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edenesth · 5 months

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Midnight Fiction

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 10.4k

Summary: One restless night, craving an escape from reality, you and Wooyoung lose yourselves to the captivating realms of your favourite fantasy worlds. Together, you traverse through the wonder of Narnia, the magic of Middle-earth, and the enchantment of Hogwarts.

A/N: Just a random little self-indulgent oneshot inspired by ILLIT's Midnight Fiction, song's been on repeat for me. These images have been flashing through my mind whenever I listen to it, so I'm taking this chance to experiment with writing The Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter AUs.

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Don't you just hate it when you're caught in that limbo of feeling too cold without a blanket and too hot with one? Don't you just hate it when you lie in bed for what feels like an eternity, teetering on the edge of slumber, only to snap awake again? Don't you just hate when your room begins to feel stifling from restlessness, leaving you searching for that elusive perfect spot on your bed?

Don't you just hate it when it feels like the whole world is asleep while you're wide awake? You do, don't you?

Fortunately for you, tonight, you weren't alone in this plight. The person lying beside you, your best friend, your soulmate, your better half—your everything—seemed to be stuck in the same predicament.

"Trouble sleeping, love?"

In an instant, the weight lifted as you turned to gaze at the love of your life, awake beside you. "Yes, Woo, but at least I'm not alone," you whispered, smiling. He smiled back, extending an arm towards you in invitation. You pouted, your heart brimming with affection for this man, and immediately shifted into his welcoming embrace, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He sighed contentedly, tightening his hold around you, and peppering your face with tender kisses. "Perhaps sleep isn't on the agenda tonight. What do you say we find another way to pass the time?" His playful grin met your curious gaze.

You chuckled softly. "And what mischief do you have in store, my dearest Mr. Jung?"

With a playful boop to your nose, he grinned. "Would you care to embark on an adventure with me, my lady? Somewhere far from this suffocating room, perhaps?"

Bursting into a fit of giggles at his playful imitation of old-fashioned speech, you leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling back, you played along, "Oh, you present such an irresistible offer. How could I possibly refuse, my lord?"

He bit his lip, feeling his heart melt at how swiftly you caught on. Wooyoung had always been an exuberant individual, often overwhelming others with his energy and antics, but never with you. You were the sole person in the world who truly understood him. You shared the same interests and personalities, the only disparity being that you were a slightly calmer version of him.

If soulmates existed, he was certain you were at the other end of the red strings of fate binding him to you. You had to be.

Pressing his lips to yours once more, relishing the closeness, he pulled back slightly to catch his breath. "Well, come on then, love. Let's not waste any time. Adventure awaits us."

You squealed in delight as he leapt out of bed, swiftly yanking the sheets off you and exposing you to the cool air. With a playful tug on your leg, he pulled you into his arms as you steadied yourself against his chest, adjusting to the sudden movement after hours of lying still.

"I hope you're ready, my lady."

"You bet your ass I am, sire. Let's do this!"

"Seriously, Woo? This is the adventure you were referring to? A place far from our suffocating bedroom?" you asked incredulously as he swung open the doors to his absurdly large wardrobe in the spare room of your shared apartment. It was where your boyfriend housed his prized collection of branded apparel, insisting on keeping them separate from his everyday wear.

He flashed you a cheeky grin, flicking on the torchlight he'd brought with him and shining it upwards towards his face in the classic fashion of someone about to tell ghost stories. "Oh, come on, this could be fun. It'll be like seven minutes in heaven."

You snorted at his suggestion, watching as he crawled into the space, carefully shifting aside his hanging clothes. Crossing your arms teasingly, you quipped, "With a whole apartment at our disposal, why do we need to squeeze into a tiny space for some fun?"

Once settled inside, he extended a hand to you. "Don't pretend you're not thrilled about this. I see right through you. Come on, love," he urged, and your façade melted away like chocolate. With a grin as childlike as his, you slipped your hand into his and allowed him to draw you into the cramped space.

Amidst endless giggles, you squeezed your way in beside him. When he finally managed to shut the doors, you turned to him eagerly. "Okay, so what now?"

"Now, let the magic begin," he whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss. You sighed contentedly, running a hand through his hair as you kissed him back. But before the romantic moment could fully unfold, true to his nature, Wooyoung reached around your waist and began to tickle you. You shrieked, pulling away to playfully slap him. "S-stop it, you menace! I sh-should've known!"

As you tried to push him away from you, you found yourself instinctively scooting back. But instead of feeling the familiar barrier of the wardrobe's end, you noticed an unusual expanse of space behind you. "W-wait, Woo! S-something's not right—" Before you could finish your sentence, a loud gasp escaped you as you felt a cold touch on your back.

What in the world.

Finally, your boyfriend ceased his actions, freezing in his spot with wide eyes. Following his gaze, you turned your head and felt your breath hitch at the unbelievable sight of a winter wonderland before your eyes.

Swiftly, he rolled off you and helped you up to your feet, clad in bedroom slippers, both of you taking tentative steps into the snow. Your gazes met in wide-eyed astonishment as the chill of this new world immediately embraced you. "Woo, could we be in...?" you began, while he hurriedly threw on an expensive coat before draping another snugly over your shoulders.

Ensuring you were sufficiently warm, he reached for your hand and led you forward. "Only one way to find out."

Your hearts raced as you ventured deeper into the breathtaking snow-covered forest. Glancing back, you felt relief upon seeing the back of Wooyoung's wardrobe still there. As he squeezed your hand, you followed his gaze, and your face lit up with recognition as you approached the lamppost before you.

Locking eyes with each other, you whispered in unison, "Narnia."

Squealing with excitement, the two of you began to jump around. Your boyfriend started rambling, "Oh my god, do you think we'll get to meet Mr. Tumnus? Or maybe Mr. and Mrs. Beaver?"

You laughed and shook your head. "I don't know, but I really hope I get to see King Edmund, at least... or even Prince Caspian, if we're that far in the story already."

He scoffed. "Of course, you'd want to."

You playfully smacked his arm. "Hey! Don't pretend you're not also dying to meet the gorgeous High Queen Susan!"

Feeling a presence, you both turned to find a very unexpected character greeting you upon arrival. Standing before you in all his glory was Aslan, The Great Lion, the creator and one true king of the world of Narnia. Your boyfriend stilled, then pulled you down onto your knees beside him. "It's an honour to meet you, sir. I'm Wooyoung, son of Adam," he said, introducing himself, before introducing you as a daughter of Eve.

Aslan nodded in acknowledgement. "Welcome to Narnia; we have been expecting you," he began, catching you off guard.

"You have...?" you asked in disbelief.

The lion confirmed, "Yes, you are both here to fulfil the Golden Age prophecy."

Wooyoung sputtered, "W-we are...? Isn't the prophecy about two boys and two girls, with your help, ending the evil witch's rule?"

Aslan clarified, "That is correct, but you've left out one final thing; it includes two seers who can tell the future. With your help, we will defeat Jadis without a problem."

At that, you and your boyfriend exchanged a knowing smile. Of course, you were both the seers; you already knew how the story goes. Armed with this knowledge, you were equipped to guide them through their quest to defeat the White Witch even more seamlessly than before.

With a graceful motion, the lion lowered himself to the ground. "Now, if you'll both get on my back, we'll head back to the camp where everyone is preparing for battle." Excitement surged through you both, and without hesitation, you climbed aboard. As the journey commenced, you marvelled at the breathtaking scenery around you. With each passing moment, you noticed the snow melting away, a clear sign of Jadis' spell fading and the return of goodness, heralding Aslan's triumphant return.

As you and your boyfriend rode on the lion's back, a whirlwind of emotions swept over you both. It was surreal to realise that you were actually in the magical land you had both fantasised about since childhood. The realisation dawned on you that this wasn't just a dream—it was happening, right now.

Feelings of excitement, wonder, and disbelief mingled within you, threatening to overwhelm your senses. But typical Wooyoung being Wooyoung, he couldn't resist his mischievous nature. Sitting behind you, he tightened his hold on your waist and whispered in your ear, "How do you think he'd react if we told him he's fictional?" Your jaws dropped, and you shot him a glare, elbowing him in the gut and causing him to groan. "Now, why would you do that?"

But it didn't take long before you both burst into giggles. Despite his knack for mischief, you couldn't help but be grateful for his presence. You couldn't envision exploring the magical world of Narnia with anyone else but Jung Wooyoung by your side.

As you reached the camp, embarrassment flooded you as all the creatures—centaurs, fauns, and more—stared at you and Wooyoung in your mismatched attire. You couldn't help but feel awkward in your pyjamas paired with your boyfriend's branded coat and bedroom slippers. Before you could dwell on it, everyone began kneeling in greeting as you passed by.

"Welcome, seers of Narnia," greeted the voices in unison as you arrived at the main tent where the four Pevensie siblings stood waiting, your hearts pounded with excitement and nerves. Here you were, finally meeting your childhood crushes. Clumsily, you introduced yourselves before watching the crowd disperse.

Blushing under Peter and Edmund's curious gazes, you were relieved when Susan stepped forward with a chuckle. "Come on, both of you. Let's get you into some proper clothes. We know how it feels; we've been in your shoes on our first day here," she reassured. Wooyoung chuckled in agreement, "Yeah, we know that."

Lucy's eyes widened in awe. "Of course, you're the seers. You must know everything. Tell us, how does it all work?"

Blinking rapidly with pursed lips, you and your boyfriend struggled to find a suitable response. After all, revealing that your knowledge came from books or movies wouldn't be appropriate. Breaking the fourth wall so easily could spoil the adventure and make you both seem uncool. It was best to keep the magic alive, even if it meant inventing some details on the spot.

"Uh, well... it's, uh, complicated," your boyfriend stammered, his mind scrambling for a creative explanation.

Peter cleared his throat, exchanging a glance with his youngest sister. "Not now, Lucy. They must be overwhelmed. We should let them get changed and settle down first."

Nodding in agreement, Edmund gestured to a smaller tent beside Aslan's. "Right this way, please. We've prepared your outfits."

You had to suppress a squeal; the brothers were even more attractive in person. Though this version of King Edmund was still a child and not the king you admired in the later movies, it was still him, and you couldn't help feeling bashful. As if to remind you of who you truly belonged to, Wooyoung slid his arm around your waist. "Come on, love. Let's get changed." It was then that all four siblings realised that unlike them, you were lovers.

Emerging from the tent with Susan and Lucy's help, you felt slightly awkward in the medieval-styled gown, uncertain how to manage its intricate design. Meanwhile, your boyfriend had finished much sooner, dressed in a simple outfit of pants and a tunic. His lively voice echoed from inside the tent as you dressed, likely engaging poor Peter and Edmund with his talkative nature.

As you stepped out, his voice trailed off as he took in the sight of you in the purple gown with your hair braided halfway and the rest left down. Though not extravagant, you knew he found it beautiful; his stunned expression told you that much.

Susan giggled at his reaction, while you blushed slightly. "Shall we have something to eat, and break the ice before we begin our training?" she suggested.

You raised a brow. "Training?"

Peter nodded. "Yes, preparations for the battle against the White Witch's army. I know you're both here as our seers, but it's wise to be ready to defend yourselves too."

Wooyoung nodded in understanding. "Right, well, we'll accept the food then. We'll need our strength for training."

Gathered around a small table on the field, you shared a simple meal, just enough to provide energy for training. Keeping a straight face was a challenge as your boyfriend animatedly spun a tale for the Pevensie siblings about how you both received visions of the future.

"Yeah, it's not something we control. Sometimes it comes in dreams, other times as random visions. It's tricky... a gift and a curse, really," he elaborated.

Struggling to suppress your amusement, you watched as the siblings listened in awe. Concealing your laughter behind a cough, you nudged Wooyoung in the side, giving him a glare and mouthing, "Enough!"

The mood turned serious as Lucy nervously inquired, "Have you seen how this will all end? Will we triumph over the evil witch?" You were aware of the obstacles lying ahead, including Aslan's sacrifice to save Edmund for his earlier betrayal, and the battle feeling like a lost cause. Despite these daunting prospects, you knew you had to offer reassurance to keep their spirits up.

Taking this as your cue to speak, you smiled and nodded at the youngest Pevensie sibling. "Yes, little one. You—no, we—will emerge victorious. The path to victory may be fraught with challenges, but we'll be here to help you every step of the way."

After the meal, the guys geared up to train their sword skills, while the girls prepared for archery practice. Just before joining the guys, Wooyoung pulled you close.

"Have I told you how much I adore the way you talk to children, love?" he whispered.

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips. "Now's not the time for this, Woo; they're waiting for us."

He grinned at the pink blush on your cheeks. "Fine, I'll go if you want me to so badly. By the way, you look beautiful," he whispered, planting a kiss on your cheek before darting off to join Peter and Edmund.

Turning around, you noticed Susan and Lucy snickering after witnessing the exchange, and you couldn't help but bite your lip bashfully. "Come. Off to training, we go."

After hours of practice, you discovered a potential talent in archery. Susan raised an impressed brow. "Huh, you seem quite skilled at this. We were worried for nothing; you'll do just fine on the battlefield."

You beamed. "I sure hope so."

As the girls continued their drills, your gaze kept drifting to the guys training across the river. Despite the presence of the handsome High King Peter and King Edmund, your attention remained fixed on your silly boyfriend who was earnestly attempting to wield his sword. He looked comical, but that was part of his charm.

"You're in love," Lucy's voice snapped you out of your reverie. Flustered, you nodded. "Why yes, little one. I am in love."

Susan smiled, joining the conversation. "So is he. You two look perfect together. Say, how did you meet?"

Your mind flashed back to your first encounter with Wooyoung. He had been at the next table when you were stood up by a blind date, rambling away loudly with a friend. Annoyed, you turned to him, asking, "Will you please lower your voice?! Not everyone is interested in your opinion on love at first sight!" Ironically, that was how he claimed to have fallen in love with you.

Chuckling at the memory, you decided not to share the full story with the girls. Given the temporal gap between your world and theirs, you reckoned they might not grasp the nuances of your relationship with Wooyoung. Instead, you offered a simplified version of how you met, emphasising the humour in the situation. They laughed with you, and soon the conversation shifted back to practice.

As the story progressed, you and your boyfriend grew closer to the Pevensie siblings, guiding them through every challenge just like rewatching the movie. Together, you avoided certain pitfalls and reassured them that everything would turn out well in the end.

On the night before the decisive battle, you would leave to stay with the girls to witness Aslan's sacrifice for Edmund. Wooyoung held you close, knowing that the next time you saw each other would be on the battlefield the following day. "Be careful, love," he whispered, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, returning the sentiment. "You too, Woo. You remember how the battle goes, right? Stick by Edmund's side and ensure Jadis doesn't harm him. Or better yet, get him out of that area. Just don't let her get the chance to stab him."

He grinned confidently. "You worry too much. I'll protect your precious King Edmund, don't you worry about a thing."

You scoffed, slapping him lightly. "I have to go now. I'll see you."

He couldn't resist capturing your lips in a loving kiss before letting you go. "Go, the girls need you," he urged softly.

As Susan and Lucy wept on your shoulders after witnessing Aslan's sacrifice, you held them tightly, offering whatever comfort you could. With tears clouding her voice, the younger sibling questioned, "How can things still be okay after this? He's gone... How can we possibly win the war without him?"

Gently stroking her tear-stained cheeks, you reassured her, "Trust me, he knows what he's doing. This will all work out in our favour. Just you wait and see, little one."

Susan regarded you with her typical scepticism. "Are you sure?"

Your nod was firm. "Absolutely."

Quietly, you watched as they clung to the lion after the enemies dispersed to prepare for battle. As dawn approached, you motioned for them to join you. "It's almost time. Come."

With furrowed brows, they approached cautiously. "Time for what...?"

Your smile was knowing as the ground trembled and the Stone Table shattered, leaving behind only a vacant space where Aslan had been. "For this," you declared, pointing to the now-empty surface.

Their eyes widened in disbelief as Aslan reappeared before them, alive and well. You watched with a sense of satisfaction as he explained his strategy, how he had fooled the White Witch.

Eager to reunite with your lover, you interjected, "Well, let's not waste any more time. We still have one final task: freeing our friends still trapped in Jadis' Castle."

Aslan nodded in agreement. "You're right, seer. We must act swiftly."

After rescuing Mr. Tumnus and the others, you hurried to the battlefield. Upon arrival, Aslan let out a loud roar as if to announce his presence. Spotting Peter engaged in a sword fight with the White Witch, you frantically scanned the area for the second youngest Pevensie and Wooyoung.

Time seemed to slow as the lion leapt down to save the high king from Jadis before ultimately defeating her. Alongside the girls, you raced down the hill to join them. Sharing Susan's concerned expression, you asked, "Where's Edmund and my—"

Peter noticed your worry, eyes rounding in realisation as he dashed off in a direction, with the rest of you following. Arriving just in time, you witnessed Ginarrbrik, the witch's manservant, poised to strike what appeared to be Edmund kneeling beside a fallen figure. Susan swiftly shot the dwarf down with an arrow, prompting you to rush forward.

To your horror, instead of finding the injured king as in the story, it was Wooyoung lying there, clutching his abdomen. Edmund explained, "I'm sorry. I should've listened to him when he told me to run. He shielded me when the witch attacked."

Turning to the youngest, you urgently requested, "Lucy! The cordial from Father Christmas, please!" She handed it over, and you watched anxiously as Wooyoung swallowed a drop. Slowly, colour returned to his face, and he opened his eyes. "Hey, love."

Tears of relief and anger filled your eyes as you hugged him tightly. "Don't 'hey' me! You scared me half to death, you idiot!"

He chuckled and hugged you back. "I thought you were more worried about him. But I saved him, didn't I?"

You tightened your grip on him. "Yes, but not like this, Jung Wooyoung."

"Must you really leave?" Queen Lucy's voice carried a hint of sadness as you and your boyfriend prepared to depart after the royal coronation. You struggled with how to explain to her that your departure signalled the end of this chapter of the story, though you dared not utter those words outright.

Seeing her crestfallen expression, clearly still reeling from Aslan's departure, made it even harder to say goodbye. You offered her a comforting smile and gently patted her head. "I'm sorry, Lu. But we really must go. Our journey isn't over yet."

"But where will you go?" the child's voice quivered with uncertainty.

Your boyfriend's grin was reassuring. "Ah, that's our secret. But rest assured, we won't forget you or the adventures we've shared."

After bidding farewell to all the characters from the first instalment of The Chronicles of Narnia, you and Wooyoung returned to the exact spot where you had entered the world. Hand in hand, your steps slowed as you approached the familiar lamppost that had greeted you upon your arrival.

"So, how was that for an adventure?" Wooyoung asked, breaking the silence as he pulled you close to him.

You melted into his embrace, a smile spreading across your face. "It was amazing."

He smirked, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Really? But you didn't even get to steal King Edmund's heart."

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Oh, stop it, you!"

He chuckled, his tone turning slightly more serious. "I guess it was fun being new characters in a story. But wouldn't it be nice to live the main characters' lives instead?"

You gently pulled away, taking his hand and leading him back towards his wardrobe. "I suppose it would be, Woo. Let's go."

Be careful what you wish for; that adage couldn't have been more accurate. As you ventured through the wardrobe with your boyfriend trailing behind, your eyes widened in astonishment when you emerged into a scene completely unlike your shared apartment. Taking in the surroundings, you recognised the breathtaking interior of Rivendell, or Imladris in Elven-Tongue, a place you had always dreamed of from the Lord of the Rings.

"Woo?" you called out, but he wasn't there.

Instead, you found yourself face to face with a mirror, and you gasped at your reflection. You recognised the Elvish features, reaching up to touch your pointed ears and the long hair cascading below your waist. The elegant gown confirmed your suspicions: you were Arwen Undómiel, the Evenstar. But if you were Arwen, then that would mean your boyfriend was the Ranger of the North.

That fool... he jinxed it.

Unlike in Narnia, you weren't a new character here. Suddenly, you were hit with a surge of sorrow, as if you were experiencing Arwen's emotions firsthand. Her father's disapproval of her love for Aragorn, a mortal, echoed within you, reminding you of the struggles you faced with your own parents. The memories flooded in, replacing those of Arwen and Aragorn with moments between you and Wooyoung, making the situation feel eerily real. It brought back the times when your parents had opposed your relationship, insisting you deserved someone better.

You immediately realised the part of the story you were in. The War of the Ring raged on, and evil spread throughout Middle-earth. Your father, Lord Elrond, had been urging you to depart for the Undying Lands, a place of safety far from the conflict. However, the thought of leaving your lover, who was on a quest to fight evil and protect Frodo, the Ring-bearer, filled you with reluctance.

Just like in the story, you faced the dilemma of choosing between your immortal heritage and your love for a mortal. The parallels between your situation and that of Arwen and Aragorn were striking, and it sent shivers down your spine. You knew how it went in the tale; she eventually gave up her immortality to be with him. It was almost uncanny how similar it was to your reality, where you had fought fiercely to be with Wooyoung despite your parents' objections, which left you currently with a strained relationship with them.

Standing in the familiar area filled you with a sense of dread. This was the moment where Aragorn would soon depart for battle, and where he would tell Arwen to leave for the Undying Lands for her own good. But now, with Wooyoung by your side, you knew things would be different.

Despite the eerie familiarity of the scene, you felt a newfound determination. As if guided by some unseen force, you approached the spot where Aragorn and Arwen would have their fateful conversation. This time, though, you were ready to make a different choice.

As you approached Wooyoung, your heart raced with fear and urgency. "Woo! Why didn't you come to find me? Were you really going to leave like he did?" The dread you felt wasn't just Arwen's; it was yours too. You realised this when he let out a deep breath and met your gaze with a seriousness that sent chills down your spine.

"You know, maybe your parents had a point," he began, his words cutting through the air. "You are their daughter after all, and that will never change. I'm just another guy you're dating, and guys come and go. Perhaps it's not so rational for you to ruin your relationship with your parents just for an outsider like me. Besides, maybe you do deserve someone much better."

Your heart sank as his words washed over you, and you frowned in disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about?! We both know what Elrond said to Aragorn right before this scene. Don't tell me that silly little talk really had you doubting our reality?"

He sighed heavily, his expression pained. "But is he wrong, though? Maybe Arwen was a fool for staying... In the end, Aragorn dies of old age anyway, and she continues to live on in sorrow. What if our reality isn't that far off? Maybe it'll only end in pain?"

His words pierced your heart like a dagger, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. The weight of his doubts and uncertainties pressed down on you, threatening to suffocate you. But deep down, you knew that despite the risks and the potential for pain, your love for him was worth fighting for.

Gathering yourself, you took a deep breath to steady your thoughts before speaking. "I understand you might be influenced by Aragorn's feelings, just as I am by Arwen's. But deep down, I know you don't truly mean what you're saying. Regardless, we both know how this story unfolds in the end. If you must go, then go. I'll see you soon. Have fun beating up the bad guys, Woo."

A hush fell between you both as he absorbed your words, his tough exterior crumbling. Regret clouded his features as he stepped closer, reaching for your hands. "Wait, you're right. I... I must have been too swept up in Aragorn's emotions. I'm so sorry, love."

You smiled, gently cupping his face. "You said it yourself, how nice it would be to live the lives of the main characters. Look at how it turned out, huh?" you teased, and he flushed with embarrassment. "God, I'm such an idiot."

You smirked. "You always have been."

He grinned. "Well, now that we're the main characters, perhaps we can reshape the story and make it our own. You've always dreamed of being in Rivendell. Let's use this opportunity to explore the place."

You scoffed, though a spark of excitement ignited within you at his suggestion. "But don't you have to leave for battle?"

He rolled his eyes. "Gurl, Sauron and his army of clowns can wait. Now, come on."

Hand intertwined with his, you dashed through the exquisite halls of Elrond's house. Your heart soared as you absorbed the surreal surroundings, the sight of Wooyoung's reassuring presence ahead of you filling you with joy. This was the very scenario you had dreamt of for so long – being in this fantastical place with the one you loved.

Your steps faltered as you reached what seemed to be the area where the Council of Elrond took place, where the Fellowship of the Ring was first formed.

"We're actually here, holy crap," Wooyoung muttered in amazement.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Is that cooler than the fact that you're Aragorn? Speaking of which, I'm so envious of you."

He raised a brow. "For what? You get to hang around here and look so beautiful all the time while I go out and fight evil."

You nodded. "Yeah, but you get to be with Legolas all the time."

He snorted in disbelief. "Unbelievable... I'm never letting you near him. First, King Edmund, and now the blonde elf."

You pouted. "Pfft, it's not like there's ever been anything between Arwen and Legolas. You have nothing to worry about. Plus, you'll have Éowyn falling at your feet later on. Let's hope you still remember me by then."

He sputtered at that. "In case you forgot, she got rejected anyway."

You scoffed. "Yes, but that was Aragorn. The same can't be said for you."

His jaw dropped. "What—hey! You're the only one for me, no matter the universe!" he insisted as you continued walking, grinning in satisfaction for catching him off guard as you moved on to the next location.

"Ah, this is where that iconic scene took place," your boyfriend remarked as you stepped onto the moonlit bridge, reminiscent of the moment when Arwen handed her necklace, the Evenstar, to Aragorn. It symbolises her love and defiance against her father, signifying her choice to give up her immortality to be with him.

Standing in the same spot as the characters in the movie, you watched as he retrieved the jewellery from his pocket. "Come, my lady. Would you like to recreate that scene?" he asked playfully, holding out the pendant.

Meeting his gaze, you took a deep breath before reciting your favourite line, "I would rather share one lifetime with you... than face all the ages of the world alone."

At that moment, the playfulness faded from his expression, and he sensed a deeper meaning behind your words, a reflection of your genuine emotions toward each other. Recalling a past conversation where you admitted that without him, you might have chosen not to love at all, he was deeply moved. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours, conveying his affection. Pulling back slightly, he grinned, "That has to be the most romantic thing you've ever said to me. Can you say that to me every once in a while?"

You chuckled, giving him a playful smack on the chest. "If that's what it takes to stop you from annoying me, then yes."

"Hey!" he protested, chasing after you as you ran off to explore other areas of Rivendell.

As you wandered, you recognised the next destination instantly—it was where Aragorn dreamed of his time with Arwen. With a grin, Wooyoung sauntered over and lay down on the futon, attempting to recreate the scene once again. You stood where the she-elf had stood, watching him pretend to wake up.

"I am asleep. This is a dream," he recited Aragorn's words, and you burst into a small giggle. Settling down beside him, you recited Arwen's line, "Then it is a good dream. Sleep," before leaning down to kiss him as she had.

Deep down, you both wished to stay in this fantasy forever, but you knew you had to part for the story to progress. He sighed as you pulled away. "As much as I'd love to keep staying here with you, the war isn't going to win itself. I'll see you at the end of the story."

You nodded, kissing him again. "See you, Woo." He winked as he got up from his spot. "Don't worry, I won't spare Éowyn a glance."

Laughing, you waved as you watched him go.

You anticipated what was to come next, knowing that it was the day when most of the elves in Rivendell would depart for Valinor, the Undying Lands. It was the moment when Elrond would once again attempt to persuade Arwen to go with them.

As you lay on the futon in your room, watching the white curtains flutter gently in the breeze, you prepared yourself for the inevitable. Just as your thoughts turned to your boyfriend, your father entered, speaking in Sindarin, the Elven language. Remarkably, you comprehended every word.

"It is time. The ships are departing for Valinor. Go now... before it is too late."

Oh boy, here we go.

You immediately sat up from your position to respond, "I have already made my choice." Elrond took a step closer to you. "He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?" You gazed up at him, overwhelmed by the emotions flowing through your being that were Arwen's, as you answered, "There is still hope."

Because you knew there was.

As he continued his monologue, which you had already heard more than once and knew was coming, it still hurt. His words reminded you that no matter what, choosing to be with Aragorn—or in your case, Wooyoung—would only lead to pain. Tears streamed down your cheeks, his words echoing the sentiments you had heard from your parents when they desperately tried to separate you and your boyfriend, telling you he could not offer you much and that you would only end up regretting your decision.

"There is nothing for you here. Only death," he uttered, and your heart broke despite expecting those words. The words sounded eerily familiar to what you had heard in a different context, where Wooyoung would not be able to bring you everlasting happiness and his perceived incompetence would eventually disappoint you.

No, that's not true...

But you felt a new emotion when Elrond sat down beside you, looking down at you with so much pain in his eyes. You could see he was not ready to lose his daughter. It must have been cruel for him that his daughter was choosing to die and leave his side.

He wiped your tears away gently. "Do I not also have your love?"

For once, you empathised with his feelings and wondered if this was how your parents felt. You used to view Elrond as the bad guy for constantly trying to separate his daughter from the man she loved. Were your parents also like him? Were they afraid of losing you? Maybe they just didn't know your boyfriend well enough and didn't trust him yet to take care of you. You felt yourself crumbling under the weight of these thoughts.

"You have my love, father," you cried as he enveloped you in his arms. Perhaps you were a bad daughter, not for choosing to be with Wooyoung, but for failing to help your parents understand why you chose him.

If you couldn't ease your parents' worries in reality, perhaps you could do it here for your fictional father. You were certain Wooyoung would understand; none of this was real anyway. He was still yours, and you would always be his. Maybe, just maybe here, you could be a good daughter to Elrond.

Joining the rest of the elves and making your way towards the ship to Valinor, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty gnawing at you. Despite your initial determination to stand firm in your decision to pick your boyfriend, you found yourself swept along with the crowd. Just like Arwen, you were heading towards the Undying Lands.

However, unlike her, you didn't have the vision of her child with Aragorn to sway your decision. You already knew how her story ended. Perhaps it was up to you to create a different ending.

Forgive me, Woo.

As the story reached its climax and the victory over Sauron marked the beginning of a new era for Middle-earth, everything seemed to pass in a blur. Finally, it was Aragorn's coronation in Minas Tirith, and Wooyoung turned around excitedly after Gandalf placed the crown on his head. Throughout the events, he had fun experiencing what the ranger did, but his thoughts were consumed by you. Maybe living the lives of the main characters was more burdensome than enjoyable.

After exchanging words with Legolas and anticipating your arrival, Wooyoung turned expectantly, only to find you missing. You did not appear the way Arwen did for Aragorn. The realisation dawned on him with dread—if you weren't there, it could only mean you must have left for Valinor. He approached Lord Elrond, whose expression remained unreadable, and asked, "Did she...?"

As your father bowed his head slightly and offered a pat on the shoulder, Wooyoung's heart sank like a stone. The weight of the realisation pressed down on him: you had chosen to leave. But why?

What had prompted you to go, despite your promise to reunite with him here? Had Elrond's words swayed you? Did they somehow make you see that perhaps your parents had been right all along? You had warned him not to let the emotions of his character overwhelm him, but had you succumbed to them yourself? These questions swirled in his mind, leaving him grasping for answers.

"She hoped you'd understand," Elrond said.

Your boyfriend offered a humourless smirk. "That I'd understand...? I suppose I do."

"Do you really? Tell me what you understand then," your voice chimed in from behind him, causing him to whirl around with wide eyes. There you stood, a mischievous grin lighting up your face. "Surprise, Jung Wooyoung. Did you think I wasn't going to come back to you?" you whispered, prompting him to cup your face tenderly. "You little minx," he muttered before capturing your lips in a loving kiss, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

As you pulled away and embraced him, you caught sight of your father's gaze. The expression on Lord Elrond’s face as he let his daughter go was a mix of love, fear, and vulnerability. It was the look of a father releasing his child to pursue something he didn’t entirely approve of but knew would bring her happiness. He struggled to maintain his composure, torn between his paternal instincts and the desire to see you happy. That night, you eventually broke away from the group bound for Valinor and returned to Rivendell, much like Arwen did. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Wooyoung, and you knew you could never let him go—neither in your world nor in this one.

"You know, I was just thinking... being the main character really isn't all it's cracked up to be," your boyfriend mused as you both lay in the King's chambers.

With your head nestled on his chest, you nodded, "I agree. It made me feel way too much emotion. But... I do think it's time I talk to my parents about us. They're my parents, and you're the love of my life. I can't imagine life without either of you. Hopefully, they'll be as understanding as Elrond was."

He smiled, pulling you closer, "Yeah, maybe we should have made more effort before."

Cuddling closer to him, you continued, "Yes, maybe... but yeah, we've already played the roles of both new and main characters. Perhaps it'd be nice to simply exist in a story without importance just like extras."

He sighed, kissing your head, "That does sound nice... We'll just be spectators, enjoying our place in the universe."

Closing your eyes, you sensed a peculiar shift in your surroundings, almost like you were on a train. When you opened your eyes again, you furrowed your brows in confusion. You were still in Wooyoung's arms, but Middle-earth was nowhere to be seen.

Shaking your boyfriend awake, you felt his body tense beside you as he tightened his grip on you. With a gasp, he absorbed the new setting. Indeed, you were on a train, but not just any train...

The Hogwarts Express.

Locking eyes, you whispered in unison, "We're going to Hogwarts."

As if on cue, the lady pushing the trolley of sweets appeared, her voice chirping, "Anything from the trolley, dears?"

Before you could decline, Wooyoung swiftly released you and darted forward. "Ooh, yes! Two pumpkin pasties, please! I've always wanted to try them," he exclaimed, rubbing his palms together eagerly.

You tugged at his shirt, glaring, and silently mouthed, "Do we even have any money?" He froze, realisation dawning, and reached into his pockets. With a sigh of relief, he produced some coins. Winking at you, he grinned, "Don't worry, love. I've got this."

As he finished the purchase, he lingered by the door, watching with wide eyes as the lady rolled her trolley to the next compartment. With his jaw dropped in awe, he turned to you, whispering excitedly, "Oh my god, it's Harry Potter! Holy crap, the Golden Trio is in the next compartment."

Rushing back to settle beside you, he handed you a pumpkin pasty and began talking animatedly while stuffing his face, his words muffled, "I recognised that look on him. We're in the fourth year."

You raised a brow, "Goblet of Fire."

He nodded eagerly, "Exactly. The Triwizard Tournament and, most importantly," you both said in unison, "the Yule Ball."

You pondered, "Hold on a second. If we're in the fourth year, then that would mean we've already been sorted. Which houses do you think we're in, Woo?"

He grinned, "Only one way to find out," as he reached for your suitcases from the rack above your seats.

With bated breath, you watched him work on opening them. "Let's hope we're in the same house. It would be funny if you ended up in Slytherin somehow," you remarked.

He scoffed, "No way, I'm a Gryffindor through and through. Wanna bet?"

You shook your head, "No, thank you."

He pouted, "I was going to ask for a kiss if I won the bet, darn it."

You chuckled, "Hurry up, you rascal."

As he opened the first suitcase, he grinned at you, revealing the red Gryffindor scarf along with his uniform. "I told you," he chuckled before moving on to the next one. "Keep your fingers crossed, love," he urged. And you did. When he finally opened them, you couldn't contain your joy at seeing the same scarf along with your robes.

Moments later, the two of you stood in awe at the unbelievable sight of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before your eyes. Your eyes welled with tears as you squeezed Wooyoung's hand. "We're here, Woo. We're really here," you whispered.

He nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "We are."

Before you could continue revelling in the moment, a nearby prefect rolled his eyes. "Move along, you two. You act like it's your first time here," he said with a shake of his head. Your boyfriend tugged you along as you blew a raspberry, muttering under your breath, "Because it is."

Entering the castle, you noticed a crowd gathering by the bridge, evidently anticipating something exciting. Gasping in excitement, you quickly pulled Wooyoung along. "We have to see this! It's the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students."

As the Beauxbatons arrived in their majestic flying carriage and the Durmstrang in their impressive underwater ship, your boyfriend's attention remained solely on you. Sensing his gaze, you turned to share a smile. "That's right, keep your eyes on me just like that. I better not catch you gawking at the Beauxbatons girls when they make their grand entrance later," you teased.

He laughed and drew you close, whispering in your ear, "Don't worry, you're prettier than all of them combined."

Blushing, you looked away. "Pssh, sweet talker," you responded with a playful roll of your eyes, unable to suppress your grin.

But as the girls from the foreign school made their entrance, dancing into the Great Hall later that evening, you couldn't stifle a snort at Wooyoung's reaction. Like Ron, he was clapping enthusiastically, clearly impressed by the display.

Pfft, all men do is lie.

Beside you, Hermione and Ginny exchanged judgemental stares, mirroring your own sentiments. It was hard to contain your amusement as you watched the boys.

When the guys from Durmstrang made their grand entrance, you found yourself staring dreamily ahead, just like Wooyoung had done with the Beauxbatons girls. Thankfully, your boyfriend didn't discriminate; he seemed just as entranced by the dashing and charismatic Viktor Krum as you were.

You burst into giggles when he finally met your gaze with wide eyes. It was his fanboying moment, and you couldn't blame him because you felt exactly the same. You still couldn't believe you were really here with him. Sure, you had already been to Narnia and Middle-earth, but the Wizarding World held a special place in both your hearts.

The next day, seated beside your boyfriend in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you both observed with amusement as Mad-Eye Moody began his lesson. The students appeared bewildered by his aggressive demeanour and uncomfortable lecture on the three Unforgivable Curses.

Wooyoung leaned in to whisper in your ear, "What do you think would happen if we exposed him as Barty Crouch Jr right here?"

You turned to shush him with a glare. "We're just extras here, so please act like it and avoid drawing any attention to ourselves."

The rest of the class unfolded exactly as you had anticipated, with Harry growing increasingly suspicious of Moody as the professor continued to gulp down his Polyjuice potion. You and Wooyoung exchanged knowing grins, rooting for him.

After class, you both hurried excitedly to the Great Hall, where students interested in participating in the Triwizard Tournament were submitting their names. Settling on a bench, you watched in fascination as the blue flame flickered brightly, students from all three schools stepping forward to cast their papers into the fire.

Your hearts sank when you saw Cedric Diggory eagerly submitting his name. If only he knew the tragic fate that awaited him.

"I suppose there's nothing we can do about it, huh?" Wooyoung asked, his tone heavy with resignation.

You shook your head sadly. "I'm afraid not."

The sombre mood only lasted so long as the Weasley twins, Fred and George, appeared with their usual antics, brandishing their ageing potion in hopes of submitting their names to the Triwizard Tournament despite Hermione's reminder that only seventh-years could participate, you and your boyfriend couldn't contain your laughter. True to your expectations, the twins were ejected back from the goblet, sprouting white beards and sparking a playful fight that drew a crowd of onlookers egging them on.

However, the atmosphere shifted when Viktor Krum marched in with his headmaster trailing behind him. You and Wooyoung shared a giggle as the Durmstrang heartthrob locked eyes with Hermione.

Leaning in, you whispered in a hushed tone, "If not Harry, I still prefer Hermione with Viktor over Ron, to be honest."

Your boyfriend feigned offence, pressing a hand to his chest. "How could you? Hermione and Ron are the one true pair."

As the two of you engaged in your heated debate, time flew by and the next thing you knew, Dumbledore entered the hall with most of the students, announcing, "Now, the moment you've all been waiting for: the champion selection." Exchanging a knowing glance with your boyfriend, you both sighed in anticipation. "Oh dear, here we go."

As Dumbledore announced Viktor, Fleur, and Cedric as the champions of their respective schools, you held your breath, feeling a twinge of sympathy for Harry Potter, the boy who lived. "Excellent! We now have our three champions!" boomed Dumbledore, his voice reverberating through the hall before unveiling the Triwizard Cup.

You winced, murmuring under your breath, "Only one more to go."

Beside you, your boyfriend shook his head with a hint of amusement. "Man, if only they knew the Cup was turned into a Portkey, none of that drama would happen."

You pursed your lips thoughtfully. "Yes, and then there would be no more story to tell now, would there?"

He snorted softly. "True."

As Harry's name was called out, disbelief swept through the Great Hall. You watched with a sinking feeling as even his friends began to stare at him accusatorily, wondering how he managed to enter his name into the Goblet of Fire when he was only a fourth year.

Your eyes landed on Mad-Eye Moody, or rather Barty Crouch Jr in disguise, knowing he was behind this sinister plot. Exchanging hopeless gazes with Wooyoung, you both understood that, at this moment, you were nothing more than spectators. There was no action you could take; you were simply here to witness events unfold.

Perhaps, as much as you wish otherwise, some things were simply meant to be. Your boyfriend covered your hand with his, offering comfort. "Since we can't change anything here, let's not stress about it and just enjoy the moment, hm?"

A smile graced your lips, and you nodded. "You're right, Woo."

"There he is—the poor thing."

You both were hanging out in the courtyard, enjoying the calm before the storm of the Triwizard Tournament's first task, when you spotted Harry passing through, looking visibly distressed. Your sympathy for him grew as you remembered the strained dynamics between him and his friends. Ron and the others firmly believed that Harry had somehow entered his name into the tournament and deliberately kept it from them. It was disheartening to see no one on his side, and you felt frustrated on his behalf.

As expected, Draco Malfoy, with his trademark smugness, decided to provoke him. "My father and I had a bet, you see," he said, dropping down from his perch on the tree. "I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in the tournament." His cronies followed suit as he continued, "He disagrees; he thinks you won't last five."

You and Wooyoung watched as Harry retaliated, standing up to the blonde Slytherin with fiery determination. "I don't care what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile and cruel, and you're pathetic."

Just as expected, Draco attempted to strike back, only to be swiftly turned into a ferret by Mad-Eye Moody, eliciting laughter from the crowd. It was perhaps the only time you agreed with Barty Crouch Jr's actions, the only moment he seemed remotely likeable.

However, the amusement was short-lived as Professor McGonagall appeared to play the role of the good cop, firmly instructing Moody to release the bully from his transfiguration punishment.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco's famous words echoed across the courtyard as he hurried away from the scene he caused. Though Wooyoung knew he shouldn't interfere, his irritated state got the best of him, prompting him to slyly stick out his foot and trip the Slytherin as he passed by the two of you.

"How dare you!" Draco hissed, glaring up at your boyfriend.

Gasping, you dragged Wooyoung away with you, shouting, "Sorry, he didn't mean it!"

From across the courtyard, you caught Harry's eye and saw him nod appreciatively at both of you. Wooyoung beamed, waving enthusiastically before watching him go.

Turning back to your boyfriend, you smacked him lightly on the arm. "You! I can't believe you did that," you chided.

Wooyoung stuck his tongue out playfully. "Well, it sure feels satisfying, doesn't it? Besides, Harry acknowledged us."

You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I suppose so."

The next day, you found yourselves seated among the crowd at the stands, eagerly awaiting the commencement of the first task: retrieving a golden egg guarded by a dragon. "Bets, place your bets!" Fred's voice rang out, followed closely by George's enthusiastic calls for wagers. "Bets taken, bets taken here!"

As the twins walked around, collecting bets on who would win first place, you sensed your boyfriend about to place a bet himself. With a disapproving click of your tongue, you shook your head. "It wouldn't be fair when you already know who wins!"

He shushed you with a grin. "All the more reason to place my bet! When else will I ever be this lucky, love?"

Resigned, you gave up and shook your head in mock exasperation.

As you watched the first three champions' attempts with bated breath, your nerves were on edge despite knowing they would emerge unscathed. Sensing your anxiety, Wooyoung took your hand and pressed his lips to the back of it. "Hey, it's going to be okay. You already know how it ends."

With a sigh of defeat, you leaned into his side, seeking comfort in his warmth as he wrapped an arm around you. "You're right, I do know," you murmured softly.

Your thoughts drifted to Cedric, and a pang of sadness washed over you as you remembered his tragic fate. It was difficult to watch him knowing what awaited him, but you found solace in your boyfriend's reassuring presence.

When it was finally Harry's turn, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the task, despite knowing the outcome. Every moment felt tense and fraught with danger, and you held your breath until he emerged victorious, tied with Viktor for first place.

Reflecting on the experience, you realised that being part of the scene was far more stressful than reading about it or watching it in a movie, especially when you cared deeply for the people involved.

As the Gryffindor common room buzzed with excitement and everyone crowded around Harry that evening, who proudly displayed his golden egg containing a clue for the second task, you and Wooyoung hung back, observing from a distance. Amidst the cheering and clamour, you both knew what was coming next.

When Seamus tossed the egg back to Harry, urging him to reveal the clue, you exchanged knowing glances. As he held the egg aloft and asked the crowd if they wanted him to open it, the room erupted in enthusiastic agreement. But you and your boyfriend were prepared. With a shared understanding, you plugged your ears, bracing yourselves for the inevitable shrieking noise.

Oh, you're all going to regret that.

As expected, the piercing screech from the golden egg sent everyone in the common room to their knees, hands clamped over their ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise. Amidst the chaos, Harry quickly shut the egg, bringing a momentary relief from the ear-splitting sound.

"What the bloody hell was that?"

Ron's abrupt entrance, punctuated by his exclamation, broke the tension in the room, casting a palpable awkwardness between him and Harry. The silence stretched, thick with the weight of unspoken tension, until one of the twins intervened.

"Alright, everyone, go back to your... knitting," Fred declared, breaking the spell of discomfort. "This is going to be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in."

The crowd dispersed, giving the two friends the privacy they needed to reconcile. As Ron and Harry finally made amends, you and Wooyoung shared a smile, feeling genuinely happy for Harry. For now, at least, things were looking up. And the best part of it all was yet to come—the Yule Ball.

You and Wooyoung exchanged eager glances as McGonagall began the dance lesson to prepare everyone in Gryffindor for the ball. Dancing had always been a fun pastime for the two of you, but now, being able to do it alongside your favourite characters and in your favourite fantasy world filled you with excitement.

As the professor made poor Ron demonstrate a dance with her, eliciting stifled laughter from the onlookers, she finally called out, "Everyone, come together! Boys, on your feet!" The girls eagerly stood up, ready to dance, while the boys groaned, leaving Neville and your boyfriend as the only ones rising from their seats.

"Wow, you're really lucky," Hermione remarked from beside you as Wooyoung made his way towards you. Unlike the others who struggled to find partners, you didn't have to worry. "He's hardly ever far from your side. You both seem genuinely in love."

You nodded, offering a shy smile, "Thank you, I believe so too."

As he pulled you into his arms and started dancing alongside Neville and Ginny, Wooyoung couldn't resist asking, "So, what did Hermione say to you?" You playfully stuck your tongue out at him, teasing, "Wouldn't you like to know?" He pouted, drawing his forehead close to yours. "Please, I really would like to know," he pleaded.

You chuckled, giving in to his curiosity. "She said I was lucky to have you, and that we seemed really in love." His playful grin shifted into a sincere one. "Well, she's right about that," he admitted warmly.

You smirked, teasing him further. "To be fair, when is Hermione Granger ever wrong?"

He shrugged, conceding the point. "Hmm, I guess you're right."

The following days were filled with hilarity as you witnessed Harry and Ron's struggles to find dates for the ball. The ginger's dramatic theatrics, particularly after embarrassing himself while trying to ask Fleur Delacour, provided endless entertainment. Meanwhile, poor Harry faced rejection from Cho Chang, who had already accepted Cedric's invitation.

From your corner of the couch, you and Wooyoung snickered at their misfortunes. Eventually, they settled on asking Padma and Parvati Patil. Before you knew it, you were also preparing for the ball. Like magic, you and your boyfriend found your dream outfits in your dorm wardrobe, ready to make a grand entrance at the event.

While your boyfriend had shown you his outfit for the event, you opted to surprise him later in the evening. Inspired by Hermione's iconic entrance, you planned to arrive early and make your own grand appearance without overshadowing her.

Wooyoung waited patiently outside the Great Hall, his heart quickening at the sight of the beautifully decorated winter-themed hall. "Hey, isn't that your girl?" Cedric nudged him, directing his attention to the staircase. Following the Hufflepuff's gesture, his breath caught as he watched you descend, momentarily capturing the crowd's attention with your shy smile.

With graceful steps, you made your way down in an off-shoulder black floor-length dress, adorned with delicate gold patterns that exuded elegance and regality. Unlike others, you chose to leave your hair down, adding a touch of effortless charm to your appearance. Despite having seen you in numerous stunning gowns from Narnia and Middle-earth, you never failed to leave him awestruck with your beauty. Perhaps he was biased, but to him, you were the most captivating presence in the room. And being his favourite colour, black only enhanced your allure in his eyes.

He whispered, "I'm the luckiest man alive, I swear," and you giggled. "Stop it, you," you playfully chided as you fixed his slightly crooked bow. As you did, he gently tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and continued, "I mean it. You're the most beautiful girl here."

You nodded, leaning in to peck his lips before replying, "And you're the most handsome boy here." His cheeky grin widened, and he responded smugly, "I know."

Pulling you gently towards the hall, he said, "Let's go eat before all the dancing starts."

The night passed in a whirlwind of dancing, with Wooyoung holding you close throughout, growing protective whenever he sensed other guys eyeing you. As the event gradually wound down, you found yourselves still on the dance floor, swaying together.

Slowly, a sense of drowsiness began to wash over you. Maybe it was time to return to reality. You knew what would come next in the story, and with the impending challenges and heartaches, you weren't sure you wanted to witness it firsthand. Perhaps it was best to leave the Wizarding World on a high note, with fond memories.

You exchanged smiles with Neville and Ginny, who were also enjoying the moment nearby. Then, you sighed and rested your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, feeling his reassuring embrace. "Woo?" you murmured.

He kissed your cheek softly. "Yes, love?"

Tightening your hold around his shoulders, you snuggled into the crook of his neck. "I'm tired... I think I'm ready to go home."

He smiled, his heart growing warm at the thought of home as he leaned his head against yours. "Me too. I guess that's enough adventure for now."

Living out his fantasies had been incredible, but perhaps he, too, was starting to feel a bit homesick and ready to return home.

He gently stroked your hair as his eyelids grew heavy. Sometimes, the allure of escaping into fantasy worlds was irresistible, offering a temporary reprieve from the challenges of reality. But as the quiet settled around, Wooyoung knew that no matter how enchanting these worlds might be, they were only temporary escapes.

The surroundings gradually quieted, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the comforting familiarity of your shared bedroom. You were nestled in his arms, peacefully asleep, and he had never felt more relieved. Drawing the covers snugly around you, he felt a deep sense of contentment settle within him.

"Home. We're home," he whispered, finally allowing himself to drift off into a restful sleep, grateful to be back where he truly belonged with you by his side.

This is as good as a compilation of some of my favourite parts from these film series. I know this might not be for everyone, but I wrote this mainly just to fulfil my own fantasies hehe.🙈

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squirting-sub · 10 months

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Gentle aftercare

The session was heavily s/m and involved constant pain for me without any breaks. It was a lot on my body, including being tied in the same position for way over an hour, a very big butt plug, wax play, impact play, knife play, clothespins, and degrading. On top of that, the play room was too cold to be naked in for this amount of time. Nonetheless, I ended up flying.

We have a deal that if butt plugs are involved, we each want to remove and clean it ourselves. Despite that, she removes the plug from my ass toward the end of the session, knowing I won't be able to do it. She ends the session by making me cum. We're on the floor and while I don't feel the cold yet, she can see I desperately need warmth. She covers me in a blanket and hugs me, telling me I can't stay on the floor and that she'll draw me a hot bath. After I agree, she lifts me up, holding me tight in case my legs give out. She makes me put on slippers, then holds my hand leading the way. On the way down the circular stair case she walks backwards, still holding my hand, to make sure she can catch me if I fall. When we make it to the bathroom she tells me to get in the tub and sit.

At this point I can feel the cold. I sit, wrapping my arms around my legs and start shivering, teeth clattering. My dom makes sure the water is warm before taking the shower head and working her way around my body with it. The warm water slowly makes me stop shivering and once the tub is filled almost halfway I try to stretch my legs to get them submerged. I'm weak and they're shaking, so I use my hands to help. My dom asks me if I'm ok and if there's anything I want or need. I tell her no and while the tub keeps filling up, she adds bath salts. When the tub is almost full she asks me if the temperature is good or if I want it hotter. I say it's alright, but knowing I take my showers extremely hot, she turns the water hotter. Once the tub is full, she asks again if I need anything and then decides I need to drink. A moment later she's back with a bottle of water and makes me drink, checking the amount I drank when I hand the bottle back. We talk and when I lean forward to kiss her she tells me to stay still, gently pushing me back again with her hand on my chest. Instead, she leans over me and kisses me. She sits next to the tub, her hand still on my chest and I decide to hold it while we talk, giving her arm and hand gentle kisses. Eventually she asks if I'll be ok on my own for a moment because she's officially still working (home office). I tell her yes and right on time her phone rings. She leaves the bathroom to take the call. I feel so exhausted and tired, I turn on my side and close my eyes, enjoying the warmth. When the door opens a few minutes later, I look up at my dom. "You're not fainting on me, are you?" "Sleepy.." "Then you have to get out of the tub. I can't have you falling asleep in there." I tell her I want to wash my hair and body. When she asks if I'm strong enough to do it I say sure, but she stays anyway. She helps me up while the water drains from the tub and once I'm standing, I get dizzy, holding onto her. She asks if it's bad, to which I say no. After I manage to shower, washing myself, she hands me a towel for my hair, then wraps me in a big towel. While I dry myself, she gets me a fluffy bathrobe and puts it on me when she returns. She has me lay on the sofa and gets a warm blanket from the bedroom, wrapping me in it. She even tucks it under my feet. I smile and say "great service". She kisses me, "Well, I was really rough with you after all.". I kiss her more, "I wanted that.". She gets me tea, but I'm already half asleep. I hear her moving around the room, staying close by. The whole time, she kept asking me if I'm ok and if there's anything else I need or she can do. She was so gentle and it was a whole 180 from how she was during the session.

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May I request reader being saved/ rescued by ghost, then maybe otw home they're stuck at a safe house for the night and it gets spicy? Like ghost is infatuated w her and she w him cus he saved her 😳

Yes ofc 😌

Saviour

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— You're stuck in a safe-house with Ghost.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

You'd already stripped from the sopping-wet, outer-layers of your gear, letting it sit in front of the wood stove to dry out. The weather was reaching the negatives, frost forming on the windows of the safehouse, a howling wind pushing against the crumbling walls.

Your extremities were numb, tingling as the cold seeped into your bones. The run-down building didn't help; cracks in the foundation and decaying floorboards let in the cold.

You were seated on an old wool blanket, one you'd found while clearing the house, which you'd wrapped haphazardly over you. Your elbows rested on your knees, thighs tucked against your chest to try and contain the little body heat remaining.

The heat of the fire warmed you, superficially, but you hoped it might ward off hypothermia. Your teeth chattered, the pauses of warm flames sending short bouts of shivers up your spine.

Your eyelids were heavy, half-shut as you stared at the fire, crackling wood that had embers landing by your feet. You didn't bother to move, merely watching the glowing pieces of charcoal as they fizzled out in front of you.

Ghost was hunched over on a rickety chair to the side of you, sitting in silence, cleaning his rifle. Your eyes would shift to his form every so-often, watching, studying. You were almost envious of the gun in his hands- he handled it with such care, knew it like the back of his hand.

Your mind hadn't stopped running through the entirety of the evening. You were grateful; he'd saved your life without a moment's hesitation- but you hadn't spoken since. It made things more tense than usual, especially once you'd realized you felt a bit more for Ghost than just respect.

He would sneak glances your way, wondering if you were still frozen. He'd pulled you from the river while escaping when evac couldn't make it in time. You'd slipped, fallen into the icy water and clung to the bank all while avoiding enemy fire. There was a rainfall of bullets pouring down on the two of you, yet he still managed to yank you from the freezing water.

He dragged you along, despite your adamant pestering, demanding him to leave you and continue. Adrenaline was pouring into every cell in your body at that point, hell-bent on making sure at least one of you made it back alive. He ignored you, as any sane man would, and ordered you to rid yourself of the soaking-wet clothes once you'd stepped inside the old building.

You were too cold to feel shame or embarrassment when you stripped down to your undershirt and panties. Though once you started to thaw out, your rational mind returning in pieces, you did feel a bit insecure. There was no place to hide, to find modesty while trapped inside the four walls with him. Even the wool blanket didn't allow for much coverage, it was nearly in tatters.

You didn't notice him staring, didn't see the quick glances up at you. He was concerned for you, of course, though the sight of your bare skin had his chest in a tight grip, his breathing in shambles. He'd never seen you so vulnerable. He had to hold his breath when you tugged your tactical pants down your thighs, look away when he could see the curve of your backside hugged by your panties.

Though, your eyes did meet, through the smoke-filled room, and you cleared your throat in an attempt to break the silence.

"Thanks," You muttered, your jaw managing to fight off the chattering for a moment.

"What for?" He asked, gruff and unwelcoming.

"Saving my ass," You looked over your shoulder. "You should've left me, though."

"Wouldn't be easy to explain, you goin' missin'."

You furrowed your brows. It was a disappointing answer, one you weren't expecting- but you weren't delusional. At least not entirely. You didn't think you'd get a warm, heartfelt response, though something more personal, intimate- which was highly unlikely, would've sufficed.

He was silent as he stared at you, hands slow as he continued polishing the barrel of his rifle. Your teeth still chattered, and you pulled your wet hair from your face in an attempt to feel the warmth of the fire a bit better. He let out a sigh, his shoulders falling when he realized you weren't warming up as quickly as he would've liked.

"Christ," He muttered, standing from his position to sit behind you.

His massive thighs encased yours, his chest meeting your back with a huff. He'd taken off most of his gear when you settled in, but lifted his shirt over his head to press his bare skin to yours. He wrapped an arm around your chest, pulling you back into him.

"You're bloody freezin'," He murmured in your ear.

You listened to the breathing in your ear, basked in the warmth that radiated off his chest. You let your head fall back, resting on his shoulder, and hour eyes glanced up at the mask on his face.

He grew more distant, a bit hazy as you felt drowsiness threaten to pull you under. Your eye lids began to flutter shut, the rhythm of his breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Stay awake," He said, tugging you back from the brink of sleep. "Not in the clear yet."

You sighed, shifting to your side as you cuddled into his chest. It may have been the tide of sleep pulling you back and forth, or pure delusion caused by early stages of hypothermia, but you didn't care how desperate you looked. He was radiating heat, allowing you to fold yourself against him- it was an opportunity you couldn't resist.

"You're warm," You uttered, punctuated by a soft sigh.

"Skin-to-skin'll warm you up faster."

He studied at you, as inconspicuously as he could, watching your chest rise and fall. The curve of your lashes, cheekbones highlighted in the orange glow- he'd always found you beautiful, even more so as you laid against him. A part of him was glad he'd stripped down with you, been able to feel your skin against his.

"Should I take off my shirt?" You asked, innocently enough, though you felt the pause, the hesitation in his words.

"Might have to."

You reached for the hem of your T-shirt, lifting it over your head before falling back against him. He was right, it was warm- like lying against a furnace. You exhaled, relief flooding through you.

"Better?" He asked.

You nodded. Your hands had come up to cover your chest, folding your arms. Your curled yourself up into a fetal position.

"Thanks," You muttered again.

He'd struck your confidence down, unintentionally, but his eyes on your body reduced you to hiding from him. Even in a life-or-death situation, it wasn't ideal to be nearly naked in front of your Lieutenant, especially not after coming to terms with your feelings for him. It didn't make it any easier that he'd saved your life, and didn't expect anything in return. You hadn't quite caught up to the reality of the situation and likely wouldn't until the feeling in your toes returned.

Your hands pressed to his chest, desperate for more heat, yearning for it while your body still shivered intermittently.

"You just nervous or still cold?"

Your eyes lifted to his, "Why would I be nervous?"

"Don't be daft," He replied.

He'd seen right through your attempt at playing innocent, trying not to open the door for anything other than professionalism. You couldn't afford to let your feelings be known, not with your entire body on display- you were far too vulnerable already.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," You brushed him off.

"Don't think I've seen you naked before, Sergeant. I'd remember."

It slipped out- a moment of weakness while he gazed down at you. He'd crossed a line, an inadvertently risqué remark that caught your attention. Though he could see your lips part, your eyes dart between his, it didn't stop his heart from racing, choking back the urge to push you away.

"Didn't realize I was so memorable," You whispered.

"Cold's gettin' in your head."

He tried to turn back, revert to the abrasive man you knew him as, but it was too late. You'd already stuck your foot in the door, caught a glimpse of how he really felt.

"I don't think so," You muttered, curling into him further, your hands landing on his thighs. "You said it yourself."

He sighed, shutting his eyes as he tried to ignore how hot your hands were over his thighs. The sultry tone of your voice, your eyes glimmering in the light.

"That right?" He asked, a teasing cadence to his words. He wasn't one for falling into a trap.

"You did tell me to strip," You said, letting your head fall to his shoulder again. "Am I on your mind, Lieutenant?"

He clenched his jaw, watching your chest rise and fall from below him, your head tilted up to watch him. He couldn't resist, in any imaginable scenario you'd always get the best of him, whether he liked it or not.

He wondered if it was the cold, making your words out to be sultry and inviting, but when his hands met your waist and you fell into him, your beautiful eyes gazing up at him, he didn't care what it was; he just wanted you.

"All the fuckin' time," He said, low and harsh in your ear.

You swallowed. His words had immediately brought the remnants of heat in your body to the surface. It rushed over your face, settled between your thighs- everywhere you didn't particularly need it.

"Anything in particular?"

Your voice was reduced to a whisper, though you still had enough energy to pursue whatever it was going on between you.

"Fishin' for compliments?" He retorted, a smug tone to his voice.

"I want to know what you imagine when you think about me."

He slid his hands down to your thighs, cool to the touch, but under his palms it felt nice. He was burning up- from desire or the fire, he didn't know.

"Be easier to list what I haven't thought about, sweetheart."

You shivered again- this time, because of the callouses scraping against your smooth skin, the honeyed words that dripped out of his mouth. His rough hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs, moving slowly across your legs. You whimpered, a deep expression of impatience, and he chuckled in your ear.

"I've thought about you," You confessed, watching his head tilt to see you better. "Especially now."

He paused, "I ain't lookin' for a reward, if that's what you're gettin' at."

"No," You shook your head, your hands landing over his. "I've just been waiting for you to touch me."

"Hypothermia ain't enough to keep you subdued," He stated, watching you wriggle yourself back against him, desperate for more.

"I want you to touch me," You whispered.

It was a tie between wanting to stay within the norm and let yourself fall into the abyss of your desire. The threat of hypothermia was a good excuse, one you'd relied on to give you the edge you needed to admit to your feelings.

Your confession sent a rush of blood to his groin, enough that you could feel him hardening, pressing into the small of your back. You could hear him muttering curse words under his breath, especially as his hands ghosted over the seat of your panties.

"I like seein' you spread out for me like this," He said, leaning forward as his masked mouth brushed against your ear. "You want me t' touch you?" It was a rhetorical question, one spurred by the desire to hear you admit it again, words he'd only imagined you saying.

Goosebumps erupted over your skin, your hand leaving Ghost's thigh to rest over his. You pushed it down, finally, enough pressure over your pussy to make you whine.

"Please," You said, staring up at him.

He let out a short groan, hooking his legs under your ankles to pull them apart, spreading your thighs wider over his. Without your guidance, he stroked two fingers over your clit, still clothed, but it made your head fall back.

You let out a short breath of relief, planting your palms on either side of his legs as he moved his fingers in small circles.

"Yes," You breathed, arching your back into him.

He took your praise and continued, pulling your panties aside to press his fingers directly to the hot flesh of your pussy. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing down groans of satisfaction upon feeling how slick and soft you were.

His fingers slipped down, two finding your seeping entrance while his thumb continued rubbing over your clit. He pushed his fingers deeper inside of you, his free hand wrapping over your chest again, reaching blindly to squeeze and palm your breasts.

"You warm yet?" He asked, the rumble of his baritone in your ear. He knew just how to rile you up

"Don't-" You stuttered, "Don't stop."

"You're soakin' my fingers," He said, mostly to himself, though he heard the whimper that left your lips. "Listen to that."

You weren't oblivious to the sounds of your pussy as Ghost's fingers hooked inside you, coaxing your orgasm with patience and consistency. Usually, you would flushed with embarrassment, but Ghost's heavy breathing in your ear, his hand clinging to you, you didn't care.

"I told you," You said, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "I've been waiting."

He hummed, using his free hand to lift his mask over the bump on his nose, pressing his lips against your neck. Your lips fell open, moaning softly, panting into the cool air.

"Been waitin' on you, sweetheart."

Your stomach tensed, your fingers digging into the floorboards as you rolled your hips against his fingers. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers, feeling the beginnings of your orgasm.

"Ghost," You slurred, your hips rocking into his hand. "Right there- please," You whined.

He nudged your cheek with his nose, forcing you to leave your neck vulnerable to his lips and tongue. He slid his tongue over the tendons, following with a kiss to your pulse.

He sucked in a harsh breath when he felt your pussy constrict his fingers, wrapping around him with a tightness that nearly halted his movements.

"You cummin' on my fingers?" He asked.

You nodded, holding your breath as your abs tightened. Your body twisted in his grasp, gasping for air once the overwhelming pleasure had passed and you were left weak and boneless.

You turned on your knees to straddle his thighs. Your eyes were drawn to the sight of his flushed lips, wet with saliva. You leaned forward, engulfing his lips with yours, immediately throwing yourself against him as your tongue slid into his mouth.

He moved his hands to your waist, holding tightly while you unintentionally ground your hips into his erection, making him moan quietly into your mouth.

Your fingers slid down his chest, reaching his belt. You pulled away to look at his eyes- dark, nearly unnoticeable beneath the charcoal paint, but you could see his light eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. You'd never seen his face; up until now it was a well-kept secret, but the lower-half of his face was intoxicating, enough to keep your attention.

He offered you his lips out of pure lust; in awe of you, how your body reacted to his touch. He wanted to feel you with his lips, his tongue, glide it over every inch of your skin- he'd settle for the restrictions holding him back now, but made a promise to himself to taste you, all of you.

"You want more?" He asked you, a bit surprised that you'd reached for his belt.

"I want all of you," You whispered.

Your words hit his ears with genuine desire, making him clench his jaw. The vision of you beneath him, his cock penetrating the walls of your pussy- it made him shudder.

"Go on then, sweetheart. Take it."

You freed his cock, shifting upwards, your chest against his jaw as he guided his cock to your pussy, sliding back against your clit to find the tight walls inside you.

You lowered yourself, choking back a loud moan, your heart battering your rib cage.

"Can y'take it all?" He asked, his voice strained.

You forced yourself down, effectively stretching your walls as he opened you up. You settled on his thighs, his cock buried so deep inside you it felt like he was shifting your organs to make room.

He let out a satisfied groan, praising your efforts with a grin.

"There it is," He grumbled.

Your groans made his cock twitch inside you, and as he inadvertently tugged you forward you grunted.

"You're big," You whispered, your forehead falling against the hard material of his mask. "S-so big."

"You're too fuckin' tight," He said. "Fuckin' hell, sweetheart."

You lifted yourself, perching forward ever-so slightly just to bring yourself back down on his cock.

Once you were comfortable, you set a slow pace, one that allowed you to feel just how deep he could go, how good he felt as he massaged your walls.

"Just like that," He uttered, his eyes falling to your chest, watching your breasts recoil with every bounce.

Your eyes shut, burying your face against the side of his, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you held him close.

"No," He said, his hand reaching your throat with a firm hold.

He pushed you back. "Wanna see how you look ridin' me."

You shivered again, your pussy squeezing around him, making his lips part with a groan. His hand offered a gentle squeeze, moving up to hold your jaw while you lifted yourself up and back down on his cock, before grinding back and forth.

"Oh my God," You drawled, your eyes shutting as you devoured the friction of his trousers against your clit, the head of his cock dragging through your walls.

His other hand slid down to your ass, taking a handful and forcefully pushing you over his lap to grind against him.

"Bloody hell," He grunted. "Been waitin' for you," He said again, in the midst of a lust-induced haze. "For a long fuckin' time."

"I'm yours," You replied, sweet whimpers hitting his ears. "All yours."

"Christ, sweetheart. Keep talkin' like that- g'na make me cum."

His words drew your orgasm from you, built up from the friction and irresistible feeling of his cock filling you- you collapsed against him with a faint cry, your hips still as your pussy fluttered, contractions shooting through your pussy and lower back.

"Fuck," He cursed. "Better move."

You whimpered as you lifted off his cock, watching as he ran his hand up and down it.

Your hand reached out to replace his, a firm fist squeezing his cock- his warm cum landed over the expanse of your stomach, dripping down over your pubis.

Your head fell back, taking in deep breaths, still reeling from your high as he tucked himself back in his trousers.

His hands reached out to grab your waist with a firm hold, heavy breaths fanning over your sticky skin.

"I meant it," You said, your hands sliding over his shoulders. "Thank you."

"Couldn't leave you behind."

"I know," You nodded.

"You're too important t'leave behind."

A small smile grew over your face.

"I think I'm warm enough now," You said.

"I know," He said back. "Just want you here."

You fell forward, hanging onto him while his hands wrapped around your waist to hold you against him.

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balletfilmss · 5 months

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SWEET RELIEF

✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!reader

✸ synopsis: jason got you sick, so now he’s on nurse duty

✸ warnings: not proofread, i might’ve swore like, twice

✸ notes: IM sick rn so i’m neglecting my requests and giving you this instead while wondering where my jason is to take care of me

this was it. this was how you were going to die.

after all the things you’d faced as a heroic demigod, you were going to go down under a heap of tissue, cough medicine, and periodic thermometer checks.

you were going to be taken out by the fucking flu.

laying in your bed, half your limbs covered in blankets and the others exposed to the air because your body couldn’t yet decide if it was boiling hot or freezing cold, you felt miserable.

your thoughts of just succumbing to illness and wondering what the doors of death looked like were interrupted by the creak of your door opening, revealing your boyfriend with a bottle of water and medicine in hand.

now, jason was a helicopter boyfriend on any given day, but considering the fact that he was the parasite who’d given you the flu after he’d had it the week before, he was extra hovery now that you were under the weather. and you’d taken care of him when he was sick, so in his words, he was only returning the favor.

“hey sweetheart,” he said, sock-fitted feet padding closer to your bedside. “how you feeling?”

how, exactly, were you to answer that question? without sounding insane, that is.

how did you explain that you could physically feel the clothes you were wearing weighing on your skin and how even lying still your muscles ached like they’d been over-exerted for hours?

unwilling to sound like a nut job, you answered with a nasally grumble instead.

that wasn’t the answer jason was looking for, of course, but he still set your water down on the nightstand and didn’t ask a follow up question.

“here’s your medicine.”

“keep it,” you pouted, looking at the evil little pills from tartarus sitting in his gentle palm.

“c’mon, you have to take them.”

knowing he was right and unable to find it in yourself to fight, you took the medicine with gulps of water and a few grimaces, but hey, you took them nonetheless.

“your hands are cold,” jason observed after your hands had brushed his to grab the pills.

“well, i’m freezing so that would make sense.” you admitted.

and that was all jason needed to hear before he’d left the room and returned with a fluffy blanket. he fanned it out and layered it on top of the one you were already underneath and, as any good on-nurse-duty boyfriend would, climbed right underneath it with you.

“jase, no, this is exactly how i got sick,” you complained, trying fruitlessly to shove him away.

“i’ve already had it,” he reasoned. “i’m practically immune now.”

“immune, my ass,” you grumbled. “but i’ll let you stay because you’re warm.”

perfect, because he wasn’t going to leave you anyways!

jason wrapped you up in his arms as closely as he could, resting your head on his chest as you snuggled into his shirt. he pulled the blankets up to your chin, making sure to trap in as much warmth as possible.

as you began to lull to sleep, overtaken with fatigue, he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, giving you a final squeeze before your found some relief from illness in your dreams.

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strang3lov3 · 1 year

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Congratulations on 2K!!! You are amazing and you deserve all of the love!!!💜💜 I am so happy I found your account!

I have a joel request hehe😉

Reader is sleeping next to joel and she starts having a wet dream about him. He hears her and makes her dream come to life. ( basically any kind of somnophilia with Joel makes me feral)

love u bye

thank you non! love this idea. i really appreciate your support, i hope you enjoy this smutty little story

Sleeping Beauty

Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: soft dom! joel, smut, one bed!, oral f receiving, rough smut, unprotected piv, dubcon (somnophilia), very loosely proofread

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: my first kinda drabble for my 2k follower celebration! woohoo! if you have any requests, please feel free to send em! doing this all week to celebrate all of my lovely readers and supporters

dont forget to leave me a comment or reblog if you enjoyed! i love you all!

“Fuck, Joel,” you moan into the pillows. His head is between your thighs, devouring you with unmatched power and intensity. He’s taking his time with you, fucking you slowly with his mouth, watching you melt into a puddle as his tongue disappears further and further into your wet heat.

“Taste so good f’me, sugar. So fuckin’ good,” he pulls away for a second to kiss his sweet praises into your thigh. You whine at the loss, grasping at his salt and pepper curls. You’re a mess beneath him, the hot skin of your thighs trembling and glimmering with a mixture of your juices. His sweat, your sweat. Your sweet arousal, his spit.

“Please, don’t stop. Need you-need your tongue,”

“Impatient, are we?” he teases. “You take what I give you, baby.”

“Stop it,” Joel scolds you through a whisper-yell. He’s regretting his choice to share a bed with you. Your wiggling and rustling is relentless.

You, Joel, and Ellie all stopped in an abandoned motel to get some sleep. Most of the rooms were filled with rubble or water damage, except for two. Ellie had already claimed the single room, leaving you and Joel to share the other. It held two beds, both you and Joel each picking one. No problem, right?

Wrong.

It was the dead of winter, and Ellie was freezing in her room. So she did what any asshole teenage menace would do, and stole your blanket.

“Ellie!” you hissed. “Give that back!”

“No. I’m cold,”

“So what am I supposed to do, then?”

“Just snuggle Joel,” Ellie smirked as if she were concocting a diabolical plan and then watching it come to life.

Your cheeks went bright red as Joel looked to you, then to Ellie. “Ellie,” he grumbled sternly. “Give it–”

“Have fun snuggling!” She chirped as she ran out the door and shut it behind her, your blanket in her hands.

You shivered a bit, staring sadly at your measly sheet on the bed. There was no way in hell Joel would ever let you–

“Go on, get in,” he motioned towards the bed with an impatient and annoyed expression painting his features. “I ain’t snugglin’ ya.”

“Yeah, I’m not either,” you spoke through a yawn, trying to mask your excitedness. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted this. The sun was just about to set, the last sliver of orange daylight seeping in through the windows quickly disappearing. You situated yourself in the bed, Joel following suit. He was stiff as a board next to you, as far on his side of the bed as he could be without falling off the edge.

You couldn’t get to sleep. Neither could he. In truth, you were both too cold to even get tired. You lay shivering, curling your freezing toes and fingers into yourself, tucking into a ball to conserve heat.

He must have been cold too, because the next thing you knew, Joel wrapped his body around yours. His soft tummy pressed into your back, his strong arm wrapped around your torso and held you close. “Don’t tell Ellie,” he grumbled.

You fell asleep within minutes.

Joel, on the other hand, did not. He laid next to you as you wiggled against him, your ass grinding on his cock as you tried to get closer and closer to his body’s warmth. His cock was growing harder with each wiggle of your hips.

“God bless it, quit your squirmin’,” he hisses. “Movin’ too damn much.”

You make a noise, somewhere in between an exhale and a moan. You wiggle your hips again, wrapping your arms around his.

He says your name, scolding you. But you don’t hear, you’re off in your own head dreaming your limbs intertwined with Joel’s, his tongue and fingers pulling whimpers and cries from your body.

“Joel,” you whisper, flipping over and pulling him close. You nuzzle your head into his neck and pull one of his legs between your thighs, unconsciously squeezing and grinding on him.

“Hush,” he quiets you in annoyance. “You’re driving me up a fuckin’ wall, honey.”

Joel adjusts in your embrace, his thigh pressing into your pussy. “Just like that,” you gasp.

“Huh?”

“Oh, Joel,” you breathe, your hot breath tickling his neck. You kiss and nip at his skin, pull him closer. “Need you, your tongue,” And then,

Oh.

You’re dreaming, he realizes. And not just dreaming, you’re grinding yourself on him, whispering his name, begging for his tongue. His cock is straining against his jeans, begging for release.

He knows it’s wrong, he should wake you up. But the thought of tasting your sweet pussy…

“Please,” you beg.

“I’ll take care of you sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he whispers as he unbuttons your pants and pulls them down in one swift motion, along with your panties. He situates himself between your legs and quickly stuffs your panties into his jacket pocket, before dipping one of his thick fingers into your dripping cunt. “Fuckin’ drippin’ for me, honey. Need my tongue, s’that right?”

You only mumble in response, your legs spreading wider for him. You grasp at his shoulders, his hair, anything to pull him where you need him most.

Joel pulls you close to him, pressing sloppy wet kisses first to your thighs and then to your cunt. He dips his tongue between your lips, letting the sweet and musky taste of your slick cover his tongue.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, honey. Love this pussy,”

You whine softly, bucking your hips into his mouth as his tongue explores every inch of your velvet soft folds. He loves how you taste, how you unravel underneath him. The way you pull him closer, desperately chasing your high. Your soft whimpers and cries.

Joel looks up at you for a second, your brows are knit together and your closed eyes are fluttering. He pushes two thick fingers deep inside your hole, fingertips petting that spongy spot inside you. He wraps his lips around your swollen clit, tongue teasing the sensitive bud. You melt in his mouth, and in moments you’re coming on his tongue, your wetness flooding his mouth and dripping into his hand.

You awaken with your orgasm, your eyes widening when you realize Joel’s between your legs, kissing and nipping at your thighs, licking up the mess you’ve made in your slumber. You open your mouth in shock, Joel quickly covers it with his hand. You can smell your arousal on his fingers.

“There she is, sleepin’ beauty,” he smirks proudly. “You know, all y’had to do was ask if you wanted me to make you come, honey.”

Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, you quickly try to shut your legs closed. Joel catches your movement and holds them open, his fingers digging into your thigh a little too painfully.

“Joel,” you start, your voice small. You struggle against him, trying to hide your most intimate area. Not that it matters, Joel was already tongue deep inside you.

“Don’t hide from me now, honey. I know you’ve been dreamin’ about me,”

You freeze, unsure of what to say, what to do. Maybe you’re still dreaming, you hope.

“M’not tryna embarrass you, sweetheart. It’s natural,” he coos, his fingers walking up your thighs and just before your pussy, he’s playing with your tuft of curls. “Poor thing, s’that why I hear you cryin’ for me late at night? Been havin’ dirty dreams about me?”

You whimper, nodding furiously.

“What do ya dream about, sweet girl?”

You shift a little, his pointer finger tracing lazy circles into your clit. If you weren’t so worked up, you’d be humiliated by the situation. You should be humiliated.

“You,” you whine.

“Me how?”

You groan in irritation. “Fuck, your tongue. Your cock. All of you,” you whisper.

“Mhm. And what am I doin’ to you?”

“You, you kiss me. And you f-fuck me,” you admit. You’re bucking your hips into him, needing more than loose circles on your clit.

“Makin’ me blush,” Joel teases you. It’s dark, but you can see the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. You feel him smirk against your quivering thighs. “I like that you’ve been thinkin’ about me like this. How long?”

You moan, unable to form words. Your chest is heaving up and down in anticipation, your heartbeat like thunder in your ears. “Fuck, I dunno. Forever,”

“Forever?” Joel asks, his voice feigning sincerity. “That’s an awful long time. You think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Joel,” you exhale, swallowing thickly.

“Do you?”

“Every time,” you rasp.

“Shoot, poor thing. Just need a real man to fuck you, don’t you? You don’t know what you’re doin’ with all this,” he pushes his fingers back inside you, punching his fingers up at a tantalizingly slow pace. “I can take care of you, fuck ya real nice. Just say the magic word.”

“God, yes. I need you, Joel,” you breathe, your voice hungry and desperate. You’re pushing your hips further into him, begging him to give you more.

“Magic word, baby. Where are your manners?”

You’re growing increasingly frustrated, tears filling in your eyes and threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Say please,” he instructs you, stopping his motions inside of you. “Say ‘Please, Joel. Please fuck me’,”

“Please fuck me, Joel,” you repeat, loudly. You can’t take it anymore, you need him with every fiber of your being.

“Shh,” he hushes you. “Wasn’t so hard, hm?”

You shake your head no and he pulls back, pulling his cock out of his jeans. He flips you over on your tummy, shoves your chest down with his hand and pulls your ass up. Using one hand, he caresses the soft and wet skin of your pussy. With the other, his thumb, pointer, and middle fingers loosely holding his stiff member, he notches his tip in your leaking hole, then pushes into you unceremoniously. Hard and fast and hitting you deep inside, just how you’ve dreamed. The stretch hurts you, but you don’t care. You love it.

“Fuck, thank you,” you cry. “Thank you, thank you!”

“Such a good girl for me, usin’ your manners. Gonna take real good care of this pussy for ya,” Joel promises you. He’s hovering above you, hiking your shirt up your chest to pinch and twist at your hardened nipples. You gasp at his touch, arching your back into him.

You’re at a loss for words, in disbelief this is even happening. Your heart jumped at the idea of snuggling Joel just hours ago, and now he’s behind you, inside of you, fucking you like you always fantasized.

The bed squeaks and creaks with every powerful thrust he delivers you. He’s so raw, radiating power and pure sex above you.

“Fuck, you needed this, know you did,” he whispers. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel. S’perfect, you’re perfect,” You love the way he’s fucking you, how deep and hard he thrusts into you. You wish you could see him, his face contorted in pleasure, furrowed brow.

He’s grunting behind you, letting out a moan every so often. He inhales through his teeth, you feel his balls slapping against your pussy. A deliciously sinful feeling.

You’re a mess. A complete and utter mess. Hair tangled, back arched. Whimpers and cries falling off of your tongue. Joel loves you like this, you’re his. All his.

“You think about coming on this cock? Hm?” he asks you through exhales. When you don’t answer, he slaps your ass lightly. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, please. Need to come, need you,”

“Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me,” he commands. “Wanna hear you cryin’ for me, just like you always do.”

“Please, please, need you to make me come, need to come,” you’re frantic, chasing your high.

“Say my name, darlin’. Ask me nice,” You wonder how Joel can stay so composed, so demanding. Your head is nothing but fog, but it seems he’s calculated every last detail about tonight. You’re his, you’re going to do what he wants, how he wants. “Come on now.”

“Please make me come, Joel. Please,”

“There’s my girl. So fuckin’ good to me, honey,” Joel wraps an arm around you, fingers quickly finding your clit. A few tight circles is all it takes before you’re whimpering, quivering, crying out in ecstasy. Joel forces you up, your back pressing into his firm torso. With one hand between your thighs, he covers your mouth with the other to muffle your filthy noises.

Joel fucks you for a few moments longer, his thrusts are sloppy and feverish. With one, two, three deep and hard movements, he spills into you. His moans are choked and his voice gravelly as he paints your insides with ropes and ropes of his hot seed. He pulls out of you quickly, dragging you down with him on the bed.

Both of you panting, he hovers over you to kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your chin, then finally, your lips.

“What was that for?” you ask. His kisses are so tender, a stark juxtaposition to the way he just mercilessly fucked you.

“Said you dream of kissin’ me,” he mumbles plainly, like the answer is oh so obvious. He pulls you into his embrace, still trying to catch his breath.

“Oh,” is all you mumble. Your head is spinning, still trying to process tonight’s events.

“Sweet dreams, sleepin’ beauty. Wake me up if you need anything,” he whispers, giving you one last kiss on your cheek. “Anything.” he reiterates, pinching your ass. You smirk to yourself, you know what he means.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 6 months

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can I get 16 and 19 with charlie

16. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is.’’ + 19. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.’’

SCREAM WEEK PT 2/7

This is my first time writing for Charlie, please don't let this flop. He is not as popular as the other Ghostfaces, but I'm a sucker for horror movie nerds

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Kirby shifted beside you, trying to not fall asleep as the movie continued playing on the TV. ‘’When this one ends, I’m going home. I promised myself I would never watch this monstrosity again, but here we are.’’ She took the almost empty bowl of popcorn to keep herself busy and awake.

The Curse of Michael Myers wasn’t the best of the franchise, but it was part of it and you were doing a Halloween marathon.

‘’What? Come on, Kirby. It’s not even midnight!’’ you protested, not wanting her to leave yet. ‘’The next one if H20. It has its flaws, but it also has Jamie Lee Curtis going after Michael with an axe.’’

Kirby hesitated, clearly torn. ‘’I don’t know…’’

‘’And you promised to drive me home,’’ you reminded her. ‘’I don’t want to leave yet. We have at least two more to go.’’

‘’Four if we include the Rob Zombie remakes,’’ Charlie chimed in from the armchair.

You almost forgot those two.

‘’I’m not sitting through four more movies. My ass is starting to meld with this couch,’’ the blonde grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t the most comfortable couch, but at least it was bigger than Robbie’s. The last time you tried to have a movie night at his house, three people had to sit on the floor.

‘’I can walk you home if you want?’’ Charlie offered, secretly not wanting you to leave yet.

When the movie ended, Charlie went to the kitchen for drinks while you were switching the DVDs. He had a hefty collection above the television, which you were slightly jealous of. He even owned expensive collector pieces — counting a Jigsaw puppet —, but they were upstairs in his bedroom.

‘’Did you set it up?’’ Charlie asked, returning to the living room.

You hummed, grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your lap. It wasn’t cold, but you liked the feeling of it on your skin.

Charlie handed you your drink and went to sit back on the armchair, you stopped him. ‘’You don’t have to sit all the way there, Kirby’s spot is free.’’

Without thinking it through, Charlie sat beside you, momentarily forgetting that he gets sweaty and nervous when he’s close to you. God, he felt like such a loser.

The movie started, and the familiar Halloween theme music echoed through the speakers.

Toward the middle of the movie, you were both quoting the movie and laughing. It wasn’t your first time seeing it. Nor your second.

Although you had been in the same friend group since Sophomore year, it was rare that you were hanging out alone with Charlie. He and Robbie were inseparable, and you tended to spend most of your time with Kirby and Olivia. Outside of your passion for horror movies, you didn’t have much in common. You weren’t even from the social scale at school.

Absent-mindedly, you had moved closer to him. You didn’t know when or how, but Charlie, on the other hand, did notice and shifted uncomfortably, feeling the warmth radiating from your body beside him. He could smell the faintest notes of your perfume, making him realize that if he was close enough to kiss you. But he couldn’t do that. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, trying to quiet his thoughts.

‘’She’s going after him!’’ You grabbed Charlie’s arm in excitement as you watched Jamie Lee break the glass and take the axe. ‘’Go Laurie! Chop his head off!’’ you said at the screen despite already knowing what will happen.

Charlie's gaze flickered between you and the TV, savoring the moments in your company. When would he get another night like this?

‘’There’s no way he can return after that.’’

‘’Yet he does,’’ Charlie said as the credits rolled in. ‘’They briefly explain in Resurrection that Laurie killed the wrong person on Halloween night, thinking it was Michael Myers. It was a paramedic. Personally, I think that’s farfetched. They should have let him die.’’

You twisted your torso to look at Charlie. ‘’But that’s the thing with Michael. He always comes back.’’

‘’I actually have a theory about that,’’ Charlie began, leaning closer to you as if sharing a secret. ‘’It’s the mask that makes him impossible to kill. Have you noticed that he always wears it when they proclaim him as ‘dead’? It’s probably cursed or something. That’s how he keeps surviving. They should take his mask off, and then chop his head.’’

‘’Like Jason and the Crystal lake? They always dump him back in the lake when he dies,’’ you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Charlie grinned. ‘’Exactly!’’

He should get up and switch the DVD, but his eyes glanced down at your pink lips, looking soft and inviting. Charlie knew the outcome wouldn’t be the one he dreamed about, but he leaned in anyway, his lips drawing closer to yours. But before they could touch, you pulled back to dodge his kiss.

‘’Charlie…’’ you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Embarrassment rushed through his body, his gaze dropping to the floor knowing that things would never be quite the same after this. ‘’Eh, sorry, I shouldn’t have. I should have known.’’ He shook his head, forcing a laugh. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is…’’

Awkwardness filled the room, neither of you speaking for several minutes.

‘’I…I’m gonna go switch the movie.’’

Left alone on the couch, you bit your bottom lip. Why didn’t you let him kiss you? You dodged his kiss by pure instinct. Because Charlie was different from the guys you dated, but different isn't always bad. You had a great time tonight in his company. He was sweet, caring, and you liked how passionate he was about the things he loved.

Your eyes watched him carefully put the movie back into its case and take out the next. His movements were slower, dreading to return to his seat.

‘’Charlie?’’

‘’Do you want another drink? Or popcorn? I could go make another round of popcorn—’’

‘’Charlie,’’ you repeated. ‘’Just come sit.’’

He pressed the button to slide the DVD back in the player, then returned to the couch. His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to shake off the embarrassment of his failed attempt at a kiss. He wanted the cushions to swallow him like they did to Glen in Nightmare on Elm street.

‘’Charlie, I'm sorry I pulled away earlier,’’ you began softly, not wanting to make things any more awkward.

‘’It’s fine,’’ he brushed off, grabbing the remote and pressing ‘play’.

‘’It’s not.’’ You shifted to sit sideways, trying to get Charlie’s attention. ‘’Can we try it again? I want to change the ending.’’

His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a mixture of disbelief and hope swirling in them. ‘’What?’’

‘’Kiss me.’’

Air got stuck in Charlie’s throat. No way you were being serious. ‘’You’re fucking with me…’’

You cupped the back of his neck and leaned in slowly. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you,’’ you whispered, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear as you looked into his blue eyes. ‘’You just…took me by surprise.’’

Unlike in his dreams, Charlie didn't wake up, you pressed your lips against his.

You tried to keep the kiss soft and controlled, but Charlie wanted more. His hand found your hips, gently gripping them as he slipped his tongue past your lips, no longer interested in watching the movie that just began. You let your hands wander from his shoulder to his hair, pulling at the roots and eliciting sweet noises from him. He clung to you for dear life, air escaping his lungs and soon finding himself out of breath, but he couldn’t stop kissing you. You were like a drug, and he wanted more.

‘’No,’’ Charlie whined when you broke the kiss. He attempted to chase after your lips, but you kissed along his jawline, nipping and nibbling a trail from his ear down the column of his neck. ‘’Aah, fuck.’’

You smiled against his skin, loving how responsive he was.

Grabbing at the front of his unbuttoned plaid shirt, you pulled him with you as you leaned against the armrest of the couch. Charlie settled into your widespread legs, shifting so he wouldn’t press his whole body weight on you.

‘’See, sometimes the nerd does get the hot girl.’’

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silence-burns · 9 months

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The Death of Me //part 2

Fandom: Aquaman

Summary: (very small spoilers for the movie) Finding Orm on your doorstep was not something you expected. Having him move in was even worse. But the effect he still had on every part of your life would be the death of you.

Even though you learned early on the world was an unjust and cruel place, it still managed to surprise you occasionally. The last bits of hope clung to your cloudy mind, snatched away from you once you pried your eyes open to see your nightmare incarnate sitting by the kitchen table.

The fever knocked you out for a few blissful hours; earlier events fading into a half-remembered dream. But there was no denying the truth once you noticed the suspiciously clean counters and sudden lack of accumulated trash laying around. And, worst of all, your new roommate.

Or caregiver. Or pain in the ass. Or man that made your heart twitch in a way signaling either a crush or a heart attack. Who cared about semantics?

Orm Marius, former Ocean Master and currently just some guy, sat in the middle of the kitchen, making his way through a book. The seaside house was home to many books, although you doubted the original owner ever had the time to browse through them.

A small mercy had been granted to you and Orm didn't notice you had woken up. You couldn't help but observe him. Even though he was no stranger to you, and quite recently you'd helped break him out of prison and even somehow saved the world together, you still felt mesmerized by the way he moved and looked.

Even now, the dying evening light entering through the window painted the room in deep shadows, and softened the planes of Orm's face. He had positioned himself close to the window to read in the dimming light. It allowed you to see the softened curve of his shoulders and the way he tilted his head, studying the book just as carefully as you studied him.

“Glad to see you're doing better,” Orm said, without moving.

You jumped a little, making your injuries flare up in a wave of pain. A startled whine escaped your lips when your body reminded you how sore it actually was.

Orm put the book down and stepped over to the couch. Before you managed to say anything, he pressed his hand to your forehead. Whatever words rose in your throat, scattered.

“You're still burning,” Orm muttered with concern and furrowed brows. “Are you sure your medicine is working?”

“...it just needs some time.”

Your voice came out weaker than you expected. You felt fuzzy, and the room around you was definitely moving a little.

Orm was not convinced, and disappeared from your line of sight for a while.

Your fever was probably on the rise again, which was to be expected. For the past few days you'd been in and out of it, drowning in sweat and fighting off the urge to scratch underneath your bandages.

You kicked off the thin blanket, hoping Orm wouldn't touch you again. You were dreadfully aware of how wet Orm's hand must've come off and of the old sweat stench surrounding you. In your defense, you didn't expect any visitors, so for the past few days you focused on passively surviving rather than dragging your corpse to the shower once a day.

You heard Orm's steps before he entered your vision. “Man, just leave me alone. I'm seriously fine on my own—”

A wet towel slapped onto your face, splashing cold water around. What a simple, yet effective way of both shutting you up and providing relief. You'd be impressed if it didn't piss you off so much.

You dragged it off your eyes and came face to face with Orm, suddenly crouching way too close to your liking. He looked at you intensely and then raised an eyebrow.

“If you want me gone, then you should be perfectly capable of throwing me out. You didn't have any trouble last time we sparred.”

“That would be so rude of me. It would crush your ego.”

“As if you ever bothered being polite.”

“I am the nicest person that has ever graced this Earth.”

“You look like a corpse on its way to the afterlife. Unless your state improves, I'm not leaving. The only choice you have is finally dying or getting better and kicking me out. And since I'd rather see the outcome of option number two, I think we have to start with these bandages.”

“They’re in place.”

“The wounds need to be cleaned and dressed again. I can smell that from back here.”

With a hiss through clenched teeth, you dragged yourself into a sitting position, as far away from Orm as was possible on the couch.

“...look who's impolite now.”

Orm moved closer to you with a darkened expression. It made you shiver and put one bare foot on his chest in the only defense you could muster. He wrapped his fingers around your ankle, but didn't move any closer.

“It's not about politeness or pride,” he explained slowly, not taking his eyes off you. “I want you to feel better, regardless of what it takes.”

The way your cheeks heated had very little to do with the fever. In a kinder world, Orm wouldn't have noticed it.

But in this one, he was too observant to miss something like that. His lips curled in the faintest of smiles just as his hand moved further up your leg, slowly dragging his fingers over your scorching skin. Your heart was in your throat and wanted out.

You slapped the wet towel onto his arm and freed your leg.

“Such profound words for someone so annoying.”

“Whatever gets you moving. These wounds really do need cleaning, and I will not back down from that one.”

“I can do it myself.”

“If you could, you would've done it days ago—when it was actually due. That's enough waiting, take them off.”

You thought back to how far your injuries went under your shirt. It provided you with a surprisingly effective burst of motivation to heave yourself off the couch and onto semi-steady legs.

You wobbled off in the general direction of the bathroom, wishing for your torment to finally end.

“Please do avoid any further injuries,” Orm called after you, watching your unsteady search for clean clothes and a towel. There was painful stiffness to your joints, but you were extremely motivated to overcome it.

“I promise to graciously call for your aid right before I break my neck on these marvelous tiles.”

There was not much dignity left in you, but you did your best to protect it by switching the bathroom lock rather than slamming the door.

You could've sworn you heard Orm chuckle.

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 2 years

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2:21 ー DENJI. take all of my soul, I'm not afraid to share.

where on earth is he? you glanced sharply at the top right corner of your phone, forgoing your fourth attempt to watch the same tiktok. it was well-past midnight and your boyfriend still wasn’t home yet.

you checked your messages again.

hey when are you coming home? sent 23:14

baby? sent 23:24

he hadn’t even read them.

you sighed anxiously with a light buzz of irritation. denji couldn’t be giving you the silent treatment over what happened. if anything, you were the one who should be giving him the silent treatment. you glanced in the direction of max, the calathea orbifolia that was your pride and joy before denji let the apartment get too cold while you were visiting your parents for a week. then you came home today ー or rather, yesterday ー to your pride and joy’s leaves flopped over. needless to say you snapped.

now max’s beautiful leaves were gone, the stems cut to soil length in hopes he’d grow back just the same as before.

your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen even though his shift had long since ended.

your upset from earlier now gave way to worry. this was denji. the same denji who woke you up when you were sleeping on the couch to ask if ‘we’re still good?’ before he crawled under your blankets and fell asleep on your chest. he couldn’t be ignoring you, not even if you were upset with one another. and that’s why i’m freaking out. you finally caved and hit the phone icon yet all you received was his voicemail instantly.

you sighed again, shaking your head. “he’s probably at aki’s.” you murmured, not sure who you were trying to convince more. you would sleep in the living room on the couch, just in case. not that you thought you’d get much sleep.

it was almost too coincidental in that moment, however, that the doorknob made the familiar sounds of being unlocked before the door burst open.

relief and anger swept over you all at once as you saw your boyfriend in the flesh, sweaty and breathing hard. “where the hell have you been?!” you whispered loudly, trying not to alert your neighbors. “you’ve had me worried half to-”

“before you get mad,” denji held out a hand, the other behind his back as he leaned against the door frame in loud pants. “my phone died so i couldn’t call or text and i thought about trying to text you from some random person’s phone but i couldn’t remember your number-” the blond took a frantic breath. “but i was tryin’ to find one of those 24 hour supermarkets but of course we live in a part of town where there ain’t none and-”

you waved your hands frantically, “denji, denji, denji breathe!”

it took a few large breaths before denji finally looked like he wasn’t ready to pass out. “okay,” you finally began. “why were you trying to find a 24 hour supermarket?”

brown eyes glanced over his shoulder with a light grimace, an internal battle clear on his face. ultimately, the side of truth won as denji finally took his hidden arm from behind his back and held up a small bouquet.

the wrapping itself was paper that was clearly ripped out of a notebook and the flowers? they were haphazardly different lengths, some stems poking straight out of the wrap. they were wildflowers, dandelions and cosmoses you recognized right away for some but the others unrecognizable blooms. some looked worse for wear, a few downright had no petals probably lost in denji’s sprint homeー yet all looked 100% hand-picked.

“i was tryin’ to be romantic when i apologized but i couldn’t get any of those fancy bouquets. i kinda had to improvise.” denji sheepishly explained as you gingerly took the arrangement from his fingers, not wanting it to fall apart. “i’m sorry about mack.”

“max.” you corrected without missing a beat despite your throat feeling tight and eyes feeling wet.

“yeah max.” denji continued seamlessly as if he hadn’t butchered your plant’s name in the first place. “i’m sorry, i know how much he meant to you and i’ll help grow him back even if he’s a pain in the ass about the humidity and drainage and needs distilled water instead of tap like a little princess.” denji blanched at his own words. “not that he’s a pain in the ass. i won’t even complain the entire time he’s in recovery!”

“you’re such a goofball” you laughed before hugging your boyfriend tightly; it was the only way you’d stop yourself from crying. “god, i love you so much.” you kissed the juncture between his shoulder and neck, you kissed his chin before you kissed his lips once, twice, three times. you loved this man, no matter how much of menace he could be, you were sure you loved him before you even knew him.

you loved his messy hair in the morning,

you loved his snide comments that swore you loved max more than him,

and you loved the dreamy look in his eyes and dopey smile on his face in this moment especially.

“i love you more” denji grinned widely.

“no, you don’t get to do that when you’re apologizing to me”

“then you’re not mad anymore?”

“not if you keep your promise to help take care of max”

“i don’t have to sleep by myself?”

“no, no you do not.”

(despite denji’s urge to pick you up and swing you around, you refused. you wanted to put your bouquet in some water first.)

a timestamp piece for @cafedanslanuit who accurately guessed my haikyuu!! crush. if you’re interested in gettin’ one, there are 3 slots still open (hint he is on one of these two teams: karasuno/nekoma). anyway, i really enjoyed making this one. csm is finally out and episode 1 was perfect. the va for denji is doing such a great job for his first main role. denji needs so much love man, for everything he takes he gives thrice as much as a lover that’s what i feel

#look she's writing #timestamp #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #denji x reader #timestamp fics are so therapeutic tbh #they're short so there's no big pressure around it #kinda like a warm up before doing your main exercise

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pinknightsinmymind · 2 years

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hi!! Your works are so sweet, I love them^^ I was wondering if you could write a ellie x reader, where both Ellie and reader need to share a bed but its awkward with them both yearning for each other unknowingly, until they finally confess and cuddle up with light touches, just so much fluff

【 let it snow - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 4.9k

content: mentions of alcohol, reader and ellie drunk stargazing, they go on patrol, chased by infected (briefly), caught in snowstorm, mentions of weapons, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs (no one does any just talked about), pining and yearning, sharing one bed, eventual confession, fluff, comforting ellie

a/n: FUCK THIS IS ONE OF THE OLDEST TROPES IN THE BOOK BUT ITS STILL ONE OF MY FAVS .... so i got a lil carried away writing this lol but i digress

Everything was woozy and off-kilter as you talked to Ellie. The two of you were outside, drunk off your asses, staring at the stars while you laid on the snowy ground. You felt the whisper of cold air dancing against your skin as it made you yearn for warmth. It was such a beautiful night, and all of your sentimental feelings just kept bubbling up. Ellie was just as drunk as you, but that didn’t stop her from going on and on about space and the stars. The stars looked blurry to you, almost like someone had smeared paint against a dark canvas. You couldn't help but think of the countless paintings Ellie has in her room, the times she’s let you see her painting process. Such an artist.

“—and the universe just keeps expanding. It doesn’t stop,” you heard Ellie say in wonder. You turned your head to look at her, at the girl whose eyes looked too much like the stars you were both admiring.

“I love it when you talk about space,” you said to her.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled over to lay on your side and truly look at her. “I think you’re beautiful when you… when you talk about the things you love.” The alcohol in your system was making you feel warm and fuzzy. All you wanted to do was speak the truth, to tell Ellie all about the feelings you guarded within you.

“Are you messing with me?” Ellie asked, turning to face you as well.

“No, never,” you said to her. You got lost in her eyes the way you get sucked into a whirlpool. You leaned in without realizing, pecked her lips lightly, then pulled away. You could see the shock on Ellie’s face, but she said nothing. A moment of silence passed before she spoke.

“You need to go home and sober up,” she said. Even in your drunken state you could see the sadness on her features.

+ + +

The next morning you could feel the chill enter your room far before you woke up, burying yourself into your blankets further. You felt at peace in your deep slumber. It was definitely some of the best sleep you’d had in a while—until you heard a certain someone knocking on your door, and last night’s events came crashing down on you.

“[Y/N]? You there?” you heard Ellie call from outside. Shit. This was bad. Very bad. How were you going to face her after what you did? But with both of you as drunk as you were, did she even remember? You groaned as you burrowed yourself under your covers.

“Go away,” you responded groggily. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of your bed, and you didn’t want to wake up and go on patrol with her after last night. Oh, God, what were you going to do? You considered your options, and the only doable one would be to pretend that none of it ever happened.

“Come on. Is that any way to talk to your favorite patrol partner?” Ellie teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes. Especially when she wakes me up from good sleep,” you said curtly.

“Ouch,” she said from behind the door. “We’re running a little behind schedule. You need to get up.”

“No thanks.”

“You decent?” she asked.

“No, but I’ll let you get a good look.” Maybe you shouldn’t have said that after last night’s events, but you needed to keep the facade up somehow. It was hard to act like everything was normal, but at least you were making it so far. This was the kind of humor you and Ellie had around each other, anyway.

“Aw, fuck off. You’re so grumpy in the morning,” Ellie said. “I’m coming in.” You heard the rustling of the doorknob, and you screamed internally. You had given her a spare key to your place a long time ago when she gave you one to hers. You and Ellie had been close friends ever since she first showed up in Jackson, thick as thieves, someone whom you had always put your trust in. You were still hidden underneath your covers when you heard the door open and close, followed by Ellie’s agile footsteps. You didn’t know how, but she had mastered walking so silently she was undetectable, but not to you. You recognized her footsteps like your own heartbeat. There was a dip in the mattress beside you, and soon you felt a hand gripping onto your blanket and ripping it off you.

“Ellie!” you shouted, the cold air hitting your face immediately. “You’re such an asshole.” You sat up in bed and glared at her. She was already dressed for patrol with her hair in a low bun and her backpack on. She dressed in layers today, which made sense given how snowy and cold it had been lately. “Since when are you ready so early?”

“Ever since I learned my patrol partner doesn’t like to get up early. Someone’s gotta protect us from Maria’s wrath.”

“You’re right.” You rose from the bed quickly, rubbing your hands together for warmth. If there was one thing you feared more than Infected, it was probably Maria when she was angry—or maybe now it was facing your best friend. Regardless, you’d rather not get scolded again for delaying patrol rotations.

“That was quick,” you heard Ellie remark once you were in your bathroom. “Thought you’d be too tired from partying last night.” Her words made you freeze in front of your sink. Did she remember? Even if she did, you needed to stay committed to acting as if you didn’t.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather not be on Maria’s bad side today.” You ran the water from the faucet as you freshened up for the morning. “Also, I’m not hungover, so I’m good,” you said lightly. You may not have been hungover, but you wish you were instead of feeling nauseatingly anxious. You drunkenly kissed your best friend, and now you needed to pretend none of it ever happened. Why couldn’t I have been drunk enough to forget? you thought to yourself. Once you were done, you grabbed some fresh clothes from your closet before heading back to the bathroom to change. All the while Ellie just sat on your bed patiently and made small conversation with you. Still no other mentions of last night. After you finished getting dressed you hurriedly prepared your backpack for the day with all the supplies you’d need.

“Ready?” Ellie asked. She rose from your bed and walked over to your desk where you were preparing your things.

“Yeah,” you answered, even though it took a moment for the words to leave your mouth. It was hard to stay composed when Ellie was so close to you. Although you felt awkward, you were doing your best not to let that show, and you hoped Ellie wasn’t suspicious of you. “Alright, let’s go.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and exited your home with Ellie, locking the door behind you. The two of you gathered your horses, weapons, and ammo before logging that the two of you were leaving for patrol. As you left Jackson, you could see more and more snow covering the ground and trees everywhere. The once lively branches that swayed in the wind were now still and bare in the midst of winter. You and Ellie stayed close together on your horses as you kept keen eyes and ears out for anything amiss. The most important part of patrol was to clear any Infected and gather whatever supplies you found. You also hoped that the time outside could clear your head.

Despite the fact the sun was out, it did nothing to help the cold. While wandering through the empty streets, you and Ellie managed to find an old drugstore of sorts. You gathered lots of supplies, such as painkillers, unopened gauze, and bandages among other things. You felt pretty good about the haul, and Ellie found a good amount of supplies too. You glanced at her from the other side of the store. She was looking at some of the trinkets they sold, toying with a keychain in her hand.

“What you got there?” you asked. She glanced at the keychain, then you, before tucking it away.

“Just some keychain I found.” You figured she’d show it to you later, so you didn’t question her further. She did seem a little more quiet than usual today. It was unlike her to not be chatting you up, and she had been stuck in her head since patrol started. You wanted to ask her if she was okay, but you weren’t sure how. What if she was upset because of you? What if she remembered the kiss and wanted nothing to do with you? Then again, if you pretended to know nothing, could anything really go wrong? You wanted to check up on her, because after being friends with Ellie for so long you knew her too well. You knew something was bothering her and plaguing her mind because she always does this—she gets quiet and pulls away. You can’t help but think back to when you first met and how something about her just drew you in. Maybe it was her bright eyes, or her spunky attitude, or the way she carried herself. She was so strong and she held such determination for whatever she did. You admired those things about her, and soon that admiration grew into something much more. Every time you looked at her you felt your heart give way. If it could, your heart would grow legs and give itself to Ellie without a second thought.

The question is, would she accept it?

That was the only thing you were unsure of, but you were sure of your love for Ellie. Everything about her soothed you and pulled you in while also managing to ignite a burning passion within you. Your love for her was strong, and you wondered if such a flame could ever exist within her. Yet, as you thought about your hopes of a love with Ellie, that fire was quickly extinguished. You couldn’t forget the look of shock on her face after you kissed her. It seemed she didn’t feel the same way about you, and maybe now you’d have to mourn a love that could never be. After some time wandering around quietly, you finally decided to break the silence.

“Hey, you okay? You’re a little quiet today.” You looked up at her from the shelf you were skimming to find her gathering old rags and bottles.

“Yeah, I’m… alright, I guess. Maybe a little hungover.”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little down,” you said. You didn’t want to push her too much, but you still wanted to be there for her. What if it really was your fault she was upset?

“How much do you remember from last night?” she asked. The question threw you off, the fear running through your veins making you feel colder than the weather outside. Oh, God, she remembers, you thought.

“I remember going to the party, dancing with you, Dina, and Jesse, our card game, going home… That’s about it,” you answer. Ellie nodded her head. “Why? Is there something I’m supposed to remember?”

“No, not really. Was just wondering if you’re as hungover as me.”

“Oh,” you say. “No, not really.” You heard her hum in agreement. “Well, what’s been going on with you lately?”

“Nothing much, just girl problems,” she said simply.

“I see.” Girl problems. Hearing her utter the phrase brought a dull ache to your chest, but you knew it was best to play along like you knew nothing. “So, who’s the lucky girl?”

“I’d rather not say. Doesn’t seem like it’s going anywhere, anyway.” What does that even mean? you thought.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You zipped up your bag after organizing the supplies you gathered. “It’s her loss, then.”

“Think so?” Ellie asked, glancing up at you from her bag. You nodded.

“I know so.” You slipped your backpack on, Ellie doing the same shortly after. “Anyways, let’s brighten your mood. Get your mind off things.”

“How?” she asked grumpily.

“Um, hello? It’s winter and there’s snow outside. We should enjoy the nature.”

“You’re one of those people Joel would call a hippie.”

“A what?” you asked. You had maybe heard the word once or twice before, but that was only from the much older people in Jackson. People your age never used the word, much less knew it. You and Ellie exited the door and found your horses still waiting for you both outside. It was then that you noticed it had begun snowing again.

“A hippie. They, like, love nature and the outdoors and do crazy drugs and dress weird.”

“Oh, that’s kinda cool,” you say. Even though she rolled her eyes at you, Ellie quickly started smiling as she watched you hoist yourself on your horse. “Would you have been a hippie with me?”

“Why? So I’d do crazy drugs with you?” She climbed onto her horse's back and waited for you to take off so she could ride alongside you.

“Yeah, why else?” you joked. You heard Ellie let loose a small laugh. Good. You hoped she was lightening up a bit.

“And we could travel cross country. Joel says they listened to rock music and traveled together in vans and shit. Isn’t that weird?”

“That sounds like lots of fun.” You let out a small sigh. “Man, we live in the most fucked up reality.”

“Tell me about it.”

“See? Isn’t this fun? It’s so beautiful out today,” you said to her. You watched as Ellie’s eyes scanned her surroundings: the falling snow, the stillness around her.

“Hippie.”

“Whatever. You like it.”

“I do,” she said softly. You both glanced at each other, something hanging in the air between you two. The way she looked at you—there was something in it—and you felt your heart seize and pound against your chest. “Thanks for making me feel better. Your pick-me-up’s always work.”

“Anytime,” you replied. You stared into her eyes, a sort of softness appearing that hadn’t been there before. It mixed with the cold and snow perfectly, and you wondered if this is how winter felt before the whole world fell apart. She made you feel like you could forget about all the chaos inside you. In this moment you felt all the anxiety and worry about the night before falling away. None of it mattered. Not when you were here with her and she was looking into your eyes like this.

However, as much as you longed for it, that tranquility and beauty didn’t last long. In the distance you could hear the dreaded sounds of chirping and clicking. You and Ellie’s expressions changed immediately as you both drew your guns. You took the safety off yours and cocked it, scanning your surroundings. You saw nothing when you surveyed the area around you, until you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. The Stalker let out a large scream as it ran towards you from the left. You didn’t have time to think. You just pulled the trigger and watched as blood spilled from its fungal plates. The Stalker screeched loudly, but it had yet to fall. You shot it once more, and only then did it collapse.

The relief you felt was short lived because soon after you heard screaming and more clicking. Fuck, there’s more, you realized. As you squint your eyes, you could see at least half a dozen Infected running through the cloud of snow.

“Fuck, fuck, Ellie, we need to go!” You and Ellie fired off a few shots at the Infected before whipping the reins of your horses and taking off. The screams only grew louder as they chased after the two of you. The snow was starting to get heavier, and you cursed internally. You couldn’t believe your luck at being chased by Infected during a snowstorm. Neither you nor Ellie knew where to go, but you were hoping to keep going until you found some place to stay. You kept your horse in close range of Ellie’s, turning when she did and snaking past buildings and left behind debris. Eventually the sound of Infected was far behind you both, and you found an old abandoned house with the front door and windows boarded up. The snow was quite heavy by the time the two of you dismounted your horses and checked the area for any Infected. Once you both deemed the area clear, Ellie boosted you through an open window on the side of the house to open up the garage. The two of you would just have to standby and wait for the storm to die down.

+ + +

It had already been hours and the storm had yet to calm. The wind howled loudly, and you could almost hear the cold outside. You and Ellie surveyed every part of the house after you found it. There were no Infected, and it was clear no one had lived here for a long time, but whoever once did took good care of it. It was a small, one-story building with only one bedroom, an old home office, a bathroom, and a kitchen that was connected to the living den. Nothing fancy, but could you really be so choosy in such a world? The couch in the living room was all torn up with stains of who knows what all over the cushions. There were no family portraits, no decorations, nothing. It made you wonder who lived here before, what their life was like.

You and Ellie talked about nonsense back and forth while you sat together on the living room floor. There was a slight chill that still entered the home, but since you and Ellie were still layered up it wasn’t too bad. You may have felt extremely awkward and anxious earlier in the day, but Ellie was always able to put you at ease. As you and Ellie’s conversation continued, so did the howling of the wind outside. It seemed to get louder and louder with no end in sight.

“Shit. The storm doesn’t sound like it’s died down at all,” Ellie commented.

“Should we look out the window to check?” you asked.

“Yeah, let’s head to the garage real quick.” You and Ellie walked to the garage door and opened it up, the bone-penetrating cold immediately hitting you. You were glad you got blankets to cover the horses earlier to keep them warm for the time being. You reached the area beneath the window, waiting for Ellie to give you a boost. Once she did and you saw outside the window you gasped.

“Holy shit,” you said. “It’s still fucking snowing and the sun’s set already.”

“No way,” Ellie said. “Are we snowed in?”

“Pretty much.” You hopped off Ellie’s cupped hands, watching as she straightened her back and thought quietly for a moment.

“Looks like we’ll have to stay here tonight. It’s too dangerous to travel back at night,” Ellie advised.

“You’re right. Do you think they’ve sent anyone after us yet?”

“Knowing Maria, probably.” Ellie paced around for a little bit, then stopped to pet Shimmer’s hair. “We should probably figure out what we’re gonna do to pass the time.”

“How about you feed them and I find extra blankets for us?” you suggested. Ellie nodded, reaching for her backpack she left on the garage’s workbench in the corner. You gathered at least four different blankets and dragged them to the living den for you and Ellie to just pass the time. Knowing her, she wasn’t ready to go to bed yet—seeing as she was a huge night owl—and neither were you. A few minutes passed until she rejoined you, plopping down on the floor next to you.

“They’re all fed,” she announced. “If it gets any colder, should we let them stay in here while we sleep?”

“Yeah, I think that’d be best.”

“Okay. We’ll take care of that later.” Ellie grabbed one of the blankets nearest to her and wrapped herself in it before laying down and resting her head on your lap. “Any interesting things to share?” she asked. She looked so pretty from that angle, looking up at you through her eyelashes like that. If you could, you’d kiss her right now, over and over again, and you’d do it right this time.

“Well,” you said coyly. “You’ll never believe what Jesse told me last night.”

“What?” she asked, suddenly intrigued.

“The hot gossip is that he and Dina are dating.”

“No way!” She sat up suddenly, and a part of you wished you could ask her to lay back down again. If she’d let you, you would play with her hair. “How? Since when?”

“No idea. Maybe he has some secret, suave tips with the ladies we don’t know about. Should I ask him for advice?” you joked.

“Hell no,” Ellie said quickly. “I don’t know what’s worse: asking Jesse for dating advice or watching your friends date.” The two of you laughed together at that.

“I mean, Jesse’s a cute guy. I can’t exactly blame Dina.”

“Ew, [Y/N],” she said.

“What? I’m just being honest. I have eyes, don’t I?”

“Gross. I literally can’t see Jesse that way.”

“My apologies,” you said. You loved the smile that lit up Ellie’s face. You wish you could make her smile everyday. There’s a lot of things you wish for when it comes to her, like her love. “I noticed there’s only one bed. Are you okay with sharing tonight?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she responded.

“Fair enough.” You picked at the threads of your blanket. “Can I ask you something?” The question had been troubling you since this morning. You needed to know if she remembered—if she wanted you to remember—and you’d give her this last chance to come clean.

“Sure,” she said.

“Is there something from last night I forgot?”

“No, there wasn’t,” she said quickly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

“Oh, okay,” you said back. She seemed to remember the kiss, but maybe she just didn’t want you to remember. Maybe it’s because she didn’t want you and only whatever girl she was talking about this morning. She had Ellie’s heart, not you. You decided to take this as the answer you always wanted, only it was a no. It was painful, but if you could keep her friendship by pretending you knew nothing, then that’s what you’d do. You’d rather be Ellie’s friend than not have her at all.

“Don’t worry. You didn’t do anything stupid. I just asked to check on you.”

“Thanks, Els,” you said. You gave her your best smile, but on the inside you felt anything but happy. “I’m gonna head to bed.” Ellie didn’t dispute you. She just stayed silent as you grabbed your two blankets and headed to the bedroom. You shut the door behind you and pulled off your outdoor clothes until you were in your long sleeve and underwear since you’d rather not sleep in jeans. You flopped into the bed you fixed up earlier, pulling the blankets over your body. You had to replace the old blanket with another you had found, and although there were no pillows you’d make do. You laid in bed for a long time—you’re not sure how long—until you heard the door open slowly. You could hear Ellie’s footsteps and the sound of her blankets dragging on the floor. You didn’t move, instead continuing to stare at the ceiling without another word. You felt Ellie stack her two blankets on top of yours then slide into bed next to you. She was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, just like she always did.

“You awake?” she asked. You let out a small hum. “Tired?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Me too.” You felt Ellie shift in the bed, linking her hands together underneath her head. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m pretty warm.”

“Good. I can’t have you getting frostbite on me.”

“You also can’t have an icicle sleeping next to you,” you joked.

“Definitely not.” Feeling her so close to you tonight was painful. God, she was the only thing you ever wanted.

“Els?”

“Yeah?” she asked, craning her neck to look at you. She could still make your shape out in the dark, even if she couldn’t exactly see your features.

“I didn’t forget,” you breathed out. You were so scared to admit the truth, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You didn’t want to lose her, but never taking the chance to be honest was more painful. This was your last chance to come clean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she said immediately. She pulled you into a hug, and you didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse. “You were just drunk, okay? I know you meant nothing by it.”

“But that’s not true,” you explained. Your head rested against her chest, and you could hear her steady heartbeat. “It meant everything to me.”

“[Y/N], you better not be playing with me,” she whispered. You felt her arms loosen around you, almost as if she was preparing to pull away.

“I’d never do that to you.”

“Don’t lie to make me feel better,” she warned. She pulled away from you entirely, and you could already feel her warmth leaving you. She sat up in bed and swung her legs over the edge. Her back was to you now, and you couldn’t imagine anything more painful than that.

“Why would I lie about this?” you asked.

“Because why would you kiss me? You could have anyone in Jackson, so why me? You just got a little drunk and kissed me because I was right there, not because I’m actually the person you want. To you it meant nothing.”

“You’re everything to me, Ellie. You’re my everything, and you have no idea.” You sat up in bed now, the blankets sliding off your body as you did.

“If that’s true, why’d you act like you didn’t remember?” she asked.

“Because I remember the face you made when I did it. I thought maybe you didn’t feel the same after all, so I’d rather pretend to forget so I don’t have to lose you.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Her voice was lower than usual, almost like she wanted to whisper. “I thought you just did it because you were drunk. I was shocked because I never expected you to, and if you really forgot I wasn’t going to embarrass you and make you remember.”

“So what are you saying, Ellie?” you asked.

“That you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” she said earnestly. She finally turned her head to look in your direction.

“And I’ve always wanted you. Always.” She reached out to you again and pulled you closer to her until you were laying on her body. Her arms snaked around you, her hands rubbing your sides and your back. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and you could feel her breath against your skin. You’ve had sleepovers with her before, slept next to her countless of times, but never like this. This was new, and it was exciting.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, finally breaking the silence.

“Go ahead.”

“Let me kiss you again, and let me do it right,” you requested.

It took Ellie a moment, but you felt her cup your cheek with her hand, rubbing a thumb across your skin. She was so gentle, so kind. Everyday you only fell for her more and more. You heard the cloth of her shirt rub against the blankets as she leaned in, her head tilting as her lips slowly made contact with yours. You knew it technically wasn’t your first kiss with her, but it sure felt like it. She kissed you softly and slowly, like she had all the time in the world, because in a way she did. It was as if time had frozen with the snowstorm, and she’d have you all to herself for the rest of the time spent in this house. You had dreamed about kissing her so many times, but none of it compared to the way her lips actually felt against yours. You felt her other hand come up to grab your face, but nothing about her movements were harsh—they never were. God, if there was one word to describe Eillie it would be “gentle.” Her hands were so warm against your skin, and you never wanted any of it to end.

Begrudgingly, Ellie pulled away, but she still held your face in her hands. She wished it wasn’t so dark so she could admire you like she always had, but she’d still treasure and cherish this moment with you.

“I’ve always loved you,” she said.

“I’ve always loved you, too,” you replied. You felt like someone had placed heaven in the palm of your hands, because that’s what being at Ellie Williams’ side felt like. “It seems like both of us have been pining for each other this whole time,” you observed.

“It sure does,” she replied. “It’s kind of gay.”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m kicking you out of this room,” you said, but you couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from your lips.

“I’m sorry, I take it back,” she said, but not before pulling you into another kiss.

#tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader

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Lastochka AU - Strange confession

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Some sickness, some realisation, some confession. some sadness.

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. swearing. Slight angst.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues. Thank you @nrdmssgs for the tips and knowledges of traditional Russian cold and flu remedies (some are very similar to my culture!)

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Liar. He is a big, fat, liar. Fucken a few weeks. My ass.

It’s been over three months. And you haven’t heard anything from him. Not a call, nor text. Zero. None.Zilch. Nul. Neoni.

You curl up in your bed, currently on the third day of running on extreme high fever that just doesn’t seem to drop no matter what you do.

The loneliness hits you all of sudden.

When is he coming home?

Home? Is this even his home?

Does he even want to come back to you?

You feel so lonely without him by your side.

You miss him. You miss his cuddle

You miss him fussing after you. You miss his low murmurs.

“That’s it, Lastochka. Be a good girl for me.”

“Look at you Lastochka, so adorable.”

“Anything for you, My beautiful Lastochka.”

You miss him. You love him.

YOU LOVE HIM?

Shit.

A familiar large warm hand rested on your forehead.

“Lastochka? Блять, you are running a fever.” The owner of the hand swore as they proceeded to touch your cheek and your neck. You struggled for a second but managed to peel your eyelids open.

There’s your husband, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing you with concern.

“Nik.” you replied as your voice cracked, croak and hoarse from days of coughing. “When did you get back? I thought..”

“Thought what?”

I thought you don’t want me anymore.

Shaking your head to dispel the negative feverish thought, only to realise its big mistake seconds after, as the room starts spinning around and triggering headache. You turned to bury your face into the pillow, whimpering.

“Have you taken anything?”

“No. Ran out of pain relief a few days ago.” you shook your head again, lightly this time.

“No one came and checked you?” Nikolai frowned, seemingly irritated that no one has told him about your sickness nor anyone has bothered to come and look after you.

“Few people offered. But I don’t want to pass my flu onto them. It’s already bad enough we are short staffed at work. ” you whispered, ready to receive a lecture from him.

Nikolai sighed. As someone that has experienced your stubbornness, he should know it takes a lot for you to ask for help. Soap often complains about how he has to drag you half of the time, kicking and screaming, when he finds out if you've been hiding things from him.

With that thought, he stood up from the bed, ready to walk out of the bedroom.

Your arm shot out from under the blanket, grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” you look at him, teary eyes filled with fear and lips trembling. Why are you so afraid of him leaving you again all of sudden? Damn hazy sickness brain, making you so weak. So emotional. So vulnerable.

“Kitchen. Lie back down little bird. Don’t move.” he reassures as he gently pushes you back down into bed, “Going to make you something to ease that cough and blocked nose of yours. By the way,have we got any potatoes?”

Potatoes? Is he going to make you food?

“I used the last bit of it a week ago.. I don’t have any appetite to eat anyway. Don’t make any food.” You said to him, while grabbing a piece of tissue and blowing your nose.

“Humm.. have to use onion instead then.” Nikolai mumbled as he walked out of the room.

Now you are a bit weary of what he is planning to do. You want to ask more, but your sluggish mind and body forces you to retreat back under the cover, to continue wallowing in self-pity and sickness.

You open your eyes again when you feel the slight dip of the bed. Nikolai slides the serving tray down on the bedside table before gently pulling you up into his chest. Closing your eyes as you melt into his chest, relaxed. Being in his embrace seems to cure half of your sickness. For the first time in days you feel so safe and content just lying against him.

You whined as he set you back into the bed, with piles of cushion and pillow he placed behind your back to lean into. Reaching over towards the tray, he grabbed a hot steaming mug of tea and carefully placed it in your hand. He then picks up a mandarin and proceeds to peel it.

Strong aroma of lemon and honey and unidentified sweetness hits your nostril as you lift the mug closer to your face. The hot steam immediately clears a bit of your blocked nostrils, making it dribble.

Nikolai picks up a piece of tissue and dabs your running nose with a chuckle as you try to sniff it back up, and tilting his head up silently encourages you to take a sip of the drink.

You timidly took a tiny sip, being careful not to burn yourself. You feel the hot lemon drink trickling down your throat, soothing the lumpiness and soreness you haven’t been able to get rid of for days.

What is that familiar sweetness? It’s not just honey… it's more.. Fruity?

“It’s raspberry jam.” Nikolai answered the question, as if reading your thoughts. He proceeds to explain as he feeds a wedge of mandarin into your mouth.“My mother used to put honey and raspberry jam into hot lemon water to settle the high fever when we were young.It’s a poor man’s way of curing diseases. But it works wonders. I used to look forward to the drink every time I got sick.” The nostalgic tone of voice tinged with sadness, making your heart ache, listening to him mentioning for the first time ever about his own personal life.

You knew nothing about this man. Apart from what your brother and the team told you. Leader of PMC, shady arms dealer seems to be able to get his hands on anything you ask for. Not even Price could tell you more than what you know. Or they don’t want you to know the truth.

You hate that.

He’s your husband. You want to know more about him. Get closer to his heart. You have the right to know. But, alas. He’s not your real husband. You can’t demand things and secrets out of him.

“Is your nose still blocked?” He asked suddenly, changing the topic. You tried to take a deep breath in through your nose, testing it out. You gasped for air through your mouth instead.

“Yep. still blocked.” you rolled your eyes as you answered in a nasally voice. “The steam only relieved it for a little bit.. Ugh.” you turned around to grab another tissue, ready to blow your nose, he held out his hand to stop you.

“Wait, try this first.” Nikolai turned to grab a bowl of murky white substance, you instinctively cover your nose and mouth as the strong stinging smell hits your nostril.

“ What the hell is that? Better not be your…”

“Onion juice.”

“ONION JUICE? Am I supposed to drink that or…” you eye the pipette in his other hand suspiciously.

“Oh No, I drip it into your nose, it will clear your nose instantly.”

“Thank you. But no, thanks. I’ll just keep blowing my nose and clear it up… the old fashion way.” you politely declined, edging away from him towards the other side of the bed.

“Try it! It works wonders on me everytime.Trust me, you will feel better in no time.” putting the pipette into the bowl, he drew up a bit of liquid before towering you.

Feeling your hand on the edge of the bed, you had nowhere else to go, you warned him, “I swear to you Nikolai.. If you put that into my nose.. I’ll pour that thing onto your dick…”

He ignores your threat, and traps you under him. His knees wedge your legs apart, his large hand grasps both of your hands and pushes it over your head, while the other one aims right for one of your nostrils.

In the normal circumstances you will be really aroused in this very compromised position, but with your nose and sinus at stake? There is nothing sexy about this at all.

With a fast precision, he quickly drips the juice into both of your nostrils before you start thrashing about. You instantly feel the burn of the mucous membrane and the whole of your sinus cavities as well.

“... IS this how you torture your enemies for information?!!!” you cried out as you rolled around in pain, tears running down your face from the sting and the strong smell of the onion. You thought cutting up onion to induce tears was bad enough, this was a hundred times worse than what you experienced.

“Oh no. I use more harsh substances on them. This is very mild compared to that.” Nikolai commented casually, seemingly happy with the effect onion juice has on you.

“.. I don’t want to know. Oh gosh, look at all this stuff flowing out..” you sat up, scrambling to the other side to grab more tissues to blow your nose, and realising your nose has somehow cleared up more than before. You look at him with astonishment.

“I told you it will work. Downside to it you will have a dripping nose for the next hour or so.” Nikolai replied with a smirk on his face. “Best way to deal with it is to stand in the shower with the steam from hot water.”

With the mention of that, you don’t even remember when was the last time you took a shower. Probably three days ago? You hardly had energy to get out of bed to use the toilet, let alone to stand for a period of time under the shower. Slowly you shuffle towards the edge of bed, nearly toppled over as you try to stand with your shaky legs. He grabbed you by your shoulder, steadying you before letting go.

“I must smell.” you pouted as you sniff your own armpit.

“Nonsense. You always smell nice.” he smiled as he started stripping himself and proceeded to help you with undressing. He always knows when to say the right thing to make you feel better.

“Even if you fall into a pile of manure, you will still smell like roses to me.”

Most times.

“Nikolai.” you perked up as you leaned against his broad chest for support with hot water splashing down on top of the two of you, as much as you don’t want to admit, the onion juice and the steam is working wonders. “Why are you so good to me?”

Nikolai shifted his focus to the side for a few seconds, one hand running down the small of your back as he hummed lightly before turning his attention back towards you, water dripping off his hair down his face.

“Because I love you, my sweet little bird.” he replied in a low voice, barely loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart twisted at his confession. You have your suspicion that his feelings were quite genuine from all the affection and attention he had been showering you with for the past year. He doesn’t have to do any of this to you. He could have just signed the marriage certificate and let you be, have minimal contact with you.

But instead, he visits you with every chance he gets. Finding all the excuses in the world to take you out. To be close to you. To spend time with you.

And in time, you realise, you have fallen in love with this strange, mysterious yet charismatic man.

You open your mouth to reply, letting him know you return his feelings. But his large gentle hand covers your mouth, shushing you.

“You don’t have to say it if you really don’t mean a word of it, Lastochka.I am just happy you let me stick by your side.”

But you want to tell him how you really feel. To put his heart at ease. What’s stopping you? Would he believe you if you tell him now? Would it sound totally insincere? As those questions run through your mind, he leaned forward and turned the shower off, grabbing the towel from the hanger before wrapping you up nicely,to get you ready for bed.

He slides in behind you after settling you under the cover,caressing your hair. You feel the gentle vibration of his chest as he softly hums a tune of lullaby. You sniffed as your eyes started to flutter to a close, days of fatigue from poor sleep finally claiming you.

Soon. You will let him know. You promised yourself.

Someday.

“I never took you to be the marriage type, Nik.” Price commented as he sat down with two glasses of whisky, trying to probe his friend for more information.

Nikolai smiles, not taking the bait as he takes a sip of the drink Price brought him.

He didn’t think he would have gotten married either. He was ready to face the fact he would die on the battlefield, in some enemy territory. As a soldier.

But he found you. His beautiful bird. The bright sunshine.

His true love.

Even though the love of his life doesn’t love him.

It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. You don’t belong in his world.

It’s a sin to taint someone who is so pure and bright. With his bloodied hand.

He was happy enough to keep this relationship somehow… platonic. Purely physical.

But with each interaction, he couldn’t help but get drawn into you like a moth to the flame.

The back and forth bantering, the jabs, your ferociousness. Never give up attitude to life.

Makes him feel alive.

Gives him something to look forward to after missions.

To return home to you.

Nikolai raises his glass at you as he sees you high fived Soap after getting a bullseye at the dart game. You duck your head down for a second before looking back up, smiling shyly at him.

“I don’t know what is up with the two of you, but I can clearly see she is quite smitten with you.” Price said as he tilted his tumbler, sloshing his drink as the ice clinked against the glass. “Heed this warning. Treat her right. Last thing you want is the four of you coming after you for breaking her heart.”

He will never break your heart.

Because you are his Lastochka. His precious little bird. He will forever wrap you up in his arms. He will be the shield you away from the darkness. The evil of the world.

Protect you with his life.

Even if you don’t love him.

But….

If he has to set you free? He will.

Even if it breaks his own heart.

“You still need to sweat that fever out of you… let me get some vodka…” “NO.”

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midnightblues444 · 1 year

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Roommate Draken x fem reader

Part one | two | three

Summary: Draken cares about your friendship but is starting to feel the pressure to confess

Telling you was surprisingly the easiest part. You took it well enough, heading straight to Hanmas place to confront him, Draken assumes it went well because you came home single, and fuming.

The week after though, was hard to watch. You were sad, he could tell. Dismissing any mention of Hanma . And although Drakens not a big emotions guy, he wanted to do something to help you feel better that wasn't too obvious so he suggested a movie night.

Movie night: a sacred event in your household. It started in the early stages of you two living together and from then on became a thing you did when you really just wanted to hang out, and in this case to cheer you up.

Movie night is held in your room, on Drakens computer. You tried to have it in the lounge but for some really strange reason the lounge is freezing at night. Blankets arent enough to fight the cold night air coming through those big ass windows, so your room it is.

Draken brings his own pillows to add to the stack and you bring snacks. You seem content, the first movie starts, it's your choice, a real cheesy romance.

You boo when the couple kisses, and when they have romantic moments , by the end you're shoving your face into a nearby pillow.

"I dont get why your pissed, you picked the movie" Draken yanks the pillow from your face with a laugh

"I picked it to hate it" you sigh, "to represent my relationship with love"

"Loves not all bad, just give yourself time you'll find someone good" he says,

You loudly groan and dramatically shove your face into his chest, getting comfortable.

"Easy for you to say, you're the kind of guy women fall in love with, but me...I have these prolonged flings with people who barely know me"

"Hey, cmon i know if you let them know you, they'd fall for you, no doubt" he gives you a look, and a pat on the head

The second movie starts, its Drakens choice, a really long actiony movie, you barely made it to the end.

"Ken ken, you're the best, you know that?" You sleepily mumbled into his chest, he hopes you dont notice how his heart beats faster at the comment, so he hums nervously.

He later realises, you're asleep. Glad you cant see him blushing. He slowly switches off the movie, moving the computer, then he tries to leave without waking you.

He tries to slip away, but you hold him tightly.

"Noo stayy" you yawn, with your last bit of conciousness.

He does as hes told and stays with you, that night. Wrapped up in his arms

When he retells the story to his friends, he doesn't understand why they look at him questionably.

"So you actually think (names) not into you? And I thought I was dumb" Baji laughs, Draken says the whole we're just comfortable to do that stuff speech he always gives when you guys cross a line.

"falling asleep on your chest dude and you actually think its platonic" Mitsuya adds shaking his head with a grin.

"I think you should confess and find out, kenchin" Mikey suggests, "look, we're all going clubbing next weekend so bring (name) with and shoot your damn shot before the next guy swoops in once again"

Draken remembers the feeling of seeing you with another guy. The way his heart sank when he'd hear your moans from the room next door, and how shit it feels when the person you were with didn't treat you well.

Maybe he should shoot his shot?

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Make-outs || Tom Holland

Pairing: Teenage! Tom x reader

Warning: Make-outs

Summary: You and Tom thought you was home alone, until you was caught making out in his room by his parents

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” My boyfriend, Tom, told me once again.

I was at his house, his parents nor siblings were not home. They didn’t know about me and Tom. To them we are just ‘Friends’, we just liked to keep it that way. We’re only sixteen and if we told them both our parents might go mad at us. They probably won’t ever let us have sleep overs anymore or even do day to day things together.

“Stoppp” I blush, hands coming up to cover my face. Tom always has had that affect on me, I mean we have been friends since we were six, but even before we were dating he used to make me blush.

“Don’t cover your cute face” He told me, removing my hands from my face. We were laying on his already made bed in his room, the door closed, facing each other. “You hungry?” He asked knowing you both hadn’t had any diner yet.

“Yeah a little, you?” You reply running your hand through his curls.

“Wanna order some food? It’s 8:42p.m and I don’t think my parents will be back” He smiled opening the delivery app on his phone. “Yes! wait tell me why again you didn’t go see your aunt too?” You question. His parents and all his brothers had gone to see his aunt who lived a bit far away, but he hadn’t gone.

“Told them I was going out for a little while. I’m not gonna miss a chance where me and my girl get the house to our selfs” He winks not bothering to ask what I would want as he knew what to order anyways.

“Aww you shouldn’t have, Tommy” You smile at your cute boyfriend.

“Love, I wanted to have the day to ourselves, the whole day it was just me and you. I love you” He pecked your lips.

“I love you too, and it was an amazing day”

We ate our food about an hour ago, we’re now laying on his bed cuddling under a throw over blanket he had. It wasn’t too cold tonight so we decided not to get under the covers yet. My leg was wrapped around Toms body, his hand resting on my leg. He was stroking my bare skin softly, getting higher each time.

Today I decided to wear a small, cute tight black skirt. It was just a cute basic outfit, well that’s what I thought. But for Tom he felt turned on by my little skirt. I wasn’t wearing any tights or anything under and as my legs being wrapped in his made it ride up a little, showing a little bit of my ass.

Eventually I realised his hand being under my skirt, I look up at him to see him innocently looking at the tv. I smirk as Tom caresses my ass, his hand giving it a little squeeze. That’s when I had enough, I sit up looking at him in the eyes.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He tried so hard not to smirk. I didn’t answer, instead I peeled the small blanket off myself and him moving it on the bed somewhere. I move so both my legs are each sides of his hips, straddling him. We were now in the middle of his bed, me on top of his lap.

He smirked bringing his hands to rest on my hips, I could feel his bulge in his joggers. “Kiss me then” Is all I have to say for him to smash our lips together. It was slow at first, lips moved in sync as tongues teased. The kiss got heated pretty quickly and without realising I started to grind slowly into his clothed erection.

“ahh. Don’t tease me baby” He pulled away with a little moan as he started to attack my neck hungrily.

“Tommy” I moan as he sucked on my skin leaving purple marks. He then pulled me back into his lips, his hands lifting my skirt up a little as he squeezed it again. His fingers touching my black laced thong. Tom waisted no time to slide his tongue into my mouth making the kiss more hard and rough then slow.

He then flipped us over him now hovering above me. My legs were now loosely wrapped around his waist as my arms went to the back of his neck. He slowly started to grind down into me, my skirt being lifted all the way up so you could fully see my thong. He groaned at the friction of our clothed areas.

I kissed him again taking off his shirt and grinding up which made me moan. “Fuck, baby. I need more” I tell him and he stops his actions.

“You sure?” He asks wanting my consent, I nod to him. “Words, princess” He smirked as I grinned saying ‘Yes’. However as soon as our lips met again for another deep kiss, Toms bedroom door opened. We didn’t hear the knock, the tv was playing in the background and we didn’t care about nothing else.

Nikki, his mother, and his father, Dom, entered the room. There eyes grew wide as they saw the two of our grinding into each other, panting whilst deeply kissing one another. This was so unexpected by them as the relationship was unknown.

“What the fuck!” Nikki raised her voice, our actions stopping as both our heads turn to see his parents with wide eyes. Panic rose in us, I quickly pulled my skirt down hiding my underwear from his parents. Tom jumped off me, grabbing his shirt that was on the floor.

“I-erm it’s not what it looks like!” Tom said as his brothers came into the room.

“Oh shit, did you finally get caught” Harry laughed pointing at us, our cheeks growing red.

“Right, out, out. You got this?” Dom pushed Harry and the other two out the room as Nikki nodded her head. I sat up a little more as Nikki looked at us both.

She sighs before speaking, “So your both dating?” She asked.

“Yes”

“How long?”

“6 months” Tom answers.

“Well I’m not mad your dating, your just both so young. And like I understand you have these feelings that are sexual for one another but your only sixteen.” She says. “Thomas I don’t want you to make her pregnant” She blurts out.

“W-we use protection” Tom tells her.

“Okay, that’s fine I guess. Just please next time lock the door and be carful. I love y/n like a daughter i’ve never had so don’t rush it” She smiles.

Wow, didn’t expect that.

“Thank you Nikki” I smile at her as she walks out.

“Phew. Okay. She took that surprisingly well” Tom breathed out sitting next to you.

“I know, that was scary” I laugh.

“Now where was we” Tom smirked leaning into me.

“Oh I forgot door stays open” Nikki walks back in opening the door.

“Fuck sakes” Tom mutters making me giggle.

This is so bad.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 11 months

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WC ::: 5,200

A/N ::: I have it bad for Bakugo right now. I pretty much worked on this all damn day. Which will explain any errors you may find. I read and reread on Google Docs but it's almost 11pm and my tired eyes can take no more. It if's horrific, please tell me so I can fix it. I hate a misspelled word. Grammatical is fine. Love grammatical errors. I do them on purpose. Now I'm rambling and need to go to bed. Enjoy! Thank you for having Baku-Flu with me.

C/W ::: Too tired to elaborate. I'll fix it tomorrow. But MINORS, LOOK DOWN AND WALK AWAY. DOWN ... AWAY. Aged up Bakugo, Sorta slow burn, playful banter, alcohol use (not much), oral {M->F}, sex, quippy conversation. The End. Like I said, I'll fix this tomorrow, objectifying Bakugo? Admiring his ass. Idk. Leave me alone.

Hard to Get

It wasn't long after you turned on the tv that your mind started to wander. You were thinking about your best friend's birthday party you just got home from. You were thinking about Bakugo who was there, looking so delicious.

His neck muscles turned and twitched whenever he moved his head or swallowed something. His lips curled into a sick and tight smirk whenever he looked at you. Your stomach would drop to your pussy and it made you feel sick in the best way.

The show you were watching was of little interest. Your hands had been resting on your spread legs as you lay on the couch, rubbing your inner thighs in slow, soft circles. Unaware of just how much you were turning yourself on while mindlessly daydreaming of him. Of Bakugo, being the one who's resting between your knees, touching you so sweetly. Wishing he was the one edging you closer and closer to your release.

The clock on your mantel chimed, signaling the end of this day and the start of a new one. You had no reason to stay up so you decided to call it and go to bed. You brush your teeth. Wash your face (with cold water - one last attempt at cooling yourself off) and climb into bed.

It was an hour before you even felt tired and it pissed you off that you laid there tossing and turning for so long. Still horny. Still too stubborn to give in and bring yourself some relief. You didn't want to touch yourself. You wanted Bakugo to do it. And since he wasn't here, you were going to throw a little hissy fit that only you would know about. Whatever.

You were just nodding off in your soft blankets and warm bed when your phone lit up and a pretty little chime resonated through your dark room.

"Hey." Is all it said. You didn't recognize the number, not even a little bit. So you texted back that they have the wrong number. No one you know generally texts this late at night anyway. Putting the phone down on your nightstand you rolled over and squished yourself back down into the mattress.

"No, I don't have the wrong number. I got this from {friend's name}, y/n =)."

"Ok, so all that tells me is you're a creepy asshole who harassed my best friend and got my cell number from them. Lose it. Permanently."

"Tsktsktsk. That's no way to talk to the guy who you were making fuck me eyes at over the birthday cake. Now is it, sweetheart?"

You laughed, "{Males name}, I'm so relieved to hear from you! I thought since you were there with your wife and kids you wouldn't notice me making fuck me eyes at you. When can I see you again? WITHOUT the fam, ok? They were a real drag."

"The FUCK! You calling me a creepy asshole is real rich. It's Bakugo, dumbass."

"Who?" This was too fun.

"Oh my God, you're so annoying, y/n. Bye. YOU lose MY number PERMANENTLY!"

"Bakugo, waitttt wait wait! I'm fucking with you lol! Jesus. You're so serious all the time! What're you doing up so late? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I don't have a bedtime, little girl. I make my own rules, baby."

"Who you calling a little girl? I'll have you know I no longer piss the bed. Well, unintentionally, anyway."

"YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!"

"You love it. There's no shame when it comes to sex. The dirtier the better, I say."

"..."

"Pussy got your tongue?"

"What?"

You huffed, "Pussy (Cat) got your tongue?"

"..."

Minutes passed before he said anything so you texted him again. "You typing with one hand? You know, some phones have a one-handed setting. It might be helpful for when you're ... well, using one hand for typing and one hand for something else. Just FYI. Anyway, if you're done, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I have stuff I gotta do tomorrow."

"..."

And that was the end of that conversation with Bakugo.

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You woke up just the way you went to sleep: Horny. But you overslept and had some things to take care of before you could even think about doing that. Your shower was quick and way less hot than usual. The clothes you put on were loose-fitting and casual. This is what Saturday's were made for. Being comfortable, getting shit done and then spending the day lounging around.

There was one parking spot left at the post office and you were about to take it when some fucker on a motorcycle swooped in and stole it right out from underneath your tires.

"What the fuck, asshole!" You got out of your car and yelled at the person with the black, stickered helmet sitting on their shoulders. "I was going to park there, kindly move your fucking bike? Jesus."

The person came over to you and stood unnervingly close. So close to you that you had to back up against your car. "Um, personal space, dick." You pushed them away, your fingers dug into their hard chest muscles. You had to admit, with how much you've wanted to fuck lately, they felt so good. But that didn't change the fact they were a total piece of shit for taking this so far.

"You don't recognize me, little girl?"

"Little girl??" Where have you heard that recently. You narrowed your eyes and said, "{Males name}? Is that you hiding your asshole face behind the helmet?"

The man laughed and pulled his helmet off. "Yeah, yeah. It's me, {Males name}. You're a fucking idiot." He chuckled again and leaned in to hug you.

"Heyyy, Bakugo." You said in a quiet little voice. You wrapped your arms around his neck and backed yourself up the rest of the way against your car, pulling him with you. "You ..." you exhaled in his ear, "are so ..." pushing your tits into his pecs, "fucking ... mmmuch of an asshole." Pushing him away you pointed at the spot he took before you even had a chance to turn your blinker on. "I - why do you even need a whole spot? You can just leave that dumb thing on the sidewalk!"

"DON'T!" He grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing them together, causing your lips to squish out. His sudden movement and his hands so rough on you made you weak in the knees. "Don't talk about her like that. Ok?" He looked at his motorcycle and back at you.

You put your hands up, surrendering yourself to his tantrum. "S-sorry. Shit, sorry, ok?" He let go of your face and took a couple of steps back. "What did you need to do here? I can do it for you." He offered.

"I just have to ship this package and drop this in the outbox. I think I can handle it." You started to get back into your car.

"I'm sorry. Fuck. I didn't mean to ---" you shook your head at him, silently asking him to not bother with the apology.

"I get it. And you know what? Here." You tossed the small package to him and dug a $10 out of your pocket and gave that to him as well. "Thanks, parking spot stealer. Catch ya on the flipside."

He moved out of the way as you drove off without so much as a smile, a wave or even a resentful glare.

But he waved at you.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the coffee shop with your friend's boyfriend. You walked in and saw him with his stupid pointy blond hair and that stupid grimace on his stupid ... hot face.

You pretended to not see him even though you noticed him as soon as you walked up to the large window front.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a new patron. For some reason, all eyes went to you. Like you were the millionth customer or something.

Still, you kept your eyes on the floor and made your way straight to the order counter.

The cashier took your order and you were about to hand them the $9 for your fancy coffee when Bakugo swooped in and pushed your hand down so he could pay for you.

"Hey, y/n. Uh, lemme get this for ya? Let me make it up for the other day, yeah?" He tried to smile but it didn't really come across as much of a smile. More like a dominant show of teeth.

"Oh, you're ... you're here, too. I can pay for this, thanks tho---" You did your best to convince him to fuck off. But he wouldn't have any of it.

"Goddamn it, don't be an asshole. Let me buy you a coffee. C-consider this will be like a first step in our dating life, hm?" Fuck, he was hot. And he had at least one friend. Even if that friend was your best friend's boyfriend.

"Jesus, Bakugo. Fine! Fine. Pay for the damn coffee. Thanks. Thank you. Ok? You happy? I owe you now." You stepped back so he could pay. He put his hand on the curve of your waist as he moved passed you. It was fairly obvious what kind of effect it had on you. Your face turned a sweet shade of pink, your eyes blew out until they were almost all pupils. You just hoped he wouldn't see.

"You ok, y/n? You look like you're going to barf." He said.

"I'm not going to barf, you idiot. I just," you looked down the front of his body and left your eyes on his inseam.

"Y/n? you just ...?" He lifted your chin with his index finger, bent down a little and tilted his head to look into your eyes before your face was completely up.

"Huh? Wha-? Oh! I just need coffee. Just ... coffee. Can I get that to go, please? I gotta, I gotta go." You grabbed the coffee and stormed out.

"Hey! Y/n, whe- wait!" Bakugo called after you but you didn't stop. "The fuck. The actual fuck." He said to his friend.

They shrugged. "I've always thought she was a little odd." He laughed.

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You called up your friend who gave him your cell number. Immediately going into your yelled speech as soon as they answered their phone.

"WHAT is wrong with you? You know, since you gave that dumbass my phone number he's been texting me and turning up everywhere I go! Did you give him my calendar too? 'Cuz I swear to fucking god, he was at the post office the other day. He stole my fucking parking spot. And then he was at the coffee shop just now. I swear to god he's everywhere now, {best friend's name}!! What have you done?"

"Who is this?" She laughed.

"Fuck, really?!" You yelled at her again. "I'm serious. He's everywhere. He's ... he's ..." You couldn't finish your thought.

"Hot as shit? You want his cock? You want his lips all over your body? You want his babiessss!? Oh my god! You want his babies!" She was in hysterics at the thought.

"You're the devil. You're really ... straight from hell. And I love you. But he's popping up in the places I frequent that I've never seen him at before."

There was silence on her end, until you heard voices in the background.

"Is {boyfriend's name} home?" You waited for her to answer you, hearing a third voice in the room. "Is Bakugo there? Jesus Christ. He's stealing you from me. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." Enough was enough. Though you didn't know how friendly he had been with them in the past, you do know that Bakugo was becoming more and more a part of your life and the lives of your close friends.

Your cell rang. It was a number that you hadn't saved, but you suspected it was your new stalker.

"Hello, Bakugo?"

"Hi, pissy pants. Come over." You didn't love the nickname.

"Come over where? And no. I don't want to." You couldn't help but smile. You were really enjoying the attention he was giving you. Despite your best efforts to hate him, he was wearing you down.

"Come to your girlfriend's house. We're having an impromptu game night. Bring some shit to drink. See you in 30. And don't shower. You smell great as it is. See ya, sweetheart." And he hung up. Not even giving you a change to protest his garbage invitation to someone else's house.

"Don't shower? That's ... huh." You grabbed your keys and wallet and drove to the store to buy some shit to drink, as per his instruction.

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You parked in your friend's driveway, essentially blocking Bakugo's motorcycle in between your car and their garage. You laughed at how pissed it would probably make him. A silent victory.

A petty victory.

Walking in the front door, you saw Bakugo sitting on the couch. His legs spread, hands resting on his thighs. Just daring you to look at him. Anywhere.

"What's going on tonight?" You asked. "Asshat over here called me and told me to bring shit to drink and that it was an impromptu game night? Well, I'm here and I have the shit." Raising the bottles in your hand you showed them off to the 3 other people there.

They all cheered and came to you. Your friend and her boyfriend took the bottles and Bakugo gave you a hug. A lingering hug.

"Hi, pissy pants," he smiled devilishly at you and pressed his hips into yours and his nose into your neck.

It sends a pulse throughout your whole body. You slipped and your breath got caught in your throat. You hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Excited to see me, too? Good. I can't stop thinking about you." He said against your ear.

"I, uh ... yeah. What's up?" You patted him on the back and pushed him away, taking a deep breath when you were finally free of his grasp. "Who's ready for game night? Let's go!"

The next hour or so went by in a haze. The group of you laughing and drinking and playing some board game that was on the coffee table. You won a lot. Bakugo kept losing and it made you smile. He was a terrible loser to his core. There was no in between. At one point, he almost flipped the coffee table over.

You were starting to get drunk. You knew it because that display of raw agitation at something so stupid made your stomach knot up. His shit coping was turning you on.

"I'll be right back." You stood and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. You walked in and turned the light on and shut the door behind you. You tried to shut it behind you but there was a foot in the way. "Jesus. Bakugo, what the fuck." You laughed.

He pushed his way in and locked the door behind him. "We're … talking."

"Now?" You asked. "I was just about to pee. You can wait." You started to walk back toward the door but he grabbed your waist and pushed you back against the sink.

"We're talking, y/n. So fucking listen."

"Ok, I'm listening. What do you want to talk about?" You smiled up at him, your lips slightly parted and your eyes set on his.

"You." He said. "You're driving me fucking insane, ya fuckin' brat. You're always walking around with those pretty tits and that fat ass, making me lose my goddamn mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your pussy ... Fuck. I wanna taste you." His hands were all over you. Raking up and down your back, over your ass and thighs.

"Mmm, you think I have a fat ass?" You whispered. He nodded. "You're so silly, Bakugo. You think you can just say those things to me and I'll let you have me? You really think that?"

He nodded again. "I'm going to have you. And you're … gonna let me. That's how this is gonna go."

"Is it?" You laughed. "What if I say no?"

"Then I'm going to fuck you anyway. You want me to. I know it. I like games too, sometimes. I can play any ... little thing … you want. But, I'm just going to take what I want, y/n. And you're going to be begging me to keep going." He grabbed your tits and squeezed them until you moaned.

"I bet you'd love that." You exhaled.

"Fuck, I bet you would too." He pulled you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could feel your body getting hot. Your reaction to him was just about the most primal thing you'd ever experienced. You two were drawn to each other like magnets.

"Mmm ... mm-mm." You pushed him back and put your fingers to your lips. "What are we doing, Bakugo? This ... I don't know what you think this is ... but ... I just." You shook your head. "I need to pee. So ... shoo! Go on."

"You're so full of shit. Just admit you want me as much as I want you." He licked his lips and turned around, unlocking the door and walking out. "See you in a minute." He winked at you.

You locked the door behind him and went to the toilet. You looked at yourself in the mirror. "This can't be real. This can't be fucking real." You sat down and tried to compose yourself.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the grocery store. You were getting some groceries for the week when you heard someone behind you clearing their throat.

It was him.

"Hi, pissy pants. Fancy seeing you here, of all places."

"Ohh-kayy. You don't even fucking live in this neighborhood! What the hell are you doing over here? Seriously, Bakugo." You looked around to make sure there were people who could hear you. "I don't love you! You need to stop following me, I WILL call the police, you freak!" You couldn't stay composed any longer and started to laugh.

"Oh, ha-ha. God you're an asshole." He eventually laughed, too. "Seriously, though. You won't text me back. Why?"

You shrugged, "I dunno. You're weird."

"What do you mean by that, y/n?"

"You're ... just ... I don't know." You shook your head. "I need to get back to my shopping."

He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I'm not what you thought I'd be. Not really. But I'm not all bad, either, y/n."

"Hmm, I don't know. I think you're ... well, maybe I've misjudged you. It's not like I really know you. But, I don't know. I'm sorry for saying you're weird. You're not weird, necessarily. I don't know." You looked at him, curious about what he'd say next.

"It's ok. I'm used to people thinking I'm an asshole. It's just ... I like you. I wanna ... I don't know." He leaned over his cart and put his chin in the palms of his hands.

"Go out with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, y/n! This is, oh my gosh. This is all so sudden! Yes! Yes, of course I'll go out with you!" He smirked. "Let me know when, y/n. See ya later, sweetheart." He took off in the opposite direction, knowing full well you were staring at his ass.

You bit your lip and watched him walk away. "Yup, still hot. Fuck."

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It was the night of your friend's boyfriend's birthday party. Bakugo had been texting you for days, trying to figure out where you'd be and what you'd be doing. You told him you'd be there. So there you were. In a pretty red dress that hugged your curves. And matched his eyes.

"Well, hello." He said as you walked up to him. "Wow, you look so fucking sexy. I love this. I love this dress. I love ... it." He was trying to contain himself.

"Oh, this old thing?" You giggled and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. "Dance with me, Bakugo!"

"I'm not really much of a dancer."

"That's disappointing. They say that men who dance are 10x's more likely to make a woman climax in bed. Or on the couch. Or the shower. Anywhere. Guess I'll dance by myself." You shrugged and laughed at your bullshit fact and the effect it had on his face.

"Oh my God, you're going to be the death of me, y/n. Come on." He put his arm around your waist and you two danced for the rest of the night.

A slow song came on and he pulled you to him. He tucked your hand against his chest and he held you close by the small of your back with his right hand. “You having fun, y/n?” He asked, looking down the front of your dress.

“Not as much fun as you, apparently. I can feel that, by the way.” You smirked, gesturing down between the two of you with your eyes. “But yeah, I am, actually. Thank you for dancing with me. You’re surprisingly not that shit at it.”

Bakugo lay his head down on your shoulder and softly kissed your neck. "Let's get out of here." He said, his lips touching your ear as he raised his head and whispered to you. "Let's go back to your place."

You nodded. "Yes. NOW." You grabbed his hand and walked out.

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Once you got to your place, you ran upstairs and put on some music. Your favorite song came on and you danced around your room for a minute before Bakugo walked in, looking at you with the most heavy, lustful eyes you've ever seen.

He slowly walked over to you and put his hands on your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. "Y/n. How hot you are."

You shook your head, "Me? Bakugo, you are ... you are ... so fucking hot. You make me feel so ... I don't know. Like ... like I have no control over myself. You just ... you do this thing to me. It's like my whole body catches fire and then melts and I just want to ... fuck, I want to fuck you."

"I think I can make that happen." He looked at you, waiting for you to make the next move.

You pulled him over to your bed and pushed him down on it. "I'm in charge. Got it? I'm in charge." You climbed on top of him, your hands pushing his shoulders back as you straddled his waist.

"No, no you're not. But nice try." He flipped you over and held your wrists above your head. "You're mine, y/n. You're all fucking mine. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll be screaming my name for days because you’ll be too damn stupid to remember anything else." He smiled and kissed your neck, his hand moving down your body to your panties.

You gasped and bucked your hips up, "Fuck, Bakugo. That feels so good." Your fingers were in his hair, pulling it at the roots.

He pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside your pussy. "Jesus. You're so fucking wet, y/n. Is this for me? This wet pussy is for me? Fuck." He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles.

Your back arched off the bed, "God, yes, Bakugo. Fuck! Oh my fucking god, th- ... Don't … Please don't fucking stop!" You screamed.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Huh? You gonna cum all over my fingers? I know you are. But not yet." He pulled his fingers from you, licked them clean and kissed your lips.

You grabbed his face and kissed him back, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Bakugo, I want ... lemme suck your cock."

"Hohhh fuck." He moaned. "You will, sweetheart. You will. But not right now. Right now ..." he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down around his knees. His cock was hard and throbbing.

"Oh, fuck, Bakugo." Your eyes were wide with wonder as you sat up on your elbows on the bed. The dress pooled around your waist and your panties sat haphazardly covering your cunt. None of that mattered. All you could see right now was his huge cock.

And it saw you, too.

"It's yours, y/n. It's all fucking yours. So fucking take it, you little brat." He pushed your legs apart and rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. "Is this what you want? Huh? This big fucking cock inside of your little pussy? Is it?"

"Oh my god, Bakugo! I do, so bad." You whimpered.

"I know you do. That's why I'm going to give it to you." He pushed himself inside of you, slowly stretching you out until you were begging for more.

"More, Bakugo. Give me more. Fuck, fuck me! Oh my god!" You pulled him down on top of you, your hands clawing at his back.

"Fuck, y/n. You're so fucking tight, baby. You're so fucking wet and tight. God, this pussy is perfect. I'm going to fuck you every day, you got that?" He started to thrust faster, his hips slamming into yours with each stroke.

Your back arched up off the bed as he fucked you. You were on the edge, your orgasm building with every move he made. "Oh? Gettin' close? I guess all that dancing really paid off. I should slow the fuck down. Wouldn't want you cumming too fast now. Nnnope." He slowed to a barely discernible drag. Your eyes nearly went full white as they twisted to the back of your head.

"Ba-ku-go ... ple--- ... ya, please. You have ... to ... mmmm … oh my god." You whined as he looked at your contorting face.

"I know, baby. I know. I got you. I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. You're going to cum for me, ok?" He kissed your neck and started to speed up again, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper.

"Yes! Oh my god, don’t … don’t … hoh fuck!" You were on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall off at any moment.

He grabbed your tits, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Fuck! You're so fucking sexy. I wanna taste those tits, baby." He bent down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he kept fucking you.

Your hands were in his hair again, pulling and tugging as he fucked you harder and harder. Your body started to shake and your breath caught in your throat.

"I'm going to … cum, Bakugo! Fuck! Pleasepleaseplease!" You screamed as you came hard around his cock. "Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bakugo!"

You rode out the twitching and shaking of your body as he continued to fuck you. Dragging out more moans from you than anyone had ever bothered to do before.

His slow pace came to an even more painful stop. He kissed your neck until you were writhing below him. Begging him to do something.

Anything.

Bakugo slid back until just his tip was inside of you. He looked down at where he disappeared into your body and pulled out the rest of the way. His eyes darted back up to yours and he watched you all the way until his lips were encircling your clit.

"Oh my god!" You cried out as he sucked and licked your clit, his tongue pushing in and out of your pussy. "Fuck! Bakugo!" You grabbed his hair and pulled it, the pain making him moan against you. He licked and sucked on you so sloppily that the room was filled with the sounds of wet lapping. It was loud and erotic and almost too much. But it was just enough. You were so close to cumming again that it hurt. Your body was tight. The wire bound within you was ready to snap if he hit you just right once more.

"Cum on my tongue, y/n. Cum for me, baby. Fuck, you taste so good." He said as he pushed two fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out of you.

Your back arched and your toes curled as you came again. Your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets. Your hips bucked up against his face as he sucked and licked you through your orgasm.

Bakugo sat back on his knees, his cock still hard and glistening with your juices. He slowly pumped his cock as he looked down at you. "You're so fucking filthy. I could watch you cum for me all day long." He grabbed your legs and pulled you down to him so that your ass was right at the edge of the bed.

He pushed his cock into you again, this time with a sense of urgency and a need to cum himself. He fucked you hard and deep, his hips slamming into yours with every thrust. He was so close to cumming that you could see it in his face.

"Your - mngh - your face looks stupid when you're about to cum. Y'know that?" You tried to laugh but all you could do was moan at how good his cock filled you. How good it felt as it dragged inside of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he fucked you harder. "Oh god, y/n. You feel so fucking good. I'm going to cum in you, ok?" He moaned as he fucked you.

"Yes! Fucking cum in me ... hmm ..." You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. "Fill me up, Bakugo. Fuck!" You screamed as you came again, your body shaking and your pussy tightening around him.

Bakugo pumped his hips a few more times before he came inside of you, his cum filling you up and spilling out onto the bed. "Oh, fuck! Y/n! Fuck!" He moaned as he kept fucking you through his orgasm.

He eventually stopped, his cock still inside of you as he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Oh my god, y/n. That was ... that was so fucking good." He kissed your neck and chest before he rolled over and lay next to you on the bed.

"And to think, what I said about men who dance was total bullshit."

"I knew it! I knew you were lying about that." Bakugo laughed. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. But I got you to dance with me, though." You smiled.

"You did." He smiled back. "But you're the one in bed with me."

You looked over at him and he was flipping you off with both hands.

"Fuck you." He laughed.

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