#I knew it was going to be bad when that serious reply started with action asterisks LMAO

[samuraisharkie]

did I SERIOUSLY get called an “absolute walnut” from a tumblr checkmark blog. AIEJGKWJGKDNGM. if I saw sainamoonshine irl I would maul their ableist condescending ass within an inch of their life. not worth it to fight with them bc they clearly don’t care about anyone else’s perspective but jesus fucking CHRIST what a piss poor refutation of me calling them ableist. And in three paragraphs no less!

[mncxbe]

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: reference post; @soullessfyodor here's my take on Fyodor with a guardian angel♡// ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, Fyodor's a bit manipulative + has a God complex, dubious relationship between them, possibly inaccurate biblical lore

he knows you're there, knows you exist. growing up in a religious family, he's always been told that his guardian angel was watching over him, making sure he was safe from any danger. but trying to interact with you never actually occurred to him

you showed yourself to him for the first time when he was around ten. he'd caught a terrible flu and his already weak body could barely handle it. so you did your job, you healed him and ever since you visited him more and more often

it was against the rules but what could you do? he was a quiet kid, a bit too intelligent for his own good and you just had a feeling that there was something wrong with him

your suspicions were confirmed once he started joining different criminal organizations. you tried to keep him on a straight path but there wasn't much you could do to change his resolve

"Don't worry, my dear angel, I am quite certain that the purity of my soul is untainted." he smiled as he packed his few belongings in a suitcase.

"I'm begging you, Fyodor. Don't go to Japan it's a bad idea–" you protested but he wouldn't have it.

"I'm not keen on using this argument but I am an adult now, angel. I can make my own decisions"

"You're still acting like a kid" you huffed, fluffing your wings, causing a few feathers to fall on the bed covers. Fyodor chuckled, gently seizing your chin "And you're still acting like my mother. There's no need for you to be so concerned for me"

ever since Fyodor moved to Japan to pursue his plans the relationship between you changed. Fyodor became more secretive, but you still didn't give up on your routine– every night, Fyodor played the cello for you or read you a few pages of his book. those were his little ways of showing you his gratitude for always being there for him

after a few months you could sense a deeper change. he barely talked to you about his plans and every time you tried to voice your concerns he deflected

"My, my, angel. I told you before there's no reason to worry about me." smiled the man, motioning you to join him in bed.

"I'm serious, Fyodor. I can't keep covering up for you. You're killing people don't you realize your actions have consequences for me? And for you too" Fyodor simply laughed, pulling you next to him as he traced the outline of your wings with his fingertips "Am I upsetting the higher ups?" You nodded and his grin widened. Cupping your face with his free hand, Fyodor brought you closer to him.

"Why should I care about that, my dear? After all, I am a God myself, aren't I?" Before you could reply Fyodor placed a kiss to the corner of your lips"You know I'm right."

"You shouldn't say such things"

"You've let so many things slide, angel, I'm sure you can excuse some mild blasphemy"

and you did let it slide, and other things too. there were many things he should've been sanctioned for but you swept them under the rug– no matter what atrocious things he did you still believed he was the sweet Fyodor you once knew

it didn't take long until you lost your place among the angels and were sent to hell. call it divine judgement, or karma, but covering Fyodor's endeavours for so long did have a consequence

as a fallen angel you could still come to earth whenever you pleased but for a while you avoided Fyodor. you were mad he was cruel enough to let this happen. all of this could've been avoided if he would've just listened to you

still, it didn't take long for you to return to him. after spending so much time together you couldn't just ignore him. especially not when you could hear him calling out your name through the endless night in hell

"So, my angel, are you getting accustomed to your new home?" he taunted, his lithe fingers dancing along the cello's cords, his music echoing through the dim-lit room.

"Don't you dare joke about that" you hissed "How did you find out in the first place?"

"I figured, since you stopped visiting for a while..." Taking note of your silence Fyodor sighed, putting down his instrument "I do appreciate your sacrifice, angel. Your devotion is truly remarkable"

You scoffed again at his words, feeling your blood boil "You should be ashamed of yourself. You condemned me to a life in hell."

"You could always come and live with me. You're more than welcome in my humble home" he said in a honeyed vocie as he got up from his chair and moved towards you. He kneeled in front of the futon you were laying on and held your hand. "My dear angel, forgive me. If what I doing wasn't this important I would've given up on my goals. But it can't be helped"

You sighed, running your thumb along his knuckles "Such important plans yet you cannot tell me anything about them."

"Of course not" he smiled "Not now at least, but one day will come when I'll tell you everything. Until then, you'll have to trust me."

You remained silent for a while, a heavy tension settling between the two of you before he spoke again. "You lost your God and your status, but I assume you still have your powers."

"You're correct"

"Then stay by my side, look over me like you always have" The man rose to his feet and leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear "I can give you a purpose. That's what you need, right?"

"So you're asking me to taint my soul even more? To give up on my principles, on everything."

"You were already deemed a sinner, my angel. You've fallen. I'm offering you a way to rise back up– a new god, a new purpose." Striaghtening his back, he bowed, holding a hand in front of you. "So what do you say?"

You weren't stupid– it was obvious what Fyodor was after. He just needed your powers to keep him alive. You were just another tool, another pawn. But it was the best deal you could've asked for, so you hesitantly accepted his hand. Fyodor smiled, helping you up from the couch before he placed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.

"You and I, my dear, are going to accomplish great things together"

[savannahsdeath]

hiii I love your work! could you pretty please do some toxic ellie? :)

TOXIC!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: a miserable attempt to leave your toxic girlfriend

warnings: preferably 18+, just lots of toxic shit, manipulating, reader is crying

writers note: probably the only toxic post you'll see on my profile. honestly, i dont even know why i wrote this and im posting it just for the anon. i dont support any toxic behavior, cuz even a simple fanfic can bring some harm. dont read it if youre sensitive to such topics and if you decide to read it, dont romanticize it and dont blame me for any bad feelings you felt while reading - youre responsible for your own media consumption, im not forcing anyone to read. as i said, i just post it for the anon and also because i dont want it to just sit in my drafts (i dont have the guts to delete it). ugh its kinda long but i just want to make sure everyones safe, please take care🩷

you were sitting in your bed with your head buried between your knees for half an hour now, ignoring the buzzing of your phone. you caught her with another girl. you should cry and feel miserable, and all you could think of was; 'finally! finally a reason to leave her!!'. all you could feel was happiness.

but leaving her wasn't easy. you tried a few times before.

'maybe it'll be different this time', you hoped. but the way you kept receiving notifications from her said otherwise. 'maybe if i ignore her for a few more minutes, she'll let me go.'

you tried to put your phone down, but your hands won't let you. your thumbs kept reaching for the screen in a desperate, involuntary action. you were powerless to stop it. you knew you shouldn't respond. you know you should walk away, but you couldn't. every time she messaged you, your heart beated faster and your breathing quickened. you knew this isn't the best thing for you, but a part of you was still clinging to hope.

'enough, stop it.' you ordered to yourself.

you picked up your phone, deciding to call your friend. she'll make you remember all the cruel things ellie did and leaving her will be easier.

your hands were shaking and you were truly scared of what's going to happen. you hestitated for too long before clicking on your friend's profile and.. lost your chance.

ellie was calling you. she wasn't giving up and she was probably pissed off by now.

you sighed and whispered; 'sorry' to your future self, before answering the call.

"why aren't you answering to my texts, huh?" she asked in an accusatory tone, as if you were the one who did something wrong.

your breath hitched as you heard her voice. there's no going back now. "i'm sorry, ellie, it's over." you mumbled and shook your head in disbelief. 'i'm sorry'?? for what? where was your confidence?

she took it from you, just like she's going to take anything she wants.

"i'll pick you up in a few minutes." she announced and you felt tears starting to well up in your eyes.

great. so she's on her way here.

you took a deep breath to stop your voice from quivering. "i'm not going anywhere- not with you."

ellie laughed, thinking it's all a joke. "you're funny, honey. you know you come crawling back to me everytime." she replies calmly. "so get ready. i'm coming to pick you up, and then we can talk about this. like grown-ups."

ellie was good at controlling you. she'll say she's coming to pick you up, and you'll be waiting on your porch when she arrives. she had a firm grip on you and she knew it.

not this time.

"like grown-ups?" you nervously laughed. "you cheated on me. again."

ellie didn't get angry. she wasn't even surprised.

"don't overreact, babe." she replied in an irritated tone. "it's not like it was anything serious. it's just some random girl. i'm still with you. you should know that."

you were stunned by her cavalier attitude. she really thought it's no big deal.

"leave me alone." if there was even a little bit of toughness in your voice before, it all left. now, you were just simply begging her to stop. "please."

ellie's confidence and her nonchalant attitude was getting to you. you felt angry, but at the same time, you were starting to doubt yourself.

you wanted to hang up, but you couldn't. you just waited for her reaction, praying this'll be the end. but you knew everything depended on what ellie wants, and for her, only her own good mattered.

ellie chuckled. "oh, sweetheart. you think you can just break up with me over the phone? we're not even having a fight here. come on, be reasonable. let's just talk this through. i'll be there soon."

you proudly raised your chin, even though she couldn't see that. the tears ruined your confident facade anyway. "i locked the door."

she stayed silent for a moment, not expecting that from you. but she always had a plan b, and you realised that as soon as you heard her laugh. "i'll check that myself."

you heard her car arrive outside your house, and an instant wave of regret washed over you.

she knocked on the front door. "i'm here, love. open up." her voice was gentle, with an apologetic tone.

you knew it was all a ploy to get you to open the door. you knew this was just another manipulative tactic she was using, but it was starting to work.

"come on, be a smart girl." she continued in a sweet voice. "or we'll do this the hard way."

you cursed yourself for how weak you felt, even though it wasn't your fault.

"ellie, please..." you begged, with as much authority as you could muster, but your pleads still sounded weak.

"what's that, babe? are you crying?" she responded in a mocking tone.

you felt powerless to resist her. your stomach twisted in knots, but your fingers reached for the knob. your other hand quickly wiped away your tears, though there were some visible smudges left. you stared at the doorknob in your hand, fighting every instinct in your body to open it and let her in. but you knew she'll get her way, sooner or later. you just wanted to get this over with.

with a shaking hand, you opened the door. you saw that ellie was holding a set of keys - there was definitely one to your house too. she could just unlock the door, but she wanted to check if you'll listen to her. you didn't even want to think about what would happen if you didn't give up.

she walked inside like she owned the place, and she didn't even look at you. she knew she's got you wrapped around her finger.

"good girl." she said, with the same mocking tone.

ellie's eyes darted around the room, and she walked over to take a closer look at a framed photo of the two of you on your shelf. she smirked, letting out a sarcastic 'hmph, so cute'.

you stood there, defeated, as she walked past you and paced around your home. she made herself comfortable, as if she belongs there. you tried to keep a brave face, but she could see right through it.

she sat down and turned to you. "tell me, why we ended up here?" she asked, her voice was cold and unforgiving, but it also sounded curious. "why are you trying to leave me? aren't you happy?"

you felt your lips tremble, as you parted them to speak. "you know damn well what you did."

she stood up and walked up to you, standing right in your face and leaning a little to match your eye level. "fucked another girl? huh? is that it?" she stroked your cheek with the back of her fingers, mocking your pout.

you flinched away from her touch, but she grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you towards her.

"i just had some fun." she said calmly. "besides, you can't blame me for wanting something different. just trying to make up for what you lack." she caressed your face, tracing your lips. it was almost gentle, as if she wasn't even trying to hurt you. but her words cut deep. "now, stop acting like a baby." she let go of your face. "i'm trying to have a mature conversation with you."

the obedient, scared side of you wiped your tears away and straightened up without thinking, but everytime you closed your eyes - everytime you blinked - another wave of salty liquid streamed down your cheeks.

you sniffled and tried to keep it together, but your body was shaking and feeling dizzy. still, you stood your ground.

"please, ellie... i can't do this anymore." you begged in a shaky voice.

"sh, shhh..." ellie wrapped her hands around you, rubbing your hair in a soothing motion. "don't say dumb things. i already know you can't live without me. you know that too." she grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to look at her for a second. "don't you?"

her embrace felt somehow comforting, not matching the poisoning effect of her words. you clinged onto her, hoping to get as much from this rare moment as possible.

but you knew, deep down, that this is just another manipulation tactic. you shouldn't fall for her games.

"there, there." she whispered to you. she held you even tighter, as if she was trying to absorb every ounce of energy you had left.

she pulled back and looked you straight in the eyes. "do you see what happens when you try to leave me, babe?"

"i am leaving you." you said with as much conviction as you could muster. "i'm serious this time."

but ellie just smiled, treating your words like a joke. "that's funny, honey. this is just another one of your little tantrums. you're just upset because you haven't gotten enough attention these days. but you don't want to lose me." she ran her hands along your cheeks and caressed your hair. "you'll come back to me. you'll come crawling back, just like always. because you can't live without me."

you instantly buried your face in her chest, as she started stroking your back.

she sighed. "are you finished?"

you felt ashamed. you failed, once again. you let her win.

you lifted your head up so you could see her expression. her smile was even more mocking and cruel now that you've given in to her.

"that's more like it, babe." she said with that same condescending tone. she pulled you in for another hug, as if nothing happened. "now, let's forget all about today, okay?" she whispered in your ear. "my pretty girl."

[austinshotbutlers]

The Wedding Date - Part Six

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister's wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is... you don't have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.6K

TW: Swearing, smut (unprotected sex, oral F! receiving) and bad writing?

A/N: A lot happens on this chpater but I hope its nice and smooth to read 😬 but we’re finally at the last chapter!!! I hope you’ve enjoyed it all. Like I said before, i plan to write a prologue and epiloge and still have two social media AUs to post! Thank you for all the love and support!

You were stood with your ear pressed against the door in the hopes of hearing the conversation between Tom and Sarah. You were able to make out little snippets here and there when suddenly your mom came bounding over. “What’s going on?” She asked. “Sarah is meant to be walking down the aisle in five minutes.”

“Mom… shhhh.” You said turning to her. “Sarah is just… having a minute to calm her nerves.” You lied.

“Ok, well please tell her to hurry up, the guests are getting antsy! I’ll just go and get your father.” And she walked off down the hall. As soon as she was out of sight, you pressed your ear back against the door.

“Tom, I just can’t tell you how sorry I am I never told you.” Sarah choked out.

“Look baby, I don’t care! It happened before we were together. I just needed a minute to process that you slept with Luke. I mean, I know he’s my friend and everything but Luke? Really?” Tom said with a slight jokiness.

“Do you still want to go ahead with this?” Sarah asked meekly.

“Hell yes, I do! But from this day forth, we tell each other everything ok?” Tom said. “If this marriage thing is gonna work honey, we need to be truthful.”

“Of course!” Sarah said, her tone a little cheerier.

“I actually think you should thank your sister.” Tom began and you could hear the eye roll in Sarah’s scoff. “I’m glad she got you to tell me actually. I’d much prefer to have heard it from you than Luke, we know his reputation for blurting things out.”

“I guess you’re right. I mean, I just told her she was a shitty sister when I’m the shitty one.” Sarah sighed and you triumphantly smiled to yourself. Sarah never admitted she was wrong so to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth, it was music to your ears. “I mean, what the hell was I thinking about sleeping with Luke in the first place? I think I was just desperate for your attention.”

“And it worked,” Tom replied. “Come on, let’s do this thing.”

You heard Tom’s footsteps towards the door and frantically scrambled away from your position where your ear has been pressed up against the wood. Tom opened the door and looked at you with a bright smile on his face, followed by a big thumbs up. He then made his way down the hallway, presumably to wait for your sister at the altar.

You cautiously walked towards your sister and knocked lightly at the door. Sarah hastily turned around and looked at you. She didn’t say a word, but you knew by the way she tilted her head, she was inviting you into the room. You slowly walked in and stopped a few steps in front of Sarah.

“So…” you started. “Is everything…” You didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Y/N.” Sarah cut you off. “I’m sorry. Utterly and completely sorry. Sorry for what I did, sorry for not telling you, just sorry for being a shitty sister.” “Thank you.” You replied. “I guess maybe I should apologise as well but I was hurt. I just couldn’t believe you kept it a secret from me for so long.”

“And I completely understand that Y/N! You don’t have to apologise.” Sarah said and you were shocked to hear the words leave her lips. Never did you think you’d be hearing Sarah take accountability for her actions while also justifying your own.

“How did Tom take the news?” you asked despite knowing.

“He was hurt I didn’t tell him sooner, of course he has every right to be upset about it.” Sarah started. “But he still wants to get married!” and you could hear the relief in her voice and a bright smile filled her face.

“You will still be my maid of honour, won’t you?” Sarah asked, worry wavering in her voice.

“Of course, I will Sarah.” You smiled. “You’re still my sister… despite the shitty things you may have done.”

“Thank you!” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a tight hug. “Thank you so much sissy.”

***

You found Aaron hovering outside the entrance to the hall the ceremony was about to take place. He was watching people fidgeting in their seats as they awaited the bride’s entrance.

“Hey!” you smiled as you reached him. Aaron turned around to face you and a smile grew on his face. Aaron was relieved to see you in a happier mood than a mere 30 minutes ago.

“Everything ok?” He asked.

“Everything is good. I actually received several apologies from Sarah. Something I never thought I’d hear to be honest.” You began. “Oh! And I guess it’s good news that the wedding is still going ahead.”

“That’s great then.” Aaron smiled and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you sorted everything but remember, you have every right to be upset with the situation.”

Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned up to peck another quick kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“I just want you to know, your feelings are valid and justified,” Aaron added.

“I know Aaron and I love you for being just so perfect.” You smiled brightly and a pink tint tinged the tips of Aaron’s ears. He wrapped his arms around your waist while yours slid up his arms to perch around his neck.

“I love you, Agent Hotchner.” You smiled.

“I love you too Agent Y/L/N.” Aaron replied placing his lips on yours once again in a searing kiss.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Your mom hissed through her teeth causing you and Aaron to hastily pull apart from each other.

“Aaron, go find your seat! Y/N, where is your bouquet?” Your mom frantically barked her orders. “Sarah is about to walk down the aisle. Quick get into positions!”

“I’ll see you soon.” You whispered to Aaron before he escorted your mom down the aisle to their seats.

Then, the excited bridesmaids began to clamber into the hallway, arranging themselves in the correct order and checking all their dresses were straight and their bouquets looked perfect. Next came Sarah, looking so flawless despite the chaotic last hour, with her arm firmly folded into your dad’s.

“Are we all ready?” Sarah asked excitedly and a wave of murmurs and excited whispers followed from the crowd of bridesmaids.

“Are you ready?” you asked Sarah and she nodded eagerly.

“I’m so ready!” Sarah replied.

You smiled at her and took your position, ready to walk down the aisle. The music started to play and off you went.

***

“More champagne?” Aaron asked, offering the bottle.

“Yes please.” You smiled, passing your glass to Aaron. He took it and filled it up perfectly with the bubbly beverage before handing the glass back to you.

“You looked so beautiful during the ceremony,” Aaron said to you as you took a sip from your champagne flute.

“Flattery will get you everywhere Mr Hotchner.” You laughed, placing a hand on his thigh.

Aaron placed his hand on top of yours and smiled at you before the two of you looked around the room at everyone as they finished their meals. Sarah and Tom were giggling away at their table at the front while Livvy was flirting with one of the groomsmen she had been put with for the ceremony.

“Everyone has finished their meals.” You groaned, burying your head into Aaron’s neck.

“Yes?...” He responded slightly confused.

“So it means it’ll be speeches soon and I cannot stand public speaking.” You sighed.

Aaron laughed which caused you to sit up and shoot him a glare.

“Why are you laughing?” You asked slightly annoyed. “This is my worst nightmare.”

“I’m not laughing at you.” Aaron replied. “It’s just funny that you can deliver a profile to police officers you’ve never met before but can’t make a speech in front of people you know.”

“Well, there’s a slight difference.” You said. “There are a lot more people here than at any police station.”

Aaron just chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on your temple. “You’ll be fine,” he murmured against your skin.

Suddenly, the sound of a knife being tapped against a glass caught everyone’s attention and every guest turned to face the bride and groom. Tom was stood up and pulled a paper from his suit pocket, unfolding it carefully before holding it out, ready to read his speech. One by one, everyone made their speeches, Tom, Sarah, your dad, Tom’s mom and Luke (whose speech was fortunately short, snappy and a little bit awkward) before it was your turn. Aaron squeezed your hand reassuringly as you stood up, everyone’s eyes shifting to you.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Hi everyone. I hope you’ve all been enjoying yourselves so far. Don’t worry! I am the last speechmaker for the night so as soon as I’m done, you’re free to head to the bar.” You joked and a few laughs echoed around the room. You ran your hands down the front of your dress, your palms sweaty from nerves. “Sarah. I remember when we were younger, you would cut pictures out of mom’s magazines to design your own wedding in your scrapbook. They were always so big and extravagant with bright pink dresses and crazy venues like Disneyland. But I also remember the hours I spent tidying up all your paper scraps and rubbish,” You laughed and others joined in including Sarah. “You always knew exactly what you wanted and I guess I was jealous of you in that way. You had your life perfectly planned out while I was stuck deciding if I wanted to profile criminals or not, much to Mom’s dismay.” And this time your dad’s laugh caught your ears. “And I’ll be honest, I had been dreading your wedding, I really had! But now that I’m here, while we may have had our rocky patches over the last few days, you’ll always be my sister and I want you to be happy, I know you and Tom will have a very happy life together. To Tom and Sarah!” you said, raising your glass and everyone followed.

You immediately sat back down and released a breath.

“That was perfect,” Aaron muttered as you sat. “I think I saw Sarah wipe away some tears.”

“Phew, at least I didn’t fuck that up.” You replied and watched as the guests began to file through the doors to the dancefloor and bar. “Come on, let's go get a drink.”

***

The dance floor was heaving with everyone dancing as the DJ played a mixture of upbeat songs. You and Aaron stood and watched the chaos as you both sipped on a glass of scotch. He had his arm wrapped around your waist while your head rested against his shoulder. The several glasses of alcohol had now begun to go to your head.

“Thank you,” You said. “For agreeing to come with me. Never did I think that the things that happened over the last few days would have happened when you said you’d be my fake boyfriend.”

“I think, agreeing to be your fake boyfriend was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” Aaron smiled. “Finally having the confidence to tell you how I really feel about you was something I never thought would happen.”

“We also had sex.” You said excitedly and Aaron chuckled to himself, amused by your tipsy revelations.

You were just about to speak again when one of your favourite songs began to play, echoing loudly around the room.

“Oh my god! I love this song.” You smiled brightly and Aaron melted at the sight of how happy you were. “Come on! Let's dance.”

You both put your glasses down on the bar before you dragged Aaron onto the busy dancefloor. You wrapped your arms around his neck while Aaron’s hands found your hips by instinct as you began to sway in time with the music together. You buried your head into Aaron's neck and your knees nearly buckled at the comforting smell of his cologne. Everything felt so perfect.

“How long do you think we have to stay here?” Aaron asked.

“Why? Have somewhere you want to be?” You questioned with a laugh.

“Yes I do,” he smirked. “And it involves you, a bed and no clothes.”

“I like the sound of that,” you smiled, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. “How about we stay for another hour and then I’m all yours?”

“Sounds perfect,” Aaron smiled. “I’ll just get us another drink.”

You nodded with a smile and watched as Aaron made his way through the sea of people on the dance floor and towards the bar.

A sweaty hand on your arm drew you from your thoughts and you turned to see Liv with a huge grin plastering her face.

“How has your night been?” She asked.

“Good!” You shouted so Liv could hear you over the music.

“I’m surprised Aaron hasn’t taken you home yet and ripped that dress off you.” She laughed and you rolled your eyes jokingly. “I’m currently trying to persuade Josh to invite me back to his hotel.” And she pointed over to the good-looking, blonde-haired man.

“I think his name is Greg.” You corrected her with a laugh.

“Whatever!” Liv laughed. “He’s hot and it's ritual for a bridesmaid to hook up with a groomsman.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Here honey,” Aaron’s voice said from behind you and you turned to see him holding out a glass of white wine to you. You took it from him gratefully and Aaron looked over to Liv who was beside you. “Sorry Liv, I would have got you a drink as well,” Aaron said, and a warmth flared in your chest from just how sweet he is.

“Don’t worry about it Aaron,” Liv smiled and then she turned back to you. “Operation ‘hook up with Josh’ is in full swing.”

“Greg!” You corrected her again with a laugh.

“Greg… whatever!” Liv shrugged you off with a laugh as she headed back towards the blonde groomsman.

“What was that about?” Aaron laughed as he took a sip from his bottle of beer before wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Just Liv’s chosen target for the night.” You laughed in response and leaned your head on Aaron’s shoulder.

The night went on as you and Aaron found yourself comfortably seated at a table, drinking wine and sharing kisses every now and then. The dancefloor was still alive with people including your mom and dad as well as Livvy (who was far too busy kissing the groomsman, Greg). Sarah and Tom had cut the cake, which had been shared amongst all the guests before she tossed the bouquet which Tom’s little sister caught (much to her boyfriend’s hatred!).

You looked over to Aaron as he watched the room and leaned into his ear so he could hear you.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said and Aaron could practically hear the smirk in your voice. “We’ve stayed a lot longer than we said we would and now I’m desperate to get you alone.”

Aaron looked into your eyes with a desire that sent butterflies through your stomach.

“Come on,” he said, standing up and taking your hand. “Let’s get a cab.”

You quickly made your way around the room, bidding your farewells to Sarah and Tom, your mom and dad and of course Liv, who gave you a knowing wink as you pulled away from your hug with her.

Once comfortably situated inside a cab on your way home, Aaron had you pulled close to him, littering your neck with soft kisses and occasionally nipping your skin.

“If you keep this up, we’re going to get kicked out of the cab,” you giggled. “And I don’t particularly want to be walking home in these heels.”

“I’ll carry you,” Aaron mumbled between placing kisses down your neck towards your collarbone.

“I… like this side of you,” you breathed out as Aaron’s hand came to rest on your thigh, squeezing it gently. “But we’re nearly home and then I’ll be completely and utterly yours.”

Aaron simply nodded and buried his head in your neck where he stayed the rest of the journey home.

Aaron’s hands were on you the second you walked through the door. He squeezed your hips as his lips met yours in a bruising kiss before trailing down your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. Within seconds, Aaron had you pushed up against the wall, his head ducked down low as he placed sloppily kisses across your cleavage.

“So…. Desperate…” you muttered breathlessly.

“You are irresistible,” Aaron mumbled, lifting his head to look at your face. His gaze was intense and filled with lust and heat settled in the bottom of your abdomen.

“Upstairs?” Aaron suggested but it came out more as a demand.

“Yes Sir,” You replied and flashed him a teasing smile when you saw his eyes darken at the use of the professional name.

The two of you frantically made your way upstairs and headed straight for your bedroom. You slammed the door behind you and kicked off your heels while Aaron began to take off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. You made your way over to him and started to unbutton the crisp white shirt, your fingers delicately brushing over his skin. As soon as he was freed of the white fabric, you leaned up to kiss Aaron and as your lips met in a searing kiss, Aaron’s hands fiddled with the zip at the back of your dress before effortlessly pulling it all the way down. He pulled away from the kiss first, tugging lightly at the silky fabric of the dress to encourage it to slip off your body. Once you had your arms free of the straps, the fabric slipped smoothly down your body and pooled at your feet. Aaron’s breath hitched as he took in your appearance before his lips were back on yours and you could feel his growing erection pushing into you.

“I… I need you,” you managed to mutter between breathless kisses. Your underwear was practically soaking now, you needed Aaron inside of you immediately.

“Get on the bed,” he whispered against your lips in a commanding tone. You did as he instructed and laid on the bed. You looked back up at Aaron’s tall, dominating stance from where he stood looking down at you from the end of the bed. You bit your lip as you looked at the bulge straining against Aaron’s trousers, spreading your legs apart ever so slightly to show Aaron that you were ready for him.

Aaron got down onto his knees and pulled you closer towards him by your ankles. He started kissing gently up your legs, scattering small pecks here and there before he reached your thighs where he then started to nip lightly at the skin. You gasped out in shock at the sudden feeling of his teeth on your skin and were now very aware of how close Aaron was to your soaked pussy.

“A…Aaron,” you breathed out. “I need you…”

“Do you trust me?” Aaron asked from his position between your legs and you nodded quickly.

His fingers hooked under the fabric of your underwear and he began pulling them down your legs until you were completely free of the wet fabric. Aaron then returned to your centre and slowly slid two fingers inside of you.

“So wet already…” Aaron mused as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you gently.

You gasped at the pleasure and grasped at the bed sheets when Aaron’s thumb made contact with your clit. Then suddenly, Aaron ducked his head down and before you could ask what he was doing, his tongue swiped through your wet folds.

“Oh!” you gasped out as Aaron stayed buried between your thighs, his tongue circling around your clit. Your hand found its way into Aaron’s hair, grasping it between your fingers and pulling on it ever so gently.

The taste of your arousal on Aaron’s tongue was enough to push him over the edge as he traced his tongue back and forth through your folds, his tongue swirling and circling again and again around your clit, your hips bucking up slightly at the pleasure.

“You’re…. you’re really good at this,” you managed to whisper through your pleasure. No previous partner had ever gone down on you before, Aaron was opening your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure.

He hummed something from between your thighs and the vibrations that followed through your body were enough to tip you over the edge. Aaron kept teasing his tongue through your folds, his hands had a strong grip on your hips to keep you in place as he pushed his tongue hard around your clit.

“Aaron… I’m going to,” you couldn’t finish your sentence as the orgasm took over your body. The moans that left your throat motivated Aaron to keep teasing and circling your pussy as he began to taste all of you.

Once you came back to your senses, you pulled Aaron up so that he was hovering over you and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a desperate, bruising kiss.

“That was… incredible.” You mumbled against his slightly swollen lips. “But now I need you inside of me.”

Aaron chuckled before looking into your eyes and muttering something along the lines of ‘so desperate’ as he pulled back from you and looked down at your naked body.

“Please Aaron…” you groaned as you sat up and impatiently reached for his belt, beginning to unbuckle it.

As soon as Aaron was rid of his trousers and boxers, he was hovering above you and placing kisses along your jaw and neck.

“Ready?” Aaron asked between kisses.

“Yes!” you replied desperately.

Aaron reached down and aligned his cock with your centre, rubbing the head through your wet folds a few times before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. You gasped at the sudden fullness and gripped Aaron’s shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Ok?” Aaron asked and you nodded quickly.

Aaron then began rocking his hips against yours at a teasingly slow pace, nearly pulling out of you before he thrust his length back inside of your pussy.

“Harder.” You said in between your breathless moans and Aaron quickly obliged, his pace quickening as he began to fuck you hard.

“Been thinking about this…” Aaron grunted as he thrust into you. “All day.”

“Me too!” You replied and moaned loudly as Aaron fucked deeper into you, hitting the right stop.

Your moans, Aaron could listen to them all day – they were enough to push him tumbling over the edge, but he tried to restrain himself for as long as he could.

“Touch yourself,” Aaron instructed.

You did as he said and started circling your clit as Aaron’s thrusts began to become sloppy as he reached closer and closer to his own pleasure.

“Fuck!” Aaron hissed as he come inside of you. The sudden heat that filled you up was enough to then push you over the edge into blinding pleasure as Aaron rode out his orgasm.

“Oh! Aaron…” you moaned into his neck, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders as Aaron’s pace began to slow down.

Aaron was mindlessly twiddling his fingers through the ends of your hair as the two of you laid in each other's arms. Your body still tingled with Aaron’s touch and satisfaction flowed through your veins.

“Now all this wedding shit is over, I can finally thank you properly for agreeing to come with me.” You said as you snuggled closer into Aaron’s chest.

“You’ve been thanking me all weekend honey,” Aaron replied and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Again, if I hadn’t agreed to come with you, I’d still be silently pinning for you from my office.”

“If you hadn’t come, I don’t think I’d have been able to make it through the week without committing murder.” You laughed and sat up to look at him. “And of course, I would never have had the opportunity to tell you how I’ve been madly in love with you since the day I joined the BAU.”

“I love you so much,” Aaron smiled, sitting up slightly so he was now elevated on his arm.

“I love you too.” You smiled brightly and leaned down to capture Aaron’s lips in a quick, chaste kiss. “You have been the best fake boyfriend ever.”

Aaron let out a hearty laugh before looking back at you with nothing but complete adoration in his eyes that made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“I hope I’m not being too bold to assume that my title has been upgraded?” He asked with an anxious smile.

“Aaron Hotchner is this your attempt to ask me to be your girlfriend?” you laughed and a red tint tinged the tips of Aaron’s ears.

“Well…” Aaron couldn’t find the words.

You laughed loudly before throwing your arms around his neck and peppering his cheek and jawline with kisses.

“I’d love nothing more than to be officially known as your girlfriend.” You smiled and Aaron leaned up to place a bruising kiss on your lips. “You’re now my go-to wedding date.” You smiled brightly and Aaron chuckled.

***

One year later

A knock on his office door drew Aaron from his thoughts. He put down the file he had been looking at and turned to face the door where you were standing.

“Agent Y/L/N,” Aaron said in his ‘professional’ voice. “Come in.”

You walked into the office and shut the door behind you as you produced a pink envelope which Aaron rose an eyebrow at.

“What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“So, big news.” You began, a wide smile spreading across your face. “Livvy’s and Greg’s wedding invitation has just been delivered!”

“Brilliant,” Aaron replied in a monotonous tone, his eyes had drifted back to the file he had previously been reading.

“Aaron! This is important!” You scold him as you sit yourself down on the chair across from his desk.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m listening. Liv’s wedding invitation, yes?”

“Yes! It’s in 3 months' time. 25th September in LA of course.” You smiled, sliding the invitation across the desk for Aaron to read.

“Is this your way of asking for the time off?” He asked, a teasing look in his eyes.

“you’re so funny…” you rolled your eyes. “I thought you’d know by now baby, you’re always my go-to wedding date remember.”

“Of course! How could I forget.” Aaron replied sarcastically but with a small smile on his lips. “Luckily this time, we won’t have to pretend we’re dating.”

You laughed as you took the invitation back from Aaron. “That’s very true!” Aaron stood up as he walked you to the door of his office.

“So save the date Hotchner, 25th September you’re coming back to LA with me. Back to see my psychotic family.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Y/L/N.” Aaron chuckled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Not very appropriate workplace behaviour Sir,” You teased him.

“It’s a good thing my blinds are closed then,” Aaron smirked and ducked his head down to place another searing kiss on your lips.

[thenerdykneazle]

Fast Asleep

Summary: Sebastian finds himself unable to resist his curiosity when late nights fighting baddies cause the two of you to repeatedly spend the night in the Room of Requirement together. He justifies his actions at first - as he does best - but he quickly spirals out of control.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Second person but Seb's perspective

Word count: 9856

Warnings: 18+, sexually explicit content, aged-up characters, non-consensual somnophilia, dead dove, loss of virginity / first time

Seriously, this is the most unhinged thing I've ever written. Please take care of yourself and do not read if it will trigger you or you're uncomfortable with the subject matter. This is a far cry from my last few fluffy pieces.

It had started innocently enough. It was out of necessity, after all, that you were in the situation to begin with. He hadn’t planned or manipulated anything. But Sebastian was not one to pass up an opportunity when it was so perfectly presented to him.

Truthfully, the first time Sebastian slept with you was totally innocent. It was just sleeping. You’d been out adventuring far too late and rather than risk getting caught wandering the halls, you flooed directly into the Room of Requirement, which had produced a bedroom with a set of twin beds. You each slept in your own until you awoke screaming. You’d had a nightmare about one of the poachers that you’d just faced hitting Sebastian with a killing curse rather than the near-miss that had happened in real life.

You were screaming his name, and no one would sleep through that. Sebastian had awoken with a start and immediately rushed to you, asking what was wrong and if you were hurt. You told him about your dream. He sat on the edge of your bed and just held you. You couldn’t bear not being able to confirm that he was okay, so you asked him to bring his bed next to yours. He levitated it over, and you watched him for nearly an hour before you were able to fall asleep again.

The next time late-night adventuring brought you both to the Room of Requirement, Sebastian had to support you as you limped along. You’d taken several hard hits in the spider den, and you’d both run out of wiggenwelds. He sat you on the nearest chair before grabbing an extra phial of the green liquid from your cabinet.

“I still think you should go to Nurse Blainey,” Sebastian said gravely.

You waved him off. “I’m fine,” you insisted. You could feel your deep-set bruises fading already.

“It’s not worth the risk,” he argued firmly.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll go in the morning. I’m tired,” you said, aiming for a compromise like you always did.

“You could be bleeding internally. You could die in your sleep!” Sebastian said, trying not too sound too panicked. He knew his eyes betrayed just how scared he was. “I can’t let something bad happen to you.”

You sighed, which frustrated him because he knew you were going to keep arguing. “I can tell it’s not that serious. I just want to sleep, Seb,” you said pleadingly.

Sebastian’s jaw tensed. He had a very, very difficult time saying no to you. He agreed to let you sleep under the condition that he could check on you every hour. You agreed, and you went to your respective beds. You fell asleep quickly, but Sebastian couldn’t. He was too worried. He watched you sleep – or tried to, but the room was dim, and it was hard to see if you were breathing.

After twenty minutes, he got up and padded his bare feet across the room until he stood beside your bed. He could hear and see your soft breathing as he knelt by your bed. “MC?” he whispered.

No response.

“MC?” he called louder.

You groaned and stirred. “Bash?” you replied, barely lifting your head as you squinted up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I…I just wanted to be sure you’re all right,” he said.

You nuzzled back into your pillow. “Mhmm, just sleeping,” you replied groggily.

“Not dizzy or having headaches, right?” he inquired anxiously.

“No, just tired. Go back to bed,” you said.

So, he did. For another twenty minutes. Then, he got up again and walked back over to convince himself you were still breathing. He had no idea what he’d do if he let something bad happen to you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He already felt guilty that you’d gotten injured so many times that night. There were just so many spiders.

The creaking of the floor woke you up before Sebastian even reached you.

“What time is it?” you grumbled, clearly irritated at being awoken again.

Sebastian checked. “Half one,” he replied.

You groaned and rolled over, away from him. “Go to sleep, Bash,” you groused.

“I’m just worried,” he said, trying to get you to understand. “I have this awful feeling that something’s wrong. Like I’m gonna check and you won’t be breathing.”

You huffed and turned over again. You lifted your blanket up. “Get in,” you ordered.

Sebastian blinked at you. “What?” he asked.

“Get in,” you repeated more harshly. “If you wake me up again, I’ll hex you. You can keep an eye on me from here. Now, hurry up. I want to sleep.”

Sebastian didn’t wait to be told again. He slipped under your covers. You turned onto your right side again, facing away from him and toward the wall. You reached back and grabbed his hand. He blushed, and he was very glad your back was to him. He squeezed your fingers in his, relishing their warmth.

You brought his hand to a spot high on your stomach. “Here. You can feel me breathing,” you stated. “Good night.”

You left his hand on your stomach and tucked your own under your head.

Sebastian briefly felt very silly for thinking you were just trying to hold his hand. He found it hard for his mood to stay depressed as he lay so close to you, though. He focused on the feeling of your breaths as they deepened, evening out as you drifted off. He nuzzled into your neck, where he could feel your pulse. He left the rest of his body disconnected from yours.

At some point, he succumbed to sleep, as well. He woke up still in the dark to the rather startling sound of you retching. You were leaned over the far side of the bed. Sebastian grabbed his wand, vanished your sick, and conjured a bucket in record time. He held your hair and rubbed your back as you panted after seemingly ejecting all of your organs.

“I think I have a concussion,” you said weakly.

“We’re going to Nurse Blainey,” he stated firmly.

You just nodded. You couldn’t tolerate the thought of going by floo, so Sebastian had to walk you to the infirmary. You vomited several times on the way.

After that, Sebastian always slept in your bed when you stayed in the Room of Requirement. Insisting you were fine despite being concussed lost you your credibility with him. He was always worried you were injured without realising it. The next three stays, you fell asleep side-by-side with Sebastian’s hand on your stomach and face pressed into your neck. He realised you had a very high heart rate for someone so active, though it would always slow after you fell asleep. He supposed it took a while for the adrenaline to wear off after one of your escapades. So, he stopped worrying quite so much about it.

But lying in bed next to you was a comfort and a torture. He could convince himself you were fine, which was a relief. On the other hand, your heat sank into his skin and the scent of your shampoo filled his nose, which drove him crazy. He made a fatal error during the fourth time he slept next to you when he opened his eyes. He had just meant to look to see his hand rising and falling with your breathing, because he stopped being sure he really felt it. He might have been imagining the sensations and sounds that he expected, but he didn’t think his mind could conjure the sight of it. So, he checked.

Well, he intended to. But his first view upon opening his eyes was down the front of your nightgown. He knew it wasn’t his fault that he saw your cleavage pressed together through the gap at your loose collar. But he also knew he couldn’t claim innocence when he immediately brushed away a lock of hair that had partially obstructed his view.

Sebastian bit his lip as he continued to stare at the smooth skin of your breasts. He’d never seen a woman’s bare curves from so close before. Hogwarts uniforms didn’t exactly feature brazen displays of décolletage – or even hint at it. He’d only had the odd distant glimpse of the more progressively dressed women in Hogsmeade.

As he took in every detail of the exposed region of your chest, he began to feel that he was being rather invasive. He thought that he probably ought to look away. On the other hand, he could tell by your breasts’ slight rise and fall that you were definitely still breathing. Would it be wrong of him to make sure you didn’t stop? That was the whole point of him sleeping next to you, after all.

So, Sebastian kept his gaze – in the interest of health and safety. The longer her looked, though, the more his fingers itched to touch, as well. Your breasts looked so full and soft. He wondered if he could fit each fully in his hand. He wasn’t sure, but his fingers were quite long. His fingers on your stomach fanned and stretched as he thought about it. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t. To touch you without permission…You’d be furious.

Though, you’d never know, he reasoned. So, how could you be upset? You were more likely to be angered by him asking to touch you when you were awake. Really, it would be better for you if he sated himself while you were unconscious. He was now desperate to find out what you felt like – he had to know. So, there were only two options: offend you or keep a secret. So, really, there was only one option.

Heart thundering in his chest, Sebastian slowly slid his left hand up your stomach, dragging the cotton nightgown up a bit with it. He moved just a few centimetres, then stopped. He watched and listened. There was no change. He slowly released the breath he’d been holding. After a few more seconds, when he was sure you were still fast asleep, he slid his hand a bit higher. He tucked his hand just under your breasts and froze again. He got just a taste of the weight of them, and his cock twitched in his pyjamas.

He could barely hear your soft, rhythmic breaths over the blood rushing in his ears.

He carefully lifted his thumb, stroking between your breasts over your nightgown. The quietest moan escaped Sebastian’s lips, but you slept on, undisturbed. He wanted urgently to fill his palm with your perfectly formed flesh, but he forced himself to move slowly. He stroked the inside of your right breast with his thumb, squeezing it lightly with his index finger still underneath it. It was Heaven.

Emboldened by your heavy sleep, he brought his fingers up over the pillowy mound and flexed them into it. He was practically panting now. His cock was hard and straining against the confines of his garments, trying to reach out to you – begging for Sebastian to press his hips forward and rut them against your backside. He resisted the urge to comply.

Instead, he circled the pads of his fingers on your flesh until his felt your nipple poke through the thin nightgown. You were asleep – totally unaware – but your body responded to him, anyway. Sebastian groaned at the feeling of the pebbled tip under his fingers. It was too loud.

He froze in fear, not even able to pull his incriminating hand off your breast. He was done for. You’d murder him for this. He knew you would. Worse, you’d never speak to him again.

But you slept on. Your breathing hadn’t changed at all.

Sebastian needed to stop. He knew he did. He’d already pushed his luck too far. But the need to feel your other breast as well overpowered anything else. He cupped your left breast in his hand, lightly dragging his thumb over it so that your nipple hardened to his touch.

Fuck.

Feeling your body become aroused to his touch was intoxicating. His dick was throbbing for attention. But just feeling you wasn’t enough. Just like with your breathing. He needed to see you. Gods, it was so wrong. He knew it was. But he had to.

Sebastian gripped the neck of your nightgown. He hesitated. Was he really going through with this? It was a violation of your privacy. Of your trust. You felt safe sleeping next to him.

Fuck. He couldn’t do that to you.

But he so desperately wanted to see you. Find out what colour your nipples were. The size of your areolas. He wanted to know every detail. Maybe even taste you.

He brought his right hand to cup himself over his trousers. He squeezed his shaft with a punishing grip, trying to get even a small bit of relief from his aching cock.

He still had his fist clenched around the collar of your nightgown. He should’ve let go. He’d meant to – the moment he decided not to look, he’d meant to let go. He tugged the collar down just a bit as he was focused on his right hand touching himself. It was on accident, probably. Definitely. He hadn’t meant to. But now the backs of his fingers were pressed into the top of your breast. It was so soft, and a new wave of desire swallowed him. He just had to see you and feel your skin on his own. Gods, he needed it.

He pulled the fabric down further until your left breast was completely exposed. He teased your nipple before palming your breast. He had to stretch his fingers out wide to envelop it. He could just barely fit the whole thing in his hand. An exact fit. Like you were made for him.

“Fuck, MC,” he hissed.

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You stirred a bit as an unintelligible noise left your lips. Sebastian quickly righted your nightgown before returning his hand to your stomach. His heart was beating out of his chest, pounding against his ribs as it tried to break through them.

Were you awake? Had you noticed what he’d done?

You shifted slightly, and then you were still. Your rhythmic breathing returned.

It was a very close call.

Sebastian thought he should pop out and take care of his…current state…before he did something else stupid and woke you for real. But he was nervous to leave you alone. He was still genuinely afraid something bad was going to happen to you. So, he stayed. He just lay there and suffered through the aching desire that had consumed him until his body finally calmed down.

He woke up the next morning extremely hard – way worse than the usual morning wood. It took a good bit of finesse to keep you from noticing. But that was the only evidence of his misdeeds the prior night. After you parted ways, he successfully made it back to his dorm without anyone noticing his…predicament. Once alone, he was quick to close himself in his bed for a wank. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched himself to thoughts of you, but it was the first time his imaginings were more memory than pure fantasy.

The next time he slept next to you in the Room of Requirement, he was hard before you even fell asleep. You rehashed your raid of the goblin camp before really settling down for bed. Sebastian decided he quite liked lying in bed and talking with you. He might like to do it forever. Aside from the anxiety of all the injuries you might have, he vastly preferred sleeping with you in the Room of Requirement to his dorm. And not just because of his new discovery of just how fantastic your tits were.

Though, speaking of them, he was quite eager to say hello. He couldn’t stop thinking of them since he’d gotten to see and feel them a few days ago. He was distracted in every single class the two of you shared, especially potions that day. All class he had watched you as you leaned over your cauldron, your robe off and tie loose. The steam from your cauldron brought a rosy flush to your cheeks – not to mention what it did to your hair. He imagined it was the sort of dishevelled look you’d have after being freshly fucked in the potions supply room. It had him running to the nearest broom cupboard to take care of himself as soon as Sharp had dismissed you all.

Sebastian waited for fifteen agonising minutes after you’d fallen asleep before he dared to move. He’d stop at tucking his hand under your breasts. He just wanted to be close to them again. He wouldn’t be as risky as last time. Or as invasive.

As soon as his hand was under your breasts, his thumb automatically tucked up between them. It was basically a reflex. But that would be as far as he went. Just stroking his thumb between your breasts.

But as he stroked the inside of your right breast again, he realised how lonely it seemed without your arm tucked under it this time. So, he held it for you. He brought his thumb down underneath your gown’s neckline and let out a little whimper as he grazed over your hardened nipple – skin-to-skin.

Not wanting to be unfair, he pulled your gown aside to take out your left breast and palmed it, too. After all, he loved them equally.

He marvelled at how perfectly you fit in his hand. He thought he might’ve imagined it last time, swept up in seeing tits – your tits, no less – for the first time. He bit back a moan as he massaged the flesh. He couldn’t stand how beautiful you were. Every inch of you. It really wasn’t fair. How was he supposed to stay away?

Sebastian carefully raised himself up on his right elbow, doing his best not to shift the bed under you. He needed a better look. Nuzzled into your neck kept him close to your breasts, but he wanted to take in the whole of them. He adjusted the gown so it was pulled down beneath both breasts.

And Gods, they were gorgeous.

He ran his left hand over them, going back and forth to give them equal attention. They were so soft. So pretty. So responsive. Just perfect. He cupped his hand under your left breast. Before he even realised what he was doing, his head had dipped down and his tongue was against your nipple. He licked languid stripes up and down before sucking the bud into his mouth.

You let out a soft sigh.

Sebastian released you with a pop. He just hovered, your breast still in his hand and his mouth centimetres from your wet nipple.

You didn’t stir further.

Unable to resist, he latched back onto your nipple. He kept suckling until you let out a breathy moan. He fixed your gown and moved his hand back down in a fraction of a second. As you shifted, he could tell you were waking up.

“MC?” he said quietly.

Your eyes fluttered open. “Bash?”

“It’s me, darling. Are you all right? You were groaning in your sleep.” He felt a knot twist in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was guilt from lying or anxiety that you knew exactly why you’d been ‘groaning.’

Your cheeks flushed as you looked up at him. “Oh, sorry. Just, erm, a bad dream.” You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

Sebastian had to repress a grin. You wouldn’t be so embarrassed over a ‘bad dream.’ He reckoned his actions were seeping into your subconscious, making you dream about what was happening to your body. The thought made him shiver. “I’m sorry, love. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Oh, uh, n-no. That’s okay,” you said. Even in the dim light, Sebastian could see that your face was positively flaming. Bad dream, indeed.

“Okay. Just rest then, love. I’ve got you,” he said. Sebastian settled back down onto his side. He tugged you closer to his chest, wanting to comfort you on the off chance that you had actually been having a nightmare. He was careful to keep his hips a safe distance from your bum, though.

“All right,” you agreed. You relaxed into him, and it wasn’t long before you drifted off again.

As much as he wanted to test his theory, Sebastian resolved to get some sleep. No more touching tonight. Or ever. He really shouldn’t be fondling your breasts while you sleep, no matter how lonely they seem.

At least, he had resolved to stop until he nuzzled back into your neck and breathed in your scent. He smelled your shampoo, which was delicious as ever. But that wasn’t all he could smell. He could smell your arousal. Your little pussy must’ve been dripping for him while you slept.

Merlin, he wanted to dip in and feel you – feel how slick he’d made you. He had to know. Your body was practically calling to him, after all.

You shifted a bit in bed, your hips moving around slightly before settling again.

He wondered if you were feeling worked up, too. Gods, he hoped you were.

Once he was sure you were back in deep sleep, Sebastian began sneaking his hand down your stomach. He could feel the top of your knickers through your gown. He began pulling up the fabric slowly. Painfully slowly. Until your knickers were exposed. It was torture to have to control his movements so rigorously. He just wanted to be able to explore you. To ravish you like you deserved.

A terrible, tempting thought struck his mind. He could stun you. Already asleep, you’d never know. He’d be free to do whatever he liked, and you wouldn’t be able to feel any of it. He could strip you bare, runs his hands wherever he pleased, even fuck you. You’d be none the wiser. Save likely being sore after from that last one.

Sebastian was ashamed of how alluring the idea was to him. But he would never go that far. He wanted you to experience when he touched you. Your body was clearly receptive to him. On some level, you must want his touch. He was sure of it. And he certainly wanted you aware the first time he fucked you. No, not just fucked. Made love. Because he loved you. He really did. He just wasn’t sure you’d let him touch you yet the ways he wanted if you were awake. Despite all the rules you broke together, you were rather concerned with being a respectable young woman. Even if you let him, he was quite sure you’d regret it later.

Like this, he could give your body pleasure without you feeling guilty about it. And if he enjoyed the process, well, that was a secondary benefit. At least, that was what Sebastian told himself as he slipped his hand into your knickers. He traced down through the thatch of curls until he found the lips of your cunt. He cupped over you, trying to keep his breaths even as he listened to make sure you hadn’t stirred.

You were so warm down there. It was…inviting, to say the least.

He pressed his middle finger down between your lips, and he felt the hot, slick arousal that coated you. Gods, you were drenched. Sebastian bit his lip hard to hold back a moan.

Fuck, what he would give to bury himself inside you. You were so fucking wet. He bet he’d slide right in. He might even be able to slip into you before you woke up. His cock was leaking just at the thought of it.

Sebastian slid his finger slowly through your folds. He could feel your entrance, and he traced around it, feeling the contours. He swept up higher until he found the little pearl he was sure was your clitoris. Other men had trouble finding them? He couldn’t understand why. It really wasn’t that difficult.

As he slid his finger over the nub, your hips jolted, and Sebastian ripped his hand back.

You gasped as you bolted into a sitting position.

“Are you okay? Did I–I mean, are you hurt?” Sebastian asked, worried he’d injured you.

You were panting. “S-sorry, I…I mean, no. I’m fine,” you stammered.

As Sebastian tried to subtly, though regrettably, wipe your arousal from his hand, he realised the smell of sex in the air was quite obvious. You seemed to notice, too, as your cheeks were red again. You pressed your legs together.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sebastian asked guiltily.

You nodded vigorously. “Yeah, just had a…a strange dream again, is all.”

Sebastian could’ve cried with relief. He’d escaped being caught by a narrow thread twice in one night. You were convinced it was only dreams. “Anything I can do to help?” he asked, hoping irrationally that you’d say something like ‘act it out with me.’

“I’m, um, a bit warm. Maybe just some extra space between us?” you suggested.

Sebastian tried not to pout. That was the opposite of what he wanted. He agreed, though. He was just happy that by some miracle you hadn’t caught him with his hand in your knickers.

Sebastian gave you the extra space. You were able to fall asleep again fairly quickly. He struggled, though. The adrenaline of both feeling your sweet little cunt and almost being caught doing so was doing him no favours. The bigger issue, though, was no longer having his hand on your stomach to feel you breathing. He stared at the spot, watching the rise and fall. Whenever his eyes drifted shut for a few seconds, he’d jolt awake, panicked that you’d have stopped breathing. That went on for hours.

The next morning, you could tell that he was exhausted. You weaselled the less salacious half of the reason out of him. You assured him you were fine and insisted that he go get some rest in his dorm.

He did as instructed – after relieving some tension first. He lay on his bed with his right hand wrapped around his cock. There was still the faint scent of you on his left hand. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled. You were intoxicating. Addicting. He came hard as he breathed you in. Rather than sated, he just felt desperate to spend another night with you.

His chance came just two nights later. Which was good, because he was going crazy. He had to go about his days like everything was normal while the urges to bury his face, fingers, and cock between your thighs nearly overwhelmed him. He was surprised he could even fight, but it turned out to be a really good way to work out some of his mounting stress. He did drag things out a bit, though, so that the two of you arrived back at the castle after curfew.

Once in the Room of Requirement, you fetched a potion before heading to the bedroom. Sebastian didn’t recognise the purple liquid at first. “What’s that?”

“Potion for dreamless sleep,” you said. “I didn’t want to keep you up again.”

“Oh, er, are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, should you take that if you could be injured?”

“I barely took a single hit tonight. I’m fine, Seb,” you insisted.

His heart stuttered. He loved when you called him that. It was so familiar. Fond, even. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” he tried. He was sure that it was a bad idea, just not for reasons he cared to admit at the moment.

You rolled your eyes. “You can feel me breathe if you need convincing. But we both need sleep.”

Before he could argue further, you downed the brew.

Shit. That wasn’t good.

You transfigured your clothes into your usual nightgown and crawled in bed. Sebastian slipped in behind you. You fell asleep almost instantly.

Sebastian knew the potion made one drowsy and not have dreams. He wasn’t certain it made the drinker a heavier sleeper, though. It wasn’t like draught of living death, at any rate. He told himself you’d wake just as easily as always. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on your breathing as he forced his fidgety fingers to stay on your stomach.

But he couldn’t resist forever. He had to know if you were out.

“MC?” he whispered.

Nothing.

Then, louder, he repeated, “MC?”

Still nothing.

He shook your shoulder firmly as he called your name a third time, but you just slept on. Sebastian groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried his face in your neck.

He would just go to sleep. He wouldn’t do anything. Just sleep.

He tried to get comfortable, snuggling in closer behind you. He breathed in the scent of your shampoo as he took deep, relaxing breaths. Or at least, he had hoped they’d be relaxing. They were more intoxicating than anything.

Sebastian’s lips pressed into your neck – just needing the contact. Though, it quickly turned into a tail of kisses up to a spot behind your ear. You sighed in your sleep contently. The sound went straight to Sebastian’s cock as he realised that, even with the potion, your body was still responding to him.

He held you closer with his arm around your middle. “I’ve got you, love,” he purred in your ear. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

He felt a pang of guilt as he considered the fact that he was meant to be keeping you safe. The whole reason he shared your bed was to make sure you weren’t hurt – not to feel you up while you slept. But, on the other hand, you seemed so relaxed by his touch. You were normally so stressed with the weight of all that you carried. He could give you relief.

You moaned as he palmed your breast over your gown, his fingers massaging into the flesh. His thumb teased your nipple. The action had a familiarity for him now like returning home at the end of the school year.

He trailed his hand back down your stomach, across your side, and over your bum. Your knee was bent up in front of you, pulling your skin and muscle taught over your backside. Sebastian traced the curve of your arse down to the back of your knee and then up again.

He grabbed a handful of the rounded flesh, kneading it roughly. He groaned at the feeling of your bum in his hand. He wanted to squeeze it, bite it, even slap it and watch the skin turn red before soothing it with his tongue.

He pressed his hips forward into you. His hard cock was welcomed by your arse, nestling in between your cheeks. Sebastian groaned at the embrace. His hips rutted against you, making more moans pour from his lips.

“Gods, you feel so fucking good, MC,” he groaned. He gripped your hip to give himself more leverage to grind against you. “Your arse is perfect, darling. All of you is so perfect.”

He pulled up your nightgown, exposing your knickers. Sebastian circled his hand around your firm bum before dipping it under the waistband of your knickers to feel your skin directly. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Your skin was so soft on his fingers. It was maddening, making him crave to explore every inch of you.

He slid his hand forward between your thighs where your slick arousal met him as he parted your folds. He let a loud moan slip out. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, darling,” he breathed. “Such a good girl, even when you’re asleep.”

He stroked languidly through your folds before sliding further forward, seeking out your clit. His muscles were tensed, ready to rip his hand out of your knickers the instant you began to wake.

You moaned softly as he found and massaged the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, MC. You moan so pretty for me,” he praised. “Gods, I love you!”

You whimpered as he kept rubbing your bud with his fingers.

Sebastian quickly grew fed up with your knickers restricting him. He grabbed his wand, vanished them, and returned his hand to you instantly.

He shoved his right arm under you to wrap around your waist, holding you against his chest. He started thrusting against you again. “I want you so badly, MC,” he groaned. “Gods, I need to feel you around me. Would you like that? Having me fill your little pussy up with my cock?”

You kept whimpering as his left hand worked your clit. But he struggled to keep a rhythm with his nondominant hand. He replaced it with his right one, reaching down between your thighs from the front. He used the middle finger on his left hand to push inside of your cunt. He moaned, hips stuttering on your arse, as your plush walls gripped him.

Sebastian could hardly get his breath. “Fuck,” he groaned, unable to put together anything more eloquent as you continued to squeeze him. His mind was blissfully blank – the only salient thought in his head was how much he never wanted to stop being inside of you.

He pumped his finger in and out of you, while his other hand found a steady pace on your clit.

“I’m gonna make you come, darling,” he said. “I promised I’d take care of you. Now I will, okay?”

Still snapping his hips into your bum, Sebastian worked your cunt, building up the pleasure in your body. He could feel your soaked channel really start to squeeze him. Your whimpering grew louder, and your muscles tensed.

“That’s it, darling,” Sebastian said, gritting the words out between thrusts of his hips. His fingers moved furiously over your clit, desperate to bring you to your high. “You’re doing so good. So good, MC.”

He was in awe as you suddenly tensed fully, moaning out as your pussy spasmed around Sebastian’s finger. He was certain you would wake, but he was too enthralled to care. The sounds you made. The feeling of your body rigid and overwhelmed by his touch. Your tight cunt clamping down on him. He was in ecstasy.

Your body went limp, and Sebastian felt your aftershocks as he continued to pump his finger into you slowly, not yet willing to leave your warmth. And still, you continued to sleep.

“Sweet Salazar, that was beautiful,” he said, nuzzling into your neck. “You’re beautiful, MC.”

You whimpered once more as he slid his finger out of you. He left his right hand just resting over your cunt, cupping you protectively.

No longer enraptured by watching you come, Sebastian became painfully aware of how hard his cock was. It throbbed where it was pinned between his hips and your bum.

He ran his fingers on the inside of your thighs, gliding over the arousal that had leaked down onto them. Sebastian bit down into his lip as he drew your leg back, pressing your thighs together. He slid his hand between them. He groaned as he imagined his cock between your slick thighs instead of his fingers.

But that would be crossing a line. It was one thing to bring you pleasure as you slept. It was another thing entirely to use you for his own. But he couldn’t deny how incredible you’d feel.

He’d ripped his pyjamas and pants down while he was still debating with himself. He’d just feel your skin on his. Just once, briefly. He’d satisfy his curiosity, and then he’d go to sleep.

He moaned as he rubbed his cock between your arse cheeks. It was a feeling his hand could never compare to. Just the fact that it was you against him made it far superior, despite the lack of lubrication there. He used a charm when he got himself off, wetting his cock with an imitation of the slick coating your thighs.

Sebastian gripped the base of his shaft as he changed the angle of his hips. He’d just dip in, lubricate himself, and then have a wank. Technically, it wasn’t that different than touching your thighs with his hands – and he’d already done that.

He shuddered as he slid in between your thighs. He hadn’t realised how warm it would be. Gods, it was amazing. He was thrusting in and out before he even realised. It was necessary, though, to get enough of your juices on him. He could hardly have just done one swipe through your slick and been ready to go.

He grabbed onto your hip with his left hand. His right moved to anchor on your abdomen. He was panting as his thrusts sped up. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groaned. And you were. Warm, wet, and squeezing him perfectly. His eyes rolled back at the feeling.

Sebastian was hurtling toward an orgasm. Rookwood himself couldn’t stop him at that point if he resurrected and burst into the room. Sebastian’s brain was half melted as pleasure overtook his usual faculties. His only thoughts were how good you felt and how badly he needed release. “Fuck, MC! Yes! Gods, you’re gonna milk my fucking cock with these thighs!”

He came with a shout. His cum shot out in spurts, adding to the slick between your thighs and leaking out over them in front and back. Some even burst out as he was fully buried between your thighs, staining the bedsheets.

He lay boneless and draped over you as he caught his breath. Once he regained use of his limbs, he sat up and pressed kisses to your temple. He nuzzled into your skin and whispered his love for you and how good you’d been for him.

He cast a cleaning charm, removing the mixture of fluids from the bed and your skin.

Erasing the evidence.

A sharp pang of guilt struck his stomach like a bludger as he pulled his pyjamas back up.

He curled around you, holding you close. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered into your ear. “Really, I am, MC. I just needed you so badly. Just like your body needed me. But I’m sorry. So sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Sebastian woke the next morning with the guilt deep in his bones. He held your sleeping form close, hoping and praying that he hadn’t hurt you – physically or emotionally. He’d been out of control the night before. But he’d tried to stop you from taking that damned potion. Still, he’d promised himself after the Scriptorium that he’d never do anything to hurt you again. There was only one way to make sure that happened.

You stirred as sunlight from a window hit your face. You groaned and flipped around to bury your face in Sebastian’s chest, hiding from the light. He wished he could hide, too.

“MC?” he asked.

“Mm,” you replied, refusing to lift your head. You adjusted the gown you wore. It had twisted up a bit as you flipped over.

Sebastian raked your hair out of your face with his fingers, letting them linger in your locks for just a moment longer than necessary. He was savouring being close to you. You might never let him near you again. “I…I need to tell you something,” he said.

“Now?” you whinged.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s…important,” he said.

You tilted your head back to squint up at him through the bright light. “What is it?” you asked, obviously worried.

He took a deep breath. He had to tell you. He owed you that much. “I’ve been doing…things while you’ve been sleeping.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Things?” You were squinting less but still groggy, and Sebastian wasn’t making sense.

“Yes. Things I shouldn’t’ve done. I’m sorry. I really am. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Sebastian, what on earth are you talking about?”

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, working to force the words out. “I’ve been, erm, touching you when we sleep together.” He felt like he was going to be sick. How had he let it go so far?

To his shock, you laughed in his face. “Yeah, Bash, I know.”

You did? Why were you so calm about it? Had you liked it? Had you been awake the whole time?

His thoughts raced in the short pause before you continued, “I put your hand on my stomach, remember?”

His heart sank with the weight of even more guilt at your implicit trust of him. You couldn’t fathom he’d betray you like he had. “Not just there. Other places,” he admitted. His face flamed.

You just kept looking at him with a confused expression marring your features.

“Your…erm, your bum and breasts and…your cunt. Not just rubbing you, but I…I fingered you. And I – Merlin, I’m so sorry – I put my…” He had to stop and take a deep breath. “I fucked your thighs last night.”

The lines in your forehead deepened. “You…what? Bash, that’s not funny. Why are you saying this?”

His heart nearly shattered. Here he was telling you explicitly what he’d done, and you still couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t known admitting his sins would mean having to convince you they really happened. “I’m not joking. It’s…it’s true. I’m so sorry.”

You gaped at him. You thought back to the last several nights you’d spent together. The dreams you’d been having – even last night after taking the potion. You felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on your head. “Why?” you asked.

“I just couldn’t resist you. Or I didn’t want to,” he said. He didn’t want to act like he hadn’t made a choice. He knew he did. “Being so close to you. I just wanted you so badly. I’ve always wanted you – ever since the day we met. And when I touched you, you’d moan or sigh and your nipples got hard and you were wet. Like you liked it. But I know you would feel guilty about doing those things with me. So, I told myself that touching you while you slept meant I could make you feel good and you wouldn’t have to feel guilty, because you had no choice. But really, I just like it and didn’t want to stop. And then I kept going further. And last night…with your thighs…that was just to make me feel good. I’m so sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I won’t sleep in your bed anymore.”

Your head was spinning as you tried to process all the information. In the end, all you could say was, “I guess that explains why my knickers are gone.”

Sebastian hadn’t realised he’d forgotten to replace them. He scolded himself for being so stupid. Not that it mattered now after his confession.

You felt like you should be terrified. Sprint out of the room. Report him to Black or Weasley. But this was Sebastian. You’d been through so much together. You cared about him so much. You–

“I’m so sorry, MC,” he said, interrupting your thoughts. You had been quiet for too long, and he couldn’t take it. “I love you, and I promised myself I’d never hurt you again. But I fucked up so badly. I know making you come isn’t exactly the cruciatus curse, but it was a violation, and it’s probably worse in a lot of ways. You’d given me permission in the Scriptorium, at least.”

So, you had come like you dreamt. Of all the things you could have or should have felt, you felt relieved that you hadn’t totally missed the first time Sebastian made you orgasm. Or, what you assumed was the first time. It was still all so confusing. “Was that the first time?” you asked.

Sebastian shook his head, and your heart sank. “I touched your breasts after we rescued all those nifflers from poachers last week.”

Now you were confused. You really doubted you could orgasm just from your breasts being touched. The question escaped before could control your tongue. “You’re sure I came?”

“Last night?” Sebastian asked as his cheek flushed. “I mean, pretty sure. I–I’d never seen a girl orgasm before, but from what I’ve heard…Well, and I could feel…” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “Feel…the pulses with…with my finger in you.” He couldn’t look at you.

Your brow furrowed again. “I’m confused,” you stated. “Last week was the first time you made me orgasm or last night was?”

He looked at you again. “Last week was the first time I touched you. Last night was the first time I fingered you and the first time you came. As far as I know. But I feel like I’d have noticed,” he said.

You nodded in understanding. You were quiet for a minute. “And you came, too?” you asked.

Sebastian nodded, looking down at the mattress. It was hard to avoid your gaze when you two were still lying so close together.

“And that was the first time you came?” you inquired.

He nodded again. “Well, with you,” he said. He added quickly, “Or anyone! I mean, I’ve…touched myself before. Alone.”

That had your mind spinning again. “And you came from fucking my thighs?” you asked, your hand absently traced your skin beneath the covers.

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut as he nodded. He felt like such a disgusting creep.

You tilted your head. “Do you want to fuck me?” You wondered if this was more about you or some weird fetish thing.

Sebastian’s eyes snapped open. “Yes, but I would never do that! I wouldn’t take you while you’re asleep. I swear! That’s part of why I told you. To make sure it…To make sure I wouldn’t lose control again and do something I’d regret.”

“So, you do want to, but you’d regret it?” you asked, confusion creeping back again.

“I’d regret using you again while you’re asleep,” he said.

You held back a smirk. “So, you want to fuck me while I’m awake?” The thought had heat blooming in your abdomen.

His whole face was red. “Of course,” he confirmed. “I mean, ‘fuck’ makes it sound so detached, but I…I want to make love to you.”

As he raked a gentle hand through your hair, a statement he made that you heard but hadn’t processed was yanked to the front of your mind. I love you, and I promised myself I’d never hurt you again. He loved you. He wanted to make love. Because he loved you.

You looked up into his warm brown eyes and couldn’t believe how you’d never seen the love in them before. It seemed so obvious now. “You love me?” you asked, more to hear the words again than confirm he meant them.

He nodded. “So much, MC,” he said earnestly. “I’m so sorry. I swear I–”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said before acting on impulse and pressing your lips to his. He looked stunned when you pulled back. “I love you, too.”

His jaw fell open as he gaped openly at you.

You kept his gaze. “I want you to touch me. But when I’m awake. I want to be with you, Sebastian. And, for the record, I wouldn’t regret it. I turned down everyone else because I didn’t want them. I just want you.”

“You’re the only one I want, too,” he said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

He slid his other arm under you to hold you tight to his chest.

“I know,” you replied as you snuggled in closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tangling your legs with his. You nuzzled into his chest, and Sebastian rested his cheek on top of your head. He took in the relaxing scent of your shampoo and the warmth of your body against his. He was flooded with relief to know you didn’t hate him. More than that, you loved him back, which made him indescribably happy.

He was, perhaps, a bit too happy.

“Oh,” you said in surprise, pulling back to look up at him.

Sebastian could feel the blush colouring his cheeks. “Sorry, I just…really like having you in my arms.”

You gave him a sultry smirk. “I like it, too,” you replied. You bit your lip as you pressed your hips forward into his.

He groaned at the contact. “You just like getting me worked up, you little minx,” he chastised playfully.

You gained a mischievous glint in your eye. “Maybe,” you replied, feigning innocence with your doe-eyed expression as you wriggled your hips to continue the torture. He could see your eyes darken as you brought your hand down to palm his growing erection. “Or maybe I’d like to take care of you.” You winked at him.

Sebastian moaned, dropping his forehead to rest on yours. “I’d like that,” he breathed.

“Tell me more about what you did while I slept,” you said as you pulled his length out of his trousers, wrapping your hand around him. Your teeth sunk into your lips as you looked down between the two of you at his cock, proudly erect and looking almost painfully red.

“Well, at first, I…Fuck, that feels so good!” Sebastian said, his head lolling back as you stroked him. “MC…”

“At first you what?” you pressed, pausing your movements.

Sebastian whimpered at the loss. “I just wanted to hold your tits,” he admitted.

You grabbed his hand, placing it on your chest quickly before returning to your prior task of fisting his cock. Sebastian moaned as he immediately massaged his fingers into your supple flesh.

“Then, I needed to see them,” he admitted.

Before he could tug your gown out of the way, you had sat up and ripped it over your head.

“Sweet Merlin,” Sebastian breathed as he took in the sight of you. In a flash, he had shucked his bottoms and was on top of you, pressing you back into the mattress as his lips devoured yours. “Gods, you’re so beautiful!”

You moaned in response as he sucked on your neck. He palmed your breast in his left hand while his right arm propped himself up. You gripped at his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his pyjama shirt. Sebastian sat back on his heels and worked open the buttons urgently before he tossed the shirt off.

Your hands dragged down his torso and around to the lean muscles of his back as he covered your body with his again. He pressed into you, soaking in the warmth of your skin and relishing the feeling of your breasts pressed against his chest and the pressure on his cock as it was pinned between your bodies. He dove his tongue into your mouth as he kissed you, making you moan as you pulled him tighter against you. Gods, he loved kissing you.

You were panting when he pulled back. “I tasted you next,” he said, holding your gaze as he moved down so his face was even with your breasts. He hovered over your peak for a few seconds, letting his warm breath fan over your skin and watching as your breaths quickened and your bottom lip disappeared between your teeth.

“I’m s-supposed to be taking care of you, you know,” you said. Your voice was too needy to chide him effectively.

Sebastian smirked. “Yes, well, I seem to have gotten distracted.”

You whimpered as he circled his tongue around your already-stiff nipple before wrapping his lips around it. He alternated suckling and flicking his tongue back and forth over it.

“Oh, Sebastian,” you keened desperately.

He loved hearing you moan his name. He liked bringing you pleasure and seeing how worked up you got from him. His hand slid down your stomach as he released your nipple from his mouth. “I didn’t stop at your breasts, though,” he said lowly. Your breath hitched as he cupped his hand over the mound between your legs. “I touched you here.” He parted your folds, running his finger through your soaked slit. He thought it felt even wetter than it had the night before. “Rubbing you…” He circled the pad of his middle finger over your clit. “And plunging into you…” He slid the finger down your slit and sank it into your tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” you groaned, throwing your head back into the pillow. “Gods, that feels so good!”

Sebastian smirked with pride. He watched as his finger disappeared inside you over and over again. Your sweet little cunt looked delicious clinging to his finger like that.

Sebastian bit back a groan. “There are some things I didn’t get to do,” he observed, giving you a devilish grin.

You were too distracted by the sensation of his finger filling you to reply, but Sebastian didn’t mind. He liked the idea of fucking you dumb – he just hadn’t expected it to be so easy. He bent down, dipping his head to your core. He licked up the sides of your slit as he kept fucking you with his finger. You took in a sharp gasp before moaning his name.

You had a musky, faintly sweet taste. He’d never tasted anything like you, and he found himself unable to get his fill. He kept lapping eagerly before concentrating on the buddle of nerves at the top. You became a mewling mess as he kept thrusting his finger into you and flicking his tongue over your clit. You tangled a hand into his hair, holding him in place against your core as your hips lifted off the bed. As if he would’ve gone anywhere else.

Your moans kept increasing in both frequency and desperation. “Shit, that’s so–I-I’m gonna come!” you whined. Your whole body tensed, even your breaths ceased, before you let out a loud groan as he felt your cunt begin to pulse around him.

You collapsed back against the mattress with your chest heaving. You whined as Sebastian kept licking at your folds and pumping lazily into you. You used your purchase in his hair to pull him off.

“Come here,” you begged. “Please. I want you. I–Gods, I need you!”

Fuck, it was happening. He’d dreamt of it. So. Many. Times. He didn’t waste any time crawling back up your body. Both of your hands became tangled in his hair as he melded his lips with yours.

“I love you,” he panted before kissing you again.

“I love you, too,” you replied as you brought a leg up around his waist. Sebastian groaned as your hot core pressed against his length. “Now let me show you.”

Sebastian reached a hand down to grip his cock. He dragged its head through your slit. His eyes rolled back at just being pressed against your entrance. “Gods, I love your body. Your perfect little cunt,” he groaned.

“Please,” you keened, arching your hips up to try to get him inside.

With your appeal, Sebastian sank into your heat slowly, carefully. He released a breathy moan as he bottomed out inside you. He swore under his breath at how tightly you gripped him. You moaned as he sucked against your neck. He wanted to connect every part of your bodies, in every way possible.

You started moving your hips first, and Sebastian took it as his cue to start thrusting. He kept his face buried in your neck as he glided in and out of you. You met his thrusts, using the leg wrapped around him to pull your bodies even closer together. At some point, he had become the one whimpering. He couldn’t contain the noises that poured form his lips. You just felt so good.

“Faster,” you said, and Sebastian was happy to oblige.

His hips were snapping into yours when he felt his impending orgasm. He couldn’t tell how close you were, though. He did his best to hold off, but soon he could feel the point of no return looming. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if we don’t stop,” he groaned.

You moaned. “Come for me,” you said without hesitation. “Come in me, Seb.”

Sebastian’s cock throbbed at the thought of it and in a few more pumps his orgasm crashed through him. His seed burst out of him until it began seeping out of you and around the base of his cock. He kept thrusting, pushing his seed further into you. Some primal part of him wanted you as full of him as possible.

Once satisfied, Sebastian collapsed over top of you. He placed innumerable kisses over your neck, chest, and cheek. Finally, he pulled out of you. You winced as he did.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly. “Did…did I hurt you?”

“Nothing bad. It’s just…sensitive,” you replied. You gave him a reassuring smile. “It felt amazing.”

Sebastian felt relief flood through him. “You were incredible,” he said in awe before crushing his mouth into yours. “I love you.” He kissed you again, more softly this time. “So much.”

He gently brushed your hair out of your face as he looked down at you reverently.

You laughed. “Yes, I think you mentioned it,” you teased, smirking up at him.

His cheeks flushed red. “Sorry, I–”

You pecked his lips, cutting him off. “It’s sweet, Sebastian,” you assured him. “I love you, too. You can tell me the same as much as you like.”

His face split in a broad grin. “I love you, MC,” he said. He gave your lips a peck like you’d given him. “I love you.” He nuzzled into your neck, making you giggle as he kissed your skin open-mouthed. “Gods, I love you!”

You laughed at his ridiculousness. Sebastian moved to lie beside you. He pulled you into him so your chests were pressed together and your legs entangled. For a long time, you just lay entwined together, basking in your afterglow. Sebastian stroked your hair languidly as you traced delicate patterns on his back with your fingertips.

“Hey!” you said suddenly, jerking your head up to give him a reproving look.

Sebastian’s pulse spiked at the anger in your voice. He was stared at you wide-eyed, just waiting for the shoe to drop.

“You owe me new knickers,” you whinged.

A smirk broke onto Sebastian’s face. “I don’t think you’ll be needing any of those for some time,” he replied, shifting the two of you so that he hovered over you. “Though, I’m sure I could find a way to make it up to you.”

He dipped his head and began to kiss down from the angle of your jaw to your shoulder.

“Oh?” you said, intrigued. “What did you have in mind?”

Sebastian chuckled against your skin. “Everything,” he said, eager to explore the plethora of licentious scenarios running through his mind with you.

You moaned as he sucked a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. “I like the sound of that.”

[irisintheafterglow]

End Game #3 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)

summary: you run practice in your coach's absence and break up a fight between captains.

word count: 2.6k

cw/tags: language, jjk volleyball au, misunderstandings, mild angst but nothing too bad, arguing, reader is a little mean but they're just tired of satosugu's bullshit, satoru is too unserious he literally makes a your mom joke

note: SURPRISE this is so much longer than i anticipated it being. but anyway!!! here's the first look at the rest of the team. maybe at some point i'll post the whole roster, but hopefully some of your faves make an appearance. i'm aware that this isn't really fluffy gojo content but this drabble is intended to explain his actions later on in this little series. thank you for all your support recently!!!!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

“No way.”

“Unfortunately, yes way.” 

“I thought he was kidding.” 

“If he was kidding, I wouldn’t be wearing this.” You smile mirthlessly, gesturing to the workout clothes you donned rather than the typical school-issued uniform. Suguru shakes his head in disbelief, laughing quietly as he tosses you a deflated ball that had rolled away. You catch it with ease and add it to the pile you’ve been working on for ten minutes. From your place on the gym floor, you watched the vice-captain exasperatedly pull out his phone and dial a number. “Who are you calling?” 

His dark eyes meet yours exhaustedly, strands of black hair falling loosely from the bun that held it back from his face. “Who do you think?”

It takes a moment for the pieces to click in your head, explaining why the usual annoyance after your last class wasn’t present with chatter and a sugary apple soda. “No.”

“Yes.” He frowns at his phone, furiously tapping the call button again. No answer, you figured.   

“He’s the fucking captain!” Unaware of how long you’d had the electric air pump running, you quickly flick it off as the ball in your lap becomes concerningly large. “Tell him to get his ass over here; I wanna throw this at him.” You show him the ball the size of your head, waving it around to get him to look over at you on the floor. 

Suguru side-eyes the abnormally-sized ball in your fingers. “You’re gonna kill him.”

“That’s the point,” you reply, bending one of your legs in and stretching out the other, leaning toward the outstretched side. You reach for your tennis shoe, sighing as you take a break from inflating balls. Suguru seems to finally reach Satoru as he pulls the phone away from his ear in pain, distorted panic reaching to your side of the gym. 

When the team chat received Yaga’s message saying that you were going to run practice in his absence, you knew half the team would take it as a joke. You were going to take it as one, too, planning to grab a nice lunch that afternoon; however, when the office aide came into class bearing a note requesting your presence at the gym, you kissed lunch goodbye. With the free time before practice started, you successfully repaired the ripped net that had been sitting in the corner of the supply closet for months, ordered new uniforms for away games, and checked the air pressure of practice balls. A glance at the clock and Satoru’s hastily written text confirming practice told you the rest of the team would be arriving soon. 

“D’you think they’re going to listen to me, Su?” 

“Who? The team?” 

“Mhmm.” Doubt sits heavy in your mind as you finish with the air pump, rising on aching legs to return it to the supply closet. “I mean, I’m not Yaga.” 

“He would wear that, though,” Suguru smirks, nodding toward your form-hugging leggings and loose-fitting white shirt you’d dug through your bag to retrieve. 

“I’m serious–” 

“I know you are,” he states firmly, finally meeting your gaze. He looks at you for a moment, subtly narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s the team you should worry about.”

You cross your arms across your chest, tilting your head to the side skeptically. “Who should I worry about, then?” 

He opens his mouth to speak, but abruptly shuts it as three pairs of running steps approach the gym doors, a blur of white shirts and black shorts screeching to a halt in front of Suguru. He looks down at his panting juniors with amusement, taking in their flushed faces and indifferently informing them that they’re late. They huff out apologies in between heavy inhales and exhales, still trying to catch their breath. 

You can’t help but chuckle at their earnestness. “Megumi, Yuuji, Yuta.” The three boys stiffen to attention, bracing themselves for stern scolding because of their tardiness. “Relax, I’m not gonna call Yaga.” Their shoulders collectively sag in relief. “Did you see anyone else making their way over here, or rushing too fast?” The corner of your mouth lifts teasingly, and even stoic Megumi becomes slightly pink from embarrassment as they shake their heads. “Go warm up, you three. I’ll announce today’s agenda when your glorious captain arrives.” 

The rest of the team trickles in gradually, and you’re pleasantly surprised that you’ve only lost ten minutes of practice when Satoru arrives as everyone finishes stretching. He grins at you in your workout clothes, inhaling in preparation to say something stupid before Suguru cuts him off and tells him to warm up quickly. As much as Satoru was the most powerful on the team, Suguru was the real pillar of the team because he could override his captain’s antics; you silently thank the universe that you didn’t have to wrangle the boys alone. 

“Alright, group up!” Your voice cuts through the players’ conversations and they dutifully gather around you. Irritatingly, Satoru stands at your side, sticking his hands in his nonexistent pockets and looking over the team like a pompous tyrant. You peer at him from the corner of your eye, and he averts his gaze submissively, a dog who got in trouble for ripping up the couch cushions. “Please have a seat, Satoru.” Snickers ripple through the group of players at their captain so easily ordered around, and he pouts next to Suguru on the floor. 

“So your match with Kyoto is next week–” 

Yuuji’s arm sticks up before you call on him, his head falling to the side curiously. “Are we paying for their food if we lose or was that just a rumor?” 

“Nanami said that was fake, stupid. Stop asking dumb questions,” Megumi mutters as he swats down Yuuji’s hand. 

“Don’t be mean, Megumi. It’s a valid question, and the answer is–” 

“Yes!” An uproar of indignancy spreads among the players at Satoru’s satisfied completion of your sentence. “So,” he turns in his seat, sharp blue eyes silencing the protest immediately. “Don’t lose.” The boys tense at the genuine threat in his voice and you shake your head. When he took his role of captain seriously, he was admittedly good at keeping his team in line. But, his sober aura disappears as he turns back to you, holding out a hand for you to continue while you pinch the bridge of your nose. 

“Okay, sorry. Guess you’re paying if you lose.” You present your palms regretfully as the team groans and Satoru continues to beam at you. What the hell was he playing at? “Anyway, your match with Kyoto is next week. We’re ranked pretty similarly regarding skill level–” 

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” Nanami deadpans from the back of the group. Yu shushes him insistently and you exhale, electing to ignore his question. 

But, the fuse had already been lit. 

“I don’t think we’re that bad,” Yuta mumbles under his breath, worry spreading on his face. Yuuji nods his agreement. 

“If our captain got his shit together, I’d think we’d do better.” Megumi coughs into his sleeve, and Yuuji flinches next to him as Satoru rotates his head to stare daggers into them both. You’d seen situations exactly like this escalate, but you didn’t have Yaga’s booming voice to get them to pay attention. As long as Suguru doesn’t join, you think. Just as long as–

“As vice-captain, I have to agree,” Suguru drawls nonchalantly. Oh, no.

“Who said you were vice-captain, number two?” Satoru sneers mockingly at the boy sitting beside him, hissing out the last word like a curse. 

Suguru goes on the defensive. “Last year’s seniors, idiot. Would have been captain-captain if your incompetent ass didn’t get us both stuck on probation for a semester.” 

“Captain-captain doesn’t exist, Suguru.” He waves his hand dismissively, and you try in vain to get the conversation back on track. “Maybe there’s a reason you got on academic probation.” 

“And your attitude is the reason you get no women, Satoru.” 

“I get plenty, I’ll have you know.” 

“Really? Like who?”

“Inquire with thy mother.” A chorus of “ooh” erupts from the team. Inumaki winces like he’d been shot. 

“You pretentious asshole. You can’t even pull the person you’ve been after since–”

“Since when Suguru? Go ahead. Use your words. If you bring me down, you’re coming with me.” You stand there, gaping like the rest of the team. It was common for the two to bicker like this, but not with such spite.  

Satoru dances his shoulders from side to side tauntingly like a cobra ready to strike. He was starting to get to Suguru; you could tell by the way the vice-captain’s fists clenched and unclenched in preparation to knock out the actual captain. 

“Guys–”

“I believe we should focus on the task at hand,” offers a deep voice from the middle blocker in the center of the group. 

“Thank you, Panda. Is Inumaki still awake?”

“He is, though he might not be for longer if our superiors continue their banter.” 

Meanwhile, Suguru and Satoru whirled on each other, throwing insults back and forth until they both stood up like they were going to fight. Your patience wears thin as you witness the rest of the team space out in real time, and your body moves before you can even think. One minute, you’re standing in front of the whiteboard, facing the team. Half a minute later, your fingers grip the lobes of Suguru and Satoru’s ears as you all but hurl them out the door. 

Your voice shakes with rage, and you fight to keep it steady. “If you’re going to continue your little piss match, do it out here. And while you’re at it, go run three laps around the school.” Their faces contort in protest, and you cut them off uncaringly. “No, no arguing. Get out, I have a team to coach.” 

When the two seniors return to practice hanging their heads in shame, Nanami is helping run defense drills. “You’re evenly matched offensively,” you stated before you began. “But Kyoto has much better communication that keeps them working like a well-oiled machine. We’re more like, uh, a used car that’s been sitting on the side of the street.” The team’s faces fall, and you’re quick to reassure them. “But, that means that if you can solidify your defense, I wholeheartedly believe that your offensive attacks can overpower theirs. Do your best.”

The juniors, you noticed, took the challenge most seriously, giving their all as they practiced calling for the ball and fully jumping even if they were feints. Megumi was Satoru’s apprentice, but as a first year student, you could already tell Megumi was progressing faster than his mentor did at the same age. It made you happy that, in the same way Satoru had Suguru, Megumi had Yuuji. You only hoped that their egos wouldn’t disrupt practice so much when they were seniors. 

Nanami takes the burden of directing his captains what to do while you work with Yuta on his blocking technique. You can feel Satoru’s eyes on you and purposefully avoid them, still bothered by his earlier tantrums. 

“I’m sorry about them,” Yuta says quietly, almost too quietly to hear if you weren’t right next to him as you adjusted his arm placement. 

“Who, them?” You glance at Dumb and Dumber, still glaring at each other, and Yuta nods carefully. “Don’t be sorry. They just…need to grow up sometimes.” 

“I think one of them has a lot more to fix than the other, respectfully.” 

“Well, that’s your captain. You either love him or you hate him.” 

“And which one are you?”

“Hmm?” Your eyebrows dip in confusion, and Yuta backtracks swiftly, mumbling more apologies and “nevermind”s. You excuse yourself to check on Panda and Inumaki, pushing away the awkward feeling Yuta’s question had arisen in your gut. 

Satoru lingers after practice as you lock the gym, longer than Nanami and Suguru who helped you clean up. The sun begins its trek dipping below the horizon, and the warm glow casts a golden radiance over the school. After changing from his uniform and discreetly reconciling with Suguru, he stands against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. The sunset reflects off the white of his hair, and the light makes his blue eyes look like they’re glimmering. Despite annoying you to no end earlier in the afternoon, you couldn’t help admiring how handsome he looked. 

You couldn’t tell him that, though, and you brush past him wordlessly. He easily follows your steps, positioning himself at your side instinctually. “Can we talk?” 

“What’s there to talk about, Gojo?” 

“That. Calling me by my family name rather than my first name.” 

Your blank face becomes a scowl. It didn’t matter if he was trying to get a rise out of you. Was he fucking kidding? His jab at something so relatively mundane as his name sets you off, and your words tumble from your lips like boulders on a cliffside. “I’m furious with you, that’s why I'm calling you that. You acted like a child today. A fucking child. But moreover, you picked a fight with Suguru over something you should have laughed off. I have every right to be angry at you. Just because you’re captain, doesn’t mean you get to disrupt practice, me as coach or not.” 

He doesn’t look angry at your tirade, but puzzled. “I’m not allowed to defend myself if they insult my aptitude as captain?” 

You sigh and think about getting a bumper sticker that says I am done with Gojo Satoru. “Perception is reality. Your idea of yourself as captain doesn’t automatically make it everyone else’s opinion of you.” He’s speechless at your side; whether that be from shock or purposeful so he can think, you’d never know. 

“I’m sorry.” He stops behind you, and you look at him over your shoulder. If you weren’t so angry, you might have felt some sympathy for the genuine remorse dragging on his face. “For fighting with Suguru, for undermining your authority, for acting like an idiot. I’m sorry.” You blink, taking a deep breath before you respond, probing into a conversation you weren’t 100% sure you were ready for. 

“Why did Suguru mention something about you liking someone for years?”

His blue eyes widen slightly like a deer in headlights. “Huh?”

“When you were arguing, he said something about not being able to pull someone. Why did the conversation suddenly turn there?” 

He avoids your expectant eyes, pursing his lips and shrugging a tall shoulder. “Don’t know. Must’ve been in just as stupid of a mindset as me.” He was lying to you, straight through his teeth, but you didn’t have the energy to decipher why. Instead, you settle for another meaningless conversation as he walks you home while he asks if he can buy you more soda to make up for his actions. 

“I don’t want sugar, Satoru. I want…” Your voice trails off while you rest your hand on the front gate to your house, looking back at the boy standing behind you. His throat bobs nervously as he swallows in anticipation of your response. He was giving you that unreadable look again. 

“What do you want?” Anything, his eyes said. I’ll give you anything. 

A beat.

“I want you to stop acting like being captain is just another position on the team. It’s not. People depend on you. They look up to you.” You laugh without humor. “But what do I know? I’m just the manager. Look, Satoru. They’re counting on you. Please try, if not for me, then for them.” 

He nods, bidding you farewell. His goodbye includes three extra words that you hadn’t heard him say before, and they’re so soft that you think you’re imagining them. 

“As you wish.”

[xkaidaxxxx]

A person worth loving

Body shaming, foul actions and language, suicidal thoughts, rape, fluffy, Happy Ending( don’t worry)

Sorry for any errors 3am writing sorry

TRIGGER WARNING

Gojo Satoru is your teacher since you started jujutsu high school. Since it was a small school it was easy to teach everyone based off their year with different curriculums.

Being in a small school meant some people know your secrets before you do. Inumaki is your boyfriend. How did that happen….one day you fell into his trap. He managed to get you into skipping school. You had fun the entire day with him..until midnight hit. He walked you back to your dorm somewhat forced himself in. You guys talked about random things, you knew Inumaki was a rebel but not like this. He handed you a joint. “ Come on pretty girl. You’ll feel amazing.” He said. You were so Innocent. New into the dating world. You let yourself let go. Those type of days went on for weeks. He was constantly flirting,gifting you things, being a good guy, when in reality it was part of his plan. His plan on making a VIRGIN chubby girl fall in love and taking her innocence. He knew you’d be so easy to fool. Maki is your best friend. She warned you constantly. “I’m telling you because I care. You’re not only my best friend…you’re like my sister.” You rolled your eyes,” Inumaki is an amazing person Maki. He’s sweet and kind. He’d never do anything to hurt me. We’re going on a date. I’m so excited!” You said giggling. Inumaki walked into your room scanning your body. He was grossed out. In his eyes you were nothing but fat walking around. “ You look wonderful but you need to lose weight. Your stomach rolls when you sit down. Come on let’s go.”

As time passed by you stopped talking to Maki…“ Inumaki stop..h-hey no stop it.” You said struggling to get out of his grip. “ Oh come on we’ve been dating for almost 6 months. It’s about time we have sex.” He said smirking. He forced your shorts and panties off. “ I bet your pussy is so tight.” Tears slipped. “ S-stop Inu! I’m not ready…ho-“ you couldn’t finish. You felt him deep inside. He didn’t prep you. He slammed in not caring about you at all. You felt sharp pain as he thrusted in and out. You kicked a lot but eventually felt defeated and stopped. “ fu-fuck baby so good.” He groaned. You felt a sting on your face. He slapped you harshly. “ You’re taking me so well…good girl. Not making me struggle anymore. Oh come on give me a smile.” He spoke continued to roam your body. Time passed. “ Well Happy anniversary.” He winked changing and left. You laid there. Blood covering your thighs. Face red from the slap. His handprint on your neck. You cried all night remembering all the times Maki warned you.The follow days were horrible. Gojo noticed your change in clothing style. You wore jeans instead of shorts,kept your hair down, wearing thin long sleeves shirts.“ You completely changed your style y/n. Love the dark colors.” He said moving close to you. You smiled. Genuine smile. “There’s that cute smile. We can have lunch together. My treat.” He said smiling. Gojo had a feeling that your relationship with Inumaki was hell. A shit show. He noticed how you moved. Getting up you’d wince. The way you walked sometimes you’d stumble. Inumaki was waiting for you at the door with his evil eyes. You got scared. “N-no thanks sir. I always have lunch with Inumaki.” You replied grabbing your bento box. “ You should tell him you want to eat alone or with old friends next time.” Gojo said with a serious face and tone. You laughed it off and left with Inu.

“Stop eating so much. That’s why you’re fat. Clothes look bad on you. Skip meals.” He judged as you ate. “You’re right.” You replied closing your bento box. “Good. Ignore your hunger.” You stayed silent as he ate. “Are you bleeding? Ugh you stained the floor. Are you on your period?” He asked. You cut your thighs and wrists. “No. I fell yesterday and landed wrong.” You replied cleaning the stain you left behind on the ground. “Don’t talk to me that way. This is your only warning.” He replied in a stern voice. “It won’t happen again.” You held your tears back following him back to class. “ Everyone settle down. 1st years math exam then 30minutes of training. 2nd years training time. Outside now. Don’t go crazy. 3rd years it’s exam time. All subjects.” He spoke handing out the exams to the 1st and 3rd years. You finished your science questions first then reading and math then English. As you circled a question you felt your pants soaking the blood. Your eyes widened. “Y/n is everything okay?” Gojo asked standing beside you. You flinched. “Y-yeah chilly for me today.” You replied. He took his jacket off placing it around your shoulders. You couldn’t help but blush. It made you happy. “Thank you sir.” You quickly put it on. You were chubby so you did struggle a bit to zip it up. He noted to buy a size or two up that way you could wear his clothes. One day at least. You’re 18. Legal but one day you’d wear his clothes.

You were the last to finish your exam. Everyone left the room. “You’re still here? Is everything alright?” Gojo asked watching you. You had to play this carefully. “ I um...I’m stained.” You confessed. He realized what you meant. “You got your period.” He asked. Normal guys would get grossed out. He didn’t. He’s totally cool about it. “Yes.” “Now stand. I’ll clean the chair. Wrap my jacket around your waist. It’ll cover the stain. I’ll walk you to your dorm.” He said. You stood up and he did exactly what he said. Cleaned it with alcohol and alcohol wipes. You felt sad you had to lie. Once you both reached your dorm you thanked him. “Alright shower and stay warm. If the cramps kick in hard I can go buy you Midol.” You smiled. Gojo is a man you wish you had. Not an abusive guy. “Thanks sir.” You both exchanged numbers. He left. You saw Inumaki “It’s about time I teach you a lesson.” You whimpered. Big Mistake bringing Gojo to your dorm and exchanging numbers.

One weekend you told Inu you’d visit your parents. You lied. “Hey beautiful.” Gojo said. “Hi handsome .” “Today I’m spoiling you. Get whatever you want. I mean whatever.” He said walking into the first store. He followed you as you looked around. A pair of navy blue platforms caught your attention. You saw the price 230 dollars. You quickly lost interest. Gojo called a worker over. “Ma’am may you get these shoes in a size 7.5” he smiled. The lady nodded and left. “They’re expensive.” “anything for you darling” he said. “Here you go sir.” The lady said handing the shoes over. “Thank you madam.” You smiled as you tried the shoes on. At the check out he paid 957 dollars. He held the bags. Walking to another store you saw a bag you’ve been wanting. “Grab it baby with the matching wallet too.” You thought-he did say anything..- once it was charged you were in heaven. Best 660 he’s spent to see you happy. Hours passed“Mhm baby here’s your new phone and laptop. You needed an upgrade.” Your jaw dropped. This one was over the top. Almost 1,999 for the laptop and the phone each.Girls noticed the amount of bags you had. They whispered that you’re having sex with him to buy you things. “Don’t listen. You’re my girl.” He said kissing you. You returned it. “Now is there anything you want or need?” “Feminine products and g-groceries.” You replied embarrassed. Hours passed. You set your things down. He helped placing the clothes away. You finished the process of transferring info to your new phone and laptop. “Hey Maki said yo” Inu held his anger back. “We’ll call later Kay.” You said to Gojo and he left worried. Beating time.

You noticed Gojo did little things that made your day. He did flirt a lot but you loved it. It was hard to date him well you were with Inu and he’s your teacher. You noticed more happiness when being with him throughout the day. Although you knew Inu was watching. Knowing you’d learn a lesson everyday. It was worth it. Gojo was everything and more to you. He always makes you smile. Always giving you his heart.

It was now 8 months together with Inu…he made you take him every week. Whether you liked it or not. “ You piece of shit! Go to hell!” You yelled crying as he hit you. Inu was fully clothed however was very eager to take it all off. He wanted to teach you a lesson first. You were beyond lucky he never dared to use his technique on you. Your teacher was on a night stroll. He heard your yelling from your dorm. “I knew it. That asshole.” He whispered. Gojo didn’t hesitate to run over and break down your door. You were naked, bent over your desk. Hand prints, bruises and bites everywhere. His heart stopped for a moment. Rage took over his mind. You got away from Inumaki coving yourself with a blanket. You witnessed Gojo beating him. Blood on his hands. You let him beat Inumaki. He deserved it. They bumped into things in the room. Your desk, the night bedside table, the body mirror. It got way out of hand. You were scared. “911. Y-yes that’s it.Move y/n. I’ve got this.” You spoke grabbing your phone. A few minutes passed. Cops and ambulances surround the area. Gojo gave the final punch knocking Inumaki out. He walked over to you staying at a distance. “M-may I hold you?” He asked. You rushed into his arms holding the blanket around yourself. “ Y-you’re safe now.” Gojo held you carefully. “ Arms above your head. Now!” One of the 4 cops yelled. Reading the room wrong. One loaded his gun. “N-No stop. He saved me. Don’t sh-shoot. S-stop. Stop it. No No don’t hit me. Don’t hurt me. Stop.” You spoke.They triggered your fears. “ Put the guns down. She’s scared. Do you have any idea what shes been through?” Gojo said holding you close. Not wanting to let you go. Paramedics walked in helping Gojo lay you on the bed. “You’re going to be okay sweetie. What’s your name?” The lady asked. Your mind was fuzzy. “ My name..y/n l/n. Gojo.” You looked around as they secured the bed on the ambulance. “Where is he?” You asked. “ Calm down. You need to relax.” You hit the paramedic who was only trying to check your vitals. “S-stop stay away!Gojo! Help me! Make them go away! Gojo!!” You yelled scared. You’re triggered. It’s an okay response. Gojo ran over getting on the ambulance. He didn’t get to finish his statement to the cops. “I’m here. You’re good. Relax. Let them do their job. They’re making sure you’re okay.” He held your hand. Instantly you relaxed.

Hours later Gojo finished his police report and stayed with you at the hospital. “ s-so..what are you looking for?” Gojo asked the doctor and nurses.“ Since you’re not a parent nor guardian we are not allowed to release information about the patient. “ We have to ask you to leave the room.” Shoko spoke. The cops, male nurses and Gojo left the room. Shoko quickly took her phone out messaging Gojo about what’s going to happen. “ Sweetheart. We have to examine you okay…see if you’re healthy down there.” You looked at the nurses, “I need him here.” Shoko brought him inside. “Y/n?” He reached through the curtain. Finding your hand. Your fingers intertwined. You both relaxed. You winced. You knew they’d have to check for STDs or any vaginal issues. Once that finished. They lifted the gown further up. Applying gel on your lower stomach. “Y-you’re kidding right? There’s no way!” You yelled. “Y/n? Shh it’s alright. I can’t pass the curtain. Privacy you know.” He spoke. As they moved the stick around. Nothing was found. You were so relieved.

Medical proof of sexual abuse was given. Inumaki was locked up behind bars for many years to come.

A year passed. 19yrs old. You graduated and now you’re a full fledged sorcerer!

“You look so sexy.” Gojo said hugging you from behind. You smiled. “Thank you for buying me the dress. I love it.” You replied. You were finally so confident. All it took was love. “ it compliments your curves. Love handles. Rolls. Your thighs. You’re so sexy.” You couldn’t help but giggle noticing his problem. He groaned. “3rd time today.” “Oh really?” You asked. “Yeah. You rubbed up against me when waking up, then you walked around with only panties and my shirt on. Then this dress.” He complains about it but always fixes his hard in front of you. Shamelessly. You enjoyed watching him. The way he throws his head back moaning. His dick twitching. The way he teases himself by stroking himself fast then slow. You even touched yourself too. Showing each other how you masturbate. You both didn’t want to go farther than that. You both promised to take it slow. “Don’t go. I need to see you.” He spoke stroking himself fast. He’s sensitive. You blushed sitting down. “please cum for me Satoru.” You said in a soft voice and that’s all it took. Cum spurted onto his hand. “I love you in many ways y/n” he said. You grabbed his hand and licked it clean. “Y-You don’t have to..we’ve only started dating 5 months ago and started our sexual relations last month. Don’t force yourself.” He said putting his boxers and jeans back on. “I wanted to try it. It tastes good actually” you confessed, cheeks blushed. Gojo held you close. “I’m in love with you.” Both said in unison. Laugher bounced off the walls. Love in the air. As you cuddled on the couch you both said fuck going out. In each other’s arms is all you wanted to do. Cuddle up and sleep,

[chattegeorgiana]

Sakura's popularity in Japan took a serious hit when she attempted to move on to Naruto at the Kage Summit. This shift alienated Japanese fans who value loyalty and true love and even Japonese fans started to hate Sakura.

He knew Sakura catch bullets for that nonsense. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he’s a writing god who could accurately predict all critical reception. he also said he misread sai & Kimimaro whom he expected to be super popular but flopped astronomically. But with Sakura? it’s a battle shonen where fans value either raw power or emotional value. He didn’t include sakura in the action for the longest time, and on the emotional side, he used her to victimize naruto & humble sasuke as the “actually not that good” guy who needs to be surpassed. and Sasuke gets humbled for naruto to look good and Sakura in turn looks bad. like how he could put her in that position with the minimal action & negative emotional value combo and be shocked that some little girls didn’t identify with that misogynistic like "Women are fickle are autumn skies" .

Kishimoto managed to put all Sasuke, SasuSaku and NaruHina and the JAPONESE fans against Sakura in that fake confession.

Kishimoto was trying to to portray her positively, but fumbled up and received a backlash he did not except, which seems to have affected his writing for her later.

Sakura confirming that she loves Sasuke in chapter 540 and saying that a girl's feelings can't change after failing in love was an attempt to save her after the disaster of 'girls are fickle as autumn skies' from the fake confession. I think NaruSaku fans needs to undertand Japonese really values loyality and true love above all and they didn't wanted to see Sakura move on to Naruto after she declared her love to Sasuke and SS are always the most popular pairing in Japan.

Perhaps NaruSaku could have worked, but the misconstrued and bad writing confession at the Kage Summit ultimately sealed its fate.

I’m assuming since you came from YouTube to paste the comment from there to here, you’re really looking for an answer, aren’t you?

Just because I don’t have the time now to reply to all the YouTube comments, doesn’t mean that I don’t see them, ya know?

So, tell me, before I reply to this, where do you want it replied? Here, or on YouTube? Since you clearly follow my steps all around my socials and are in desperate need of my reply over this statement, which, what I can tell you from the get-go, while it may sound “factually correct” to new-comers, there’s a LOT of data you’re not addressing here and/or downright decontextualizing, in order to make it feel like Sakura’s hatred stems only from NaruSaku’s fault, an idea/belief/perspective or whatever you want to call it that a certain subset of the SasuSaku fandom started spreading recently.

And my guess is that you’re one among those very people, since it’s not the first time you’ve poked me with this.

It’s just that… you’re factually incorrect that’s all. And I’m going to prove it to you with receipts.

The question tho, as I said, is where do you want me to do it, here or on Youtube?

Or hey, maybe I can make a whole video about it… Hmm, you’ve given me perspectives now.

[planetpiastri]

💝+ a kiss that isn't meant to happen but does so anyway from this list with fanboy🤍

this turned out VERY unserious but like 90s romcom unserious if that makes sense? anyways i hope you enjoy!! | [wc - 1.1k]

This was bad. This was very, very bad. You couldn’t recall a time when you’d been in a situation this bad.

Mickey was off limits. Before you ever even met him, you’d set that rule for yourself. It didn’t matter that with every little thing your friend told you about him, you found yourself liking him more and more. It didn’t matter that when you did finally meet, you hit things off uncomfortably well. It didn’t matter that somewhere along the line he’d become one of your closest friends. It didn’t matter that their relationship had only lasted a couple months and had ended amicably. It didn’t matter that you’d fallen hopelessly, utterly in love with him.

He was your friend’s ex-boyfriend, which meant he was off limits. 

And now you were sitting next to him at a baseball game, the seats so small you were practically in his lap, and his arm was around the back of your chair.

This was very bad.

“These are good seats,” you said for maybe the billionth time.

“Thanks. I won them on the radio,” he replied for the billion-and-first time.

You tried desperately not to read into the fact that when Mickey won Dodgers tickets, you had been the first one he’d called, his voice loud and exuberant as he word-vomited: “I bought tickets no I didn’t buy them I won them I won Dodgers tickets I was the seventeenth caller and I won tickets there’s two of them for this Saturday are you free do you want to come do you want to come to a Dodgers game with me please?” 

Mickey was one of your best friends, and you were one of his. It made sense that he’d want to take you with him to an event like this. Did you know much about baseball? No, not really. But you knew enough to know when to cheer and when to boo and when to shout, “Aw, come on!”

This made sense. This was completely platonic. There wasn’t anything to read into here. 

Maybe if you said it to yourself enough, you’d start to believe it, too.

On the field, the players scrambled into action. A Dodgers player sprinted for third and got tagged out. The stands roared.

“Aw, come on!” you said.

Mickey glanced at you and laughed. His arm moved, bumping against your shoulders, and you went stiff as a board. Surely he knew what he was doing. So why the hell was he doing it?

He must be messing with you. Mickey was always teasing you like that. The other night at the bar Hangman had made some offhand comment about ‘When are you two going to just get together?,’ and ever since that, Mickey had been playing things up around everyone. That must be what this was. He was just teasing you, enjoying watching you squirm.

This was normal. Mickey was off limits. 

“Hey,” he said suddenly, his mouth so close to your ear that you nearly jumped out of your skin. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I’m gonna get something to drink!” you almost yelled, standing so abruptly that your shoulder knocked against Mickey’s chin. You immediately cringed, reaching out to cup his face and blurting, “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“S'okay,” Mickey grunted. “Are you okay?”

You opened your mouth to reply and apologize again, but a whistle blared down on the field. The teams began to switch, and music began to play, and the jumbotron began to play a kitschy, red-and-pink heart animation.

“Here comes that kiss cam!” the announcer said loudly. “Pucker up, fans!”

“God, I’m thirsty!” you said hoarsely. “Do you want a drink, Mickey? Maybe some ice for your face?”

His hands were still on your wrists, his gaze serious. “I really need to ask you something.”

“Wouldn’t you rather ask me with a nice, cold Coke in your hand?” you blurted, panicked heat coursing through your skin.

Overhead, the announcer said, “Alright, you two, how about a kiss?” You cast a quick glance towards the jumbotron as an elderly couple chastely pressed their lips together. The crowd aww-ed.

“No, I'm okay,” said Mickey, tugging at your arms. “Can’t you sit down?”

“Or a hot dog,” you rambled, your mouth working independently of your brain. “Or nachos! Don’t you want nachos?”

“Are you okay?” asked Mickey, his eyebrows knitting in concern. “Maybe you do need some water.”

On the jumbotron, the camera found a little boy sitting with his mother in an oversized Dodgers jersey. The announcer said, “And a kiss for mom! How sweet.”

“I’m okay,” you said quickly. “It’s just hot up here. Don’t you think it’s hot up here? Mickey, can you let go of my hands, please?”

He did, but he angled his legs across the aisle so you couldn’t run away. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” you yelped, scrubbing your hands across your face. “No, you didn’t—you haven’t—you’re great. This is just me.”

“But I just—”

“And how about these two? Oh, are we interrupting something?” said the announcer, and when you jerked your head to look over at the jumbotron, you saw yourself.

This could not be happening.

“How about a kiss?” said the announcer.

You sat down in your seat, hard, your face burning. Your heart was pounding your chest, and you could feel your blood pulsing in your head. Mickey was shaking you gently and saying something, and when you looked over at him, everything else seemed to fade away.

“We don’t have to,” he was saying, trying to give you a bolstering smile.

You said something. Later, you’d have a hard time remembering what exactly it was you said, but you were pretty sure it was something like, “I wish we could.” 

“We’re waiting,” said the announcer. People were chanting, encouraging you.

“We shouldn’t,” you said.

“Shouldn’t we?” said Mickey. His fingers brushed the hair at your temple, grounding you as his hand cupped the side of your head.

“What about that question you wanted to ask?” you murmured, unable to focus on anything except his eyes, pinning you in place.

“Forget the question,” said Mickey, and then his other hand came up to the other side of your face and he kissed you. You sighed into his mouth, which maybe would have been embarrassing, but this was Mickey. If you couldn’t be yourself with him, you couldn’t be yourself with anyone.

And what a kiss. It was like listening to your favorite song—every rhythm, every beat, every crescendo and every fade, it was all familiar and expected and anticipated and satisfying.

When he pulled away, you felt calm—and profoundly silly. The kiss cam was long gone; the game was going again. It was just you and Mickey in the seats he had won on the radio.

Your mouth fumbled for words. “I didn’t mean—I didn’t—I just—I didn’t plan for this.”

That more than anything else is what finally made Mickey break into a beautiful, wide smile. “Well, jeez,” he said, “I’d sure hope not.”

And then he kissed you again.

[natalynsie]

Buzzing Lights (Noco Ficlet)

“I can’t believe your dad kicked us out,” Heather stated.

It was just past sunset. The park had a faint smell of rain from earlier that day, the pavement was ever-so-slightly wet, and the lights above the baseball fields buzzed quietly. It was dark, dark enough that the sign listing the rules, one of them being the park is only open dawn to dusk, was unseen.

“Duncan literally stole his wallet. I don't know what more you want from him,” Noah responded blankly. “Would your parents not kick us out? Because if they wouldn’t that says a lot about your family.”

“Well, he could’ve just thrown Duncan out, but he had to take all of us out. I mean, I guess being slow runs in the family.”

“I’m actually a very fast runner,” Lindsay argued. “But my dad is a little slow.”

“See what I mean?”

Noah rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe Owen managed to drag him to another party with his homeroom, one at Lindsay’s house no less. What he also couldn’t believe is the fact that Lindsay would actually invite Duncan to her house. Of course, after Duncan decided to go and start robbing the family, effectively getting all the kids kicked out. Now, they were walking around a local park aimlessly.

Duncan just shrugged at the conversation. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

“Well hey, it’s a nice night!” Geoff smiled, optimistic as always. “I think me and Bridge are gonna go find a place to watch the stars.”

“Hey, not a bad idea,” Duncan grinned as the two blondes departed from the group to find somewhere to sit. “Courtney, would you-”

“Not in a million years, Duncan,” Courtney responded. “Especially not after you robbed Lindsay’s parents.”

“Worth a shot,” Duncan replied.

“Courtney, let’s go on the swings!” Gwen suggested, pointing at the swing set standing on its own separate from the playground.

“Sure,” Courtney smiled.

“Don’t you leave me here with these crazies,” Leshawna called, following them. After a moment, Trent followed them as well.

Heather, Lindsay, and Beth headed to the bleachers to paint their nails. Alejandro, Duncan, DJ, and Tyler headed for the field where they saw an abandoned soccer ball. Everyone slowly split up from the group, going off with their own friends, leaving Cody and Noah heading to the woods.

“You sure we should go in there?” Noah asked.

“I know my way,” Cody argued. “I’ve been here a million times.”

It wasn’t like Noah had anything better to do, anyway. Eva, Izzy, and Owen went climbing fences so he wouldn’t want to hang out with them. Going for a walk in the woods was tame and required little effort. Plus, Cody knew what he was doing.

Well, not really.

After about twenty minutes of walking and Cody ranting about anything and everything, they decided to turn back. It was even darker than it was earlier, and Noah could barely see Cody.

He heard a clunk. “Wait, where are we?” Cody voiced.

“Are you serious right now?” Noah responded. “I thought you knew where we were going.”

“I just hit my leg on something and I have no idea where we are. Sorry.”

Noah let out a sharp sigh. Great.

Lost in the woods with Cody of all people. Maybe Izzy or Eva would be able to find their way back being the crazy people they were, or Owen could find his way back with the promise of food, but Cody?

Then Noah felt another hand touch his.

“I just don’t wanna lose you,” Cody justified the action, lacing his fingers into Noah’s. “In the woods, that is.”

Noah felt his heartbeat speed up, but blamed it on the fact that he was lost in the woods at night. He wasn’t scared, but what else would it be?

And he tripped.

“Ow, Jesus,” he exclaimed, letting go of Cody’s hand.

“Woah, sorry.” Cody crouched. “Are you okay?”

“I just fell really hard.”

“Are you bleeding?”

Noah felt the area directly below the knee he fell on. “Yeah. A little.”

“Okay, um, we’ll get band-aids when we get back. We can wash your cut in the bathrooms.”

Noah nodded, but then remembered he couldn’t see Cody. “Uh, yeah.”

Cody took Noah’s hand again and began walking slowly, not wanting to fall again. Noah stuck his free arm out so he wouldn’t run into anything again.

“Man, this would be a lot easier if Izzy was here,” Cody stated.

Noah snorted. “Yeah. The girl has night vision.” His hand hit a bush. “I guess we have to turn here.”

“Wait. Stick your foot out to the right.”

Noah did so. “Okay?”

“So there’s two paths here. I think we need to go left.”

“I guess you know better than me. If you’re not right though, I’m going to be mad.”

“No no, I know where we are now.”

Noah sighed. For the rest of the walk they didn’t talk much. There wasn’t much more to say.

“Oh hey, we’re back,” Cody smiled. The buzzing lights were visible and shone light on the path. “We can make it to the bathrooms from here,” Cody grinned and let go of Noah’s hand.

Noah nodded, following him, but longing to hold Cody’s hand again.

[twdsfiction]

Rule breaker pt 3

Tw - abuse, triggering worlds, sadness.

I saw as the day begins to fade to night, after walking for what seem like a million hours, we finally reached the Alexandria gate after moments of walking, Sasha and Abraham was on the watch tower and yelled, "they're back!" As they raveled the gate open. I was so sad to be returning without my brothers rhino, as a soon a she gate open I seen my uncle, I stood there in shocked, as he ran to me and he replies, "I'm so glad nothing happened to you." As he pulled me into a big, I faked smiled and hugged back, Rick chimes in, "he found his way back, a few days ago." I faked smiled. Even though I wanted to cry I didn't, I accepted the hug and embraced the feeling. And then me and my uncle started walking more inside Alexandria so they could shut the gate back, Daryl followed closely by, before he yells, "hey Joseph" my uncle turns around and Dary punches him repeatedly, I screamed "daryl stop!" Rick and everyone tries to push him off, but Daryl wouldn't stop, when finally Abraham grabbed his arm and pulled him away, and Rick yelled, "what the hell is wrong with you"

He looked to me to say something, but my teary-eye vision could only stare at the ground, I felt guilty I couldn't take up for Daryl's action, Daryl muffles, "ask y/n!" Everyone eyes turns to me, and my little brother was just standing in the doorway, scared he didn't have his rhino with him so he was carrying a blanket, I just stated, "I have no clue." Daryl just stormed away after that. Carol went after him, and Rick helped up my uncle, "sorry Joseph, Daryl's unpredictable sometimes" I saw Glenn whisper to Maggie, "I'm just saying Daryl doesn't usually just punch a guy without a reason, he's not that type of guy" Maggie walks towards me placing her hand on my shoulder, with Michonne near by her, as she states, "do you wanna tell us what happened out here, it'll just be us girls?" I looked at my uncle who was getting tissues from Glenn and sitting up on the ground smoking and talking to Rick as if he was the most innocent man, "yeah, he have one hell of a right hook, guess that's a way to say I miss you" he chuckles.

I nodded my head before walking away with, michonne, Rosita, Maggie and Tara. When I entered the house I immediately notice how they all waited for me to sit as if this was a serious matter. Maggie sits down a flass of water, "okay dear, tell us what happened?" I replied "we had a rough two days out there. Lost the rhino... So I guess Daryl has built up aggression" michonne states, "is there anything we should know about your uncle?" I laughed fiddlling with my hand a little, "yeah, um, he has a bad sense of humor, i have to go.." i quickly picked up my bag and left out.

(Outside on the porch)

Carol gives Daryl a beer, he takes it as he drinks a sip and then says, "thanks" carol sits beside him, and brings a blanket to help with the cold air as she replies, "wanna tell me why did you punch josep" daryl didn't reply it was a big of silence before he throws the beer glass causing it to shatter. As he states. "I'm gonna go to bed" he stands up quickly as he was about to enter the house, carol asserts, "you know I'm always here for you?" Daryl adds, "yeah, I know" as we walks inside the house.

(At Isabelle's house)

Y/n walks inside to hear yelling, "go to sleep kid? It's night out there. It's a fucking stupid rhino?" I heard my brother crying out, i knew it was my uncle, so i immediately ran into the room. As I kneelds down beside his bed pulling out a bear, i rubbes his head and wiped his tears as she says, "look at me?" He looks at me and runs his eyes, I then stated, "I have a bear he'll protect you untill Mr rhino gets back okay?" He nodded, then my uncle grabbed my arm and pulled me out the room roughly, I snatched away and said, "ouch, don't ever yell at him like that" Joseph replied, "I don't know what the hell, you Daryl but.." i yelled, "i told him the truth!" Joseph was silent he looked so frustrated usually she knew where this stage ended too. He started to break things as I started to cry, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry" I dropped down to my knees, he walked to me and he shouted, "look at me" I leaned my head up to look at him. He then wipes the tears from my cheek. As he said, "I know you're sorry, but there is always consequences for your actions so stop crying, stand up and take them" ..

I stood up to my feet staying in place, as he punches me in the stomach, I groaned trying not to cry as the stinging sensation burned like a bee sting. Which causes me to bend down, My eyes were teary he shouts, "come on stand up like a big girl! Y/n!"I stood up and he started relentlessly punching me, which left a few bruises of my arm and neck. I couldn't take anymore so I dropped down to the floor and cried. he then he pulled over the back of my shirt to take a piece of glass and make a j on my back. And then stands up and says, "next time I won't be so gentle y/n" he then wakes away. that was all she remembered before the night went away.

The next day.

Y/n Got up to put on a new outfit after showering, I put on a sweater, high rised jeans with a pair of white sneakers on. Then the same jacket Glenn gave me on top of it, so it wouldn't look as if I was just wearing a scarf, then my usually hair clips. I then walked downstairs and saw, my brother eating breakfast.

He seemed tos be happy with the near stuffed-animal so I walked out the door. It was hot not cold like last night, but maybe I can say I'm just cold blooded.or something, as soon I went out, carol was there with cookies. I gave her a smile, "hey what a pleasant surprise you with cookies" she smirks and replied, "yeah , I was gonna bring some for Joseph welcome home presen, what a nice jacket and scarf for a 75 degree day" I stated, "thanks I'm cold blooded, happen to see Daryl?" She asserted, "he's somewhere over there helping Denise build a table or something " I smiled "thanks" before walking off. I immediately walked off before she could ask anymore questions. When I walked up to Daryl, I see him building something for Denise. With a screwdriver in his mouth.

I say, "hey Dixie!" He ignored me screwing the piece in tightly. I stated, "gonna just ignore me" as I stood in front of him, he still avoided eye contact with me, I asserted, "I get it you're mad at me but come on" Daryl replies, "okay cool, can I get back to work?" I knocked down the table as I said, "no! Stop ignoring me" he scoffs, "hell ya want me to say, huh? Want me to say I give a damn, I said that last night, huh? Want me to say I care I said that last night? Want me to say you deserve better I did that last night. And you stood there like some damn princess and let me get blamed. I don't wanna see you y/n. Cause you disgust me" it broke my heart, it felt as if it sunk as i stated, "yeah, yeah, it's okay... I get it" i walked away. Daryl would be lying if he didn't say it broke his heart to tell her that. But there was no other way to say how he felt...

[threadandlace]

Pirate Smile (Jake POV)- Seamstress for the Band series, part eight (4.0k)

Masterlist- to start from the beginning

“You okay?” you asked Josh as he came back into the room, clearly flustered as he paced for a moment before digging into his suitcase. He was quiet, which was abnormal when he was drunk. “Josh,” you repeated, a little louder this time. He stilled and slowly turned to face you. “What?” he replied, his eyes blank. “Are you okay?” you repeated, searching his face for a hint at whatever was clearly bothering him. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just drank a bit too much,” he said with a chuckle as he turned back to rummage through his suitcase for his toiletries. Something is up. Josh disappeared into the bathroom, and you heard the shower start.

Reaching into your sweatpants pocket for your phone, you checked the time. Almost 2:30 am. Tomorrow morning is going to be a struggle. You checked through your socials, scrolling through pictures and videos from the night before. You laughed at some edits the fans had made of Josh making a face while hitting a high note. The thirst traps were your absolute favorite things to look over- it stroked your ego just enough, but also made you laugh at how enthralled some people were. You watched the TikTok Olivia had posted of the group’s trip to the distillery and winery, reflecting on the day. You noticed a few frames that had everyone included in them and grimaced, knowing people would immediately notice the gorgeous girl hanging in the background with Josh.

She really was pretty, but you liked her for more than just her looks- she was skilled beyond compare and hilarious. She fit right in with the group, her presence enhancing the group dynamic. Taking a deep breath, you opened the comments. Sure enough, the hateful side of the fanbase had sprung into action.

Who the fuck is this girl we keep seeing??? Hello?!

Does Josh have a gf?! Sleeping on the highway tonight fr…

Girlie wants to be a groupie so bad, fuck off

You were the most concerned about the ones speculating that she and Josh were a couple, mostly because you felt like there was some weight behind the speculation. It was only an inkling you had, but you saw the way he looked at her- it was a look you’d hardly ever seen from your twin, but one you knew it held weight.

Scrolling over to twitter, you saw the same speculation and hatred. You noticed that one of the girls that had thrown the beer in West Virginia had taken a video, which you clicked on. The video was shaky, but it clearly showed the cans of beer being shaken up before making impact. It broke your heart to see her freeze, holding the damn box of shoes that left her completely defenseless. Josh ran into the frame and you heard him yell something at the idiots with the cameras as he grabbed her and pulled her through the door. Oh they’re definitely going to run with this.

And, true to your fear, the fanbase did run with it. Screenshots of the video had been blown up, made into a meme, and shared all over Twitter and Instagram. “Fuck,” you whispered as you continued to wade through the cesspool of disgusting comments and jokes. “What?” Josh asked as he walked back into the room, towel around his waist and wet curls clinging to his face. “Uh, nothing,” you tried to cover. Josh turned to face you, giving you a serious look. As serious as he could give being a little drunk and slightly resembling a wet poodle.

Josh pointed to your phone. “Tell me. Now,” he ordered. You sighed before giving him the breakdown from the night. He stood still as he listened, slightly leaned back against the wardrobe at the front of the room. Once you’d finished, he rubbed his face before turning to fish his clothes out of the suitcase. “That’s all you got?” you asked. He pulled on a pair of underwear before turning to face you. “I’m too fucked up to comprehend everything. All I know is that I’m angry. And that I hope she’s asleep and not seeing the fucking vile filth people are spewing onto all these damn platforms.” You nodded as you listened, noting his passion as being slightly more than the normal amount. “Nothing we can do tonight. It’s a tomorrow issue for sure,” you commented as you rose and walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Josh joined you in the bathroom and you both stood at the sink as you brushed your teeth. He looked tired- his skin was more pale than usual, purple shadows more prominent under his eyes. You knew that at the end of the day, he did this for you. This band, music, touring, all of it was your dream, he just happened to have the incredible voice and stage presence you had needed to be complete. The sacrifices he made never left the forefront of your mind, although your dream had slowly started to become his too. He loved performing and traveling and, of course, making you happy. Therefore, he was happy to join you on the rollercoaster that was Greta Van Fleet, although you knew that a hiatus was coming. You were ready for it, and you were sure Sam and Danny were too. The income you all were making off the tours was nice, but you were all able to be quite comfortable off the revenue generated from streams, merch and other endorsements.

You and Josh crawled into your own beds, turning to face each other and talk for a few minutes before you fell asleep. You’d always done this, for as long as you could remember. Typically, Josh would talk the most and you’d listen as he recounted various parts of the day, rambling about whatever crossed his mind. Tonight though, he was quiet. You figured he was just tired and irritated over the social media situation, so you discussed a time for your alarm before you shut off the light. A few minutes later you heard his breathing deepen, a sure sign he was asleep. His breathing lulled you to sleep soon after.

As soon as the alarm went off, you groaned. Josh was still out when you rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. It was 9:30 am, meaning you only had about 30 minutes to get down and grab breakfast before it closed for the day. You quickly got ready for the day, Josh not stirring at all as you moved around the room. You sat on the edge of his bed as you pulled on your shoes, turning to shake him lightly. He mumbled something and swatted at you. “As long as there’s signs of life, I’ll leave you be for a bit. I’ll get you something for breakfast, what do you want?” you asked quietly. Josh’s answer consisted of a grunt as he rolled over. “Okay, well, if you don’t like what I bring you, you’re out of luck front man,” you said as you headed out the door.

Danny was sitting at a table and drinking a coffee when you entered the dining room. “Morning,” he said with a smile as you walked over to him. “You want to sit?” he asked but you shook your head. “I need to take stuff up to Josh. He’s pretty hungover,” you said. Danny nodded. “Sam too. I told him I’d bring him a waffle. He asked for bacon for some reason, but I will not be fulfilling that request,” Danny said with a laugh. You leaned, quieting your voice as you glanced around the room. “Did you see Twitter?” you asked quietly. Danny nodded, giving you a look of sadness. “I really love our fans but… some of them really make me question humanity.” You nodded, “I couldn’t agree more.” You gave Danny’s shoulder a pat before heading to the breakfast bar.

You were boxes of food for you and Josh, as well as an orange juice for him and a coffee for yourself. The elevator doors opened, and you were greeted by a familiar face. “Good morning,” she said quietly, giving you a soft smile. “Good morning! You headed down?” you asked as you stepped out of the elevator, noting her luggage next to her and she nodded. “See you on the bus in a bit,” she said as the doors closed between you.

Josh was still half-asleep when you got back in the room. “Dude, you have to get up. For real this time,” you pressed as you put his food down in front of him. He slowly sat up, reaching for the cup of orange juice on the nightstand. You sat at the table in the corner to eat your breakfast and watched as Josh ate slowly, chewing thoughtfully on the bacon you’d brought him. “Why a bagel?” he asked, gesturing to the plain bagel you’d brought him, a light layer of peanut butter between the halves. “You always wanted a bagel and peanut butter when we were sick. Mom always made you a peanut butter bagel and brought me what?” you quizzed, knowing he knew the answer. Josh rolled his eyes, “crackers. So boring.”

 You both were able to make it onto the bus by 10:15, only a little behind schedule. “Always late,” Danny tutted as you took your seats at the booth in the middle of the bus. You had all chosen to get onto your bus versus the wardrobe bus today, giving her space to work on finishing whatever she needed to. “Where’s Sam?” Josh asked as he made a cup of tea at the kitchenette. “Bunks,” Danny replied, pointing behind him as he flipped through one of the magazines Emily had left on your bus for some reason. Josh walked over and moved the magazine in Danny’s hands to get a better look at the cover. “People? Really? Of all things, Emily doesn’t get enough drama on the road?” Josh joked. “And you too, for that matter Danny boy,” Josh added, poking at Danny. Danny chuckled but shrugged, “something to pass the time. At least this isn’t about us or our friends.” Josh took a seat and gestured to the cover “actually, Oprah is my friend, so thanks for that.” You all laughed as the bus headed towards the venue.

The ride to the venue was quick and you were all immediately ushered to sound check. “We need to get it done quickly because they’re letting the general admission group come in early due to the weather,” Emily had explained. Sure enough, when you stepped off the bus you were greeted by a downpour, the rain starting to puddle in the parking lot. Everyone made their way to the stage and went through the usual lineup to check your equipment. Everything sounded pretty good after a few minor adjustments, although you could tell Josh was exhausted as he struggled to hit different notes. You went to stand closer to him and noted how he relaxed, although he still was strained. As you exited the stage you all were ushered to the green room, a large open area that split into the various dressing rooms.

Josh immediately went to his room and closed the door, likely getting ready to take a nap. You and Danny went to check in with your seamstress extraordinaire, who looked quite tired. “How’d it go?” she asked in her normal, cheerful manner. Danny talked about how great things sounded and how excited he was for tonight, but all you could think of was the sea of hateful comments you’d read last night. 

Did she know? Had she seen what you had? She smiled at you uneasily. “You okay, Jake?” she asked gently. You nodded and took a seat in a chair to the side of the area of where she was working. “Yeah, I’m great. Tired, but good. You?” She nodded and expressed the same- tired, but good. Sam took a seat on the floor next to you and stretched on the floor, eventually laying back and closing his eyes. “Sam, the floor is probably disgusting, do you want the couch?” she had asked him, but he shook his head, lifting a finger up to silence her, which she had laughed at.

Emily came back, carrying her usual clipboard and frazzled look. “Emily, what’s for lunch?” Sam asked, noticing her presence before she’d even spoken, his eyes still closed. She completely ignored him and looked past all of you, finding comfort in one of the few other women on the tour. “We are having some weather issues,” was all Emily said before bursting into tears. 

Instantly, she was up and taking Emily by the hands and leading her down the hall, whispering to her as Emily sobbed. Something was clearly very wrong, but you and Danny stayed put, giving each other wide-eyed looks of confusion. Sam propped himself up on his elbows before looking around. “Where’d she go? Did I make her upset?” he asked and you shook your head. “Something’s going on, but we have no idea what. It’s fine,” Danny replied, sitting back in his chair as he eased his head back and closed his eyes.

The women came back a short while later, Emily taking off down the hall quickly. “Everything okay?” you asked as she returned to her work. She nodded, not giving you an explanation. “Do you know what we are having for lunch?” Sam asked and she chuckled. “The venue is doing catering. I think it’s Mexican,” was all she said before the room returned to silence.

She had been right- lunch was Mexican. “Should we wake Josh up?” Danny had asked and you nodded. You left your plate and went into his dressing room, taking a moment to adjust to the pitch black. You fumbled through the room, eventually finding his body curled up on the couch on the side of the room. “Hey. It’s almost 1:30, I figured you would want to come get lunch. They have these quesadillas that I think you’ll really like,” you said after gently jostling him awake. “I’m coming,” Josh had answered, still half-asleep. You helped pull him up off the couch and you flipped on the light on your way out, Josh wincing at the brightness as he followed behind you.

The vibe in the green room immediately changed when Josh stepped into the room. He ignored it as he went to make himself a plate and you returned to yours. Josh returned to the group and sat in a chair at the edge of the group, eating quietly. He didn’t so much as look her way, a shift from the day before when they had been side-by-side, eating and joking together. The air was tense, and Danny clearly felt it too from the looks he was giving you. Sam, however, was oblivious as he discussed the set list. Sam argued with Josh for a moment over the opener, eventually getting his way when Josh gave in.

Emily came back into the room as everyone was finishing up lunch, looking even more anxious and frazzled. “So we have a real problem,” Emily started, flipping her clipboard back and forth between her hands. You all waited for her to continue. “So… the arena is flooding.”

“What does that mean? Like, flooding how?” you asked as you searched her face for a clue to just how bad this was. “Like… there’s a leak in the roof. Multiple leaks. And the floor is covered in water. This storm is getting really bad,” Emily said quietly. “Wait…” Danny started, “didn’t you tell us that all the GA people were going to go into the arena early? Because of the storm? Are they in there right now?” Emily nodded slowly, all of you falling silent. “Well, they’re all being taken out into the halls now, because there’s now a hurricane warning. And, you know, because the arena has turned into a swimming pool.” Josh stood, “I want to see.” Everyone nodded in agreement and Emily excused herself to have a quick chat with the security team to facilitate a way to view the damage.

A few moments later, everyone was being escorted by security up through the levels of the arena until you made it out to finally see the damage. Everything Emily had said was true- rain was falling from a few spots in the ceiling, cascading down and splattering onto the concrete floor. There was now a few inches of standing water in the middle of the arena. Workers were milling about as they tried to clean things up, an impossible task as the water continued to fall from the ceiling, much quicker than they could clean. Everyone stood in awe, taking in just how bad the situation was. A few fans were still being ushered out from the area around the stage, all of them passing through the standing water that was collecting as they made their way to the halls surrounding the main area.

As you all headed back to the green room, the severity of the situation started to sink in. “So,” Emily had said after everyone was seated once again, “we are going to have to reschedule, obviously. The leaks won’t be able to be repaired in this storm, and I don’t think they’d be able to clean the water up quick enough anyways.” 

Everyone was silent- having to cancel or reschedule was the absolute worst thing, all of you hating it for so many reasons. The logistics of rescheduling were a nightmare, but the disappointment you all felt from the fan base was worse by far. Everyone’s minds shifted to the fans- people that had likely slept on the concrete outside the venue for hours, if not days, for a chance to get a good spot in the pit. “Obviously we will go break the news, although I don’t think it’ll be a surprise. Some people have left already because they’re piecing things together, but I think most of them will stay put. The storm is really getting bad. I know that we won’t be able to leave for a few hours,” Emily continued.

 “Can we get them food? Waters?” Danny asked, Josh agreeing. “The venue is going to provide food and water for everyone stuck here. Obviously, this is a huge liability, so everyone is being taken care of very well,” Emily clarified.

“Well… I guess we get another day off,” Danny noted, trying to stay positive. “We are just going to have to come back and make it up,” Sam commented, and you agreed. “How does that work?” she asked as she worked on applying beading to a pair of pants. 

She was always working, no matter where she was- always present, but still far off as she hunched over her latest project. Danny explained the rescheduling process to her as she listened and asked occasional questions as she worked. “Well, at least your outfits will be ready when you come back,” she added with a chuckle. “I was really excited about this wardrobe set too,” Josh said quietly, speaking to her for the first time of the day. “I know. They’ll still get their use when you guys come back,” she said, reaching out to squeeze Josh’s knee. He gave her a reserved smile, both trading their usually giggly exchanges for quieter glances back and forth.

The lights flickered as the storm continued to ramp up. You pulled out your phone to check the radar. “Looks like we are about to get the worst of it,” you noted, showing the radar to the group. Everyone had leaned forward to see the screen when the power finally cut out completely. It was pitch black save for the exit signs and the group’s terrified faces reflecting the colorful light from the radar on your phone. 

“Shit,” Sam hissed. You could feel Emily’s presence before you heard her, barely able to make out her shape from the red glow of the emergency exit signs as your eyes adjusted to the dark. “Everyone okay?” Emily shouted and everyone sounded off. “Do they not have generators for this kinda thing?” you heard Danny ask. Nobody had an answer, so you all sat in silence for a few minutes as you waited for something to happen. “I’m thinking we are going to be stuck here for a bit,” you said quietly, everyone groaning in response.

Editing credits to the lovely @joshs-jonch who I’m so grateful to have had on this journey with me!

taglist: @eyelinerjake @radmads-gvf @gretavansara @everyglowinthetwilightknows @fwzco

[truly-morgan]

[NHS want NMJ back, feat.WWX (w.i.p)]

Nie Brothers | Mo Dao Zu Shi 13-07-2021

[#niehuaisang #niemingjue , post-canon feat. Wwx]

What if after the event at the temple, nie huaisang as people go and sneakily bring back his brother's body. He finally got it back in one piece (kind of) and he won't let it be caged with the person who killed him. He hates that he has to chain nmj in the secret chamber he has, but it is for his own good and so he doesn't attract people's attention to them.

His second in command is a bit unsure as he looks at the trashing body of the former sect leader. "Nie-zongzhu, are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

Nhs didn't turn to him as he kept watching his brother (or rather the body off). He knew what he probably meant by this question. But nmj was already out of the circle of reincarnation with his present state, What could be worse? Trying the drag back his consciousness would only make it that it was not "necessary" to destroy nmj for being an uncontrollable fierce corps.

He knew it was possible. Wwx did it once with wn while sl still had his too.

"Send the missive to cloud recess" nhs simply said with certainty.

"Do you think he will accept to help?"

"He will" he simply replied, folding shut his fan, "he won't have another choice".

With this nhs turned around, getting out of the chamber, ready to go back to his preparation for his plan. A large part of his plan was finally over.

But it was not over yet and he wouldn't give up now either.

"Wei-gongzi, a missive from qinghe arrived for you" said a disciple as he entered the training ground where he was helping the juniors train.

"From qinghe?" Wwx asked a bit surprised and curious. There was only one person in qinghe he really knew.

He left lsz to train with ljy, taking the letter after thanking the disciple who went back to his other duties. He had a curious smile on his lips as he first started to read, before his face dropped to something a bit more serious, frowning slightly now.

His sudden shift in attitude only made the juniors curious too, wondering what could make the man's mood change so quickly.

"Is everything alright?" Lsz asks a bit worried something might have happened.

"Yes, nothing for you to worry about" wwx smiled, the action looking a bit more forced than it should be. He rolled back the missive, putting it in his robe. "It seems I have some things to do now, you will sadly not have my great expertise to train with," he said, Making ljy eyes roll a bit. Lsz could only watch wwx walk away looking a bit troubled and unsure. He went to warn lwj about it, just so someone could keep an eye on wwx.

Yet, when lwj joined wwx back at the jingshi. But all he could catch was wwx destroying a roll with a fire talisman, frowning a bit as he bit his lip.

"Wei ying" he called out to.

Wwx was surprised a bit, turning with a smile on his lips now, ready to joke before he saw how worried lwj seemed to be. "Is something wrong in qinghe?" He asks.

After all, if sect leader nie needed important help he would most likely have asked the sect. Why asking wwx?

"Nothing too bad, nhs just need my help with something, so I'll be heading to the unclean realm for a while" he explain as he was putting some robes in a qianku bag. "Wei ying".

"I think you should be able to stay here, I might need to stay for a while" "wei ying"

"But like I saif it's nothing dangerous, it's simply that it might take a whi-" "wei ying!".

Wwx finally stopped the flow of words when his husband grabbed his wrist, spinning him around to look at him.

He soften a bit, only now seeing how much lwj seemed to worry. It wasn't as if nhs wanted him gone either (at least he doesn't think he did anything to him to do that).

"Lan zhan, do you trust me?" He asks gently.

"Always"

"Then trust me on this one, it will be alright, Nhs simply need my help for something and after that, I will come back." He assured.

"What does he need you for that gusu cannot do?".

Wwx knew what lwj was implying.

What could wwx do that no other sect could help with?

His demonic cultivation obviously.

Wwx would most likely have little money if it was not for lwj letting him spend as much as he wants.

He had no important connection as wwx didn't touch any of the present relations between sects.

He didn't have a sect to send people for help.

He wouldn't be good for doing relationships with other sects.

And mxy body and golden core were still not as strong as what the original wwx had.

So of course it had to be demonic cultivation.

Wwx smiled slightly to him, caressing his cheek with his free hand in what he hoped would be soothing.

"He needs help with... nmj" he finally admitted, wincing a bit at the grip getting stronger around his wrist, as if to make sure he wouldn't suddenly run away.

"It will be bad for you" lwj then said, releasing the pressure a bit after seeing him wince.

He had already convinced wwx to use demonic cultivation less and cultivate more properly like he did in the past (but how does one switch so easily when in their memory they have gone by with DC for many years already?)

Wwx sighed at that, his hand gently going above the one holding him. "He's not asking me to raise and control an army of fierce corps, he just wants me to do what I did with wn" he precise. And honestly, he wasn't sure anymore how he had actually managed to bring back wn. His time on burial mounds was a bit muddy in his mind.

"Then let me come with you" lwj asked.

Wwx wanted to refuse saying it would be alright, but then he felt like lwj would either come join him if it ended up taking too much time or would just follow him.

He sighed again, thinking it over.

Maybe lwj could help too. Sure he wasn't doing any demonic cultivation, but he would probably still find ways to help him. Plus he could help wash away the effect that would surely stay from using demonic cultivation.

"Okay, you can come with me"

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"Nie-zongzhu" wwx saluted when he finally joined the man, the SIC joining back his sect leader.

"Wei-gongzi," he saluted before his eyes travelled to behind wwx, "Hanguang-jun... gui jiangjun" he trailed a bit.

"Nie-zongzhu" politely replied the two men.

He was not surprised by the former presence, but had not necessarily expected for the latter to also be here. "I hope the travel was not too hard" he smiled.

"Everything went well" smiled wwx, before following nhs gaze behind him, "I hope it is not a bother to bring some help, They both insisted on coming along" he added. The missive never said to come alone, but he still made sure to bring as little as possible (ljy and lsz did want to come along too).

"No problem, it is understandable that wei-gongzi might need help" smiled back nhs. Of course, lwj had asked to come, he could also be of good help too. After all, it wasn't really good if wwx lost it again.

Wn asked to come after he (accidentally!) Overheard them talking about it. He had fought against nmj and wanted to make sure nothing would happen to wwx.

After all, lwj could just attack him with bichen and hurt the fierce corps if the whole point was to bring him back. He was there simply to be a more even match against him just in case.

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[sebscore]

you are too sweet, thank you <333 the grid’s delight is such a great au to brainstorm for, i love the series so much!

love the idea of fernando grinning like a maniac and pointing at the villain! maybe if the hero wins someone (a rookie?) says: “but the villain loses at the end, you know…” and fernando replies: “well, but this is real life and not fiction. bad guys like me can win.” everyone stares at him and mentally prays that the war criminal doesn’t go wheel to wheel with them on race day.

a few more headcanons:

to everyone’s shock, lando doesn’t choose an action movie like he said he would, but uploads one of his own ‘films’ with poorly-timed explosions and cheesy effects that show him somehow winning all the races in the season and becoming wdc. gen z driver throws popcorn at him.

gen z driver playing a prank on george. after finding out what film he wants (probably a british one) she edits some lines with his quotes (“crikey!”) and his weird t-pose makes it into several scenes. he laughs so hard he doesn’t stop for thirty minutes.

alex choosing a romantic comedy, but gen z driver terrorising him by whispering “that’s me and lily,” when the lead and romantic interest hug/kiss/make out. when he complains, gen z driver sends him a photoshopped photo of lily and her in wedding dresses at the altar. both of them have a good laugh after that. - seb anon

you are too sweet!! 💞 I started this serious, cause I think at one point in time we have all kind of imagined how it would be like to be friends with the drivers and stuff 🤗

I LOVE THIS ENTIRE CONCEPT 😭😭 fernando just loves being the anti-hero and honestly? good for him. the others would be scared of him, you’re right and they would pray to god that they’re not his next victim 💀

lando, george and aex are such easy targets for the tgd!reader, they don’t even fight back 😭 they just accept all of her antics 😭 (spoiler: “crikey” makes a comeback in the next update tonight 👀)

I knew I could count on my seb girlies to have the best ideas and takes 😌😌

[writeawaythepain]

A Murderer and a Thief (Part 2)

Yancy x (gn!reader)

[Part 1]

tw: mentions a little blood, infirmary

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: With Mark out of commission for the time being, you're stuck in prison. Though maybe you come to realize you don’t hate it here as much as you thought you would.

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You shake his hand, his grip is firm, but gentle. And his lips turn into a huge smile. He pats your shoulder with his other hand in an encouraging gesture, “Alright! Let’s get to work-” But your bonding moment is quickly interrupted by red flashing lights and the sound of an alarm.

You let go of his hand, and you can feel a shiver go down your spine as a small panic sets in your chest, remembering the alarms back from the museum. The alarms that had gotten you into this whole mess in the first place.

The warden, Mr, Murder-Slaughter you think his name is, comes out yelling for someone to turn off the ‘infernal racket.’ “Now a fight hasn’t broken out in Happy Trails Penitentiary in 15 years!” then he turns to your ex-opponent. “And now I hear that you, Yancy, started one.” 

Yancy? So that was theater boy’s name. 

He tries to stutter out a response, his tough guy exterior completely shattered as he looks up at the warden trying to explain himself. “I was just talking to my new friend here! Getting them all situated-”

The warden interrupts him, shouting, “I’ve heard enough! And stop talking like that, you're from Ohio for Christ's sake.” Ohio?! Then why did he talk like-

“But- but Warden I-” Yancy starts, and you start to feel bad for him. He looked like a kicked puppy with the way the Warden was scolding him.

“No buts…Look you're like a son to me.” The warden places a hand on his shoulder.

“A son?” Yancy’s eyes widen.

“But I can't have my prisoners runnin' around causin' a ruckus, now, can I?” The Warden scolds. Yancy frantically shakes his head. You glare at the Warden, how dare he play with Yancy’s emotions like this. For some reason, even though you had just met him, you felt protective over Yancy and his obviously fragile feelings. You could tell he looked up to the Warden, and he just sang about how much he loved living here. So why the fuck was Mr. Murder Slaughter yelling at him?

“You understand, don't you?” He finally says, patting Yancy’s shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Yancy replies, shoulders relaxing in relief.

“I knew you would.” Maybe you had jumped to conclusions about the Warden, maybe he wasn’t actually that bad- 

“Put him in solitary.” That mother fuck-

Without really thinking, you speak up. “Wait, Warden!” his icy glare turns to you, and you can’t help but shrink back a bit. Yancy turns to you as well, a look of confusion and panic on his face.

“I- I mean…” you clear your throat.

“Yes? Speak up.” The Warden urges, and you feel a spike of annoyance that finally gives you the confidence to speak. 

“It takes two to start a fight, doesn’t it? We were just…um…getting to know each other, you now?” Wow, great reasoning, y/n. The Warden looks at you, confusion evident on his face. He looks at Yancy, and then back at you, as if he was deciding something. He seemed to come to some sort of conclusion as he adjusts his jacket and addresses you.

“Well, since you're new here…and are already showing improvement by not letting someone else take the fall for your own actions…I’ll let you have a pass, but-” His voice gets louder, and deadly serious as he looks you straight in the eyes. “-just this once.” Then he nods at Yancy, “Show them to their cell.” When Yancy nods in response, a baffled look on his face, the Warden spins on his heel, and leaves as quickly as he came.

For a moment, everything is still. Then Yancy looks at you, his face a mixture of surprise and confusion. Then he smiles, it’s crooked, but you can tell how genuine it is by the look in his eyes. His starry eyed expression stays on you as he chuckles. “Tanks for that…uh…”

“y/n” You tell him, returning his smile. 

“Youse- you didn’t have ta-” But you shake your head.

“Nah, I shouldn’t have been an ass about rejecting your offer. Especially after such a dazzling performance~” You wink at him in a teasing manner, but you swear you see his cheeks become a shade pinker. He scratches the back of his neck, and chuckles to hide his embarrassment. Was this really the same guy from a couple of minutes ago? Seeing him all blushy and awkward just made you more interested in this, Yancy, from Ohio.

Looking at his face again, your smile falls. You’d given him a black eye, and he was bleeding from a few places where you had busted him up. “I’m really sorry about the-” you point at his face gingerly. He just laughs.

“Yea, youse got me good. You’d definitely fit in round here…but a promise ‘s a promise.” 

“Well…I mean I can’t leave without Mark.” You certainly weren’t in any rush to leave now. The outside world wasn’t going anywhere, and this place suddenly didn’t seem as boring as it had a few moments before.

“Oh, youse mean that nimrod youse came in with?” You chuckle.

“Yea, that nimrod. Do you know where he could be?” Yancy made a face when he saw how concerned you looked for this other guy.

“Yea, Infermy…probably…” He avoided eye contact with you as he answered, and started making his way out of the room. You followed behind, a smirk playing at your lips. Was someone jealous already?

“Perfect, then we can get you all patched up too!” You exclaimed. And the blush on his face was back. You could tell he was trying to hide it, but his cheeks were definitely pink.

The walk to the infirmary wasn’t long, and as soon as you saw the label on the door, you rushed in, pulling on Yancy’s arm lightly, so he would follow.

You scan the room, and your heart drops as you see Mark in one of the beds. He was bandaged up almost head to toe, with one of his arms and one of his legs strung up in a cast. You make your way over to him, relaxing a little when you see his eyes are open. 

He’s trying his best to reach a straw and drink from a juice box they have set up for him on a table, but every time he went for it, he just pushed the straw further away. You chuckle lightly at the sight, and pick up the drink to help him, guiding the straw to his lips.

He smiles as he takes a drink, looking up at you. “Hi~ What took you so long?!” You roll your eyes.

“I was too busy trying to make a, not, so stupid plan. And…I got us some help.” You gesture to Yancy who shuffles awkwardly now that the attention was on him. You find that funny, when earlier he seemed to be so confident under a spotlight. “Yancy, Mark. Mark, Yancy.”

Yancy gives an awkward, half-wave. “Uh… hi.” Mark glares at him for a second, looking him up and down. He turns to you, and you give him a little nod. That’s all the confirmation he needs, as he turns back to Yancy with a warm smile.

“Glad to have you on our side. I’d wave back…if, you know, I could move my arms.” Yancy’s posture shifts into a more confident one as he chuckles.

“Hey, it’s youse own fault for messin’ with Jimmy.” Yancy scolds, but there's a hint of a smile playing at his lips. You grin, glad that they were starting to get along.

You lean a little closer to Mark in case anyone else was listening. “He’ll help us get out of here, but you just focus on getting better for now, ok?” Mark just nods, wincing in pain and instantly regretting making any sort of movement. You hear Yancy snort, and you shoot him a look. You get up and turn towards him. “Ok, smart-ass, where are the bandages so I can patch up the injuries I gave you.” Yancy instantly flushes in embarrassment as Mark's eyes widen.

“You, did that to him?” He laughs, trying not to wince as he does. Yancy stutters but can’t formulate a response as you go to find someone to ask for bandages.

“They’re- they’re tougher than theys look.” Yancy finally stumbles out. Mark chuckles softly.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You return, and move Yancy, so he can sit down on the edge of a bed as you start to clean up his face. Mark eyes the both of you, but for once in his life, stays silent.

“I can do this myselfs you know? I’m fine.” You just hum as you put some antiseptic on a swab.

“This might sting a bit.” You tell him as you press the swab to a cut on his face, and he tries to hold back a wince. You clean up the cuts, and cover the bigger ones with bandages, being as careful and gentle as you can. Your thumb brushes against his busted lip, as you test to see if it was still bleeding, and Yancy’s face lights up bright red. You’re too focused on getting some more antiseptic on a cloth to clean off the blood to notice, but when you look back at him, his face was turned away from you.

“Look at me,” You state. His eyes widen, but he complies. “How am I supposed to clean your face if you keep moving it!” You laugh, gently holding his face as you clean off the rest of the blood. He smiles, still avoiding direct eye contact in his absolutely flustered state. Right before he feels like he’s going to pass out with how fast his heart is beating, you lean back. “Ok, now your hands.” You get up to find some medical tape, and leave Yancy with Mark. 

Yancy’s face is still a dark red, and his attention snaps to Mark when he hears him laugh. “Theys do know what theys doin’ right?!” Yancy asks, but Mark just laughs harder. “Youse are not telling me that wasn’ on purpose.” Yancy shakes his head, bringing his hands to his cheeks in an attempt to calm them down. 

“They, are, completely clueless-” Mark tells him, rolling his eyes. “But, I think they really do like you…This is a threat, by the way. You hurt them, and as soon as I get better, you’ll be taking my spot on this hospital bed.” Mark says it with a smile, but his eyes are completely serious.

Yancy just chuckles, “Not that’d I’d ever dream of it, big guy, but, I think theys can handle themselfs just fine.” 

“Damn right, I can-” You walk in, hands full of more medical supplies. “What are we talking about?”

“Nothing!” Both Mark and Yancy shout out a little louder than they meant to. You just give them a weird look and go back to bandaging Yancy’s busted up knuckles. You start to do your own, but a hand gently grabs the bandage.

“Let me, least I can do.” You freeze at Yancy’s soft tone, and slowly drop your hand as he delicately starts wrapping your own bleeding knuckles. His fingers are calloused, but his movements are precise and practiced. You feel your cheeks warm up a bit, finally understanding why Yancy’s face was bright red a few moments ago. “There.” He finishes, patting your hand gently, before letting go.

“Oh my god- get a room already!” Mark teases, reminding the both of you that he was still there. You scowl at him.

“Fine! Yancy was going to show me to my cell anyway~” You smirk as Mark rolls his eyes. Yancy just stands there, increasingly confused and flustered.

“What-” Is all he’s able to say until you start to walk out of the infirmary, waving a hand goodbye at Mark behind you. Yancy speed-walks to catch up to you.

“Sorry.” You laugh at his confused face. “It’s just the way we joke around. We didn’t make you uncomfortable, did we?” Yancy shakes his head.

“No, no it’s fine.” He chuckles, “But uh- where you goin’ dollface?” You stop in your tracks, realizing you had just picked a random direction to walk towards, without actually knowing where anything was.

“No idea.” You laugh, as Yancy gently grabs your shoulders from behind to rotate you in the direction towards the cells.

“This way to youses chambers, youse majesty.” He says, extending an arm to gesture the way. You laugh as you shrug him off.

“Lead the way.” You reply, and, he does.

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[Masterlist]

[waywardstraysau]

The First Morning

By: Mod Nightmare

The boys let their situation sink in, and plan a course of action to get back to the school.

Accompanied with the three-way gay/bi panic that is sharing a quasi-domestic living space for the foreseeable future

……….

Edric was used to sharing a bed with Hunter back at the school.

Was it nerve wracking? Yes. Titan only knew the amount of near heart attacks the greenette had waking up in the morning with the small male curled up on top of him. However, watching the violette lazily awaken in the mid morning light, usually accompanied by a big yawn that displayed an adorable tooth gap, made the near misses quite worth the trouble. 

The addition of Jack didn’t present any new problems, at least that night, the redhead being a rather sound, still sleeper.

However, it did bring a new perk to the table.

“You fucking asshole” Jack hissed quietly as Edric ran his fingers through Hunter’s fluffy hair, the Violette having curled up on top of the redhead during the night. “At least help me out! What am I supposed to do?”

“Well, you can either wake him up now and deal with him being cranky” Edric hummed, moving to brush Jack’s soft bangs out of his eyes. “Or, let him wake up on his own. I’d recommend the second option from personal experience”

“Are you serious!? Theres a lot of shit I need to get started on if we want to get home within the next two months, at the earliest!” Jack whisper-shouted, scowling with a bit of a blush as Edric simply moved on to running his fingers through the boy genius’ hair. It was rather messy from a good nights sleep, so it made the other boy appear even more flustered.

Cute.

“Well, if getting back is gonna take a while regardless, then there’s no point in rushing the process” the greenette reasoned, pushing the redheads bangs back again with a little more scrutiny. “Theres other things to focus on in the meantime. For example, we’re gonna need to track down some decent hair-dye, not to mention figure out the whole food situation”

“We could be stuck here forever, and your immediate concern is my dye job” The faux redhead deadpanned, eyebrow twitching as the greenette chuckled, finally withdrawing his hand. 

“It was you who told me you’d prefer choking over ending up having to go back to being ginger” Edric replied, moving to sit up more properly in bed as he checked the clock. “Besides, Hunter is an early riser, soon enough he’ll be up long before we are”

“Why can’t it be today though?” Jack whined, before he went beet red as Hunter shifted a bit in his sleep, his consistent purr rising in volume. “What’s with the purring???”

“It’s a witch thing, he’s happy” Edric hummed, relaxing his back against the headboard as he watched Hunter tighten his arms around the redheads upper torso. “Although, yesterday was certainly the first time I’ve heard him purr so audibly when conscious”

“Thats… really weird”

“It’s only weird because you don’t do it” Edric replied, summoning his glasses and a book he’d checked out from the library before the whole disaster took place. “Just, relax, Hunter will be up soon enough, and he won’t say anything about this”

“Just how often does he-“

“No idea, he’s usually up long before me” Edric cut off the inquiry, putting his glasses on and opening his book to where he’d left off. “Let him sleep, he needs it”

……………

“Alright, Jack, you have the floor” Hunter hummed as Jack settled down at the lab table, spreading out the blueprints he’d managed to salvage from his previous attempts to return home. “What’s our game plan for getting home? I assume you were making attempts when Wuya first left you here”

“You assume correctly” Jack replied, a little flattered by how well the violette knew him. “That’s probably the only good news I have in that regard, though”

“Whats the bad news?” Edric asked as Jack flattened out the creases of the old paper, some small aspects having worn a bit or become illegible due to exposure and having been written hastily in pencil. 

“Well, this is the closest I got in attempts to design the portal we’d need” He huffed, glaring at the half-concepted mess on the paper. “Not only that, but since this world essentially lives off the magic that flows through it, electricity is completely useless as a power source for a portal out”

“So we just need a source of raw magic?” Hunter asked, and at Jack’s affirmation, he reached into his jacket and produced a scroll made of ink tablets, sliding it across the table. “Problem solved then, this relic has enough magic to trap Sun Wukong himself, so powering a gateway would, theoretically, be child’s play. Just… don’t touch it bare-handed. It gives humans horrifying hallucinations”

“What is that?” Edric questioned as Jack picked the scroll up with his palms, giving it a close visual examination. Deciding it was worth testing, he turned toward an old magic reader to see if the artifact was compatible with the magic needed. “Actually, better question, where did you keep that? Between your tits!?”

“No! I have a pocket sewn on the inside of my hoodie for it” Hunter defended, and whatever he said next was blocked out by Jack focusing on the readout his scanner had just returned. Translating technobabble from magical output was an achievement he was rather proud of.

“Bad news, this thing is incompatible” The redhead announced, cutting off the flustered conversation that had been going on behind him. Careful to not let his bare fingers touch the artifact, Jack returned the scroll to the table, sliding it back in Hunter’s direction. “If we tried to use that as a power source, it’d be much more likely to tear this reality apart than open a portal back home”

“WHAT!? Hunter, why would you be carrying something like that around!?” Edric shrieked as the violette tucked the scroll back into his hoodie, jumping away from the other witch like he was diseased. 

“Because it’s only dangerous if some idiot other than me tried to use it” the smaller boy replied, patting his chest where the scroll had been stored. “I repurposed it’s magic to my own end, a final gambit of sorts should I ever be backed into a corner”

“What the hell kind of-?“

“Instead of exploring whatever unspeakable horrors that thing could possibly unleash, can we please get back to the topic at hand?” Jack interrupted, making the greenette pout a bit as he sat back down. “Thank you. Now, does anyone else have any exceptionally magical artifacts I should know about?”

“No” Two voices, one answer.

“Then it looks like we’re gonna have to power this thing as I had originally planned” Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he pressed a button to activate the hologram projector in the table. “With the Shen Gong Wu. And all the shit that comes along with claiming them”

“Pfft, is that all?” Hunter cackled, leaning forward to poke at a holographic projection of the Xiaolin Temple. “Just point me in the direction of the vault here, and we’ll be back home before you even have to start fixing that entrance”

“Hunter, that won’t accomplish anything other than alerting the monks to our presence, which I would like to avoid for as long as possible” Jack argued, pulling up a holographic replica of the monks vault. “You have to actually open the door in order to access any Wu inside, and that is a painfully difficult and loud process, making discreet espionage almost impossible”

“Yet you managed to steal shit from them more than once?” Edric, with some skepticism. 

“They were distracted and I was lucky, but not the point” Jack replied, before pulling up a list he’d programmed a long time ago. “Now, I don’t know if some of the unclaimed Wu I was told about have been recovered just yet, but considering how often new artifacts reveal themselves, there should be plenty of opportunities to legitimately claim enough of em’ to power the portal, at least within the next couple of months”

“Well, we can certainly shorten this timeframe, right? I mean, if we just had one, we can start challenging the monks to Showdowns” Hunter mused, eyeing the school bag hung on the chair next to Jack. 

“Don’t even think about it, the Monkey Staff is off limits, both for powering the portal and wagering in Showdowns” The teen genius sniped, snatching the bag off its temporary perch and holding it close. “I’ve lost it more times than I’m comfortable with already”

“Calm down, it was only a suggestion” the violette replied, holding his hands up as a sign of surrender. “I can wait for a Wu to reveal itself naturally, alright?”

“You better” Jack almost hissed, hugging the bag protectively. 

“Okay, you can chill out Golem” Edric interrupted, snatching the bag away from the redhead and pulling out the Monkey Staff, careful to not touch it with his bare hand. “If you’re gonna go all “My Precious” with your stick, then you need to leave the rest of our shit out of it”

“You’d understand why I like this thing so much if you were man enough to try it out” Jack argued, accepting the staff with a bit of a sly smirk. “Just ask Hunter, monkey tail’s are awesome”

……………..

Hunter would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to what the next few months had in store. 

He was back out in the hidden grove next to the entrance of the base, having just put away a week’s worth of groceries in the kitchen. The nearby village had great deals on tofu and other traditionally Chinese ingredients, being primarily a farming community, and the violette couldn’t be more thankful for Pigsy’s tutelage, for he was now well versed in making healthy Chinese cuisine.  

However, the true root of his optimism came from the opportunity this world provided. 

The opportunity for revenge.

He’d heard all of Jack’s stories, knew how his friend had been tormented by both the monks and his so-called “allies”. It had the violettes blood boiling, enough that he’d made use of the “freakout room” more than once to calm down. 

Now, though, Jack’s tormentors were in reach. 

It was now just a matter of patience, wether it be out in the field or right at the door, they were bound to cross paths with the monks, or even Wuya alone with some luck. It was a guarantee with their goals so intimately aligned, and Hunter was eager for some vengeance. 

All he had to do was wait. 

So, he’d retrieved his current palisman carving project, and took advantage of the quiet grove just outside the door to make some progress. Sure, he was using up the last of his limited supply of palistrom wood, and Buddha only knew when he’d be able to quietly pilfer more from Terra’s personal garden, but he’d already made up his mind about what this particular hunk was going to be, and who for, even if it meant Luz would have to wait even longer for her own palisman. 

The hunk’s shade of grey was just too perfect of a match not to, anyway. 

Overall, the project he’d undertaken was rather ambitious, carving a Crimson Glow Valstrax down to the smallest detail being a challenge in of itself. However, considering who the palisman was meant for, Hunter had chosen to carve aforementioned Elder Dragon with its wings risen in a protective stance, giving it the appearance of an ornate spearhead to the uninformed eye. 

Getting its face right from behind those wings had been a bitch and a half, but thankfully, Hunter had successfully overcome the hurdle, and now the fun part of detailing and sculpting was upon him. A welcome distraction from the wait he’d have to endure.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished.