#obviously i was talking about my pu

[captainfern]

needdd gaz’s fingers innmmy mouthgff RAGGHHHH

and need them other places too

[blackvahana]

you ever just see an alternate version of your life flash before your eyes though.... Im so glad im getting into this now. Im so glad lull didnt let me near kos lmfao because like. im sitting here... fully ready to be dissected myself and to dissect and experiment with these things and im. oh boy! getting glimpses like alternate universe memories of having awoken this in front of him and with him and being. absolutely used. and dissected. and my body broken up and given out like bread at communion. i absolutely can see the ultimate timeline where he convinces me im nothing but Kos and its not a mask but my reality and then he just. does what he wants with my body because Secret Broken + he'd have free reign to pull the instincts i connect to her of. communion and self-death and whatnot

and im not even exaggerating. that absolutely would be where it was going. hes done so much fucked up shit to my astral body, he refused to take no as an answer to having a kid with me, my body was just to be eaten and uh. yeah. it was already a fucked up 5 years lmfao

see. emphasis on "fully ready". full like a full belly. like the full moon. like a full field ready to be harvested. ive grown into myself now, theres a huge difference between being the whale that falls on purpose to feed the populace and one hunted. and i get to experiment now because. the moon is ripe. the sun is ripe. the ocean is pregnant. theres peace in the salt in the air

[massiveharmonytiger]

So I was rewatching Saltburn and I had an epiphany!

Farleigh is in love with Oliver.

Like, embarrassingly, stupidly, head over heels.

I mean, I knew he had a thing for Ollie, with the jealously telling Felix about him and Venetia, the Richard III would put in the work line followed by him being completely disarmed when Oliver suggests that he fucks him, and then the actual Oliver seducing him scene, but I only just realized the extent of it and how far back it goes.

First of all, Farleigh notices Oliver before Oliver sees Felix for the first time.

Yes, I got the script because I'm complete Saltburn trash at this point. So when Farleigh is introduced, the script describes him as beautiful and pansexual, walking among a group of alpha hotties. So in the film, he's with two hotties, a guy and a girl. He has his pick. There's no reason for him to point out Oliver or what he's wearing to them, unless he's trying to impress them, but why would Farleigh Start need to impress them? He's already the centre of that group. Sure the script also describes him as an imp with a cruel streak, but after rewatching I feel like that's a blatant misdirection. I mean, he got expelled for sucking off teachers. Nerdy prep is exactly his type.

He says, "Hey cool jacket," to Oliver. If you interpret that line as being delivered by the beautiful and pansexual Farleigh Start, not the impish and cruel Farleigh Start, it's pretty much a come on. I'm mixed race like Farleigh and it kind of reminds me of those back-handed compliments white people give you when they think you're hot or cute 'for a brown person.' It's kind of hilarious to see it subverted like this, but obviously Oliver is less amused. Why would he interpret it as anything other than more bullying? Which it kind of is, so fair enough. But it's the kind of bullying people do when they get a crush they don't know how to handle. A little boy pulling on a girls pigtails. And it's obviously worked for Farleigh before. Why would he need to try any harder than that?

After Farleigh's comment, Oliver sees Felix for the first time. Farleigh is also there, but Oliver's already smitten and doesn't really notice him beyond, "Oh, it's that jerk from earlier and he's next to Felix, where I should be." Then you get a few other bits that wreck me. Oliver ducking from the window when Felix looks up, Oliver trying to sit at Felix (and Farleigh)'s table at the mess hall, but being unable to, Michael causing the disruption, but it doesn't even interrupt Felix and Farleigh's conversation. (Which ties in nicely to my theory of how the original Oliver wouldn't have gotten Felix's attention even if he screamed, he had to mold himself into what Felix wanted just to get noticed, but one theory at a time).

Next up, we have the tutor session that Farleigh is late for. Before Farleigh gets there, Oliver is humiliated and belittled for completing the reading list, which dooms Farleigh even more when he shows up and the tutor starts fawning over him. Oliver doesn't know Farleigh and Felix are cousins yet. He's just the guy that was snide to Oliver when he first got there. The guy at Felix's side that Oliver keeps measuring himself against. So yeah, Oliver is pissed off before Farleigh gets there and that cute little knee touch isn't going to change anything.

Yes, Farleigh, I also count the amount of times my crush uses a word in their essay despite still being hungover from last night's party, just so that I have something to talk to him about… Oh wait, no, that's just you.

The way he looks up at Oliver with those big brown doe eyes when he says, "I counted". The way he keeps looking up to gauge his reaction to all his comments. The way he's looking at him, period.

And Oliver doesn't fall for his cuteness and charm because he's just convinced that the intent behind his words is malicious. Poor Farleigh. He must have been so confused. People usually fold but here's this guy, meeting him blow for blow. He's never had to "put in the work" like this. What the hell.

The tutor sessions with Oliver and Farleigh (where Farleigh is framed lower than Oliver) actually serve as a nice parallel to a lot of the scenes where Oliver and Felix are together (and Oliver is framed lower than Felix). We don't really see that when Farleigh and Felix are together. They're usually at a similar height in those scenes.

Then we have the scene in the bar where Felix calls Oliver over and Farleigh has that panicked, "Oh shit, my crush is here," look on his face before it settles into resignation as he realizes Oliver is, "another one of Felix's toys". Finally the mystery is solved. This is why Oliver didn't fall for his charms at the tutor sessions.

So, Oliver prefers Felix to him, huh. That's just fine. He'll deal with the rejection by giving Oliver a hard time about buying the next round. That should push him away from Felix…oh shit, it brings them closer together. And now he looks like the douchebag.

Then there's this bit where Farleigh is looking at Oliver and Felix (mostly Oliver, the prior shot establishes which side of the room he's on, which happens to be where Farleigh's looking) and his party hat horns mirror the minotaur/how Oliver looked when he confessed his love to Felix later on. Oliver, you need to see how much Farleigh fucking loves you. Look at him, Ollie. Just look at him. (He can't, he's too busy looking at Felix)

Anything to get Oliver to notice him. Anything.

Cut to Oliver's arrival at Saltburn, where Oliver joins the rest of them in the library and Farleigh loudly cuts off Elspeth gossiping about Oliver and his parents because hearing, "We were just talking about you" would be better than hearing whatever was going to come out of Elspeth's mouth next. And I mean, he's already the asshole. This is actually so sweet.

And we all remember this scene. This clearly made his day.

But then we get the encounter with Venetia and Felix and Farleigh both being equally pissed at the breakfast table. And yeah, everything goes downhill from there. It's the reason Oliver seduces him and gets him thrown out for what's literally just another desperate attempt to drive a wedge between Oliver and Felix.

No, Oliver, he's not going to behave. God, yes. Don't stop.

Farleigh was down so bad he literally got honeytrapped and framed. Twice.

Between Felix, Oliver and Farleigh, there are really no winners. They really all got wrecked by love, huh.

[raccoonface]

“T-Tara?”

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Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh I haven’t decided. Swearing, idk what else

And yes. This is a series.

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Masterlist Part One Part Two…(coming soon)

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Tara was skipping. Again. A habit that became because of her friend Amber. Tara and Amber are best friends, they’ve been since middle school.

Tara was skipping English class because Amber convinced her she already had a good enough grade to pass the last semester of high school. Let’s just say Tara’s a little gullible…

While skipping class Tara and Amber were hiding underneath the bleachers. Amber said she wanted to show Tara something.

“Hey Tara!”

“Hey Amber!”

They were whispering because of an ongoing gym class that was active around them.

“I have something to show you”

“I know we’ve talked about this Amber”

“Yeah but you know”

“Just hurry up and show me”

Tara kept on hurrying because she had never been skipping underneath the bleachers before.

“Alright.”

Amber had brought out her phone from her back pocket to show Tara something.

-WHISTLEEEEEEE-

“HEY WHAT ARE YALL LADIES DOING UNDERNEATH THE BLEACHERS”

“Amber! What do we do?!”

“…. We run”

They both bolted off accidentally leaving Tara’s backpack

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After they bolted off they ended up outside of school in a park.

“A-Amber”

Tara was having a little asthma attack after all of that running

“Yeah? Wait where’s your bag at?!” Amber obviously not focused on the more important subject.

“I-I need… my inhaler”

She was taking big breaths in between the words

“Oh shit right my bad,”

Amber was looking everywhere but couldn’t find her inhaler Tara gave her

“Damn it”

“Hey!”

Some Random person came up to them

“You look a little out of breath… here.”

The polite stranger gave her their inhaler. Tara was taking a puff of the inhaler while Amber was just apologizing and thanking the person

“I am so so so so so so sorry Tara I didn’t mean to not bring your extra inhaler… and thank you you so so so so so much for lending her your inhaler.”

Amber was really hoping Tara didn’t hate her after this but that’s kinda implied.

“Yeah thanks for letting me use it”

“Of course no problem. It’s not even mine I just keep it in case someone needs it” Quite a charm of course

“Huh… that’s handy” As if she had one on her at the time.

“Maybe you should start doing that Amber” And of course Tara has to go at Amber for not remembering her inhaler.

“Tara!”

“Just saying” She could’ve died.

“Alright so I’m gonna go then if you’re Okay.” She started to walk away

“Wait! What’s your name?” A little bit of a weird question to ask when you’re probably never gonna see the person again.

“My names Y/n… what’s yours?” Let’s just say Y/n was a little weirded out.

“Uh.. Tara… Tara Carpenter”

“Nice to meet you Tara” Y/n’s gotta be polite to someone who almost just died… somewhat at least

“Nice to meet you too”

Amber was looking at them and smirking as Y/n left. Tara turned around and saw this then rolled her eyes.

“You’re so weird Amber”

“Maybe but not as weird as you were with Y/n~”

“What are you even talking about?” Tara started to get a little defensive after the statement Amber made.

“I have no idea what you’re saying Amber.”

“You know what I mean” Amber’s always teasing Tara.

“Still have no idea”

“God, you’re really helpless” Tara really is isn’t she?

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Y/ns POV

That was weird. Some random girl was having an asthma attack. I mean I gave her my extra inhaler but she seemed to be a little busy with her friend.

She was kinda cute though… what the hell are you thinking Y/n you’ll probably never see her again anyways.

I mean even if I never do again I’m glad I at least got her name. Tara. Tara Carpenter. Would it be bad if I went searching up her name?

Nah I don’t think so. It doesn’t harm anyone, does it? I put my bets on no…. I dont really know where my phones at though… that’s a little problem.

I should try and find that girl tomorrow. Maybe get her number. I should be worrying about that some time tomorrow and not right now. Because right now I need to find my phone.

Wait a minute… I’m literally using it as a flashlight… I’m a literal dumbass. Ugh. But it is time to go home. I guess I should probably start heading in that direction.

I’m so tired that I’m turning more delusional. I think I might be dying… oh well. I need my bed I wish I could just teleport there ugh.

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Tara’s POV

Jeez getting back into the gym was rough. I gotta get my bag.. hopefully they left it here.

“Aha!” They did! I was so scared they took it to the lost and found or something. I really should get out of here though. It’s getting kinda late.

The way in I took is a little while from the gym but I guess I could just take the way out from the gym… hopefully they don’t see me on the cameras tomorrow.

The gyms behind me now and I can’t stop thinking about that girl, Y/n I think her name was. She was super pretty. I’m just wondering why she was in such a rush. She also gave me a rush… but yet again that could just be from the inhaler she gave me

I still have it actually… I don’t know if I should return it or something. Wait she said to keep it.. she’s so nice. So beautiful. And smart. Well from what I know so far because bringing an extra inhalers pretty smart.

The way to my house is just over this bridge. It’s not too far away. Looking back at where I came from is a little bit farther away then I thou-

“Woah!” And of course I crash into somebody.

“Oh shit. Are you alright?” This person- wait it’s that girl- Y/n I mean.

“Yeah- yeah I’m good”

“You sure? You took a little tumble.. here let me help you up.” Y/n was built to be a goddess i just know it.

“Mhm… I’m sorry I wasn’t really looking where i was going.��

“Please it happens all the time don’t sweat it” Y/n’s perfect. Ughhhh I need to stop…. But I don’t really want to…

“Right.”

“I guess I should get going now. I’m thinking you should too probably” so thoughtful…

“Huh?.. oh yeah I should” my dumbass ‘oh yeah I should’ who the fuck says that ugh.

“Alright… bye”

“Yeah…. Bye I guess” Tara fucking Carpenter you need to stop it.

Time to go home now though. I really need to work on talking to her better. Really surprised I ran into her though… I wonder why that happened.

Probably shouldn’t think about it too much… I gotta get some sleep.

“Home sweet Home!” Finally.

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A/n-

DANG IT….. IM TWO DAYS BEHIND SCHEDULE….. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that’s my bad I’ve been way too busy these past few days to even go on my phone. I just went to Niagara Falls yesterday and the day before that I was busy with a lot of homework.

But it’s here now so ENJOY!!!

There will be a part two within time.. I have a lot planned for this story…

[ripdragonbeans]

Not Him, I Swear // Modern!Aegon x Reader // Pt. 3

Summary: You go on your second date with Aegon and it ends up being much more fun that you anticipated.

CW: afab reader, profanity, eventual smut, Aegon being an ass, oh but he has feelings??????

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

The next few days were filled with cute texts and fluffy dates. Aegon respected your wishes and didn't push you to go any further than a make out session. It drove you crazy; you wanted him but you were scared. As much as you wanted to forget all the pain Jason caused you, it was something that stayed. It tainted your views of love, something that can be hard to make new. 

Aegon seemed too good to be true.

But you swallowed your fears and pushed on with your relationship with him. 

“Hey, man!” Cregan strolled into the room. “How's our bet going? Is she begging for you yet?” He plopped himself down next to Aegon and put his feet on the table.

Aegon rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he murmured. “No, she's not begging yet, but I'll get there.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “Gods, I almost feel bad.”

Cregan’s eyebrow rose. “Bad? Don't tell me that my best friend is actually catching feelings for someone.”

“No, I'm not catching feelings for anyone.” Aegon got up to grab another beer; his third one already, and it was barely noon.

“The way you talk about her says differently.”

“I haven't talked about her.”

“Not obviously, of course. At any mention of the bet or anything, you tense up. Something’s going on in that head.”

“Whatever, Cregan,” Aegon muttered. “Since you're so focused on annoying me, I'm gonna go to my room.” He gave his friend a mocking wave before leaving the living room to his own.

He put his head in his hands and let out a groan. He couldn't be catching feelings, he shouldn't be falling for her. But he is. 

The way she smiles. The way her eyes light up. The way she tucks her hair behind her ear. It's like looking into a bright light and being engulfed in its warmth. 

But he had to do this. He needed to prove that he could have anyone he wanted. If not to himself, then to his friend. As shallow as it was, he wanted to follow through. He hoped she wouldn't hate him in the end. 

“Hel, I really can't believe it,” you gushed. “I know you said not to get too involved with him but he's already so much better than Jason!” 

You plopped down on the couch, closed your eyes, and stretched. The wonderful feeling of being loved say well inside your heart. Despite the aching fears and the anxiety that comes along after being cheated on, the feeling of being loved triumphed ever just a tiny bit. 

“I wouldn't go ahead and say that, bestie. Please, be on your guard. You know all the stories, all the rumors, and I can even testify for some of them.” Helaena held your hands and looked you in the eye. “Be careful, please.”

A voice came from the hallway. “Yeah, what she said.” Jace walked over to the two of you sitting on the couch. He wore a grim expression on his face. “I don't mean to hurt you but I've heard that he's just trying to get you to sleep with him, all for some bet.”

Your heart sank at the thought but you pushed it aside.

“Very funny, Jace,” you said. “But I don't need that negativity in my life.”

“It's not negativity if it's true.” He looked at you with pity in his eyes. 

You shook off the expression and took a deep breath. “Why can't you two just be happy for me?” 

Helaena squeezed the hand she was holding. “We're happy for you, we just want you to be careful. We hate to see you hurt.”

“It's a risk, isn't it? All relationships are. I know Aegon and I will either end up together forever or eventually break up. It's up to us, not you two, but me and Aegon, how bad that ending will be.”

Helaena huffed. “Okay, I'll drop it. For now.”

You smiled at her. “Thank you.” You turned to address both Jace and Helaena. “Now, would you two like to know what's happening next?”

“As hesitant as I am, yes,” Helaena said. 

Jace nodded his head in agreement.

You pulled out your phone to read the text messages between you and Aegon.

“Our next date is a movie!” You announced.

There was a beat of silence before Jace broke it. “A movie? Isn't that a little cliche?”

You frowned at him. “Shut up, it's something.”

“What movie are you guys gonna catch?” Helaena cut in. 

“Oh! Um…” you bowed your head in embarrassment and mumbled your answer.

“I'm sorry? What was that?” Jace leaned in. A knowing smirk graced his lips.

You mumbled your answer again, but a little louder.

“Bestie, I still can't hear you!” 

“Shrek 2.” 

You look up in shame. The judgment you feel from them was too much.

“...I'm sorry, did you just say Shrek 2?” Clarified Jace.

“It's the best one!”

Helena laughed. “Considering it's you and Aegon, it makes sense. Weird choice, but yeah.” She clapped her hands together. “Okay, time to get you date ready!”

“‘Date ready?’ Hel, I’ve got five hours until I have to leave. I have time.”

“For what I have planned for you? Nope, five hours is just enough time for me and Jace to get you set.”

Jace froze hearing his name. “Me? What do I have to do?”

“Shut up, you're moral support,” Helaena rolled her eyes in amusement. “Now, let's go.”

Helaena offered you her hand but you hesitated slightly. What if this is just a plot to convince you to not go? But when you looked at your friends all you could see was the love they had for you.

“Alright, let's get this started,” you smiled.

Four hours later had you sitting in a chair with your back straight and a mirror behind you. 

“Annnnnd done!” Helaena turned your chair around so you could see yourself.

You took in the image, your hair all done nicely, your facial features enhanced, all of it. You couldn't help the smile that made its way.

“Helaena,” you started, “my gods, you did an amazing job!” 

You turned toward Jace, who was sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“Yeah,” he said between handfuls of chips, “you look great. Aegon is gonna shit himself.” 

“I don't know about that,” you rolled your eyes. “He's been with a shit ton of other girls before me, I doubt I'm the prettiest.”

A hand smacked your head. 

“No. You're the hottest he's ever been with and will only be with for the rest of your lives.”

“Wow, and I thought you were dead set on me not being with him.”

“Only to protect you! But,” she sighed, “if this is how it goes then he better not break your heart. He does that. I'll chop up his dick in his sleep.”

“Yeah, and I'll fuck up his face,” Jace added.

You laughed at your friends, your heart full. “You two are so extra.”

“It's called being best friends,” Jace said as he joined you and Helaena at the mirror. 

Looking at the three of you, you thought of all the trials you've been through. All the heartbreak, the laughs, the highs and the lows. Without them who knows what you would be like. You interlocked your hands with both of them and leaned back.

“I don't know what I did to deserve you guys, but I'm grateful for you two and love you.”

Beep beep!

The sound of the honking car was quickly followed by a text. You picked up your phone and couldn't stop the smile. Of course Aegon would do this. As you readied yourself to leave the apartment, you did one last look in the mirror. 

You were happy with how you looked; all dolled up for the date. Just enough to be enticing but not so much in your face. With a pep in your step, you made your way to the front door. 

Aegon’s eyes went wide when he saw you. “You look…”

You nodded for him to continue.

“Amazing. You look amazing.” Aegon flashed you a big smile.

“You don't look too bad yourself,” you replied as you got in the car.

Aegon’s car was messy but it could be a lot worse. Luckily the trash wasn't food trash but rather random papers and receipts that were strewn across the floor and the back seat. It also smelled vaguely of weed.

“You smoke?” You asked him.

Aegon pulled out of the driveway. “Yeah, and I vape every now and then if I want a flavor or something. You?” 

“I've been curious about it but no, I haven't done either.”

“Wanna try? We can pull over and I can roll you a joint.”

A smile crept onto your face. There were butterflies in your stomach but you were excited to take the plunge.

Once Aegon pulled over into an unmarked parking lot, he pulled out the weed, the paper, and lighter. He was careful to roll the joint nicely for you. Once he finished he looked at his work and gave you a smile. “Ta-da! One joint rolled for my kitten.”

“Okay, cool. I can do this.” You told yourself.

Aegon looked at you with concern. “You don't have to smoke if you don't want to.”

“No, but I really want to.”

“Okay.” He nodded his head. “I'll light it. Then all you have to do is inhale through your mouth, hold it for a bit then exhale through your mouth. Simple.”

“Simple. Right.”

“Okay, here we go.”

Aegon lit it then brought the joint up to your mouth. You gently wrapped your lips around the tip and you did as he said. 

Inhale.

You felt the smoke fill your mouth.

Hold.

You let it sit and go down your throat.

Exhale.

A puff of smoke flew out of your mouth.

As a calming sensation sprinkled through your body you have Aegon a relaxed smile.

“You feeling okay?” Aegon asked you 

You laughed a bit. “Yeah, I feel good.”

Aegon took a drag from the joint himself. “Wanna get high before we watch the movie?”

“Hell yeah.”

Before heading off to the movie theater, you and Aegon shared the joint. It didn't take long for you to get high but Aegon finished it off. He was careful not to get higher than just having a buzz since he was driving. The rest of the ride was filled with you babbling about everything and nothing. Aegon smiled and let you go on. 

Arriving at the theater, you let out a little giggle. “I'm so excited for this, Aegon.” You slurred his name.

“Yeah.” He couldn't stop himself from smiling at you. Getting out of the car, he circled around to open the passenger door. “Time to get out, kitten.”

You giggled again. “I like that you call me kitten. It's cute and it kinda turns me on.”

Aegon gulped down a breath. “That's great; time to see the movie.”

Letting go of Aegon’s hand, you put both of yours on his chest. “I wanna be with you.”

He pushed your hands down and kept them firmly in his. Aegon looked you in the eye. “And we will but not like this. I want you to be sober when I take you.”

You huffed. “Okay.”

Finally getting you to step out of the car, Aegon went back to only holding one hand as he led you through the parking lot and into the theater.

“Mmm I want popcorn and an Icee,” you said as soon as you walked in. The smell of popcorn immediately surrounded you.

“I'll get you popcorn and a water,” Aegon said.

You stamped your foot. “But I want an Icee!”

He tugged on your hand to get you to look at him. “Kitten, you need water. Trust me, okay?”

“Okay.” Another giggle escaped you.

After buying popcorn and water, Aegon led the way to your numbered theater to watch Shrek 2. At first you wanted to sit up front but he pulled you away to the rows in the back.

“No one needs to know you're high,” he said as you made your way up the stairs. 

“But you know I'm high,” you observed.

“I'm the one that got you high, kitten.”

“Oh, yeah.”

As you sat down in your chair, all you could think about was getting as close to Aegon as possible. Thankfully, these were the newer, fancier theater chairs. You reclined your chair and moved the armrest out of the way so you could lean on Aegon.

“You and popcorn,” you said as you snuggled up to him. “The best combination ever.”

“Don't forget Shrek.”

“And Shrek.”

Aegon kissed the top of your head as the lights went down and the movie began.

While Shrek 2 was already one of the funniest moments of all time, watching it high made it even funnier.

“Prince Charming looks like Jason,” you whispered, eyes wide. “I bet his dick is small like Jason’s, too.”

Aegon choked on his water. He stole a look at you but all he saw was a girl high as fuck while watching Shrek 2. Gods, he wanted to kiss you then and there.

The movie continued with your constant one liners about how everything in Shrek related to something or someone in your life. Somehow you were Shrek, Fiona was Aegon (which he was happy about), Donkey was Helaena, and Puss in Boots was Jace. To you, it all made sense. To Aegon, it was simply blabbering that entertained him.

As the credits rolled on the screen, you lolled your head against Aegon’s shoulder once again. “I’m tired, Aeg.”

“You’re coming down from your high, kitten,” he assured you. “Time to get up and head home.”

“I don’t wanna move.” You slunk down in your seat.

Aegon laughed. “They’re gonna kick us out anyway if you don’t get up. What if I helped you?”

You held out both arms. “Yes, please.”

Aegon moved to stand in front of you to pull you up. Instead of letting go, however, he tucked you into his side. Together, you made your way out of the movie theater.

“Can we go to your place?” you asked him as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“No, I’m going to drop you off at my sister’s.”

All of a sudden you wanted to cry. “Why? Do you not like me?”

“That’s not it. You’re high and I’m going to take care of you.”

Your mood instantly switched. “I’d love for you to take care of me.” Heat began pooling in your belly while you placed a hand on his thigh.

Reluctantly, Aegon moved your hand off of him. “Not like that. I’m going to be responsible this one time and take you back to Helaena’s.”

“Come on, be irrisp, irrrrsp, irrisponble this one time.”

“If you want to be in my bed you’re going to have to be sober, kitten.”

You crossed your arms. “Boo, you’re no fun.”

“I know, what a bore.” He turned into the driveway. “Time to go.” He walked over to your side to open the door and walk you to the front. “I loved tonight.”

“I love you too, Aegon,” you yawned.

Aegon stopped, stunned. “I think you mean you loved tonight.”

You hummed. “No, I love you.”

He nodded his head, mouth slightly agape, as he took you Helaena’s room. When he knocked on the door Helaena popped out.

Her eyes instantly went to you, leaning all your weight on Aegon. “What did you do?!”

Aegon shrugged. “She wanted to get high so I let her. I only got buzzed but she is definitely high.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“It’s loud,” you moaned. “And bright.”

“Gods, get her in here.” Helaena motioned for Aegon to bring you into the room.

Immediately, you went for the bed and flopped down. Aegon was careful as he tucked you in. Helanea watched in awe of how sweet he was being to you. As soon as you drifted off to sleep, Helaena took Aegon into the hallway to talk.

“Have you been like this all night?” she questioned.

“You mean like the wonderful gentleman I am? Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you being so kind to her?”

He shrugged. “What can I say, Hel. I like her.”

“No, when you like girls you just charm them and then fuck them. This is the second date you’ve gone on with her. Something is up.”

Aegon ran his hand down his face. “Let me do this, just once, let me be the good guy.”

Helaena looked at him warily. “Fine. But if you do anything to hurt her, I will personally destroy your life.”

[l0enelies-t]

𝐻𝑆𝑅 ✈︎ “𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒!”

（ 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 / 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 ）

— 𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘓𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘚： { 𝘋𝘙． 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰， 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢， 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯． } { 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭／𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦．}

— 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ：𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦／𝘕𝘴𝘧𝘸，𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴，𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 （𝘺𝘬𝘺𝘬）, 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬．

[ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.]

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: Yᴇs ʏᴇs... ⵊ sᴀɪᴅ ⵊ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏʙɪɴ NSFW ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ⵊ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʙʟᴀsᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ 😭. ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴀsᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

— [DR. RATIO]

Teasing Vertias is quite easy when you’re in an intimate relationship with him. When you do tease him, it’s always in private since he doesn’t favor PDA too much. That being said Ratio always either teased you back later that same day or just ignores it, typically when he’s really fixated on something. If he needs to, he will step in and tell you to stop, in which you always do.

Many times, you sit with him in his office while he works, sculpt, or solve problems, where it could be world problems, math problems, even problems with Aventurine and Topaz. When he's not doing that, Vertias enjoys your company and spends time reading and talking with you. It was no different on this particular day. His hand entwined with yours as he held a book, focused on the words, his eyes moving slowly yet thoroughly over them. Vertias always looked attractive to you when he read or was concentrating on something, it makes you feel special that he’s more paitent with you compared to other people, not surprisingly since your his significant other and you are just as paitent with him. He feels your hand suddenly slipping away but his expression remains the same, without even slightly shifting because he assumed you would get up to go do something else, such as looking at his work on the blackboard or the sculptures he made, but boy was he wrong.

Your hand moves slowly to his crotch after crawling up to his leg to massage his thigh muscle. His eyes dart from his book to you, and his breath hitches a little.

“Must you not as i’m taking my time to read?” Vertias sneers in his charming voice, sounding less angry and more annoyed at your teasing, as well as the fact that he made an incorrect calculation. He starts to struggle with the touch, losing attention from his book and squirming in his seat, your eyes watching him. He became frustrated when he felt your hands rubbing his groin and became hard beneath them. He looks at the locked door, as if planning an idea. That being done, Vertias turns to face you, putting down his book, taking your hand and holding it above your head as he lays you on your back and spreads your legs apart with his knee. One hand flicked the material of your panties under your skirt. His hands caress your sensitive spot. Ratio suddenly slides your panties to the side, thrusting two fingers inside.

Soon after a few minutes of thrusting in and out quickly, he takes his hand away not even letting you finish or anything, Returning back into his place and picking his book up again, flicking his hand of any wetness in the process. You pout at him for edging you like that, but your only answered with a smirk.

“Now you know how I felt, don’t you?”

— [ROBIN]

Teasing Robin never seemed to cross your mind since her innocent look says she wouldn’t be into any activity regarding sex. You’ve made out with her before but that was all there is to it. You’ve wanted to talk to her about it to see if she was fine with having sex since obviously consent is key, but she gave a lot of hints that she was ready to do so already. Robin often smirks at you, make out more passionately with you, putting her hands on your thigh, and other things. It was confusing and you didn’t know when you’ll have the courage to ask her.

You were in the her dressing room, helping Robin get ready for her next show which was in 30 minutes.

“Hey love, could you please help me zip this dress up? I just can’t seem to get it.” Her sweet voice muffled, coming from the dressing room. Like a good partner, you go to where the voice called out for you, moving the red curtain out of the way as you walked. There she was, patiently waiting for you to help. As her smile widen, a wink soon followed. “I really hope you like the song I’m going to sing, it was inspired by you.” Robin chuckled, looking into your eyes from the mirror. You smile back at her, diverting your attention to the dress zipper.

Her bare skin looked soft, a little pink on her back bones and where her wings started. Feathers trailed from her starting wing bone to midway of her back. “Please hurry, I know the show is in a hour but… I want to give my affection to you before we depart.” Robin reminded you. You nodded in understanding but still wondered… where was the most sensitive part of a halovian’s wings?

There came an idea, you could find out yourself. Putting your finger on the back of her neck, then trailing down her back gently. Robin flinched from the cold then warmed up to it. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, asking if this was okay for you to do.

“Yes, I knew you wanted to see my wings anyways. Quickly though, please.” She whispered to your gesture.

You nod once again, hands going to the top of her wings then rolling them back and forth, ruffling the feathers. A sigh and moan exited her mouth, her hands gripping her dress. That mustve been it, where she was sensitive. Your palms moved faster against her wings before stopping abruptly and going to zip the dress up.

‘Zipppp!’

Robin looked at you in shock, eyes half lidded. “You’re such a tease!” She playfully scoffed, giggling as her wings cover her mouth. “I’ll get back at you and I won’t be going ea—.” Her voice cooed as she turned around and got closer to your face.

A loud knock from outside the room interrupted Robin’s sentence. “Miss Robin! You’re to be on stage in 20 minutes!” A voice yelled out. “Please hurry up!”

“Already? I guess this will have to wait.” Robin sighed.

— [HANYA]

The judge of the Ten-Lords Commission never seemed to have any energy nor courage to do anything but work her life away. Hanya tries to show that she loves you while also trying to keep her job going at the same time, but due to the stress of maintaining her personal life and professional life, it can cause her to think that maybe having a partner isn’t a good idea. Her sister, Xueyi, always tries to set things up so you and Hanya can have a stable relationship, such as covering for her and making you two cuddle and lounge at home comfortably. Hell, she even recommends you do most of the work since Hanya isn’t good at doing that. This could include you writing something in her notebook and she’ll read it when you aren’t around, or maybe getting her tea or coffee to help her stay awake. Either way she’s very grateful that you’re willing to stay with her despite these issues and flaws.

Like always Hanya was stressing with a case today and she ignored you unintentionally, saying “Yes…” or “Mhm..” when you ramble to her. She didn’t even look up to greet you or at least tell you she’s listening. It was infuriating and you wanted her to pay attention to you, but anything you tried didn’t work. Xueyi was too busy to help, so now you’re left on your own to get Hanya to be with you. Therefore, you’ll have to use intimacy to get her to turn her head to you.

Walking into the room with a cup of tea you brought for her, you saw Hanya on the floor with her Oracle Brush, looking through records and papers. It was messy and she didnt acknowledge your existence in her proximity.

You walked closer and closer to her, feeling an intense aura coming from her. Nobody had ever seen her like this before, she was stressed… very stressed. You called her name, no answer. You tried again, she couldn’t hear you at all. Soon, she felt an arm wrap around her waist and she snapped out of her trance.

“[Name]? I can’t… love. I’m too busy, maybe later.” Hanya says in an irritated tone, putting her Brush down and removing your arms and pushing them back softly. Well that hurts… your own wife didn’t want any affection and couldn’t even give any herself. One more try and maybe it’ll work.

You snuggle your face in the crook of her neck, kissing down from her neck and licking her bare shoulder, she doesn’t respond to the touch at all, still focusing on her work. Your hands move down her waist and to her thigh, touching her lower stomach. “[Name], I said not now.” She sternly says, but she doesn’t do anything about it. You sigh, whining in her ear, ‘Please Hanya… I’ve been waiting all week for you to do something with me. Don’t you have a lunch break soon..? Maybe a quickie? Pretty please?’.

Gosh Hanya didn’t like hearing your whines, but at the same time they made her feel a type of way inside her core. “I… I need to get this case done, then you can have me.” Hanya says a little uneasy, it was getting to her.

You assured her that you wanted to have her now, ‘Wouldn’t you love to have your hands all over me, I promise I’ll be at your mercy. It’ll be a good stress reliever’.

It was tempting, so tempting. She really wanted to satisfy you and herself, and you weren’t wrong about the fact it was a stress reliever… but she couldn’t tell what she wanted. She felt bad. “I suppose in a few minutes.” Hanya gave in to your whines. Afterall, you already had her worked up and she needed that quickie sooner or later.

20 Minutes went by, Hanya was done with a good portion the case work and that intense, and stressful aura was significantly decreased. She could finally go to you for that ‘stress reliever’. “Love, I’m finally almost finish, you said you wanted to…?” She turned around and saw you drinking tea. You told her you didn’t know what she was talking about. Hanya looked confused, she swore you just whined to her about how badly you wanted her to ‘play’ with you. And after some deep thought and confusion, she realized you just teased her with your words.

Hanya’s eyes widened and she started murmuring to herself before going back to her workplace, picking up the brush and going back to the case.

She didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day because of that, and for her to forgive you, you’re going to need HuoHuo and Xueyi for help.

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[shuuuuush]

NOT ENOUGH [Niko]

Summary: Niko had been ignoring you for a few weeks, and this wasn't the first time you decided to confront him.

Warnings: angst (warning bc I usually don't write angst yet here we are 🤟)

A/N: YESS HAHA MY FIRST ANGST AND FOR MY BBY TOO , honestly just went with the flow when writing this hope yall like it ;_;

When you first dated Niko, everything felt like a dream. You were both deeply in love with each other, and you would spend almost, if not all, of your time with one another.

Whether that would be going out to spend time with each other, visits to places, or just being near each other while watching a movie and eating snacks.

One memory you won't ever forget was when Niko first kissed you. It felt like the ending of a romance movie honestly, everything with him was just so perfect.

You loved this relationship so much, and you were sure Niko did, too. You would do anything for him.

But now, you weren't sure he would anymore.

The past few months, you've tried to overlook everything.

Maybe he was tired.

Maybe he just wanted to relax after being so busy all the time.

He's been pushing you away for a few weeks, and then when you ask about it, he suddenly avoids the topic and acts all lovey again. Apologising and then buying you gifts to suppress all the questions.

You thought at first when this happened, it would all go back to normal again.

But then the cycle repeated.

Pushing you away for a while and then coming back only for apologies and gifts and then pushing you away again.

What was going on with him?

The man you remembered and fell in love with, would yes be a bit busy but he loved you, would spend most of his time with you and never would have let you felt ignored or less than what you are.

Sometimes you would get into fights, asking him why he was ignoring you and not there most of the time, you understand that he's a YouTuber obviously he's busy but you only need a bit of his time.

You don't want to disappear fully from his life.

And you sure as hell hope he doesn't want you to leave either.

He would brush it off, apologise, and kiss you. Sometimes, throw in a gift there, and you would be ok, for a couple of days, contacting each other and then it happens all over again.

You put so much effort into making things right with him, keeping the relationship happy and reestablishing things after a fight.

You never lost hope that Niko would come back, and be his usual self, the one that you fell in love with.

But honestly, you were getting tired now. Hope used to burn in your heart, strong, feeling as if you could take on any challenge with him.

But now that fire was dwindling, almost to the point of extinction.

Needing to know whether that fire in your heart should be extinguished forever or reignited, you decided to arrange to talk with Niko.

This time, you aren't going to accept all those simple apologies and kisses. You needed to be firm, and you wanted to make sure of one thing.

If he really truly still loved you.

You arranged to meet up at his house, since that would be the most comfortable, and he wouldn't be able to come up with some excuse to ignore this conversation since he lived there.

Walking up to his door, you rang the doorbell, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, as you didn't know what was going to happen.

Of course, you wanted things to go well in the end. But realistically, was that going to happen? Did you prepare your heart for heartbreak? The answer is no. No you didn't. But if the truth needed to come out then so be it, you needed to know.

The door swung open, and you were greeted with the face of the man you loved, Niko. Briefly observing him before you walked in, his hair was dishevelled, and he was in his classic NDL hoodie and sweatpants.

Clearly, you were overdressed for this casual meet-up that you knew he thought this was.

He moved out of the way, holding the door open for you to enter. And you walked inside, you took off your shoes and put your jacket on the coat rack. You wanted to at least be respectful.

You both walked over to the couch and sat down on it. Niko turned to you while you still faced forward.

"So what did you want to meet up for?" He asked, looking at you.

"Can I not just meet up with my boyfriend? Why do I have to have a reason." You looked down at your feet, not making eye contact. You needed to talk to him about this problem, so why can't you get the courage right now?

"Well, obviously you can, but it is a bit strange."

Taking a deep breath, you turned to him, finally making eye contact. He then looked surprised as he could see in your eyes the firmness and seriousness. He could now tell that this wasn't just a casual meet-up. It was serious.

"Niko. These past few months have honestly been insane. Our relationship is falling apart, and I don't know if you can see it." You decided to be straight up and tell him. It was hurting you to beat around the bush.

"Every time I try and contact you, you either ignore me for a few weeks or apologise simply, and then we're alright for a couple days, and then the whole cycle of ignoring me happens again. Niko, what is going on?"

At that last part, your voice starts to break.

You didn't care if you looked desperate.

You were tired of all this.

Niko sighed, running a hand through his curly hair. He started to speak but then he cut himself off, looking away.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, making him turn to look at you. You used to understand him, his eyes would explain everything to you, or even the slightest twitch of his mouth you would be able to understand.

But now you just can't read him at all, it's almost like there was no emotion, nothing to be read.

He faked a laugh, one you knew wasn't real, and he took your hands into his, "Y/N, come on. You know I've got a lot to do these days. I'm sorry, come here." He leaned in towards you, but you pushed him away, earning a shocked look from Niko.

In his mind, did you just reject a kiss?

You backed away into the couch, crossing your arms. Clenching your jaw, you were starting to get annoyed at the situation. You looked directly into his eyes.

"No kisses, no gifts, no amount of "sorrys" can make up for this. These lost moments, Niko."

Saying words like these to Niko, although true, started slowly cracking your almost heart.

"I'm sick of patiently waiting for you when you won't even arrive," feeling hot tears start to develop at the back of your eyes. You tried to blink them away to look strong in front of him, "I feel that you're not even trying in this relationship anymore."

"Y/N, I've tried, honest, I've tried to get us back together to be happy again like we were." He tried to hold your hands, but you pushed it away.

"But it wasn't enough, was it?"

"Please just-"

"No, Niko. No. I've given you so many chances, and you blew it all."

This time, you couldn't hold in the tears. The strength to do it had crumbled. And you let them fall.

"I want a partner who can actually be there for each other. All I wanted was a bit of your time. Now it's hopeless, and honestly, I'm losing my mind, Niko."

Seeing you cry like this stabbed Niko in the heart, the first time seeing you cry in front of him, and he hated it.

He hated that he was the cause of you crying.

But what could he do?

Did you even want to be with him anymore?

"Y/N..." His brows lowered and his lips thinned into a straight line. He held a hand out to you but then retracted it, not knowing whether or not you wanted to be hugged right now.

He ended up pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head, as you cried out into his chest.

You let him hug you because in this state you were in right now, you couldn't think straight.

"Please just give me one more chance." He whispered, his voice so quiet you would only be able to hear it if you were an inch away from him.

After your tears felt like they flooded all out, you breathed in and let yourself go from Nikos' grasp.

Looking for answers in his eyes, you told him, "Niko, please don't play with my heart right now. Don't lie to me. Tell me the truth."

"I need to know, do you still love me?"

His breath hitched in his throat, eyes roaming yours, "I..." and then he nodded, "I do love you."

You didn't believe him. Why would he hesitate if he truly loved you? You could see it in his eyes. He didn't have the same love, the same fire as you both did before.

Standing up, looking at him one last time, you headed towards the door, putting on your shoes and jacket.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Niko swiftly ran up beside you while you were getting your things and held his hands out in confusion.

"Goodbye, Niko."

Turning to leave through the door, you could hear his protests behind you.

But you ran to your car and started it, reversing out of his driveway. You saw Niko in your side mirror trying to catch up to your car.

Halfway on the road back to your place, you pondered the situation, a lump in your throat developing, and your eyes became itchy.

You thought you made the right decision?

So why does your heart hurt?

Why were you crying?

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for asking out my manager?

Hi there. Trust me this is a WIBTA and not just dating advice.

So I (35F) am basically working at my dream workplace. I cant say what exactly, because I know people follow this account there, but suffice to say its in a desirable industry with a lot of passionate folks, and while its a big (~150 people) place, there's an atmosphere of kindness and joy I've never seen anywhere else. I know a lot of you probably hate me for this, but I am truly aware how rare a workplace this is, and I am grateful. I dont take it for granted. Sometimes the work itself truly sucks, and the pay is outright atrocious, but when your coworkers have your back, it makes all the difference. They accept me even tho I'm trans, and when I've been sick or injured they make sure I'm taken care of. I feel like they are a family of sorts, and I've been working there for over a year now.

Anyways, this wonderful place is held up by a lot of wonderful people, but one in particular is my manager (30F). When I first got hired, I noticed she was cute, but more importantly she was welcoming and accepting. I set aside those feelings, of course, because its a workplace, but they havent gone away.

But lately, this all started to change. We now spend a lot of talking! We have lots of common interests, and there have been nights when both of us will stay for HOURS while the other works, just to chat about whatever! We even text a bit, even about not-work things. Sharing fandom stuff, whatever. The more and more we talked, the more I fell for her. I could hear her go on for days, even if its something I dont care about. Hell, she could read the dictionary and I'd be sitting there grinning because I get to hear her talk. I've got it bad! And then, a few weeks ago, she even brings up how she's given up on dating...but before I could ask more or say anything really, a coworker interrupted and the moment passed.

And here I am, weeks later, smitten like crazy. And I'd say "oh she obviously likes me, she sticks around for you, shares stuff with you" but she's like this with everyone. She's a bit airheaded honestly about it, I mostly find it endearing, but she could absolutely just be doing it because she talks like that to everyone. She's bisexual, and very pro-trans, so I dont think that would be an issue in any way.

But here's where the WIBTA part comes: I have told a couple other coworkers, and they brought up not only that its a dangerous move to date a manager, but also that it could hurt the workplace itself. I mean, this is a place where so many people get to have a joyful opportunity at life, and as I've said this is tremendously rare...what if I take up too much of this manager's time, and she cant be there for other workers? What if this manager gets fired for dating an underling, and gets replaced by someone awful? There's a whole lot of what-if's floating through my mind.

And then I start thinking, if I ask her out, wouldnt that be putting her in an awkward position? I mean if she doesnt like me, and has to turn me down, she still has to work with me, and I her. I can compartmentalize that, but...she might have more trouble. Is it selfish of me to even try, when I could just let well enough be? And on top of that, what did she mean by "giving up on dating"? It didnt sound like she was aromantic, just that she decided it wont happen, but maybe its just going to be a problem if I ask her out. It feels like the stakes of even asking her out are so high. So I keep chatting with her in hopes that I'll catch a lead, but...idk.

Anyways, I am primarily concerned with if it would be a dick move to anyone in my workplace, especially her, but genuinely I am just lost here. I've never dated anyone at a workplace, but like. The dating apps suck, and I dont think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. I've even thought about quitting or finding another workplace to make it an easier decision, but I feel like thats even worse; like it would put pressure on her to date me because I quit for her or something. So how about it? Should I keep my mouth shut, or is love truly worth all risks?

What are these acronyms?

[nonclassyparty]

man with the plan (j.wy) - prologue

Summary: "Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me." When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.

Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)

Status: coming soon (i hope)

Taglist: if you'd like to be added just reply below! c:

A/N: this is very obviously inspired by prison break ( my favorite show on planet earth), y/n will be very much inspired by michael scofield and i (unfortunately) don't own nor the show nor michael scofield. anyways! wooyoung is the love interest (surprise surprise) but the rest of atz will be present. please let me know if this is something you'd be interested in reading. if i do continue writing it, i plan for it to be written in 3 parts each consisting of 7-9 chapters!

MY MAIN MASTERLIST! // AO3

(prologue)

The buzzing of the tattoo machine is the only thing interrupting the silence in the dark parlor as the needle continues prodding at the skin of your shoulder and makes you grip the chair you sit on.

It used to hurt. A lot. Now, the pain is reduced to a light sting as you suppose you've gotten used to it.

"Almost done. Just finishing touches now." Chao comforts from behind you, soft breath hitting your exposed skin as he wipes away the excess ink.

You only nod in response, never having much to say to him despite his best efforts.

"You know, you've been coming here for almost a year and barely said a word." He comments while he works. "Asking me to work after closing hours and everything, I would've expected to at least get to know you better."

You try to hold back an eye roll as you give him a bland look over your shoulder, eyes coasting over the tattoo of a dragon curling around his neck and disappearing behind his long hair.

"That's why I'm paying you almost double." Is your only response as you play with the sleeves of the button up pooling around your waist.

"So, you're telling me that after tonight, you'll just walk out of here and I'll never see you again?"

"Something like that." You murmur and he huffs behind you.

"I've never done a tattoo this big on a girl before." He continues, always keen on talking even if all he gets is quiet 'mhm's and 'ah's in response. "For a first-timer especially. Usually, it's a name of a boyfriend which they later regret or something artsy but shallow, like a butterfly or some shit."

A smirk tugs on your lips as you peek at him over your shoulder again, "Are you really trying to tell me I'm not like the other girls, right now?"

He grins and it makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. Chao was fairly attractive, handsome in that bad boy-ish type of way where you know he'll definitely put you through hell but you'd have fun with it.

It's unfortunate that you're not in the mood to think about anything like that anymore. You haven't been for the last eighteen months.

"You never even told me what the tatt was all about..." He trails off, bandaging your shoulder up and your eyes fall to the tiles below your feet. "I mean, look at all of this..."

You presume he means the tattoo starting from your lower back, curling around the shoulders and cascading down your arms, stopping at the wrists. The numbers laid over thin lines, intertwined with thicker ones, curling around letters like a snake and creating a piece that no-one can see.

No-one except for you.

It's about my brother's future, you think to yourself.

"It doesn't mean anything. Just thought it would look cool." You chuckle, sliding your hands through the sleeves of your shirt and working on buttoning yourself up, covering the tattoo from the artist who worked relentlessly to stitch it onto you. You turn to him, pulling your hair out from the collar of the shirt as you smile at him. "I guess I'm like all the other girls as well."

Chao stares at you in wonder before his eyes fall to the wad of cash you pull out from your bag and hold out to him.

"Thank you, Chao. You've done a great job."

He sighs again, "It would've been done a lot sooner if it wasn't for your constant nitpicking."

You grin at him while pulling on your jacket and slinging your bag over your shoulder. "What can I say, I'm a perfectionist."

Giving him one last wave, you disappear from the shop.

-

18 months ago;

The collar of your white button up feels like it's strangling you as the buzzer echoes through the stuffy room and two guards appear through the door, dragging him in and sitting him down in the chair opposite of you, making sure to cuff him to the table.

There is only glass separating you but it feels like he's miles away.

Jongho's eyes are dull when they meet your own, dark circles hanging below them and hair messy.

"Y/N..." You have to look the other way, to stop the ugly tears from falling as your heart constricts at his familiar voice.

You haven't seen him since the trial. Didn't have the courage to step anywhere near these walls.

A facility with maximum level security for the biggest scum that roamed your country and wretched chaos on innocent people, inflicted pain and sorrow, terrorized society in the worst of ways.

And now, your brother was one of them.

The person who raised you, took care of you when no-one else did, was serving a life sentence.

Finally gathering the guts to look at him, you clench your jaw and try to ignore the desperation in his eyes. The dark blue uniform engulfs him and is a deep contrast to his usually tanner skin that turned almost ghastly pale just after a week of being in there.

"Did you do it?" You whisper and Jongho looks at you like you just slapped him. His eyes water and he looks absolutely devastated but you have to know. You have to know.

"No." He answers firmly, voice cracking as he blinks away the tears, he never was much of a crier. "No. Of course not."

Of course not.

He says that like it's unimaginable for him.

It was unimaginable to you as well up until three weeks ago.

With a record of petty crimes and a bad temperament, he had a knack for getting himself into trouble that he always managed to get himself out of one way or another. Except this time.

You always knew Jongho was in some deep shit, hanging around people that were bad for him and barely being able to hold onto an honest job for more than a month. 

But that's all he was. A petty criminal with offences that never went past bar fights and getting into discourses with police officers who stop his car for going over the speed limit, not a murderer.

You can't even stop the tear that slides down your cheek as you huff at an attempt to laugh, it comes out choked.

"What about all the evidence then?" Your voice is hoarse as you speak in a hushed tone, recalling the first time you've seen the tape in court.

"I...Y/N, I don't know...All I can think is that someone set me up because I didn't do it, I swear." Jongho stresses, palms laid against the table, desperate for you to believe him. "He was my boss, for fuck's sake."

"He fired you a month before that." You harshly interrupt and he sighs, eyes falling shut as you continue to sniffle with a crumbled face, "What were you doing at his house?"

"Someone told me to go there- I-I thought he was going to give me my job back..." Jongho stutters, his own tears threatening to fall as he presses his lips together. For his lack of excuse or proper explanation, he really does look sincere.

You both sit in silence for a moment, you can almost feel the time you have with him trickling away.

That's all you'll have with him from now on. One hour per week, for the rest of his life and that's only if your time here isn't shared with Yeosang, if he ever decides to muster up the balls to see him.

You're not sure if you're willing to settle for that.

"Swear to me." You finally say, staring at him dead in the eye as his brows furrow, "Swear to me that you didn't do it."

Without a beat, "I didn't do it." Jongho responds, not breaking eye contact. You keep your gaze planted on his face, observing it for any signs of dishonesty. But you fail to find any. "Y/N, I didn't do it. I swear to you."

You stare at him for a second longer before your gaze flies behind him, there are three guards in total in the room. One behind the counter, two by the door.

Your gaze returns to Jongho, who doesn't move a muscle, still looking at you in desperation and what you can only recognize as fear.

He looks a lot younger now, like the Jongho who used to shake every time you two would be on your way to a new foster family. The Jongho that you know was scared to the bones but never wanted to show it for your sake.

You can't lose your older brother.

"Okay."

-

You throw the keys into the bowl near the front door and with a tired sigh kick off your shoes before walking further into your apartment.

The shoulder Chao just worked on ached like hell but the pain almost felt good, served as a reminder that you can't afford to be tired right now.

So without further ado, you walk into your office that when you first moved into the luxurious skyscraper overlooking Han River, was used for working from home or more like, working after you came home from work. 

Now, the office served a different purpose completely.

Your eyes sweep over the filled out wall and window, both covered in an array of information and yellow post-it notes; a product of your relentless work and research over the last eighteen months.

Your hands twitch, you don't want to get rid of it. What if you missed something? What if you made a mistake somewhere? What if something managed to sneak away unnoticed by you?

But having it here, in plain sight where anyone who walks in and is nosy enough to look can see it, can end up being more dangerous than something unforeseen happening. Heck, you already had Mrs. Kim try to enter despite it being locked a couple of times. 

You needed to lose every trace or connection to that prison and the people inside of it, with the exception of Jongho, before Monday.

Besides, what would be the point of Chao and the reason you almost paid him thirty grand? If you don't get rid of this stuff, it would almost be as if you flushed the money down the toilet.

So you grab an empty garbage bag and with a shaky sigh, start ripping down paper after paper, photo after photo and filling out the plastic bag. Article after article flashes before your eyes as the sound of papers ripping fills the room.

'Chungju Detention Center: Level 1', 'Choi Jongho Final Appeal Denied', 'Choi Jongho Convicted To Serve Life For Murder of-', 'Body of Son Changkyu found in his home-', 'Governor's Son Wins Humanitarian Award', 'Life sentence for Kim Hongjoong', 'Park Ha-ru Myth Still Alive Despite Conviction', 'Killer of VP Brother to Serve a Life Sentence at Chungju-'

Once the window is clean and the wall is bare again, only tiny holes from the tacks left as evidence that anything was ever there in the first place and with three bags worth of garbage, you stuff it into the fireplace and throw a match in right after.

You watch the key to your brother's future turn to ashes.

-

The buzzer makes you look up from your hands and you smile a little bit once your eyes meet Jongho's through the glass but it quickly turns to a frown once you notice the enormous bruise running down his jaw.

"Hey." He greets with a stiff smile as the guard cuffs him to the table and turns to walk away.

"What happened?" You jump to question him immediately and Jongho rolls his eyes with a low groan.

"It's not a big deal."

"They beat you up."

"Hey, maybe I was the one who was beating someone else up." He defends trying to lighten up the situation but the frown on your face doesn't budge and he sighs. "I got in a fight with one of the guys in the yard, it's not a big deal, Y/N, shit like that happens here-"

"It can't happen, Jongho. From now on, it can't happen." Now it's Jongho's turn to frown and you sigh, "You'll get thrown into solitary if it gets any worse and then I won't be able to-"

You stop yourself, eyes fleeting to the guard behind the counter. There are no wires surrounding the visitors area due to the building being so old, you would know, you made sure it was the first thing to check once you got your hands on the blueprints. But you can never be too careful.

"I won't be able to see you if you're in solitary." You say, voice gentle and Jongho's eyes soften before he gives you a nod in response.

"Alright, no fighting back, I'll just let them beat me to a pulp then I guess." He shrugs and you roll your eyes. Typical.

"You know that's not what I meant but that smartass attitude is the thing that might be getting you in trouble in the yard in the first place." You quickly retort with a glare as he huffs.

"How's your cellmate?" You ask and Jongho, as he always does when you ask about his roommate, looks confused but today, it's something else as well.

"Oh, I'm actually getting a new one." You freeze at that, blinking rapidly a couple of times.

"What do you mean?"

"They're moving Jisung to the psych ward after he tried to off himself with his bedsheet." Jongho explains like he's talking about the weather and you gape at him, wondering just what goes on in there on the daily if a man trying to kill himself isn't anything out of the ordinary.

But then again, you're not all that worried about Jisung's mental health either but more for the fact that he's gone and now somebody else will take his place.

You can already see a small tiny piece of your tattoo being considered useless now.

But you can't let that bring you down. It's just a small hitch, nothing else.

"Well, do you know who's coming to take his place?" You ask, ignoring the way Jongho eyes you.

He shakes his head in response and your leg starts bouncing in anxiety.

"No, they're moving him in after lunch."

After lunch.

So, you won't know until...

One of the biggest pieces of the plan and it will be unsure until the said plan is set in motion.

Great.

You clear your throat, leaning closer and on instinct, Jongho copies you, "Listen, I won't be able to visit for awhile."

"Why?" Jongho questions, eyes boring into yours and you let out a small breath. "Are you going somewhere?"

"No." Your eyes stray to the two guards by the door, just a couple of feet away. "I just won't be able to visit you for awhile. Maybe. I'm working on preventing that but just in case I don't come next Friday, I wanted you to know."

Jongho eyes you suspiciously before he leans closer again, nose almost touching the glass. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?"

You bite back a smile, amused that he just knows you, and that only makes Jongho more frustrated. 

"Y/N, did you get yourself in some shit?" He hisses, looking over his shoulder to check if the guard is still by the door, "If you did, call Yeosang. He'll know what to do."

You scoff, "I'm not you to get myself in some shit. Relax, I got a new job."

"New job?" Jongho goes back to being confused, "Why can't you visit then? It's somewhere far away?"

You stare at him before nodding, "Something like that," You whisper.

"Oh, okay. I mean of course, your job is important." He nods and you feel your heart ache inside your chest at his slightly crestfallen face that he tries to cover up. "You're a structural engineer after all, they probably need you to design another fancy building, huh?"

You wish to tell him that you'll be there. You'll be closer to him than he thinks but you can't do any of that until you're properly inside those walls.

"Yeah." You nod, blinking away the tears. You clear your throat, glancing at the clock behind his head. "Hey, Jongho, remember how we used to talk to each other?"

He cocks his head in confusion.

"When we were kids, how we used to talk to each other. For example, when Soyoung was around and we didn't want her to understand." 

Jongho's eyes gain some recognition but the confusion still remains on his face. Hesitantly, he bobs his head, "Yeah."

"Good," You nod, mouth perking up, "You might want to brush up on that."

Jongho opens his mouth to say something more but you're already waving over the guard.

You lean closer to him one more time, staring at his confused face through the glass to whisper;

"See you on Monday."

[alpaca-clouds]

The forgotten parts of the ancient world

Time for my weekly history ramble and today I am gonna talk about how our understanding of history is not only eurocentric but also otherwise quite skewed. Because we even ignore half of Europe.

When we talk about the ancient world, we will usually talk about it in terms of the "advanced civilizations", aka those civilizations that build a lot of stuff and who we know more about because of it. Which means usually... we are going to talk about Rome, Greece and maybe we are going to talk about Egypt. But that is going to be the end of it.

With that we obviously ignore all of Europe outside of it.

Admittedly. There were times when Rome basically was "most of Europe", because Rome was quite colonialist, but... we tend to just ignore the other cultures that existed in Europe at the time.

Sure, if you have grown up in Europe, you will know about the Germans and the Celts and you might be vaguely aware that the Slavs also were already around and doing their thing. But chances are, that you do know exactly jack shit about what those cultures were doing or, for that matter, which cultures were included under those rather wide names.

The celts are a really good example of this. Because the nominative "celts" actually involves a plurality of different cultures, that were related, yes, but still their own. The name "celts" was in the end an exonym given to them by first the Greeks and then the Romans, who were then just lumping those foreign cultures into one.

A big problem, of course is, that the celts, Germans and Slavs did not in fact write much of anything down. So we basically do not have anything in terms of primary sources on them, outside of the Romans and Greeks interacting with them and writing about it, before the cultures slowly died off (or rather were forcably converted to Christianity in many cases).

But then there are also the other cultures - even "advanced cultures" we kinda do not speak about and will not learn about. Especially if you grow up in a majority white country. Things like ancient Persia and ancient Mesopotamia are only ever mentioned in passing. Minoan Greece is something you usually not learn about until you actually start to properly learn history. Ancient cultures in Asia and Africa? Ha, good luck. America and Australia? Yeah, most certainly not happening.

And while the latter two have the "excuse" of there really being near to nothing in terms of written history we have from there, the same obviously cannot be said for the Ancient civilizations of Asia, who did in fact write a lot down.

Usually the excuse for the ancient civilizations of Asia and Africa (minus Egypt) being excluded is, that "Well, you live in an European country. So it does not have to interest you." As if in the ancient world there was no trade and no exchange of ideas happening. Part of which is actually documented.

Heck, even if we talk Ancient Greece/Rome/Egypt, we will often find, that those kinda each get lumped in, as if they were just one solid culture that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and then suddenly disappeared into nowhere. Like a blip, that lasted for a couple thousand years. With just one culture that never changed and was just solidly one thing.

But I have talked about this before: No, those cultures were not "one thing". They developed over time. If you were to look in close it would actually be super hard to say when each of those cultures began and ended. It kinda fizzled in and fizzled out. There were not just people going there and being like: "Alright, time to build some pyramids now!" Or: "Yoooo, let's build like some great temples to some gods on some mountain."

And those cultures changed over the time they existed. A 900 BC Greek would have not quite recognized the world a 500 BC Greek would have lived in.

Why do I take that much of an issue with that?

Simply put: Because this lack of widely shared information will be used again and again by white supremacists to push their agenda. And that is true for so many aspects of this.

You probably might have seen some people meming about the "classisist" twitter or youtube pages, that simp over ancient Roman and Greek architecture. You also might be aware of the white supremacist proudly declaring themselves to be "anglo saxon" or "germanic". You will also know about how they will talk about "the actually advanced cultures" and only focus on the white cultures of course. And you will very certainly know about the entire "ancient aliens" conspiracy, that very much is based on the idea that only the Greeks and Romans could've been truly advanced, while all other cultures had to have had the help of aliens to archive their amazing feats.

And all of that is all linked to this: The lack of general awareness of the ancient world and how it looked - what the cultures looked like, how they changed and how they interacted.

Heck, those white supremacist asshole, who spout that shit often do not know anything about those cultures either. They just think it sounds could and that it makes them feel superior to other people.

But it is all... just a lack of information.

Yes, in some cases that information has been lost to time completely. But in quite a few cases it is just the lack of general awareness on the topic. Nothing else.

So we need to do better in teaching this stuff. Because it is important.

[fandomnsfw]

Bad Liar - Remus Lupin x EnglishTeacher!Reader

Pairing: Remus Lupin x EnglishTeacher!Reader

Prompt: bet u wanna by Sabrina Carpenter. Bad Liar by Selena Gomez

Warnings: Smut! D/s undertones, praise kink, sub space, aftercare, abusive relationships(not Moony).

no beta!

**************

You stood on the stage instantly relaxing, all anxiety gone as you lost yourself in the music. You’d finally finished your new song and you couldn’t be happier with it. Most people write songs about experience you didn’t have many of those so you wrote about story’s. You preferred to think of yourself as a story teller rather than a singer. Which as an English teacher felt more fitting. As you got to the chorus the room grew even more silent making you smile. Your hands caressing up the mic stand until you grabbed the microphone head.

‘Didn't think about it when you let me down. Hurts to see me out of your reach, Bet you wanna touch me now. It's cold out there, Let me know what you found. Bet you wanna love me now. Bet you wanna love me now.’

When you finished the song you stepped back and gave a short awkward nod before deciding to take a break before the next song. A few regulars stopped you to tell you how much they liked your new song making you grin excitedly.

“Nice to see you again love.” Rosmerta exclaimed as she brought you into a hug.

“I can only do two more songs before Greg gets here.” You whispered to her making her eyes narrow.

“That man is no good for you.” She whispered softly making tears prick your eyes.

“I-I know but I have no where else to go Rosie. A-And he loves me.” You muttered sadly making her shake her head.

“Hi. I really liked your song.” Someone said behind you making you spin around in shock before your eyes widened.

“Holy fudge balls. Y-You’re Remus Lupin.” You squeaked said you stared up at the rather tall but excessively handsome man.

“And you are?” He asked sweetly with a grin on his face.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N. It’s such an honour to meet you. I read your novel obviously I know you’re in a band, your musics awesome but I’m a big reader. English teacher. And I am rambling…feel free to save me from my fangirling.” You rambled with flushed cheeks.

“Oh, not many people even know I wrote a book. I didn’t think it was that popular.” He chuckled with his own flushed cheeks.

“I loved it! It’s so underrated.” You chuckled before Rosmerta approached telling you to get your last two songs in. 

“Sorry. It was really nice talking to you.” You chuckled as you started for the stage. 

After you finished two more songs you stepped off stage just in time to see Greg walk in with his usual scowl. You were about to walk up to him when a young woman slid up to you. She was bouncing in her spotted like an excitable puppy making you smile a little.

“Hi! I’m a singer and I think the company I work for would LOVE your work! Have you thought about singing full time?” She exclaimed happily making your smile brighten even more.

“Yeah I’ve heard your songs! You’re also  dating Sirius from The Marauders right?” You asked sweetly just as Greg approached.

“Come on let’s go.” Greg demanded grabbing your hand.

“G-Greg I was talking to someone.” You stuttered fearfully as he turned to look at the woman.

“Thank you for the offer but I enjoy teaching English. It’s very flattering you like my songs though.” You chuckled awkwardly making Greg narrow his eyes at you.

“This is my number. If you ever change your mind let me know…but also I just moved here so feel free to call anyway.” She chuckled softly making you smile shyly.

Once she’s done speaking Greg said nothing as he dragged you out the pub walking a few minutes to your shared house. He didn’t say anything as he sat down on the couch. You instantly began making his tea, which you’d thankfully prepped before your gig this evening. You slid the lasagna in the oven before grabbing a beer and walking into the front room.

“What the fuck was that at the pub?” He asked in a eerily calm way that had fear rippling through you. How much more emotional abuse could I take before it consumed me? 

“You were being rude…she’s a famous singer and she offered me a place at her company. She liked my songs.” You tried calmly but his eyes narrowed instantly.

“That’s a hobby not a job. We’ve talked about this. Your songs are mediocre at best. Plus you need to be here, food won’t cook itself and one day when your finally pregnant we’ll have kids that need caring for.” He drawled a hint of anger in his tone.

“Speaking of. Did you see the doctor about getting those tests done. I mean we’ve been trying for 2 years! There’s  got to be something wrong with you as a woman if you can’t even get pregnant.” He growled as he sipped his beer, tears sparked in your eyes at his harsh words but you buried it. There was nothing wrong with you or the secret contraception you had planted in your arm. 

You refused to bring a child into this world to be fathered by a man like him. No child deserves that. You bit your tongue to contain your anger something you’d done for years now.

“Get me another beer.” He demanded as he downed the last of his bottle.

“Would it kill you to use manners. The kids in my class know better and their a bunch of hormonal teenage boys who say things like ‘innit’ and ‘mush’.” You snapped, instant regret seeped into your bones as his face dropped.

You assumed you’d get a verbal lashing as you always did, however when he stood up and slapped you straight around the face you were shocked. The slap was so hard it had knocked you straight to the floor. You looked up at him to see no remorse, you scurried to your feet and ran. He instantly ran after you as you barricaded yourself in the bedroom, locking the door as you pulled out your phone. 

Who do I call? Police? I have no friends or family. Would the police even do anything when he was on the force? Fuck, I don’t even have any numbers in my phone! 

You picked up your phone about to Google The Three Broomsticks number when the internet cut off. Fear was all you could feel when you remembered the card that singer has given you not half an hour ago. You picked the card out your cardigan pocket and dialled the number.

“Hello?” A voice muttered sweetly over the phone.

“I-It’s Y/N from the pub? I-I know you don’t know me but c-can you send me the number for the pub? P-Please?” You pleaded tearfully.

“Hey…it’s okay. Tell me what happened darling I’m still at the pub now.” She asked in concern making your tears start falling.

Suddenly Greg was slamming against the door trying to barge in. Your body was shaking as you tried to calm yourself down enough to talk. 

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH!” He screamed as his fist pound against the door.

“Is that your fella? Did he hurt you honey?” She asked softly making you whimper.

“He slapped me but…I think he’s gonna do more if I open this door! I-I’m scared.” You cried making her sigh softly.

“Send me your address I’m coming to get you.” She stated calmly as you grabbed a bag and started packing.

She hung up as you sent the address, you might not know her but you’d rather leave with a stranger than be in a house with someone who hit you. You should’ve seen this coming. It always started with the emotional abuse.

Greg was still beating on the door when you heard a crashing sound downstairs that had his abuse on the door ceasing.

“Who the fuck are you? You can’t just barge in here.” Greg shouted from outside the bedroom door. 

“Get the fuck out my way you fucking cunt.” A female voice snapped making you straighten up.

“The fuck did you ju—

“If you lay a hand on my woman I will fucking kill you!” A male voice screamed making your eyes widen. 

“Y/N lovey it’s me. Come out he won’t touch you.” She muttered outside the door. You reached for the set of draws, moving them out the way before unlocking the latch on the door.

“You got everything you need sweetie?” A man you recognised as Sirius asked.

You looked around the room before pointing to the two duffel bags on the end of the bed that you’d stuffed all your clothes and anything precious into. He nodded softly as he picked up one bag as you grabbed the other with a struggle. 

“You can’t just come in here and take my fucking woman!” Greg screamed as he began following after you but Sirius was behind you and his girlfriend in front blocking Greg off from you.

“Y/N do you want to stay?” Sirius asked as they got to the bottom of the step.

“N-No.” You stuttered fearfully as you avoided looking at Greg.

“You fucking bit—

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Someone else snapped behind you making you spin around to see Remus Lupin stood there.

“Oh is that it? Ey, you’ve been whoring around? I hope you at least used protection! Wouldn’t want you to come back pregnant via someone else spawn! Then again we’ve already established you’re a pathetic excuse of a woman that can’t even get pregnant. Haven’t we love?” He snarled as he stepped towards you.

“I have a contraceptive implant in my arm! Because what idiot would want to bare your child! I feel sorry for anyone who ever does! But it won’t be me!” You screamed clearly shocking everyone including yourself.

“I’ll kill you.” He growled making your eyes widen in fear.

“Thanks for that lovely confession.” Sirius snorted as he held up his phone showing the recording had been going from the second he walked into your—his house.

“Y-You…” He started but instantly dropped it.

“Get her out my house. I don’t ever wanna see you again.” Greg snarled viciously as he stormed off towards the kitchen where the faint smell of burnt lasagne was coming from. 

“Th-Thank you.” You whispered as you picked up the bag you’d dropped to the floor. However Remus reached over and picked it up for you.

“Come on. Rosie has set up a room for you.” Remus whispered sweetly making you smile shyly.

You nodded as you follow them towards what looked to be Rosie’s car they’d clearly took for your sake. You got into the back as Sirius got in the driver's side with his girlfriend in the passenger seat. Remus slid into the back with you after loading up the bags.

“You don’t have to answer but has he ever...” Remus asked gently making you sigh.

“N-No it’s always just been verbal…but I feel like in the years it’s happened I built a shell that blocks out his words. Today I ‘sassed’ him because he didn’t say please. I told him the kids in my class had better manners. After he slapped me, I thought I’d see some remorse or regret but there wasn’t any…he looked at me like that slap was just the start of it, so I ran.” You explained quietly making his frown deepen.

“I know it doesn’t mean much as we’ve only just met but...I’m proud you got yourself out.” Remus whispered sweetly making your face break out into a grin. 

“Thank you.” You chuckled awkwardly. 

*************

“Y/N check this out!” You heard a shout from upstairs making you put down the rolling pin in your hand. 

“Just roll this out for me Pete then there pretty much done.” You muttered sweetly as you squeezed past Remus giving him a cheeky grin before running upstairs.

“Lemonade here made a new song.” Cherry snickered making you raise a brow. When she started playing you listened to about 10 seconds of the song before bursting out laughing. 

“I’ve told you guys not to call me that.” Lemonade huffed as her boyfriend walked in doing a stupid dance when he heard the song. 

“See your best songs are about our sex life pup.” Sirius snickered as he pulled his girlfriend into a sultry dance.

“Brilliant! I love it.” You laughed as pulled out a CD with a wink. 

“Here’s my newest addition.” You added as you wiggled your brows. 

“Gimmie!” Lemonade squeaked as she threw hers out without much care. 

When the song came on her eyes widened as she let her body sway to the beat as you pulled her into your arms as you began dancing with her with a grin on your face. She threw her head back laughing as she listened to the song with a proud grin on her face. 

“I have officially made another pop princess.” Lemonade shouted happily. 

Lemonade looked so proud you couldn’t help the wide grin on your face as you bumped your hip against hers. In the last few months you’d become the best of friends with her. It mostly started about a month after they’d rescued you. 

****

You walked downstairs to the pub when you’d heard loud music, deciding to take a break from grading to see who was playing. You slipped on a cardigan over your shorter cottagecore style dress. Something you indulged in after you left Greg. When you were together you weren’t allowed short dresses or anything with too much skin. 

Granted you weren’t one for such things anyway but when you’d seen this dress online a you’d decided to be a little impulsive for once.

When you got downstairs you saw the Marauders playing with Sirius’ girlfriend playing lead singer. You smiled at the look of pure adoration on Sirius’ face as he played his guitar, staring at his girlfriend.

James was no where to be seen though making you look around until you spotted him with the barmaid that you spoke to occasionally. You wandered over to the pair with a grin, they looked up with matching expressions.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you! How have things been?” James asked politely making you roll your eyes playfully.

“I saw you last week James.” You huffed sarcastically something you’d recently picked up. After years of verbal lashing you’d learned to bury your true self to become the meek English teacher and perfect girlfriend to him.

“Well Cherry over here won’t update me on your well being and as your self appointed brother I was concerned.” James drawled sarcastically making you laugh.

“I’m assuming Cherry is a nickname?” You laughed making him wiggle his brows.

Just then the music died down and Sirius’ girlfriend ran over so fast she crashed straight in the bar knocking it enough to cause an avalanche of Lemons to roll off the bar making  Cherry face palm.

“Woah calm down you almost became the newest brand of lemonade!” Cherry sighed with a laugh.

“I shall call her Lemonade and she shall be mine and she shall be my Lemonade!” You joked patting her on the head. 

Everyone has burst out laughing making her flush bright red. 

****

It’s strange to think such a simple interaction had made such an amazing bond but at that time it was what you needed, a friend. Since then you’d healed a lot more, you’d even recently been thinking about dating. Although that thought only seemed to occur around Remus which you’d tried to pat down. 

“Soooo is this the only new song because I swore when I was scrolling through the studios hard drive I saw a sneaky peak of a song called Bad Liar!” Lemonade exclaimed dramatically making your eye widen.

“I locked that folder…so what you mean is you broke into my locked folder on the hard drive?” You snorted with an eye roll.

“I didn’t listen to it.” She pouted making you laugh.

“It was just something random. It’s no good.” You answered calmly. I’m a big fat liar. That song is the only song I’ve ever modelled after an experience.

“Can I listen anyway?” She asked sweetly making you glance around the room at everyone else.

“Maybe when we’re alone later Lemonade..” You muttered with flushed cheeks.

“Clear out bitches! I’m too curious to wait.” Lemonade shouted making your eyes widen.

Everyone snickered as they left the studio before closing the soundproof door behind them. You glared at your best friend who instantly opened the folder on the computer and began typing the password to your folder in. She opened the song and closed her eyes as she took in the music.

‘I was walking down the street the other day Tryna distract myself But then I see your face Oh wait, that's someone else Oh oh, tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here, oh oh In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity, oh oh Even if it's in my dreams, oh.’

“This is good was it dream based or book based?” She asked over the music making you flush.

“E-Ermm book!” You tried to sound sure but when she narrowed her eyes at you you knew you’d done a terrible job.

“Oh my god! Is…is this your first feelings based song?” She asked with wide eyes.

“That…is this about a guy?” She squealed as she began bouncing on her chair like an excitable puppy making you groan.

“You’re not gonna let this go are you?” You sighed with another eye roll.

“Nope.” She answered happily.

“Yes it’s about a guy. No I won’t tell you who, no I won’t be dating him and NO I will not be playing this song in public.” You told her sternly making her grin grow in size.

“Fine but I’ll figure it out.” She taunted making you laugh.

“Mhmm sure.” You laughed as you turned off the computer and began dragging her downstairs where the other were sat drinking and laughing.

“I put the pizza in the oven it should only be a few more minutes.” Peter said shyly making you smile softly.

“Thanks Pete.” You chuckled, truffling his hair affectionately before making your way to Lemonades kitchen. 

You poured yourself a glass of wine before leaning against the kitchen side, your eyes closing as you just let yourself have a minute. You might love having friends and places to go to if anything ever happened but sometimes the loudness and excitable behaviour got too much. You weren’t quite used to it yet.

“You okay?” A familiar voice asked making you startle, your eyes opening in slight alarm before realising it was Remus.

“Yeah I’m not used to it yet…The noise.” You explained softly.

“I’ve been around it for more than half my life and I’m still not used to it.” He laughed making you giggle.

“Summer holidays start soon right?” He asked sweetly.

“Yeah just one more week. The year 11’s have already left obviously but the younger years are basically gonna spend the next week getting homework for the holidays and watching films.” You chuckled before sipping your wine.

“You filled Ms McGonagall’s position right?” He asked with a small smile.

“Yeah. She’s the one who hired me. Her exact words were ‘I’m not leaving my kids to some stuffy bastard.’” You snickered making him laugh.

“She was the one who encouraged me to write my book. I love music and the band but I also love writing. I didn’t think I could do both. She told me that I could do whatever I wanted. Said it would be hard work but if I wanted it enough I’d make it work.” He stated calmly with a small smile on his lips.

“Good advice. So James has got Cherry, Sirius has got Lemonade. Are you or Pete not seeing anyone?” You asked curiously, throwing in Peters name to distract from the fact you only cared about of he was dating.

“Pete hasn’t had a girlfriend since school. He’s a bit shy in front of lasses and a lot of women nowadays don’t have the patience for it. As for me I haven’t dated in a while. I’ve been writing another book and between that and the band most woman don’t want to share the attention with my work or hobbies.” He chuckled dryly making you frown.

“Well women can be stupid.” You snorted before continuing.

“Peter’s a great guy and I’m sure he’ll fine someone who is exactly what he needs. As for you Mr Lupin, if women don’t want to share you with your passions their not worth it. You’re kind, mature, creative and handsome. Someone will snatch you up eventually.” You giggled before turning to take the giant square pizza out the oven that had 8 sections with different toppings on it. 

“What about you? A-Are you seeing anyone?” You instantly noticed the stutter in his voice and looked up to see flushed cheeks. I might be a bit rusty with dating and men but to me that seemed…interested?

“No. I’ve been thinking about it but Hogsmeade is a small village. Most men are either under 20 or over 50. The ones our age either moved away or got married.” You laughed making his brows furrow. Is he upset? 

You used the pizza cutter to slice the pizza into many slices before popping them on a giant wooden chopping board and carrying it to the front room, Remus following behind you quietly. You all sat down drinking and eating as everyone made jokes and casual conversation. You lived for these nights, it made the past few years with him worth it.

******

Once the pizza was finished and drinks had multiplied everyone was buzzed and lounging happily. You were curled up on the couch between Peter and Remus as the couples occupied the two single seater lounge chairs. Your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and your tongue loosening enough to make your sarcasm amplify.

“Oh yeah there’s a rapper I work with and he recently saw a picture of you on my Insta and asked if you were single.” Lemonade muttered drunkly.

“I’d sooner date Dumbledore than a rapper.” You snorted making everyone laugh.

“He’s really sweet.” Lemonade argued making you roll your eyes.

“Which rapper?” You drawled. 

“Prewett.” She answered with a grin.

“Hmm cute…still a no.” You snarled making Remus snicker next to you.

“So sweet ginger rappers aren’t your thing. Neither is the song writer I showed you or the photographer I wanted to introduce to you. Who the hell is your type?” Lemonade huffed with a pout on her face.

“That’s a secret!” You exclaimed loudly.

“Okay here’s an easy question. There’s several blokes in this room! All very different which one is more like your ideal type?” She asked cautiously.

“I was gonna say Sirius just to wind you up but that would be a lie.” You snickered making everyone laugh.

“What about Pete?” She asked making the poor lad turn bright red.

“We’re both too shy! Pete needs someone confident and open.” You huffed with an eye roll.

“Okay Remus then!” She tried and suddenly your face went bright red as you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“Th-That—You can’t jus—

“Oh my god!” She shouted loudly making everyone jump.

“Wait I wanna know too!” Remus slurred making your eyes widen.

“You guys are so nosey! Yes Remus is attractive okay? He’s the closest to my type!” You grumbled sassily.

“Holy shit! The song is—

“I was with a policeman for 7 years! I will literally murder you and get away with it!” You interrupted making her grin widen.

“What song?” James asked curiously.

“Never you mind deer boy!” You shouted making Cherry laugh.

“It was one time! Why did you lot even tell her about that?” James huffed grumpily. Then all of a sudden everyone was shouting over one another until Remus shouted louder than anyone.

“Stop trying to set her up with everyone!” Remus shouted making everyone stop.

“Moony you okay buddy?” Sirius asked suddenly feeling a little more sober.

He looked to you ignoring Sirius’ question making you smile softly. Jealousy. You let out a soft giggle nudging Remus’ arm with your shoulder smiling at him sweetly. You both seemed to get lost in each others eye for longer than necessary but finally you decided to take a leap of faith.

“Moony here is jealous you guys haven’t tried to set him up with me.” You giggled making Remus’ eyes widen.

“Ooooooh.” James and Sirius said in unison.

“So?” You huffed sassily at Remus.

“O-Oh! Okay! Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?” He asked with flushed cheeks.

“Sounds great. Pick me up at 7.” You giggled with your own flush cheeks.

“Okay.” He mumbled awkwardly but he had a subtle smirk on his lips that had you grinning.

“Awesome! Now get out my house so I can screw puppy into next week literally because it’s Sunday.” Sirius snickered making Lemonade grin happily.

***********

“Re-Remus…” You moaned breathlessly as your legs tightened around his waist, your back arching off the wall.

“Fuck..look at you. So needy for me aren’t you bunny?” He groaned as his cock lined up with your entrance.

Your dress bunched up at you hips as he held you up against the wall. Your heart pounding in your chest a you tried to wiggle closer her his hardened member making the tip slip inside you. You moaned happily as he growled against your breast that were hanging out over the top of your dress.

“Naughty girl.” He whispered against your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“Mmm fuck me please. Need you!” You begged shamelessly making him smirk.

“Aww is my perfect little bunny desperate?” He teased before thrusting into you slowly.

“Don’t worry darling…I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” Remus moaned huskily as he lifted pinned you to the wall and began pounding into you again and again.

“O-Oh! Fuck yes Moony!” You cried out as you clung to him tightly. You didn’t usually call him that much let alone in the bedroom. But the second it left you mouth Remus went feral, his thrust gaining speed and depth as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

“That’s it bunny…Cum for Moony.” He growled as his hands gripped your ass roughly pounding into you mercilessly.

“Ah…a-ahh Moony!” You screamed as you came, your orgasm making your eyes roll back as your body shook around him. 

“Fu—Shit! Y/N!” Remus cried out as he came inside you, panting against your breast, kissing them occasionally as you both came down.

Without separating you he walked to the bedroom and lowered you down to the bed his cock still inside you. You moaned a little as he pulled out but before you could get up Remus pinned your hips down and began spreading your legs.

“Wanna hear you screaming Moony again bunny.” He groaned as he ran his finger through your folds.

“Mmm look so good with my cum leaking out of you.” He added as he thrust two fingers into your cum filled pussy.

“Love it when you cum inside me Moony. Fill me up so good..” You slurred as he bent down to lick your clit.

“Is that right bunny? Wanna be filled up with my cum?” He groaned before sucking on your clit, his fingers gently massaging your g-spot.

“Y-Yes!” You cried out as you bucked against his hold.

“Want Moony to breed your pretty little pussy?” He growled making your eyes roll back again.

“Y-Yes fuck! M’cumming.” You whimpered as your legs shook.

“Good girl bunny.” He praised as he coaxed you through it.

“Come on darling. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He took out his fingers and sat up.

You sat up and immediately took his cum covered fingers into your mouth. Both your cum mixing together had you moaning around his fingers. 

“Taste good bunny?” He chuckled as you released his fingers.

“Yes Moony.” You whispered sweetly making him groan.

He was on you instantly, his cock shoving straight back into your sopping wet cum covered pussy. Your back arched off the bed with a high pitched moan ringing out as he fucked you. Remus was the opposite of Greg in every way. Greg was controlling in everything except the bedroom, where he was just lazy and selfish. You’d been together for years but it that time you could count on one hand how many he’d made you cum. 

Remus had surpassed that in one weekend together. Now a few weeks into the relationship you could honestly say you’d never been as satisfied and happy.

You felt yourself slipping into a dazed state something that had never happened. Your brain might have actually turned to mush as his thrusting got harder and deeper. Your eyes were half lid, your lips parted with constant moans and whines of pleasure.

“Cum for me bunny.” He whispered into your ear and you did. You toes curling, your legs starting to cramp as you once again came.

You weren’t sure what happened but you were in your own world. You knew the world was still there but for some reason you couldn’t focus. Until you heard Remus’ sweet voice coaxing you out of your current hazy view of the world.

“Hey bunny…you did so good for me. Can you try and tap my arm to answer some questions? Once for yes twice for no?” He whispered sweetly. You tapped his arm once letting him know you would making him smile down at you.

“Good girl. Do you feel floaty bunny?” Tap.

“We need to get you washed up and to the toilet. I’m gonna carry you is that okay darling?” He asked softly. Tap.

He picked you up your head lolling against his chest as he sat you on the toilet. He turned around to grab a cloth, wetting it with hot water and letting it cool down. He turned around and helped you stand up, leaning you over the counter to wipe up any left over cum. 

“You were so good for me bunny. Make Moony so happy.” He whispered as he helped you to stand up and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m gonna call the guys and tell them we’ll skip tonight.” He whispered gently.

“N-No I can go.” You argued, your voice croaking slightly as you looked up at him.

“Bunny…” He sighed softly making you pout.

“Wanna see Lemonade.” You whimpered with tears in your eyes.

“Okay okay bunny. But you don’t leave Moonys side. And no drinking tonight. You’re in subspace and I don’t want you to drop darling.” He explained to you slowly. You nodded your head and started stripping to change into something else.

“Can I borrow a cardigan Moony.” You asked sweetly, your lashes fluttering innocently.

“Of course bunny.” He chuckled as he helped you out on a fresh dress with one of his way to large cardigans.

***********

“You two are late!” Lemonade shouted as you both entered the pub. You were less floaty after taking a slow walk to the pub but you still felt clingy and more shy than usual.

“Sorry. We weren’t going to come but Bunny wanted to see Lemonade.” Remus answered as he sat you on his lap. 

“Bunny?” Sirius snickered making you pout.

“Ignore him darling.” Remus whispered as you nuzzled into him neck.

“What’s wro—is she in subspace?” Lemonade squeaked as she gaped at you.

“You brought her to the pub in subspace?” Sirius hissed as he shook his head.

“She wanted to and I’ve never seen her in subspace I didn’t know how she’d react to me telling her no.” Remus huffed.

“Hey Y/N want me to order you something to eat?” Lemonade asked gently.

“Yes please Lemonade.” You answered quietly making her lip fork a smile.

“So cute.” She giggled before running off to get you some food.

Just then music began playing making you wince a little as you looked up to see The Valkyries on stage. Except their lead singer wasn’t Marlene like it usually was. You tilted you head in confusion before looking at Remus.

“I’m assuming Marl’s throat isn’t going to get better then?” You asked a little more with it than before.

“Yeah she needs surgery and she doesn’t want the band to suffer so they hired a new singer. Tonight’s her first night performing live.” He answered as Lemonade ran back with a basket of nachos with all your favourite toppings and cheese sauce.

“Thank you.” You giggled as you dug into your food. Every bite clearing you mind more as Remus, stroked your hair and kissed your cheeks, whispering about how good you were.

“So since these two have nicknames I eel it’s about time you have one!” Sirius exclaimed making you scrunch your nose.

“Another fruit related one?” James grinned making you glare at the pair.

You stood up from Remus’ lap, deciding  to finally go to the bar yourself. Lemonade stood up but you waved her off with a playful eye roll before turning to James.

“I don’t need a terrible nickname from the likes of—

Just as you said that someone ran into you spilling a vanilla shake all over your dress, thankfully missing Remus’ cardigan.

“I am so sorry!” The woman cried out as she looked at you in concern.

“Vanilla it is.” Sirius snickered as you turned to him with the deadliest glare you could muster.

“It’s fine. Accidents happen.” You replied as you turned to the lady.

Remus took off his jumper leaving him in a plain white T-shirt as he traded you for the cardigan. You stormed off to the bathroom grumbling to yourself as you went. When you’d changed into the giant cream jumper that fell to mid thigh you burst of laughing. This was living.

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Baby daddy Chronicles (2)

A/N: Rest of the collection here Explicit Content Ahead, Minors DNI

Baby Daddy Attuma Chronicles on Ao3

After the door slammed behind Attuma, Okoye found herself weak in the knees and breathing quite heavily.

“You spent 6 years with that asshole?” W’Kabi sucked his teeth as he looked at Okoye adjusting her robe.

“He meant well. The girls probably worried him you know.” She dismissed his comment as she made her way into the kitchen and looked for a glass.

“Some brats they are. Sending him over here like a fucking superhero.” W’Kabi came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She flinched as he tightened his hold, her grip on the glass lethal. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you gotta teach them they can’t just go crying to him when they don’t like something. You know the other day I was over here and they would not shut up about-“

“Get off of me.” Okoye forced his arms from around her, almost going to chuck the glass at his head as he spoke. “Get out of my house.”

“Okoye.”

“You think you can come in here, get comfy and start talking shit about my family?”

“Oh please. You’re being dramatic as hell. Now let’s go upstairs and finish what we started.” He approached her with his shit eating grin.

God, what was she thinking? Was she really that starved that she let this man into her life so easily.

Her body gave into her earlier thought and threw the glass, barely missing his ear as he flinched away.

“Get out!” She yelled. “Get the shit you came with and go!”

He scrambled to get his things, only having one sleeve in his shirt before leaving. His car roared to life as he sped off.

Attuma scoffed as he started his truck and pulled it into the now empty spot in the driveway. Obviously she knew better.

When he stepped in, Okoye was waiting for him with a broom in hand.

“He’s gone so soon.” The man taunted with a smirk as Okoye shoved the broom in his hands and pointed to the array of glass on the floor.

“Shut up and sweep. Meet me upstairs when you’re done.”

“Can I get a kiss first?” He ran his thumb across her lip as she rolled her eyes.

“Kiss my ass.” Attuma shrugged as she turned away, opting to smack it hard enough she yelped and ran up the stairs a bit faster.

He locked the front door before he started sweeping with a smirk, hoping that just one of the shards had cut W’Kabi on his way out somehow.

“Attuma..hurry up!”

“Don’t rush me woman. Those twins are gonna be all over the place. Gotta make sure it’s safe.”

He made no rush to get up the stairs either, giving her enough time to fix herself onto the bed just how he liked.

“Where are they anyway?” She questioned as he rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame.

“My mom’s. She even offered them to stay the night.”

He lost his shirt and belt, tossing them to the floor as he climbed into the bed beside her. “We got all night.”

“Good.”

She dragged him close, locking her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “You miss me?”

He spoke low and gravely against her neck, planting a soft kiss on her collarbone. His voice went straight to her core, making her thrust up in wanting.

Attuma chuckled as his hands trailed up her thighs and under her robe.

“Hope you don’t think I’m going easy on you. Bringing some bitch around my family. Lost your mind for a second there didn’t you?” He taunted her with slow, too soft touches that felt as if they weren’t even there.

“Yes baby. I’m sorry. I missed you bad.” She groaned as he cracked his palm against her ass again.

“Take this shit off.” He pulled her arms from around his neck and she got to work on the simple tie holding the silk together.

Just like that she was bare for him to see. He couldn’t fight the smile that tugged on his lips as she dipped a hand down to cup her pulsing core.

“Attuma..I need you.”

“Oh now you need me? What happened to get the fuck out?”

“Don’t tease me you big asshole.” She whined, not really in position to demand anything of him but she could put on a show.

Her legs opened wide and he pried himself from her, kneeling at the edge of the bed as she slid her fingers between her wet slit. The sound was obscene and the contact made her shiver.

“Attuma-“

“No no no. Show what you do when you miss me.”

Attuma took hold of her foot, an anklet adorning her skin. He smiled as he kissed the rose shaped jewel on the anniversary present.

Without hesitation, Her fingers parted herself and she rub a small circle on her clit, eliciting a moan of the gods.

“Baby, come on. I’m sorry.” She whined further. All sex activities had truthfully been shit since she shut him out of her life the first time. It didn’t take her long to discover that Attuma had ruined her.

He’d taken the high and exhilaration of an orgasm and kept it in his pocket for only him to use. “Just…help me out please.”

“Oh poor baby can’t cum on her own anymore.”

“No.” She clenched around nothing as he shooed her fingers away and replaced them with his own. “I need you Attuma.”

The man kissed a path up her ankle and calf, sucking a bruise into her thigh as his fingers worked her skillfully. His name fell from Okoye’s lips like a chant.

She combed her fingers through his hair and held it back as he attached to her clit, drowning himself in her slick. His tongue worked the bud as his fingers dipped into her walls.

A squeal tumbled from her lips as she gripped at his hair. “Ah! Oh my god!”

Attuma groaned against her as his tongue worked faster and his fingers got deeper.

A coil in her stomach formed and she couldn’t warn him with coherent words, but he always knew when she was close. She clenched around his fingers and her thighs locked around his head as her orgasm ripped through her.

Okoye sighed blissfully as Attuma rose to his feet, planting a kiss on her lips as he got his pants off.

“I’m still disappointed in you.” He lined himself up and pushed in swiftly so she had no time to protest.

Her back arched up and her hands flew out to claw at his arms. “Think you can replace me so fast huh?”

Attuma pressed a hand to her belly as he started to thrust, slow and deliberate making her feel every inch. “N-no Attuma. I could never.” She panted, her head thrown back as she spoke. “But for the love of god move faster!”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” His free hand held her hip as he thrust harder, not faster. Just enough for her to jolt with a gasp.

“Oooh please! Attuma!”

“Please what?” He leaned over her, his breath getting heavy as his body engulfed her.

“Please go faster!”

Finally her wish was fulfilled as both his hands gripped her hips and angled them up. The soft clapping of her skin on his filled the room as he committed to a pace.

Okoye could feel the coil tightening again as he brushed that sensitive part inside her with every thrust. “Fuck I’m gonna cum…Attuma!” She whined against his cheek as he panted against her neck.

“Go ahead baby… Taking me so good… Such a good girl for me.” His eyes squeezed shut as his hips began to stutter.

He stopped moving, gathering himself as she came around him, holding him in like a vice. Once she relaxed, he was on her again, drilling her in with own release on the tip of his fingers.

“Shit baby…Missed you so much. So fucking good. Don’t leave me again baby please.” Attuma wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her up off the bed with a grunt.

He slipped out of her as he stood straight. Okoye’s legs wrapped around his waist tightly. He grabbed hold of his length, stroking a few times before sliding back in.

“You trust me?” He smiled up at her and she nodded.

“Always.”

“Good. Hold on.”

His hands took hold of her ass, squeezing as he bounced her up on his dick. Her grip on him faltered from the force and her head tipped back.

Her moans and whines rang through out the room as the new angle hit her right where she needed.

“Ooh shit! Daddy, right there!”

He didn’t let up, not once, even when her arms slid loose from his shoulders and he had to grip her neck up so she wouldn’t fall.

“Ooh..stay with me gorgeous..don’t lose it now..ah shit!” He watched as she struggled to keep her eyes open, tears rolling down her cheeks as she shut them for a moment.

“Fuuuck....where do you want me?” He slowed just enough for her to say something or give him a sign.

“Right fucking here. Don’t you pull out!”

“Mmm. Want me to fuck you full again? Trying for another baby? Maybe a set of three this time?”

“You crazy mother fucker!” She groaned.

“That’s right.” He chuckled as his hips got more urgent. A few more seconds and he was filling her up until he was leaking out.

She felt full, complete. And if this man ever thought about moving out again, she’d lock him in the attic.

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Hi!! I went back to my notes. I need to scratch that itch in my brain (writing down information) anyways, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES A 15TH ENTITY?????

Mag 134: Time of Revelation

As you can tell from my above comment, I am very surprised. How was I supposed to know. The Extinction. Again, killer name. Is that what's going to be the main villain of this season? Thats what it feels like so far. Also, interesting The Web and The End never tried a ritual. Plus, the idea of The Extinction wiping us out to replace us with another race to fear it in return. Thats cool. But that makes me think are we like part of the cycle? Was there a race before us but then they got wiped out. I guess not because The Extinction is a newer entity. Okay ignore that

One thing that's been bouncing around my brain is like..if any rituals worked. Like these entities have been around for I dunno since fear was possible I guess. Rituals, while they take centuries to set up, would be pretty common to succeed so I'm just wondering if any entity succeeded in a ritual that led to the world now.

I still don't like Peter. "Hopefully our patron" SHUT UP. Also love that Martin helped out Jon with all those recorders. Because Jon can sense them. though I guess he didn't know that

MAG 135: Dark Matter

The last of the trio of statements (MAG 57, MAG 106). I did point out that in MAG 106, her fingertips were burned. I guess its because she handled a god damn SUN. A DARK SUN?? Anyways Maxwell Rayner appearance, woo. Also, an explanation behind Daedalus which i throughly enjoyed. Although the part about the nyctophobe being used as a battery did make me genuinely sick to my stomach. Dunno why that was the most unnerving part of this podcast to me.

Anyways, a ritual for The Dark. Took them a while, like a solid 4 years. in Norway too. Home of Jurgen leitner. You would think killing Rayner would stop them but no! Cant be that hard to end their ritual, just point a flashlight at them

MAG 136: The Puppeteer

I love seeing different perspectives to the same story oh my god. Anyways this is related to MAG 110, obviously. I wonder if neil lagorio knew about..The Web from the beginning. Was he in cahoots? They said he would send people to watch previews of his movies and they were never the same so i feel like he was. Plus he was described with no warmth behind his eyes and that sounds very not human so.

Annabelle Cain. She popped up before in MAG 69. Nice to see she's branching off to other hobbies like killing old men. I think she killed him at least. And now that were talking about her, I'm reminded of Jons zippo lighter with the web design. Did she somehow send it? Because that zippo lighter was given to him in like s1 and it hasn't been used for any plot important stuff and I'm getting antsy over it, who sent it, I swear to god. Chekhov's Lighter.

Also, "there's me, Melanie, Basira-" "Traumatized, traumatized, paranoid" that is the funniest thing wtf. Another thing, I am very worried about Melanies therapist. like very. Melanie please be careful girl

MAG 137: nemesis

War statements always make me feel bad. So Wallis Turner gave this statement at the Pu Songling Research Centre (MAG 105) which is yknow the sister institute. I wonder if they serve The Eye as well. Anyways "Nemesis" appeared before in MAG 105. Im guessing the entity related to this is The Slaughter. Crazy their ritual failed, those losers. The Risen War. God why are all the names so cool.

ALSO, Eric. What did Gertrude mean about telling gerry about following in his dads footsteps? I checked my notes and in Mary Keays statement, it's implied Eric serves The End. At least that's what I got. he did get a gruesome end. Sorry.

I think that's everything. I see the next statement is Robert Smirke, oh my god. I need to know what this insane architect was up to, I'm so excited.

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nsfw alphabet with walter o'brien || X GN! Reader

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Walter understands how important aftercare is to a healthy sexual relationship. He wants to take care of you and actually do this relationship right. He always has clean clothes ready for both of you, along with your favorite show or movie ready to watch. He makes sure he's well stocked in healthy food and plenty of bottles of water.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Of your body : Your mind, definitely. He loves hearing what you have to say about anything. He loves listening to you talk to him.

Of his own body: His own mind. He's also pretty partial to his hands as they are what he uses to code and also please you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He always wears condoms, as he views cum as incredibly messy and he is a very neat person. He doesn't like messes. He'll never cum on your face, only ever in a condom and occasionally in your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He records your phone calls with him, and then jerks off to the sound of your voice later. He's very ashamed of this fact, but he continues to do it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

At first, no. He doesn't really know what he's doing. But after the embarrassment of the first night, he quite literally starts researching how to do everything properly and by the next week, he is incredibly skilled, but claims he needs more practice, after all he is a hands-on learner in some aspects.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

You riding him. That way his hands can be on your hips and he can hold you close. He can also see your face, and isn't worried about whether or not you're enjoying it, he can tell you are.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Walter is incredibly serious during sex. If you're a little goofy, he enjoys seeing your smiles and hearing your laughs, but he himself is incredibly serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Walter is incredibly well groomed everywhere. He thinks a good image is important, even with things most people can't see.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He showers you in very factual compliments. His touches are gentle and linger for a while. He's slow and takes his time to savor your body.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He'll call you up at late hours of the night, just to talk to him. He of course tells you that he's going to jerk himself off to the sound of your voice, but he doesn't care what you talk about.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He obviously has a voice kink, he loves hearing you talk in his ear about anything that you want.

He appreciates bondage in the aspects that it reduces sensory input for him. Being blindfolded and just letting you take control, not having to worry about any of his surroundings.

Biting kink. He likes to be bitten.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His bed. But only his bed. He doesn't want to do it in hotel rooms, too much room for error and annoying other patrons of the hotel. And he doesn't want to do it in your bed, but only because he loves seeing you buried in his mattress, letting him know that you're only his.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Intelligence. Just the two of you alone at the garage, having an intellectual discussion often leads to passionate sex right upstairs in his bed, sometimes over his desk.

You being direct and telling him exactly what you need. You can't dance around him or else it'll go over his head, but if you tell him that you need him to fuck you at that very moment, it'll drive him crazy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could put you in danger. Blood play, knife play, breath play.

Public sex. He's a private person and doesn't want people to know about his personal life.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I am a firm believer that this man loves a cock in his mouth or a pussy on his face. He'll never admit that he loves to give you oral, but it's pretty obvious as he does it any chance he gets, even if he doesn't get a chance to cum.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's very slow and sensual, though his kisses are needy and filled with a lustful flame.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh no. This man loves to take his time. He will only do a quickie if you guys haven't had sex in a while. But he loves to savor you and take his time. He wants to ruin you in the best way.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He'll only take risks if they're calculated. He's game to experiment, but only if he knows a lot about what you want to experiment with. He's not going to do something without any knowledge of it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can cum about twice before he's completely wiped out, but it can take a while for him to cum, mainly because he holds himself back. He doesn't want to rush.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any toys, but he's not against them. To him they're just a bit intimidating. But if you have toys, he'll use them on you, and maybe experiment on himself a little bit..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a very logical man and sees no point in teasing you. He'll never do it on purpose but sometimes he gets so caught up with something that he doesn't realize he's teasing you. He definitely makes up for the accidental teasing in the end.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's relatively quiet, but this man whimpers a lot. When he's receiving pleasure his breath is insanely shaky and any sounds of pleasure come out as whimpers and whines, even if he's being dominant.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When he first started dating people, he genuinely thought that he had an unusually low sex drive, or was possibly sex repulsed, until he met you. He just realized that he has never truly been attracted to someone the way he was attracted to you. He can almost never stop thinking about you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Nothing insane going on his pants, he has a decently large, but still sensible sized cock- around 6 or so inches hard. Just enough fill you, but not so much that you truly can't handle it. He's also relatively thick, it stretches you just right, but it's not painful.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Ever since he met you? Incredibly so. He is always thinking about you whenever he has the down time and if he can't have you right then and there, he does his best to sneak away and jerk off quickly, though he definitely prefers you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll never fall asleep before you. He always wants to make sure that you're safely and comfortably asleep before he falls asleep.

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me rambling about how steven perceives himself pre and post incident and some other shit

this was supposed to be about his autism ( among other things like his depression ) bc thinking about how he dealt with and handled it throughout his life, pre incident and post incident, especially at the time he wouldve been alive pre-incident ( somewhere in the 80s - 90s likely ) is interesting and thinking ab his dynamic w pallet town and. everything is so.. grabhebhrhdbhn. God. I got off the rails. apologies. this is long as most things i ramble ab are.

Also known as me just. Talking about all of stevens life and my hcs and aspects of it because its really interesting to me. I think people underthink how much everything fucking affected him despite the story of SR being a tragedy and its so interesting and deeply depressing to me . i love overanalyzing mixed with headcanons that feel in character .

tldr; he masked a lot . and post incident (obviosuly) he was very fucking depressed

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steven always wanted to be a role model to the people of pallet town. thats like, his thing. its how i interpret the implied text ( like of red looking up to steven ) and everything. he babysat red and blue, and he specifically wanted to be someone the children of pallet town could see as a role model. pallet town is a small, countryside town. it did not have anyone like that. at the time the most it had was professor oak.

due to this, it probably also fueled his need to become champion - its just a further example of him wanting to be someone others could look up to, especially for the people of pallet. and probably to some extent wanting to prove that you can do anything if you put your mind to it, no matter who you are or where you come from

... but because of his need to be a role model, he tended to act in a sort of persona that wasnt. entirely him but also kinda was? basically, he tried to act cool because it makes all of that easier. him having a charmander, an extraordinarily rare pokemon, helped with that persona he liked to keep. ( especially later when he realized miki was special in how she evolves early and is stronger than others of her species. this did not help the Incident. )

although his mask would often go down around the people he was comfortable with. his brother, obviously, daisy, and to an extent red and blue. it slipped more often around them but they still thought he was cool, he just is like. also a dork loserboy under it. which is charming!

hes very much a people person or at least tried to be. small town. pallets the type of place you go outside and greet your neighbor, talk about what went on with your days, and then wave goodbye. he was kind of a natural at those sorts of interactions, but some other aspects of socializing were kind of hard for him, mostly admitting fault or fears and as such, hiding them deep deep away.

this probably contributed to the Incident somehow. he had a fear of death and by extent and arguably more, loss. he was very protective of people along with being pretty careful with anything that could accidentally hurt someone.

for comfort objects, he likes things like weighted blankets as they help him a lot with sleeping - if miki isnt sleeping on his bed, he needs a weighted blanket to mimic the feeling as he just always needs some sort of comfortable weight on him as he sleeps, and he also might have trouble with sleeping in general. is this me projecting? yes. but to a degree all of my hcs about his autism are me projecting my own autism both bc i love to project and because i genuinely think he'd be similar based on the canon text.

the most he'd have for a stim toy is like a rubix cube because he grew up in the 90s, and honestly thats what he prefers - not as a puzzle its just satisfying to move around, and even then thats probably more of mikes thing tbh. if you gave him a more modern one he would not be interested in it and would feel sort of infantilized ( remember that he has the need to put up a cool sort of persona ). he stims by more natural ways, mainly combing through his hair when hes nervous and pacing for the same reason. when he's happy im unsure bc i dont imagine him as a like. whatever you call fist moving up and down excitedly. bbbuut maybe? he'd like stress balls but theyre too firm for him ... once again this is all projection and bc i think he'd be similar. autoassume this for any of my hcs abt steven that are like this

not steven but once again i think mike is more of the stimtoy guy . steven is the 'i am going to take a one hour walk to destress myself' type of guy . which leads into him wandering kanto a lot post-incident, even if sluggishly

his special interests were probably battle strategies and pokemon in general. but this is up in the air bc i hc him as yk using miki for everything. battle strategies are more of reds thing, so.... who knows. battling in general, probably. the love of the game tbh

miki is basically his like... support pokemon in various ways. kind of. he never wants to be seperate from her and is very attached to her. in what way you interpret this is up to you, but for me its emotional support. maybe physically too? unsure of the details. also she is similarly clingy to steven as steven is to her. big ass oversized dog of a pokemon.

his strategy was mostly using miki by herself. everyone else was mostly for TM's and emergency backup - i've stated this before i think but if theres a serious issue miki cant handle he'll try to take advantage of the environment or think outside the box, akin to battles in the pokemon anime .

he's had a few close scrapes but i hc him as an undefeated trainer before everything. this, him becoming champion and finally giving pallet town it's local legend, and miki being so strong and unique while being his main pokemon... yea, this didn't make the incident easy for him whatsoever. especially given the legacy he left behind became very quickly tainted, making him more frustrated and depressed than anything. a local legend turned into a cautionary tale. i don't think people explore that enough so I WILL !!!

this is technically just me rambling about how he is pre-incident and how his need to be a role model affected his life and . other mental problems he had huh . Well. Real as hell ig. anyways back to it

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post incident he is blatantly a "i hate people" autistic . Shy vs introverted. oh no... people. vs ewww people. If anyone knows that image he is the 'eww people' with the middle fingers .

he barely interacts with anyone due to obvious reasons and his social battery is on a constant low since he can never fully recover it anymore due to just. everything.

before mikes death, he was canonically depressed. walking sluggishly almost every day to mikis grave in the pokemon tower, likely staying there for hours or even overnight sometimes... his legs were definitely numb, his body was excruciatingly tired, he barely ate, slept, or took care of himself. he wanted to just die, slow or quick. at least he'd be with miki then.

he hated peoples pity, hated accepting the food or drinks they offered. he hated being even seen in this state. he wouldn't do anything about it though. it's not like his reputation could be repaired without her. so trying to keep up appearances didn't really matter anymore, as much as he hated it. he saw it as a personal failure in a sense, so he stopped keeping up that mask even if he showed his 'ugly' and vulnerable side he hated so much.

i don't think him being exiled by the same town he grew up in and heavily cared about helps. he has insane trust issues and this was the worst possible outcome. although in a more stable mind he cant blame them, it still obviously doesn't feel good to be considered a threat or a freak by your entire region, and then to be quickly forgotten about as everyone shoves anything about you under the rug. salt in the wound.

... he still cares, even if he acts like he doesn't. he always cared, he always cared far too much. he'll still sometimes look at pallet from the stone fence at night longingly. some people will report they see one red eye from the border, watching intently.

he does get things put inside said borders of his exiled ''enclosure''. like food so... either they didn't fully forget or they feel bad. he never gets to see who drops these off. whether theyre to ''appease'' the man they think is a monster or out of genuine goodwill is uncertain, but he appreciates it regardless.

he barely lives each day and lives off of frozen food at best. hes living in a dying old home, his heat definitely doesnt work so if he takes baths they're cold ones, his lights probably flicker and break a lot, and his house is just on the cusp of death half the time. depression and autism mixing together to make him not take care of himself whatsoever

he no longer cares about his self image so his personality if you ever somehow interact with him is very different. he's pretty blunt, straight to the point, and will give you that Autistic stare that makes you look like he wants someone dead. he doesn't, probably, he just has a bad resting face and a very intimidating glare. like the Too much eye contact vs Avoiding eye contact. he avoids it if hes nervous or flustered, though.

im stopping righ here idk what else to add. but. oghghrhg... Steven. Steeeveen.... he makes me so emo.

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Lewis. Understand you've got to go and see the stewards. I think this may be related – you might be able to confirm – whether it's to do with your nose stud. I've noticed you've got your piercing in. Could you tell us: did you forget? Is it on purpose? Are you making a point? I'd also like to follow it up: Charles, I've noticed you're wearing a ring. You either got married or have you just put this on before coming up here?

CL: I think when you get married it’s on the left?

Q: Well, normally yes… 

CL: No, no, nothing to do with this. LH: You’re allowed to wear it if you’re married. CL: Are you!? LH: *giggles* Yeah! 

Q: But if he’s not are you in breach if you were wearing it in the car?

CL: No, no, I wasn't. I always take them off and put them on again once it’s done.

Q: Lewis?

LH: I was not trying to make a statement. No. Basically we had this… obviously, I've had this… my jewellery and my nose stud for years. And obviously, we had that whole commotion at the beginning of the year. At the time it was, like soldered in. So it didn't come lose. They gave me at the time, for many races, they gave me, not therapeutic use, but like an exemption, until I could find a solution. And then went and got it taken out and tried to find solution, put it in and put it out. It got infected because of that. And I was just continuing on with this infection. And I had a blood blister and I was going on about it. So just had quite a sore on my nose. Then I went back and saw the… this is all stuff I've told them before qualifying. And then went back and had to have the… disgustingly, but the blood blister fixed because there was like pus and blood and stuff. And then put this in and the last two weeks it’s started to heal and they've asked that I keep it in. So it's crazy that we're obviously having to talk about something so small. I take everything else out. And yeah, at this point, I don't really care to be honest.