necklaces in the vicinity. The hook these are hanging on came from the World’s Loveliest Gift Shop (RIP).

Well, that’s pretty much it for the dressing table. Though I wanted to share this chap with you since he lives in my bedroom too...

My Staffordshire ginge! I found him in a Hastings junk shop last summer and he cost me a whole fiver. He’s since been authenticated by an antique dealer friend. I absolutely love him.

Stay tuned for a post about my china cabinet. 

Toodles!

[x-ximenas]

Love Means Trouble: Chapter 4

Prompt: Hurricane by Halsey, which you can find in this playlist.

Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, near smut and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 4,712 words

A/N: All I seem to do is apologize, i know, but college is killing me and draining me slowly -read quickly- Med school is heavy, folks. Anyways, finally finished this chapter, hallelujah!  Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just talk to me!

A/N 2: I made a NEW spotify playlist where you can find the songs I mention in the story.

// Prologue // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter //

———————————————————————————————————–

“Well, hello Circe…”

Circe's breath hitched as her name was so naturally spelt by Nikki's lips. His face held some smugness to it, he had finally cracked the code he had been waiting so desperately to crack. Her name.

"H-How?" Circe stuttered, shock clearly written on her face.

"Close your mouth, we don't want any flies going into that pretty mouth of yours, babe" Circe's mouth snapped shut after Nikki's comment.

"And... to answer your question, Tommy" as Nikki said that he flopped down on Circe's couch, who hadn't moved from the entryway nor closed the door.

"Fuck" finally, Circe reacted. She slammed the door shut, her eyes rolling at the mere thought of Tommy talking more than he should.

"I'm going to kill that kid one of these days" She muttered to herself, but Nikki heard her loud and clear.

"Well, I gotta say that if I had known that you were Tommy's Circe I would've listened to him more attentively" Nikki said teasingly, but not attempting to lighten Circe's mood.

"Did he also tell you where I live?" she questioned, ignoring his comment entirely as she went through her cabinets in search for her bottle of Jack. She knew it wasn't the best idea after last night's little trip, but she desperately needed the burn of the alcohol to wake her up.

"No, that was Vince, actually" Nikki kept on mocking her distress, enjoying the change in banter.

"I'm going to kill Barbie too then" Circe spoke louder this time, then she opened the bottle of Tequila she found, the large gulp she took made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight.

"Circe... hmmm, it fits you" Nikki said to himself after a brief moment of silence, Circe snorted before taking another drink from the bottle.

"And how do you even know it fits me? Hm?" She asked, walking out her small kitchen before sitting on the couch opposite from Nikki. Her eyebrows rested highly on her forehead, inquiry all across her features.

"I just know it does, call it... a sixth sense" Nikki smiled at her, then he took the bottle of tequila from Circe's grasp. Said action made Circe groan out loud and stand up from her place.

"Yeah, whatever. I call bluff on your sixth sense" she dismissed his comment as she took the needle off the record, trying to be as careful as she could to avoid scratching her Bauhaus' vinyl.

Nikki observed her as she gracefully moved around her apartment in search of another vinyl to play. Circe rummaged through the piles of albums, her brain not cooperating with her at the moment. She had no idea what to play and despite how unpleased she was with Nikki being at her place, she still wanted him to like the music meant to fill in the gaps.

After a few seconds of indecisiveness where Circe's brain couldn't choose between Queen's The Game and Siouxsie and the Banshees' Kaleidoscope, she finally settled for Siouxsie. Circe was delicate when placing the needle on the vinyl, she almost looked as if she was holding a breath. Nikki kept on watching her with curious eyes, his interest was rising as he followed her movements. He didn't think she would be into this kind of music, so different from what Mötley played and from what he had caught her dancing to on their last rendez-vous.

Nikki caught Circe smile to herself once the music started. The almost unnerving sound of the instruments added more tension to the atmosphere. And Siouxsie's strangely calm voice gave the atmosphere some edge.

"So, why did you never tell me your name?" Nikki said, speaking above the music without much effort.

"For fun" was Circe's short answer.

Circe looked everywhere but Nikki's direction as she reached for her pack of cigarettes. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at her, clearly tired of the game she was playing. It had been drawn out for far too long, almost half a year to be exact.

"Fun?" he questioned after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, fun" Circe shrugged before lighting her cigarette.

"You had me playing along just because you wanted some fun?" he asked. He was annoyed, but she took joy in that.

"Yeah, exactly. But you can't tell me you didn't have fun as well, can you Nikki?" she answered with a smug smile, finally feeling more in control of the situation at hand. Then, their eyes met.

Nikki's olive-coloured eyes were lit up with a strange mixture of curiosity, surprise and irritation. Said eyes were framed by his dark eyebrows, that had shot up his forehead. Contrarily, Circe's espresso-coloured eyes were filled with mischief.

"It's true, I can't" he answered, leaning back on the couch.

"But it doesn't mean I'm not tired of it"

"Pity, I was enjoying our game. So sad you're getting tired of it" Circe mocked. A fake pout barely covering the growing smirk.

"Might have to get myself someone who can actually play along" she kept on mocking. She took a puff out her cigarette before she grabbed the bottle of tequila, taking a large gulp right after.

"It's not that I can't play along, the problem here is that you're not playing fair" Nikki leaned forward, grabbing Circe's chin between his fingers.

"And you do? Play fair, I mean" Circe's gaze was unwavering as she looked at Nikki, tilting her head to the side.

Circe took Nikki's silence as her answer and such silence made Circe's ego grow a smidge bigger.

She hummed.

"I see. So, what do you propose, Nikki?" Circe said, sitting on the couch and leaning closer to Nikki. Her head was tilted to the side, and her left eyebrow rose in anticipation.

"What do you seek, Circe?" He retorted, avoiding her question.

"Debauchery, destruction..." Circe answered, her tongue quickly running over her teeth, staying a little longer on her sharp canines. Nikki mirrored her expression.

"That's all I ever look for, that's all I'm good at"

"I'm not scared of a little destruction, I embrace it" Nikki stated, equally as intense.

"What are you trying to tell me, Nikki?" Circe decided to play dumb.

"I don't think I need to say anything"

"You don't, but I want you to spell it out for me. Tell me what you want" 

Nikki stood up from his seat, Circe following suit. Her heart was racing, the silence that lingered this time wasn't of her liking. She took notice of how Siouxsie's voice was starting to lower in volume, the side A of the vinyl coming to a swift end.

Nikki approached her with long strides and once he was in front of her, mere inches separating them, he kissed her. Nikkis large and calloused hands cupped the soft skin of Circe's cheek, said touch made Circe melt. His lips were chapped, but Circe didn't really care. She was too focused on the non-spoken answer he was giving her with the rough clash of their lips.

It was heated, and probably not meant to last long, but there they were, fighting over who lead the kiss. Who was meant to follow who? No one was truly sure, they didn't seem to care.

Nikki's left hand moved to rest on the side of her neck, he appeared to recall her reaction last time he placed it there. Circe gasped once his cold fingers made contact with the heated skin of her neck. Nikki took this opportunity to sneak his tongue inside her mouth briefly.

Soon enough, they broke the kiss. Their foreheads touched as they decided to stay in their position, so close they could breathe the same air. Circe's eyes were still shut, her heart lingering on the moment they just shared. Nikki observed her soft features, from her plump and reddened lips to her eyelashes that graced the skin of her cheeks.

"Is that enough of an answer?" He whispered, no trace of sarcasm. Circe then opened her eyes, somehow the few strands of gold in her chocolate eyes looked brighter this time.

"I'm not sure" Circe laughed, it was genuine for once.

Then, they kissed again. This kiss was almost feverish, not as sweet as the last. And their kisses only grew hotter as they became more frequent and closer to one another. Soon enough, they were tugging at each other's clothes, their fingers itching to take them off.

The first thing to be removed was Circe's crop top, followed by Nikki's shirt. Circe started to pull Nikki to her room by the waistband of his loose-fitted jeans, using this as her chance to remove the belt that held them in their place. 

Then, someone knocked on her door. Circe groaned out in annoyance and she felt Nikki smirk over the sensitive skin of her neck, skin he was kissing and biting in search of her soft spot.

"Ignore them" he mumbled.

"I really want to, but if it's Tommy there's no such thing as privacy"

And then, almost in cue, Tommy opened the door. He was carrying a bottle of Jack and a bag of food meant to be shared with her.

"Hey, Ce!" Tommy said gleefully, his brain not registering Nikki's presence.

"H-hey" Circe said back, adjusting the bra strap Nikki had slipped off.

Circe left Nikki in her room, heading back to her living room. On the way there, she picked up her crop top from the floor and put it on. Once she was close to Tommy the smell of hamburgers made hunger settle in her stomach, she hadn't eaten anything in almost 20 hours, maybe less.

"Oh, fuck Tommy, you're a goddamn lifesaver" Circe moaned as she took the wrapped up burger that he was handing her.

"This is to gulp it down" Tommy said, shaking the half-empty bottle of Jack.

"Yeah, thought as much. I don't think Tequila tastes good with burgers, man" Circe answered with a mouthful of food. Tommy laughed, taking a bite out of his burger.

They kept eating in silence, Circe momentarily forgetting that Nikki was in the apartment until he decided to sit on the armrest of the couch Tommy was sitting in.

"Hey, Sixx" Tommy said, his brain stopping for a minute, finally connecting the dots. Circe wasn't wearing a shirt a few minutes ago and Nikki was just sitting there, shirtless.

"Wait a fucking minute? What the fuck is going on?" Tommy asked, clearly wanting an explanation.

"More like, what's not going on" Nikki mumbled, stealing Tommy's burger and taking a bite out of it.

"Oh" was Tommy's short answer, avoiding Circe's intense gaze.

"I guess I'm leaving" Nikki said as he picked up his shirt from the back of the couch Circe was sitting in.

"See you soon, Circe" and with that he walked out the door, not sparing Circe a glance.

As Nikki closed the door, Circe snapped out her thoughts, the sound of the needle scratching the vinyl finally settling in her brain. She stood up quickly, removing the needle quickly as to avoid more damage. She sighed, glad that there were no scratches to be found. Finally, she faced Tommy, who's eyes never parted from her.

"Yes?" She questioned.

"Nothing" Tommy laughed, taking the final bite from his burger.

"Alright"

Silence.

"By the way, fuck you!" Circe suddenly remembered, he had been the one that gave her name away.

"Why?" Tommy defended.

"You told him my name!"

"I- fuck, did I?" Tommy asked himself, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yep" Circe said, popping the p.

"Shit, sorry" Tommy apologised.

"It's whatever, he was going to find out soon enough" she shrugged not wanting to fight Tommy for being Tommy. She flipped the vinyl and placed the needle on it, the starting notes to 'Christine' filling the room.

"So... You finally finished the painting?" Tommy asked before he took a drink out of the bottle of Jack.

"Yeah, it's in the room drying up" Circe motioned towards her art room, the memories of what she had experienced sending chills down her spine.

"Cool!"

Then, silence. This much quiet was rare between Circe and Tommy. Every time they hung out one of them -if not both- would lead the conversation, but Circe could tell that despite Tommy's initial support, Nikki being in her apartment had thrown him off.

Before Circe could dive deeper into her thoughts, Tommy cleared his throat. Action that captured Circe's attention.

"Are you coming tonight?" Tommy asked Circe, referring to Mötley's gig.

"I'm not sure, I have to go pick some stuff up from work. If I don't think it's too much, I'll probably be there" Circe answered with a smile, Tommy smiled to himself.

"You always have too much shit to do, but you always finish in time, dude. Chill" Tommy noted.

"If you want someone to model your shit you know I'm always available" that comment made Circe's smile grow tender.

Tommy might be too much to handle sometimes, but moments like these made Circe remember why she let him stay in her life; why she ended up in front of the Lee's house after running from her's.

"Well, I better go so you have time to do your shit. Call me" Tommy said, hugging her sideways before leaving.

Circe stayed put, half processing Tommy's departure and when she finally did, she stood up from her place. She grabbed both her house keys and car keys from the countertop, heading out her apartment to her workplace. But not before putting her Siouxsie vinyl back in its sleeve.

The ride to work was longer than it should've been. The roar of her engine drowning out the sound of the busy LA streets. Circe had one hand on her stirring wheel, the other hung out the window. When she got the chance to speed up, her fingers danced with the wind to the beat of the songs playing on the radio.

Once she was a block away from the store she worked in Circe decided to park. She took off her radio, hiding it away to avoid getting it stolen -again. After turning off the engine and closing the door behind her, she headed to the back of the car and pulled out a big duffle bag.

"Hey, guys!" Circe said as she walked in, her co-workers mumbling a greeting back to her.

"Took you long enough, Larson" teased Lu from where she stood, her eyes fixed on the clothes she was putting on the mannequin.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. But I'm here, right?" Circe shrugged smiling at Lu.

"Whatever. Show us what you brought us" Lu told Circe, taking the duffle bag from her.

Lu motioned to Sarah -another coworker that Circe actually liked- to come closer. Lu dragged both girls to a table they kept around, opening the bag and dropping all its contents on the plastic surface.

The first thing Sarah picked up was an oversized redshirt. Circe had sewn a much tighter frame to it, making it a tight-fitting dress. But, instead of cutting the excess fabric off, Circe had placed safety pins on both sides; safety pins that she had used to lace the front of the dress, simulating a corset.

Then, Lu pulled a two-piece outfit. It was composed of a red leather top and a pair of high-waisted red leather pants. Not a lot had been done to this particular piece, other than Circe making this a two-piece thing and sewing the pants to be a tighter fit.

The next thing to be put on display was a denim jacket. Circe had spilt some paint on it, so she decided to make something out of it. She splattered various colours of paint on it and after realising she had gone a little over-board with the paint on the bottom half of the jacket she decided to cut it two inches below the breast.

Lu's eyes caught sight of yet another leather piece, this time being a trench coat made out of various pieces of leather tailored to be of a larger fit.

The next few items were quickly examined, Lu nor Sarah showing a lot of interest in those pieces. All girls present were aware of how Circe was always asked to do more casual looks, maybe destined to the boring Valley girls that rummaged LA in search of new outfits. So they never really paid much attention to those clothes.

Finally, Sarah and Lu found themselves holding the last two pieces of clothes. These two pieces were designed similarly, both being bodysuits. One of them was made out of an almost translucent black chiffon, Circe had added some lace embroidery over the breasts and on the sides to make it look less naked but still sexy -also it helped to hide the stitches she had used to give more structure to the bodysuit. And the other was made out of matte black cotton, Circe avoided adding details to this particular piece, she decided instead to give it more structure, simulating a corset or hard bodice.

"Well?" Circe asked after the two girls had finished ruffling through the clothes she had brought.

"These are amazing!" Sarah screeched in excitement.

"Please tell us you made an extra bodysuit for yourself, cause you would look so fucking hot, Larson" Lu, teased Circe.

"The boss is going to be so happy, these are going to sell so quickly!" Lu added happily.

"I hope so, I really like these" Circe said, slightly flustered. She might exude confidence most of the time, but when it came to her work it was the other way around.

"We all do, Ce. People are gonna love these" Sarah reassured.

"Now, these are the clothes they're expecting you to revamp" Lu told Circe, grabbing a black trash bag that had been thrown behind the counter.

Circe took a look inside the bag. It was filled with the usuals, big shirts, jackets, leather, ripped clothes and pieces of random fabric. A few ideas popped in Circe's head, already thinking about what she could do with what she was handed.

"I'll do my best, Lu" Circe said, looking up at the redhead in front of her.

"Now, here's your pay. Go, cause they want these thing done for next week"

"And with how many things they expect me to come back with?" Circe questioned.

"At least 6 new things" Lu told Circe. Sarah patted both girls on the shoulder before she left, approaching a customer.

"Fuck" Circe mumbled.

"Okay, okay I'll try"

"I know you will" Lu reassured Circe.

"Bye"

Circe walked out of the store with an empty duffle bag and a full trash bag, a fact that made a couple of people stare at her strangely. Circe opened the trunk of her car, she threw both things there and then headed to the front seat. She sat down, exhaling with a long sigh. Don't get her wrong, she loved her job, she adored making clothes and getting money out of it but sometimes she just wanted to not care. What made her care? She needs money to pay her bills and she needs money to pay for alcohol and drugs.

The drive back home wasn't much different from the drive to work. The music playing on the radio fell on deaf ears, Circe wasn't really in the mood to pay attention to it until she recognized the starting notes to "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones. Then, she turned the volume up, her head moving to the beat and for a moment she forgot all of the shit she had to do.

Circe entered her apartment with a heavy sigh, the trash bag made her arm muscles tense. She threw it by the coffee table, deciding that she would eventually get to it. Then, she sat on her couch facing the mess she didn't care to clean up before heading to the shop.

I'll do it later, she dismissed before she laid down on her couch and fell asleep.

When Circe woke up, it was nighttime. She looked around herself with a fogged-up vision, her eyes roaming the room in search of the clock. Idiot, you won't be able to see shit with the lights turned off, she mentally hit herself over the head before standing up, heading towards the lightswitch by the door. Once she found it, the room was lit up and she finally read the clock: 2:10; how does she manage to sleep this much? A mystery, truth be told.

She huffed out, staring at the pile of clothes she was meant to fix and then her eyes diverted to her room, Tommy's invitation popping up in her head. She might have missed their set, but there was still some time to party.

Circe quickly went through her clothes, pulling out the bodysuit she made for herself and a black bandeau. She took off all her clothes, throwing them to the corner of the room; then, she put on the bandeau, adjusting it to fit her better. Over it, she slipped on the bodysuit and then the high-waisted shorts she'd been wearing earlier that day.

She looked at herself in the mirror she placed on the closet door, she adjusted the turtle neck of the bodysuit and centered the large peek-a-boo that left her chest exposed. Then her hands travelled to her hair, it was messy and uncombed, her usually wavy hair lacked definition; she groaned, realising she had no other option but to put it up in a bun.

Next, she applied eyeliner over her eyes, blending it carefully with her fingers. After that, she brushed her eyebrows and applied her characteristic maroon lipstick. Circe took a last look at herself on the bathroom mirror, a smile tugging at the ends of her mouth. 

Circe walked out of her apartment and as she locked the door a gust of wind sent chills down her spine, she stayed put for a while to enjoy it. Now, she headed to the boy's place not bothering on taking the car, they didn't live that far anyways.

The walk there was short but enjoyable, and once she was closing in on their apartment complex she could hear the music they were playing, as it got louder a heavy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Nerves?

Circe blurred out the rest of her walk, and before she noticed she was stepping through the open window, most people not sparing her a glance, until...

"CE!" screamed an over-excited Tommy, then he moved people out of his way to get to her. Once they were face to face, he hugged her tightly. A puppy, she tenderly thought to herself.

"Hey T" she said as soon as he put her down, attempting to match his enthusiasm.

"You know where you can find the booze and the drugs, Vince is probably fucking in the bathroom, Mick is sitting at the table and Nikki..." Tommy's rambling was cut short when he realised what was Nikki doing. Circe only rose an eyebrow.

"... Yeah?"

"I don't know, he was right there," he said pointing at a random place.

"You know you're a terrible liar, right?" Circe said with a small smile, it didn't take her long to find Nikki -his hair gave him away- being straddled by some blonde. Tommy stared at her expectingly, but she just shrugged.

"Meh, whatever" was Circe's reassurance to Tommy's none spoken worries.

Tommy, being the lovesick boy he was, expected more of a reaction from Circe's behalf, especially after finding Nikki in her apartment earlier that day. He stared at her as she shrugged heading towards the display of alcohol on the countertop. Tommy felt frustrated, despite his initial awkwardness, he kinda enjoyed the idea of two of his best friends together.

Circe looked around herself, pondering on what to drink to get rid of the idea of Nikki and the blonde bimbo. Screw it, she thought before uncapping the bottle of vodka and pouring the translucent liquid in a cup she found laying around.

"Well, well, well" said Vince as he approached the brunette, making her snort out a laugh.

"Hey, Vinnie" she greeted, squishing his face with her hand.

"Didn't see you drooling over me tonight" he teased after Circe let go of his face.

"Two things: 1) I don't drool over you and 2) I didn't see your set tonight" Circe pointed out with a smile.

"Ah, you love me anyway" he told her, pulling her into a hug.

"Whatever you say, Barbie"

Then, Circe pushed him away, mumbling something along the lines of you're sweaty and you smell like sex, making Vince laugh.

"I see Nikki hasn't approached you tonight"

"Just got here, Vince and he clearly has better things to do"

Vince hummed and bit down a laugh. "Way better"

"Hey!" she hit Vince's arm playfully, "that's mean!"

Vince shook his head but laughed.

"C'mon, let's sit down for a moment" as he said that he held her hand and dragged her to the band's dining table.

"Mick, you know Circe. Circe, you know Mick" was Vince's quick introduction. Both Circe and Mick nodded their head in acknowledgement, she could tell he was a man of few words.

Time passed quickly, and Circe never really engaged in a conversation, she spent most of her time listening to other people's conversations or laughing at the stupid things the boys did to impress the small crowd that had gathered in their apartment. And yes, Nikki never approached her.

Strangely enough, Circe had stayed put for far too long and she was aching to move, her leg bouncing up and down and her fingers drumming random beats on the table. Tired of sitting down and only standing up to refill her cup she headed outside for a quick breather.

"Hey, T!" She yelled over the music, Tommy turned around to look at her, his mouth open and twitched as if he was saying: what?

Circe took two of her fingers and moved them as if she was smoking, making Tommy understand what she was asking. He nodded and threw his cigarettes to her.

Now, she stepped through the window, already pulling out a cigarette for herself, lighting it with the cheap lighter Tommy kept inside the pack. She leaned on the wall by the door, the cigarette barely leaving her lips, dangling in its place as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke.

"Hey, do you have a lighter?" A blonde girl said, breaking her out of her daze.

"Yeah, here let me help you" Circe said, flicking the lighter and getting the flame as close as she could to the girl's cigarette.

"Thanks" the blonde stayed quiet, but not for long. "So, do you know the band? I saw you sitting with them!"

"Something like that"

"Oh, something like that? Are you fucking one of them or something?" the unnamed girl teased, playfully digging her elbow in Circe's ribs.

"Something like that" Circe mumbled, but it looked like her answer never reached the girl's ears.

"I mean, you're like, really hot! I wouldn't blame them, hey! Even I would fuck you, girl" The blond then placed her hand on Circe's shoulder, dragging it up and down as a coy smile reached her lipstick-stained lips.

At that comment Circe's eyebrows rose, a smirk disguised as an innocent smile slowly appeared on her face. Circe then took the girl's hand in her own, tightening her grasp in reassurance, almost as if she said thank you. But as Circe started to close the space between them someone broke the comfortable atmosphere they had settled in.

"Hey I was looking for you" 

Nikki.

"Yeah, just came out for a smoke" the blonde stated. Nikki offered her a hand and led them to the window, letting the girl walk in first and never directing a word to the brunette.

Circe smiled to herself, the smirk was subtle but very much present. She waved at Nikki as he went through the window, his gaze never leaving her as he took everything in. From her stance to her looks, and then, he saw that recognizable glimmer of mischief.

Fuck.

// Next Chapter //

[spideyy-girl]

Lipstick Stains ~ Stefan Butler

Request: omg omg could you write the cutest little drabble involving stefan and the reader is just kissing his face all over and he’s a flustered mess i would literally DIE PLEASE

okay so the kissing all over the face drabble? well, i thought of something BETTER! let’s say stefan is going off to tuckersoft for work and the reader is being all cute and leaves kisses all over his face right? unbeknownst that’s she’s wearing lipstick! stefan doesn’t realize and leaves, flustered of course. omfg can you imagine him walking into to tuckersoft and the LOOK on colin’s and thakur’s face enough said (bonus points colin has a shit eating grin ok i’m done) this is so fluffy ahhhhfjd

Summary: reader gives Stefan a few kisses before he leaves for work, but he completely forgets about her bright red lipstick, which now covers his face.

Fandom: Black Mirror: Bandersnatch

Warnings: Stefan is a lil bit older (early 20s), SO FUCKING FLUFFY AH!!

Word Count: 2956 (8.6 pages) whooie sorry ahaha

Date: January 31, 2019

A/N: So this was supposed to be short,,, but here we are. Also sorry if it took long, hopefully, you know why this bitch is a whole fucking book lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, is like one of my favourite imagines ever probably, it’s so cute!!!

Relax, don’t do it.

“Stefan, please turn that bloody song off before I throw that radio across the goddamn room,” Y/N says, hitting her boyfriend without opening her eyes. Stefan groaned, letting off a chuckle, before reaching over to his bedside table to hit the snooze button before wrapping his arms around his girlfriend of over a year.

“Someone’s a little bit grumpy this morning,” he jokes, placing a kiss on her forehead. She smiles, hitting him again lightly on the chest. He traced her face with his long fingers until her eyes opened, revealing beautiful Y/E/C orbs to him, making him smile even more. “Good morning beautiful,” he says softly, yet his groggy morning voice is still very much heard.

“Morning, Stefan,” she replied, softly pecking his lips before getting up, dragging him out of bed with her, disregarding his begging her not to do so.

“Why don’t we just stay in bed all day, huh?” He suggests, pulling you back to the bed, sitting beside him. “We can put on a film, make popcorn... make out?” Y/N laughed, throwing her head back and shaking her head.

“That sounds lovely, darling, but you’ve got work in an hour,” she says, checking the clock. Stefan groaned again, his head going to her shoulder, leaving light kisses on her neck.

“Fuck work, I can do that later,” he said, kissing up my neck and eventually meeting my lips. I smile into the kiss, leaning into it before breaking apart. I nudged his nose with mine.

“That’s very sweet, darling, but I rather like this house and as much as I love spending time with you, I also love having a roof over our heads,” she says, giving him another kiss on the cheek before standing up again, bringing him with her through the small house they recently bought. “Now, what would you like for breakfast. Eggs?”

After eating their eggs and bacon, which was delicious, the couple went to get ready for their day, as always. Stefan put on a plain jumper and some jeans, a usual outfit that he wore what seemed like every day. Y/N dressed in a cute black dress, with a fitted top and flared out a bit from the waist down, adorned with little white polka dots. She went into the shared washroom attached to their bedroom and started on her everyday makeup. She didn’t wear too much, usually just a bit of concealer, some mascara, and of course, her signature red lipstick.

Stefan was getting ready to head out for work, he picked up his briefcase his walkman, headphones already around his neck. He put on his shoes and coat before calling out to Y/N that he had to leave now. As he was opening the door, he heard the patter of her small heeled shoes coming down the hallway.

“Wait! Stefan!” she called behind him. He turned around, seeing her jogging towards him with a paper bag. “I thought you might want some lunch,” she said, holding up the bag. He smiles gently and took the bag from her outstretched hand before placing it on a nearby table. Then he grabbed her waist.

“You’re not going to let me leave without a goodbye kiss, now are you?” He said, a joking smile on his lips as he looked at her. She truly was the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on, and he didn’t know how on earth he deserved her, but it’s not like he’s complaining or anything. She smiled, looking down and shaking her head before looking back at him.

“How could I forget?” She said quietly, returning his giant smile with one of her own before grabbing his face in her smaller hands and started to kiss him all over her face. 

She started on his left cheek, her lips pecking his soft skin every half inch as she made her way up and around his forehead, before going down to the right cheek and across his nose, then going down to his chin and jaw, leaving even more kisses. She could feel Stefan’s laugh vibrating against her mouth, and it gave her even more encouragement to leave more. She made her way to the corner of his mouth, her pecks starting to become longer and softer, her lips met with his. They were slightly chapped, but she didn’t mind, she never did. Her hands ran through his slightly tangled dark curls, brushing through them before placing them on the back of his neck as his hands wandered to her waist. Soon they pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, both smiling like idiots in love.

“You never cease to amaze me, love,” he says, kissing her lips again before pulling apart. He completely forgot about how before she started kissing him, she had the brightest red lipstick ion but now it seemed to be gone. Y/N didn’t take notice either, that is until now, stepping back to see Stefan’s face covered in lipstick stains, the same shade that was just on her own lips a few minutes prior. But she didn’t want to bother him with such information. She held back her laugh, before reaching up to smooth his hair, which was slightly tousled due to her digits carding through them before. He blushed before pulling down his sweater.

“I look ok?” He asked, making sure that his appearance was office worthy. She giggles, her hand covering her mouth, before nodding.

“You look lovely, darling. Just like always,” she said before picking up the briefcase he had dropped on the ground and pushing it against his chest, leaning in and giving him another quick kiss. “Now hurry along, we don’t want you being late for work, now do we?” She said. Stefan shrugged.

“I think it’s a bit too late to be saying that now,” he said, laughing. She scoffed and pushed him out of the door, waiting at the entrance to watch him get into their car and drive out of the driveway and down the street until she couldn’t see the shadow of it anymore. She walked inside before laughing hysterically. She really was quite evil sometimes.

Now down the road, Stefan was driving, a carefree smile on his face thinking back to the events from earlier and how much he loved his amazing girlfriend. He didn’t even realize the little present(s) she had left for him on his grinning face. He didn’t even realize the bright rouge colour scattered all over his face when he checked his mirror, his head too busy being stuck in the clouds. The other people on the road driving beside him sure did though, and not one person that passed by him didn’t give their own weirded or confused look. But he paid no mind.

He walked into the building, taking the elevator up to the floor where Tuckersoft was located, his mood still very bright. As the elevator doors opened, he walked out, saying hi to the secretary just outside the doors, not recognizing the look of complete shock on her face, and let’s just say it’s not because Stefan said hi to her, as he does that pretty much every day. 

“Good morning, Colin,” Stefan says, plopping himself down beside his deskmate, catching the blonde’s attention. He turned his attention from his new game to Stefan, almost choking on a sip of water he took seconds before when he saw his friends face.

“Holy shit, Stefan!” he says, a shit-eating grin spreading against his face, grabbing his hand and bro-hugging him. “Well fucking done, mate!” Stefan had to say, he was a little bit confused from the enthusiasm but accepted it none the less.

“Umm, thanks, Colin! Well done to you too,” he replied, assuming he was talking about game development. Colin furrowed his eyebrows but still kept up his overly-large grin. It wasn’t often you saw Colin smile like this. But Stefan didn’t realize the mischevious look to it. Soon Mr. Thakur walks in to do the daily morning checkup meeting He walked out of his office and immediately paused when he saw the young boy with curly hair.

“Hello, Mr. Thakur. How’s your morning?” He says, walking to the usual meeting place, but Mr. Thakur stayed in place, his face getting red.

“What the bloody hell is this?” He says, gesturing to Stefan with a straight hand. “Is this a fucking joke, mate?” Stefan’s permanent smile faltered a bit, a look of confusion coming onto his face as he tilted his head a little bit.

“I-I’m sorry, sir? I don’t think I understand,” Stefan says, looking in between him and Colin, who was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he started to tear up a bit. 

“C’mon, mate. I know you love your girlfriend a lot and whatever, but shit man this is some shit even I wouldn’t do,” Colin said, shaking his head, letting a bit of his laugh escape his lips. This comment took the smile off Stefan’s face completely.

“What does Y/N have to do with all of this?” He says cluelessly, making all of his coworkers groan and look away in annoyance. Colin just laughed more and Thakur out his head in his hand, shaking it slightly. Stefan looked around the office confused.

“God, don’t you ever look in a goddamn mirror,” Mr. Thakur said, aggressively pointing over to the mirror at the front of the office. Stefan looked at it, but the from the far distance he couldn’t see his reflection. He looked back to Thakur, shaking his head no.

“Not usually, sir. It makes me uncomfortable,” he replies quietly, looking at his shoes which were now tapping against the ground. Thakur, once again, shows him towards the mirror, inviting him to see his reflection.

He walked over, his boss and Colin behind him. He didn’t look up until he reached his destination, and to say he was surprised with his reflection was a complete understatement. He stood in front of the long glass, eyes so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets, his mouth hung open. And the worst part was, he was shocked into standing still, he couldn’t move a muscle. Colin stepped up behind him, clapping a hand on his back before chuckling again.

“Dude, you look like you just got laid like five minutes before running in here,” Colin said, leaning back and bursting into laughter again. Stefan snapped out of it at that comment, pushing Colin, his face clearly expressing a ‘really? was that necessary?’ look. But he couldn’t say that he was wrong.

His hair was a complete mess, his face flushed a vibrant shade of pink, he wondered if it had been like that the whole time. But what stood out were the lipstick stains.

The goddamn lipstick stains. At least 20 of them. All over his face. In bright red.

 He flashed back to earlier that morning, to the moment where he knew this had happened. She said he looked great. The fucking bastard, Stefan thought, she knew that he looked like this. She knew that he was going to the office today. He couldn’t help the grin peeking through, thinking about his crazy girlfriend.

“Stop daydreaming, Butler!” Mr. Thakur said, clapping in front of the boy, pulling him out of his daze. “Get this fucking monstrosity off your fucking face!”

“Calm down, Thakur. You’re just jealous you don’t get any action," Colin said, smiling mischievously before walking with Stean to the washroom so he could wash it off. They could hear Thakur yelling profanities at them in the background, and laughing.

Stefan sighed, looking at himself through the bathroom mirror, shaking his head. "I don't even know how this happened. She told me I looked fine before I left!" He said, shaking his head. Colin smiled and patted his friend's shoulder. Looking at him through the reflection.

"She just wants everyone to know that you're hers, ya know, you're taken, and all that," he says, trying to reason for her. "It's a girl thing, Kitty does it too. She makes me wear this damn ring all the time," he says, showing the boy the band on his left hand. Stefan narrowed his eyes.

"That-that's your wedding ring. You're supposed to wear it all the time," Stefan said, looking back up to face Colin. He looked at him and then to his ring, and just shrugged. 

"Besides the point," Colin said. "It's just their weird girly way of saying 'I love you'," Colin explains. For some reason, the thought of Y/N doing that made his heart throb. Just the thought of Y/N, in general, made it skip a beat. He nods, looking at Colin.

"Well, she definitely doesn't have to worry about me going anywhere," he says softly, looking at his hands, playing with them. Colin nods and gave him an encouraging smile. A rare sight. Stefan went up to the sink to finally wash off the brightly coloured lipstick, only to be greeted with yet another surprise.

It wouldn't come off.

The fucking lipstick just refused to wash off his face. Stefan's eyes widened, picking up some soap on the damp paper towel and rubbing aggressively at his face. Only to be left with the stains slightly smudged. He threw the towel in the sink.

"Shit!" He said, hands running through his hair. Turning around to look at Colin, who was looking at him, questioning his outburst. "It won't fucking wash off! It's stuck!" He said with a look of true fear on his face. Colin's mouth opened a little before he burst into laughter once again. 

"Oh, you poor lad," he said between heaving breaths. "Thakur's gonna kill you now." And if you thought Stefan's eyes couldn't go bigger, oh they did. He started pacing the bathroom, trying, again and again, to rid of the red prints. But nothing prevailed. So he decided to face the wrath and just get back to work.

As he walked out of the bathroom, hood over his head in a hope that people wouldn't recognize the slight difference on his face, he walked into a smaller person. His hood falls, and he's met with a pair of Y/E/C eyes. They stood chest to chest, breathing in sync. She giggled, tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind her ear, looking up at Stefan.

"Hiya there, handsome," she says, a wide grin spreading across her face, seeing that his face was still covered. "You forgot your lunch, again." He shook his head, a smile unwillingly peeking through. He closed his eyes, head tilting back to the ceiling, letting out a sigh.

"I should be mad at you," he said, opening his eyes and lowering his head to look at the beautiful girl in front of him. She giggled, causing him to chuckle too. She tilted her head, a smirk growing on her reapplied red lips. How on earth did he not realize that before the incident? He's always looking at them anyway.

"You can't ever stay mad at me," she says playfully, putting a hand on his jaw. And just like that, it was like she put him under a spell, just like before. He forgot about his coworkers, some of which who were looking at the couple with disgusted looks on their faces. He shakes his head, grabbing her face and pressing his lips against hers, catching her by surprise. She dropped the paper bag and placed her hands on the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

"WHAT THE BLOODY-" a booming voice interrupts them. They pull apart, a bit shocked. Down the hall storms a giant and raging Mr.Thakur, walking with a purpose towards them. "What do you think this is?! Love Island?!" He shouts.

"Run," Stefan whispers to her ear, grabbing her hand. "Y/N, run!" They bolt down the hallway and through the office doors, laughing at the big boss trying to catch up with them. The elevator doors opened, a classy-looking businessman walking out. They pushed past him and into the shaft, pressing the lobby button multiple times. Mr. Thakur came through the Tuckersoft doors, looking around before making eye contact with them down the corridor. As he starts running towards them, the elevator doors started to close, almost closing on the man. They heard him banging and screaming at them through the metal. They stood there, mouths slightly agape, before slowly turning their heads to look at each other. The eye contact instantly making them crack up, holding themselves up with how much they were giggling. 

The elevator doors opened and Y/N grabbed Stefan's hand before taking them to his car, her hopping into the passenger seat and Stefan in the driver side. He quickly started the car, the radio starting to play on the radio. They quickly made their way outside the parking garage, Y/N kissing Stefan passionately as they drove off.

“So, what are you gonna do about Thakur?” Y/N asked as they got home. She led him up to the washroom before getting her makeup wipes and grabbed his chin, starting to wipe off the lipstick stains on her boyfriend's face. The said boy shook his head.

“I honestly have no idea,” he said, his head turning once she let go, throwing out the makeup wipe, all covered in crimson. He stood up and smiled at her, picking her up and her legs wrapped around his waist like a second instinct. “But I do know what I’m doing with you.”

[r0m4ncetrash]

Broken promises

Summary: The bank robbery goes terribly wrong. Arthur breaks a promise, he never thought he’d be able to keep. 

Words: ~1.5k

TW: light smut?, young reader (about 20 y/o), angst, chapter 4 spoilers

Author’s note: Okay so this is my first ever fanfiction. English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes that you might find. If you have any criticism- let me know! I appreciate it!!

The tinted glass of the bank separated the gang from the rest of the world. Heavy sighs of the men filled the building and counted off the passing time. Arthur clutched the metallic revolver in his hand as he heard another shout from the outside.

-- Dutch get out of there!-- Milton's voice echoed from the walls.-- Now!

Morgan peeked at the called out man. He knew, that Dutch was about to start his game of persuasion and looking for an agreement between two parties- trying to get as much time out of the situation as possible. Arthur found it quite funny. They have just robbed a safe out of many thick dollar clips and Dutch still had the balls to toy with the group on the street. Morgan nervously stomped from one foot to another and let out another tired sigh. Every second was worth a bar of gold, especially now, when Hosea had a gun barrel pressed to his temple.

-- I'm sure we can sort this out after all!--called Dutch while peeking from around the corner to evaluate the situation. His dark eyes scanned the rather big group of Pinkertons.

Arthur saw the moment in which Van Der Linde saw something horrific. It made such an impact on him, that his brows reached as high as never before and his mouth stayed open for a good few seconds. The hand of the gang leader slid down the wall and hung at his side.

-- Yes, I'm also sure. This little bird will surely help you with making your decision.

Morgan decided to look out on the sunny street of Saint Denis. Maybe if he wouldn't have done that, his breath wouldn't get caught in his throat. Maybe his shoulders wouldn't drop so sadly, just like his strong arm holding his favourite gun.

Because she was standing there.

Milton's hand was tightly wrapped around her thin throat. He never thought he could hate a man more that he did in that second. Bottom of her face was covered in blood coming out of her nose, which took the colour of ripe cherries. Every muscle in her body tensed. A reaction to the massive stress she was going through. Arthur couldn't imagine how much of it was inside of her young head. The blood loss made her dizzy- that's the observation he made after seeing the unreachable look in her eyes as she glanced over the windows of the National Bank of Lemoyne.

Until she found him.

Her face gleamed for a split second. Even though no one noticed the small change, it didn't get away from Arthur, who completly shut out the chaos happening around him.

The next few moments felt like an eternity.The bubble of the gang's inviolability burst with the shot fired from Pinkerton's gun which found it's place in Hosea's chest. That, and the scream of the girl who meant so much to him, brought him back to reality.

--Goddamn it!-- spat out Morgan as his blue eyes followed the Pinkerton dragging away the struggling woman.

"Kill those bastards!'' rung through the air with the sound of shattered glass.

The night before the heist was like the calm before the storm. Hot air filled the surroundings and snuck into every little corner of the villa. Arthur often thought about how awful the warmth was, but then it came to mind, that sweating was better than freezing in Ambarino. The voices of the camp died down to a minimum, so Morgan concentrated on finishing one of the sketches in his journal. The dimmed light coming from a lamp standing nearby casted shadows on the cold walls of Arthur's room.

Suddenly, there was a creek of the wooden floor to be heard in the hall.

He knew that sooner or later she would end up in front of his door. That's why he left them opened. With a little smile curling on his lips, he closed the book laying in his hands and looked up.

In the doorframe stood a girl, that hasn't left his mind for the last couple of months. She was dressed in a long skirt and a loose shirt. The woman leaned against the door made out of dark wood. Arthur nodded his head and she came closer. So close that he could count the freckles on her nose.

--I thought you'd never come-- said Morgan in a low tone. His fingers caressed her delicate skin. If he was ever to touch a magnolia’s petals, thats what it would feel like- he imagined. Many thoughts were racing through his head. The main one was, howcome a lady as beautiful and wise as her was willingly sharing some kind of a romantic relationship with him. After all, he was almost twice as old as she was. Still, the girl managed to drive him crazy and fill him with feelings he hasn't felt in a long time.

--Arthur Morgan, letting his head fool him again...-- she shook her head in fake disapproval and touched a little stain on his shirt. Her fingers fumbled with the blue material before one button close to his collar popped open.

Arthur's hand landed on the hem of her yellow skirt. The girl's breath hitched in her throat, even though this all happened so many times before. After the sunflower-coloured fabric pooled around her feet, the same happened to Morgan's worn jeans. Finally, the man pressed his chapped lips to her plump ones. How bizzare was it, that the same spark appeared every time he kissed her. A feeling that never got old to both of them.

Without even noticing, the back of Arthur's knees touched the old, wooden bed frame. He gave in and landed on the mattress. Not able to last without the person in front of him, he pulled her back into his embrace. She let out a squeal after losing her balance. Morgan pulled back and slightly opened his eyes.

--Shh...-- he placed a single finger on his lips-- Ain't want nobody to hear us.

They both knew the late hour wasn't the main reason. Their quiet whispers and loving gazes were meant to stay hidden.

Because no one knew about them.

The couple agreed to keep the relationship hidden from the eyes of the strangers and even the gang itself. The risk of being judged for the age gap between them was something they would rather not deal with. Getting away to spend time with each other wasn't even hard. Days of absence excused with hunting or shopping trips.

Lanky fingers unbuttoning the rest of Arthur's shirt brought him back to the place he found himself in. The rest of their everyday clothes landed on the floor. The man changed his position slightly and placed the fragile woman onto his lap. She propped herself up on her knees and then sunk onto him, slowly but surely.

How divine she looked to him in that moment. Sighing loudly with her eyes closed and brows furrowed. A sight for sore eyes.

Arthur caught her lips in his once again. Their bodies started to move slowly in unison, covered with the light of the tiny flame burning next to them. Quiet sighs and praises hung in the dultry air. The girl's forehead touched his shoulder as he placed a kiss on her left wrist. A fair scar adorned her damp skin. A shooting incident probably. She stopped remembering them after joining the gang- aware of many more to come.

Morgan tangled his fingers into her long hair and pulled back a bit. The look in her glossy eyes made him freeze. Never before seen questioning in her pupils awoke a strange feeling in his gut, but she spoke before he could've even opened his mouth.

--I'm scared Arthur.

If he wasn't watching carefully, he would've thought it was the wind. The statement came and went, leaving the man startled. After all the robberies, murders and shoot outs, now was her breaking point.

--I'm scared of tomorrow. What if something goes wrong? Lately everything goes wrong...-- the girl whimpered. She turned her head away from him and looked at the rifles laying on the table. The man probably cleaned them not long ago, always caring about their condition.--What if someone gets killed?

Rosy colour flushed her cheeks after it came in touch with the man's palm. He understood her very well. Every doubt, every apprehension was something Arthur felt too. In that moment, all he could do, was to reassure and clear her mind of the anxiety that found it's way into her brave way of thinking.

-- No one will get hurt, okay? It's a quick job, Dutch has everything sorted out. In and out-- Morgan moved slightly which caused a soft moan to escape the woman's lips.-- We are only gonna get richer. And with all that money, I will take you somewhere real fancy. Gonna buy you a nice dress, alright.

-- Y' promise?-- the corner of her mouth moved upwards, the smile almost reaching her eyes.

I promise.

[itsthe-neo-zone]

Wands and Potions: NCT dream & WayV 

Please read the Masterlist before continuing ahead with the chapter, thank you.  

Chapter 18:

[02:16PM]

[20th of October]

“Do you even know what he was using the tentacle juice for?” 

The huffs became frequent and the more Lyra questioned the more Selene became tired. Was this really necessary? And why was she being so unbelievably nosy?

“No, and frankly I don’t need to know.” the walking stopped halting the trail the two created in the thick fluffy snow that covered the earth. “because I don’t care.”

“You should, Liu could be plo-” a snicker stopped Lyra’s chapped lips from blurting her thoughts. “Plotting? Is that what you were going to say? He’s plotting against me. Or maybe its against you? Or even Jinsoul.” The words spat back at Lyra.

The brunette took her lips between her teeth, her fingers took the red and golden threads of the scarf wrapped across her chest, fiddling with the bare edges. Selene was already on edge and the change of demeanour pushed her off.

“Hey, I’m not going to feel sorry for you, so don’t give me that pathetic look.” Her fingers ran through her golden roots, her hair had turned a shade darker with the coming of winter making it lose the fiery glimmer in it.

“You all need to stop telling me how to act or feel.” She rolled her eyes leaving the brunette standing there stiff and alone, the only speck of colour on a blank sheet of white for miles.

 The creaking door slid open letting a gust of cold biting chill mix in with the heated warmth of the shop. The three broomsticks was a place where the youngsters could chill and relax. The ancient and rustic feel made it close to home for some.

It wasn’t the same for Selene.

“You need to start talking to her again, Scorpius you can’t just igno-” “Oh but he can,” she shuddered, the witch dropped the scarf and slid the robes off her shoulders setting them next to her. Sparing a glance at Albus, Selene sympathised with the blonde boy before her.

“And why is that?”

“She’s being awfully nosy, quite bitchy too.”

“Just because you aren’t on good terms it doesn’t mean he has to ignore his own sister.” Albus shuffles closer his tone drops to a minimal whisper. Selene rubbed her hands trying to heat up the ice cold blue tinted flesh.  

“Also, what happened to innocent sweet Selene?”

“Oh her?” her arm lifted to signal the server, “she’s usually what most see if they don’t know me too well. Ask Scorpius.”

The glance left Selene and moved towards the empty blonde boy next to him. No response came. His head lulled above his fist pushing the skin upwards, hair covering his glacier orbs.

“You ok?” the ginger placed her hand upon his, she felt his fingers twitch, there was no warmth in his touch. Inside her chest, the breathing became a little harder, an exasperated sigh left her.  

“It’s hard, I know. but you have to believe your father did this for a good reason. And now you can let her move in, you’ve always said you wanted a sister.”

“Move in? After my mother’s death?” his voice dripped with poison. It was a little loud gaining attention from the tables nearby. Jisung sent the most blood curdling nape shivering stare at Selene from across the bar.  His eyes were hard-rimmed and fixed, so much so that it was as if he was not able to move his eyeballs.

If looks could kill. The ginger would have disintegrated instantly.

So would Albus have with what Scorpius was sending him.

“Keep it down a little.”

“I am not going to replace my mother any time soon.” He spat back.

“You need her, Scorpius think about it, she will help you and your father get through this. Lyr-” the death glares the two sent made him rethink his choice of words. “Ehem… I- mean she is a girl after all.”

Selene sipped the jug of glowering orange liquid letting it sting the back of her throat slightly. She needed it. Secretly, it was the only thing she was feeling nowadays.

“Rose Weasley can take her in. After all, the two are half-sisters.” His voice was stiff and cut at the end, it was like his throat was clogged. Scorpius hated this topic. He didn’t want to talk about it.  

The others sensed that.

“And you, cut the long night walks with that German Durmstrang boy.”

“Whys that? Am I bothering you in any way?”

“No actually, its not me you’re bothering but-” A hand slapped the two lips that were moving of their own accord. Selene didn’t think nothing of it, but she missed the alarmed state that Albus was in.

“You shouldn’t be walking around he grounds late at night. Its dangerous.”

“Did little miss snitch tell you I was sneaking out late? I knew it!” she turned to the deflated boy. “This is why you shouldn’t talk to her just yet.” She finished her words with another gulp taking in the tingling sensation.

“Selene, I’m being serious, it shouldn’t matter who told me, this is for your own safety.”

“Why does everyone hate him so much?” the witch continued taking larger gulps the farther she got towards the bottom of the cup.

“Can you calm down; you must be really thirsty.”

Selene chuckled but before a word could be uttered, she lifted the closest free hand towards her head, she felt dizzy and her eyes were going blurry.

“Why’s everything spinning?” a murmur left her lips. It was mumbled aloud. A chair dragging across the wooden polished floor was heard in the distance and someone’s figure made their presence known next to her.

“Did she drink from this?” snatching the cup from the table Chenle grabbed it sniffing the few sips left in the cup.

“Yeah, why?”

Selene didn’t see the glare sent towards the table chenle was situated at before he came over, she also didn’t see the way he dropped the few paper bills on the table.

She did feel his strong hand grasp tightly onto her arm and shoulder helping her out of her chair. The daze she was in was getting stronger. Her knees felt week from the sudden force of standing but she pushed through on his command.

“Whats going on?” the question was left unanswered as she was dragged out tumbling next to him as they ventured into the freezing cold.

She had left her robe and scarf at the bar, shivering and dizzy Selene moved to lean onto his arm. Sliding the other across her waist he pulled her to a nearby stable.

“Why did you drink it knowing its full of poison?” he strained. She wasn’t on good terms with him. Actually, she despised the blonde mixed boy.

“Answer me!” his voice rose. Selene couldn’t really see that well her head was pounding, and it was starting to get even worse.

“I-I can’t see clearly. My eyes…” “What… whats going on?” she lifted her fingers to eyes level but all she saw was a messy blur of what used to be HD clear vision. Thin strips of cream-brown against white.

“You took a morbus potion. From your symptoms only a few drops, too much could have killed you.” A silent pause registered between the two, she was confused and the last few words he had said really hit clear. I could have died; I never finished the glass. I could have…

“I’ve taken no such thing.”

“It was in the drink,” his voice was hard, it was like he had a rock lodged in his mouth. “Someone must have slipped it in.”

“I feel like I-” holding her lips shut with her hands she felt something sinister crawl up her throat it blocked her breathing and restricted her normal body flow. Defying gravity and her disaccord of its appearance. Please no, not here…

“Get it out of your system.” His tone lightened slightly, or maybe it was her hearing things. Why would his tone change anyway Selene was over listening into things that didn’t matter right now.

“Take this.” He handed her a bottle it contained a liquid of some sort that didn’t look too familiar, she stared at it cautiously as if it would transfigure into a centipede.

“I don’t want to.”

She was able to push down the thick trickling of crimson blood

“It’s already gone this far, how do I know this isn’t going to kill me?” Selene didn’t move her head she just lifted her eyes staring him up, the trust was gone. It was hidden, locked away until he took the key out. But she didn’t expect the answer he gave her…

He sighed dropping his hand before looking away his eyes glanced anywhere but her face. The breath that left his dry, chapped lips evaporated into smoke coalescing itself into the air.

“Good point,” he pressed his lips into a thin line. “Why would I stop you from drinking the rest of the jug back then?”

Selene glanced down, his face had no show of remorse and it had a blank expression plastered onto it. She couldn’t maintain eye contact at all. It felt pointless.

His words made sense though…

“Drink it all.”

Listening to him, she took the first sip hesitantly, not minding the bitter taste. It felt heavy on her tongue but she too it in accepting it was good for her.

“You’ll be alright.” he muttered the words, in the wintery cold that surrounded them Selene felt her heart warm up slightly. She would never admit it now but it felt nice having someone look out. Even if it was with a frown and a dry response.

 [09:15PM]

Selene felt drained. Absolutely exhausted and while she did love nothing but a good rest she still had to do her night duties before she finally could rest this included the lengthy check and route of the whole 2nd floor and near the library.

It would have been 10 times easier- not to mention faster- if it wasn’t for the bratty 3rd year that refused to help her out. The job was specifically made for two yet she never showed up. But the ginger couldn’t bring it in her debilitated self to spend any longer than necessary looking for the young student.

“For fuck sake…” selenes face fell completely. She was aggravated to the max now, which can be added to the list of emotions she was feeling. The last thing she’d expect to see was the young student supposed to be helping her helping her own needs.

The sound of lips against lips filled the air and half of her internally cringed, the lewd sounds filling the air too fast to comprehend. God did she wish to wash out her ears with soap. But as she left a figment of her imagination removed the figure of the male student much older than the girl and placed a charming and devilish German student that had been taking up to much of her mind lately.

For a short second, it was barely comprehensible. his light caress and soft touch was all she yearned for. She shook her head continuing all the rounds she needed to finish. The guilt inside her built up daily but she pressed it down.

During the cold and wintery days. The gloom that was slowly being foreshadowed around the castle, Yangyang was the only source of happiness and joy she found. He filled her with something so intangible and sensual it was so difficult to describe.

And Selene felt herself change bit by bit, she tried to subconsciously hold back. Avoiding him on certain days and cancelling scheduled meet ups but it was inevitable, Yangyang was slowly yet voraciously devouring every inch of her being. She could feel it in the way she looked at him. The way her thoughts where changing. Her desires were developing.

Something once so innocent – a touch from him – a simple sensory fondle. Turned into a carnal and instinctual hunger that he had awoken in her. What was I turning into?…

[Selene Pov]

I felt that relief I craved for when I entered the dorms. Red or green it never mattered when I was weak in the knees. I looked at my bed like a man who was stranded in the dessert looked at fresh water.

“Look who’s here...”

“Please don’t start.” I knew this was going to be rough getting past the two crow-like girls at their beds but I didn’t expect their beady eyes glaring in the pitch dark the cool toned shadow casting harsh shapes across their faces.

“What?”

“We know what you borrowed.” A sigh left her lips as Jinny finished speaking, but the sly raven next to her muttered “She really stole it…” “Ravelle!”

“I didn’t do anything.” A frustrated exhale left my own lips. They wouldn’t know a thing because I never let them know about anything. It wasn’t their business.

“Does this ring a bell to you?” Ravelle stood up waving a slither of tentacula its sticky residue dripping from its end.

“Yeah.” I simply muttered, shrugging and to Ravelle’s shock. She probably thought I was going to deny everything.  

“It’s what you mix every morning to slap” I lightly tapped my fingers onto her cheeks “onto your face, what was it for again- oh right. Your beautiful visuals… right?” I rolled my eyes after feigning thought.

The sniggers didn’t go unnoticed from Jinny who had rolled back onto her bed fully. The glimmer in her beading eyes was picked up by the light rays of moonlight sheathed inside.

“Don’t you dare make fun of my natural face masks and answer me truthfully.” Her voice picked up in volume.

“You’re pathetic.” Ravelle spat back after no response from me.

“You’d really love to know what was in that wrap I held before, don’t you?” I edged coyly. I loved having her on edge like this. But it wouldn’t last too long…

“Sit down.”

I motioned to sit down pointing for her to do as I say.

“There’s no point in getting mad now since it’s already over. There is nothing you could do about it.” I couldn’t help but stop myself from giggling slightly. It was too good.

“I gave the wrap of tentacula away. It wasn’t for me anyways.” I smiled

Ravelle started feeling uncomfortable, she shifted from her position awkwardly. Blinking multiple times.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean Gryffindor or any house for a matter of fact is going nowhere. This year belongs to Durmstrang and I just made sure they got a head start.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Ravelle’s eyes went as wide as saucers, “What have you done? Selene!” Jinny’s voice piped up for the first time, the shriek in her voice prominent.

“You’ll find out soon.” I sniggered, a smirk coming up to form at my lips.

 “Shit shi- Guys! You won’t believe this!” the doors to the main dormitories slam open and in came a breathless and beyond petrified Irene, the young girl held her posture against her shaking knees.

The worry evident in her chewed dry lips and pale yellow face. A few more moments and it looked like she was about to throw up.

“They, the- oh god.” It’s like realisation flushed her face, Irene was gobsmacked she frowned glancing at the two girls that were accusing me. Jinny flipped over to see the ghastly expression Irene adorned.

“What is it, spit it out already!”

“James. And uh- Well James potter and his friends they got severely injured.”

“WHAT?” the screech was pitched so high I was surprised it didn’t shatter the clouded glass of the window. All three of us flinched.

“Calm down Ravelle,” Jinny pushed past, fixing her hair. She smiled gently towards the terrified girl. “How did they get injured, tell me what happened clearly” after a few seconds of sharp breaths, Irene spoke shuddering the words I had wanted to hear since I gave the plant to him.

“Well, they got injured last night in the pre battle for the lead in the tournament. Someone had put a certain strange plant in their soup.”

“It was- uh… it’s almost fatal for some.” The last few words were muttered but I heard everything as clearly as I could.

At some point I doubted myself, my ears had to be making up sounds for me to hear and feel accomplished. It couldn’t have worked that well.

“It wasn’t just them. The other houses reported similar symptoms to them earlier.” Another young Gryffindor peeped through the wooden door squeaking quietly.

“Get lost pipsqueak!” Ravelle threw the remains of tentacula at the doorway, “I’ll deal with you later. You’ve done something!”

Her eyes screamed anger she was Enraged, Ravelle hit boiling point. Her body buzzing with a fury that could only be calmed with the sight of her secret lover safe.  

“Yeah yeah,” I waved my hand swatting her as she stormed off. She couldn't do a thing.

 This was only the beginning of things…

@ajuniceuajuniceu​ @kkuljungwoo​ @sensiblebutch​ @kangkinoa​ @nctzen2020​ @mystic-jungkook​ @merryandhappylele​ @bcbymingi​ @mochischeeks  @rilakunma​ @jaehyunspaghetti​ @commentgirl​ @99jjh​ @johnnys-wifeu​ @misaraem @apricottulips​ @h2ogamergirl@angelsnowflake​

(if you want to be added to the taglist please send in an ask or direct message me thanks)

[suckitsurveys]

What do you have pierced? Both my earlobes, my cartilage twice on my left ear, and my right nostril.  How do you spend your summer nights? Different ways? Bonfires, swimming, hanging out, watching tv, etc. If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? HAWAII. Would you take anyone with you? My husband and my best friend Sarah.

What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen) Black pen. Favourite month and why? Summer months because of the weather. I’m so much happier in WARMTH. What brand logo is closest to you currently? The Windows logo on my keyboard. Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them. A coworker in person. What’s the best job you’ve ever had? This ones okay. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? Party City. The boss was an asshole. What email service do you use? Gmail and my work email. Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in? Yeah. A bulletin board with a lot of work related things and picture of my nieces, some black glittery bats since everyday is Halloween, electronic test boards for work, a logo of the University, some things my coworkers have by their work space. What did you have for dinner yesterday? Sloppy Joes. Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? I have this one, my main one ( @suck-it-nerds ) and a Parks and Rec one ( @parksandreccast ). I have a couple others I’ve made but never really used. Those three are my most active. Do you have any other blogs currently? I have a LiveJournal if that’s even still a thing. What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of? I hate that term. Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick) All of it. What things annoy you more than anything else. People. What kind of position are you in at the moment? Sitting in a chair. Do you wear much jewellery? Not a ton. How many times have you moved house? Twice. How many devices do you own which can access the internet? My laptop, Mark’s computer, my phone, Mark’s phone, the Firestick. And my work computer and iPad. Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy? My nieces and my husband and my kitties. What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing? Jeans. When was the last time you drank water? Like 20 minutes ago. Have you ever tried the cinnamon challenge? Nooo. Are you listening to music right now? No. Do you like maxi dresses? No. Was the last person you talked to in person related to you? Nope. Will you keep your last name when you get married? I did keep it. Would you rather have orange juice or milk with your breakfast? Depends. What are your plans for your next birthday? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I was trying to plan a party where everyone I knew could hang out at the same time at the same place and I gave MONTHS notice and people are flaking out on me. I guess I’m not worth celebrating. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Are you a dark-haired, dark-eyed person? Nope. Are you so flexible that you can put your feet behind your head? Nope. Would you rather watch basketball or play basketball? Watch. Do you like fish or chicken more? Fish. What color are your eyes? Green. What scares you more: snakes or spiders? Neither. Has anyone told you they missed you lately? Yeah. What’s your middle name? Martina. Do you have any siblings? Yeah, an older sister. What are you doing right now? This and working. Have you ever liked someone but were afraid to tell them? Eh. Everyone I’ve liked has told me they liked me first lol. Are your lips chapped at the moment? No. When was the last time you were in a car with someone besides family? A week or so ago. What are you wearing on your feet? Birkenstocks. Think back to August, were you in a relationship? Yes. What kind of shoes did you wear today? Birkenstocks. Do you currently have a hickey? No. What color is your hair naturally? Dirty blonde. Does anyone ever spell your name wrong? Yeah. They’ll leave the H off the end or sometimes leave both Hs off all together. And don’t get me started on my last name. Do you think that texting on a date is rude? It can be. Depends on the person and the situation. Like Mark and I have been together for 8 years (today! :) ) so we went on a date and he texted someone I wouldn’t really care that much unless that’s all he was doing. How old do you look? I think I look like I’m in my early 20s. Look in your inbox, who’s your last message from? Sarah. What are you doing tomorrow? Work, swimming. What’s the weather like? It’s pretty nice out right now. Do you have any fun plans for tomorrow? You just asked me what I was doing tomorrow. What was the highlight of your week? Today we are getting sushi for our anniversary!!!!!!