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Blasphemous Rumours

Warnings: 18+, smut, hierophilia, sacrilegious acts, priest kink, fucking on an altar, suggestive themes in a confessional, riding a rosary(?...), hair pulling, biting, light blood play, exhibitionism, suggestive themes during mass, probably smth else but i don’t remember. nothing too crazy🧌. im debating on linking the playlist i wrote this to, but it would kinda get rid of the anonymity of this account…. ~nero :)

Father Paul Hill x female!reader

Word Count: 6.3k

You hated this fuckin ferry.

You loved your family but you never understood why they never left that island. When you found your way out you left without a second thought. Vowing to never settle here again but that didn’t mean you’d never visit your family. Usually for the holidays you made your way back out here, but this time you just had a break in your schedule and wanted to visit. Wanting to visit didn’t trump the hatred you had for riding this fucking ferry though.

To be completely honest you didn’t hate the ride itself but rather how the journey made you smell like a feeding bucket at Seaworld. The evening sun was gracing you with its last bit of warmth as it began to tuck itself behind the horizon. Against the cool mist of the water for a split moment, you almost understood the appeal of this lifestyle.

Almost.

The ferry pulled up to the dock and your eyes fell on the shoreline meeting some abandoned nets and dried out seaweed. The seagulls' mews echoed as you exited the boat. Grabbing your bags you took a deep breath as your feet hit the sand and you began the trek up to your family home.

Nothings changed.

It’s been years and everything still looked the same. The houses, the people, hell even the smells were the same. It was uncanny. You saw the church in the distance and were relieved knowing that you could finally lay your bags down soon. As you passed the church your eyes landed on a relatively young man standing outside, a warm smile welcoming anyone that passed by. Styx-colored locks, a slender frame, and a face that looked ever so familiar. Pressing your lips together in a close-lipped smile and waved at him making a mental note to speak to him later.

Your family’s house was only two doors down from the church and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see them. Knocking on the front door you eagerly waited to see who would see your face first.

“Coming!”

You heard faintly from the other side and you were greeted by the face of your mother.

“Y/n! Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you!”

She embraced you immediately, nearly squeezing the life out of you.

“Hi, Mom.” You chuckled

Over her shoulder, you saw your little sister, Briar, smirking at you trying her best not to laugh at your current situation. Your mom pulled you into the house motioning for you to come eat dinner as you arrived just in time.

“Please, come eat. We’ll worry about your bags later. You came just in time to go to mass with us after.”

Mass? Why so late?

“Mass? Did you guys miss it this morning or something?”

Washing your hands you turned around to face your family as you dried them. Before you sat down at the table your dad came from around the corner physically interjecting himself into the conversation as your mom spoke.

“No, they happen—hi dear, they happen in the evening now. A new priest has been filling in for the Monsignor. Apparently, while he left for his trip to Jerusalem he fell terribly ill. Such a shame. But Father Paul is phenomenal! I think you’ll like him.”

Your mom looked at you with a knowing smile and you knew exactly what she was teasing you about. You rolled your lips around your teeth and began to eat, swallowing a sly comment.

After you guys finished dinner, you fixed yourself for mass. Although you weren’t religious on your own time, you did it for your family while you were here. Plus, it allowed you time to wrestle with your feelings with Christ to see if it really wasn’t for you. Your relationship with God or whoever was out there was complicated. Wildly complicated. You knew in your heart that you were a formal sinner yet you lacked the guilt that should’ve come with that.

If anything, you relished in it. You loved being entangled with the feeling of sin, it made you feel alive. You felt so strangled as a kid with religion, as if every move you made was under scrutiny so when you found the courage to separate yourself, you may have overindulged in things that were impious in nature.

Just as you were this evening, clad in a low-cut tank top, a hoodie, jeans, and slip-on Vans. If you felt you didn’t belong in Crockett before, you definitely visually fit the part now. Looking like a complete foreigner in comparison to everyone else. You screamed city. From your clothes, and makeup, even down to the way you spoke. You tried your best to eradicate every trace of Crockett when you left but there was one thing you couldn’t scrub away.

God.

God always found a way to squirm His way around your brain and tether you to this island.

“Y/n! You ready, honey?”

“Yeah!”

Spraying yourself with a light perfume you walked out into the front room where your family was waiting for you. Filing out the door, the walk to the church was quick which was something you despised as a kid and you could feel those same feelings bubbling up as you neared its entrance. It was as if God was mocking you, knowing that you had such an internal feud with whether or not you believed, what was right and wrong, and if you even had a sliver of faith left within you.

Sitting down in the pews next to your family, you felt at home once the incense filled your nose. The strange feeling of comfort washing over you as memories of your childhood flashed in front of you. The tottering organ that was moments away from wood decay, the massive crucifix in the center arch of the back of the church, and the haunting glow from the warm ambient lighting had you questioning yourself once again. You swallowed the thought, deciding that nostalgic comfort was weighing out your need for logic.

You were pulled from your thoughts as everyone around you rose to your feet and the chimes of the bell echoed through the building. It was at this point that you realized how many people were stuffed into the pews. Mass was never like this as a kid.

He’s either the hottest thing known to man or he’s sent from God himself.

Anticipation settled in your stomach and you fought the smile that was begging to stretch your lips. You needed to know what it was. Maybe he was just a really good preacher, and you were being facetious–or maybe you just walked into the next Jim Jones story. Either way, your eyes were glued to the hallway counting the seconds to the procession.

As everyone around you opened their book of hymns you were fixated on the white robe that exited the side door. You didn’t recognize either of the altar boys and for a brief moment, you wondered where the last two poor bastards ran off to. But then your eyes fell on his. His stark black hair wasn’t as neat as it was earlier today when you were walking through town. A few pieces in the front dangled over his right eyebrow and his head was bowed slightly as he walked through the pews.

Your mind was pulled away from fully taking in the man as you were distracted by how full the church sounded. When you were younger the hymns always sounded so hollow and weak, but tonight it resembled a traditional mass. Savoring the moment of repose you felt, you found it within you to appreciate the music resonating through the building finding it somewhat odd that they were singing a hymn that sounded so haunting.

At His feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye~

Your attention drifted back to the priest where he kneeled at the steps and then bowed his head at the altar. When his head raised to stare out across the pews you felt your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him. Your mom nudged your side, smirking when you turned to look at her.

“Told you.”

You shoved your tongue in your cheek, swiping it across your teeth as you sat back down. Mass went by in a blink considering you were completely engrossed in the man in front of you rather than his preaching. At some point, you completely tuned out his biblical orations and resorted to the simple pleasures of imagining him and yourself in various scenarios in the church.

In the pews, across the altar, across the altar with the front door open waiting for Beverly to waltz through, in the confessio-

“Honey, come. I want you to meet Father Paul.”

Your mom tapped you on your shoulder pushing you out of your trance of thoughts. Standing up, you smoothed out your top and took a deep breath in an attempt to shake out the tension in your shoulders you most certainly built up during your daydreaming. Walking out of the church you wondered why you were leaving if she wanted you to meet the man. You turned around and noticed that he was no longer at the altar either. Stepping out to the front, your questions were soon answered as a smooth voice sounded from behind you.

“I see we have a new face in town.”

Your mother butt in before you had a chance to speak for yourself. Laying her hand across the small of your back introducing you to the man you just spent the better half of an hour fantasizing about.

“For a little bit, we do, yes! This is my daughter, y/n. She usually comes around for the holidays but we got lucky this time around. This used to be her home until about two years ago.”

You stuck your hand out, Father Paul grabbing yours with a firm grip and you couldn’t help the compulsion to stare at his hand for a moment before quickly finding your mind and smiling at him.

“Nice of you to step in for the Monsignor. My mom told me you’re his stand-in for the time being.”

“Yes. I apologize seeing as I’m not who you expected, but I assure you he’s on the road to recovery.”

As Father Paul spoke, you couldn’t quite place why he looked and felt so familiar. You were running through files of how you could’ve possibly known him but nothing was coming out concrete.

“Oh! No need to apologize. I quite enjoyed your sermon, it was very similar to what I was used to growing up here. It’s as if he never left.”

You chuckled out your last sentence and suddenly nerves found themselves coursing through your body as you maintained eye contact. You were committing his face to memory. Whether it be for personal reasons in the dead of night or to try and figure out where you knew him from. You’d wrestle with that later. Right now, you were just hoping that you weren’t being painfully obvious.

You were.

You were bordering a fine line of staring and eye-fucking him that your mother and sister were finding absolute humor in. Your eyes flickered back and forth between his clerical collar and his face trying to shake the thoughts that were circling their way around your head.

“Well, I’m glad that I feel so familiar to you. I hope to see more of you during your time here with us.”

He smiled at you with such sincerity you forgot about all the lust brewing for a second. His face held so many emotions but you couldn’t place any of them.

“You will.”

You smiled back at him, your eyes holding something a little more heavy though. You were aware of the priesthood’s celibacy and something about knowing you couldn’t have him made the feeling that more intense. Although, you didn’t miss how it seemed the feeling was reciprocated while you looked at him. Father Paul spoke, breaking the silence that you two created.

“Well, it was very nice to meet the rest of your family, Mrs. L/N, but I am afraid that I have some matters to tend to back in my rectory. You all have a very nice night.”

His gaze lingered as he spoke, giving you the same treatment as you did moments before and it was making you squirm on the inside. His gaze was soft but so intense and the contrariety of it left your mind racing. While you and your family said a choir of goodbyes, you watched Father Paul walk away as your family made the way back to the house. Your sister spoke up, whipping you from your thoughts.

“At this point, you should just tell him you want to fuck him.”

Both of your parents exclaimed your sister’s name in shock but the two of you were left laughing.

“Oh come on, I wasn’t that bad.”

“Y/n, you might as well have been sucking his fingers in front of us.”

As you guys walked back into the house your mom snickered as you genuinely asked for her opinion.

“Was I being that obvious about it?”

She paused.

“You could be…less obvious about it.”

You groaned in embarrassment rushing straight to your room to avoid any teasing for the night.

“Goodnight!”

~*~

You couldn’t sleep. You opened your phone to check the time knowing full well that it was the middle of the night. You just wanted to see how late it was.

3:33.

Shit.

You let out an exasperated sigh wiping your hand across your face. It was usually at this point in the night that your hand found its way in between your pajama pants and gently glided itself across your sensitive floret. Your hips jolted forward at the contact and as soon as that sensation spread through your body, images of Father Paul flickered in your mind. As your finger circled over your clit you found yourself reaching your climax faster than usual. As your orgasm flooded through your limbs, your chest heaved for air trying to calm the euphoria running through your veins.

Pulling your hand from under the sheets, you let your arm drape across your eyes grappling with what you just did. But before you could really identify the problem with your actions, sleep weighed heavily on your eyelids.

When you woke up, your middle of the night scandal was the first thing on your mind.

How am I gonna look at him again?

A string of questions ran through your mind leaving you mentally scattered but as you got ready for the day and saw your sister in the main room, it left the front of your mind.

“Morning.”

“Morning. You gonna go to church today?”

You shot your sister a look that was a mixture of embarrassment and a playful knowing. You two erupted into a fit of giggles that ended with you looking at her out of the corner of your eye.

“Maybe.”

She watched you, impressed by your honesty, and nodded her head. Taking a sip of her drink she spoke through her swallow making her voice a little gummy.

“Your best chances of seeing him are in the evening. For some reason, he’s stopped coming out in the day. Probably to avoid Bev. That woman would sew herself to his hip if she could.”

“Bev was up the Monsignor’s ass too, nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve never seen someone try to get so close to fucking God.”

You both were laughing until you saw your mother emerge from the hallway and you halted the sound in your throats.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just givin’ Bev shit for being Bev.”

Your mom laughed through her nose and shook her head at your antics and you were preparing for a small lecture.

“So I take it you’ll be heading to the church tonight y/n? Typically we only go on Sundays now but I’m sure Father Paul would be ecstatic to see one of us a little more often.”

Your family took great pride in taking the piss out of you and to be completely fair you made it quite easy. You rolled your eyes at your mother because even she knew you had lost touch with your faith, but now you had reason to find it–maybe.

“I wasn’t planning on it but since Briar and now you have both greeted me with the question maybe I will. Build some rapport with the man.”

“We both know you’d wanna build something more than rapport with him.” Briar chimed in.

“I literally can’t even! You know…with him. It’s against their whole code. Don’t think I forgot. But also they like should come up with a code to not have hot priests, I’m just sayin.”

They both just hummed in agreement still silently giving you shit.

“You guys are terrible.” You laughed.

~*~

You had all day to conjure up a scheme of how you’d find a way to get close to Father Paul and you finally decided on a plan while you were getting ready.

Confession.

Technically you didn’t need a priest for confession but it’d be nice to have someone listen while you were in the box. Everyone separated into their rooms for the day and you hoped that was still the case when you stepped out of the house.

“Skirt’s a little long isn’t it.”

You didn’t expect Briar to be sitting in the main room so her voice spooked you before you registered her words.

“Yeah, but I think the side slits balance out the potential prude.”

You shoved your leg out to the side showing off how the slit in the maxi skirt stopped at the middle of your thigh. Paired with a fairly tight black long sleeve and chunky boots, you were bordering on looking like a mortician. In your mind, being clad in all black hid not only you, but your true intentions from being so visible. The last thing you needed was being sniffed out through a choice of clothing, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hopeful for an interaction.

“I’ll be back.”

“Be safe.” Briar snickered

Stepping out into the cool night air, you were thankful to feel something other than the emotional heat from your family. It immediately soothed your nerves and you found yourself focusing more on your plan. With the church doors open, you noticed you saw nobody walking in and when you walked up the steps you were surprised to see the pews empty. It felt like you were intruding, like a fly buzzing around a dinner table. Your footsteps echoed in the empty building and you felt an overwhelming feeling to run out and forget about this elaborate plan. To sacrifice your need for affection and carnal satisfaction for a walk across the shoreline or to the general store. Just something else.

Your eyes panned over to the confession box and you were wrestling with your gut feeling to stay. Maybe you should confess and get it off your chest…just not with him there. With disquieted uncertainty overcoming you, you took a step back to exit the church deciding that you’d come back another day, but when you expected your body to glide through the air, you stumbled into something solid instead. Whipping your body around you apologized profusely.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was spaced out and didn’t hear anybody behind me I’m so-”

And then you paused. As your eyes traveled up to meet the person you stumbled into your eyes caught the clerical collar. It was like a bullet lodged itself into your chest and you felt your limbs begin to grow cold from shock. You knew who lied above that collar and you had to find the guts to look at him in the eye.

“It’s no trouble at all. Are you alright? You seem pretty startled.”

Father Paul placed his hand on your shoulder looking down at you with genuine concern. You made the mistake of looking at him directly in the eye and you wished you didn’t. His deep brown eyes furrowed under his brow waiting for your response but you were entranced by him. Stuttering when you found your voice.

“I, uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just was in my head about something.”

Father Paul cocked his head slightly trying to figure out where to step with you. He narrowed his eyes for a moment and flickered back and forth between you and the confessional box.

“I noticed you were quite focused on the confessional, were you looking to confess this evening, y/n?”

You panicked. Backed in a corner, your mouth moved faster than your brain. It was too late before you could register the words flying out of your mouth.

“Well, yes and no. I’ve been quite separated from my faith as of late but I’ve been struggling with…some intense internal issues that can’t be ignored now. I’m not sure if confession would make it better or worse and that’s why I was so engrossed in it.”

“Well. We’re here now. If you’re comfortable, I can lead you through it.”

You were hesitant. You worried that in your current state, you’d divulge too much, but maybe that’s exactly what you needed to do. To just get it all out of your system and bear the humiliation. You looked at him one last time and it was as if he was waiting for your compliance. He may as well have been extending his hand out to lead you to it. Closing your eyes and accepting this as a fated moment you inhaled a deep breath and nodded.

“Okay.”

Walking to the confessional, you got down on your knees, folded your hands in front of your mouth, and exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked through the latticed opening and made out a few of Father Paul’s features. A feeling began to pool in your stomach as you realized the dynamic of the situation you were in. Your mind swiftly moved into the gutter wishing you were on your knees for a different reason.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned–and will continue to do so.”

You paused deciding one last time if you were going to bear all your bones here. Swallowing your pride, like a gun sounding the start of a race, you relieved yourself with zero guilt.

“Being separated from my faith has left me in a deeply sacrilegious state. For the most part, I can ignore my thoughts, my taboo interests but since I stepped foot back on this island it's all come bubbling back up.”

You looked to see if Father Paul was looking at you but he stared straight ahead giving you his complete focus to your confession.

“I find, grave desire in things I shouldn’t. Sexual hunger that I can’t displace somewhere else because I know the only reason it brews within me is because I know it’s wrong. Father, these feelings came back to the surface when I laid my eyes on you during Mass. I couldn’t help it. The feeling that pooled in the depths of my stomach and left me aching for something more. Forgive me, Father, for my boldness, but I fear that the only way I can feel relief is to…release.”

You felt your breath quicken at how honest you were being but it was soon replaced by the feeling of of excitement.

“I know it’s wrong but I…I can’t stop the feeling. This is all I can say, I’m sorry for my sins.”

Silence.

You felt like you sat in silence for an eternity waiting to hear his voice echo to your side, but you didn’t. Instead, you heard the pace of his breathing. You almost confused it for your own but you held your breath trying to calm your nerves and still it echoed.

“Father…I. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any-”

“Y/n. Come to the other side.

As you rose to your feet, you heard the door on his side of the confessional click open. When you stood in front of the door, it was the first time this evening you found the courage to look him directly in the eye. There was a dastardly hunger swimming in his brown eyes. Like a predator stalking his prey, his aura was intense and left you frozen in front of him awaiting his command. His eyebrow slightly cocked upward and his hand raised, coaxing you towards him. You followed, pausing before you stepped inside his side of the box but he coaxed you forward with his voice so smooth and alluring. With little room, you were left to slot yourself in between his legs.

Your breath hitched as you looked at him again and he patted his thigh with his hand that was wrapped in a rosary. Clenching around nothing, you made the swift decision to close his legs and straddle them instead of taking his knee. Letting your hands rest on his shoulders you stared him down. Nothing but salacity was radiating between your bodies and quickly you began to feel your desire rise into your face. Searching his eyes for any indication of his feelings you opened your mouth to speak but he occupied the silence before you.

“I wondered if, you would find the courage to be truthful and I must say I’m struck by your honesty.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

You fucked this up, bad.

“Father, I-”

“No need for any apologies. I’m glad you were so honest.”

“You…you are?”

“Lying is a sin, so yes. But it relieves me of my own prurient conscience so that I may indulge in you free of guilt.”

You weren’t paying attention to the movement of his body due to being so focused on his words, but when his words were punctuated with the rolling of his rosary-clad finger across your cloth-covered center, you were made very aware. Your cunt clenched around nothing and your body lurched forward unintentionally writhing over his hand. Your breath came out in shutters and your eyes, now hooded with lust, gazed into his own in a frenzy.

His fingers kept gently teasing your bud through your panties and you couldn’t help the compulsion to ride in tandem with his movements. The beads of the rosary gifted you an unknown kind of pleasure that you knew would afflict your mind for the rest of time. It was a feeling that was near indescribable but the pleasure was too good to deny. You rested your head on his forehead, gripping onto his shoulders for some type of leverage. You bit the corner of your lip in an effort to silence yourself, but your ragged breathing was near that of an incensed bull.

“If you did a better job of controlling yourself yesterday, I may have been fooled by your sheepish nature, but you just couldn’t quell this desire on your own, could you? You went home to seek some satisfaction but you found none, so you came here to plague me instead. Praying that I’d fix this ache within you. Am I right y/n?”

You went to respond but Father Paul’s finger slipped past the barrier of your underwear, leaving you to feel your arousal be spread across your puffy petals. A moan escaped your throat and the way it echoed off the confessional walls into the church made you shrink into his body. A pathetic attempt to hide from your lechery. Father Paul hummed, urging you to speak as he sank two fingers into your honeyed garden. Catching your breath, you found your words.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Father~”

You brought your head up to look at him again, too dazed to even feel like this was real. As his fingers continued to roll themselves against your sweet spot, your breath quickened as your mouth stayed ajar looking for the courage somewhere in yourself to slot your lips against his. As he rolled his finger over your swollen bud, your body decided for you. Your lips danced in a sweat and lust-filled hysteria leaving your brain foggy with desire. You rolled your hips into his hand needing more of him and your sounds slowly increased in volume as you felt a bead of the rosary slide across your center. The feeling of the beads slightly grazing your sensitive lips brought you faster to the precipice of elation than you expected and you pathetically whined for your release.

“I’m, I’m close, Father.”

You expected him to speed up his ministrations, but instead, he removed his slick-ridden fingers from your garden and brought them up to his lips. As if his hand was dripping in myrrh, he sucked you off of his fingers and paused before he spoke. Ghosting his fingers across his lips, his tongue hesitantly licked the tips of them as he dragged his hand away from his face.

“If you’re going to be brought to rapture by my hand it will be done when all of me is inside of you.”

Father Paul motioned you to stand up and you staggered out of the confessional with him not far behind. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the center of the church pews up to the altar. Ripping the white cloth off the altar, Father Paul held his hand out before sitting you down on the altar. He caressed his hands down the curves of your body before toying with the waistband of your skirt. Looking down at you, you saw the fervor swimming in his irises.

“My sweet lamb, is this alright?”

You nodded and he slotted himself in between your legs feeling his bulge at your center. Depraved and corpulent lust washed over your body and your fingers fumbled with his belt, unfastening it with haste. You looked up at him and his face was closer than you expected, the heat radiating off of your bodies leaving a mist of humidity between you. You palmed him through his jeans and an inviscerated moan crawled out of his throat. The sound urged your body to move faster, the need to have him inside of you becoming near unbearable.

He kissed you again, insatiable ardor all that you could taste. The feeling trickled down your body leaving goosebumps across your soft skin and a river seeping through the fabric of your panties that slowly painted the apex of your thighs. He tapped your thighs and you took it as a sign to lift your hips. In a swift motion, your skirt and underwear were left in a pool by the altar. Father Paul removed himself from his sweater, throwing it in the pile of sacrilegious cloths that served as a visual reminder of the desacralization that was about to take place. He left his button-up to cling to his chest and he moved his jeans and underwear down to the middle of his thighs, leaving him with his fervid cock on full display.

You kicked your boots off your feet, the thud echoing a little bit louder than you intended. With your feet now free from their confines, you wrapped your legs around Father Paul’s legs, bringing him as close as possible. Your hand slithered between your bodies and varnished the tip of his cock in your amatory nectar. Your moans harmonized in synchrony and you gazed into his lust-blown eyes seeing nothing but black and you were sure yours were the same. He asked silently one last time for consent and you nodded slightly before he entered you.

The stretch of his cock was something you felt only one could dream about. It filled you perfectly and you knew you wouldn’t last long. Your head dipped back in zeal, relishing in the feeling that was rushing in waves over your form. When your head tipped back up, your eyes met the enlarged crucifix that hung in the center of the back wall. For a reason unknown to you, locking eyes with Jesus as you desecrated His holy house made a pang of carnal hedonism tangle in your sexual daze.

Your hands webbed themselves in Father Paul’s hair gripping at his strands and pulling his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, feeling his breath heat up your skin. You felt his mouth open and drag itself across the side of your neck. A slight chill graced the parts where his spit marked his territory. You felt his breathing get heavier and all of a sudden you felt his cock slip out of you and he picked you up from the altar, turning you around and kicking your feet into a perfect V shape. He bent your body over the altar and slowly pushed himself back into you, the new angle making you cry out in complete perverted passion.

His thrusts were deep and pointed making sure that you felt every inch of him drag in and out of your seraphic labyrinth. Just when you felt that the feeling couldn't get any more intense, his hand entangled itself into your hair and pulled your body up, flesh against his chest. His thrusts became rougher and you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

“Feel good, my dove?”

You were fucking yourself back onto him, any coherent thought on the brink of leaving you amidst your ardent pleasure.

“S-so…so good, Father. Shit.”

You were running out of air, your body paying more attention to the dam that was about to burst within you.

“Better than your hand?”

“Uh-huh”

Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure and were hooded as you looked back at him. He gingerly guided your body back down to the altar and removed his hand from your hair, slowly tracing his hand down your back. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and the feeling had you crying out as his tip kissed your cervix. You felt his body lean over yours as he moved your hair away from your neck. His breath was sticking to your neck before a whisper ghosted over your ear.

“I’m sorry, but trust me right now.”

He licked from the base of your neck and then you felt him pierce your skin with his teeth. In your licentious stupor, you just moaned out at the contact not fully registering that his teeth were sinking into your flesh or the fact that footsteps were echoing through the church.

“Father, you weren’t in your rectory so I assumed this would be second best to find you-oh…”

Bev.

Her grating voice almost brought you out of your daze, but Father Paul resorted to slow, deep thrusts as he kept he kept sucking your neck. When he lifted his face from your neck you felt a warm liquid trickle down your skin and pool towards your collarbone before landing on the altar. You lifted your head, your body weak and wracked with pleasure. You could barely make eye contact with her as your eyes were so hooded but you heard her voice resonate through the building once more.

“Haresis Dea.”

Your head dropped unable to focus on her and your body rolled back into Father Paul’s, needing more of him as your orgasm was slowly fading back into your body. As you moved against him, his hips slowly began to thrust back into your sloppy cunt as Bev waited for some semblance of an explanation.

“God has chosen her. He has chosen to consecrate this union, this nocturnal metamorphosis with lascivious intent because she is the last piece. God has willed it this way and has chosen her.”

Father Paul bent down to lap at your neck again and his hips regained their momentum. You pushed yourself up from the altar and wrapped your arm around the back of his neck lapping at the blood that was dribbling down his chin.

“Very well.”

And you heard Bev’s footsteps walk out of the church, the main doors closing behind her. Father Paul picked you up again, turning your body back around to face him. There was a certain ferality that wasn’t in his features before that had you clenching around his cock. With the doors shut, you both let your moans reign loose, a salacious cacophony filling the air. Your eyes scaled up the wall again and you came face to face with Jesus as a pool of heated arousal settled in your lower stomach begging to be set free. Your head knocked back in avidity and you didn’t see him slice a small cut in his wrist.

When his thumb found your enflamed bud, you brought your head forward and he placed his bleeding wrist against your lips. As a wave of sexual delirium washed over you, your mouth hung open and he urged you to suck on his wrist. The metallic taste flooded over your tongue as your orgasm heightened your senses. Father Paul kept fucking you through your high until he reached his own, his cock painting your labyrinth a warm alabaster. He pulled his wrist away from you as you both were trying to calm down your breathing.

Both of your mouths now covered in a drying garnet hue, you found yourself pressing your lips against his once again, unable to satisfy this ache completely. He chuckled as you both pulled away.

“Easy, my dove.”

You nodded, placing your hands flat against his chest.

“Let’s get you dressed and then walk to the rectory, hmm?”

Licking your bottom lip and locking it behind your teeth, you nodded as you slowly made the return back to your body.

#priest kink #priest smut #father paul smut #father paul hill x reader #father paul hill smut #father paul x reader #father paul hill #midnight mass smut #midnight mass netflix #midnight mass imagine #monsignor pruitt #monsignor pruitt smut #monsignor pruitt x reader

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cherryredstars · 9 months

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Hiii cherry♥️ i have a request for simon🙃🫠 ok so smth where they kidnap his civilian wife and he's losing his mind trying to find and save her😣😫 also she's pregnant but he doesn't know🥲 love your writing mwah mwah💋💋♥️♥️

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst(???), Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions to Simon’s Trauma, Happy Ending

Summary: His worst fear has come true.

Word Count: 1.5K (Unedited)

He’s loosing his fucking mind.

Of course, right when he got comfortable. Right when all these fears started to melt away. Right when he was happy and he had a family again. Everything always goes to shit for him. He can't have a single good thing. History repeats itself. Again and again and again. He should have known. He should have known better. He knew better. He shouldn’t have gotten close to someone again.

Six good years. Six peaceful years.That’s what he got. Six years without any threats, or blackmailing, or discovering. Six years of learning how to love and be loved. Six years of finally having a home again. Six years isn't enough. He wants more damnit. If you’ve taught him anything, it's that he deserves more. And he’d be damned if he didn’t fight for it. Fight for you. But in order to do that he has to fight through this… this fog in his head. This murky fuzziness that shadows in the corners of his mind. It makes his trained focus wane.

He can’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes. He’s zoning out. One second he’s thinking strategies in a briefing room, then his eyes are floating past Price’s shoulders and he’s looking at the fucking wall. You’re missing and all Simon, or Ghost, or he can do is look at the fucking concrete walls like a fucking idiot. Any sounds are just white noise, a soft, distant buzzing. He doesn’t process anything. It’s not going through one ear and out the other. No, it’s not even reaching him. He’s not even thinking about anything as he sits there. It’s all just blank, empty.

He’s claustrophobic too. He can’t sit in a room for too long. Can’t stand too close to any single person. Fuck going to the mess for food or training or meetings or even being on base. He can’t even fucking spend more than an hour in his barrick before he can see the walls shrinking in on him. It makes his breath quicken and he races out of there quickly. But there isn’t anywhere else he can go. He can’t even stomach the thought of going to your shared home. He knows the second he steps in he’ll feel like a traitor, a murderer, and an accomplice to your abduction. He won’t survive that, he can’t. It feels like he’s back in that fucking coffin again.

He needs to get up and walk around. His body demands it. He… he needs to be doing something. He just doesn’t know what. So he trains and works out and runs laps over a thousand times. He bounces his knees when he sits. He shifts in his chair no matter how comfortable it is. He picks at loose threads on his gloves and he fidgets with his combat gear. He cleans and disassembles his guns and puts them back together. He does paperwork, or he attempts to. He can’t focus on the words and he can’t get his words right. He spends the time in his office bouncing his knee and clicking his pen and sweating because even though the window is open he can see the walls caving in from the corner of his eye. Nothing is right. Nothing he does is ever right.

He’s just so tired.

In the late hours of the night, usually on the nights he comes back from deployment or had a god awful nightmare, he would lay awake with you. The two of you facing each other, breathing in each other’s exhales as he played with your hair. He would lean in close and whisper into the still air, I don’t know what I would do without you. It’s the truth. Look at him now: an unfunctional mess with less capabilities than a bloody piece of paper. He’s absolutely useless without you. I don’t know what I would do without you, he had said. Guess he knows now, and his future doesn’t look very promising, (not that it would last more than a couple of hours if you weren’t ever saved).

He isn’t the only one who sees how he’s losing his mind. Everyone sees it. Johnny, Price, Gaz, even fucking Laswell. It makes him want to laugh. In fact, he does laugh in Price’s face. It’s funny, really. Really goddamn funny. Price and the lot of them. He won’t admit that he feels like he’s backed into a corner. That he’s seconds away from barring claws and fangs at them. He thinks he’s really fucking funny.

“You’re not going on this mission, Simon. I’m not signing off on it.”

Ghost wants to roll his eyes. Of course Simon isn’t going to go. That weak, emotional twat would get killed in seconds. Ghost is going. Not Simon, never Simon. Not anymore. But Price is looking at him like he’s fucking stupid. Like he’s dense and missing something. Then it clicks. If Simon isn’t going… that also means Ghost isn’t going. Two lives in one he realizes. Ghost and Simon. Simon and You.

“Like fucking hell I’m not going!” Both of them growl, Simon and Ghost together. For your sake, he can get his mind straight. There is no fucking way that he isn’t going to go out there and save you. Leave your life- the only life that matters in this damn world- in the hands of someone else? He thinks absolutely fucking not. He just hopes Price doesn’t see the thickening film over his eyes that’s been developing since you’ve been gone.

“It’s too personal for you. At this rate, you’re more of a liability than an asset.”

The anger coursing through his bones is strong and vibrating. His hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides and he feels like he can breathe fire. “Yeah? Things between the two of us are about to get fucking personal.”

Price does nothing but look at him calmly. He gives Ghost a pat on the shoulder, one that he quickly brushes off, and… walks away. It leaves Simon fuming, but as he stands there, his mind drifts again. And it floats and it flutters and his mind has gone blank again. His anger dies down to nothingness. He hates when that old geezer is right.

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It’s made final. He watches them through the cameras in Laswell’s room. Yeah, he’s on Laswell’s personal assistant duty. He’s standing besides her, brooding as the rest of 141 board the chopper. He watches as it slowly begins to lift off the pad, and in a few seconds, it’s flying away. Laswell gives him what’s supposed to be a comforting pat on the shoulder, but Simon just stands there, looking at the empty helicopter pad.

He spends the rest of the time blanking out. He doesn’t really care for what Laswell is saying to her team on base, telling them to check coordinates and statuses and whatnot. Every now and then, one of the lads says something in comms that fills the room with static words. It all just sounds like white noise. Simon only realizes that they retrieved that target when Laswell shakes his shoulders and gives them a tight squeeze. It takes him a minute or two, his mind trying to channel in. But then it hits. It registers in his mind and in his heart and in his body. The fuzzy edges of his mind recede and everything looks sharper than it has in the past week and a half.

You’re coming home. He sags, head buried in his hands. His shoulders shake as he cries.

Even when the tears dry, he stays in that position until the boys get back. He jumps up, following behind Laswell to the medical center. The rest of 141 is there already, conversing about the briefing they will have to go to afterwards. When they hear the two of them approaching, they quieten up and smile. Simon doesn’t give them the chance to say anything before he pulls each of them into a hug, muttering that he owes each of them one. When he gets to Price, he holds onto him the longest, thank yous rushing from his mouth. When he finally pulls away, he asks how you are.

Price smiles, slapping his shoulder firmly, “Both are fine. Just check ups.”

Simon furrows, looking at Price, “There was another hostage?”

He’s confused when no one answers, looking around. He wants to slap the wide smile off of all their faces. Have they gone manic or something?

His attention draws back to Price as he chuckles, “Her and the baby.”

Simon feels his breath escape his lungs, his mind getting light headed. He might just cry again. He wastes no time walking into the room, eyes wide as he looks to the bed. You’re conversing casually with the nurse, hand resting on your stomach. When they both hear him enter, the both of you quiet and turn. You smile at him, opening your mouth to say something that never escapes as he rushes you. His hug is bone crushing, but you let him have it.

You’re finally back. You and the baby.

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sooniebby · 1 year

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Okay so you can treat this as a request if you like but tbh I just want to get this idea out of my head lol

So I’m a Tsukishima lover, I always imagined him as being the type of person to just be very private abt his love life + being into like more buff intimidating people

A lil scenario that came to my head is halfway through second year Tsukishima and the reader, who lowkey looks like he would beat someone up, starts just waiting outside the gym after practice and leaving with Tsuki and everyone is like “huh?” But no one says anything because bro is scary.

Then one day someone finally has enough of being quiet abt it (probably Hinata let’s be honest) and asks abt it and Tsukishima just like casually “oh, that’s my bf” and EVERYONE is shockedddd.

This also applies for after highschool. Like he’s a famous volleyball player and mid live interview he’s like “me and my fiancé really like blah blah blah” and everyone is again shocked cuz he’s ENGAGED? Then he posts pictures and it’s the reader has buffed up way more after high school and is maybe even into boxing or smth. Anyways he’s basically death glaring the camera (the reader is trying to smile I swear)

Anyways have a nice day/night/wtv

Your idea is so cute—I wrote a little short story for it! SFW!

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The Karasuno volleyball players would say that they aren’t scared of nothing. They played volleyball against the best of the best and still came out on top last year. Nothing could truly fear them.

But he did.

And honestly he scared everyone.

Only Tsukishima looked unbothered by the dude but he was unbothered by everyone. The dude, who looked like he belonged in the Yakuza, waited outside the gym for at least an hour or two before leaving everyday.

“What if he kills us…?” Hinata asked.

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “You’re being over dramatic.”

“Yeah, Hinata! At most he’s just a scary looking dude,” Noya joked. Yamaguchi didn’t look too keen on a random scary dude just watching them play so Yachi has to quickly comfort him.

Takeda had a somewhat idea on who the mysterious dude was. He’s seen him in classes so he was a student at the school. But he didn’t seem to be in a club.

“What if he’s waiting for a moment to kill you?” Tanaka suddenly said, earning a blank stare from everyone else. Yamaguchi looked to be on the verge of passing out.

Okay, they were certainly overreacting towards the dude. The dude in question was Nanase (Name). A second year who was in a club.

The cooking club. Which was a shock to most people. (Name) never knew why but it was most likely because he looked like a 1980s Japanese gangster to the regular person. Being at least 6’0 and buff as if he was an American football player, it was no secret why most people avoided him.

At first, the group decided to just ignore (Name). He wasn’t actually bothering them so maybe he’d go away after awhile. But soon he was there whenever they practiced but would always leave once they finished.

It was getting worrisome for the players. Just what the hell was he waiting for. Well, they got their answer when (Name) didn’t leave right away. He stayed there even as they cleaned up.

Tsukishima left without Yamaguchi, which wasn’t shocking. He had been walking home without him for awhile.

No, it wasn’t that to shock Karasuno.

It was Tsukishima leaving with (Name)!

Hinata and Noya let out dramatic gasps at the sight while Yamaguchi panicked at ‘Tsuki’ going with someone so dangerous. Takeda had to calm the boys down before they popped a blood vessel while Kageyama simply thought a bit more logically.

They were probably just friends.

“Just ask him tomorrow, dumbass.” Kageyama said, watching as Hinata began to think of the worse possible scenarios in his head.

Hinata agreed. He might have petty fights with Tsukishima some does but he would save his friend from a potential attack!

He was way off, obviously.

The next day, when the strange dude was outside again on his phone. Hinata sprinted up to Tsukishima who was drinking his water innocently.

“TSUKI!”

Tsukishima cursed as he suddenly coughed, almost choking on the water in his throat. Once he could finally breathe, he turned around to glare at Hinata.

“What’s your—?”

“—who’s that strange person outside?! The Yakuza?! A killer?!”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Hinata pointed towards (Name), accidentally gaining his attention. He panicked when he noticed (Name) walk over to the gym with a puzzled look on his face.

Hinata, in a state of shock, confusion, fear(?), and just stupidity, screamed and jumped up onto Tsukishima’s back. Tsukishima cursed as he tried to pull the idiot off of him.

This caught the attention of the other players as they turned over to see Tsukishima, (Name), and Hinata together.

And while what was happening was (Name) trying to call Hinata down and get him off Tsukishima.

What it looked like was (Name) attacking Hinata and Tsukishima. Well mainly Hinata since Tsukishima still towered over (Name).

“Oi!! You leave my kouhai alone!!”

“Tsuki!!”

“What in the…”

(Name) flinched when Noya held a broom right at his face, causing him to quickly pull away from Hinata. Tsukishima groaned in annoyance as he was finally able to pull Hinata off of him and dropped him on the ground.

“Can you all just fucking calm down?” He sneered, gaining their attention. Noya reluctantly held down the broom and watched (Name) with a curious eye.

Kageyama, being a bit smart today, decided to just ask what they had all been wondering. “Who is this guy?”

“My boyfriend. Nanase (Name).” Tsukishima said, nonchalantly. It was silent as everyone tried to process the information. (Name) looked a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure why they were so scared of him.

He wasn’t that scary looking (he was).

“Oh, that makes sense.” Yachi said.

“Boyfriend?!” Hinata screeched.

“Someone wanted to date you?” Noya questioned.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Tsukishima glared at him.

“….what I said.”

Tanaka quickly held Noya and pushed him away. “But why do you look like a gangster?? Had us scared for a moment man!”

“Yeah, it’s a bit creepy to just watch us from afar during practice…” Yamaguchi muttered.

“I… I wasn’t watching you guys. I was just watching Tsukishima…” (Name) blushed in embarrassment. “I was also scared to meet you guys.”

The Karasuno players glanced at each other. Shocking, since they were so scared to meet him.

“Well, if this is over, we should get back to practice,” Takeda said, clapping his hands. The others reluctantly agreed and walked away, each waving goodbye to (Name).

Once it was just Tsukishima and (Name), (Name) smiled. Well, as close as he could smile. It honestly looked like a grimace.

“I’ll try to stop being creepy.” He said.

Tsukishima shrugged. “They’re just idiots. Don’t mind them. I’ll see you after practice.” He wouldn’t given him a kiss but he could feel eyes boaring into the back of his skull.

He could tell it was Yamaguchi… yeah, he had a lot to explain to him. After that, everyone welcomed (Name) with open arms while Noya continued to jokingly introduce (Name) as a gangster.

Which prompted two volleyballs to the face daily.

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Lowkey doesn’t feel short actually 💀 but you guys should do more requests like this! It’s very fun to do this :)

#bottom male reader #haikyuu x male reader

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hotchs-big-hands · 1 year

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ngl i would genuinely get off to making haley jealous and angry because of how fucking easy it is. my personal hc here but i think she was controlling and thought she had hotch wrapped around her finger and it infuriated her that his job was the only thing he refused to listen to her about. i also think she tried to baby trap him with jack in the assumption that would "fix" their marriage and when it only made it worse she blamed aaron for never being home when she easily couldve hired a nanny or regular babysitter so she could work or do whatever. i believe she cheated bc of that one phone call to their house when hotch answered and it was a random man asking for haley before hanging up and the look hotch gave her like yeah he knew she was fucking around too. i think it made her even angrier that when she filed for divorce hotch didnt even fight her onit! didnt ask to work things out or for counseling or anything. just "okay ill sign the papers when i get back from this case"

now assuming reader is mid twenties i think your very existence would have her enraged. aaron seems happier and even healthier. hes got more color in his face, hes put on some healthy weight, he smiles and laughs now, he takes more time off work, his life has clearly significantly improve since she left him and she cant fucking stand it. she thought she was the best thing that ever happened to him and now shes seeing in real time she's actually the worst thing ♥️♥️

and you thinks its funny as hell to watch a 40 year old woman with a whole ass kid be that bent out of fucking shape because the man SHE LEFT is fine without her. like yes maam i am younger than you, hotter than you, nicer than you AND i can ride the dick just right. stay pressed bitch 💕. and when she tries interfering in your relationship hotch asks you to put up with it just for a bit because he knows hack is still adjusting to coparenting and he wants the best for his son so you let him handle his exwife until she crosses a line and tries to accuse you of some shit and aaron finally puts his foot down and haley cant believe that shes really lost complete control over aaron (haha fuck you haley)

like i fantasize about a situation where haley is trying SOOOO hard to break yall up and drive a wedge between you two and it isnt until jacks birthday or some big family function aaron brought you too and haley cant help it but lowkey stalk yall all night and so youre like "aaron watch this" and you drag him off to some secluded corner and hes like ??? but you tell him "hold on baby give it a minute. bet you anything haley pops up" and then once you hear footsteps you give aaron a big fat smooch and surprise surprise!! whos coming around the corner? why its haleys stalker ass following you two like a creep!

i literally just want to cuck haleys pathetic ass because fuck her and her scraggly blonde hair and that nappy ass wig she had on in witness protection with her no-style-no-personality-all-about-me havin ass 😒😒😒😒

sorry this is such a convoluted mess i just hate that lady 😭😭

I NEEDN'T SAY MORE THIS IS EXACTLY MY THOTS I WANT THAT WOMAN SEEEETHING AT THE SIGHT OF AARON BEING HAPPY AND THRIVING. SHE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE THE CRAZY EX WHO PROBABLY ENDS UP HARASSING YOU.

The SECOND she says smth nasty abt you Aaron is soooooo fucking pissed. She insults you saying you're just a whore sleeping with Aaron for his money (and cuz us babes are plus-size queens she HATES THAT) and that Aaron is not attracted to you.

And Aaron OOF he takes her to one side and tells her she is fucking nothing but the mother of his child now. That YOU are his everything. YOU make him the man he is now. He's fucking happy with you as the love of his life and that Haley made him chronically stressed and depressed and almost completely ruined his self esteem. He warns her to back the fuck off from him and reader. He does not want any communication with her unless it's to do with Jack. End of.

#cutie kenzie #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #💌 ah asks #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine

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thetarsier · 1 year

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hear me out hear me out… getting ill and being kind of loopy and saying things to lockwood you wouldn’t normally say and he just laughs affectionately and tries to take care of you but then you get him sick afterwards and you just recuperate together while watching some old hugh grant movie or smth like that?? (also welcome to tumblr and i love ur writing omg)

a/n: omg thank you, you’re so sweet <3

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings/notes: i don't think there are any, just being ill and Anthony being sweet.

<3: anthony lockwood x reader, established relationship

“You’re pretty.”

Anthony laughed, the sound making you immediately smile in your idle state. Your confession had come after a thirty-second-long coughing fit that had to have been the most unattractive you had ever looked. But you weren’t worried about that, because you knew that Anthony wasn’t, either; he would love you either way, any way.

He gently pressed a cold towel to your forehead, as your body shook with shivers despite burning up. Fevers were uncomfortable enough for everybody, but when they hit you, they hit you hard.

You’d caught the flu somehow, and Anthony hadn’t left you alone for longer than a couple of hours so that you could sleep. Even then, he sat by your bedside whenever he could, watching over you, making sure your chest kept rising and falling.

It was just the flu, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. He was extremely protective of you in every aspect of your lives; in the field, at home, out in public - he never let you walk next to the road, or into any situation that even had the potential to put you in danger without him, and when it was your turn to cook dinner, Anthony almost always helped you, knowing how prone you were to forgetting the oven gloves.

“Thank you, Darling,” He took the towel away and placed it on the bedside table, “So are you.”

He constantly complimented you, but in your sickly state, his affection pushed you over the moon and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him to repay the favour; you were lucid enough to know that that wasn’t a particularly good idea. Anthony always found a way to make you feel exactly how you did when the two of you first got together - with him, the honeymoon phase had lasted for almost two years.

“I love you.” You closed your eyes, leaning into the pillow underneath your head.

“And you.” He pushed your hair behind your ear as you groaned, eyes refusing to open even as your face scrunched up in a pout.

“Not fair. Not good enough.”

Anthony hated saying ‘I love you’. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel it, you knew that he did - it was difficult to spend two years with someone and not love them - but he’d hidden his emotions for so long that admitting them was always difficult. He didn’t like being vulnerable. But your request was a salve to the burn it created in his throat when he finally swallowed his fear.

“I love you, too.” He whispered, words for only you to hear before he kissed your forehead and settled back into his chair.

You pushed your hand out of the confines of your duvet, reaching for him across the small space between the two of you as though you would crumble without some kind of physical tether to him. Anthony obliged your request, leaning forward and taking your hand between his, kissing your palm before settling down and watching over you as you fell asleep.

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Anthony walked into the room with a sniffle and then woke you up with a cough that sounded like it hurt both his chest and his throat. He set the glass of water he’d gotten for you on the bedside table, but you pushed it back toward him once you’d finally managed to sit up.

“I think I got you sick.” Your voice was still croaky, a sure sign that you were still ill even if you had passed your germs on to your boyfriend.

“No, no,” Anthony waved your concern away, but his drooping eyes spoke louder than he was, “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” You complained, “I got you sick. Admit it.”

“Okay, darling, I’m perhaps a little bit ill,” He admitted, holding his hands up, “But I’m fine, just focused on making sure you get better.”

He was always like this. Always focused on your health over his own, always making sure that you felt okay even if he felt worse. And as much as you tried to help him, he always put the focus back on you. As much as Anthony liked being the centre of attention with everyone else, liked being Lockwood, with you he was a background character, and he wouldn’t allow it to be another way.

“Let me…” You pushed yourself up further, reaching your hand out, and Anthony came willingly, leaning his forehead into your palm, “Love, you’re burning up. That’s gotta be, like, forty degrees.”

“It’s not that bad. Thirty-nine.”

“Baby, thirty-nine is bad,” You scolded, moving your hand to cup his cheek instead, “I can’t believe I got you sick.”

“Thirty-nine is not as bad as forty.” He mumbled, reduced to nothing but slightly blushed cheeks at your telling-off.

“It’s not as bad as forty,” You conceded, smiling gently at him, “Come on, if you’re already sick you may as well join me in here.”

You pulled back the corner of your duvet, and Anthony barely waited a second to consider before he climbed into bed next to you, burrowing into your arms and burying his face into your neck. You hadn’t been able to touch him like you’d wanted since you’d gotten sick, so having him curled up into you was like a refreshing breeze on a hot day.

“Should we watch something?” You suggested, gesturing loosely to the laptop at the end of your bed, pulling the tech towards you once Anthony had nodded against your shoulder, “Our favourite?”

“Mm, yes,” Anthony groaned as he drew closer to you, “Hugh Grant is all we need in life. Forget George and Luce.”

“Amen.” You laughed as you selected ‘Notting Hill’ and set the laptop back down where it had been before in a good position for the two of you to be able to watch the film.

It wasn’t necessary, however, because by the way Anthony was slumping against you, it was obvious that he was going to be falling asleep in minutes. He was always like that - falling asleep like a baby as soon as he was in your arms, as though he knew that he could finally relax when you were there, like you were the only person who could never judge him.

“I’m sorry I got you sick.” You kissed his hair in apology, and he could only muster up a hum against you.

“I’m glad you did,” He whispered against you, “I can finally sleep.”

And you did, both of you, cuddled up in your bed with ‘Notting Hill’ playing to nobody, never happier despite the illness both of you sported.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood comfort #anthony lockwood fluff #anthony lockwood imagine #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #lockwood and co fic

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everestica · 11 months

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Hi !! im new too your acc and wanted to do a pjsk prompt !!

How aout the reader x the fantasista squad (no kaito and seperatly) with a reader that like gets a role in a play or smth and at the end they have to like fake a kiss with the other uy playing the prince and the get jelous or smth like that ? (no estalished relationship please)

remember too eat drink and sleep !! srry for any typos im sick rn QwQ

♕Project Sekai Boys x GN!Reader: Jealousy!♕

♕ - Hi! Well welcome to my account, and I hope this is to your liking! I did do a friendship with Akito, and an acquaintanceship with Toya I hope that's okay but if not I can always re-write it! This was so fun to write and thank you so much! I hope you start feeling better!!

You had been nothing but excited when you had found out that you were playing the lead role in the upcoming play for Kamiyama. It wasn’t often that they held plays, and when they did it was a huge schoolwide thing, either everybody wanted to be a part of it or everybody wanted to know who was going to be a part of it. So this year when they had finally hung up the paper that had said your name next to the lead role you were ecstatic. It wasn’t long until almost everybody found out and congratulated you, but what you forgot to look at was who was playing your love interest and when you finally found out from one of your friends that it wasn’t somebody you even knew all that well you started to get a little freaked out.

Akito had been a good friend of yours since you were in middle school, you had originally met Ena in your art class and soon was introduced to her brother. When he had also read the cast list he seemed a little upset, not with you being the lead, he was so excited for you, but for the casting of the love interest. Another guy. He had been wanting to use the time at rehearsals and the kiss to get closer to you, but that wasn’t gonna work with another guy in the way of it. It had been weeks since he had actually had the chance to talk to you, since you were always busy with the play and you didn’t have any classes with him at all. So it was only in brief passing that he actually got to see you, but with the overload of students and the underload of time he never had the chance to stop and speak to you. It had been a couple more days it was time for the before showing for anybody that wanted to come, so he, An, and Toya decided to go together, as it was during lunch and it would also give Akito a chance to talk to you again, but as the play was going he just kept getting more and more pissed off. Starting with frowning, then crossing his arms, and then finally tapping his foot on the ground. An was too involved to figure out what was happening to the ginger boy next to her, but Toya wasn’t (too) oblivious. He figured out after he started crossing his arms that he was pissed at the “nobody” that was flirting with you. Toya only slightly chucked under his breath and was just quite possibly going to mention it to you later.

He was one of the quiet kids that you had come to know through the year as he was always willing to help you on things if you didn’t understand them. You two normally hung out in the library to work on some of the math work that you didn’t understand during lunch and after school. Though for the past couple weeks you had to keep canceling since the play, it had taken up most of your time throughout the past couple weeks making sure everything was ready and you remembered everything. He was a little upset by this but when he was studying with you he heard nothing but how excited you were to be in the play this year and how hard you had been working for it. He was obviously excited when he had heard through the halls that you had gotten the lead, though after hearing some more conversations throughout the hallway that some other guy that he had never even heard of was playing your love interest. He came to almost all the open rehearsals, since he had told his dad that he was gonna be “studying” and was going to be staying after school anyway. So after watching the first couple rehearsals and realizing how close that guy was to you, and how much he always flirted with you to get “more in character” and all he could do was watch with a frown that guy trying to lean in and kiss you.

He had known about the play from overhearing you talk about it with your friends during your couple shared classes that you had together. You two really didn’t know each other, only having a couple class assignments and projects that you two had worked on together, and him overhearing conversations with your friends, though he was excited when he found out that you were trying out as well. He had been hoping that he could find something that you were doing as well so he could possibly have more of a chance to talk to you, though he never thought that this would be it, but when the cast list came out and he realize that he was playing the villain and you were playing the main character, while some unknown person was playing your love interest. He was obviously upset but at least he would still have the time to see you when you were at rehearsals, or so he thought. The whole time that he was going to go up and finally talk to you, the guy who had been playing your love interest had been flirting and fake kissing you trying to “get ready for the performance”. Rui could only sigh and watch as this “nobody” kept faking kissing you and telling you (In his opinion) the worst pick-up lines ever.

As somebody who had mostly starred in all of the plays around Kamiyama he was well known and normally was always found practicing in school and after school. You had heard about him from the other cast lists that had come out and when you figured out that he was also auditioning it did kinda scare you a little, but you were quickly cured of that when you realized that you had gotten the lead and was the third side lead. Though it was confusing when you saw as your love interest somebody that you had never even heard of but you just shrugged it off, though Tsukasa wasn’t that easy. He wasn’t even going for the lead of this one but after hearing your audition he wanted to play your love interest, too bad that nobody had beat him to it. No matter, you two were still in the same play and he still had plenty of chances to talk to you, well that was at least his plan. Too bad it backfired on him. The day that rehearsals had started it was always you and that “love interest” the whole time. There wasn’t even a place for anybody to get a word in since he was always basically hanging all over you and trying to be more “in character” by touching you and telling you dumb pick-up lines. Like how dare he, The great Tsukasa could do so much better then “If you were a vegetable you would be a cute-cumber” but all he could do was cringe every time the guy said that you were a “fine-apple” and pretend not to notice all the times that he tried to lean in for a kiss.

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marcspectorstannie · 5 months

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⁂Meet the parents⁂(Steven grant x f!AA! reader)

Summary: reader takes Steven to finally meet her parents for dinner and has to prepare him for what her family is like

Warnings: slightly cursing most likely, a little angst if u squint, black trauma

A/n: this is intended to be a female/feminine and African American reader so just a heads up! I've been thinking about writing smth like this for a while now

A/n2: this is honestly so fuckn long and I'm so sorry LOL

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"Now I have to warn you, my family is a bit...much." You both sat in the car in front of your parents house. The car was turned off so you were both is a weirdly comfortable silence. As much as you loved your family it was always rough bringing people to meet them as they always scared them away by being too loud or gossiping a bit too much. But Steven insisted on meeting them, even after your constant warnings.

"Your family can't possibly be that bad, love. I think you're just being a bit of a scaredy cat." Steven raised his eyebrows at you and tapped your nose playfully. You rolled your eyes and smiled a bit. He never met your family personally, he just knew the little stories that you would tell him that you remembered from your childhood. You closed your eyes and sighed softly "I'm not scared I have nothing to be scared of. It's just..." it was hard to tell him straight up that black families are a lot different from other families "they have their many differences to say the least, and I'm not even sure if it's just my mom and dad there or if they invited my cousi-." Cutting you off, your phone rang violently. It was your mother. Hesitantly you picked it up and placed it on speaker.

"When you gon' get here? This food gon get cold now." Your mother questioned, the pots and pans clattering in the background. "We're actually just looking for parking mama, we'll be there soon don't worry." You looked over at Steven with a nervous expression. "Aight now don't be making me wait for you and you bringing company ova to my damn house.. " You rolled your eyes at your mother's comment. "I'm not mama, I'll see you in a few." And before you could say anything else she had hung up. You sighed loudly once again and placed your head on the steering wheel. "I guess we shouldn't keep her waiting, might ring you again." Steven said softly. "Don't worry, this night will so swimmingly. " You smiled at his vocabulary and opened your car door. "Let's get this over with."

Soon enough you were knocking on the front door. Your mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts of what could happen throughout the night. "And when you're speaking to any adult just say yes or no sir or ma'am, you will quickly be called disrespectful. " You rushed out any last warnings to Steven at the door. Surprisingly he was the more calm one for once. "Breathe. I've got it. Besides,im always respectful." Just after he finished the door swung open and you both were greeted by your mother, wearing her good blouse and church shoes. "There's my baby! Come in, both of ya! " Your mother let you in and closed the door behind you. The house was exactly how it was after you moved out. That yellow-orange tint to the lighting and brown cabinets and floors. The scent of homemade food traveled through the whole house.

"Ray! Get in here, your daughter and her lil friend are here!" You'd forgotten what her yelling sounded like after so many years. She knew Steven was your boyfriend but still denys it, especially your father. You watched your father hobble into the living room with his patterned button up shirt and glistening bald head. "Though you had forgot about us, so busy thinking you grown and allat." You smiled and shook your head. You looked over at Steven at seen him picking his nails and examining the old house."Mama, dad. This is Steven." He finally looked at your parents after hearing his name and gave a small smile, sticking out his hand for them to shake. "Happy to finally meet you both,I've heard so many nice things about you." Your mom chuckled and shook his hand "Good things huh? Back then we were such awful parents to her apparently, couldn't wait to get out and live her own grown ass life." You smiled out of embarrassment "Mama I never said that at all." She put a hand on your back "Come, let's get to what y'all really came for, that good food. "

After a while of getting settled and your mom blurtting out your business to everyone, you all finally sat down in the to eat in living room. You had a kitchen and dining room, of course, but your mother would have lost her head if anyone got food in the dining room. Steven had helped your mother pass out the plates as you stayed and talked with your father on the couch.

"So tell us a lil bit about yo self, Steven. What's yo last name?" He felt his face get warm from embarrassment, "Grant, miss." Your mother turned to you with an eyebrow raise, "think you got a cousin with that name, think they up there with the Lord now though." Your eyes widened as she continued to eat as if nothing happened. "So what do you do for work, son? " Your father finally chimed in to speak after almost eating half his plate. You looked at Steven as he looked at you as well. You knew how this was going to end. "I used to work at a gift shop at a museum but I got um, fired.Sir." You saw him look down at his plate and tried to eat to distract himself from your parents reactions. "Don't be letting him use you for yo money, girl. Don't be hangin' 'round no bums." "He is not a bum, mama! How and why would you even say that?" You quickly shut down your mothers disrespectful comments. "Don't be getting smart with me girl! I can still whoop yo ass at yo grown age, don't phase me none." Your father placed a hand on your mothers shoulder, "Not in front of company, Jeanine." "I don't give a damn, Ray. I don't want my daughter with a bum. Ian saying that he is, I'm just lettin' her know to remember that."

You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your anger and you look over at Steven. He had his chin almost to his chest as he picked at his plate of food to distract himself from the argument happening in front of him. You grabbed his hand from under the table, causing him to pick his head up. "Wanna head out?" You whispered to him. He hesitated before he shook his head no,"I can handle it.." You pressed your lips together and squeezed his hand tightly. "Ok mama, I get it. Can we at least try and act presentable?" She shrugged and continued eating her food. "You watch football? Basketball? Anything like that?" Your father knew bringing up sports would annoy your mother, but it was better than the constant arguing. "No sir, I'm uh more of a cricket person myself." Steven gave him a small shy smile. "Ahh" he exclaimed "I just noticed you had that lil accent, where you from son?" "England, sir. I moved here about a year or two ago.Been trying to pick up on the american slang, so many different words."

Steven and your father talked for a few while you and your mother sat in silence. You didn't wanna say anything, the slightest thing said to you by her would be considered disrespectful and get the black slapped off you. She was silent until she suddenly let out a weird comment. "You know them British didn't like us black folks, we was slaves to them back in the day." Your eyes widened as she continued to talk "Had to follow what they said. Yo great grandmother was a slave to those British people until she was finally a free woman and had yo grandma, may her soul rest in peace." She drew the cross across her chest and pointed towards the sky. Your face was so scrunched up you almost couldn't see. Why would she bring that up, especially in front of company? It was like she wanted to embarrass you. Ever since Steven said he got fired your mother has been slick with her comments and disrespectful remarks. And of course, your father fails to do anything. You had to go home.

"You know what, it's actually getting pretty late. Think we should start heading out, he's got that job interview tomorrow." That last part was a lie, but you know your parents believed it. You just wanted to get out of there. "Lemme wrap that food up for y'all then, bring me yo' plates." Your father grabbed the plates and headed into the kitchen. Your mother didn't do anything but continue eating, not looking up once. It was like the memories from your childhood started to flood back to you just standing there. Steven took the 2 plates that your father had placed in a bag and shook his hand "Pleasure meeting you both, sir. Have a wonderful evening." Your father smiled and went to hug you. "Bye baby, sorry about your mother." You gave a fake smile to him and hugged him back before finally walking out the door. You didn't say anything until you finally got into the car and put your hands in your head.

"I'm sorry, love." Steven said quietly, placing the food on the floor of the car. "I should have insisted on meeting your family so much,this would have never happened." You felt your eyes began to sting as you quickly blinked them away. You removed your hands and shook your head, "Just wish she would change.Nothing changed since I left." You grabbed your keys and started the car before finally driving home in silence, thinking about your mother.

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#marvel #moon knight headcanon #moon knight #steven grant #moon knight x reader #steven grant headcanon #moonknight #moon knight comics #marc spector #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #black reader

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wifeofsnowbaird · 8 months

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You put a spell on me

[A/N: I was too lazy to wait for the end of the poll. also i haven't watched the show and wikipedia is kinda holding me up so don't get mad at me for messing smth up, i'll go on the fan wiki tho, they always have everything.]

[EDIT: guys I forgot about the civil war 💀💀💀 I finally fixed it tho so yay]

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[Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth's version) x desi!oc]

Warning: description of blood, slight violence, flogging, racism, flogging, slaves, smut in maybe part 6?

Summary: Sheila was a slave taken by a British couple at the age of 12 for her singing. She was brought to America even though they had the 13th Amendment where slavery was abolished. She saw a friend of hers, who was brought with her, getting flogged and that was her last straw, proceeding to run away. Until she sees the most notorious outlaw in the South, then she settles to free her friends from the British couple that came to America for money.

It was July.25, 1878, Lincoln County, New Mexico. Sheila woke up to nothing but harsh screams coming from one of her friends as she was beaten and whipped. She felt worried because the girl was new…Unlike Sheila who had been with the owner since she was twelve, merely because his wife liked her singing when they had come to visit British India.

Her friend, Catherine, was a sad sixteen-year-old, mourning the death of her parents. They had threatened the owners of telling law enforcement what was happening but they knew that they wouldn't do anything about it.

The other slaves ran to her screams but were faced with fear and did nothing besides revel in their powerlessness. Sheila sat there, her damp brown skin and greasy raven hair clinging to her shell of a body. She knew how this would end, knew that they would be feeble against the man–Edward J. Mason– but she was ready to clean Catherine’s wounds and reassure her that she would be alright.

“Oh, look at my slave, Sheila, so obedient! You never have to hurt her, Edward!”

The sadistic gray-haired man chuckled, kissing his wife.

“ And aren’t I glad, Penelope! We chose her when she was twelve, it has been seven years since, of course, she’d love us, this is why I love Indians! They always gift us with beauty and trust.”

They both glanced at the gaunt, starved girl before chuckling. The Mistress patted Sheila’s head and reached for a rake beside her, beckoning to the other slaves.

Penelope Mason was a woman no different from her husband. Many wives were afraid of their spouses but Penelope was a wife who had nothing but pride in her bones. The rake in Penelope’s hand was covered in blood, meant to whip the slaves that threatened their control and most times Sheila could willing block out the screeches and screams, but now she just felt angry, ready to beat the couple with no morals.

But she was stuck being useless to defend them.

Fear is a burden that was attached to her like a drug, and only withdrawal held her back from screaming her heart out.

Until she found a boy with the brightest blue eyes.

From what she’d heard, he was an outlaw.

Billy the Kid was infamous because he was the man who killed a sheriff months ago, and chased out of the state. It was a mystery how he gained the courage to return to New Mexico.

“ Who’re you?” The man questioned, his vibrant cobalt eyes gazing at her with hostility.

Sheila didn’t want to think more about the dominant color in his entire posture and frame. His clothes were darker than sin and brighter than the sun, but his eyes were the only thing she could pay attention to, causing her to ignore their proximity.

“ I am a slave, belonging to the Mason family.”

He tilted his head, shocked eyes analyzing their surroundings.

“ I didn’ ask what you were forced to be, I asked who you are.”

“ My name is Sheila, is that what you want?”

“ Huh, I’m Billy, but considerin’ the poster you were starin’ at a min’ ago, you already know that. But...how did you...No, how dare they have slaves!”

The dividers were made by @wandanatromanova

#billy the kid #tom blyth imagine #william h bonney #billy the kid imagine #tom blyth #billy the kid smut #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x fem!oc #billy the kid x oc

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nighthaterfrfr · 9 months

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Do you have any more headcanons/thoughts about your Steph and Max as half-siblings AU? :)

BRO IVE BEEN OK

ive been wanting to discuss this for so long but for ppl who want to know (mostly background)

-i think that max and steph share the same dad, he seems like the one to sleep around. however, he settled w steph's mother and a secretly pregnant max's mother ended up w his ass of a dad.

-for a while, maybe 13-14 years, they never knew about their relation to each other. however, max and steph definitely saw the other one in school. max was praised as a football prodigy and steph was infamous for being a slacking and skipping mayor's daughter.

-they look somewhat similar. from the nose, ears, eyes, hell even the hair? there are small differences here and there, but they were definitely called siblings by their classmates

-they were also quite good friends. apparently, once u find out both ur dads are assholes, u bond. max would invite her to all his football games and she somehowb goes. these two were best friends, practically inseparable.

-one day in 7th grade, solomon was complaining to ms tessburger abt his affair. steph was overhearing about how it's odd to see one of kids succeed at something, while the daughter he has is doing nothing of importance.

-like any teenage girl w a completely shitty relationship w her father, steph was enraged, and a bit jealous. finding out she was related to max unlocked a bit of a one-sided hating towards him

-max however, always knew that he had a sister. before his mom divorced, she told him stories abt his birth father, and how when she was with him, she had no idea solomon already had a girlfriend.

-she reached out to steph's mother and had informed her of what happened. however, since she couldn't get out of the marriage jst yet, her mother instead acknowledged and thanked max's mother.

-ofc, max's mom never told him who his sister was. knowing him and his father, she feared that sudden new relation between him and the mayor's daughter may get to his head. so, instead she jst told him that he had a sister in hatchetfield.

-from around mid 7th grade to early 8th grade, max noticed how whenever steph was forced into a group w him, she'd always looked pissed off. annoyed. generally angry.

-in the 8th grade during lunch, max came up to her table, asking "the hell is wrong w me??? we used to be close u fuckin', uh... DINGUS!" this offended the hell out of steph and she umped out of her seat and started to swing punches at max. as any middle school in america does, a bunch of students started recording and posting it.

-steph and max sat in the principal's office, both with a lot of bruises and some bloody hands and noses. as solomon lauter and jagerman's father walked in, both of them stared at each other. eventually, max's father got into a full blown yell w solomon.

-as the two kids watched their fathers yelled at one another, that was when steph turned to max and finally revealed why she was so distant. "apparently, ur my fucking brother or smth."

-max sighed, looking at steph w a disappointed glare. "im sorry for being.. ur brother, i guess?" he replied, the two laughing as he explained his side of the story, and further strained the relationship between steph and solomon

(alr onto actual headcanons)

-they do love joking abt being half-siblings around their friends. despite it being true, theyre all so confused on if either max or steph is lying or not.

-the first person for max who found out that his sister was steph was kyle. he couldn't rlly believe it, but he jst kinda vibed. so max telling him went rlly chill.

-on steph's side however, when pete found out she had max jagerman as a brother, she was immediately bombarded with questions and pleas from pete. she tried offering these ideas to max, but he dismissed them, telling her "i need to remain on top, steph!" secretly, he does go easier on the nerds. by a little bit.

-max and steph spend the most time together outside of home, more at school or wherever. whether its going bowling w max's teammates at some bowling lanes, or hanging out in the lakeside mall jst the two of them.

-neither of them ever had a proper enough relationship w their family, so spending time w each other relived them of that disappointing truth a little bit.

-one time, max got so pissed at steph he threw a football at her from like, 40 yards away in order to get her attention. unfortunately, steph being preoccupied on her phone did not notice the absolute perfect throw coming right into her head.

-safe to say, he apologized and ran to her, trying his best to relieve her of a bruise.

-because of this incident, steph had wanted to begin learning how to play football. max was her teacher, and he sucked at it. like, explaining anything to her was alien to steph. however, over time, she slowly got the hang of it, and was good to a point when max stopped teaching her

-sometimes after a nighthawk game, if u stay jst long enough, u can see steph and max throw a football at each other from pretty far. and if ur lucky, seeing steph trying to tackle max. but most of the time, that mostly leads to the funniest image of steph falling ever.

i have a lot more, but my ask IS open yall lmaoooo

#npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #steph lauter #stephanie lauter #team starkid #max jagerman #starkid hcs #npmd starkid #hatchetverse #hatchetblr

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wordsarelife · 1 year

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could i get a george x reader where the reader is an agent from like texas or smth, and is rlly bold and brash and straightforward

—i knew you were trouble

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

summary: reader expressed her likeness for george all the time.. seems like he finally gets it

warnings: a bit flirting but nothing suggestive, fluff

note: hope you like it! couldn't really add anything texas related, not really an expert!

"there she comes, Georgie" you could hear Anthony Lockwood mock the moment he laid eyes upon you. ever since he had found out that you had expressed interest in his researcher, George wasn't safe from being the victim of Lockwoods relentless jokes.

"hey, Georgie" you said smiling and Lockwood send George a knowing look, like he was trying to say that he had predicted it.

"h-hi y/n" George always stumbled over his words when you were around. Lockwood found it embarrassing, you would find it endearing

"Lockwood" you greeted, nodding in the boys direction.

"hey, y/n" Lockwood smiled and watched while George tried to find his coolness. wherever it had gone this time

"so what do we have here?" you asked, looking around the old house in which Lockwood and co had just finished another case. you were the primary supervision ever since they had burned down a house. Lockwood and Barnes had agreed upon a DEPRAC agent closing and overseeing the missions for atleast a year.

Lockwood was totally against that at the beginning, but since he met you, he didn't really mind. you were young and nice, not stuck up like most of DEPRAC's agents, and he loved that you were quite possible the only person George got startled by.

"Lockwood knows the most about-"

"I'd like to hear it from you, sweetheart" you smiled at George. the boy grew red as a tomato and Lockwood giggled.

"can't wait to tell Lucy about this" he called in your direction

"maybe you could also ask her to sit down George and teach him how to flirt. he's not doing very well at the moment" Lockwood raised his finger and pointed at you, fully agreeing to what you were saying, but laughing too hard to actually say anything

George gulped "eh, returning back to the case"

"yes" you nodded eagerly "returning back to the case" you interlocked your arms and walked him inside the house, listening intensively to what he was telling you, or more trying to tell you. it was a bit hard to tell through his stutter and the little moments in which his eyes would just linger on your lips

Lockwood was absolutely sure that George was utterly in love with you. not that you would mind, you had been trying to score a date ever since you had met the boy. you had to agree that George was quiet hard to crack. not because he was particularly good at masking how he felt, but more because he would turn red and break into a stutter at literally everything you said, even in the moments you really didn't intend to flirt.

but that made you like him even more. you knew that he wasn't a douchebag that would just play with your feelings, like the many boys you had dated before stumbling upon this very endearing one.

"so, y/n" George clamped his hands together, while you both made your way outside, after discussing the case and you formally declaring it as closed.

"yes, George?" you asked smiling

"maybe, I-" he stopped himself before he could stumble over his words again "do you mind going out with me some time this week?"

"really?" you beamed surprised. he was never that straightforward normally, you had probably rubbed off on him

the boy nodded his head, unsure if your reaction meant something positive

"of course" you answered quickly, as you noticed George's growing insecurity

"great, maybe I could get some flirting lessons from Lucy before"

"I mean if you want to" you agreed "but that was just a little joke, I like how flustered you always are. and I don't think you need to flirt, its not even possible for me to like you more than I already do"

"really?" now he was the one that wad surprised

"of course" you giggled "you haven't picked up on that?"

"no, not really" he shrugged his shoulders "I thought Lockwood was just messing with me"

"well, I liked you very much and nothing that you do or don't do would change anything on that matter" you assured "let me know if Lockwood is mean to you again, then I might sit him down and teach him how to behave"

"I don't think he would like that" George grinned happily, he seemed relaxed as he reached out for your hand and interlaced your fingers

"even better" you giggled

#george karim #george karim x reader #lockwood and co #lockwoodandco #netflix #lockwood netflix #lockwood and co netflix #ghost hunting #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #ali hadji heshmati #reader insert #ruby stokes #cameron chapman #lizzy writes #wordsarelifewrites

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send-up-my-heart-to-you · 11 months

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FINALLY, ive finished 25% of exile, the second book in the kotlc series. here are some thoughts i had :)

tags: @aylin-hijabi, @that-multi-fandom-hijabi, @tastetherainbow290, @nerdy-girl3791 (im tagging everyone who asked to be tagged in my notes for book one, but lmk if you wanna be tagged too / dont wanna be tagged anymore)

first off, why are second books in a series always the ones that take the most time / are harder to start? ig it could be that we've already established the worldbuilding n main characters, but its still that dragging stage between *where you already know mostly everything in the universe* and *where the climax builds up in anticipation of the "final battle" or the beginning of the third act, usually*. nothing to do w the book itself, just an observation

second off, alicorns are so much more important than being just "another species to save", im sure of it. theres wayyy too much of the council getting involved n talk abt how alicorns are sooo important. to anyone whos read percy jackson it kinda reminds me of the ophiortaurus (bessie) from sea of monsters, who seemed to be a recurring animal side character who turned out to have a lot of significance to the very universe they were in. im expecting smth similar, why else would everyone go to such lengths to ensure alicorns dont go extinct? or maybe im overthinking it lmao but what gives it away is the heckses literally tryna kidnap silveny-

speaking of the heckses, who the fuck tries to steal an alicorn. stinas parents are the whiniest bitches ive ever seen, and im a fifteen year old girl. like cmon ive seen some drama queens over the years, but those two- also, fucking stina. i mentioned before that i hope to see some character development w her, so shes not just the boring one-dimensional mean girl thats prevalent in literally every piece of media thats come out since mean girls w regina george. clearly not yet, tho, but im waiting on it (if it does not happen i will be majorly disappointed)

also, delving into theories now. its kinda far-fetched, but, was brant w the black swan ? i mean, it would add up pretty decently. it would explain why his guilt for jolies death runs so deeply (since grady rlly rlly seems to believe that the black swan killed her) because he would be with the literal organization that killed her. it would also explain reeeeaaaaalllllyyyy well why he recognized sophie. the fact that he knew her was wayy too emphasized to mean nothing. idk JUST A THEORY, its not based off of anything other than it would fit nicely w everything else.

but also if grady is so adamant that it was the black swan, and (hypothetically) brant is w the black swan, then would it be improbable to assume that he killed her? which would explain the guilt even MORE. but then again, he does seem to love her, so that last part is added very tentatively. (maybe he killed her by accident... but then would the note to grady three days before her death just be a coincidence? im sure that has some deeper meaning.)

maybe it wasnt the black swan who sent those notes to grady...

to end on a funnier note: alicorn poop. sophie faceplanted into alicorn poop. it happens to all main characters, it always has to be someone walking in at the worst moment. i thought id be the vackers w keefe who show up n embarass her, but who better than the council to get humiliated in front of ? i dont hate sophie i just laugh at her pain

i think thats all for the 25% mark, im gonna keep reading today. im gonna go to my grandmas house so maybe i can get a couple hundred pages in !!!

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sl33paholics · 10 months

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The Unraveling Knots of Love

Jet Black x Black!fem reader

Warning(s): Mentions of sex, cheating, angst, tbh I just wanna make smth emotional

You were currently sitting across from your ex, Jet, on the navy blue round back sofa in the living room. Smoke was curling from the ends of the cigar you’d been smoking for the past half hour, and it was starting to burn your fingers. The air inside the apartment had been stuffy, hot even. You crushed the cigar on your ashtray, but Jet didn’t seem bothered. He looked bored with the whole thing. He wasn’t even drinking anything right now – he had a glass of water at his elbow instead, which he took great care to stir occasionally when he thought no one was looking. You wondered if that was intentional. Probably not.

It had been 11 years since the two of you last saw each other. A decade since your break up. Eleven years, and still nothing had changed about him. You could tell just by looking that he hadn’t changed a bit either. Now bald, those sideburns going down his cheeks to form a beard, you can see that the sides and the back of his head have hair, though. You lifted up your legs and had them to the side as you let out a huge sigh.

“I don’t know why I agreed to meet with you again,” you told him. It came out more like an accusation than a question. You tried to light another cigarette, but they were all gone, so you decided not to waste any time in saying whatever was on your mind. “We haven't spoken' to each other for 'bout, what, over ten years??" You asked. “And this is how you wanna spend your Friday night? Smoking cigars? Sitting on my couch in silence while we try to rebuild our...friendship?” You paused and waited for a response from him. Jet let out a laugh, and it echoed through the room. “You're still the same, Y/N. That sassy attitude of yours, the same way you acted when we first met." he said. "Same mouth. Same stubbornness."

You opened your mouth, ready to respond, but he cut you off. "Just look at yourself," Jet continued. His eyes were narrowed as he focused intently on you, and it almost seemed like he was searching for something.

"Look at yourself and tell me there's anything different about you."

"Well, maybe there is," you countered.

You knew he wasn't going to accept that. You'd given up trying to convince him. "I'm not going to sit here 'nd pretend 'ts okay, just because you want it to be. It don't change the fact that you cheated on me with a friend from high school." You leaned forward slightly, leaning towards him. Jet could see your breasts from your black nightgown, and he watched them move under your gown as you spoke. He swallowed hard. "You ain't sorry." You knew it would get to him. You knew it would make him realize. You wanted him to realize. There was no use in denying it anymore, after all these years. He could see it. He couldn't deny it anymore. You both knew that. But he was too caught up in pretending to ignore the truth to admit it. You knew you shouldn't give up on him, though. You knew he wouldn't do the same for you. Not yet. So you sat back against the cushion and crossed your arms, waiting for Jet to say it. You felt your heart beating faster as you waited. You hoped you weren't sweating. Jet was staring at you, but he wasn’t making eye contact. He wasn’t saying anything.

"Y/N…" he finally started. You waited, and he looked away before continuing. "Listen, I know I fucked up. Fucked up badly to the point where I can barely look at you without remembering all the times I used you. And I'm sorry for that. If only we could go back… I mean, I think you know that." He looked you straight in the eye. "Back then, I was stingy. I didn't apologize, doubled down, you know the whole deal. I guess I just got scared...getting caught." You nodded slowly. "And now I've matured and I can't run away from that...anymore." You stared at him, trying not to look like you wanted to jump out the window or cry. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the moisture collecting behind your eyelashes. "Can you forgive me?" The words sounded foreign coming out of his lips, as if he wasn't sure he was asking permission.

Your voice cracked as you answered. "Jet…" You sighed again, you felt tears beginning to fall down your face. Your hands started to shake uncontrollably. "I can't…I can't forgive you for what you did..." You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him anymore.

Jet leaned in, closer. Too close. "I'm sorry." You couldn't hear him breathe anymore, it sounded as if he was whispering into the shell of your ear. He placed a kiss on your cheek. It left a damp spot, like the rain outside on the balcony. "...asshole..” Jet pulled you into him and you put your head onto his shoulder. His shirt smelled like smoke and cigarettes, and his smell reminded you of home. You couldn't stop thinking about how long it had been since the two of you hugged like this. How long it had been since he held you this closely, kissed you this gently, or whispered these sweet words.

You could hardly believe you were holding him, kissing him...it had been eleven years. Ten if you counted the day he broke up with you. You were crying, shaking in his arms, and you couldn't remember the last time you cried this much. Or this hard. But you couldn't stop yourself from sobbing, feeling like a child whose parents had just kicked them out of their house. "I love you...Jet.." you managed to mumble between sobs. You didn’t really know why you were telling him all this. You'd be lying to yourself if you told him that you haven't thought about him from all these years. Hell, you've imagined this exact scene a thousand times since the day you realized he was cheating on you. You just never expected it to happen in real life. But it did. It was here, in front of you. It was real. Jet was here, holding you, kissing you. You loved him.

"I don't wanna lose you again, Y/N. Let's start over."

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tpwkwriter · 1 year

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helloooo, you are like one of my fave writers!! I am requesting one with lhh where the reader feels very insecure and harry is comforting her and telling her she is absolutely beautiful and how in love he is with her and how he remembers the first time he saw her he knew she was the one and that he had never seen any one so breathtaking. And then they start kissing and it slowly escalates till harry tells he "let me show you how beautiful you are" or smth like that i dont really know and then the after careeee!!! OMG I WOULD DIEEE. Could you please write that?? THANK YOUUU!!!

Baby your perfect.

Omg! Thank you for your lovely words it always means the world 🤭

And yessss! This concept!! 🫢 and lhh 😩

Im a tad sucky on writing smut/smutty-ish stuff so I hope this works for you and you enjoy! 🤎

Also this absolutely no hate to any of these women mentioned!!!! Especially Kendall Jenner/kardashians for story purposes only!! 👑

*Warnings*- struggling with body image, low self esteem, language, hint towards smut and adultish themes! ✌🏻

Y/n’s Life had felt like it’s been on the right track for a while now.

She’s finally enjoying her career, her friendships have never been better, her relationship with H is the her pride and joy, hence them nearing there 5 year anniversary.

The only downside to all of this is her social media.

Ever since a young age y/n struggled with social media and unrealistic beauty standards.

And when your boyfriends exes include the Looks of: Kendall Jenner, Taylor swift, Camille rowe, that feeling of ‘Not good enough’ Never really goes away.

Y/n found herself in there shared bathroom gazing at the mirror before her wondering why she looked the way she did.

She really wondered what H saw in her, all the models and actresses and he chose her.

She examined her body, suddenly getting this feeling that she felt when she was 15 wondering why she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls in school.

Apart from she was and she didn’t even know.

She spotted every insecurity, from the stretch marks around her hips, to the scars and marks she developed on her body.

Tears begun to form in the corner of her eyes, her reflection became unbearable.

She wanted to forget this night had even started like this.

She cosied in her shared bed awaiting Harry’s return from the studio, she pulled out her phone ready to text her love, when her twitter notifications distracted her.

Mistakenly she clicked on the app, and was left feeling lower then she already had.

“Former kardashian and Jenner star admitted to pleading for another chance with singer and songwriter Harry styles!”

She clicked on the thread to be greeted with many images and gifs of her.

Her perfect figure, eyes, face, everything, she had everything.

And that’s what Harry deserved, he deserves it all.

Without even thinking y/n finds herself angrily throwing her brush against the wall out of anger.

“Baby?” A familiar voice called.

‘Fuck’ she though to herself.

He’s home

“Y’alright darling” he said, voice getting louder and closer.

“M’Fine” she sighed, trying her best to hide her tears.

There shared room door gets pushed open.

“Baby” he gently Said.

“H”

“What’s going on?” He said placing his jacket on the back of the vanity chair and toeing his trainers off.

“Nothing” she said forcing a smile to persuade the man.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing” he said raising an eyebrow and joining her next to her on the bed.

She remained quiet, thinking of how to play this out.

“Baby, Jus’ me y’know its okay” he said running a hand through his long curly locks.

“I don’t understand why your with me” she breathes, avoiding eye contact.

“Y/n?” He asked confused as hell.

“Baby, where is this Coming from? What?” He asks placing his ringed hand on her exposed thigh.

“You don’t deserve me H” she said finally breathed making cold eye contact with him.

“You deserve someone prettier, skinner, and overall better, than..whatever i am” she Said tears threatening to leave her eyes.

“Baby Girl” he asks manoeuvring his palms up to girls cheeks and pulling her in closer.

“Where is this coming from?, y’my girl, my gorgeous girl” he said heart almost breaking at the sight and sound of his girl.

“Kendall” she mumbles, tears finally falling.

“Kendall?” He asks eyebrows knitted together.

“She wants You back H, and now the whole world knows it” she quietly cries leaning her forehead on his.

He finally gets it, it adds up all in his head.

“Baby” he speaks, pressing a kiss to her cold lips.

“Fuckin’ hell” he says kissing her cheek replacing the salty tears.

“Y’really think, I want her huh?” He smiles

“My silly girl” he sniffs, trying to make light of this situation.

He removes his hands and opened his arms signalling for her to get in.

She sits on his lap, almost koala style with both legs wrapped around his waist and both arms over his shoulders.

“Now that you’ve got me, y’won’t be getting rid of me” he said dancing his fingertips on her back.

“I just…I don’t get it” she sniffed

“Why me” she mumbled, snuggling her face into his neck.

“Why you huh?” He breathed

“Well, the first time saw you, the thing I saw was not only y’beauty, but m’future, m’life, Ive Never met someone as breathtaking as you m’love Call me a sap, but y’my muse now” he gently said.

“Not Kendall, Not no one else, jus’ you” he said kissing the side of Face.

“Can y’look at me darling?” He whispered.

She happily complied, lifting her face from his neck and revealing her beautiful glossy eyes but now with a small smile to her face.

“I love you” he says kissing her lips hard and straight forward.

“Y’never to forget that”

“Love you too H, I’m sorry for being silly” she smiles

“None of tha’ i get it”

Without being able to finish properly, the girl crashes her lips on his.

“I’m so in love with you” she mumbles against his lips.

“Y’make me crazy baby” he smirks

“Please Baby, let me Show you How much y’mean to me” he says going in again.

“Show How beautiful You Are angel”

“Mmhmm” she nods

— — — — —

The Girl lies hazily in there bathtub of there en-suite bathroom, reminiscing on tonight’s events.

God she was grateful to have H, no matter what rut she finds herself in, he manages to no matter what pull her out.

“Hey beautiful girl” he said coming in pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Fresh sheets and tea on the bedside” he said while placing the girls fresh Pyjamas ( his hoodie and Boxers) on the closed toilet lid.

“Thank you baby”

“I’ll join you in a sec” she added

“Take y’time love”

Once y/n’s bath was done, she slipped into her boyfriends clothes he prepared for her, and reunited with her lover in there shared bed.

“Y’feeling okay m’honey?” He asks putting his phone down and leaning into his girl.

“Mmhmm” she hummed slipping under the soft sheets.

“Y’the best” she sighed.

“Mm certainly am” he smirked.

“Ugh great I just fed your ego more” she joked playfully rolling her eyes.

“There’s my y/n back” he smiled pressing a kiss to her temple.

— — — — —

Again thank your for your request and please, please tell me of this is any good! 😩 again I’m sorry for skimming the smutty Part Bit im so awkward writing it 😭 love love loveeee you all ❤️

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nightcorrupts · 10 months

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. ˚　. ↷ ・𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒏 ›› 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐲.

my deepest apologies if this intro is messy or rambling asf (it's my aesthetic after all) but hello friends! i'm gem, like the stones, and this is an old muse of mine that i love dearly and haven't played in forever so i'm rly happy that i get to again!! a little tl:dr on naebin to get started, she's capable of darkness mimicry and has been since finding out about her father's passing when she was about nine years old! great emotional shifts can cause her ability to flare up, so she's actually v v thankful for nullivi and happily wears the patch. has a love/hate (mostly hate) relationship with her ability due to its tendency to inflict melancholy on others and she lives in fear that her power may someday be targeted by the government for its dangers or exploited for the wrong reasons, as she's far too trusting! if that sounds like a good time, feel free to continue reading below! otherwise, if you'd like to chat or plot some things out, just like this post and i'll send you smth <3

trigger warnings for nightmare imagery, car accidents and death apply!

›› 𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢: 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆

naebin was born in daejeon as the older sister of twin boys, her father a truck driver and her mother a secondary school teacher. her childhood was rife with difficulties, as naebin was plagued with frequent nightmares that would disrupt both her life and her family's. she'd dream that a cloud of darkness was creeping across her bedroom towards her. it would cloak her hand first, then her feet; before she knew it, she'd be completely absorbed into the shadows and spreading through the entire house. she'd hear the muffled sobs of her parents and younger brothers from down the hall, somehow knowing she was responsible but having no idea how to stop it. she'd awake screaming, sometimes not even in her bed, as though the very shadows in her dreams had tried to carry her away. her parents would come running; a mixture of worry, exhaustion and frustration obvious in her mother's eyes every time, though her father often simply looked sympathetic. they seemed to be at a loss, and so was she. sometimes, naebin would try and force herself to stay awake all night, on a vigilant mission to stop these events. her parents, hardly able to afford the extra expense with three children to look after, took her to a sleep specialist in order to assess the issue. when that didn't work, they brought her to a child psychologist in hopes that talking through her emotions could resolve these haunting nightmares. the woman was very kind and reassuring, reminding naebin that it wasn't her fault she was experiencing these things. her warmth and understanding towards naebin's expression of emotion built up a small bit of confidence in the young girl. for awhile, her nightmares lessened considerably in intensity and frequency. life with her family was finally starting to normalize. however, nothing could prepare her for the shape her fate was about to take.

›› 𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

naebin's mother got the call around 2:15 on a rainy winter morning. her husband's truck had been involved in a ghastly accident while making a late night haul, and he hadn't survived the collision. when naebin was being awoken in the middle of the night alongside her brothers, she knew a traumatic blow was about to be dealt, but she prayed and wished to whoever was listening that she wasn't about to hear what she already suspected. when the words fell from her mother's lips, naebin went instantly colder, but that was only the tip of the iceberg in the sequence of events that night. as tears spilled from she and her brothers' eyes, darkness began to overtake her body. it was as though shadows were seeping from her very pores and engulfing her entire being. she heard errant screams from her mother and brothers as the void grew, completely replacing naebin in her spot on the bed. distantly flowing towards her were the echoing footsteps of her brothers following their mom as she ran from the room in fear. in the moment, naebin didn't really care, she just wanted to cry in the dark. for once, the shadows actually felt like home.

›› 𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢𝐢: 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

finding out she was an anomaly with darkness mimicry didn't do much for naebin's sense of worth, especially considering her ability caused so much despair for her family, who was already dealing with the loss of her father. life changed a lot after the news got out; naebin was kicked out of her primary school, her psychologist was too afraid to see her anymore and her own family couldn't look at her the same way. she knew her mother still loved her, but she also knew her fear was slowly beginning to cloud that emotion. the family was forced to move from their neighborhood to another due to increasing unrest from their neighbors, while naebin's paternal grandmother moved in with them to help out. halmoni kwayoung felt like naebin's only ally at times, and provided her with a sense of unconditional support and valuable information. naebin learned her paternal grandfather was also an anomaly. he'd passed away long before she was ever born or even before her parents met each other. naebin's father had been sworn to secrecy about his own father's abilities, as naebin's mother had never been too keen on them. the woman's coldness towards naebin suddenly made a lot more sense, but it did nigh to comfort her. her brothers, though somewhat fearful of her newly discovered power, seemed to love her just the same. it was a scant ray of light in the darkness she had wrought on her family. still, naebin never protested her mother's outward indifference toward her. the young girl feared her own power, how could she expect her mother to feel any differently? she desperately wanted her mother's love and acceptance, but if she never obtained it, whose fault was it? naebin stewed in this melancholy and self-disdain for months, learning the unfortunate fact that this despair could be spread to others when in her dark form, if she could muster enough strength and sadness. it had her clinging to the hope that somehow, someday, her ability could be suppressed. she didn't want to feel like the very essence of corruption any longer. when she learned of the existence of nullivi, something she'd thought for years was just an unrelated throwaway commercial on tv she heard in the background, she felt like it was too good to be true. after receiving the patch and putting it on, she was delighted to find out that it did, in fact, have a temporary nullifying effect on her ability. she couldn't control the wave of tears that hit her; feeling like for the first time since this entire ordeal started, she could possibly gain a sense of normalcy. she was able to go back to school, she found a great therapist who was comfortable with anomalies, she was beginning to make friends and her mother even started to address her with more warmth than she had in nearly a year. the dark cloud that had hovered over her for so long had finally dissipated somewhat. she knew she wasn't rid of her abilities entirely, but to even be allowed a reprieve from them for a short time was more than she ever thought she'd get to experience.

›› 𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐯: 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔

in her mid to late teens, naebin had gained more confidence in herself just by the sheer strength of the bonds she'd made in the school systems of seoul. some of the students even had abilities like her, allowing them to compare patches and horror stories. it made her see her ability through a less harsh lens, though there were still aspects of it she could do without. right around the time she was set to start applying for college, it was announced that a university especially for anomalies was opening its doors. naebin, who had for so long felt like such an outsider due to her darkness mimicry, finally had the opportunity to be largely around people who would understand. she was accepted for their bachelor's program in child psychology, as she wanted to offer guidance to children who were trying to process grief, especially those whose situations were exacerbated by their anomaly status like hers was. being apart of sua's student body was even more enjoyable than she'd initially thought. she tried out for house haetae's sporting rally team in an attempt to get more comfortable with her ability and to break out of her shell in general. she enjoys it, though sometimes its intensity gets to her. despite the team's propensity for propelling yin members to the top, naebin is perfectly happy being in the background as a yang member. she's one of the only yang members who have stuck it out over the years. after achieving so much success in gaining her bachelor's degree, naebin has officially entered the first year of sua's masters program. her relationship with her brothers remains strong, though she misses them terribly. her mother is a different story, as naebin beginning to embrace her ability in certain ways has seemingly fractured things between them once more. though naebin somewhat accepts herself now, she fears she may never truly receive that same sentiment from her mother.

›› 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

naebin has a long history of being your typical wallflower sad girl with a certain level of distaste for herself and her preternatural abilities, but the love she's lacked giving herself in the past has always been reserved for others. she's genuinely the kindest, most loyal person even when you treat her badly. she wants the best for everyone around her, even if it means sometimes extending her empathy to the wrong person.

she can be rather gullible and overly trusting and gives the benefit of the doubt to people even when they don't deserve it. genuinely just wants to help tbqh

she's a massive worrier!!!! gets anxiety abt nothing at all and is 1000% the type to make you call her when u get home to let her know ur okay. texting is not enough WHAT IF THEY KIDNAP YOU AND USE YOUR PHONE? I NEED TO HEAR UR VOICE.

despite being the literal dark, she's fuckign spineless bro lmao. she's not rly the one to take along on spooky adventures, but like she'll go. she doesn't wanna be left out but she's gonna cry the whole time. she's the voice of reason in the horror movie "guys we rly shouldn't be doing this. we should go back to the car guise. guys please."

get her drunk and you're gonna have a mess on your hands. secret party girl? we love to see it.

though she's faced tragedy and a lot of hurdles to get to this level of self acceptance, she's thriving far more than she ever has in her life and has no plans of stopping.

#nm:intro #also some of the dots in the title link to her pages while her name links to her acceptance post!! 🥰#this is so long and i'm so incredibly sorry but thank u 4 reading

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