#i need to stop HAHAing every second sentence

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Jealousy is the Best Form of Punishment - Yunho + San

"Darling, you know how when we’re hanging around the guys and I, softly place my hand around your neck? Have you ever noticed that San can’t stop staring at you when we do this?”

•pairing: dom!yunho x sub!fem!reader + sub!san

•word count: 1.5 k

•tags: mdni, suggestive, choking kink out the wazoo (f receiving), San's a little horn-ball, Yunho is a jealous boyfriend, praise kink, slight degradation, sex implied but not written out, lots of eye contact, voyeurism

Summary: Yunho teases reader by slightly choking them while hanging around the members, San can't control his eyes and Yunho notices, causing him to drag the both of you into his room and teaching him and you a lesson.

A/N: Inspired by this post I saw from my dear friend @shinestarhwaa (ily pookie!) Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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It started out as an innocent joke. Yunho would gently place his hand on your neck when around the members and occasionally give it a slight squeeze. Nothing too harsh, just a firm grip to cause you to get dizzy for a few seconds. Since he has naturally big hands, his fingers would reach perfectly around the sides, applying pressure to your sweet spots. Yunho knew you were into choking, and damn was he good at it. San was not oblivious to these minor gestures. He saw how flushed your cheeks would get every time his hand came near your neck, and that look of bliss on your face when he applied the slightest pressure to your neck. Although you were happily taken by Yunho and had been for a long time, San couldn’t help the thoughts he had about you since you first started hanging around the members more often. He thought you were very attractive, and the looks on your face when Yunho would jokingly choke you definitely did not help his situation. On the flip side, Yunho saw San’s reactions every time he did that to you. The way his eyes fleeted back and forth between his hand wrapped around your neck and watching the expression on your face morph, softly biting the inside of his lip and his eyes darkening. Yunho is most definitely the jealous type, so he would lightly choke you every chance he could get to show San that you belonged to him and no one else.

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Yunho got home one day and found San sitting on the couch, playing his video games. He was going to confront San peacefully about his observations.

“San, can I talk to you for a second?” Yunho said in a monotone voice with no expression on his face.

“Sure hyung! I’ll be there in a sec.” San replied as he was finishing up the round he was playing. Yunho nodded softly and walked into his bedroom. When Yunho walked in, he saw you sitting on his bed, playing on your phone. You looked up at him with a big smile. Sitting your phone on the bed, you got up and wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him.

“Hey handsome! What are you doing back so early?” Yunho placed his finger over your lips to silence you with a soft “shh” coming out of his mouth. Your eyebrows contorted, and you looked up at him, confused.

“Baby, I’m about to do something and I need you to not get mad or upset about it. Okay?”

Confused as hell by what he could be doing, you softly nodded your head, still with a confused expression on your face, trusting Yunho that you would be in good hands (haha). Not too long after your brief conversation, San walks in.

“Everything alright hyun-?” San stops his sentence when he sees you in the room, as well as Yunho. “Y-Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” San’s expression becomes nervous as he looks at Yunho. His throat becomes dry, and he swallows his spit to try and alleviate it. Fumbling with his hands, San finally opens his mouth again. “W-what did you need me for Yun-?”

“Sit down.” Yunho barks at San and tilts his head toward the chair in his room. San nods a few times before making his way over to the chair, his eyes not leaving you or Yunho. You turn to Yunho and notice the slight angry expression on his face. Your heart sinks down into your stomach at the cold expression he’s giving.

"Yunho, what’s going on?"

“Quiet Y/N.” Yunho pauses for just a moment, glaring at San one more time before turning to you, placing his hands on your hips, and turning you to face him. “San thinks it’s all fine and dandy to stare at something that isn’t his.” Your eyes go between staring at his right eye and his left eye. Yunho’s eyes darkening as you keep staring at each other. “Darling, you know how when we’re hanging around the guys and I, softly place my hand around your neck?” Yunho’s movements follow his words, acting out his speech. Your heart rate increases slightly as Yunho’s hand gets closer to your neck. You dare not break eye contact with Yunho right now. “Giving you the gentlest of squeezes, right on your sweet spots? Causing you to see a hint of stars?”

Yunho’s eyes glance over at San, and he can see the younger member struggling to keep himself together. Harshly biting his lip, his legs crossed to hide the slight erection forming in his pants, gripping the arms of the chair so hard that his knuckles are white. Yunho smirks and directs his attention back to you. Your cheeks are perfectly flushed and eyes droopy just the slightest bit.

“I asked you a question. It’s nice to respond, you know?” Yunho grips your neck a little tighter, causing your mouth to drop open and let out the softest whimper.

“Y-Yes Yunho! I-I’m sorry! I know what you mean."

“Good girl~. Have you ever noticed that San can’t stop staring at you when we do this?”

Completely forgetting that San was also in the room with you guys, you softly turn your head as much as Yunho’s hand would let you and see San struggling to stay still. His foot is now bouncing up and down, legs still crossed, but one of his hands has left the arm of the chair and is now placed in his lap, right where his crotch would be. Fidgeting like a nervous dog.

“Princess! Stop ignoring my questions!” Yunho’s booming voice echoed in your ears, causing you to turn back to him quickly.

“S-sorry! Y-Yes I have noticed!” Yunho inches closer to your face, leaning in toward your ear.

“How does that make you feel~?" You had to think for a moment because in all honesty, it made you feel good, but how could you tell Yunho that? You were beyond thrilled when he started to show more risque public displays of affection around the members. You wanted to know what they really thought of you. How many of them secretly liked you or what they would do to you behind closed doors when Yunho wasn’t there to claim you for himself?

“M-makes me feel good sir!” You closed your eyes in fear of what his reaction would be to your honesty.

“Good huh?” He paused for a few seconds to let your answer sink in. “Didn’t think my girlfriend was such an attention-seeking whore."

The grip around your neck tightens and your arms wrap around and come up Yunho’s back and grip onto the shirt he’s wearing. You tilt your head back and let out a choked moan. The sensation of him squeezing your airways shut was so intoxicating and you genuinely could never get enough of it. The thought of Yunho being in control of your breathing drove you insane. His grip around your neck loosens, and you take a deep breath. Eyes opening up to see Yunho smirking menacingly at you. You don’t break eye contact for a few seconds until Yunho looks back over at San and sees what a mess he’s becoming. Yunho chuckles softly and turns your head for you to look at him.

“What a mess he’s becoming, and it’s all because of you. Isn’t that so special~?” You can’t help but notice San is now rutting his hips into his hand, trying to provide some stimulation in his situation. His lip appears red and swollen because of how hard he’s been biting it this whole time. His face is lightly covered in sweat and he’s breathing heavily.

“Fuck…d-don’t look at me like that Y/N, p-please.” He mutters out, his eyes focused on you staring at him in his desperate state. His eye twitches, and he pants out as he continues to push his hips into his hand.

“S-San.” You calling out his name caused him to whimper softly and lean forward a bit to try to get closer to what he was seeing in front of him. Seeing him act like this sent a wave of heat down to your core. You never knew he was this down bad for you.

“He so desperately wants to cum. Do you think we should let him?”

“W-We?” You stutter out, surprised that Yunho is giving you an option. Looking back at San, you can see him nodding his head profusely and whispering ‘please’ a thousand times. “Yes Yunho.” You say while staring at San, and you watch as his eyes light up and he quickly unzips his pants and whips his dick out. Before you could look any harder at San’s cock, Yunho pushes you down on the bed and sits his weight on top of you. His hair falls gently over his face, and his expression gets darker.

“He can deal with himself over there, but now I have to deal with you for acting like a whore all the fucking time.” He growls through gritted teeth as he unzips his and your pants, pulls yours down along with your underwear, and does the same for him. Pinning your hands above your head and holding them together with one of his massive hands. You knew you were in for a night of trouble.

Tags: @pre1ttyies @isiloiale

[shitsndgiggs]

heyyy Kaya!

im so sorry again haha i feel so greedy. May I have a fic where reader x jobe bellingham. Reader is also from Birmingham and has been Jobe’s childhood best friend. And finally when he goes to Sunderland Jobe begs her to stay with him and they both open up on their feelings for each other tyy

JUST WANTED TO SAY UR MY FAV WRITER EVER. IM SO HAPPY YOU WRITE. MASHALLAH. THANK YOUUU FOR TAKING IN ALL MY ANNOYING REQS HAHA

COME WITH ME - JOBE BELLINGHAM

Jobe asking you to move with him

Jobe Bellingham x fem! reader

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The news hit me like a punch to the gut—Jobe was leaving Birmingham. He was off to Sunderland for a new chapter in his football career, and even though I knew this was a big opportunity for him, it made me nervous.

The thought of him leaving, of being so far away, made my stomach twist.

We’d been best friends since childhood, growing up side by side on the streets of Birmingham. He was always there, and now, everything was about to change.

I sat on the edge of the park bench where we’d hung out countless times, my mind racing.

Jobe was pacing in front of me, hands running through his hair, eyes flicking to me every few seconds like he was trying to gauge my reaction. “You’re not saying anything,” he mumbled, his voice edged with worry.

“Please, say something.”

I finally looked up at him, my heart heavy. “You’re really going to Sunderland, huh?”

He stopped pacing, his expression softening. “Yeah... it’s a big move, but it’s the right one for my career.”

I nodded, forcing a smile. “I know. You’re gonna be great there, Jobe. I just...” I trailed off, unsure of how to express the pit in my stomach. “I just don’t want you to forget about me.”

He blinked, stunned. “Forget about you? Are you mad?” He dropped onto the bench beside me, his knee brushing against mine. “There’s no way I could forget you. You’re my best friend. You’ve always been there, ever since we were kids.”

“But it’ll be different,” I muttered, staring down at the grass. “You’ll be up there in Sunderland, making new friends, living a new life. And I’ll just be... here.”

He was silent for a moment before letting out a deep breath, turning his body to face me fully. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

I frowned, glancing up at him. “What do you mean?”

Jobe rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “I don’t want to go without you,” he blurted, his words rushing out. “I don’t want to leave you behind.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“I’m serious. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I don’t want to do this without you,” he said, his eyes pleading. “I need you with me.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. “Jobe, you can’t just take me with you. It’s your dream—”

“And you’ve always been part of that dream!” he interrupted, leaning closer, his voice earnest. “You’re my lucky charm, Y/N. You’ve been there for every big moment in my life, and I don’t want to do this without you.”

My heart pounded in my chest as he continued, his words coming fast and a little frantic. “I need you there. You’re not just my best friend—you’re everything to me. I didn’t want to say anything before, but... I have feelings for you. I always have. And I can’t imagine going to Sunderland and leaving you behind. I can’t...”

His words started to jumble together as he rambled, trying to convince me. “We could make it work. We could get a place together, and I promise it wouldn’t be weird. Or, well, it might be at first, but we’d figure it out. And I’ll be there for you, I swear. We could—”

I couldn’t take it anymore. Before he could finish his sentence, I reached up, grabbed his face between my hands, and pressed my lips to his.

The world seemed to freeze. His breath caught, and for a second, he didn’t move. Then, as if everything finally clicked into place, he kissed me back.

His hands slid up to my waist, pulling me closer as the tension and nervous energy between us melted away.

When we finally pulled apart, he stared at me, his eyes wide, his breathing uneven. “Does this mean... you’ll come with me?”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You really do talk too much, you know that?”

He grinned, his hands still resting on my hips. “Yeah, but... you love it.”

I smiled, my heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “Yes, Jobe. I’ll come with you.”

His grin widened, and he let out a breath of pure relief. “Good, because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I leaned my forehead against his, our noses brushing. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jobe let out a soft chuckle, pulling me closer. “Thank God.”

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXV)

XXV. When a good man goes to war

MASTERLIST

Summary: Daryl wants you to connect with the most important woman in his life, fully knowing how you feel about her, the problem is he picks the worst moment for it. 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, kissing, touch starved reader & Daryl, THIS CHAPTER WILL PORTRAIT SIDE EFFECTS OF THE USE OF A “PLAN B” PILL such as dizziness, weakness, and others, INACCURATE mentions of handling explosives, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I just got fired and I have been telling everyone that I'm still working so they leave me alone at home for the weekend, haha, so that’s why I’m writing so much. 

You shouldn’t have taken that damn pill today

You felt like shit, like you had been run over by a trash truck, as Rick told everyone in Alexandria about the urgent situation at hand. You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that there was a quarry filled with walkers, or his plan to deal with them

“We’ll lead them away…”, he finished his plan, and to your relief, there were some conflicted faces around. The silence extended for a few seconds, and that is when you needed to intervene. this was one of those “forums” you knew better than to go against Rick, but this was up for discussion, so you went for it.

“Rick we can’t release them into the world”, you said, he stopped all movement and looked back at you, frowning

“What?”, he asked

“We can’t let them walk out of there”, you said, “every single one of these fuckers is taking out the last people alive, we can’t release them so they could kill and eat more people!”, you said. A shaky blonde man with big blue eyes seemed supportive

“So what do you suggest we do?”, he asked

“There is machinery, we should find a way to destroy them, burn them, bury them…”, you muttered

“It’s too dangerous to come up close”, he said, “there is no ammo enough to wipe them all out, it's impossible”

“I bet Eugene knows how to build a bomb or something”, you said, the man nodded

“Yes Ma’am I do”, he said proudly

“That will bring thousands more”, said Daryl

“Then we eliminate the ramps, turn it into a huge pit, let them fall in, we bury them, leave it there for more, they will keep coming and falling, we are doing a great service”, you said

“To whom?”, asked Rick

“Humanity”, you said quickly, “if we release them out there they are going to keep killing humans! animals! destroying everything in their path!”, you said quickly, “its us VS them! you said it!”

“We have the RPG”, said Alexander, “several rockets, a couple of grenades”

“Its too much of a risk”, muttered Rick

“It is much greater of a risk releasing them!”, you said quickly. “We throw a bomb right at the center”, you said quickly, “they will turn towards it, relieving the pressure from the escaping points…”

“We don’t have enough rockets”

“We use a couple, then we burn them or something”, you said, “But we can try”

He did not seem pleased at all, and you were so drowsy you felt like you could pass out.

“We are not ready for an operation like that”, he said, “Alexandria is not ready for an operation of that magnitude”

“We are gonna need explosives, to eliminate the ramps and to diminished their numbers”, said Alexander, “i know how the military operated, i bet that if you give me a couple of days I would be able to find some”

There was an awkward silence

“She is right!”, said the shaky man, and you heard mumbles of approval

“We can try it your way”, said Rick, “but if it doesn’t work…”

“Then we lead them away”, you promised

You then looked at Deanna, who nodded

“You have a week to find explosives, or come up with a  similar solution, if you don’t, we follow Rick’s plan”, she sentenced, and you only nodded, you searched the eyes of Eugene, who had a weird, determined look on his face, then the shaky guy, and then Alexander who smirked. 

You met with said people, Rick of course was there, and several others.

Alexander placed a man over the table on the porch. 

“I want this points checked”, he said signaling habited points on the map, “I was called in when the crisis fully broke out”, he said, “they send troops on surrounding areas of the capital, and, of course, many of them didn’t return, so, they may have left some things behind, that’s why, I need four groups, of three or four people on each, to disperse and search, I want a long range shooter, a short range fighter, and a scavenger on each”, he said, “that is for safety”, he said, “as there are three of us who have military training, maybe four”, he said looking at you who nodded, “those being Me, Espinoza, Ford and (Y/L/N), I want us dispersed in the groups too”

Rick looked supportive so far, agreeing with everything Alex was saying.

It was odd, you felt a weird sense of pride, bringing him in was your idea, so you still felt responsible for him, and the fact he was adapting well and being a good ass asset, made you somewhat proud.

“Eugene”, he called then, “you told me you could make home-made explosives, how real is that promise?”

“For a few explosions of a magnitude that will not jeopardize the general constitution of said quarry or our safety, but be bigger than one that could cause a single house fire, I do need some materials that will not be found here but I have certainty that can be found out there…”, he said, Alexander looked at him like trying to comprehend his words, then nodded

“Alright, I want you in Ford’s team”, he said, he then looked at Abraham who nodded, “Abraham you help him get what he needs”

“Damn right”, he asserted

“The rest of us, we look for explosives, grenades, or rockets”, he said. “Espinoza, you know your explosives”,

“Yeah”, she said with a small smile

“Well, flash course to Abraham and (y/n), so they know how to manipulate what they find”

“It’ll take me a couple of hours with this thickheads”, she mocked, you and Abraham chuckled

“I’ll give you the entire afternoon”, he promised, “make the teams”, he demanded 

As people dispersed to do as Alexander commanded you separated from the rest as Rosita, Abraham and Alex did, and Daryl approached you

“I was thinkin’ that since you are the military part, and somewhat the scavenger, maybe Carol and I can go with ya”, he said with a soft smile, “the three of us”, oh gods. You thought, while with your tongue caressing the still healing wound inside your mouth. 

“You sure?”, you asked him, concerned, but you guessed, then with any bonding time with Carol, having Daryl there was a relief. You smiled then, had flashbacks of your mission in Atlanta with these two, you had not enjoyed it, BUT… many things had changed since then, specially your relationship with your loving archer. And the hope in his eyes could perfectly made you do whatever he wanted, “Let’s do it”, you said with a soft smile. Would you be able to get a fourth person in?

You could not get the fourth person.

Alex led a group, with Rick, the new guy Smith, and Michonne

Abraham, Eugene, Sasha, and Tara

Rosita, Glenn, Maggie, and that guy Gary. 

And then there was you, Daryl and Carol. 

Laura wanted to participate too, but she was helping out in the infirmary with Beth and Denise, and medics needed to stay protected at all costs. She knew all about pharmaceuticals thanks to her father, that is what she told you. You liked her, she was badass, and somewhat nice, despite it all. 

“You contradicted me big time today”, Rick said, but he did not looked recriminatory at all

“Normally I wouldn’t have done it, but…”

“I’m glad you did”, he said, “let’s give this a shot, let’s hope we don’t blow ourselves up in the process”

“I have faith”, you answered

“We need to include your approach on this”, he muttered, “your approach on walkers”

“After”, you promised 

“After”, he said, nodding. you felt a bit dizzy, and he seemed to notice, “Are you alright?”, he asked softly, you nodded 

“Yeah, yeah, just a bit tired”, you assured, you wanted to curl up on a couch with a blanket, preferably with Daryl’s arm wrapped around you.

You played dumb at Carol’s attempt to make you all lunch, instead sneaking out to the third house that had been gifted to the team, where Alex resided, a smaller house, where he shared quarters with Rosita, Abraham and Eugene

He was kind enough to gift you a cup of your favorite pork ramen

You ate ramen with the military team while you shared war stories, well, as Rosita did receive training from Abraham and their former team, she had not served, nor did you. You had received really wild, almost savage training by Mayor. But Abraham and Alex had some stories that made you laugh out loud.

“And then we just had to wait for the camel to shit the keys”, and you all broke in a laugh.

“I have heard this story a thousand times and it still makes me laugh”, said Rosita, “but… let’s talk explosives”

“Great”, you muttered. And Rosita started to give you an explosives class 101

“...If it's a bit broken, misshapen, or even the paper around it looks funny… don’t touch it, don’t move, don’t look at it”, she said severely

“And this is what a crate of dynamite usually looks like”, Alex told you, showing you a picture, “like the wooden ones from the cartoons”

“Oh I loved ACME products”, you laughed

“But I don’t want any of you to risk it unnecessarily, if it is compromised, or you are not sure, do not manipulate it”, Alex commanded, “sometimes they don’t need fire to be detonated”, he warned, “so you call in Rosita with the radio, or me, or two of the group goes back to find her or me, alright?”, he said, you all nodded, “when in doubt, do not manipulate, and if you happen to find an untouched box, carry it with care”.

There was more, more details and things to remember.

“We go tomorrow”, said Alex, “you are all sure about your teams?”

“Yeah”, you all three said

“Good”, he nodded.

You exited the house when you came face to face with Smith, and Gary

“Military, uh? you are full of surprises”, he teased

“I did not serve”, you said, “I was trained when the shitshow started by a military man in Atlanta, that’s it”, you said simply. “very… informal training”, you assured him

“I think you are selling yourself short”, he said, “but you also look like shit”, he said, “you sure you are fine?”, you frowned

“I’m good”, you assured him. Him and Gary gave you the creeps, so you were quick to keep moving. 

“I’m not questioning you boss”, muttered Gary, making Negan frown, “but I do sometimes wonder… what your plan is”, Negan looked down the street where you were walking away from them. He had to admit, he had never done this before. 

They had eyes in Alexandria for a while now, all this lucky, fancy people, in this beautiful community, ready for the taking, they weren’t like him and his people, they weren’t farmers like Hilltop, they didn’t grow shit like the Kingdom, this… were the luckiest sons of bitches he had ever met.

Until Rick and his posse came around.

Now the tides were changing, now these people were becoming, quickly, more ferocious, now… they could become a problem.

So he decided to pull this little trick on them, to see what these people were made of, the original Alexandrians mixed with this savage band of survivors, this strange creature, like an eagle with two heads looking in opposite directions.

These people, the newcomers… were different… they had been on the road, they were almost wild, feral, they weren’t like the rest of the communities.

Negan could feel himself tight in the pants with the mere thought of what this people were capable of, and the brutal crash that was going to be produced when they met his people

People were a resource, oh and he planned on using it properly, to the best of their abilities.

They were a goldmine, militars, leaders, soldiers, they’ve got it all, a family, brains, braun… Looks too, even a couple of farmers and medics. And then there was you, an strange creature for sure, he was still trying to guess the nature of your relationship with Rick, he knew you were not related, he also knew he didn’t want to get into your panties or you his, you were with the archer, the wildest of these people, his future soldier.

What was your role in all of this? Rick listened to you, as he saw it today. 

He needed to play it right, or everything he had built could be put in jeopardy.

But now? Oh, he had the perfect opening, he knew his people had cleaned the surroundings, you were not going to find anything, so that gave him the opportunity to actually “save you”, a good beginning.

He was the savior for a reason, right?

You went back to the house, and it was afternoon, the sun was shining, so you could sneak out of the day’s activities, you needed it, rather than deserved it.You loved your room, because at this special hour, the sun sneaked through the windows and hit it just right over your bed, warming it up for you.

You could activate “plant mode”, and do some photosynthesis in your bed. (You knew that wasn’t a process humans made but plans, but it was still funny to think about it). 

But Daryl found you, as you finally got to the perfect position on the bed when the sun hit you in your back, and you had positioned the pillows just right. 

“Hey”, he greeted gently, “ya feeling good?”, you only hummed

“Just a bit drowsy, that’s all”, you mumbled

“Is it that damn pill?”, you barely nodded, half your face in full contact with the pillow, “Ya need anything?”, you shook your head, “I’m gonna go, with Carol, to prepare for tomorrow”, you nodded again, you loved being wrapped up in Daryl’s embrace, but this felt just too good. 

When the time to eat something came upon you, you were straight up roadkill.

You sat on the table and barely listened to anything that was being said, but not really, you felt like you were underwater, but you survived it. You charged the walkies for tomorrow, and then you escaped to find sleep again. 

Daryl followed you up, actually.

“Brought our pajamas”, he said gently

“Do you mind if we only sleep tonight?”, you asked him, he only caressed your face, and kissed you softly. And you slept together, cuddling. no funny business. 

So the very next day you were waiting by the gate. You were determined to make this right, this was important to Daryl, so this was important to you. Alexander had given you a pair of military boots that was the most comfortable thing you had ever tried, and you were wearing comfortable but thick clothes, nothing restraining, you had your loaded Pentagon gun with your silencer in your holster and your trusted ax in your other side, with two knives in your boots.

You gathered, the fifteen of you, four cars.

“Alright, everybody knows where to go”, said Alexander, “everybody got their missions”, he said then, “If you find dynamite, communicate through the walkies”, he said, “if you are not sure, don’t manipulate without me or Rosita”, you all nodded, “let’s come back at sundown”, and everybody splits. 

You met with Daryl and Carol.

But the thing is, you had this unique and toxic ability to match the temper of people around you, and the second you saw Carol’s butt face she was wearing for the day, your temper immediately got sour. And Daryl seemed like he was the one that was going to be handling two misshapen explosives for the rest of the day.

“Are you gonna go on your bike?”, you asked Daryl, he nodded, “I will take the truck, so we can carry what we find”, you said

“I’ll go with you”, Carol said gingerly to Daryl, who looked at you, alarmed, you barely nodded with a smile, preferring to have a long nice lone ride in the truck

“You know where we are going, right?”, you asked him, he nodded, “lead the way”, you got in the truck and lit it up, you were the second group to leave Alexandria after Rick’s. Who left in the HUMVEE that Alexander had not let you drive yet.

You stole his CD though, and you were blasting that Scorpion’s song all the way up. While Daryl drove his bike in front of you with Carol attached to his back

You were not jealous, you were not threatened, you were fine. 

It took you about an hour to reach your destination, you left the truck in a more secluded spot, as Daryl pulled up on his bike. 

Carol was smiling, but it was quickly shut down when she saw you coming out of that truck. You wanted to say you tried, but her attitude wouldn’t have let you.

Carol opened the back door of the truck to grab her weapon. You made sure to have a “pleasant” look on your face, and she was not giving you an opening. This was going to be harder than you believed. 

“We should split up”, said Carol, grabbing onto her gun, Daryl immediately looked at you, because he knew you did not like it.

“Yeah”, you accepted, he opened his mouth on protest, “if you see walkers, do not engage, or do, you know your abilities and risks”, you liked to lead, you had proven yourself to be a decent leader, but this time, you just… wanted to get this over with.

“The whole point of this…”, he started, but when he saw your faces, he shook his head and sighed, “I’ll take the bike, check the perimeter”, Daryl mumbled, “you go to that small town”

“Yeah”, you said, and started walking, they shared words, you didn’t listen, but kept walking. You heard Daryl’s motorcycle going away until the sound disappeared and that left Carol and you.

“The point of this whole thing was for us to bond”, she said, and you didn't know her enough to determine if she was being sarcastic or not. 

“This point of this is to look for explosives to eliminate a potential full destruction level threat to our community”, you corrected, “making this a bonding exercise is proving to be a colossal mistake”, you kept going, “besides you were the one that proposed for us to split up”

“Daryl told me you were a great leader”, she said, oh, she was testing you, she wanted you to fight her, to make you all stay together. Shame on you, did she want to clean her hands out of this madness? pinning its failure on you?

“A good leader is only a good leader if they have willing people to follow”, you said then, as you were walking in the main street. Whatever game it was, you were not playing, this was a mission.

“Daryl is my best friend”, she said, you only stopped to look back at her, “so that means we are supposed to be… friendly”, she said. What were you? fifteen?

“Says the one that put a sharpened chicken bone in my food”, you said back, she frowned, your anger was quickly overpowering your fear of her, and the thing is, you were fight, not flight, you learn that the hard way. “Look I know you two created that kind of bond that is stronger than blood, and I respect that, and I will keep doing that…”

“I don’t know what he sees in you”, she interrupted, ouch

“... you are right, let’s just be cordial”, you invited, “I will not get in your way, you will not get in on mine, Daryl loves us both, and that’s what’s important to me, we don’t have to be friends, we just need to keep clear of each other's relationship with him”, you were offering her an out, a peace agreement, you didn’t know what she looked like she was angrier than before.

“He loves you, uh?”, she said in a whisper

“That's what he said”, you said gently, “and I love him”, you assured her, she came close to you, you didn't back down, and she leaned in

“If you hurt him in any way, shape or form I will slit your throat”, she whispered into your ear, “and then I will stab you in the base of your skull”, she said. You looked back at her, normally you would be fearful, but again, you were fight, so you just looked at her.

“If I do hurt him, I might even let you”, you only said back. You then separated from her slowly, “You are part of this family, and that makes you my family too, if you injure yourself, I’ll aid you, if you need anything, I’ll help you, if I see you being attacked by a walker or even an enemy I will eliminate that threat for you, but I don’t really see us exchanging recipes”, you admitted, she looked at you, squinting, and then she nodded, “I’ll take the right side of the street”, you said. Walking away from her. 

You were checking the third building, when you saw through a backside window… A highschool. You saw one of those big military trucks, and the remains of what one day could have been… a real battlefield near the gymnasium. 

So you went there. Arm in hand. 

You approached the military vechile first, it was fucked up, rest of walkers everywhere, it had crashed against a wall. You checked the inside, and there was nothing interesting. You heard growling, a walker, who had been a military man, came for you, you put it down nice and easy. With your ax, because… you then searched him for grenades, and you couldn’t find anything on him. 

“HEY! YOU!”, you looked up, and you saw two men right in the corner of the building you were just in. you stood up quickly, “STOP!”, one commanded, you didn’t want to sound judgemental, but they looked like they were up to no good.

You took two warning shots

So that left you with 2 less…

“That’s far enough gents!”, you said, pointing your gun at them, they were like 50 meters away from you, perfect range. But… they didn't take them as warning shots, they took out their big ass guns, “SHIT!”, you cursed and you dived behind the truck as a rain of fire fell on you. The truck was big enough so you could see underneath, you took pretty good shots, hitting one of them in the leg, but you missed the others

1, 2, 3… 4, 5 and 6

Count your shots… this isn’t a movie, said the voice of Mayor inside your head. 

9 to go then.

“Come out here”, they said, one whining about the shot on his leg, “we don’t wanna hurt you!”, yeah right. To your complete horror, you saw a truck pulling up, more guys coming in

“Hey! What the hell is going on?”, you jumped from your hiding spot now that they were distracted and you shot all you could while you took cover inside the big gym. But oh you shouldn’t have done that. You quickly realized that you didn't have any more bullets and that thing had only one viable exit was the one you just entered, as the other was completely obstructed by chairs, tables and other things. 

You looked around, only bleachers and then… on top of them, looking right at you like an owl on a branch up a tree was a guy

“Hey”, he called for you quietly. 

“Who the fuck are you?”, you asked, coming towards him ax in hand, he didn’t have any guns on him, he showed you his hands, so when you reached him, you stood still, you did not attack him. 

“I’m Jesus”, you looked at him weird, “I’m Paul, but my friends call me Jesus”, he corrected

“And who the fuck are them?”, you asked pointing to outside

“They call themselves Saviors”, he said, “I’m not with them”

“Do you have a camp?”, you asked, he nodded, “me too”

“Come out here darlin’ we know you are in there!”, you hear them cry out. “There’s no way out!”

“What are you doing here?”, he asked

“Scavenging”, you answered, “how ‘bout you?”

“Yeah, me too”

“Are they going to kill me?”, you asked Jesus looking out there.

“Did you kill any of them?”, you shook your head, “then you should be good”

“Fuck you Yeezus I don’t believe you!”, you whispered angrily 

“Come out here sugar, or we are going in!”, they mocked, you whined. Gods you shouldn’t have shot at them, your heart was beating so fast, you didn’t know what to do, but they were coming in, you couldn’t stop them, and they were going to find you both in here. You could see them out there through a darkened window. There were only two.

But when you properly saw the truck that had pulled over, you gasped

It was a white Toyota Tacoma with an Atlanta plate, actually, Georgia plate, it was… the truck YOUR TRUCK, THE EXTERMINATORS INC TRUCK. it still had the M2 mounted in the back. 

“I’m here with two more people, so if you encounter a rough guy on a motorcycle, his name is Daryl, please tell him what happened here…” you told him, “...please…”

“Don’t go out there!”, he said quickly. But you needed to find out what that was about 

“If I don’t they will come in here and find you too, there is no other way out!”, you said, “I’m out of bullets anyways”, he looked concerned, “If you find another group, ask for Rick, or Daryl, please, I’m (y/n)”, you said, “please tell them what happened”, you repeated.

“Where’s your camp?”, he asked quickly

“I can’t tell you that”, you answered, getting out of the platform you were in

“But wait!”, he said, but you didn't listen, you jumped out of there 

“Sorry gentlemen!”, Jesus saw you walk out with your hands in the air, “but you’ll have to understand..”, he laughed when he saw you punch one of them in the face and kick the other in the nuts and started sprinting down the street, losing you from sight. 

It was an open ground, so you had no choice but to run ahead, hoping to lose them back on the street, but a gunshot that rang by your ear made you stop on your tracks.

You had to be smart about this

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”, you stopped as there were two other guys, counting up to four, but they didn’t approach you, only the two you started the fight with. You turned around angrily. 

“What the fuck do you want from me?”, you asked him

“Hey! you fired first!”, they looked badass, but dangerous, but they sounded idiotic

“Warning shots! A girl can only be too careful”, you said simply

“Well, it doesn’t matter, you are in our territory”, you wanted to laugh 

“I’m sorry, but I’m not bothering anyone”, you said angrily, “who the fuck do you think you are?”

“You're scavenging on his grounds”, he said as the smartass he believed himself to be, you raised an eyebrow

“Oh I’m sorry, tell the mayor of whateverthisfuckingtownis that I’m very sorry, is the sheriff coming for me?”, you mocked 

“Let’s see if Negan finds it funny”, he said

“Who the fuck is Negan?”, you ask

“We are Negan”, you sighed. 

“Third person this ‘itch?, alright then”, you said, “(y/n) would like to be left alone”, you said mockingly 

“Listen you little bitch”, grunted one, “Are there more people with ya’?”, he asked, “Negan would like to know”, you just looked at this man dead in the eye 

“Is Negan in the room with us?”, you asked softly, they both frowned

“Where’s your camp?”, they asked

“I don’t have one”, you said quickly

“Where do you keep your shit then?”, asked the other, the dumber looking one

“In a cute house down P. Ennis street”, he lunged at you, grabbing you by the neck, he squeezed. The other grabbed his arm, you were on the tip of your toes trying to relieve the pressure. You looked for your ax and you realized you didn’t have it with you, shit you must have left it inside, with that guy. Shit! your ax! no!

“Where the fuck do you come from?”, he asked, squeezing. 

“I’m sure Negan is gonna want to talk to her”, he said surely to his pal, so he released you

“I’m not going anywhere with you wackos”, you said angrily, you saw, behind them and up a building, Carol was watching. 

“We’ll take a little trip”, said one

“No! fuck off!”, that is when the side of your head met the back of his gun.

And everything turned black.

PCN: DON'T GET ME WRONG I love Carol, I love her character, I just don't like her, like, if I knew her personally, I think i wouldn't like her at all, BUT her character is super cool and I love her relationship with Daryl

I had written that scene with the saviors for like CENTURIES, I think is the first thing I ever wrote for this and i'm so happy its finally "here"

@crazyunsexycool @capricxnt

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Parfum d’étoile - episode fourty-one

scaramouche x reader smau

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You weren’t late this time.

You were in front of your door gripping the fabric of your clothes in one hand and holding your phone in the other, waiting for him to text.

You turned your phone off then right back on to check the time.

3:32pm

Scaramouche’s classes ended at 3 and he texted you to let you know he’d stop by his dorm room to change but he was awfully long.

You started to think he might’ve stood you up and that you looked utterly stupid standing there.

As you started thinking that, he suddenly texted.

You could only see so much of the text on the notification that was displayed on your screen but you could read the words

‘Sorry, lots of things happened so I’m not…’

Your stomach dropped and you didn’t even want to read the rest of the text message but you were way too curious to not do so.

‘Sorry lots of things happened so i’m not gonna be able to pick u up rn but i’ll be there in less than 20 i swear’

You sighed in relief and your thumbs flew over your keyboard to text back.

´Dpn’t start a rext like tjat beo u scaref me… its finr tho i was gonba be late 2 neways.´

That was a lie.

´Good i feel less bad now’

He added a crying emoji at the end of his sentence, something out of character for him. You couldn’t tell if it was supposed to express relief or if he was making fun of you.

The cold air made your fingers shaky and it made it hard to type correctly but he didn’t seem to pay any mind to that.

You’ve been standing outside for almost 40 minutes now. The weather was awful and it even looked like rain would start pouring at any moment now. You felt like moving from your spot would be like giving up on him like standing in lines for something you’ve been waiting for all week and then chickening out and leaving your spot out of weakness but you got tired of standing there and sent him a text before even thinking about it.

‘Hey uh i’m not feeling that good laybe we should cancel ?’

You regretted it as soon as you sent it but he already read it so it was too late to unsend

‘? Are you sure??

You closed your phone as soon as you saw his reply, not wanting to answer or to face what you did but you realised he would see the read sign and that there was no getting out of this one.

‘Nvm i can manage haha!! I just need to take a pill i’ll be good’

You lied again.

Scaramouche replied almost immediately.

‘If you’re not feeling well we can do that another day i wouldn’t want to force you’

You clenched your jaw. You never understood his mood swing, how he could clown you one second then be the most caring person you’ve met the next it was almost annoying.

‘It’s okay!! I’m already ready anyways i wouldn’t want to waste a good outfit lmao’

Now it was your turn to use a crying emoji, still not sure of what it was supposed to express.

‘Ok :(‘

You chuckled at the frowny face. That too was out of character.

After ten minutes, there were still no sight of him.

You felt like every person that walked passed knew what situation you were in and were just pitying you and god it made you feel like shit.

Maybe waiting at home would’ve been smarter.

Just as you thought that a car you recognised pulled up.

You got up abruptly, opened the door in one swift movement and threw yourself on the passager seat without even looking at who was inside the vehicle.

You let yourself sink into the seat, sighing happily as the warm air hit your skin. And just as you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable you heard his voice

"Hey, so sorry i’m late i hope you didn’t have to wait for too long." Scaramouche said

You finally looked at him for the first time today

He was wearing black baggy pants but you couldn’t tell which top he decided to put on because of the coat covering it.

"It’s fine don’t worry. ‘Was just a bit cold."

"I have a jacket in the back, do you want to borrow it ?"

"Yeah i’d love to!"

He reached for the back seat without looking and pulled out a white jacket.

He handed it to you without a word and put his hand back on the steering wheel when you took it from his hands.

You put it on quickly and felt a tad bit disappointed when you recognise Kazuha’s signature cologne on it.

It wasn’t Scaramouche’s.

" So ? Where are we going ?" He said, finally breaking the silence

"Uhmm I’m not sure anymore… Do you want to go to the aquarium ?"

"Uh sure if that’s what you want"

"You don’t really seem enthusiastic."

"Fishes aren’t my thing to be honest, but if they’re yours…"

"What’s your thing then ?"

"I don’t know."

You let out a long sigh

"You’re not helping me ! Just pick a place and we’ll go !"

"You were the one that was supposed to plan it ! Why do I have to choose ?!"

God you forgot how annoying he could be.

"Ok, ok. What about the zoo ?"

"It’s like an hour drive, though…"

"The arcade ??"

"I don’t have any coins."

"The museum ?"

"It’s a bit boring isn’t it ?"

"Ok just kill yourself." You let out a sound that could only be described as a growl "where do you want to go ?"

"Anywhere is fine" he stopped the car engine realising that decided where to go was going to take longer than intended

"Anywhere is not fine ! You don’t like any of my suggestions."

"I mean, yeah they suck but if you want to go then we’ll go. Everything is fine if you’re here."

"Don’t try to romance me, asshole ! My suggestions are great !"

"I already went to all those places a thousand times so it’s not really interesting frankly."

You mumbled an almost inaudible ‘sorry rich boy’ before sighing for the thousandth time

"What about that library/coffee shop at the mall ? They opened like a week ago."

He turned to look at you so fast you thought he’d snap his neck

"They’re open?! Why didn’t you tell me that before ?! Let’s go !" He said restarting the car.

★

You took a seat at one of the few tables that were in place at the back of the library.

You hoped to use that face to face moment to talk to Scaramouche more before having to tell him that you like him even thought you don’t know him as much as you wish you did.

But that hope quickly died down when you saw that he did everything but stay in place.

He seemed to love books more than anything because he was going from aisle to aisle grabbing some of them so that he could read the back and either putting them back where they belong or nesting them under his arm.

After 20 minutes of that he sat down in front of you, pushed his cup aside and put down the 7 books he had picked up.

Some were novels, some were mangas, some were comics. The genre also seemed to be very different from one book to another.

"I’m so happy they restocked, i’m going to read all of them as fast as possible." He said, taking a sip of his coffee and making a funny face when he realised it was now lukewarm.

"So… you like books, eh ?" You laughed, not finding anything else to say to start a conversation

"Yeah, books are great."

"What’s your favourite ?"

He leaned even more into the backrest of his chair

"Uhm… if i had to say one it would probably be…"

He clicked his tongue not really knowing what to answer

"Oh ! The house of leaves is a super cool one ! I love it !" He exclaimed in a ‘obviously why didn’t i think of that one before’ voice.

"Oh really ? I never heard of it i should check it out."

"What’s your favourite ?"

"Uhm… I don’t really know"

He nodded.

If the entirety of the date was going to be this way, it was going to feel painfully awkward.

★

The walk back to the car was awkward as well even after the many attempts that both of you had at making conversation.

Scaramouche looked as good as ever even though he still didn’t discard of his coat and you were dying to see what was underneath and what kind of outfit he managed to pull together this time.

While in the parking lot, you noticed a few people staring at him and it almost made you feel proud.

"You feeling ok ?" He asked as soon as the car doors closed " you shouldn’t have forced yourself to come if you were feeling bad."

"I’m fine. It’s fine." You sighed "i’m fine."

"The more you say it the less i believe you." He laid his palm against your forehead "well, you don’t feel hot so that’s great." His hand traveled from your forehead to your cheek.

´If you keeps touching you like that, I might start feeling hot.´ you thought but didn’t dare to say out loud.

He looked at your eyes then your lips then your eyes again and you hoped to God he’d just kiss you but instead he took his hand off your face and rested his head back into the car seat headrest.

"So ? Where are we going next ?"

"Uhm…" you checked the time. It was already pushing 8pm "we could go eat."

"Sure that’s fine by me. Where ?"

"I’ll let you pick" you said trying to sound gentlemanly but knowing it was only because you had no idea what to pick and judging by his face, you didn’t fool him.

"We could go to a japanese restaurant."

"Don’t you already eat japanese at home ? It’s a bit boring for you isn’t it ?"

"It’s fine i haven’t had it in a while and i miss it. I’m doing this for me mostly."

You knew he was lying.

"I saw some leftovers when i went over, though ? If you want me to try it just say so." You teased

All he did was hum before starting the car engine."

★

Unlike what you expected, you weren’t face to face with him but instead sitting next to each other at a sushi bar.

"I haven’t had sushi in forever." You clapped your hands, excited for the huge free meal you were about to get.

"I could eat those forever, i’ll never get tired."

You downed the 4 makis you grabbed on the moving tray as soon as they were in front of you.

Before you could even grab something else, a green plate of three tempura was gently placed on top of the plate you just cleaned.

"Are you trying to shut me up ?"

"How’d you guess ?" He smirked half jokingly. "Try those next"

"If you insist !"

You took a bite out of it but before you could have a second one you suddenly felt like somebody was looking at you.

"What ? Were you planning on eating those or something ?" You didn’t have to stare back at him to know that it was his eyes that were gazing at you.

"No, no."

You took a second bite but almost choked when you felt his cold palm on your cheek.

You pulled away startled and uncomfortable by the sudden cold.

"What’s your deal, dude ?" You said, feeling your face heating up.

"Just checkin’ to see if you felt less warm than earlier."

"You said I didn’t feel warm at all earlier."

He looked away staring down at the plate of sushi he helped himself to previously

"Checking to see if it feel warmer then, i guess."

"God, you’ll be the death of me one day."

★

"You should take me out more often."

"Just so you can use me and drain my finances ? No way, i’m never doing this again."

You were leaning against the car, trying your best not to cough as the smoke from the cigarette Scaramouche lit made it’s way through your nostrils.

He seemed to noticed, telling you at least five time that if the smell was bothering you, he could open up the car and you could enjoy all the clean air you wanted but you so desperately wanted to stay close to him.

"Do you smoke a lot ?"

Scaramouche brought the cigarette to his lips, nestling it between them before inhale deeply. He brought it back to his side before releasing the breath he was holding, creating a cloud of fog in front of him.

He took so long to answer you thought he didn’t hear

"Not really. Tonight’s just a great night for a smoke." He finally said.

"How so ?"

He turned and glanced at you before looking up to the sky.

"The sun is setting, the sky is a mix of purple and orange, we’re in an empty parking lot talking about trivial stuff, it’s a friday night. It’s great for a smoke."

You giggled "When did you become so poetic ?"

He sat down, back against the driver’s side door and you did the same.

He put his cigarette out on the floor and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Are you tired ?" You asked, trying to stop your voice from cracking

"Yeah. Just a bit. Do you want to go anywhere else ?"

"No, not today."

Silence installed itself, a non awkward one this time. Only the sound of the wind let itself be heard and the few screams and giggles from the skatepark not too far.

"I love you, kuni."

He straightened up instantly

"What ?"

"I think I do ? Have feelings for you, I mean. I’m pretty certain."

"Wait… Huh ??"

You got up before he could even make sense of the situation

"Today was nice. I live not too far so i’ll walk. Thank you for driving me around." If you had the guts you would’ve kissed his forehead

You fled before he even had the chance to speak.

Extras !

• car seat headrest reference

• "erm i don’t like sushi 🤓☝️" WELL TOO BAD 👎👎

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Blood Sport {Garreth Weasley x Fem!Reader}

Got this pic of Garreth from Rimaeternax on twitter!!!

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are in their 7th year and are 18+)

Introduction: Garreth had begged you not to put your name in The Goblet of Fire. The TriWizard Tournament was known for being so dangerous, it was practically a death sentence to every school Champion chosen. You promised him you wouldn’t, but when you found out your best friend Natty had entered her name, you decided to go against his wishes and enter behind his back. Being as capable as you were and the only person in ages able to wield ancient magic, of course your name was chosen. Along with an overwhelming sense of dread that you could die, Garreth felt betrayal, and has kept his distance from you ever since.

Word Count: ~ 9,900 (I’m gonna be honest, I dunno how it happened)

Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Swearing, Angst, Smut (Sex, Edging, Oral)

Author’s Note: I made this so it could be a standalone, but in case you’d like extra background, this is a continuation of Garreth’s portion in The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion. I couldn’t get his part out of my head and I had to write out the rest of his story. Freckled Serotonin could be a prequel too haha, a fic that takes place during a time where the relationship is only happiness and fluff. Maaaan, I have been obsessing and losing sleep over this fic all week and I’m so happy I finally finished! It’s my longest one yet, so get cozy and grab a snack 🥰 Hope you guys have a great night ❤ 

Songs (if interested):

Blood Sport - Sleep Token (Original Version & Room Below Version)

for forever - EKKSTACY

You Can’t Stop Me - Alex G

you not the same - TileKid

The Love You Want - Sleep Token

Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal

-

It had been weeks now since you and Garreth last spoke. You knew he needed time and space to forgive you, but your second challenge was coming up soon, and now more than ever you wanted him by your side again. 

The Durmstrang Champion, Maxim Mainka, had caught a few hints at what it could be, and things weren’t looking good if his suspicions were correct. He had been so concerned he wanted to prepare with you and the Beauxbatons Champion, Amelie DuPont. Was there anything more unsettling than something that could put a Durmstrang student on edge?

Possibly facing a challenge you couldn’t overcome within the next week had weighed on you more and more as it approached. So when Professor Weasley announced that the fourth years and up were to meet for dance practice for the upcoming Yule Ball, you were over the moon. You’d take anything that could help take your mind off it all. 

You grinned a bit seeing all the younger years get uneasy at Professor Weasley explaining the proper dance that was required of everyone if they wanted to attend. The seventh years were the only ones who seemed to be at ease with the whole thing, probably because it wouldn’t be the first time touching someone so intimately for most of you. Whereas the younger years had never even held hands with someone and it was written all over their faces.

“Garreth, come up and help me demonstrate please.” 

Your smile faltered a bit watching Garreth walk up. He received some whistles and hollers as he strode up to his aunt proudly, chest puffed like he was about to own this demonstration dance. You couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips, of course you still found him as hilarious as ever, despite your current situation.

He blew an exaggerated kiss to the audience and you cackled along with the other students. He then joined his aunt for the dance, keeping the smug look on his face as she talked through the steps for everyone. At one point, he surprised her with a dip, causing everyone to howl with laughter and she smacked him lightly. He said a quick apology and brought her back up.

“That’ll do. Thank you, Garreth.” He stepped back from his aunt and gave a dramatic bow, bringing another round of chuckles from everyone as you all clapped for him.

“Alright, now everyone find a partner and we’ll go through the steps together.”

Most of the students went quiet and still, not wanting to make the first move. The only ones who got up to move were the ones in relationships, heading to join their significant others for practice. You looked down to the ground, suddenly feeling like an unconfident fourth year yourself.

Garreth caught sight of you amongst the crowd. He had been wanting to go up and speak to you these last few days, but he couldn't get himself to do it. There never seemed to be a good time, he started to doubt there ever would be. 

He straightened his tie, more out of bustling nerves than anything, and strode up to you. He held out his hand for you to take and you slowly looked up at him, clearly taken aback. 

He looked down at you with a smirk, hoping you didn’t see through his feigned confidence. “What do you say, oh mighty Champion of Hogwarts?”

You swallowed thickly, your body wasn’t handling Garreth speaking to you again as well as you had hoped, but you’d take this moment regardless. You tentatively took his hand and he tugged you up with ease. He kept your hand in his as he led you to the floor, then effortlessly pulled you into the dance, his hold on you firm and warm. 

“You have horrible taste in dance partners, Weasley.” You tried to jest to hide how anxious you were. Unable to meet his gaze, you looked down at your feet to make sure you didn’t step on his. It was a bit much, not speaking for as long as you had and now you were in his arms like this.

“Just follow the expert, you’ll be fine.” He pulled you even closer to him, getting you to finally look up at his face. His eyes bored into yours, and it wiped your mind clean of any coherent thought you had. You wanted to look back down to your feet but he had pulled you too close to be able to do so, so you settled for looking at your hand on his shoulder. 

“I uh - I thought I’d take this chance to speak with you.” It was Garreth’s turn to feel uneasy.

Well… that doesn’t sound good. “Alright.”

He looked away from you, his jaw tensing, bracing himself for what he was going to say next. Your stomach dropped seeing his face turn so dismayed when he was being goofy and having fun only a moment ago. 

“I don’t know how best to put this, so I’m just going to say it. I think we should just be friends.” He could feel you stiffen and he pulled you in closer, your stance turning more into an embrace. He placed his cheek against yours, your swaying becoming only small steps from side to side. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I really do hope we can be friends, I’ll do anything to make that happen. Anything. But, I can’t be yours anymore. I just… I can’t. It hurts too much.”

Your eyes stung with tears, and you hated that one had managed to fall. But you were able to remain standing tall. Unable to speak with your throat feeling so constricted, you settled for a brief nod of your head, letting him know you heard him.

“Whatever you need, it's yours. I’ll help you through the rest of the tournament any way I can, just say the word.”

Quickly wiping away your stray tear before he could see it, you cleared your throat. You shifted in your stance so he could back off of you a bit. “Let’s stick with dance lessons, yeah?”

You looked over his shoulder, focusing on nothing in particular while he eyed you a moment longer. He then nodded his head, looking over your shoulder at nothing in particular himself. “Yeah… Yeah, alright then.”

-

That night you had decided to go to The Hog’s Head. You would go to Three Broomsticks, but you didn’t want to chance bumping into Garreth. You wanted to avoid him like the plague. 

Walking in, you saw Maxim Mainka. He was sitting at the bar, drinking and cheerily speaking with those around him. He noticed you walk in and lit up like you were just the person he wanted to see. 

“Fellow Champion! Come! Come join me!” 

You smiled and joined his side at the bar. 

“One for my friend, on me!” He called to the bartender.

You gladly took the pint placed in front of you and began on a steady stream of gulps.

“That’s the way!” He cheered, patting you on the back and clearly feeling a good buzz in his cheeks. He held up his drink to you and you clinked it with yours. “Let’s enjoy our last few days alive, my friend!”

You stilled and thought on his words for a moment. You knew Maxim had been feeling edgy about the upcoming challenge, but you didn’t think he’d be this convinced none of the champions would make it out alive. 

You started to go a bit numb. The love of your life had asked you to ‘just be friends’ and you might very well die in a few days… 

What better time to drink myself silly? 

You raised your pint, “Here’s to that.” Then you brought it back to your lips for more.

-

Garreth sat at the bar of The Three Broomsticks, barely able to touch his drink; he was so sick to his stomach. He rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, unable to follow the chatter of his friends next to him.

He knew ending things with you would be one of the stupidest things he had ever done, but he had to. What choice did he have? He couldn’t keep you wondering and waiting on him to forgive you when you had more important things to focus on. 

His feelings were all over the place. He still loved you deeply, but he was also still upset. He didn’t think you’d ever truly know how full of dread you made him when you threw yourself into danger as constantly as you did. 

He thought if he gave you a clear stance on where the two of you were in the meantime, it’d be better for you, give you the chance to prepare for your challenges with a clear head. But asking to just be friends had gone horribly, bringing the exact opposite effect he wanted, making things even worse on you. 

“I think I’m gonna turn in, mate. Not feeling it tonight.” Garreth got up from his seat and patted Leander on the back as he passed. He moseyed out of The Three Broomsticks with his hands in his pockets, kicking the dirt at his feet as he made his way out of Hogsmeade.

The sound of cheering coming from The Hog’s Head caught his attention. He peeked over curiously and had to do a double take. That bar was never bustling, yet there was a huge crowd around it tonight, boisterous about something going on inside.

He was caught off guard when you and Maxim clambered out of the crowd and fell to the ground, laughing hysterically and definitely drunk. The crowd cheered in intoxicated delight at your collapse.

Garreth made his way over as Maxim helped you up. When he saw him throw you over his shoulder, his blood boiled and he picked up his pace.

“This one’s pissed! She’s done for the night!” Maxim called back to the crowd as he carried you away from The Hog’s Head with ease. The crowd whined in unison at your departure.

Garreth strode up to him. “Put her down. I can take her from here.” 

As Garreth approached, Maxim side stepped him and kept walking. 

“Oi, Knobhead! I said put her down!”

Maxim gave your side a quick pat. “You know this one?”

You peeked up. “Ah! It’s alright, I know him. He can take me.” You giggled, and Garreth wanted you down from Maxim’s shoulder yesterday.

With a grunt, he set you down. “If you trust him. I could go for a few more rounds anyway.” He took your hand and kissed it. “Goodnight. Meet with me again tomorrow?” He went in to kiss your hand again while he waited for your answer.

“Appreciate it, mate. Goodnight.” Garreth came up behind you, gripping your shoulders and moving you along before his lips could make it to your hand again. 

You waved over your shoulder lazily. “Goodnight to you too, Maxim.”

When Garreth felt you two were far enough away, he released your shoulders and walked by your side.

You let out a content sigh and looked up at the stars above as you walked. 

“Seems you enjoyed yourself tonight.” Garreth grumbled.

“I sure did.”

Garreth’s jaw tensed at the thought of you having been with Maxim all night. “Couldn’t even give it a full day, huh?”

You let out an exhale, your drunkenness making it sound a little more exaggerated. You glanced over at him. He was facing ahead stiffly, hands in his pockets. “And what do you mean by that?”

He shrugged, putting on a face like he couldn’t be bothered what you did anymore. “Nothing.”

“I can’t enjoy myself if we’re not together? Is that it?”

“I didn’t say that. Enjoy yourself all you want.”

“I planned on it.”

“Good. Glad you had such a great night.” He wasn’t glad.

“I did have a great night.” You decided to get cheeky. “And I’m so happy my good friend, Garreth Weasley, was here to walk me back to the dorms. What a guy.” 

He sighed your name, starting to regret he didn’t keep his mouth shut.

You hiccuped and rubbed at your eyes. You were starting to feel a little sick and groaned. “I think I had a few too many. I just didn’t want to stop. Oh, have you heard? Apparently, it’s going to be suicide walking into the arena this week. No one at Hog’s Head would shut up about it.” You mumbled. “What a way to go, huh?”

Garreth stopped in his tracks and looked at you in horror. “What… What did you just say?” He didn’t recognize who he was talking to right then. You sounded like you were accepting death. You knew this tournament was dangerous, but you’d at least always been determined to fight.

You ignored him and kept walking, humming the Hogwarts anthem and keeping your air of drunken bliss.

Garreth called your name sternly for you to stop walking and look at him. 

He rarely spoke with such a tone, and it seemed to bring you back to reality a bit. Your face hardened when you glanced back at him. “Don’t even start.” You said bitterly as you kept walking.

He raised his brows, incredulous at your behavior tonight, and moved to join your side. “Sorry? Say that again. Start what exactly?” 

You stopped and faced each other. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say when you abandoned me? You left me when I -” You shoved him, “- When I needed you the most.”

“I left you, did I? I could have sworn you were the one that chose a worthless fucking tournament over me but what do I know? I’m just an idiot who wanks over potions.”

An amused huff escaped you and you rubbed at your face, drunk and desperately trying not to crack up. “Dammit, Garreth.” You groaned. “Don’t make me laugh, I'm mad at you.” 

He shook his head and bit back a smirk of his own. He really did need to work on his timing. The two of you were definitely having the worst fight you’ve had since knowing each other, he needed to take it seriously.

He took a deep breath and rubbed a hand down his face. “How about we not be mad at each other tonight?” He said, waving his white flag. With alcohol in both of your systems - more so yours than his but still - putting this conversation to the side for now seemed like the smartest idea. “Let’s save it for tomorrow.”

“That’s -” You lost your balance slightly and he steadied you. “That’s a good idea.”

-

As Garreth stepped into the dining hall the next morning, his eyes roamed the room for you. When he spotted you, it didn’t take long for your eyes to drift up and lock with his. He gestured with his chin for you to step outside and speak with him. You nodded your head, getting up and walking over. 

Out of habit when he got this close to you, he gingerly grabbed a hold of your arm. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine. Head’s killing me, but I’m fine.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile.

He gave you a weak smile in return, not quite buying it. “To be honest, you scared me. You sounded like you’d given up last night.”

You shook your head. “I wasn’t in my right mind, and I hate that you had to be there for any of it. You shouldn’t have had to hear anything I said in that state.”

He gave your arm a gentle squeeze to help put you at ease like he usually would. But it made him remember that you weren’t together anymore, and he shouldn’t be doing things like that.

When he released you, you glanced down briefly, not even aware he had had a hold on you. Now, it seemed you two had to get used to not touching each other, that was what felt less natural.

“I meant it when I said I still want to be there for you. Whatever you need, it’s yours.” Garreth looked into your eyes, trying to convey how much he meant it.

You nodded your head, deciding to let him help. If this next challenge was as dangerous as Maxim said it was going to be, you needed all the help you could get. “I need potions. All that you can make me.”

-

Garreth was crumbling as he paced back and forth in front of the hospital wing. “Let me in, I need to see her. Please, you don’t understand.” His breathing was uneven, his voice cracking. The latest challenge was the most horrific thing he had ever seen. 

The Beauxbatons Champion had been killed, torn to pieces by the horde of inferi you were tasked to fight. You and Maxim had barely made it through. The both of you had to be carried out of the arena, and Garreth needed to see with his own eyes that you were actually alive.

Nurse Blainey tried to steady him. “I do understand. But she’s resting, you need to leave her be for now.”

Leander had tried easing him away. “Come on, Garreth. She’s in good hands now, we can come back later.”

Garreth shoved him back. “Goddammit, get off me!” He turned back to Nurse Blainey with a fire in his eyes. “I’m not waiting for your permission any more.” He shoved past her into the hospital wing.

He scanned the room for you, walking past Maxim who was rocking back and forth while nurses tended to his wounds. He mumbled something in his native tongue to himself over and over. 

Garreth froze and his stomach dropped sickeningly when he spotted your bloodied and bruised form. As the nurses tended to your wounds, his mind raced, trying to reassure himself repeatedly that he could see you breathing, you were only sleeping, you were still alive.

Leander placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go, mate.”

Garreth nodded his head rigidly and turned away from you. He apologized to Nurse Blainey and Leander guided him out.

When they returned to the Gryffindor common room, Garreth made a beeline to his dorm. Shutting the door behind him, he went and slumped down on the edge of his bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Then, all at once, the tears came. He shot a hand up to cover his eyes and his shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs.

-

Garreth returned with Leander later that night. Leander went into the hospital wing first to check if it was okay for him to see you. He didn’t think he’d be able to walk past you and just leave if he was told ‘no’.

Leander came back out with a small smile. “You can see her. But Nurse Blainey said she’s on quite a lot of painkillers. Go easy on her tonight.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry again for earlier.” 

Leander waved him off and turned to leave. “See you later.”

Garreth made his way in towards your bed. He noticed Maxim was out like a rock, and was relieved for the poor man.

“Uh oh, I don’t think I did my herbology homework. I’ll need to get on that soon.” Garreth heard you say and could immediately tell how well the painkillers were working on you.

“No need to worry about it right now, dear.” Nurse Blainey chuckled as she looked over her checklist. She glanced up at Garreth as he approached. “If she wants to sleep, let her. Don’t keep her up.”

Garreth gave her a firm nod, then looked at you and noticed how out of it you really were. You were sitting up in bed and looking up at the ceiling whimsically. He was thankful you didn’t seem to be feeling all the stitched up gashes and harsh bruising on you.

Your eyes eventually landed on him and your face lit up. “There’s my boy.”

Garreth’s chest went fluttery. It had felt like ages since you had called him your anything. Merlin, I’ve missed that.

“Where have you been? I wanted to tell you I beat Leander at Summoner’s Court today. Or… wait… was that yesterday?”

Garreth let out an amused breath through his nose and went to sit in the chair at your bedside. “No, you were right. That was today.” He took your hand in his. No harm in being back with you like this for only a night, right? Especially if you were this out of it, it didn't seem like you’d remember any of it anyway. “And I believe it. Leander’s bloody terrible at Summoner’s Court. Has been since first year, the moron.”

You giggled and brought both of your hands over his, bringing it up to your lips. Garreth’s insides turned to putty. Still weak as ever for you, I see.

“How are your hands always so warm?” You looked down at his hand in wonder.

“How are yours always so cold?” The corner of his lips quirked up. He’d gladly forget everything with you tonight, go back to a better time. 

You released his hand and brought yours up to examine them. “What? You think my hands are always cold? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would have… I would… Merlin, what happened to my hands?” Noticing the discoloration and stitches, you brought them closer to your face to get a better look. Garreth grabbed a hold of your hands, covering them with his. He brought them down and began stroking his thumbs over your skin.

“Next time I go to Honeydukes, what do you want me to get you?” It was the first thing he could think of to distract you and it seemed to work wonders. You shifted a bit in the bed to face him more, excited to give him your answer.

“Oh, chocolate frogs. Is that even a question?” 

“You’re right.” He smiled at you. “It’s always chocolate frogs. I didn’t even need to ask.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you gave a quiet gasp. “Oh no, Gar. That reminds me. Did I ever get you your billywig stings?”

He chuckled. When and where is your brain right now? “Yes, you got them for me. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” You relaxed again. “Sorry. My head’s been all over the place today.”

As he nodded in agreement and bit back a laugh, a student came rushing into the hospital wing, getting both of your attention. You looked at the panicked student curiously, and Garreth was mindful to keep your hands covered with his.

“Nurse Blainey, Isaac Cooper fell off his broom! W - We didn’t want to move him -”

Nurse Blainey didn’t hesitate to go up to him. “Take me to him immediately.” She looked back to the both of you. “I’ll be back shortly.”

You watched her leave the wing, then you looked back to Garreth. You raised a brow at him and he raised one back at you. He eyed you as you shifted in bed again, freeing your hands from his and moving away from him, creating space. “Join me while she’s gone.”

Garreth’s throat went dry. He gave a little cough to regain his composure. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“You don’t want to?” You asked innocently as you laid on your side and looked up at him.

Still beyond weak for you. He exhaled and glanced back at the hospital wing entrance, then moved to lie in bed with you.

You grabbed his tie, fiddling with it as you lied there, face to face. He couldn’t help but feel completely at ease, as if he had gone back in time like you had. He brought his hand up and rested it on your cheek.

Your brows furrowed a bit, and you looked troubled.

“What’s going through your mind right now?” He asked, beginning to stroke your cheek with his thumb, careful to be gentle over your bruising.

“I feel like something bad’s going to happen this year, Gar. I can’t shake it.”

He shook his head. “Nothing bad’s going to happen.” He whispered.

You let go of his tie and met his gaze. “Then why do I feel so uneasy right now?”

He pulled you to him, tucking your head under his chin and you nuzzled into his chest. He stroked your hair as he held you. “N.E.W.T.s probably.”

You gave a soft hum. “Yeah… that’s got to be it. I hate tests.” He noticed your voice was starting to sound sleepy.

“I know you do.”

He propped his head up on his hand and looked down at you as he continued stroking your hair. He watched and waited until your breathing got heavier and you did those cute little snores of yours. Once he knew you were asleep, he kissed your temple, then slipped out of the bed as noiselessly as he could.

Just as he was about to leave, Nurse Blainey had made her way back with Isaac Cooper. He took one last glance at your sleeping form across the room, then left.

-

You didn’t know how long you had been out, but the grogginess and soreness you felt when you finally awoke was unreal. The sun was shining through the windows and you realized you were in the hospital wing. The last thing you remember was being in the arena and... You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them back up, trying to erase the image of Amelie DuPont’s mangled corpse from your head.

You looked up at the ceiling, breathing through the immense discomfort in your body. Then, something bright and blue caught your attention at the corner of your eye. You turned your head slightly to see a chocolate frog box on the bedside table. 

Who would leave a perfectly good chocolate frog lying around?

-

It was probably the first time in TriWizard Tournament history where none of the school Champions attended The Yule Ball. Was that historically accurate? Garreth wasn’t sure. But with how dramatic Headmaster Black was acting, he’d believe it was.

It was common knowledge Maxim Mainka wanted to keep to himself ever since the last challenge. Showing up to a ball was the last thing anyone expected him to do. As for you, Garreth had no idea where you were or why you hadn’t shown up yet. 

He didn’t even know what your plans were for the ball to begin with, didn’t want to ask, truth be told. Why on earth would he open up the opportunity to hear about how the woman he fumbled would be going with someone else? 

He saw how many people asked you. You had turned them all down from what he’d seen. At first, he thought maybe you’d want him to take you, but every time he brought up the ball, you’d change the topic. He could take a hint.

Garreth decided to leave and look for you. He hadn’t brought a date anyway. Why did he decide to go alone to watch the love of his life walk in and dance with someone else? He didn’t know for sure, but it was probably because he felt he deserved it, treating you the way he had this year. And it was all because he couldn’t handle being with someone so inconceivable.

He couldn’t believe he had been as upset with you as he was. It’s not like you had treated him horribly or were unfaithful. You had gone behind his back to save your best friend Natty for Merlin’s sake. You hadn’t betrayed him. You were only doing what you felt was right.

He had been so afraid of losing you forever, he convinced himself you were doing him wrong whenever you threw yourself into danger. And so, he pushed you away like an idiot. He had no idea where to begin when it came to fixing what you two had, had no idea if he even could.

Garreth asked around before he left but no one seemed to know where you were. Not even Natty knew and that had genuinely shocked him. Wherever you were in this castle, you didn’t care to be found.

-

Hopping from floo to floo for what felt like hours, Garreth had finally found you in Professor Sharp’s classroom of all places. 

Putting his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the doorway and watched you at one of the potion stations. It had been a few months since the last challenge, you weren’t fully recovered but all your scrapes and bumps had healed for the most part, only a few bandages here and there remained. 

He kept quiet and let himself just look at you. You were beautiful, all done up for the ball and brewing what looked like an edurus potion from what he could see. You looked like a dream, like you were made just for him.

“Don't you have a big, fancy Room of Requirement you could do this in?” He quipped.

Carefully dropping some more mongrel fur into the pot, you glanced over your shoulder at him. “Evening, Garreth.” You smiled politely, then turned back to your pot. “What are you doing here?”

Garreth’s face dropped a bit. You had greeted him like you were decent friends and nothing more. Isn’t this wonderful? After all, it was his bright idea. Garreth from a few months ago would have been thrilled to know you two could get to this point. And present day Garreth wanted to go back and kick Garreth from a few months ago’s ass. Turns out, he didn’t like being friends with you. Not one bit. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” He pushed up off the door frame and took slow steps towards you. 

“I ran out of mongrel fur.” You said, fixated on the brew before you. “Thankfully Professor Sharp let me take over the edurus potion he was already making.”

“I don't see Professor Sharp anywhere, just go on and admit you’re stealing it. I won’t tell.” He stepped closer. 

You shot him a brief smirk over your shoulder. You were glad to have Garreth back in your life and on such good terms too, but there were times when it just hurt. Tonight seemed especially bad. You had heard through the grapevine he asked Nellie Oggspire to the ball. Putting on a good face was taking a lot more effort than normal.

You cleared your throat, thinking of a way to keep the mood light. “How’s your night been?”

Ah, small talk. Merlin, he hated this.

He rubbed a hand down his face and came up beside you, peeking into your pot. “My night’s been fine. Looks like you need a few more ashwinder eggs.” He turned and went to go grab some for you.

“I was thinking the same thing.” You furrowed your brows and bit your lip as you stirred and looked into your pot, examining it closely to see if there was anything else it needed. 

He returned and handed the eggs to you, wishing he hadn’t caught your focus face. He was always a sucker for it.

“Thank you.” You said appreciatively, grabbing the eggs without looking at him and plopping them in. 

“Looks like that should do it.” He mused. His eyes gradually went up from the pot to your face, then down to your dress, more specifically your body in your dress. He swallowed thickly and made himself look back at the pot. “And you? How has your night been?”

“Pretty busy, I haven’t been able to get to the ball yet. One of our kneazles is having her litter tonight. Deek was going to make sure everything went smoothly while I was away, all he asked for was an edurus potion in case she got too cranky with him. Hence -” You gestured absently to yourself and the pot.

“You would spend Christmas Eve like this.” He smirked. “I thought it was a Yule Ball tradition for the champions to attend.” He crossed his arms and leaned back against the table.

You only shrugged your shoulders in response. You made yourself keep your eyes on your brew, because if you looked his way, you’d get weak at how wonderfully he cleaned up for the ball. 

Garreth… really hated this. He hated that you barely looked at him and that this was how your conversations went now. Your silences were never awkward, if there was a silence between you while you were together it was comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done. I’ll be out of here and then you can take over this station.”

He furrowed his brows. “Hmm? I don’t need to do anything. I came to see if you were in here.”

You looked at him then and he met your gaze. Don’t give me hope like that, Weasley. You averted your gaze back to your pot. “Oh, well…” You cleared your throat. “Did you… need me for something?”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t need you for anything. You weren’t at the ball and I missed you, that’s the gist of it.”

You glanced his way again. You weren’t going to let yourself have any hope until he told you he forgave you. You needed to hear those exact words, you wouldn’t let yourself jump at anything less.

“Don’t you have a date to get to tonight?” Garreth tried to sound as casual as he could. He hadn’t heard anything about who you’d be going with. But whoever they were, they weren’t with you now. Maybe he could ease himself into the pain instead of getting a full on shock when he finally sees you dance with someone else.

“Would you believe no one asked me?”

“Not for a second." He scoffed. "Even if I hadn’t seen people asking you with my own eyes.”

You chuckled. “Well, no date for me. I uh - I needed to go at my own pace tonight. Didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s Yule Ball just because -” You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a humorless huff, “- just because my head’s such a goddamn mess right now.”

Garreth eyed you with concern. Then he processed even more of what you said. “You were never going with anyone?”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t go with anyone either.”

You looked at him, surprise evident on your face. “You didn’t?”

Garreth held your gaze and shook his head.

“But… I thought you were going with Nellie.”

Garreth raised a brow at you, genuinely confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Well I - I heard from a few different people you had asked her.” You quickly looked away from him, a little embarrassed your jealousy and hurt were coming through.

Garreth shook his head, wanting to reassure you more than anything it wasn’t true. “I never asked her. I never asked anyone, I promise you.”

“I mean… it’s alright if you did, Garreth. You don’t owe me anything.”

He took a moment to take in your words, and they didn’t sit right with him. “I owe you everything.”

You stilled, your heart rate picked up, and you weren’t really sure if you imagined what he had just said.

“It’s you who owes me nothing.” He stepped as close to you as he could without touching you. “But I’d like it if you called me Gar again.” 

You slowly looked up at him and searched his eyes. “You’ve forgiven me?” You asked in a whisper, your throat constricting as your vision began to blur with tears.

He shook his head. “There was never anything to forgive.” He reached up and cupped your face in his hands. A few tears overflowed out of your eyes and he wiped them away with his thumbs. “Walking away from you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And that’s saying something. I’ve done some pretty stupid things.” He tried to jest, and he was elated it got you to smile. “I can be yours. Easily. If you’ll have me.”

You couldn’t speak, and Garreth held his breath while he waited for your answer. After your brain caught up with everything that was happening, you nodded your head. 

Garreth released the breath he was holding and nearly collapsed with relief. He didn’t waste a second more and not so delicately placed his lips atop yours. Your hands moved up to his chest as you kissed him back, fisting the fabric of his coat. This was nowhere near your first kiss together, yet you felt brand new to each other. And you wanted to familiarize yourselves all over again. 

The pot began to sizzle. With his mouth still on yours, Garreth peeked one eye open to check on it. He groaned and tore himself from you, going to stir it. Chuckling, you got the flask ready for him. 

“What a team we are.” Garreth smirked as he scooped the edurus potion into the flask.

You capped it and looked up at him. “Acting like I didn’t do most of the work, are you?”

He smirked. “Tough talk for -” He looked back at you and your amused features sent his insides into a tizzy. “Tough talk for someone who…” His words drifted off and he smiled at you like a dullard. 

You started to laugh and raised your eyebrows at him. “Are you having a stroke?”

“Shut up.” He bashfully looked away from you and hummed, trying to unscramble his brain. “I um - I’m trying to go along and keep the joke going, but you look -” He let out a breathy whew sound. “You look amazing right now and it’s making me nervous.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you went fluttery at his words. It was your turn to feel bashful. You shook your head and playfully shoved him. Then you went up and pecked him on the cheek. “Come on, let’s get this to Deek.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

-

The Room of Requirement’s door formed before you and Garreth. And he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride. It usually only let you in, but this made it twice now that the room felt he should be in there with you.

You two made your way in and he looked around, confused. “Where would the kneazles be?”

You laced your fingers through his. “This way.” You guided him through the bottom floor vivarium and he was almost getting annoyed at how insane this room was.

“Sweet Merlin, I thought this was a greenhouse or something.” He looked all over, breathing in the fresh air and smiling at all the magical beasts that ran up to sniff and examine him. “Is that a baby puffskein?”

You chuckled. “It is. Could you play with him while I get this to Deek? He’s been extra needy lately.”

“On it.” Garreth released you and knelt down, picking up the tiny creature that could easily fit in one hand. He gave the puffskein some scratches on the head. “How am I supposed to be okay with my girl being around a handsome little devil like you? You could steal her away at any given moment.” The puffskein looked up at him and tilted its head. Garreth let out a little gasp. “And you know it too, you shameless bastard.”

“Despite calling my magical beasts shameless bastards, you seem to be pretty good with them.” You said as you returned, hitching up your dress a bit, and kneeling down next to him.

“What can I say? I’ve learned a thing or two since I started paying attention in beasts class. Had to step up my game when this new girl arrived, you see. Cute thing, adored beasts.”

You smiled at him. “Funny, sounds like how I got so good at potions.”

He glanced at you and that bashfulness returned. You gave him too many butterflies for him to be able to keep his calm. To hide his jittery nerves, he kept up the head scratches on the puffskein. 

A nearby baby mooncalf started to get jealous at the attention the puffskein was getting and ran up to you. You chuckled and picked her up, giving her some scratches behind her ear. You looked over at Garreth, noticing he got quiet. You nudged him with your shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

He could only glance at you briefly, if he looked at you any longer he’d be a bumbling mess. He cleared his throat. Merlin’s beard, toss out a joke or something, Weasley. “I’m thinking you better not get any ideas from us holding baby beasts.”

You scoffed, but then decided to tease him. “Uh oh. It might be too late for that.”

He slowly set down the puffskein and looked at you with raised brows. “Now now, no need to panic. Just put down the mooncalf, yeah?” 

You let out a shaky breath, playing along. “A - Alright.” You set her down gently, and she ran off to go play with her moon ball. 

Garreth pulled the both of you up to your feet. “Better?”

You fanned your face with your hand as if you needed to cool yourself down. “I think it’s too late. The baby fever’s consuming me. Take me, Gar. I’m ready.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He took cautious steps backwards to get some distance between you two. “As arousing as that was.”

“Give in, Weasley. It’s our last year at Hogwarts, I think we both know what’s coming next.” You warned. Garreth stepped back even further from you, thinking of an escape plan. Before he could get any further, you bolted after him.

“Get away from me!” He laughed as he ran from you, dodging and weaving through the vivarium to try and shake you. 

“I’m gonna getcha!” 

“No!” You two were laughing hysterically as you ran up and down the vivarium field. “What in Merlin’s name?! How are you so fast in that dress?!” 

“Oh, you’re not escaping the Hogwarts Champion, darling!” You had grabbed a hold of his coat but he slipped out of it, narrowly escaping you.

“Dammit!” You laughed, dropping his coat to the ground.

He left the vivarium and you ran after him. You caught sight of him heading up the stairs. He glanced back at you briefly and realized he hadn’t lost you as much as he thought. 

“Oh shit!” He laughed and picked up the pace. Without thinking he went into the beach vivarium. The sand slowed him down instantly and he kicked off his dress shoes to keep running. 

As soon as you entered the beach vivarium, you kicked off your shoes as well, picking your dress up off the ground and going back after him.

He saw you coming and panicked. He looked back and forth between you and the water. He quickly decided to take off his socks and go to the shore. He saw you slow down and eye him defeatedly. 

“Ha! What’s the matter? Don’t want to get your dress wet? Such a shame.” He looked at you cheekily as he bent down and rolled up his pant legs. He gave you a smug smile and walked further into the water, deep enough to submerge his calves, kicking and splashing tauntingly.

“I can’t believe you’d let me suffer like this.” You meandered up to the water, tentatively dipping your big toe in and nothing more.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and kept the triumphant smile on his face. “Oh don’t pout, this is for the best. We don’t really want little Garreths running around, do we?” His smile faded and his eyes widened when a thought entered his head. “Oh Merlin, little Garreths running around wielding ancient magic… What masochist would want that?”

You shook your head and tried to bite back your amused smile, lifting your dress a little higher and dipping your toe in again. Garreth went a little mad at the sight. Oh no, maybe I’m the masochist who wants that.

Sighing dramatically, your head fell back and you closed your eyes, letting the vivarium's sun warm your face.

Fuck… I really want that. In that moment, there was no doubt in his mind, he was going to get on one knee the second you two graduated from Hogwarts.

“Truce?” You asked.

Garreth could only keep staring.

When he didn’t answer, you opened one eye and peeked over at him. “No truce?”

A small smile tugged at his lips, but it wasn’t a humorous one. It was a simple one, full of love. “Just come here, why don’t you?” He walked through the water towards you and held out his hand. You took it, meeting him halfway and getting the hem of your dress wet.

Garreth couldn’t seem to hold it together anymore. He cupped your face and pulled you in for another kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. He was always amazed at how soft you were, and he wanted you beyond reason right now.

Keeping his mouth on yours, he scooped you up into his arms. 

Your surprised yelp was muffled against his mouth. You pulled away and looked at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You were going to make a joke, but the way his eyes were on you kept your mouth shut. 

He walked the two of you out of the vivarium and his eyes roamed the room. “Direct me to a couch or something. Anywhere for Christ’s sake.”

You pointed across the balcony and giggled. “Over there, you brute.” 

He made his way over with you, leaving a trail of sand in his wake. He set you down and gently guided you to sit on the couch, kissing you all over as he did so. He then placed himself on the ground between your legs and began pushing up your dress. Locking his eyes with yours as he reached under and pulled down your underclothes. 

His member throbbed against the fabric of his pants when he caught a glimpse of your core, but you shut your legs together. He looked up at you in concern. You were biting your lip and looking away from him. 

“What’s wrong?” He went up onto the couch a bit and brought a hand to your cheek to get you to look at him, he pecked the corner of your mouth.

You shook your head and scoffed at yourself, shooting your hands up to cover your face. He smirked when you started snickering and he tried pulling your hands away.

You groaned like you were embarrassed. “I’m really nervous for some reason.”

Garreth chuckled with you and leaned forward to kiss at your neck. “Why are you nervous?” He asked against your skin and you could feel him smiling. “Not to brag, but I’ve seen you naked quite a few times already.”

“I know.” You sighed. “Maybe because it’s been a while or… or…” Your words drifted off as he began to suck on that spot below your ear, he hadn’t forgotten how you liked to be touched. Hopefully he could help put you at ease a little bit more.

He felt your body start to relax and he kissed down your neck. He pulled away to glance at you and you gave him a small nod. He went back to the ground on his knees before you, hitching up your dress again to reveal your heat. His breathing grew heavy and he placed your legs over his shoulders. 

He brought his lips to your folds like an opened mouthed kiss, his tongue tracing along. You jolted a bit at the sensation, feeling a little extra ticklish with it having been a while since he’d last done this, but he kept you steady with a strong hold on your thighs. 

He was starting to lose himself tasting you again after all this time. The wetness of your fluids and his spit mixing together had his member aching. Your breaths came out shallow as you watched him. His eyes were closed as his tongue rediscovered you, his fingernails dug into your thighs, hurting in the best way. He licked up to the top of your slit, and began sucking gently. 

“A - Ah! Garreth!” You whined as your muscles suddenly tensed and twitched at the sensation. He loved hearing you cry his name like that, and he was eager to get more out of you. But a thought occurred to him, and his body stiffened.

He took his mouth off of you and quickly glanced around. “That Deek fellow’s not here right?”

“He’ll be in the vivarium all night.” You said breathily. “Now keep going.” You grabbed his head and pulled him back to you.

“Right, sorry.” He put his mouth back on you and picked up where he left off. 

Your head fell back and you kept one hand on his head, fingers getting a solid grip on his locks. You had started to make the smallest of grinding motions as he kept at you, this was how he always knew you were close. He kept up his tongue patterns and could feel your hips pickup more and more. You let out another whine and gripped his hair with both of your hands then. He held onto your thighs tight when you began to convulse, riding out your pleasure on his face.

You slumped back on the couch, going a little limp, legs sliding off his shoulders. You caught your breath and he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still got it.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled as you stood to your feet and he stood with you. Your giggles were muffled when he fused his lips with yours. 

You began undoing his buttons, taking off his vest then going for his shirt. You two broke from your kiss and he looked down to help you, both of your fingers shaky and hurried.

He shrugged off his shirt and went back for your lips as it fell to the ground. His hands gripped your hips, turning you so your back would be to him, keeping his mouth on yours until the last second. He then started undoing the back of your dress, planting open mouthed kisses on your shoulder and nipping your skin here and there as he did so. You could only bite your lip in anticipation as you waited for him to finish. 

Once you felt the dress was loose enough, you shimmied out of it and turned to face him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and claiming his lips again. He held you flush against him, making you feel how much he needed you through his pants.

You tore your lips from his and started unbuckling his belt. He didn’t help you this time, and just watched in a carnal haze as you went for the last of his clothes. Once you had undone his belt and pants you pulled them down, going to your knees as you did so. He hissed a breath through his teeth when you took him in your mouth and his hand shot up to get a gentle hold on your head.

As your mouth moved up and down his length, his breathing picked up and his insides felt like a furnace. But he didn’t want to finish yet, he wanted to be inside you again. He let his head fall back, enjoying it just a moment longer. Getting close enough to the edge, he looked back down at you and pulled himself away from your mouth. There was a line of spit from your tongue to his tip briefly. When it broke, you wiped it from your chin and looked up at him, your features flushed. He nearly burst at the sight.

You stood to your feet and took his hands in yours, guiding him back to the couch. He followed, completely hypnotized by you. You laid back and pulled him down on top of you. He brought his mouth down on yours heartily as he positioned himself between your legs. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at the two of you about to join. He took his member in his hand and rubbed it along your folds, coating himself in your wetness. 

He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You gasped lightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. It took everything in him to keep his hip thrusts slow and not completely lose himself in you just yet. 

“I missed you.” He sighed against your neck. “I missed you so much.”

You mewled softly at his words and the feel of him filling you. Wrapping your arms around him tighter, you wanted to melt into him more than you ever had before. “I love you.”

"Mmh." With a low groan, he hitched your legs up a bit higher around him, picking up the pace and grinding into you at an even better angle. "Say that again…" 

"I love you." You whimpered as his hips picked up the pace, making you unable to speak as clearly as before.

"I love you." He said back. His breathing heavy in your ear as he tried to bury himself even deeper inside you with each thrust.

The noises you were making had his control start to fray at the seams. Grunts began to escape him as his hips pounded into you. He was nearing his climax again.

“Not yet not yet.” You said breathily, trying to push him back a bit. He nodded his head, a little delirious, but his mind still functioned enough to know you wanted to swap positions. The two of you adjusted so that he was the one on his back and you were on top. He caught his breath as he edged away from finishing again. 

You straddled him, careful not to put him back in you yet. You leaned down and kissed him. He placed one hand on your hip while the other had a grip in your hair, holding you to him like this until he felt he was ready to go again.

“Alright.” He whispered against your lips after a moment, and you shifted back. He let out a slow exhale as you sunk yourself onto him, gripping your hips. 

He was in you fully again, and your heat surrounding him as he lied back was bliss. You began to move up and down on him, resting your hands on his chest as you did so. As much as he wanted you to enjoy yourself up there for as long as your heart desired, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with this view of you bouncing on him as you were.

A throaty groan escaped him. "I’m almost there... Keep going.” He panted, furrowing his brows and looking down at your slit going up and down his length. “Fuck I’m about to -”

You withdrew from him and moved to take him in your mouth, he shot his hands to your head and held you on him as he released in your throat, grunting and spasming until there was nothing left.

You swallowed him as you sat up, then wiped at your mouth. “Still got it.” 

Garreth scoffed and threw an arm over his eyes while he recovered, using his free hand to rub your thigh. “Don’t mock me, I’m too vulnerable right now.”

You adjusted so that you were laying on top of him, he held you in his arms and ran his fingers lightly along your back. He looked up at the ceiling, completely at ease as you traced little shapes on his chest. He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Is the ball still going?” You asked.

“I think so.” He answered, his voice a little raspy.

“Want to go back before it ends?”

“Not particularly. Do you?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Good, I want to stay like this a bit longer.”

You nodded your head and sighed. “Me too. After everything… after that last challenge…” Garreth held you tighter, not wanting you to think about such a horrific memory. “Tonight was everything. Thank you.”

Garreth placed his lips on top of your head. Then decided he wanted to be like this with you for more than just a bit longer. “Let me grab my wand.” You nodded your head and shifted so he could get up and search his clothes. “Ah, it’s in my coat.” He picked up his pants and put them back on. “I’ll be right back.”

You sat up to move towards your dress.

“No. Stay right where you are, exactly as you are.” He picked up his shirt, slipping it back on and only doing a few of his buttons. 

You smiled and laid back down on the couch as he walked off.

It didn’t take long for Garreth to find his coat. He saw the baby puffskein and baby mooncalf napping on it, and decided to just grab his wand and leave it. 

Once he did, he glanced around for the moonstone he thought he saw earlier while running for his life from you. A smile tugged at his lips thinking back on it. 

Turning the moonstone he found into a large, furry blanket, he made his way back to you. 

“Don’t worry this blanket came from moonstone.” He said as he splayed it out over you. “No magical beasts were harmed conjuring this.” 

“Thank you.” You sighed gratefully, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself.

He shot you a smile as he undid his shirt, taking it off again. As he started undoing his belt and pants, he looked at the couch and furrowed his brows. “The couch wasn’t that big before, was it?”

You stiffened and used the blanket to hide your grin.

“Did you enlarge it?”

“No.” Your voice was muffled under the blanket.

“You had your wand this whole time?”

You turned away from him on the couch.

His eyes went wide at you as he pulled down his pants. “You minx! You just let me go out in the cold like that?” He came up and slid under the blanket behind you, pulling you back against him and closing his eyes. He sighed, exhausted. “To think I could have stayed naked this whole time...”

“I tried to get it but you told me to stay where I was.” You argued, the sleepiness clear as day in your voice.

He hummed in amusement. “I did, didn’t I? I’m such an idiot.” He cackled, sleepiness also coming through in his voice. 

“No, you’re sweet.”

It didn’t take long at all for you two to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Dealing with Deek stumbling upon you two and possibly telling his Aunt Matilda seemed like a morning problem.

[generalhumancloudalmond2]

Treasures

Platonic!Yandere!Zhongli x Child!Fem!Reader

You've never been to the abode of adeptus before and didn't know what it was supposed to look like, so when you first found yourself in it, you were a little disappointed. In your head, the abode looked like a fabulous and at the same time mysterious, with some magical landscapes and complex mechanisms, but in fact, this place turned out to be quite ordinary. There were no flying islands, no waterfalls flowing upward, or any other incredible things.

There was a large clearing with a pond, a lot of plants, a huge tree, under which there was a stone table and a house nearby, of which there were many in Liyue.

"What do you think?"

Zhongli was still holding you in his arms, he didn't let you go for a second from the moment he decided to take you here. However, now that the entrance to the abode has been closed, unlike you, he has become much calmer.

"It looks normal..."

"Normal? Isn't that what you like?

"No, it's beautiful here, I just expected a little different... um... Zhongli, can we go home? I just don't think we can be here..."

"Please don't worry about it, my little dragon..."

Zhongli saw how you were worried and fussing, trying to find the gate through which you entered. For this reason, for the first time in a long time, he decided to go along with his true nature, and butt you with his forehead... It was unexpected. You didn't even realize what he was doing right away. It wasn't like a competition or a way to measure strength, he was too neat and gentle for that. But it's fair to say that it really distracted you.

"Zhongli, what are you doing?"

"Haha, I'm sorry, I just wanted to play with you this way."

The consultant stopped butting your head and carried you towards the little house while you were still in turmoil.

"I won't do that anymore if you don't want to."

You wanted to answer him, but your attention was immediately intercepted by one of the little trinkets that was lying in a chest that was not so far from the bed. It was a small oval doll, exactly like the one you saw in one of the souvenir shops in the harbor. Taking a closer look, you saw that every thing from this chest was one of those that you often stared at in shops and that you really liked. Is there really an adepti who likes the same things as you?

"Do you want to play?"

Zhongli nodded in the direction of that treasured chest, which had become the object of his pride. Throughout the year, he collected everything that only your eye would like and what your little hands would reach for. He has, without any understatement, collected your personal treasure chest for you.

Going to the chest, the consultant finally let you go and took out a few things from there. Even though you were standing behind him uncertainly, shifting from one foot to the other, but there was a bright fire of desire in your eyes.

"Can I really?"

"Of course it's all yours. Y/n, I have to make some food, so I need to move away, can you wait for me here until I'm done? After lunch, we will definitely look at everything else and I will answer all your questions."

The last sentence makes you calm down and agree to accept this outcome of events.

"Alright. I promise it won't take long."

After that, Zhongli decides to leave the room. As he leaves, he turns around and looks at how you awkwardly sort out your treasures. He is pleased to look at such a picture. After all, dragons should have their own little treasures.

[maikissed]

being a girl in love III

Kylian Mbappé x reader, au

I like these two, I've decided to give our girly a name in this one, planning to make more chapters because why not 🤭 I used some french, so forgive me for any wrong spelling haha Anyway enjoy!

warning: soft smut

As she stood at the end of the room with her eyes glued in one direction she felt like a main character of an exhausting satire in which love as it is all around seems to avoid her at all costs, making her yearn for it to come and embrace her, yet instead flee away every time she tries to reach for it, laughing at her face as it does. Is it a curse of a young soul? To feel the love that instead of filling you it’s leaving you hollow? Or is it a tragedy of all human being? To feel at all?

Breathing steady she watched him being surrounded by a group of girls, each of them so hungry for his attention. He’s always been this person, confident and so charismatic, full of magnetism, making everyone drawn into him. But lately he’s been turning into something even bigger, a star, and he was shining already, she could see that clearly. Those wonderful opportunities that kept coming to him made her proud and joyful, of course! But it kept digging at her heart at it’s best, taking him away from her. She wondered how much time has she left, to see him the way she has had all this time.

She brought the tall glass up to her lips feeling slightly ridiculous standing there stiffly, dressed in a carefully selected little outfit. It wasn’t something provocative yet the short tennis skirt that revealed her long legs started bugging her, bringing in thoughts as if she tried too hard to drawn eyes to her. And there she was, hiding in a corner in a pretty, neat skirt and her lips glossy.

“Do you need a refill?” she heard somebody’s voice on her right.

Still holding the glass near her lips she brought her eyes to the side to meet with a very bright blue ones of a boy at least two heads taller than her. Quite pleasant height difference, she thought. But without a word she simply handed him her glass still half full of the drink and passed him, heading straight to the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house. At least she was at her place, so she choose to hide for the rest of the night somewhere where she can stop pretending. And she didn’t realise that somebody’s dark curious eyes followed her up. 

She didn’t mind the loud noises echoing through the walls, though it was slightly quieter as she curled up on her bed with a book in her hands. Unfortunately she could not focus on the words displayed in front of her, as she kept re-reading sentences and turning back pages to understand the strand of the plot. What was it again? But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves*.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room. It startled her.

“Zoe? Are you in there?”

She froze when she realised it was Kylian’s voice, still she got up and reached for the knob. The first thing she felt was his fresh, citrus scent, then she felt her heart at the bottom of her stomach. God, so that’s what they meant when they said love makes one stupid.

“Why did you sneak out so quickly?” he asked effortlessly.

“I was bored”

He simply nodded at her answer, briefly looking behind her as if to check if she was alone.

“Can I come in?” his voice low and calm.

After letting him inside she headed back straight to the bed and he followed. It didn’t surprise her at all. It has happened before.

She snorted noticing him making himself comfortable with his head rested on the biggest fluffy pillow in her collection.

“Were you not enjoying the party?” she asked curiously, grabbing back the book that laid on the nightstand.

“I got a bit tired”

“What is it? You don’t like it?” her index finger rested at the edge of the book page.

“What?” he curiously turned his head in her direction.

“The attention” she looked back at him.

His eyes were so dark, it might have the power to hypnotize against your will. But she looked nonetheless.

A smug smirk appeared on his face, the one that always made him look like a cocky bastard. She loved it. She bit the inside of her cheek trying to surpass the foolish grin.

“It’s nice but I don’t really care for it”

She gasped sarcastically.

“A teenage boy, does not care for a women attention” imitating a shocked face she laughed afterwards.

He rose up on his elbow to face her. A gentle smile still visible on his face.

“So we’re talking about women attention?”

She rolled her eyes focusing back on the open pages on her lap.

“You’re getting a lot of it” she shrugged.

“Is that wrong?” his voice turned lower.

She stiffened. The paper under her palm started turning tacky.

“No..” she replied drawlingly.

Her features frowned in concentration as she pretended to read her book in utter fascination.

“What are you reading?” changing the subject he did not move the slightest.

She could feel his heavy gaze on her. The ghost of their previous conversation still lingering above them.

“Master and Margarita”

“What is that?”

“It’s a novel of Russian literature”

“Sounds tough”

She smiled at his answer.

“Would you read to me?”

His question struck her dumb. She brought her eyes up to look his way. His expression softer than before.

“Out loud?”

His eyes glinted in amusement as he noticed her confusion. It was really sweet, her eyes turned round and sparkly.

“You can whisper if you prefer. But you have to move closer or I won’t hear very well” he joked laying his head back on the pillow.

She considered. Looking back at the top of the chapter she cleared her throat with intention to read the first sentence. But surprisingly something different left her mouth. And she almost bit off her own tongue at the sound of it:

“Did you fuck Lea?”

She could feel a little stir on the side, but did not dare to look.

“Is that in the book?” he asked.

“No, it was a question” she commented almost bringing herself in dismay of this straightforwardness.

But it was done.

“Who’s Lea?”

She shot him a scolding look. She chose to act insolent and he decided to play dumb. What a fantastic combination.

“That friend of yours? I don’t really know her. What kind of question is that?” his voice turned stern and it made her uncomfortable.

She regretted the question deeply.

“Forget about it” she shrugged trying to stand up but he caught her arm in time, making her sit back down.

“Zoe” he murmured searching for her eyes.

Oh, she was in trouble. She looked up into his big eyes and felt so, so stupid. Why she has to be so stupid? A little wrinkle appeared between his brows.

“I made a mistake, sorry” she tried to play it off, because something was seriously wrong here.

She could read in his expression that he would not let it pass forgotten so she sighed in surrender.

“She said that you were together at Theo’s party few weeks ago”

“Doing what?”

“Kylian” she protested begging him in her thoughts to not make her say it.

He moved, sitting back and leaning his back against the pillows.

“You started it” he snapped back.

It angered her that he was so agitated with this subject. Maybe she had no right to ask, but she did not like this attitude he was showing.

“I don’t know what she said to you but I didn’t touch her, ever. That’s fucked up”

“So she lied, it’s settled”

She stood up feeling the urge to create some space between them since the atmosphere switched from warm and friendly into an awkward quarrel. Looking at the clock on the dresser she realised the time was very late and she would love to change from her indecently short skirt to some comfortable sleep shorts. The weight of the silence that formed in her room squeezed at her throat. She wondered what he was thinking about now, glad that he actually denied if something ever happened between him and her friend. Or maybe he was the one who lied, but why would he feel the need to?

She heard the movement on the bed behind her and tensed wondering if he’s going to leave her because of this pathetic act of impudence directed his way. And she will regret it to the point where it starts eating at her heart.

“Come here” he called to her, gently but his low and deep voice caused shivers to run down her spine.

The word choice almost knocked her out. A demand that made her legs go weak. And how dare he make her feel like this? Small and so full of desire that she couldn’t even think straight? Was it his intention to fuck her up all the way?

As a stubborn and proud girl she was she turned around keeping a vexed face on. He was sitting at the edge of the bed with his elbows propped on the knees.

“Are you trying to boss me around in my own room?” a shaky breath out.

He did something and she noticed. He eyed her down, eyes high on her legs. God.

“I’m sorry” he snickered “Zoe, would you please come and sit next to me?”

She hesitated biting on her lip. Slowly she approached him and he straightened up.

“I’ve never been with a girl” he confessed looking at her confidently.

For a moment she stopped breathing, surprised by his words, confused since she was sure he must have already reached for something that’s been presented to him on a plate. These girls has been dying to have a moment with him, to talk about nothing with him, to spend time in his presence, to touch his arm, to lend him notes if he asked or a goddamn pen during class. He had so much confidence and charm around him, there was no way… But he spoke the truth and he wasn’t ashamed of it. She saw it in his eyes.

She spoke nothing back yet.

“You? Have you been with someone?” he asked looking away and she went stiff.

“No” her voice weaker that she thought it would be.

“I saw you with Jules couple of times” he fiddled with his fingers and she frowned in curiosity.

He broke the character, it was a sign of nervousness.

“He’s not exactly someone I want” she whispered observing his reaction.

Finally he looked back at her and her heart stopped once again. Wherever this was going she surely is going to loose her mind in the meantime.

“So” he continued “There is someone”

She nodded slowly.

“Do I know him?” he frowned blinking fast as if unsure if he should even ask.

“Mhm” she murmured fighting the need to kiss him now in this moment, her body full of doubt if it won’t be another tremendous mistake of hers.

But he saw something in her eyes. She wasn’t sure what but his own iris shone so vividly and shortly after he reached with his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A breath caught in her throat. He heard that.

Her loving heart almost burst through her chest, pumping the hot blood in every vain as if it was bringing back life into her limbs.

Unexpectedly he wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her closer to him, one of her legs bent at the knee met with his hip so he put the other over his thigh to minimalize the distance. Her skirt hiked up ridiculously high and it hit her again, the need. She was so unexperienced but she wanted to strip herself bare in front of this boy, to show him it belonged to him. Since the first moment she started changing into a woman.

They both weren’t sure what to do then, so the next moments were full of deep stares, their breathing mixing and their hearts beating to each other. So sweet and so blissful it felt like a dream.

Bringing up her hands she put them on his nape thinking about nothing else but his lips so close. She couldn’t tell who leaned in first but when they finally kissed something instantly switched inside of her as she came to the realisation that he wanted her the same way she wanted him. And she had him here, under her palms. Both of them a bit nervous about the gentle contact yet determined to have a proper taste of each other. She opened her mouth feeling his tongue grazing her lower lip and an uncontrolled moan left her throat when it connected with hers. He wasn’t her first kiss but it felt so new, she’s never been kissed this way. He broke the contact at the little sound and the look on his face was so full of desire it made her head spin. Two horny teenagers at the verge of resilience.

All of a sudden in the midst of it all there was a knock on the door. The noise from downstairs came back more prominent and the reality struck her hard. Someone pulled at the doorknob shortly after and she froze in distress. Luckily the door was locked.

“Zoe?” she could tell it was her brother “Have you seen Kylian?”

She locked eyes with Kylian, watching a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

“Je dors, Anto (I’m sleeping)” she answered, her voice suspiciously shaky.

Her brother was definitely too drunk to notice anything misplaced. Kylian squeezed her thigh and she jumped nervously sending him a scolding look.

They waited a few seconds but there came no response, only some voices disappearing down the corridor.

“They’re going to kill me” Kylian muttered placing a hand on her cheek, thumb tracing her lips delicately.

“My brothers?” she placed her hands on the boy’s chest, making him rest against the pillows.

Carefully she straddled him, positioning herself in the most perfect way it made his eye widen. She could feel him already and all the muscles in her tummy twitched making her loose her breath for a second. She had a lot of trouble breathing tonight.

“You’re a big boy Mbappé, you can handle them”

His hands reached for her hips as if to stop her from any movement or to try and guide her against him. Yet he stayed still, his touch soft but firm. That magical feeling she tasted back then in the river came back thousand times stronger.

“Are you planning to stay and hide in my room till the morning?”

“All alone with you in this bed? It’s risky” he murmured admiring her seated on top of him.

It struck her with a huge dose of confidence. She lowered her upped body, placing her hands on each side of his head. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, pupils blown wide with his mouth slightly ajar. She was mesmerized at the sight of him, her dream boy, she intended to keep him hers. She felt she had all the power right now to make it that way.

She leaned in and kissed him gently before moving away to grab the edges of her sweater to pull it off her body. His eyes glinted as if he was a little boy gifted the fanciest present he could ever dream of. She watched him intake a big breath.

“I’m a dead man” he shook his head as his eyes roamed her chest covered by a silky material of the bra.

She liked this one, so she was glad she wore it tonight. Small victories. 

She smirked watching him get up to pull her closer to his chest. Tingles spread quickly all over her body after he placed his hot lips on her collarbone, tracing the delicate skin of her neck to finally reach her mouth. He hummed into the kiss making her press herself firmly against him. It stunned both of them as they could feel their bodies respond to this intimate touch.

“Merde” he breathed “Can this pretty skirt go?”

She smiled shyly at his question, moving away from him to stand up, confidently reaching for the zipper of the clothing, making sure she’ll make a little show of taking it off. She slid the material off her hips and down her thighs slowly, his eyes following the movement in utter fascination. Zoe blushed furiously as he focused his attention on her clothed sex.

“It’s not fair” she said “You’re fully clothed”

He smirked amused.

“I’ll undress if you do a spin”

The requirement made her chuckle.

Oh, boy.

“Am I a model at an exhibition?” she bantered.

“Tu es la plus belle fille sur laquelle j'ai jamais posé les yeux (You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on). Please, can I see you?”

The look on her face turned serious. Her heart squished with affection, she’s never heard such words filled with admiration of her beauty. Easy way to make a girl fall for a boy, but she trusted him.  

A bit unsure she took a step taking her time to turn around, letting him observe her body as he wished. Gentle move, she felt as if wasn’t sexy enough to impress him. He was already on his feet when she faced him, taking his shirt off swiftly. She blinked quickly feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight which wasn’t new to her, it’s the situation so knew and so exciting. Stepping closer he reached for her, pulling her closer, his nose nuzzling her ear.

“Your heart is beating so fast” he whispered and she giggled remembering their little moment in the river.

Guiding her fingers lower down his chest, taking pleasure in the feeling of his silky skin under her palms, she reached for the button of the pants he was wearing. She was desperate to feel him again against her. Looking into his eyes she searched for permission.

“Go on” he murmured, his hands low on her back.

He brought his lips back to her throat, the sensation made her close her eyes, head thrown back, fingers shaky at the top of the zipper of his pants. She whimpered when he bit down at the skin near her ear. His pants already on the floor. Taking her hand in his he guided them back to bed.

I really just cut it in the most interesting moment.........

*Michaił Bułhakow, Master and Margarita, 1967

[yumizurueleonora]

idk if you still want to take requests for the angsty sentence starter thing, but maybe 1 for akitoya, and then 13 and 17 for toya and harumichi? you can pick one or all of them haha

YES YES I AM THANK YOU GREAT PROMPT CHOICE I LIKED THIS :DD

1: “I’m just so afraid.”

Fuck. Fuck.

Akito can’t breathe.

He has to practice. He has to keep going.

The night stretches out, and that’s just another reminder of how Akito can’t stop.

Chasing that moon. That… gorgeous, delicate moon.

There’s so much fear in his chest. It’s suffocating.

That gentle voice is ringing in his head, saying words that make Akito’s heart shatter. Cutting him every time he tries to pick up the pieces.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you grew up and stopped chasing some tiny event that no-one’s even heard of outside of this town?”

It was a long time ago. Akito knows that. But…

But it’s still ringing in his head. He can’t stop it.

And that face is in his vision. Bruised and cold.

So cold.

He’s a terrible partner.

That voice keeps ringing in his head no matter how hard he sings.

And it’s only getting louder. Louder and louder.

“Akito!”

It’s almost like… he’s here…

His eyes flutter shut, and there are suddenly arms around him.

He doesn’t even need to see them. He knows those manicured fingers and long arms.

“…How’d you know?” Akito asks, and Toya chuckles softly.

“Partner sense.” He responds, but then his tone changes. “What are you doing, Akito?”

“Practicing.” Akito sighs.

“That wasn’t practice. That was… dangerous. Violent. Your voice was a honed blade.”

“Oh, come on. You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I?”

Akito stays silent, and Toya sighs.

“I’m afraid, Akito. I’m just so afraid for you.”

There’s another pang in Akito’s chest, and…

And Akito doesn’t know what to do.

So he just stays silent. In Toya’s arms. Feeling the pain that’s shared between them.

“Come home with me. My parents are out, we can play Pokémon or something.”

And Akito wants to tell him that he needs to keep practicing. That he’s also afraid. That he’s scared that Toya will leave him again, for good this time.

But he knows his partner. He won’t let that go.

So instead he just laughs softly and opens his eyes.

“Okay.”

And again, the pain continues. But that’s alright.

It’s alright for now.

13. “You never listen to me.”/17. “I have to leave.”

It’s always so… messy whenever Harumichi and Toya get into a fight.

Toya’s pacing the floor back and forth, an intense expression on his face.

It’s like looking in a mirror.

“You never listen to me!” Toya starts, his eyes flashing with a cold fire. “Why?! Why can’t you understand, Father?!”

“You’ll understand when you’re older.” Harumichi simply says, keeping his own temper under control.

It should come like second nature, but there’s a strange bubbling in his chest.

He’s a child. There’s no reason to yell.

But Toya keeps going, and he can’t keep repeating the same thing over and over again.

“Insolent child! You’re so stubborn!”

“Pot, meet kettle!” Toya snaps back. “Yes, I’m so stubborn! It’ll lead me to ruin! Then to my ruin I shall go! Why do you insist on dictating my life?!”

“Because for us, there is no other path for happiness than classical music!”

“No other path?! If someone told you that your only path to happiness was to be a doctor, when you can barely stand going to the hospital to see Saki, would your heart not strain to be free?!”

That sentence… breaks something in Harumichi.

And there’s an echo in his head.

That grating voice.

“Worthless, worthless, worthless! God, why did I have to be cursed with a child like you?!”

“That’s different.” Harumichi says, almost robotically, and Toya’s entire body tenses up.

“You don’t even care, do you? All you want is for me to be made in your image! I need to leave, I’ll be at the Tenmas’!”

Toya walks out the door and slams it behind him, and Harumichi collapses onto the couch.

He’ll never understand, will he?

That this is the only path for their family. It’s what they’re meant to do, and people will try to pull them away from it all their lives.

And they’ll go, for only a pinch of that sweet thing called love.

Fate has decided it long ago.

And all Harumichi can do is try to drag Toya back from that pain, that torture before it’s too late.

[mad-maximoff]

𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈

Dark AOU WandaXReader (Quick Fic)

Summary: Wanda is adjusting to living in a new country. In a new home, Tony decides to throw a massive party to celebrate defeating Ultron. Wanda becomes quite attached to you. Once she sees Natasha flirt with you, she wants you to know who you belong to.

Warnings: Dub/con, Language, Possessiveness, BDSM (bondage/degrading/Wanda dom/R sub), magical cüm-filled strap use, drinking, drunk sex, jealousy

Word Count: 4,907

The party was in full swing. Everyone was celebrating the defeat of Ultron a couple of days later. Everyone mourned the deaths, especially Wanda. She was at the stage of anger in grief. She snapped at every second something upset her. Who couldn't blame her? Her twin brother, the only family she had was killed. You couldn't imagine what she was feeling. She never opened up to you. You were her handler. You made sure she made her way around upstate New York. Her English wasn't too confident but she made due. You were young, and wanted the job Tony gave you. You worked for Stark Industries for two months before Ultron was created. You were assigned to help with Tony's image. Tony is tech-savvy yes, but your 21-year-old mind was built for social media. You made sure the Avengers (especially Tony) had a good social standing on all social media platforms. Plus you kept the entire world in the loop in their lives. You couldn't release top secret information on the internet but you shared funny clips or photos of all of them. Just to show the world that the Avengers are normal people. You lived in the new compound, it felt like you never left. So Tony decided to allow you to stay in one of the numerous extra rooms he had. 

You were in your bedroom finishing off your makeup and hair. You'd hate to admit it, but you've become more vain living here in the compound. You were surrounded by perfect bodily heroes. They woke up and didn't have to do much to look good. You always had to stay on your a-game. You adjusted the straps on your new Versace platformed heels feeling 6 feet tall. You weren't too comfortable in heels so you had no idea why in the hell you let Natasha persuade you into buying them. However, she was right. They matched your black lace bodycon dress you are wearing tonight, and you tried to pair your outfit with the right fragrance. Burberry? Dior? No. Yes, Valentino Donna. It smelt amazing; just a few sprays made your confidence skyrocket.  

Once you stepped out of your room you noticed the difference when Tony told you the bedrooms are noise cancelled. The music was blaring, it was deafening. You got closer to the huge living room crowded with dozens of people. Tony was near the DJ taking song requests, Steve was chatting with Sam, Thor and Banner were conversing with other geeky guys and Natasha and Clint were behind the bar serving drinks. From where you were standing, you couldn't see Wanda. She's probably hiding in a corner of the room only observing. You made your way down the staircase to the main dance floor cutting threw dancers. Countless men stopped mid-dance, or sentence just to stare at you. You weren't interested in chitchat, nor were you interested in men for that matter. Even when Stark and Pepper tried to set you up with hundreds of men they thought you'd like. You never had the heart to come out and tell them. Not quite yet. 

You made it to the bar waiting patiently for either Nat or Clint to see you. You could tell what their game plan was. Clint handled the beer and other already-made drinks, as Nat was the real bartender. You admired their friendship. You wished you had something like that.

"Hey there pretty lady, unfortunately, I need to see some ID." Natasha leaned over the counter making eye contact with you. You laughed abruptly looking around the room making sure no one else heard her. 

"Oh my god! Stop it! Haha! You know damn well how old I am." Natasha chuckled to herself shaking a shaker full of liquor. 

"I don't know, pretty thing like you. Under all that makeup, you could easily be a minor." She unscrewed the cap and poured a red liquid into two martini glasses, handing it to two blondes to the right of her. 

"Jesus Romanoff, are you trying to flirt with me?" You grinned fidgeting with your dangly diamond earring and playing with your earlobe softly. 

"On the contrary Miss Y/n. All I'm trying to be is a good bartender. So, what'll be?" Her arm reached pointing behind her back to the countless decisions of booze to choose from. 

"Make me a screwdriver. Extra vodka." She adjusted your posture looking out onto the dancefloor, but still no sign of Wanda. "Where's Maximoff? She's not cooped up in her room again is she?" You turned your back to the bar leaning against it. 

"Oh, you're really getting drunk tonight huh? You're off the clock Y/n, you don't have to worry about her." Natasha lifted the bottle pouring more vodka than orange juice into a short glass. "You should be enjoying yourself. Instead of searching for her, search for someone to hook up with." She winked handing you the glass. 

"Ha! Me? Hook up with some random woman? I could never." Your lips pursed connecting to the rim of the glass, the ice hit your lips first allowing the orange liquid enters your mouth. You shouldn't have asked for extra vodka. You remembered Natasha always was heavy-handed with the liquor. Your drink was basically all vodka and a splash of orange juice. 

"Yes beautiful, you can get any special lady you want. Looking the way you are." Her hand reached over touching your exposed bicep. Her thumbs caressed your skin. You blushed to feel the heaten quicken. "You're a damn flirt, Nat." You flicked your wrist towards her. 

You left the bar area stepping down the steps to the dance floor. You're entire body burnt. You haven't finished your drink yet but the burning sensation came quickly. 

"Haha fuck this drink is hitting quick!" You talked to yourself under your breath. The burning felt like a lighter under your ass. It wasn't a drunk burning, it was like you were set ablaze. You made your way to stand beside Steve. 

"Hello fellas, found any luck with the ladies yet?" The burning was starting to startle you when it was becoming hotter. You tried to push through it thinking maybe being smushed against so many people in one room with loud music was making you feel this warm. 

"Nope." Both Steve and Sam replied clinking their beers together. "You might have more luck than us though." Steve fluffed his plaid shirt; fixing his leather up. You chugged the rest of your drink knowing if you didn't you'd leave it somewhere and forget it. "Hm? Why's that Rogers?" Your fingertips clung to the rim of the glass. Sam chuckled to himself folding his arms across his chest. 

"Cause Wanda is staring you down like a hawk." Steve pointed with his hand that held his beer. You turned your head around your shoulder finally seeing Wanda. 

Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, wearing a deep crimson sundress with outlines of white flowers as the print. Over her dress, she was wearing a faded black leather jacket, with matching leather armbands. Her head tilted directly looking at you. Her eyes were burning red, she seemed angry. Her platform boots scuffed across the floor making her way to you. 

"There you are! I've been looking for you! Where were you hiding?" You sat your empty drink on a table meeting Wanda's gaze. She didn't initially speak she sat an unknown bottle wrapped in a brown paper back and duct tape beside your glass. 

"I've been here this entire time detka. Fata prostuță. You wanna drink? I brought a special treat back from Sokovia." Wanda's ringed fingers circled the rim of the cap of the bottle. She undid the tape pulling the bottle out of the brown bag. The bottle wasn't in English, all written in Sokoivan. 

"Oh yeah? Eu sunt fata prostuță? What is it even? Is it vodka or gin?" You grasped the bottle from her hands trying to make out what it was. Your Sokoivan was good but this bottle was hard to read. It was like the print was printed on accidentally twice. Red and Black. All you can read was the name of it printed big in the middle of the label "SOKOVI". Both Steve and Sam joined, telling Thor to come over. 

"It's just liquor. The only way for anyone to buy this is to be a Sokoivan citizen. You can only buy one bottle a year. This stuff is so strong they photocopy your ID. 

"Holy shit kid, this stuff is 100% proof. I think you can fill a Toyota Corolla with this. You sure this is legal?" Sam peered over your shoulder. Thor cackled hitting his hand this his chest. "No matter. This Midgardian drink is no match for my Asgardian liquor. This is no drink for normal mortals." He pulled out a metal flask raising it to the sky. 

"Well, then you wanna put your money where your mouth is Thor? We drink a shot of each and see who's left standing hm?" You were cocky you'd admit. So, originally you thought Thor would take your sarcastic remark and laugh it off. To your shock, he did the complete opposite. "Fine! A dual of drink it is! Natasha, bring the young girl and I shot glasses!" He threw his flask down next to you on the table pulling out the metal chairs. 

"I must warn you two. When I was 9, me and...Pietro... stole a bottle of beer from our neighbour's balcony. We sat on our step outside taking sips of it feeling grown. Our father caught us, he sat us down and made us take a teaspoon size amount each of SOKOVI as punishment. We both were sick for two weeks afterwards. I didn't even start drinking again until I was 22." Wanda laughed touching her hand to her chest. It was the first time you saw Wanda happy, genuinely in a long time. The last time you saw her this happy was when she met Clint's newborn, Nathaniel Pietro Barton. He was named after her brother. She wished he met him. She looked so cute holding the baby.

The crowd started to surround us after hearing Thor boast about him kicking your ass. You were not afraid. You knew you could hold down liquor. Though these both weren't ordinary drinks by no means. 

"Honey, you can always opt-out. If you're not comfortable saying no I can tell blondie for you." Natasha came with the shot glasses for both of you. Grazing your hand as she dropped off the glasses to the table. 

"Thank you, Romanoff. But I think Y/n can handle it. She's stronger than you think." Wanda gritted her teeth towards her, hovering behind you. Her brows furrowed flipping her ponytail to the other side. Her hands pressed down on your shoulders, your dress had spaghetti straps. Your body jolted feeling Wanda's small cold hands touching your exposed skin. Her rings on her finger dug into the tops of your shoulders. It was sharp but in a way, you enjoyed feeling her on you. 

"Oh don't get me wrong Wands, I know she's a tough girl. But she's going against a god with a drinking problem. I just don't want her to overdo it." Natasha could tell Wanda was mad at her piping up, she looked down at you in confusion. You gave her the same expression wondering what had gotten into Wanda. Until Nat gave a little cheeky smirk. You couldn't tell what it was for. 

"What? You don't think I can take of Y/n? Is that it?" Wanda's hands lowered off your shoulders down to your biceps. Stroking the outside of your arms with her thumbs. Her nails were naturally long with a coat of cracked black nail polish, and every circle she made with her thumb ran a sharp fondness of her nail. 

Natasha's smirk never left staring directly down at you. "Oh no, don't mind me. If you think you can take care of Miss Y/n. Then be my guest. She'll be the last drunk I have to deal with at the end of the night I guess. I'll leave you two alone." She snickered staring directly at Wanda, before leaving you two she looked at you once again giving a wink. Retreating to Clint who started taking bets on you and Thor. 

"You do that Romanoff." Her tone was cold. "Don't let her scare you detka. You're a big girl. You can take it." Her hand joined your jaw doing the same circular motion she was making on your arms. 

"Now. Open up." She held your jaw tightly, using her other hand to grab one of the shots. Both were clear so we all didn't know which is which. She let your lips softly touch the prim tipping the liquid into your mouth. It burnt worse than the burning feeling you felt moments ago. It tasted like gasoline but 10 times worse. Like flavoured gasoline. Peppermint? Maybe. You couldn't fully get the real taste of it thank god or else you would've puked. Either way, it tasted awful. Thor did the same shooting back either one, letting out a huge cheer. 

"That's the spirit, Wanda! Let the game of drink commence!" He swiped his other shot throwing that one back as quickly as he let go of the first one. You grasped onto the glass doing the same motion. You almost puked. The second one was way worse. Much, much worse. You'd rather drink the peppermint gasoline. It just tasted like straight bleach. The smell, the taste. You swear for a brief moment that's what they gave you. 

                                            

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An hour or two has passed. Maybe it was only 30 minutes. You couldn't tell, you couldn't even remember who you were. Steve was by your side helping you sit up straight. You were sweating bullets. You were a mess. Your dress straps hung off your shoulders, Wanda constantly had to fix them as you moved in your seat. You were too stubborn to give up. You and Thor were on the sixth set of shots. Thor was slurring, frailing his muscular arms around like a lunatic. 

"You okay frumos? You look like you should tap out huh?" Wanda caressed your temples lifting your head to look at her. Your reflexes were involuntary, your lips lifted on each corner. "Nah!! I'm fucking fine Wanda! I can do another couple of rounds." Your body slumped forward making your tits bounce against the table. Your head was too heavy for your neck letting your face smash into your chest. Steve and Wanda took either side of your body pushing your back onto the chair. Wanda wrapped her hand around the back of your throat holding you up. "Come now Y/n. You proved you're point. You showed me and that little flirt Widow you can hold your own. Let's bring you back to your room." Her cheek grazed yours as she whispered in your ear. 

"No Wanda! I'm not done yet! I take care of you! Not the other way around! Thor! Pour me another!" You slurred letting the words drool out of you. You bolted from your seat standing straight. The Sokoivan and Asgardian liquor hit you like a ton of bricks once all the blood flow is released into your legs. You almost fell flat on your ass. Steve had quick reflexes hositing you up by your wrist. 

"Woah there come on Y/n. Please sit back down." Steve gave your wrist a tiny tug trying to lead you back to the seat. You looked over at Wanda seeing her facial expression from a smirk to a hostile glare. Her head tilted again looking down through her eyebrows. Her eyes changed from green to deep red. "Y/n. Listen to us. Now." 

"What is your neck and ears broken? I told you no! Come, come Thor. Pour em!" You twitched breaking free from Steve's hand. Sam shook his head pouring two shots of each liquor for Thor and yourself. "This is it, guys. This is your cut-off. I don't care who wins. Let's hope you both survive tomorrow morning." He pushed two shot glasses in front of you and him. Sealing on the caps tightly. Tony was video recording the entire event. Clint and Natasha were sitting at the bar table watching the disaster from the distance. You threw the one shot into your mouth almost forgetting to swallow. 

"Y/n. Listen to me. Be a good girl and sit your ass down." Wanda's small fingers pointed sharply at the chair behind you. You knew you were too drunk to answer. You had other thoughts brewing. 

"Wanda? Give me my last shot! Then I'm done!" You whipped around facing her directly. Wanda raised an eyebrow grabbing hold of the last shot. "Really now? You promise me?" 

"Fuck yes! Let's do it!" Your head bowed staring at Wanda's boots. 

"Will you let me do it my way detka? Huh, baby?" Her finger lifted your head from your chest. 

"Yes..let's get it over with it." Your arms wrapped around Wanda's hips. She jolted bucking your hands away. "Drink now. Play later." Her arm pushed yours away. You gave a puzzled look at her remark, not fully knowing what she meant. She pressed her lips on the shot glass drinking it back. 

"Hey!!" You were too drunk to talk, every word slurred any emotion. She didn't swallow the liquor, her head leaned forward crashing both of your lips together. Her lips parted allowing the liquid to glide from her mouth to yours. Everyone cheered and hollered at the sight of us. Wanda was taller than you, but your heels made you two the same height. Her hand was behind your head showing her dominant nature you've never fully seen yet. She let you go catching her breath. You swallowed the liquor, plobbing back down on the chair. 

"I told you I'd do it my way Y/n. Now, you're done for the night." Wanda's arms flung around your neck placing her chin on your shoulder. "Let's bring you upstairs. I'll take care of you better..." 

"Alright, just give me a second. I forgot to give Nat a case file this afternoon." Your task made you sober up for a milli-second remembering you forgot to do something before Natasha's mission tomorrow. Wanda's arms tightened around your neck, her nails dug into your bare shoulders. "How about I go and grab it tomorrow morning? I don't want you to go near her right now." You stood up pushing her away. "Wanda I'm fine. I can grab it, I'm not that drunk." Your posture was slouched stumbling to the glass doors to the research office, where the printer was. 

There sat a fairly large green folder. Your hands were going numb. You had trouble trying to grasp the folder. You knew you shouldn't have had that last shot, it was beginning to fuck you up. You must have looked like a complete idiot trying to grab this folder. Someone was laughing behind you. "Y/n? If you forgot my folder you could've told me. Instead of looking like an idiot." Natasha chuckled clicking her heels closer to you.

"I'm sorry I forgot." You didn't realize your hands were not even close to the folder, you were trying to grab it a foot away. "Here мед, let me help." Nat's body was against your back, her hands rolled down your arms clutching your hands. Your hands finally touched the green folder. "Oh finally! Thank you, Natty!" You flipped around still having Natasha close to you. Her hands reached up to your cheeks. "You're welcome you little cutie." She grinned softly, looking directly into your eyes. Her head came close planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. She let go whisking the folders away. "Come on now, Ms. Maximoff is probably having an aneurysm your not near her 24/7." 

You giggled brushing her retort. "Oh shut up, Wanda's harmless. Besides, I've been assigned to her for so long, of course, she has an attachment to me." You followed behind Natasha; shutting off the lights behind you. 

"Come now Y/n. She almost tore my head off when I told you not to drink with the god of thunder. I don't want her to get in my head again." You both walked shoulder to shoulder looking out into the crowd. You couldn't see Wanda in the crowd. You didn't realize she was behind the both of you. She was watching you two through the windows. Her eyes pierced into your body. The burning sensation came back. It felt as though your soul was being stretched like an elastic, about to snap. You initially thought you were having a heart attack. You stopped in your tracks as Natasha continued walking until she realized you weren't following her. "Y/n? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Her heels pivoted clicking on the laminate. 

"She's fine Romanoff. Go back to the party I'll take care of her." Wanda's eyes glowed with her hands dancing a crimson light. Her wrist flicked and Nat trailed off forgetting about you. Wanda stepped behind you, feeling the padding of her bra graze your shoulder blades. 

"Ești o curvă murdară..Hm? You're a cheap slut aren't you?" You couldn't speak. Your throat dried up making your saliva feel like you were swallowing sand. It hurt to breathe. "N-no...I'm not a..." Your eyes became a disco ball, black darkness with white sparkles all over. You couldn't form a coherent sentence to protest. Wanda's hand dipped under your dress cupping your crotch forcefully. 

"No? Cause you feel soaked already. Face it detka. You're a stupid slut that doesn't know how to act." Her voice strung along as you faded out.

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You woke up cold. You were somewhat sober, your head still sprung around but you were conscious. You went to sit up until you felt your arms lock above your head. You looked seeing your arms locked in leather cuffs over your head on the headboard. So were your legs. You didn't realize you were naked until you saw your ankles cuffed, your legs spread wide open showing off your small center and the light fuzz trailing down your pubic bone. 

"Awe great, you're finally awake. Good. Now we get to have some." She sat in an armchair beside the bed. She was hunched over with her hands between her legs. Her makeup was ruined, her face was naturally rouged either from anger or from crying. Her black makeup was smudged all over her cheeks. 

"What? What the hell is going on Wanda? What are you doing to me?!?" You flexed your arms trying to unhook yourself. 

"Oh no, no. You don't want that Y/n. You bruise very easily. I think you should get yourself checked. Look at the number I've done, You could connect the dots." She laughed sitting up from the chair. Her hand grazed your thigh, you saw her work and it instantly made your stomach drop. It was a mixture of big purple and red bruises. Some had teeth marks near your opening. The inside of your legs across your panty line was coated in circular teeth marks breaking blood under the skin. My god, she was right. She did do a number on you. 

"When did you do this? I don't feel good Wand." Your stomach felt hollow, it wasn't a pleasant feeling. You felt like you were going to puke or pass out again. All of this at the same time was making you feel extremely weird. You liked Wanda, but she scared you in this moment. You had never seen this side of her. 

"Nu contează detka. You need to realize you're mine. You need to stop flirting with that little tart Widow. You work for me. So all of you is mine." She didn't have her leather jacket on, she leaped onto your stomach. Her thighs glided across your tender skin. She was soft but her skin felt sticky. 

"You're going to be a good slut for me? You better be you ungrateful drunk whore." She spat out pulling her dress over her head. She threw her dress on the floor exposing everything. Her full breasts were pierced with black jewelry. They became instantly erect as the air touched them. 

"Oh god-...Wanda please no..." Your head moved around left and right thinking maybe it was a terrible dream. 

"Oh no? No? You don't have a say in this matter. You deserve to get what I'm giving you. Slutty drunks need to be taught how to act in public." Her eyes glowed red again as her hand dangled between her legs. A red sparkled cock appeared attached to her mound. You twitched trying not to cry. Your entire body tensed up knowing what was going to happen. You didn't want this to happen like this. Hell, you didn't know you'd end up like this tonight. 

"You'll love me inside you once you calm down. Be a good fuck toy for Mommy hm? " Her hand dropped down running her fingers roughly through your folds, and finally found your clit. You thought you didn't want this? So why in the hell are you wet? 

“N-no please…not like this Wanda…I didn’t want it to be like this.” You begged thinking your cries may move your capture.

“Not like this huh? How would you want it? You don’t realize I went through your search history…” Wanda’s finger traced along your breast, her nail dug into your nipple. Your face was heated knowing what she was talking about. “I saw all your porn searches, you like to watch European girls dominating and tying up other girls huh? So you’d like this then?” Her hand flicked with a red mist wrapping around your wrists and legs. The grip felt like cement around your skin. 

“Isn’t this what you imagined Y/n? A European woman dominating you? Fucking you? This Sokovian wants to teach you a fucking lesson. You’re such a dirty little slut.” Her pinky fluttered wrapping her mist around your throat tightening the grip all over your body. Wanda's index and middle fingers spread your center. "La naiba, fetița...all open for mommy." You felt the object part your folds, and you winced rightfully knowing you couldn't escape. Her hips slowly leaned in, eyes burning red. You whined sucking in air between your teeth. Her lip curled to the side smirking at her good work. "You were such a drunk slut, thinking you can just cozy up to Romanoff like I wasn't fucking watching! You're such a perfect fit Y/n. You were made for me. Just me." Wanda's hips bucked thursted out pushing back in. You whined again and came out as a moan. 

"Ah-..." Your hands twitched trying to move your fingers. Your toes curled finally feeling the pleasure overcome you. The painful sting went away, it was a calming sensation. Like Wanda let her guard down while she was inside you. You read it on her face. Her brows weren't furrowed, and her teeth were bitten into her bottom lip with her eyes closed. You let out your moans fully noticing the red around your throat turning a lighter shade of pink. 

"Oh, you like that huh? See. You are a dirty little whore." She hummed watching her strap fill your tight pussy. Your breathing was ecstatic, your drool was all over your chin dripping down your throat. "Y-yes! I'm a dirty whore. I'm a slut! P-please fuck me! Harder please!" You panted seeing her hands grope your free breasts. 

"It's good you see it my way. I'm pumping detka." Wanda's hips hit harder, the sweat from her inner thighs hit your bare ass. The friction from her skin onto yours was causing blotched burns every shade of red. 

You asked to be fucked harder. Harder she did. Every thrust into your pussy felt like it kept slipping in and out. A huge pool formed in the sheets underneath you two. You were reaching the top of your climax ready to crumble like a ton of bricks. Wanda was too, her magical strap made her feel every movement. She was cumming too. Wanda's head went back climaxing without you. You weren't that far behind, however. Seeing Wanda cum made you tip over. You screamed out as you came. 

"S-s-shit!"

"Fuck Y/n! Fuck!" Wanda screamed sliding herself out making the twitching strap disappear. 

All of her mist disappeared also freeing you. You leaped up onto your knees. Wanda's back was turned to you. "What are you doing detka?" She ran her fingers to her scalp pulling out the elastic. Fluffing out her brown locs to take out the kinks. "I'm going to show a western custom." You kissed her shoulder, you grabbed her shoulders pulling her down into her bed. Getting on top of her. "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Come cuddle with me, please?" You wrapped your arms and legs around her torso like a spider monkey. You buried your face into her chest. 

"Îmbrățișa?" Wanda's voice was confused like she didn't know what you were talking about. 

"Da. Îmbrățișa.We cuddle afterwards." Your cheek rested on her as Wanda's fingers interlocked with your hair. She huffed breathing in. 

"Fine. This is a weird custom Y/n."

[skyfallscotland]

Seriously Amy? It’s not like we’re not all in love with Xaden and you had him write *that* love letter? I literally could not stop smiling!!!!

I need ch 9 AND 10….this reunion might just be one of the top remixaden scenes.

Speaking of which….what are your top 3 Remi/xaden scenarios?

I'm sorry haha, I thrive on making him a perfect(ly flawed) human being, ok?

I have to choose? 😭 Haha

The reunion/following conversation/day IS one of my top three, for sure. I feel like I'm already going to forget some of their F&F scenes? I'm going to cheat and do three from both (yes, that means multiple sneak peeks so buckle up). I think it kind of says a lot upon reflection that most of my favourite scenes/quotes are from times where they're intimate but openly communicating 🥺

In F&F definitely when Rem first manifests her signet and she's crying and overstimulated and he's laughing but comforting her all the same.

I flinch, closing my eyes against tears as he turns back toward me. “Remi,” he says gently. “Look at me.” I shake my head, keeping my eyes firmly shut as the tears spill over, running down my cheeks. He laughs softly and I shake as I feel his hands on my face, pulling me close. “Angel,” he says quietly, “why are you crying?” “I don’t know,” I whimper as he holds me to him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

Maybe the scene by the lake where she threatens him?

“And Xaden?” My voice is gentle and he freezes in place, only a foot away. He turns his head, barely glancing over his shoulder. I let my hand shoot forward, pressing the dagger I’ve palmed from my corset against his spine. “You don’t ever speak to, or handle me, so disrespectfully ever again.” I tell him warningly, holding his gaze. “There are so many things I could do to you that would still leave Sgaeyl intact.”

And when he tells her he loves her 🥺

“I love you, Remi.” He skates a gentle hand across my cheek and my heart begins to pound in my chest. “So much.” He cradles my face as his onyx eyes hold my gaze. “I love you in a way I never thought possible. You’re—you’re everything to me. I’d burn the world for you.” I swallow hard, blinking back tears. I’d known already that he loved me—I could tell from his actions and the way he always held me like I was something precious. I didn’t need the words, but… “I love you too, Xaden. You’re my stars,” I tip my head back so he can kiss me again, softer this time, “my centre of gravity.” I whisper. “I love you more than anything.” He presses his forehead to mine, clutching me tightly like if he blinks, I’ll disappear. “Promise me you won’t leave.” He begs quietly. “Promise me.” “I already told you,” I whisper softly, “for as long as you love me in return, you’ll never be alone again.” It breaks my heart that he’s still so convinced I’m going to hate him—that he believes there’s no possibility that I’ll stay.

In T&T definitely the reunion and the scene that follows, for which I'm keeping the best lines to myself for now, because I want you all to experience them in context, but... (Ch9-10)

“I don’t know.” I admit quietly and his expression shutters. “We need to talk about it—about so many things.” I tell him. “I can’t figure this out on my own.” It took me a while to realise that. “But what I do know is that I love you.” I tell him firmly. “Xaden,” I cup his jaw gently, “as long as you love me in return—” “I’ll never be alone again.” He whispers, finishing my sentence like it’s a common refrain, something he’s repeated to himself over and over, and I close my eyes for a second, willing myself not to cry.

This moment in (approximately) Ch14? I think? Where they have both fucked up.

“I thank Amari every day that you gave me a second chance, because no one else will ever meet my standards. I know exactly how strong you are, Remi Sorrengail.” I bury my face in his neck, trying to force back the tears that prick my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I choke out, trembling slightly against him. “I feel like I let you down.”   “No, angel.” He says quietly, cradling me close. “You didn’t let me down.” His arms tighten around me. 

And this whole scene where Remi almost dislocates her hip, that looks like it's going to sit around Ch17-ish

“Come here.” He slides away and in a second he’s hovering over me, pulling my leg out straight. His hands gently manoeuvre me this way and that, his thumbs kneading my thigh. “Stretch it out and then we can try again.”  I huff. “I’ve killed the mood already.” I mutter. “What’s the point?”  He stops, lacing his hands together over my thigh and then drops his chin down on top of them as he stares up at me amusedly. “Bold of you to assume you know how I feel.” He challenges.  “Are you still hard?”  “Are you in charge?”  We stare at each other for a moment before my lips twitch, just slightly, and then he’s grinning, dragging his teeth over the skin at the top of my thigh as I laugh softly. “Stop being a brat.” He chides, nipping gently as he pushes himself up, crawling over me. “Follow the rules.”

And yes, in case you were wondering that's just the tip of the iceberg and I plan to ruin you all xx 😇

[mewmeomei]

streamer!twst : savanaclaw (platonic ver.) edition !!

romantic ver here!

heartslabyul , savanaclaw , octavinelle , scarabia , pomefiore , ignihyde , diasomnia + bonus

a/n: sorry in advance for literally this whole fic i don't even know what im writing anymore after the second sentence of leonas

desc: what if they stream? and what if you're their friend??

characters: leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

(gn! reader)

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leona kingscholar !

tbh.. i cant really see him streaming

so he wouldn't stream

but without him really knowing he's a pretty famous uh

sleep streamer 😁

yeah so ruggie needs 💲💲💲

so he thought that secretly streaming leona sleeping will be a great income source

and yes it is

and now leona is even more famous than he already is

almost everyday there will be a stream on twsts streaming platform

of leona sleeping his life away in the botanical garden or in his room

he gets like plenty of donations each stream of people thirsting over him sleeping

well after a few days of getting secretly put on live he found out

well why wouldn't he 💀 clips of him sleeping are literally all over the internet at that point

he IMMEDIATELY knew who was secretly putting him on live

ruggie didn't have a good day that day

actually he felt kinda good about the fame he was getting so he didn't tell ruggie to stop streaming him.. sleeping

well now he occasionally glances at the small hidden camera

his chat goes feral and gives him even more money 💀

ofc all the money goes to ruggie

but in return for helping ruggie earn even more money he gives him more work than usual 🙈

fair enough ig

and ruggie informs him whenever he put him on live

he looks at the chat of his livestream whenever he's not sleeping on live

gets concerned

also he sometimes pulls out his chess board just to play with the viewers

he wins everytime ofc

gets even more donations

at this point ruggie is rich

he has over 2m followers 💀

honestly if leona sleep streams are real id actually watch every one of them.. haha

farena probably asked him why tf he's streaming himself sleeping

"aren't you already rich enough"

"it's for charity"

farena never brings it up again after asking

cheka sometimes crashes his stream

like barge in his room, screams, land himself on top of leona

he sometimes frown VERY hard when chekas here or he's like straight up rethinking his whole life

goes viral once again

credits to org artist i jst added hair ❤️

with (name)!

actually came up with the idea for leona sleep streams

gets 30% of the money from the stream

also the mod for his streams

they also got confronted by leona when he found out the idea was originally theirs

now whenever he passes by (name) they get slapped by his tail

sometimes sneaks to wherever he's sleeping to adjust the camera

and then takes a close up pic of his sleeping face and shows it to chat

chat worships (name) just bc of that

^once they tried to get a even closer picture of his face

leona suddenly snores

(name) flinches and then the phone just cutely slipped out of their hands and then landed right on his face 🥰

he immediately woke up and started glaring at (name)

they ha ha'd then runs away with leona on their tail

ruggie was also there and he thought this was perfect content material so he grabbed the "hidden" camera and started chasing the two of them

leona caught them after a few seconds and put (name) into a temporary paralyzed state 💀

"first the whole stream idea and then this? heh, you're really brave, herbivore."

ruggie bucchi !

aside from managing the leona sleeping stream channel

he does his own streams too 🥰

i think he'd be a mukbang streamer that rants a lot

he only streams whenever he has like a table full of food

and its always around his dormates so there's constant fighting in the background

he streams with his crusty phone that somehow is still working

screen quality is probably always 144p 💀

and he streams with those cheap ass earphones

the mic quality is so crusty his streams are actually funny

"yea so leona isnt as- 🔇🔇🔇🔇🔇 -am nam nam nam nam"

his livestreams summarized

he still managed to get like 400k+ followers.. like

you almost cant see bro, you almost cant hear bro, and there's sweaty beastmen wrestling in the background

honestly you cant even tell whats going on

he sometimes films other beastmen and gives commentary after eating

it turns to national geographic real quick

im running out of ideas so heres a drawing

with (name)!

(name) occasionally joins him in streaming

they eat together while talking shit about certain people

sometimes they steal each other's food when the other is distracted

chat always tells on them

it's usually ruggie stealing (name)s food

once they got so fed up they just took ruggie's whole plate and ate it

he was so upset :(

let's just say chat threatened (name) till they reluctantly gave their plate of food to ruggie

he immediately went from "sniff how could you you monster 😞" to "lmfao sucks to be you😹😹"

a food fight probably broke out once in savanaclaw while ruggie nd (name) were streaming

ruggie was holding onto his phone for dear life forgetting hes on live 💀

you could see him getting hit by food and even more blurry images because of him running away 💀

afterwards chat could see them both covered in food

ruggie just slowly eats the food off of his body while he and (name) side eyes each other

chat kept screaming at him to stop

someone donated 1k just to try and get him to stop 💀

"what? these are still edible. this stream was a major fail, tho."

jack howl !

fitness streamer

if he decides to stream he will do workouts inside his room

before starting to workout he'd literally scream "LETS GO!!" with a shit eating grin while doing that fist thing 😞

^this grin

his camera quality is weirdly high

you can see his skin glistening and shit

he got fitness motivational quotes appearing on his stream every 5 minutes 💀

finding these quotes took 30 years off of my life

he talks to himself while working out so you could hear "oh yeah i feel my abs" or something along the lines sometimes 💀 (when he said "oh yeah thats workin my abs" in the tsum tsum event i literally wanted to die)

his chat is serious & supportive of each other and um its well uh er uu nm

unsurprisingly he does have simps

they're his top donators

although he doesn't quite understand why they give him money jst because hes attractive 💀

sometimes drags his friends to workout with him and its funny seeing the guests struggling to keep up w him

chat could see jack being jack and then the guest dying behind him

"please let me go.." "im sure you can still move for a bit!" "I CANT MY LEGS ARE GONNA DIE" -probably ace

with (name)!

a victim too

jack is nicer to them for some reason

there's a bias here 🧍

but still (name) looks ready to ascend to heaven at the end of each stream

once they actually tried to crawl out his room

wowzers they did it

suddenly they gained their leg strength back and starts running full speed

that time jack has his camera on his head

he was doing a pov stream LMFAO

he found out immediately and he went up and chased after them

its like those parkour videos because of them running up and down with jack flipping over tables 😭

then it turned into hide and seek 💀

although it didn't last long cuz jack could literally smell (name)

he then lifted them up over his shoulders as they try to wiggle out of his grasp 💔 #save(name)

but after getting back he just let them sit there and watch him work it

(name) was so happy they donated like half their money to jack before getting refunded 💀

that stream made him go viral LMFAO

"yeah.. sorry 'bout today. wont force you to do it if you don't want to anymore. still, ill invite you to join me tho."

[michellemisfit]

Shameless Fandom Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag my love @darlingian 💚

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?

What haven’t I read more than once? I have 350+ open tabs and yet, here I am, re-reading @loftec’s None The Wiser. AGAIN. Because it makes me happy, and what is fandom about, if not making you happy? Other things that make me happy: Two of Your Earth Minutes by @the-rat-wins, The Menagerie & Twenty Strangers & On Top by @crossmydna, Cooperative Gameplay & Like Real People Do by Gray, An Exception to the Rule by @gallawitchxx, Weaver of Fate by Ravenheart, Life or Something by @palepinkgoat, The Garden Song duology by @gardenerian, Ristretto by @howlinchickhowl, let the bodies do the talking by @captainjowl, basically anything that @sam-loves-seb has ever written!!! Also anything by @crestfallercanyon who has been completely blowing me away. And like, a million more!!!

I also still merrily re-read stuff from the Merlin fandom and the Shadowhunters fandom, so if that’s of interest to you, hit me up and I will link you to several excessively long rec lists on the @f-f-podcast website, complete with accompanying podcasts!

All I’m saying is: RE-READING IS LOVE!!!

(Also I formatted this on my phone so hopes and prayers that all of these links are correct!!)

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog?

‘Kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out’ into Club Kiss. It is genuinely one of the cleverest things I’ve ever seen!!

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

Mickey going along to Ian’s therapy session, on Ian’s request, and eventually deciding that he’s going to give this therapy thing a go himself.

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I am utterly in love with @deedala’s style and Smokey Mickey and Gardening Joy always make me smile. I also absolutely adore @gallawitchxx’s style and wish I could be that bold and succinct in my own art.

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

I’ve been thinking about Ian & Mickey shot gunning for like… a year now 🤦

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

Currently discussing every episode of Shameless over on @f-f-podcast so basically discovering new things every week! Check it out if podcasts are your jam <3

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of?

There can never be too many coffee shop AUs, right? Not an underrated trope, but surprisingly underrepresented in this fandom 😭

What’s your favourite season?

Autumn! haha

Honestly, I’ll tell you when we’re done with South Side Rules, as we’re rating every episode, but we’re also rating each season overall so… watch this space in 2025!

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

Urgh. Don’t. Yikes… Yevgeny. Mandy. Fiona. Everyone else on Shameless who disappeared and then was never spoken of again. Like… what the heck? You don’t need to get the actors back. Just get the other characters to mention them, so I don’t feel like the writers forgot they existed! Also don’t give me Dichen Lichman and then just take her away!!! 😭

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

Every time Mickey has to say the end of his sentence directly into Ian’s mouth because Ian can’t wait the extra 3 seconds to let him finish, he needs his lips on that boy’s mouth NOW! They’re so precious and horny and I love that for them!

What line/dialogue/description from something else do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship?

90% of Richard Siken’s poems

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

They’ll be deliriously happy forever and ever and nothing bad is ever going to happen to them. It’s terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day.

[nomsfaultau]

Long and kinda dumb questions lol, sorry if you already answered them before

What’s the survivability rate if a reader ever got sucked into the Fault Universe? Considering F!Philza had that meta moment of seeing the reader’s eye so he might recognise the reader’s presence(?), along with the void more than ready to devour anything from the real world, etc. How many seconds would a reader survive before dying?

What would happen if you put an Everything Bagel (like in EEAAO) into the void?

depends where you drop. If it’s inside the Foundation, they’d probably do some testing and figure you’re human and were just caught in the effects of an unknown anomaly. That is, sorta assuming you don’t register as an incomprehensible eldritch being akin to a 3D object showing up in Flatland due to being a full person instead of a character. I think potentially you can see the words woven into all characters and objects and setting. But the characters are made to act like people and it’s not like they’d know hey you actually have an independent and vibrant inner world whereas they only exist in their actions, so I figure you’d still register as human. As long as you reveal know knowledge of what’s happening or the story at large, best case scenario they amnestize and catch and release you. Now they will also try to recruit you, since a good chunk of their recruitment is people who witnessed anomalous events. But if you’re adamant but not suspicious you can walk out a very confused but free man. Past that just avoid Indiana/Illinois and you’re golden. A reader could survive Fault an entire lifetime with no/little impact from the plot. Potentially could run into a random anomaly, but like due to it being a story it may be that those don’t exist outside of one’s directly introduced in text. People might not exist unless mentioned, or may only be cardboard cutouts with decreasing resemblance to independent functional humans the further you get from characters that have agency in the plot.

……..at which point it’s a good question to ask things like, do places exist if the POV characters haven’t been to them? Is there a line scratched across the world from their journey, the rest of existence lost in a fog of war style? Or is it only in islands of when a scene occurred? Does the world only render around where a scene is currently happening, vanishing the moment the main characters move on? What happens if the world around you stops existing and you’re left there, the only thing real in a sea of words. Do you starve if left in a void? Or did eating ever serve you to begin with, each bite tasting like ink? Does your body need air? Can you even breathe in a story or is it only sentences and syllables pretending to be air? What is pain if only a description? Perhaps you’re the only one that can even die in a story, the rest never alive to begin with, revived every time someone starts at the first page.

haha anyways Phil would not recognize the reader since you’re not the reader anymore, absorbing his inner thoughts and consuming his story. Also not very very cosmically big anymore, more people sized. I suppose if you explain what’s happening to Phil he’s very offput, but mostly because he wouldn’t believe you. And if he did his existential crisis would be so strong that he turns into a little pile of letters since his body is defined by his internal perception. Oops. Buh bye Philza!

And if you run into the void they just will eat you no matter what. Wilbur won’t be able to stop it or even have time to react. You’re like…a five star Michelin meal after eating pictures of food ones entire life. Just an absolute snacc. So if the world doesn’t exist around the main characters and the moment you’re close the void eats you, you die immediately!

As for the Everything Bagel, the entire universe of the movie Everything Everywhere All At Once would be devoured. Shame. I hear it was a great movie

[renjouu]

Could I request some lee Niki and ler jay from enhypen? Maybe because Niki kept calling his hyung old or something?

— A MAKNAE’S PUNISHMENT —

POSITIONS: LER! JAY X LEE! NIKI

WARNINGS: TICKLE FIC

A/N sorry for getting this done SO LATE! i sincerely apologize. thank you for being patient and i hope you enjoy reading , thank you so much for requesting <3

“happy birthday to you!” the members sang for the final time before jay closed his eyes for a wish and then blowing his candles out. everyone clapped as they watched jay with a big smile of their faces. and of course, niki thought this was a great idea to tease his hyung, once again.

“jay hyung is getting old!” the maknae teased with a cheeky smile on his face.

“yah! i’m not old, quit teasing niki!” jay scolded, and the youngest of the group couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction of his member.

all the members had a great time celebrating jay’s birthday, and it soon came night.

everyone was getting ready for bed, but of course niki just had to barge into jay’s room for something. there was always something the maknae needed.

“hyung, can i borrow this for a second?” niki asked politely, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

jay looked up from his bed, “why are you suddenly asking to borrow one of my shirts, niki?” the older asked in confusion.

“i just need to borrow it for a few, please? it’ll be quick.” niki said, trying to convince his other member but was in no luck whatsoever.

“get out of my room niki.” jay yawned as he stretched across his bed.

“ugh, whatever oldie.” niki mumbled, but to his dismay, jay surprisingly heard him and that’s when he lost it.

“alright, that’s it! get over here you!” jay hopped out of bed and chased the youngest around their dorm for a good 5 minutes. all the other members noticed this at least once and had some concerns for the two, but left them alone.

“heeseung hyung, help! hyung!” niki shouted as jay was hot on his tail. they eventually wrapped around the couch, jay on one side and niki on the other, who was crying for help from any of his hyungs.

“i rather watch this chaos unfold than get involved.” jake said, giggling as niki was now sulking.

“hyung please~ get this grandpa!” niki still managed to tease jay even though he was on the brick of punishment.

“oh, grandpa now?!” jay just had it with the maknae, he definitely knew how to get on his hyung’s nerves.

niki laughed at his own joke and that’s when jay decided to strike, right when the youngest was distracted.

“AH!” niki yelped as he was tackled onto to the ground by the older, his wrists immediately getting pinned above his head.

“heHEHELP! AHAHA—!” niki shrieked in laughter and thrashed around as jay targeted his armpits first.

“HYUNG! PLEHE—HAHA-!” niki couldn’t even form full sentences as jay started targeting different areas within seconds. first he was at his armpits, then his ribs, then his hips, and then his sides. he was definitely fast and niki couldn’t keep track on where he was getting attacked!

“STAHAP! HYUHUHUNG—!” the maknae tried his best to get out of jay’s grasp, but it was no help. his body was weakening by every tickle he felt to his body.

“yah, you brought this upon yourself niki-ah! how dare you call your hyung old?! such immature actions deserve punishments!” jay said with a smirk as he attacked the younger’s sides.

“PLEASE IM SOHOHORRY! IM SORRY!” the youngest apologized, but jay still wasn’t satisfied.

“saying sorry is not enough! you shall endure this punishment!” jay said, and he eventually heard a whine from the other.

the older lifted up niki’s shirt just a little bit to where his bellybutton was shown. he carefully traced around the makane’s navel, which made him go absolutely crazy.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEASE!” niki begged and he actually got out of being pinned, but he was already weak to the point he couldn’t do anything.

the only thing he could do was grab at jay’s wrists, which he did. but did it stop the older? no. not really.

“oh? not here huh?” jay clicked his tongue, “you shouldn’t have said that niki~”

“WAI—WAHAHAIT PLEHEASE! HYUNG!” the youngest soon felt tears in his eyes from laughing so hard and jay soon realized it as well.

the maknae tried to cover his face from the older, but it was too late. jay has already saw a tear fall down.

“hey, niki-ah, you’re that sensitive?” jay slowed down on the tickling, but still teased the youngest.

“n-nohoho…” niki replied weakly, still holding jay’s wrist with his other hand.

“show me your face, niki~” jay said in a teasing tone, but niki shook his head.

the older scribbled around niki’s bellybutton and niki soon pulled his arm down from his face, revealing a tear.

“hyuhuhung!”

“tickled to tears, huh?” jay chuckled and gave one last squeeze to niki’s side before letting the youngest go.

“alright, i’m done! but if you call me old again, this same thing will repeat.”

“old.”

“yah! don’t test me! i’ll tickle you to tears again!” jay shouted, attacking niki’s hips before finally stopping after hearing the maknae begging for him to stop.

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"Gomen'nasai" chapter 03

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"Haha! So you're saying you started playing Digimon out of boredom? When I was a teenager I loved it!" he said, drinking a second glass of coke while he bought you a third drink.

"I only recently started. But it's pretty cool. Time flies easily." You said, wiping your mouth after drinking the entire drink in one go.

His hand reached for a piece of pineapple that was on the glass for decoration and ate it.

"Hey!"

"What? I like sweet. And I didn't eat dinner." He laughed, knowing you were already slightly drunk.

Any quiet drunk person can turn out to be the life of the party.

For now, you smile more often.

"One more?" he asked, pointing to the glass.

"No! That's enough for me!" You said, your hands out in front of you as you stopped him.

"Maybe water? Or juice? Drink?"

"I've had enough to drink today. Enough." You smiled at him.

"Can I get the bill?" asked the bartender.

"Yes." you replied and reached for your wallet, waiting for the amount to be given.

But before he could say how much to pay for your drinks, the white-haired man waved at him.

"We pay together!" he said with a smile.

Well... He only took two glasses of Coke... You probably took enough money from home to pay.

"How much?" You asked, waiting for the bartender to put his drinks on the bill.

But before he could say, a credit card appeared in front of him as White Hair handed it to him.

"I guess it doesn't matter how much I pay. Don't you think so?" he chuckled as he watched the man use his card to pay for what you both drank. He gave him the card back and put it in his wallet which he then put in his pocket. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Placing his hand on your back, he took his thin jacket and led you to the exit.

Why does he treat you so well?

First he starts talking to you. Now he paid for you.

"Thank you for paying on one bill. How much money should I pay you back?" You asked as he took a breath of fresh air as he stretched slightly.

You were there for at least two hours. You talked and drank your drinks.

"You say that to every guy when he pays for you?* he laughed briefly.

You turned your head slightly to the side.

If there was a guy you went out with somewhere before him...

"Actually, I forgot to ask how old you are."

He knew. But...

"...24." you replied.

"Ooh?? I'm 28! We're the same age!"

"I thought you'd be older."

"Why?"

"You have white hair." You laughed.

You certainly have a nice smile.

When he met you, he somehow thought how on earth you could be a curse user.

"Just because I have white hair doesn't mean I'm an old man! Can you see that I have some wrinkles??"

"You are one big walking wrinkle!"

"You're hurting me." He put his hands over his heart dramatically before laughing. "So, do you want to go somewhere else?"

"I need to buy something at the supermarket." You said, nodding in that direction.

He remembered that this was where he was supposed to bring you to Jujutsu High.

And you want to go there of your own free will?

You were just his mission.

The man he was going to take to his death.

Because his superiors ordered him, he was to kidnap you and hand you over to them. So they can execute you. Execution for nothing. You've never killed anyone. Only one person died, but you didn't kill him. It wasn't your fault.

You suffered as much because of what you did as the people who, according to the elders, are your 'victims'.

But still, you were sentenced to death.

You had a nice smile. Especially when you started smiling at him sincerely after those two hours.

An image flashed in his mind of how your dead body would lie in Shoko's office later anyway. Then you won't smile. So why did he start thinking about what your smile looks like??

Shesh... He could have just thrown you unconscious into the car instead of waiting until the moment when he would regret getting rid of that smile.

"You know, Satoru, you're really the first person here who's been this nice to me." You said suddenly. Your small smile didn't disappear from your face.

Shit... Why did he have to spend time with you and get to know you...

"To the people who know me in this town, I am a witch. Some of them really wish I wasn't here." You said quietly, looking at the ground.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, feeling a pang in his heart at your confession.

He just has to take you to your death.

And now he finds out that your life is neither easy nor pleasant.

He wanted to be a teacher to know that young sorcerers would not die young. You were young. You were 24 years old. And you didn't have the same life among non-sorcerers as among sorcerers.

From the very beginning when he saw you, you were only supposed to be a curse user that he would catch and bring to his execution.

"Why am I telling you this?? ...Because I thought you'd like to know who you've just been talking to all this time. So you can find out the truth about someone you paid for drinks for." Your soft smile remained on your lips as you said this, looking into his eyes.

You were really honest.

You didn't know he was a sorcerer. You didn't know why he came here. You didn't know who exactly he was.

You didn't know that you were just talking to the person who came here to take you by force to death at the hands of someone else.

His throat tightened with guilt.

You were unaware of the threat that stood before you.

And yet you didn't suspect anything after he lied about not specifically looking for you.

"Why a witch?" he asked to keep the conversation going.

"... You really want to know...?"

Not knowing any of his movements or hearing a word, you sighed.

"I have a special skill where they can tell someone to say something, and that person will do it. Many people want to use my skills, and I do it to make a living. I don't want to hear what their goal is. I just do what they want and I don't want to know more. Once a person died at the hands of a person who wanted me to ask this man to go to Hokaido... And the rumor that I killed him became popular very quickly. People are afraid that I will 'bewitch' them, rob them and kill them."

"But you didn't do anything," he said suddenly.

You looked at him with a small spark in your eyes.

"You're not the one who killed him. You're not the one committing these crimes. These are people who are just paying you to do a small favor for them. Nothing more."

"... Do you really think so...?"

A small tear fell from your eye.

This is the first time someone has told you this...

His fingers rubbed your cheek, drawing away a tear.

He used his fingers to guide your face towards him.

"Really!" He gave you a kind smile that warmed your heart.

"Isn't that our goal, Gojo-san?"

"She won't run away."

"But -."

"This is my mission. I decide what we do."

These are just rumors. He believes you are innocent. After all, he doesn't like it when someone dies at the hands of his superiors for no reason.