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lost-in-lamentation · 1 year

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more of you.

a/n: self indulgent fic today because i've been borderline sick these days and i literally cannot afford to be sick right now (so i'm pushing my illness onto MC)

content: mammon's not great at taking care of sick people, but he'd do it for you anyway.

non-established relationship. pining mammon. sick fic.

fluff. comfort. mammon × gen!reader. 1k words.

the first sign was the persistent headache that had been following you since the night before. of course, not wanting to miss your classes at RAD, you blamed it on the combination of too much caffeine and not enough rest. you practically dragged yourself to RAD, ignoring the second sign of dizziness while you walked. by the end of your first class, your headache had grown into a full blown migraine, much to your disappointment. you didn't even register the fact that the lecture had ended until mammon had his face hovering dangerously close to yours.

"oi, human. why's your face all red?"

you groaned and waved him away from you, slowly starting to pack away your things. "it's not red," you muttered.

mammon drew back with a click of his tongue, hands on his hips while he looked you up and down. "liar," the demon retorted, poking at your forehead. "jeez, you're all hot too. this doesn't feel normal."

"maybe i've just always been hot." you hissed at mammon's hand, the touch on your forehead hard enough to send the room spinning.

mammon scoffed at you, shoving his hands into his pockets while turning to leave the classroom. "i didn't mean it like that- stop thinking weird stuff!"

you would have laughed if you had the energy, but with the way your head was pounding, you didn't have it in you to do anything. with shaky legs, you pushed yourself up out of your chair, trying your best to stumble towards the doorway. you crashed into doorframe with a loud thud, landing on the floor seconds later with your head in your hands. despite your blurry vision, you saw the white haired demon rushing back towards you, his panicked voice ringing in your ears. "mammon?"

"what the hell's wrong with ya?!"

when you felt him crouch in front of you, you acted without thinking straight (not that you really could), reaching up to wrap your arms his neck. "don't feel good," you mumbled into his shoulder, slumping against his torso.

"oh, now you're admitting it," mammon growled at you. "and stop clinging to me!"

you shook your head as much as you could without making it hurt worse. "you're too loud, my head hurts."

the avatar of greed inhaled deeply, stopping himself from shouting any more. "why'd i have to be put in charge of ya in the first place?" begrudgingly, mammon hoisted you up into his arms, one arm locked under your knees and the other close to your waist. the last thing you heard before knocking out was mammon calling for one of his brothers down the hall.

when mammon finally made it back to the house of lamentation, he debated kicking the door off its hinges just to get inside, but quickly changed his mind when he remembered he still owed lucifer money for the last time he did it. he was also afraid he'd wake you up in the process, but that wasn't a real reason, he had told himself. instead, mammon shifted you in his arms so he had just enough leeway to turn the doorknob. he repeated the same process when he got to your bedroom, finally clicking the door open and shuffling over to place you down on your bed. after making sure you were still breathing, mammon turned away, ready to leave. he wasn't good with taking care of others, let alone a sick human; but when he took another look at you, dishevelled and almost helpless, mammon felt something in his stomach churn. the demon began his way back to your side, tentative fingertips brushing away the hairs that had started to stick to your forehead.

mammon frowned at the feeling, knowing that you usually never ran this hot. he only knew that because he poked at you often, and not because he had tried (and failed) to hold your hand on multiple occasions. the eldest brother had ordered mammon to come back to RAD if nothing else needed to be done, but mammon decided that maybe the human needed his care just this once.

he wasn't confident in his abilities, but he had seen what to do once while watching an anime over leviathan's shoulder. and so, mammon left your room for a few minutes, returning with a bucket of cool water and a small towel in hand. as carefully as he could, he pushed you further onto your bed so he could sit on the edge by your side. the towel, now damp, was placed onto your forehead moments after, accompanied by mammon draping a blanket over your now trembling figure. "what's your deal, getting sick all of a sudden…" mammon talked to himself every few minutes, constantly replacing the towel as it needed to be replaced. "get better already so we can go hit the casino. or somethin'." internally, mammon wished he was better at enchantments so that he wouldn't have to keep switching out the towel. the idea that satan or lucifer would be better at taking care of you made his blood boil.

the longer he stared at your face, the more his own heated up, the blush on his cheeks beginning to match yours. "so rude, ya won't even talk to me right now. if ya think getting sick gives ya an excuse, it doesn't. just so ya know!"

softly, the pads of his fingertips began to wander along your face, tracing your jaw and dancing over your cheeks lightly. a part of mammon had always wondered what it'd be like to hold your face in his hands. with a sigh, mammon pulled the towel off your forehead and dipped it into the bucket.

"it's not fair, human," he said under his breath, swirling the water with a hand. "when did i start wanting you more than anything else?"

he gazed at you longingly, setting the cloth down on your bedside table before scooting closer to you. slowly, he leaned in towards you, taking a shaky breath for courage before pressing his lips to the crown of your head. being greed incarnate, mammon wanted more of this, more of you, but he held back, not wanting to ruin what he had with you already. he pulled away from you, but couldn't get far before leaning down again and pressing his forehead to yours.

"one day," mammon murmured onto your skin, stroking your cheek delicately as he placed the towel back in its rightful place.

a/n: when i get sick and delirious i immediately just want mammom tbh

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon #obey me comfort #aris writes 🐈‍⬛

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dangerpronebuddie · 3 months

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You can expand on the Tommy standoffish thoughts here! Im loving seeing everyone's thoughts

Hi dear! 🥰

Okay, to me, everything about him is standoffish. But let's back up a bit.

His dry humor in 7x03 was actually well placed and the delivery was okay. Joking around and being chummy with Hen was not a way to endear himself to her, but narratively, that wasn't the point. He was there to fly them to the ship. No mas. I don't have too strong a complaint about that. Or 7x04, because even then it was still just okay. I don't like that he called Buck "kid," that's a bit condescending, especially when he doesn't know Buck or Eddie really well enough to have any opinions that hold weight. But for the most part, Tommy in 7x04 was... okay. (Do I think he was more interested in Eddie? Yes, but that's beside the point).

But the minute 7x05 came along, it started down a hill and just kept rolling. I wonder when we'll finally hit rock bottom, honestly. The delivery of his lines is kinda stale in itself, but I don't even need tone of voice to see issue with some of the things he says. Case in point: the date.

Eddie showing up was unfortunate, and anyone in Buck's position would've panicked like he did (although the "hot chicks" line is much more something said on TV rather than in an awkward irl conversation anyway). But Tommy sat there with a neutral look that had a hint of judgement mixed in and tried to force Buck out of the closet. His "Ain't that the truth. Right Evan?" to Eddie's remark about closet space was uncalled for and honestly, to me, downright mean. And Buck's hurt expression in response to that really solidified that feeling for me. Then to leave him on the curb with the most condescending "I think you're adorable," I've heard come out of someone's mouth who wasn't a southern middle aged woman was cold and mean too. If you're really interested in the relationship and seeing if you have a chance, tell the person what was wrong and open that line of communication. Don't leave them standing there after their first date "with a dude" not knowing exactly what went wrong and why you've suddenly lost interest. And then to say "I just don't think you're ready" as you get in the car??? I'm sorry, but no one can decide that but yourself.

The coffee date at the end wasn't much better. It was Buck practically groveling to a guy who thinks he knows all and knows best. The thing about getting the coffee wrong and only saying "so not like that" and leaving it at that instead of providing even a hint of what could be right suggests he expects Buck to put in all the effort. Which he did. He sat there and made his way back into Tommy's good graces and went 0 to 100 inviting him to the wedding. And instead of suggesting something a little more laid back, something that wasn't so much pressure, Tommy just went along with it.

And I've heard so many arguments about how Tommy couldn't wear a costume to the bachelor party because he was on call. I've got some news. I live with someone who's on call quite a lot. That has zero affect on their wardrobe. Why? Because they have to change into a uniform anyway. Tommy's refusal to indulge Buck even a little bit in that moment may not seem like a big deal to a lot of people, but I've been Buck in that situation. It sucks. You want someone you care about to care about you too, and sometimes that means indulging in things that to you, seem silly or unnecessary. When he tells Buck "they had henleys in the 80s," it was a brush off, scoff and sneer included.

7x09, strictly speaking canon, is much the same. Every couple was shown having a sweet moment. It's an emotional high, you're being rewarded for work above and beyond the call of duty! It's not unusual to want to be close to the people you care about. Buck was shown as Tommy's support. There was a perfect opportunity for them to at the very least bump shoulders or hold hands as they walked and talked. But what we got was "enjoy it while it lasts" in response to Buck's enthusiasm. Like taking a needle to a balloon.

The deleted scene was no better. He was intentionally obtuse, avoiding the question he knew Hen and Karen were asking. If he was serious about the relationship or at the least wanted to reassure them that he and Buck were in a good place, he wouldn't have dodged with the cake comments and made the contradictory statement about how slow the relationship was progressing (and any and all of what he said could be euphemisms and sex jokes once again. Kinda inappropriate if you're trying to win over your boyfriend(?)s friends/ family).

And I'm probably gonna get so much shit for it, but I'm gonna say it all anyway. The 7x10 scene was just as bad. Think from Buck's perspective. He's had a shit week. All he wants is a quiet dinner (he absolutely stress cooks) with the guy he's been seeing for some time now. By then, you would think there's a level of intimacy and trust in place that allows you to be open with your partner about something that's worrying you. Buck wanted a shoulder to lean on. Instead of accepting the invitation to be vulnerable with each other and have a conversation that could've brought them closer, Tommy not only made it about himself, but then made it into a sex joke. The joke was not, and never will be, the problem. The problem is the fact he didn't want to open up to Buck and instead used humor to deflect. Which could've worked! But instead it fell very very flat. I'm not going to make the comparison I want to make because it's not the point right now. The fact is, he could've been a shoulder for Buck to lean on, and simply refused to.

And that's been the pattern. He could've done X, but didn't.

He could've been open and honest and kind, but chose instead to always be dismissive, sarcastic, and as you asked in the poll, standoffish.

(if you read this I love you 🩷)

#wh0rebehavi0rmain #Maggie answers #this got long #oops #911 #911 abc #tommy kinard #anti tommy kinard #just in case #and also #anti bucktommy #911 on abc #911 meta #i think?

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landwriter · 2 years

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Are you doing the Spotify wrapped thing as well? If so, could I ask for the Nr. 4? If not, just ignore this, it's just that I have resigned myself to appear as the greedy being I apparently am and figured I'd just ask.

greedy beings unite <3

this is the incredible, perfect, flawless Hot Knife by Fiona Apple. i would write a meta/personal history on it

originally i was going to sort of throw up my hands and say it's just oaths - it is so incredibly oaths: two people who are very much a bit unhinged by one another, both hot knife and butter at once, hearts made cinemascopes etc.

BUT - butter, okay, hot knives, ok, perhaps - Hob is a scruffy professional baker who owns a little patisserie and Dream is a miserable IP lawyer at his family's law firm, which is incidentally located only two blocks away on the other side of a small city park.

Perhaps - one day a harried Matthew bursts in to Hob's bakery and says, since it's empty, and he has a flair of the dramatic, "I need all of your croissants for my lawyers." The caterer hadn't shown up and Matthew had actually been jogging down the street in his dress shoes and panicking when he saw Hob's storefront. The meeting starts in ten minutes.

"How many?" asks Hob.

"Lawyers, or croissants?"

And so Matthew leaves three minutes later with two dozen croissants, muffins, and a couple palmiers for good measure, as well as a sympathetic grin. When Dream, who is hanging on by, and I cannot stress this enough, an absolute thread, absent-mindedly shoves a blueberry muffin in his mouth, he pulls out his phone right in the prep meeting and texts Matthew at his desk: Who made these

Matthew writes a very hot dude who had flour on his face and then decides he likes his job, actually, and texts Dream the name and address of Hob's shop.

Dream means to go, but work comes first, and he keeps finishing long after they're closed. One day he finishes so late it's actually close to the bakery's opening hours, so, exhausted, he decides to show up.

Hob normally wouldn't answer the door except anyone who can knock loud enough to be heard over his music is probably the cops or the fire department - which is enough to get him out of the kitchen, and then when he sees Dream, he decides to open up anyways. He can tell this man isn't up early at 6 AM, he's up late, Hob knows the look - and also, well, he's beautiful, so he unlocks the door while Exodus' Toxic Waltz is blaring from the back, is halfway through apologizing for the mess and music (Why is apologizing? He's not even open yet.)

Dream blinks once, slowly, and when he opens his eyes again he understands he's fallen in love. He puts this knowledge aside for the moment, and stiffly offers his hand to shake (Oh, shit, sorry, yeah, let me just - oh god I've gotten flour on your suit) and introduces himself. "Do you have any more blueberry muffins?"

Hob, even though he has a thousand other things to do, for some reason hears himself saying, "For sure, yeah. I mean. Not right now. But I could. If you want to come in and sit?" and then mortifyingly continuing to say, "I have a coffee machine - I mean, I don't use it, but I have it, I'm pretty sure it works - do you want a coffee, are you going for the full 24 hours thing, or if not, I do also have a shitty couch in the office, you can nap?"

Then he realizes he needs to let go Dream's hand.

And so begins our love story, in the liminal hours between night and day, when Hob wakes up early to bake and Dream finishes work late. They make a routine of it, and although Hob is a little freaked out by Dream's apparently work-life balance and sleeping schedule, he doesn't mind the company, doesn't mind it either when Dream just shuffles to his back room and curls up on his sofa, because at least he's sleeping sometime.

They both try and impress the other - Dream by requesting increasingly obscure confectionery, Hob by nonchalantly making it perfectly. (He thinks he's found the culinary history book Dream is using and is staying one recipe ahead, in secret.) They both challenge each other and get under each other's skin, and think about the other person far, far, too much than appropriate. I think this one would be mostly sweet (ha) but with some proper actual We Can't Be Together Because of X or Y obstacles. I think this is the sort of story where they actually have a huge blowout argument in the second act about, like, the protestant work ethic, because they might be nursing massive crushes, but they also both are nursing massive proprietary feelings as a result, and have very different values surrounding work and hedonism and a life well-lived etc. Do they work it out! I think so! I don't think they can stay apart! And every chapter would be titled after a thematic baked good.

(p.s. alternative song mood for this fic: The National's Fake Empire) (p.p.s. i do imagine dream in this as one of those lawyers who makes buckets of money and drops a LOT of it on his version of therapy, which is gradual progress on like, an entire gorgeous tattoo bodypiece, some gorgeous hyper surreal cosmology thing, and i do think hob accidentally walks into a post one day when he glances into a tattoo shop where dream happens to be having his monthly session)

#the sandman #dreamling #my writing #spotify wrapped prompt #lawyer baker au #a timeless classic #the Miserable Lawyer trope delivered with apologies to any non-miserable lawyers reading this #also baking professionally is just insane work but guess what! hob is insane in this fic #as he is in all my fics #at least a little

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kore-dreams · 10 months

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Laurance's Day Off

This is my first small work that has actually been published. Sorry if it's a little rushed.

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It was Laurance Zvahl's day off and frankly, he didn't know what to do with it. All he did day after day was guard and train aside from the usual eat, sleep, bathe and repeat.

Now that he had time for himself, he didn't know what to do with it, so he went to his acquaintance's, Kawaii-chan's, cafe.

As he stepped into the small, pink accented cafe, Laurance looked around, observing the customers. "Laurance- kun, what can Kawaii- chan get for you today?" Kawaii- chan's voice rung.

"Just a cup of hot chocolate with smores is fine, thanks Kawaii- chan." Laurance replied giving her a grateful glance and a small smile.

It was cold that day and Laurance was looking forward to having something warm and delicious in his hands.

Laurance continued to look around at the customers and spotted a hunched form in one of the booths. They looked to be sorting through paperwork, for hours at that, seen as how this individual had bags under their eyes and kept sipping from their, what seems to be, coffee.

Besides their seemingly very busy person contrasting the cafe's light and calm scene, what caught Laurance's eye was that this person was an elf, a very pretty/handsome one.

Laurance quietly stole glances as he waited for his order, opting to just look out the window in the end fearing that the elf would catch him staring.

He had enough of his fidgeting after 5 minutes.

I, Laurance Zvahl, am this nervous about approaching a pretty/handsome person?? I think not-

And so he stood up and made his way over.

"Hey, you seem to be pretty busy, anything I can help with?" Laurance asked politely, despite his initial thoughts on starting his sentence with 'Hey Gorgeous' like usual.

"Unless you know how to manage a business, analyze how sales are going, how much to sell, and how much to spend on goods then I'll have to ask you to kindly piss off." The elf said with annoyance with a matching narrowed gaze.

"Don't worry, I'll be of some use. I've previously assisted lords with managing budgets."

"Then would you mind doing these for me?"

The elf set a stack of paperwork in front of Laurance before they could resume their work, Laurance hurriedly asked, "My name is Laurance, what's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?" The elf asked skeptically.

"Just to break the ice a little and make sure I know who I'm dealing with if we ever cross paths again. No harm in a little familiarity." Laurance responded in bright tone, his face glowing even if he was internally panicking.

However, his panicking soon came to an end when the elf responded.

"[Name]"

"Huh?"

"That's my name."

"Alright then [Name], let's get this done, and maybe we can talk a little after?" Laurance asked with a hint of hope in his voice and slightly raised eyebrows.

"Was this your intention from the start?"

"Maybe..?"

"Fine, since you're helping me, I'll humor you for a little while" [Name] sighed before sending Laurance a slightly softer gaze.

BOOM!

There goes my heart . Laurance thought to himself.

To [Name]'s surprise, they actually managed to finish quite early.

They chatted a little afterwords, as promised by [Name], about their jobs while eating small pastries. They got along pretty well (so well they stayed talking for about 4 hours). Thankfully Laurance didn't embarrass himself.

"Well, it's getting a little late for having a tight schedule, I have to get going." [Name] announced.

"Ah, shame. There's still so much I want to know." Laurance sighed dramatically. [Name] chuckled, gaze softening.

"I'm here every morning around the time you came over today. You're welcome to join my little break before rush hour if you'd like?"

"Really? I guess we're morning break buddies then, heh." Laurance accepted.

This was their first of many encounters.

#aphmau #mcd #gender neutral reader #coffee shop #first meeting

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silverhallow · 2 years

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"very much like BE AU after the wedding and two weeks of making up for lost time 😉😏 Sophie totally wakes up three days after Ben goes back to work and she’s like 💀💀💀"

So... can we see Nurse Benedict in action? Doting over Sophie I'm fine Beckett whilst he's frantically calling Violet & Nicholas with like "I've wrapped her in three blankets & two duvets, is that enough? No, I knew I probably should have given her a warm water bottle as well - thanks!"

Nurse Benedict in In the Bleakmidwinter AU... or Benedict in a blind panic over his sick girlfriend...

I will post this on AO3 soon...

The two weeks after Christmas and New Year were spent in a blissful reunion, locked back in their little flat in Cambridge as they learned all about one another and Sophie tried to work out what she was going to do with the rest of her life now that she was free.

She talked with Cecilia on the phone and she had given Benedict some things that he could do for her when she was having a nightmare.

Since Araminta’s arrest, Sophie’s nightmare’s had started, Cecilia had said it was just her brain processing her trauma and they would start to fade.

But their two weeks of blissful time together came to an end and Benedict had to return to work, Sophie had decided she was going to start looking to go back to University, part time to actually get a degree. In what she wasn’t sure but she no longer had the desire to be a teacher… she was thinking she wanted to help people who had been through similar things.

They were making progress and Benedict loved the little routine they had fallen into and on the Thursday after he had gone back to work, he was woken up by the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up.

He jumped out of bed, realising that Sophie was the only person that could be making that noise and he felt himself panicking.

“Sophie?” He called out as he made his way down the hall to their bathroom where he heard Sophie retching and liquid hitting the water of the toilet bowl and a groan of pain.

“Sophie!!” He yelled again and ran into the bathroom, forgetting he hated the sounds of someone throwing up, couldn’t bare to be around anyone as they were being sick but after just getting Sophie back the thought of her being unwell was enough to make him run into the bathroom as he saw Sophie hunched over the toilet throwing up, she looked red hot and her entire body was shaking as though she was shivering.

Sophie retched again and the smell nearly caused Benedict to throw up in their bath.

“I’m fine” she managed to whine into the toilet as Benedict took a breath to calm himself and his stomach and knelt down next to her and rubbed her back

“Yes my love and i’m the Pope” he said with a sigh as Sophie whimpered and retched into the toilet again, not bringing anything up but burping.

Benedict grabbed some toilet roll and as Sophie leant backwards into him, he felt just how hot she was which considering her face was almost deathly white had him worried.

“I’m… eugh…” Sophie went to say again but she retched and quickly managed to move her head and threw up pure bile into the toilet as she whimpered.

“If you say you’re fine i’m going to have to question your sanity Soph… you’re clearly not… you are sick…” he said softly, breathing through his own mouth so not to be sick himself.

“I’m not” she whimpered “it’s… it’s… blerghhhh”

“If you even try and tell me it’s food poisoning I am going to ring my mum, Kate and Lily and tell them you’re being ridiculous because Soph, you barely touched dinner last night and i ate most of it… and I am not hugging the toilet” he explained “and you are burning up”

“R…really… i… i’m so cold” she whimpered as she rested her head against the toilet seat.

“Oh babe” he said “do you think you’re done throwing up?”

“N…no” she whimpered.

“Okay, do not move a muscle okay…I am going to ring my uncle…” he said absolutely terrified to his bones, she felt screaming hot but she was shivering and freezing.

Sophie just whimpered and didn’t move and that’s how Benedict knew Sophie wasn’t well. Before they had been forced apart, when ever she did get sick, which was rare, she refused to let him call his Uncle and Aunt who were both doctors, always saying “i’m fine” which he now knew was because of Araminta making her feel bad whenever she got sick so she’d felt the need to power through.

He ran back to their bedroom, having now moved back into the room that he had refused to sleep in for 5 years, and grabbed his phone and prayed that his Uncle wasn’t already at work.

Nicholas answered after 5 rings and Benedict almost let out a breath of relief “Hey Ben… everything alright?” he asked

“Hey Uncle Nick… erm… not really… I… i’m fine but Soph… she… she’s really not well” Benedict said, sounding panicked

“Okay, take a deep breath for me Ben and tell me what’s up, what’s going on?” Nicholas replied

“She’s currently throwing up what sounds like a week worth of food, she’s red hot to touch but she’s shivering” Benedict explained

Nicholas made noises that showed he was listening as Benedict spoke and sighed “it sounds like the flu combined with exhaustion… I had been sort of expecting it… but somehow i thought it would be earlier… Georgie is at work at the moment so i’ve got the kids but as soon as she’s home, i’ll come over and check her over. But she’s gonna need to bring everything up, and then get her back into bed Ben. Ring your mum, she can make you some of that Chicken soup she swears by which will be nice for Sophie’s stomach…”

“Okay… i can… wait… what do you mean you’ve been expecting this?” Benedict asked as his brain kicked in and realised what his Uncle had said

“Ben, the girl has been worked to the bone for the last 5 years, barely eating and terrified… she’s finally safe, eating regular meals again and she’s stopped… she’s actually stopped and relaxed for the first time in 5 years, her entire body will have gone into shock and her immune system would be shot… so this is probably just the start of a wave… so i’ll come see her and i’ll ask a friend to write her some prescriptions to help her immune system once i’ve seen her as if it’s the flu, as I suspect it is, she’s just gonna have to just ride it out”

“Oh… yeah I guess… Probably explains why i always get sick after a busy spell at work”

“Exactly, Sophie’s relaxing for the first time in 5 years and she’s been around people for the first time in as long, her immune system is going to be in shock”

“Okay. what can I do in the meantime?”

“Ring your mum, get Sophie back in bed and keep her warm but don’t let her over heat… get some water into her. Georgie is due back in an hour i’ll message her and say I need to come here so she won’t stay late at the hospital” Nicholas replied.

Benedict nodded and agreed and quickly called his mum.

Violet went straight into overprotective worried mum mode and vowed to make her soup and drive over later when Colin and Eloise came home so they could watch Greg and Hyacinth and Benedict thanked his mum and made his way back into the bathroom to find Sophie snoring into the toilet.

She had thrown up until she had no more energy and fell asleep with her head in the toilet, her hair thankfully not in the toilet. Trying not to gag at the smell he picked Sophie up carefully so not to jostle her, she felt red hot but she was still shivering and carefully he flushed the toilet, and carried Sophie back into their bed. He felt the bed and could feel she’d obviously been sweating in her sleep and as much as he wanted to change the sheets he knew it was pointless, he couldn’t do that with sophie in his arms and so he just carefully placed her back into the bed and felt a little whimper as he went to let go.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and he felt her relax and he was able to leave her to go unlock the door, get some cold water in a jug and open the window to their room to let in a little bit of the January air into the room and he called Henry to explain he wouldn’t be coming into the studio as Sophie was sick and he hovered over her like an overprotective mother hen whilst he waited for his Uncle Nicholas.

He knew he was probably right… it was probably just the sheer exhaustion of the last few years catching up with her but it didn’t stop him worrying. In the time they were together before Araminta had so cruelly dragged her away he had never seen Sophie unwell.

Yes she had the occasional sniffle but she had never been unwell, not like this. The thought of something being more seriously wrong with her would not leave his mind as he watched her tossing and turning, whimpering as she rode out some sort of fever.

He hated seeing her like this, she looked so small in their bed, swaddled in several blankets, her blonde hair plastered to her head, her face pale but dripping with sweat. He knew better than to Google her symptoms, he had done that when he had pains in his chest after Sophie disappeared and that had just been heartache and heartbreak, not a heart attack like Google told him.

He knew Googling what was wrong with Sophie and not waiting for his Uncle or his Aunt to come was just asking for trouble and would probably cause him to have an actual heart attack.

It was the longest hour of Benedict’s life as he waited for his Uncle, watching Sophie tossing and turning in her sleep, whimpering and coughing.

She started to stir as Benedict’s phone went off to say his Uncle was on his way “Ben?” she croaked, her eyes barely opening as she looked up from their bed.

“Hey beautiful… it’s okay… I’ve got you” he said settling next to her on the bed, a cold compress in his hand which he dabbed on her sweat drenched brow.

“I… i…” she started to say before coughs wracked her entire body and she began retching again, a dry heave having nothing left in her body to throw up.

“Ohhh my love it’s okay. I know, you’re not well. I’ve rung Uncle Nick, he’s on his way…”

“I don’t like being poorly” Sophie said in a tiny voice that nearly broke his heard.

“I know my darling… I know but it’s okay. I am not going anywhere. I am going to stay right by your side, you’re going to stay in bed and i am going to care for you” Benedict said soothing her hair.

“But… i… you… work” she stammered, her green eyes filling with tears.

“Work can wait. You are more important my darling You are far more important that work and if you are sick, then my place is here, with you…” He said, wiping away the stray tear that fell down her pale cheeks.

“But…”

“Not buts… and before you say anything you are not a burden, you are not causing my trouble. You are my love, my heart… if you are sick… I am here. No matter what that vile woman ever said to you, made you do when you were sick… it will never happen again… if you are sick, I will care for you. Like you did for me when I had that horrible fever a week into our dating, do you remember?” he asked, placing a gentle kiss to her scorching headache.

Sophie sniffled and nodded.

“Good, now Uncle Nick is going to be outside in a second so I am going to go let him in and then he’s going to come take a look at you and we’re going to make you feel better okay my love?” he said softly.

Sophie just sneezed and coughed her assent.

Benedict practically ran through their flat to the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief as he saw Nicholas standing there with his doctor's bag and a concerned look on his face and he nearly started to cry seeing the one person who could help his girlfriend.

“Thank you” he breathed in relief as he ushered his Uncle inside the house.

“I assume she’s still in bed?” Nicholas asked gently as Benedict nodded.

“She’s tried to be sick again but nothing is coming up, she’s just shaking and shivering”

“Well that sounds like exhaustion and flu, and probably a chest infection. Take me to her and we’ll check on her but I am quite sure it is not serious” Nicholas smiled at his Nephew seeing the worry etched all over the features and wanting to put him at ease.

Benedict smiled weakly at his Uncle and ran back up the stairs where Sophie was hunched over and coughing up, what Benedict assumed was a lung…

“Oh my darling…” he said, running over to her and rubbing her back.

“Oh dear” Nicholas said with a small smile on his face “that bark sounds pretty horrible”

“It’s worse than my bite for sure…” Sophie managed to breathe when she was calm enough to breathe.

Nicholas and Benedict both chuckled at her attempt at humour “Come on then Soph… let’s see what we’re up against shall we?” Nicholas smiled, getting out a thermometer and his stethoscope.

It took Nicholas all of five minutes to know exactly what was wrong with Sophie “Exhaustion and a chest infection coupled with a hellish cold i’m afraid”

“So… what do we do?” Benedict asked as Sophie was clearly fighting to stay awake.

“I’ll get a prescription of antibiotics and steroids made up at work today and drop them off tonight. Bed rest and fluids is all you can do for the next week. If it gets worse or she starts to throw up blood, bring her straight into the hospital, just tell them she’s my patient and I’ll see her straight away okay, or if I am at home, see Georgie. I’ll fill her in when I head home but she’ll be fine Ben, she just needs to sleep and rest… and i mean… REST…” He said, raising a brow at his nephew.

“I know…”

“I am sure you do but she needs 10 days before she’ll be ready to do anything, she’ll be sore and exhausted… just time okay no hanky panky” Nicholas said with a smirk as Benedict went bright red.

“I… okay” Benedict said knowing how red his face was right now and deciding not to bother trying to lie.

“Good, plain bland food, chicken soup and the likes is what she needs okay, Georgie was going to make some soup but I am assuming your mum will be on it?”

Benedict nodded “she’s gonna drop some off later, she was waiting for El and Col to get back so she could drive up”

“Good, try not to leave her too long if you can avoid it, just incase the cough worsens”

“Will do…”

“And don’t overheat her… too much heat will not help, she’s going to be feverish so just… keep an eye on her temperature. I’ll leave you a spare thermometre, if her temp gets over 40, she needs to come in okay, she’ll been IV antibiotics…” Nicholas said as Sophie gave a light snore and they made their way to the door.

“Will do Uncle Nick, thank you so much for this, i mean it” Benedict said sincerely

“I know but it’s anything for Family you know that Ben…” Nicholas smiled “now go on, head on back upstairs, i can let myself out and i’ll post the keys through the door for you”

“Thanks” Benedict said and ran back up the stairs to go back to his vigil of Sophie, he would look after her, do everything Nicholas said and more. She was his world and he wasn’t about to let her succumb to a trifling thing as a cold.

She was resting a bit easier and with every breath she took Benedict kept an eye on her as he worked, determined that should anything change he would be on top of it.

Sophie was sick for a full 10 days, the course of antibiotics helped and by the time she was well enough to leave the bed, Benedict was relieved and knew without a shadow of a doubt…

That the words in Sickness and in Health, Until death do we part… would be etched on his soul forever… as even death would not keep them apart, he was sure of it…

During her 10 days in the bed recovering from her illness, Benedict planned out his proposal, he would not lose Sophie, he couldn’t not lose Sophie and he might have promised he would wait but… 2 months… surely that was long enough.

They didn’t have to marry straight away but he had to ask… he had everything else ready… and he had a plan…

Surely she would not say no.

#ask ash #in the bleak midwinter #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #benedict x sophie #nicholas rokesby

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ghostieboi14 · 2 years

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A little fanfic about Ash's injuries finally getting to him

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Prof kukui had a lesson planned where they split into teams of two and go look for rare berries/ items. The teams are:

Ash and mallow

Kiawe and Sophocles

Lillie and Lana

And so as the gang splits up Lana and Lillie go to the Beach,

Kiawe and Sophocles go to the cave systems and mallow and ash went into the forest by the school.

As they trenched thru the thick forest they found a big tree that fell over

"Let's go over it! I usually find a lot of mushrooms by fallen trees!" Mallow exclaimed whole ash only nodded his head

As mallow easily cleared the tree she noticed ash wincing as he slowly cleared it

"Ash are you okay? Did you nick yourself on the wood?" Mallow says with a lot of concern filling her voice as she noticed when he landed he Was breathing heavily

"yeah I'm just fine. I think I just overexerted myself yesterday I'm really sore heh" he says as Pikachu jumped down the tree

As they continue walking Mallow Took more time to watch ash, every tree cleared, every jump, every step made him have this face of discomfort

As they got into the thicker part of the forest they noticed a large lake that had rocks scattered around, they looked to be stable enough to jump on

"Let's cross it!" Mallow exclaimed

"Sure!" Ash replied 'why is this so hard to do? Maybe because I've been sitting around and not really working my legs I've gotten weaker?' ash thought

As mallow cleared the rocks, ash followed behind a little slower then mallow. Once she cleared the rocks she turned to ash waiting for him. Once he reached the last one

He jumped and once he landed He felt burning hot pain fill his legs as he planted his feet

He felt his body give out underneath him

As he landed on the grassy floor he heard mallow freak out right besides him, asking questions that his Brain can't even comprehend

All that's going in his head is

Pain

"Get the professor"

"O-okay! Just stay here I'll be right back!"

As mallow ran through the forest, clearing the lake and the fallen trees, she kept saying to herself to go

faster

Faster

When she found the big log that they jumped at the start of the class

She cleared it hastily

As she came to the school she sees in the distance Lillie, Lana, Kiawe and Sophocles all waiting there

She runs over to them and takes a deep breath in

"Professor! Ash is hurt and he needs help!" She yells

They looked shocked for a second

"He needs your help now! Stop staring at me and go help him Now!" She yells tugging professor Kukui's arm

As he registered what was happening he immediately asked

"Where is he?" And she starts taking him there, right before they leave he tells the rest of the gang to stay there As they run through the forest

As they rush through the forest

Ash stays still where he is, not knowing what to do.

All that's going through his head is 'make it stop' as he sits on the ground, panicking

After what felt Hours. Professor Kukui finally got there

"Ash! What happened?!"

"i-i don't kn-know it its so much pain" ash said finally breaking

"Help.. help me I want this to be over!" He yelled out, breathing heavily

"Hey, hey its okay come on breath with me" Kukui said in a calm tone, face still filled with worry

As Ash Started following his breathing, slowly calming down. Once he got to a point where he was conscious, but still slightly freaking out, Kukui touched his shoulder and he winced back

"Ash, can you stand? Do you need help?" He asked

"I- I don't know"

"Do you want to try?"

"Yes.."

Professor Kukui was the first one up

"Do you need help?"

As Ash tried to get up he fell back down

"Well I think that answers my question" he says as he picks

ash up from the ground and princess Carry's him, as they start walking back to the school, mallow following close behind

"Hey ash, buddy we are going to have to go to the hospital okay?" Kukui says

"Ugh.. I hate hospitals" he said, pushing his head into his lab coat

As The Journey Continues!!!

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thebreakfastgenie · 1 year

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🍀 <3

🍀 - What thoughts or emotions that didn’t make sense to your past self make sense now that you know you’re queer?

Okay I'm sure I can think of more for this one.... I think I had kind of this sense of being different and not knowing why, but I had enough confidence it kind of turned into a superiority complex. Not being interested in boys and thinking dating was trivial was kind of normal and rewarded in my smart girl circles into middle school. We were independent! We had more important things to think about! And I don't think this is a bad attitude for young girls to have in our society, but sometimes it's something else. In high school, several of my friends didn't date, because honestly most of our school kinda sucked and we did in fact have a lot to do and not a lot of time. So I was able to ride that "I'm not interested in boys yet" wave longer than I should have, but it started to waver. When I was around 15 or 16 I was looking at rage comics people had made about their relationships and for the first time I thought "I actually like the idea of being someone's girlfriend" and then I immediately thought "of course I don't want a boyfriend, though." It took a very long time after to that to figure out what I actually wanted in that situation which is very funny. When I was younger, I always felt totally out of the loop when girl talked about their Disney channel and boy band crushes. I just didn't get what they were so excited about. When I was in about 6th grade (give or take; my grade was an unknown quantity for years) our teacher had us do this game for Valentine's Day where we named a celebrity we'd like to get a Valentine from. I like that teacher a lot and she had good intentions but looking back... Valentines at that age are at least quasi-romantic and that's a whole can of worms. I said Chessie the manatee, tapping into my romance hater reputation, and it's not like I thought of a girl and was afraid to say it. But still, I think I remember that because I was gay. The only other kid's dream Valentine I can remember was a boy said Taylor Swift (she had just become known; I think this was the first time I heard her name) "because she's hot" and the teacher cautioned him. I was really paranoid about coming across as romantically interested, both in girls and in boys. I panicked when I accidentally sent a girl a kissy emoji on yahoo chat when I was 13ish. I had a weird friendship of sorts with a boy in middle school where we couldn't admit we wanted to be friends, so we "hated" each other and attacked each other in various harmless ways. I cut him off without explanation because people kept relentlessly saying we were flirting and calling us lovebirds and it freaked me out. Later I did have boys I was friends with develop feelings for me and interpret my friendship wrong, so that one wasn't totally irrational. One I've been thinking about a lot recently is I was always drawn to tomboy characters. The girls who hated all things girly and wore dirty jeans and backwards ball caps and only played with boys. I adored Leslie Burke in Bridge to Terabithia because Jess couldn't even tell if she was a boy or a girl at first. There was a part of me that related to these tomboys. I was not a girly-girl. I was brash and outdoorsy. But I was in-between. I had long hair and I liked pretty things and dolls and pink. I did relate a lot to the girls who passed as boys in historical fiction, but that was because their options were pretend to be boys or not be allowed to do anything. I thought I'd do that if I lived in that setting, but I'd prefer to just have adventures while being a girl. I guess I always admired tomboys, but I think a lot of it was also attraction, in whatever way kids experience it. I still like jock women, so.

#i have another story but i think i'll save it it's kinda mmmmm #ty!!

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risu5waffles · 2 years

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Holy shite, i missed a (ten) spot!

When i tell you i actually panicked a bit when i realized i'd not put up a recap post. It took me a hot minute to figure out that i was only a day late, but still.

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This level is so loud. Like, thankfully it's also pretty short, but it's still awful damned loud. i try not to get on creators' cases about sound balancing; my ears are so bad, whenever i use music or sfx they're either too loud or too soft, because i honestly can't tell? But even still, i wish more creators would fiddle wiv the volume a bit, especially when they're using community-made tracks; they're always way too loud. Otherwise, this level is, it's fine really. Nothing that really stands out about the gameplay or presentation, but it's fun enough for a couple of minutes. i do have to say it was interesting they used this section of The Cosmos backdrop, 'cause i hardly ever see it. Usually folx (myself included, mind you) pull it down to the arcade cabinets, or mid-way up to the more space-y section. This part is kind of neat too.

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This one's such a neat idea, and really well presented too, right down to the music (tho', if i remember right, Baile-Flamenco was kind of known for that). Kind of half-in-half-out on puzzles and platforming, where you can transfer movability to objects by grabbing them (the in-universe explanation is you're painting them wiv a puddle of blood). i love the little diorama bit toward the end, wiv all the world's monsters, including... YOU! The Sadako climbing out the telly is a top notch bit. i also really appreciate that the creator went to such lengths to put the level in English. It's not perfect, maybe, but their writing/speaking style has a lot of charm, and doing that kind of thing is hard work.

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Just a simple little bounce around the screen grabbing point bubbles and avoiding bombs kind of gig. It's well presented, tho', and the home-brew bounce pads are still functioning mostly right, which isn't always the case wiv LBP1 levels in LBP3.

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i may have gotten on a bit of a taka061 kick that week of recording, but his levels are so good. It does raise a bit of an issue for me, 'cause sometimes i'd really like to just record a bunch of levels by one creator, but wiv only one episode a day, i feel a bit like i'm taking space from other folx? Honestly, i'd love to just take two weeks and play all of chronos' stuff for the archives. The only thing of note here, aside from the level just being really, really good, is i wound up having to record it again a few days after the episode went live, because i needed some b-roll for my LittleBite-sizedPlanet look at Tic Tac Sunset, and that playthrough was way better than the one we have here. Just a little salty about that.

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Kind of weird we had two levels based around colouring the environment in the same chunk of ten. That wasn't planned at all. Neither was my having a pseudo-y Roman-y motif-y kind of level to be published on the Ides of March. Just happy accidents all over, i guess. This one is nice enough, but it is just a bit too much, and i felt like it'd worn its welcome out by the end (tho', in fairness, that was on me since i wanted everything i could get for the archive). Now i really appreciate that the creator apparently had the same idea, and gives the player two chances to bounce early. That's not me giving a backhanded compliment, i really do think that's a cool thing to do. There've been plenty of levels i've played, even quite good ones, where i've found myself thinking "please, just give me a scoreboard already." One interesting thing wiv this one, or at least how it dovetails wiv the LittleBite-sizedPlanet for this upcoming Friday, is how if you make too many things interactable, your brain (or mine, at least), just starts to actively not care? Because there are just too many things going on to track, or for any one of them to have real importance in comparison to any of the others.

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It's a little weird that this level leads off wiv that wee robot-y(?) character being very clear that you have to turn every valve, and then half the valves in the level not actually doing anything. i wonder if that was on purpose, or if something went a bit sideways in the translation from LBP2 to LBP3. i liked this one fairly well; it's got a really solid material and decoration set that get put to good use, tho' i'd say they're presented best when the camera is pulled in a bit more. That happens a lot, i find. It's rare for a creator to get a big environment looking real good, even when it's necessary for gameplay to have a pulled out view. That's not meant to be a knock on any creators, just that it seems a tough trick to pull off.

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We talked about this on Friday, and i stand by everything i said there.

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i wound up really enjoying this one, and i'd like to give the LBP1 level it's adapted from a play on stream. The swimming bits were a little hard to navigate, on account of them being dark, and my always forgetting you can't just change layers underwater, but i really don't have any big complaints about this one.

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Gameplay-wise there's nothing too flash in this one, but i really found myself charmed by the environment. kome managed to nail a scale that felt just right. The incidental details really put in a lot of work too. Like, those terrariums? <chef's kiss> i did discouver thanks to this one (we'd actually played it on stream before i recorded it for the archive) that Twitch mutes the audio in the VoD download file, not just the VoDs that are up on Twitch, and i hate that like the devil hates sin. i'd suspected it to be the case, but i never listen to my streams once they're up. Even searching for a thumbnail i tend to have it on mute. It just popped in my brain to make a point of checking this time, and sure enough. i tell you that really frazzles my frizzles.

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Dry tree yo. Just.. Dry tree. i don't even really know what to say aside from it is so very, very good. The fact that it has still, somehow, managed to not be Team Picked (despite having picked up a Level of the Day nod) is, quite possibly, honestly a sin. If it weren't for the fact that some of the Team Picks are actually very much quality, i'd assume Sumo were throwing darts at a list of creators they already liked. i played through this one so many times trying to get a run wiv all the secrets, which is a difficult feat on account of i never put any points into Spot Hidden, but i did finally manage to pull it off. Gotta say it felt pretty good.

So that's another 10 down, yeah. After the kerfluffle wiv my level last week, i've got the feeling it's going to be a little late to justify an every 50 schedule for a hub publish. i kinda had that feeling tho'. i do think this build is going to go more quickly, since there are a lot of parts to it that i'm keeping from the previous one. Trying it out in dThermo is a bit of a worry; i've never had particular luck wiv that system. Based on what i've heard, tho', at least some of it was just me honestly using it wrong. Thankfully i've got chat helping out, and @mellangard , especially, has a lot of experience wiv dThermo, and his advice has been invaluable.

i don't know that anyone watches the episodes all the way to the end to notice, but i think i changed up the end card somewhere in this stack. Nothing really too drastic, just tossed a progress flag up instead of the black background i'd been using. i don't change the tagline every episode like i do wiv LittleBite-sizedPlanet, and i think we'll probably be sticking wiv "For Fierce Trans Joy" for at least a little while longer. Times have been rough for us, and look to be getting rougher depending on where you live (my trans sibs in Missouri, just... fucking hell); but i want us to have our joy, even if we have to claw it out raw and bloody.

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #lbp #lbp1 #lbp2 #lbp3 #Youtube

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what-about-yogurt-night · 5 months

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Here's the most recent story I've written about a couple of my ocs, it's for a class so technically it's finished in terms of the assignment but the story isn't wrapped up cause it's supposed to be the first 10 pages of a novel so sorry in advance for the poorly written cliffhanger I ended it on💀😅😂

Divider cause it's a big chonk lol

D·I·S·C·O·V·E·R·Y

“Man, it’s wild to think that we’ve only got a week or two left of school, right, Con?”

Conor looked up from the ant he had been watching crawl along the rock they were sitting on. “Only six days, yeah.”

Michael leaned back and looked up at the clouds gliding lazily at the summer sky. “Six days left of high school and Mrs. Henderson still hasn’t handed me back that one math homework.”

“You turned it in over a month late, remember?” Conor chuckled. “You got a zero on it, no question.”

“I did it though, shouldn’t that count for something at least?”

“Okay, maybe it’s worth a ten, but no more than that.”

Michael snorted. “Whatever, I hate math anyway.”

“I know you do,” Conor said as he rolled his eyes. “You still owe me five bucks for that assignment I did for you last quarter, by the way.”

Michael muttered something incomprehensible and pretended to look for his wallet, even though they both knew he barely ever brought it to school and half the time didn’t even know where it was at home.

Conor sighed after a moment. “I’ll remind you later.” Pushing himself off the rock and onto the hot sidewalk, he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “C’mon, our bus will be here any minute.”

As the two boys were trudging over to where the rest of the kids in their neighborhood were waiting, an odd rumbling resonated through the sky and, after a few seconds, sent vibrations strong enough for most of the students to look up in confusion. Both the vibrations and the noise stopped relatively quickly, but people were still squinting up at the clouds for several minutes afterwards.

“What was that?” Michael asked Conor, even though there was no way Conor could’ve known.

Conor searched the sky for any evidence of plane contrails or anything else that could give any sort of clue, but there was nothing. “I dunno, maybe a jet went by or something,” he suggested halfheartedly.

“It sounded like it was coming right for us, though,” Michael said, clearly much more shaken than Conor was. “What if we’re getting attacked? What if they’re gonna come back and, like, bomb us or something?!”

Before Michael could start properly babbling about World War III, though, the school bus rolled into the lot and everyone started piling on. “Hey, it’s okay, it was probably nothing,” Conor assured his panicked friend. “Plus, if it really was an attack, we’d be hearing sirens all over the place, probably.”

This was enough for Michael to at least calm down a little, and by the time they were dropped off at their stop back home, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the whole thing. Conor had never fully been able to comprehend Michael’s short recovery time, and this instance was no exception. Despite not thinking much of the noise at first, Conor found himself wondering about what it could’ve been more and more, even though Michael had steered the conversation away from it a while back. As they split off from each other to head to their respective homes, Conor couldn’t help but wonder if whatever had made that noise was still in the area.

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The next day, the strange rumbling had been mostly forgotten, and the day played out normally as if nothing had happened. The lack of attention put on it nagged at the back of Conor’s head, but for the sake of keeping Michael calm, he decided that bringing it up again was probably not the best idea just yet.

“Y’know,” Michael grunted as he desperately tried to pull his gym bag out of his locker, “Since I’m gonna be in Spain for a good chunk of the summer, I think it would be cool if we check out a few spots in town we haven’t gone to yet before it’s too late. Any places you wanna go to?”

Conor snapped back to reality. “Uh, let me think…”

“I’ve always wanted to go to the Newbury Comics,” Michael babbled, “and that one place with the red sign on the corner of West Street always looked kinda cool.”

Conor couldn’t help but laugh. “You know that’s a sex shop, right?”

Michael’s face went red. “Okay, scratch that one, then. How about we just go to the comic book store and splurge on useless junk?”

“That’s better,” Conor chuckled, watching as Michael finally dislodged his bag and stumbled backwards a few paces. “I guess I’ve always been kind of curious about that old golf course on the edge of town. I’m pretty sure they abandoned it after it flooded, right?”

“Don’t ask me, I don’t golf,” Michael told him, pulling a pair of dingy old sneakers out of his gym bag and changing into them. “But that could be cool, we could swing by there after and take a look around.”

Conor nodded, but then furrowed his brow after a moment. “Do you remember if there are any ‘no trespassing’ signs around it, though? I wouldn’t want us to get in trouble.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Michael told him. “If anything we might walk in on a drug deal or something but as long as we don’t talk to anyone it should be fine.”

Conor gave him a look. “You’re not helping, you know.”

“Bro, this was your idea; if you don’t wanna go then why’d you suggest it in the first place?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s just that I don’t want to walk in blind,” Conor insisted. “All I’ve ever known about it was what I could see from the car whenever my folks and I would drive by, after all.”

“Fair, fair,” Michael said, shoving the gym bag back into his locker and slamming the door shut. “How about this: we swing by, and if there’s anything telling us we’re not allowed in there we turn back. How does that sound?”

Conor nodded slowly. “Sure, we can do that. I do want to bring my camera so if we’re allowed inside I can take some pictures, if that’s alright. I feel like the place must be super overgrown by now.”

Michael scoffed. “I don’t know how you can stand taking so many pictures of boring ol’ plants and stuff. It’s all the same: leaf, leaf, leaf, branch, leaf, leaf, flower, leaf, grass, grass, branch, leaf—”

“At least I don’t take photos of my biceps in the mirror,” Conor retaliated. “If you don’t do any arm workouts they’re not going to get any bigger, you know.”

Conor successfully dodged the kick Michael had aimed at his shins and stuck his tongue out at him playfully as Michael struggled to think up a rebuttal. Just then, though, a teacher walked by, so they were forced to stop scuffling lest they get in trouble.

“I do too work my arms out,” Michael hissed, as Conor stifled a laugh.

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That weekend, Conor sat outside his front porch with his camera, a flip phone, his wallet, a notepad and pencil, and a flashlight—just in case—all stuffed into an old messenger bag he had found among his dad’s old stuff a couple years back. He knew that Michael would be at least a little bit late, but he still found himself worrying as he always did when things didn’t go exactly as planned. To make himself feel better, Conor rubbed the soft leather of the bag between his fingers and checked his phone to see if Michael had texted him anything. To his relief, there were several new messages:

car wont strt

srry 4 w8

luv u

jk ur ugly

ok headn ovr

Conor took a deep breath. At least that explained the wait. Clicking his phone closed, he found himself gazing up at the now cloudy sky, wondering if anything unusual would show itself. Whatever we had heard that day didn’t sound like it ever left, he realized after mulling over what the mysterious rumbling had sounded like. It’s almost as if whatever it was landed somewhere. Suddenly having a revelation, Conor whipped out his notepad and started sketching out a vague map of the town, with the high school at the center. He was almost certain that the sound had come from the right-front side of the school, so he marked out an area where the sound could’ve been coming from based on that. After ruling out most of the closer areas and anything far enough away that the vibrations wouldn’t have possibly been able to reach far enough, he was left with a place that gave him goosebumps: the old golf course, seemingly abandoned for years, now might not be as abandoned as they had thought.

Conor jumped as Michael’s car scraped into view, and began to gather up all his things so he’d be ready to go by the time Michael got to the driveway. Michael’s car was in even worse shape than when he had last seen it: the mismatched door on the front passenger’s side was starting to rust just as much as the rest of the car, and there was a new dent in the bumper that Conor didn’t remember being there for. As Michael pulled up on the side of the road, Conor thought he heard something dislodge from inside one of the wheels, and for the rest of the way the car had an unpleasant rattling noise accompanying the rest of its already pathetic noises.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping!” Michael called out in a mocking tone. “Or that’s what I would say if I was a basic bit—”

“Shut up, if my sister hears you, you're dead meat,” Conor cut him off, scrambling into the passenger’s seat and carefully putting on his seatbelt so he’d at least have some chance of survival in the not-so-unlikely chance they got into an accident.

“C’mon, there’s no way she can hear us out here,” Michael scoffed. “And even if she can, she needs to know the truth.”

“I saw Mean Girls in the theaters and I can tell you it isn’t nearly as bad as you’re always making it out to be; it’s ten times better than the stuff you watch, anyway.” Conor lurched forward involuntarily as Michael forced the car into drive and slammed on the gas.

“You‘re just saying that ‘cause you’re a sissy. Only real men can handle the masterpieces that I have in my library.”

“Your ‘masterpieces’ are just full of gore and rubber masks and don’t have any plot whatsoever. If I wanted to experience something like that I’d just go to a Spirit Halloween.”

Michael rolled his eyes and then slammed on the brakes as they approached a stop sign, a couple empty Monster Energy cans getting tossed around in the back seat in the process. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on, man,” he told Conor, who, after almost chipping a tooth on the dashboard, had decided to grab onto the handle above his door and grip it so hard his knuckles turned white.

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As they wandered through the comic book store, Conor found himself unable to focus on anything other than the map he had drawn in his notepad. Should I tell him? He wondered. I don’t want to scare him, and I might be completely wrong about the whole thing anyway. On the other hand… Wandering away from where Michael was looking through posters—he insisted on finding a Metallica one to replace the one he had ripped last year—Conor floated towards a display sporting pins from various franchises and began to absentmindedly shift through them. Among the superheroes, band logos, movie quotes, and anime characters, he eventually came across one that caught his eye. It showed a classic flying saucer with a little green alien piloting it, and the words “FAR OUT!” were scrawled along the bottom in bubble letters reminiscent of the 70s. Something about the way the alien looked at him through the glass of its little spaceship made his stomach feel odd, but he couldn’t bring himself to put it back.

“Found anything cool?” Michael asked, suddenly appearing behind Conor and making him jump. “I couldn’t find the poster I wanted but I did pick up this cool Iron Maiden one,” he told Conor proudly, waving the tube in his face. “Ooh, you gonna get that pin?” he added, poking Conor’s hand with the poster.

“I was thinking about it,” Conor told him, instinctively closing his fist around the pin so Michael couldn’t see. The weird feeling in his stomach turned sour as he was reminded just how soon they were probably going to be heading to the golf course, but he knew that stalling wouldn’t accomplish anything. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I was thinking about picking up a t-shirt too but they didn’t have my size in the designs I liked. Downsides of being absolutely shredded.” Michael proceeded to mime lifting a barbell using the poster as a stand-in, attempting to show off his not-very-impressive muscles. Conor promptly took the poster away from him and brought it to the checkout, and offered to pay as Michael protested from behind him.

“Geez, what’s the big idea?” Michael whined. “You never have any respect for these guns—”

“Do you want to pay or what?”

“Ew, no, you do it.”

Conor sighed and gave the cashier his credit card. It wasn’t like Michael would’ve had his wallet with him, anyway. After grabbing the receipt and the now-bagged merchandise, Conor let Michael drag him back outside to the parking lot where the car was sitting solemnly in its own decay, and they both sat down in their respective seats.

“Hey, uh, before we head to the golf course, I think you should take a look at something,” Conor finally mustered up the courage to say. He couldn’t quite figure out why he felt so nervous.

Michael adjusted the mirror and glanced quickly at his friend. “What, did you find something saying it’s private property or something?”

“Not really.” Conor pulled his notepad out of his messenger bag and opened it to the map he had drawn. “I was just… thinking about the noise we heard, and I think that whatever was making that noise might have landed somewhere in the golf course.” He quickly explained what each thing in his drawing represented, and watched as Michael’s eyes widened.

“Yo, you think it’s even safe to go in there?” Michael whispered once Conor had finished. “Who knows what could’ve landed there? A bomb? An enemy plane??”

“I don’t know,” Conor told him, “but whatever we do, I at least think I should go in and take a look. I could even get some photos if I find anything.”

Michael sat in thought for a few moments, and then sat up a bit straighter so he could look Conor in the eyes. “I don’t want you going in alone, Con, you should have someone watching your back. And when I say ‘someone’ I mean me.”

Conor let himself deflate a bit. “Okay, as long as you don’t do anything stupid.”

“Me, stupid?! Bro, ‘stupid’ isn’t even in my vocabulary.” Michael crossed his arms defiantly, accidentally honking the horn in the process and sending a flock of birds into a frenzy outside.

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“Don’t see any ‘no trespassing signs’ yet, I think we should be good,” Michael commented as the two boys rattled up to the golf course’s parking lot. Lurching to a stop, they scrambled out of the car and went over the plan.

“Okay, remember, you take the flashlight, and I’ll hold the camera. If anyone jumps out at us, use the light to slug them in the face, got that?” Conor told Michael, rummaging through his bag and taking out the items mentioned.

Michael took the flashlight from him, tossing it lightly to himself to get used to the weight. “Tell me again why your on-the-go flashlight is big enough to have its own postal code?”

“It’s the only one I have,” Conor insisted, hanging his camera on his wrist by the wrist strap so he could put his bag back on. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather have that than a dinky old thing that dies after ten minutes?”

“I guess so,” Michael muttered. “It’s not even dark out yet, though, so the battery life wouldn’t really matter, right?”

“I don’t know how big the course is, for all I know we could be out here all night.”

Michael looked down at the flashlight and made a noise. “We better not get jumped by some wacko after dark, I can barely tell if someone’s coming after me even in broad daylight.”

“Well then, let’s just hope that we don’t bump into anyone who wants to hurt us,” Conor said.

At that, they began their trek out into the unknown.

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Spoiler alert cause I'll prolly never finish the story lol: they find an alien spaceship in the golf course😳 then they help save the alien from getting probed by humans or something idk (the alien's supposed to be Silvin who's one of my other main ocs)

#writing #creative writing #original characters #my ocs #aliens and ufos #school assignment #The story's set in 2007 lol

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concerto-roblox · 2 years

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just made the same cup of coffee three times and now i'm crying how's your evening going

#so i'm at work and we didn't use to serve coffe but now we do #and i have never made coffee before in my life #and it should be fairly simple bc it's instant #but i forget to turn the machine on when i get to work #and then this guy tells me his coffee is 'freezing cold'#which it literally wasn't it was literally warm but apprently coffee is supposed to burn the roof of your mouth or whatever #i say sorry and then try not to cry bc i feel stupid #and then i go wait for the water to heat up more and i keep putting some in a cup to test how hot it is #i think it's hot enough but after i've made it i start panicking it's not hot enough #and the sink is broken so i go outside to poor it down the drain #and then i TRIP and spill it all over my hand #turns out it was hot enough bc i burned my whole hand and started actually crying #i don't get to the cold water fast enough so it stings like a bitch #then i go make the coffee AGAIN (while crying) and try to calm down #i go give the guy his coffee and say sorry it took so long and i pretend the machine is broken bc i'm so fucking embarrassed #this time he seems nice and says thank you but idk if it's cos he heard me crying or not #i try to hold it in but i accidentally make a weird noise while walking away and i'm hoping he didn't hear me #and yeah now i feel stupid AND i hurt myself #girlies do not believe anyone who says autism isn't a disability 😔#just realised i misspelled coffee in the first tag but i'm on mobile and am not going back to change it lmao #how to be cringe 101 #i may delete this idk i don't normally vent on here but i needed to talk abt it to calm myself down #and i can't call either of my parents bc of the stupid *******#sorry i'll stop i honestly feel better now

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨× 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟗𝐊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧), 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨/ 𝐒𝐮𝐛! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux

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"Miss L/N? May I please have a word with you?"

While others would have already been sweating nervously at having their journalism professor single them out after they had just turned in an essay 2 days ago, the called out girl had a smug grin on her face that she did not care to hide as she practically strutted over to her teacher's desk. Looking over to make sure all the other students were gone and door was closed, she immediately pushed away some of the books on the edge of the desk before perching herself on it, one leg crossed over the over. Taking out the cherry tootsie pop from her mouth with a loud pop, she asked him:

"How can I be of service?" With a wink she put thr candy back in her mouth, making sure he could hear the sucking sound she made as she wrapped her lips around it.

He shook his head as he recognized the all too familiar tone in her voice that meant she was up to no good again.

"Don't start with me Y/N, you're already pushing your luck. First off......."

He tapped her exposed thigh with the tip of his pencil.

"You know I don't want you, or anyone sitting on my space. Second..."

One of his hands reached out and took away the lollipop from her mouth and dumped it in the trash bin under his desk.

"I've already told you no more eating in my classroom." He reminded her.

With a pout on her lips, she whined softly.

"But I was hungry! And besides.......I saw you staring at me in class as I sucked on it."

Clearing his throat, the black haired male adjusted his tie nervously, not thinking he got caught.

"You're very distracting at times." He excused himself.

Letting out a giggle, she scooted close to where she was sitting right in front of him, legs spread out enough that if he bent his neck, he'd be able to see right up her short plaid skirt and gaze at her bold choice of the pink lace panties he loved seeing on her during the nights she went over to his house. But he resisted the urge, instead keeping his face up and away from her lower bottom.

"Maybe you're just having trouble focusing cause you're too stressed......but I can help with that Yunho."

Feeling bolder than other days, she slipped off his desk and straddled one of his thick and massive thighs, her lips attaching themselves to his neck as one of her hands rested in between his legs, groping at his now hardening member that was bulging out of his khaki dress pants. Yunho bit back a moan, one of his hands instinctively reaching over to caress her thigh, drawing out circles before going further up her skirt, eyes scrunching together in confusion when he did not feel the material of the safety shorts she was supposed to wear. Feeling something soak his thigh as she slowly grinded down on it, his large hands gripped her thighs and got her off him, placing her back on his desk with a loud thud. She gasped softly when he lifted up her skirt and saw the familiar flower pattern covering her now soaking core, a visible wet patch in the middle of it. Yunho looked back at her with a disgruntled gaze.

"Surprise?" She batted her eyelashes at him rather innocently.

Letting out a huff, he pulled her skirt down before rummaging through his bag.

"Not only do you belatedly disobey dress code and wear a uniform skirt that's much too short, but you don't even wear your safety shorts?" He was beyond annoyed at this point, and Y/N knew it. Wanting to poke fun at him, she snorted.

"What? Afraid I'll bend over and someone else will see?"

Although she meant it as a joke, she immediately stopped laughing when he slapped her thigh.

"Yes."

She gulped as he stared her down. She could see the jealousy burning in his eyes, could also see the lust hidden behind him. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over that dammed furniture right then and spank her for even thinking about pulling off such a daring thing. But then he remembered where they were, the prestigious university he worked at and she studied in and calmed himself down, refusing to give in to her fantasy of having him fuck her in the very classroom where they met a year ago.

Taking a deep breath, he handed her a spare pair of shorts he kept with him.

"Go to the bathroom and put these on right now." He ordered her.

Looking at them, she chuckled.

"And just how did you know to keep a pair with you?" She inquired.

Smiling softly, he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers.

"I'm dating possibly the brattiest and most mischievous vixen in this school. I have to be prepared for anything."

With an innocent peck to her lips, he ushered her off his desk again.

"Now run along and do as I say. You're already on enough problems as it is, especially after you did utterly horrible on your last essay." He picked up a tiny stack of papers and waved it in front of her face.

Grimacing, she looked up at him.

"Does this mean I'm failing the semester?"

"I don't know...what do you think?" He questioned her.

Knowing she was screwed, she put on the cutest and most innocent puppy eyes she was capable of making and began playing with the tie across her teacher's neck.

"Please professor, don't you think you could be a little nice and give me a chance to make up for it?"

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear.

"Perhaps with one of those sloppy and messy blowjobs you love getting?"

Gulping slightly, Yunho gently pried her hands off him.

"Nice try Miss L/N, but if I'm going to be a fair teacher, I have to treat you the same as the others in these situations."

Her mouth dropped as he nonchalantly began packing his things to go have lunch in a teacher's lounge and hang out there until his next class.

"Seriously? Not even if I promise to do better or even bake you a cake?" She scoffed.

"Nope. And I'll remind you the last time you tried to bake me a cake, you nearly burned your eyebrows off." He let out a soft, deep laughter as he brushed past her to leave the room.

"But I'm your girlfriend!" She complained.

"And precisely because you're my girlfriend is why I want you to do better, even if it means failing you to get you to straighten up your act. Seriously princess, just because you're practically an heiress, doesn't mean I'll allow you to do as you please let alone give in to your every whim."

With a kiss to her forehead and a pat on her head he reminded her to behave and to follow his previous instructions of going to the bathroom before leaving her alone in the room.

Feeling fury rise up in her body, Y/N stormed out of the classroom and headed straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Hating the fact her stubborn and hard headed boyfriend practically called her a spoiled brat, she locked herself in one of the stalls and proceeded to dip her hand inside her folds, rubbing furiously at the clit, desperately trying to get some relief from all the pent up sexual tension she'd been accumulating. Inserting a finger inside herself, she tried to imagine that it was one of her boyfriend's long fingers penetrating her, even though it was no where near the real thing. Sometimes she'd get wet during class from him just tapping his fingers on the whiteboard, picturing all the times he'd buried them deep inside her and had her squirting all over his arm.

She imagined him laughing in her ear, calling her a dirty little girl and teasing her for making such a mess of herself as his thumb continued to abuse her sensitive little nub. She released long and deep moans, not giving any fucks about if someone came in and found out what she was doing.

Frustrated at not being able to get herself off like she wanted to, she simply tore the lace panties off herself and threw them in the trash can. Stepping out of the stall, she reached for her bag to get the shorts she'd been ordered to put on, but suddenly stopped. Still upset and not getting her way, Y/N zipped her bag back up and adjusted her skirt. With a little shrug, she calmly walked out the bathroom and headed to her next class. On her way over, she accidentally dropped her phone which sent her panicking for a moment.

"Please don't be broken." She was screwed if she broke the third phone her parents bought her in less than a month.

Bending over, she flipped it over and let out a sigh of relief as the screen was intake and still working. Standing upright, she stuffed it back in her bag and continued along as if nothing was the matter, as if she wasn't already late to class....

As if she totally didn't just get caught in her little scandalous lack of clothes.

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Yunho calmly picked up some of his lunch on his fork, ignoring the usual snickering and gossip of his seniors who were seated on the table next to his. He had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes or groan dramatically at their nonsense.

"It was so hot." Seonghwa, the social science teacher laughed.

Hongjoong, who was the visual and performing arts teacher, leaned in to whisper, not so discreetly since Yunho could still hear him perfectly.

"I know. I nearly dropped my books when I saw her ass on display. I wanted to go over there and smack it." He admitted unashamedly.

"Oh my God did you catch a glimpse of her pussy? I'm pretty sure it was soaking and fuck.....I just wanted to have a taste."

Yunho cringed when the older male swiped his obnoxiously long tongue across his lips.

"I bet she tastes so good and I bet her pussy is so fucking tight. I'd totally fuck her if I got the chance."

Seonghwa agreed with Hongjoong's words.

"She'd probably let you. I mean.....if she bold enough to come to this oh so holy school with those extremely short skirts and not wear underwear, I'm pretty sure she'd fuck around with a teacher or two." He added.

"Wasn't there a rumor circulating last year about her hitting on a teacher or something?" Hongjoong tried to remember.

Seonghwa shrugged.

"Wouldn't surprise me if it was true. And it wouldn't surprise me if any teacher accepted her advances. L/N Y/N is a seriously gorgeous girl, I don't think anyone could resist her."

Yunho dropped his fork when he heard her name, his blood boiling now as he replayed all their words now in a different light as he realized they were talking about his girlfriend. Grabbing his lunch, he quickly stood up and threw it in the trash, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore, but instead feeling angry and furious. Checking his time, he knew she was about to come out of her next class any minute now, so he waited for her outside his classroom, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

When she finally turned the corner, his eyes narrowed in on her, more specifically on her skirt. Sauntering over to her, he caught her off guard when he gripped her wrist harshly and dragged her inside the classroom, leaving her confused and wondering what had gotten into him. Making sure to lock the door behind him, Yunho pinned Y/N to the wall and in a flash lifted her skirt up, his face reddening as he confirmed it indeed was her that Seonghwa and Hongjoong were gushing and lusting about.

"Did I not specifically instruct you to put on the safety shorts?"

She shivered at the harsh tone he was speaking to her with.

"I...well, yes but-"

She let out a squeal when his fist banged on the concrete next to her face.

"Then explain to me why not only did you disobeyed me, but you actually went off parading around the school with absolutely nothing to cover that drenched cunt of yours."

She was absolutely speechless at his demeanor, she had never seen him this angry before and she wasn't going to lie, it was quickly arousing her.

"Yunho...Yunho I'm-"

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, one hand gripping her jaw as his tongue poked out to invade her mouth, as his other hand hiked her skirt up, a finger sliding across her folds.

"Don't fucking tell me you're sorry. We both know whores like you aren't build to feel regret."

His mouth silenced the sounds that came out if her as a result of him slipping one of fingers inside her, the very thing she had been craving all day.

"Oh fuck..." She breathed out when he gave her no chance to adjust as he shoved a second finger inside, circling them around to stretch her walls out.

"Hmmm yeah. That's all you think about don't you? Your head is just filled with thoughts of getting fucked."

She couldn't resist it as she began rolling her hips, wanting him to fuck his fingers deeper inside her.

"Is that why you allowed Professor Seonghwa and Hongjoong to see you like that? Did you purposefully bend over to let them see your filthy hole? Hmm? I bet you did it on purpose."

She opened her eyes and gasped harshly when he then added a third finger, the wet noises her pussy was making now becoming louder.

"Wh-what?" She managed to get out a single word.

Yunho grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper in her, almost tempted to shove his entire fist inside.

"Don't play dumb. They saw you bending over and saw your lack of underwear. I had to hear their bullshit talk of wanting to eat your pussy and fucking it." He let out a low growl as he recalled their lewd words, sending him into an angry mode once again, prompting him to move his lips from her mouth to proceed with an attack to her neck, sucking on all her sensitive spots.

"Did you want that? Did you want fucking Park Seonghwa to eat out that pussy of yours? Or did you want Kim Hongjoong to hit it from the back as he slapped your ass red?"

Before Y/N knew it, she was releasing such erotic noises as she threw her head back, gasping out as an unexpected orgasm took over her. Yunho also couldn't believe how unbelievably fast she came, and he was beyond pissed as he realized that he helped her get off to the thought of someone who wasn't him. Pulling his fingers out of her, he squished her cheeks, the remnants of her cum now plastered on the sides of her face.

"Did you seriously just cum at the thought of those two assholes?!"

Without a warning, he lifted her up and roughly sat her on his desk.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Who this pussy belongs to?!"

Spreading her legs as wide as they could go, Yunho dropped to his knees and buried his face in her heat, tongue poking out to suck off all the juices his hands had her spilling out from before. He had no shame as he spilled out almost animalistic sounds as began slurping hungrily at her heat, paying close attention to her clit.

"No one but me gets to eat your pussy out. No one can make you get you like this but me." Pulling away, he spit onto her clit before diving back in, moaning erratically to send vibrations into her mound.

Y/N's chest began rising up and as her breathing became more labored. Her hands tried reaching for his head to try and grind herself against his face, but he harshly slapped them away.

"Keep them up or I'll tie them up." He hissed at her.

Wanting to keep herself from being tempted to move them back to his head, she opted to place them on her chest, kneading at her breasts as Yunho continued to devour her, tongue flicking in and out of her core. She felt herself ready to burst at any moment, and Yunho knew it too. He waited til she was a mere slurp away from cumming before removing himself, earning a frustrated groan from her.

"Yunho!"

She sat up to complain, but his hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her back on the desk, causing a choked gasp to get caught in her throat.

"Shut up you slut. You'll get and take what I decide to give you and you're in no place to complain. I'm still upset at you failing and livid at you being a slutty exhibitionist."

Pulling her up by her hair, he got her off the desk and shoved her to her knees, placing himself in front of her. He had a sadistic look as he began undoing his belt.

"I believe you offered to suck me off a few hours before......well I'm taking you up on that offer. Suck me off and I'll let you cum. Show me what the mouth of yours can do."

She was nearly drooling when his red tip came out, brushing against her nose. It was painfully erect and leaking precum. Wrapping her hand around it, she made sure to spit on it and coat it generously so her hand could stroke him more easily. She looked up at him, sending him a mischievous smile as she began taking him in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face as she sunk his whole length into her mouth, gagging a little when she reached the base, Yunho inhaling deeply as she proved yet again that she was more than capable of stuffing him down her throat. She began bobbing her head, swallowing around the head while her hand worked on the rest of his dick.

Yunho let her do as she pleased, wanting to get her as relaxed as possible before he commenced his plan. Silently, he removed the belt completely off his pants, making move as if he was going to place it on the desk behind her. While she was distracted, he suddenly removed her from his length, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin.

"Ok.....since you obviously can't seem to do it, let me give you a few private lessons."

Y/N slightly panicked when he wrapped the belt around her neck, using it as makeshift leash and collar. He harshly pressed her back into him.

"Open that mouth of yours."

Following his orders, she opened up as wide as she could. Wasting no time, Yunho slammed his cock back inside her mouth, hips moving at a fast pace as he began to fuck her face, hand never letting go of the long strap. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out, gagging and releasing choking sounds every time he hit the back of her throat. Yunho snickered amusedly as he watched drool pour out of her mouth, prompting him to go even rougher on her.

"That's it, just like that-fuck!"

He shut his eyes tightly, eyebrows furrowed as he began chasing his own release. The girl underneath him moaned uncontrollably as he tightened the belt around her, feeling his spurts of cum flowing down her throat.

"Swallow it all you slut. I don't want you spitting any of it out."

Holding her head in place, he made sure he had emptied himself completely before pulling out of her, her lips red and swollen as she gasped for air. Inhaling deeply, she stuck her tongue out to show she had indeed swallowed all of his cum, prompting Yunho to caress her cheek affectionately.

"Good girl......."

Cocking his head to the side, he easily lifted her up into his arms.

"But you're not off the hook just yet."

Y/N stuck her hands out to keep her face from slamming too harshly into the desk, cheek pressed on the cold surface as she felt Yunho lift her skirt higher to expose her ass. She looked over and noticed him loosing up his tie, tearing it off him before grabbing both of her hands and placing them behind her back, wrapping the tie around them and rendering them unable to move. "Look at you, looking so small and pliant...... like you aren't some filthy little whore."

He began to slowly tease her, slapping his massive cock onto her cheeks and then sliding it across her slick folds. Y/N pushed her ass more out, wanting him to just shove it inside her.

"Oh, are you desperate to cum little one? You want my big fat cock inside you to fuck you dumb?" He cooed at her.

She immediately nodded.

"Yes! Please Yunho! Fuck me dumb!" She begged him, wiggling her ass for him to give in.

She began whining when he still made no move to give in.

"Yunho! Would you please-Ahh!"

With no warning, he tore right inside her, hips setting a rough and fast pace. Y/N tried to grip the desk but was reminded about the fact her hands were bound behind her back. Frantic and staggered moans came out of her mouth as Yunho kept hitting her g-spot, making her previous ruined orgasm suddenly spike up once again. He noticed it too, feeling how her walls began squeezing around him.

"Go ahead. Cum, I know you want to."

Needing no further instruction, she came all over his cock, a long drawn out mewl of his name all she could say as she panted heavily as she was coming down from her high. She had no time to relax though as Yunho simply sped up his thrusts, taking advantage of her sensitive state.

"Y-Yunho no! Please! T-too much!" She cried out, earning her a slap on her ass.

"Shut up! You wanted to come so badly? And I'm happy to deliver."

His grunts and her piercing screams could probably be heard all the way across the hallway, but neither of them cared, Y/N because she got him to finally break and him because he got to claim her as his own. Taking a hold of one of her thighs, he lifted her leg up to rest on the desk, hitting even deeper inside her. Letting out ragged and hoarse grunts, Yunho slightly pulled Y/N up using the belt around her neck.

"Tell me who's fucking you this hard? Who's making you feel this good? Hmm? Answer me!" He smacked her ass once again.

Y/N tried to answer, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish, unable to form any words. Yunho couldn't help but release an evil laugh at the state she was in.

"Awww. I really did fuck you dumb. You can't even remember any words. Let me help you refresh your memory."

She let out a shriek when his hand came down to slap her ass.

"A."

He smacked her once again.

"B."

A third slap resonated through the room.

"C."

She had tears falling at this point from her eyes due to the overstimulation and from the seering pain on her bum from how hard his hand was slamming down on it as he continued to say the alphabet out loud for her. She knew he was definitely going to leave more than a few hand prints on it. He was barely getting to the letter 'N' when she began spasming underneath him.

"Yunho! Stop! I'm-fuck!"

She couldn't control herself as she began squirting from how hard he was thrusting in her, a pool of her liquids forming on the floor. When Yunho saw, he let out a groan of accomplishment, feeling smug at getting her to burst out of control. He wasn't satisfied though, he was nowhere near done with her. Not changing his pace at all, he continued his relentless attack on her throbbing and swollen pussy, one hand holding her down in place while the other went to stuff his fingers inside her mouth.

"I know how much you love my fingers. Such a slut for them. You get horny just by watching them during class."

He felt her muffled moans on his fingertips, followed by a choked out grunt when he pushed the deeper in her mouth.

"Tell me? Do you even remotely think Seonghwa or Hongjoong can compete with me? Can they?!"

Whimpering pathetically, she shook her head as she felt another spurts of liquid drip down her thighs. She was beyond worn out at this point, but wanting to push her past her limit, Yunho began untying her hands.

"Look at you making such a mess on the floor. Tell me if anyone can make you drip as much as I do? Can anyone make you cum for yet a fifth time?"

He took out his fingers from her mouth to let her try and talk.

"Please! Yunho! I c-cant! Can't!" She wailed.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he flipped her onto her back, holding her legs up onto his wide shoulders and quickly slipping inside her once again.

"Yes you can and you will. I know a little cumslut like you can give me one more, just as messy as the last two."

At this point, her nails were raking along the wood underneath her, her vision blurry from all the overwhelming pleasure she was enduring, her thighs aching from how hard his fingers were gripping on them, prints no doubt were going to be left on them, evidence of all that happened in those 4 walls. She was no longer aware of anything around her, the only thing she could hear was the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other and the squealching sounds coming from where they were connected. She muttered something incoherent which she could not even understand herself, but Yunho knew what she was trying to say.

"Come on. Give it to me. Make a mess all over me and then I'll fill up your dirty little hole with my cum."

His thrusts were erratic and sloppy at this point, hand coming down to slap her throbbing and reddened clit, causing her to jolt and squirt all over him once again, her body thrashing and quivering as she tried to move away from him but he just held her in place. With a few more thrusts, he shakily came undone, his hot and thick cum coating inside her walls.

"Fuck! Shit!"

His body collapsed on top of hers, breath hitching as he wheezed slightly. After a few minutes, he got up, bangs sticking to his forehead, sweat trickling down his cheeks and nape of his neck. She was in no better state than him, hair all disheveled and too dazed out to even think. Pulling out of her, a light trickle of liquids came out, falling onto the puddle that was already there.

"Oh my god." Yunho was astonished by the mess they created, unable to stop the shy giggle from escaping his mouth.

Pulling his pants back up, not caring about the wet stains all over it, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. Bending down, he cupped her cheeks and began peppering kisses all over her face, fingers moving the hair away from her forehead.

"You ok my little princess?" He checked on her.

"Tired......can't...move." Through labored breathing she managed to answer him.

"Don't worry my tiny doll. I'll take you back to my place and take proper care of you."

Grabbing her limp arms, he wrapped them around his neck before lifting her up as if she was nothing more than a piece of paper. Y/N mumbled something with a whiny tone as she buried her face in his neck. Yunho chuckled as he processed her words.

"Well......ok. Just because I kinda feel bad at the state you're in, I'll give you another chance to redo your essay. But I want it turned in before the week is over ok?"

She nodded softly, arms clinging tighter around his neck as they walked through the empty hallways.

"And you say you're not the type to have a teacher's pet." She poked his chest slightly.

"Ya, behave or I'll punish you little pet." He gave her a halfhearted warning, that he knew he'd never follow through on after her heard her fussy little whine.

As they were nearing the exit, they were caught by none of than Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were talking amongst themselves and stared in shock when they saw them together. Yunho protectively moved one of his hands underneath her thighs to press her flowing skirt to her body, not willing to allow them another glimpse at what was rightfully his. With a completely calm demeanor, he smiled at them.

"Hey guys. Don't mind us, we're just going home so if you'll excuse us."

Walking past them, he tried so hard not to laugh at their shocked and bewildered expressions.

"Oh! By the way, if you see the custodian, tell them I'm sorry about the mess."

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scintillasofbeomgyu · 3 years

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➷ a star called you — chapter 14: “panicking”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): fluff, band txt, college au, smau (this chapter is semi). wc: 689. warning(s): none; this isn't proofread and was put together rlly fast 😭. an: SURPRISE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 !!

[11:53 pm] — “i'm going to step out for a minute,” taehyun whispers, glancing over to where haewon is monitering the operating board with kai at their side and suhyeon inside the booth. shoving his phone into his back pocket, jogs across the room before clicking the door shut behind him.

after the absolute chaos following your slip up earlier, and a behemoth scolding from haewon, you had retired to one of the sofas lining the walls in the far corner of the studio. taehyun had joined you to ensure you wouldn't self-lament, and while you appreciated the thought, you couldn't help yourself. you made taehyun and kai swear to cover up for you, but it had only left you with an aching feeling�� the after effects of a cowardice you wished you could overcome.

you absent-mindedly nod your head at no one, too absorbed in attempting to figure out the person behind your dorm leader's texts. all your friends were in the room with you, and you were sure anyone who would randomly show up to your dorm at this hour knew your cellphone number.

unable to ignore the strange feeling tugging at your chest, you lock your phone and pull taehyun's hoodie over your head before carefully opening the studio door. a smile curls onto your lips when you think you have successfully snuck past haewon, but you freeze at the sound of familiar voices in the hallway.

“have you been running around in the rain?” taehyun almost yells, but it's tone you know almost too well. he's concerned.

the other person sighs, muttering a “no”, but he is unable to conceal the way his chest heaves. you take a silent step closer toward them to get a better look; and your limbs freeze, trapping your heart in your throat.

beomgyu stands infront of taehyun, rainwater soaked into his hoodie and sweats, pooling at his slippers and dripping off strands of his hair and his nose. his lips are almost blue and his shoulders are shivering ever so slightly, but he smiles. he smiles a smile that is so warm and so inviting, while his eyes sparkle and crease at their ends.

sticking out his arms, he offers four bags to taehyun. “uh, i wasn't sure what they were sick with, so i kinda just got a little of everything,” he shakes the two bags in his right hand and then shakes the two in his left, “and one of these are some things from the convenience store, and the other is some porridge from that place we usually go to– it's still hot so tell them to be careful.”

without saying a word, taehyun takes them from him. you can't see his face, but you can almost feel how astounded he is. because you feel it, too.

taehyun clears his throat eventually, and then speaks, “you could have left this with the dorm supervisor, why come all this way if you didn't want to see them?”

the dorm supervisor? your eyes widen. your heart races as the pieces click together in your mind. beomgyu? beomgyu was waiting outside the dorm for you? he ran through the rain, getting all these things for you? but why?

beomgyu looks as if he's thinking for a moment, then he smiles again. “i like yn too much. you'd think i'd have the courage to tell them after all this time, but as soon as i got here i started panicking,” he laughs, “maybe i've been quiet about it for too long. the thought that i'm not good enough for them is just...too scary, i guess.”

your head swirls and your chest tightens with all the information you were just saddled with. beomgyu... likes...

beomgyu lifts his head to look at taehyun again but his face twists in horror as he finds you standing there. taehyun frowns in confusion and turns his head, only for for his eyes to widen in something between surprise and utter shock.

“yn,” beomgyu says softly, snapping you out of your daze.

when you realize they've noticed your presence, panic has your feet taking you bolting down the hallway.

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yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of."

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that?

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man."

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?"

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about."

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing.

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

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makoodlesarchive · 4 years

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when i was young i fell into a river

pairing: kirishima x reader

word count: 5k

warnings: none, really! a bit of angst, a bit of fluff i guess?

notes: hello, it's me, back again with some writing! it's been a long time and i'm very sorry about that, but i've finally gotten around to writing and posting my spirited away au! i'm v stressed with college so this turned out more vent-y than i had originally intended, but hopefully it's enjoyable anyway! thank you all for being so patient with me, i am endlessly grateful for you

The dream is the same as always, comforting in its familiarity.

A salt-scented breeze cools your sweat-soaked brow as you pause behind one of the sliding screen doors, the rice paper windows doing nothing to block out the chatter of the other workers. The bubbling noise of the bathhouse is constant, and the quiet little moments you steal away for yourself in the middle of the working day is the only solitude you’ve gotten since you came here. The work is physically back-breaking, but you know that you’re working towards a goal. It’s just a shame that you can’t remember exactly what that goal is.

One of the other girls calls your name, and you sigh as your unofficial break comes to an end. You slip back into the room, ignoring the way the frog spirits snicker and hold their noses as you pass. They like to complain a lot about your human stench, but it doesn’t stop them from threatening to eat you every time you make a mistake. Fear, you’ve found, is an uncomfortably successful motivator.

The days bleed into one another, full of scrubbing dark wooden floors and the rich earthy scents of the herbal mixes they use in the baths. The spirits that frequent the bathhouse, that once inspired so much awe and fear in your heart, become so commonplace that you hardly spare them a glance anymore. From the cackling masked spirits that always travel in threes to the grinning cat spirits to the sombre, unspeaking river spirits, you only go as far as to offer them a polite bow before scurrying out of their way. They never spare you any attention, anyway -- most of the time, the spirits’ eyes seem to look right through you.

All but one, that is.

He looks to be a boy around your age, but appearances can be deceiving around here. His red eyes are often dull and blank, but even so they have a certain ageless quality about them that no human twelve-year-old could ever possess. His scarlet hair sticks up in gravity-defying spikes, and his skin is as smooth and clear as running water. His face is often stuck in a carefully cultivated blank expression; the only thing about him that doesn’t seem intimidatingly otherworldly are the deep purple shadows under his eyes.

He helped you once, when you first came here. The rare act of kindness had stuck in your head, made even more remarkable in the face of the following weeks and months of harsh work and cruel co-workers. You wonder if he remembers; he doesn’t often look at you, but sometimes when he does you swear you can see a flicker of something in his eyes.

Two of the girls start yelling at each other, arguing heatedly over the way the work is being divided. A foreman appears to break up the fight, but then they both start shouting at him instead. You take the moment of distraction to relax, wincing at the pull of your tired muscles in the back of your neck. All the other girls working at the bath house are older and bigger than you, which means you need to work twice as hard to keep up with them and prove that you’re worth keeping around.

In the brief moment of rest, your eyes are drawn slowly to the corridor, where guests and workers alike bustle past as they travel to the treatment rooms and bathtubs deeper into the bathhouse. As if you’ve conjured him just by thinking about him, the boy stands in the doorway.

You straighten up on instinct, suddenly self-conscious of your sweat-soaked body and dishevelled uniform. He’s not even looking your way, preoccupied with the two girls who are still yelling at the frog foreman. Slowly though, his eyes began to travel the room, and you take a deep breath and hold it as his dull ruby gaze lands on you like a physical weight. You crack a nervous smile, feeling the muscles in your cheeks that have gone unused for weeks ache at the strain, and raise a hand to give him a tiny wave.

For just a moment, that blankness in his face seems to quiver and fall away. He smiles back.

You jolt awake, breathing heavily and coated in a light sheen of sweat. You’ve had the same dream, or some variation of it, regularly ever since you were twelve years old and while it’s become familiar to you, you still find yourself feeling vaguely panicked when you wake up after it, as though you’ve forgotten something very important.

Once your heartbeat has calmed down a little, you pull yourself out of bed and trudge into the kitchen to make yourself some tea. The weak, milky light of dawn filters in through the windows, lighting your apartment up just enough so that you don’t have to turn on a light to make your way around. You take your tea out to the balcony and sit, gazing out at the purplish early morning sky.

Most of the time when you wake up from those dreams you feel blessedly lucky to be living alone with no one to question or bother you, but sometimes you can’t help but be overcome by overwhelming loneliness. The dreams are silly and most of the time they don’t even make any sense, but in the aftermath of them you’re always left with a vague sense of unfulfillment, though you can’t put your finger exactly on what it is you’re missing. You always end up exactly like this; sitting outside on your balcony in the early morning light, drinking tea alone and desperately wishing for something more.

You sigh, and go back inside.

The dream is the same, but different.

The garden is in full bloom, greenery overlaid with bursts of beautiful bright colours. Camellias, rhododendrons, and oleanders wave and shiver gently in the warm breeze, and apple blossoms hang heavily from a nearby tree. The flowering garden is enormous and maze-like, and you have yet to see it in any state other than fully flourishing.

It’s a beautiful place, especially after the hot, cramped working quarters of the bathhouse. You inhale the sweetly fragranced air and feel the knot of tension in your spine unfurl; it feels like the first time that you’ve been able to breathe all week, but that’s not the only reason that you’ve found yourself outside.

At the bottom of the garden, the grass drops off into a sheer drop. The cliff face overlooks a seemingly endless ocean, and you perch a safe distance from the drop before leaning back in the grass. The sky is an almost surreally deep blue and you watch as enormous fluffy clouds float by, looking as though they’ve been painted on a jewel-blue canvas.

It’s not the first time you’ve had this dream, and you know what you’ll see if you keep patiently watching.

It doesn’t take long — it never does. You time your lunch breaks precisely, all so you get to see this sight.

The clear blue sky makes it so much easier to spot the shiny white scales, flashing jewel-bright in the sunlight. The dragon writhes in the sky, streaking through the air like a great serpent caught in the wind. Even from this distance, you can see the knife-like teeth, the great sharp claws that gleam like pyrite, and the twisting horns that erupt from his head like daggers made from calcified bone. He looks deadly, a living weapon that swims through the air like a salmon in open water, but the sight of him makes something settle in your stomach.

You wonder what it would feel like to fall through the air with nothing but the wind to break your fall. You imagine it must feel like freedom.

The dragon flutters through the air, buoyed by the gentle sea breeze. If you didn’t know better, you might almost think that he was showing off — his movements are hypnotic, dreamlike, more like a dance than anything. His scales glow pearlescent in the midday sun, otherworldly and earthly all at once.

You could happily stay and watch him skim through the sky forever, but already the bell is being rung to call all workers back into the bathhouse. You heave a sigh so deep it feels as though your chest is about to crack with the force of it, before hauling yourself to your feet.

Your break is over, and now it’s back to work.

Sometimes you find it difficult to tell when you’re dreaming and when you’re awake. It feels as though everything is always happening all at once, in the present tense, forever. You don’t get to rest when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, because the dreams just keep coming and coming. Sometimes you don’t feel like your life is real when you’re awake.

Riding on the train has always been therapeutic, especially at this time of the early morning. The sun rising lazily over the horizon sends milky threads of purple and pink across the cloudy sky, and you cradle your chin in your hand as you gaze out across the moving landscape. You love these little trips, feeling more at home in the creaky, overfull train carriage than you do in your own bedroom sometimes, though you can’t quite work out where that particular feeling comes from.

You know sometimes that stories end with “And then I woke up — it was only a dream”, but in your experience the story simply doesn’t end. You cannot fully wake up without the tail-ends of your dreams clinging to you for the rest of the day, and you never fully sleep. You just dream, dream, dream.

Sighing, you lean your head back against the seat that you’re slumped in. The train carriage is too full, and you were lucky to get a seat in the first place — from your vantage point, you watch as people sway in tandem with the motion of the train. It’s almost hypnotic, how they undulate back and forth with every turn, brushing against each other only to be pulled apart again by the lurching train.

Through the sea of bodies, you catch a man’s eye. It breaks the monotony of the morning commute and your own spiralling thoughts, and your spine straightens unconsciously. He quirks an eyebrow briefly, slightly, in such a way that no one would be able to safely accuse him of having done it.

You look away, startled for no good reason. Do you know him? He feels familiar in a way that you can’t quite put your finger on. The train rattles on, and it takes several long minutes before you work up the nerve to glance the man’s way again. He’s still watching you, but you’re ready for it this time. His attention isn’t such a shock, and you allow your eyes to wander over his face properly.

You must know him, you think. Your eyes track over his features as though they’re winding over a well-worn path, admiring the curve of his nose and the fullness of his lips and the arch of his eyebrows over his intense, watchful eyes.

He smiles at you, and it feels as though you’re sharing a secret from across the crowded train carriage. You smile back — it’s just a small tug of the corners of your mouth, but it’s the most you’ve smiled in months. Longer, maybe.

In the middle of the carriage a woman laughs at something her friend has said and sways backward, blocking your view of the stranger. It feels like a loss.

The train trundles onwards, and the carriage gradually empties out. You watch people step off the train with friends, with their heads ducked low, lost in thought, arguing over the phone, distracted with their book bags. By the time it comes to your stop, the man is gone.

You try not to feel disappointed as you step off the train — it’s silly, after all. You don’t know the man, and whatever you thought you felt as you looked at each other was surely all in your own head. Your head has been awfully full, recently.

As you step off the train you grapple with your bag, side-stepping a businessman who is busy shouting down the phone at some unfortunate coworker. You’re distracted, which is the only reasonable explanation for how long it takes you to realise that the man from the train is standing in front of you.

“Oh.” You blurt, startled. You had already begun to resign yourself to never seeing him again, so you can’t help but feel distinctly caught off guard at the sight of him standing before you. “Hi.”

“Hello.” The man says. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you have no idea what he’s waiting for — as it is, you get completely distracted by his eyes. You hadn’t noticed on the train, but now that he’s up close you see that they’re a truly unusual deep burgundy. He tilts his head when you remain silent, and bites his lip. Now that you’re really looking, you notice how sharp his teeth are. “You’ve barely changed at all.”

You blink at him. “Er…” You trail off nervously. You don’t recognise him, but you feel like you know him. Clearly, he thinks that he knows you.

“It’s fitting, isn’t it? Meeting again on a train?” He smiles, and it’s an impossibly knowing expression. You don’t think you’ve ever been on the receiving end of a look that intimate in your life, though you have no idea what he’s talking about.

Someone collides hard with your shoulder and you stagger for balance. You only look away from the man for a mere second, but it’s enough; when you look again, he’s gone.

You take to walking. There’s a wooded area behind the town, and you enjoy traipsing idly through the trees. Ancient roots erupt out of the dirt and fan over the ground like hairs, and the moss that covers the trunks of the trees is such a deep green that it almost seems like paint pigment. It’s soothing, being surrounded by nature like this. It reminds you of childhood — the simplicity of being able to jump over tree roots under a canopy of pale green leaves, of being able to leave all your thoughts and stress at the boundary of the forest.

It’s where you come after waking sweat-soaked and disoriented from a dream that clings to you like a burr, where you walk among the ferns and the needle-leaved weeds until you manage to shake the last vestiges of memory from your mind. You need it, especially in the mornings where you wake up with the acrid scent of herbal cleanser stinging in your nose or the bite of hard calluses on your palms from non-existent rough cloths. On mornings like that, you walk and walk until you no longer feel as though you’re more alive in your dreams than you are in reality.

Deep in the forest is a great red facade, painted a flaking, faded red. You wander by it frequently, admiring the overgrown greenery that crawls up the walls like reaching fingers, the mossy stone guardian that stands sentinel amongst the cracked flagstones that lead into the tunnelled entrance. You’ve asked around in the town, curious about what exactly this building was for, but most of the locals either don’t know what building you’re talking about or admit that they’re not sure. One man told you that the facade was built for a theme park in the 90s that had ended up going bust in the recession, and that the building only looked old.

You remain unconvinced on that front. The building has the kind of presence that only very old things have; it feels like it’s watching you.

For the most part, your walks in the forest are peaceful. Recently though, you’ve found yourself plagued by an insistent, irritating sense of deja vu. You don’t know where it’s coming from, and it hits you at the strangest of times — when you’re making tea, or in the bath, or cleaning your apartment, or on the train, or admiring the sky on a cloudless day.

The man from the train is the boy in your dreams. It takes you weeks to come to that realisation. You just wake up in the middle of the night on a random Tuesday, with wide eyes and clammy skin and his name slipping from the forefront of your mind.

It shouldn’t be possible, but once it dawns on you, you’re certain of it.

Even stranger is that once you realise it, it feels as though you see him everywhere. You see flashes of red hair when you’re walking down the street, when you’re grocery shopping, when you’re walking home late at night. It’s only ever the barest glance out of the corner of your eye, just overt enough for you to know it’s him, but subtle enough for you to question yourself immediately after.

One night, you travel to a local city to meet some old school friends. At night, the city seems to pulse. The music from seedy clubs spills out into the neon-lit streets, muffled shouted arguments echoes from alleyways and apartments alike, and the streets are peppered with people either scurrying or stumbling home, with very little variation. Though the perpetually overcast sky hides any trace of the moon or stars, the streetlamps reflect in the ever-present stagnant puddles littering the street, lighting them up in varying shades of sickly yellow.

At night, the city seems alive. Chronically ill and struggling to breathe, maybe, but clinging to life all the same.

The way the neon lights flicker in the gloomy darkness, just barely illuminating the shadows of people hurrying through the streets to get in out of the rain, reminds you of something you can’t quite remember. It sits in the back of your mind like a sour taste, but no matter how much you reach for the memory it remains just out of reach.

You spend most of the night staring out of the steamed up window of the pub, entranced by the sight of the night streets and frustrated by the memories that seem to dangle just out of reach. You know that it doesn’t make for good company, and you feel guilty for that. Your friends don’t seem overly surprised at your detachment. You’ve been drifting away for years, and though tonight was supposed to be all about reconnecting it seems clear that it’s not going to work.

When you eventually stand up to leave, with forced smiles and awkward goodbyes, you can’t help but feel melancholy settle over you like a second skin. As you slip out of the pub and onto the dark streets, the thought crosses your mind that you’re not used to being alone like this. It’s a silly thought, really; you’ve been alone for years. But sometimes, in those liminal moments between waking and sleeping, you swear you can hear the gentle drowsy breaths of dozens of people sleeping all around you, as though you’re surrounded on all sides. On those nights you wake up hot and claustrophobic and uncomfortable, but never feeling lonely.

It is probably your own fault, you reflect as you drift down the sidewalk like a ghost. It’s difficult to make an effort to know people when you feel as though you don’t know yourself. You don’t know how to bridge the distance between yourself and other people. You think sometimes that you’re missing chunks of yourself.

You pass an open shopfront that’s serving street food, and glance briefly in at the kitchen. The cook is illuminated only dimly in the smoky room, standing out as a shadow figure more than anything, and for a split second you could swear that he has six arms. You look away quickly and carry on walking — you don’t want to look again only to be proven wrong. You want to preserve that little second of magic strangeness for as long as you can.

The puddles on the street seem like they’re glowing with the light reflected from the neon streetlamps, and you weave your way carefully around them to avoid getting your feet wet. The night has a strange quality about it, almost as though it’s holding its breath.

Considering the combination of your pensive mood and the expectant air of the evening, you don’t feel surprised at all when you look up from the wet cobblestones to find the man standing only a few feet ahead of you.

He smiles like he’s nervous, his gaze tracking carefully over your face. In his hands, he’s holding flowers. Camellias, you think. It’s the first time since you first saw him on the train that hasn’t been a fleeting glance out of the corner of your eye— he’s here in front of you and he’s real and solid and sturdy. He seems more substantial than the streets around you, than your friends back at the pub had been.

“Do you remember me?” He asks, voice soft as though he’s afraid of the answer.

“Remember you?” You croak. It feels as though the words are catching inside your throat. “No. But I’ve seen you every night in my dreams for years.”

If that’s the answer he’s expecting, he doesn’t show it. He just keeps looking at you, your face, your body. You wonder exactly it is that he’s seeing. “These are for you.” He says eventually, holding out the flowers. “I didn’t- I wanted to bring you something, when I saw you again. And I know that you always liked the garden.”

He’s talking as if the places that you’ve dreamed about are real. It doesn’t come as the earth-shattering surprise you might have expected — rather, it feels like a key turning in an old lock. A click, and then a sense of yes, that’s right.

You take the flowers, and clutch them to your chest. They’re a fleshy pink, with a vibrant yellow centre. The petals are as soft as velvet. Holding them feels like holding a safety blanket. “Thank you.” It’s the only thing that you can manage to say right now. Your thoughts are too full, and nothing else makes it out of your mouth.

It’s rather startling, the feelings that bubble up in your chest. It feels like something has just been unlocked, as though you had stored away all this emotion somewhere deep in your ribcage and then forgotten about it only for it to resurface at this precise moment, for this precise person.

“Eijirou.” You croak. “Kirishima Eijirou.”

His whole face brightens, and his eyes sparkle. “Yes. That’s me. You do remember!”

They’re not quite memories, you don’t think. They come in dreamlike flashes — the garden, an ocean, train tracks, the feral snarling of a dragon with sharp teeth, hard work and hot food, friends.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” Kirishima is saying, his face open and earnest. “But I told you that I’d come and find you again, remember?”

You do remember, sort of. A flash of a warm hand holding yours, pushing you forward over a boundary between one world and another, and a goodbye whispered behind you that sounds like a promise.

“You saved me.”

Kirishima laughs, though his eyes look a little shiny. “It was the other way around, actually. I would have stayed trapped in that bathhouse forever, if it weren’t for you.”

“The bathhouse.” You murmur, wide-eyed. It was real, real, real.

“Things are different now.” He edges closer to you. He’s large and imposing and taller than you, but he’s hunched slightly in an attempt to make himself unthreatening. “That’s why it took so long for me to come for you. Things were changing. Me and Katsuki run the bathhouse now.”

Katsuki. In your mind's eye you see a boy with wild blond hair and a dangerous look in his eyes, a boy who gives you extra rice when he can manage and takes over parts of your chores when you get so tired that you’re fit to pass out.

“I didn’t mean to make you wait.” He says quietly, and the tide of emotion that you had just barely been holding at bay comes crashing over you. Before the first tear has welled over the edge of your eyelids, Kirishima has stepped forward and wrapped you in his arms. The flowers are crushed between your chests as you cry.

“I didn’t even know what I was waiting for.” You cry into his silk suikan.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers into your hair. “I’m here now. I’m not going to leave again.”

You don’t release your grip on him. You’re not willing to take the chance.

After a moment, Kirishima speaks again. “Are you ready to go?”

“Go?” You echo, finally pulling away. “Go where?”

“Home.” He says, and he means the bathhouse. He means the spirit world.

“You want me to work for you?”

“I want you to help us run it.” He corrects. The distinction is important for both of you — though the memories are distant, you both know what it feels like to have your names and voices erased so cleanly that it makes you wonder if you ever existed fully at all.

“I don’t know anything about running a bathhouse. Especially not one for spirits.” You say, but Kirishima just laughs.

“You were always a hard worker. You’ll learn as you go. That’s what we’ve all been doing.”

You want to say yes. The word beats in your head like a drum, and you can’t think of a good reason to say no. The bathhouse. Home. The chance to feel real and awake at the same time.

“Okay.” You say on a breath, staring at him with wide eyes. “Stay with me, this time.”

When Kirishima’s face lights up in a smile, it’s the first time that you think you can accurately describe someone as incandescently happy. “Good luck getting rid of me again.”

You laugh, feeling nearly delirious with relief and joy. It’s real. He’s real. He’s come back for you, and now you’re going back with him. You think you should probably feel nervous or hesitant, but this brief encounter has felt more solid and right than the rest of the night spent with distant school-friends made uncomfortable by your silences.

“So, how do we get there?” You ask, but Kirishima just grins at you like you should already know the answer.

The train station is tucked away down an alley just off a busy main shopping district.

“It’s easy to miss if you don’t know exactly where you're going.” Kirishima tells you with a sharp smile, and it’s easy to believe. The red brick building that housed the train station is unmarked, and the trains couldn’t be seen from the main street. The alley itself is home to many curious sights -- paper lanterns bob overhead (though they don’t seem to be suspended by anything in particular), a yellowed flyer from the 1950s advertising Marlboro cigarettes drifts along on what seems to be a breeze despite the noticeable lack of wind, and three magpies sit on a wall wearing little golden timepieces on chains around their necks and caw in time with the ticking.

“Ready to go home?” Kirishima asks quietly. In his hand, two train tickets flutter in a non-existent breeze.

A family of mice scamper past your feet, pulling a miniature suitcase between them. A tall, thin woman wearing a blank white mask assists them onto the train.

You laugh at the whimsy of it all — it feels as though you’ve stepped into a fairytale, into a dream, into your childhood. “Yes,” You grin, “I’m ready.”

Kirishima beams back at you, and holds out a hand to help you onto the train. Finding a seat was easy — despite all the passengers you had seen boarding, the carriage was oddly empty. As soon as you’re seated, you sigh. It feels as though you’re sinking into an old overstuffed armchair, comfortable and familiar. When the whistle blows and the train starts moving, you turn eagerly to watch as the train begins to pick up speed. Within moments, you find that you can barely recognise the landscape blurring past the window — It seems that you’re zooming passed a beautiful sea-view, despite the fact that the city the train station was located in was conspicuously land-locked. You sigh happily and lean against your seat.

You still don’t remember everything about your experience in the spirit world all those years ago, but you think you remember hearing someone telling you “Once you meet someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return."

You make eye contact with Eijirou, who smiles back at you so fondly that it nearly hurts to look at. He’s changed so much from the boy in your dreams, in your memories. His eyes are no longer glassy and distant — now they’re shiny and expressive and so bright. His hair is longer too; still spiked and wild, but longer and curling softly over the curve of his neck and shoulders. He’s the boy your remember from all those years ago, but he’s also a man now. Grown, like you have, but smiling at you gently just like you’re ten years old again.

Through the window behind his head, the sunrise begins to bathe the water in delicate pinks and yellows. You’ll wait for as long as you need to for the memories to return, but even if they don’t that’s alright. You can just make new ones.

#this is so cheesy lol but whatever i've been staring at this doc for too long and i want it out of my sight #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #ghibli au #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima x y/n #mha x reader

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warrior-angel · 3 years

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Summary: Someone who knows the lie will also Know the truth. Sam doesn't wanna watch you destroy yourself so you find another way to change his mind but is it really his mind you're changing?

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 3K

Character: Sam Winchester X Reader, little bit of Dean. Alex (OMC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys) Blood!, Age gap ( Reader is 19, Sam is about 36) choking, fluff, language.

Note: I have never written smut and I have no clue how to work with warnings, so please bare with me.

➳ All mistakes are my own!

The first time it happened you were drunk, the guy was right there and he was overing telling you it would make you feel good and in that moment you just wanted to forget your day so you said yes, you drank it. The rush of it lasted for days and the next weekend you were back at the same bar asking for another hit. A shot every week turned into every day and you couldn't go without The rush, the blood pumping through your veins, it all made you feel stronger than you ever thought was possible.

You never thought you would lose yourself to an addiction but here you were. It's a Friday night and you are standing in the back alley of a bar having sneaked away from your dad and your uncle so you could meet your friend who was once again late. You didn't like admitting it but these Friday night meet ups scared you, your dad or your uncle could come looking for you and they couldn't know, nobody could know because even though it felt good you knew it was wrong.

It took for what felt like hours before you finally saw a shadow walking into your direction. He lifted his face and you signed with relief seeing Alex his face, the bastard was smiling from ear to ear while you were panicking over getting caught

“Hey there princess,”

“You're late” you tell him annoyed by it taking so long, you hadn't had your shot yet and you were starting to get on edge.

“Someone is cranky, you should take a shot. I heard it's calming.” he says trying to be funny which you didn't appreciate.

you reached in your pocket and took out the flask and held it out to him.

He nodded his head and took out his pocket knife before lifting up his sleeve and cutting into the flesh. You followed every action carefully, focusing on the crimson red drops that fell to the ground. “Don't worry sweetheart there's more than enough” he tells you, holding his arm out towards the flask which you opened as fast as you could.

you let the drops fall, licking your lips as your eyes take in every drop until the flask is completely filled to the brim.

Once it's full he pulls back, rubbing the soreness from the cut away and showing the wound was almost completely healed.

“Thanks,” you mumble, closing the flask.

“You know what” he says, making your eyes turn up to him. “i’m late and i’m in a good mood, i'll let you take shot if you want”

“what?” you asked, taken back by his words, you hadn't taken a shot straight from the source since the first time he offered months ago.

“You look like you could use it,”

“I want to believe me i just don't" you tell him hesitant "nevermind”

“you don't trust me?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow. “you know what they say, don't trust your demons.” he flashes his black eyes and you shake your head.

“Very funny Alex, you know that if i wanted to i could kill you, or maybe torture suits you better you seem to like it bloody,”

he takes a step closer to you, the pocket knife in his hand and his eyes growing darker.

“don't tease me sweetheart,” he says, sending you a wink before handing you the knife.

“Why don't you take a shot from the best vein,” he tells you, using his free hand he reaches for the collar of his shirt and pushes it aside showing the big veins on his neck. you lick your lips and look into his eyes. Taking the knife from his hand you lift it to make a small cut, letting the blood trickle down as you stuff the knife back into his pocket.

“Do your worst princess,” you lean forward, licking up the line of blood that was rolling down before settling over the open wound taking in every little drop that he's giving you.

“Y/n?” The back door of the club opens and you push Alex away, licking your lips to catch any of the leftover blood before looking your uncle straight in the eyes.

Alex gives you a quick goodbye before putting on his hood and running as far away from you and your uncle as he can, leaving you to deal with the awkward situation.

“So this is why you leave me and your dad every Friday night, you’ve got a secret boyfriend?”

“What? No, he isn't my boyfriend. we were just.” you look up at him trying to figure out what to say but coming up blank. You turn your eyes towards the ground and stuff your hands in your pockets cursing underneath your breath when you hear your ring collide with the metal of the flask.

“got something to show me?” Sam asks and you shake your head. Before he can say anything the back door opens again and your dad comes out looking over the two of you. “Great, you found her, ready to go home?” he asks and you nod “yep, lets go” you walk past him straight towards the Impala thankful that your dad walked out before sam could get ahold of the flask.

The second your dad drove into the bunker's garage and cut the engine you were out giving both your uncle and your dad a quick goodnight before rushing towards your bedroom.

closing the door you let yourself drop against the wood while you try to calm down the pounding in your chest. You had gotten too close to getting caught and you didn't like it. the high from the blood had faded and you were on edge again making your head spin.

You shook off your jacket and threw it on the bed, sitting yourself down beside it and taking out the flask. If you took one little shot just to calm the pounding in your head you would be good, you might not even need another shot tomorrow. Twisting open the lid you set your lips on the rim and swallow the thick liquid.

A loud knock on your door made your eyes snap up. you lick your lips trying to get rid of the evidence while closing the flask. The second you twist it closed and you lift your head your uncle's eyes are on you, This time you knew you were screwed.

“I can explain!” you tell him not knowing what else to say. “You know I was younger once, right? i didn't wait until twenty one to drink either.” he tells you making a nervous smile escape. he thought you were drinking alcohol.

He walks over and sits down beside you making our heart beat rise again.

“You know you can talk to me right?”

“i-i know” you stutter making him smile.

“You got lipstick all over your chin.” he tells you, making your eyes widen, you didn't wear any makeup.

Sam reches up and you back away “don't!” you tell him but he’s already wiping making the stain on your chin worse.

he leans back looking at the crimson red on his fingers and then back up at you.

“is that blood?” he asks looking into your eyes but you stay quiet. he looks towards the flask before setting his eyes back on you and you can see he already knows what's going on.

“what's inside the flask Y/n”

“Please, let me explain.” you say underneath your breath.

He stands up from the bed and shakes his head, Running his hand through his hair trying to make sense of the situation.

“you're drinking demon blood?” you dare to look into his eyes seeing the disappointment and the rage that is stuck in them.

“Please dont tell dad,” you beg and his jaw clenches. “I know it's bad, I do,” you tell him as you stand up from the bed. “It makes me feel stronger, it helps me focus. I need it Uncle Sam, please.”

“No, you don't,” he tells you, “This feeling, that rush, it's not worth it.”

You shake your head, your mind spinning not knowing what else to do than begging hoping he will change his mind. “i can help you y/n, let me help you” he begs and you shake your head even more.

“I have been better than i've ever been, please uncle Sam you know what it's like right, the rush, that feeling?” you ask, begging him to understand the situation. “I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't want it but it feels so good.”

“and what about when that rush ends huh? what about when you don't have anything left and your body is begging for more, how does that feel?” Sam asks, looking at you.

“I have it under control,” you tell him knowing that if you run out you can call Alex for a refill. “yeah?" He asks, stepping closer to you "tell me how's the headache going, the nose bleeds or how do you deal with your heightened senses?”

“How did you..”

“I’ve been there Y/n, i know what you're going through”

“Than do it with me” you say it before you can think about it.

“What? No!” he says, stepping away from you again. “You know how it works, you know what to do about the fire that runs through your body, you know what to do about the tension.”

He's pacing back and forth behind your bed, his eyes going to the flask on the bed and you can see he’s thinking about it. You just have to point him in the right direction, if you can't change his mind you just have to come up with something else, and sex always sales.

“You told me that you always felt guilty for being with a demon, you don't have to with me.” you say reaching for the flask on the bed.

“Don’t!” he warns.

“Tell me that you never think about and I'll drop it.” he looks up at you and you can see his wall is cracking, you just had to find the right way to break it.

“Alex told me the sex is great after you drank the blood, is that true?” his eyes turn away from you and you know you got him right where you want .

“It is, isn't it?.” you push the flask in your pocket and take another step closer, You were blind, he was hot so you coundt help but feel a fire in you're stomach at the idea of fucking him while high on blood.

You slowly lift one of your hands and let your fingers brush over your skin. Closing your eyes you bite your lip as you let your fingers brush the soft skin from your neck down the fally of your breast stopping at the low cut of your shirt and opening your eyes to see Sam's are already on you, his eyes darkened and his breathing heavier. “Do you like that uncle Sam, the idea of fucking me while were both high on blood?” you step past him and lock your door before turning around, Sam his eyes still on your body.

“The things you could do to me. I’ve thought about it you know, my uncle fucking my little pussy, Shit i’m getting wet just thinking about it”

Sam closes his eyes and for a few seconds you think you might have gone too far but when he opens them again his pupils are almost completely black and before you could about what's happening you were shoved against the door, your back hitting the hardwood with a tud taking the breath away from your lungs.

“You think you can seduce me into letting you destroy yourself?” he asks “You’re desperate for that rush right, you want that feeling?” you nod your head hoping he will let you have another shot but instead he leans down “let your uncle show you how to get that,”

Within seconds he pulls your body flush against his and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothes sending a shiver down your spine.

He reaches down until his hand is in your pocket and he's taking out the flask.

“You trust me baby?” You swallow the lump in your throat not knowing what he wants you to do but you nod anyway.

He throws the flask onto the chair beside your door before attacking your lips with his own.

your fingers tuck at the strands of hair making his grip on your hips tighten as you swallow his groans.

His body is flush against yours and you feel your entire body heat up as his hands move back from your hips towards you ass squeezing the flesh in his big hands.

His lips moved from your own down to nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, pressing kisses into your skin, arm wet sweeps of tongue moving over your skin until his teeth sank into that perfect spot just below your ear making sure to leave a mark that you somehow had to explain to your dad in the morning.

He pulled his lips away from you but stayed close. He swallowed and let out deep breaths, his eyes roaming your body before setting his eyes back on yours and for the first time in your live you didn't see think of him as big uncle Sammy who would protect you, You wanted him to destroy you for everybody else and show you all the things he could do with his hands and his mouth.

He bit your lower lip, making you gasp and taking that opportunity to slip his tongue over yours. Hands go down to the hem of your shirt and the second you both pull apart for air he’s taking the fabric off your body.

His lips crashing back into yours as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck. Turning around he walked you towards the edge of the bed before dropping you both down on it, you landed on your back with a soft grunt, bouncing a few times. He leaned on his arm, his fingers going into your hair and slightly pulling on the strands. “Sam,” you gasp not knowing what you're asking for.

A wide grin spreads on his face before he's claiming your lips again and moving his hand to your back to unclasp your bra, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in your room. he slowly lowers his mouth, placing a few kisses on your jaw and going down to your neck creating a path of wet kisses down your body until he reaches your breasts. he sucks on your nipple rolling it between his teeth making you arch your back “oh, shit...” You moan only making Sam's grin wider as he makes his way down your body stopping at the top of your jeans.

“Such a fucking tease,” You breath out making his grin widden even more. “Aren't we greedy,”

“You promised me a rush, right now you only make me want to take another shot,” You say trying to look at how far you can push him, truth was you could care less for the metal flask that was across the room, Sam was giving you something much better but you still wanted to see what would happen if you tipped him over the edge.

He presses himself hard against your clothed cunt, making a desperate moan escape your lips. “What do you really want, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips. You fist your hands in his shirt wanting to get rid of the fabric and letting a groan leave your mouth when he doesn't let you. “Use your words baby”

“ i want these damn clothes of,” He smiled innocently, but you could tell he liked having you wrapped around his finger. he pulled away from you sitting back on his knees and stripped of his shirt exposing his toned chest and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and letting yours hands roam over his body.

He reaches for the hem of your own jeans and pulls them down swiftly, throwing them on the ground next to your bed before taking his place between your legs kissing his way down towards your covered heat that was dripping from the excitement he was giving you.

His hands move easily over your skin until his fingers dig into your panties. instead of pulling them down he tugs on fabric until it tears. Your eyes are stuck, his face taking in the way he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy.

pushing his hair away from his face. He looks up at you with his hazel eyes locking on your before leaning in.

“S—Sam...” For the first time you feel the rush that the blood usually gives you, that feeling coursing through your veins and not because you're high on blood but because of him. The feeling of his tongue on you makes you forget every single shot you had taken in the last few months.

Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan. He pushes you back with his hands until you’re laying flat on the bed. Using one of his free hands he slowly pushes a finger into you, drawing a loud gasp from deep inside you. You feel your climax building, sweat breaking out over your entire body but right before you tip over he pulls away making you wine at the loss of touch.

he moves back up kissing you fiercely as he grinded his hard covered cock against you

“Y/N, Dammit…”” he growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “You feel how hard you make me?

At the sounds of his words you boldy moved your hand down to his Jeans making quick work of opening it and letting your hand sneak under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. He pushed his head into your neck, groaning into your skin as you worked your hands on him,

"I’ve you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop." he warns giving you the opportunity to back away if you wanted

“Then don't.”

That's all it takes him before he’s moving to strip away the last items of clothes. When he pulled down his boxers, you couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping seeing how long, thick, and hard he was and he smiled when he caught you staring, he slowly made his way back over you keeping the teasing going only making you want him more.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, “I’ll do whatever you want..” he told you hesitantly knowing that there was still the risk that you would ask him to get high on blood with you. “All you have to do is ask…”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say but knowing that you craved him more than you did the blood.

“I want you Sam,” you breathed out and you could see his eyes darken “i want you to fuck me hard”

he runs his hands up your legs giving you a sense of security before he pushes all the way in, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure escaping your lips as his big cock stretched you out and made you feel fuller than you had ever felt.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” he groaned, keeping a slow pace

“Don't hold back Sam,” .

“I-i can’t i will absolutely ruin you,”

“Do it,” you moan, wanting him to give you everything he has, “Ruin me uncle Sam, make me yours.”

He pulled back and slammed forward again, knocking the wind out of your lungs, thrusting hard and picking up the pace until he was fucking into you like a wild animal.

loud grunts leave his mouth and you reach out trying to hold onto him. taking both of your hands in one of his own he holds them over your head as his other arm wraps around your throat giving you the biggest rush you had ever felt.

"Fuck, Sam!" you cry out throwing your head back, eyes closing shut.

"Is this what you want?" He asks thrusting harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you “Me using you,'' He says trusting harder only making you moan loader “Fuck baby, you dont deserve this, not after the shit you pulled.” he says coming to an abrubt stop making you wine at the loss. "You shouldn't be given a good time"

“I don’t care if I deserve it or not.” you grunt, placing youre hands over his own tightening the grib he has on your throat cutting of more of youre air “Fuck me Sammy.”

His hips snap rapidly into you fluids dripping all over your thighs as he loses control, taking you however he wants. You're pussy clenching around his cock, making an animalistic growl come from deep within him.

“Oh, fuck…” his hand moved away from youre throat his hips snapping into you as he was desperatly trying to reach his own high. He was pushing harder and fucking you into the matrass as he led out the most amazing dirty and loud sounds making her own high come rushing in faster than she had ever thought possible.

“Sam. fuck, Sam i’m gonna cum,”

“Let go for me. Come for me baby. do it” you're whole body tenses up as your orgasm washes over youre, black dots covering your vision as Sam kept pounding into you like there was no tomorrow

there was no other thing for you to do than surrender yourself complete to him as he fucked you harder than anybody has ever done. “Fuck! Sam please come inside me.”

you start begging for it, completely letting go of your pride as you want nothing more than him to give all he’s got. “Please Uncle Sam!”

“Oh, Baby….Fuck.. Y/n,” With a last groan his thrusts turned sloppier as he buried himself deep inside of you. placing a chaste kiss on your lips he pulls out and lets his body drop on the bed next to you.

“Fuck.” you whispers taking in all that just happened, his arms touching yours pulling you out of your thoughts to look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you shake your head slowly, eyes being stuck on the ceiling. “I just seduced my uncle into fucking me after trying to get him to drink demon blood,” you mumble, taking in all the shitty things you had done.

“Baby, I wanted this, I have wanted it for a long time.” your eyes snap back towards him "What does that mean,” you whisper not knowing what to think or what to do.

“It means that I don't regret this happening" You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. His arm folded out and you cuddled into his side laying your head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I don't want the blood anymore,” you tell him honestly and he moves a little below you making you look up at him “i liked the rush it gave me, the rush you just gave me.”

Smoothing your hand over his chest you lay your head back down smiling at the feeling of being close to Sam.

“I love you,” you mumble, the arm Sam had wrapped around you tightens as the other one comes up to move the hair from your face as he leans down enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you too baby."

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