#and erm... mother found out

[dixidin]

I made some Arthur from the hit podcast malevolent for Valentine's day. send tweet

@wam-my heyyy best frienddd, you'll never guess what I did

[justablah56]

Just out of curiosity, how old were you when you watched your first R rated movie?

erm. 16? I think? 17? if I saw one before that then I wasn't aware of it.

[bitual]

first week of uni overr

[ilium-ilia]

calyptra thalictri

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | "single mom" au | masterlist

5: veil

tw: medical talk, morning sickness, light drugging, non-con

The only food your stomach allows you to keep down these days is buttered pasta—this child (this creature) allows nothing else. 

A large pot of penne boils in front of you, pasta dancing through the turbulent water, swirling as if enticing you to join for a bath. To stick your hand into the superheated liquid, to allow it to gnaw your skin off to the very bone. Instead, you stand and stare at it, arms crossed and eyes heavy as the timer on the stove slowly counts down. 

Morning sickness has been a mighty beast to overcome these last few weeks, though you’ve come to the painful realization that it does not plague you only in the morning like the name would suggest. It’s in the afternoon while you’re at the office when your co-worker walks by you, cologne thick and heavy on their skin, tainting your nose, forcing your stomach to clench and thrash. It’s in the evening when you crave a treat so fervently that your body decides the only good option is to overturn the lunch you hardly choked down in the first place. It’s in the middle of the night when you rouse yourself for a glass of water, only to choke on rancid, unforgiving bile.

You’re not gaining enough weight, your obstetrician says. Far behind the curve—she tells you to eat more. You need more protein, more fibre, more fats; more of everything. Choke it down. Keep it down. Everything you do now is for the baby. For this child. Never for yourself. Never your own health. An incubator, a carrier, a mother by proxy but not by desire. 

You want to tell her that she should live with something growing inside of her—something ripping her apart from the inside out—and see how she fares with such a monumental task. 

Once your pasta has made it to the halfway mark, you sigh and retrieve your kettle. The warped iron dully reflects your disappointed gaze as you fill it at the sink. You place it on the other burner to boil, ready to indulge in your sleepy time tea to knock yourself out after a long day of office bureaucracy and shrouded misogynistic insults. Everyone at work has put two and two together—you’re unwed, you do not speak of any man; simply, you are a sinner. A harlot. Something to scorn. Their whispers bleed through the walls louder than they know. 

A knock sounds at the door. 

Though you are not surprised to hear the blunt percussive melody, you realize you’re not used to it. The way it reverberates through the wood. How sharp it cracks through the air. Humming, you place your stirring soon on the counter before shuffling to the front door, not bothering to look to see who it is when you open it. 

Simon stands on the other side, and he’s just as tall and broad as you remember him being from yesterday. Your car park helper, who loaded your bags into your car and slipped his number into your hand before you could even comprehend the scribbling. His dark eyes flicker to your stomach as you give him a gauche smile, hand still resting on the knob like you’re considering slamming the door in his face and holing up inside your quaint burrow. 

“Hi,” you greet, spine stiffer than a board. “Erm… come on in. I’ve got your stuff here in the kitchen.” 

Head bowed low as if begging for forgiveness in anticipation, you lead Simon into your home as he wordlessly follows behind you. Simon’s items—that had peculiarly found themselves hidden among your groceries—sit in a bag on the counter. You begin to rummage through the items, listing off each thing that you found no belonging to you, but you find your tongue tripping on your words at the looming presence behind you. 

He is a strange man, you realize. Truly strange. Selfless enough to assist you—a stranger—yet so quiet. A gargantuan boulder made of scar tissue and crooked bone, he seems more animal than he does man. Roughened by the wilderness. Fond of the freedom that lies beyond human shackles. Beyond human skin. 

“This ought to be all of it,” you say, tapping the counter. “At least, it was the stuff that I didn’t recognize being mine, but if you-” 

Words catch in your throat when you turn back around to face Simon and find him bent over your stove, spoon in hand, stirring your pasta. The timer goes off, and he shuts it off like he’s done it a million times previously before he kills the burner. You swallow, and your anticipation feels thick in your throat. 

“Oh, Simon, you don’t have to do that.” Your polite tone smothers the confusion you feel you ought to spit at him—a snappy what the hell are you doing? 

“Take a seat.” It’s the first thing he’s said to you since he’s entered your home, and yet he sounds like the host instead of the guest. His edict is firm, and leaves no room for argument. 

Stiff, you waddle over to the living room before sinking down into the sofa. With your flat being too small to house a proper dining room table, you’ve always eaten here, sitting in front of the TV and trying to use it to drown out the lonely silence that’s haunted these walls since you first moved in. Now, there is company to be had here, yet your mind reels as you listen to Simon in the kitchen, flat suddenly haunted by an unknown entity—a large creature with one of the most gentle touches you’ve ever seen. 

The kettle cries, boiling water is poured, china clinks as pasta is mixed—Simon prepares everything the way you had it laid out and presents it to you in the living room when he’s finished. Your gratitude leaves your lips numb as you place your plate in your lap and stare at the meal as he plops himself next to you. 

His weight is heavy on the couch, body sinking into the cushion, threatening to lure you into the gravity of him as he leans forward and places your tea on the coffee table. Simon’s hands are empty, void of any meal for himself, and you find yourself anxiously poking at your penne with the prongs of your fork. 

“How’s your mornin’ sickness?” he asks.

It’s an odd question to hear coming from a man like him, legitimate concern lacing his tone as if he has skin in this wretched game. Avoiding eye contact, you pierce a piece of penne onto your fork before inspecting it. You try to force yourself to focus on anything but Simon. 

“It’s alright,” you murmur. “The medicine helps some but it’s still… not great.” 

You’re transported back to the car park when you first met Simon—large hand obscuring your medicine, his eerie chime about which one he prefers more, his refusal to stand by and let you do anything on your own. Even now you feel the weight of his attention on you, meticulously cutting you apart as he waits for you to eat. There is little reprieve to be found when you finally force something down your throat, but the change in discomfort manifests as a pit in your stomach; angry muscles churn, esophagus expanding, ready to expel. 

“Did you find all your items in your bag? I didn’t miss anything, did I?” you question, anxious to get the attention off of you and onto something else. 

He hums, dark like the amber shade of aged whiskey. “Yeah. All there.” 

“Good.” Sharp. Short. To the point. You swallow. “Must have gotten mixed into mine when you helped me the other day.” 

“Must’ve.” 

You give up on the small talk after his blunt responses prove to be never-ending, and instead focus on eating your meal as quickly as possible. Each time your stomach begins to twist in protest, you reach for your tea and desperately sip away at the liquid, praying that the warmth will urge your abdomen into submission. The nausea is still there, puttering around in your stomach like an unwelcome guest, but now it’s coupled with the weight of slumber that so desperately attempts to pull you into its grasp. 

The room spins. Suddenly stricken with prostration, you find your lungs expelling the last bit of air they hold as you blink away the fog obscuring your vision, only for it to return a moment later. You try to focus on something. Anything. The gossamer sheen of butter that collects in the ridges of your penne, the small bend in the prong of your fork—

—the thick fingers reaching out to grab your plate. 

“Finished?” Simon asks. 

You swallow down the briny aftertaste lingering on your tongue as you allow him to take your plate and place it on the coffee table. Nodding, you swipe at your brow—there is no perspiration, but the thudding of your heart leads you to believe there should be. 

“Yes. I-I—Simon—thank you. Sincerely. But I’m not feeling well. I think it might be best if you-” 

“You should lay down,” Simon interjects, cutting off your fuzzy thoughts from ever leaving the cavern of your mouth. 

A rebuttal bubbles up in the back of your throat the same time your dinner does. Bile and acid sear your vocal cords, fraying them, pulling them too taut to speak. Wordlessly, you watch Simon stand before you with his hand extended and reaching for yours, and though you know you should recoil, you find yourself too dazed to really care that he grabs you and pulls you to your feet. 

Each step toward your bedroom feels like a marathon. Muscles too tight yet unforgivingly malleable, knees nearly buckling, feet swelling and throbbing. Simon aids you in laying down, going as far as to pull the covers up over your melting body. Vision shrouded with your impending repose, you watch him—fingers gripping the blanket, tucking you in, knees colliding with the floor, hand now rubbing against the fat on your cheek—

—his eyes. They’re dark. Voids holding the absence of light and soul. They widen as he looks at you. Fear cuts through your chest as you think they might swallow you whole. Solicitude plagues you as your mind questions why you recognize them. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice hardly reaches a susurrus. It whistles between your teeth and along the tip of your tongue as his warmth bleeds into your skin. “Why are you… taking care of me?” 

“Because it’s what’s right.” 

Simon speaks it like an oath—a prophecy unfolding before his very eyes as he beholds you, calloused hands and all. He sees the confusion flicker across your face like a dying bulb, and his lips nearly quirk into a smile. One day, you’ll understand it as he does. This wretched gift of creation. 

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he swears. “Both of you.” 

You’re too far gone to hear it. Mind drowning beneath the waves of nothingness and contorted dreams. Chest rising and falling, eyes fluttering beneath their lids—he watches you. His gaze rakes over your body just like his hands have done so many times in the past, floating over the curve of your breasts until he’s met with the swelling of your stomach. 

His. Both you, and this child. 

Wandering palms traverse from your face to your stomach. He presses. Feels the way your skin stretches around your growing womb, feels the warmth of creation beneath his very fingertips, feels the fluttering in his chest. Simon Riley feels alive. More alive than a gun in his hand could ever instill in him. 

Ardor suddenly swelling in the rotten cavern of his ribcage, he presses his lips to yours. It’s the first time he’s gotten to taste you without the barrier of a mask in the way—unadulterated, and true. You’re just as soft as he imagined you’d be, and when he pulls away, he finds that he can’t wander too far before he speaks again. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, Angel. You, and my child.”

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[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Butcher X G/N Teacher Reader

Trigger warnings! Yandere behaviour, Violence, Someone tries to touch the reader, a tad of stalking socials,This is all fictional! I don't condone toxic behaviour!

Now what a bizarre pairing, I feel like I should give some context lmao. Now shall we indulge in this fantasy?

🫀Yandere Butcher who divorced his ex wife two years before meeting you, After the divorce it was just Him and his son.

🫀I cannot explain why but Yandere Butcher's son is very alternative. Which there's nothing wrong with that! But wearing studded bracelets and battle jackets (I've also seen the called battle vests so if one is more commonly used let me know -Jay) into school meant Yandere Butcher gets called a lot.

🫀Yandere Butcher who was expecting the same old moody tutor ,not you...

🫀Yandere Butcher who is massive, I'm talking 6'4, Covered in tattoos from his early adulthood and a man bun that a hair tie is clinging on to dear life trying to keep up. That makes it very intimidating for you to explain the issues.

"Erm...Mr-" you start but Yandere Butcher cuts you off. "Listen. Cut the official stuff. Call me Isaiah,yeah? I'm getting called here more times then I'm selling turkey's at Christmas. What did he wear this time? The 'kill all cops' top? Or that bloody devil necklace?" You're a bit surprised. His thick southern accent was attractive if you allowed yourself to be honest for a second.

"It was just a bit of eyeliner. I'm going to be honest from the other teachers experiences it's not that bad but I have to report it." You say craning your neck up to look up at him. "I'm not trying to be rude but... couldn't you of just called, emailed even?" He said fixing his posture. "If it was just that then yes. I erm... wanted to ask about you. If that's okay?"

🫀Yandere Butcher who was stunned.

"About me?" He tilts his head. "I'm aware you're a single parent, I'm not judging! I was just wondering if you needed any extra support? Your son can be...erm difficult? To say the least. If you ever need a break I know a great child minder!"

🫀 Yandere Butcher was even more stunned! You cared? Nobody really cared that much about him. He was just Isaiah, the grumpy butcher, the divorce dad or the guy you wanted on your team on quiz night at the pub. Everyone assumed he was fine, that he was a 'real man'.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Yandere Butcher who had to wait till he was in his truck to allow himself to smile

🫀 Yandere Butcher who dug up anything and everything he could about you online. Yandere Butcher that was ecstatic when he found out you were single.

🫀 Yandere Butcher who made his kid work at the butchers at the weekend if he misbehaved in your class. His son never saw him care so much about anyone like the apart from him and his mother. (an till she was found in another man's bed)

🫀 Yandere Butcher who was at the pub on Friday night while his son was at a sleepover. Beer in hand, he talked to the locals about nothing and everything. He would never admit it but it was always a highlight of his week.

🫀Yandere Butcher who almost chocked when he saw you come into the pub. You were in casual clothes with a few friends and you looked utterly adorable to him.

🫀Yandere Butcher who clocked and grabbed some random guys hand before he could try and touch you. The stranger got kicked out for his actions and the locals asked if you were okay.

🫀Yandere Butcher who was surprised when you hugged him. "Thank you!" You cheered, a faint smell of alcohol was on your breath.

🫀Yandere Butcher who let you sleep on his couch that night. He sat on a chair near by and watched you sleep. You figure raising and falling,you were so fragile, so sweet.

🫀 Yandere Butcher who is way more aware of plant based diets then people would give him credit for so made you a fruit salad for breakfast. Strawberries, blueberries and more fruits just as sweet as you!

You were so embarrassed. "Please forgive me,I promise I usually don't drink so much." You say pushing the fruit around your bowl. " Don't worry, you were stressed that night." He said crouching down to your level, you noticed his eye bugs. "I didn't keep you up ,did I?" You say with a pouty lip. "What? No. I never sleep when my kids are doing god knows what at a sleepover. You've seen how they are in school, imagine what they do when they don't have you to keep them in line." He said while putting a hand on your shoulder. You smile a little a faint blush on your checks.

What you didn't know is as you slept Yandere Butcher shoved that pig who tried to touch you in his massive meat freezer that was getting cleaned. "You wanna act like a pig? I'll fucking cut you like one" by the time he visited the freezer again, he needed a black bag, saw and some bleach. He wasn't worried about getting caught because his most important people where at school. His little troublemaker being taught by his angel.

Two Fics in one day!? The world's gone mad! Lmao I hope posting twice doesn't ruin any engagement because I'm quite proud of this one! I must admit my art blocks been quite bad so if anyone wants me to attempt to draw my oc's please vote! (Yeah I didn't do this....GULP- Jay from the future)

[lateatnewyork]

THEY'RE BOTH HOMEWRECKERS... FOR EACH OTHER? 001

jude bellingham x wolff!reader

summary: jude reveals in an interview that he has a crush on model y/n wolff, and now has the entire f1 grid coming after him.

extra information:

fc: rashan mh

justyn

liked by judebellingham, dualipa and 589,325 others in italy for the gp 🏎️ 🇮🇹 !! view comments

gigihadid i miss u alreadyy ➥ justyn i’ll be back soonnnn sabrinacarpenter so pretty !! ➥ justyn says u user09 whats jude doing in the likes ➥ user08 he said he had a crush on her in his latest interview 😭 susiewolff komm bald nach hause, dein vater macht uns verrückt ➥ justyn 😭 hearts4yn jude back off judebellingham 😻 liked by creator ➥ alexalbon nah thats crazy user45 why does bro get everything charlesleclerc who is jude ➥ lewishamilton fr ➥ carlossainz no way ➥ justyn ...

judebellingham

liked by justyn, jobebellingham and 608,382 others italy 😎 view comments

user09 jude soft launching was not on my 2024 bingo card judeloml NOOOO HE HAS A GF georgerussell if he has a gf why is he coming after yn ➥ just.yn george... bukayosaka editing skills go crazy jobebellingham ur not slick justyn 😍 ➥ rbrmylove nah yn he has a gf ➥ user65 shes such a homewrecker sabrinacarpenter oh! ➥ judebellingham stop bullying me 😓 gracieabrams no way she took u over me carmenmundt ship! alexanderasaintmleux cuties ➥ charlesleclerc alex you know about this user45 why is the whole grid and their mothers in jude's comments?? ➥ averagejudelover my concerns exactly katiekane tell her i wanna see her ➥ judebellingham will do

justyn

liked by meganpickford, anokyai and 928,728 others to summarise: me looking at him, me wondering why my dad's yelling so much, me hiding him from everyone view comments

alexanderasaintmleux come by sometime with him! ➥ justyn gimme a time and place lilymhe tell him i was here first ➥ justyn if u tell alex that first ➥ alexalbon YOU MET HER COS OF ME? oscarpiastri i wonder who that is ➥ georgerussell WHAT DO YOU KNOW ➥ lewishamilton oscar... ➥ carlossainz oscar jack piastri ➥ charlesleclerc we wont hurt him ➥ fernandoalonso just tell us ➥ totowolff OSCAR TELL ME RIGHT NOW susiewolff pretty baby ➥ justyn love you maman sabrinacarpenter holy moly ➥ justyn me to u carmenmundt wowowo ➥ justyn says you paigemilian whens the wedding ➥ justyn whenever u want bby ➥ raheemstirling YOURE LITERALLY ENGAGED TO ME?

justyn

liked by jobebellingham, susiewolff and 739,542 others middle pic is my dad when he realises im soft launching 🤐 view comments

landonorris stop being horny on main ➥ georgerussell what ➥ lewishamilton ^ ➥ charlesleclerc ^ ➥ alexalbon ^ ➥ yukitsunoda ^ ➥ carlossainz ^ ➥ maxverstappen ^ user09 ok theyre actually kinda cute alexanderasaintmleux scared for him when they find out ➥ justyn same 😭 sabrinacarpenter that should be me victoriabeckham tell your mum i said hi ➥ justyn will do 🫡 lilymhe hes gonna get even more beat up now 😭 ➥ justyn oopsies ynmylove if theyre this cute how am i meant to be mad

footballwagsofficial

liked by oscarpiastri, jobebellingham and 597,482 others two new photos of jude bellingham and yn wolff have been leaked providing further proof for yn to be the unknown wag on katiekane 's instagram page. the pair have been soft launching partners since early march, with photos that look a lot like each other. they were seen together after todays grand prix in imola in a small restaurant. view comments

georgerussell theres no way totowolff what. lewishamilton oh maxverstappen well yn is done for alexalbon what the hell ➥ alexalbon lowk scared for jude tho rbrmylove it looks like the grid didn't know either 😭 ➥ oscarpiastri erm actually 🤓 ➥ logansargeant we did ➥ landonorris ^ ➥ charlesleclerc NO WAY YN TRUSTED U GUYS

judebellingham

liked by justyn, susiewolff and 832,684 others my girl justyn view comments

justyn I LOVE YOUU ➥ judebellingham ME TOO alexalbon THERES NO WAY A WAG PAGE FOUND OUT BEFORE ME ➥ jobebellingham what im saying ➥ maxverstappen fr ➥ georgerussell tryna figure that out ➥ lewishamilton no cos what ➥ charlesleclerc i cant believe it ➥ carlossainz like ➥ oscarpiastri cant relate ➥ logansargeant same ➥ landonorris yn just doesn't trust you susiewolff you both are so cute liked by creator sabrinacarpenter give her backk ➥ judebellingham no tyla tell ur gf i want her ➥ judebellingham what no ➥ justyn I WANT YOU TOO

justyn

liked by judebellingham, denisebellingham and 890,399 others my boy judebellingham view comments

judebellingham i love you pretty girl ➥ justyn i love you too pretty boy denisebellingham now we can have family dinners ➥ susiewolff finally! totowolff i'm not mad ➥ justyn really papa? ➥ totowolff i just wished you had told me ➥ justyn i thought you would overreact like you did with jake ➥ judebellingham hold up whos jake oscarpiastri feels so good not to lie anymore ➥ justyn blah blah sabrinacarpenter come back to meee ➥ justyn bet gracieabrams leave him. ➥ justyn ok! dualipa cuties victoriabeckham favourite couple paigemilian adorable alexanderasaintmleux 💗 lilymhe nooooooooo ➥ lilymhe im kidding you guys are so cute

a/n saw someone say they love the jude x f1 crossovers so i did another one lemme know if u like

[archivernon]

THE MAN WHO CAN'T BE MOVED.

SYPNOSIS: jeon wonwoo's a childhood friend who was crushing on you before and would always gift you handwritten letters on special occasions, not until you had to move away and you've never heard from him since then.

wc: 1.390

notes: slight angst, fluff at the end, nonidol!wonwoo x fem reader. edit: i made this february 10, 2024 and it's erm... a year later, it's been a year dad /ref. i've forgotten i even had an account, haha a lot of things changed. i might write for another fandom

"happy birthday y/n!" cheered wonwoo, his hands shaking from what seems to be his anxiety as if you won't accept his gift yet he excused it as his tremors. "i hope you... like it." wonwoo's gift was stored in a small pink paper bag, peeking from the inside is a folded paper, curious your immediate instinct is to grab it. "wait! i want you to read it later." he smiled cheekily, hands fidgeting behind his back.

wonwoo has always been someone who would gift you handwritten letters, no matter the occasion—most of the time it's just when he wants to thank me for something. "thanks! i'll open them later."

"call me when you open it..." his sentence got cut off by your mother, calling from the kitchen that it's time to cut the cake. "nevermind, shall we?" he took your hand and led you into the kitchen.

"there's the birthday girl! thank you for keeping her company wonwoo." your mother smiled, hands occupied by the lighter to light the cake and sing you a happy birthday. "it's my pleasure ms. y/m/n."

after a few rounds of singing, it was finally time to blow the candles. "make a wish." wonwoo whispered, anticipating on your wish debating if you would say it out loud or not, hands fisting the table cloth. you closed your eyes, taking in the quiet and the eigengrau engulfing your sight. you thought for a second, a smile creeping up on your face before blowing softly of the candle, the smoke rising as the fire dies down.

'i wish for me and wonwoo to grow old together.'

"what?!" wonwoo almost yelled, his face was crestfallen, almost as if you'd suppose that a loved one of his died.

"mommy just told me yesterday night. i tried calling... but your mother told me you were asleep and she'd deliver the message to you once you wake up."

his hands fisted together, anger and disappointment was lacing around his head. he was disappointed that his mother didn't wake him up and he was angry for sleeping early that night. "but... we'll still see each other. right?"

you looked at him, unsure what to answer. you, yourself wasn't sure if you'd still see him. "i don't know... wonwoo, i'm sorry." you pouted, eyes bubbling from tears.

"y/n, don't cry."

"i hate seeing you cry."

his hands found itself wrapped around your fragile and delicate body. wonwoo was not an affectionate person but you were an exception.

"here." he grabbed your pinky finger, intertwining it with his own pinky. "let's promise that we'd find each other. no matter how long it takes." you sniffled a cry, nose stuffed. "promise?" he nodded, hiding the fact that he's not sure if in the future they'd see each other, considering the fact earth has billions of people, it's 99% impossible.

"and if... you get lost. go back to our place and i'll be there to guide you back."

it's been a few years since you moved out of your hometown, and finally today was d-day, you're moving in to your apartment, you've been saving up for a new apartment to move out of your parent's house so they wouldn't have any one other than themselves to look out for. after graduating college, you've been helping your mother in her bakery while your father retired from his job to help around.

you're sitting in the living room, boxes surrounding your figure, unable to figure out what you're going to open next. your mother labeled the boxes, as she helped with preparing.

a box piqued your interest, labeled 'childhood memories' "now what does that mean." you pulled the box towards you, preparing the scissors to cut the tape.

opening the box you found out inside was your old accessories and many many handwritten letters.

"what a cute handwriting, who's this from?" you whispered to yourself, smiling. the nostalgia came running down your spine causing you to shiver. "wonwoo..." you whispered out his name like a chant, all the memories of you together came crashing down your mind like the cupid's arrow.

"i wonder how's he doing." you pondered.

you two were inseparable, always by each other's side. always sharing lunch, books and even hoodies. he was there by your side since you both were babies, virtually doing everything together.

then you remembered the promise, you chuckled at how childish it was but who could blame anyone? you two were kids. some promises are meant to the broken.

but as much as you hate going through the past, you found yourself staying up all night to read the letters, each one, each letter sends a shiver down your spine, as if a ghost was tickling your back. how could you been so blind? "these letters are marked with love... they're made with love." you muttered to yourself.

"wonwoo.." you whispered once again.

"and if... you get lost. go back to our place and i'll be there to guide you back."

you weren't lost. you've already found yourself and everything in here, in this city but you can't help the hairs on your arms to stand up and it makes you stand up too. it doesn't hurt to check, to meet an old past.

you are not lost, oh, you know your way around perfectly—you're just going to pick up something you dropped once, and you're sure as hell won't drop it again.

you knew you can't go back and just move on when you bought the ticket. you fidgeted on the ticket, one bud on your ear and the other hanging loosely but there was no music, as if you were afraid you'd lose focus on the reality, on the fact that wonwoo might not be there.

that he forgot about everything.

you boarded the train, a luggage on hand. you weren't sure how long you'd stay. probably just a day or two if he's not there.

"i'm really doing this." you breathe out, gulping down your anxiety along with the coffee you bought along the way. "i'm not expecting, i'm not expecting." you mutter to yourself, repeating the sentence because you know to yourself that you are expecting.

you arrived with a heavy heart, tightly clutching onto the luggage as you hopped off the train, through the bustling crowd and out into the street.

you took a deep inhale, the smell of your childhood made you calm down, even just for a little bit. nothing has changed much, aside from new stores and much well built buildings. everything really has changed.

everything went fast. you booked a room at the nearby hotel, ate lunch and you were back outside on the streets. you mentally scold yourself, perhaps it's too early. way too early but you noticed your feet already dragging you. dragging you to the place—to yours and wonwoo's place.

the park.

nothing special.

but it used to be special before.

the park was busy, it was never busy before and now loads of people are taking a walk, with their dogs, their partner, their child. you scrunched your nose, suddenly everything is unfamiliar.

the fountain was no longer working, the grass are all grown out and clearly isn't taken care of properly. there were less trees and more structures.

so this is the part where you get lost huh?

"i got you." finally something.. familiar. a warm voice came from behind, breath tickling your nape. their hand positions itself to your lower back, pushing you—guiding you somewhere.

obviously you shouldn't listen but your feet just always happens to disobey your mind.

"i told you. if you get lost, i'll be here to guide you back." the voice led you to the corner, a corner you know all to well. "wonwoo." you whispered under your breath, spinning around to face him.

gods—he was taller, mature looking, still cute. "wonwoo." you repeated yourself, chuckling in disbelief. "wonwoo—"

"yes! y/n, y/n, y/n." wonwoo chuckles, "you're repeating yourself y'know?"

you didn't hesitate, you pulled him in for a hug. it's been years, too long that even he should be unfamiliar by now but nothing about him is unfamiliar. "i missed you so fucking much."

everything about him still is familiar.

"i missed you more than you could ever imagine."

[lambcultist]

Can you do something for dbf!ellie? It doesn’t have to be long or anything like maybe headcanons?

mmmm !! dbf is one of my fav tropes and i've just got an absolutely feral idea. and it might end up being long. but, erm, reader whose father is a pilot, and ellie is his co-pilot !! and like sexting her when she's out on trips and stuff... ♡

for now, let me just ramble and jot down my thoughts, this is all very disorganised and abrupt. i'm thinking i'll wanna write something a little longer for this au soon, but i don't have enough time today :(

cw ; dbf!ellie, commercial pilot!ellie, age gap (reader 18-20, ellie in her early-mid 30s), lots of talk about physical markings, sexting, nudes, sneaking around / secret relationship, dom!ellie, sub!reader, edging, ellie taking reader's virginity, size training + use of sex toys. not proofread, no time !! ( mdni, 18+ )

your father has been in the aviation industry for almost thirty years now. he has no plan to retire any time soon and has found his passion flying commercial planes. the last few years he's consistently spoken about how fond he is of his first officer. he will rarely choose not to fly with her by his side. she's as confident, calm, and enthusiastic as any young pilot should be, and mentoring her has been extremely rewarding, so he says.

it was only a matter of time before he chose to introduce her to you and your mother, of course—especially after learning that she was an orphan.

that's how ellie enters your life. she's changed everything. she is the most interesting woman you'd ever meet. the sights she has seen and places she's been make for an easy conversation starter. you can rope your way into hearing her ramble for fifteen minutes about france, just to stare at her lips the whole time and not take anything in. she has experience far beyond what you can comprehend.

it starts with her giving you her number in case you need anything! she's always willing to be of help. your father is all smiles because he's so glad ellie's getting along with his daughter, he just knew you'd be good friends despite the age gap.

when ellie and your father are on a trip, be it a short turnaround trip or a long international trip, she must sit in the cockpit and listen to him talk about you. his sweet daughter. his precious daughter. his kind daughter. his innocent daughter, who has been sending egregiously naughty texts to ellie for weeks now.

she's fairly certain that when they land, she'll turn off airplane mode and receive a few needy texts from you. she'll have to smile and nod, agree here and there about how lovely you are. her personal favourite response, "she's a very good girl."

your interest in ellie seems to grow stronger and stronger. you swoon when she sends kisses before takeoff, and squirm when she lands and asks if you've been a good girl. of course you have.

sometimes, after particularly long flights, she'll touch down in a different country and discover you've sent an audio message of your orgasm, to which she will listen to the moans and whimpers on repeat. and then she'll send one of her own back, just to let you know how much you appreciated it.

her hidden camera roll is full of pictures you've sent. she buys you cute underwear sets to pose in. she buys you new toys to film yourself using. you're her own little film star, and she gets to direct every video.

it's a genuine shock to ellie when you admit you're a virgin. she thinks about slowing things down, she berates herself for not even considering that you are—you're young, and she's had to teach you a lot of things, of course you're a virgin.

but then you confess that you've been training with the dildo she sent you so that you can take whatever she gives you. any pre-existing guilt is now erased, in fact, she's embarrassed at how damp her boxers are.

she's guided you to orgasm plenty of times. text or facetime, doesn't matter. but she knows you love to facetime just because she's often calling you as soon as she gets to the hotel, and she's still in her uniform. ellie isn't stupid, she knows the effect that a good uniform can have on girls like you...

it just makes you smile when she's coaching you through edging yourself with the cute pink vibe she bought you, you're sweaty and crying and look over to your phone to find her fully clothed, sitting on the edge of the bed, and watching you like it's a television show. it's the only thing on earth you think might be hotter than your temperature at that moment.

she finally takes your virginity when your parents are on vacation and they ask her to come hang out with you for the weekend. ellie makes sure the entire time to be aware of how you cope with it, no matter if you're taking her fingers, tongue, or strap, and she does in fact make you take them all.

the best part is getting to cuddle in your bed, then do it all over again the next day.

whenever there's a moment that calls for it, you and ellie get together. then, when she's away for a while, you'll send pictures of the marks she left on your body fading and demand she come back to make more.

also, pilot!ellie is the funniest motherfucker on earth. she's obviously trained to remain calm in any situation in the air, but sometimes there's still times she lands and thinks, what the fuck was that? and if she doesn't laugh, she'll go insane. which is why she'll always tell you about these dumb incidents while laughing, and you'll be sitting there like, what the fuck? "yeah, we had to make an emergency landing because one of the engines fucking failed and there was smoke in the cockpit." "we almost collided with another plane." "your dad yelled at me for landing too rough today." and she tells it like it's a joke, but it actually happened, and she just doesn't care

you know when sometimes you see those videos of aviation incidents but you have no idea what any of it means because of all the aviation radio jargon and whatnot? sometimes, you just send her them, and ask her to explain in simple terms what happened. and she will, but she'll also reassure you why these things are rare so you don't develop a fear of flying. even your father never bothered to explain to you, in depth, why turbulence happens and why it's nothing to be afraid of.

sometimes ellie and your father will let you come along on shorter trips (day trips, usually) and ellie will ask him to let her handle takeoff and landing (she wants to impress you, because yeah, it's very cool) and she'll always remind you beforehand that if there's turbulence, there's nothing to fear. because not only would your father never let anything happen to you, but neither will she! in fact, she tells you to just picture them both in the cockpit chilling because they're so used to it and that it's never fazed them.

when she gets back from a trip, any trip, she'll be so tired and cuddly. she'll help you come up with an elaborate lie to tell your parents so you can sneak out of home and she'll snatch you up, take you back to her place, and cuddle or fuck you until she's feeling better.

so anyway... ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა  i think i'll write something longer about ellie calling the reader and doing a guided masturbation ♡

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[suugarbabe]

Origin Stories

(part five)

summary: you and matty are both at the castle for the holidays. you're excited to show him new things; he's excited to have you to himself for a while. but of course that doesn't last forever. reality has to come crashing back at some point doesn't it?

word count: 8k

warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of physical violence, draco being an asshole

an: big thanks to my love, my hub, my favorite @musingsofahufflepuff for reviewing and editing when needed <3

His heart hadn’t stopped fluttering since you first said it. “We’re going to spend Christmas together.” Except it wasn’t just Christmas. It was the whole two weeks of holiday. Christmas. His birthday. New Year’s. All with you. 

And you’re his best friend. 

So it was fine. Totally and completely fine. Everything was going to be fine. 

And that’s what he told himself over and over again on the walk back to the castle. And that’s what was going through his mind when he dropped you off at your dorm, stating he’d see you at breakfast the next morning. 

And that’s what he kept telling himself until he fell asleep, dragon held close to his chest in the silence of his dorm, Enzo’s snoring back in Kensington.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept, but it was still dark when he woke. He took his time getting ready, pulling on simple black jeans and a muggle band t-shirt. A gift he’d gotten himself during one of his solo rendezvous to muggle London. All items, of which, he hides at the bottom of his trunk, lest his mother find them and Avada him for being a blood traitor. 

Mattheo made his way down towards the kitchens, finding the appropriately stacked barrels and knocking as you had taught him. The door to the Hufflepuff dorm rolled open, the few stray students staring wide-eyed. Ignoring them, Matty found a lounge chair that looked particularly inviting and sat down to wait for you to wake up. 

Coming out of your dorm you were slightly startled to see a boy seemingly waiting for you. His head lulled on the back of the chair, making his curls splay out across the back.  “Matty?” He jolted awake at the sound of your voice, standing quickly and rubbing his eyes with his fingers, “Hmm? Yeah, yes erm, finally ready are you?” 

You huffed an amused laugh, “Finally ready? How long have you been out here? How did you get in?” Mattheo shrugged, “You told me how to get in last year, remember?” You looked at him curiously, “You were paying attention?” Mattheo nodded, falling in step as you started toward the exit, “I pay attention to everything you say to me.” 

A warmth spread in your chest, surely dusting your cheeks as well. “I’m sure not everything…hey, you avoided a question, sir. How long were you waiting?” You saw Mattheo begin to gnaw on his lip, shoulders lifting the slightest bit with his whispered answer, “Just before daylight.” 

“Mattheo!” you shoved his shoulder, “no wonder you fell back asleep.” Mattheo scoffed, running a hand through his curls, “I did not fall asleep I was…resting my eyes.” You couldn’t help but laugh, Matty soon following suit. 

You continued to tease, and he continued to deny, until you made it up to the great hall. Mattheo leads you both towards the slytherin table, which is the only one without a single student. “Being a bit seclusive, aren’t we, Matty?” He sits down across from you, grabbing a cup to begin tea, “I prefer to call it, ‘avoiding those who think I’ve opened the chamber of secrets’.” 

Grimacing slightly you give an awkward nod, “Right, yeah. Sorry.” Mattheo shakes his head, “S’fine, the halls at the end of term seemed to always clear out for me, so I was annoyingly on time to all my finals.” 

This made you laugh, you taking a glance at the other students behind during holiday. A particular group of students caught your eye, “Seems like Potter and his lap dogs are behind for Christmas, too.” Mattheo’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk of a grin gracing his features, “Did you just talk poorly about other students? Not very Hufflepuff of you.” 

You shrug with a shy smile, “They’re kind of annoying.” Mattheo turns and looks behind him before facing you again, “Granger’s okay sometimes.” You quirked an eyebrow, trying to hide the twinge of something pulling in your stomach, “Is she now?” You couldn’t help but notice the blush on his cheeks. 

Mattheo laughed nervously, “It’s not like that.” He could never tell you he needed help with your present last year. “She was just…nice to me once.” You give him a questioning look, “You can have a crush, Matty. Everyone gets crushes sometimes. I’m sure you two would make a lovely couple with even lovelier hair. Well, one person with lovely hair.” 

Mattheo shuddered, “No, no way. That’s not who I have a crush on.” 

“Oh! So you do have a crush then, okay. Well tell me who then,” You sat up a little straighter, leaning slightly more toward him. He shook his head vigorously, “No, that’s not…I just mean, erm, if I were to have a crush, which I don’t, it wouldn’t be Granger.” 

You smile to yourself, satisfied with his answer; for now. You decide to alter the subject, “So what all did you want to get into during our break, hmm? Explore the castle, pull a prank or two, watch some films?”

Mattheo laughs with a bit of bewilderment, “Pranks? Okay, seriously who are you today - wait, watch what?” 

You froze at his question, “A…film? You know what a film is, right?” Mattheo continued to stare at you blankly, “Why would we watch a photograph.” 

“Matty, a film…like a television show but…longer.” His curls bounced slightly as he tilted his head again. You groaned, running your hands along your face, “You don’t know what a television show is either do you.” 

Mattheo shook his head with a grin, obviously enjoying your slight frustration, “You might as well be Theo right now because you’re basically speaking Italian to me.” You threw a grape, hitting him in the chest, “You’re impossible, you know that?” 

“But do you not like a challenge, my little badger?” Mattheo caught the next grape you tried to throw and you grumbled. “We’re fixing this. We’re going to fix this today, I have to culture you. Why don’t you go fly on the quidditch grass or something for an hour then meet me back at your dorm.” 

“It’s a pitch…how do you know our password?” Mattheo mirrored your actions as you began to stand. Rolling your eyes you both began to walk from the great hall, “I’m with you all near constantly, how would I not know your password.” Mattheo gave a shrug and smirk, starting to follow you down toward the dungeons. 

You stopped him abruptly, “No, no. You go pitch or whatever. I’m going this way.” Mattheo pouts slightly, “You meant like right now, right now?” You nodded slowly, “Yes, Matty. Right now, right now.” His pout intensified before stomping down the corridor with crossed arms. 

Ignoring his little fit you headed towards the dungeons. As the snake lifted from the ground to reveal the Slytherin entrance you spoke the password quickly. Entering the sea of green; it was eerily quiet. You looked around the empty common room, noticing it seemed like no one was ever there to begin with, everything in its proper place. It kind of gave you the creeps. 

You made your way to Mattheo’s dorm, walking in and seeing the beds completely stripped except for one. You were determined to liven up the place. 

Mattheo wrapped his quidditch cloak tighter around his body as he pulled his beanie further on his head to cover his ears. Whatever you had planned better had include something warm because flying for an hour in December was the stupidest thing he had willingly agreed to. 

As he made down the walkway to his dorm he slowed. He stood in front of his door, pressing his ear to the wood to see if he could hear what you were up to. All he could hear was a low hum of music that repeated itself after a minute or two. 

Mattheo gave a shy knock before cracking the door open. “Come in, Matty!” Your voice rang out in almost a sing-song tone, the excitement evident already. Mattheo opened the door fully, his mouth nearly dropping in shock. 

What you had done to his room was nothing short of magical, but he was almost certain you hadn’t used any at all. 

You had taken one of your lightest sheets and hung it on the wall opposite Mattheo’s bed. Speaking of, you had also stripped his bed of all contents, of which were now arranged on the floor. You seemed to have taken all of the bare pillows from the other boys beds as well and created a makeshift pallet of sorts on the ground. 

Above that was a combination of yellow and green sheets that you had turned into a small little blanket tent, an opening in the front facing the sheet hanging on the wall. Both your Hufflepuff and his Slytherin duvets stuffed inside. 

“W-what is all this?” Mattheo continued to marvel at how inviting you had somehow made the Slytherin dorms as your hands started moving about to explain every detail to him. 

“Okay, so here is our fort. I know it may be a little childish but since you haven’t seen any films before I figured I would give you the whole experience; we got our blankets and pillow pallet and everything so we can be comfortable. 

The candles are for the dim lighting so it feels like a real theatre,” Mattheo then noticed all the small candles you had put around the room, “and this is the projector that’s attached to the video player; it’s going to put the movie on the screen.” 

Mattheo crouched down next to the two contraptions on the ground, listening to the whirring coming from each. He saw the stream of light that seemed to spray itself onto the sheet on the wall. 

He leaned closer, sticking his face right in front of the light to see where everything was coming from when he suddenly felt blinded, reeling back and covering his eyes, “Fucking Salazar.”  

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “Why the hell would you do that, Matty. Do you look at the sun just because it’s bright?” Mattheo glowered at you for a moment, rubbing his eyes. He started to laugh himself, recognizing the stupidity of his actions. 

“You did all this without magic?” Mattheo stared at you with wonder, his eyes shined with a childlike disbelief you hadn’t seen from him before. 

You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, “Well, mostly. There’s no bloody outlets in this whole castle so I had to charm the projector and stuff to work. But the rest is pure muggle ideas.” 

“Wicked,” Mattheo crawled into the fort, starting to settle himself in all the comforts you had set up. You sat on the ground next to the projector, pushing different buttons to get the movie started before crawling in and settling next to him. 

“Thanks for doing this by the way,” Mattheo glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. You smiled, peeking his way as well, “Of course. Everyone should experience this at least once in their life.”

Mattheo settled in, resting his hands behind his head as the opening credits started to pop on screen, “So what am I watching exactly?” You turned to your side, propping your head up with one hand as you started to explain. 

“Okay, so this movie is a holiday classic. It’s American, called Home Alone. The premise is basically that Kevin, the kid, gets left home alone while the rest of the family are going to Paris-”

“They left him there on purpose?!” Mattheo’s heart began to thump quickly, a rage starting to fill his chest at Kevin’s parents. He knew all too well what it felt like to be left alone. 

“No, no, not like that,” your smile at the situation started to calm Mattheo, “you’ll see what happens. But basically these two robbers think his house is empty so they go to try and rob it but Kevin’s home, right. So then he pulls all these pranks! And I can’t tell you the rest but I think you’re really gonna like it.” 

He did like it. A lot. He thought it was wonderful; all the different traps and pranks and ideas Kevin was able to come up with on his own, and all without magic. He found the other part of the story line just as wonderful. How the mother kept doing everything in her power to get back to him, how she tried trading her most expensive possessions for a simple plane ticket; how she rode with strangers for hours in order to get to her son. 

Mattheo thought Kevin was incredibly lucky to have a mother that loved him so much. He had to hide his watering eyes when they were finally reunited and then the rest of the family showed up behind her. He wondered what a happy family Christmas felt like. 

When the end credits began to roll you sat up, stretching your arms high above you before turning to him, “So…what’d you think?” 

Mattheo plastered on a smile, “I think we need to try that heated door knob prank on Malfoy when he gets back.” 

The few days before Christmas you and Mattheo seemed to have the same routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, explore the castle, eat lunch, watch movies through dinner, sneak into the kitchens, drop you off at your dorm. In Mattheo’s mind, it was the best holiday break he’s ever had. 

On Christmas Eve you kept the same schedule. When it was your typical time to go down to the kitchens Mattheo found himself wishing you didn’t have to go to your own dorm. He had become accustomed to your company and feeling more happy about holiday things that he just didn’t quite want it to end. 

Mattheo watched you gather a few pasties and wrap it in cloth, “Hey, erm, did you maybe want to stay in my dorm tonight? Like in Theo’s bed or something just so..we can wake up on Christmas, erm, together?” 

Your beaming smile melted any worries away, “Oh, yes, please that would be so much fun! We can put a movie on the projector and fall asleep to it and everything.” Mattheo nodded, “Sounds perfect.” 

And to Mattheo it was perfect. You put on a christmas film, your yellow and black linen standing out strikingly on Theo’s bed next to his. You fell asleep quickly, Mattheo not far behind. 

Matty always marveled at the difference in sleep he got at Hogwarts versus his family's manor. But something he’d never experienced was being woken up by his bed vibrating or…shaking? 

“Ugh, come on Matty, wake up!!” The bed was not actually vibrating; you were jumping up and down on the edge of Mattheo’s bed. He groaned, turning to his stomach and burying his face into his pillow. He tried to pull on his blankets to cover his head but your weight on the end prevented him. 

With a huff he threw back his duvet, “Why are we waking up so early.” With a final jump you sat down on his bed, “Because it’s Christmas!” Mattheo groaned, covering his face with his arm, “I don’t get presents on Christmas, can we sleep just a little longer.” 

Your heart shattered, voice small, “I got you one.”

Mattheo sat up then, a guilty frown on his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I got you something too.” Mattheo climbed out of bed, slipping on his loafers, “Cmon, let’s go check the tree. I’m sure your parents sent you things as well.” 

You slid off the bed on to your feet, leading the way towards the main Slytherin common room to the large Christmas tree set up in the middle. There were far more gifts than Mattheo expected to see, assuming your family spent a good amount on you this year. 

He watched as you seemed to organize everything in to two piles before standing, hands on hips, “Okay that pile is yours, and this is mine.” Mattheo looked to where you first gestured, confused on how there was more than one gift. 

Had you bought him multiples? But some of yours had the same wrapping paper as his. What was going on?

“I want to open each others last, okay?” You sat crisscrossed on the ground by your gifts. Mattheo mirrored your position, giving a slow nod. He was still so confused. “Grab the one with little frogs on it first, I think these are from…” you checked the tag on yours, “yep! They’re from Enz. He’s really leaning in to the frog father thing huh.”

Mattheo grabbed his gift with matching paper. You tore yours open, revealing a new set of royal blue suede gloves for winter; you seemed pleased. Mattheo opened his slowly before seeing his friend had gotten him a silk tie with matching colored socks. 

Theo had gotten you both gifts as well; you a book titled Quidditch 101 for Dummies, Mattheo received a lovely smelling broom wax. You were opening the two gifts from your parents when Mattheo noticed that he also had a box that matched the wrapping paper they used. 

“Did…did your parents get me a gift, too?” Mattheo held the box in his lap, his chest feeling tight as he noticed his eyes seeming to sting. You sat up on your knees then, nodding with vigor. “Yeah, they did! I hope that’s alright…it’s probably something muggle so if you don’t like it don’t feel bad.” 

Mattheo delicately unwrapped the gift, trying to not only compose his emotions but also thinking of ways he could thank them for getting him anything at all. Inside were two vintage looking t-shirts. Both adorning what he assumed were muggle punk and rock bands. 

“I noticed last year you would wear some stuff like that on our off days of school. Not sure where you found them before but my dad always finds cool vintage stuff so they got you some,” Your smile was a bit shy. 

Mattheo was beaming. 

“I snuck out,” Mattheo’s response was confusing. He folded the shifts neatly before placing them in the box again, “The summer before first year my mum sent me to Diagon Alley alone to get things for school. Said she couldn’t be bothered or whatever. 

So I…snuck off into London. I found this shop with shirts that looked older but really wicked. And people were staring at me with a robe on like I was a freak…I stole a few shirts, wore one out and walked around London before going back. Mum seemed none the wiser.” 

You listened silently, only nodding when needed before speaking. “Well I hope these ones are just as good, even though they were purchased legally.” 

Mattheos eyes snapped to yours, only to see you smiling. He let out a held breath and smiled, too. 

“Okay, saved the best for last. Do you want to open together or one at a time?” You held Mattheos gift on your lap, the shining green paper reflecting the lights of the tree. 

Mattheo looked down at your gift to him, the flowery paper a strong contrast to anything anyone would think to give him normally. “Together, I know you’re too excited either way,” his tone was teasing but you agreed quickly. 

On your count of three you both tore into your respective gifts, opening the boxes and holding up each item in front of you. 

Instantly you brought the material up to your face, not being able to help rubbing your cheek on the soft material. Mattheo had gotten you a Slytherin green cashmere sweater (not too unlike the one you borrowed from Enzo this past fall). 

The only differences were that in place of Enzo’s initials on the sleeve of the wrist, were yours. And instead of Enzo’s family crest a different crest appeared. “Matty…I love it,” you hoped your face displayed just how elated you actually were, “but what’s this crest here?” 

Matty’s cheeks blushed a deep shade of red, “Erm, it’s…yours. Well, your families. I…looked it up in the library. Madam Pince showed me a section that had every family crest of every student that’s ever attended. That’s your family’s. I figure if you’re gonna wear something Slytherin to support me, might as well be yours instead of Berkshire’s.” 

You could feel your grin double, your cheeks nearly aching, “I…can’t believe you did that.” Mattheo only shrugged, looking down shyly, “You always think of thoughtful gifts for me.” 

“Like this,” he held up the sweater you had gotten him. A beautifully knit black and yellow quidditch stripe sweater, “I’m sure there’s good meaning for you getting me a sweater in your house colors.” 

You gave a shy nod, hoping your meaning was good enough for him, “I know it’s been really tough hanging out with me in my common room since well..the chamber stuff. I figured maybe…if you had something to sort of…blend in? Maybe you wouldn’t get as many looks?” 

He could feel his heart flutter, a heat spreading from his chest throughout his arms and to his fingertips as his smile spread across his face, “It’s perfect. Thank you.” 

Mattheo scrambled to throw the sweater on over his sleeping clothes, “So, how do I look?” 

You gnawed on your bottom lip to keep control of your smile, Mattheo found it charming. “Positively badger-esque.” 

It had been such a rarity for him or his birthday to be celebrated while growing up (it was usually just him and Feindre in the kitchen with a cake Feindre had allowed him to frost on his own) that you being insistent on celebrating Mattheo the last two years seemed…odd. 

Yet here he was, sitting at the Slytherin table at lunch time with a cake in front of him (far better frosted than he ever had done) and not only you, but a few other of the students that had stayed behind for the holidays singing him happy birthday. 

It was positively the most embarrassed he had ever felt. And he wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world in this moment. He knew you had probably said something to them. Maybe you even threatened them with this new found sass you seemed to find this winter season. But he didn’t care. 

You allowed him to open your gift alone, just the two of you, in his common room. You brought two boxes to him and Mattheo’s cheeks flushed. “You didn’t have to-” you cut Mattheo off with a raised hand, “Don’t even start. Just open your gifts.”

A boyish grin filled his features as he tore into the paper. He held them in his hands, running his fingers over the material, “Are these…dragon skin beaters gloves?” You nodded shyly, “There’s some broom wax in there too that smells really good. I know Theo got you some for Christmas but I had gotten this stuff before I knew what he got you.” He grabbed the jar and unscrewed the lid, taking a good sniff, “S'fine. It runs out quickly. It actually does smell good…” 

You crossed your arms defensively, “Did you not believe me or something?” Nervously, Mattheo began stammering, “No, that’s not- I just meant..” Your laughter halted his worries, “I’m just kidding. Some old guy helped me pick them out. I was completely lost in that place.” 

Mattheo’s eyebrows shot up, “You went into Spintwitches? Wait - How did you get into Hogsmeade?” You shrugged, “That’s for me to know and you to find out later…maybe. Anyway, do you like your gift? Try them on.” 

He wiggled his hands in with a smile, his fingers poking through holes before he closed and stretched his fists. He marveled at them, inspecting the material, testing the stickiness of the palm. “The guy said that these are the best ones and the palm has some…sticking solution woven in the to material or whatever to-”

“To help with extra grip on my bat…you bloody genius little badger; these are amazing.” You could feel the heat rise up your neck and over your cheeks at the compliments. 

Mattheo picked up the second smaller box, but instead of his name on the tag it was…his dragons? Well it said 'to your dragon'. He looked up and met your eyes that were sparkling with a bit of something he couldn’t quite figure out, “Is this box for dragon?” 

“Well it’s his birthday, too- wait…did you name your stuffed dragon…dragon?” Your face wore an expression that appeared to be a mix between confusion and bewilderment. 

Mattheo let out a small laugh, “Well yeah…what else would I name him? He’s a dragon.” You placed a hand on your forehead briefly, seemingly trying to organize your thoughts manually, “Matty. Love. You’re supposed to name them.” 

He could help but scoff, “Well, why? Who says?” 

Merlin this boy was bloody stubborn, “Matty that dragon is like your son! What if Enz had named Mocha just Milk Frog??” 

This seemed to only make Mattheo laugh more, waving his hand to dismiss your words, “No, no, you misunderstand. His name is Dragone. With an E at the end.” 

You stared at him incredulously, but he only grinned full teeth in return. “You’re a shit, you know that Matty?” He opened his mouth to quip back and you just shook your head, “Nope, no comebacks. Open Dragone’s gift.” 

Mattheo tore through the paper, opening the small box to reveal a little crocheted Slytherin sweater vest, a small silver S where the crest would usually go on all the boys’ vests, “You didn’t…” You nodded your head, “I did.” 

Without a word Mattheo ran to his dorm. On his way back into the common room you could see him, Dragone in hand. Adjusting the tiny dragon arms through the arm holes and pulling the vest down over its little belly he turned his cherished item towards you, “Look at that, perfect fit.”

You and Mattheo continued to spend the next two days together (as if either of you would spend it with anyone else). It was strange really, having company this time of year. 

Not that Mattheo was ever technically alone when he was home for holidays. But he was always lonely. 

But at Hogwarts for the holiday, even if he was walking back to his dorm alone, or made it to a meal before you did on the off chance you didn’t walk together, he never felt that same feeling he did back at the manor. 

The emptiness. The yearning to talk to someone that wasn’t going to yell at him. Just to be around someone that made him actually feel cared for. You did that for him. 

When you said you wanted to have a New Year's celebration, Mattheo was a little apprehensive. You had convinced a few extra people to sing him happy birthday. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to do much more celebrating beyond the two of you. 

Thankfully, what he had been hoping for is what you had been planning. He went with you into the kitchens later in the evening on New Years Eve, swiping a small bottle of a bubbly usually reserved for professors at meals while you distracted a house elf. Said house elf let you take a few treacle tarts with you as well and you were forever grateful. 

The two of you had set up a little table in front of one of the larger sofas by a fire. You had charmed the painting above the mantel to display the time digitally so you both could keep track of when midnight hit. 

Mattheo had poured two glasses of the bubbly drink and handed you one before taking one for himself. “Aren’t we a little young to be drinking this, Matty?” You gave the substance a sniff before pulling a face, “it doesn’t even smell enjoyable.” 

Matty copied your actions, his face displaying the same displeasure yours had moments before, “It can’t be too bad if McGonagall drinks it at dinner. Just give it a try.” 

Reluctantly you followed his direction. Giving yourself a sip and letting the dry and sour taste hit your tongue before spitting it back into the glass, “Yuck! No, sorry not for me.” 

Mattheo had apparently the same thought process as he grabbed your glass and set both yours and his back down on the table. “Okay, not one of my better ideas.”

“Oh are some of your ideas actually good ones?” You teased. Earning a small smirk from Mattheo’s lips, “Be nice to me, badger, or I won’t share the backup I also swiped.” From behind the sofa Mattheo produced a bottle of pumpkin juice. 

You waited for him to graciously empty your previous glasses and refill them with a more satisfying drink for the both of you before grabbing your glass and sticking out your tongue. Mattheo mirrored the action. 

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence. You watched the flames lick against the logs in the fireplace, wondering if they were actually burning at all or if it were more magic that seemed to touch every inch of the castle. 

“I wonder what the others are up to. Theo and Enzo I mean,” Mattheo's voice broke the silence and you turned to look at him. He continued watching the fire, his eyebrows knit slightly together. 

You crossed your legs up on the couch, “Well what are all of you pureblood usually doing for New Years Eve?” Your tone was slightly teasing but also held a hint of curiosity. 

Mattheo turned to you, “Well, we mighty and noble purebloods,” his tone dripping with sarcasm, “we usually have a winter ball or gala or whatever the bloody hell phrasing they want to use between Christmas and New Years Eve. Which is when I socked Malfoy in the face last year.” 

You tried to stifle your giggle, but it made Matty smile. “After the big fancy party it’s typically up to each family what they want to do. We’ve had dinner with Theo and his parents before. Usually the Malfoys are always there since Aunt Cisy, Draco’s mum, is sisters with mine. But nothing fancy.

“I usually go to my room after dinner. Just hang out in there alone until I hear the big manor clock hit midnight. Then I go to sleep.” 

You were frowning slightly by the end of his explanation. For what reason he couldn’t seem to figure out. “What do muggles do?” 

You sipped your pumpkin juice and smiled to yourself, telling him of all your usual New Year’s Eve traditions with your family. “And we also have the telly on in the background, with the London celebration show. When the countdown comes you can see everyone get so excited. 

When there’s five seconds left you can see everyone grab somebody they care about. Then when it finally hits midnight everyone just…snogs. Even when they’re on tv.” 

Matty giggled a little, “Like the films you showed me? You guys watch one of those of people snogging?” His question made you laugh a little, “Kind of, yeah. But it’s real people and couples. Except they’re in the middle of London and we’re at home watching…er, okay. I can understand how that can sound a little weird.” 

You laughed together, you wiped under your eyes before Mattheo turned to you fully, “Have you ever done that before?” Your head tilted slightly, turning to face him as well, “Done what, Matty?” 

Mattheos cheeks flushed a little, “Have you ever, erm, kissed anyone..before.” 

“Oh, ehm,” your throat suddenly felt tight at the question, your cheeks and neck heating, “I, uh, no. Haven’t. I haven’t. Erm, have you?” 

Mattheo shook his head, curls bouncing each way as he looked down at his hands shyly, “No. I haven’t either. I, ehm, I heard Enzo did though…before break.” 

You let out a small laugh, “Yeah, I heard that, too. I think I heard him bragging to someone that it was a third year? Dunno what they were thinking kissing him though.” 

Mattheo barked out a laugh, “Yeah, they have to be a little off kissing him huh.” You nodded, “I heard Seamus tell Dean that he’s kissed like four people already this year. Dean was telling him he felt behind because he’s only kissed two.” 

Mattheo leaned his head on the back of the sofa, “Behind but he’s already kissed two people?? Salazars sake, what does that mean we are?” 

You smiled, trying to make light, “Not even in the race I suppose.” Mattheo grinned a little at this. 

“We could just kiss each other.” The nonchalant manner in which the words left your lips made it take a moment for Mattheo’s brain to catch up with what his ears had just heard. 

When the connection finally happened Mattheo sat straight as a board, “W-wha-, y-you wanna kiss me?” His flustered state made you giggle, “Well you’re my best friend, Mattheo. I like you enough. And I trust you. Why shouldn’t my first kiss be with you?” 

Mattheo relaxed against the couch at your words, really taking them in. He supposed you were right. You were his best friend, too. And probably the only person he fully trusted. 

The thought of kissing you made his insides feel funny though. Almost the same rush he gets when he kicks up with his broom before a quidditch match. He looked up at the charmed painting, the clock reading 11:59. 

Despite the sound of his heartbeat in his ears he turned to you, nodding, “You’re right. It should be me. I should be yours, too.” He scooted a little closer to you on the sofa, trying to close the distance between you so if you wanted to pull away you could do so easily. 

“Just a, erm, just a quick one, yeah?” He felt like his voice was shaking. Could you tell he was nervous? Why was he nervous? He noticed you glance at his lips momentarily, “Yeah, just a quick one. I’m not ready for a proper snog I don’t think.” 

As always you’re able to make a seemingly serious situation a bit lighter. You leaned in closer, Mattheo mirroring your actions as he nodded his head ever so slightly, “Yeah, me neither.” 

You were the brave one, bridging the little bit of gap left between the two of you. Mattys lips crashed with yours and the painting you had charmed stroked midnight, mini fireworks popping above the two of you. 

Mattheo prayed you couldn’t feel that his lips were slightly chapped and you hoped he couldn’t hear your heart nearly thudding out of your chest. 

Just as quickly as you came together did you pull apart. If someone had walked in they’d believe you actually did have a proper snog by the heated breathing you were both doing. 

You stared at each other for a moment. Mattheo then cleared his throat, “Right, so ehm, that’s a kiss then, hmm?” You nodded, fixing your hair that truly didn’t need fixing at all, “Yeah, s’pose so. Mhm.” 

Another few beats of silence took over the both of you before Mattheo stood up quickly. “Well I’m gonna…I mean I think I’m gonna, erm, go to bed now.” You stayed seated, staring at the fire. 

“Are you gonna come..” Mattheo was cautious with his ask. Not sure if what just transpired was going to change things. You looked up at him, smile reaching your eyes, “Yeah. Let’s go.” 

The rest of your friends made it back to the castle a few days after the new year. Currently you were sat atop Enzo’s bed while he showed off all of his new items he received over holiday. This was the unfolding scene that Mattheo found himself walking in on. 

“I got two new Italian leather belts from Milan as well, one brown one black,” Enzo held up both belts individually, turning them over for you to see both sides. You nodded, less interested in the actual materials but fully interested in the joy that was radiating off of Enz. 

“Well of course both black and brown, would hate for something to not match,” the slightly sarcastic tone was apparently not thick enough for Enzo to catch on to. “See, I knew you’d appreciate that.” 

You smiled and nodded, catching Mattheo’s eye across the room. “What the bloody hell is actually going on here?” Matty walked over to Enzo’s bed where you sat, albeit cautiously. 

Enz brightened further, “I’m doing a Christmas haul. You want me to start from the beginning?” Mattheo’s face was flat, eyes that dead demeanor they so often held, “Absolutely not, mate.” 

The taller boy shrugged, turning back to give you his full attention before digging in his trunk and pulling out a shiny new black broomstick. You did your best to give a shocked and interested smile. But per usual anything flying or quidditch related made you lose a little bit of interest. 

Matty, however, was now highly interested in the haul. “Is that a Nimbus 2001? Your father got you one even though you didn’t make the team?” Enzo smirked, “He did, yeah. Said I could use the newest fastest model to practice on so there’d be no way I didn’t make the team next year.” 

The two continued to talk quidditch with the next several gifts Enzo revealed from his trunk. The more detailed they spoke, the heavier your eyelids felt. And soon you found your entire head drooping to the side. 

Mattheo noticed they were losing you, sitting down on the bed and making sure he was close enough for his shoulder to catch your head and your body finally leaned fully into your bored, drowsed state. He pretended not to notice, and Enzo didn’t seem to in the slightest. 

They were still talking (almost arguing) about quidditch and quidditch-esque things when Theo made it back to the dorm. “Che diavolo? Did you bore our poor badger to death with your haul of Christmas Enzo?” 

He scoffed, “No, of course not. They’re not-oh…they’re sleeping.” Enzo pouted slightly as Matty nudged you with his elbow. You jolted awake with an intake of breath through your nose, “Mmm? Yes, yeah, special…goggle something, very cool Enz.” 

The three around you began to laugh as you rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hand. “Told you, compagno…bored.” You started to shake your head but Enzo held up his hand, “No, it’s fine. I’m done now anyway.” 

You climbed off Enzo’s bed, rounding the one in between before reaching underneath Theo’s. “Well since you’re all done I thought I’d give you three the gifts from me.” 

“Three? You mean you didn’t give Matt his gift on Christmas?” Enzo was thoroughly confused, fully assuming you’d both have exchanged the day of. 

You, however, rolled your eyes, “Of course I did you knob. I’m talking about you, Theo and Mocha of course!” You handed Theo his gift, him tearing into it immediately. You handed Enzo both his and Mocha’s after he fished her out of his pocket. 

“Aha! Grazie amico mio! I need very much this!” Theo pulled on the winter hat you had hand made (with only some slight bit of magical help for the house crest). Theo grabbed hold of your face, placing quick kisses on both cheeks, “Lo adoro!” 

You laughed lightly, “Welcome, Theo.” You turned to Enzo who was now giggling while fitting a mini witch hat atop Mocha’s head. “I cannot believe you made this, it’s perfect. Did you measure Mocha’s little head or something? Also, thank you for the scarf.” Enzo chose a grin versus cheek kisses but you understood he was thankful all the same. 

“You’re welcome Enz,” you walked over to him to give Mocha a little pet, “and you’re welcome, too, Mocha.” 

After a little while, you gathered your things to head back to your dorm for the night. “Leaving already? But we just started catching up,” Enzo pouted, crossing his arms like a small child. 

“We’ll catch up more tomorrow, Enz. I promise,” you made your way to the door with your things, “But you guys are all back now so I can’t sleep in Theo’s bed anymore; that’d be weird. See you guys at breakfast!” 

You gave a wave as you opened the door, turning quickly to leave. While walking out you crash in to none other than Draco. “Eugh, watch where you’re going you twit,” Draco brushed the front of his robes as if your touch had now made them filthy. You huffed through your nose, rolling your eyes. 

You then took a step back and bowed, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Many apologies, Draco. I’m truly so sorry. Surprised I couldn’t smell you through the door with the amount of cologne you’re wearing. Mummy get that for you for Christmas? Do give her my best.” 

Draco scowled as he pushed past you; you gave a wink to everyone else before scurrying out the door and closing it behind you. The little exchange was not fully heard by the other three in the room, but as always, Mattheo noticed some interaction. 

Brought back from his thoughts Theo was complaining in Italian, “Compagno, my guy. Did badger really lay sleep in my bed all of vacanza? A man’s bed is sacra! Sacred!” Enzo shrugged, “At least your bed will smell good now.” 

Mattheo and Theo turned to look at him quizzically. “What?” Enzo’s voice raised half an octave, “I am not the only one who notices they always smell nice. You guys are lying to yourselves.” 

Draco decided this was the moment he was going to join the conversation. “You let a mudblood sleep in our quarters for two weeks? Merlin, cousin. You’ve really gone to the dogs haven’t you.”  Mattheo was up and off Enzo’s bed in an instant, the latter quickly wrapping an arm around Matty’s shoulders to hold him back. 

“Shut your hole, cousin. Or I’ll give you another black eye. I’ll make it my annual Christmas gift to you,” Mattheo was straining against Enzo’s hold slightly, but still holding himself back. 

Draco simply rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Oh, please. You know what, go ahead. Give me a good punch. Maybe then I’ll write to dear Auntie Bella and she’ll make sure you never come home for holiday again. Both my manor and yours were quite peaceful without your presence. The Christmas ball went off without any..” Draco eyed Mattheo up and down, “pathetic interruptions. Isn’t that right boys.” 

He was referring to Theo and Enzo. Both of whose parents made it mandatory of them to attend the usual Malfoy party. If he were really asking them their opinion they would’ve said how boring the party was without their friend. But Draco wasn’t really asking, he was just trying to add fuel to the fire. 

"But I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you, Matty," Draco seemed to use the nickname you called Mattheo like an insult. "You get banned from holidays and can spend them with your bottom feeder. Couldn't even splurged for a half-breed as your little pet, huh?"

Mattheo was seething now. Draco could insult Mattheo all he wanted. The things his cousin said were never nearly as bad as what his mother, or even his father when he was around, would say to him. But the way he was talking about you? Mattheo couldn't let him get away with that.

And the other two knew it, too. Enzo's hold losing power. So Theo and Enzo shared a look, the former nodding at the latter. Then Enzo released his hold on Mattheo. 

When he realized what was about to actually happen, Draco paled further than he already was. Before he could grab his wand or put up his hands in defense Mattheo had his fist connecting with Draco’s jaw. 

The blonde stumbled back, Mattheo taking the opportunity to hit him again, this time in the stomach. With Draco doubled over, Mattheo braced his hands on his cousins back before raising his knee to connect with Draco’s ribs.

“You pathetic piece of shit,” Mattheo let Draco fall to the ground. Malfoy groaned, clutching his abdomen. Mattheo kneeled down next to him, “You’re a waste of space, Draco. You wish you were half as good of a person as any of my friends, especially y/n.” His fist connected with Draco’s nose, blood immediately gushing from his face. “You talk a big game but when it comes down to it, you’re the biggest fucking pussy I’ve ever met.” 

Mattheo landed a few more harsh blows to his cousin's face before Theo and Enzo were pulling him off. “No, let go of me. Mate, I’m serious. I’m not done, let me go,” Mattheo struggled against his friend's hold. 

Enzo shook his head even though Matty couldn’t see it, “We had to. He’s bleeding so much his hair’s starting to look like a Weasley.” Theo snorted at this, “Yes, his lesson is learned for now.” 

Blaise chose this moment to walk into the dorm. Taking in the scene around him. He looked at Draco in the middle of the room, rolled to his side and whining; platinum hair partially painted red. He then looked over at the rest of the boys, Mattheo panting and calming his breath as he slowly relaxed in his friend’s hold. 

“He ran his mouth again didn’t he,” Blaise shook his head before dropping his things on his bed. “Okay, Berk. Help me take him to Pomfrey.” Enzo looked at Theo, silently asking if he thought Mattheo would be civil if he let him go. 

“I’m fine. Go, help him,” Mattheo slumped down against the foot of his bed once Enzo released him. Enzo walked over and helped Blaise hoist up Draco. The three of them slowly making their way out and presumably towards the infirmary. 

Theo slid down next to Mattheo, sitting with him in silence for a moment. “Do you think they’re gonna hate me,” Mattheo’s voice was small, almost inaudible to Theo’s ears. “Who do you mean? Draco?” Theo was confused, Matty didn’t really seem like he cared what Draco thought anymore. 

Mattheo shook his head, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He set his chin on his knees, staring blankly in front of him, “Do you think y/n is going to hate me.” 

Theo felt a little awkward, not really knowing the right thing to say. He tried to channel someone wise, to give his friend good advice. “Erm, I do not think they will be hating you. Emotions are hard. We have to let them out or else we’ll…como si dice…eruttare?” 

Mattheo turned his head towards Theo, brows furrowed, “I don’t know that word, mate.” Theo pulled at his bottom lip, thinking hard about how to say what he meant. He mimed a mountain or maybe a volcano? Mattheo wasn't sure but he watched intently as Theo then threw his hands from the mountain shape into the air, making explosion noises with his mouth. 

“Erupt?” Mattheo questioned. A look of relief washed over Theo, “Yes! Yes. Compagno, if we don’t let emotions out all the time we can erupt. Y/n will not hate you. But they might be sad for you.” 

Mattheo nodded, eyes turning blank again before hiding his face in his knees. Theo noticed Mattheo’s shoulders begin to slightly shake. Then he heard a few sniffles.

His friend was crying. 

So Theo did as his mother always did for him and started to rub Mattheos back consolingly, thinking maybe it would be comforting. Mattheo tensed at first, then began to relax. And Theo let him cry.

[tttt06]

Dress Me Up

StylistBlackreader x IdolJungwon

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ You're a nepotism baby. Your mother is a notorious stylist, and you wanted in on the business. You finessed your way into being Enhypen's new stylist, and you've made Jungwon curious.

Warning~ Size training, slow burn, calls her honey and baby, virgin reader, squirting, oral (receiving), hickey's, he's a little rough, no protection, (not recommending this) mentions that the reader has ADHD, underage drinking (DON'T DO THIS YA'LL), Use of the word 'nigga'

Word Count~ 10.1k

It was your first day, and it was going wrong.

You spilled coffee all over your brand-new white blouse, and you were rushing, so your socks didn't match.

You were the new stylist hire. 

Clothes being your kind of expression for longer than you can remember. 

Now, with your clothes ruined, it wasn't giving stylist. It was giving an intern who sucks at there fucking job.

You were surprisingly young for this job, but that was because you had connections.

Your Mom was working with Stray Kids on their ATE album, and HYBE wanted her. Your Mom gave them her daughter instead, you.

Sure, you felt like a spoiled rich brat for it, but you wanted to work hard for it.

You sighed as you made your way to the stylist's room. Nobody was there when you walked in. You thanked any god that would listen.

You huffed as you got out your shirt. You didn't even care to turn the lights on. But when you did, some kid was standing there.

"AHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

You did a whole-ass cartwheel back. While you shook, Jungwon walked after you, "I'm so sorry, ma'am! I didn't mean to pry!"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Whose in a changing room in the dark?!"

He bit his lip, "Erm, you." You stayed quiet. He was right.

He bowed, "My name is Yang Jungwon. You can call me Jungwon. How old are you?" You answered, "My name's Y/N. I'm 19."

Jungwon couldn't help but smile, "Yeah? Guess I'm your hyung."

You scanned his dimples, "Yeah, right."

He started pulling out his wallet to prove it. "See."

You rolled your eyes, "Alright, old man. Where's the rest of your group?" He laughed, "How'd you know I'm in a group?" 

You lowered your eyes, "It's obvious."

Jungwon smiled, "I came early." You nodded and started walking toward the rack of clothes. Jungwon asked sweetly, "Where are you from?"

You turned to him, "The states." You dug through the drawer until you found it. 

You walked over with the measurement tape and wrapped it around his waist. His hands went up instinctively.

"Already getting it started?"

You nodded, eyes fixed on the line. "Yeah, I've got deadlines."

You grabbed your phone and typed it in. Next, you measured Jungwon's hips. His measurements were crazy. When you stepped back to look at him, his face registered.

He was handsome in person. He was so cute, but he had this sexiness to him.

"I'm done. You can pick a specific item you want showcased if you'd like."

You heard footsteps coming toward the door, and it came down. The boys were staring at Jungwon. 

The group wondered why he was here so early.

They greeted you gently before filing in. Someone bumped into you and turned to bow. "So sorry."

You looked over his face. Heeseung. The guy every girl feined over.

"It's okay." He winked at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

They got in a line so you could start measuring them. 

Ni-ki learned you were the same age and was already teasing you.

It was a while before you got everyone's measurements, and they were leaving.

The next day, you sped into the office with your caffeine in your hand. You had a binder and your glasses on. You looked different. Your locs were in a bun, glasses on the tip of your nose, and out of breath. 

You don't wear glasses unless you want the outfit to look good.

You made it to the office and put your things down. "Phew. Oh shit!" You realize you forgot something. You started running back out to get to it. 

It was when you were running back into the building when you bumped into Jungwon. You fell, and his eyes widened. "I'm so sorry!"

He was already reaching out to help you up. He grabbed your hand and checked for bruises. "You okay?" You nodded, "Yeah. Fine."

You pushed your glasses back, "You push your glasses up like an anime nerd."

You squinted, "Shush, boy."

He smiled as you made your way to the office. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Jungwon followed behind you calmly, "Nope, I finished recording for the day."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the office. Jungwon asked, "You rush around often?"

You nodded, "When shit needs to get done, I'm on it."

You sat at the chair, going through the pieces you thought of. It was sketches and clothing pieces. Jungwon asked, "You know what you're doing?"

You looked at him (slightly) annoyed, "How else would I get the job? Why are you in here?"

Jungwon said, "You pique my interest. You're pretty young."

You didn't stop staring. "Yeah? Well, you're piquing my nerves."

You knew it was harsh, but you knew he liked it. He was amused by your annoyance. Jungwon sat down next to you and listened to your scribbles. 

You were balling up ideas and throwing them away. It was a long day of aggravation as Jungwon silently watched.

It wasn't until he suddenly stood after the third hour, "Let's eat."

You furrowed your eyebrows, barely listening. "Go eat then."

You didn't hear what he said, but you knew it was something about 'eating.'

Jungwon grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the chair. "Eh?"

You were being walked out of the building. It wasn't until Jungwon threw on his hood and mask that you realized what was happening.

"Are you taking me out to eat?"

Won looked at you, "Yeah. Your stomach growled like seven times, and you actively ignored it."

Jungwon looked at you, "You do realize that, right?"

You turned away, slightly embarrassed, "I didn't. I hyper-focus."

Jungwon guessed, "You have ADHD or something?" Your eyes widened, "Yeah, how'd you..."

Jungwon filled the silence, "You tend to tune out things when you focus and don't like to be interrupted."

You laughed, "My mom got me into hobbies to keep myself occupied."

Jungwon laughed, "Yeah?"

"I became her little assistant, and she even let me make a mini fashion line collection for teens."

I started to catch myself rambling, and I stopped. "That's it, though."

Jungwon walked into a small shop and got in line. "I reccomend the shin ramen. This place is unmatched."

I smiled, "I'll eat it then."

The next day, you were going through fabrics. You were looking for things to make into clothes.

After about twenty minutes, you realized you'd need another round of measurements.

You knew the boys were work alcoholics, so you traveled around the building looking for them with your roll of measuring tape.

Sunghoon was in the gym. You ambushed him as he looked at you like you were crazy.

Jake and Heeseung were in the studio. You just walked in with no care in the world. 

Jay was in the instrument room, and Ni-ki was in the practice room. Sunno was in the lounge, taking selcas with Yunjin. 

Since Sunno was the last person, you asked, "Where's Jungwon?"

Sunno thought, "He's not in the practice room?"

You shook your head, "I don't know. I also don't have his number to ask."

Sunno pulled out his phone and gave you all the member's numbers.

"Check the basement practice room. Wonnie's usually there when he's learning personal choreography. His class should be over by now, though."

You nodded and made your way to the basement. It was dark and smelled like old walls. There was music blasting, but you couldn't find the door. That was until you looked through the glass door. You saw Jungwon popping. Your body was electrified as you watched him dance.

It was mesmerizing to see him in his element like this.

You walked in, and Jungwon saw you. He was sweating. His white T-shirt rolled over his shoulders, and his hair stuck to his forehead. It was attractive.

The way his smile beamed as he watched you.

Jungwon combed his fingers through his hair and said, "What's up?"

He raggedly breathed as he went for a towel. 

You just came back from seeing Sunghoon in a wife beater, sweating his ass off. His face was scrunched up as he lifted. That didn't affect you as much as Jungwon did.

You bit your lip, "Come to my office when you're done."

Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?"

You smiled, "You're not. I need more measurements."

Jungwon went into leader mode, "Did you already ask the guys? They didn't give you trouble, right?"

You shook your head, "I interrupted all of them."

He furrowed his eyebrows attractively. You noticed he doesn't furrow his eyebrows that often.

"What were they doing?"

You scanned up his tall body. His arms were tense, and his chest was broad. It was his cute face that didn't match. But with that furrow, it made him all the more sexier.

"Different things. I-I'll see myself out."

Jungwon laughed, "Okay. I'll see you in a bit. I'll be up there when I finish this last eight count."

You nodded and made your way to the elevator. As soon as the door closed, you dropped to the corner and rubbed through your locs in agony. "Ugh! I caught feelings in twenty seconds."

The door chimed, and you saw a random staff member and someone else walk in. You stood tall and apologized, "Sorry."

It was Taehyun from TXT.

OH MY GAWD! I just embarrassed myself band for the band.

You looked at him and bowed, "I'm so sorry, sir!"

Taehyun just stared. He didn't speak until you were 180 degrees vertical. 

"You shouldn't stress so much. You should take a day off."

You smiled, "I'm not stressed, just thinking too hard!"

The door opened. Taehyun bowed to you, and you bowed lower. "Sorry again."

Taehyun gently smiled as he walked out of the elevator. Your floor was next. You walked into your studio and flipped on the lights.

Jungwon was sitting in the dark again. "AH! Seriously Won!?"

Jungwon smiled, "Aw, you called me Won. I like Wonnie better, though." "How did you get in here before me?" 

He smiled brightly, "I took the stairs. Lazy people take the elevator."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Shut your trap and T pose for me, please." 

Jungwon followed your instructions to a T. He happily watched as you focused on his body. You rolled up his sweater and measured his waist. You jotted down your findings and dismissed him. "Alright, I'm done."

Jungwon asked, "When's the last time you had food?"

You thought, "I had coffee." Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, "That's all?"

You paused, "I've been busy tracking you down." Jungwon smiled, "Then it's my responsibility to ensure you've eaten."

As much as you wanted to smart-mouth him, you didn't. You were tired and wanted someone to take care of you. Jungwon saw your guard go down and said, "I'll drive you home after."

Your body tensed, "Nah, it's-" Jungwon smiled, "It's okay. Let's get some food and go home."

You were silent in the car. Once you started eating, your energy went up. 

Jungwon said, "You eat like a chipmunk."

You looked up with your cheeks full. Jungwon said, "It's cute." You swallowed and said, "You're cute." Jungwon laughed, "Thank you." 

He sat back and watched as you ate ravenously. "You have siblings?"

"No. It's just my mom and I."

He asked, "Really? What's it like having a cool fashion mom?" You deflected, "You have siblings?"

Jungwon laughed, "Woah, answer my question."

You started to throw a tantrum. Swinging your arms and groaning. "It's depressing."

Jungwon laughed, "I'd still like to know."

A long sigh escaped your lips, "My mom's too busy for me. I basically live in a huge mansion all alone."

Jungwon took a sushi roll from my plate, "Well, we could hang out for a few more hours."

You said without thinking, "Just come over."

You froze, he froze. 

"I'm down. Your mom gonna freak when she sees us binge-watching movies or something?"

You sighed. 

Okay, so I didn't come off the wrong way.

"She doesn't come home. She's a workaholic."

Wonnie laughed, "Okay, what do you want to watch when we get there?"

You were in front of your house. Jungwon was walking with you as you led him to your wing. You had an entire wing dedicated to yourself. 

You let him in your room, and he took a look around. "You're a music nerd too?" You leaped over and covered your vinyl collection.

"Let me see." "NO! It's embarrassing."

He pulled you out of the way and looked at it. "Holy shit. You're a K-pop nerd."

You wept, "Stop." He turned around to see your pout, "Oh. I'm sorry."

You sat on the bed, "I used to get bullied for it back in the States. They thought I only liked Asian guys. I don't."

Jungwon sat next to you, "I'm a K-pop Idol. I literally can't judge you for this." You laughed as Jungwon followed you and sat on the bed beside you. 

He said, "We can watch a movie."

It wasn't long before you were watching a movie in your bed together. There's a snack bar in your room. It's restocked every week. Jungwon was munching hard as you watched the movie together.

"You already know what the movie is about?"

I laughed, "Rango is my favorite movie."

The song played, "Rangooooo! RANGOOOOOOOoooooOOO."

Jungwon laughed, "You kinda ate that."

You burst out laughing, "Ate? Why are you using that slang."

Wonnie smiled, "It makes my fans happy."

You smiled as you watched the movie. 

The first yawn came in, and Jungwon offered, "I could leave."

You shook your head, "No, stay."

After about twenty minutes, your head was falling on his shoulder. Jungwon smiled as he watched you sleep. 

He wanted to be courteous, but you looked uncomfortable on his shoulder. He helped you onto your pillow and cuddled next to you.

You woke up to Jungwon sleeping in your bed. He had cuddled into you. You didn't want to move to stir him awake, but Wonnie was a light sleeper.

His eyes fluttered open as his grip on your hip grew tighter, "I fell asleep?"

You smiled, "It's okay. I slept like a baby."

Jungwon was already turning 90 degrees. You followed suit.

Jungwon wiped his face and looked around, "I didn't do anything crazy last night?"

You watched as the memories rushed into his head. "Not at all. I was comfy, and I felt safe." Jungwon instinctively reached for your knee. 

That tiny touch ignited a flame. You couldn't help but look down and stare. "Really? I make you feel safe?"

All you did was nod. Jungwon moved his hand quickly, "Sorry."

You wanted to grab his hand and make him touch you everywhere. Your core was throbbing. You couldn't tell if it was because you were sleepy or falling hard.

He slid out of the bed and started to stretch. You saw his shirt go up. A small sight of his v-line had you gnawing at your bottom lip.

Jungwon said, "That was some good sleep."

You watched as he checked his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed as he scrolled. You knew it was his members asking where he was.

You blurted out, "Could you come over again today?"

His eyes looked up. An intense and dangerous look, "To hang?"

His voice was deep and slow. That's how I wanted him.

You slowly nodded as Jungwon kept eye contact. It was like Jungwon was searching for an ulterior motive from you.

Jungwon responded, "I see. You get more aggravated throughout the day."

He laughed to himself. You rolled your eyes and got out of the bed. Your feet dangled from the bed as you slid down. Jungwon noticed how much shorter you've gotten without shoes.

"Wait, you're tiny." You looked up at him and crossed your arms. "Shut the hell up."

Jungwon laughed as he followed you to your bathroom. You handed him a freshly packed toothbrush and brushed your teeth together.

When you were gargling mouthwash, Jungwon asked, "Why do you want me to come over tonight?"

You choked. Jungwon was reaching over, eyes wide, as he tried to help you. You coughed into the sink as blue liquid escaped your throat.

Jungwon swatted your back, "Are you okay?" You nodded, still coughing between your breathing.

Jungwon reluctantly asked again, "Why do you want me over?"

You looked at him, not wanting to answer. You figured you'd tell the truth, "It's scary in the big house alone. I can't sleep at night, and it never feels safe here. I figured since I made a friend, you should come over."

Jungwon blushed, "Friend?" You nodded, "I think we're friends, at least."

Jungwon smiled, "In that case, I'll be over all the time."

You laughed, not taking him seriously. 

Jungwon is not a liar. He had essentially moved in. Tonight, he brought a luggage of clothes, his skincare, and a whole bunch of other shit.

"Wonnie, you..."

His cheeks dusted pink, "You called me Wonnie." You ignored that as you pointed to the mess in your room. "This is insane."

He pulled out an entire board game. "I think I have Uno in here."

You watch his eyebrows furrow. Your heart fluttered, "So sexy."

Jungwon's ears turned pink as he looked at you, "What?"

Your heart got quick as you turned away, "Nothing."

Jungwon didn't let it go. He was staring you down as you began shaking. "You think I'm sexy?" You stopped breathing for a moment.

You covered your face and let out a crazy ass scream. Jungwon flinched and then burst out laughing. You looked at him as he wiped tears from his face.

"You're crazy, Y/N-innie."

You smiled, and Jungwon finished unpacking. He gave you a stack of cards, and you shuffled them. "I declare war?"

He nodded as you gave him 26 cards. You were in sync the entire game. You both slammed cards on the carpet at the same time. You smiled as you started winning. You had to play I declare war for two aces.

You won with another ace. 

Jungwon was furrowing his eyebrows the entire time, and you felt like you were about to burst. Jungwon grabbed the three cards from his win and put them in his hands.

You laughed, "You only have three cards?" Jungwon looked at you with his eyebrow quirked. His eyes filled with so much fury. "Don't play with me, girl."

You laughed as he lost and cheered as he groaned. "You won by literal luck."

"Whatever, I still won!" You got up and started throwing gang signs up at him as a joke. Jungwon started laughing harshly. He sighed, and his eyes fell on yours.

You asked, "Wanna turn in?" He laughed, "Yeah, turn on a movie? I'll get in the shower."

Your heart quickened as he got up. The thought of him fully naked just one room away made your core ache.

He was gone in the bathroom in a minute. You had already showered before he came to your house. You cuddled into your bed as you heard him shower.

You watched him come back in with his hair wet. He sat on the edge of the bed. You grabbed his towel and dried his hair as he put on his night cream.

Jungwon turned around and threw you into a hug. You yelped as you fell onto the mattress. Jungwon snuggled into you. You inhaled your scent on him.

"Mm, you smell like me." He laughed, "I know. You smell amazing." Your body heated up.

Jungwon was watching you. How your body reacted to his touch. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the chest. It was a really intimate initiation on his part.

But Jungwon saw the way you leaned into his touch. How you reached for him. All day at work, he noticed how you'd only reach to touch him and not any other member.

He liked that. You were drawn to him. 

Jungwon can be possessive, not jealous, but a bit stern. He's stubborn and likes being told 'no' to debate his cases.

That's why he likes you. He likes invading your space until you give in. 

Sleeping in bed with him was crazy. You knew your house had plenty of rooms for him to sleep in, but you must've forgotten to mention that.

You wanted him next to you.

You poked your leg between his and fell asleep in his arms. You felt so safe and protected with him.

It was 2 AM. You were drowsy as Jungwon got up from some random alarm. You blinked as you watched him get up and pee. He brushed his teeth, and you got up with him.

He jolted out of his skin when he saw you in the doorway. "Ah!"

You laughed as you reached for your toothbrush. Jungwon said, "You scared me."

You smiled, "Now you know what it's like."

You flicked on dim lighting and brushed your teeth with him. You asked, "Do you have a shoot?"

Jungwon shook his head, "No, I have problems sleeping."

You listened as he explained, "I'm used to waking up at 3 AM to get my day started. This is out of habit. I don't have anything to do except practice."

You hugged him, "I have trouble sleeping too."

His hands wrapped around your waist. He led you back to the bed. He was cuddling you in as he spooned you. Your ass hit his crotch, and Jungwon's breath hitched. 

Jungwon was thinking of crazy shit to stop the boner from rising. You said you felt safe around him. He couldn't ruin that for you. 

You were horny too. It was definitely because of how drowsy you were feeling. Jungwon hit your soft spot, and now you want to be a sweet baby saint.

You aren't, though. 

You're new to these kinds of feelings. Before you knew it, your back end was grinding against Jungwon's boner. Your middle was aching for any release. 

Jungwon's grip on your waist was tight as he groaned in your ear. "Stop. Not like this."

You turned around to look at him. 

His eyes, which were usually soft, looked dazed. His eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight. 

"Then how?"

Jungwon shook his head, "I don't like to mess around. I like commitment." You blurted, "Me too."

Jungwon's mouth twitched as he stared at your lips.

You said, "You're tired." You looked between his lips and eyes. He knew what you were thinking. "I'm tired of hiding my feelings."

Jungwon smiled, "Let's go on a date. Friday."

You smiled, "Yeah?" "Yeah. Right now, let's sleep."

He grabbed a pillow and put it between you two. His arms were still pulling you as close as he could. You pouted, "You're putting me on horn arrest."

He laughed, "Yeah, I'll lose control. I want you to still find a safe place with me."

Friday came. You finished up Jake's outfit and called him to your office. He had no makeup and still looked gorgeous.

You thought Heeseung and Jake were the playboy type. You got to know the boys after they came for fittings. 

Both of them are simps.

Jake wore his jacket as he looked in the mirror, "This is so sexy! Y/N, how'd you make this with those leather pants?!"

I smiled, "It wasn't that hard. Do you like it?" "I love it. Engenes are gonna love this."

You laughed as he spun in the mirror. "Good, now put the pants on, and tell me how they fit."

You watched him walk into the bathroom. Jake spoke from behind the door, "What's going on with you and Jungwon?"

You were silenced. 

You heard Jake's pants drop to the ground and him buckling his jeans on. If that was Jungwon, you'd be passing out. Jake wasn't giving you the hots.

Jake walked out and asked, "Does this make my butt look big?" You stifled a laugh, "Jake baby... nothing will make your butt look big."

He pouted and said, "Pants fit great, I guess. We could add butt pads, though."

You slapped his shoulder as you laughed, "Not happening."

Jake looked over your face and then at your shirt, "Y/N."

You quirked an eyebrow, "What?" Jake's smile slowly spread as he said in English, "That's Jungwon's shirt." You looked down as he continued, "I know because I bought it when we went shopping in Milan."

Your face was on fire as you realized you wore Jungwon's shirt. That's why he was red this morning when he drove you two to work.

"I-" Jake just laughed. He patted your shoulder, "Just don't get pregnant."

You started waving your hands frantically as you rambled, "NO! I can explain! He spent the night, and we almost did. I swear! He was just over because I get lonely! We have a date today! We're not dating-"

Jake covered your mouth, "You're snitching on yourself. Stop talking."

You shuddered as the embarrassment settled in your bones. Jake laughed, "Jungwon is a private guy. He's bad at it, though. We noticed that Jungwon doesn't come home at night. He's not there in the morning, either. We noticed him pack all his essentials. We all know he's involved with someone. Now I know who."

You shook your head in worry, "Is anyone gonna be mad at me?" Jake laughed, "Why would we be? Jungwon is a grown man who can make his own decisions."

You looked up, and Jake's eyes looked so soft. "Have fun on your date. Mrs. Yang." You yelped, "Don't call me that!"

You were in the lobby. In your studio, you touched up your makeup and changed. You wanted to look nice even if you didn't know where the date was.

You didn't know what to expect from Jungwon. He's stoic, not really a PDA type. He knew you were a cuddle bug. He knew you liked to touch him, but you held back.

As Jungwon walked out wearing baggy jeans and a graphic T-shirt, your thoughts stilled. He walked over and kissed your temple sweetly, "Let's go."

He initiated the physical touch. His fingers looped with yours. Your heart was beating fast. He was just so attractive in this light. He drove you to your destination. 

It was Karaoke. 

"Eh? I didn't expect this." Jungwon smiled, "I heard you sing once, and I liked it. This is just the first part of our date, though."

You smiled as you huddled into a karaoke room. Jungwon handed you the remote, and you shook your head, "I'm embarrassed."

Jungwon looked at you carefully, "The more I get to know you, the more timid you get." You slapped him, "You're breaking down my walls."

Jungwon smiled, "Be comfortable with me. I won't judge you."

You played with your fingers, "I-I am... I'm actually a pretty quiet person."

Jungwon's eyes widened, "What?! No way!"

You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips. Jungwon's smile was full of adoration. "I love making you laugh. I feel like you don't do it often."

You thought to yourself for a moment. "Yeah, I don't." Jungwon turned to the screen. "Let's see if they have Enhypen songs."

You bit your lip. You'd have to pretend you don't know every existing K-pop song.

"WOO! I totally should not have drunk that alcohol." Jungwon laughed, "I shouldn't have ordered it for you. How dare you beg with those puppy eyes."

Jungwon pulled you back on the sidewalk as you slowly strayed toward the road.

Jungwon smiled as he watched you wobble along the sidewalk. "Drink some water, and let's get some food in you. Then we go to our last destination."

You sank in the car, and he buckled your seatbelt. You grabbed his cheek, and he let you pull it.

You whispered, "You're so handsome." Wonnie smiled, "Thank you, honey."

He kissed your forehead and got in his seat. He handed you an already-drunk water bottle. "Do you care that I drank from this?"

You grabbed the water and drank away. Jungwon went through a drive-through for burgers and drove on the highway.

"Where are we going?"

You looked at Jungwon. His smile was light. "You're gonna be super excited."

The ride was long, and your drunk ass was crossing boundaries. First, it started with grabbing Jungwon's hand. It was rough and veiny. His hand rubbed soothing circles over your soft skin.

Then you pulled away and poked his chest. It was as hard as a brick. You're not sure what came over you, but you were grabbing Jungwon's hand and placing it on your thigh. 

He checked to see what he was touching, and his face turned beat red. "Y/N! Do you want a jacket?"

You smiled, "I want you."

Jungwon looked at you like you were crazy. He said, "I knew I shouldn't have let you take a sip. That was your first time?"

You smiled, "I want you to be my first time."

Jungwon choked, "I'm turning on some music, and you close your eyes, okay?"

"Okay."

And you knocked tf out.

You regained consciousness when you were tapped. You raised your eyebrow and peeked open. "Dad?"

Jungwon laughed, "It's Daddy to you."

You jolted awake, "O-oh sorry."

You laughed it off. Jungwon sweetly smiled as he walked you into the music store. Your eyes glisten. "This is a dream."

Your fingers touched the piano, and it played. "Whoops."

The owner smiled, "Don't be afraid to play on them."

You smiled and sat down. Your fingers traced the keys. Memories flooding back to you. 

Your Dad was a huge music nerd. He taught you how to play everything. When he died, Mom changed.

You pressed a key. Then, you played a song your Dad loved to sing to you.

It was from the movie, 'The Little Prince.' You watched it with him. You actually have a secret tattoo of a box with three holes on your rib. Just a reminder.

'Turn around' played through the store as Jungwon nodded. "What's this?"

You smiled, "It's from a movie my Dad and I used to watch."

Jungwon thought, "You never talk about your Dad." You messed up the song, and Jungwon flinched. You said, "Sorry." 

Your mouth dropped, "Are those vintage guitars?"

You ran for the blue one and started strumming. "Since when do you know how to play that?" You looked at Jungwon with a soft smile. You said, "I've always known."

Jungwon laughed, "Well, I brought you here so you could buy vinyl records." You spun your head over to look at the vinyl collection. "Oh! Yes! I need some more."

You left the guitar, gently putting it back in its place. Jungwon said, "I'll pay for it. Get as many as you want."

You quirked your eyebrow, "I'm a nepo baby. I got it."

Jungwon laughed. You gripped the vinyl and embarrassingly said, "There is one I wanted to add to my collection."

Jungwon asked, "Which one?" "Yours." Jungwon's eyes lit up, "Are you an Engene?!" You shook your head, "I'm not a sasaeng or anything!" 

Jungwon smiled, "I believe you. Who's your bias?" You said, "It's Sunoo. I love him." Jungwon frowned, "What about me?" 

You kissed his cheek and walked away. Jungwon froze as he watched you walk to a different section. "You gotta be careful."

You laughed as he playfully hugged you from behind. You grabbed a vinyl and said, "I need this."

You've been dating Jungwon for three months. It was that time of year. The only time your Mom ever really spoke to you.

The anniversary of your Dad's death. 

The only man you've ever trusted and loved. He was gone and hopefully in a better place.

You bit your lip as you and your Mom sat in the living room. She was crying her heart out as she watched the videos of us on the TV.

You've never taken your Mom's working addiction to heart. You knew it was to distract from the pain. Watching her cry was so painful.

You anxiously sat there wondering what to do. You leaned into your Mom's embrace and comforted her. That's what Dad would want. He'd want you to be strong.

As you started to shake, your phone rang. "I'll be back, Mom."

Jungwon was on the other end, "Sick day?" You laughed sadly, "Hey, honey." Jungwon had so much happiness in his voice that it almost cheered you up.

"You okay? You sound sad. You want me to drop by?" You answered quickly, "No! It's okay."

Your Mom started to wail. Jungwon heard it and asked, "What's going on?" You didn't answer, "I'll be at work tomorrow, just not today."

You hung up and ran back to your Mom. She needed you.

The next day, you walked into work. You were commonly dressed up and had a perfect beat face. Today, you weren't trying.

You had your glasses on to hide the bags, a beanie to hide the undone edges, and clothes that swallowed you whole. You were holding onto your metal water bottle for dear life.

You didn't waste money on a Stanely cup, as rich as you are.

You walked into your office, getting glances from staff. You've created friends here. 

Heeseung watched you walk into your office, and it wasn't long before you heard a knock on the door. "What Hee?"

Heeseung came in and asked, "What are you wearing?"

You looked down at your outfit and back up at Heeseung. "Fuck you."

Heeseung sighed, "I'll go get Jungwon."

He turned around, but Jungwon was already walking into the studio. Jungwon looked at you with concern in his eyes. 

A comforting smile appeared on his face. He silently walked over to you and gripped you into a hug you'd never felt from him. You broke down right then and there. His grip was tight and safe.

It felt like your Dad's.

Heeseung was gone, and the door was closed. "Y/N? What's going on with you." You dismissed it, "No. It's nothing."

Jungwon pulled away. His face was critical. His eyebrows were furrowed in disappointment. "Look at you. You're not okay, honey. You're sobbing, dehydrated, and dressed down."

You cried, "It's not like that. It's just a girl thing." Jungwon laughed, "Your period starts next week."

You sniffled, "How do you know that?" Jungwon hugged you again, "What's wrong? Please tell me. I'm so worried."

You wept, "My Dad... yesterday was the day he died, and I'm still handling it."

Jungwon wiped your tears, "Yeah? Were you close?"

You nodded, "He was my Mom's soulmate."

Jungwon was calm. His eyes followed your every move, every shudder. He cupped your cheeks and whispered, "You wanna take the day off?"

Your body was hot as you cried in his embrace. You wept, "You gonna come over?" Wonnie rocked you in his arms, "Yeah, of course."

His voice was so soft and filled with affection. You looked up at him and cupped his cheeks. You kissed his lips and pulled away. Wonnie quirked his eyebrow, "Yeah. Let's go. I wanna make out in the comfort of your room."

You laughed as he dragged you to his car. It wasn't long before he was cuddling into you on the bed. His head buried in your shoulder as you dozed off carefully. 

You felt this surge of appreciation. You knew Jungwon had long and hectic days. He worked and would come over to your place and drop. 

But, he dropped everything to come see you. He kissed the shell of your ear and whispered sweet nothings. You turned into him and said, "Jungwon."

He smiled, "Yes."  Your heart quickened as you said words you never thought you'd tell anyone anytime soon.

"I love you."

He froze, eyes wide. 

He carefully flipped you under him and kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped into your mouth. He bit your bottom lip, and you gasped. He pulled away, "God. You're so adorable."

Jungwon got from on top of you. 

There was silence as you realized he didn't say it back. You opened your mouth to speak but were interrupted by the door opening.

"Y/N, do you know wh-"

You shot up as you saw your mother double-take between you two.

"Who the hell is this?" You were about to talk, but Jungwon said, "I'm Jungwon. Y/N's boyfriend. She never told you about me?"

He smirked at you. Your Mom said, "No."

Her face was slowly growing into anger. "What were you two doing?"

Jungwon smiled sweetly, "We were about to nap."

Your Mom looked at you as if this was all bullshit. "Yeah? Why don't you join us for dinner tonight?"

Jungwon shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I'd love to meet you officially."

Your Mom was giving you the kind of stare she did before beating your ass. You said bluntly, "Mom, we weren't having sex."

She responded with sas, "Well, I would hope so! Get your ass downstairs. Jungwon, stay here."

You got out of the bed reluctantly. Your feet touched the ground, and you felt nerves flutter.

"Okay."

Jungwon smiled at you. You knew he was gonna tease you for this later. You got into the hallway, and to your surprise, your mother was beaming.

"You little nigga!"

You laughed out of disbelief, "H-huh?"

Your Mom punched your arm, "Jungwon? How long have you two been dating?"

You asked, confused, "Mom? Why aren't you mad?"

Her face fell a little. You watched as she said, "I'm not here for you. I know I'm not, and I can't promise I'll be there in the future. I'm happy you found someone to help with the pain."

You blinked, and anger slowly boiled in your stomach. "What do you mean? You're not even gonna try?"

Your Mom's face dropped, "I- Of course I will."

You shut her down, "No, Mom. I don't want to hear it." That was the first time you've slightly snapped on your Mom.

Her eyes softened, "I'm sorry." You shook your head, "No. You admitted that you don't want to try to get better. You're glad Jungwon is here because you don't feel like being supportive of your own daughter."

Your Mom furrowed her eyebrows, "AYE! You listen to me! I have been working my goddamn ass off every single fucking day for you! Do you think this house keeps up by itself?! Your Dad was the breadwinner, not me. He was the musician! You aren't gonna sit here and blame me! I'm human, and I lost the love of my goddamn life! I'm a single mother and don't know how to navigate!"

Her breathing became irregular, "You don't know how much I do for you. I try so hard, I cry every morning, and work through it because I can't stand to think about how much pain you're in."

She gripped both your wrists with passion. "I love you! You hear that?! So I made fucking dinner, invite your damn boyfriend."

She stormed off. You didn't know how to feel. She invalidated your feelings and validated them at the same time.

You held in a sob as you walked back into the room. "Okay."

Jungwon looked at you worriedly, "She beat your ass?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "You were listening anyway."

He laughed and pulled you into a hug, "I was."

Wonnie kissed your head, "Let's get you cleaned up, snot face. You've been crying all day."

You laughed pathetically in his arms.

Dinner was awkward that day. A lot of unearthed feelings were radiating from the dinner table. 

Your Mom says I love you too much while Wonnie hasn't said it.

It's confusing you. That dinner was a week ago. It was time to confront the problems. 

Jungwon would come over frequently. It wasn't an issue for your Mom. It was an issue for you, though. You knew that she knew Jungwon was there. She knows you two were canoodling and doesn't care to check.

Now, you purposely invite him when she's not there. You feel like you have to sneak him in.

As for Jungwon, you hadn't mentioned the 'I love you' situation. You were annoyed by his silence but scared he'd run.

Unfortunately, you need him right now.

It was the day you finished Ni-ki's outfit. He was telling you it fit as you spaced off. You were used to him being a yapper. Ni-ki actually talks so much.

It's insane.

When Ni-ki put his hand in your face, you realized you spaced off. You snapped back to reality, "What?"

Your attitude is loud and clear. Ni-ki said, "Nevermind, your shit sucks."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What were you talking about?" Ni-ki sighed, "Nothing. Why are you so quiet today?"

I smiled sarcastically, "Because you've been so talkative. I didn't know this was conversation."

Jungwon knocked on the door. Both of you turned as he walked in. Jungwon was dressed in his usual clothes. 

He greeted Ni-ki, "Hey."

Jungwon scooted past Ni-ki and gave you a hug. "Hi, honey."

You responded, "Hi, babe."

Jungwon sat in the second chair, and you and Ni-ki looked at him. "What?" Jungwon asked. You blinked as you looked at Ni-ki.

Ni-ki said, "Nothing. You just interrupted our argument."

Jungwon waved his hand, "continue."

Ni-ki happily obliged, "Anyways. You don't talk about anything important."

You rolled your eyes, "Recite everything you just talked about then."

Ni-ki stopped to think. When Ni-ki had no response, you said, "Exactly."

Jungwon laughed, "You two argue a lot." You balled your fist at Ni-ki, "He's my arch nemesis."

Ni-ki rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom to change. You turned to Jungwon, "What's up, babe?"

He shrugged, "Nothing, today is just not my day. I'm tired."

You understandingly smiled. This week, Jungwon wouldn't be there when you woke up and to cuddle you at night. 

You know he came over at some point. He's just been too busy to stay for long. He was making time for you. But it'd always felt rushed.

Ni-ki walked out in his saggy ass pants. You threw a pencil at his buttcrack, "Pull your fucking pants up, loser." Ni-ki flicked you off and walked into the hallway. 

His ass probably went to go freak dance with his girlfriend.

(OT7 Dancing for Enhypen link Here. Sorry, shameless plug) 

You turned back to Jungwon and let your fingers interlock. "Let's go home, yeah?"

He nodded quietly as you two left the building together. You got in his car and watched him closely. His blinking was slower than usual.

You weren't used to your boyfriend like this. He's usually in an upbeat mood. Not today.

When you entered your wing, he said, "I'm gonna nap. I have a schedule tomorrow at 4 AM."

You pouted as you stood on your tippy toes. You ran your fingers through Jungwon's hair for comfort.

"You seem tired." Jungwon cupped your face, his eyes low, "I'm exhausted. Can I hold you until I fall asleep?"

You nodded.

It wasn't long before Jungwon was lying in your bed, arm wrapped around you as he cuddled into your neck.

His sleep was heavy. You stayed up to watch Run Jin because he appeared in an episode.

You were laughing silently until his manager called. You watched Jungwon groan and answer the phone, "Hello?"

You only heard Jungwon's half of the conversation. The next thing you know, Jungwon was up and smiling.

You smiled at him, "What, baby?"

Jungwon said, "Guess what!?" You were giggling now, "What?"

He slumped down and kissed you. It was deep, intimate, and passionate. 

The way his hands grabbed your cheeks and pulled you close.

Jungwon was the one to pull away and said, "I got the day off tomorrow. My photo shoot got canceled because the photographer quit."

You laughed, "Wow, what good luck."

Jungwon was excitedly cheering as he kissed you again. You didn't miss how he tilted his head to get better access.

You didn't miss how tight his grip was on your hips. As he slowly pushed himself on top of you, you pushed him away.

"What's gotten into you!"

He laughed, "I get to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend. I'm excited."

You gave him another peck and said, "I have a question."

Jungwon nodded his head at you.

He pulled away to sit beside you, and you scooted to the headboard.

"Remember the day you met my mom?"

Jungwon asked, "Last month?"

You nodded and looked into his eyes. You wanted to know if he could guess what you were about to say. There was no twinkle in his eye.

You said, "I told you I love you, and you didn't say it back." Jungwon jumped. His eyes widened as he looked at you, "I didn't?"

You moped, "And you haven't said it since. You don't have to tell me you love me, but It's scary that you haven't even talked about it."

Wonnie pulled you on his lap and cupped your cheeks, "I love you. I'm sorry, I must've forgotten to tell you. I really do love you."

You pouted, "But how could you forget something like that?"

Jungwon frowned, "I don't know."

You blurted, "Then show me how much you love me."

Jungwon kissed you softly and cuddled you, "I will."

You and Jungwon have made it to the five-month mark. You two were still yet to have sex.

There was a lot of heated tension growing between you two. You'd try to start something at night, but he'd always stop you.

Kisses would get too heated, cuddle sessions got too horny, and driving would get too touchy-feely.

You knew it was because he was tired, but there was also something underlying.

He probably thinks you're not ready.

You have a nervous laugh problem. When you'd initiate intimacy, you'd start laughing. Jungwon probably thinks you're joking around.

You weren't.

Now you're texting his phone ominously.

.

.

.

You

Baby we need to talk

🫧Wonnie🫧

What did I do???

You

It's actually kinda serious and about our relationship... can we meet at my place after work?

🫧Wonnie🫧

Yeah ofc

🫧Wonnie🫧

Did I do something wrong?

You

No not at all!! You're perfect😚😚😚😚

🫧Wonnie🫧

Okay so you're not breaking up with me?

You

No baby

🫧Wonnie🫧

THANK GAWD OMG😫

🫧Wonnie🫧

I ALMOST DIED LAWD JESUS

🫧Wonnie🫧

In the middle of our En 'o clock shoot is CRAZY

🫧Wonnie🫧

I literally yelled cut and ran off set and all the boys are worried now

🫧Wonnie🫧

can't be doing that shit omg😭

You

I'M SORRY! YOU SHOULD KNOW I WOULDN'T WANNA BREAK UP WITH U EVER BRUH

You

LOCK IN

🫧Wonnie🫧

I'm locked and loaded bruv

You

😭😭😭😭

🫧Wonnie🫧

ok I love you and I'll see you around 11

You

I love you too MWAH xoxoxoxo i'l see you

.

.

.

Now you wait. When you sent that message, It was 8 AM. Now you had to wait 15 hours until he got home.

You did a lot of bullshit. You styled some clothes for Hongjoong, answered text messages, went to the grocery store with your Mom, and cleaned your room. Shit, you even played the SZA album!

It was only 4 PM.

You still had 6 hours to go. 

You decided to take a nap. What's the worst that could happen other than fucking up your sleep schedule?

You slept six and a half hours only to wake up to Jungwon watching you sleep.

Jungwon said, "What time did you sleep last night?"

You shook your head, "I went to sleep with you."

Jungwon kissed your forehead and cuddled into bed with you. "Your Mom was cooking and asked if you wanted anything."

You shook your head, "The nap filled me up."

He smiled, "Oh yeah?"

He kissed your cheek. You turned around to cuddle into his chest, and your breathing softened. Jungwon felt so safe. He was strong, possessive, and protective.

Sometimes, he got jealous of his own members. But he never took that out on you. He was so soft with you, so cuddly.

You were his human.

Your eyes started to shut again as your mind fogged. Jungwon's hands went lower as he gripped your waist.

His fingers played with the idea of grabbing your ass.

You asked, "What time did you get here?" You yawned. Jungwon tenderly spoke, "I got here around 8. The shoot finished early. I ended up having a meal with your Mom."

You pouted, "You waited for me to wake up?"

He nodded, "Yeah. What'd you wanna talk about?"

You slid your leg between him, getting closer to his warmth. "Why haven't we had sex yet? It's been five months."

Jungwon said softly, "I wasn't aware that you wanted to have sex."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Remember the time I started humping you when we were making out? When I touched you in the car? Jesus, I literally feel you up every chance I get. I shove my hand up your shirt and unbuckled your belt."

Jungwon laughed, "You weren't kidding around? Wow. In that case, we can get to it right now."

You jolted as you looked up at him. Jungwon's eyes went dark. His smile and dimple didn't help.

Your boyfriend was always cute, but not right now.

He was sexy. He was masculine.

His breath was heavy as he said, "Wanna make out? See where it goes?"

You nodded shyly. Jungwon flipped you on to him. Now, you were on his lap as he straddled your hips.

"Wonnie, wait."

Jungwon pulled your arm so you'd fall into his chest. He kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped past your lips. When he pulled away, you let out a breathy moan.

"Ha~"

Jungwon was as hard as a rock. You pressed your forehead against his. Jungwon asked, "What? What do you want me to wait for?"

You closed your eyes as you confessed, "You'd be my first."

Jungwon kissed your neck, and you whimpered. Never has he kissed that far down before.

He kept it PG with you. You've never seen him look at you with such hungry eyes before. Jungwon let go of your arm, and his hands traveled to your ass.

His grip was rough as he squeezed. You felt your flesh jiggle back in place as he pulled away. His kisses were soft on your collarbone. 

You bit your lip as his hands lifted your shirt.

"I'm supposed to be your one and only." Jungwon looked at you seriously. You shuddered.

Jungwon lifted his shirt, and you took in his bare chest. Your breath hitched as you took in his broad shoulders. His muscles led to his neck.

You loved the way his arms flexed when he gripped your hips tighter.

You said, "You are." Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? Can you take off your shirt for me?"

You nodded. Wonnie's voice was so soft, but his eyes were so dangerous.

You pulled off your shirt, and Jungwon pulled you to his chest. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungwon said, "Don't be nervous. You can tell me to stop whenever you want, and I will."

You looked at his beat red ears. You could tell Jungwon was serious when he said that. You only nodded. 

Jungwon cupped your cheek. His thumb played with your bottom lip. He said, "Say it. I need spoken consent." You smiled, "I want you."

He needily groaned as he inched closer for another kiss. You jerked back and said, "You say it."

Jungwon sighed, kissing your earlobe, "Say what?"

You said, "Those three words that make me crazy."

Jungwon laughed lightly in your ear. His breath was hot against your burning ears. His voice was quiet. He whispered, "I love you, baby."

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he kissed your chest. Now, you were at the foot of the bed as he topped you. His hand slid under your bra as he played with your tits.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched him kiss your chest. He took your bra off, and your boobs popped out.

You instinctively tried to cover yourself. Jungwon's fast reflexes grabbed your wrists. He quirked an eyebrow.

Your stern boyfriend said, "Let me see you."

His eyes looked at your breast and back up at you.

Jungwon was careful as he lifted your arms above your head. He kissed your nipples, and soon he was taking your tits in his mouth.

Your moan was unexpected. You didn't expect it to sound so needy. Jungwon stared at you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt his tongue swirl around your nipple, and you felt your core starting to ache.

Something about the way he was looking at you, the way he was groaning a little himself.

You were TURNED ON.

You felt your hips start to rock, and Jungwon pushed your hips against the mattress. "Not yet, baby."

You whimpered as he played with your hard nipples. Jungwon started kissing down your stomach, sucking.

He had already left a hickey on your chest and neck. You were sure he was gonna leave more all over your stomach.

His finger played with your clothed core.

You gasped, feeling good. You whimpered as Wonnie's fingers hooked into your shorts. He pulled them down and replaced your clothes with kisses.

Jungwon took your panties off with the shorts. You heard them plop to the ground. His hungry breath tickled your bud.

Your hands traveled to his hair as you scrubbed his scalp. Jungwon looked up at you, "You ever masturbated before?"

You nodded, "Plenty of times."

Jungwon asked, "Anything bigger than your fingers?"

You shook your head, "I'm scared too."

He let out a long sigh. You felt like you were burdening him with this responsibility.

That changed when his mouth connected with your core. You gasped from the feelings.

Jungwon's tongue traced around your bud before sucking down harshly. You moaned loudly. Jungwon smiled against your clit.

You felt his tongue swipe between your folds as he tongued you.

His tongue is going in your hole. You pushed his head closer as he kissed your clit.

You whined when he pulled away. His hand gripped your thigh as the other one teased your opening.

You felt your pussy clench as you ached for his friction.

Jungwon stuck a singular finger inside of you. His mouth kissed around your thighs softly.

Your eyes rolled behind your eyelids as your felt him suck on a sensitive spot on your inner thigh.

After he left about ten hickeys in your thighs, his mouth was back to your pussy. He said against your core, "You taste good, honey."

You begged, "I need more."

Jungwon added another digit and picked up his pace. Your hips started to grind against him. The pain from his second finger melted into pleasure.

You said, "I can handle another finger."

Jungwon looked up at you. His eyes were so dark. "Yeah?"

You innocently nodded as you felt him stick a third finger inside your hole.

Your eyes squeezed shut in pain, but you took it. Jungwon said, "I'm bigger than these three fingers, honey."

You moaned again.

His tongue flicked your clit. His fingers stayed still in you until he felt you clench around his fingers again. He started moving inside of you.

You felt the stretch as he moved faster and faster. "Fuck."

You don't remember if it was you or him who said that.

You only remember the pleasure that coursed through your stomach. You started to shake. You confessed, "I'm gonna cum."

Jungwon smiled and said, "Cum for me, baby."

He started getting rougher as your climax came. It wasn't long before you were cumming around his fingers. He watched your face in fascination. 

His dick hardened more as he watched the way your eyebrows upturned. The way you moaned his name, your chest rising and falling at a quick pace.

He pulled his fingers out and watched your cum flow out.

Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? I made you feel that good?"

You whimpered. Jungwon was back on your lips. His mouth messily caught around yours. His tongue swiped across yours as you heavily breathed. He kissed your cheeks and asked, "You ready?"

You wrapped your legs around his waist and said, "Can I catch my breath."

He let his body weight fall on you. You let out a calm breath. Jungwon said, "Your heartbeat is fast."

You whined, "I'm nervous."

Jungwon kissed your collarbone. 

After a minute or two passed, you got your breathing regular. Jungwon's bare and warm chest rose and fell against yours. The weight of a grown man grounded you.

You said, "I'm ready."

Jungwon said, "You'll be okay. I'll be gentle."

You let him go and watched as he unbuttoned his pants. His pants dropped. You saw how hard he was through his boxers. It looked huge.

You watched as he pulled it out. His veins protruded, and white cream spilled out his tip. He finally whined, "Ha~ You look so cute."

You let out a calm breath. Jungwon inched closer as he tortured himself with your folds.

The friction of his dick rubbing against your clit caused a whine.

Jungwon said, "You're gonna be so tight."

You felt him slide himself into your hole. Your grip on his arm tightened from the pain. Jungwon was right.

He's so much bigger than three fingers.

He was slow as he pushed himself into you. He didn't stop until his tip brushed against your G-spot.

Your heart beat out of your chest. You've never been this close to anyone before.

Jungwon kissed your cheeks and sweetly said, "Tell me when to move, baby." You nodded as your eyes shut. His dick was throbbing inside you.

You knew it was taking a lot of self-restriction to stop from fucking into you. You took a slow breath, "Move."

Jungwon moved slowly. Your breaths were shaky as you tried to ease the pain.

Jungwon kissed your neck, and it helped with the pain strangely.

You let his thrust get rougher because you liked it. You liked how his dick gently hit against the gummy spot.

You were all whimpers. Jungwon babbled, "Shit, you feel so good. So tight. God, I fucking love you." His fingers rubbed soft circles over your clit. His thrusts were sharp. You wrapped your legs around him, and he cried, "Fuck. Taking me so well."

His eyes darkened as he looked you in the eyes, "You're mine."

He kissed you deeply. It was messy. Your pussy clenched around him. "Shit. S-so tight."

His hips rolled into you, and you felt this knot in your stomach. You said, "F-faster."

You were whimpering and moaning in his ear. Jungwon's hips were moving on their own. His hips went faster, rougher. 

Your pussy starts to squelch, his hips colliding with yours, causing a sound of impact.

Your back began to arch as you felt him hit into your G-spot again. It was harder than before.

You felt him move it further back, and you cried, "I'm gonna cum."

You started to shake. Your pussy clenched around Jungwon's dick as you began to cum and squirt. Jungwon moaned, "Fuck. You're squirting."

You were whimpering as Jungwon fucked you through your orgasm. You couldn't think. His thumb rubbed slowly against your clit.

Jungwon slid out and rubbed himself to a climax. He came in his hand and sighed. His grunts as he flowed through his orgasm were so hot.

He walked into your bathroom, and you heard the water run.

He came back with a warm rag and wiped you down. It wasn't long before he was cuddling into you. He said, "Let's go on a date tomorrow."

You nodded as you yawned. 

The next day, you realized your boyfriend was a freak.

He took you to an expensive restaurant and dressed you in a dark red dress that barely covered your ass.

Do you know why?

So he could stare at the hickey's he left on your neck and inner thighs.

That night ended with more sex. He was between your legs for hours. You went five rounds when he finally ached to drill into you.

Jungwon was relentless. He told you how to position yourself and didn't stop even when you couldn't take it anymore.

Jungwon was stern in the bedroom, and it was hot. It was your favorite thing to watch his eyebrows furrow as he gripped your thighs and pulled you back in.

You loved to watch him say 'no.' 

You loved him.

Ma-ki Fan Fiction on May 18th

[breathinlove]

airport crush ellie williams drabble

read this

cw: none?? js cuteness and v poor writting.

u are both coming back for school after spring break? she had missed her friends and dad. for u, u js wanted to take ur summer clothes to uni.

this cute girl stares at u in line for the boarding... are u actually gonna be sitting in the same plane as her? she might faint!!! mmm she's staring and u can feel her green eyes burning the back of your neck so u turn around and she TRIES to be subtle and look somewhere else. u fucking grin, she's lowkey scared of u... u are sooo pretty!!! someone help her!!!

u are both getting on the plane and she doesn't know if she wants u to sit next her or if that's the last thing she wants... but naturally, since u are soooo lucky u got sat in the front line next to an arrogant lil man and his teenage son. how lovely!!! ellie on the other hand, got sat next to A MOTHER W A BABY??? god it was boutta be a flight.

when u looked around, she looked at u as if ud known each other for ages and mouthed "save me" so u mouthed "save me" god u hadn't even said hi to each other, she was embarrassed but... u went along w it so.

u were thinking, and sure the mother was comfortable back there but u remembered when ur aunt had ur cousin she asked to sit at the front lines. when ellie saw u getting up her eyes shined, like actually, she looked like an anime character right there. u fought ur awkwardness and started talking to the mother sat next to ellie.

"excuse me, would u wanna sit in first line? there's much more space for u and ur baby's stuff. u'd probably be way more comfortable." oh, u were such a sweetheart, ellie is inlove w u already.

the lady actually took the offer. she thanked u and gave u a lil shoulder caress. u both exchanged seats and well everyone's happy i guess!

not everyone, ellie's scared.

she's sat next to this sweet caring selfless girl, who happens to be soooo sooo soooooo pretty. she's terrified and she thinks she might be feeling more than js butterflies in her stomach.

"hi..." she mutters. "saved us both right there."

"sure did." u smiled, putting ur seat belt on, she forgot those... she started putting it on immediately. u chuckled and told her ur name.

"that's pretty, i'm williams, i mean, i'm ellie williams. mmm erm, just ellie." she, is, adorable.

"that's real long and pretty." she dropped her head in embarrassment. "where are u going, ellie?"

she coughed and started talking about going back to college and u kinda yelled "same!", bro why was this convo the most embarrassing ever?(,#&@&@ turns outtttttt u went to the same college!!! wowza...

"no way." she deadpaned.

"yes way, ellie..." u giggled and so did she.

u 2 talked ab ur majors and shit, nothing crazy but ellie was js so cutesy likeeee omg she's so awkward she's kind of a nerd :((( she tried acting cool tho but u were js so pretty and nice she got shy.

she couldn't believe u actually fell asleep while u 2 watched the exact same movie on ur tiny screens... 30m in. she had js met u and she got the honor of seeing u peacefully sleeping. u were outrageously embarrassed when u woke up at the end of the flight tho.

ellie asked for ur number before u even left the plane, thinking you'd would say goodbye then. but... u still had to go all the way out of the airport and grab a taxi. it was awkwardly silent, saying bye and walking side by side for like 6 minutes before she got closer and said "i guess not goodbye." what kind of sentence is that???

u talked ab music and u found out ellie played guitar, u were so happy ab it?? she didn't get why but she felt cool and mentioned she had her own songs and u beggedddddd to listen to them. bro she js thought u were so attractive SOMEONE SHOOT HERRRRR RN. u thought the exact same... like... u play guitar AND write ur own songs??

talked and talked until u both found a taxi, because when she found one, she decided to leave it for u but u wanted her to have it, so u both idiots let someone else have it and waited till 2 taxis were available??^÷×&*!*@

after getting home u waited for a text from her, dying to hear from her. you got it!!!

[beentobeetle]

MATVEY LORE DUMP TIME ❗️❗️❗️❗️

Matvey Peter Gayle was born into the streets of New York City to a single mother by the name Natalia in 1899. Raised by other hobos and wanderers, Matvey grew up quick, mean and sharp. In 1907, his mother passed away due to illness, leaving Matvey on his own to be brought up by whoever was willing to let him tag along.

Unfortunately for Matvey, he turned 18 just in time to be tossed into the Great War, spending the first 2 years of his ‘free life’ under fire and cornered in trenches. Somehow, he made it through with only a few bullet grazes on his leg, and a couple new deep-seated fears ingrained in his head.

1920 comes to be an interesting year. In the winter, only a few days before Christmas, Matvey is mistaken for a rat of a local big-time speakeasy. The old owner of the place, thinking Matvey spilled on the location of his place and got it shut down, sends some workers on Matvey, beating him in an alleyway until his subsequently. erm. dies.

But, of course, that doesn’t exactly work out. Cold, bloody, and starving, Matvey assumes this is his end — and it’s one he’d honestly been looking for. He wanted to go in the mud — it’s where he was born, anyways, so it only felt right. But there’s a reason he’d survived for so long.

Shub-Niggurath herself, an old God Matvey had so little knowledge of, had been taking pity on him for years, since his very birth. So, now, when he truly needs her most, she reveals herself to him, giving him a blessing of life, and imbuing a small part of herself within his soul. He wakes up, believing it all to be a dream — and, suddenly, his past feels very faint, and very very far behind him.

With this newfound drive, Matvey decides enough is enough. He moves to Arkham in 1921, making friends with a man named Eddie, who helps him in getting a job as a mechanic — even taking it upon himself to get Matvey the knowledge and skill he requires.

Along with this, Matvey begins a small side-gig as a private reporter, taking note of all the strange happenings within Arkham, pushing for interviews with those he believes deserves to have their voices heard, and doing what he can to give a hand to those around him. He knows what life can be like — how truly unbearable and hard things can be — and he’d rather not have a hand in that.

By 1934, Matvey has made plenty a name for himself in Arkham. He’s well liked, well trusted, and moderately well known. It can’t all last for very long, though. Eddie and one Peter Yang are found dead in an office building, both supposedly murdered by a man named Arthur Lester. No one’s sure what to do — so Matvey makes a decision.

He sets off to find Arthur, determined to bring justice for Eddie, Parker, and all those in Arkham — what Matvey wasn’t prepared for was the absolute SHIT SHOW of a trail Mr. Lester seems to be leaving behind. Much less the cults, and The Horrors, and the PTSD, and —

Ok I hope this makes sense heehee uhhh I feel like there’s more but I can’t think of anything rn … ask questions if you have any teehee ok bye

[resident-gay-bitch]

Defiance & Desire

18+ wolfstar drabble

James and Sirius sit cross legged on the floor of their dormitory, quill and parchment between them, and lolly wrappers scattered around. 

Sirius taps his chin, listening as James reads out everything on the list so far; all things that would absolutely piss his mother off and have her rolling into an early grave if she ever found out about them. 

There are a lot of things on this list so far. 

“How about… mooning the crowd at the next quidditch match?” Sirius suggests. 

James bursts out laughing, “Merlin, Sirius. That will have Dumbledore rolling into an early grave.” 

“Good.” Sirius grinned. 

“What would Minnie say?” 

“Erm, probably… detention for the rest of my life.” He chuckled, “Oh, Minnie…. Love her.” 

James cracked a bright smile and wrote it down. 

“What else?” Sirius hummed, “I need as many as possible. It betters the chances of them getting back to her.”

“Erm…” James thought for a moment, fixing his glasses, “You could… oh, shag a muggle born… or like, a halfblood or something?” 

Sirius nodded, “Yeah, that’s good… I mean, I’ve done it, but I suppose I could do it a few more times.” 

“Oh, yeah…” James grumbled, forgetting about Sirius’ history with girls, “Ooh, you could shag a bloke. That would really send her.” 

Sirius’ eyes widened, “A bloke?” 

James nodded, “Yeah, like, ya know…” He shrugged, “I’d offer but I’m a happily committed man, Sirius.”

“Hmm.” Sirius bit his lip, thinking about it for a moment, “Add it to the list, I’ll consider it.”

James grinned and hurried to scribble it down, “Shagging… a criminal would work too… that also goes under the category of becoming a criminal. Because, you know, conspiring with them and all that.”

“Ooh, yeah, I’d shag a criminal.” 

“Or like… a creature or something.”

“I’m not shagging an animal, James.” 

James laughed, “No! Like… like a vampire or something, you know? Or a werewolf.” 

“Oh, yeah.” Sirius nodded, “That could be cool.”

“Yeah… hot, right?” 

Sirius shrugged, “Erm, I suppose. I like the muggle vampire romance books, so…”

James sighed and wrote it down, “Oh, look at that.” He hummed to himself, his tone a little playful, a little curious, “A halfblood, criminal… a creature, a bloke…” He chuckled, “You could just shag Moony.” 

“Moony?” Sirius asked, looking down at the parchment. 

James shrugged, “You’d be killing like, four birds with one stone. Your mother would be beside herself.” He laughed, “Ah, I’m just playing fun, Sirius. Obviously you’re not gonna go shag Moony. It’s not like you’re both gay or anything.” 

Sirius nodded his head, “Yeah, it would be funny though.” 

“Yeah.” James sighed, looking back at the parchment, “Ooh! Let the girls do your makeup and go have dinner in the Great Hall in a dress.” 

Sirius gasped, “Oh, James, you’re brilliant!” 

☆ ★ ☆

Sirius swings lazily on his chair, one leg propped up on his bedside table and the other just his toes touching the ground. His hair is tied back all messily, and he’s got his tie loose around his neck and a few buttons on his shirt undone. He’s humming to himself, watching the record spin and spin and spin on the table until it comes to a scratchy stop. 

With an effortless swish of his wand, the record lifts itself up and slots itself away into the Ziggy Stardust sleeve on the shelf. And then he groans, throwing his head back and exposing his long pale neck. 

Remus is going insane. 

“I’m so bored.” He whines, “Why’d she have to make my detention so late?”

“To further punish you, I suppose.” James shrugged. 

“You know, you should be thanking me. If I didn’t take the fall for you, Prongsie Boy, you’d be the bored one right now.” 

“And I’ll forever be greatful for it, shnookums.” James laughs, bouncing over to kiss Sirius sloppily on his forehead. 

Sirius yelps and nearly falls out of his chair, swatting James away, “You’re disgusting.”

“No, you are.” James says, tapping Sirius on the end of his nose like a sappy couple would, going back and forth about who’s cuter. 

Sirius rolls his eyes and smiles anyway. 

“I’ll see ya later.” James calls, “Gotta go do my rounds with Lily.” 

“Bye.” Sirius waves, and goes back to his chair swinging. 

Remus barely mutters his goodbye as he watches, and James laughs to himself as he leaves. 

It’s just them two now. Alone. In their dorm. James out for the next few hours, Peter no doubt distractedly talking with the girls for hours on end. Remus should go down and join them, he said he would, but… well, right now he’d rather watch Sirius swing on his chair. 

Besides, Sirius has to leave for his detention soon, so he can join them later. 

Sirius huffs and a shiny strand of hair flies up out of his face. It slowly settles back down, and then Sirius blows it back up into the air again. He does this a few more times, until it falls off the side of his face and out of reach, and Remus watches, entranced the whole time. 

“Moonshine?” Sirius asks, eyes squinting as he looks out the window. He’s tracking a bird as it loops around the sky. 

“Yes?” Remus squeaks out, then clears his throat and deepens his voice, “Uh, I mean, yes?” 

Sirius shrugs, “Would you ever be interested in shagging?” 

Remus feels his cheeks go red, “What?”

“Shagging?” Sirius asks, turning to look at Remus, and it’s mortifying, “Like, sex… fucking… you know?”

“Ah… yes?” Remus nods, “Yes, I’d be… I mean, who isn’t interested in sex?” He laughs nervously.

“Erm… me, I suppose.” Sirius sighs, looking back up at the roof, “I mean, I do it a lot I suppose- or, well, not that much. But, you know, more than you or Pete and the girls and stuff.”

“Right.” Remus nods.

“But I mean, it’s not that great. You know, if I never shagged again, I wouldn’t care.” 

“Really?” He asks, curious. 

“Yeah, I mean, sure, girls are gorgeous and all but… eh, you know?” 

Remus swallows, “Eh?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, “It’s just… slimey down there. And like… I don’t understand the whole boob thing. I guess… I ‘spose it’s not really normal, so I just ignore it. But I don’t go out of my way to shag a girl unless she asks, you know?” 

“Sure…” Remus says, because he very much knows- or, well, not really. He knows he wouldn’t shag a girl no matter what, because he doesn’t like girls. So he gets that, but he doesn’t really understand if Sirius is implying the same circumstance or not. 

“Have you ever shagged anyone, Remus?” 

“No.” He swallows, “Never.”

“Oh…” Sirius nods, “But you want to?”

“Yes.” Remus nods back. 

Sirius seems to think about this for a moment, humming to himself in quiet contemplation, and Remus just watches. He has no idea what he’s feeling right now, other than downright confused and so fucking intrigued. 

“Would you ever shag me?” 

Remus chokes. He starts coughing and spluttering, cheeks red and eyes wide, “Sorry?” 

Sirius shrugs, “Sorry.” He laughs, “Didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that. But would you ever shag me?” 

“I… I mean…” Remus rubs his forehead, “I’m… I don’t…”

“Just, you know how James and I are finding things to piss my mother off?” 

“Yeah…?” 

“Well, we thought it would be good if I shagged a bloke, and a creature… a criminal, and like… a halfblood.” Sirius smiled, “You’re an unregistered half blood werewolf with a cock, so-“

“Bloody hell, Sirius.” Remus looks at him, absolutely gobsmacked. Lily will go crazy when he tells her about this conversation. “I mean… what?” 

Sirius shrugged, “I mean, it’s not like I’m gay or anything. I just know it would piss her off.”

Well, that’s disappointing. 

“So yeah, do you wanna shag?”

“Are you serious?” 

Sirius smirked. 

“I- no.” He scoffed, laughing into his hands as he hid behind them, “Are you genuinely asking me to fuck, right now, Sirius?”

“Yeah…” Sirius smiled, “Just a bit of fooling around. It doesn’t have to mean anything, and I know we’re both not gay so it’s cool. It doesn’t have to be weird.” 

“Right.” Remus nods, because he’s not gay, no, not at all. 

“Besides, imagine the bragging rights.” 

“Sorry?” Remus hummed. 

“Well, I can say I’ve fucked a werewolf, and a criminal, which is… pretty cool.” He grinned, “And you can say you’ve fucked Sirius Black.”

“Oh, you cocky bastard.” Remus groaned. 

Sirius laughed, “Imagine it, one of those girls in the halls bragging to their friends about how I’ve been inside them- and what, you’d just be able to say you’ve been inside me! Something they’d never be able to say.”

Remus’ eyebrows furrowed, “I’d be inside you?”

“Well, yeah.” Sirius shrugged, “Oh, unless you prefer it the other way around. I just think I’d prefer if you fucked me, is all.” 

Remus’ brain is short circuiting. He’s beginning to question whether or not Sirius is as straight as he claims. 

“When you said shag, I assumed you mean handjobs.” 

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, looking a little disappointed actually, “Oh, yeah, we can… we can just do handjobs if you want.” 

“Erm, no that’s okay.” Remus cleared his throat, “I can… I can, erm, do that, if you’d like.” 

“Oh, Moons, you don’t have to just do it if you don’t want. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Sirius smiled, so, so prettily.

“No, it’s okay, yeah, I’d…” Remus looked away for a moment, unable to believe he was actually having this conversation, “I’ll fuck you.”

“Oh, brilliant.” Sirius grinned, “You’re really the best, Remus. Like, my favorite person in the world. Mother will be so pissed if she ever found out- and don’t worry, I’m not just gonna go tell her. It’s just the idea of it.” 

“Right.” Remus nods. 

“So, erm… I’ve got detention, so we can’t do it now… how about tonight?” 

“To-“ Remus stops himself mid sentence and looks at Sirius aghast, “You’re just… yeah, okay, yeah.” 

Sirius hummed, “James will have his date thing in the astronomy tower by the time I get back from detention so… we just have to get Peter out of the room somehow.”

“Leave it to me!” Remus says, “I’ve got… I’ll figure it out. I’m… yeah, we’re good mates so I’ll sort it.”

“Oh, Moonbeam, you really are the best.” Sirius smiles, hopping up out of his chair and bouncing over to pet Remus on the top of his head, “Really, I owe you big time.” 

“Yeah.” Remus blushed and ducked his head, watching Sirius waltz out of the room, humming a happy tune. 

☆ ★ ☆

“Holy shit guys, I just…” Remus plops himself down on the couch between Mary and Marlene. Lily is sitting on the floor against Mary’s legs and Pete’s sitting across from her, they’re playing snap. “I… I think I’m gonna have sex with Sirius.”

All four of them went dead silent, turning slowly to look at him. 

Remus swallows and looks up, “He wants to piss of his parents and… apparently secretly having sex with me is the perfect way to do that?”

“What?” Peter gasps. 

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly, Wormy.” Remus muttered, “Erm, we’re gonna shag tonight… he wants… he wants me to shag him, tonight.” 

“Merlin…” Lily grins looking up at him, “Oh, Remus!”

Remus bites his lip, blushing, “Pete… you reckon you can clear the room tonight?” 

“Trust me, I’m staying as far away as possible.” Peter laughed, “Bloody hell, I owe James ten galleons. I really didn’t think that would work.”

“You planned this?” Remus asked, “Wait, you bet on this?”

Peter looked at him deadpan, “I’ve already made fifty galleons from winning bets on Sirius, he’s so predictable. Obviously I bet on this.” 

Remus sighs and sinks down into the sofa, “I’m going to have sex with Sirius tonight…” He looks around at them all, “How do you have sex?”

“Oh, Remus.” Lily mused. 

☆ ★ ☆

It’s just them. Just Remus and Sirius. The moment he got back from detention James was waltzing out of the room with a cheerful grin, off to his date, and Pete was following right after in hopes of finding Marlene. 

So they’re alone already, which makes things so much easier for Sirius. 

“Thanks.” He smiles, “For sorting Pete out.” 

“No problem.” Remus nodded, “He was gonna hang out with Marlene anyway.” 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius said, starting to feel a little awkward, “Erm, so, I don’t really know how this works.”

“Me either, I suppose.” Remus swallowed, “I did some research, though. Figured out some stuff.”

“Oh, Moons…” Sirius smiled, he really is the most grateful for Remus. He really is the best. He just feels so much admiration for him all the time. “You’re such a good friend.” 

“Yep.” Remus nods, “Such a good friend.”

“So like… are we just doing the sex bit, or foreplay too?” Sirius asked, hoping Remus votes for foreplay. Sirius is good at foreplay, it’s his strong suit. It’s the part he likes the best of sex, so he doesn’t want to make it weird by not enjoying any of this. 

But foreplay is what people do when they like each other, most of the time. So Sirius would understand if Remus says no to it. Like, it would be extra disappointing, but he’d get it. 

“Forplay?” Remus’ eyes widen. 

“Yeah, like… kissing and all that.” He shrugs, “Undressing each other .”

Remus swallows, “Sure.” He says, and for some reason his voice just got higher. Sirius likes when Remus’ voice does that, it’s funny and it makes him feel kinda good, like, proud in a way, but he doesn’t know why. 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius nods, acting all nonchalant when really he’s feeling very happy inside. 

“Uhm… we have to use lube.” 

“Oh…” Sirius furrowed his brow. Girls don’t need lube. He really knows less about this sex stuff than he thought. “Right, well, I think we have some of that butter left from the prank-“

“Not butter.” Remus cuts in, laughing at him, “Definitely not butter, Sirius. It’s going inside you-“

“Oh, yuck. I don’t want butter in my arse.” He grimaced. 

“Yeah, I don’t really want it on me either.” Remus laughed, “Like, sex lube.” 

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, “What’s that? Can we make it?” 

“No.” Remus smiled, turning to his bedside draw, “It’s just gel stuff, I guess. Erm, here…” He tossed a little tube over to Sirius. 

It’s see through and has a transparent slime inside, “Oh, where'd you get this on such short notice? It’s half empty.” 

Remus went red again. Sirius likes when he makes Remus go red. “Erm… cause I use it.” 

“I thought you didn’t have sex?”

“I don’t.” Remus splutters, “It’s for… wanking”.

Sirius looked down at the tube, then over at Remus’ crotch, “Oh… really? I don’t need lube when I wank- I mean, not that I wank very often, but it’s always wet enough when I do.” 

Remus’ eyes widened and he just stared at Sirius for a moment, “Right…” 

Sirius shrugged, “This sex stuff is interesting.” 

“Erm, you’ll also have to be… fingered.” Remus gritted out. 

“Can you finger blokes?” He asks, genuinely baffled as he flips the bottle of lube around in his hand absentmindedly. 

Remus nods. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that… why?”

“To make it like… big enough.” Remus nods, “You know… for…” He waved his hands wearily around his crotch. 

“Oh, yeah, I suppose it’s kinda a small hole, hey?” Sirius hummed, the pieces slotting into place now, “Cool.” 

“Yeah, cool.” 

“So… like, I haven’t kissed a bloke before, but I’ve kissed girls.” Sirius smiled, “Have you kissed a bloke before? I know you’ve kissed a couple girls.” 

Remus nods, “I kissed Peter once.” 

Sirius immediately does not like that. He doesn’t know why, but that’s just weird. It’s just so, so weird. Peter? Remus has kissed Peter? What the fuck. 

“What?”

“Yeah, we made out once-“ Remus cuts himself off, giving Sirius an unsure look. 

Sirius knows it’s because he’s scowling. He’s not even ashamed of it. Remus and Peter made out, how fucking weird. That’s just fucking weird. That’s so gross, that so- oh, is Sirius homophobic? Oh, Sirius really doesn’t want to be homophobic. A lot of his friends are gay, that would be really bad if he was homophobic. 

He huffs and looks at the ground, “Did it mean anything-“

“No.” Remus says immediately, “The girls just dared us one day, since they’ve all kissed each other- it was just stupid. Didn’t mean anything. Never will. Never has.” 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius nods, some of the weight lifting off of his shoulders. The thought still makes him a little queasy, but less so now.

Perhaps shagging a bloke will make him less homophobic. He really hopes it will. He feels really terrible. His whole life he’s been running from the man his parents tried to shape him into, and yet, the shadow lingers. 

It’s terrifying. 

“Erm, so… do we just… kiss?” 

Remus is still for a moment, and he’s looking at Sirius kind of strangely. Sirius doesn’t know what to do with himself in all honesty, he never does under Remus’ gaze. It’s always so intense, it makes him nervous, fiddley… giggly. 

Oh yeah, Remus makes him so giggly. He’s fighting the urge to giggle like a child now. Remus is just… he’s looking at him, like really looking. Sirius feels so special when Remus looks at him, because he knows Remus doesn’t look at anyone else like this. No, this look is reserved especially for Sirius and that’s just… well, isn’t that just delightful? 

But he really doesn’t want to giggle right now. He’s trying so hard not too, because that would be embarrassing. He feels like a girl, which is so weird, and so dumb, because why would he ever feel like that? 

“Do you want to kiss?” Remus asked back eventually. 

“Yes.” Sirius says, without a thought, mouth on autopilot apparently. And that’s probably a good thing, because his brain is kind of a bit useless at the moment. So much is going on up there, yet there are no thoughts at all. He nods his head for assurance, “Yeah, that’d be good.”

“Okay.” Remus smiled and took a couple of steps closer. 

Sirius looked at the gap between them, there wasn’t much of one, but he certainly wasn’t close enough to comfortably kiss. So Sirius took the final step, the baggy wool of Remus’ sweater brushing up against the buttons of Sirius’ shirt. 

“Hi there.” Sirius murmured into the small space between them. If he leant forward, just a smidgen, their noses would bump together. 

“Hi.” Remus smiles, his cheeks flushing a really adorable pink colour, flushed under freckles and scars. 

Sirius really doesn’t know how Remus doesn’t get girls, because he thinks Remus is quite attractive. Well, sure, he’s not dashing in the way Sirius effortlessly is, and he’s not cute in the way Peter is, and he’s certainly not stoically handsome like James. But he’s attractive in his own little way, in the Remus way, the way that he’s just really handsome because he simply is and everyone should just agree because Sirius knows. 

Besides, he looks really cute when he’s about to get kissed. All up close and personal, honey-golden eyes barely visible behind the dilation in his pupils, flushed cheeks smattered under a galaxy of freckles, silver scars that are just so intrinsically Remus, pert lips that look so… so… uhm, Sirius can’t think. He’s too distracted to think. 

Point is, Remus is damned attractive and it’s appalling that not more people think so. 

Remus huffs and bites his lip, and Sirius can feel his eyes searching all over Sirius’ face. But he can’t help but stare at the place between Remus’ front teeth, the plush skin, it’s so pink and shiny. He’s just so… so cute. 

Sirius boops their noses together. 

Remus almost giggles. 

Sirius kisses him. 

It’s… well, it’s so much better than kissing girls. Honestly, Remus must have been practising because he’s just really good at this whole kissing thing. Maybe there’s a spell or something that makes you really good. 

Whatever it is, Remus is it. They’re not even making out and it’s just so much better than every girl he’s ever kissed, ever. 

Remus is really just such a good mate, isn’t he? Gosh, Sirius really thinks so. 

Remus shuffles a little closer and tips his head to the side slightly, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along the seam of Sirius’ own lips. 

It’s so well done, his smoothness, that Sirius breaks out in goosebumps. Once this is all over, Sirius will have to tell Remus that he really is just so good at all this kissing stuff. 

He’s really that good that Sirius kinda just wants to keep him to himself. Like a little trophy that only he gets to have. No one else should be allowed to be graced with such good kissing skills because honestly, Sirius doesn’t think any girl out there would be able to properly appreciate it. 

It’s so good, when Remus slips some tongue into Sirius’ mouth and reaches up to tug Sirius in by the belt loops, that he moans. He actually moaned, and he’s not even embarrassed because Remus needs to know just how good at this he is. 

Remus tugs him closer and Sirius lifts his hands to grab at the back of Remus’ neck and tug at the jumper over his shoulder because something has just come over him. Something wild. Some primal need or something to just tear Remus’ clothes off and have him. He blames Padfoot. 

They shuffle back to Sirius’ bed until Remus’ knees buckle and he flops down onto it. Sirius shoves himself into Remus’ lap, straddling him and pressing close which just feels… so good. Like, Remus really doesn’t know how good he is. 

He must be some sex god or something. How Remus hasn’t had sex yet, Sirius doesn’t know. But what he does know, is that Remus is so fucking wonderful and Sirius doesn’t want to share. 

How strange is that? 

Remus’ bony fingers reach up to undo the buttons on Sirius’ shirt, but before he can even get halfway, Sirius is yanking Remus’ jumper up and off his body in a rush. 

“So good.” He mutters, leaning in to kiss Remus again. He starts shoving off his own shirt before Remus can do the last button. “Oh, you’re really good at this, Moony.” 

Remus moans against his mouth and wow, holy Godrick, that’s really a wonderful sound. How are his moans even that brilliant? This really isn’t fair. How is Sirius ever supposed to be so good in bed? He really hopes he doesn’t let Remus down. 

“Fuck.” Remus mumbles, latching his lip onto Sirius’ throat and groaning when Sirius digs his nails into Remus’ shoulders, “You- oh, you’re really- you’re so hot.”

Sirius flushes all over, and he dips back down to kiss Remus again. He can’t help but giggle. 

☆ ★ ☆

“Please, please, please, please.” Sirius is mumbling, actually completely naked underneath Remus which is just… it’s really a sight to behold. It’s an image which will be imprinted in Remus’ mind for the rest of eternity. 

Remus can’t help but duck down to kiss him, right on the lips, because Sirius seems to actually really love that. He actually seems to really love a lot of things involving Remus sexually. 

Remus moans, his hips pressing down against Sirius’. The friction from that alone is far better than anything he conjures up in his mind and creates with his own right hand at night. 

“Yeah.” He nods, “Yeah, erm… do… do you wanna do it yourself?”

“Do what?” Sirius gasps, bucking his hips up when Remus doesn’t grind down again. 

“Finger yourself.” Remus says bluntly, because there’s really no other way to say it. 

“Oh, uhm…” Sirius’ eyes fly open, and they flick around Remus’ face for a bit before he flushes more than he already has and smiles, “Can you do it? I don’t really know what I’m doing, and I’ll just probably like it more if you did… you’re like… really bloody good at this sex stuff.” 

Remus knows for a fact that he is not really bloody good at this sex stuff. He’s never even done it before, and he’s being really awkward as he always is. The first kiss they shared he was so stiff for, and he literally opened his mouth and shoved his tongue out really weirdly because he was just so shocked by Sirius actually doing this. He knows that was a terrible kiss, but Sirius just kept kissing him anyway. And then Sirius kinda took the lead there a little and gave Remus some time to figure it out, thankfully. 

So yeah, Remus knows he’s so fucking bad at this. He knows Sirius has been with a good handful of girls who are confident, and experienced, and way nicer to look at. And yet, Sirius won’t stop banging on about how fucking good Remus is at all of this, how his mouth is fucking magic, and how he’s making Sirius all tingly. 

It’s like a dream. A real dream brought to life or something. Remus really pinched himself at one moment to make sure he wasn’t actually dreaming it up. 

But no. It’s real. And Sirius’ is enjoying it. And Sirius wants Remus to finger him. And Sirius wants to have sex with Remus. 

Remus is almost certain that Sirius just… isn’t actually into girls at this point. Or at the very least, is into guys in one way or another. 

Remus grabs the lube from under Sirius’ back, where he’d landed on it a while ago when taking off his trousers. He pops the cap and squeezes a big glob of lube onto his fingers before spreading it around a little. 

Sirius gazes up at him, his legs are slightly open, spread around Remus’ own knees, all just… naked for him. His gaze is heavy lidded, and Remus fights the urge to look further downward. 

“Just be nice, yeah?” Sirius asks, a finger reaching out to draw over a scar on Remus’ middle. “I haven’t been fingered or anything before, so… do you think it will hurt?” 

Remus shakes his head, “Ah… I did it to myself once. If you go slow it doesn’t… I’ll go slow.” 

“Okay.” Sirius blushes again, “You really are the best, Moonshine.” 

Merlin, that name? Oh, Remus is starting to lose it. He’s actually going to lose his mind about it. It’s bad enough as is, when Sirius calls him that just out and about. It makes his heart race and his stomach fill with butterflies. 

But here? Now? Well, Remus is going to implode. He’s so, so fucking into Sirius it’s sickening. 

“Thanks.” Remus mutters, reaching a sticky finger down between Sirius’ legs, “Erm, is that… are you…. Can I?”

“Yeah.” Sirius breathes, his eyes falling shut, “O-oh, fuck, yeah. Oh, Moony, you’re so… mhm, you’re so good at this.” 

Remus’ brain melts a little more, because he hasn’t actually done anything. Really, his finger is just sitting there, only the very tip of it has pushed inside and Sirius is there acting like Remus is just about to make him cum. 

Sirius really can’t be straight. He’s either really good at faking it, or really, really gay. 

Remus hopes for the latter. 

“What about that? Hurt?”

“No.” Sirius hums, smiling to himself as he turns his head into the pillows, his hands gripping the sheets, “No, s’good. Oh, Moonbeam, you’re- oh, you’d never… never hurt me. Never hurt me, baby. S’good.”

Remus has suddenly lost all coherent thought. 

☆ ★ ☆

Sirius feels euphoric. 

Really, he wishes he had sex with Remus earlier because this is just fucking brilliant. Remus is really just so good. 

When Sirius has sex with girls, he feels kinda good physically a lot. Like, his cock likes it, he supposed. But it’s usually really boring. It’s just not all that great, he doesn’t get why James likes sex so much. 

But like, with Moony? Well, everything is great. He’s just really good at it, and he must know exactly what he’s doing because no matter what it just makes Sirius feel so amazing. 

Physically and emotionally. Like, everywhere. He feels like a live wire. 

“R-Remus.” He stutters out, because he’s not very good at talking anymore. He’s mostly just loudly moaning and stuff. Like, it’s so loud that Remus actually stopped midway through to cast a silencing charm so people outside the dorm wouldn’t hear. “Oh, fuck, Remus. Please, can you just fuck me?”

“Shit.” Remus moans, “F-fuck, yeah. You… you sure? You sure you want that?” 

Sirius nods, because if Remus fingering him is this good, then he really wants to find out about the rest of it. 

“Yeah, please.” Sirius said, “Really, really, please, Moonybaby. Oh, fuck- you’re so- you’re so good at- uh.” 

“Fucking- okay, yeah.” Remus chokes out, pulling his hand away from Sirius.  

He can’t help but whine about it, feeling so cold and empty. He reaches out to cling to Remus, but all he gets are glorious, sweaty, scarred thighs. 

He lifts his head when he hears a wet sound, and watches Remus smear some lube over himself, quite entranced by it. He watches the slick glide of Remus’ wonderful hands and wishes it was himself between those magical fingers. 

Remus comes closer, and Sirius immediately grabs for him. His arms sling around Remus’ neck, fingers sifting in through hair and clawing at his back. 

“Oh, Moony.” Sirius moans, kissing him as much as Remus will let him, “Please. Oh, you’re so… oh, R-Remus.”

“Bloody hell, Sirius.” Remus grunts, pressing in as close as he can. His whole body shivers as he slowly sinks down, Sirius whining helplessly in his ear. He can’t help it, it feels so fucking good, just like he thought. “Oh, fuck, you’re so- so hot. So fucking… oh, fuck.”

Sirius can’t stop kissing, everywhere. Anywhere his lips can reach he’s attaching himself to Remus. It really is quite delightful, getting fucked by his sex god best friend. 

He thinks about recommending it to James, but thankfully James is a committed man. Then perhaps Peter, but- no, they’ve already kissed, they’ve done enough. Besides, Sirius is apparently homophobic about that so he probably shouldn’t suggest it. 

Maybe he’ll just tell everyone Remus is really bad, so no one else goes and fucks him- yeah, that sounds good. No one else gets to have him, only Sirius. 

He’s probably a really bad friend for that, but, well, he doesn’t really care right now because Remus is just making him feel so, so good. Like, really lucky. 

☆ ★ ☆

Sirius is clinging to Remus like he’s his life line. It’s probably the best feeling in the world. And yes, that includes the feeling of been balls deep inside Sirius. 

Both are fucking amazing, but being clung too by Sirius beats it by just a smidgen. 

He’s shaking, actually, so much to the point that Remus had thought he’d done something wrong. But no, Sirius has assured him it’s purely because he just feels fucking amazing. That Remus is doing a bang on job. 

Really, Remus isn’t sure why Sirius keeps saying such things. Like, sure, now it’s fine because Remus has found a rhythm and gotten more comfortable doing this, but he was so awkward those first few thrusts. They were miscalculated, and kinda desperate, and just not very good, he could tell. But still, Sirius had said it’s the best feeling ever. 

Remus doesn’t know what to do with himself. So he just lets his body do whatever the hell it needs. And what it needs is to make Sirius finish, and apparently, to say dumb shit he’s going to regret later. 

“You’re so… so fucking pretty, baby.” He mutters, kissing Sirius between each few words, “So good, so gorgeous. Feels so good- so good. Oh you’re just so good, so-“

Remus reels back, because Sirius is thrashing almost violently, and is getting louder and- Remus looks down to find white smeared all over Sirius’ stomach. 

Sirius doesn’t give Remus time to process that before he’s pulling him down into a deep kiss and thrusting his own hips up to meet Remus’. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Sirius is muttering on repeat, smattering kisses everywhere on Remus’ face as he chases his own. “Oh, so- so good, Moonshine. You’re so good, too good to me.” 

Remus presses their foreheads together as he cums and kisses Sirius midway through. When he pulls away, Sirius is dazed. 

He has a faraway, dreamy look in his eyes and a relaxed smile on his lips. His cheeks are bright pink, a stark contrast to his pale complexion, and his skin shimmers with sweat. 

Oh, he really is just so fucking pretty. 

“Fuck.” Remus grunts, shifting until he’s laying down beside Sirius, both on their backs, shoulders overlapped. 

Sirius whines as Remus slips away, and shivers slightly. Remus grabs his jumper off the pillow and lays it over Sirius’ chest like a blanket. 

“Hmm.” He hums, and closes his eyes. 

Remus cleans them both up, reaching the end of the box of tissues on Sirius’ bedside. But they’re clean, so it’s fine. 

They lie there in silence for a while. Remus feels the moment Sirius comes too again, stiffening beside him. It’s awkward, tense. Slowly, Sirius shucks Remus’ jumper off his chest and they both lie there, completely naked, staring at the roof. 

They hear James and Peter come into the room, “Told you.” 

“Don’t believe you.” James muttered back, “Pads, mate, you in here?”

“James, they’re probably having a meaningful conversation.” Peter huffs, “Look at the curtains.” 

“Well, I want to see him.”

“You can later.” Peter offers, “Sirius, if you want James to come in, say something back.”

“Don’t come in!” Sirius shouts, and silence lingers outside. 

“See, he doesn’t want you too.” Peter says after a while, “Completely silent.” 

“The charm must still be on.” Remus muttered. 

“Oh.” Sirius nodded. 

“Fine.” James groaned, “Come to my bed later, Sirius. I’m going to sleep.”

Sirius and Remus lie there for a while, listening to James and Peter get ready for bed. Honestly, Remus is glad Peter didn’t say anything to James about them having sex. 

Or, well, he doesn’t think he said anything. 

Not that he’d be mad if James found out Remus is gay. He’s pretty sure James already knows. But, he’s sure Sirius would want to tell him about that. Sirius would probably have some strange things to say about it, so, it’s best if Sirius is the one to lay it all out there. 

Once the room goes silent again, and the lights are all turned out, they dare a glance over at each other. Just as quickly, they look away. 

Remus starts to feel a little guilty. He knows how he feels about Sirius, and Sirius clearly hadn’t felt the same way. At least not prior to now. So, he decides to bite the fucking bullet, despite his own judgments, and confessess. 

“I liked that.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Sirius nodded, eyes fixed on the roof, “Felt good. You made me cum really hard.”

Merlin, he really doesn’t make anything easy for Remus, does he? 

“Yeah.” Remus nods, “But like… I liked it in a gay way.”

Sirius tenses beside him again. 

“Erm, cause I’m gay.” Remus fills in, refusing to look anywhere but the stupid poster of a half naked motorbike girl on Sirius’ ceiling. “And I like you.”

“You… like me?” Sirius mumbles. 

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, “A lot… I think you’re… brilliant. You’re really, really, fucking brilliant. And also really good at sex.”

Sirius swallowed, “So, do you think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah.” Remus nodded, “I said it, before.” 

“I thought you might have just been doing sex talk.” 

“Oh…” Remus swallows, “Were you just doing sex talk?”

“No.” Sirius shakes his head, “I just… no, it was all honest. But, girls often make up sex talk, so-“

“I’m not a girl.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Sirius swallowed, “So you… you fancy me, for real?”

“Yeah.” Remus nods, “A lot.”

“Oh.” 

Remus chewed on his lip. 

“Excuse me.” Sirius muttered, and then climbed out of bed. 

He didn’t even stop to put trousers on or anything. Remus listened as he walked over and pulled back the curtains of James’ bed. 

“Oh, Sirius, hey, I- Merlin! Where are your clothes?”

“Over there. Remus and I had sex.” 

There was silence for a while before James said back, “What?”

“Remus and I had sex.” 

“When?” James asked, fucking gobsmacked. 

“Just then.” Sirius said, “Before you came into the room.” 

“Wh- why?”

“It was your idea!” He said defensively, “You said I should just fuck Remus, so I did. I fucked Remus- or, rather, he fucked me.” 

“And you just decided to come tell me this, still very naked?”

“Yeah.” Sirius said, “I think I can still feel his cum inside-“

“Bloody hell, Sirius. You know he can- just, get in.”

“Do you want me to put clothes on?” 

“Merlin, I don’t care, just…”

“He’s gay, you know?” Remus heard Sirius shuffle into the bed, “Said he likes me.” 

“Wow, really?” James gasped, “I had no fucking idea. It’s not like he stares at you longingly or anything.” 

“Oh…” Sirius mumbled, “I think I’m homophobic, by the way.” 

“Sorry?”

“Yeah, he said he kissed Pete and that made me feel kind of nauseous.” 

There was another long stretch of silence, and then from his own bed, Peter muttered, “You owe me twenty gallons, James.” 

“Fuck.” James muttered, drawing the curtains around them, “Look, Sirius, you’re not homophobic.”

“Erm, yes I am.” Sirius said in defence, “Why else would I get mad about Remus getting involved with other blokes?”

“Oh, Sirius.” James sighed, and cast a silencing charm around them. 

☆ ★ ☆

Remus is startled awake by the curtains swishing back. Not that he slept very deeply, just a little nap. He’s still in Sirius’ bed. He was too anxious to move. 

Now that he sees Sirius standing there, still very naked, he feels like he should have left. 

Sirius lifts up the corner of his blanket and slides under, closing the curtain around them before casting another silencing charm. 

He tugs at the sheet and gestures for Remus to get under. And then they both lie there again, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the roof. 

“You okay?” Remus asks after a long silence. He feels so awkward about it. 

“Yep.” Sirius nods, “Just… trying to figure out the least scary way to ask you to be my boyfriend.”

Remus’ heart falls out from under him, “What?”

“Oh.” Sirius mutters, “I guess I just did, didn’t I?”

“Are you serious?” Remus gasps, turning to look at him. 

Sirius smirks and turns his head slowly to look back at Remus. 

“Don’t answer that.” He mutters, “I’m…”

“Yeah.” Sirius nods, genuinity behind his pretty, pale eyes, “Erm, yeah, James told me I’m gay.”

“What?” Remus gaped, “What do you mean he told you you were gay?”

Sirius shrugged, “Like, I’ve been gay this whole time, and I really like you. I just didn’t know it, is all. I thought I was homophobic, can you believe that? James just made me realise I was jealous.”

“Jealous… of Peter?” 

“Yes. Never look at him again, please.” Sirius said sternly. 

Remus furrowed his brow, looking at Sirius in shock. 

Sirius broke into a grin, “I’m kidding. But really, I did get jealous. I’m jealous about you a lot. It’s why I get so angry at you sometimes.”

“Oh.” Remus swallowed, “That…”

“Yeah.” Sirius smiled, laughing at himself softly, “It’s stupid. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not.” Remus corrects, “You’re really smart. You’re the smartest person I know. Sometimes this stuff is just really hard, I get it. I know.” 

He blushes, and it’s fucking adorable. It’s always adorable. 

“You’re so sweet, Moony.” Sirius hums, kissing Remus’ shoulder, “So, will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Be mine?” He asks. 

“Oh…” Remus’ heart is racing. It’s going so fast, beating so hard he can feel it in his throat, “Yes. Fuck, yes please.” 

Sirius breaks out into the most brilliant smile before rolling over and wrapping himself around Remus, “Yay.” 

Remus hugs him back, entangling their legs together and hoping they never have to untangle, “You really mean it?”

“Yeah.” Sirius hums, pressing his lips to Remus’ skin a few times, “Oh, I was so crazy for not knowing it, Moonshine. I’m mental about you.” 

Remus feels extatic, “I’m mental about you too, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, I really like that.” Sirius mused, “I really like you.”

Remus chuckled, “Okay, sweetheart.” 

Sirius hums, content, snuggling closer into Remus’ side, “God, imagine my mother now. Not just shagging an unregistered werewolf bloke, but now he’s my boyfriend?”

“She’d have a heart attack.” 

“Good.” Sirius smiled, “Oh, I love when everything just comes together like this. James is so exited. He owes Pete a lot of money, they’ve been betting on us for ages.” 

Remus snorts, “I think Pete’s been cheating then. He’s known I’m into you for ages.”

Sirius snorts, “Of course he is.” He lifts his head to kiss Remus sweetly, “Let me take you out on a date, Moonybaby?”

Remus melted, sighing against Sirius’ lips, “Yeah, please.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna woo you so hard, you won’t even know what hit you.” Sirius smiled, “And then we’re gonna shag so much again, because I didn’t know shagging was actually fun.”

Remus snorts and kissed Sirius some more, “I did, I was just waiting for you to prove it.” 

The way that Sirius swooned made Remus feel like he was on top of the fucking world. 

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Netflix n’ Chill

Summary: John decides he wants to actually have a relationship with Bob more than sex, taking baby steps with a home movie date with a little bit of surprises awaiting him

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x John Walker, Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x Yelena Belova (Mentioned)

Tags/Warning: Some minor 18+ stuff(MDNI), Fluff, Bob Reynolds being cute, John Walker is in love, Praise, First Date, Cuddling & Snuggling, Developing Relationships, Boblena Mention, Movie Night

Words: 2344

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65690818

"Woah." Bob's eyes lit up with excitement, he nearly jumped out of his seat at the sight.

"Heh." John chuckled. The two were alone for the evening, as everyone else had insisted on spending the next four days on a mission. Fortunately, Valentina didn't need to bring their powerhouse on the road. Still, even she didn't need the concerns of the other Avengers to know it'd be irresponsible to leave Bob alone.

...Avoiding another incident with Void and Sentry would be preferred; luckily, Walker had volunteered to step in.

Much encouraged by Bob. Not like it was the first time they'd had time to unwind with each other, but it definitely was the first occasion of a sort of "date."

Home movie nights would suffice for now until John could muster up enough confidence in Bob to go out together—baby steps.

"You think they're going to survive?" Hummed Bob, snuggling closer to John.

"She's got magical hair, I'm sure it's nothing serious." Tangled, he wasn't a Disney fanatic, but Bob insisted it looked good when they were browsing through the film section of Target...maybe they should've had Yelena choose for them.

"But what if it gets muddied and crumpled up, or sun damage dries it out.... might even get tangled up on the way to the city..." Concerned groans were heard as John draped his arm over Bob, dragging him into a hug.

"They're not gonna die; it's a freaking musical, of all things." John sighed, adjusting himself in shock when Bob opted to sit on his lap. The fuzzy material of his sweater brushed past John's skin as his arms extended out like a koala.

"H-Hey, what are y-"

"Yelena does this when we watch movies...I-I thought it'd be okay for me to do the same with you." God, those eyes...John blushed at the sight as Bob glanced at him in worry; anything for this precious man, he thought.

"No prob, Bob.” He breathed in and continued to watch the film. However, it was more of John finding himself getting distracted slowly by Bob's mannerisms. The joy in his laughter, the winces of uncertainty when Mother Gothel appeared, and the way his eyes lit up in immersion from the boat scene.

And with that, John quickly realized something.

He was falling in love...goddammit, he loved this man.

"Erm." John groaned, which caught Bob's attention fast, but he patted his back in reassurance.

"Nothing, just keep watching, alright?" He spread an array of strokes along Bob's hair, even kissing the side of his cheek to crack a smile out of the fellow avenger.

"Okay..." Bob hummed, he adjusted delicately along John's lap, and his eyes glued themselves to the film once again. As for John, well...the realization of his feelings had come with another slight discovery.

With every startling scene sending Bob out of place, he had to fix himself little by little until he found the right spot with John. However, the other avenger could feel a tinge of unwanted excitement spiraling beneath Bob....after all, his ass kept brushing up against it.

...This is not what he was seeking on their first "date," or at least not the impression he wanted to leave on Bob; he sucked in his breath and proceeded to wrap his arm around Bob's waist, cradling him even more.

Just 10 more minutes, right?

Enough for cover and erection till a bathroom break, John bit his tongue momentarily as he tried to drift off in thought. Anything to stifle his issue. Thanos naked? Gross...His arm is being snapped as Captain America, yeesh, keep the images coming. He smirked at the progress and felt the blood simmering down in his lower regions.

"Perfect." He declared silently in his mind, until...

"Do you think I'd like...well, cute with some flowers in my hair?" Bob's question snapped John out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" He shook his head in confusion, though now with the question fresh in his head, a few more images flashed around through John's mind.

One with Bob sitting in a field, the morning sky allowed the irises to really shimmer through his curls. The second image, to his dismay, involved Void and Sentry, who helped a cutely eager Bob collect a series of flowers for a bouquet...almost as if John could smell them from here.

The third, which was way more naughty and shameful...pleading and loving moans escaping a flustered Bob, tearing up from being railed mercilessly as he was under John.

”John, Please~!”

Crap, the rush of blood and heat had poured its way back into John's cock effortlessly.

"Dammit..." He cursed a little louder than usual, startling Bob.

"S-Sorry, just, you wanna watch another movie after this?" John breathed in and out. His pants did well to conceal himself, but if Bob slithered his way a little to the right, then he'd be greeted by the intrusion...something the US Agent wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Are you alright, John?" Bob pouted; he knew something was up.

"Never better, j-just thinking of what to order after this, you like pizza? What the hell am I asking that for? Everyone likes pizza...Shawarma Palace is open 24/7, how abo-"

"We can stop watching the movie, I-I know this isn't the type of thing you prefer when spending time with me..." Bob smiled weakly, though John knew better; the self-doubt on his face was practically oozing out. That smile couldn't fool him.

It was already enough trying to plan this whole thing; hell, even Bob found himself confused about the aspect of John wanting to date him. When they spend time together, it's usually to feed off one another for comfort...exploring each other's bodies when the others weren't looking.

But John wanted more; this wasn't just a sex thing; hell, after last year, they're practically closer now. He wanted to be there for Bob, holding him closely when he cried, stroking his hair when he laughed...even trying to quell both Sentry and Void when needed. He wanted to be his boyfriend.

Yet here John was, ruining what he had in mind because he couldn't control himself.

"Nononononononono, wait," John sat upward, reaching his arm up to pat Bob on the back, he sighed. "I'm alright, no doubt in my mind about this evening."

"But you're acting weird..." Bob rested his head on John's shoulder.

"It's just the nerves, I don't want to mess anything up. Look, I really like you, Bob; I just wanted to see if we could bring this whole thing we're doing to another level." John leaned in and cupped Bob's chin, gazing into his eyes lovingly.

"I mean it; I know I'm a bit of a wreck, but...I love you alright, no bullshit, I mean it." All these words...They soothed Bob, like music to his ears. He couldn't believe what John was telling him; it was amazing, to say the least.

He leaped over and hugged John, sniffling cries erupted quietly as Bob continued to hold John within his grasp. John himself was overjoyed at this, a little giddy at the thought of Bob being on board, and while he was content with it, he had to admit it: his fellow avenger had a tight grip...this hug was going to choke the air out of him.

"Alright, alright, that's a little much." John chuckled, patting Bob on his back.

"Sorry!" Bob blushed as he let him go, but then took John by surprise yet again as he went in for a kiss. They stayed like this for five minutes, embracing each other despite the movie still playing in the background.

Bob's hips rocked instinctively against John's as he wrapped his arms behind his neck, allowing John himself to do the same, but with hands gently squeezing Bob's waist.

"Mmmwait." John broke up for a second; he was getting excited again...not that that was a bad thing, just not his intention at the moment; this was a date, after all.

"Yeah?" Bob blinked.

"I kinda need to use the restroom..." John lied humorously, Bob stared him in the eyes with a curious look. He hated lying to him, but this was a really awkward situation to be in.

"Is the movie that bad?" Bob tilted his head, and he adjusted himself yet again on John's lap, receiving a yearning-filled groan in return from his lover.

"No, it's..hrgnn!" And that's when he noticed, Bob came in contact with John's clothed erection by accident. His eyes widened as John tried to hide his face in shame.

"Fuck..." John cursed himself.

"Is that why you were acting all weird?" Bob blushed, feeling the pressure of John pressing against his ass gently, not the first time such as occurred, but just recalling the slightest memory of their activities together shaded his face completely pink.

"Yeah, just ignore it." John shook his head.

"But it's right there." Bob slightly turned his head and peeked around at it.

"Can you blame me? You're the one who can't sit straight, freaking tease." Not to mention how cute he is, Bob's like poison to him...but the good kind, the gentle and addictive kind.

"I'm sorry."

"No worries, I'll just sit like this until Rapunzel kisses that man, Flynn’s quite the looker." John cracked a smile.

Though that option wasn't flying with Bob, he sneaked a few glances in John's direction as he turned his head to watch the rest of the movie. Distracted...perfect, plus his arms were still wrapped around John’s neck and out of sight of his vision.

He smirked at the plan brewing in his thoughts. With a quick gesture from his hands, Bob's telekinesis lit up, and both the pants and boxers the two wore were ripped off their bodies, allowing John's cock to spring from as the clothing was carefully pieced back together on the side of the couch.

"Hey, what's this?" John blurted out, but was caught off guard as Bob closely leaned in. Sensing the situation at hand, John decided to give in to Bob's invitation and wrapped his arms around the man's back.

"J-Just me giving back is all." Bob chuckled. John couldn't help it. How could anyone say no to such a sweet smile? He gasped when the telekinesis kicked in again, this time aligning his cock near Bob's hole.

"Yelena did this a few times when we watched movies together...Though I guess I'm in her position now with you." A flush of red covered the entirety of Bob's face as those vivid images of Yelena raced through his head. The praise and compliments she gave him, the head-pats and reassurance. He yelped at the same time when lowering himself onto John.

"Remind me to tell her thank you." John gasped, reaching his hand through Bob's hair to hold him closer.

"You know," He turned over to pause the movie with the remote, "I think you're right."

"About what?" Bob snuggled in closer.

"Getting you flowers for your hair." With a quick swoop, John had plopped Bob onto the cushions of the couch, keeping the other man under him like in those images he daydreamed of.

"Think you’d look great with them, prettier than Rapunzel, sweetheart~"

"J-John!" Bob beamed from the compliment.

The two of them shared a passionate kiss, the tower for the next two hours had been occupied by their intimacy, giving them all the time to really immerse themselves with one another, and the noise complaints being abysmal from the lack of the other Avengers.

———Epilogue———

Ratatouille started up in the background. John had ordered quite a few options. Shawarma wraps, a box of pepperoni pizza, and two rolls of cheesesteaks…superhero metabolism for both him and Bob sucked.

But it was worth it…tasted amazing, they moved to Bob’s room when the food came in and started up the film. They were still naked from the activities before, so John had covered himself with the duvet while Bob was wrapped in a cloak of layered blankets like a cinnamon roll.

"Do you think they have rats cooking at restaurants in New York?" Bob questioned as he bit into his pizza.

"A health hazard, but to be honest, I wouldn’t doubt it, have you seen the size of the rats here!" John sounded exasperated as he remembered one of their recent missions…which involved arresting one of their enemies who was training dog-sized rats in the subway.

Yeesh…

"Nothing the Avengers can’t take right?" Bob smiled, John chucked in agreement, pulling him into a hug.

"Hey, question?" John asked.

"Yeah?" Bob continued to watch the movie.

"So, just wondering about your powers and all…can Void eat food? Like, if he came out, would he be able to eat anything?" John asked slowly, trying not to set off Bob the best he could.

"I don’t know…good question though." Hell, he even got Bob pondering with curiosity, too.

"I mean, he does speak, but does he have a mouth to eat at all" John turned away for a second and rolled his eyes at the thought, until…

"Wanna find out?" The chilling tone erupted through the room as the familiar figure of shadows sat on the edge of the bed next to John. Bob continued to watch the movie without interruption.

"AHHH!" John screamed, falling clean off the bed with his pizza slice splattering on the wall.

"Hmph!" Void scoffed, looking down over the bed at a delirious John.

Bob scooted over to their side of the bed, breaking off a piece of his pizza crust to place where he assumed Void’s mouth would be. The crust fell from Void’s face and rolled onto his lap before disintegrating. A puff of clouds imitating a burp escaped Void’s face soon after.

"Hm, guess so, hear that John! He can eat…weirdo." Bob cringed as he glared at his alter ego before it faded away into his being.

"Point taken." John groaned.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

26 Ways of Taking You: I for Incubus

Summary: You suppose the deal technically went correctly, but when the incubus said he required your life force, you thought he meant... well your life.

Notes: ~2.9k words. I don't know what I wanted to do with this fic, all I know was that Dream would rock an autonomous tail.

Warnings/Tags: MDNI - 18+, Incubus!Dream x Reader, dubious consent ngl, demons do not care for condoms or sex safety, Dream has a tail and it does things, does this count as ritual sex, size difference, belly bulge, womb tattoo hehe, his wiener is weeeeeird, his tongue is weeeeeeird

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

H for Heat ⇆ J for Joyride

“Hoc carmine, dae…daemo—erm, daemonium somno accerso qui vocatis respondeat meis. Quis mihi det quod quaero. Quis mercedem suam accipiet pro suo servitio?” You read out, stuttering on a few pronunciations.

The circle of candles flickers creating shadows over your kneeling, naked form. You frown at the old parchment still, looking between it and the chalk-drawn symbol in the middle of your basement floor. You are sure the symbol was drawn correctly and the candles were placed just like the diagram. So then… Why isn’t anything happening?

Maybe you read it wrong. You squint at the parchment again and begin to chant once more. “Hoc carmine—”

The candles went out and you suck your lips in to suppress the scream that tried to burst out. Your sick mother’s room was just above the basement that you find yourself in and you didn’t want to cause a scene. 

“What do you want?” A voice calls out, slow and seductive in the shadows. 

You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to get used to the sudden darkness in the room. The creature didn’t speak again, waiting impatiently for your request. It has been years since the last time he was summoned, and he was positively starving for some human flesh. 

“My mother, she’s sick,” you explain, your own voice echoing back to you in the tense atmosphere. 

“How drab, how boring,” it tsks with a click of his tongue. “You wish for me to make her well and ‘you’ll do anything, I promise’,” the creature says mockingly. 

You don’t respond for a moment, the demon you summoned summarizing the speech you had spent the last week practicing to a mere few words. “Yeah… that’s pretty much it.”

“Very well, what do you have to give in return for my service?” It asks you, still veiled in the darkness. “But know this, I am quite indifferent to your human, materialistic objects. Money will have no benefit to you tonight, little one.”

“Well, what do you want then?” You ask in a shaky breath. You can’t see him, but you can feel his eyes raking over your naked form. 

“Your life force seems good enough for me,” it hums in thought. “Young… vital… yes…”

Your life force for your mother’s health? That was an easy decision, but when faced with the uncertainty of death do you hesitate. You still had so much of your life ahead of you. Friends to meet, foods to try, hell you haven’t even found a romantic partner yet. But, your life isn’t the one that’s dying right now. 

“Okay,” you breathe out shakily. 

“Then the deal is set.”

The candles flicker back one by one until the shadow reveals itself to you within the circle. His legs are crossed, his arms resting on his knees. He is every bit as the paper described him: hair as dark as midnight, skin pale as death, sullen black eyes with the stars within them.

The parchment fails to mention, however, the thin tail that was swaying back and forth within the barriers of the summoning circle. Or the horns that protruded out of his head. The demon smiles at you, a haunting image full of sharp teeth and a darting, long tongue that licked his lips. 

“Release me from my confines and we can set the plan in motion,” he whispers in a low growl to you, moving to stand on his haunches. His figure seems to grow with the one subtle movement, towering over you as you swallow.

“I release you,” you command with a tremble in your voice. 

Nothing physical changes around you but the shift is noticeable anyway. The candles blow outward from him as if trying to escape their own wicks. The smell he emits permeates your nose, something like soot and flames and a tinge of death.

You blink and he lunges at you, pining you to the ground and an unexpected scream leaves your lips. It didn’t hurt, not much, except for the wooden floor digging into your shoulder blades, but you still screamed. 

“If you want it to be easy, do not scream. Your fear makes you all the more tempting,” he purrs into your neck and you turn your head away. 

Your body trembles under his gaze, eyes roaming around the basement space of your childhood home. They lock onto a random water stain as you try to distract yourself from your imminent death. The stain looks like Elton John, you thought to yourself before squeezing your eyes shut. 

You feel his breath over your skin and you’re begging he’ll do it mercifully, straight for the neck and then you wouldn’t feel the pain of your body being eaten by all of those sharp teeth. But it doesn’t come.

Your eyes snap open as you feel the undeniable slimy and wet sensation of his forked tongue on your neck. It stops just over your jugular, feeling the erratic pulse through the vein. Thick, fast, so full of life and he groans at the rhythmic thump against his tongue. 

His tail moves along your leg, feeling the soft skin beneath its silky scales. The ticklish sensation makes you squirm in its grasp, kicking your legs fruitlessly against it as it crawls higher on your thigh. The point of it settles between the sensitive heat before your legs and you let out a broken gasp.

Oh, my god. He’s not going to kill you. He’s going to fuck you senseless!

“I thought you were going to kill me,” you pant as his tongue licks the hollow divot above your collarbone. 

He hums as he tastes the adrenaline in your sweat. “One does not kill off the lamb for meat when it can still provide wool.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away from your neck to look at you. “You thought I was going to kill you?”

You look back at him, your eyes meeting the endless void that is his. “Well, yeah. You said ‘life force.’ That seems pretty… death-y to me.”

“Why are humans so dreary?” He asks himself before he remembers that he is here to feast on your body and returns his lips to your body. 

You don’t bother with a response, not when your back was arching at the way his lips trailed down the valley between your breasts. His lips hover over your left breast, feeling the blistering speed at which your heart pounded in your chest. 

The ever so subtle thrum of life makes his eyes flutter in satisfaction, the feeling of life something he has missed the feeling of. Your body was so warm against his cold one, he just couldn’t help sealing his lips across the nipple. 

“Holy…fuck,” you curse out at the sensitive sensation.

The fork in his tongue lavishes around the peak, it meets the sensitive bud and then spreads out again as his mouth continues to suckle on your breast. The moans he manages to elicit from you are quiet and restrained and he needs more from you. 

“This deal is two sided,” he begins, whispering in a gruff voice as he moves over to your other breast. “If you want your mother to become well again, I need you to start making more noise.” 

The tail that was obediently nestled between your legs begins to move higher, the blunt point of it finding your enlarged clit easily. You couldn’t help the moan that escapes your lip when it slides across the sensitive nerve, using your own arousal to its benefit. 

“Yes, just like that,” the demon praises as he hears your broken gasps and moans. His own groan vibrates against the smooth skin of your breast as he indulges himself against the thrum of your heartbeat again. 

Your hips buck involuntarily against his tail, the sensation something you craved. Then you would squirm away with a whimper on your tongue as the sensation grows too much, too quick. The longer the tail swirled around your weeping cunt, the harsher you began to clench around nothing. It gives a rewarding slap down on your clit, eliciting another wonderous moan from your throat. 

The demon has returned to your neck, rekindling his fascination with your neck and the vein it housed. He bites into the skin, watching with sick satisfaction as the blood trails down the muscles of your neck. Pleasure succumbs to pain and pain to pleasure once again as he soothes over the bites with his tongue. The saliva is cool against the wounds, stopping the bleeding all the same. His lips ghost across your neck, satiating his own greed and biting down again just to taste the iron. 

“Red looks good on you,” he hums, his arms entrapping themselves around you as your back arches off the ground again. 

With ease, he rests you on his squatting lap and the obvious hard arousal he sports lays heavy against your stomach. The demon looks around the basement before he eyes landed on an abandoned work bench. In two strides he makes it there and unceremoniously drops you onto the table. The tools clatter as you're dropped down and even with your body on an elevated platform, he still towers over you. 

You looked absolutely ravishing in his gaze. Wide eyed with lust blown pupils, the ragged breathing from your dried lips, and the dried blood that ribbons down your neck like a gift just for him to open. His hands go to your hips again, lifting them to meet his. 

In the dim light, you notice his cock, or should you even call it that if it was as ribbed and as thick as it was? He paints himself with your wetness, using your own arousal to coat himself as he pushes the blunt of his head against your entrance. His tail finds itself wrapped around your thigh again, tightening on itself like a python upon its prey. Your thigh pudges against the bondage and it's the only grounding thing against your overheating body. 

He gives an experimental push forward, groaning at the way your arousal squelches around him.

"Breathe," he tells you.

You let go of the breath you were holding, taking in a shaky breath and allowing your body to grow limp in his hold. At the next exhale, he smiles, a disturbingly haunting and arousing image, and he gives into you the first two inches. 

Your breath stills in your lungs again, head snapping to the wooden table beneath you and you can see the stars dancing across your eyelids. The stretch was foreign, intrusive almost, as he takes you slowly. You need to breathe. Fuck, how do you breathe? Your body racks as it takes in a shaky breath and he stills within you. 

“Scream my name,” he commands in a growl above you. 

“Daemonium somno,” you simply moan. Your eyes meet him again in a desperate attempt at connection. 

“No,” he scowls, pushing a little further into your cunt. “That is my title. Say my name, little one.”

“I—I don’t know it!” You pant out, stuttering your answer. The further he pushed, the more of your ability to think seems to vanish into thin air. You’re sure you saw the name in passing somewhere, in the old leather bound book from which you ripped the ritual parchment from.

The incubus holds your hips down to sustain your squirming. He lets out a satisfied groan as he sees himself full in you, the defining shape of his cock bulging from your stomach. You were so warm, it enveloped him like the life you represented. He takes his hips back, eyes never leaving his own cock impression as it descends. When he pushes back in and your body trembles beneath him, his fingers trace the outline of his cock. 

“Repeat after me, little one,” the demon commands. “Mor-phe-us.”

“Mor…” you gasp as his hand trails under your breasts again. “Mor-phe…” the words get caught in your throat. 

“Yes, just like that. One more try, one more,” he coos above you, rutting his hip against your cunt again. 

“Morpheus!” You cry out, head thrown back as he pulls out and pushes in again, slowly and inch by thick inch. 

“Again,” he instructs. His cock warms itself in you, the coldness slowly ebbing away as it nests in there. Each pulse from your cunt conforms itself towards the shape that is so uniquely him. 

“Morpheus!” You scream again, your nails finding purchase against his arms and he hisses in pleasure as you draw black blood from his skin. 

Your back is arched like a taut bow, your thighs trembling as he lifts a leg above his hip, only to drive himself deeper into you. Only to satiate his own ego as he sees your belly bulge with himself. Your moans are nothing but a discordant symphony in his ears; so chaotic yet pleasing as he inserts himself over and over again. 

Morpheus’ tail unravels itself, wanting a taste of something other than the skin around your thigh. There is a wrapping imprint on your skin, something that will take months to heal and remind you of the incubus Morpheus for days to come. It teases the sensitive peak of your breasts, ghosting over your breasts, wrapping itself around the mound and squeezing tightly to massage them. 

“Oh god!” You jolt at the sensation. 

“There are no gods here.” Morpheus condemns your outburst with a particularly hard thrust, bruising your cervix and you cry out for him again. 

Morpheus continues you fuck you, his hands bringing your hips to meet his thrusts, spurred on by the sound of your babbling nonsense. Occasionally his name would fall from his lips amongst the pleas of ‘too much,’ or ‘so good,’ that he doesn’t really know or care if you want to stop. 

Each drag of Morpheus’ cock has you reeling in pleasure and the promise of the most earth shattering orgasm is just on the horizon of your grasp. You’re simply begging now—please, please, please, please!—the words barely heard above the erotic sound of slick squelching and the creek of the tool bench beneath you. 

His tail slithers away, and Morpheus smirks as you whimper at the lost sensation. Your whimper turns into another moan as it finds itself against your clit again, rubbing it in fast circles in sync with Morpheus’ thrusts. 

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to… going to…” you try to warn but it just comes out as a stuttering mess, again. 

“Come for me. Give me your vitality.” Morpheus’ voice penetrates the sex-numbing haze that your mind was in. 

Your walls clench around him like a vice, your orgasm taking over your entire body as it shakes each one of your muscles. Your mouth is gaping open as it tries to take in as much air as possible, your chest heaving with breath. The moment shakes you through your core, igniting your nerves with life at the sudden release. 

Morpheus spills himself into you and you groan at the sensation of his cold seed taking residence inside of your cunt. His hips stutter, indulgently giving away to a few more pumps just to feel your walls spasm around him as his cock pumps within you. 

“That was…” you swallow, resting your head on the table again and closing your eyes. You take a deep breath, feeling your heart start to slow down as Morpheus softens and pulls out of your now weeping cunt. A few large drops of your mixed orgasmic releases fall to the basement floor and you grimace at the thought of cleaning it.  “Do you do other deals? Like… what if I want a million dollars right now or something?”

“One deal per summon as per the old laws I’m afraid, little one,” Morpheus chuckles, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “But…”

A warm sensation spreads across your lower stomach and you prop yourself up on shaking arms to look. Morpheus’ nail draws an intricate rune on your lower stomach, just over where your womb is. The nail cuts at your skin, and you see the blood dewing on your skin but no pain follows. It glows for a moment before dying down into simple black ink. 

“If you wish to make another deal, this binds you to me. It will only be me that will come to answer your prayers,” he promises but it almost sounds like a threat with the way his tongue licks across his lips. “Your vitality is addictive on my body, little one.”

“And what about my side of the deal? My mother?” You ask.

As if on cue, you hear your mother calling your name in the kitchen above. She wasn’t even able to get out of bed a few moments ago, but the way the pots and pans were banging against each other was telling enough that Morpheus held up to his end of the bargain. 

“Thank you,” you sigh out with relief. 

“I will see you soon, little one.” One blink and he was gone already. 

The summoning circle has been erased from the floor and the candles look like they were never burned. But the tattoo over your womb remained, so did the bruises of his bites and tail that wrapped around you. They were the only signs that anything happened at all. 

“Are you going to come up here and help me or do I have to do everything by myself?” Your mother shouts at you. 

“Coming!” You reply back after another deep breath. 

Now, where did you put your clothes?

Having fun times in the basement sounds like tetanus waiting to happen.

So that's your lesson, get your tetanus shot before you go summoning demons. Be safe out there.

♡ Yours, Layla

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H for Heat ⇆ J for Joyride

[idyllic-affections]

Would u please do Arlecchino adopting a reader? I just want to be adopted by our dearest Arlecchino

warmth.

summary. arlecchino's warmth is quite an effective repellent for snezhnaya's everlasting cold.

trigger & content warnings. home invasion, gunshots are mentioned, a bit of violence in general, reader's parents are murdered (not by arlecchino) but it is non-descriptive and reader does not witness it.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort, found family-ish. arlecchino & child!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns used for reader.

author's thoughts. hehehehehe arle <3 i was supposed to write a fic featuring kafka (hsr) today in celebration of her coming home. Erm. yeah. That did not happen! clearly. /lh

       It happened all too quickly.

       It truly was a peaceful night, just like any other. The fire crackled on soothingly in the background, shadows dancing on the walls, and the warmth staving off the frigid cold that was all but characteristic of Snezhnaya's nights. Peering out the window would reveal the light, steady snowfall; typically, more blizzard-like conditions would be present, but perhaps the Tsaritsa was in quite a good mood that night in particular, for the snow was gentle in its falling and the winds did not rage on cruelly, biting and nipping angrily at any unfortunate person caught out in the middle of the storm.

       Their mother hummed a soft lullaby to them as her calloused fingers, all thanks to years of sewing and hunting combined, rubbed up and down their back. Their father had been in the kitchen—cooking was a responsibility shared between their parents (and really, how could he have asked his wife to move when their beloved, sweet child was half-asleep on her lap? That was a /far/ too wicked request. No, he would not dare disturb theirs and their mother's peace).

       ...And in a split second, it had all come crumbling down.

       Someone's weight was thrown against the door, causing a loud slam! to resonate within the walls.

       Once, and their mother sprung up, jerking them awake with her motions. In their half-asleep state, they hardly understood what was going on as their father rushed defensively out of the kitchen with an axe.

       Twice, and their mother gathered them in her arms before darting towards the back of the house—the absolute farthest end—at her husband's command. She rushed into one of the bedrooms, swiftly ripping the closet door open and pushing them in, insisting quietly that they hid among the pile of thick winter coats where they would not be seen.

       "You just have to hide for a little, okay?" she murmured softly, deft hands pulling coats over their little body and face. "And remember—stay quiet, okay? Shh."

       At the end of her sentence, she made a shushing motion with a shaky, trembling smile.

       Perhaps it was her attempt at soothing them, but children are often not so easily fooled. The gesture did naught to calm their pounding heart. She had done her best to look certain and reassuring, but all it did was make them all the more terrified.

       Their mother stood up, closing the closet door only slightly; it may look suspicious if it had been closed completely, she thought.

       Then, she was gone, and they were left only with the company of their thoughts.

       It was mostly quiet for a few minutes. They could vaguely make out the muffled sounds of talking—fighting, more accurately. It sounded angry. As if these invasive strangers were demanding something.

       They choked back a sob as the walls shook around them due to the noise. A scream, then a gunshot, then another, and then silence.

       Through the silence, they could discern the sound of wet slicing. Their heart dropped further into the endless pit of their stomach as they tried their best to curl further into themselves and the pile of coats.

       Click, click, click...

       Heels, gradually getting louder as their wearer approached. Someone was coming. Someone was going to find them.

       It all happened far too quickly.

       ...And now, before them, none other than the Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers was kneeled. It was not hard for her to find them, not with all their shuffling and shaking and heavy, anxious breathing.

       Interestingly, she was far less threatening than what they thought she might be. They didn't doubt that she had the capacity to be absolutely horrifying, but with them...

       "You can come out now," she encouraged. Her tone could hardly be described as forceful; if anything, she was... suprisingly gentle. Patient, even, as she held out her hand invitingly. It was as if she were coaxing a frightened animal out from its hiding place. "There is no longer anything to be afraid of."

       Still, they hesitated. "Where—" Their throat was dry with terror and their little voice trembled as it came out. With shaking hands, they moved some of the coats off of them. The Knave did note, however, that they clung to one particlar coat; it must have belonged to one of their parents, if she had to guess. Children clung onto sentimental items like that. They swallowed and tried again: "Where are my parents?"

       "They are no longer with us. I am sincerely sorry. Had I arrived sooner, they might have lived."

       A tremble shook their whole body—whether it was from the cold seeping into their house through the open front door (though the room they were in was a few twists and turns in a hallway away, the Snezhnayan cold was a unique beast in that it could turn a house frigid in a matter of seconds) or from grief, they could not be sure.

       "Where..." They sniffled, hands balled into small fists as they tried to rub away the tears gathering in their eyes. "What do I do? I don't wanna be alone..."

       "You won't be," Arlecchino said. "You will come with me. You will never be alone again."

       All they could do was stumble out of the closet, coat held firmly in their hands and nod. Where else were they supposed to go? Furthermore, how were they meant to say no to a Fatui Harbinger? She was kind enough to offer to take them somewher, and truly, anywhere would have been better than the cold and lonely house in which their parents were killed.

       Though, it was greatly debatable whether the Fourth was being kind or opportunistic.

       At their young age, they couldn't wrap their mind around any ulterior motives she may have had. They could not so much as consider such a thing, not when she so kindly and tenderly took the coat from their hands, wrapped it around their shivering body, and hoisted them up into her arms. She radiated a warmth that they could not help but lean into, head coming to rest on her squared and confident shoulder. It was not so unbearbly cold when they were in her arms.

       One might regard her mannerisms... parental, as if she had great experience with young children and their needs. It surely seemed so, considering how effortlessly and fluidly she handled them. It was like she had done it a million times before.

       Indeed, it would not be surprising if that were the case.

       Arlecchino hummed, adjusting their weight in her arms slightly.

       Then, her nails softly raked over their head and through their hair. Her smooth, self-assured voice reached their ears with a command they could not deny or resist:

       "Rest for now, little one."

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