#local spine gives lectures

[daisy-has-too-many-wives]

every day its a getting closer- good omens season 3

[celezztia]

“Assolutamente divino.”- One Shot

- Professor! Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader.

- Warnings: Blood, Smut.

-hope you enjoy folks, I wrote this one shot set for the story I recently posted! (Mainly because I wanted to write smut, it’s my little treat. Hope you enjoy, lmk if you would want me to continue this into maybe a few parts)

You sit under the outdoor pavilion on campus, rewriting notes from your Art History class. Occasionally you’d grind your teeth against the end of your pen as you looked over your past scribblings. Trying to make out if an ‘e’ was a fucked up ‘a’ or trying to understand and random note you added into the corner to elaborate.

Bzzrt.

The rectangle attached to your ass buzzes as you reach in your back pocket. A text.

Donna : Almost done closing the class for the day. Meet me in the lecture hall. Look forward to seeing you diletta <3

You immediately smile when you see her message, closing your notebook before the ink on the paper could dry. That was the least of your cares now. Shoving your books in your bag, you sling it over one shoulder, walking back inside the campus, towards the north hall.

With great haste, your fingers curl around the doorknob to her classroom, the room dark. In the corner by the board Donna stood over her desk, putting her cardigan on.

Placing her reading glasses off her face to hang around her pale neck, she turned you with an eager grin.

“There you are, la mia dolce sorpresa succulenta.” She spoke, her voice a bit strained from speaking for the day. Taking a sip from a stainless steel cup, she licks a red substance from her lips.

You and Donna had known one another for a few months. She had originally approached you, noting you were an international student and that if you needed anything, she was happy to help. It wasn’t until you had unknowingly befriended her niece, that she had began to look after you. You and her niece Angie was about the same age, partying together at the local bar. You looked after Angie, did what you could to keep your chaotic gremlin of a friend in line. Needless to say, Donna eventually had to pick you both up after an exam day, as you both were drunk as skunks.

Ever since then, she doted on you, giving her number, even locking eyes with you during her lectures.

You grew quite fond of the older woman yourself. How your heart rate would quicken when she looks at you. After class she would pull you aside most days to ask how school was treating you, and to stay out of trouble.

It just snowballed before you could comprehend it.

One day after her class you stayed behind to keep her company while she worked on lesson plans. Donna had asked you if you needed a ride home.

You didn't. The bus would be there any minute. But the thought of sitting next to the older woman had your cheeks aflame, you quickly accepted.

On the drive home, you could feel the tension between you two. A few times her hand brushed against yours and it took everything in your power not to jump in her lap.

You knew it was questionable. She was a professor, but she was so kind. So beautiful. You couldn’t explain how, but she enchanted you.

From that day, she asked you to come by her classroom a bit more often. Asking if you had any questions regarding her classes, which you did.

But you also enjoyed the closeness of her, the feeling of her scarlet eyes watching you.

Donna sets her cup down on the desk, opening her arms for you. Without hesitation you fall into her embrace, nuzzling against her. She smelled like old books, a faint smell of wine and honeysuckle.

Her hands felt so cold, against your warm back, her fingers running along your spine.

Your body pressed flush against hers, your breath hot against her neck. She was taller than you, enough for her chin to rest on your head.

She pulled away for a moment, motioning you to sit down as she walked over to the entrance of the classroom, locking the door and covering the window.

The room goes dark, all that could be heard is the sound of her heels and the breath that escaped your lips.

She walks back over to where you were seated, the only source of light coming from the hallway outside.

Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness.

Donna's hands cup your cheeks as she leans forward.

“I’ve missed you, preda. Do you still want to come over for dinner tonight?” She grins, tilting your chin up to look at her. Even in the dark, you could make out her face.

She had her hair usually pulled in a bun. But after you entered, she freed her raven locks, letting it fall over her shoulders. She looked tired. But still as gorgeous as ever.

You nod, a grin on your face.

Dinner. That sounded nice. You had planned to head to her manor after her final class , but you two had made a habit of making out profusely after.

You didn't mind though.

She had kissed you a few times, in this very room. Your heart pounding as she held you close.

This was the first time you'd actually go over to her house though.

“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” She smirked, her finger tapping on your nose.

You blink, a blush on your face.

She laughed, her head leaning back.

Gods, she was so cute when she laughed. Her teeth were alabaster, the canines just a bit longer than average.

Now that you think of it, they were fairly sharp looking.

She leans down, pecking your lips, her thumb swiping across your cheek.

She kisses your lips once more.

Your head spins, the sound of crickets chirping outside filling the silence.

Your hands tangle into her black locks, moaning into the kiss, Donna's lips were soft, gentle. You could taste the something coppery on her lips, maybe whatever she was drinking earlier.

Your body is leaned back into the chair, pulling her down with you, your tongue slipping into her mouth.

The older woman grunts, her hips grinding into yours.

She breaks the kiss, her breath heavy, her hands gripping the arms of the chair.

She stands, reaching for your hand.

You stand up, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the desk,

Donna's eyes were illuminated in the dark. her hand gently pushed your chest, causing you to sit back on the desk.

Donna was always so gentle, so sweet.

But something was different. You couldn’t place it.

Your heart was beating rapidly, your breathing shaky.

She pulls her cardigan off, setting it to the side on her chair. Approaching you as you sit on her desk, your lips meet again, this time more heated. Your hands roam her sides, her hands grabbing your wrists, pinning them down onto the desk. She kisses along your jaw, nipping at your ear, causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Not your turn yet, teroso. Patience. Let me have my fun, si ?”

Your heart pounds against your chest, your legs spread as the older woman presses her body against yours.

Her tongue slides up your neck. A wave of pleasure runs down your body.

You whine, wanting to touch her, to explore her body. But she proceeds to tease you, her teeth grazing the soft skin of your neck.

“You trust me, bambina?” She purrs against your neck, the sensation making you squirm even more.

You nod, biting your lip as her hands trail down your stomach. Her nails teasingly scrape against the fabric of your skirt.

Suddenly her nails dig into your thighs, your head snapping back with a silent cry. Donna's mouth hungrily sucked and bit at the skin of your neck, leaving marks, but never breaking skin. Her cold hands met the warmth of your inner thighs, fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties.

Your heart beat was audible now, your body growing hotter. You had never gone this far with her before.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask her, my hips bucking into her hand to feel some friction.

As she pulls from your neck, Donna's red eyes meet yours, a grin on her lips.

She licks her lips, her canines glistening. You heard a faint growl come from the back of her throat.

“I locked the door, no one is going to see us, mia cara. Just focus on me, focus on how I make you feel, okay?”

You nod, swallowing hard.

With that, Donna's teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck.

A gasp escapes you, the pain of her bite, the pleasure of her fingers rubbing your clothed clit.

Her mouth sucks at the punctures, her fingers moving faster, your underwear wet from her actions. The pain in your neck stung. Before you could focus on it too much, her cold, slender digits pressed against the fabric. You were already soaked.

You could feel her tongue running along your neck, her fingers pulling at your panties, sliding them to the side.

You whimper, her fingers tracing your slit, her teeth scraping your collarbone.

“You’re are delicious little treat, aren’t you?” She growled, her finger pressing into your folds.

Your head leaned back, your eyes shutting as she continued to pleasure you.

She was slow, almost painfully so.

You were squirming under her touch, wanting more, needing more. It’s almost like she enjoyed seeing you in this state.

Her mouth left a trail of wet kisses and love bites along your neck, slipping a finger inside with ease.

“Ah-mmph!” You cry out, before her other hand covers you mouth. A second finger teased your cunt before sliding in, your walls tightening around her digits.

Her tongue lapped at the blood that dribbled from your neck.

Donna's head moved, her teeth dragging along your jaw.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

Your eyes were screwed shut, the feeling of her fingers curling, her thumb playing with your clit.

Her breath was hot, her hips grinding against the edge of the desk.

Your hands grip the sides of the desk, knuckles white.

A low groan comes from her lips, her movements becoming faster. She pumped her fingers erratically, a third digit now entering your eager cunt.

Your back arches off the desk, your hips rocking into her palm.

A string of moans come from your lips, muffled by her hand.

A sudden heavy sensation builds up in your abdomen, a feeling like a coil tightening.

Your legs trembled. Donnas hand that once covered your lips moved to intertwine in your hair. You could feel her breath on your lips as her fingers sped up.

Her pace was merciless, her thumb flicking and pressing into your clit.

A guttural groan escapes your lips, the feeling of euphoria washing over you.

Your mouth hangs open, Donna's lips crash against yours.

A muffled whine comes from the back of your throat as you cum on her fingers.

Your head fell back, the older woman kissing and licking at the wound she inflicted.

Your chest heaved, your breathing heavy as her fingers slowed.

Donna pulled her fingers out from your folds, her lips now against your cheek.

“Assolutamente divino.” She said, before popping her fingers in her mouth, savoring the taste of you.

Once she had cleaned up, her body hovered over yours.

You could feel the cold radiating off her skin, her arms trapping you against her.

You could hear your own heartbeat, the sound of it ringing in your ears.

“It’s getting late, diletta. Let’s head home.” She cooed into your ear, before stepping away from the desk.

She helped you stand, helping you collect your things.

After the two of you had collected yourselves, you both left the classroom, Donna locking the door behind her. As you walked to her car to head to her house, she gently guided you, a hand on the small of your back.

[truly-twirls]

beat you to it - p. jay

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Brief mentions of food (strawberries)

Characters: Park Jongseong (Jay), Park Sunghoon (mentioned), and Sim Jaeyun (Jake) (Mentioned)

AO3 Link

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A shudder went down Jay’s spine as the crisp wind picked up. It was a harsh autumn morning, and he knew there was no time to waste anymore. He had to ask tonight or he may never be able to. Jay believes he may never have the courage to do so if he waits until after the night bids farewell.

Y/N.

The way your name sends goosebumps trailing down Jay’s back, running his throat dry, and a silly, loose smile plastered onto his face.

Y/N.

The lovely person whom Park Jongseong wanted to ask to accompany him to a picnic along the riverwalk in the center of town.

A simple question, if one were to really think about it..

But to Jay, it felt as if everything were on the line, you were a dear friend of his. Any aspect he admired about you only caused him to fall harder for you.

And today, as the lovesick boy sips his hot black tea and watches the cars passing by the bus stop, this dam of passion is set to burst open. He is prepared to lay out his heart to you.

Jay knew your schedule today was fairly barren in terms of lectures, so you were most likely spending your day at the campus’ plaza. To confirm, he texted your friends asking about any plans for today in order to determine the best time to talk to you. 

Not that he wanted to get the situation over with, oh it was practically the opposite. Any friend of yours or Jay’s would’ve been able to see the moment the boy fell for you in a way that words cannot describe. 

A number of you and your friends had gone out to a local farmer’s market when you ran into Jay who was there to check out the assorted vendors. He couldn’t pick out a specific stand to start his shopping ventures, when you stood next to him and asked a quick question.

“What do you think about these strawberries?” 

“…Well, they’re a decent size and none are 

absolutely deformed,” Jay chuckled.

You finally made eye contact with him, but with a confused gleam in your eyes. You were trying to form a response, meanwhile Jay was so incredibly endeared. He had never felt such a warm radiance coming from a person, you had shown him something new the moment his giving eyes met your silhouette. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, I was talking to my friend..” You gestured to your friend to your right, who was holding back a knowing smile. Jay felt stupid, of course. What sane person would come up to a complete stranger and start a conversation?” The embarrassed man silently kicked himself.

“Oh… Haha, my bad.” 

“...You go to the university nearby, right?”

The question took Jay by surprise, was this not the first time you two had met each other?

“Um, yeah! I’m a marketing major, what about you?”

“I’m a biology major there! I felt like I’ve seen you on campus

before! I’m Y/N.”

Y/N.

A lovely name that matches the lovely feelings you give him.

You and Jay had become close friends not long after that encounter, it felt so easy. Your personalities seemed to have blended beautifully, it was no wonder why Jay found himself head over heels when he was with you and when he was apart from you. His friends Sunghoon and Jake pointed that fact out more times than he could count.

But now, Jay felt ready. He felt confident. Not that you would absolutely reciprocate his feelings, but at the very least he felt confident that nothing would change between the two of you if said feelings weren’t returned. Such a stance took many months of convincing and self-assurance.

It was like watching someone else approach the plaza, like Jay was detached from his own body, watching everything unfold from afar. Of course, this wasn’t the case, the boy simply couldn’t believe the moment he had been preparing for was so close he could grasp it with his own fingertips.

You noticed Jay and called out to him before a word left his lips, “Jay! I thought you went back to your apartment! Do you wanna study together?”

Jay nodded and sat in the spot next to you, feeling a chill run up his spine. Whether it was from the wind or his nerves, he’s unsure.

“I’m so close to finishing this report, it’s so grueling like, I wanna be done with it now! Plus there’s this event happening down by the North Lawn around–”

“Y/N, can I talk to you about something? I don’t mean to interrupt but I really wanna just.. let this out, you know?”

You looked at Jay for a moment, closing your laptop to divert all of your attention to him (Which did nothing to aid the boy’s quickening heartbeat).

“What’s up? Is everything okay? Did you fail that test you were

talking about the other day? Or was it that super long lecture

that could bore anything with a pulse–”

“I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I…I want to be more

than friends, if you’d like.”

Jay reached out for your hands, gently taking them into his as your gazes met each other. Jay definitely felt his skin flush as the weight upon his shoulder dissipated with this confession. He did not hope. He wasn’t clinging onto any fantasy created over the past months. Jay felt confident that if he was honest, you would remain secure in each other’s relationship afterwards. It didn’t matter if you reciprocated or not.

Your eyes seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, Jay wished he knew what you were thinking. But then a smile spread across your lips, a saccharine smile.

“Oh, Jay… I’d love that, I’ve been wanting to say the same thing for a little while. Guess you beat me to it.” A fake pout replaced your smile as Jay let out a scoff. 

“Then would you give me the pleasure of being my girlfriend forever and ever and ever?” He leaned in closer to your face, to your lips, with a playful, awaiting smile.

“I suppose I could, Mr. Jongseong…” You chuckled, not letting him get another word in before you closed the gap between the two of you, clinging onto his hands.

Was Jay dreaming? Was he actually sharing his first kiss with you? It felt just like the day he first met you. Warm.

After a few seconds, the two of you disconnected, still smiling at each other. 

“I guess you beat me to kissing you first, huh?” Jay ran his

hands through your hair with a loving gaze.

“You better expect it a lot more, I like to believe I’m a handful sometimes,” You leaned your head against his shoulder, sneaking a quick picture before returning to your laptop.

You weren’t as sneaky as you thought but Jay didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and your focused face. Jay then pressed his lips to your cheek, earning a quick gasp from you.

“I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.”

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[bellafragolina]

Regency AU Laventon to Celebrate First Semester of Grad School done

fem reader, historically inaccurate regency au, i like the name theodore for lav, you know the drill

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"Teddy," your breathy moan sends a bolt of hot need down his spine, "Teddy."

Gods above, how he loves that name off your tongue. Professor Theodore Laventon never thought himself lucky enough to find a wife such as you. He was an older bachelor, and he didn't expect anything out of the season, but then you arrived.

You, dripping in silk and velvet, fingers futzing with the fabric of your skirt and you rambled on to whoever was in your company. Laventon's gaze followed you as you mingled, and with luck, he grew close enough to hear bits of your conversation.

"They're lovely little creatures." You said, and Laventon's posture straightened. "Mantises are just so darling. I know they look intimidating, but they're so marvelous once you do some reading on them. I've actually studied them a bit myself, what with my nephew's help catching them, and I've found-"

Your partner would then yawn aloud, so horribly rude. Laventon, in agony, would watch you wilt, hear your voice grow softer as you stifled yourself to listen to whatever patter your would-be suitor wanted to talk about instead.

Throughout the night, your voice fell, and soon enough, you were hardly speaking besides small talk and meaningless waffles.

Laventon knew it was wrong for him to approach you, but he couldn't help himself. He wandered to your side, flustered but wanting so desperately to hear you again.

"Theodore Laventon." He introduced himself. Your hand settled in his, warm and somewhat scrapped up, not unlike his own. Your own name settled on his tongue like cool wine, and he drank it down eagerly. "You. . . mentioned before, and I happened to overhear, that you were studying mantises. I'm actually a professor at the local university, one of ecology, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on the lovely little creatures."

Oh, how you blossomed under his attention. Hearing your voice, your thoughts, your brilliant mind aloud was everything Laventon could hope for. And oh, how you looked at him with those big, eager eyes of yours whenever he spoke. He had no right trying to court you, but as hours wasted away in each other's company, he had to at least be your acquaintance.

And so he extended an invitation. His lectures were yours to attend. You came to see him, he'd teach a class, and you'd follow any lingering students with questions, eyes so very bright to see the textbooks and papers he had for you to peruse.

Others would act so snide. Mutterings of "woman's work" and how no suitor would want a career oriented woman. It made Laventon's blood boil, for how could they not see how beautiful you were when you were, so enthused by the world around you?

When the mutterings turned to rumors of you being married off to the first interested party by your exasperated parents, Laventon took the chance. He couldn't stand the idea of seeing you snuffed out by the next season, so he took your hands in his, placing one on his heart.

"Marry me." He breathed, staring into your eyes. "Please. I want you in my life."

You smiled at him, tears in your bright, bright eyes. "Yes."

And now here you are, beneath him, laid out on the blanket he brought for your walk about the estate grounds. Your face is flushed, lips swollen from bruising kisses, and the breeze rustles your shared notes strewn about the blanket.

"Teddy," you breathe, nails scratching along the base of his skull, "kiss me."

Laventon would give you the world just to hear you say that every day. Luckily, the ring on your finger was all you wanted.

[ssahopelessly]

Thinking about HotchReader and Spencer.

HR (HotchReader) and Spencer who have to say goodbye to each other once Hotch goes into WITSEC with Jack because something about their lines of communication could make Aaron and Jack vulnerable and how HR would never want to do that to their family.

But likewise, HR and Spencer who never planned on saying goodbye to each other and there’s many many tears shed. Spencer would like to believe HR shed the most tears but we all know it was him. HR making Spencer promise not to get reckless once their gone because they can’t imagine a world, let alone the BAU, without him in it. HR wanting to believe that maybe when everything is over and the dust has settled, that they’ll be able to go back to DC and Spencer and pick up the pieces.

Spencer who spends his nights in prison disassociating to thoughts of HR. HR who hears in passing conversation with Aaron that Spencer’s in prison and is immediately sick to their stomach.

Then a few years down the line, HR hearing a FBI agent is giving a lecture series at their local college. HR, who in requesting more information sees the familiar honorific on the screen that first lecture, sitting in the back row, shrouded in darkness. HR who when the lecture is done for the evening, lingers in waiting to ask him a question. Spencer not realising they’re there, just so excited to be lecturing, being stopped on his way out. “Doctor, I actually have a question.” They call to him before he leaves the stage for the evening.

“What is it?” Spencer asks, looking to where the voice came from. HR stepping into the light, sending a chill straight through Spencer’s spine.

[archiveoftara]

Hi. I was wondering if you did requests and if you did and you don’t mind if course could I get a Lockwood & Co request? One night Lockwood and the gang gets a visitor. The reader got caught in a thunderstorm (but she does have a rain jacket it on but she’s still drench) and she saw the light on at 35 Portland Row and she knocked on it and Lockwood recognized her from the local stationery shop that she works at (you can say they are friendly with each other) and he sees that she cut her knees (plus grass stain) and hands up and he patches her up (while patching her up, he’s lecturing her about being out curfew and he also has a big crush on her). Thank you!

Do you like me?

Thank you so much for your request. I hope you enjoy this. Sorry for the delay.

Warning: mention of wounds

"Can this day get any worse?"

Rain was pouring on the ground in London. You check your watch and curse at your workplace. It's past curfew and you still have a long way to reach home. The rain is not helping.

You would have left the shop ages ago if it weren't for the new trainee messing up the system. You tried to show him numerous times how to use the cash system but he kept messing up. Maybe you're not a good mentor or maybe you lost all hope and just wanted to end the day as early as possible. All you wished for a big mug of hot chocolate and a warm blanket.

The rain turned into a storm in no time. The wind blew so fast your umbrella flew away leaving you deserted in the street with nothing but your handbag. You ran behind the umbrella, before you realised, you hit the ground, face flat. Luckily, you still have your raincoat on but it didn't help much as it's showering at this point.

With a groan you got up and tried your best to keep your feet stuck to the road and slowly made your way to your destination. The street was empty, dark, and cold. A shiver ran down your spine. You couldn't walk any more, every step became harder and painful. You knew something was wrong but you still kept your focus on the road.

You looked for any sign of humans or something which will give shelter that's when your eyes fell on a small light emitting through a window.

You gathered up whatever strength left in you and took a leap. Next thing you know, you heard a soft voice coming through the door.

"Wonder who's here at this hour of night?"

The door flew open. Revealing a boy, in white tshirt and pyjamas. His eyes were slightly wide in confusion.

"I'm sorry to disturb you-"

"(Name)?" His eyes flashed in recognition.

"Lockwood?"

"What happened?… you look…come in, quickly." He opened the door further, letting her in.

You mumbled a small thanks, shivering. He led you in the living room, near the fireplace. You took a seat.

"I'm sorry to barge into your house like this. I was on my way when the thunderstorms began. I was looking for a shelter when I saw the light. I'm sorry to trouble you." You explained.

His eyes darted all over your body like you were some exotic species sitting in his living room. Feeling self conscious under his gaze you cleared your throat.

"Is.. something wrong?"

"You're bleeding."

"Eh?"

"Yes, you are. Give me a moment." He ran out from the room leaving you confused. You looked at yourself and found your right knee bleeding.

Shit. I must have got this when I fell on the ground. Thank God, I didn't break my nose.

You met Lockwood a few weeks ago. You were working at your regular shift. Making inventories when you saw him scanning the shop from outside. He introduced himself just in time or else you would have called the police.

You couldn't believe you're in the house of the agent who you mistaken as a creep. Lockwood entered the room with a medical kit.

He pulled a chair in front of you and gave a weak smile. You smiled back.

"I don't know how you managed to walk this far with a scraped knee."

"Adrenaline rush."

He gave you a look, "it's gonna hurt a bit." He applied some antiseptic on the wound which made you hiss in pain. You leaned back in exhaustion.

"I'm done. Hold, on"

You looked at the boy in front of you. He's good looking, no doubt. What draws you to him was his warm, brown, beautiful eyes.

"What were you thinking, (name)? It's past curfew. There's a bloody thunderstorm outside and the streets of London are filled with nasty visitors."

You rolled your eyes and said "Lockwood, please spare me from your lectures. What am I supposed to do if I get off work late?"

"You're supposed to phone me."

You both froze for a moment. The agent looked at you, embarrassed, cheeks as red as rose and you blinked at him not realising you were holding your breath till he cleared his throat.

"I mean.. it's..our job to keep the city safe. You know I'm an agent, a professional in this field."

You slowly nod, still dazed.

"Ain't no way in hell Anthony Lockwood likes me. He just cares about the citizen, alot." you thought.

"You wait here." He left the room only to come back in a few minutes with some clothes in his hands.

"This is for you. Get changed or You'll catch a cold. Take the stairs and you see the bathroom, right in front of you. I'll be in the kitchen."

You thanked him and went straight to the bathroom. The warm water felt so good under your skin. After a nice bath, you changed and went out, craving some hot chocolate.

"Lockwood?"

"I'M HERE"

You followed the voice, and found the kitchen. He was in front of the stove, his back facing towards you.

"You're cute."

"Thanks"

"Did I say that out loud?" You panicked.

He grinned, passing you cheese toast and a mug of hot chocolate. Your eyes widened.

"Sorry I didn't ask you before making the hot chocolate. I thought-"

"I love it. You have no idea how much I needed this." Your voice cracked. You took a big sip, "this is so good." You savour the drink.

His mouth curved into a smile. Anthony Lockwood gave a quick pinch on his wrist to make sure he's not dreaming. He couldn't believe his crush was sitting in HIS kitchen, having hot chocolate made by HIM, wearing HIS clothes.

It was a warm summer afternoon when he first saw you, stacking up books. You were in a floral dress which made you look like a flower. He was at awe of your beauty, he didn't realise he was staring at you. Probably, that's when you thought he was a creep.

He often visits the shop making up excuses just to see you. Turns out you both have a lot of things in common.

"Are you just gonna stand and stare at me or you gonna take a seat?"

Lockwood took a seat across the table. The silence was filled with the sound of rain.

"You should be more careful, (name). I'll pack you some salt bombs and lavender."

"Lockwood, why are you so worried?"

"Because I care…as a friend."

Your smile faltered a bit. You didn't know what you expected but surely it wasn't this.

"Hmm."

Lockwood took a deep sigh and began

"I care not only as a friend..but as..as someone special." You blinked at him in confusion.

"Okay, I have a crush on you. There. I said it. Jesus. This is so embarrassing." He rambled.

You started laughing at his misery.

"You're too cute Lockwood." You laughed. "Oh my stomach hurts now."

"So…do you..do you like me?" Lockwood peeped.

You nodded back "I think I can try." You blushed.

"Why don't you stay the night here?" He blushed.

"Um.. I..what about your friends?" You knew Lockwood shared his house with his colleagues. You only heard stories about them.

"They won't mind. In fact, they would love to meet you."

It's not a bad idea. The thunderstorm has passed but it doesn't look like the rain is gonna stop anytime soon.

After a minute or so, you finally answered.

"Sure."

The day wasn't that bad afterall, all thanks to the thunderstorm.

[charcoalhawk]

Campus Cryptid

Summary: Danny just wants to hang out and eat lunch with his new college roommates and their families. Why can’t ghosts just leave him alone for five minutes?

Written for Dannymay 2022, for the prompt college years.

Danny doesn’t mean to become the new local cryptid at his college campus, it just sort of… happens.

(He’s just so glad Sam and Tucker got scholarships at different schools and decided to pursue their ‘higher education’ there. As much as he would have liked them to go to his school he’s eternally grateful because otherwise they never would have let him live this down.)

(They’ll probably still try but at least this time he has Jazz to back him up on this one.)

It all starts the day he moves into his dorm room, he and his roommates have been texting each other for weeks, but this is the first time they’re all meeting in person.

They decide in the days leading up to moving day to all hang out for lunch after they set up their rooms, and invite their parents or whoever’s helping them move in along with them.

Luckily for Danny his parents are busy that weekend, and yeah maybe he had to cash in one of his very few favors with Vlad to have him give his parents a wild ghost chase up through Wisconsin, so Jazz is the one helping him move all his stuff in and meet his roommates.

The actual moving in process goes smoothly, and as they all settle down for lunch at one of the many local cafés Danny actually starts to think that this year is going to be nice and boring and supernatural horror free.

Of course, that’s when the screaming starts.

At that exact moment Danny feels a familiar chill down his spine and releases an involuntary puff of ice cold air.

Fuck. His. Un-life.

He shares a brief glance with Jazz before he moves to slip away to transform, but before he can the crowd parts enough for him to see which ghost has decided to venture out of Amity Park into his college campus.

All it takes is seeing the dark cape and the green bulbous head with its single visible eyeball before Danny knows that this is going to be a problem.

He hadn’t actually had to deal with the deader than thou Observants since the whole Vortex debacle, but from what he remembered they were an obnoxious bunch that had never heard of subtlety or tact in their entire existence.

He knows the moment the Observer sees him because it straightens up like Mr. Lancer used to when he still thought he could control the class through lectures and book-themed curses.

Sucks to be it though, it had only taken Mr. Lancer a week to figure out that that shit didn’t work with Danny’s class.

And then the Observant starts to talk.

He can’t actually make out the words it’s saying, for all that the street has gone silent around him. All he can hear is the rushing of blood in his ears and the dull, rolling hum of his core.

He can’t, he won’t let this ghost ruin his college life like ghosts had wrecked his high school one.

Almost without realizing it he steps out behind where he had been pushed to hide with the rest of his group. He feels the familiar cool metal of a Fenton thermos being pressed swiftly into his left hand as he slips past Jazz, and before he knows it he’s calmly marching up to where the Observant is still rambling on to its captive audience.

Once he gets within range he without hesitation swiftly rears back before slamming his right fist into the convenient bullseye the Ovservsnt’s single eyeball creates in its otherwise featureless face.

While ghost’s don’t have bone or cartilage the impact still makes a satisfying crunch sound as the hit sends the Observant hurdling into the ground.

Before it can recover he swiftly activates the thermos and the Observant disappears from view. With that done he calmly walks back to where his group is still huddled behind their table and hands the thermos off to Jazz for her to take back to the portal to punt the annoying ghost back to whatever hole the Observant had come from.

It’s only at this point that Danny realizes that his roommates and their parents are all staring at him in a kind of horrified fascination he had only previously seen in out-of-towners who came to Amity Park thinking the whole ‘most haunted town on earth’ thing was a big hoax.

With a sinking feeling in his core Danny glances around to see that everyone who had just seen Danny punch a ghost sharing some variation of that look.

Curse of the ancients, he hadn’t even gotten to eat his first lunch with his roomates before he fucked everything up.

“Holy shit dude. Do you think you can teach me how to punch like that?”

[snakemoltsiren]

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss (Sian >:3c)

(cw: mild gore, violence)

Sian always knew when he was looking at her. Or, more specifically, she could always tell when his attention was on her and what she was doing, which was far from the same thing.

She'd born the indignities in the Garlean capital once he'd brought her back from Golmore. He was a hero and she was a spoil of war. A curiosity. An ignorant savage. And she silently bore the indignity of it because whatever it was it was still freedom. And still better than the isolation and scorn she'd received back home.

Home was a mass grave. Home was a warning. Home was fuck you and what you did to me graffitied on the floor of the Golmore Jungle in mangled body parts and gore.

And now home, she supposed, was the cold iron streets of Garlemald. Here where she was a pet. A tool. A weapon same as any she had hidden on her.

He had her clothed and groomed - indignities she suffered with little more than cold looks and bared teeth. He armed her - solid black carbonized knives, only their viciously keen edges allowed to gleam silver. He fed her foods she'd never tasted and played music that made her teeth ache and her ears twitch back.

There were times she felt the fine fuzz of fur on the back of her neck stand up and she would glance up from her reading (her studying - he wanted her to learn) in time to see him looking away. They rarely conversed - he would lecture or instruct or inform and she would listen. There was rarely anything she explained to him. Neither of them truly cared about the things she'd learned growing up. Beyond what tactical advantage he could pass on to the next group moving into Dalmasca to wipe out the locals.

His boot pressed at the small of her back as she pressed her spine flat into a plank, sweat beading at her hairline and running into her eyes. He made a noise of derision and she rolled away, out from under his foot to move to her feet, cursing him under her breath as she put distance between them.

The first time an assassin came at him it was during the opera. The curtains of his private box barely whispered apart and he showed no sign of noticing, eyes closed, one slender finger tapping against his knee. She waited from where she was standing in the corner, giving him his privacy until the blur that warped the air came all too close.

Knives part flesh the same regardless of what your country of origin is. Hot arterial spray soaked the top of her dress and stung her eyes like sweat. The assassin went down silently while her neck prickled and she looked over to see him still seated, finger still tapping time. Glacial gaze locked on her. She watched as he moved to his feet and stepped over the body whose vitality was soaking into the carpet.

She should alert someone, she thought distantly.

Her hand clamped around his throat, thumb pressing underneath his jaw. His expression was unreadable, but she watched the black of his pupils grow to swallow the blue of his irises.

She pulled him to her with a bruising grip and tasted blood when their lips met.

[balkcatt]

Is it the potion or am I lovestruck?

The suddent change in the air, irks you and abruptly you open your eyes only to see nothing ahead you. The mysterious presence you have felt before disappears as it was just a breeze nothing much more. Although, you can't shake that deep feeling inside your gut that there was something sinister and eerie before you, only the thought makes a chill run down your spine.

Even if the lush terrain of trees and grass is framed by the melodious and graceful sing of the birds, in your perspective there's only your heart's beat that resounds in your ears. It's steady and rushed almost if you could be attacked from any moment by that shady and strange presence, but from the moment you opened your eyes open, there is nothing new in the field nor in the vast and clear sky, only by so ever crossed by eagles and species alike.

The calmness of the environment, combined with deep breaths, helps you feel more caml and relaxed, slowly the sense of dread in your gut evaporates and the melodies of the avians, give you a sense of peace of mind and so it abruptly hits you that this is not your home but you are in the past, in an indefinite era and your arm has a slight and little cut that derived from your failure to go back to the present.

Obviously the best course of action is to cure the wound so it doesn't get infected, in a little flash of light, the wound slowly closes itself. Although it is best for you not to use too much magic, especially the space - time one, because it is too much draining for you and it is best not to collapse from exhausting tasks such as travelling from one era to another, in fact it is a good thing that you didn't collapse from your try, mind if someone had found you, the consequences would had been disastrous.

" I need to craft a story that need to convince the locals that I'm not a threat and that doesn't make them suspicious of me" you think while scanning your , before wounded, arm to see if the magic worked, only an insignificant spot of blood dried on the sleeve of the shirt just as a reminder. Now that you are sure that you are not wounded, you begin to inspect your pockets to see if you have something useful from you era : nothing, nothing, a pack of tissues, some old and non eatable bar of chocolate and your wallet with all your rupees. Well, less strange object you have, the more you can pass as an anonymous person that's s travelling, the rupees are good, you can buy food and clothes to mingle in the society.

A thought comes to your mind : your old, wrinkled and boring professor of old hylian proclaiming during one of his lectures :" you young people don't understand the beauty of the ancient hylian, the poetry of it the raffiante and elaborate language, chof chof although it was only in high classes and the poor spoke dialect, chog chof. Take a look at this poetry for example....".

Well his teaching and your military clothes, would make you pass as a miliiatry person and you could work as a mercenary so there would be no threats to you. Plus keeping the towns safe and helping the locals will grant you their trust and a safe place to hide should thing go south for whatever reason. Actually your plan is perfect but not spotless , so you decide to go for the nearest city, walking for miles and the threat of monsters doesn't spark joy in your mind, but you think you can put up with it and you decide to set fort south.

After walking for a long time, a big bale of hay cuts your road, actually it is stuck and it doesn't move, you can't pass around it because it occupies the entire road. " Maybe someone is in need of help to move the ball of hay " you reflect, so the first thing you do is asking if someone is in need of help. After waiting there for some minutes and not getting any answer, you try to see if there is someone there by jumping on a tree near the ball. While you sit there a small, not curated and dressed with dirty and lacerated shirt and pants that arrive above the knees , brown pieced flat shoes, and a straw hat, man looks at you with an annoyed look in his eyes and spares you a glance then goes back to try to move the ball. " hey sir I only want to help you can I?" you ask with a calm and reasonable tone, this time the man watches you with furred eyesbrows and harsh look on his face, while pushing more harder the ball while maintaining eye contact with you almost to simbolkze that he doesn't need your help, a nobleman, to move the ball that is onyl a matter of lowly peasants, that should not in any manner anger or make a noble know that they exist in any form.

You reciprocate the hateful look with a calm, confident one, while slowly jumping off the tree and near the man, who scared that you might hurt him, takes a few steps back while although mantaing a fierce and proud stance , almost as if he was ready to battle. Ony now you notice that the farmer has long and luscious black hairs and that bangs cover his left eye, to break the tension you raise slowly your hands in air with the palms turned in the direction of the man. " I have no intend to hit, harm, or wound you, I only want to help you move the hall of hay so we can benefit from this and I don't want any form of payment for this work, ok?" you state gently to the man, that now has a more relaxed stance although he's staring at you with indifference, hate and diffidence. Although you don't understand the hate, the other thing are plausible for the era that maybe has seen some wars and has increased diffidence toward stranger, especially nobles that in a lot of wars have benefitted from sending mercenaries out to conquest land and resources only for their own greed. After the statement the man doesn't give you an answer only a quick yes with his head, so you propose that he tugs your shirt when you two arrive, the farmer accepts the proposal. While you made the ball roll you couldn't shake the feeling that the man was examinating you, scrutinising every details of you almost as if you were a prey, with that deep and almost soulless stare that plunged deep into yourself, to see your recondite soul. The staring and the non verbal language of the man, were unnverivng, his not so near proximity united with his deep gaze contorned with a blank stare made you feel as if you were a prey and not a human. Every time you controlled if the ball was not sliced or ruptured, and adverterd your gaze from the man, a shiver run down your spine and your hands'muscles made you put a hand on the hilt of your rapier. Your legs trembled in anticipation and the incessantly beating of your heart filled your mind with anxiety and anticipation. Although you fought the urge to combat it was difficult to suppress the need that your body was telling you : that man is dangerous, for unknown reasons he seems evil, his soul is evil, you need to kill him or else, many times you were near drawing the sword but you calmed yourself down, and reminded yourself and this is not a dangerous man, even thought the feeling you had before with the wind and this man were similar, but it is only a poor farmer, and you need to help him, just to do a good action.

While lost in your thoughts and anxiety, a thug on your right sleeve comes frome the man, signaling you that the task was over. So you say goodbye to the man, which in response gives you a smile, even thought that smile seems happy, the undertone of it seems almost if he knows that you will encounter him again and that next time you wouldn't be so lucky to escape him, in fact that happiness seems distorted and not genuine, as if it was blossomed from obsession and not from the resolution of a problem.

At the thought of this conclusion, you chuckle internally, " this is only a farmer which I I'll never see again, maybe he was the strange one of the village but he is not a threat" you resonate while walking in the grass field that shows in the distance the silhouette of a small city.

[mxchineherald]

verse :: in the present

setting: modern au location: new york tag: #v :: in the present

Professor Viktor Varga works as a theoretical and practical roboticist for the Research and Development department of HudsonTech, one of the most cutting edge companies dealing in automation and robotics. His inventions have furthered medical science and manufacturing lines drastically, and he's been lauded for his successful creations at conferences around the world. Though to be honest, he hasn't attended many of them, being a sort of homebody who hates flying. He leaves the conferences to his research partner, Jayce. Instead, he spends his time in his lab, working on his latest prototype or finishing projects in Jayce's stead. He lives in a brownstone apartment on his own, as much of a struggle as it can be sometimes. He frequents cafes and libraries to read, as it's one of his passions. Wanting to inspire upcoming roboticists, he gives free lectures at local colleges, even though it sets off his stage fright. Living his life with cystic fibrosis and scoliosis has not been easy, and he has been hospitalized several times. He has required surgery to fix the curve of his spine, and is on the transplant waiting list for new lungs, as he has been for the past six months. He has also required surgery on his knee to save his mobility in the past few years, and walks on either a forearm crutch or an underarm crutch, depending on his balance that day.

[daisy-has-too-many-wives]

[cricketdirectuk]

A fan of the beautiful game!

By Rex Clementine

When you are young if  you like cricket, you dream of playing for your country. But, only a handful can go onto achieve that rare milestone. So what do you do if you are  not good enough to represent your country? Well, there are other ways and means to follow your dream. Some take up coaching, some take up other roles like physiotherapist, trainer and so on which enables you to be part of a cricketing set up. For those who don’t fit into managerial roles, there are opportunities like umpires, curators, ground staff, and scorers.

If none of that interest you, then you can think of journalism. A profession that gives you the best seat to watch the game and bump into greats of the game like Virat Kohli, Ben Stokes and Pat Cummins.

If you win his trust, sometimes you will be tolerated to stand next to the great Shane Warne and enjoy a smoke. If you have been in the trade for long enough, John Wright will send you a text message to meet him for a beer. The problem is it never ends with one beer. When in  Christchurch, he will be your chauffer driving you around the city. Once there was a visit to the local gun shop to purchase bullets to scare away rabbits who destroy his farm. First time in life when you hold a gun, there are chills going down your spine. You also wonder how a sweet chap like Wright can be brutal when it comes to looking after his property.

Trust is very important in this game and if you had earned that trust, Sanath Jayasuriya in middle of a game in Nottingham will text you from the Manager’s phone asking you to go to the train station and buy him a return ticket to London that night.

For the 2006 tour of UK and Netherlands, Jayasuriya had been flown in as a replacement. Since he wasn’t in the original squad, he had got only his British visa but not the Schengen Visa. He was held up at the airport while rest of the team went through immigration. The officer then looked at him and said, ‘Listen, I  can’t let you go without the Schengen Visa. But then, they are all coming to see you and without you the games would mean nothing. So, you are good to go.’ Not often you can go through Gatwick without a Schengen Visa, unless of course you are Sanath Jayasuriya. The fan in you will see unique moments like that if you spend enough time watching the sport.

Five years later, again on a tour of UK, Kumar Sangakkara had been invited to deliver the Cowdrey Lecture. When asked for a pass to attend the speech, the MCC head of Communications turned you down saying there’s no free seats available. But the person provides a counteroffer, there are tickets available for GBP 120 though. So, if you want you can buy that from the ticket office. You get cold feet and all your enthusiasm goes away as 120 GBP is half of your monthly salary. But there are other ways to get around this delicate issue. The President of MCC that year in 2011 was late Christopher Martin Jenkins, bless him. He was a fine cricket writer and needs no introduction. All it took was a mail to the man known as CMJ. A free pass was at your feet in less than 30 minutes.

And what a night that turned out to be. Sanga got a standing ovation from the august gathering at Lord’s as he delivered a stunning speech off the cuff. Vijaya Malalasekara, a Cambridge blue and a former President of Sri Lanka Cricket was in tears. So were many of us, proud Sri Lankans.

When Sanga was new to the international circuit, he was a poor keeper. He once went and told coach Dav Whatmore that he wanted to leave practice early. Whatmore inquired why. Sanga said, ‘My mum is not keeping well.’ Without batting an eyelid Whatmore replied, ‘Your mum also.’

You also bump into leading politicians who are cricket lovers when you travel around the world. John Major and Ed Miliband frequent cricket grounds in England and at times you can discus cricket with them over a cup of tea. Then there’s John Howard of Australia, who calls himself a ‘cricket tragic’.

Once when the Sri Lankan team was in Australia they had visited the opposition dressing room after the game as it was the custom. Word went around that the Prime Minister of Australia was going to come over to greet the teams. The Sri Lankans were on their feet to greet the PM. As Howard entered the dressing room, someone shouted at him. “Hey John, how are ya. Come mate, come. Have a beer mate.’  That was Matthew Hayden. He  was in his underpants. The Sri Lankans were in shock. Chaminda Vaas mumbled to Rumesh Kaluwitharana, ‘imagine this happening in our country!’

Once Julia Gillard, another Aussie PM invited the Sri Lankans for tea at her Canberra residence. The press were invited too. As the Prime Minister moved about greeting the players she stopped at a fast bowler and asked, ‘How are you keeping.’ Our man replied, ‘I am not a wicketkeeper, I am a fast bowler.’

Imran Khan was Prime minister of Pakistan when Sri Lanka toured the country in 2019. Team Manager Ashantha de Mel sent word that he wanted to meet the Premier. They had been rivals in 1980s. They were called up to Islamabad and a few from the press accompanied some members of the team. Some officials of the World Bank were at his office to discuss a loan for Pakistan. They had to wait as Imran greeted his Sri Lankans friends. Imran was a man who got his priorities right.

Touring Pakistan poses a few challenges. If you are not staying in a five star hotel, you have got to go to the reception and order alcohol which will be delivered to you the next day. You have  to fill a form. The first question asked in that form is, ‘The drunkard’s name’. And the second question, ‘The drunkard’s father’s name’. You don’t feel having a drink after filling those first two questions.

Pakistan also gives you some exciting moments beyond the cricket field. The Sri Lankan team bus was shot at during their tour of 2009. The ground was cordoned off as the injured players were treated by medical staff before being airlifted to an airbase. Nobody was allowed in. Usually, the Sri Lankan passport is not well recognized around the world. But for once, when you went up to the elite forces guarding the ground and showed them your passport and said you are from Sri Lanka, you were allowed to go in. Then from there on, all the news organizations around the world be it BBC, CNN, SKY, NDTV, Reuters, they all depended on what you are saying from the ground.

So, if you are not good enough to represent your country in cricket, don’t feel disappointed. There are many ways to follow the beautiful game. The fan in you deserves it.

[cynicalsympathy]

Spoilers below

So I’ve just reached book 6 of Wheel of Time. The end of book 5 is giving me Feels and rethinking Moraine. But I need to ask, without spoiling how, do the female characters ever improve as people or only in their abilities? (Largely meaning: I can’t stomach Egwene after her behavior in chapter 15 of book 5, I thought she was Lanfear. RIP to Nynaeve’s self-confidence. Does she become a likeable person who cares about how she treats others or stay thinking of herself as above the rules forever?) Seriously, I need some motivation because there’s so much that’s getting old to read every other paragraph, certain characters are so annoying and always just the most wonderfullest, darling, sweet, intelligent, can-do-no-wrong-ever that I need to force myself to not skip entire chapters. It’s a 14 book series but damn! Move the mental maturity along a bit faster!

Given how often people think that Egwene’s headstrong nature means she could be Amyrlin, and Siuan muttering about hoping she has a supple spine, I think her story is going to stay on her own ambitions and trying to reach them via her magical strength but if she doesn’t grow out of this selfish, “I’m too good for rules, everyone else so dumb” behavior, I dread the life lesson that would teach her humility even as I hope she gets it just so she is tolerable again. However, I fail to see how Egwene gets a leadership position without such a lesson since she’s had no Leadership Arc described. Nynaeve had one under the old Wisdom and several years’ practice by book 1 and demonstrates keeping people in line, needing to problem solve, caring for strangers and friends under her protection; Elayne had training offscreen before we met her, she was sent to the Tower as part of that training, and we saw her help Rand with political advice. The boys all are getting Leadership Arcs where they learn on the fly: Rand had his dad in 2Rivers, now he’s The lord for Tear, chief of chiefs in the Waste, a lord in Cairhien and Andor, with the Wise Ones, the chiefs, and Moraine (& himself); Perrin is gathering Manetheren reborn with Tam the former soldier and the local leaders, the two Aes Sedai advising all of them; Mat’s has just begun but he knows he’s geared toward warfare and has two experienced soldiers (& Rand, if he asks for aid). All three think of their parents as role models in books 1--4. Egwene’s narrative has been the Apprentice Arc focused on her magic. There hasn’t been much about what she learned about leadership from her Mayor father and Circle mother, her Tower arc was entirely about making friends and improving her skills, the Falme arc left her with a trauma about loss of control, she hasn’t thought about the Wise Ones giving leadership lessons; when she exerts herself to be seen as an adult or be listened to, it’s been about being in control of others. I’m...not impressed by much of that. It tracks with trauma coping but how she treats others to get that control is... See how she rendered Nynaeve helpless, humiliated, and almost molested in the dream world while lecturing her on the dangers...while being a huge hypocrite and awoke thrilled that she got away with breaking the rules. Rules set in place for her safety but she is more worried about being denied teaching than being hurt and thinks she’s being held back. Later she tells Elayne to pass on to Nynaeve a threat of “next time will be worse!” Add the selfishness, thinking badly of others every other paragraph, thinking highly of herself but her actions state she’s not as great as she thinks...a leader who cannot see beyond herself is not worthy of her position. A leader who achieves power solely for herself is not a leader; a leader who believes “rules for thee but not for me” is not trustworthy and expects obedience without earning trust is a dictator. (She’s also the reason that Moghedien knew she could get Birgitte, Nynaeve, and Elayne with a trap. But you know, no consequences for women.)

But since so far there have been no real, lasting consequences for any women save Moraine and Birgette with little character growth in their world views, I doubt RJ will leave his “no consequences or vital failures, only rewards” path for the girls’ recklessness and mistakes. Which is really old and as tiresome as the constant put-downs of men and browbeating a man being acceptable relationship advise.

No Elayne, pants are not cooler than skirts; pants restrict airflow and so you get sweaty crotch soup down there. Watching her scream and stick her nose in the air after being denied belief about her identity and thus not obeyed for once was funny. She is sweet but sometimes so thoughtless of her actions that maybe she does need Lini to scold her. Was there a single thought in her head beyond “Adventure!” as she ran off from the Tower a second time? How does a princess not think about how her actions will effect her nation? How does Morgase like the idea of her daughter marrying a male channeler doomed to insanity and death AND the most power of that lot? If she says “HELL NO, YOU ARE GROUNDED FOREVER TO THE NURSERY, Rand I’m sorry, you’re nice but I refuse this”, what is Elayne’s plan? 

How will Andor feel about a queen disappeared twice from her responsibilities of learning to wield the One Power, once for a boy she barely knows and again for excitement, after the civil war that Tigraine’s vanishing sparked? It was nice that she worried of her friends’ safety against Black Ajah but Galad is right: the Amyrlin pitted disposable babes against monsters and allowed a politically valuable, non-disposable daughter to go along for the convenience of numbers. (Elaida could have publicly declared that fact, vowing to return Elayne to her mother safely and treat not even the lowest farmers’ daughter so callously as part of her coup. Public knowledge that Siuan escaped alive could add issues of mistrust to wandering Tairen women who act haughty and help prevent anyone from aiding Siuan for fear of combined Tower & Andor retribution. Given the widespread loathing of Aes Sedai, how many would turn down a chance at an Aes Sedai, at THE AMYRLIN SEAT HERSELF unable to use the One Power...Siuan’s abrasive personality would be a danger in itself. But Tower incompetency to properly use outsiders prevents that.) 

How will anti-Aes Sedai-control Andor accept an Aes Sedai queen who sees nothing wrong with running off on a whim and is obedient to the Amyrlin Seat? How will Elayne handle her anti-Aes Sedai subjects rejecting the Lord Dragon as her lover or Rand going insane? If that rejection turns into a riot, is Rand going to win her throne for her and thus be the real power behind her orders and fear of the Lord Dragon keeping her on the throne? Will she just decide to elope (letting her mother/people know how much their concerns weigh) or command them all to accept it and be happy for her? I would expect Morgase’s political enemies to have a field day wrecking her reputation and potentially casting doubts on Elayne’s right to rule; using the facts that Morgase kept her bard/lover on hand while married (Morgase used to sit on his lap and he doted on Elayne) and she ran off after finding out she wasn’t the only hen in Rahvin the rooster’s Lord Gaebril’s coop. Will there be any fallout of Lord Gaebril being so ‘persuasive’ with her, as Elayne takes the throne?

Did their makeout sessions involve getting to know each other as people beyond their mouths and her political advise? Is there a set time frame to conceive an heir if they officially wed, are there duties Rand would have as a queen’s consort, does he think its cute when she stamps her foot, is he ok that she might grow as tempermental as her mother? She was quick to try jumping into Thom’s lap because Rand might cheat, so she clearly doesn’t know him enough to trust him. Does Rand trust that she’ll put him and Andor before the Tower’s commands? She has already decided that she will bond him someday but is that even wise? Could the insanity affect her decisions? What if Rand says no, he can’t have an obedience compulsion to anyone, much less a queen beholden to the Tower? If he accepts the bonding, does that mean the Tower will believe she’s in control of him?

Otherwise:

I’m a little disappointed that Perrin isn’t Artur Hawkwing reborn to bring justice, especially after he hopes for some justice “in the king’s hand” as he and Egwene take shelter in the Ogier stedding back in book 1, later to give justice for the wolves and be truly Just in opposition to the White Cloaks. I think that was a missed opportunity on RJ’s part but there is a running theme of the established order being incompetent and corrupted so the experienced old-timers aren’t trustworthy leaders; Artur being reborn might lean more into “established order is good” territory instead of “rebirth means you get new chances” which is where I think Mat is starting to go as the Band is formed (if I’m correct to assume Mat is Aemon reborn). But if Mat the good-hearted gambler were Artur reborn...the spoilers I ran across would make a few later developments...very interesting.

Poor Rand. He doesn’t deserve any of this and he has no completely trustworthy advisors nor confidants at hand. He needs therapy, his dad, and a long nap. Mat is so verbal about no longer being friends due to the whole male channeler thing and Perrin was literally trying to forget that he and Rand were friends; he’s lonely and has no one who knows him well and won’t spill his secrets. Moraine may be a soldier and tried to be a political mentor at the end but she stayed a manipulator for so long that it’s hard to trust her motives even knowing she thought of the world’s survival, because with Siuan Sanche as her best bud and the usual White Tower behavior, how can a reader trust “save the world” doesn’t mean “save the world because it puts the Tower in more control”? 

Lastly: RIP ‘Jasin Natael’ I loved you as the Lord Dragon’s court bard and wish that tuft of grass had held on longer! I’ll miss your sass via music. 

But seriously, please someone anyone tell me that a certain character specifically and others in general do grow up in the maturity department and expand their worldviews. Don’t spoil how, please, because I do love the story despite some deep issues.

Edit: family interrupted me so I hit send without proof reading. Finished a few questions and lines of pondering, sorry for any mistakes.

[science-hoes]

Jealous

Summary: I’ve finally done it. I have written my first seggs fic. Get ready for some smut. Steve flirts with the Reader and Bruce gets super jealous.

Pairing: Bruce Banner x f!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, age gap, office sex, Steve Rogers

You were balancing a cupholder of coffees in your hand when you scanned your fingerprint for access into the lab. Tony often sent you on small errands for the team since you didn’t have a real job besides being an Avenger. Tony still helped Pepper run Stark Industries, Bruce switched between guest lecturing at renowned universities and taking up patients at the hospital in the city, Clint had his workshop and taught archery at a local high school, but you…well, you were still a college student. So on days that you didn’t have more than one class, Tony had you do “secretary” things. Like get coffee.

“Coffee is here!” Tony announced when he saw you enter through the glass doors.

Bruce turned around from the whiteboard he was writing on and rolled his eyes. “Tony, quit bothering her. She needs to be studying for her classes.” He scolded.

Since Bruce decided to take up for you, you handed him his coffee first. “You mean to assume that I’m not naturally smart like you and have to study?” You asked teasingly.

Bruce took the coffee from your hands, fingers brushing against yours in the exchange. A small zap of yearning electricity charged up your arm. “You don’t need to study?” Bruce deadpanned.

Tony walked over and plucked his coffee from the cupholder that you held. “Quit trying to find a way to get rid of my coffee mule.” He nagged before taking a much needed sip from the cup. “I’ve got to go anyway, Pepper needs some help with important company things. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You replied as Tony left the lab.

Bruce chuckled at your comment before leaning against the table that you had perched yourself on. “So how are your classes going?” He asked.

You shrugged, swinging your legs and watching your feet. “They’re alright. Besides, I’ve got the world’s smartest Avenger to help me whenever I want.” You responded playfully.

Bruce smiled, his cheeks blushing just noticeably. Just as he was about to make a snarky remark back to you, Steve walked into the lab. You both turned as the doors opened.

“Hey, Steve!” You greeted happily.

Steve grinned at you as he walked over. “Just the girl I wanted to see.” He responded.

Bruce simply nodded in greeting at Steve before walking back over to the whiteboard to continue his calculations. That was weird. But you turned back to face the soldier.

“What can I do for you, Cap?” You asked.

Steve placed his arm on the table you sat on, leaning against the frame, which brought his body closer to yours. His dry-fit shirt was hardly of any use because the fabric sculpted the shape of every single muscle and vein underneath. But hey, you weren’t complaining. “I need you to look into a person of interest that attends your university. Possible connection to a recent string of threats going to a SWORD agent. I left the files in your room to look over when you’re ready.” He explained.

You nodded as you soaked in the information. “Yeah, I can totally do that.” You agreed with a sparkling grin.

Your smile made Steve grin in response. “Great, just let me know when you get that done. Thanks, doll.” He said before moving to head out. “Doctor Banner, make sure you watch out for this one. She’s nothing but trouble.”

Bruce never turned around, but only responded “Yes, sir.”

Steve left, and you were still grinning like an idiot. “He called me doll.” You squealed turning back to Bruce.

“Mmhmm.” Bruce curtly mumbled.

You tilted your head in confusion before hopping off the table. “What, that’s not interesting to you?” You teased, placing a hand on Bruce’s shoulder to turn him around.

Bruce met your eyes, and you stumbled backward a bit. His eyes were electric green, and the patches of green were slowly crawling up his neck to his jawline. “No, it’s not.” He growled involuntarily.

You found yourself a little turned on from the feral sound that he made when he spoke. “Doctor Banner, are you okay?” You asked, bravely taking another step forward.

Bruce closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and letting it out. The green slowly faded from his neck, and when his eyes opened again, they were the dark chocolate brown that sparkled with the lights in the room. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He answered calmly, as if nothing happened.

But you could tell he was still very aware that he couldn’t play this off like he wanted to. You took another step forward, almost closing the distance between your bodies. “What the hell was that?” You demanded.

“It was nothing.” He answered as he turned back to his whiteboard and continued scribbling.

“You almost Hulked out on Steve!” You exclaimed, grabbing him by the tie to turn him back around to you.

Bruce wasn’t expecting to be forcibly moved like that, and he stumbled so that your bodies pressed together. The feeling of his exposed forearms brushing against your hands sent shivers down your spine. Your fingers brushed against the veins that you often stared at while you visited the lab.

“I did not almost Hulk out on Steve.” Bruce defended himself, pulling his arms from your hands.

You scoffed, but then grinned and jab your finger in his chest. “You were so jealous!” You exclaimed.

And that flustered Bruce more than anything. “No, I was not.” He tried to step backward, but you grabbed his tie again to keep him close to you.

“Really? It didn’t bother you that Steve called me doll? The 1940s equivalent of sweetheart?” You pushed.

And the flare of green that radiated from Bruce’s irises gave you the answer you wanted. He didn’t say anything in defense, trying to focus his energy on suppressing his intrusive thoughts.

“What are you gonna do about it? Just let him flirt with me like that?” You teased, but in a different sense.

Bruce didn’t realize how close his face was to yours until he could feel your sweet breath on his face. He carefully lifted his glasses off his nose as his vision became clearer with green eyes. “I want to make you mine.” He growled, his voice guttural and deep.

You reached your hands inside of Bruce’s lab coat and rested them on his hips. “Show me how.” You whispered.

And that sent him over the edge. Bruce grabbed your arm and dragged you into his office. He kicked the door shut and slammed you against it, kissing your neck with an unexpected force. You moaned at the sudden contact and the wonderful feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin as he sucked. He grabbed your thighs and effortlessly lifted you around his waist. You grabbed his face from your neck and directed his lips onto yours. Your first ever taste of him. He was so savory and you couldn’t get enough of him.

You shoved his lab coat off his shoulders and began quickly working at the buttons of his shirt before discarding it as well. You ran your hands eagerly across his skin, feeling the friction from his chest hair against your fingers. Your lips only parted so you could take in his appearance, something you’ve wanted to do for so long. His blood vessels bulging from his skin were illuminating with green, but he still wasn’t changing.

“Are you going to be okay?” You asked with concern.

Bruce nodded. “I’ve got this under control. Just let me have you.” He pleaded huskily.

You granted him permission by crashing your lips against his again. He grabbed your shirt and quickly ripped it off your body. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. But you were so turned on by his force. He shoved your bra up and his mouth moved down to your breasts, sucking roughly at each nipple, with a mix of gentle biting and tugging with his teeth. Your hands were tangled in his curly hair, pushing him closer to your body when he did something you liked. While he worked magic on your chest, he hiked your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side. His large fingers carefully worked their way inside, pumping against your walls. The sounds you made only drove Bruce more crazy.

You were trembling at the pleasure he was giving you. You felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and a white flash blinded your shut eyes as your first orgasm rolled through your body. Bruce gently kissed up your neck back to your lips and removed his fingers from inside you. You opened your eyes just enough to watch him suck your juices off his fingers. You moaned at the sight, somehow becoming more wet.

“You taste so good, baby.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Bruce shifted to balance you on his knee for a moment as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down. You could see his cock pressing defiantly against his underwear, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on it. You reached for his underwear and snatched them down. His cock sprung out, much larger than you would have ever expected. And it wasn’t even green.

“Do you think you can take it, darling?” Bruce asked you gently, brushing his fingers against your cheek.

You nodded eagerly. “Bruce, I need you.” You pleaded.

Bruce moved his hands up your thighs, positioning you above his cock. He slowly lowered you until the tip began to penetrate your pussy. You hissed from the sting as your walls were stretched.

Bruce pressed a kiss against your cheek. “Tell me what you need. Let me know when you’re ready for more.” He whispered lovingly.

The change in tone made your heart flutter. You nodded when you were ready to keep going. Slowly, Bruce lowered you until he was completely bottomed out in your pussy. He let out a shaky moan, almost a growl.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, refusing to move without your permission.

You nodded, digging your nails into his back. “I’m okay. Please keep going.” You begged.

And with that, Bruce pulled all the way out and slammed back into you with alarming power. You screamed at the wonderful feeling, scratching your nails down his back. Your screams only encouraged him to keep repeating the same action, emptying you completely and immediately filling you back up. But soon those thrusts became quicker and more rhythmic. He bounced you on his cock, gripping your hips tightly. Hopefully nobody opened the door to his office or else they’d be greeted with your bare ass.

It was only a matter of seconds before you felt another orgasm building up. “Bruce, I’m g-gonna come again.” You managed to say.

Bruce grunted as he felt your walls slowly tighten around him. “Gah, me too.” He buried his face in your neck, quickening his pace. “Where do you want me to come?” He asked.

You pulled him closer to you as you got closer and closer to your end. “Inside me, please. I want to feel you fill me up.” You begged.

And that was all he needed to hear. Bruce gave a few more powerful thrusts before you clenched around his cock and he coated your walls. He held you close to him, tucking your head into his shoulder as you both came down from your highs. You clung to him, taking deep breaths to calm down. Slowly he pulled out, and you felt his come drip out of you. He walked over to the couch that resided in his office and carefully laid you down on it. He grabbed the blanket that rested on top of it and wrapped it around you before sitting down as well. He lifted you into his arms and cradled your body close to him.

You noticed his eyes were back to normal and the green skin patches had vanished. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” You whispered.

Bruce chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe you should’ve made me jealous sooner.” He responded.

You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “See, I knew you were jealous.”

[staysuki]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐲𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 | skz smau

29— the afterparty.

genres: ot8!skz x reader, fluff, crack, angst, boarding school au, social media au, dark themes (in the future)— university au! they’re in college here

warnings: the whole season 1 story arc will deal with major themes of bullying— if you’re uncomfortable with such topics, I highly suggest you skip this arc altogether!

word count: 7k

a/n: thank you so much to everyone for tuning into SEASON 1 of EHALOJ <333. see you all next season!!

Looking back on it, you didn’t know why you agreed to this but also, you thought, “why not?” and your brain couldn’t think of a single reason as to why. As you walked inside the local mellow cafe, you were greeted by the sweet scent of roasted beans, the cold chill of the a/c, and the inviting sound of french bossa nova music over the speakers. It was such a nice day, the weather wasn’t too cold despite the upcoming winter season, but still, you opted for a cozy warm outfit just to match the aesthetic of this coffee shop. As you looked around, you immediately saw your date, already waiting for you on one of the tables, immediately standing up as he offered you a seat in front of him. He was dressed rather casually, a stark contrast to his usual sharp look as he also opted for a more homey warmth, giving you a sweet smile to match. It almost made your heart go crazy— almost, if not for the impending guilt building up in your stomach.

“I’m really glad you said yes, y/n.” Seungmin started as he handed you a cup of white mocha, he remembered your favorite, as well as a slice of pumpkin pie, just to match the occasion. He’s being very doting, and you couldn’t say you’d be the same.

“Ah you see, everyone else was happy to come as well..” You said hesitantly and your heart dropped at the confused expression in his face.

“WHAT’S UP MY BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS!!” If this was a sitcom, this would be the moment where the record scratches, the jazz music stops, as the whole cafe turns towards that loud-mouthed guy who had made his presence known from the door, as if he couldn’t wait to say hi until he crossed the last ten feet to your table.

“Jisung, don’t disturb the other customers!” Felix shushed him at the side while offering a polite bow of apology to the surprised patrons. Meanwhile, Jeongin and Minho didn’t bother sugarcoating the lecture as they just both went to grab Jisung by the mouth.

“What are they doing here?” Seungmin asked, looking at the four who went to order at the counter before going to your spot.

“I thought you wanted to go on a friendly date? I was expecting you’d bring Changbin and the others too!” You shot him a cheerful smile, well, your attempt at one, but you knew it looked more like a wince. Seungmin sighed, seeing right through your facade as you had both gotten to know more about each other’s tells as you got close after the halloween dance a week ago.

“If that’s what you’re more comfortable with then I guess it’s fine by me too.” Disappointment was apparent in his face as he stood up, and your heart dropped, thinking he was gonna walk away but instead, he surprised you by taking the seat next to you on the plush couch, your thighs touching together as he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his flare trained towards the four boys, watching them horse around. “I’m a bit sad though, I thought I’d be able to have you for myself.”

He scooted an inch away just as nonchalantly as he had whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine, you looked at him but he suddenly seemed more interested in drinking his coffee and scrolling through his phone than looking at you so you opted in gulping down your own drink to mask the sudden change of atmosphere between the two of you. Despite the cold establishment, you felt heat radiating between you both so you were glad when the four idiots finally came into view.

“Yah, Kim Seungmin, aren’t you sitting a bit too close to y/n? There’s other spaces over there.” Minho complained, nudging Seungmin away with his foot but the latter was adamant in keeping his spot.

“I got here first so I figured I’d give you guys the more spacious part, it’s only polite to do so.” He deadpanned as he evaded Minho’s kicks, still sipping on his coffee as he ignored Minho’s death glare. Nonetheless, your childhood friend was dead set on sitting next to you so he squeezed into your other side, making you press into Seungmin a bit more.

“I feel like that had the opposite effect of what you wanted to happen.” Jeongin pointed out, noticing the creeping blush on both you and Seungmin as your physical spaces collided. Not being able to take it anymore, you just raised your hands up in surrender, groaning at the childish acts.

“Ugh, enough of this, I’m sitting next to Jeongin,” you rolled your eyes in mock irritation to hide your flusteredness as the youngest gave you space to sit on at the very edge of the couch, you gave him a pat on the shoulder for being a good trooper.

“How’s your ankle and scratches, y/n?” Felix was first to ask, unbothered by Seungmin and Minho’s glaring competition as they telepathically pointed fingers on who made you want to leave their space. Felix knew that he’d have a better shot with you if he didn’t force himself onto you and push your buttons. On the other hand, you’re still adamant on not dating anyone, hence why you even invited four guys to an obviously planned date in the first place, just because you were too much of a pussy to decline Seungmin’s advances, because truth be told, he was smooth-talking his way into your heart.

“Doing better! I can’t take Seungmin enough for the hospital, it saved me a ton, or else I would be in crutches right now. It healed really well.” You said, shooting Seungmin a smile and Minho just rolled his eyes as the secretary smugly revelled in his chivalry, rubbing it all over Minho’s face.

“That’s good to hear, make sure not to exert yourself in walking too much though.” Jisung added, and your heart swelled ten times, though he was a nice guy, the times where he’s straightforwardly sweet was rare, oftentimes just preferring to joke about everything, so whenever he’d treat you with such care, you couldn’t help but see him in a different light. “But if your foot ever gets casted, can I be the first signature? I’ll write ‘first’, I’ve always wanted to do that.” He added, and you just sighed in defeat, Jisung will be Jisung.

“So not to make this awkward or anything—” Jeongin started, though everyone knew he lived for the drama so he was definitely intending to make things awkward, “—but why are we here, y/n? I mean, it’s obvious that this is your date with Seungmin so why are you cockblocking him with four guys, that’s just cruel.” He sipped his macchiato, his fox-like eyes trained on you in a challenging stare as your eyes stared at him in disbelief. He knew the answer to that, he had enough IQ and EQ to read through people, you didn’t need to tell him anything for him to get a grasp on a certain situation, but this troublemaking, drama-stirrer of a man was a menace-incarnate, hellbent on torturing you just for fun.

“Uh well..” Your eyes left Jeongin’s as you pinched him on the side, though he just swatted your hand away, you looked around the others and they all had their eyes on you. You were hoping that someone would save you but it seemed like they all wanted to hear the answer directly from your mouth even though they all already have a feeling as to why, but all you wanted to do was run away. “I think I’m late for class.”

“It’s Halloween break,” Minho quipped, making you groan in defeat. It was going to be Christmas break soon, not to mention the three-day Thanksgiving break— just how many breaks does this university have? It doesn’t even feel like you’ve been attending any classes at all!

You sighed, blowing out the stress as you exhaled, you glared at Jeongin whose eyes still had that twinkle of mischief as he waited for you to answer, instead, eyes trained down to his coffee cup, watching the way he mockingly sipped on it with a loud sound for dramatic effect, looking at you while he does so. Your eyes go back to his, and you could see the teasing smile in it, making you feel irritated.

“Perish.” You said to him, and before he could even react, you had slapped the cup further into his mouth, making him choke and spill the drink all over himself. You immediately bolted out of there after the distraction, making Jeongin shout at you. It was such a childish act but Yang Jeongin loved to play with fire, it was about time he got scorched because of it. The others also weren’t able to react right away, surprised with the sudden stunt you pulled with Jisung and Felix both going towards Jeongin to help him.

Minho and Seungmin, on the other hand, were both too stunned to react. The latter, however, understands that things may be a bit too overwhelming for you so he didn’t bother chasing after you. He felt bad for pressuring you to go on a date with him and instead, this shitshow happened. He should’ve jumped to help you when Jeongin put you under the spotlight but admittedly, he was also enjoying the teasing. Nonetheless, he didn’t expect for you to spill coffee on Jeongin in a desperate attempt to escape, it was commendable and amusing, Seungmin found it endearing.

Minho just scoffed, baffled at your apparent attempt at avoiding such matters of love, but it didn’t matter. He was a patient man. He had waited years. Looked for you for years. Now that you had come back in his life served on a silver platter, time was on his side— he was confident going against Felix and Seungmin, or even Hwang Hyunjin. He believed that he was better for you, you’ve got history after all.

Felix sighed, losing a bit of hope. As much as he liked you, there were just too many guys all waiting for a chance as well— which made sense, you were amazing in his eyes after all. You were strong yet caring, even though people have done you wrong, you were quick to forgive. Felix admired many of your traits, he loved every single part of you. He just wished that someday you’d be able to look at him the same way.

Jeongin and Jisung both looked at their friends, how their eyes of longing were visibly trained on the door you exited from, honestly, they felt bad— not only for the guys but for you as well. Everybody was already pining for your love, they can only imagine how much more difficult things would be if they acted upon their feelings as well. The two looked at the group and then to each other, as their eyes met, there was a silent understanding— a confession of sorts. Though they haven’t voiced their infatuation to anybody else, in that moment, Jeongin and Jisung both understood that they were on the same boat, no words were needed to be said as Jisung just sent the youngest a small smile and gave him a pat on the back before turning back to others with his usual chirpy self.

“We haven’t hung out in a while huh? How about we have a little guy’s night?” Jisung offered and surprisingly, the others pondered on it, not shutting down the spontaneous idea right away.

“Actually, I might know somewhere we could be.” Seungmin piped up, earning the other four’s curiosity.

You just ran, honestly you didn’t know where you were going but you just did. Not like you thought they were gonna chase you but you felt like heightening your adrenaline is a good way to release some of the suffocating pressure you had felt inside the coffee shop when that bastard Yang Jeongin decided to mess with you. You couldn’t even fully blame him, you called upon the cruelness of fate when you decided to invite four rambunctious men on a supposed calm coffee date. Had you not done that then maybe you would’ve just been sitting across Kim Seungmin, coffees in hand as you snuggled up on your individual couches separately, books in hand with small conversations in between. That’s what you liked about Seungmin, it was comfortable and easy, there was no need to force anything at all, it was as if he knew his place in the world and everyone who interacts with him fits his puzzle perfectly. Would you love to have that for a long time in an actual relationship? Maybe, but you didn’t feel like it’s quite the time yet.

As you rounded up the corner to the university, you suddenly slammed onto someone, making you fall on the ground, papers flying everywhere shielding you from properly seeing who you hit.

“I’m so sorry, oh my goodness!” You immediately went up on your feet to help them pick it up, your hands immediately meeting as you both went to pick up the same piece.

You looked up, only to find a set of familiar piercing eyes, but one thing stood out to you the most, “Your hair…”

Hyunjin immediately retracted his hand to run them through his now shortened hair, feeling a bit shy under your gaze as you took in his new look.

“Y-yeah uh, I had to follow school guidelines so..” He said as he pulled on the ends of his hair, already missing the comfort of it’s previous length.

“Took you long enough,” you said with a teasing smile on your face as you continued picking up the papers for him, he gave you a sad smile as you handed him the papers, about to go on your merry way before he stopped you on your tracks.

“Y/n..”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think.. I could have some of your time for a bit?” You looked back up at him and his eyes. Though it used to intimidate you, there was a certain softness to it now, a softness only directed towards you. A hint of loneliness dancing behind his brown orbs as he awaited your answer, his breath hitched in anxiousness as you held his gaze. Though the context is different, this was probably the longest you’ve held his eyes in a long while, and he missed having your eyes in his.

“Ok.” You shrugged and his shoulders sagged in relief.

“Should we go to the cafe near here?”

You immediately stopped in your tracks, not wanting to come across the five guys again, “Absolutely not.”

He looked at you oddly but decided not to pry, instead, he led you to the place where you last hung out before everything went to shit: the university garden.

“Oh I remember the last time we went out here. You cussed me out right after I got home.” You joked, looking back on that time Yeji had turned his brother against you. Hyunjin cringed at the side, shame immediately engulfing his senses.

“Sorry..”

“Chill, I was joking, come sit.” You invited as you sat on your past spot underneath a big tree. The grass was soft under your touch, remembering the last time you two were here, spending time in between milkteas and soft giggles.

Though the only reason you got close to Hyunjin in the first place is because you were scouting information against his sister, you realize that you’ve been genuine with him this whole time— and so was he. So he deserved to know that bit of information, at least.

Especially when you could tell that guilt was eating him up. That the lovely warmth between the two of you that day was replaced with a cold awkwardness as he tried to will himself to speak but come up with nothing. He felt embarrassed, thinking that he was wasting your time by taking you here and then proceeded to be silent.

“You know, the reason why I approached you in the first place was because of Yeji.”

He looked up, a bit confused as he waited for you to elaborate.

“A few days prior, we got an anonymous text which we found out was from Lia. She was desperate for help and wanted to move dorms,” You started which started a fire of guilt in his heart once again. “And then me and the others worked up a plan to help her, I was tasked to get close to you to ask about your sister, so that was why I tried to get close to you.”

“Oh..” Disappointment and hurt flashed across his face as he felt a tad bit betrayed. But who could he blame but himself? He’s been oblivious to everything this whole time which made everything worse for his sister’s victims. “I see.” He said as he defeatedly looked down, trying to blink away the tears that threatened to spill. He scolded himself for being so pathetic, it seemed like he couldn’t do anything right, that the only times you saw him was at his worst moments.

You held his cheek, willing him to look up as you brushed away the single tear that dropped, “But that doesn’t mean I was fake and ingenuine. Although you may think that I had an ulterior motive, everything that I said and did were all sincere. Please believe me.” You said, and how could he not believe you? He knew how big your heart was, you didn’t even wish ill towards Yeji even though she left you with a scratched cheek and a sprained ankle.

“I believe you. It’s just that… I’m such a shitty person.” He said, holding your hand before placing it back on your leg, as he hid his face on his palms.

You gave him reassuring pats on the head, letting him breathe for a moment. “I don’t think you’re that shitty anymore.” You said, looking at the papers he was carrying. “That’s for Yeji, right?”

You feel him nod underneath your hand, his shoulders shaking as he tries to stifle back the soft sobs. You felt your heart crack seeing him break down in front of you so you scooted closer, pulling him in to rest his head on your shoulder. He openly welcomed your embrace, but he kept his face hidden, embarrassed to let you see such a weak side of him.

You picked up the papers, examining them one by one. All of them were personally handwritten notes made by Hyunjin to each one of Yeji’s victims. All of them were different and unique to each person, not a single sentence repeated aside from the numerous apologies. You could tell that he spent so much time working on these, with the last few pages showing the tiredness in his handwriting. The other papers were lecture notes from Yeji’s classes which he probably collected so that his sister could catch up.

Despite the fact that Hyunjin felt betrayed and blindsided by everyone around him, you could tell that he also has a big heart— doing his best to make up for his wrongs in the most sincere way possible as well as forgiving the people around him that caused him such hardships. You hated seeing him hurt but learning about his sensitive side made you look at him in a different light— in a way, perhaps you two weren’t so different.

After a few moments, he had calmed down, finally removing his hands from his face as he reached for a handkerchief in his pocket to wipe away the tears from his puffy face. “Sorry.” He muttered but you just shook your head.

“What are you sorry for?”

“Everything?” He questioned in a hushed tone as he looked at you with glistening eyes. He looked like such a soft child, it made your heart crack.

“I already told you that I forgive you. I’m not mad at you anymore, I thought you’d be mad at me.” He looked at you incredulously, his head snapping up to face you as he left the comforts of your shoulder. “Why would you think that? I can never be mad at you, y/n!”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Because you were siding with your sister and I thought if you found out that I only talked to you because I wanted to scope her out it would make you feel betrayed.”

“I see your point but I know Yeji is in the wrong now, so that means so was I. You were valid in what you did and I know I wouldn’t’ve budged otherwise.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, “I really appreciate that Hyunjin, you’ve grown so much, I’m proud of you.” The smile you gave him was enough to break down his remaining walls, and he was so afraid at how easily you could make him submit to you.

Your forgiving personality was like a light in his life, reminding him that he’s worthy. He held nothing but adoration for you in his eyes, how could you be so good to him even after everything? He was so enamored by you that he didn’t even realize he was already slowly leaning in, wanting to be closer to you than ever. The last time you were here, he gave you a kiss on the cheek as farewell, but this time, he had his eyes locked straight on your soft lips, imagining how it would feel against his own.

He was going to kiss you, and you were letting him. He saw no hesitation in your eyes as he leaned closer inch by inch, instead, your eyes drooped shut in anticipation which made his heart go erratic.

You didn’t know why you were letting him kiss you, you didn’t even know if you liked him that way yet. You felt bad that your actions may lead him on but right at that moment, with your walls defenseless against his warm puffy eyes and inviting lips, your selfishness gave into your curiosity in finally feeling his plump pink lips.

You could feel his breath mixing with yours as he cupped a gentle hand on your jaw to angle yourself better, you let him lead as he finally braved to close the gap— only to be interrupted by a ball flying in your direction, stopping the both of you from meeting in between.

“Sorry about that!” Your heads both snapped to a cheery Australian voice in the distance, seeing a jogging Chan making his way towards your spot.

Suddenly, you were both pulled out of your emotional dazes as Hyunjin let go of your jaw at the same time that you scooted away from him.

“Was I interrupting something?” Chan asked not-so-innocently as he picked up the soccer ball that landed in front of you.

Neither of you could give a proper answer so the president just shrugged, “Well, I’m glad to see you two are on good terms either way.”

Yup. Definitely on good terms. So good, in fact, that you almost let him kiss you in public.

“If you guys aren’t busy, we have a small party in the student council, our own halloween party if you will.”

“It’s like 3PM.” You quirked your eyebrow in response to him and he just laughed.

“We deserve a break too, you know! And all of us want to get home early so we’re celebrating at this hour. Seungmin didn’t attend though so it’s a bit sad missing one person.” Chan said, a knowing smile on his face saying that he definitely knew why Seungmin wasn’t around. Though if he thought of you any differently after catching you and Hyunjin, he didn’t let on.

Though you knew by now to assume that no information gets past the student council president, he simply just chooses which information to react to, and which information is worth his time. He’s pretty scary in that way but honestly, you enjoyed seeing how he judges such situations. Which guys to tease and which tea to divulge to whom. It seems like he’s a master at walking on eggshells that it became a default as you noticed how he didn’t mention you two’s almost-kiss or the fact that as far as he knows, you’re supposed to be with Seungmin right now.

“I think I’ll pass, I still have a lot to do, but you should go, y/n.” Hyunjin gave you a small smile as he stood up, brushing the grass off his trousers as he collected his papers back in his arms and giving you one last look of farewell before leaving you with the president.

“How is he?” A serious expression was painted in Chan’s face as he studied Hyunjin’s retreating figure, his carefree smile now gone as he worried for his dear friend. Though Hyunjin still felt tired and emotional, his shoulders were no longer slumped as he walked away, no longer wanting to hide underneath his baggy hoodie as he relished the short bittersweet moment you had shared moments prior. Though it was interrupted, you had done the job of recharging his energy to keep him going. To keep him from breaking down once again.

“I’m not sure. But he’ll be alright, hopefully.” You said, following his eyes to Hyunjin who finally rounded the corner away from the garden, no longer to be seen by the two of you.

“Mind if I sit? Or is this spot special to the both of you..?” He teased which made you roll your eyes as you offered him the space. He played with the soccer ball as he basked in the calm silence, the sound of birds in the distance as the greenhouse preserved the summer energy in contrast to the october cold.

“You’re so scary, y/n.” He started, his eyes trained in the distance as you confusedly reacted to his sentence.

“What do you mean?” You laughed hesitantly, unsure of his tone. He sounded teasing but cold at the same time, though you knew that Chan was a kind-hearted man, you’ve seen glimpses of when some hidden anger bubbled up from within him— and it was intimidating. You couldn’t read his face at all.

But he smiled, finally looking back to you, and you felt your shoulders loosen, “Nothing. It’s just that you have such a strong effect on everyone around you. You make them strong and weak at the same time.” He shrugged, you just nodded, not knowing what to say. As much as you wanted to deny it, you weren’t exactly blind to everyone’s reactions, especially for the ones who voiced their feelings straightforwardly.

“You’re like a double-edged sword. You make people feel special but at the end of the day, they will get hurt. Right?” Once again, his smile was gone as he stared right into your eyes.

“I—“ You were speechless. You knew exactly what he was pertaining to. It’s not like you could act totally innocent and defend that you were treating them as a friend— you were going along with some of their whims, sometimes. Hyunjin was proof of this. You finally felt Jeongin when he said that he couldn’t say no to the girls who asked him to the dance. Right in this moment you realized that you’ve had a hard time saying no to the guys too, even having to pull Seungmin along with your schemes just to escape from Felix and Minho only for the secretary to become attached to you too.

“I’m grateful for your help with the Yeji situation and I think you're a wonderful, kind girl. I couldn’t be happier that you’ve found a safe space here in this university. I’m glad that my pals found a friend in you too— but that’s all there is, right? Just friends?” Chan questioned, which you nodded, unable to form words. You felt like a child being lectured. Although the president was being careful with his words, you knew the underlying meaning in his words, what he’s building up to. You felt chastised.

He nodded in acknowledgement to your reaction, continuing, “You see, these guys are my friends too. I’ve seen them at their worst but it still always hurts me to see them in pain. It’s not that I’m trying to pull them away from you but I don’t want you to hurt them either.” He said with full sincerity, making you feel guilty.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“Seungmin was excited to go on that date today. Then I see you almost kissing Hwang even when you already rejected him.” You inhaled sharply as he finally went straight to the point. “Don’t misunderstand, I’m not slutshaming you or anything. You have every right to do whatever you want— but these are my friends. People whose feelings I care for. I’ve already seen Hyunjin cry over you once, I don’t want to see it all over again. I don’t want to see it happen to Seungmin, I don’t want to see it happen to Felix.”

A direct shot to the heart. Every sentence pierced straight into your heart as you exhaled shakily. “I-I’m sorry.”

He just laughed dryly, still staring you down. “Why are you apologizing to me, y/n?” You shrugged and he just shook his head.

“They deserve some closure. All of them. Lee Minho too.” You nodded, taking heed of his words. You made a mental note to talk to each one of them and give it to them straight in a way that won’t let them have any hopeful feelings. But how will you do that when you’re just as confused? You liked all of them, you couldn’t choose, they all seemed great and choosing one over the other made you wonder what you’ve missed out on with the other.

“Well, I didn’t mean to scare you off or go on a depressing tangent. Why don’t we go to that party eh?” He stood up, offering his hand and you carefully took it as he helped you up. Making your way back to the student council room where the party was being held.

On the way, Chan made some light small talk about your dorm and about Lia, making jokes about some student council shenanigans like how Changbin and Ryujin both act like an old married couple whenever they lectured Yuna when she’d slack off on her duties.

You were glad for the light conversation, wanting to move on from the heavy bomb that he dropped on you moments prior but it still nagged at the back of your mind.

“Do you hate me now?” Your mouth opened up before you could even realize, not even knowing why you had asked such a question, Chan stopped in his tracks in front of you as he looked at you confused. Perhaps it was the lingering insecurity from words you’ve heard before, making you doubt who you were as you continued, “Do you also think I’m a who—”

He didn’t let you finish as he placed his index finger on top of your lips, effectively making you shut up. His face loomed over you, his eyes dead set on yours. “Don’t say that about yourself y/n. I don’t think that at all.”

His proximity made you gulp as you nodded, his finger slowly dropping from your lips to give you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He smiled, his usual friendly smile that made you feel like everything’s alright. Though he wasn’t mad, you could tell that he was just disappointed. And you couldn’t tell which was worse.

Noise permeated from a door at the end of the hallway, and you didn’t need to read the sign to know that it was the student council office. As Chan welcomed you inside, it felt like that one meme where the guy enters the apartment only to go back and see chaos ensuing (the Community meme with Donald Glover)— even Chan was taken aback to see Ryujin wrestling Jisung on the ground, trying to smack his face with a plate of pumpkin pie. Yuna and Jeongin were both filming as Felix tried to hold off Lee Minho in helping Ryujin while Seungmin and Changbin stood to the side like frustrated parents, not even bothering to do anything about it anymore.

“What the hell is this?” Chan greeted in mock anger, but his face was plastered with a wide smile, heart swelling with joy to see his friends all having fun together (kinda). Even happier to see that Seungmin and the rest had decided to join.

“Welcome back prez! We were just trying to prank Jisung!” Yuna explained, waving towards the two of you as she kept the camera pointed to the scene.

“Prank my ass! You tackled me to the ground with pie in your hands!” Jisung shouted as he tried to shield his face from Ryujin.

“Yeah! That’s the prank, dumbass.” Ryujin snided with a snicker that was reminiscent of an evil laugh, making you shudder.

You see Chan breathe for a few moments beside you before he fully goes inside the room, grabbing the pie from Ryujin and helping Jisung up, “Alright alright, I think that’s about enough of that.”

“Boooo!” Jeongin was the first to react, making everyone else laugh.

“I didn’t expect you guys would be here.” You responded to the five men who were in the cafe earlier.

“Seungmin invited us!” Felix piped excitedly, looking happy to be here.

As you finally enter inside, you see the quaint office littered with small halloween decor, as well as some party streamers. Though it looked neat, it was enough for the room to feel festive, except for the plain white banner that says “It Is Halloween.”

The sign made you burst out laughing, pointing at it then looking towards Seungmin, “This you?”

You see Changbin laugh at his side, nodding, nudging the secretary teasingly, making him look away with a blush, “It’s efficient!” he reasoned.

“Seungmin’s designs are always my favorite part. Last year on Christmas, he ordered a tarpaulin print of a christmas tree instead of a real one.” Ryujin reminisced, making everyone laugh out loud.

“He said it conserved space!” Yuna added.

Though he looked so embarrassed, you could tell that Seungmin didn’t mind being laughed at, he was someone who stood by his beliefs and even though others found it funny, he would never stop doing it. That made you admire his sense of companionship and sense of humor.

“True though, it did conserve space. Although it was quite awkward to see gifts underneath a 2D picture of a christmas tree hanging on a wall.” Changbin teased.

Seungmin scoffed mockingly, “Still better than when Han Jisung ordered a blow-up bounce house rendition of The Last Supper for thanksgiving.”

Jisung stopped laughing, looking at him incredulously for throwing him under the bus, “Hey! I wanted people to have fun! What about that time Lee Minho signed up his three cats in the Christmas charity giving last year because his cats are his ‘kids’!”

The older one feigned punching Jisung, making the younger hide behind Chan who was just watching everything unfold with a dad-like smile. “I don’t see the problem there. My cats deserve gifts too, they’re much better than snotty children.”

“Snotty children who are handled by charities, what an all-time low for you, Minho.” Felix piped up, wanting to join in on the fun, though Felix is also just salty because of how Minho tried to take you away from him.

Everyone looked at Minho, thinking he would bite back, or worse, make Felix eat dust, but instead he just flipped off the freckled boy with a roll of his eyes. Making others notice how he had softened up to the group— he wouldn’t be in the council room otherwise!

Soon enough, everyone just went to grab their own plate of refreshments and split up to talk amongst each other, yet even though there were various conversations happening all throughout, it was still a united front. With Ryujin sometimes shouting over to ask something from Seungmin who was on the other side of the room.

It was loud, but it was fun. The energy never died down.

Meanwhile, you didn’t join in on any particular group, but instead, opted on listening in to everyone’s conversations.

You heard Jisung excitedly talking to Changbin about how he was so cool during the halloween party in his DJ set, making the older one wave him off embarrassedly. Changbin gestured for Jisung to follow him in the corner of the office room where he showed Jisung some music stuff in his laptop, and you saw the younger one’s eyes glow in excitement, practically jumping up and down on his feet.

You can see Chan, Seungmin, and Jeongin, just talking to each other near the window, you can see their eyes just looking towards the people having fun, serene expressions on their faces but you could tell that they were in the midst of a serious conversation that you felt bad for listening in.

So instead, you turned towards the final group, Yuna, Ryujin, and Felix who were all just bothering Minho, who felt a bit awkward in the group. You opted on joining them instead, wanting to help your childhood friend out who was being bombarded with interview questions.

“Minho looks like he wants to get out of here.” You commented as you sat beside Ryujin.

“Hey! We’re just trying to get to know him,” Ryujin defended.

“He won’t budge though, but I’m sure y/n can make him talk.” Yuna said, wiggling her eyebrows, and at the corner of your eyes, you see Felix pout a little.

“I’m not gonna be a sell-out.” You said with a mock roll of your eyes, not wanting to take anyone’s side. THe five of you just got into a casual conversation about nothing and everything. You sometimes even shared stories from before you transferred to JYP-U.

“You lived in Dulbi district?” Yuna asked incredulously, “That’s like, cross country almost!”

“I mean, I still live there, yeah. Minho used to live there too.” You said, pointing towards your childhood friend and he just nodded.

“Oh so Minho was the first one to escape the crutches of poverty— Ah I mean—” Ryujin panicked as she looked towards you, but you just gave her a small smile.

“It’s fine, it’s not like you’re wrong. I live in a poor town, why do you think I called myself a charity case when I first got here?” You joked, but your shoulders were tense, making Ryujin wince at her poor choice of words.

“I thought you were just being modest.” Yuna commented but you could tell she was trying to walk on eggshells.

“My father got a nice job so we were able to transfer.” Minho commented, steering the topic to focus on him so that it’d be away from you. Your shoulders sagged in relief, silently thanking Lee Minho and his perceptiveness.

“That’s so great! I couldn’t imagine high school without you.” Felix commented at the side, turning the topic to a lighter conversation.

They all reminisced about high school life, and although you weren’t around at that time, you enjoyed listening to their stories and their history. You found out that Minho and Hyunjin used to be inseparable, making you wonder what had happened to them now. Soon enough, everyone else inside the room joined in on the conversation, making everything feel more fluffy as stories and laughs were shared all over the room.

It wasn’t until you all heard the door open, all heads turned to the direction of the person who had made their presence known. Everyone had mixed reactions, some were frozen in shock, some were indifferent (Minho), while some were highly confused.

“I’m back bitches!”

You hear Chan gulped in shock as he muttered under his breath, making it known who it was— “Vice President..”

SYNOPSIS:

JYP University… You didn’t know what to expect, especially since you were simply just a charity case to a prestigious boarding school. You were intimidated— and rightfully so. After all, there’s only so much fun you can have till the pressure of college life gets to you.

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[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Two of Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 4,065

Notes: Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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‘Oh my god…he asked me on a date’ was all you heard from outside the guestroom when you got changed into your clothes.

‘Who? Jeremy?’ you asked, poking your head into the hallway at the same time Cillian did while Denise was jumping up and down in excitement like a young schoolgirl. She had been interested in Jeremy for about six months and, finally, things began to develop.

‘Yes Jeremy. He wants to go to the movies tonight but I told him that you are visiting so…’ Denise said with excitement, causing Cillian to roll his eyes while you cheered her on with excitement.

‘You should still go. I will be fine here on my own’ you said while Cillian shook his head in disapproval.

‘No, you shouldn’t’ he then joked and Denise sighed immediately.

‘Dad, stop listening to our conversations, please…’ Denise said, but Cillian simply began to laugh and told her to enjoy herself and be safe.

After all, Denise was almost 22 and he couldn’t really control what she was doing. Nonetheless, he was concerned and reminded her to call him or her brother in case she runs into trouble.

‘Do you think I should?’ Denise asked and you, of course, reassured her that it was fine. She should cease this opportunity to get to know him better and you decided to spend the day at the local mall to buy her an outfit for the occasion.

***

After the outfit had been sorted, you dragged your friend to the lingerie store which is where you decided to treat yourself to some sexy underwear as well.

‘What do you think?’ you asked, featuring a black lacey lingerie set with matching suspenders.

‘Whoa Y/N, that’s hot. You should get it for, you know, whenever you might get the chance to wear it’ Denise teased before asking you again about one of the guys at your university in whom you were interested in.

‘He is married, so I am not stupid enough to pursue it’ you explained, causing Denise to cringe.

‘Jesus, how old is he?’ she asked, but you weren’t so sure.

‘Late thirties, I think. I am not sure. He works as a lecturer in a different department’ you explained and Denise couldn’t help but shake her head and tell you to look at men around your own age.

The truth was, men your age didn’t interest you. You had been with two men before, both in their early twenties and neither of them were able to satisfy you.

***

Later that evening, after your friend Denise had left the house in order to attend her date with Jeremy, you took the time to talk to her father Cillian in the living room.

‘She's been talking about this Jeremy for a while. I think they're a thing but she won't tell me’ Cillian shrugged with a slight chuckle, hoping that you would reveal more to him.

‘Listen, I am Denise’s friend, I am not going to tell you anything she doesn’t want me to tell you’ you laughed, knowing exactly what he was doing, using his charm to source information.

‘That’s fair…it was worth a try though, right?’ Cillian chuckled and you nodded with a smile.

‘Absolutely’ you grinned awkwardly in response, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘Well, I think you are being a very thoughtful friend for not crashing her date’ he then chuckled and, just as he did, Denise’s brother barged out of the front door with a loud ‘see ya’.

‘Uhm, yes…Looks like it’s just us huh?’ you said somewhat nervously and Cillian nodded reluctantly while you looked at his lips and back up to his eyes and then back down.

The way you looked at him threw Cillian off and he began to stammer when responding to your observation.

‘Yes, uhm listen, just make yourself feel at home. I am going to…’ Cillian said but, just before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

‘Cillian’ you said somewhat abruptly after you licked your lips, which is when you realised that he was going to say something else.

‘Yes Y/N?’ he inhaled, closing his eyes as he turned his head to the side. It took every muscle in his body to keep a safe distance from you.

‘No sorry…you were saying something…go on’ you stammered.

‘No, it’s alright, you first’ he responded and, just as he did, you grabbed Cillian’s hand which was clenched in frustration at his side and his eyes jolted open and his attention snapped back to you just as he had worked up the ability to turn away.

‘I wasn’t being a thoughtful friend for not crashing Denise’s date. In fact, I was being selfish’ you explained as you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around the back of Cillian’s neck.

‘Selfish in what way?’ he asked and, just as he did, you leaned towards him and pressed your lips onto his, catching him by surprise.

‘Y/N, I don’t think that is a good idea’ Cillian said, immediately breaking the kiss and stepping away from you.

‘I am twice your age Y/N. I could be your father for god’s sake’ he then huffed out but, despite his words of discouragement, what had developed in between his legs was rather encouraging.

‘I know and I am fairly sure that I am not the only twenty something year old out there who is attracted to you’ you chuckled before continuing on. ‘But, if you aren’t attracted to me then that’s totally fine and I am sorry for having crossed a line’ you said, biting your lip nervously as you began to unbutton your summer dress, slowly revealing the lingerie you had bought earlier that day.

‘Let me get this straight Y/N. You stayed here to seduce me?’ Cillian gulped while watching you undress eagerly.

‘Yes, pretty much’ you chuckled. ‘I’ve been fantasising about this for years’ you told him before you pulled him closer by his neck.

‘I want you to sleep with me’ you whispered, running your hand over his crotch and it was becoming way too difficult for Cillian to control himself.  

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian sighed as his hands automatically fanned out over your hips and melded them together at the core. Your stomachs pressed to one another and your breathing increased with the sudden flash of heat radiating from both of your bodies.

Giving into his desires, Cillian unleashed a hard kiss on your soft lips and you were knocked off balance somewhat but he was holding you in place by your hips just above where you were propped against the back of the couch.

Your eyebrows raised unintentionally by the sudden shift in speed and you fired back licking his lips in request that he part them.

He complied and you slid your tongue just far enough to touch his and flicked it up and down quickly before pulling back. Cillian took a deep breath as he followed your tongue back into your mouth.

You lifted onto your toes to better reach Cillian’s lips and, with your movement, you felt his grip tighten on your hips.

Cillian then pulled himself further into your core which pushed you further onto the back of the couch. Cillian was trying to stay calm and you loved that and hated it at the same time. You couldn't help but want to speed him up as you could already feel his racing heart pounding against his rib cage and vibrating through your chest.

Cillian’s soft tongue retreated after licking your pink quivering lips. You shivered as you felt his fingertips squeeze tighter on your hips. You sucked his bottom lip between yours and grazed your teeth as deep as they would naturally go. You felt his jaw clench. In fact, you felt every muscle in his body tensing and then tensing more.

Your feet had been dangling but now your ankles were locked behind his knees. You didn't remember consciously placing them there but, then again, you didn't remember consciously doing anything since the moment you kissed him.

Your hand pulled him by the nape of his neck further into your mouth and he groaned accidentally then rolled his eyes at his uncontrolled noise.

Cillian then leaned you backwards, your entire weight and his depended on his feet being grounded. You tied your ankles tighter around the back of his knees and held your breath.

Eventually, Cillian moved his hands from your hips down your thigh using as much pressure as he could manage before he spread his fingers out as he journeyed just as ferociously back up.

You tilted your head back, closing your eyes and using your sense of touch to the full while inhaling Cillian’s scent. He looked up, seeing your soft closed eyes and plump lips in ecstasy and his view trailed down your neck and between your breasts. His hands slid gentle and firm around your back and he gripped the small of your back with powerful fingertips.

He felt you shiver and he let his tongue slid up from the centre of your collar bone to the centre of your throat where he felt you suddenly gulp.

‘Are you sure that this is what you want Y/N?’ he asked, pausing momentarily.

‘Yes Mr Murphy…’ you stammered, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.

‘Cillian I mean’ you giggled while taking a moment to let your summer dress drop to the floor.

‘Jesus fucking Christ’ he said as he saw you standing there in your new sexy lingerie and you couldn’t help but smirk.

‘This is all yours. I want you to fuck me’ you said and, without losing any time, Cillian kissed along your neck, over and over.

‘Trust me, I will’ he smirked as he nibbled on your neck.

He noticed that every time he breathed in, you did also. And every time he exhaled, you exhaled.

Eventually, he caught your lips with his again as his hands firmly caressed up her back and retreated down, a little further than before.

Cillian felt your eyes on him. Your breath was sweet on his lips, it made him want to breathe deeper. It seemed impossible for either of you to get any closer than you were and he felt a desire for you which he hadn’t felt for any woman in years.

You whispered his name which sent shivers down his spine. He signalled his hand to unintentionally hold you tighter while you flexed your fingers on his shoulders, digging your nails past his shirt.

Cillian looked down at your lips as they quivered your whispers. He placed his lips on yours again, not pressing but rather barely touching them.

‘Y/N’ Cillian whispered and his word was a mood and name and definition all wrapped in one. It was the answer to your unasked question. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Cillian flexed his fingers into your thighs and lifted you up from the couch. You latched on, tightening your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He waited there, kissing you long and hard before he could even think of where to put you, if he ever wanted to put you down.

You smiled on his lips, trailing kisses to his ear and whispered ‘come with me’.

You let your fingers unzip themselves from behind his neck and your torso flung back onto the couch. You now hung up-side-down, legs still latched onto his waist. You smiled up at him and he let his fingers roam your entire body for a moment.

Both his hands pressed firmly as he explored and he started at your thighs and pressed into your tight belly. He completely encased your rib cage with his large hands before lightening his touch as he began to caress your breasts.

‘Oh god, please don’t stop’ you moaned as, finally, Cillian hoovered over you and you were laying under him. You loosened your legs and lengthened your body, your arms gripping the armrest to one end of the couch and your toes reaching for the other arm rest.

Cillian made it first priority to grab your face with both hands and hold you in the longest, hottest kiss he knew you would ever have. He kissed down your neck and you used your strength in your arms and legs to press yourself up into his mouth as he unclasped the front of your bra and let his tongue flick over your nipple.

It was too much for you to try and keep your hands from his body and you fought to keep your hands from trembling at the least as you streamed your fingers through his hair and made a request by tugging him further into your breast. He complied willingly, for a moment but was soon lost over your long flat stomach that he could feel quiver under his tongue.

He adored how nervous you were and how much you wanted it all at the same time.

‘Relax Y/N. We can stop whenever you want’ Cillian said reassuringly but stopping was the last thing you wanted him to do.

‘Don’t stop, it feels good’ you huffed out as you could barely focus your eyes as you looked down at him just as his hands melted into your panties and lifted you up by the ass in order to take them off.

His face was so close to your aching core and you gave up trying to watch him when your vision blurred from the throbbing heat wave through your body.

When Cillian finally pulled down your lace panties you heard a high pitched squeal that, a moment later, you realised came from your clenched teeth.

‘Take me Cillian, please’ you repeated at this moment and Cillian hesitated as long as he could, almost saying something but not being able to express the thought.

You could see that he was holding back. He was still reluctant and it wasn’t until you arched your back suggestively that he gave into you.

The width of his shoulders pushed your knees apart, opening you wide for him as he kissed you just above your core, causing you to moan.  

You shuddered at his hot breath against your pussy and soon felt his fingers join in, running gently over your soaking mound.  

Then, finally, you shouted, a gasp and yell all wrapped up together, as his wet tongue lapped at you, long steady strokes over your entire wetness while he held your pussy with two of his fingers.

It felt sensational and it was difficult for you to keep quiet. Luckily, both of Cillian’s children were out and you could be as loud as you wanted to be.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned as his tongue circled around your clit, flicking at it, then returned lower to slide inside you as far as he could go, then back up again to your clit.

Your hips involuntarily started pushing up against him and it wasn’t long until the feeling of him pleasing you like this became too much.

‘Don’t stop’ you moaned as he used his hands to spread you open even wider while circling your clit.

You bucked, writhing against him as his tongue ran over your clit.

As his tongue kept on at you, you felt yourself climbing and climbing and climbing towards an unfamiliar feeling. It was intense and was unlike anything else you had ever felt before. You knew what it was, but yet, you didn’t expect it. Not so quick and not by him just using his tongue and fingers.

When he finally sucked your clit into his mouth, you were sent over the edge. ‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver as he continued to suck and lick until you slowly calmed down.

‘That was quick’ Cillian chuckled and you couldn’t help but laugh and cry all at the same time.

‘Oh Jesus…that…I didn’t…I didn’t expect that’ you huffed out, causing Cillian to laugh and look at you with some confusion.

‘What did you expect?’ he wondered as he pulled his t-shirt over his head in readiness for what was to come yet.

His body was simply perfect and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment.

‘I just didn’t think that I could come like this’ you eventually whispered and, without responding to your comment, Cillian moved up and kissed your lips hard and you took it with a moan as you let your fingers rake down his long torso and undid his jeans in one fast motion that was done before he knew what happened.

‘I want to feel you inside me’ you whispered into his lips and he painfully sighed and kissed you again, both his arms held him above you on either side of your waist. Your hands worked his jeans and briefs down just enough for you to release his tremendously hard cock and you pulled him directly over her.

Cillian looked down into your face that radiated heat and hunger. You bit your lip as you let one of your arms free and clutched the back of Cillian’s neck and engulfed yourself in his mouth again. Just as your tongue glided over his, h couldn’t hold back any longer and he drove his hard cock into you.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned. You were so wet he barely had to push himself into you although your tightness made both of you wince in pleasure.

‘Fuck you are so tight’ Cillian groaned before he bit down on his lip as he ventured deeper into you. He shut his eyes momentarily to manage to catch his heart before it pounded out of his chest.

You inhaled sharply and, just as you did, those last few inches of Cillian’s hard cock were completely enveloped in you. You clutched your ankles behind his and gripped his back with your short, unmanicured nails.

The ecstasy came in quick hot waves that they were thrown into together every time Cillian pumped into you or you thrusted up toward him.

Cillian thrusted into you over and over again and you began to moan louder than before. You experienced an uncontrollable urge to howl that you could barely hold back and Cillian shut his eyes and gripped you as tightly as he could manage.

You both used every muscle in your bodies to create one living, writhing creature rather than two. Eventually, you cried out Cillian’s name and he took you with the deepest most passionate kiss he ever possessed as you spiralled into a lazy heap.

You fucked for what appeared like hours and you were so close to your release and so was Cillian.

It wasn’t long until Cillian could feel your walls tightening around him as your moans were getting louder and your breathing became laboured.

‘Don’t come yet’ you huffed out in between moans, which took Cillian by surprise.

But he didn’t argue and nodded, complying with your request.

Nonetheless, he could tell that you were close and increased his speed and moved one of his hands between your legs, rubbing your clit.

‘Oh god!’ you shouted, loosing control as yet another orgasm washed over you.

He continued to thrust into you until you came down from your high, then slowing down his thrusts until he pulled out of you.

‘Stay there’ you said as you turned around and let your body slide off the lounge and kneeling right in front of him.

After you got comfortable enough, you guided his hard and wet cock into your mouth.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian moaned as he watched take him in all the way into the back of your throat.

You moved your tongue up and down his hard shaft firmly before running circles over his tip and continued these movements for while.

Cillian began to struggle to contain himself. Watching you suck his cock like this was too much for him.

You knew he was getting close as his cock began pulsating and you could tell that he was holding back.

‘I want to taste you, all of you’ you said in between your movements and that was all he needed to hear.

Within moments, you could feel one of his hands curling up in your hair, with no force but rather for support.

His breathing was becoming laboured and his head fell back and his eyes closed as, with one loud moan, he filled your mouth with rope after rope of his warm cum.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as his entire body was pulsating and you continued to lick him clean until he slowly came down from his high.

‘Hmm, I always wanted to do this’ you said with a smirk after swallowing his load.

‘Jesus Y/N’ he gasped and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly before climbing onto the couch with him which is when he pulled you in for another passionate kiss.

‘I am hungry, what about you?’ Cillian then asked all of a sudden, realising what had just happened between you. It was clear to him that, sleeping with you was a mistake but, for some reason unknown to him, all sense of reasonable and proper thought went through the window when you began to undress right there in front of him.

‘Me too’ you said as you watched Cillian pull up his briefs and jeans before he disappeared to order some pizza.

***

‘I suppose we aren’t going to mention this again, right?’ you asked somewhat nervously as you were both dressed and waited for your pizzas.

‘No one can know about this Y/N. I shouldn’t have…’ Cillian said somewhat upset and, before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

‘We…we shouldn’t have’ you chuckled but Cillian felt that, being substantially older than you, he was the one to blame.

‘I shouldn’t have given into you’ he said.

‘Did you enjoy it at least?’ you wondered.

‘I enjoyed it a lot, which makes it even worse’ he told you before asking you the same question.

‘I did, but I am sure you were able to tell’ you chuckled.

‘I was’ Cillian chuckled before informing you that he was glad that his neighbours were on a cruise.

‘Well, it was the best sex I’ve ever had so, even if this was a one of thing, I am glad I took my chances’ you then said which is when the doorbell rang and you knew that your pizzas had arrived.

***

Not long after you ate, you heard the front door barge open and you were a little surprised when you saw Denise walking through it.

‘I take your date didn’t go well?’ you asked, offering her the last two pieces of pizza which she gladly accepted while Cillian went into the kitchen to get Denise a glass of water.

‘I have decided that he is an asshole’ Denise chuckled and, to your surprise, she didn’t appear to be to upset.

‘Want to tell me about it?’ you asked just as Cillian returned from the kitchen but Denise shook her head.

‘Not tonight and not in front of my dad’ Denise laughed and Cillian was quick to excuse himself, giving the two of you some privacy.

‘So how was your evening? I see that dad ordered you some pizza from my favourite pizzeria’ Denise said, wondering what you had been doing.

‘Uhm…yeah…good. The pizza was nice’ you barely managed to stammer.

‘What did you do?’ she then asked.

‘Uhm…we…uhm…ate pizza and we watched a movie’ you quickly blurted out after not being able to think of something else as you glanced at the two empty wine glasses in front of you.

‘You watched a movie, ate some pizza and drank some wine…with my dad? Weirdo’ Denise then chuckled and you simply shrug your shoulders.

‘Yeah, your dad is nice, so why not?’ you huffed out somewhat embarrassed.

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