#and muck around when bored

[crawlingbetweenearthandheaven]

what's your worst traits?

failure to think before i act and general impulsivity; bad temper i don't think i'll grow out of at this point; can be arrogant

[getodrools]

jjk men having wet dreams about you and waking up needy and pants soaked…….. thank you for listening to my ted talk 🌚🌚

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ yes and yes. omfggg the big men of jjk being so whiney and needy >> such a good combooo

★ ┆ NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS .ᐟ ── JJK VARIOUS ‧

FT ‧ gojo, getō, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, dub con, somnophilia, dry humping, lots of messes ( winkwonk ) from vv needy men, dirty taaalk, warnings will be noted and will vary on each character. ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.4k + |

͙͘͡★ SATORU GOJO!

somno, dry humping, fingering, mind fuck ( ?? ) !

Gojo’s eyes are snapped wide. Simply, laying silent and annoyed – tight-lipped and motionless, yet his wet cock is the only thing moving… agonizingly too… Feeling himself twinge between stiff legs ‘till it itched; each panging throb forced his meaty log to rub right up against the mess oozing through thin fabric.

“Fuck…” Gojo was more than annoyed watching how you peacefully drift off beside him, unbothered and probably coveting in the sweetest of dreams… A silent ponder hoping some were of him, just how his every thought was of you. Well, Clearly. The sappy mess globbed up in his pants was an apparent sign even his dreams clutter of just you, to which, Gojo could no longer stay silent about…

“Dreamin' baby?… Bet you are…” Shimmying himself close, the gentle press he rolls with smeared the gluey muck across your bare skin, “Any about me?… I’d hope,” Voice so smooth you swear you could hear your boyfriend echoing in your cute little head, “Just had one of you… i was fucking that pretty pussy…” Like sand falling, he whispers gently at the shell of your ear, taking a nip before, “Mmh… just like this…” Gojo’s hand slips right between the sweet heat of your legs.

“Ah… mmpf–” You twitch. Your brows too, knitting together into a deep parabola. Was this a dream still? A sudden naughty turn from baking with friends sure was a jump! — Ah! But that pinch twisting at your pearled hood felt all too real…

Gojo worked quick. Cooing across naked flesh soothed you back – even soothing the tight bundle of nerves throbbing at his persistence worked well too, “You were wet just like this baby…” The pads of his fingers mush between your slit, gently scrissoring folds open to catch at those lewd webs, “Better be dreaming of me fucking you… so fuckin’ wet…” Gojo hooks a digit in.

“… To… Toru…?” Bedhead sluggish with sleepy eyes drooped, all you could feel was Gojo pressing flush against your ass harder than usual — was there a wet spot too? Each roll he shoved against you worsened the damp spot; all seeping with warm cum and more pre to bleed through your clothes… And was there a damn finger popped in your pussy?!

“Hehe…” That mischievous and annoying giggle hucked right into your neck, “Look who's having a wet dream now, naughty girl…” Needy bastard.

͙͘͡★ SUGURU GETŌ!

somno, oral sex ( f –> m ), cum shot !

The rather poignant moans slipping out from between Getō's lips woke you up. And the obvious tent building in your boyfriend's briefs was standing proudly from strong hips; an obelisk of flesh that jutted out as far as a forearm was a clear indication he was hungry even in deep thoughts...

Bored and damper with a small smile, you listen to how this eruption was caused by you, "Y/n... baby... More..." Tenderly cuddling up to his side to watch his ache – to watch the little twinges in his features spark... Suguru was so cute when he'd have naughty fantasies... Watching how his length jerked around in confines; forcing tight cloth wrapping his capped tip to suffocate. To further damp in wet seed, 'till the dark spot bubbled out with more ropes of cum.

"Fuck–mmh–Please... Need you... fuck..."

Your measly hand dipping between bodies seemed to have drawn out those very feeble dreams he was crying out for to beyond... Especially the second you popped his cock out; he was drenched – sweat and cum were glistening along his length.

Suguru twisted around, unconsciously sucking in his lower lip at the tease, "Yes... mmh..." Clammy skin throbbed under your touch... The wrist-thick girth you twist at oozed, just begging for attention.

Heeding to his needs, you squeeze yourself between his splayed legs; settling to wrap pretty lips around Suguru's crown. And like a suction, you swallow him up; impaling yourself with his slab of cock meat 'till it punched at the fluttering length of your barriers. Blocking the entirety of your windpipe with ease, but too determined to fill his dreams with more fantasies, you gurgle him whole…

Perhaps the sloppy sounds coming from your mouth did little to dissuade him awake, but the tight lip you ring around his midsection forced his face to scrunch in, "Ohmyfuck... baby, yes..." He was close — again!

Salty in white thickness, the slobber you bubble out forced another geyser of hot cum to shoot.

Balls tightening and clenching up to empty across your tongue, Getō gasps, "Baby?! Fuck!" Hips jerking upwards, either surprised to see his pretty girl working his hard cock, or the overstimulation catching him by his throat.

Either or, he was damn grateful to have such an attentive girlfriend, "Holy shit... Babe--" Getō stutters, but the faint smile hanging by a thread was all he could muster up peering down at your muck-covered, pretty face...

͙͘͡★ KENTO NANAMI!

marriage, mentions of pregnancy, cock warming !

Sensitive skin chafing along his briefs, the sap pearling out was sticky. Damnnit. Again?

It's happened three times this week on your honeymoon already, and it's becoming agonizing… He always tried to ignore the way he'd moan and twist himself awake, but it was extra hard dismissing the wet patch soiling his third pair of briefs… It made him feel like a hormonal teen – embarrassing for a grown, now wedded man, but he couldn't help it! You're so beautiful and everything he yearns for – you're just cooped up in his every damn thought!

“Honey…” Nanami sighs.

The soft pads gliding across the curvature of your back form a parabola to arch in chills. You wind your hips, “Mhm?… Oh…” You recognize that sticky patch soiled low in his pants. Memorizing the way how he'd shimmy so close ‘till he could stuff his face into the nook of your neck before humming.

“Mrs. Nanami… My lovely wife…” Gentle voice feathering across the shell of your ear, Kento was gentle, besides the small pinch at your side to make you giggle, “Want to have a lazy morning?”

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“Then you found out you were pregnant.” As those words cooed out, his cock throbs deep inside gummy walls, and your heart does too, “Those are your wet dreams?” You giggle into the pillow, but the soft hump rolling against doughy globes robs that very breath.

“Mhm… Well, I think so? I fucked you full, so I assumed you'd be round and full with my kids…” The tender thrust bucking up into you signifies what he's been craving these past few nights – inner thoughts swirling with the idea of you being packed like a snow cone!

“Oh…” You gulp as Nanami pulls you closer by the hips, nudging in ‘till he was balls deep. It was like putting his dick to sleep in a pillow.

Sinking in every thick, turgid inch of cock meat into spongy walls that snap and suck him in, you could feel your husband worm right up to your womb. Thumping to invade soft barriers – he was stuffing you to the hilt purposely, as if he was trying to fuck the same thought into you…

Nanami hums, “What? Don't you want some one day? Or do you just like being stuffed?” Either or…

͙͘͡★ TOJI FUSHIGURO!

somno, cunnilingus, squirting, he's grouchy!

“Make me a mess…” Toji is irritated, this is a damn work night and he's woken up with drawls sticking to the fat of his thighs, again. Breaking those sweet sweet eight hours of sleep – if any, all of it was swept away with filthy thoughts of you…

Grumbling between the sweet heat of your legs, “I’ll make you a mess.” The assassin speared a wet muscle up and between your folds; flicking at your hood ‘till it puffed out… “Let’s see how you like it…” With a forceful shove, his lips mashed into those soft pillows.

Your head mashed into pillows yourself, unaware of the man feasting below your waist. Only aware— barely aware of those flitted blissful dreams…Which now, all warp into filthy scenes of sweating bodies humping and rolling together… His tongue was working as one of a spring bouncing into place; romping in and out so deep, he was fucking with your imagination...

His mouth suckled over the fine features of you lewdly, nestling the fat into the crook of his nose to ground his lips into lush flesh further. Smooshing folds down to nip at, Toji smirks, watching you swerve in sheets just how he was.

“Oh!— Fuck?!” Your eyes snap back wide, were you cumming? Peering down, “Toji?!” And gasping with wailing hands reaching for the shaggy strands sticking out beneath sheets, you were on the brink.

Still leaden, your were too late to pop off that suction forcing you to topple over... The unexpected clench twisting inside you made your eyes bug out. A sudden breathlessness rose to your throat – all the air in your body was forced out in one huge rush, just like the geyser spewing out from between your legs.

Pussy leaking, the man hiding under sheets peeked up, “Annoying huh?” Shaken and mottled with chills, no. Not… really? Though, the sheets and the entirety of his mouth were soaked, so were a couple of clothes, that was the only peeving thing about this… but it is laundry day anyway…

͙͘͡★ RYŌMEN SUKUNA!

cum eating, blow job-ish, he's also vv grouchy !

"Wake up." One of his strong arms sling over your shoulder, "Brat. Wake up." And it twists at the skin trying to nuzzle under the blankets.. Sukuna sighs, heavily, "You have a mess to clean up. Wake up right now." The rough nudge at your body was more than enough to wake you...

Humming, you whirl around only to get a crotch-level shot of your husband! Blinking, he clearly scooted his damn butt all the way up to the headboard, making sure you'd see the very mess he was complaining about soon as you roused. —And the still pounding cock that jutted in embarrassing need. That thick, meaty pole standing rock hard shaded into a deep red, the cum-soaked skin so flushed, he couldn't stop twitching... oh he was aching...

"Clean me." Sukuna waves a hand around. Subtly pointing at the gooey puddle pooling at his tummy, and it was a lot. Thick too, cooling ropes of midst cum stuck to his barred skin like a busted open bottle of glue.

"Sukuna... It looks like you made this mess—”

"No. You did. You keep sticking yourself in my head. It's annoying waking up like this." . . .

Sighing, "It's O.K to say you were dreamin' of me, again..." He hisses at that remark, but your cooling tongue flicking out simmered his temper...

Nectarous lotion and salt lathered over your lips as your hand dragged a long, languid tease across his shaft, "You're so moody when you're needy." Sukuna went to bite at those words, but feeling you vacuum up the globs of cum forced him to gnaw at his lip instead.

Sukuna's cum strung in your mouth as if you were flossing with it; running thickly down your throat, you slurp his tatted tummy clean. The thick blobs felt like gum rolling around in your mouth, trying to drink him up 'till the only slime trailing and glistening across skin was your messy spit.

"Good girl... Don't forget my cock now.." Milking the rest of his hot load with tight lips, you gurgle down his seed like a smoothie.

Suckling at the King's crown, Sukuna eventually deemed himself clean once you finally kitten-licked all the way down to his fist-sized baby makers... Sparkling new!

͙͘͡★ CHOSO KAMO!

he's a mess, dry humping, he whimpers ofc !

Twisting and turning, Choso was shamelessly humping at the sheets, again. It was almost the AM, but those sweaty limbs linking with yours kept forcing you awake...

"Choso..." You whine, but no louder than the one wafting straight into your back. Choso nestled beneath the covers and sunk himself further down the bed than usual; cramming himself against your spine to hump at the plush of your thighs 'till another bubble of cum oozed out his rubbery tip.

This was the third load he's cried out, so far! It's like a never-ending dream of fucking you raw when your around... He just couldn't stop thinking of you no matter how hard he tried! Even the agonizing nights when he slept on the couch, he'd fuck himself straight into the pillows – hearing whines of your name echoing from down the hall kept you up those times!

Choso's hips keep rutting like a damn dogs, feet kept kicking, and cock still throbbing knowing you were around, no matter what...

The longer he rolled his hips into yours, Choso's mess went tacky. It began to string out in fine lines through the sheer gaps in his confines; almost frothing like icing the longer he kept at it, unknowingly soaking your lower half too.

You couldn't stay sore with him, especially when his droopy eyes fluttered open. He looks so embarrassed out of his mind as he looks up at you like a bad puppy, realizing the mess he's created, he feels like an animal... Shame.

Whines turning into frantic rambles, "I'm sorry... l don't know what get a hold of me... Please..." And the soft whimpers following each syllable soften your gaze.

You peck at his swollen lips. Still too sensitive, Choso winces, and his hips jolt forward.

The wet center of his crotch nudges with yours; poking the hard blanketed tip right between the sweet heat of your legs. All you could feel was runny sap dampening your shorts, almost cooling as it soaked through to your panties, even feeling the moisture cling against your bundle of nerves.

"It's ok baby... I love you too." Nuzzling your nose into his, Choso was on the brink of groping cloud nine, again...

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[eddie-van-munson]

The Princess Bride (Farmhand!Eddie Munson x Princess!Reader)

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Warnings: Mentions of Blood (Nothing Graphic), Kissing, One Subtle Allusion to Smut, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn...I think that's it?

Summary: You've been best friends with the stable boy since childhood, but when a suitor comes from across the sea to ask for your hand in marriage, you're forced to finally confront your feelings for him.

A/N: I hope y'all like this! I've had this in my drafts for literally over a year, but people seemed interested when I asked, so here it is! Please, Please, Please leave a comment! It will keep me writing!

Six Years Old

Your earliest memory of him was from the stream. 

His head was a mess of wild brown curls, so thick they nearly covered his eyes, and his pants had been rolled up past his knees. You'd been sitting in the gardens, ignoring your tutor's endless lesson on etiquette, when you spotted him through the clearing. He wobbled as he waded further, jumping forward suddenly as he tried to catch a fish with his hands. You had to hide your giggle with a polite cough, lest you be scolded.

The boy heard you, though. He stared at you as you obediently walked along the bank behind a man with a large nose. 

You made eye contact with him, and as soon as he noticed he'd won your attention, it became a game. Suddenly, he was pulling funny faces and splashing around the creek like a giant. He held your gaze all the while, flashing you a two-front-toothless grin when you finally fell into a fit of giggles. 

You'd had to recite forty lines that afternoon because of him, but it was well worth it to share a laugh as he mucked about in the water.

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Six Years Old

The next time you saw the boy, you'd fallen ill with fever. It'd been a few months since the stream, and you almost didn't recognize him as he plopped a bundle of healing herbs down on your bedside table. 

"You don't look like a Princess." He crossed his arms before him as he eyed you suspiciously. "You're awfully pale…And you're not even wearing a crown or a dress or anything." 

"I'm sick, you knob." You frowned, "No one wears a crown to bed." 

He hummed, sticking up his nose. "I thought Princesses had to be grown-ups." 

"I'll be queen when I'm a grown up." You announced, bossily. "And you'll have to do everything I say, or I'll send you to jail." 

He scoffed, "Not if I'm the King! The Queen has to do what the King says!" 

You rolled your eyes, "Well, you can't be King." 

"Yes, I can! Haven't you ever read King Arthur?" He pointed, brows raising. "I just have to find an enchanted sword and pull it out of a stone. Then I'll be the King, and I'll send you to jail." 

Your cheeks went pink as you argued, "King Arthur isn't even real!" 

"Yes, he is! And I'll be just like him! King Edward the First!" You giggled, and the boy flipped around from where he'd started strutting around the room, proudly. "What?"

"Edward is a funny name." 

As wildly offended as the boy was by this comment, he had to hide the smile that crept to his face at the sound of your hoarse laughter. "It is not!" 

"Yes, it is! Who's ever heard of a King called Ed? King Eddie!" You held your stomach, falling into another fit of giggles. 

He turned from you indignantly, "Fine! Stay here all alone with your smelly herbs, then! I don't need any silly ole' princess!" 

"No!" You croaked, sitting up in bed. "Don't go. It's so boring up here. I can hardly stand it." 

He sighed, putting a hand on his hip, and thought for a moment. "Only because you'll have me beheaded if I don't." 

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Ten Years Old 

"Oh goodness…You've gotten mud on your dress!" 

Your mother fussed over the little blue dress you were wearing, kneeling beside you to get a better look at the damage. Splotches of brown had been smeared over your front. Even your hair had a few streaks of dirt. 

"I got in a mud fight with Eddie." You informed her, as if the mess was perfectly justified by this. 

She chuckled, "I see. It looks like he may have won this time, hm?" She gave your cheek a gentle pinch, making your nose scrunch. 

"No, he didn't!" You turned, pointing at your friend. He dragged his feet behind you, looking defeated. 

Your mother burst into pretty laughter at the sight of him, resting a hand on her stomach. "Oh lamb…come here." 

The poor boy was absolutely caked in dirt. Not an inch of him was left unscathed. His wild curls were sopping with heavy mud, and you couldn't even see the embarrassed flush on his pouty face. He looked like he'd rolled around in the pig pen.  

The queen tutted affectionately, smirking. "Oh what am I going to do with you two?" 

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Thirteen Years Old

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Tears welled in your eyes as you sat in the windowsill in your room, watching Eddie as he walked quietly by himself in the distant fields, below. "I don't like seeing him cry." 

"He'll be alright, love." Your mother cooed, taking a seat beside you. "I know it's hard to see him in pain, but the poor dear's lost his mother. It might take some time for him to feel like himself again." 

You sniffled, holding your knees. The words trembled when you spoke again.  "He'll be sent away, won't he? He won't be allowed to stay at the palace anymore." 

The Queen frowned, stroking your hair. "Why do you say that?" 

"His mother worked in the laundry. That's why he's lived here so long. Without her, he-" You trailed off, voice cracking as you gave a soft sob. 

"Oh, silly girl." She chuckled softly as she dried your tears. "You think we'd throw Eddie out all on his own?" 

Your brow furrowed, confused. 

"Eddie's a strong boy, sweetheart. He works very hard in the stables and takes good care of the horses. He holds his own…and even if he didn't, he's family. We'd never send him away." 

Your whole demeanor relaxed, "You really mean it?" 

Your mother smiled, "Of course." 

Still, your eyes didn't leave him. You sighed, "He's so sad...He's sad and I don't know how to fix it. 

"I wish we could fix it for him, darling, but that's not how these things work. You can't take away that hurt. You just have to let him feel it." She straightened her dress as she stood, giving your hand a loving squeeze. "But that doesn't mean he couldn't use a friend." 

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Fourteen Years Old 

"I didn't know Princesses were allowed to climb trees." Eddie's grin was stained sweet and red, his legs crossed over a branch lazily as you plucked another strawberry from the bushel you'd collected that morning. 

Your etiquette teachers would be appalled if they could see you now, wearing little more than a chemise in the summer heat as you straddled a thick tree branch. Your feet were bare and dirty where they hung in the breeze. You smirked, "They are if nobody sees them." 

Eddie laughed, and it was such a clear sweet sound that you wished you could keep it tucked inside a locket. You sighed, longing to freeze time and keep things just the way they were forever.

You relaxed against a branch, "I've got my whole life to do what royalty is supposed to do. I've got to do fun things while I can still get away with it."

Eddie chuckled, "Maybe I'm a bad influence on you, after all.

You frowned, "Did someone say that to you?" 

He shrugged, unbothered. "The maids whisper it. They say a young lady shouldn't be left alone with a young man." He put on his best 'prim' voice, making you giggle. "I'm a threat to your innocence!" 

You held your stomach, laughing. "A threat to my innocence? That's horrible!" 

He grinned, "You're telling me!" 

The breeze rustled the leaves in the tree as you lounged, breathing in the sweet summer air. 

Eddie had strawberry juice on his lips. For the first time, the tiny, ant-sized thought of kissing it away crawled into your brain. You squished the ant. 

A bad influence, indeed. 

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Fifteen Years Old 

"Tag!" 

Eddie sprang up from the corner of the barn, sprinting after you as you ran off into the fields. 

You lost him quickly, cutting down and into the gardens. The morning dew was cool as the grass tickled your bare feet, and you nearly slipped as you ran over the stone path. A gloved hand grabbed your elbow to steady you. You turned to see a member of the palace guard; his brows furrowed. "There you are, Princess. Your Mother-" 

It all happened so quickly. Eddie ran through the bushes, a playful grin tugging his lips, and grabbed you from behind, "I've got you!" He yelled, drowning out your giggles. 

Before you realized what was happening, the guard ripped you from his hold, tossing you aside. Eddie was thrown onto the stone path, his temple hitting hard against the tile. Distantly, he heard you shriek. His vision was fuzzy and starry when he felt the weight of the guard pin him down, a drawn sword shoved against his throat. "You shall not touch her!”

"Stop! Stop it!' You grabbed the guard's arm, But he threw you back down. Eddie choked your name. 

"Stay back!" The guard barked at you, pressing harder against the blade. Eddie could feel blood trickling from his head. He was trembling, eyes closed tight. Still, the guard yelled in his face, “Who are you? Hands by your side!” 

"He's my friend!" You screamed hoarsely.

"Get off of him this instant!"

You'd never been so happy to hear your mother's voice in your life. The guard dropped his sword at the sight of her rushing towards him. Immediately, his face drained pale as a ghost. "Y-Your majesty!" 

"Get off of the boy, for god sakes, he's a child! Get off!" The man clambered off of Eddie as your mother knelt beside him, fussing over him dotingly, "Oh sweetheart, your head…You're shaking like a leaf…" 

He blinked hard, trying to clear his vision. The queen turned to the guard as you pitifully crawled over to your friend, pushing his curls back off of his forehead. "I'm sorry I'm sorry-" 

The guard searched for an explanation, "Your majesty, I thought the boy was-" 

"I know what you thought!" She snapped, sternly. She was well aware of the whispers surrounding yours and Eddie's friendship. Your mother's lips were pursed, cheeks red. You'd never seen her like that before in your life. "It gave you no right to hold a weapon to that child's throat!" 

"Your highness, I-" 

Your mother ignored the guard, turning back to you. "Help me get him inside." You nodded obediently as she squeezed Eddie's shaking hand, "I'll send for a doctor to check your head, darling."  

Eddie nodded, dizzily. 

You sat with him later that night when the doctor had gone and his head had cleared. The mark on his forehead would scar, no doubt, but it had been well tended, and any concussion he suffered was minor. This knowledge, of course, did nothing to soothe his nasty headache. 

"You're not a very good sport, you know." He groaned as you took his hand, smirking. "Siccing the palace guards on me just because I tagged you?" He tutted, "What a sore loser." 

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Sixteen Years Old 

"You have to tell!" You ran after Eddie as he hauled a sack of oats through the gardens to the stable. 

He ignored you, holding his nose high. "No, I don't. I don't have to tell you everything just because you're a princess."

You crossed your arms, "You have to tell me because I'm your best friend, you knob. Best friends don't keep secrets!" 

"Sure, they do. You mean to tell me you've never kept a secret from me?" 

You groaned, "That's different! You have to tell me if you fancy someone!" 

Eddie sighed, turning to face you, and dropped the sack of oats. "Why do you want to know so bad?" 

You blushed, stammering. "I…I want to help you confess your love!" 

Eddie laughed, "What a lie! You just want to tease me!" 

"Oh, Come on!" You pouted, putting your hands on his shoulders. If you tell me who it is, I'll tell you a secret, too."

"Tempting." He sighed, picking up the sack again and throwing it over his shoulder. "But no." 

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Eighteen Years Old

"You've got to keep it down…"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he guided you towards the stables. "Why?" 

He laughed, "If I told you why, then it wouldn't be a surprise." 

He smirked when you groaned, reaching for the latch on the barn door. “You know I don't like surpris-..." 

 You went silent as he led you inside slowly, revealing a soft colored mare, and below her, her newborn foal.

"Oh!" You gasped, a smile creeping to your face. You stepped forward, wanting to approach the baby, but Eddie took your arm, gently pulling you back.

"You've got to be careful...the mare's protective of her. I nearly got kicked in the teeth this morning." He chuckled, enjoying the amazement in your eyes as you watched the mother and baby interact. 

"She's beautiful." You mumbled, grinning. 

Eddie couldn't help but smile, "She's strong too..." He paused, breath fanning your neck as he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. "She'll make a good riding horse, one day." 

You met his brown eyed gaze, biting your lip shyly as he nudged your arm with his elbow. 

You could feel him admiring you. 

You liked it.

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Nineteen Years Old

"Oh, Eddie. He was horrible…You wouldn't have been able to stop laughing!" 

Eddie clutched his stomach, laying back against the grass as he toyed with a wildflower. "That's because it's funny!" 

Your fingers fumbled with the ends of your hair, untangling the intricate hairstyle it's been tied up in. "It's not so funny when it's you!" 

Eddie grinned, looking starry eyed, "It really just fell off of his head?" 

"During dinner!" You exclaimed. Eddie fell into another fit of laughter. "Right onto his plate in front of everyone!" 

Your friend sighed, wiping his happy tears as he sat up to gather a handful of clovers. "I can't believe he wore an honest to God wig. The poor lamb." 

You laughed at his faux sympathy, watching his hands as he wove together stems. 

He looked so different from the little boy you'd befriended as a child. His wild curls had grown just past his shoulders now, his bangs often covering the scar on his temple. His arms and back were beautiful, muscles sloping gently beneath his skin, and while he was a hint more bronze than he had been as a boy, his freckles remained. His nose and his dimples had never changed in the slightest, and those big brown eyes reassured you that no matter how much Eddie had grown up, he'd always be that silly little boy, deep down. He'd always be your Eddie. 

"But what's the verdict?" He chuckled, "You never said. Is he the one?" 

You groaned, "You're mocking my pain." 

"I am not!" He fought a smirk. "I didn't want to assume. Maybe he was a wonderful conversationalist." 

You giggled, yawning. "I wouldn't know. I didn't catch a word he said after his hair went into his soup. 

Eddie gave you a fond smile, laying on his elbow beside you, "Here you are, princess. A crown." 

Your heart felt oddly achey as he draped a handmade crown of wildflowers over your head. You smiled, affection in your eyes. 

Your throat was tight when you spoke, "You're better than any prince, Eddie Munson." 

His cheeks flushed faintly. "Well, I don't know about that…" He tapped your nose playfully. "Most princes don't smell like a barn." 

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Twenty Years Old 

"Eddie, darling!" Your mother had called to him as he cut through the gardens back to the stable. His brows raised when he turned to find the Queen accompanied by you and the King. A man Eddie had never seen before held your arm, an unreadable expression on your face. Eddie bristled. 

"Your Majesties." Eddie nodded his head politely as the group approached, his muscles stiff with wariness. 

Your father gave a proud smile, gesturing to the stranger on your arm. "Son, let us Introduce you to Prince Carver the Fourth: Heir to the Throne of Hawkins."  

"An honor to meet you, Your Highness." Again, Eddie bowed his head. He'd never seen someone that looked so stiff. The two of you would have fun joking about it, later. 

Prince Carver was older than you, and by the looks of him, he'd never been outside a day in his life. Every last one of his blonde hairs had been tediously placed, as if he'd been sculpted out of clay, and his boots were perfectly polished black leather. The blonde eyed Eddie with disdain, crinkling his nose at the sight of his work clothes. "Yes, I'm sure." 

Eddie fought an eye roll. Another suitor, he assumed. The Royals were only being polite by offering him a tour, seeing as he'd travelled so far only to be rejected.

The Queen stepped towards him, glancing at the prince. "Eddie has become a very dear friend to our daughter, Prince Carver. Perhaps he would make a nice addition to your staff. He's served us so well in our stables." 

Confusion was visible in Eddie's face. An addition to his staff? What was going on? He looked to you for help, but your eyes were cast down into the grass. 

Prince Carver cleared his throat, "Unfortunately, we aren't lacking any farmhands at the moment, but you need not worry about the princess, your highness. She'll find much companionship in Hawkins, once we are wed."

Eddie felt his blood go cold. Absolutely frigid. 

Once we are wed. Once we are wed. Once we are wed.

His mouth opened to say something, but he couldn't find a single word. He was desperate to look you in the eyes, but his gaze was only met by a small shimmer on your left hand. An engagement ring. 

"Please excuse me, Your Majesties." 

****

Eddie hadn't cried like this since his mother died. 

He hadn't felt the blow of such terrible loss since he'd been orphaned. 

He sat alone in the barn on a stool, tears rolling down his cheeks as he gently stroked his fingers through the mane of the foal he'd surprised you with two years ago.

It was a pretty horse…full grown now and patterned with soft brown spots across her back. You'd named her "Sweetheart" after hearing Eddie call her that. 

Come're, Sweetheart. 

Here you go, Sweetheart. 

Good job, Sweetheart…That's it. 

Pain shot through his chest at the realization that the horse would probably get to go with you to your new home. 

But not Eddie. Eddie would be left behind. 

He clenched his jaw, eyes burning as he buried his fists in his curls and tugged. He was angry. He couldn't help but feel angry. It wasn't fair. His whole heart was being shipped off to God knows where, and there wasn't a word he could say about it. 

It wasn't your fault. You were a princess. Your hand in marriage was a pawn in a game of political chess. It had been since the beginning. Both of you knew this. You always had. So why weren't the two of you happy that this inevitable union was one that would lead the country to thrive? 

Eddie took a deep breath, relaxing his hands from his hair and rubbing tears from his face. 

You'd daydreamed with Eddie before. Lots of times. It was always the same thing.

I wish we could just run off and live in the woods, Eds. Just you and me. We could build a little cottage beside a stream. That way, we could swim in the summertime. You could finally teach me to fish, too. 

Is that what he'd been expecting? Had he hoped, deep down, that he'd somehow end up in that cottage after all, spending summer days with you by a stream? 

Maybe. Or maybe he'd just wanted you. 

He'd dreamt up hundreds of different futures for himself. There were countless paths he'd wandered down curiously in his head, over the years. Some were outlandish and fantastic…some were more modest. As much as they varied from day to day, he was realizing now that his hopes for the future had always held something in common. 

He'd always had you. 

****

The next week seemed never ending. 

Eddie didn't see you once. You were avoiding him. That much was obvious. 

Before the proposal, you made a habit of visiting Sweetheart at least once every day. You liked to brush her as you talked with Eddie, twisting braids into her coarse hair. She was spoiled rotten, no doubt, but that didn't leave the horse feeling any less deprived of attention with the sudden loss of your quality time. She'd gotten fussy over the week, whinnying and pacing in her stall. She'd even started kicking again, when she was feeling particularly agitated. 

Still, you made no appearance at the stable. Eddie was surprised, however, to look over the gate one evening to find Prince Carver walking swiftly through the grass. 

"Your highness." Eddie nodded, spotting the green apple in the man's hand. "Have you come to feed the horses?" 

"Certainly not." Carver scoffed, "I've come on behalf of the Princess. I find it inappropriate for her, as a lady, to be spending time in the stables. 

 I've reassured her that I'll take it upon myself to fulfill any required visits with Sugarplum." 

Eddie frowned, " Forgive me Your Highness, but I think you might be thinking of Sweetheart." 

The man scoffed, slapping the apple down in Eddie's hand before storming off.

 "Whatever the damned thing's name is." 

Eddie swallowed hard, calling after him. "Would you like me to show you how to feed her, Prince Carver?" 

The man laughed cruelly, "Heavens no. That's your job, is it not?" 

**********

"What on earth are you-! Edward Munson!" You gasped, immediately dipping over the stone ledge of your window to reach for him. He laughed, flashing you a boyish grin as he took your hand, pulling himself up and over the sill. 

Christ, you'll crack your skull one day!" You muttered, the both of you giving way to the effort and falling to the floor with a thump. 

"For the present my skull remains intact." He reassured, giving a faux bow of his head. 

You snorted, plucking dead leaves and briars from his thick dark curls. "What on earth put it in your head to climb all the way-" 

Eddie caught your hand, his eyes landing on your engagement ring. His thumb brushed over its stone as your heart sank into your belly. 

"Oh." 

Eddie studied the ring for a moment, taking in its details. There was a long silence. Finally, you spoke. 

"It's a dreadfully heavy thing." You pulled it off, placing it on your bedside table. "It catches on my gown, anyways."

A knowing smile crept to Eddie's lips. He sat in the silence for a moment before reaching into his pocket. 

A small wooden ring was produced, painted delicately along the band with tiny white flowers. He slipped it onto your marriage finger. "How's that one?"

You were breathless. "It..it's..." 

It was perfect. It was the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen, though you couldn't find the words to say so. 

Eddie's thumb brushes over the flowers, "I carved that for you when we were sixteen."

Tears welled in your eyes.

"I had it in my mind to propose to you then. The gardener stopped me when he discovered my plan." He gave a sad chuckle. A comfortable silence hung between you. Eddie took your hand, humming. "Would you have said yes?" 

"Eddie..." A tear rolled down your cheek, only to be brushed away carefully by his ever-gentle hand. You gave a sad laugh, your thumb stroking over his wrist. "You're not being fair." 

"Maybe not." He whispered, "But any man should be damned if he saw you and didn't want to keep you."

"It's cruel." Your voice wavered with emotion. "You know I've loved you since we were children...nothing can be done about it, Eddie."

"Nothing can be done about it?" Eddie gave a humorless laugh, "You're going to be Queen. Everything can be done about it." 

"What would you have me do?" Your brow furrowed. "Tell my father to end our alliance with Hawkins?"

"Yes! Hawkins only seeks to use us for our resources. Forest Hills is better off without their partnership." 

You swallowed thickly. The cicadas sang their response from the Glenside below. Again, Eddie wiped your tears. 

"Love is not something to be kept only for common folk. Your father will understand that. So will your kingdom." 

Something in you crumbled under his gaze. You drew closer, letting him envelope you in his arms. He held you for a long time, stroking your back, sweetly. 

"I spoke to your mother." He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. Your head tilted back; eyes wide as you stared up at him. 

"Did you?" 

"Yes." His eyes were so warm and brown. You had admired them many times before this, but never quite so closely before. "I knew I was to ask for your hand...I couldn’t very well ask for your father's blessing, so I felt your mother's would be just as valuable. To us, at least."

You smiled, your forehead resting against his. "What did she say?" 

Eddie chuckled at the memory, "She pinched my cheek red. I wish you could've seen it. She cried and held my hand...told me she'd always known I would ask her one day." 

You gave a watery laugh, your fingers lacing tightly with his.

"She said she didn’t know if it was possible for me to make you mine, but that nothing would make her happier." 

There was a long silence. Eddie cradled your face, "Do you feel the same, little Princess?" Your pretty eyes fluttered at his whisper. "Do you love me the way I love you?" 

"How could you even ask?" 

Eddie chuckled, "Because I've done nothing but profess my feelings for you tonight, and now I'd like to hear you do the same." 

You chuckled, your smile fading with thought. 

"I knew...I knew I loved you about five summers ago." Eddie smiled fondly, his cheeks going pink. "We practically lived outside then...the world seemed so bright and warm and I didn't realize then that it was all because of you." You reached up, carding her fingers through his messy hair.  "The sun turned your curls golden on the edges-" 

Before you could finish your sentence, he was kissing you. He was soft and warm and strong, holding you close as you melted for one another. Eddie laughed, breathless, when you parted. "I'm afraid I win, then. I've loved you far longer than that." 

You laughed brightly as he kissed you again, working his way down your jaw to the column of your throat. "When?" You breathed, whimpering as he nipped at the crook of your neck. 

"It's hard to say." He moaned softly as you coaxed him back up to your lips, your hands lacing in his hair. "All I know is that I've never loved you more than I do right now." 

Another tear rolled down his love's cheek. He kissed it away. 

"But why these tears, now? Am I really that terrible?" 

You gave a watery laugh. "No. Not at all I...I just..." You gave a little sob. "I want to marry you. I want to be your bride and keep you always, but I can't-" 

"Marry me, then. Right now." 

You frowned, tucking a strand of his curls behind his ear. "What?" 

Eddie thumbed your ring as he caught your hand. "Do we not have a ring? A gown?" He swallows thickly, eyes darting between your night clothes and the mattress beside you.  "A marriage bed?" 

Slowly, You stood, guiding Eddie to stand before you. "We...we have to make a vow" 

"What kind of vow? I've never been to a wedding." 

You stared up at him, eyes brimming with love. "S-Something about.... For richer and for poorer. Through sickness and in health. From each sun to each moon." 

"May I write my own?" 

A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded. 

He looked down at your hands, so soft and perfect in his rough ones. "I wish I could tell you that as my wife, you will want for nothing. I wish I could make you flowery promises about how you won't have a care in the world...but since I can't make you those promises, I'll make you the ones I can." 

He knelt before you, gazing up into your eyes. 

"I promise to you that no matter how hot the summer's day, I'll always climb to the highest branches to find you perfect, sun-spotted apples."

You giggled, a grin splitting your cheeks.

"I promise to let you spoil your horse as badly as you wish. Never again will I deprive her of a single sugar cube." 

Another giggle. Eddie kissed your knuckles.

"I promise to kiss you...often and abundantly...until you can't bear to kiss me even once more."

Eddie grinned at your blush. 

"I can't build you castles, but I promise you a home. I promise you food to eat and sturdy walls to keep you warm. I promise you children to nurse and adore." 

Eddie paused, heart fluttering.

"And I promise you love. The same love for you that I've held long since before I even knew what I was feeling." 

His voice wavers. 

"I promise that at the end of our lives, I will still feel it." 

Eddie clasped your hand with his, "So, Princess. If you'll have me...then with this ring, I thee wed." 

You repeated his words, falling to your knees to embrace him. Eddie caught you in his arms as he stood, peppering kisses to your nose, then your cheeks, and finally, your lips. 

His thumb brushed your new ring, gently. "I can't tell you how it feels to see you wearing it." He gave a watery laugh. "It's been sitting on my nightstand for four years now." 

"I wish I could wear it always..." 

"Why can't you?" He pulled back to meet your eyes.

Your expression sunk, "I'm afraid I'm still scheduled to be wed tomorrow morning." 

"Oh, don't be ridiculous." He hummed. "You think I'd allow another man to marry my wife?"

"Eddie..." He scooped you up, laying you gently upon your mattress before sitting beside you. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid tomorrow." 

He chuckled as you combed through his curls with your fingers. "When have I ever been known to do stupid things?" 

"I mean it. You remember what happened the last time someone thought you were a threat to my innocence. It would kill me to see you hurt." Your fingertips grazed the scar on his temple, stiffening at the memory of his head hitting stone. 

There was a long silence as Eddie gazed at the ring. He kissed each of your fingertips slowly. "Do you trust me?" 

"More than anything." 

Eddie smiled at this, holding your hand to his heart, "Then don't worry." 

You gave a hesitant smile. Eddie cradled your body against his, gently combing through your hair. 

"We must leave tonight." He whispered. "Disappear into the woods. If we rode as far as we could on Sweetheart, it would be nearly impossible for them to find us by the time morning came. It would be difficult, but we'd be free." 

Immediately, you tensed. "Eddie, no. He could have you killed if they found us." 

"Then you'd better hold me awfully tight for as long as you can, my love." 

**********

You woke to the sound of water rushing beside you. You laid upon a bed of moss; a thick blanket tucked around you. You felt shade cover you as a figure knelt as your side. A hand on your head, pushing your bangs back lovingly. You stretched and groaned in response, not wishing to leave behind the warmth of your blanket, and kept your eyes closed.

"What a shame." Eddie cooed with a smirk, seeing right through your fib. "My little wife is simply too weak and exhausted to carry on. I suppose I must leave her behind..."

Your eyes flew open, taking his bait. "Leave her behind!?"

Eddie laughed brightly, pulling you into a smiley kiss. You were beginning to think nothing in the world felt better than kissing him.

Eddie's nose nudged against yours as he hummed passively. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Your jaw dropped, "I do not, Eddie Munson."

He giggled, "You most certainly do, Mrs. Munson. We had a whole conversation whilst you slept."

"What about, pray tell?"

Eddie laid on his back beside her, letting her rest against his chest as he tucked his arms behind his head. "How handsome I am."

You smirked, rolling your eyes as you kissed him. The sun was warm and the cool earth beneath you felt like silk beneath your skin.

"I feel like I could do anything I wanted out here. No one could stop me."

"You could." Eddie smirked with another peck. "But I'm afraid we must keep traveling, my love. We still have a long way to go."

"How far are we going?

He tucked hair behind your ear, "So far they'll never find you. So far that it will be impossible for them to take you from me."

You nodded, curling in against him.

"And once we have finally traveled far enough..." Eddie grinned down at you. "I shall build you our cottage by the stream." 

***********

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I’m so sorry for this guys but

AITA for telling someone their horse was masturbating?

Basically does what it says on the tin. For those of you who don’t know horses can masturbate. It’s most common in male horses under the age of three who have not had their testicles removed and who are confined to a stall or small pen and get really bored. They typically grow out of the behaviour once they’re older or given more freedom. Some owners try to train them to stop it from happening but most just ignore it because it’s better than other boredom behaviours like cribbing and wind-sucking (both are SFW to Google btw).

Anyway, I’m a groom and stable hand, mid-twenties now but been working at my job since I was fifteen (part-time then, now full-time). The stable I work at boards horses and gives lessons but also offers training for young horses, so we get a lot of OTTB here – that is “off-the-track Thoroughbreds”, so ex-racing horses that people typically buy cheap and then retrain to be show jumpers or dressage horses or whatever. One such horse is Bert, who is the horse in question in this situation.

Bert has excellent bloodlines but he sucked as a racing horse so he was sold OTT. The man who bought him, I’ll just call him John, knows nothing about horses – he’s a total beginner in every way, has never ridden and pays other people (including me) to take care of Bert, but claims to be an expert in everything equine because Bert cost him so much money (I don’t know the actual amount but he’s in the section of the stable where the $20,000 Warmbloods are boarded so I’m assuming around that amount which is a lot yes but also not the most expensive horse we’ve had here).

Anyway the actual story – I’m at work cleaning out stalls when John walks past, he completely ignores me as he always does so I do the same and get back to work. A few minutes later he goes sprinting back in the opposite direction which I thought was weird but whatever, I kept mucking, until I heard him shouting for help. I went out into the aisle and he’s there shouting at another groom and demanding to know the emergency vets number (it was a weekday morning btw, so he didn’t need the emergency vet, he just needed the regular vet but that’s meaningless anyway). I went over to see what was happening and he tells me his horse (Bert) is ‘acting weird’ and needs a vet immediately, so I offer to go see Bert for myself and then call the vet if necessary.

So basically yeah Bert was masturbating. Had an erection, was rocking about rubbing it on his tummy, and did NOT want anyone going in his stall or touching him. John points at Bert and says something like “see, he’s sick!” and then tells me Bert tried to attack him when he entered the stall and I just, I dunno, I cough and say that Bert is fine and just wants some privacy right now, figuring that the obvious erection might be a giveaway as to what’s happening? But John turned to me and blurts out word for word “are you an actual retard” and then starts cursing at me and telling me I know nothing and Bert needs a vet etc and so on. I kind of blanked on everything else he said after he called me a retard to be honest because WTF? I don’t really know what went on in my brain in the next few seconds but I ended up shouting – yes, shouting, extremely loudly, it fucking echoed in the stable – “he doesn’t need a vet because HE’S JUST MASTURBATING” in John’s face and then walking back to the stall I’d been mucking.

As I got back to the stall I heard laughter from a couple of aisles over. Apparently my co-workers and some riders who were there had all heard me shout and found it hilarious, and that made me laugh too because it was so freaking ridiculous. I honestly kind of forgot the entire encounter afterwards because we had a horse who actually needed a vet a little while later and yeah, John and Bert just slipped my mind.

I didn’t remember until that afternoon when my boss came to see me and said he’d had a complaint from John who wanted me fired. I did not get fired but I did get ‘warned’ (just a formality, my boss didn’t actually punish me but wanted me to act like I had been if John questioned me later, which he never did). John complained that I’d treated him like an idiot, spoken down to him, and “acted above my position” (those were the exact words he used) causing people to laugh at him. I explained the entire situation to my boss, who also laughed, and that was that, nothing else ever came of it aside from my co-workers telling the story of me shouting HE’S MASTURBATING so loudly it scared a pony into jumping so suddenly that it farted to everyone they possibly could.

Since then John has ignored me even more than before which I honestly consider a blessing, and I would leave this situation thinking I’m NTA except that one of my co-workers brought their boyfriend to the stable recently and when they introduced us the boyfriend said something like ‘oh right, you’re the asshole who talks down to people who don’t know everything about horses’ and yeah. My co-worker was blindsided by that as well and we basically both said you don’t have to know everything about horses to know what an erection means, but since then I’ve been wondering if I am TA in this situation? Like, clearly there were better ways to tell John what his horse was doing, but he called me a retard and also I get paid to take care of horses not to teach the birds and the bees to fifty year olds so I don’t know. I’ll let Tumblr decide.

So, AITA for telling John his horse was masturbating?

Additional info: I'm on a rota with other stable hands so I sometimes groom Bert, muck his stall, attend to his vet/farrier appointments, give him worming paste, etc and so on. I am not his trainer and have no input into when he gets to leave his stall. I've mentioned to my boss a couple of times that he boredom stims and should be in a paddock with other young horses, but John refuses to agree to that for reasons I don't know. My boss has since spoken to Bert's trainer who is now trying to convince John to let Bert have more time outdoors.

What are these acronyms?

[woso-dreamzzz]

Homework

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You try to get someone else to do your homework

Studying was such a bore for you. You hated sitting in a classroom and studying. Lucy told you that you had a restless soul and that's why you would prefer to be out on the pitch rather than stuck inside.

Playing for Manchester City had been a perfect outlet and the call to play for Barcelona had been a dream come true.

It was just a shame that the schooling system still kept you shackled.

Taking online classes was better than physical school but it just meant that the actual studying and doing homework was left solely on you. Keira sometimes would allocate times for you to do it but Lucy would always stage what she would call a jailbreak and take you to the park or get a snack.

Either way, actually doing the work was something that you struggled with.

Which was, as you glanced around the break room, you had an empty word document and a sheet of questions of Spanish open in another tab.

Most of the team were either in meetings or getting food so it was just you and the younger members of the squad. Your eyes roved over them all, glancing back at your screen.

Esmee and Salma were playing each other on FIFA. Jana and Bruna were watching with rapt attention. But you found your target in Ona, who was throwing grapes into the air and trying to catch them in her mouth.

You slumped into the seat next to her, placing your laptop in her lap.

She raised a brow at you. "What is this?"

You gestured to the screen. "What does it look like?"

"Your homework?"

"Wow," You said sarcastically," Well done. It is my homework. Has anyone ever told you you're a genius?"

She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what is it doing here? On my lap?"

You sent her an award winning smile. "Do it for me?"

"Isn't that cheating?"

"It's not a test," You said," Just homework. Besides," You shrugged," It's been melting my mind. None of it makes sense. You'd just get through this so quickly."

She narrowed her eyes, easily seeing through your mediocre manipulation attempts. She glanced at your questions for a moment before she slapped some money into your hand.

"Get me a chocolate bar from the vending machine," She said," And an energy drink too..." She thought for a moment. "And you've got to be the one to ask Lucy and Keira if I can crash around your place tomorrow."

You almost groaned. You and Ona had been planning a movie marathon for weeks now but the tv at your place with Lucy and Keira was better than the one at her apartment so you had been trying to drop hints to Lucy and Keira about Ona staying over but neither had quite picked up on them.

"Fine," You said begrudgingly, standing up," A chocolate and an energy drink. Got it."

You slipped out of the room with little fanfare. If Ona managed to get your homework done quickly then the rest of your afternoon would be free to snack and muck around until Lucy and Keira came to take you home.

With the staff and the rest of the girls in meetings, the hallways were empty. You got to the vending machine with ease, punching in the code of Ona's favourite chocolate and energy drink. You've just fished them out when a shiver ran down your spine. A shadow fell over you.

You turned around slowly and was met with the face of your captain, dripping in disapproval.

"Nena," She said and your usual nickname struck fear into your heart," Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?"

While Keira grew bored of making you study and do your homework, Alexia did not. Your very first day in Barcelona consisted of you walking into the locker room to see her standing by your cubby with the school schedule you had given over to the staff.

You were pretty sure that if you didn't already know Keira and Lucy from City then you would have ended up moving in with Alexia, if only so she could keep a close eye on your studies.

"I...er...Went to get some snacks?"

She raised a brow at you. "Really? Ona's favourite snacks? What were you meant to be studying today, your Spanish? If I go into the break room, will I find Ona doing your work for you?"

You didn't answer.

But that was answer enough.

Alexia sighed, one of those long drawn-out sighs that only ever really got used on you - and sometimes Mapi, when she was acting particularly like a kid.

"Sorry?"

"No, you are not." She took you by the shoulders, making you walk in front of her all the way back to where Ona was sitting, dutifully typing away at your homework. She cleared her throat.

Ona turned and immediately went pale. She looked at you. She looked at Alexia.

"She bullied me into it!"

"Liar!"

Alexia fixed you both with a stern look that you wilted under. "So, you're telling me a sixteen-year-old bullied you into doing homework, Ona?"

"Er...yes?"

"Go and do three laps."

"Alexia!"

"Do you want to make it four?"

Ona took off running and you shoved the drink and chocolate bar into her hands as she passed.

With her gone though, Alexia's ire was firmly back on you. She plucked your laptop up from the sofa and placed it on the table. You knew what she wanted so you went without fuss, slumping into the seat.

She made you watch as she deleted all of the work Ona had done for you.

"You're smart, nena," She said as she did it," You just do stupid things. Do I have to take you with me to my meetings now? To make sure you get your work done?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, not wanting an even longer lecture. You, however, didn't keep your feet out of your mouth because you replied," You hover enough. I don't need you watching my every move."

Alexia sent you a withering glare and you shrunk in your seat. You hastened to placate her and started typing. It seemed like you did understand what you're homework was telling you, the little break to get Ona's snacks must have given your brain the respite it needed.

Alexia slid into the seat next to you. She didn't do much - barely even checked her phone - but made sure to look over your shoulder as you wrote.

By the time, you've finished, it's time to break for lunch. Esmee and Salma had just left so you tried to catch up with them but the hand at the back of your collar stopped you in your tracks.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Alexia told you succinctly," I've still got clothes left over from when you last visited. You'll sit at the table and do that economics essay you've been putting off and, if you get it done without complaint, I'll check over what you just finished."

You made a face. "Is this your way of saying I completely flunked it?"

Alexia rolled her eyes and you knew by the way she tucked you under her arm, that she was no longer mad. "Focus on the positives, nena. If you're very good, we'll even order dinner to the house."

[metalotaku-da]

Dcxdp Danny phantom and klarion are friends.

Danny as the ghost king who loves to prank loves teaching a younger appearance klarion all kinds of fun gags and tricks of magical nature. It's like the younger sibling he always wanted. And is a nice break from some of his royal duties. But things have been a little busier than usual they haven't gotten to really get out and have fun. Danny is 30 looks 20. Klarion is looking 14. But in the thousands for age.

Klarion is bored and upset. He wants time with Danny to himself. No interruption from clockwork or the eternal. Other ghosts. No one. It's not fair. He needs a plan to sneak Danny out of the infinite realm, hide him and not be the fall guy when they get caught. Because it's clockwork they will be caught it's the when. He needs someone else to do the summoning work. But who and how.

He lands on John Constantine. Clockwork doesn't like him much. And Danny inherited all the old kings claims. So he be able use that if things got dicey. And klarion is not a fan either of the jerk. To buddy buddy with nabou. So he has a fall guy to blame for the summoning. Just needs to setup a prank so good that John thinks he has no choice but to summon someone who could destroy the world.

Takes him a week to land on act like I'm gonna do it so he has to first. Easy. And he can brag to a bunch of villains to really drive the urgency. Perfect.

Plan worked like a charm. Maybe to good though. John got a bunch of heroes to help. No good no good. John is lieing to his super jerk friends. Klarion can see the seal. It will make Danny weaker and lock him to the jerk like a dog on a leash. Not to the artifact he said they could lock him away with. He's gotta fix this quick. He drops in the pawns he recruited to distract. While discreetly changing the ruin on the summoning without mucking it up so it doesn't work. All while fighting zantana, and racing the circle lighting up.

The summoning is completed. But something obviously went very very wrong. Klarion has teakle distract zantana while he goes over the summoning again to see what he shifted. Oopsie. The ruin for shrinking power turned to shrinking age. But thats ok. It can be fixed later. Maybe. Probably. He didn't get the teather changed before it set. But that's an easy fix by killing Constantine. But his friend is here. And now they can really play. So it's all good. Klarion is ecstatic. So much so teakle runs to him as he shrinks causing one of the supers to over swing on an attack on his familiar.

But Danny needs a minute. As he blinks wearily on his feet. Rubbing at his face. Ugh summoning. He hates summoning. And this had to be a strong one. Because he couldn't resist like most of them. Whatever once the brain fog clears he'll be good and can really give the jerks who did a real stern talking to. Or maybe he'll scare them. That sounds better. Standing infront of him is a blonde man looking like a dirty drunk cop dective from TV. Who is gapping at him as a cigarette burns on the ground at his feet. This guy has to be like a gaint too cause Danny has to really crane his head back to look up at his face. There is a bunch of commotion going on but he's to focuses on this weird feeling he has towards this weirdo. Who seems like he's confused. Maybe it was an accident. Whatever. Danny still isn't happy. He puts his hands on his hips. "Hey jerk face! What do you think your doing?" Then Danny's eyes went wide. "Oh by the ancients is that my voice! What's wrong with my voice!" Danny now clutched his throat before waving his arms wildly at the creepy man. "What did you to me you weirdo! I sound like a baby!"

"It a bloody fucking child."

"It's bad to cuss infront of kids Constantine." Someone else says outside the circle.

Danny's head snaps their direction. Danny's eyes widen as he puts his hand into view looking at himself panic taking over and he looks around at all these tall people looking at him or fighting. He opens his mouth to scream in fear or frustration he doesn't know till he hears a voice he recognizes.

"Don't wail, don't wail!" Danny closes his mouth and looks around for the source.

"Klarion?"

"Sorry my bad. I messed up change the circle so it wouldn't weaken you. And well oopsie " klarion rushed into the circle hugging little Danny tight. "But you are here. So now we can play." Klarion gasped as he pulled back from Danny. "I can be the big brother now!"

"Noooooo, klarion I was already a little brother. I wanted to be a big brother more." Danny whined. His white hair flopping over as he rolled his head in complaint.

"To bad. I'm the big brother now. We are gonna have so much fun. You just have to get rid of this looser so we can go do our thing." Klarion gestured towards Constantine.

[sunfyresrider]

You’re the best part of me

Aegon II Targaryen X Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The beginning of your secret relationship with Aegon proved why you need to stay with him for the rest of your life. TW: forbidden relationship, daddy kink, smut, watersports, virgin!reader, Aegon isn’t the best influence but he can show you a good time. AN: Too lazy to proof read or edit. Part one of two, best smut I’ve ever produced if I say so myself. May or may not finish tomorrow depending on if my inspiration to write returns.

Most believed being a princess was filled with days of excitement and adventures no one else could comprehend. They had choices and power unlike anyone else who shared their gender. Except, those who assumed that were all tragically incorrect. Being a princess meant you rarely left your castle, you must obey everything others tell you, you had no faculty since you lacked a cock.

It was dreadfully boring and each hour seemed to stretch on for days. However as you aged you gained one unlikely companion that made your days seem less droll. Aegon, your uncle, was not as bad as he may appear to others. Yes, he drank a bit much and scoffed at his duties more than others but he, like you, was still young.

He was the only one who joyfully kept you entertained and filled your life with some adventure. Aegon played games with you, let you join in on pranks, took you to explore the city streets and actively helped you escape septa lessons. He was by far your favorite person and truthfully your only friend.

It was easy to speak to him, as if he were the only one who truly understood your feelings. At this point he probably knew everything about you and how your mind worked exactly. It was not one sided affection, you knew as much about him.

Tonight was one of the rare times you both decided to escape the keep together. Aegon had adorned you with the shabbiest clothing he could find and a little hate to hide your identity. Everyone in Flea Bottom knew him by now so there was little point in disguising himself.

Your destination? The one place Aegon swore to never allow you to go to. You’ve never seen a brothel before and you would be lying if it didn’t pique your interest. Besides, Aegon was the only one you trusted enough to take you anywhere. You quickly undid the bundle of clothing gifted to you, "Wait outside while I dress." He cocked an eyebrow, "Are you being shy, Princess?"

"Aegon,” You warned him. He put his hands up in mock surrender and disappeared into the dark corridor of Maegor's tunnels. You quickly stripped your dress away, discarding it onto the floor. Cautiously, you tiptoed into the tunnels, holding onto the walls to feel your way in the darkness.

You called out to Aegon, who did not reply. It became increasingly eerie the farther you walked inside, especially since most of the torches were blown out and the walls were covered in cobwebs. You creeped forward, slipping when the wall opened up to another hallway. "Boo!"

You squealed, backing hard into the right wall. The sounds of Aegon’s chuckles echoed within the vast hallways. "You aren't funny!" He snatched your hand and began the descent to Fleabottom, basking in your annoyance. The specific exit you used led to Fleabottom, or at least close to it. It was an alleyway filled with muck and excrement but was the best place to go when someone doesn’t want to get caught.

Luckily, the stench of cow shit and rotting waste slowly dissipated as you got close to the main busting streets within the city. As always, the streets were filled to the brim with people from all walks of life. Your favorites were always the citizens from Tyrosh, with painted hair and unusual hats dancing in the street.

Aegon wrapped an arm around your shoulder in a protective manner, pulling you into him. You attempted to work yourself out but his grip was insatiably tight. "Uh uh, no running away in this area. Men will descend upon you like moths to a flame if I let go." You gave up on trying to escape, besides his body provided much needed warmth.

As the journey continued the music rang louder in their ears. The kind only drunken bards would play in the late hours. You began humming along to the tune, your feet becoming jittery with the urge to move. Aegon loathed dancing and you knew it, but he would never say no to you. "I want to dance!"

He shouted back over the noise, "I can't dance!" You shoved his body away from you, grasping his hands. "That wasn't a request, Twas’ a demand!" You spun him in a circle, twirling every so often. His face turned a bright shade of red, his feet tripping over themselves. The sounds of your laughter reverberating in his ears.

Aegon could watch you like this forever, red faced, blinding smile, and not a singular care in the world. It was a minuscule moment in the grand scheme of things but it would be one that never left his head. Seeing you enjoy the life bestowed on you so easily, It was the only thing he looked forward to anymore.

However, there were other things that would bring him enjoyment tonight. Acts that would never leave his brain even in his dreams. So, he entertained you with several more songs. Let you drag him as you prance around the cobbled square. Allowed you to step on his toes and nearly run into other couples so long as you remained happy.

But as your breath became heavy, and your steps began to slow. When you began to lean into him more than what was deemed appropriate and your excitement deemed. Aegon decided it was time to take your leave.

He tugged you closer to him, leaning to cup your ears. "I think it's time we get out of here,” he shouted into your ear, voice barely audible over the instruments. "I'll follow your lead, my Prince"

The journey to the other side of town was short, however the people around you became more conspicuous the farther you went. The smallfolk looked more rugged and the number of men increased indefinitely. All the women were inside windows, hanging out and hollering incoherent sentences.

This was the beginning of the Street of Silk, and the end of your night. The women wore less clothing and their bodies were far bustier than that of regular peasants. Dare you say they were becoming prettier the farther in you traveled.

Aegon’s grip was unbelievably tight, and his eyes rarely roamed anywhere but you. You failed to understand previously why he adorned you with boys clothes, now you were getting a hint. Anyone who remotely resembled a girl was immediately glared at like they were prey. You hoped the place you were going was far less… uneasy feeling.

The building with the red door was on the far end of the street of silk, the patrons became fewer and fewer the closer you approached it. Seemingly, he took you to the most private place on the entire road. Aegon’s grip lessened as he knocked on the door thrice.

An older woman, with breasts falling out of her chemise opened the door. Her eyes scanned over you both, a curious look plastered across her face. “One room in the back," he deadpanned. Aegon tossed her a bag of coins, overpaying her by the look on her face. “Of course, my prince…” She paused, glancing over you twice more. “…And princess.”

The inside was decorated almost elegantly, the women wore more clothing made out of expensive silks, dyed with colors from Tyrosh. It was far more clean than what you assumed a whore house to be, “What is this?” Aegon appeared aloof to his surroundings, “The most expensive brothel you’ll ever enter, reserved for those who want to avoid prying eyes and fuck virgins instead of experienced whores.”

Your face twisted in disgust, “No need to be so crude.” The woman with black hair stopped at a room at the end of one of the vast hallways, dropping the key into Aegon’s hand before taking her leave. A few of the other workers glanced by as they walked past you, your ears ringing with the subtle noises coming from the various rooms around you. “I didn’t mean to be crude, it’s just the truth. Would rather take you here than a place covered in filth.”

Aegon was partially lying, you probably wouldn’t have minded witnessing it all but it would be a cold day in the seven hells when another man was allowed to gaze upon your nude form. “How thoughtful of you,” the door opened to a room illuminated gently by candles. The windows were covered with red silks and the bed appeared completely unused. It almost looked comfortable.

You walked around the room,carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. You gently bounced on it once, testing for stability. Aegon did not wait, he locked the door and pulled the blinds closed, plunging the room in a darkness only the few candles could help.

You felt Aegon kneel in front of you, a small piece of fabric sliding against your legs. His head began to rise up, resting against your thigh. You shuddered, "What are you doing, Aegon?" He stared up at you with those beautiful large blue eyes. "Waiting for permission, princess.”

Your face began to heat up, you shifted in your seat, trying to hide the growing arousal in your pants. You stuttered over your words, “I- I think I am ready." Aegon knelt upwards, sliding his hands up your body to cup your face. Your breathing quickened as you felt him move closer and closer, until he pressed a kiss against your lips.

Your eyes slowly closed, awkwardly you tried to move your lips with his, following his movements closely. Aegon smiled against your lips, his hand sliding down your body, down your stomach, until he reached the front of your breeches. “Don’t be nervous,” he hummed in a seductive tone you didn’t believe he possessed. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

Aegon’s hand slid down to your breeches, slowly unlacing the strings that held them together. He slid them off you with haste, exposing your thighs to the cool air. Aegon licked his lips, his hands sliding against your silky soft skin and thumb grazing over your cunt, sending jolts through your body.

His finger dipped down, sliding along your folds, spreading them as he did. A soft groan rumbled in his throat, "So wet for me already." Aegon’s head dipped down, the sensation of his lips against your core making you squeal.

He began to nip at you gently, using his tongue to trail your slit and collect all your juices on his tongue. He groaned into you, “You taste so sweet, Princess." Aegon began to suck on you gently, using his tongue to part your folds.

You gasped, feeling his fingers rub at your entrance. Your thighs clenched around his head, a new feeling building inside you. “A-Aegon I need to pee,” you squeaked. He dropped a finger inside you, pressing against the soft spongy spot inside you. “Just wait, promise,” he murmured into you.

His tongue lapped against you more fervently, his fingers pressed inside you with ease. "A-Ah, Aegon-" He added an another finger , curling his fingers so they hit your sweet spot perfectly. "That's it, princess,” he groaned, the vibrations from his baritone voice sending shockwaves through you.

Your eyes screwed shut as your body became tense, his fingers working inside you. Your hips twitched, unable to find a rhythm with him as the pleasure built within you. His tongue moved circles around your bud, nibbling at it every so often. The strange feeling inside you began to burst, your legs trembled and your arms struggled to support you. You truly believed you had to pee, "Aegon I-," you cried out, your thighs clamped down on his head.

Aegon’s tongue moved fervently, fingering you with more ferocity. You felt yourself tighten around him, his name tumbled from your lips over and over again as he kept up his pace. His fingers purposely hitting a certain spot repeatedly, the coil inside your core began to unwind. As your orgasm began to crash down over you, your bladder released itself accidentally.

This didn’t remotely phase him in the slightest. Aegon kept his mouth pressed to you, feeling your juices drench his hand. Murmuring praises, “Such a messy girl… Keep cumming for me. Fuck that’s so fucking hot.” Aegon did not let you move an inch, his fingers working you like a puppet as the pleasure sent you into a frenzy.

You collapsed onto the bed, heaving as your heart steadied itself. You were unable to see him through the haze but you could feel him smile against your cunt, kissing your thighs and moving towards you. Aegon crawled on top of you, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

His hands found their way under your tunic, lifting it over your head. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, his lips suckling at your neck. He shifted above you, rolling his hips against yours in a seductive manner. You gasped, feeling his cock press against you.

His lips traveled down to your breasts, teasing the tender flesh with his tongue. Aegon pressed a kiss to your nipple, his hips rolling again. You mewled softly, unable to fight back any moans that escaped you. His mouth sucked on your nipple, nipping it lightly with his teeth.

“Aegon,” you whimpered, growing impatient. He pulled back, cupping your face so you looked directly into his eyes. "Needy for my cock too, Princess?" You nodded lazily, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He smirked at you, tugging his cock free with his left hand.

His length pressed against your cunt, your breathing became ragged as you stared up at him. Aegon slid his cock along your slit, you could feel the precum dripping from his tip onto you. He continued to tease you, moving it up and down, pressing against you. You bit your lip, whining softly, "Please, Aegon."

"That's not my name," he pressed against you harder, his tip pushing into you. You arched your back, trying to coax him further inside you. “M-My Prince, please,” you whimpered. Aegon clicked his teeth together, teasing your entrance but refusing to go further. “Try again, little girl.” You flushed at the pet name, a mix of arousal and embarrassment flooding your system. You looked up at him, eyes pleading, "Please, Daddy, I want you to fuck me."

“That’s my good girl,” his hips slowly moved forward, his cock slowly stretching you out. Your mouth fell open, eyes screwed shut. You whimpered as he pushed deeper inside you, filling your cunt entirely. Aegon paused, "Am I hurting you? I’ll be gentle." You shook your head, “p-please keep going, daddy.”

You felt him shift, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. His hips moved backwards before sliding back in, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. Aegon's thrusts were gentle at first, slow and calculated. "Gods you're tight," he growled in your ear. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close.

“Beg for it,” he growled into your ear. You moaned softly, not entirely sure what he meant. You pressed your lips against his shoulder, kissing it softly. Aegon stopped moving, his breathing heavy, "Don't play dumb. Beg for me to fuck you harder, Princess." You felt your face heat up at the thought.

"P-Please," you mewled, "Fuck me, Daddy, I want you to fuck me harder." Aegon let out a shaky breath, pulling his hips back so only his tip remained inside you. His hands grabbed your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin. "Better," he huffed, slamming inside you. You let out a yelp, his pace increasing with every thrust.

Aegon pinned your hands behind your head, holding you in place with his right. "Who does your cunt belong to, Princess?" His free hand began toying with your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your moans and whines increased in volume, "Daddy! I-it belongs to daddy!"

"Louder," his hand was moving faster now, rubbing your bud relentlessly. You couldn't see through the blur of tears in your eyes, his hips slapping against you loudly. "Daddy! My cunt belongs to daddy," you cried out, your voice echoing in the small room. “That’s my perfect little girl,” he slurred.

Your walls began to flutter around him, feeling a pressure begin to build in your core. You squeezed your thighs together, pulling at Aegon. His breath became shaky, his eyes temporarily rolling into his head. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you princess? Cum on my cock like a good little girl, hmm?," he growled into your ear.

Your hands grasped for his, squeezing tightly as the coil began to snap within you. "A-Ah, Daddy-" Your back arched, eyes squeezing shut as the pressure built inside you, "Yes, yes, yes," Aegon's moans were becoming more frequent, his face glistening with sweat. Your legs twitched around him, your walls clamping down around his cock.

"Fuck," he hissed, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. “D-Da- Aegon,” you moaned loudly as a different kind of pleasure washed over you. Your cunt began to spasm around him, soaking his cock with your juices. “Oh gods,” he moaned loudly, his head tilting backwards. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he began to fill you with his seed. His hips jerked erratically, his fingers squeezing your hands tightly.

Aegon collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You could feel his heart racing, a mixture of excitement and satisfaction coursing through you. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “I love you," he murmured into your ear.

You paused for the first time tonight, a blush quickly coating your cheeks. You had never expected to hear those words from him, ignoring the fact you just coupled mere moments ago. Your fingers unconsciously combed through hair, pulling him closer to you. "I love you too,” you spoke softly.

He had been with you since the beginning and you never grew tired of him. He was the only one you wished to spend time with, to experience things with, and to sleep with. You smiled sleepily, the realization coming over you, "I love you too."

[daceydeath]

When you Fall and Hurt Yourself While Dancing - Maknae Line

Pairing: OT8 x reader Word Count: 2.3k Genre: Fluff, Angst Warnings: Swearing, Injury (obviously) Requested

a/n: This is part 2 of a request you can find the first part here

Han: You had been stuffing around in the studio for the past 45 minutes waiting for his members to arrive before you left Han to practice with them and go home to start cleaning up after spending the day together. Being that you were both bored and both feeling a little too over energetic what had been watching videos on your phone while he warmed up had turning to a full on episode of him chasing you around the dance studio.

"Baby let me catch you I just want to tickle you a little bit" he cackled as he reached out to grab you as he started to corner you again.

"No fucking way Ji" you squealed back dodging him successfully and making it to the other end of the room.

"But you're mine" he whined playfully "I want to tickle you and kiss you and squish you".

"Nooooooo" you shrieked again as he once again attempted to catch you only this time he did manage to grab the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie, spinning you around and making you lose your balance. Trying to right yourself you stepped to your left immediately colliding with Han who knocked you to the ground and he continued at full speed. You screamed loudly as you hit the ground tears instantly running down your face as you looked at your ankle which did not look right.

"Baby?" Han questioned looking at you sitting in a heap in the middle of the floor.

"What's happened?" Minho yelled as he, Hyunjin and Seungmin flew through the door looking around wildly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you were feeling dizzy and beginning to hyperventilate as you started to panic.

"We were mucking around she fell, or I knocked her, I dunno Hyung" Han cried as his eyes filled with tears as he crouched beside you.

"Shhh" Minho whispered to you as Hyunjin called Chan and Seungmin called for an ambulance "You will be just fine, just lay back for me, you can use my hoodie as a pillow while we wait" Minho was trying to sooth both of you into a vague sense of calm before either of you panicked yourself too much he also threw the hoodie Seungmin had been carrying over your foot to prevent you seeing it.

Chan and the others arrived quickly after Hyunjin called him and the others were told over the group chat that the schedule would be moved to later that night because you had been hurt. You continued to lay of the floor tears running from your eyes because of the pain and the fact that Han had started to get past his panic and was blaming himself for everything.

"I never should have been mucking around with you" He sniffed holding your hand tightly.

"It's not your fault Ji, we just collided" you sniffed looking at up him with watery eyes.

"I never should have asked you to come today, I know how clumsy you are and I know you get hurt all the time" he continued making you pout. By the time the ambulance arrived the other members were trying their best to keep you distracted not just from the pain but from your sulking boyfriend.

"Just hold still Miss I am going to have to have a look at your ankle, it might be better if you look away in case it makes you squeamish" the paramedic explained in as friendly a way as possible as he lifted the fabric hiding your ankle from the others.

"Is it really bad?" you whimpered sullenly.

"I'm pretty sure it's broken but we won't know until we get you some x-rays" the other one explained helping you onto the gurney as Han looked like he was going to pass out.

Felix: You had been stuffing around with Changbin learning the choreography to the new Nmixx release and although you were competent when it came to learning other groups dances for TikTok challenges you were in no way, shape or form an actual dancer which is why you always learnt them with Changbin. Unlike your adorable and sweet Felix who was absolutely a dancer who focused on precision, Changbin focused on fun as well and always made you laugh even when you obviously screwed up.

Being in Nmixx's studio was a little weird but the girls were super sweet when they had first run through it with you so you could practice before Changbin filmed with them later that afternoon. It had been going smoothly until you tripped over your own feet a rolled your ankle slightly wincing as you stood up to the soundtrack to Changbin's loud laughter.

"How are you so clumsy?" He continued laughing while you pouted and restated the track on his phone so you could try again.

"I can't help it you know" you glared at him through the mirrors as you took a quick sip of water and re joined him in to go over it again before you were going to film it for him this afternoon so that the others could continue their schedule uninterrupted. You went over it once flawlessly but the run through on the next chorus was anything but, stepping on your own half undone laces you sent yourself once again crashing to the floor. Changbin would have started laughing again if you didn't instantly cry out in pain your ankle already starting to swell as you tried to stand.

"Fuck, Felix is going to kill me" he sighed scooping you off the floor as your tears started falling "It's ok we will go back to our studio and get the staff to wrap and ice it".

"Why does it hurt so much?" you whimpered as he walked down the hall holding you close.

"I'm pretty sure its swollen, I'll call a doctor and make you an appointment if Felix doesn't kill me first" he shushed you reaching the door of the kids practice room. Opening the door you could hear music and loud laughing which stopped as soon as they realized that Changbin was carrying you.

"Baby, what happened?" Felix was beside you helping Changbin get you seated on the couch "Hyung you need to be careful with her".

"Lixie, I fell over my own feet it wasn't Changbin's fault although he did laugh at me" you sniffed a little not wanting to seem too upset about it.

"Yeah it's not my fault she tripped twice in one chorus" Changbin added jokingly trying to cheer you up.

"Still you're too precious to me to get hurt" Felix pouted making you smile at him as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. One of the staff had come in and put an ice pack on your ankle and was trying to get your shoe off as gently as possible.

"I'll take you to the doctor baby" he frowned looking at the bruise already forming under your skin "Then no dancing without supervision" he whispered to you making you want to roll your eyes if they hadn't been full of unshed tears.

Seungmin: You were both laughing like idiots and messing around when the inevitable competitiveness of the members came out.

"I bet you dinner that you can't do the chorus holding our maknae" Lee Know teased Chan making you giggle as Jeongin looked confused as to why he was getting dragged into the argument.

"You couldn't do it holding Hannie!" Chan laughed as he challenged him right back as the whole stupid bet continued until somehow everyone in the room had been roped in and you were looking increasingly confused as to why exactly you had to be the one in Seungmin's arms when you weren't even a member.

"Guys, you know this is stupid right?" you quipped as they discussed whether piggy backs would count and other stupid factors.

"They know bub but food is on the line now so it is on" Seungmin laughed making you realize that for him this was just about the teasing rights that would come later. Sighing you let him put you down now that it had been decided that Changbin, Chan, Lee Know and Seungmin were going to attempt the do the entire choreography with another member or, since Hyunjin wasn't there at that very second, you on their back.

"Ok so whoever drops their member or girlfriend" Lee Know gestured to you" first buys everyone dinner".

"So Chan then?" Changbin cackled as he lifted Felix easily.

"Don't even say it I am not trading you for Felix just because you think Chanbin hyung is less likely to drop you" Seungmin groaned before you could open your mouth so you just pouted instead making all of the boys laugh. Lee Know started the track and they all got into position with you clinging to Seungmin for dear life.

The first verse had barely finished when Lee Know started bumping Chan to throw him off, then bumping Changbin to get him to lose when Chan remained steadfast. It was hilarious watching them try to get through the song while continuing to throw Felix, Han and Jeongin around as they tried not to let go from laughing. So by the time it had gotten to the last chorus it was utter chaos with every opportunity to make one of the others stuff up the preference to actually following the choreography, Lee Know was again being a menace and trying his best to knock over Chan eventually tripping him and sending him stumbling into Seungmin and you and making the four of you crash to the floor in a pile of limbs and curses.

Lee Know's chorus of celebration with Changbin was short lived as each of the boys lifted themselves off the floor leaving you whimpering softly.

"Shit, bub?" Seungmin stopped his smiling instantly when he heard you crouching instantly back down beside you as the room fell into silence.

"I can't get up" you sniffed "my ankle isn't right".

"Here let me and hyung get you to the couch" he soothed trying to hold in the worry that you could see in his eyes. Chan stepped forward looking concerned the bet long forgotten now as he instructed you exactly how he and Seungmin were going to get you to the couch.

"I'm sorry" you apologized softly knowing that what had been them enjoying themselves was now them all looking guilty as Felix wrapped an icepack in a towel for you to put around your ankle and Chan strapped it in place so it would keep the swelling down.

"I think we are all going to have to buy you dinner now" Han joked trying to make you smile.

"Oh yeah that makes it all worth it, she can't walk but she gets eight free dinners" Seungmin snapped still looking at you and smoothing your hair back down.

Jeongin: Innie had been glued to you all morning so since it was your day off work you had been dragged to rehearsal so he could still be near you despite having to still stick to his schedule. Greeting the others you had sitting in the corner watching them and playing on your phone for an hour before they started to get organized to film half a dozen Tiktoks for their album promotions you laughed as you watched Felix practice a random one that he had been trying to convince the boys to do which you had filmed last week with Innie's help.

"My jagi filmed that last week she did so well" he started bragging pulling out his phone to show Felix.

"Woah you really did, do you want to help me teach the members?" Felix grinned impishly knowing that none of them were able to say no to you since they all saw you as a precious little sister.

"I'm not as good as you Felix, it's embarrassing" you flushed covering your face.

"Aww so cute" Changbin teased making you even more flustered.

"Please go over it with me and then the guys will see its not so stupid" Felix pouted and you nodded unable to resist his puppy eyes like every other person of the whole team. You stood beside Felix as Innie started the music loudly before Felix counted you in and you started to dance even though it took all of thirty seconds you couldn't help laugh as Innie acted like a personal cheer squad for you.

"See it's super easy and its fun so we are going to do it in pairs" Felix grinned as the other members begrudgingly agreed. After a few run throughs the professional dancers that they were had learnt it well enough to perform it and you watched as Felix and Hyunjin went first followed by Chan and Changbin.

It was only when Changbin thought it would be hilarious to dump a cup of water over Seungmin's head during his turn that things all went wrong. Seungmin had pared up with Han so when the water hit the floor so did Han who took out Seungmin and then pair of them slid straight into where you were standing to the right of the staff member filming them taking your legs out from under you and making you crash into the mirrors.

"Ow" you yelped loudly tangled up with the two boys as you whimpered every time one of them wriggled to get up.

"Jagiya" Jeongin shouted skidding across the floor to you and helping to slide you out from under them "Where are you hurt? How can I help? Why would you even do something so stupid that my jagi got hurt?".

"My ankle" you groaned as Jeongin moved to take your shoe off while his eyes went side.

"Hyung?" Jeongin squeaked as he saw your ankle starting to swell.

"Here, hold this to her ankle" Lee Know instructed calmly helping to lift your leg so he could prop it on one of their bags.

"I've called the physio to come down and check it then we can take her to the doctor if we need" Chan soothed ruffling Jeongin's hair.

"We're so sorry" Han pouted looking at you with sad eyes.

"Yeah we really really are" Changbin agreed looking guilty "I shouldn't have done that".

"It was an accident" you mumbled a small frown still gracing your face.

"Doesn't excuse that we hurt you" Lee Know sighed "but we will make sure you are alright".

a/n: Thank you for reading and I am sorry this took so long I hit and idea wall. All your reblogs, comments and likes are adored and I wish I could give you each a forehead kiss xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow, @mrsseals16, @fawnpeaks, @leeknowinggg, @uno7, @tanzen-ist-gold, @junebug032

[rehfan]

The Boy Is Mine (Amy’s edition)

From @carolmunson ‘s prompt found HERE

The scene: a romantic night at the trailer

Props included/mentioned: a throw pillow; vanilla frosting; a small notebook

Dialogue included:

“I ran out of like, nice cups. Is this okay?”

”Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true.”

”And you like that?”

”If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Tags/Warnings: Rated PG; reader has self-image issues; light spanking (Eddie receiving - nothing harsh); fluff and then more fluff

Words: 1.2K

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“So uh… we ran out of nice cups,” said Eddie, “Is this okay?” He held up two glass jam jars without lids, clearly part of the hodge-podge of cups in the back of the cupboard at the Munson trailer.

You snickered. “Sure thing, handsome. Just bring the liter of pop over here to the coffee table with you.” As he came around the kitchen counter toward you, you couldn’t help but ask: “What’s a matter? Did you fire the dishwasher again?”

He sighed as he set the glasses down and poured pop in each one. “What can I say? Can’t find good help these days. You know how it is. You fired that maid of yours last week, didn’t you?”

”Yep. She had to go. Caught her helping herself to the sherry.”

“Shame,” he said, passing you a slice of pizza before heading to the television to start the movie. He affected a posh British accent saying: “I daresay, darling, we shan’t have much to look forward to in the coming weeks and months without decent help around the mansion.” He drew himself up and lowered his eyelids, contorting his face into an exaggerated overbite.

You grabbed behind you and threw a throw pillow at his chest, laughing. “Sit down and eat before the pizza gets cold.”

He scooted next to you on the floor, your backs up against the couch, sitting on the pillow you just shied at him. The pizza was good, the movie was great, the kisses during the cleanup were the best.

But, as it always was, you began to doubt your place in this relationship. You had been together for a month now and you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that Eddie was as gone on you as he apparently was. Something inside you kept eating away at your confidence, never letting it truly build and allow you a solid enough foundation to build your relationship on. Instead, there was always a niggling voice telling you that he was too good for you. Too kind. Too nice. Far too handsome. Soon he would figure out how boring and ugly you were.

Which was probably why you hadn’t had sex yet.

Not that Eddie was pushing. He never would. He wanted to have sex — of course he did! He had a pulse, didn’t he? But he would never ever push you to do something you weren’t comfortable doing. He never wanted to see you cry, much less be the cause of your tears. He had told you that a long time ago now.

So it was kisses and soft touching and stopping when you said so. And you were convinced it was because he would think you were ugly. Uncoordinated. What if you kissed him so passionately there was too much spit? What if your teeth clacked together? What if you raised your knee and caught him right in the nuts accidentally? It was all too embarrassing to contemplate.

So here you stayed: a comfortable swim in warm romantic waters without losing sight of shore and with every imaginable flotation device attached to your body.

You watched his profile as he was telling you about the engine rebuild he was doing at work while you idly dried the dishes and he washed. He had the best mouth. You could still feel it on you the day you had the guts enough to go swimming with him last week at Lover’s Lake. His touch had been so tight, so warm. Strong arms wrapped around you, holding you up in the water, keeping your toes out of the muck of the bottom. And then he was kissing you. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it was the first one that left you dizzy. And you had wanted more. But on the shore, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the van’s window looking like a drowned rat and you couldn’t.

Just one of many disappointments for you both.

”Hey. Where’d you go?” he asked, waving a hand in front of your face. “You with me, sweetheart?”

”Yeah,” you said, laughing it off and drying yet another cup, “just went down the rabbit hole again.”

”Still thinking you don’t belong here with me?” His warm arms were around your waist again. Safe. Comforting. The long line of him a buffer against the evils of your own brain. He planted a gentle kiss on your nodding head. “Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true.” He wrapped you up even tighter and swayed back and forth. He hummed an idle tune and slow-danced you around the kitchen.

Slowly, the tight hold your doubts had on you drifted off and away, out of the trailer and high up over Indiana off with the stars in their revolutions around the galaxy. Your hands flat against his back, your ear against his heart, he rested his head on yours and you let your mind go blank.

He stopped humming and pulled you away to look at you. “Better?” His evaluating gaze saw clean into your soul.

You couldn’t help but be honest with him. The alternative would be to see doubt - or worse, hurt - in those eyes. “A bit better. So kind of you to dance with me, darling. Journeys to the ballroom always soothe me.” He huffed a laugh. “But I feel we need a better orchestra.” You moved to the transistor radio on the kitchen table and turned the light rock station. As if on cue, a perfect slow song started playing.

His forehead creased. “And you like that? This… schmaltz?”

”Oh shut up and dance with me, Edward,” you said, holding out your arms.

As if he could turn you down. He scooped you up and swung you, pulling you off the floor with a giggle and a shriek. Setting you down gently, he nuzzled his nose into your hair and you into his neck. “Happy, baby?” he asked.

”Ecstatic,” you replied. And it was true. He had this gift for quieting the loud parts of you that grated against your peace. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was utterly gorgeous and eternally patient.

”Good,” he said. “And now, if you don’t mind, my lovely, I beg of you a favor.”

”Hmm?”

”Keep talking to me because this saccharine sweet song is killing my soul by degrees.”

You slapped him on the ass and laughed at him.

”E-e-easy, you,” he said with an extra squeeze.

”What? You like that?” you asked and smacked his plump ass again.

”Uh,” he started and you stared at him. “If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem.”

”Whoa. You really do like that?”

”You have no idea what you do to me, sugar,” he said. “Not that I’m pushing for anything! Don’t think that!”

”I don’t,” you said. “Only you have waited for a while now and I’ve barely let you—“

”Shh,” he said. “Shut up about that. I don’t want to talk about that tonight. I just want to eat pizza with you, watch movies with you, and dance to schmaltzy music with you in our ballroom. Okay?” He brushed your hair away from your face.

“How are you real?”

”Sweetheart, that’s what I’ve been asking myself about you this whole time.”

[pfhwrittes]

for ✨♥️🗡 anon.

a little drabble for the retail hell au. all fluff, no TWs needed i think. female!reader. "love" used as a pet name and john calls the reader a "good girl".

pairing(s): john price x female reader, simon riley x female reader (or even john price x female reader x simon riley if you squint)

600ish words; barely edited again.

-- it’s been a slow start to your shift on the checkouts. your manager for some reason has overscheduled the team, so you’re drifting between the customer service desk which is already covered and the checkouts which is fully staffed. truth be told, you're a little bit confused. you’ve never seen this many people working on front end. you make another slow circuit from the checkouts, offering to take carol off for a break if she wants to, and up to the customer service desk where you chat with megan for a few minutes before a customer wanders over with a bit of receipt paper. 

you’re on your way back to the checkouts when john gestures you over to join him and simon where they’ve been watching the checkouts discreetly from the end of one of the aisles. 

“y’look bored as fuck” simon states matter-of-factly when you join them. john rolls his eyes and sighs at simon’s bluntness before shooting you a small smile.

“what he means to ask love, is if you’d like to do a job for us?” john’s still smiling at you and you’re very briefly distracted by the way the skin around his eyes crinkles. you wonder if he knows you’ll say yes to anything he asks if he shoots you a smile. probably not. he’s got most of the store a-flutter for his blue eyes and old-fashioned charms as it is. 

you twist the bottom edge of your gaudy orange apron between your fingers as you fight against your initial reaction of yes sir, anything you want! and the more sensible approach. 

“what’s the job?” you ask, flicking your eyes over to simon who as always looks like he’d rather pull out his own teeth than be standing on the shopfloor. despite his gruff manner, you quite like simon. he’s funny underneath the front he puts on in front of customers and members of management he doesn’t respect. 

“babysittin’” simon fires off with a completely straight face, folding his massive arms across his chest. you get the impression that he’s trying to look more imposing that he already does. all it does is pull the slightly dusty black polo top he’s wearing tighter over his massive chest.

“babysitting?” you repeat dumbly. you fidget with your apron again and turn your attention back to john hoping that you don’t look as flushed as you feel. 

“i was hoping you wouldn’t mind givin’ simon a hand in the warehouse today, love.” john explains. 

“‘specially considerin’ your prick of a manager’s fucked up the schedule.” simon adds with a scoff. “man couldn’t fill out a rota even if the only thing he’s gotta do is sign his fuckin’ name on the top.”

you press your lips together to stop yourself from smiling at simon. he’s right, after all this isn’t the first time your manager has mucked up the schedules, but you won’t give him the satisfaction. he spots the way you tamp down on your smile and his lips tick up in a brief smirk in response. 

john reaches up to scrub his hand over his beard and your attention is caught by the way he purses his lips. you miss the glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he clears his throat and you look away hastily to look over at the checkouts. 

“so what d’ya think then? gonna give us a hand? hm?”

you nod quickly, aware that carol is glancing over and shooting you a dirty smirk that you hope john and simon haven’t seen yet. 

“good girl. follow us then.”

and well, who are you to disagree when john places the flat of his hand on your lower back just above the apron strings and simon becomes a long line of warmth at your side as they walk you towards the warehouse.

[thedovesaredying]

Monsters in the Dark | Nikto x Reader | Part 2

Second chapter of the Cowboy!Nikto AU. Written from the POV of Nikto this time. A reminder once again that there's a prologue and "part 1" is only the first full chapter. The original cowboy AU is owned and created by @ghouljams.

A/N: I'm a day late on my estimation for when it would be done, but life decided to get me sick, busy with uni work, and put one of my legs completely out of action. I also realized about 3 husbandry manuals deep into my research that the chapter would be a bit too long if I included that much information. Instead, the info will be sprinkled in among the next few chapters.

Warnings: Sputnik being a silly girl.

Masterlist: CoD Masterlist

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The weather is downright miserable. While one might assume the worst weather would be torrential rain or unforgiving hail, Nikto is firmly of the belief that there’s nothing worse than a hot, sunny day. It’s hard enough to be constantly covered from head to toe, but to then add on the Texan sun beating down at its full strength? He’s certain he’ll be nothing more than a puddle of sweat by the end of the day.  

At least Sputnik seems to be enjoying the disgusting temperatures. She’s running around the front of the property, completely unfazed by the heat. She welcomes it, in fact, using it as the perfect excuse to paddle into the large dam for a cool swim at the day’s warmest.  

Her paws are caked with mud and grass, so much to her sadness she’s been barred from entering the house, forced to wait until she’s dried off and all the muck has fallen off of her paws. If she’s still dirty by the end of the day then a quick hosing down will be in order, but she’ll likely consider that a fun game too.  

For now, she’s content to lay stretched out on the porch, her side rapidly rising and falling as she pants.  

The weather isn’t the only thing that’s miserable, however. Nikto’s mood has been foul ever since his forced trip into town for new supplies. A certain hyena had decided that she was bored while her owner was away and had decided to chew a rather large hole in the wall of the shed.  

The hole was easily large enough for her to climb through and so, after having already spent most of the day hard at work, Nikto was forced to leave for the only hardware store in town. Some new planks of wood and a hammer not riddled with rust later, and he’s reminded of the invoice he received the vet clinic a few days prior and has also yet to pay for.  

He’s not quite sure what possessed him to go to the clinic in person, but he was disappointed regardless with what greeted him. The receptionist was painfully cheery and seemed determined to dig into his business with her endless questions. He’d left feeling completely drained from only a single conversation with the woman. You hadn’t been there. He can’t fathom why that annoys him so much.  

The hole in the shed was simple enough to fix, even under the intensity of the sweltering heat, but the issue of Sputnik remains.  

Clearly, he can’t leave her unattended for several hours at a time just for work. She’s never had to entertain herself in such an environment and clearly, it’s stressing her out being without her only packmate. She requires both social interaction and physical activity, but above all of that, needs mental stimulation.  

Like a toddler left without a guardian, Sputnik has decided that she can tear apart the house and garden while unattended. Plants have been torn out of the ground, wooden structures gnawed to bits, and most concerningly, large holes dug along the fence line.  

The situation is far from ideal, but Nikto does not abandon his own. He isn’t like those bastards at the CIA who are willing to leave those loyal to them knowing full well they will perish without help. He made that decision a long time ago, and Sputnik’s very name is a tribute to that.  

It was only three years ago, but it felt like eons. It started with a small enemy group hidden deep within the South African wilderness who were utilising spotted hyenas as guard animals. Nikto and his team had cut through the animals both outside and inside the building, even the ones hidden away in the basement below. 

In the end, only a single cub remained; a tiny girl still nestled up against the steadily cooling body of her mother. She couldn’t have been more than a week or two of age, bright eyed as all hyena newborns are, and covered in scraggly fur.  

The other men on the team planned on putting the animal out of her misery, but the sight gave Nikto pause. She was small and defenceless, and abandoned by her cowardly handlers to be killed by their enemy. It was a story he couldn’t help but find familiar. Picking up the infant, she snuggles into his vest, completely trusting of him despite not having known him for more than a few seconds.  

She whines and licks at him as he tucks her into his shirt, safe and warm pressed up against scarred skin. No one says a word, when he leaves the compound with the cub and boards the waiting helicopter for the trip back to base.  

His first thought was to name her Laika, but that name seemed a little too common for his taste, and so he chose Sputnik, the name of Laika’s space capsule and eventual tomb. A tribute to yet another stray who was left behind by those who should have protected her.  

Sputnik would not suffer the same fate; she would never be disregarded like a broken toy thrown into the trash. She’s good, she’s loyal, she trusts Nikto unconditionally. Destroying a bit of property would never be a reason to break that trust.  

Instead, he presses dial on your number and holds his phone to his ear. He’s been thinking it over for several minutes, finger hovering over the button with your contact listed, before forcing himself to press it. For a long while it rings and he’s about to give up when you finally answer with a bright greeting to whoever is on the other side.  

He grunts out your name, listening as you happily chirp his own back at him in return. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” you ask. He can hear the soft rumbling of a car’s engine in the background and can only assume you’re driving somewhere.  

“I require... assistance,” he says after a long pause, letting the conversation drift into silence. While it isn’t necessarily help he’s asking for, it still rankles deeply that he isn’t solving the issue alone. He despises being indebted to anyone for anything, but for some reason he doesn’t get the feeling you’re out to acquire favours from anyone. You’re a professional merely doing what you’re trained for and nothing more. He can admire that.  

“What can I help you with? Is Sputnik alright?” You sound so genuinely concerned about her, so much so that it sounds like you almost drop your phone.  

He glances down at the hyena laying happily at his feet, panting up at him with a broad grin. “She is fine,” he confirms, catching the relieved sigh you let out, “it is behavioural issues she is dealing with.”  

You make a soft sound, clearly intrigued, “well, I’m on the road at the moment heading toward my next appointment, but I should have time to drop in to your place in a few hours. Will you be around then?”  

“да,” he hums, “we will be here.”  

“Perfect! I’ll be there in a few,” you confirm, and after offering an acknowledging grunt, he ends the call.  

He goes to pocket the phone but pauses, glancing at your number. Mulling it over for a good long while, he selects the number and adds it to his contacts. There’s only two other people there, one of them his current workplace and the other one of his old acquaintances from before even his time in KorTac.  

A rather dramatic huff from Sputnik draws his attention from staring at his phone, and he watches her with hidden amusement as she rolls over onto her stomach. She looks up at him with big, sad eyes and a pathetic whine. When he merely rolls his eyes at her she playfully snaps her teeth in his direction.  

“Я не знал, что ты такая королева драмы,” he growls back, curling the undamaged part of his lip at her.  

The hyena, fortunately, can tell he’s still joking despite his deadpan tone and leaps to her feet with a delighted cackle. She shakes out her coat, biting at the air. The moment he so much as twitches a finger in her direction she turns and leaps off the top of the deck, forgoing the stairs so she can sprint across the yard.  

Nikto stands from his chair but doesn’t give chase, watching as the crazy animal spins around in circles before darting off toward the dam again. She dives into the water with a splash, sending muddy water in all directions. He cringes slightly at the sight of the hyena now dripping with muck. At least he was already planning on hosing her down. The rest of the afternoon passes slowly, with Nikto taking some time to rest while Sputnik causes minimal trouble.  

When your car finally does pull up, the poor girl has exhausted herself again, laying in a pile of leaves while she happily naps away. The moment her flicking ears pick up the sound of your truck on the gravel she jumps up again, eyes wide as she takes in the familiar sight. She’s already giggling to herself with excitement, looking between Nikto and your vehicle.  

“место!” Nikto calls, ignoring the sad whimper that earns. He approaches when you pull up, patiently waiting as you drop out of the front seat and close the door behind you.  

When you spot him, you offer a wave and grin, “hey, Nikto!” You take a moment to glance over at Sputnik and he can see her near enough vibrating with how excited she is to come over and greet you out of the corner of her eye. “How’ve you been doing?” you stop just before him, looking him right in the eye, completely unfazed by the monster you’re facing down.  

“We are fine,” he says, perhaps a little too firmly given the way you blink at him, “we require some assistance with behavioural issues.” He quickly amends his statement in the hopes of not immediately scaring you off.  

Fortunately, you’re quick to bounce back, a smile returning to your face, “of course, what sorts of problems are you experiencing?”  

“Спутник!” The hyena’s head shoots up upon hearing her name, “ко мне!” She sprints across the grass, very nearly crashing into his legs with her enthusiasm to heed her owner’s command. “She is getting bored when left alone,” he explains, watching as you reach your hand out for the hyena, “eating walls, digging holes, breaking everything she can reach.”  

Sputnik snuffles at your hand, before whining and immediately shifting to lean up against you, demanding pets. You scratch behind her neck and Sputnik’s tongue lolls out of her mouth in delight. “I’m sure we can work something out to help prevent her from damaging anything else or accidentally eating something she shouldn’t be.”  

“She struggles when left alone, especially during work hours,” he adds on, turning and starting to stalk toward the side of the house where the majority of the damage can be seen.  

“Okay, well she sounds like she just needs some enrichment to keep her occupied while you’re away,” you nod to yourself as you follow Nikto around to the side of the house. Several of the small plants that had been happily growing in little spots around the yard have been either pulled from the soil or completely shredded if they couldn’t be moved.  

You look at the scattered remains of the poor shed’s wall, but don’t look entirely surprised by the backyard warzone you’ve stepped into. You frown down at Sputnik, scratching her between the ears, “what a silly girl,” you coo, rubbing at her ears as the hyena grins up at you with half-lidded eyes, “you shouldn’t be eating all this stuff, it’ll make your tummy sore!” 

Somehow, your baby-talk voice just serves to make Sputnik even giddier, and she eagerly licks at the tips of your fingers. Nikto almost rolls his eyes at the little heart eyes the animal is subjecting you to. It’s impressive, really, how she can remember someone is a friend from only a single interaction.  

When you snap back from your babying of the animal, you quickly refocus. “Hyenas have very powerful jaws, and they love to chew things, so if she doesn’t have enough to keep her entertained then she’ll find something to destroy.”  

“She was given an old tyre a few weeks ago, but it only lasted a few days.” To say he was deeply unimpressed with how quickly she’d torn it to pieces would be an understatement. He knew that Sputnik had quite the bite on her, but to chomp through nine millimetres of rubber like it’s cardboard? Impressive, if a little annoying.  

“How big is your freezer?” you abruptly ask him, and Nikto suddenly worries where this line of questioning is going. Does he need to check the trunk of your car? Regardless, he offers you a nod.  

“Perfect!” You clap your hands together, making Sputnik jump excitedly at the sudden sound, “it’s supposed to be quite hot tomorrow, so I can think of at least one idea for her.” You start listing out what the two of you are going to do rapid-fire with the same confidence and efficiency of any commanding officer.  

You’re in your element, your passion for your work clear as day and you have him following your every instruction. You’re like a fount of knowledge when it comes to anything and everything husbandry related, suggesting changes to Sputnik’s diet, new toys to keep her entertained, and ways to prevent her from destroying anything she really shouldn’t be messing with.  

When you finally end up leaving, it’s long past sundown. Sputnik has grown bored of watching the two of you working in the shed and has retired to her massive dog bed for a nap, so the two of you have been working in comfortable silence. He’s glad you don’t feel the need to fill the air with irritating chatter, only offering corrections here and there.  

He escorts you to back to your truck, closing your door behind you once you’re settled comfortably into the driver’s seat. You roll down the window and offer him a grin, but he can see just how tired you are given how your eyes are slightly drooped. “How much do we owe?” he asks, quickly tearing his gaze from your sweet smile.  

Little wrinkles appear across your forehead as your lips turn downward, an innocent, confused look on your face, “owe you?” 

He resists the urge to roll his eyes and instead just huffs in mild amusement, “payment, for your work.” 

Your eyes light up in understanding and you laugh, “oh, no, don’t worry about that,” you wave him off, “I’m just happy to help out.” You just smile up at him, as if you can’t see anything wrong with what you just said.  

Nikto is forced to remind himself that you’re a civilian, not another untrustworthy operator. Not everyone does things purely for the pay they’ll be rewarded with, even if the very thought of not giving you something in return makes him uncomfortable. He holds his hand out to you, “phone.”  

You blink at him for a second, but quickly do as you’re told, just like the good girl you are. He goes into your contacts and adds his number and details, hitting save the moment he’s done. He doesn’t bother adding a picture, passing your phone back to you, “call us when you require assistance.” He waits until you offer him a nod before he steps back from the side of the car.  

You have an odd, flustered look on your face for some reason, but you’re quick to snap out of whatever daze you're in and give him a quick wave as you put your truck into reverse. He watches silently as you disappear back down the driveway and into the steadily darkening evening, waiting until you’re out of sight.  

Sputnik is absolutely delighted the following morning when Nikto presents her with her blood and peanut butter ice block.

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Translations

“да,” - “Yes” 

“Я не знал, что ты такая королева драмы,” - “I didn't know you were such a drama queen,”  

“место!” - “Stay!” 

“Спутник!” - “Sputnik!” 

“ко мне!” - “Come!”  

[c0ld0utside]

How about a yandere harpy/naga dad? It’s cool if you don’t wanna do it at that moment but I thought it’d be cool I guess.

Yandere Harpy Dad

Criticism welcome!

We need more Harpy content tbh, Nagas are overrated. Gave this guy a name, too! Guess what bird Micah is and you get bragging rights.

Warnings (Let me know if I missed any!): Murder, Child death, Overprotectiveness, Child murder

Usually, when harpy chicks hatch, they hatch in their nest with their parent(s) present. Clean and eager to meet you. While your parent was present, you weren’t in the nest. He also was anything but clean, covered in blood and eyes wide. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and the tips of his wings were covered in an odd mix of red, yellow, and clear sticky fluid. Looking back on it now, you realize that the two red lumps nearby were human corpses. The crushed pink thing around your size must’ve been your sibling. 

You wonder if things would’ve been different had they not been broken open by hunters. And if your dad’s mate hadn’t been killed while he was away on a morning territory check.

You’re surprised you even remember that. Especially having to watch your dad dig a grave for your dead sibling, sobbing and murmuring apologies. Apologizing for not coming home sooner. Apologizing for not finding you sooner. Apologizing to your sibling for being careless. You remember him gingerly picking up the poor thing and lowering them into the grave before covering it up with dirt and nearby stones. 

You remember him wiping his face with his muck-covered wings and trudging back over to you. “I’m sorry, baby,” He whispered, trying to calm you down. He can’t blame you for crying loudly. You just entered the world at the worst time possible. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…it’s okay. I’m Micah- I’m your Dad, it’s okay.” 

Carefully, he gathered you into his talons and rose into the air. The flight home was slow and the cold air made you cry louder. 

…

Being a single Dad was hard. Micah didn’t have his partners to help him raise you. One had died protecting you from another Harpy when you were still an egg. The other had been killed by the hunters that almost got away with you and your sib. Micah wouldn’t pair up with anyone else again. He didn’t need anyone. He could take care of you just fine. That, and other harpies of his breed rarely adopted hatchlings that weren’t their own.  

His main worry when he went out was that he’d come back and you wouldn’t be there. Or you’d be dead. Or he’d return to see another harpy halfway through throwing you out of the nest and taking it for themself. So, unlike the other harpies, he’d bring back whole carcasses and wouldn’t leave your side until it was all gone. Micah made sure you learned how to fly as soon as you could, too, but would never let you go far.

If you did go far, like always, he was right by your side. 

It got to the point where you had to be with him at all times. When he was out scavenging, getting a drink, and checking the borders he set up…he also made sure you were learning while on your outings. 

Out of the many rules he set for you, the #1 was to never go beyond the border. Well- #1 was also “don’t go out flying without me.” 

You remember the first time you broke that rule. You were twelve at the time, and you were curious. You were also tired of having to stay next to your dad 24/7, especially then. His wing had been wrapped around you, tucking you into his side. Somehow, you managed to wriggle out of his embrace and took off. 

It was supposed to just be a peek, you wouldn’t go too far. But you got bored of seeing nothing but grassland and you kept going. When you finally saw a single tree you did an excited loop in the air. More trees followed after that one, and you found yourself gliding over several talon-fulls of trees while the moon fell from the sky. 

Landing on a sturdy branch to rest your wings, you observed the new scenery. Everything was so…hidden. Completely different from the boring gorge you lived at, which was pure grassland, water, and rocks. Some shrubs here and there as well. 

“Hiya,” A voice says. It startled you so badly that you jumped up into the air with a surprised squawk. You look down and see eight bright yellow eyes looking into your own. It looks like a bigger, half-human version of the spider you ate last week. Micah hadn’t been happy about that and made you cough it up. 

“You’re…different. Daddy never told me harpies were bright orange like those flowers I was the other day!” The stranger observes. You sank back down onto the branch and made your first-ever friend. His name was Beryl, and he called himself a drider. A half-human half-spider monster. He was eleven years old, a few months younger than you. The two of you chatted for a while before another drider appeared from below. He was like Beryl, but twenty times his size and almost as intimidating as your dad. 

After that, you flew back home as fast as you could, tucked yourself back under your dad’s wing, and shut your eyes. A few hours later, he woke you up so you two could go find breakfast together.

He wasn’t aware of your nightly adventures, or the new friend you made. Not until seven months later. To say he was furious was an understatement. To say that he wasn’t in his right state of mind at the time was also an understatement. 

Micah woke up in the middle of the night alone. Wasting no time, he immediately got up and rocketed off of the precipice, rising high into the sky and searching the horizon. Once he spotted your younger frame he followed suit. Micah’s temper grew worse the farther out you went. This was way past the border and by the looks of it, you’ve gone out this far multiple times. 

He panics for a moment when you disappear into the forest below, barreling down after you. What he sees next makes him lose it entirely. 

A young drider creeping up behind you as you rested on a branch.

…

He didn’t stop. No matter how loudly you screamed and begged and pleaded, he wouldn’t stop. Even when Beryl’s once vibrant yellow eyes were dull, he didn’t stop. 

Micah came out of nowhere. First, Beryl was playfully scaring you. The next he was grabbed by the shoulders and violently dropped to the ground. Micah followed him down, talons piercing through his exoskeleton and tearing. Clawing. Pulling. By the time Beryl’s father arrived it was too late and Micah was carrying you back to the nest, the blood on his talons getting all over your skin and feathers.

When you got back he wasn’t done. Micah had ripped out your flight feathers while scolding you. “You could’ve been eaten,” this and, “I told you to stay by my side” that. You didn’t listen, though. You were too busy crying your eyes out.

That was then, though. And this is now. Your flight feathers have grown back and once again, you’re tucked into your Dad’s side. With practiced grace, you slip out from under him and back away to the edge. 

You’re going Northwest this time. You wish you could go back and find Beryl’s dad and apologize for what happened all those years ago, but he’d probably kill you. That’s also the first direction Micah would search. With a deep breath, you turn around and take off.

He had this coming. And he wouldn’t ever find you again.

-

You look good today! Drink water and remember to get plenty of rest.

[stuckysbike]

The Queen Who Married Two Kings

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)

Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU

Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her.

Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?

Chapter 1

“Your father demands an audience with you,” a droll voice said from the doorway of your dayroom. You lifted your eyes from the book in your lap and fixed the man with a scowl. He looked ridiculous in red velvet pants with gold piping. You hated the livery your father had his staff wear. It was neither practical nor attractive but it served well to display his wealth and, god forbid, taste. If one could call that taste.

“And I would like to slay a dragon but that won’t happen anytime soon,” you muttered under your breath levelling him with a sweet smile to make up for your earlier scowl. It wasn’t this man’s fault that you hated your father. It was your father’s fault.

“He’s rather insistent milady,” the voice said. He sounded weary, and you suspected he was rather bored. You were bored yourself but you didn’t want them to know that.

“I’m busy myself,” you lied smoothly. The man, slim and in his fifties with deep set eyes, let a flicker of annoyance pass his face. You didn’t recognise him, but he continued to stare stubbornly. Sighing you stood up and fixed your hair in the looking glass, brushed creases out of your dress and picked up the novel you had been reading. You darnt leave it lying around. Your father encouraged you to read this muck, yes, but you made sure there was proper reading within its covers. A pamphlet outlining changes to a tax law on tobacco would be frowned upon.

He had this ridiculous notion that women who read romance novels knew how to take care of a husband. The last thing you wanted was a husband like those described in the novels, or a man like your father or brothers.

“Milady, if you please,” the man said again, his voice thinning on patience.

“Alright!” You snapped as you turned and headed out the doorway, not bothering to wait for him. You knew the trail to your father’s study well, knew all the shortcuts and quick escapes, so naturally, you took the long way.

Around you portraits of your ancestors peered down their noses as you and you resisted the childish urge to stick your tongue out at them. You slowed a few times to peer out the windows but you could delay no longer.

Your father, King Howard, a greying man in his sixties, was waiting for you behind a large oak desk that had suffered garish carvings before being placed here, another symbol of his wealth and power. Beside him stood your brother Tony, his heir. It was no secret that Tony was your father’s favourite child. Everyone had assumed that, as the only daughter, you would also be favoured, but this wasn’t so. You weren’t the sweet child he dreamed of; instead you were strong willed and wild, defying him at his every turn. Your education was still a sore point for you both; he felt you had received too much, you felt you didn’t receive enough.

“Father,” you dipped your chin slightly, knowing he preferred when women curtsied to him, but today it seemed as he had more pressing matters than dredging up old fights. You stood in the centre of the plush rug that lay before the desk letting your heels sink in deep, hoping to damage the carpet.

Tony scowled at you, he’d always had some sort of resentment towards you, and you often wondered if it was because you were a girl and perhaps he was worried that he would no longer be your fathers favourite. That resentment turned to distaste at the way you acted with your father.

“Daughter,” your father said, his voice weary, and you knew he was expecting a fight. “You’re to be married.”

You pursed your lips; it was rare that your father got straight to the point. You filed this away to examine later.

“Married. I’m barely nineteen,” you said. Marriage was not what you wanted from life. To have children to a man who wouldn’t love you, to a man like your father who’d had three wives, who’d driven your own poor mother to despair with his appetite for other women.

“And if I’d had my way you would have been married three years ago but your mother pleaded with me…” He sighed deeply, no doubt looking for sympathy for having another dead wife. You had none to give; he had driven your mother to the grave.

“Does my husband have a name or shall he remain anonymous until I meet him at the alter?” You asked.

“Husbands,” your father moved something on his desk then shuffled some papers. He was nervous, you thought, very unlike him.

“Husbands? Plural?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed. You know of the alliance between King James and King Steven,” Howard said.

Everyone knew of their alliance; it had caused quite the scandal three years ago when they wed and decided to unite their countries. They had once been one land and very few people residing there resisted, but kingdoms such as your fathers and that of your neighbours such as the Odinsons had been most wary.

It seemed your father had found a way to protect himself yet again.

You knew all about the neighbouring kingdom of Farotaide, it was part of your education to be up to date on this. The kings lived in a large castle at the edge of the woods on a cliff overlooking the sea. It was said to be beautiful.

Farotaide was a cold place, with sharp winds even in the summertime, and prone to snow half the year round. The people ruled under the kings were hardened, warriors, blacksmiths and butchers, crops were grown, winter crops consisting mostly of root vegetables and potatoes, all the year round. They were a harsh people and the women fought as quickly as the men did. Their ale was bitter and their wine sour, but they were clever engineers, and they had a lot of land and forest under their control. This would be a strategic union.

But you would be wife to two husbands. How would that even work? They would be twice as demanding of you, but then, knowing what you did about their culture and society, it was worth the gamble. Perhaps you wouldn’t fight, and instead agree to this union.

“I agree,” you said after a moment’s pause. Tony scowled, expecting a fight he didn’t receive, and even her father looked shocked for half a second.

“Oh, that’s good then, I’m sure you have a lot to prepare, you will be married soon no doubt, there’s little point in dallying with these things,” he said clearly dismissing you.

You did not go back to your rooms, instead you went to the library, and headed into the map room from there. You found Farotaide easily, they controlled about a third more land than your father. There were notes on climate, terrain, population, and agriculture and battle tactics on the margins. You studied until you needed to change for dinner.

Your father sat at the head with his sons around him, Tony to his right with his new wife Pepper clutching his hand like a sheep. You hated her, hated them all as they discussed your upcoming nuptials. “The Kings will be here next week, and all being well, you’ll be married within the month,” your father said clasping his hands together.

“I’ll be going to live with them I assume.” You said as you pushed the food around your plate. You had lost interest in your food.

“Of course.” Your father said.

“Then I’ll need a new wardrobe,” you said.

Tony snorted and Pepper covered her mouth to hide a laugh. “Another excuse to spend father’s money,” he said.

“No, but Brooklyn where the keep their kingdom seat is located is a much colder climate than ours, I don’t think delicate silken dresses will do me much good in the winter do you father?” You said smiling at him. The pale blue dress you wore now was a favourite, but it wasn’t practical for where you were going.

“Our father is already putting up a dowry just to get rid of you, and paying for your wedding nuptials. I doubt he’ll be dressing you after next week. Let your husbands take care of it,” Tony said tossing his napkin onto his plate and leaning back in his chair.

“Someday, my dear Tony, father will be dead, and this will be your land, your home, your very table. And someday, dear brother, I’ll sit here at this very table, and I’ll embarrass you in front of your peers as you wish to embarrass me in front of my new family. It would be insulting to send me there without appropriate attire, I will not start my marriage on an insult,” you said sweetly.

“Oh, do shut up sister.” Tony said standing up.

“I’m bored of this anyway,” you said standing too. “I’m afraid I feel one of my headaches coming on, father, I shan’t be good company this evening. I’ll head back to my bedroom and take a long rest.”

“Off you go out of my sight,” Your father snapped. Tony spoke loudly.

“I hope the kings at least gets one good son out of her before she turns into a simpering mess,” he said. Everybody laughed and you clenched her fists. You paused, took a deep breath, and smiled sweetly as you walked to your room, already plotting your revenge.

Your father, you believed, informed his friends and allies before he informed the Two Kings that their proposal, and thus their alliance, had been accepted.

There was to be a Royal Wedding and it would be a glorious affair. Afterall it is not often that a princess marries two kings at once!

The Wakandans were first to arrive, followed by the Odinsons two days later. You watched the pomp and ceremony from your room, your father and brothers were keen to greet their neighbours, to use this social event to network. It made you sick to your stomach to see them act so, but you lifted your chin, hardened your eyes, and gave your guests that tight, slight smile that your mother taught you so many years ago.

More prestigious guests arrived, each trying to outdo the last with their opulence, but the worst was King Howard insisting that everyone wear their best, that his whores were well hidden and that you stayed as the meek and dutiful daughter before everyone.

Noticeably absent was your intended husbands, and your father was insistently vocal about this. You couldn’t recall ever meeting any nobles from Farotaide, but you were eagerly curious to see how they arrived. You wondered what sort of spectacle they would bring; clearly, they wanted to make an arrival and cause a scene. You were beginning to regret agreeing so easily. Eventually you decided them arrogant and rude, they clearly had little interest in getting to know you prior to the nuptials.

You were preparing for bed when you heard it, a deep rumble like thunder in the distance.

Wrapping your favourite wool cloak around your shoulders you made her way down the servants’ staircases and headed through the kitchens and outside to the battlements. Beside you one of your fathers’ watchers shifted nervously as he peered into the darkness. A mass of black was streaming towards you in a line, loud thunderous thuds carrying through the dark night. For a moment you feared you were under attack until a cloud shifted, and moonlight drenched across meadows around your father’s palace.

Two hundred men and women galloped towards you on horseback.

They stopped, preparing to make camp and a small party moved forward while the rest effortlessly blended into the trees that lined the meadows. You made your way to the courtyard, your soft soles quiet on the dry cobblestones, trying to keep a smile off your face. You liked the entrance the Northerners had made in contrast to the grandeur and finery everyone else made. They weren’t showing off, and you had the feeling they didn’t need to, this was just how they operated. Suddenly your anger at them turned to amusement.

“And you are?” A guard was saying, his tone tight. His knuckles were white as he gripped the spear in his hand, and you could help but think the foolish weapon looked useless to these warriors.

“James Barnes, my husband, Steve Rogers.” A gruff voice said. You quickened her step towards the gates to get a better look at the two men.

“We weren’t expecting you now,” the guards voice said.

“When did you expect us?” Steve asked, his voice louder than James.

“Daylight hours, I’d imagine,” you spoke up taking pity on the guard. You stepped forward and pulled your cloak around your throat. Both men met your eyes, and the shiver that ran down your spine was not entirely due to the cold.

“Well, we’re here now,” James said with a sly curl of the lips.

“Indeed, you are. Have someone announce to King Howard that his wayward guests have arrived,” the gatekeeper commanded giving you the stink eye. You couldn’t resist sticking your tongue out at him, but Steve’s voice distracted you. You didn’t miss the short smile the two men shared at your behaviour.

“We are at a disadvantage. You know who we are, but we have no idea who you are,” Steve spoke up. You stepped back as the small band of men and their horses made their way inside the castle walls.

You toyed with the idea of stringing them along and telling the men you were someone else, but you decided on straight up honesty. It wouldn’t do to start their relationship on that sort of note.

“I’m to be your wife, or so I’m told,” you said. James glanced down at you. He was tall, broad shouldered and terribly handsome with a few days’ worth of dark stubble on his chin. His eyes looked blue in the dim torchlight but you liked what she saw. Steve on the other hand sat taller on his horse. He didn’t seem as thick as James but he had a full head of thick blond hair and a well grown beard.

“Ah, our wife you say?” James said with a coy smile. Your heart fluttered a little, people rarely looked at her like that, but James’ eyes were raking your body, and while Steve kept more reserved he was just as curious you could tell.

“Why did you arrive at dark?” You asked curiously. Steve stared at you for a second but a voice behind you interrupted them.

“Please ignore my silly little sister, she has no manners. My name is Tony, I’ll be inheriting, I’m to be your brother in law.” Tony said pushing past Lydia to shake James’s hand. James, who was still holding the reins of his massive horse, looked from Tony’s face to his hand and back again before turning to you.

“I like the dark,” James said ignoring the horse nosing at his arm. Behind him Steve made a noise you didn’t understand, and you didn’t miss the flicker of something in James’ eyes.

“The stables are this way. Our grooms can take care of your horses.” Tony said pushing past you to gain attention.

“We’ll take care of our own horses, he had the decency to carry me here without complaint, it’s the least I can do.” Steve corrected Tony but he was looking at you. “I always take care of what’s mine.”

“Good, I like a man who knows what he’s doing.” You smirked, and when both men smiled at you, you realised that your heart was racing.

“Stop being vulgar and go away,” Tony hissed in your ear, his eyes flashing dangerously in the moonlight.

“I think I prefer her company to yours,” James said bluntly. You almost laughed aloud at the rage building on Tony’s face.

“Oh, I know where I’m not wanted,” you said in a teasing voice, shooting a wink at James as you turned on your heel and headed back inside. Perhaps leaving the two Kings to your brother’s attentions was a poor strategic move but you were sure you they would understand. It didn’t do for a princess to stand outside in the night talking to her betrothed. As you slid into bed you smiled, wondering what the next days would bring.

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

merthur 54?

Here you go, anon! Piping hot angsty merthur just for you :)

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

For years, Merlin tried to imagine what it would be like when Arthur found out about his magic. 

He had a plethora of different imagined scenarios - ones in which Arthur noticed his eyes growing gold as he protected him, ones in which Arthur noticed him struggling with a problem and confronted him about what he was really hiding, ones in which someone told Arthur the truth and Merlin was forced to come clean. 

But the one image he returned to time and time again, was one in which he confessed first. 

It was the way Merlin wanted it to happen. Just the two of them in the woods, going off on an adventure or returning to Camelot. He liked to picture them sitting around a campfire, the smoke curling around freshly cooked meat. Merlin would look Arthur in the eye and take a deep breath and finally muster the courage to tell him the truth. 

Arthur… I have magic. 

He spent the long, boring hours of the day when he was mucking out the stables or polishing armour, simply imagining words he would use, how he would explain himself. But as the years passed, the dreamt admittance grew harder to say, and as his bond with the prince deepened, the fantasised words grew heavier and more tender. 

Arthur’s response varied too, from immediate acceptance, to anger and hesitation, to wounded pride. But it always ended in the same place - with hatred. As soon as it got there, the fantasy would end. Merlin remembered then, why he could never tell Arthur the truth. As much as it hurt to keep his secret, he couldn’t bear the idea of Arthur hating him. 

And so a secret it stayed. It was safer that way. 

But even Merlin’s million different imagined scenarios could not have predicted the real thing. 

Merlin could sense something was off when he came to Arthur’s chambers and noticed the Prince sitting quietly by the window, his face drawn and grim. Ever since Morgana’s betrayal and Uther’s subsequent withdrawal, Arthur had been lapsing into long moody silences at various times in the day, but this silence felt different. It was weighty, and yet charged, somehow. 

Merlin hung up the white shirt that had been freshly pressed for Arthur’s meeting with Bayard’s envoy, and pulled out the scroll Agravaine had given him. 

“Arthur-,” Merlin began, but he was cut off when Arthur spoke, his voice a sharp scrape in the still air of the room. 

“It’s My Lord or Sire to you,” he said. There was a tautness to his voice, like a lute string about to snap. 

Merlin froze. This was something more than Arthur’s usual haughty irritation. He took a moment to collect himself, forcing brightness into his tone. “Alright, sire. The envoy from Bayard’s Kingdom has arrived, and so-”

Before Merlin could finish, the scroll was snatched out of his hand. Arthur didn’t meet his eye as he read the schedule Agravaine had penned down for him. There was a tenseness in the set of his jaw. Merlin’s throat felt dry. 

He knew that look. Arthur was furious. And worse… he was furious at Merlin. 

What had Merlin done? He racked his mind, but could come up with no answers. Arthur had been fine last night, when Merlin had set out his chamber pot and blown out all the candles. He’d been chatting away quite contentedly about the council meeting and about the speech he had to write, and Merlin had hummed along in agreement to his questions. What had changed since then? What had he missed?  

Arthur was still looking at the scroll when he spoke next. “You’re dismissed.” 

“To do what?” 

“You’re dismissed for the day.” 

Merlin scoffed, loudly. Arthur had to be joking. The day had just started. Arthur had barely given him so much as a half-day off since he’d started working for him. The only exception had been days when Merlin was injured or practically dying. 

“What are you talking about?” Merlin said, trying to infuse a nonchalance to his tone that he didn’t feel. “There’s a lot to do today! Are you saying you’re going to do it on your own?” 

“Thomas is going to take over your duties for the day.” 

“Thomas!?” Arthur’s old servant had taken to doing jobs in the kitchen and seemed happier for it. Why was he replacing Merlin all of a sudden? 

“And where am I going?” Merlin asked. He was more pissed-off than confused now, anger settling in his gut like silt at the bottom of an ocean. 

“Home. To Ealdor.” 

It was like a slap to the face. Merlin open and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. 

“You’re sending me away?” he managed, finally. The disbelief in his tone was clear. Arthur turned to him, his eyes blazing. Their eyes finally met and Merlin saw it there - an unfamiliar look. It was a wariness… a distance. Not since their first week together had he seen Arthur look at him like that, like he was a stranger. 

“The knights will escort you out-”

“For what reason?” Merlin demanded. “What have I done?” 

“I’ll have word sent to Gaius…” 

“Do not do this to me Arthur. Tell me what I’ve done wrong!” 

“I saw you,” Arthur snapped. “This morning, with Lancelot. You spilled something on my shirt and then…” He stopped and swallowed. “I saw you.” 

The world turned sharply to the left, sending Merlin dangerously off-kilter. 

He’d been rushing down the corridor when he’d bumped into one of the kitchen staff. A pitcher had overturned, staining Arthur’s shirt with wine. Lancelot had suggested he used his talents to fix the problem… 

His magic. Arthur had seen him use magic.

All his imagined scenarios, all his practised words, all fell into ash. 

“Arthur, I can explain…” 

“Go on then, tell me another one of your lies.” 

The story Merlin was spinning dried up on his tongue. Arthur was looking at him with so much pain in his eyes that Merlin could hardly stand it.

“Do you deny it?” Arthur asked. 

The air in the room suddenly felt far too thin. 

“No,” Merlin whispered. 

Arthur laughed. It was a laugh more of disbelief than anything else, but it felt sharp. Cruel. Merlin had to blink back tears. 

“You have to get out.” 

“Just like that?” 

“I can’t be served by someone who has magic.” 

“Well you have been for almost 8 years,” Merlin spat. 

Arthur’s voice was dispassionate when he spoke, but Merlin could hear the strain under his words. He knew Arthur better than he knew himself. He was barely keeping it together. “My father will have you slaughtered if he finds out. You can’t stay here.” 

He was trying to protect him. Even now, even after knowing the truth… Arthur was trying to protect him. 

“Arthur…” Merlin said, and he reached out to him, unthinkingly. Arthur flinched away from the touch. And that’s when Merlin saw the crack in his unwavering facade. 

Fear.

Of all the reactions he’d expected from Arthur, he’d never even considered fear as an option. 

The lump in his throat grew big, painful. 

“You have to go,” Arthur said, and his voice shook a little. 

“At least let me explain!” Merlin said, with a force he didn’t feel. His heart felt like it was splintering into a hundred different pieces. 

Arthur’s voice was a rasp when he finally spoke. “I want you out by tonight.” 

  *  *  *  

The days that passed were some of the worst Merlin had ever been through. It was, in its way, a comfort to be back in Ealdor, back to the simple way of living and home to his mother’s affection, but the grief of everything that transpired between him and Arthur painted everything in paltry shades of gray. 

He was miserable, and his mother could see it. He was angry and he was hurting, but beneath all the righteous fury and the heartbreaking anguish was one simple fact. 

He missed Arthur. 

To be ripped from his side felt like losing a limb. He felt the ghost of him everywhere he went. Was that it? Was that the end? It couldn’t be. Destiny or no destiny, he wasn’t going to just lay down and let that be the end of everything they had been through together. But every time Merlin felt like taking a horse and riding back to Camelot as fast as he could go, he remembered the fear in Arthur’s eyes and stopped dead. 

That was what truly had hurt, that fear. Could Arthur really believe that he would hurt him? That he was someone to be afraid of? 

His mother tried to cheer him up, telling him that Arthur clearly cared about him, clearly wanted to protect him, clearly didn’t want him dead. But it was only a mild comfort. Did Arthur even care that he was gone? Or had his life continued as normal? Merlin replaced by Thomas like nothing had changed since the day they had met. 

The days passed by in a colourless blur until one night when he was rudely shaken from his sleep. He sat up, groggy, to find Hunith above him, holding up a lantern. 

“Mum? What is-”

“You have a visitor,” she whispered. 

Merlin turned towards the doorway. He couldn’t see a face, just a cloaked shadow standing a little way from the house. Even then, he knew. His pulse quickened in his wrist. 

Taking the lantern from his mother, he walked outside. The moon was still high in the sky and the darkness had that peculiar, late night inkiness to it. Arthur had the hood of his cloak pulled all the way up so his face was shrouded in shadows. His horse was nowhere in sight. 

“Arthur…” 

Before Merlin could say any more, Arthur turned and began walking. Merlin almost tripped over his own feet in an effort to catch up. 

“Slow down, you clotpole!” The words came out before he could stop them. Arthur paused briefly in his tracks before continuing, still not slowing. 

He took them out of the village, into the woods where a small campsite had been set-up. There, finally, he pulled off his hood and turned to face Merlin. Merlin leaned against a tree, wheezing. 

“Was this necessary?” he demanded. His heart was banging against his ribs so hard he thought they might break. 

He couldn’t believe Arthur was really there, in front of him. The moonlight on his golden hair, the shadows across his cheekbones. He looked ethereal and yet, so familiar. A face Merlin knew better than his own. 

“I wanted to speak to you… away from the village.” Arthur sat down on a log. He still didn’t seem to be meeting Merlin’s eye. Merlin felt a wave of frustration pass through him. Was he really going to keep playing at nonchalance? 

“Have you come to kill me?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Merlin.” 

“I’m being ridiculous? You’re the one who just sent me away without even letting me explain! Do you hate me that much?” 

“I don’t hate you!” Arthur snapped. “I could never hate you! That’s the problem!”

His words echoed in the silent woods. Merlin fell silent. For a moment, all he could hear were their twin, juddering breaths, perfectly in sync. A strange feeling was filling up inside him. It was overwhelming and painful, but it felt a lot like joy. 

“I didn’t know what to do,” Arthur continued, his voice finally betraying weeks of pent-up hurt and desperation. “I thought I knew you, and then to find that out… to find out that you…” he gestured at the air. 

“You do know me,” Merlin managed. 

Arthur shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I was angry, I was scared, I was… upset. I had to think, I had to…” he breathed out, sharply, through his nose. “You know what my father would’ve done. He would have had you burned at the stake.” 

“So you sent me away…” 

“Yes I sent you away to protect you, you idiot,” Arthur snapped. He stood up and began pacing the small clearing. “But it turns out, sending you away was far more suspicious than anything else I could’ve done.” 

Merlin raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” 

“No one believed me when I said I fired you,” Arthur grumbled. “After years of being the worst servant known to man, no one believed I’d send you away for anything less than… murder.” 

Despite himself, Merlin felt the urge to laugh. What came out instead was a strange, desperate sob. Arthur turned to him, his eyes conflicted. 

“Yes well, you are helpless without me,” Merlin muttered. “I’m surprised you’ve managed to stay alive in all these weeks.” 

“And I’m surprised you’ve stayed alive all these years! You told my father and his entire council you were a sorcerer, for crying out loud!” 

“They were going to kill Gwen!” 

“You really are a complete idiot, aren’t you Merlin!” Arthur threw his arms wide. “You were almost caught out by the witchfinder!” 

Despite the tears, Merlin couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face. “So where did you tell everyone I had gone?” 

“I said your mother was unwell, and you had gone home to take care of her.” 

Merlin swallowed. “You could tell them I’ve decided to stay. I could write a letter to Gaius-”

“I don’t want you to stay.” The words came out too quickly, like Arthur hadn’t meant to say them. 

Merlin blinked. The tears stuck to his eyelashes. “Is this… you asking me to come back?” 

Arthur ducked his head, and his voice was sullen when he spoke. “I’d be less worried about you if I could personally ensure you’re not actively trying to get yourself killed every minute of the day.”

“Arthur-” 

“And when I’m King, I’ll make sure you won’t have to live in fear again. I promise.” 

Merlin felt like his heart was going to burst.  

“Will you come back?” Arthur asked, and his voice suddenly sounded small and horribly fragile.   

Before Merlin could stop himself, he flung himself onto Arthur, arms wrapping around his broad frame. Arthur didn’t push him off or flinch away, instead he clutched Merlin back, his hand fisting in the fabric of his shirt, his face pressing into the side of his neck. 

"Dollophead," Merlin murmured into his shoulder.

The nightmare was over. He was home. 

[jhilsara]

I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 14

MJ has a gnawing feeling in the back of her mind. Something feels…off. She can’t put her finger on it, but she feels it in her gut. It’s churning in a way that she almost feels nauseous and irritable. She can identify it’s her anxiety, but she can’t identify why it’s getting triggered.  

She’s scrubbing down the bar, cleaning it before her shifts over. She’s running through the events of her day in her head. Wondering if maybe she forgot something. Did she lock her door? Did she leave her curling iron plugged in? Did she forget to buy something? Maybe she’s just being paranoid.

She shrugs it off and labels it as her being paranoid.

There hasn’t been another strange life or death incident in over a month. Maybe she feels like she’s overdue for one… Or maybe her life is finally back to normal.

She shakes her head and a small smile falls over her face. Her life will never be normal as long as Hobie’s around. It’s not a bad problem to have though.

She settles on the pit in her stomach being up to paranoia. She just feels overdue for a Spider-Man adjacent event.

Hopefully that doesn’t happen.

She packs it up, waving goodbye to Andy and meets Hobie at the back door. He’s leaning against the bricks, head back and lolled lazily over to look at her. A soft grin on his face. He pushes himself off and drops his arms over her shoulder from behind. He leans his body weight onto her, already towering over her short stature. He rests his chin on top of her head.

She just scoffs, “Hobie!” She groans and goes to grab his arms, “You’re gonna knock me over.” She pouts jokingly trying to not laugh.

“I’m not that heavy.” He says in mock offense. Leaning more of his weight onto her.

“No but you tower over me, that’s enough.” She says almost knocking both of them over.

He scoffs but removes himself off her, leaving one arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“C’mon, tired after runnin’ round with the lizard in the sewers all night.” He tells her with a soured face.

She scrunches her nose, “So that’s what I’m smelling?” She teases.

He removes himself off her completely raising his hands up in defense. “Oi, oi, stop takin’ the piss.” He says and nudges her with his elbow.

He turns to sniff his vest and he scrunches up his nose in disgust, “Need a shower though…”

She giggles and nudges him back, “Showers yours first then.” She replies with a grin.

“Mmmm, or, hear me out…” He says stepping in front of her and starts walking backwards down the street to face her.

“We could, shower together.” He suggests with a smug smirk.

Her face flushes and she rolls her eyes, “Mmm and what would be the benefit in showering with a man who smells like the sewers?” She hums in thought.

He doesn’t miss a beat when he replies, “Benefits?” He cocks his head in thought then starts counting on his fingers, “One, more quality time with your favorite person.” He says with a massive grin.

She shakes her head.

“Two, I’m a riot. Three…I might need you to check my back because there was a moment where I was just sliding down in unknown muck…” He gives her a hesitant and crooked smile.  

She winces but nods. “Yea this is a tag team effort.” She agrees with a skeptical look. “I will bail if the… unknown muck…. turns out to be absolutely foul. Definitely not sexy.” She says.

He nods, “Duly noted that sewer fighting isn’t sexy.” He says jokingly.

She just shakes her head and laughs as they walk back to her flat.

Once they entered the bathroom MJ is helping Hobie peel his suit off. Whatever he had on him from the sewer was clinging onto him like a leech.

“Oh my god, this is so foul Hobie…” She says holding his shirt up and as far away from her as possible.

“Ya weren’t the one who was thrown into it by a ten-foot-tall lizard.” He replies bitterly, trying to pry his pants off.

“What if, hear me out, we just make a new suit… you don’t have to wash this one, we could just toss it.” She tries to suggest making a face of disgust as he adds his pants to the pile.

“I have others, but we’re not trashin’ it. It’s fine, just needs a good wash!” he says giving her a playful glare.

She gives him a pointed look, “In who’s wash? Surely not mine.” She says dryly.

“Do ya want this smellin’ up your flat?” He says pointing to the pile of his spider suit parts still sprinkled with sludge.

“… no, no, not in my wash. We’ll put it in a bag and on the balcony.” She says looking at his clothes in horror.

He rolls his eyes but is grinning regardless. “Fine, I’ll take it.” He reaches out and holds her hips, “Can we please take a shower now?” he pouts.

She feels her face blush as he is just in his underwear and his hands are gently holding her hips, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. She avoids how fast her heart beats and reaches for a plastic bag under her sink and hands it to him. “Put the smelly clothes in the bag and no one gets hurt.” She jokes.  

He sighs dramatically, but neatly puts his clothes in the bag and ties it shut. He hands it over to her.

“Thank you!” She gives a large grin to him. “Start the shower, I’ll put this on the balcony.”

He nods his head and reaches over to turn on the water. She closes the door behind her and practically throws the bag onto the balcony. She never wants to smell whatever that was again.  

She stands in front of the bathroom door, nervous. Which she doesn’t know why she’s nervous. She’s been naked in front of people before, had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but for some reason this shower is what’s making her pause.

She takes a deep breath and just decides to shake it off. She’s had a weird feeling all day and she refuses to let her nerves ruin her time with Hobie.

She opens the door and he shuffles the shower curtain back, poking his head out, “I genuinely need help… it won’t go away, the smell. I don’t know if it’s in my head or not.” He tells her face genuinely worried.

She looks at him amused and just shakes her head, “Okay okay! Scoot over.” She tells him.

He returns into the shower and she strips quickly and joins him. Her face is red and she immediately feels the hot water hit her back making her jump a little.

Hobie grabs her arms, hands guiding her in gently. He smiles at her, eyes roaming her fuller figure.

Her eyes meet his and she notices him looking at her. She smacks his chest teasingly.

“Okay do a full body turn let me check your back for the unsexy sewer sludge.”

He grimaces and shakes his head, “Showers should be sexy, like fundamentally.” He does turn and show her his back.

She immediately laughs, “Oh god, it’s bad. It’s like stuck to you! What is this?!” she asks and grabs a wash rag. She covers it in soap and gently washes his back. Adding enough pressure to actually scrub it off of him.

He hums in response. “Never going in the bloody sewers ever again…”

“Agreed.”

She spends the next few minutes scrubbing his back, focused on removing the muck from him. He’s giving soft sighs and grunts of content. If she wasn’t flushed before she definitely was now.

“I- uh, I think you’re good now…” she whispers.

He turns to look at her over his shoulders, brow raised in amusement.

“Sure? Nothin’ else?” He asks.

She nods her head and clears her throat, “Yeah. All clean.” She gives a tight nervous smile.  She awkwardly pats his shoulder.

He gives a soft chuckle and turns to face her.

“You’re really red ya know?” He says with a lopsided smile.

She pouts up at him and crosses her arms over her chest, in mild irritation but also in a failing attempt to cover herself, feeling a little self-conscious.

It’s hard to not feel that way when someone who literally does acrobatics everyday is standing naked in front of her, with his ripped back muscles and toned arms… she has to stop looking. She shuffles a bit uncomfortably.

“The water’s just really warm…” She scoffs a bit and grabs a different clean rag and throws it at him. “Just wash my back please.” She mumbles turning around.

He just shakes his head and places his large hands firmly on her round hips, leaning down and resting his head on her shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Ya cute when you act like you’re not flustered by me.” He says cheekily.

She groans but doesn’t move away from him or his touch.

“See? Don’t even have a comeback, ya speechless.” He grins and kisses her neck.

It sends a shiver down her back, “Just wash my back please spider boy.” She mumbles with a small grin on her face.

He removes himself off of her and grabs the wash cloth and the soap from above.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing.” He says and starts to gently wash her back.

She hums in comfort and rolls her head to the side. Relaxing under his touch. One hand is working the wash cloth slowly up and down her back. His other hand is gently massaging her shoulders, going down her arms, and traveling down to her hips where he continues to kneed her skin.

She’s melting against his hands, moaning a bit from the ministrations. The hot water against them, his large hands pressing against her, she’s so comfortable she could easily just fall asleep like this.

Her eyes are closed and her head is lolled a bit to the side.

He presses into her shoulder and she releases a deep moan from her throat, one that makes her eyes fly open in embarrassment.

“Careful, gonna tease me too much with those noises.” He murmurs holding onto to her soft hips tightly.

“Christ, what were you a masseuse in another life?” she says with a dreamy sigh, turning to face him.

He lifts his hands up and wiggles his long fingers, “Magic hands.”

She snorts and shakes her head.

She leans against him and wraps her arms around him in a loose hug, “I’m sleepy.”

He pulls her to him, laying his head on top of hers, “Yeah? Wanna cuddle?” he murmurs.

“Absolutely. Let’s finish before the water get’s cold.” She says excitedly.

They finish quickly, the water turning ice cold making them rush. She grabs one of her big towels and wraps it around both of them. They wipe each other down, drying off quickly.

Hobie puts on a pair of clean boxers he had shoved away in MJ’s underwear drawer. MJ slides on a sports bra and matching panties.

Hobie places his hands around her waist, pulling her soft body to his and nuzzling his face into her shoulder. He hums in contentment.

She just pats his arm and starts walking to her room, him right behind her, awkwardly waddling along.

MJ flops them onto her bed and she curls into a ball, Hobie’s arms still encapsulating her.

He kisses her shoulder a few times before he lets go to grab her large and fluffy duvet to cover them. He lays on top of her, smiling broadly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. He settles his head on her chest.

She wraps her own arms around his shoulders, legs wrapping around him as well.

She sighs happily and closes her eyes. Listening to the sounds of them breathing. They fall asleep wrapped up in each other and fall into a blissful sleep.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

MJ groans a bit, squeezing her eyes tight. Too loud and too early.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

This time it’s enough to wake her and it’s ungodly early for someone who went to sleep at four in the morning. A sad whimper escapes her mouth. She shoves her face into Hobie’s shoulder.

“Fuckin’ hell is that?” she hears him groan, voice a deep sleepy tremor.

“I don’t know… I’ve never had a problem with my neighbors before.” She whines.

“Maybe if we ignore it, they’ll stop.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around her tightly pulling her closer.

The banging continues, somehow, getting louder.

“Why, what have I done to deserve this suffering?” She murmurs sleepily.

“I’ll get it, just go back to sleep.” He says and kisses the top of her head.

“Hurry back, I’ll get cold.” She fake whines with a laugh.

“Oh, piss off, you’ll be passed out.” He teases her back shoving her off playfully.

She hears Hobie shuffle to her door and she feels herself ease up as the banging finally ends. She sighs and wraps the blankets around herself tighter, finally, some peace.

Then she hears the shrill and piercing voice of her worst fear.

Stomping footsteps towards her door.

Her eyes fly open and she wonders how bad it would look if she flung herself out the window topless.

She doesn’t have enough time to decide before her door is flung open and she’s face to face with someone she hasn’t seen in ages.

“¡Dios! ¡Qué estás haciendo holgazaneando con un hombre medio desnudo! Pensé que te crié mejor.”

MJ groans and sits up, holding the blanket over her chest, and looks at her mother standing in her doorway.

She sees Hobie’s head peaking behind her and looking at MJ in confusion.

This, this is what her gut was warning her about. Why her nerves were so fried. She always got that weird feeling when her mother was involved.

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[subastian-swallows]

Hogwarts Legacy Characters Reacting:

You’ve fallen asleep in class, how would they react?

Sebastian: It’s Charms Class. You’ve spent the evening prior out on one of your many escapades — your feat? Wiping out a huge Loyalist camp, however, it’s not something you can exactly talk to Professor Ronen about and so you sucked it up and went to class. However, you didn’t last long and no matter how many times Sebastian prodded your side — nothing could have saved you from your exhaustion. So, what could Sebastian do? Well he could make up a lie, and say you ate something bad — passing out in the process. Or he could say he was mucking around with a spell he had learnt and knocked you unconscious — but no, you see Sebastian is a lot more charming than that and so he propped up your books and barricaded you from view. His task now: making sure you were breathing, tucking strands of hair away from your face and smiling softly at you as you snored. But it was more evident that he cared, when he simply made it his goal to keep Professor Ronen busy so you could sleep. And when you eventually looked uncomfortable, he guided you to his shoulder, barely stirring you, before he hexed poor Garreth — to have class end early. (When everyone left, Sebastian sat still for an extra forty minutes — just so you could sleep.)

Garreth: It’s Potion Class. You had been up until the early hours of the morning in the Room of Requirement — hiding behind a makeshift barricade as Garreth attempted his twenty-seventh brew of ‘Cascading Inferno.’ It was meant to be a new potion to help in the defence of Loyalists and Ashwinders, but it was proving to be more difficult than he had hoped. Both of you were extremely tired and as you were both barely able to keep your eyes open — neither of you had any idea how you would last through class. Eventually Garreth had a brilliant idea, well let’s just say an idea and when he quickly turned to scribble away in his textbook before ripping it wildly — you couldn’t help but laugh when he showed you what he had done. When he finally reached for your hand and placed two horribly drawn eyes onto your palm, Garreth explained his grand plan. He had thought that if they placed the eyes against their eyelids — they could get away with a quick nap and although it was stupid, you happily agreed. It worked for a mere five minutes before you both were scalded by Professor Sharp and given detention.

Ominis: It's History of Magic Class. He's just as dead to the world as you are. No late night adventures, not even staying up late to study — the class is just boring. But, if there was ever a time where he was awake and you weren't — only after prodding you and realising you were sleeping soundly, he would simply just make sure you were comfortable. Eventually, he would offer you his robe — especially when you had forgotten your own and when he tried to do it without you waking up, you would simply pull him close and nuzzle into him. He always accepted it though, enjoying how easy it was for you to be so comfortable with him and when you snuggled deeper into his arm, Ominis would happily fall asleep along with you.

Poppy: It's Herbology Class. You've been out all night, dealing with Sebastian and one of his escapades into the forbidden forest — and when you had dragged yourself into the classroom, barely escaping falling into a table of chomping cabbages, Poppy pulled you to safety. Professor Garlick barely acknowledged you or perhaps, didn't mind that you couldn't keep yourself awake and so Poppy simply watched over you as you passed out in a mound of dirt — gently pushing away the tentacles of a plant you were learning about, that seemed eager to capture you: a sleeping prey.

Natty: It's Beasts Class. You've been asleep for a while, finding the perfect spot between the shed and the Mooncalf pen and when Natty found you, with hay sticking out of your hair — Natty made it her goal to keep the Mooncalfs from chewing chunks out of your hair and making sure Professor Howin didn't notice you. She eventually got distracted with speaking with Sebastian, as he taunted her with her lack of wins in Crossed Wands and when she turned around to you suddenly yelping — she could only apologise, when she watched a Mooncalf dash off with a clump of your hair.

Amit: It's Astronomy Class. Amit only realised you had passed out, when he eventually stopped himself from his seventh-topic change and as he glanced back from sketching out the latest constellation he had found — he quickly felt embarrassed when he realised he had bored you to the point of sleep. Eventually, Amit noticed you shivering and when you stirred in your slumber — he quickly apparated a blanket and placed it over you.