#i like writing on the bridge. or reading on the bridge. there are benches in the shade of trees and lots of open air

[orcelito]

posted chapter 4 of Sentido

now with the tag of "Plants Shenanigans". i think im very funny for that

[festivalsofmargot]

Selfless {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: Follow up to Pretty Thoughts. (I tried to write in a way you could follow what’s going on without needing to read the last part though, so jump in if you’d like!) Sebastian isn’t waiting for your permission to help you with your assignments anymore. He knows what he wants, and he’s going after it. Takes place after MC meets Anne and before Seb’s final quest. Your Hogwarts house is up to you.

Word Count: ~ 1,700

Warnings: Kissing

Author’s Note: If he wanted to, he would is the fanfic lesson of the day. This one’s a bit shorter than my others, but I feel like so much more happened! I finished up this one quicker than I thought, so I’m going to be sneaky and edit here and there if I see any typos (my worst nightmare). Hope everyone’s having a good day 🙂

Songs (if interested):

Run Away to Mars - TALK

Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

Mr. Rager - Kid Cudi

The World - TeZATalks

Sebastian was lounging on a couch in the Slytherin common room, one hand behind his head, the other rubbing at his lips. He was trying to remember the feel of your mouth on his when you had kissed him in the library. He knew a memory wasn’t the most reliable thing, but he could have sworn he felt your tongue at one point. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance remembering the part where the two of you had to pull apart because you heard Madam Scribner approaching.

He was going to try to get another kiss in after the two of you would have left the library together. But something shifted in your mood and you ran off without him. He had been confuzzled about it ever since. It couldn’t have been that he was a bad kisser, he didn’t think the two of you would have stopped if you didn’t have to worry about getting caught.

He had tried to catch you before you left the castle that morning, but you were nowhere to be found. He was learning fast that it wasn’t going to be easy making you his. He needed to step it up, because you were a slippery one. Just when he thought he had you in the palm of his hand, you were gone.

He decided to stop moping and take action. He shot up off the couch and went to find a few people who he was thankful were easier to find.

-

When Sebastian arrived back on campus, he was covered in scrapes and bruises, and he absolutely reeked of dirt and sweat. Merlin’s beard, was this what you did nearly every day? He needed to toughen up if he wanted to keep up with you. 

After going to find Poppy and Natty, he had asked them about everything they had planned on helping you with. He told them he would take over, lying and saying he had similar assignments. He built up quite the list: Horklumps that could only be found in caves filled with ginormous spiders, ashwinder eggs he had to find hiking in the rockiest of places, and even bogeys he had managed to knock out a troll for. The professors had no hesitancy throwing you in the deep end, did they?

He was almost worried he bit off more than he could chew, but he had managed to complete the list, making the fatigue he felt oddly satisfying.

Despite being aware of his untidy state, he headed towards the dining hall. He thanked his lucky stars he had made it back before dinner time ended. He needed to get food in him or he would faint.

A majority of the students were gone, having already gotten their fill. He began making his way to find a seat, enchanted bag in hand. But among the few students left in the dining hall, he caught sight of you. Luck was officially on his side that day, he didn’t think he would have found you at all that weekend. He headed your way, wanting to walk faster but the soreness in his legs wouldn’t allow him. 

He plopped the bag on the table, startling you. He didn’t wait for you to say anything and slumped down in the empty spot next to you, too tired to lift his legs over the bench. He leaned his elbows back on the table and let his head fall back.

After allowing himself a brief moment to finally do nothing but sit that day, he met your questioning gaze and he gestured to the bag with his chin. “Hope this helps.”

You squinted your eyes at him, trying to work out what he was talking about. 

“Go on. Open it.”

You grabbed the bag and peeked inside. It didn’t take long for you to realize it had a charm to fit what looked like a dozen large jars. Getting a closer look, you realized they were full of items you needed for your latest assignments.

“Sebastian...” A proud smile tugged at his lips at the pleasant surprise in your voice. He leaned his head back again, another wave of exhaustion hitting him.

“I told you I wanted to help you.”

“This is... amazing. I -...” You were at a loss for words, shaking your head in disbelief. “I owe you, Sebastian. Please, let me know how I can repay you.”

He glanced back at you, raising a brow. “What are you going on about? You don’t owe me a thing.”

Something warm and fuzzy formed in your chest. This was not the Sebastian you first met. What ever happened to the Slytherin who was so eager to have people in his debt?

“Then why would you - …?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?” He smirked.

You looked back down into the bag, hiding the smirk of your own that formed. “Please do.”

He loosely took your hand in his. He would have grabbed it with a firmer hold if he could, but his forearms were aching too much. “You make me nervous too.”

You looked up to return his gaze and your heart fluttered. 

“I’d do anything you’d ask of me.” The way he said it while looking deep into your eyes, as if he needed you to understand he meant it, made you want to melt. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. “Please don’t run off.”

Finding your voice, you assured with a whisper, “I won’t.” You squeezed his hand back.

He smiled, relief overwhelming him. “Now that we’ve got that settled,” he gave your hand a quick kiss. Releasing it, he swung his legs over the bench to face the mouth watering platters. “I hate to ask, but could you help me get some of the food onto my plate. I think my arms are going to fall off.”

The two of you laughed and you happily obliged.

-

“Food really does taste better after a day like this.” Sebastian sighed, dreamily thinking back on how the first bite of many had made him want to cry.

“It does. I don’t know how I’ll survive when we don’t have Hogwarts cooking to come home to.” You replied as the two of you made your way to the Slytherin common room. You were going to drop him off and then head out to do your astronomy assignment. Once again, Sebastian had offered to come with, but seeing how he was practically asleep on his feet, you pleaded for him to get washed up and straight to bed.

Standing outside of the Slytherin common room, Sebastian let out a long exhale, thinking about how close to his bed he was. Oh how he wanted to collapse onto it. He looked to you. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.”

“You will.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and turned to make his way into the common room.

“Sebastian, wait.” You grabbed for his hand with the gentlest touch. He stopped walking and faced you again.

“Yes?”

“I know you’re tired, but...” You drifted off as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. 

Though he was exhausted, he mustered up all the energy he could to kiss you back, hoping he would catch some kind of a second wind. 

He tasted earthy and salty from the dirt and sweat that covered him. The hand that cupped your neck felt extra rough and callused then, but you didn’t care. Thinking about everything he had done for you that day, you wanted more of him. Your tongue just barely licked his bottom lip and it sent a shiver up his spine.

Truth be told, you always went a little mad when he was disheveled and sweaty like this. Whenever he needed to take off his robes and roll up his sleeves, it made you weak. He especially caught your eye after dueling matches, he would be worn out with clothes and hair disordered. You always ached to stroke his hair back into place.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He reciprocated by wrapping his arms around your lower back. He wanted to lift you off the ground but his muscles painfully screamed in protest. So he settled for just biting at your bottom lip instead, eliciting a light moan from you.

You weren’t masters of kissing yet. Still learning the ropes, the two of you could only do what felt right in the moment, be it little nips or licks here and there. Neither of you seemed to mind, however.

The echoing sounds of students chattering and making their way down the stairs stopped your kiss. He sighed into your neck, still holding you close. “We need to find better places to do this.” And with one final kiss to your jaw he pulled away.

“Probably for the best, you need to get some rest.” You told him, straightening your shirt.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” His eyelids were heavy, and you thought it was the most precious you’d ever seen him. 

“You’re adorable.” You told him with a cheeky smile you couldn’t hide.

“Oh, please never call me that again.” He rubbed roughly at his eyes, too sleepy to be that annoyed with your words.

You took subtle glances to see if anyone around you was looking your way. When you felt you were in the clear, you snuck a peck to his cheek, surprising him. “See you at breakfast.” And off you went.

He watched after you. You gave him quite the reward for his actions that day, he ought to do stuff like this more often.

Someone behind him gagged. “My word!” Sebastian, startled, turned to see Ominis with a face contorted in pure disgust. “You smell putrid!”

Sebastian could only nod in agreement. “I’m aware. Now, help me into the common room, will you? I think I’m about to collapse.”

Ominis scoffed “I am going nowhere near you.” He began towards the common room without him.

“Ominis, please, I’m not joking.”

[cher-rei]

hey could u do a comfort fic with trent alexander arnold where he’s maybe read stuff on the internet about him that are very hateful and the reader comforts him

reflection— [ T.A.A ]

but I love that man like nobody can [how to disappear- lana del rey]

pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: after his injury, comments start to flood trent's mind and you want nothing more than to make sure he knows that they aren't true.

genre(s): established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

[wc: 2.3k] masterlist

notes: while I'm writing this I can't stop thinking about cody and the amount of hate he's getting because of the united match. he's human too and the fact that people are going to his instragram and commenting the most horrible things about him and telling him to leave the club genuinely hurts my heart because he's so sweet and doesn't deserve any of this. it's normal for footballers to make mistakes and they have their bad days, but putting them down isn't going to make the situation any better. we're supposed to be supporting the team and not blaming individuals for a loss </3

it's strange how the people that swear that they're a clubs supporter can switch up on players over something as minuscule as missing a goal or losing a tackle. it's the way players get dragged for making human mistakes, but because of the pedestals they're put on it adds even more pressure.

the comparing of players, telling them to leave their clubs and so much more pile up on the list of hate they get. no matter how good of a footballer you were there was always going to hate thrown your way, chipping away at your self esteem ever so slowly.

trent was headstrong, he knew who he was and hardly took harsh comments and criticism to heart. it was one of the many things you admired about your boyfriend, the way that he was able to be better and prove people wrong so effortlessly.

but he was only human after all, and it was bound to get to him at some point. it was after his first match back after injury that everything happened. he acquired the knee injury against arsenal in january, recalling the exact moment you saw him limping and biting his jersey to ease the pain.

you were in the stands obviously, worried sick but he wasn't subbed off for whatever reason. while everyone was rejoicing the win you couldn't bring yourself to forget about his knee, immediately rushing to the tunnel so you could see him.

trent swore that he was fine but you were absolutely furious that he still played the full 90 minutes instead of asking for the medics to at least check up on him. that was water undet the bridge however, and he was put off for three weeks but even then you felt that it was too little recovery time.

and you were right of course but he was eager to be on the pitch again. you couldn't pass judgement there because of course he missed playing, he felt horrible for being at home and not having any way to contributing to the teams victories. so when they gave him the green light for the match against burnley he was ecstatic.

and you were happy for him, but that didn't push your worry to the back of your mind. and then it went south when he was subbed off before half time because he wasn't playing at his best. the entire time he was on the bench he was silent, his thoughts running wild and his heart heavy with disappointment.

you were watching the match from home so you immediate reaction was to message him, his dull responses taking shots at your heart.

when he got home that evening your heart shattered seeing him look so beaten up. all he did was drop his bags and come to lay with you on the couch, his head resting on your chest while you reassured him that everything was going to be fine.

trent barely spoke a word to you until the following afternoon when he got back from his physio assessment, in an even worse state than when he left. he was limping, his head hung low and motivation to do anything at its lowest.

you knew that he just needed some time alone before you tackled the situation, so you gave him his necessary space until he was ready to talk. but then the evening came when his side of the bed was empty, and when you checked your phone you were even more surprised to see that it was only 2 a.m.

you got out of bed in panic, immediately rushing downstairs to look for trent but all the lights were off. he wasn't in the kitchen, the living room or even in the backyard. by now your thoughts were running wild, shear panic settling on your chest until you heard the front door unlock.

trent walked in, his lips pursed. "why are you awake?" he took a few steps closer to you, confusion settling on his face. "do you know what time it is?"

a dry scoff left your lips in disbelief. "I could ask you the same thing."

he went silent, not knowing what to say except apologise but you were fed up. you gave him his space and kept your worry to yourself, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did but your patience wore thin.

your expression hardened at the recollection of how distant he'd been the past week. "talk to me. please."

"there's nothing to talk about, I'm fine--"

"--that's absolute bullshit" your tone was harsh and it took him by surprise because you rarely raised your voice at anyone, let alone him.

he took a few weary steps closer only to see the tears walking up in your eyes. oh shit, what has he done.

"no baby why are you crying?" he asked soothingly and pulled you into his embrace, his hands gently stroking your back in comfort. his heart sunk at the few sniffles from your side, he couldn't believe that his injury had you crying.

you tightened your arms around his torso, an overwhelming feeling of hurt washing over you the more he comforted you. "because you're hurt."

he sighed. "and I'm getting better. the recovery is going well honey."

you shook your head against his chest. "I'm not talking about your knee trent." you finally pulled away to look up at him with teary eyes, which didn't make him feel any better.

"I know you read the comments, and I know that you're taking them to heart this time but--" you swallowed the bile in your throat, the mere thought of all the hurtful comments having you sick to your stomach. "--but you're not talking to me about it and it makes me feel horrible because they're not true."

trent's heart had just been shattered to pieces, his lips parted in shock because you knew him so damn well. he had been reading the comments, and at first it didn't mean much but the more they came about, the harder it was to push it aside.

honestly the worse 45 minutes anyone had played this season. trent has exited his prime and it's showing.

this is who you guys call the best right back in the league?? have you seen that match against burnley? kyle walker over this dude any day.

he was good until he wasn't. sorry not sorry.

I'm sorry what was that play?? all he had to do was keep the ball for more than 2 seconds. this guy is a joke.

nah get this man out of my club, I can't anymore.

trent my man this is burnley we're talking about. what are you doing??

he's seen it all. and for the first time in years he let the negative comments get to him even though he knew better. and now here you were, standing in front of him teary eyed in the middle of the night because he wasn't man enough to talk to you— his own damn girlfriend.

a heavy sigh disturbed the silence and that was an indicator to you that he was ready to talk. he took your hand and lead you to the couch, making sure that you were settled down comfortably in front of him.

"you know when we played city the away fans were yelling at me when I went to take the corner," he began with a half hearted laugh. "apparently I'm a shit kyle walker."

your grip tightened on his hand instinctively, but you remained silent and listened to him express his concerns and thoughts on the entire ordeal. he brushed the kyle walker thing off and said that he found it rather amusing instead of hurtful.

"but after the arsenal game when I hurt my knee something just snapped I guess. and you were so worried when I got home too so I just wanted to get better because I don't want you to panic over my injuries."

a lump formed in your throat, the tears resurfacing but trent was quick to wipe them away. "and now people are saying that I played like absolute shit against burnley," he shook his head. "which is true by the way."

this was were you grew defensive. "you just came back from injury of course you weren't going to be in the best shape trent."

his eyebrows raised for a moment, a soft chuckle leaving his lips but you didn't find it funny at all. "ever since this whole thing you've been saying my name an awful lot."

that was surprisingly true. you were upset so of course you weren't going to call him something endearing. you were upset!

you cocked you head to the side, a judgemental look on your face that trent didn't want to worsen so he carried on talking. you weren't going to bed until he had everything out.

"anyway," he chuckled. "I've just been feeling really anxious and self conscious because what if they're telling the truth you know? like okay I score goals and I play well but what if that's just me thinking that?"

his breathing had begun to pick up and you were quick to notice, and alarm going off in your mind and telling you that he was nearing tears. trent groaned in frustration and shut his eyes in attempt to push the tears back.

he bent over to put his hands on his knees to try and calm himself down before you started crying as well. your hand was running up and down his back soothingly, only for him to get back up and take refuge in your arms.

everything was finally starting to pool out, and it broke you knowing that he felt this way and hadn't spoken to you because he didn't want you to worry. the dark living room was filled with his silent sobs that you tried to ease until your own started to fall.

you shut your eyes and held trent as close to you as possible, your shirt slightly wet because of his tears. you wondered how the other players felt when something similar happened to them, if they broke down in their partners' arms as well.

it wasn't easy for them to welcome the vulnerability you assumed— especially if it were over something like hate comments. but it was difficult and they were only trying their best.

"It's okay if you cry baby. there's no need to apologise," you hushed when he said sorry. "It's normal to feel this way, you're human too and I can't tell you not to let those things get to your head but they're not true."

his silent sobs came to a subtle halt but his head remained on your shoulder as he listened to you speak so softly, telling him that everything was okay.

"you know what you're capable of so don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. as long as you know that you have people who support you and are rooting for you, nothing else should matter," you retorted reassuringly in hopes that it would help him realise that he didn't have to worry about things he couldn't control.

it was out of his hands, he lead the arsenal match in pain like a proper leader and that showed immense strength. instead of giving up he pulled through and made sure that the team were at their best before thinking about himself.

you put a small kiss to his temple. "I'm so proud of you. every single waking moment of every day, no matter what happens— I will always be proud of you for doing what you can."

this made trent smile when he finally got up to look at you with glossy eyes. "really?"

you nodded eagerly. "you breathe and I want to scream 'that's my boyfriend'."

that got a laugh out of him and he felt his heart strings tug. he loved you so much for standing by his side no matter what, for being patient and for just being you. he was grateful beyond comprehension and sometimes he felt that he didn't express his love for you the correct amount.

you deserved so much and here you were comforting him at the dead of night because he got insecure. his heart was overflowing just for you.

trent put his hand on your cheek and wiped away the stray tear that fell. "I'm sorry for making you worry. if I do it again just kick me out."

you laughed and his heart exploded. "oh definitely. pull a stunt like this again and I'll feed you to the wolves."

his eyes widened a fraction. "okay that's a bit too far."

you disagreed wholeheartedly and told him that it was the only correct form of punishment for the heart attacks that he gave you. "my heart broke like five times in this past week trent, so no."

he hummed and leant in for a kiss. "I'll fix it again I promise."

you felt yourself melt at the touch of his lips on yours— a tender kiss that held so much sincerity and love, an apology slipping through along with a silent I love you.

he pulled away and took a moment to look at you, drinking in every bit of your presence silently to which you hit him on the arm, a giddy smile and blush having you weak in the knees whereas he was mesmerised, not even realising that you had been trying to get his attention for a bit.

"earth to trent," you called and waved your hand in front of your face but he quickly caught it and pulled you closer to him, a yelp leaving your mouth before laughing.

"call me trent one more time and we're going to have a problem," he said through a smile but you just played along, finding it amusing.

"oh really?" your tone was playful and he wasn't having any of it. "well trent wouldn't-- ah!"

your boyfriend had you lying on the couch in a fit of giggles, him hovering over you as he tickled you but stopping every so often to litter kisses on your face which you weren't fighting at all. because everyone needed a little love, right?

[fanaticsnail]

Gua-Sha

Masterlist here.

I've felt I have severely neglected writing for the green-haired swordsman while I've been catapulted with hands bound, riding aboard the Mihawk-Sanji-Buggy train and he was in desperate need of some attention.

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, facial massage, lymphatic drainage, pining, mutual pining, not beta-read (I'm sorry). This song was on repeat while writing, for all those who (like me) like songs to coexist with their fics.

Word Count: 4,438

Sitting in a reclined position on a deck chair besides the great green-haired swordsman; you brought the jade-coloured, smooth rock back up to your jaw. You raked the sharp surface from your chin upwards towards the left-hand side towards your ear as you felt the drainage of lymphatic glands pool down the crevasses of your throat.

Closing your eyes, you repeated the movement several more times before lulling your head over to the other side and repeating the technique; dragging the jade piece along your outer jaw to pool the liquid down your throat causing you equal amounts of relief.

As you brought your hands up to begin dragging the stone against the bridge of your nose to glide across your cheekbones up to your temple; the swordsman opened his eye lazily to glance at you. His eyes raked from your skilled hands drawing the stone against your cheeks to your parted lips as you gasped at the relief the massaging movement provided to your flesh.

“What is that thing?” he asked lazily from his position beside you on the bench. Looking down on him with half-lidded eyes; you allowed yourself a moment to trail your eyes over your crewman. His chest was exposed to the sun with his buttoned shirt relinquishing their duties to contain his muscular torso. His scar from the battle with Dracule Mihawk present to all who cast their eyes onto him, glistening with the silvertip eclipse of healed skin.

You looked down at his lazy eyes as he arched his brow up to you to re-emphasize his question. Rolling your eyes, you drew your unoccupied hand to your neck to stabilize your ministrations against your nasal trail.

“It’s called gua-sha,” you informed him with a breathy tone, closing your eyes to focus on your movements, “it’s for lymphatic drainage of your face. Really helps me relax after my watch shift.”

Zoro hummed in response, his eyes zeroing in on your fingertips as they continued to drag the coarse side of the stone ritualistically over your face repetitively. His eyes, fully opened now, focused on how methodologically you maneuvered the object against your face to syphon the collected pressure within your muscles downwards into your chest to dissipate the gathered fluid.

Feeling the burning eyes drilling into you, you sighed a little in frustration at the attention before turning to look completely at the swordsman beside you. Your eyes met with his, his sights focusing on the object clasped within your knuckles rather than your eyes. Furrowing your brows cautiously at him, your brow arched upwards in question.

“Did you want to try it?” you apprehensively asked him, holding out the small, smooth stone in the palm of your hand to present it  to him. His brows furrowed at your words, staring at the object in your outstretched hand before drawing his eyes up to gaze into your own.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” he shrugged, his lip and jaw protruding dismissively as he arched his shoulders upwards. Your brow increased in its position against your forehead at his words, before dissipating into your lips gathering in a soft smirk.

“Would you like me to do it for you?” you asked him, gesturing first to the stone before beckoning him to recline against your lap, “I’ve got the technique nailed to a fine art.”

He arched his own brows up at your question before internally arguing with himself to find some semblance of danger in adhering to your offer. Once finding no such threat, he turned to look up at you with an almost soft expression.

“If you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind it,” he shrugged again before inching himself towards you; halting as his upper arms and forearms brushed with your thighs, asking; “so, how do you want to do this?”

The swordsman and yourself had nothing more than comradery in your established friendship: he the first mate to the captain, you an explorer who’s paths aligned with your current captain’s adventure to the Grand Line. You can admit to yourself easily enough that Zoro was easy on the eyes; his moss-coloured hair, his golden piercing and his warm chestnut brown eyes drawing you into him completely. His rough exterior was begging to be peeled back to reveal the warm, beautiful interior you had only been graced with encountering once he received injury beyond his natural healing ability.

“Come over here then,” you beckoned him with a playful grin, gesturing for him to rotate to lay on his back with his hair falling into your thighs, “lay down and relax, your settee awaits.”

He let out a sharp exhale of a huff of breath before he did what you asked of him: his head reclining against your thighs as you smoothed your hands over his forehead to draw back the emerald locks from obscuring your view. He hissed in a small grunt of surprise against your fingers brushing his hair away, prompting you to flinch away in response.

“Sorry, Zoro,” you uttered in a low tone, “I should’ve asked if it was okay to touch you before I did. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He sighed with a light laugh in response, gazing up at you with his hazelnut coloured orbs; “it’s fine,” he reassured you, “you’re gonna touch that weird rock on my face anyway. Go on, touch me,” his smirk twinkled within his in his roguish teasing.

In response to his playful taunt, you smoothed your fingertips against his face to prepare his skin for the gua-sha jade stone. You placed the stone to lie against his chest before you relinquished your hold on it, opting to bring your fingertips to his cheekbones. His brows furrowed as he gazed up into your eyes before flittering them shut under your skillful fingertips soothing his stubborn and aching muscles beneath his cheeks.

Behind closed eyes, his jaw hung slightly agape as his lips parted to huff out small pants of relief as he relished in your touch. A warm blush rose to your cheeks at his vocalized breaths, which you managed to bully down to the recesses of your chest. You were merely anchoring your fingertips to prepare his skin to receive the smooth stone, but he was already breathing sighs of relief under your ministrations. The pressure within his facial muscles, particularly his brows, were incredibly tense under your fingers. You rotated small circles from your thumbs and forefingers, drawing them from his pointed brow to his temples and down the frame of his cheeks towards his jaw.

Zoro’s brows furrowed deeper, his thoughts swirling beneath his eyes at your touch. He could admit to only himself that he appreciated your presence beside him and often found himself falling beside you at meal times, accompanying your watch-shifts, and falling his body between yours and harms way in defense. To him, you were beautiful; so incredibly and unashamedly beautiful. Your drive in ensuring the wellbeing of the crew was one of the major attractions he felt to you, acknowledging your external beauty as secondary to your heart. Now that your touch was freely given to him, he relished in every single moment of it; never dreaming of the instance occurring and now not wanting it to end.

You reached down to his throat to collect the smooth stone within your grasp with your right hand while your left continued to caress his cheek within your hands.

“Are you okay with me starting with the gua-sha stone now, or would you prefer my fingers for a little while more?” you asked him in a small voice to not break him from his relaxation.

He hummed in response, truly processing the question you were asking him. His eyes flittered open to meet with your own, his right hand reaching up to clasp your right wrist containing the stone. He traced small circles with his thumb against your skin, his lips falling into a small and apprehensive smile.

“I like it all so far,” he admitted, his eyes shutting in a slow blink before reopening to meet with your own orbs, “but I do like the way your fingers feel on my face. They’re-,” he paused, attempting to find the words he wanted to give to you, “-they’re warm. You’re warm.”

Again, you internally screamed at yourself to contain the rising heated blush within your chest to bully it away from your cheeks. While Zoro did not particularly have a way with words, his sincerity is what held you beneath the clasps of your gentle, circular movements.

“I-I don’t have to use the stone, you know,” you informed him, gulping back your hesitancy to rise an aura of confidence in its wake, “I can do this with just my hands if you like. It is easier with the stone, but I have the ability to make do without if you’d prefer?”

He hummed in response as your fingertips found his cheeks and forehead beneath your thumbs. Closing his eyes once more, you felt less self-conscious beneath his gaze. Placing the stone back down, you began to trail your fingertips over his jaw towards his throat to massage his face; draining his lymphatic nodes downwards to collect the liquid within his throat. His Adams-apple gulped at the sensation, his breathing becoming heavier at your unwithheld pressured caress.

Your fingertips trailed to the scruff of his neck, opting to use your thumbs to trace against his jaw in long, drawn-out strokes. His jaw fell slack as his lips parted, a sigh falling in relief and satisfaction from your skilled ministrations.

Focussing completely on the task at hand, you neglected to notice Zoro reopen his closed eyes to watch your concentrated expression. Your attentiveness and dedication to massaging his face and neck drew a small blush to the ears and cheeks of the masterful sword-wielder as he gawked at you with admiration.

“Zoro?” your low tone shook him from his trance, eyes meeting with your lips first before floating up to meet with your orbs, “do you want the stone?”

His breath hitched as he processed a bombardment of thoughts immediately flooding to pool within his brow: “if the stone is used, he won’t get to feel your fingertips on his cheeks,” “he wants to feel your hands touching him, tenderly tracing his skin against your hands,” “if you don’t use the stone, you might catch on to his affection for you and shy away from him in response,” “if you don’t use the stone, it’ll be weird, right?” “the whole reason you’re touching him is because of the weird stone,” “he doesn’t want to make it weird, he wants to always be close to you,” “why are you looking at him like that?” “your smile is so enchanting,” “why are you laughing?”

“Zoro,” your small, playful giggle drew him from his thoughts as you rolled his name slowly over your tongue, “if you keep thinking so hard, you’re going to undo all of my hard work and I’ll have to start over.”

He felt a slow bead of sweat trickle from his temple to fall within his hairline, the stress of his indecision causing his breath to halt within his throat.

“Hey, woah big boy,” you chastised him, bringing your hands to his cheeks to focus him beneath your palms. Your hair cascaded down to fall around your face as you held his attention, prompting you to flip it over your shoulder with a huff of your breath before drawing your head down to stoop lower.

“This isn’t meant to be a stressful experience,” you informed him, a warm smile falling to your lips as you looked at him through your eyelashes, “if you don’t like it, let me know and I’ll stop-.”

“-Don’t stop,” he gasped with a low rumble of his chest, cutting off your sentence with his command. Taken slightly aback, your eyelashes fluttered in confusion. You gulped against his command, noticing the way your body responded to his vocalisation with your body becoming rigid and alert.

As the first mate aboard the Going Merry, Zoro was accustomed to giving orders to the crew in lieu of Luffy as he slept off the over-consumption of food. You would follow his direction as he lead you in battle, informed you of watch shift rotation, ordered your attacks in combat; but there was something different about his tone. It was a the tone of a desperate request, not a direct order from a commander to a subordinate; but an apprehensive invitation spoken in the tone of a lover.

“Zoro?” you whispered, his name falling from within your mouth with a small sigh. His eyes were drawn immediately to your lips as you called his name, his right hand reaching up to fall against the scruff of your neck. His firm touch felt foreign, but not unwelcome as he gaze fell back into your eyes.

“Use the stone if you want,” he uttered slowly, his chestnut eyes falling back to your lips as his own parted with a small sigh. His fingertips trailed from your neck back upwards to drag your hair over your ear to fall it further away from your face. His rough callouses atop his strong hands traced the shell of your ear softly as he drew it away to fall back onto his chest, lacing with his other as he again shut his eyes awaiting your touch to return.

You shook the rising warmth from your chest and the tingles against his touch back to contain beneath your heart as you slowly retrieved the stone from its position lying on his upper chest. Your eyes lingered on the small opening of his shirt, noticing a small hitch in his own breathing as your touch fell slightly against his skin in the retrieval of the gua-sha stone.

Holding your thumb and forefingers against his chin and jaw, you began raking the harsh side of the gua-sha stone against his jaw to travel upwards to his ear before falling it down towards his pulse and down his throat. Every motion and movement was slow and deliberate, an action you had mastered while perfecting your techniques against your own face every night. Pushing back the growing feelings within your chest, you opted to empathetically fix your sights on Zoro’s face; visualising it as your own instead of his.

Zoro was a writhing mess internally, forcing every rising feeling of attraction to you to retreat down to return within his broody heart. He was okay with his affections for you remaining unrequited, but the way you were touching him, pampering him, was forcing his heart to drum harshly and deafeningly against his ribcage. He was hoping, praying, you were too enamoured in your task to notice how hot his brow was becoming beneath your skillful touch and the rising pink blush falling to his cheeks.

He was not accustomed to getting this worked up beneath the hands of a woman. You were everything he wanted, but never knew he truly needed. His eyes flittered open to sneak a small glance at your face; sighing in relief as he noticed the way you were truly focussing on the task of relieving his jaw of tension instead of meeting your eyes with his own.

You were so beautiful. Your actions were so skillful, your hands relieving him of a lot of the tension he never knew he carried so prominently atop his face. Zoro felt as if he was in a realm completely within its own; the crashing of the waves rocking the ship as he lay completely secure and comfortable against your thighs. He unlaced his hands on his chest, opting to have them fall to his sides to relax himself against your ministrations further.

“Is this okay, Zoro?” your voice asked him in a hushed tone, attempting to not disturb him from his peaceful recline.

“Yeah,” he hummed in response, his lips parting as his eyes floated shut once more to truly enjoy your touch. You snuck a glance to his shut eyelids, noticing how relaxed he was becoming behind his eyes.

You began raking the gua-sha stone against his cheekbones to fall up to his temples and down the frame of his face. Repeating this action several more times, you switched to the other side, tilting his neck with your thumb and forefingers to get a more desired angle as your eyes gazed half-lidded against his face. As Zoro released a small sigh in pleasure, you found yourself also sighing through empathetic joy at him fully relaxing beneath your ministrations.

Laying the stone flat against the centre of his brow, you drew it outwards to his temple and down the side of his face to his pulse. His breath hitched as he felt you pinch his jaw with your thumb firmly, relishing the feeling of you taking control of his body. You halted your movement, noticing his small sharp inhale of breath beneath your hands and flinching yourself away in response.

“Are you okay, did I pinch you a bit too hard?” you asked him, placing the stone down beside your chair in favour of using both of your hands to reassure him with your touch.

His eyes flittered open to meet with yours, his pupils blown as his gaze rapidly floated in indecision of focus between your eyes. His gaze retreated to fall against your lips from your position above him as he rose his left hand upwards to lace within your hair at the back of your head; levering your stoop to lower your face to fall closer in proximity to his own.

You shrieked in surprise as he met your lips with his own, your noses falling to one another’s chins in this sudden passionate embrace. His lips lazily commanded your own to open to receive his tongue, playfully dancing with your own as soon as you succumbed to his unspoken request. Sharply inhaling through your nose; you laced your fingers against Zoro’s outer jugular, feeling the pulse located beneath your fingertips as you tilted your head to deepen the unrestrained kiss further.

Zoro groaned against your lips, arching his other arm upwards to fall it behind you. His hands grazed your jaw before roughly tugging your hair to hold you firmly within his strong grip, rotating his chin against your nose to deepen the kiss further. You spread your hands downwards to fall on his broad chest, fingertips toying at the collar of his shirt to tease his skin beneath it.

Your hair fell slightly to frame the two of you in the intimate embrace, Zoro smiling against your lips as he felt the small strands dance against his cheeks. You tilted your head to the side, beginning to feel the strain from this stooped position against your neck and attempting to alleviate the tension with the small position change to no avail.

“Zor-o,” you murmured against his lips, him groaning in response to you calling his name. He released your hair from his clutches, opting to slowly trail his fingers down your jaw before clasping your wrists within his wide fingertips. At the release of his hands from your head, you suddenly broke from the kiss and stiffly arched your back upwards and lulled your head backwards; unintentionally giving Zoro an unwithheld glance of your chest. His blush deepened against his cheeks as he watched your chest rise and fall with your sharp panted breaths before concaving down to look at him again with your posture falling.

As his eyes met with yours, he shifted in his position laying against your lap to fall onto his stomach before pushing up into a crawling position against the chairs.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered, his eyes franticly searching yours for reciprocation of affection, “I should’ve asked. Your hands just felt really nice on my face and I read a bit into it. I know it was something I asked for, but you just made me-.”

“-Zoro, relax,” you commanded him, his breath halting in his throat at your words. Your warm smile welcomed him alongside your half-lidded eyes, right hand reaching to thumb his cheek as your forefingers toyed with the shell of his ear. You smallest finger toyed briefly with his golden piercing before ushering him once more to return his lips against your own.

As your lips met for a second time in a more comfortable position, you sighed in contentment as he relaxed into your embrace. His palms fell to your hips as you cradled his cheek within your right hand, your tongue darting out to deepen the open kiss further. He lunged his chest further forward into you from his hunched position beside you, before effortlessly lifting your body from its seated position to sit atop his lap reclined in the bench he was laying atop moments prior. A small squeak of surprise fled from your lips as your thighs and knees straddled his thighs, your hips being held firmly in place beneath the firm grip of the swordsman.

His lazy kisses against your lips began to fall to the outer corner of your lips and trail down to your jaw; only to completely halt as you pushed on his pectorals firmly to break from his flurry of kisses. His eyes widened in concern before widening further in surprise as you trailed a relentless attack of small kisses against his throat and neck. His Adams-apple bobbed in response, his jaw falling slack as your hands travelled slowly from his chest upwards to cradle the scruff of his neck; drawing his head to lull back to reveal more of his neck to you. Your teeth began to playfully bite and nip at his exposed neck, soothed by your tongue and lips swirling against the infliction.

Zoro growled at your rough kiss, nudging you with his chin to draw your eyes again to meet; his forehead pressing against your own. Your eyes met with his lips as he drew it into a soft and bashful smile. Your eyes fluttered at the expression, heart soaring in adoration at the revelation of his softer side breaking through his coarse exterior. He was sunshine at last; his commanding aura faltering to warmly welcome you within its realm. Heart racing, eyes darting and breath hitching; you made to bring your lips against his once more, halting only in apprehension to your next thought.

“Zoro?” you asked him, your breathy vocals blowing against his lips in desire.

“Yeah?” he replied with his own question, his breath matching your own in the dance between your bodies.

Your mind searched for the most appropriate way to phrase your next sentence, remaining with your forehead pressed against the swordsman’s. Your mind raced with all of the different ways of phrasing your intentions, attempting to find a small bridge between confessing your undying love for him and attempting to remain aloof in expression.

Sensing your unease, Zoro broke his forehead away in its proximity, his left hand rising from your right hip to thumb your chin with his index finger cradling your jaw. He sighed roughly, his eyes falling serious with his lips parted.

“I like you, okay,” he admitted in a small frowned growl. Your eyes widened as he stole the words you were searching for before you could ready yourself to articulate it.

“W-What do you-,” you began, your words halted by a chaste kiss pressed firmly against your lips before retracting as hastily as it was presented.

“-Shh, no talking,” he ordered you, eyes darting to focus on the both of yours, “let me finish.”

You immediately felt your posture again change at his commanding presence. Although you were situated in a dominant position atop him straddling his lap, Zoro remained as forever the first mate; completely in control.

“I like you,” he admitted again with a nod, retracting his thumb and fingers from your face, “I have for a while now.”

Nodding along silently to indicate understanding, your brows extended upwards in the centre of your forehead in sorrowful question.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he frowned at you, looking away from your face.

“Like what?” you asked him in a small whisper, your face angling to the side to retrieve his gaze to no avail.

“Like I’m some wounded dog,” he growled, his teeth baring in a small snarl, “if you don’t like me back, that’s fine. I don’t care-.”

“-Zoro, shut up,” you ordered him, prompting him to turn back to face you, his body rising upwards with his torso brought flush against your own as his face fell closer in proximity.

You giggled at his intensity, prompting confusion to rise against his brows.

“I’m literally sitting on your lap,” you informed him, looking down to your position against his body. He trailed his eyes down, focussing on where your pelvises met atop one another’s before drawing his eyes back up to your own.

“Yeah, so?” he shrugged, “I was the one that put you there. If you don’t like me back, it’s fine-.”

“-Zoro, shut up,” you ordered him again, pressing a small kiss on his left cheekbone before falling your forehead back to meet with his own. Your eyes fell shut as you both breathed in each other’s air, bodies relaxing as your hearts began to fall within a similar beat and rhythm.

You drew your right hand to sit on his chest, grasping his right hand within your left hand and drawing it up to fall against your own chest. Both of your cheeks began to flush, the new giddy feeling of mutual adoration rising within you both as your hearts thumped loudly against one another’s open palms.

“Feel that?” you asked him with a whisper. He nodded in response with a small hum, his eyes shutting with his brows furrowing in the centre of his face.

“It wouldn’t beat that fast if I didn’t return your affections,” you confessed, prompting the swordsman’s eyes to reopen to meet with your own, “nor would I still be sat on your lap if I didn’t love you.”

His breath hitched in his throat; the lilt of your spoken ‘love’ circling in his brain as he began to overthink and fixate on the word. His face began to harden in thought, a whirlpool of questions, statements and hyper-fixation beginning its dancing cyclone behind his frown.

“There you go again overthinking,” you pointed out, your index finger reaching down to playfully flick his chin, “now I’m going to have to start all over again.”

[pinkslashersimp]

What do you think yandare Hannibal would do if reader snuck out the window and went into the woods just to chill by the lake/creek and find shiny rocks

I LOVE YOUR WRITING IEHHHEBEBFIDKDKE

THANK UUUU😭💗💗💗

i see you’ve asked for nbc hannibal in ur other message so i’ll do just him<3 thank u for specifying:)

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, false imprisonment, reader is GN, implied kidnapping, barely proof read tbf

if any of this triggers u pls scroll past and stay safe🤍

NBC Hannibal x His GN!Reader who sneaks out🌷💗

Haha. You’re bold if you think you can make it out for over an hour at best.

Ever since Hannibal took you, both the front and back door have had multiple locks installed, which are checked by him every morning, noon, before he goes to work, and night before you both go to bed.

Even the windows have been sealed shut and there are cameras in each corner of the house. Face it, you’re stuck like a mouse in a trap.

Especially since you now know of his eating habits

Still, somehow you’ve managed to jimmy open a window after weeks of slyly breaking apart the sealing on it (you sneaky fuck), and successfully snuck out at night making minimal noise, avoiding waking Hannibal in his slumber.

Still, somehow you’ve managed to jimmy open a window after weeks of slyly breaking apart the sealing on it (you sneaky fuck), and successfully snuck out at night making minimal noise, avoiding waking Hannibal in his slumber.

You’re given an hour head start this time, since Hannibal is sound asleep and you didn’t knock anything over when half hazardously jumping out the house

When he wakes up, though?

Oh, hes pissed.

Angry, worried, confused. All these emotions stir around inside him as he checks the cameras in hopes you’ve simply left bed momentarily for a glass of water or something.

Which is when he spies the open window. And the timeframe of you leaving.

An entire hour ago.

He sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose out of stress. Disappointment for both you and himself circling around him

Hannibal doesn’t waste any time getting changed, instead heading in the direction you left in, in his sleepwear and black dressing gown

Meanwhile, you’ve already seated yourself on a bench facing a peaceful, serene lake, which spreads greatly throughout a large portion of the area, lit brightly by the moon which sits comfortably above the distant edge of the water

Life is great

Life is peaceful

Life is quiet and stress free, away from Hannibal’s animalistic, obsessive clutches.

Until he finds you. 15 minutes later. The crunch of leaves under his feet startles you away from your tranquil meditation session, turning to face him with a look of horror

Your apologies and please go straight through him, ignoring your explanation for whatever the Hell you thought you were pulling tonight by leaving like that.

Hannibal grabs your arm and lifts you straight up, putting you in front of him and firmly pushing you back in the direction of the house

“Back home. Now.”

The minute you’re inside his home again he sits you down and lectures you for what feels like hours. Expressing his anger, disappointment, and worry, in the most collected way he’s able to given his current emotions

And congratulations! Unfortunately this little stunt has stripped you of all freedom entirely, almost every second of the day is spent besides Hannibal (apart from when he has to leave for work, then it’s spent locked in a single room)

Let’s hope that hour and 15 minutes were worth it

(at least you got to keep the little rocks)

[profilerhotch]

For the Marchhotchness writing challenge by @hotchfiles

Word Count- 1k

This hasn’t been proof read and I’m not really sure it fits the prompt tbh

Gender neutral reader

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12. [PROMPT] Dinner Party Stories

After moving out of state Aaron thought he would be able to avoid the yearly family reunions, and he had always worked or was able to justify the excess travel time to his mother, until this year. It had been ten years since he had attended one when his mother called with the invitation, fully prepared to give another excuse,his mother carried on talking as if she had already received an answer.

‘Aaron, don’t you think it is time you propose to Haley, the reunion would be the perfect time to rebuild those bridges. You’re fathers partners are willing to offer you his previous position at the firm—’

Aaron hadn’t been with Haley since he joined the FBI 4 years ago, unable to come to an agreement on the future of his career and he hadn’t seen her in 2 years. His mother knew this and had known this since a month after it happened. Haleys parents had made sure everyone knew that Aaron was to blame, unable to compromise and become a politician, not wanting to keep providing for the life their daughter needed. Aaron had never said a bad word against Haley simply wished her well and moved on with his life, there were a few people who called to berate him, telling him he was throwing away a respectable future, but Aaron politely explained it was never his goal to go into politics and that he wanted Haley to be happy in life.

He needed to shut this down before his mother took his silence as an acceptance

‘Mother, Haley and I have not had a relationship for four years. I know you were upset when things ended but I will not be marrying her. As I said when you asked me last year, I am not going to leave the FBI to move back and work for fathers company. I understand this is hard for you to accept however it is my life I have moved on and I am very happy with what I am doing’

His mother was not a person used to being told no.

‘Aaron stop being ridiculous, I have spent a lot of time sorting out this nonsense with the Brooks’, you will come home and do what is right.’ With that she hung up the phone, leaving Aaron to drop his head and groan.

—

Unlocking the door, you walked into a quiet home, not unusual but Aaron’s briefcase was on the bench by the door and you assumed if you looked in the cupboard his coat would be hung up too. Taking off your shoes, you wandered through the rooms before coming to a stop outside Aaron’s office.

‘Hey love, is everything okay?’ Not having heard you come home Aaron stiffens when you speak, slowly letting out a breath as he turns in his chair to face you.

‘Hey, yeah sorry my mother called again and I must have lost track of time’ he stretched a hand out towards you before pulling you onto his lap.

‘Has something happened?’ You see his face fall and his brow start to furrow, unconsciously your thumb moves to soothe his frown before both hands cup his face. He looks so defeated when he looks up at you, you press a kiss to his nose knowing it will make him smile. It does

‘Love you—’ he closes his eyes an huffs a deep sigh ‘she phoned again about the reunion’ he paused and you nodded, wanting him to continue

‘She told me to come home and do what is right. She has apparently decided that at this dinner party I will be proposing to Haley, quitting my job and working for my fathers company. It’s all been arranged.’ Dejected he drops his head into your shoulder and you run your hands through his hair at the base of his neck.

You don’t really know what to say to that, you’ve never met the Hotchner matriarch but you had spoken to her on the few occasions you had been around when she called. She knew who you were, knew that you had been with Aaron for nearly three years.

‘I never thought she would do something like this, she has always been callous and controlling, but I never thought she would go this far. When we spoke last month she never mentioned any of this.’

‘How do you want to handle this?’ You question once it’s clear he isn’t going to say more, he uncharacteristically shrugs, face lifting from your shoulder

‘Everything she wants me to do is out of the question, I love you and I’m not giving up the career I have worked so hard for. There's a part of me that just wants to show up, with you on my arm to show them how happy I am, how proud I am to be your boyfriend. But I don’t want to put you through what is bound to be an awkward dinner. I know if I don’t go this will just get worse.’

‘Alright, here’s what we’re going to do, tomorrow we will let your mother know we are coming, we have a long weekend off so we will head to the fancy dinner on the Friday, be so smiley and happily in love that there is no chance your mother will bring up the engagement, she wouldn’t want to cause herself the embarrassment of having to explain. I will be sweet as pie to Haley, sing your praise about your job. We'll eat the super fancy food and then we will find somewhere to hide out for the rest of the weekend.’

Aaron chuckled, ‘Are you sure honey?’

‘Of course’ you press a soft kiss to his forehead before climbing off his lap, holding out your hand

‘Come on let’s put this to rest for the night, I’ll call for some pizza, you get the blankets and we’ll meet on the sofa in five’ smiling he kissed you

‘Love you, sweetheart’

‘Love you too Aaron’

[spydergaz]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ not a lot, just forever.

🍂📀🍁

word count : 654

cw: fluff, no actual pronouns used, peter is awkward as hell, idk your vibe, but it’s a good one, peter is a cranberries fan.

a/n: i haven’t properly written something in forever :/ but i’m trying i swear lol. i was also listening to Adrianne Lenker while writing this so that may have influenced this a bit.

the leaves crunch under your converses as you walk, your arms swinging loosely by your sides as you wave your hands in the breeze. you’re walking across campus to your next class, a routine you've grown fond of due to the simplicity of it all. you consider yourself a simple person, you enjoy small things like rocks and the sound of the river that flows under the bridge of your campus.

you’re also noticeably quiet, so much so that your teachers have stopped trying to get you to participate in group discussions. you don’t mind though, you’re content being by yourself.

and so is peter. he’s just as quiet as you, he always has headphones on. you can faintly hear his music, you like the fact that he likes the cranberries, you do too. but he tends to sit away from you, he doesn’t hate you, how could he? the way you skip around campus, the way you collect and paint rocks, the way you sit by the river, the way you’re so freely yourself.

his crush on you is something you’re oblivious too, and he’s too scared to even look at you. he’s read so many books on nature related topics that he might turn into a walking weed, he’s replayed a conversation with you in his head so much he could write a script about it. he wants to ask you to get coffee, he’s seen you sip coffee once or twice, maybe he’ll ask you to see a movie?

he knows you like superheroes, he sees the superman pin on your tote bag. but talking to you seems like his kryptonite, like he’ll die if he tries.

but today he’ll try, he’ll try and push past that fear and talk to you.

~

it’s the afternoon, you’re sitting on a bench and quietly sketching the trees in front of you. your foot lightly tapping on the grass to your music that plays softly in your headphones.

he feels like he’s being creepy, holding flowers for a person who doesn’t even know him. but he sighs and walks up to you, cringing at himself as he taps your shoulder.

“hi uhm, i’m not trying to be creepy but-“ he’s cut off by your eyes peering into his, he feels so small when you look at him with those pretty eyes.

“are those flowers?”

“for you.”

“me..?” you smile as he hands them to you, they’re some sunflowers, they’re fake, but the gesture is nice anyways. “the real ones are super expensive and uh-“

you shake your head and look up at him again. “i get it, it’s okay.” he nervously laughs, mindlessly fidgeting with his fingers.

“could i ask your name?” you reply with your name and he smiles, smiles that you trust him enough already for that. “i’m peter parker, i promise i’m a lot more composed usually.”

you laugh at the self deprecating joke.

“i’ve seen you in class.”

“well i don’t tend to turn invisible, i’ve seen you too. which is why i’m giving you flowers.”

you smile, you appreciate how nice he is and how awkward he is too. “i was- am asking you out by the way, if you’re… interested?” you nod, laughing a bit.

“well don’t laugh at me, i’m trying!” his voice is mockingly whiny as he laughs with you. “but you’re like.. okay with going on a date?” you nod again, stifling your laughter for his sake.

“how does a cafe sound?”

“i like the sound of that, I’m always in a mood for coffee.”

“when do you… wanna go?”

“tomorrow? after class?”

“holy shi- uh- yeah that’s okay.” and with that he stands there awkwardly before clearing his throat and nodding, sighing of relief. “yeah i’ll see you tomorrow! uh, i’ve gotta bounce.” you nod in response and wave him goodbye as he runs off, you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

© spydergaz.tumblr please don't claim my work as your own, copy it, or put it on different websites without my consent. Translations are welcome if you do not post them. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

[yourejinx]

Undeniable Bonds

Azriel x F. Reader

Warnings: angst, as per usual. SPOILERS for other SJM series. Mentions of blood, descriptions of injuries, mentions of death, feelings. Not proof read.

Author’s note: Merry Christmas everyone! It took me MONTHS but is finally here, hope you like it. Sorry for making you wait for so long, life has been nothing short of chaotic. I'd like to thank @crazylokonugget , I read your comment. It was the rush of inspiration I needed to get back into writing 🫶🏻

CHAPTER SIX 

The moon was shining big and bright above the night sky in the city, there was music being played by the river despite the chilling winds of the winter and laughter filled the air around The Rainbow. It all seemed so livid, so peaceful and merry in contrast with the emotional turmoil brewing in your insides. 

You were feeling everything at once, every single thing you had tried to keep concealed for centuries now was ready to combust. You felt confused, and angry, resentful, wary…and underneath it all naively hopeful. It would be a lie to say you had successfully gotten rid of your feelings towards Azriel, if anything all the awful things you've done to each other hurted all the more because of that. He was a friend once, and a good one. Gentle, caring, protective, used to actually enjoy the other's presence, go on walks during the nights when the world felt too heavy, just silently supporting each other. Shared laughs at stupid jokes played at Cass and Rhys, sneaking around while in other courts just for the fun of it, knowing no one would ever find you. You were a team. Until one day you weren’t, he just decided it wasn’t worthy and that was it.  

How were you supposed to open up to this person, when he hadn’t even seen the worst in you and deemed you unworthy? How could you ever trust him again? Yet, here you were, walking side by side next to the Sidra like the old times. You could punch yourself in the face just for considering this, every anxious trait screamed at you to leave, you didn’t owe him a single thing, didn’t have to explain anything. So why did you keep walking alongside him? 

“So…uhm,” He started, nervously scratching at his nape. Trying. He was trying to be open, didn’t hold up that mask of coldness to conceal his emotions, not once. “You and Lucien..?”

“None of your business.” you snapped out of instinct. 

He avoided looking directly at you, focusing on some distant light across the bridge. 

You let out a deep breath, this wasn’t going to work. 

“Just talk to him.” Amren’s voice rang in your head. Try. You had to try, you didn’t have to let him know much just…let the conversation flow, right?

“It was a long time ago, even before Amarantha..” you started, casting a sidelong glance at him.

He turned to you, features soft under the moonlight. Gods, he was unfairly beautiful when he wasn’t an ass. You fixed your sight on the river, if only to keep on track. “Nothing really happened, we were young and drunk at one of Tamlin’s masquerades, we made out and that was it.” 

He nodded slowly and cleared his throat, “And now?”

“Is this what you really want to talk about? He’s my friend, not that I owe you any explanation. Or is this your way to ask if Elain is available now?”

You couldn’t help it, the audacity of this male prying into your private life as if he hadn’t been lusting after Lucien’s mate of all people. Hypocrite doesn’t begin to cut it. 

“I don’t care about Elain, I care about you.” 

You wanted to laugh. “Since when? If I recall correctly you despised me until a week ago, you were either insulting me or just blatantly ignoring me in favor of her, or anyone else really. Then all goes to hell and suddenly I’m worth living for?!” 

He grimaced, “You– you remember that?”

You sighed tiredly and sat down on a bench overlooking the Sidra. “Yes, I remember. I just…I don’t understand you.” 

Azriel just stood there beside you, shifting his weight uncomfortably, not being quite sure what to do.  When he didn’t move or say anything you continued, “I want to believe you,” you swallowed around a lump “but do you hear how it sounds? After all we’ve been through. I trusted you and you threw that in my face, how do you expect me to believe that you care about me?” 

This wasn’t going as he was hoping for, but at least it was something. You were speaking to him more than two sentences, which was a lot more than he deserved to be honest. You could yell at him, curse him, punch him in the face if you wished and he would take it. No complaints. Anything if it meant you’d show him how you truly felt, he wasn’t sure he could endure your silence again, knowing how much he had hurt you. He needed you to let it all out, so he could do something to fix it. 

“I don’t expect you to believe me right away, of course not. I know that I have to earn your forgiveness and one day if I’m one lucky bastard I might earn your trust back once more. But I also know that even when I try to make things right you may not forgive me at all, and I’ll accept that too. Honestly? I just want to know how you feel with all that has happened. The only thing that matters now is you.”

You let out a shaky breath, turning away from him. “I don't know what I'm supposed to feel, everything is a mess.” 

He moved then, crouching in front of you and grasping both your hands on his own, making you look at him. The earnest way he was looking at you, the desperate feeling swimming in his eyes that traveled all the way through the bond. It made you gasp, with all that’s been going on you forgot to put a shield up. Now you could feel him, all of him, which meant  he could feel you. 

“I have no damn right to demand such mercy from you, but if for a single moment you find in your heart a spec of doubt, a small sign of will to forgive this coward for wronging you so unfairly, I just want you to know how sorry I am, for everything. I regret it all, I wish I could take it all back. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, until the day I part from this earth I will fight for you.” 

You were quite sure your bottom lip was trembling as much as his hands were, trying miserably to contain the unwelcomed tears pooling in your eyes. Those were such nice words, the silly part of you that always longed for his recognition wanted so desperately to believe, but there were still too many unresolved things, too many questions still running frantically through your head. And one recurrent thought…

“Did I really have to die for you to notice?”  Your words hung heavy in the air, with a mix of accusation and vulnerability.

Azriel, gaze intense and haunted, looked as if you had just punched a hole through his chest. In that moment, the shadows that bound him seemed to soften, and he confessed the truth that had long eluded you both. It wasn't the brush with death that made him take notice; it was the fear of losing you that shattered the carefully constructed barriers around his heart.

"No, it's not about noticing, it's about realizing what it means to lose you," he admitted, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. Azriel's jaw tightened, a small sign that betrayed the internal struggle within him. "It's not so simple. The thought of a world without your laughter, your presence....Losing you was the worst of my nightmares coming true. I've always cared, but I let my past dictate my actions, and I was cruel to you because I couldn't bear the thought of history repeating itself. But I was wrong, and I almost lost you because of it."

“What do you mean?”

You had unconsciously leaned in closer to him and he swallowed audibly at the intensity in your eyes —obsidian black that sometimes showed swirls of violet and blue. Like lightning striking the midnight sky. They were a rare sight, a beautiful one, he knew that only happened when you felt too much. The telltale sign of the emotions you were so desperately trying to hold back from reaching him.  

“I will tell you everything you want to know, in time. I will lay my heart down for you to step on if you wish. But I believe that is a conversation on its own, I wish to explain everything to you and I don’t think I can do it tonight.” He looked almost pleading. “There’s nothing that can excuse the way I treated you, I’ve been a coward, and an asshole and you have every damn right to be angry with me, to hate me. That much I understand. I just hope you’d be willing to listen when the time’s right.” 

You supposed it was fair. It still made you uneasy and you pulled back a little, ignoring the hurt that flashed through his eyes. Given how strained your relationship was, you guessed it was normal he was still doubtful about sharing too much too soon. You weren’t that willing to particularly share much of yourself yet, if ever. 

Gods, you wished you could rage about everything that has happened, and hated the way his words had soothe an ache in your heart you were making an effort not to acknowledge. 

Time. It would take time to heal, and trust, and effort on both sides to make this work. Whatever this white flag he had weaved tonight meant. You knew it was the right call to make, for the sake of everyone, to try and make amends. That didn’t mean it was going to be easy, some things were too deeply engraved in your heart to let go. 

Did it make you a weak, spineless female to want to give in to him? What was the cost of it? 

“Alright,” you muttered, standing to your feet, Azriel followed you. “If I agree to do this, I’ll need you to be patient. I’m not ready yet to let you in, I still have my doubts about this. I think you understand why. But I want to try to be friends again, that’s as much as I can offer you right now.” 

Friends. That was a lot more than he had dared to ask for, even if in his heart he desired more. It wasn’t about him, nor his desires, it was about you and giving you what you need. So if what you needed from him was friendship, he’ll take it. Make the most of it. 

Azriel nodded, something sparkling to life in his eyes that wasn’t there before. The bond thrummed quietly with emotion. Hope. 

“One step at a time?” you offered, extending your hand to him. 

“One step at a time.” He repeated, taking your hand. 

It was awkward but welcomed, the feeling of something settling within your chest. The mating bond had been neglected for so long that the weight of it felt weird now, as if a missing limb had been spoken into existence. Azriel seemed to notice too, absentmindedly reaching his hand up to rub at his chest. 

You tried not to shudder when he gently tugged at it and opened your mouth to suggest keeping the ends closed for the time being. Unless until you were more comfortable with each other. It was way too intimate and overwhelming otherwise, and that you were not ready for yet. 

“Maybe we should–” you stopped as you felt something warm and thick dripping to your lips. Pressing two fingers to the spot and watching them stained red. Blood. 

Azriel quickly caught up to the movement, body stilling in alert.

“What's wrong?” he asked, stepping closer. 

“I don't know,” A strong pang shot too fast to your head making you gasp and causing you to fall forwards. Azriel’s arms instantly wrapped around your shoulders, holding you to him. His shadows were in a frenzy, surrounding you both while he inspected your face for any signs of injury. 

“Y/N? Talk to me, where does it hurt?” He sounded agitated. 

You could hear Azriel’s voice being muffled and muffled by the second, could feel his warmth and the firm press of his body against yours, but everything was quickly becoming a blurry image. Like some distant dream everything started to fade from sight, the whole scenery changing, twisting and re-adapting. 

Velaris had been replaced for a cold, dark room, the air thick and musty. The sound of crashing waves filling the otherwise silent space. Rusty chains hung wicked and ancient from the stone walls, an iron coffin sitting vacant across from you, open and expectantly waiting for its occupier. You couldn’t move a single muscle, only stare through eyes that were not yours, scent with a foreign nose, the smell of fear, and blood, and immense sadness. 

You blinked twice — or rather this…person whose mind seemed blending with yours did— and gazed down to gauntlet-covered hands. Iron, yet again. There was a slight tremble to this other body, a female’s body, from pain so deep from within her guts and the fire blazing underneath, it rose and rose and rose, flaring until it was pushed down and forced to remain still.

She looked up again, to the lone white wolf lying a few feet away, already watching her. The animal tilted his head to the side as if in contemplation and blinked three times. 

“Are you okay?”

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Sound was the first thing to return to you, hurried, hissing voices coming from somewhere around you. 

“I swear on the Cauldron I'll have their heads on spikes as ornamentations for your throne.”  A low, deep growl laced with intent. You recognized Azriel’s baritone voice from beside you. 

Violet and blue-ish gray greeted you when you finally opened your eyes, immediately recognizing the Town’s House living room.

What in hell had that been? It occurred to you that you had dreamed about her before, the female, recognized the same lemon verbena and crackling embers scent from previous dreams, although never catching a full look at her. Who was she? Was she in danger? Was this a warning? 

Frowning you propped up to your elbows to sit, back resting against the couch’s armrest. Feyre gave you a soft smile, sitting down next to your legs. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked, worry staining her features. 

“I'm fine, just a little dizzy.” You craned your neck back to look at the male standing behind the couch, one of his shadows slipping away to caress your cheek before returning to his master. “What happened?” 

Azriel's honey gaze settled upon you, shoulders sagging a bit from relief at the sight of you awake. “You were unconscious for a few minutes, I flew us back here and called Rhys. I didn't know what to do. Are you sure you're ok?” 

“Yeah, I'm alright. Thank you.” You tried to smile softly but barely managed to slightly lift the corners of your mouth. He nodded, unconvinced. After a moment to cringe, you added, “Whose head are we having on spikes?” 

Silence. 

Rhys cleared his throat. “Your brother’s and Damien’s.” Suddenly the room’s temperature dropped. Feyre shifted uncomfortably in her place. We hadn’t openly discussed the situation yet. “If this is a side effect of whatever they did to you, we need to find the–” 

“It 's not.” you interrupted him. 

It wasn't like you didn't want to find them and finish what had started two centuries ago. But it was your fight, you didn't wish to trouble your family with it. Didn't want Rhys particularly involved out of anyone, he was the reason they came back. Albeit unbeknownst to him. They still lusted after his crown, his throne, they wanted vengeance. Your blood as well as his. 

Azriel stared at you, contemplative. You could sense he wanted to ask more but was debating whether it was pushing a boundary or not. It was all new to the two of you, too fresh to know what was appropriate. 

Fidgeting with your entwined fingers on your lap, you decided to offer some truth. Even if they didn't believe you, even if it sounded crazy. 

“This has happened to me my whole life. It doesn't always knock me unconscious, most of the time it's just dreams.” 

Rhys frowned but it was Azriel who asked, “What sort of dreams are those?” 

“I can't fully explain because most of the time I don't understand them. But it is almost like my mind goes somewhere else, like I share one consciousness with another. A female. Though I haven’t figured that out until tonight. I've seen scraps of her mind, and the places She's been, but I don't know her face.” 

You could practically see the engines in Feyre’s mind working.  She had stayed silent for most of the interaction, paying careful attention to each word. 

“And what happened in this…dream? What did you see?” asked Rhys this time. 

“Not much, she seemed to be in some sort of mausoleum? It was barely lit, few candles here and there. It had to be some isolated place next to the sea, I could hear waves crashing against rock. The air was thick and musty. There was a wolf with her.” 

“Do you think it is possible you're dreaming about someone in the Summer Court?” Azriel caught your attention once more. 

“I don't know, could be. But it feels off. There were chains on the walls…and an iron coffin. But she was alive, I think. Maybe she’s a prisoner?” You turned to Feyre then. “You’ve been there when stealing the Book of Breathings, does this sound familiar? Some place you may have seen?” 

She shook her head. “No it doesn't. That doesn't mean it does not exist, I didn't get to see much of the Summer Court. But why would Tarquin keep an iron coffin?” 

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I don't know, it doesn't make sense. Why would I be dreaming of a female in the Summer Court? How do I relate to that?” 

“What if they're not dreams, per say, but visions? Like Elain's…” she pursed her lips, deep in thought. 

Azriel tensed beside me, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. I hadn't seen Elain around that much after Solstice night, coming to think of it. Does he think it's my fault? 

“Hadn't thought of it that way. Honestly, I read too much, since I was a kid. I was convinced my mind made it all up until it started to happen during day time. But either way, I don't think this is the case. I mean, nothing that I dreamt of has happened, and if it did, it didn't involve any of us. So we have no way of knowing about it.” 

“It still bugs me. There has to be some explanation to it. It clearly affects you, I don't believe it's normal that these dreams cause you nosebleeds and make you pass out. What if it gets worse?” Rhys pointed out. 

“Beats me. I know as much as you do.” 

“We’ll have to look into it. Whatever this is, and whoever that person may be. Is there something else you remember?” Azriel's brows were pulled together tightly, but his eyes were gentle when he settled them upon me. 

“I just…one time I recall feeling her, here in Velaris. I — she— saw you two.” You pointed to your high lord and lady. Rhys stilled. “But it was like she was falling from the sky, or rather falling through. You were pregnant with little Nyx.” You told Feyre and turned your head to look at Azriel. “I don't remember much about it. I must have passed out, you found me in the hallway shortly after.” 

Azriel gave a tense nod. “I remember you lying face down on the top of the stairs, your books thrown all over the place. Your nose wasn't bleeding though, I thought you were drunk.” he said apologetically.  

I shrugged. “You didn't know, and I couldn't explain either.” 

“If this is a person that's been here without us knowing, then we must start to investigate immediately.” Rhys cut in. 

“But where do we start?” I asked. 

“I'll see if the wards of Velaris had been tampered with, for starters. Maybe we can find some imprint of magic. In the meantime I’d say you learn about bonds and connections, how they work, check your mental shields. If you have access to her mind then there's a possibility she has access to yours, there has to be a link somewhere.” 

“Alright, I'll start to look into it right away. There has to be something in the library about mental connections.” 

“You should rest now.” Azriel placed a hand on my shoulder. “I'll help with the research tomorrow. We can go to the library after training the Valkyries. If that's okay with you.” 

You nodded and relaxed a little. Ignoring the warmth that his touch had spread across your back. 

“Yeah, it's fine. Tomorrow then.” 

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[killuagirly]

Ello again! I hope these asks help get your page more attention! It deserves it 100%a

I'd love to see Ciel, Finny, Joker, Dagger and possibly Alois (if you write for him) searching for their girlfriend only to find her passed out reading a book(glasses askew would be much appreciated) and his reaction to finding her like that.

Once again please and thank you!

Ciel, Finnian, Alois, Joker, & Dagger[Separate] x F!Reader

Summary: How would your boyfriend react in the situation of finding you fast asleep over a book, your glasses hanging slightly off your face after searching for you?

A/N: I wasn't originally going to write for Alois until I got a something for him out myself, but since you're so sweet I added him in anyways. [I'm starting to routinely check my askbox in the morning to see if you requested anything yet, it's kind of nice??]

CW: Nothin', just pure fluff<33

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Ciel

☆ Ciel had been wandering about the property in search of you for some time now, contemplating where you could have possibly run off to. It was almost time for bed, and seeking out your company, he decided to go look himself rather than have Sebastian summon you back inside. A decision he was now regretting in the lack of your presence.

☆ Mumbling to himself, he stopped in his tracks upon finding you sound laying on a bench in the garden, sound asleep. Underneath your sprawled out hair, was a book he had gifted you recently. A smile that was not often seen made its way to his lips and he bent down to kiss your cheek, sitting in front of your sleeping figure. There was still some time before bed to enjoy this moment.

Finnian

☆ "[Name], where 're you...." Finny spoke aloud to himself, having been look for you for about an hour now. The sun was setting, and he simply wished to spend some time with you before settling into bed for the night. He wandered every turn he could through the Manor's garden in search of you, pondering where on earth you could have disappeared to.

☆ Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted your relaxed figure beneath a tree with your glasses half falling off the bridge of your nose and a book in hand. Smiling to himself he quietly made his way over to you, before carefully taking your book and glasses. Using his free hand, he swooped you up making sure not to wake you in the process.

Alois

☆ "Darling, where 're you!?" Alois called out for you in the halls for the umpteenth time now, "[Name]!!" At first, he thought you may be playing a silly little trick on him, but it's been long enough now that he was starting to get worried something might have happened to you. He searched a couple of the usually vacant rooms from top to bottom, even checking the most ridiculous of places.

☆ Eventually his feet came to a stop at the sight laid out before him, his gorgeous lover sitting at the table in the dining room with her head laid on the book open in front of her. He watched your eyelids fluttering slightly, indicating you were dreaming. Alois took it upon himself to bend down and take your glasses off, lifting your hair to the side to press a kiss to your forehead.

Joker

☆ After tonight show Joker had a quick chat with some of the other members during which you seemed to have completely vanished. Now, at least an hour later, your boyfriend was still searching for your whereabouts around the circus. He'd checked your tent and asked anybody if they'd seen where you'd gone off too, but they all gave him the same response of not had having seen you.

☆ Joker decided he would change into something more comfortable before continuing to look for you, but when entering his tent, he found just the one he was looking for. You were probably waiting for him to come back and fell asleep on his mattress with an open book still in your hand. He smiled at the sight of you and decided to enjoy it for a moment longer before having to wake you for dinner.

Dagger

☆ Dagger had been busy helping out practicing with some of the newcomers for a short while, and once he decided they could go on their own, you were nowhere in sight. Weren't you just with him? It had been a while, but not that long. He took to looking for you, thinking you might be hanging around somewhere since you weren't in the practice tent.

☆ Sooner than later, he came to finding you in a field nearby the circus with your head laying on a book you had been reading prior to falling into your dreamland. Your glasses had fallen to the side on their own, given your position. Dagger chuckled softly wondering if you hadn't gotten enough sleep to fall asleep in broad daylight like this. He laid next to you, draping his arm over your torso and snuggled up.

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Masterlist

[cq-studios]

Do you have any screenshots of your favorite details from KHUX?

HAHAHAHAHA, yeah I do

Gonna just drop a read more here 'cause if y'all know me at all you know this post is probably gonna be 10KM long lol

So, I'm gonna try to hold myself back a little because I literally have like 10 pages of notes about specifically stuff in the backgrounds and I doubt the internet will find my bench and lamppost count interesting. (Also image limit lol)

I'll list just 4 things for now (in no particular order) and talk about them a bit underneath.

NUMBER 1 || STREET SIGNS

So there are four street signs that we’ve seen in Daybreak Town. Two are in the Fountain Square (A and B), one is in the Marketplace (C), and one is in the Clocktower Outskirts map (D).

For B and D it’s pretty easy to figure out what the represent. B is a clock, probably representing the Clock Tower… or maybe the best place to see the Clocktower because it’s in Fountain Square. The overall shape of it is different from the rest of the signs so I imagine that means something. D is a gondola or canoe of some sort, which makes sense because it’s next to stairs that seemingly lead to the canal that runs through town. Maybe there’s a ferry system of some sort?

A and C I’m less sure about. The designs don’t really bring anything obvious to mind. Maybe C is Munny because it leads to the Marketplace? I’m not sure.

NUMBER 3 || DOOR UNDER FOUNTAIN SQUARE

See what makes this interesting to me isn’t just the fact that apparently Fountain Square is hollow underneath (maybe for pipe repairs or something, I don’t know) but just the general fact that a lot of structures in this town, that maybe shouldn’t be, are hollow.

If you look even some archways have windows, so there has to be an open space inside, right? Most of them seem at least connected to houses so I assume they’re basements or something. (The one by murder house gets me tho, like that’s right under the bridge. Who’s living right under the bridge)

And I also feel like this leads into the fact that, similarly but not as extreme as in Scala, Daybreak Town is kinda built on top of itself. Maybe that’s a symptom of being around so many (and possibly on) mountains but I still feel like it should be talked about more.

NUMBER 4 || LIGHTHOUSE INTERIOR MAP

There is so much to unpack here but I’ll try to keep it brief.

So I’m pretty sure this is one of, if not the oldest building in Daybreak Town. Two reasons.

1. Instead of having little wall lamps, like the rest of the town and buildings, all the light seems to come from mounted candles.

2. There are swords (A) on the walls and not Keyblades. Why would the Keyblade town not have Keyblades on its little shield emblem? Is it possibly because it was there before Keyblades?

This staircase here (B) is also the only known (not sewer drain) way into the waterways. It leads into the sewers then out to the little dock below the Lighthouse with the boat, hence the sign.

There’s these maps here (C) that I don’t really know what to say about, but is definitely worth pointing out. They’re all the same and I assume show the layout of the area surrounding the town (the darker parts being water). It could be a world map though (darker part being continents)… I don’t think we’ll ever really learn lol

And also I don’t know what this is (D) but I think it’s interesting that it has writing on it. It kinda gives me the vibe of those flat on the ground gravestones…

NUMBER 5 || BANNER

Daybreak Town actually has a flag it’s all over the place and you’ll start to see it everywhere if you look for it. They also kind of look like the banners in Radiant Garden. The colours and shape/mounting are the same but the designs on the flag itself (and mounting) is different.

I have no clue what that implies, if anything, but I figure it’s worth pointing out ‘cause it’s interesting.

[moonclade]

Hey! Doing good I hope?

I’ll make this request quick, I was thinking of a Percy x Melinoe!reader? Since her mother is known as a minor goddess of nightmares and ghosts, people are either afraid of her or doesn’t care about her that much. She even hangs out with ghosts more than people, but of course, dear ol’ Percy is curious of her and tries to befriend her? You know, a good strangers to lovers. Is this good? If not, just tell me so I can fix it!

note ― i'm so rusty when it comes to writing about pjo but i really hope i did well with this! (also sorry it took so long, i wasn't able to work on it for a week). i didn't want to make this like 20k words long, so i didn't really include the bridge from acquaintances to lovers

not proofread || lowercase intended & lots of use of the word "you"

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the sun smiles as it burns your skin, and you scowl as the blinding rays make it unbearable for you to even stare ahead. as usual, you were wandering around camp, attempting to find something to do.

you really didn't know why you bothered. considering the fact that you always reverted to your normal routine of finding a bench and reading. and if you were lucky enough to find a shaded and secluded spot, you might even have someone to talk to.

that someone being whatever spirit would bother entertaining you. obviously not any of the other demigods, as majority of them never tried befriending you or were simply scared of the fact you were the daughter of such a "dark" goddess. of course, a few of the other campers didn't mind your family and your abilities, such as nico di angelo. the two of you weren't close, but he always acknowledged you whenever you would lock eyes. he was definitely your favorite at camp.

you never understood why people were scarfed of you just because of your mom. it was laughable honestly, and it led you to have a slight resentment for everyone who actively avoided you. daughter of a goddess of nightmares and ghosts, being invisible and feared by everyone. very ironic.

being alone took a while to get used to, but you eventually made it work out, opting for the quiet whispers of the long-passed spirits. they never judged you, although a few definitely make fun of your isolation.

not finding any activity to do, you decided to read a book you were itching to finish instead of conversing with your little clique of ghosts. your eyes lit up as you found the perfect spot to sit, away from prying eyes and the harsh beams of sunlight.

making yourself comfortable, you found your marked page and started where you left off, ready to finally get this book out the way and start a new one.

suddenly, a blocky figure blocks the sparse amount of light you were using to read. you look up to see, surprisingly, percy jackson.

you were confused and a bit intrigued. you've never interacted with him, but you always admired him from afar. he was a role model to you, both socially and when it comes to slaying monsters.

you would never admit you studied him thoroughly, usually in the light of the campfire, watching as he would crack a joke and then burst into a grin and let out a hearty laugh.

you were definitely jealous of him. that's all.

"i've seen you around camp. (name), right?" he questioned.

a nod was all he received. you looked around for the inevitable group of campers laughing at this interaction, but you saw none. relaxing a little, you lock eyes with his striking sea-colored ones.

"i'm bad with words." you respond, shaking your head. you avert your gaze back to the book you were reading. a romance, and an undeniably cliche one at that.

you loved reading about things that weren't commonplace in your life, like fantasy, but especially romance. everyone was too scared of you for you to even imagine about having a relationship or a love life in general. every crush that developed in your heart was quickly stowed away until it eventually died off.

"it's alright. i never see you talking to anyone around camp." he takes a seat on the bench, a reasonable distance away from you that it wouldn't seem he was uncomfortable with you, like most campers, but not close enough to make it awkward for you.

"never have to, everyone too terrified of my "sinister aura" and prowess in war. and also, my mom." you slightly joke, not wanting him to pity you or something along those lines. he tilted his head like he was going to say something in response to your slightly self-deprecating statement.

"you talk like a book." he blurted. you didn't know if you should take that as a compliment, but even with the short time you've talked with percy, you knew he wouldn't mean it as an insult. just a weirdly phrased statement.

"y'know, in a poetic way." he sheepishly rubbed his neck as you stared at him. the corners of your lips upturned, and he calmed down a little knowing that you didn't take offense.

"you talk a lot," you counter. "but in a good way."

he returns a smile and notices the book you had been slowly inching away from his view.

"what's that about?"

oh my gods. you weren't getting out this one.

"it's just a little romance," you rub your wrists awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't ask for a more in-depth answer.

but the gods were not in your favor today.

"but what is it about?" he quirked an eyebrow at your unwillingness to elaborate on the plot.

"it's just about a boy and a girl meeting randomly and they slowly fall in love at a summer camp. really cliche and probably boring to you." the book made it into his hands as he scanned the front cover art, not bothering to open the book and attempt to read it, thankfully. you could guess why though.

"at a summer camp?"

"i like reading about stuff that could be relatable to me," you shrugged.

"well is it relatable?" he seemed interested.

"do you always ask so many questions?" you grumble. "and no, not really. do you think i have a love life here?"

every answer was turning into a question, followed by another question.

he looked you up and down and smirked. "you don't?"

you swipe your book back and roll your eyes. "yes, jackson. you do realize i have more ghost friends than living ones, right?"

"adds on to the charm. now, tell me more about what happens in the book."

you groan outwardly, but on the inside, you were giddy at finally being able to talk to someone, especially percy.

giving in, you begin to go off on the plot and major events in the story, and your opinions on characters.

before the two of you knew it, the sun was already cut in half by the horizon and the sky was a flurry of colors slowly being overtaken by the dark blues and blacks of the evening.

"how about we meet here again tomorrow?" percy asks.

you were already warming up to the son of poseidon. it could be because you haven't talked to another human in a long time, or he had that vibe to him that let you feel safe.

sometimes you would go and hang out with him and his group, but you didn't know for sure if they liked you that much. it took you months to even decide if percy himself considered you a friend or not.

majority of time you'd go back to that same bench you met him at, and if he was free, he'd meet you there and the two of you would talk about how the book you were reading was going or just how life was going.

but the bench wasn't the only place you hung out. percy would invite you to spar with him or walk around camp, or take part in events going around camp. slowly but surely, more people warmed up to you as they noticed the bond you and percy had. you were still wary and apprehensive of those people though, knowing they judged you even though they didn't know you. but it was a welcome change.

it was half past noon, and you make your way over to your and percy's rendezvous point to hang out for the day. the battered wooden bench that was now carved with quotes and drawings that spanned the seat.

you didn't have to even wait a minute, percy jogging up to you with a hand behind his back.

"what're you hiding?" you try and peer over his shoulder but he moves the object out of your sight.

"well," he looks around everywhere but you, before taking in a big breath and finally meeting your gaze. "i really like you!" he shows you the assortment of flowers most likely picked from the forest nearby.

you process his statement. the percy jackson likes you? never in a thousand years would you have thought that someone could have a crush on you, but never ever would you have dreamed of percy liking you.

it was like your life was turned upside down ever since you met him. you managed to finally have someone to talk to, and also get people to stop fearing you. and it was all because of him. he was the saint in your life.

"hey, it's alright if you don't like me bac-" you cut him off quickly by pressing your lips on his. sure you weren't an experienced kisser, but you've read enough to know how to shut him up.

he went from stiff in surprise to leaning into the kiss, the bouquet long forgotten on the ground. you couldn't get enough of him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and bringing him closer. he slipped his hands around your waist, a shiver running down your back at the touch.

he pulled away, and you clung onto him, not wanting his warmth to leave you.

after a moment of bated breath, you piped up.

"i love you too, percy."

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if...they were teachers part 2

ANON I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED UR REQUEST IM SO SORRY IM GONNA CRY BUT here it is :D with techno too :) please people send in some requests for meee check out part 1 here!

techno: english (with 1 mythology class for seniors): - hates his english classes wishes he could just teach mythology - would make all the students do a little project on a greek mythology story - rivalry with mr soot  - “ill give u each 10 dollars if u go to mr soots class tmrw talkin about how im a better teacher” - supports each and every kid no matter WHAT even if its not english related - holds detention in his room cause no one wants to fuck with him - like dream he doesnt anyone to get fucked over his english class so he hosts after school office hours like its college - has read all the classic novels and makes his classes read them. he wont move to something else unless some kid IS REALLY passionate about it - “ranboo we will not be reading the diary of a wimpy kid series even if you resonate with greg heffley on an emotional level” - BUT for his english classes he makes them do a general book report project so he can see and appreciate his student’s taste in books  - albeit not the biggest fan of romance novels but knows it ends with us for some reason - brings all the projects home and keeps them in a big storage bin. he loves showing them off to future classes and even you - light. acadmeia. dresses formal, long sleeves, hair tamed, glasses on the bridge of his nose - “tommy please stop swearing. tubbo calm down?” - hold detention with him cause no one fucks with mr blade

phil: principal - best principal ever - has a great relationship with all the staff tbh  - wilbur and techno and tommy arent his sons wdym - no ones rlly scared of getting sent to the principals cause like yk theyre like “oh phil??? hes nice”  - everyone calls him phil - ok i lied everyone BUT tommy isnt scared of going to phils - “I DONT WANT TO GO TO PHILS” “tommy calm down-” - hates the school board, lets the teachers teach what they believe is best for the students - can deal with the consequences - once wilbur got him to play a role in on of the school’s productions - big year for the dsmp high thespians tbh - is married to the guidance counselor kristin - who by the way is a GOOD COUNSELOR - actually does guidance - phils whole office is green - always wears his bucket hat tbh - besties with the other school’s principals

foolish: architecture/woodworking - i think this one was another “duhhh” one - builder man teaches builder children - starts the year with teaching them the basics of everything and then sort of lets them go wild  - is so scared some kid is gonna get hurt - has goggles in every corner of his room, gloves, whatever safety stuff  - loves it when kids work together to make some big project - IN YOUR GUYS’ HOME YOU HAVE A SHELF full of little sharks all the kids made for him its so cute - he makes stuff for you in class and uses it as an excuse to teach  - wears muscle t-s or normal t-shirts never dresses formal  - “it would get in the way of the wood?? duh” - id want to be in his class - is besties with mr jacobs and mr punz the random coach who shows up just to coach basketball in the winter - another teacher everyone simps over - once refused to teach tommy cause he didnt want to “catch a case”

i kinda want to write for the bench trio so here’s STUDENT EDITION

tommy: junior in high school, ta to mr wastakens math class  - tommy signed up to TA for wilbur but then wilbur said “absolutely not” so he got put into dream’s introduction to stats class  - but he also has dream for the period after that for his ap stats class - so hes stuck there for like 2 and a half hours  - dream groaned when he saw who his TA was - makes tommy grade papers and stuff but never tests  - he doesnt trust him with that - tommy is a good kid and usually doesnt disrupt class but when he does its hilarious - expect mr blade doesnt give a second shit about tommy in his class  - tommy is rlly good at drama and math (even though hed never admit hes good at math)  - his locker is a mess  - besties with tubs and ranboo ofc - phil is his father dont tell anyone - he is so adamant on walking home bc he doesnt want people to know that his family works there - always has his red jacket on  - never gets school lunches says they are cursed

tubbo: junior in high school, ta for mr quackity’s spanish class - tubbo likes quackity so he signed up to ta for his class - he isnt good at spanish tho- - quackity knows that but likes tubbo so he lets him be  - sapnap ADORES tubbo for some reason - “TOBY!!! WHATS UP!” “hi mr sapnap” - sapnap thinks tubbo is such a good kid - but  - mr notfound knows tubbo is a menace - “good morning toby” “good morning mr notfound *innocent*” “sit down and get started please” - SO FUNNY LMAO  - tubbo is a menace - pulls a bunch of pranks on the teachers but then the blame always ends on tommy somehow “wHAT- TUBBO DID IT” “no he didnt” - besties with tommy and ranboo ofc - tubbo is rlly good at science but isnt so hot at english - but mr blade is rlly nice and takes him time to help tubbo  - tubbo appreciates it so he gets mr blade a gift at christmas - mr blade teared up - runs thru the hall dragging tom and ranboo behind him no regrets - “STOP RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS” “no” ranboo: junior in high school, ta for mr blades mythology class - lOVES ta-ing for mr blades class - mr blade kinda lets him chill in the back, stapling papers - no interaction whatsoever - he also now cant wait to take that class next year - mr blade refers to him as my protege a lot  - i hope i used that word right - besties with tommy and tubbo - all the teachers are nice to ranboo and kinda sorry that hes friends with tommy and tubbo LMFAO  - “hi ranboo u doing ok” “yes thank u mr jacobs” “RANBOO! LETS GO! PUDDING DAY IN THE CAFETERIA” “thats my cue mr jacobs” - ranboo usually doesnt get into trouble when he does oh boy its good - not pranks on teachers but school wide pranks - is shy but when someone picks on tommy and tubbo he GOES OFF - attacks them through words - when he gets comfortable in a class he lets out these small comments that get the whole room laughing - so not the class clown but people know hes funny and people respects him 

[thelightsandtheroses]

1.5: You're face to face with the man who sold the world

Your Hand In Mine | Joel Miller x female reader.

Word Count: 1k Drabble Summary: The morning after meeting you at your insomnia bench, Joel and Ellie meet Tommy for breakfast and Joel reflects on his life in Jackson and the opportunities it presents for Ellie. Warnings: TLOU Part 1 plot spoilers, implied angst, introspectio, no other warnings come to mind, this is very much just some Joel introspection and me starting to delve into his perspective. You do not need to have read Your Hand In Mine to understand this but if you're reading the fic it bridges chapter 1 and 2. Notes: This is my very first drabble and a bit of an experiment for me and has helped me through a little writing block. The next full chapter will be coming soon and will include lots of interaction between the reader and Joel. Drabble title from the song Man Who Sold The World by David Bowie/covered by Nirvana (this is the version I personally love)

Series List | Chapter One |

Joel observes as Ellie takes another forkful of food, her gaze rising to watch him for a second before turning her attention back to her meal.

Change hasn’t always meant great things for Ellie. Jackson has been a big adjustment. She’s back at school after almost a year on the road, after everything they endured there. It’s her first time in a school not run by FEDRA though, her first time living in a community like this.

Joel still remembers Before, but he knows Ellie has no point of reference here. He’s never truly thought about that before, about the way this world looks to kids born after the outbreak. He’s been too lost in his grief and survival to ever think about things like that, but now he thinks about it all the time.

He takes a forkful of his own food, trying to stifle a yawn. Ellie doesn’t need to know he’s not sleeping; he doesn’t need her worrying about him. Colorado was bad enough. He’s supposed to look after her. That’s why he bought her here after Salt Lake City.

From the corner of his eye, Joel notices Tommy walk into the hall. Tommy raises a friendly hand before getting his own portion of food and joining them as your earlier words echo in Joel’s mind.

Heard you and Tommy are good on patrol …

Years ago, Tommy abandoned left him in Boston. He made it clear that the way they’d survived haunted him and whether he said it or not, he blamed Joel. Probably still does. 

Joel can carry that though. It’s okay. He kept his brother alive, didn’t he? So, as far as he’s concerned, he did his job and maybe there were better ways, but he worked with the tools he had at the time.

‘Hey Joel, Ellie,” Tommy says cheerfully.

“How’s it going?” Joel asks.

“It’s good, it’s good.” Tommy pauses. Despite his bright exterior, Joel recognises his sleep deprived eyes. His brother’s expression is one he remembers well from when Sarah was a baby. It’s strange to see it mirrored on his baby brother’s face now; a sign of how much time has really passed.

“Yeah, you look like it’s real good,” Joel says wryly. “Baby keeping you up?” Tommy’s a father now. Joel wishes it didn’t tear a little piece of his heart apart each time he looks at his niece’s face, but it does. It should be a blessing not a wound, but it cuts him so deeply.

She’s like Sarah, but she’s not Sarah. 

“She’s sleeping a little,” Tommy retorts quickly.

“Oh yeah?” Joel asks, raising an eyebrow at Ellie who fails to stifle her own laugh.

“Yeah.” Joel remembers how when his niece was born, Tommy had boasted she was sleeping already, that she was going to be a good baby.  Joel didn’t quite have the heart to warn him this was common, that she was unintentionally lulling him into a false sense of security.

His brother has made a life here. Maybe Joel can do the same, maybe it isn’t too late. He can feel that promise of hope, something he can hardly even remember from before.

The last twenty years have been built on violence, threat assessment and mitigation. They’ve been about survival and nothing else.

Until now.

Jackson is the first place Joel thinks he might be able to breathe. If there weren’t the continual ghosts of what he’s done,  the fact he’s keeping the truth about what happened at that hospital from Ellie.

He’d do it again for her though.

Every. Damn. Time.

It doesn’t make it any easier to sleep at night though.

  He didn’t expect to run into anyone when he left the house this morning. In Boston when he didn’t sleep, there were pills and alcohol, but it’s different now. He just needed to clear his head, walk around a little so he didn’t disturb Ellie.  He’d found the bench a few days before, but he could never have anticipated you being there too, or that either of you would start talking.

When Joel looks across the hall, as he listens to Ellie and Tommy talking, he notices you’re walking into the hall as if his thoughts had somehow summoned you.

He watches you smile broadly as you sit with two men and a teenage boy. You’re deep in conversation, a faint smile on your face as you collect your food and your group sit a couple of tables away from Joel’s family and dive into an animated conversation.

When Joel next looks over, you tip your head slightly as you laugh, bare a tiny bit of throat. He shouldn’t notice that.

You’re both the same and completely different to the woman he met on the bench last night. He notices you stifle a yawn when you think no one is looking, the only hint he’s seen that you’re hiding something from your group.

There’s something about you, about the conversation you shared that is drawing him in like a siren’s song.

He could ask Tommy about you. He could find out more about who you are, who you’re with, the life you lead outside of a bench in the middle of the night. Seeing you with your group, he recalls vague introductions and details from when he first came to Jackson. You’re something to do with the library? He can’t remember the links between the two men and you, but he recognises enough of you in the teenage boy to make the connection that he is clearly a relative of some type.

It doesn’t feel right to ask for information though. He’s curious, but something in Joel tells him that if he wants to get to know you, the real you, then all he needs to do is walk over to that bench on another sleepless night.

“Everything okay?” Ellie asks, looking up from her plate with a frown. “Joel?”

Tommy looks over at Joel then, raises an eyebrow with a silent question.

“Sure, kiddo. Hey, did you say you found a new book on space the other day?”

“Yeah, I did,” she says animatedly, “It’s really cool actually. The library here has a lot of books that weren’t in my old school library. Plus, they have DVDs, Joel. DVDs!”

Joel can’t help the way his smile widens as he listens to Ellie continue to talk. Everything he did between Boston and Salt Lake City; it was worth it for this.

He can feel hope setting root in his body, unfamiliar and strange. Maybe change is a good thing.

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Hi! I love your writing sm omg <3 was wondering if I could request Ghost x reader - where the reader is a rookie and very eager to please him constantly, which potentially then leads to a bit of smut? Like some degrading and praise hehe - and I am 18 <3 Thank You!!

Thank you so much ❤️ female reader ahead. I too love praise and degradation lmfao so I enjoyed this haha why can’t this be me? It’s not proof read as I’m sick at the moment and nursing a rather large headache. Enjoy!

Your alarm sounded, making you jump, rolling over the dull green light read 05:00. Sitting up you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and swung your legs out of bed. You were not a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. After a quick wash you slicked your hair back and pulled on your hoodie.

Making your way to the mess hall the clinical white lights of the hallway burnt your eyes. On entering there were small groups of recruits already having breakfast. You grabbed two teas and granola bars, perching on the bench you kept your eyes peeled.

Ah! There he was! ‘Lieutenant!’ Your eyes lit up as the 6’2 hulking stature of a man walked in. You waved him over signalling you’d got him a tea. He made his way over, begrudgingly he sat opposite you. ‘Thanks Mouse.’ Mouse being your call sign as you had excellent stealth skills. He lifted his mask taking a sip of the golden liquid. ‘How is it? Made it now you like’ you beamed.

Catching a glimpse of his jaw and lips was a prize within itself, but you needed to know you’d done well. ‘Yeah, it’s good.’ It went silent after that, he was intimidating and you were slightly awkward. He finished his tea, thanking you once more before he left.

This went on for weeks, doing little things here and there to show him how eager you were. How excited you were to be working with him, to learn from him. Cups of tea here. Cleanings his knives there. A sprinkle of compliments to stroke his ego amongst other things. None of this went unnoticed by the team. ‘Fuckin eager beaver ain she’ Soap commented one day. Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose ‘you’re fuckin tellin me. She’s everywhere. Like a bad smell.’

Soap chuckled and patted him on the back ‘don’t be so harsh on her. Me thinks she might have a wee crush on her Lieutenant.’

If Soap could see his face he’d see it twisted in disbelief. ‘Fuck off Johnny. No she does not. A keen rookie is all.’ Soap raised his eyebrow ‘fine. A wager then. If she fucks you, you do my laundry. If she doesn’t I’ll do yours.’ Now Ghost wouldn’t normally take up such a gross offer, however it would make sense as to why you followed him round like a puppy. Worst you’d do is say no and he’d be stuck cleaning Soaps awful smelling socks. Best case, he gets laid.

‘Fine Johnny you’re on.’

—

That evening Ghost went to the gym as per his routine. He noticed you on the treadmill, sweat dripping down your back, your thighs rippling as your feet hit the hard ground. He suddenly began to see you in a new light. Walking past he gave you a nod of acknowledgement, earning a toothy smile from you.

He sets up on the smith machine and began his bench presses. You tried so hard to concentrate, but you were distracted by his bulging biceps and pants as he lifted the weights. Nearly tripping over yourself you decided that you best get off the treadmill before you went head over tit.

You couldn’t help but watch him in the corner of your eye. Jesus Christ he looked good. Skin tight long sleeved gym top, thing grey joggers and his black mask. He was an Adonis. Walking past him you offered to get him some water from the vending machine, as you noticed he didn’t have any.

He returned the bar to its original position and sat upright on the bench. Sighing he stood, now dwarfing you with the height difference. He looked menacing. ‘Come with me’ he commended grabbing your wrist. Confused but intrigued you followed him blindly. You’d follow your Lieutenant anywhere.

Rounding the corner you approached the changing rooms of the gym, little lockable stalls. Pulling you into one he slammed your back against the door. As he reached to lock the door he whispered in your ear ‘god you’re so fuckin needy. It’s pathetic.’ His low raspy voice ricocheted through you at high speed. Why the did this turn you on? ‘I’m … I’m sorry’ you stuttered, still unsure of what was going on.

‘Show me. Get on your fuckin knees, and show me.’ Was this really happening? You felt yourself clench as his demand. Slowly kneeling your kept your gaze on him, your heartbeat thudding in your ear. You looked perfect beneath him. Your eyes still full of eagerness and desperation. He guided your hand to his erect cock, ‘see what you did? Now be a good little girl and choke on my cock.’

Fuck. It was happening.

He pulled his joggers down just enough to free his cock before he tapped your lips with the engorged head. ‘Open your fuckin mouth.’ Doing as you were told you opened your mouth, all too ready to take him. He slid his cock along your tongue, length wise he was perfect. Girth however was a different story. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he began to thrust. Gripping your hair to keep you in place he pushed further in. ‘Fuck. Such a good little whore. So Fuckin good for me.’ The praise was driving you wild. You hummed against him. The vibrations shooting through him.

Saliva drooled from the corners of your mouth as he assaulted your throat. ‘So. Perfect’ he drawled as he gripped the root of your hair. The salty taste of pre cum lined your tongue as he continued to thrust. Feeling himself edge closer to his orgasm he pulled out leaving you gasping for breath. He sat down on the bench in the stall. Spreading his legs he gestured for you to stand in between them. Doing as you were told you manoeuvred in the little space you had.

‘Take em off’ he ordered looking at your shorts. Wiggling out of them he quickly pulled you onto his lap, your own legs now spread wide. Running a finger along your slit he chuckled ‘so wet already? You really are a filthy little bitch ain you?’ He placed his finger in his mouth as he sucked your arousal off his skin. Grabbing your chin he pulled you close, ‘you’re gonna take my cock and you’re not gonna make a fuckin sound.’

Nodding eagerly you lined him up against your cunt and sank down, oh so slowly. His pupils bloomed until there was only a black void staring back at you. Your mouth fell open, whisper-less screams choked from your throat. The stretch burnt, you tip toed the line between pain and pleasure so thinly. He filled you, completely. He gripped the back of your neck and tugged you close to him. ‘Fuckin ride me.’

You started rolling your hips, back and forth, grinding onto him. Feeling his girth spread you further. You scraped your nails along his chest, his neck, his mask. Anything. ‘So fukin good for me.’ He mumbled into your neck, keeping it grasped in his death like grip. Your movement became desperate as you chased your high. ‘Look at you, needy and desperate. Knew you were pathetic the moment I saw you.’

The mixture of praise and degradation sent your mind into a spiral. You began to raise yourself up before falling on his cock. The change in speed and rhythm sent his eyes rolling back. ‘Yes, fuck, just like that. Such a good little bitch.’ Gripping at your face you bit your lip, stifling a moan. Hearing a squeak of a moan fall from your lips he slammed his hand over your mouth. ‘Shhhh little one. Can’t have the other hear you being a whore for your Lieutenant. Can we?’

‘No, sir. No, fuck … ahhh’ you breathed into his ear. ‘Show me how you make yourself cum’ he demanded. You trailed your hand down to your aching clit, applying pressure felt like nothing else. Your movements became sloppy as you muffled your moans into his chest. ‘Look at me when you cum, I wanna see your needy little face.’ Pulling your head back you locked eyes with him.

You tightened around him, your cunt pulsating over his girth. You dug your nails into his shoulders ‘fuck, good girl. Just like that.’ Desperate breaths escaped you, whimpering, panting on top of him. ‘Get on your knees.’

Sliding off him you knelt before him, doe like eyes staring up at him. ‘Open that dirty mouth of yours.’ Doing as you you told you opened it slowly, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. He pumped his cock, slamming a hand on the stall wall to steady himself. He gritted his teeth as he chased his release. You slowly stuck your tongue out, eager to taste him. ‘God, you are a whore aren’t you.’ Your eyes glinted at the statement.

He choked on his own sob of pleasure as he released his cum onto your tongue. Panting he watched you swallow, never straying your eyes away from his. Tucking himself back in he helped you to your feet, ‘you’re fuckin naughty’ he whimpered.

‘Mmm only for you sir.’

[biggestxsimps]

Hi! Me again. I think I now read all Connor x male reader fan fics and I need more. So that is my request. Connor x male reader. Also, If you are comfortable doing so, could you add a little bit of spice? Not much. And only as long as you are comfortable. Luv u

Love?

A/N: Thank you again for the requests, we really appreciate it! Unfortunately neither of us feel comfortable writing spice yet, but I tried to make it seem like he’s head-over-heels for the reader instead! Most dialogue at the start is taken from the actual game, I think it’s obvious where it doesn’t become canon anymore.

Connor was determined to catch these deviants; they had caused too much harm, and he was ready to put an end to them. "Hank," he heard Fowler’s voice, turning, he saw a young man in uniform behind him. "This is Detective L/N; he will also assist you in your cases." He continued. Before Hank could complain, Fowler had left the group. "Evening Lt." You give a quick nod to the older man. He groans before muttering a greeting. Connor couldn’t help but stare, you seemed.. different. Your gaze turns to the android "And who might you be?" You send a small smile his way. "My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by Cyberlife." He quickly rises from his seat, offering it to you instead. You thank him as you take a seat, hastily checking through deviant cases as Connor stands beside you.

Hank had taken both you and Connor to ‘Chicken Feed’, his favourite food truck. You stood against one of the tables with Connor as Hank stood in front of the vendor, ordering food for himself. "I don’t mean to alarm you, Detective, but I think Hank’s friends are engaged in illegal activities." You couldn’t help but chuckle at the android, this wasn’t your first time being partnered up with Hank, so you knew not to worry. "People do what they can to get by, I think it’s fine as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone." You shrug. Connor slowly nods, your laugh making his circuits buzz; he felt what he assumed, people call, butterflies? He had never felt his insides do that before and made a note to talk about it with Amanda later. You pat him on the shoulder and say, "Don’t worry ‘bout Hank; he's a bright guy." Connor felt his skin heat up at the touch, his fan speeding up as he overheated. Now he was worried. Before you could ask if he was alright, Hank had come with his meal.

It wasn’t until after you had met Kamski that you brought his behaviour up. He had chosen not to shoot Chloe, instead choosing to lose any information he could’ve gained from Kamski. You had all met back up on the bridge. Hank sat on the bench facing the river as you and Connor leaned against the railing. You looked over at the android beside you. "Why didn’t you shoot her, Connor?" You meekly asked. Connor’s face scrunched up, "I-I’m not sure, I just couldn’t." He looked down, staring at the water instead of at you. "Con" His eyes drift upward, the same butterflies rising in his chest. "You showed empathy, empathy’s a human emotion, Connor." Connor felt conflicted at that. He wasn’t a deviant; he couldn’t be. But when he looked back at you, he couldn’t get rid of the way you made him feel. The thoughts he had of you drifted through his mind, ones he knew he couldn’t pursue. Wait, feelings? Thoughts? 

The next day, Connor went to Hank’s house, determined to get an answer to how he'd been feeling. He was about to knock but saw that the door was unlocked, so instead he walked right in. "Lieutenant," he said, nodding at the man sitting down. "Jesus fucking Christ, Connor. Knock next time, god." The gruff voice echoed through the room. "Sorry, Lieutenant, it’s important." Connor takes a seat beside the rough-looking man. "Why couldn’t you go bother Y/N instead?" Connor quickly shook his head. "I was going to, but I think it involves him." Hank’s curious gaze lingers on Connor. "Go on," he insists. "My system has been acting up whenever I come into contact with Y/N." Hank’s brows furrow as he gestures for the android to continue. "My body heats up, and I feel a sort of buzzing in my chest when he speaks." He says, placing a hand to his chest, the sound of his fan overworking at the thought of the young detective. Hank chuckles before erupting in laughter. Connor tilts his head at the older man's actions.

"You’re in love, Connor."

Connor dead-panned. Love? He wasn’t in love. He wasn’t able to love; Androids aren’t able to love. His mind races over every interaction the two of you had, scanning over every detail. Shit. Maybe he was in love. "-onnor?" He’s brought back to reality by the amused Lieutenant. "It’s alright to be in love, Connor. In fact, I think he’s fallen for you too." Connor’s quick to reply, "He’s in love with me? How do you know?" Hank shakes his head. "You youngsters are so obvious it hurts." He pauses. "You should go tell him how you feel, Connor. God knows you’re not gonna get anywhere talking to me about this."

Hank was right. Connor rushed out, hearing the gruff man’s laughter as he left. He was quick to reach your house, quickly knocking. He heard a muffled "Coming" from behind the door before you opened it. Looking at you now that he knew what he’d been feeling was nerve-wracking. "Hey Connor, what’s up?" You open the door, dressed in casual clothes he hasn’t seen before. He can’t deny how good you look right now. He reprimands himself before looking into your eyes. He had never felt so nervous to speak up before. "Y/N." You nod, smiling curiously at the oddly jittery android. "Yeah Con?"

"I’m in love with you, Y/N." You choke on the breath you had taken, his straightforwardness catching you off guard. "Oh wow." You pause. "I wasn’t expecting that." You awkwardly laugh. "I, uh, I think I'm in love with you too, Connor." Connor's cheeks flush blue as he smiles. You feel yourself grin wider at the blushing android. You slowly reach a hand to his cheek and ask, "May I?" Connor’s head tilts in confusion. "Kiss you, Connor. May I kiss you?" You giggle. Connor’s eyes widen before nodding, your smiles being felt on each other's lips. Connor was the first to pull away. "Does this mean we’re together?" You take a breath before nodding. "If that’s what you would like, Con." The now blue-faced android rests his head against your chest. "Thank you, Y/N."

A/N: This is so much longer than I thought it would be, I was only expecting to write 400 words or so. I think I hit 1000 lol. Sorry if there is a lot of filler. I'm really bad at writing for Connor, sorryyy.

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- Written by Owner 1

[raevaelia]

In-experienced hearts | J.Jungkook

Pairing: Tutor!F.Reader x Tutee!Jungkook

Synopsis: The school’s golden boy is falling behind in his chemistry class and the principal decided it would be a good idea to assign him a tutor. Who knew the tutor would end up becoming the love of his life while also causing him heaps of chaos?

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, tutor x tutee au (though u kinda forget in the story), reader is a little oblivious and JK is totally whipped for her. Shy, awkward JK who overthinks and naïve, clueless reader. NOT a soulmate au!

Warnings: None! However, you may gain some cavities from this sweet, sweet couple ;)

A/N: hi! this is my first work here on tumblr! i know this isn't very good but i was very eager to write this so i apologise if this looks very rushed hehe. please do not be afraid to tell me if there is any way to improve my work- i would really appreciate it actually. happy reading!

Playlist: Faye Webster - Kingston, MAGIC! - Rude, Jonghyun&Younha - Love Belt, NIKI - urs, keshi - right here, Baekhyun&Suzy - Dream, hanbee - strawberry, GEMINI - mon amour, ABBA - Angel Eyes, Mindy Gledhill - I Do Adore, Jin - The Astronaut.

JK was someone you could never find it in yourself to hate.

Since signing with the school’s football team, he had become the lead star and the school’s prestigious golden boy. He was well known for his good looks, endless heaps of talent and sweet personality to all.

Well…things were going great regarding his football team. His grades? Not so much.

“Jungkook, you are a good man. You are genuinely liked around here, me included, but…unless you bring those chemistry grades up, you may as well be getting kicked off the team.” Principal Song rubbed the area around his nose bridge, glasses resting in his callous hands as Jungkook fell rigid in his seat.

His hands gripped his football jersey, Number 7.

“Sir…i-i can bring my grades u-”

He felt terrified.

Being part of the football team was what got him to be so well-liked. Before that, he was in the backgrounds, hiding in the shadows and in the corners of every classroom with long bangs and unfashionable outfits.

Now that he finally got a name for himself, he doesn’t ever want to lose it. It’s all he’s got, really.

“I know you can, Jungkook. But right now, exam period is approaching fast. And there really is no time for you to revise yourself.”

The air in the office was thickening. A pin drop could be heard.

“So. I have decided to assign you a tutor for this month.”

Jungkook blinked. Then he blinked again.

“Excuse me?”

Principal Song pursed his lips with a kind smile, interlocking his rough hands together and resting them on the desk.

“Yes, you heard me right. I am assigning you a tutor.” Jungkook scrunched up his brows, lips turning downwards into a subtle frown. “With all do respect, sir, i beli-”

“Of course you can refuse if you would like. But just note that you will be permanently kicked off the football team if you do.” The kind smile was still forcibly painted on Principal Song’s lips, sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine as he gulped down any rebuttal that had previously bubbled up.

“No. I will accept this tutor, thank you, sir.” Jungkook stood with wobbly legs, bowing down a perfect 90° while Principal Song merely sent him a proud nod in return. “I know you will make the right decision.” Jungkook smiled tight-lipped as he left the room.

His football jersey, now crumpled up in his tight fist, was shoved into his face to conceal the frustration he felt. He exhaled slowly, turning on his heel to return back to his friends out on the bleachers.

“Ugh.” He groaned, ruffling his hair with one tattooed hand as the other threw his jersey over his shoulder. He took long strides up the steps as he reached the bench his friends sat on.

“Jaykay!” Jung Hoseok cheered, handing the younger a box of fries before ruffling his hair affectionately. “Hey, dude.” Jimin, from below smiled. His bright pink hair standing out from the rest of his crazy friends.

“So~” Taehyung chorused, biting into a churro while Jungkook simply raised a single brow. “So, what?” Taehyung kissed his teeth, leaning forward. “Your visit to the principal? What happened?” Jungkook’s mood instantly turned sour.

Crease lines appeared on his forehead as he remembered the previous discussion. “I’m getting a tutor.” It’s silent for a few milli-seconds before the group erupt in joyous laughter. Jungkook stands still, wallowing in his own self-embarrassment with shy reddened cheeks.

Slowly, Hoseok comes back to reality and wiped away a few stray tears. “That’s embarrassing for the school’s golden boy!” Taehyung laughs along, agreeing with the older boy’s statement. “We saw this coming from miles away!” Jimin adds, only confusing the poor boy further who scrunches his brows together. “Huh? How?” Taehyung lays his cheek on his palm, staring at the boy in pity at his puzzlement.

“‘How’? Because, you’re the school’s golden boy, dummy. Everyone knows.” Jungkook’s face begins falling, turning a sickly pale along with his jaw hanging slack. “HUH?!” His voice grows louder, now anxiousness spreading through his body at the new-found knowledge.

“Are you seriously that slow?” Jimin sighs. “Everybody knows your failing chemistry. Catch up, dude. There are even some people who know more things about you than you do yourself.” Jungkook feels a shiver crawl up his spine, almost imitating a million bugs crawling all over his skin.

“No way.” He whispers. “Yes, way.” Taehyung snorts. “And-”

But the honey-head boy gets cut off by a cherry feminine voice catching all their attention from behind Jungkook’s body.

“Um, excuse me?”

The girl turns her chin upwards and her grin grows even wider, revealing her pearly whites. She has her hands clasped behind her back, presumably holding onto her black book bag Jungkook can see poking from behind her pink pleated skirt.

Jungkook grows still, blood rushing up his body to fill the paleness of his cheeks and ears, eyes fixated on her smile. He can almost see the sun shining brighter and bird-songs in his ear.

And then he hears a bell ring in his ear. The same bell in the film ‘Your Name’.

“Hi! My name is Y/N! Principal Song assigned me as your tutor, Jungkook-ssi!” She dips her head slightly, allowing Jungkook to breathe while she isn’t looking and hypnotising him any longer.

He can hear the snickers of his so-called ‘friends’ from behind him but he pays no mind to them, instead focusing on the Disney princess-like girl standing before him.

Oh, and did i forget to mention? There is one thing Jeon Jungkook is not good at among the many talents he has.

And that is talking to cute girls.

—

Jeon Jungkook had girls after him left and right. The richest, prettiest, kindest and the list goes on. However he would reject every single one of them. Why?

Because Jeon Jungkook is a hopeless romantic.

Hopelessly waiting for his so-called ‘soulmate’ that he could spend the rest of his life with, living a Disney fantasy. Silly, really. His friends would remind him to give up the silly idea and just settle down already.

But who would’ve though he would be meeting her so soon?

And when Y/N shyly asks Jungkook whether they could have a talk in the library, the boy just couldn’t find it in himself to refuse. Especially when she looked as cute as she did trying to avoid his eyes while picking at her perfectly manicured nails.

Jungkook stiffly followed her through the hallways of the school while the girl in-front skipped with every step she took with her hands still clasped behind her back.

He finds the action endearing, especially when he could see the red crescent moon shapes imprinted in the ball of her hand from her nails. He smiled at it before a hard slap on his shoulder interrupts his thoughts.

“Huh?!”

He whips his head around to see a girl with a yellow binder in her hand, raised above her head with an angered look. “Pervert! You’re no golden boy!” Jungkook’s eyes grow wide as he rubs the spot he was hit on. “What?!” He screeches, feeling nervous with the amount of students beginning to take notice of the situation.

Y/N spins on her heel and turns to face the situation with a tilt of her head and a curious look on her pretty features. “Huh? Saeyong? What’s wrong?”

Ah. Y/N knows this crazy lunatic.

Jungkook turns to look at her with a pleading look, begging for her to save him in this situation. Saeyong instead huffs her hair out of her face and lowers her binder, not before sending a nasty glare to Jungkook who just stares at her in absolute confusion.

“This…! Guy…was perving at your butt, Y/Nie!” Gasps are heard from the other students who have circled around the trio. Saeyong crosses her arms triumphantly over her chest. Jungkook is quick to wave his hands in defence with an intense blush over his cheeks.

“HUH?! N-No! Y-You’ve got it all wrong, i swear!” Oh no. Barely 10 minutes of knowing his soulmate and things have already gone wrong. Why did life have to be so cruel to him?

He faces Y/N who seems to be completely and utterly clueless of the situation. She blinks at Jungkook before blinking against Saeyong. “Huh? No he wasn’t.” Saeyong scoffs. “Of course he was! I saw him!”

Jungkook opens his mouth to deny again but before he could, Y/N turns to face him. “Were you staring somewhere you shouldn’t be?” She tilts her head again with her bambi eyes peering at Jungkook’s worry-filled ones.

“No! I swear, i wasn’t!” The girls go quiet, waiting to hear what his reason for staring there actually was. “Liar-” “Let’s hear him out, unnie.” Saeyong huffs again, glaring daggers at Jungkook who fiddles with his fingers absentmindedly. “I-I…”

“I noticed that you pressed your nails too deep in your hands…i-i…i-it’s not good if it’s leaving marks.” He meekly points at Y/N’s hands who turns to look at them. Saeyong immediately gasps and runs towards her, taking her hands into her own.

“I told you to stop doing this, Y/Nie!” Y/N blushes beet red, shuffling on her feet before pulling her hoodie sleeves over her hands to hide them. “It’s a habit, unnie.” She mumbles shyly. Saeyong sighs, ruffling Y/N’s hair affectionately. “A habit you need to get rid of.”

Jungkook stands animatedly, hands glued to his side as he nervously watches the two mumble incoherently to eachother. His eyes eventually find Y/N’s who sends him a comforting smile before nudging Saeyong who huffs and glares at Jungkook.

“Look, i’m sorry for accusing you of whatever…and thanks for pointing out her nails. Or whatever.” She avoids eye-contact picking up her yellow binder to slam into her locker angrily. “Good going, Sayeongie!” Y/N sends two thumbs up to the elder who just waves her off with the tiniest smile evident.

Jungkook blinks at the interaction, facing Y/N who turns back on her heel, hands now in her pockets as she begins walking through the crowd that starts dissipating. “Come on! We still gotta figure out your timetable!” She spins on her heel, walking backwards as she sends Jungkook a harmless wink that sends multiple arrows through his heart.

“Okay…”

-

A week has past.

Though it seems like eons have passed with how close the two have gotten. Jungkook has learned that Y/N bakes in her free time, she even showed up to one of their sessions with 4 fairy cakes. 3 with the traditional rainbow sprinkles and one with purple sprinkles. He had raised his brow at the odd one out, questioning her when she blushed shyly.

“That’s the special one i made for you. The rest are for your friends! Yours has jelly filling, none of the others do.”

Jungkook had smiled so wide that day. And also that day, he had drawn a picture of her owned cat, his name being Pocky and living in her dorm room.

Since then, it had been a friendly competition of who can give the better gifts. The day after that, Y/N had given him a a double layer strawberry and cream cake— his favourite as she had learned.

“It’s made with love. So you can’t top that!” The line send flutters to the poor boy’s heart, refusing to share a single slice or even a single strawberry with any of his whining friends who childishly ignored him for the rest of the day.

That brings us to today where our favourite boy has managed to find a way to top her gift.

Jungkook had walked in the library with a giant 18x24 canvas tucked under his armpit and a box of her favourite donuts— original glazed.

He couldn’t help but feel extremely excited for her reaction seeing her sitting there on their usual table somehow looking prettier every day.

So, yes, whatever. Jungkook have developed a huge crush on the girl. So what? Everyone saw it coming. Jimin had saw it coming from a mile way, as he usually does. He started giving him dating advice such as gifting flowers and chocolates (though Jimin has never had a serious relationship before).

Of course Jungkook ignored him and instead focused on gifting her what he does best.

Art.

That night, he bought a £30 canvas from his local arts&crafts store with the intention of her smiling face imprinted in his love-corrupted mind.

He drew exactly what had been lulling him to sleep these last few weeks. He drew her straight from memory, her face completely etched in his mind.

And after 4 hours of straight water colour and art (and a few slices of her cake eaten), he had successfully completed his artwork in time for their next tutoring session.

Since their first session, his grades have significantly improved. Even Principal Song acknowledging it— reminding him the month was almost over and that their tutoring sessions was almost over too.

The thought had initially dulled his mind until he remember the project.

He had even added a little surprise on the back of the canvas in the little confidence he had sparked during his project hours.

That, which, i will not mention.

She had sat at their table in a cute baby blue dress that seemed to hug her body exceptionally well, highlighting everything. She had clipped her hair back in a white claw clip and was wearing some Mary Janes on her feet.

Jungkook was 80% nervous and 20% confident. Well, that 20% was slowly decreasing to a 4% with every step he took closer to her and her figure becoming more and more HD in his eyes.

She tilted her head upwards, spotting him and her lips stretching in a wide smile. “Kookie!” Jungkook’s heart melted, as it does every morning when she lurches forward to encase his body in a hug.

She pulled away slowly much to Jungkook’s demise and pointed to the canvas. “What’s that?” She asked, a pout resting on her pink lips.

“It’s my gift, for you. My last one ever.” Y/N’s face dropped at his last words. In all honestly, she loved his gifts. They were always so thoughtful and unique. They were so special to her because they all represented Jungkook. Whether it be through his mannerisms, personality or just him overall.

She masked her disappointment with curiosity instead, leaning forward to try and take a peek.

Jungkook smiled, handing it to her. “Here,” he mumbled, scanning her face for any reaction.

And boy, did she give a reaction.

If a reaction meant immediate tears then sure, she gave one.

Jungkook’s face dropped completely, putting the portrait aside to rush over to her side and hold her gently, letting her cry on his shoulder. A million thoughts ran through his mind.

‘Did she not like it? Was it too much? Am i being too forward? Maybe i should’ve take Jimin’s advice!’

He bit his lip gently, her silky hair tickling the bottom of his chin as her shoulders shook with sobs from her hoarse throat.

Y/N raised her head eventually with red rimmed, puffy eyes and a red tipped nose. “No one has ever done something like this for me before…!” Jungkook smiled behind all of his nervousness now that he knows she likes it. (Though that was an understatement)

He was seriously considering throwing the portrait away afterwards if she didn’t like it.

Hell, if she didn’t like his hairstyle he would change it within an instant. After all, he only wanted to look good for her. Good enough, to be hers.

“I’m going to hang this up in my dorm!” She declared, hugging it close to her body while Jungkook scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Her once crying face had now disappeared and contorted to that of a child at an amusement park as her grip on the canvas tightened as if it would disappear under her hold.

She just couldn’t stop staring at the artwork.

He had an managed to capture her insecurities and turned them into something she could learn to love. Such as the way a single small strand of hair stuck up at her roots. She had always hated that— thinking it ruined every hairstyle she tried.

He had captured the shine and sparkle in her eyes, the slight dip in her right cheek in the smiling portrait of her as well as the beauty mark on the tip of her nose.

“A-Ah, i’m glad you like it, Y/N” He has thought of so many different ways to reply in his head but opted for the most casual one— somehow while also still sounding like a fool in love.

“Like it? I love it! It’s the best gift i’ve ever received! I can’t possibly top this!”

Seeing her upmost gratitude towards him, Jungkook suddenly felt a surge of confidence swoosh through his awkward body. “Well, you can top it some way.”

Y/N stared at him expectantly, hope flooding through her heart as well as a red hue covering her cheeks at the way his honey eyes searched all over her face. “What? Tell me, how can i possibly top this?”

From the angle of the way she held the canvas, Jungkook can see the special surprise he hid on the underside. And now suddenly his confidence dropped to a whopping 0%.

“A-Ah…w-well…” Suddenly everything felt hot. The air felt compressed and Jungkook felt like his air supply was closing in on him. Why does it feel so tight? He tried to breathe. He really tried, but his throat just wasn’t working. His lips wouldn’t open and no words could leave.

He couldn’t do this. Who was he kidding? He was no confident guy.

“Jungkook?” Her voice rang in his ears, and he finally mustered up the courage to face her worried look with crease brows and a frown adoring her face.

“Huh?”

Y/N smiled. “Do you want to sit down for a while? We can share the donuts.” She nudged her head towards the sealed untouched box that had been long forgotten about.

Jungkook took a deep gust of air into his lungs.

“Um…-”

“Oh? What’s this?” Jungkook felt the air once again get pushed out of his chest when he saw her holding a neon pink post-it that was once stuck on the back of the canvas.

“T-That-!…”

She read it intently, horror evading Jungkook’s features when he couldn’t read her expression. Oh god. He should have never wrote that.

Finally, she lifted her head and turned the post-it to face Jungkook and his horror-struck face. One night he chose to be selfish and pursue the one thing he has ever wanted in his entire life and now, it's going to lead him to rejection. All Jungkook wants to do now is curl up in a ditch and die.

"You misspelt 'Eugene'..." Y/N eventually speaks up, hiding her cheeky smile with a bite of her lower lip. And oh, would you look at that. He really did misspell it.

Jungkook holds the piece of paper between his trembling fingers with a shake in his gaze. No, how did he manage to embarass himself further?!

'Stupid! How could I misspell it to Eugeene?!'

He feels so utterly embarrassed and defeated he can't bring himself to lift his head and apologise to the girl of his dreams. How tired would he have been to misspell it that badly and not notice?! He really should've taken Jimin's advice.

"Jungkook-ah..."

This is it. This is the one thing he saw coming- that he knew was going to come back and bite him in his tensed buttcheeks! His hands sweat as he holds the post-it, clammy and strained. His irises shake unnervingly, re-reading the silly paper over-and-over again wishing this was all just a dream. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He could've chosen a better pick-up line instead of a stupid Disney reference!

'Will you be the Rapunzel to my Eugeene?'

He has the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and pray for his friends to come and save him this very moment- he'll even willingly go through the trouble of hearing Jimin's reprimanding voice of 'you should've taken my advice' as well as Taehyung and Hoseok's consistent mocking of 'the golden boy' for the rest of the school year if it meant escaping this very moment.

And when he finally does lift his head he meets the very overjoyed L/N Y/N with her usual widened grin. What Jungkook does notice, however, is the very pigmented red blush covering her cute cheeks as well as her nails once again creating dent marks in the heels of her hands. The golden boy frowns, with very clammy hands, he grabs hers in his own hold, promptly ignoring the slight shake in them from her warm touch. She slowly retracts her nails from the marks, letting Jungkook run the pad of his thumb over the marks.

'Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, what am I DOING?! She probably thinks I'm a weirdo, gosh! Why do you keep embarrassing yourself, Jeon Jungkook, huh?! And my hands are so sweaty, how humiliating! I better-'

Jungkook quickly with an audible gulp of saliva, retracts his hands and rubs them vigorously on the fabric of his jeans, failing to notice Y/N's disappointed look. She purses her lips, leaving her arms to hang idly by her sides.

'Why did he let go? Were my hands rough or something? OH GOSH! DID I MAKE HIS HANDS SWEAT TOO MUCH?! How embarrassing! How can I face him now?!'

Y/N shyly turns her gaze to the donuts left on the table before clearing her throat. "What...what did your note mean? And, h-how did you know i love Tangled?!"

Her usual cheery tone returns and Jungkook is thankful she doesn't bring up the awkward moment with his sweating hands. But when the words finally register in his mind, it goes blank.

'What...'

She doesn't understand the note even though her favourite movie is Tangled? Jungkook feels a mix of emotions, crashing down onto him like a large tsunami wave that he still wishes he could drown in.

Well for one, they share the same favourite movie, but then again, he wasn't exactly rejected nor accepted.

"You...don't know what the note means?" Y/N tilts her head with a meek look. "Um...no, sorry. I hope it means you're not going to take me away from my home and help me find out I'm a lost princess for some kingdom." She laughs, hands once again clasped securely behind her back.

Jungkook looks at her with affection and endear in his gaze. 'You're already a princess in my heart.' Jungkook laughs along with her joke, silently thankful that the conversation has taken a light-hearted turn. For a moment there he forgot about the post-it note fiasco and how his whole body had burnt with embarrassment beforehand.

"So...what does the note mean?"

Jungkook freezes, mentally cursing out his past self at 2am that morning. "W-Well..." And lo-and-behold, Park Saeyong has come to ruin Jungkook's chances once again. The boy lowers his gaze and glues his lips together upon seeing the 24/7 angry girl run her way over.

"He's asking you out, girl!" Saeyong cheers, aggressively patting the younger girl's back so hard she splutters out a choke. "H-Huh?!" The poor girl is clueless to almost about everything. Saeyong chuckles, "oh, Y/Nie, my incredibly stupid friend, he wants to know whether you'd be his girlfriend!"

And so hearing this, Jungkook acts quickly without thinking as he usually does. This time, he quickly waves his hands in dismissal as heat creeps up his neck to cover his face in an embarrassing shade of pink. "N-No! T-That's not-!" In the midst of his rambling, Y/N's shoulders sink as does her hopes of becoming his potential lover. Her bottom lip juts out sadly as well as her almond eyed evidently losing their sparkle.

'But I want to be his Rapunzel'

Saeyong acts fast and grabs her handy yellow binder to whack the golden boy on the back of his head. She continues whacking him over-and-over again, even when he tries to get her to stop. Y/N gasps and runs forward to defend him with her hand catching the yellow binder in her friend's hand. "Stop, unnie!" Saeyong's eyebrows dips, putting her hands on her hips as she stares at the younger girl. "Why should I, huh? He hurt your feelings!" Jungkook stands at his full height from behind Y/N and rubs his arm with a pained expression. Y/N mimics Saeyong's pose with her own hands on her hips with her own angry expression. "You still shouldn't hit him!" Saeyong drops her hands, her expression softening at her.

"Y/N. I know how much you like him, and it hurts me knowing that he just did this to you."

Jungkook feels his heart lurch in his throat, eyes blown wide and lips parted. 'Is this a dream? Ohmygod, I think I might just cry and shove my hands in my chest to give my heart to her. For real'

Y/N goes still, taking in a deep breath before spinning on her heel to face the very boy that has been clouding her mind ever since their first meeting. 'Here goes nothing'

"Kookie."

Jungkook meets her gaze, opening his mouth to say the very thing that's been bugging him day-in day-out. "Y/N."

Y/N blinks, a little startled with her seriousness in his tone- though she can hear the slight waver too but she chose to ignore it as her heart was beating far louder. She nods to her name, not trusting herself to speak as her voice may accidentally break- and she can't handle that embarrassment.

"I-I..." Jungkook looks up to meet her eyes but can see his three incredibly dumb friends silently cheering him on from behind one bookcase. He stops his sentence, narrowing his eyes that contain an angry flare in them. 'What the hell are they doing?'

Y/N tilts her head at Jungkook's lack of attention, slowly turning her head around in an attempt to see what the heck was going on. Jungkook sees this and panics- evidently blurting out the rest of his words without thinking as usual. "I like you a lot, Y/N!" The said girl freezes, facing Jungkook again as her mind goes haywire. Words can't seem to formulate. Jungkook can see her apprehension and suddenly all his confidence once again plummets to the ground.

"I-I have for...a long time..." Y/N is silent for a second before she breaks out into an extra wide grin that bunches up her cheeks. "I would very much like you to be my Flynn Rider!" Jungkook smiles big, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug her to his body.

He doesn't think he's ever experienced such joy in his entire life before. Not when he got accepted into the football team, no, not even then. Now? He feels like a million fireworks have gone off in the pits of his stomach, like his heart has burst and everything just seems a whole lot more vibrant.

As their laughs settle down, it is only then when Jungkook becomes aware of the position they are in. Jungkook blushes, quickly putting her down with a clear of his throat. "S-So...is that a yes to being my girlfriend...?" Y/N's laugh sends flutters straight to his poor heart- it has been through a lot recently. "Yes, silly."

Jungkook presses a timid kiss to her knuckles, a smile spreading as he does so. "I'm glad."

Maybe soulmates do exist after all.