#yours truly has officially graduated school

[torubeth]

when he comes back up from between your thighs for a breather, his eyes notice your clutched hands at your sides, nails digging into your palm and he wasn’t having it. leaning down to continue from where he left, he takes your hands in his and places it on his head, a gesture telling you to just pull his hair already.

or or or!!!!!!

he entwines your fingers with his, placing kisses on your wrist, your palm or wherever possible.

“fuck baby, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind”

that was the last thing he said before diving down between your thighs to resume his ministrations.

eren jaeger, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, gojo satoru, miya atsumu, aki hayakawa, matsukawa issei (all characters aged up!)

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Twenty Five-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

Tags: 18+, Dirty Talk, Threats of Violence, Jealousy, Toxic Behaviours, Possessive Behaviours, Mentions of GunPoint (enchanted gun but still), Italian, Flirty!Theodore!Nott, Angst, Sexual Tension.

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"I don't know about this, Em..."

Giggles danced through the air, originating from your blonde companion, currently immersed in a thorough investigation of your shared closet. Her voice, laced with amusement, murmured something indecipherable, the words muffled by the solidity of the wooden door. A long sigh escaped your lips, a potent release of pure exasperation.

"This is crazy," you muttered to yourself. "Nott is going to need an entire bloody medical team when he catches sight of me..."

The enchanting red dress, a gem sourced from a privy boutique in Hogsmeade under Mattheo's explicit direction, molded itself to every contour as you confronted your reflection in the mirror. As your eyes traversed the fabric's journey, or rather, the lack thereof--there was no escaping the undeniable truth; the dress was exquisitely tight, sparing no nuance of your silhouette to the imagination.

"Doubt he'll even get the chance..." Emily replied, finally reemerging from the closet, "lover boy will likely claim his head the moment he fixes his gaze on you for too long."

Emily's cheeky response added a layer of playful anticipation to the charged atmosphere, earning an exaggerated eye roll from you in response as you fought hard to suppress your smirk.

When you'd embarked on the hunt for the ideal dress, you had brought Emily along for her valuable opinion. As your gaze fell upon this specific piece, uncertainty gripped you, convinced it might be a touch excessive. Yet, Emily staunchly opposed that notion. Her unwavering belief in its perfection became a contagion, subjecting you to prolonged minutes of relentless persuasion. Gradually, her infectious enthusiasm chipped away at your resistance until, inevitably, you succumbed--reluctantly handing over Mattheo's gifted galleons.

"And do I truly wish to burden my conscience with the death of the schools most popular Italian playboy? And not to mention Riddle's certain Azkaban sentence...all but a couple months from graduation?" you deadpanned, fingers instinctively rising to massage your temples in an attempt to alleviate the burgeoning headache. "Maybe I should just borrow something from your-"

"Absolutely not," Emily interjected, her voice cutting through your proposal with firm decisiveness. She approached you, a sparkle in her eyes, and added, "you look perfect. Trust me on this."

Meeting your eyes in the mirror, Emily's irises shimmered with a warm reassurance. She adjusted her flowy emerald green dress, a garment she had acquired at Tom's request--they were going to the masquerade together, though the status of their relationship still remained uncertain.

Emily, ever the advocate of going with the flow, a concept apparently foreign to Tom, said she wasn't in any rush to make things official, understanding that perhaps it would look a tad bit odd for him to start dating her after he'd just paraded you around to all of his friends, merely less than a few weeks go.

And as a result of this, you and Emily had a long, in depth heart-to-heart conversation where you made sure to unravel any lingering issues--the liberating honesty and the comfort of having someone in your corner again felt tangible. Although initially perturbed by the extended secrecy, Emily eventually grasped the rationale behind your discretion, acknowledging the protective measures taken for yourself and your desired career.

The depth of your longstanding friendship played a pivotal role in fostering this understanding, and you'd never been more thankful to have such a wonderful, supportive friend in your life.

"What do you think Michael will do when he spots you wearing traitor colours?" you teased, an impish grin playing on your lips as you watched Emily fix her long blonde hair, adjusting herself in the reflection.

"I reckon he'll be rather unamused," she snorted, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "But he'll be in for a real surprise when he sees you cozying up with Theodore Nott, the traitor extraordinaire."

"Cozying up with Theodore?" you retorted with a smirk, feigning innocence. "Absolutely not, I just recently cleared my conscience, I intend on keeping it that way."

"I wouldn't underestimate the Italian playboy; word on the street is he can be quite insistent..." Emily spun back around to face you, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. "My suggestion is that you tell him about Mattheo before he unwittingly finds himself sharing a bed with Berkshire."

Your expression sank, and a twist formed in your stomach. "Oh, gods, Emily, I need to change," you exclaimed, spinning around and making a beeline for the closet. "Surely there's a garbage bag or your grandmas old moo-moo hidden in here that I could wear instead, right?"

Emily's sudden snort echoed through the room, reverberating far louder than you'd expected. With swift precision, she wielded her wand, slamming the closet door shut before you could reach it.

"Come on, it's going to be fun," she teased, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Give those cocky Slytherin boys an experience they've never had before. Making them squirm is a rare opportunity--after all, they're not used to being denied anything."

You hesitated, a reluctant smile crawling across your face at her words as you silently considered the prospect. Mattheo had always made it abundantly clear that girls were typically within arm's reach for him, and he could have anyone he desired. The idea of driving him to the brink tonight, knowing he couldn't do a thing about it after explicitly instructing Theodore to ask you, ignited a rebellious spark within you.

"Alright, but this better not turn into a disaster," you responded, your internal thoughts dancing between uncertainty and a subtle thrill. "If the mafia comes after me because I smacked their most prized possession, I'm blaming you."

"You look fucking hot. Own it," she encouraged, a playful smile dancing on her lips. Turning her attention to the door, a sudden realization struck her. "I've got to run. Promised Michael I'd help him with his bloody tie--but don't forget to check the mail. Something arrived for you earlier."

With a swift goodbye, she whisked away, grabbing her matching emerald green eye mask, leaving you to contemplate the mysterious package. Not one to dawdle, you approached the table by the door, spotting a small brown box with your name inscribed on it.

With eager anticipation, you unwrapped the package, unveiling a stunningly bejeweled red mask. A note accompanied the alluring accessory, bearing the cryptic message:

"Something about me, I fucking hate the colour yellow."

A smirk played on your lips as you extracted the exquisite gift from its velvet cradle. The crimson mask lay in your hands, a stunning creation adorned with gemstones that caught and reflected the light with each subtle movement. Blush flooded your cheeks as you approached the mirror, slipping the mask on. Turning your head in every direction, you marveled at the way it enhanced your features, making you feel like a mysterious enchantress.

The beauty of the mask was beyond words, and even though the logical part of you knew it had to be from Mattheo, the sheer magnificence of the gift made it feel almost surreal.

After what felt like an eternity lost in the mirror, admiring the stunning mask, the realization hit that you needed to meet Theodore. He'd mentioned waiting for you at the entrance to your common room, so as swiftly as possible, you adjusted your dress, attempting to cover up your chest, and gracefully slipped out of your room, navigating the familiar halls with a sense of purpose.

The chilled corridor welcomed you as you emerged, and after a brief moment of searching, there, like an awakening spell, you spotted Theo--and your stomach nearly leapt into your chest at the sight of him.

"Holy shit, Nott...are you...are you actually wearing enemy colors?" Your jaw dropped as you beheld Theodore in a Ravenclaw blue suit, a sight you'd never expected in a million years. "Hold still, I need to take a bloody picture of this."

Theo's arrogant response came with a sly smirk, his dark eyes tracing hungrily over your figure. He stood before you in a pristine suit, accompanied by matching vest, and a crisp white dress shirt underneath. The ensemble was adorned with exquisite gold links and buttons, showcasing his impeccable taste. His confident demeanour suggested that he indeed cleaned up more than nicely, and this was only a slight indication of his professionalism.

"Sure, have your laughs," he quipped, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips. His eyes moved deliberately, scanning the curves of your figure. "Enjoy the view while it lasts, little bird. This suit's debut is a one-time thing—I might just set it ablaze once the night is over."

"Well you certainly know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?..." you teased, grin stretching past your ears as you took another step closer. "How honoured I am to accompany you in this suits first and only outing."

"Your wit is far too sharp for a Ravenclaw," Theo huffed in amusement, his stormy eyes glistening behind his dark blue mask. "You look properly fucking flaming by the way...do pardon my French."

You snorted, gracefully taking his arm as he offered it, intertwining yours around his. "French? I was under the impression you were Italian, Signor Nott."

"You speak it?" Theo raised an intrigued eyebrow, briefly glancing down at you as the two of you strolled towards the ballroom.

"Partially," you replied, a playful glint in your eye, your attention split between the conversation and the challenge of navigating gracefully in your black heels. Each step resonated with a confident clack on the school floors. "I dabble in a multitude of tongues...a side effect of an inquisitive mind."

"Is that so?" he said, pure intrigue in his tone. "Talk to me in Italian then,"

"Are you serious?" You snorted, far louder than you'd intended, waiting for him to say he was joking. He simply looked down at you, eyes locked on yours behind the mysterious mask.

"Absolutely serious," Theo chuckled, the breathy tones dancing in the air, a subtle spark of challenge in his eyes. "A little ball of knowledge, huh? Prove it."

A warm flush crept up your cheeks as you stifled your laughter. Theo had a charm of his own, a natural way of drawing people in much like Mattheo, although the troublemaking wizard had a slightly more breathtaking allure with those dark, intoxicating eyes and that unruly mop of chocolate curls. It wasn't a shortcoming on Theo's part--it was simply the irreplaceable magnetism that Mattheo possessed, but you couldn't deny the way Nott was making you feel.

"Alright, you want me to put my money where my mouth is, I respect that." You teased, clearing your throat as you pondered an Italian phrase that might leave an impression. After a brief moment of contemplation, it dawned on you. "Non c'è rosa senza spine."

(There is no rose without thorns.)

"Buona scelta," he replied with a smirk, his tone holding an air of both appreciation and subtle challenge. "Sei più astuta di quanto pensassi."

(Good choice; you’re more clever than I thought.)

"You underestimate me, Nott," you chuckled, a surge of pride coursing through you. "Consider that your first mistake."

"You know, the more I get to know you, the larger my desire to figure you out becomes,” he said, dropping his tone into a husky whisper as the two of you turned a corner. "You are...intriguing."

It was at this moment, as the two of you entered into the bustling main hall, that you were extremely thankful this event was a masquerade. The mask provided a welcome veil of anonymity, shielding you from the prying gazes that threatened to make you uneasy. It seemed you were blending seamlessly into Theo's arm, a part of the enigmatic allure rather than a subject of scrutiny.

"You couldn't figure me out in a million years," you retorted, a sharp edge to your tone, the corners of your lips subtly playing with a hint of a smirk. "Better men have tried."

Theo, as expected, didn't like that response. "Don't tempt me, little bird...I will make it my life's mission."

You rolled your eyes, chewing on your cheek. "You're far too sure of yourself, Theodore."

"Look at that, Bella...you're already using my first name," he quipped, smirking. "I'm making progress without even trying."

You fought the urge to smack him, your eyes narrowing in a playful challenge. "To know me, Signor Nott, I'll put you through hell...just ask Riddle, he can certainly attest."

"Mm, thats precisely the thing, little bird..." he said, his smirk holding a touch of intrigue. "Riddle's a closed book when it comes to you. Doesn't spill a damn thing, makes me wonder what secrets the two of you are hiding.”

"Quite a conspiracy, I'd say," you chuckled, relishing the light banter between you two as the distant sounds of music and laughter from the ballroom grew louder. With a nod and a playful smile, you gestured toward the entrance. "Shall we?"

Theo nodded, a playful glint in his eyes, as he released your arm and extended a hand to the small of your back, ushering you forward. "After you, milady"

Upon crossing the threshold into the ballroom, a breathtaking scene unfolded before your eyes. The room was adorned with vibrant spring decorations, an enchanting celebration marking the approaching end of the term. The fragrance of fresh flowers wafted through the air, and the soft glow of enchanted lanterns bathed the room in a warm, golden radiance. Hogwarts students from all years, dressed in their finest attire, wore a dazzling array of masks, each one a unique work of art.

As your eyes darted around the room, the search for familiar faces led you to a moment of anticipation. The diversity of masks, ranging from intricate designs to whimsical shapes, made it challenging to discern familiar faces.

Finally, your gaze landed on the only man you'd ever go out of your way to search for, his distinctive chocolate curls drawing your attention like a magnet amidst the sea of masked enchantment. The mere fucking sight of him, cloaked in newfound sophistication, sent a thrilling pulse through your veins, awakening sensations in your body that you were unprepared to face.

He stood there, like a fucking silhouette of elegance, adorned entirely in black--black mask, black suit pants, a sleek black dress shirt, and a finely tailored black suit vest. The only splash of colour adorned him in the form of a satin red tie, perfectly mirroring the shade of your dress. The entirety of your being froze in place, your throat resembling a parched desert, the sole reminder to keep moving coming from the steady pressure of Theo's hand on your back, coaxing you forward through the enchanting crowd.

As the two of you veered closer to them, the tension in your body was almost painful. Truth be told, it wasn't the singular presence of Mattheo that set your heart racing like a high-performance sports car on race day--oh, no, the true accelerant was his fucking date. The very girl from the washroom, the one you had directed him to accompany, and the vibrant colour of her long, flowing dress:

Yellow.

"Riddle, Malfoy," Theo uttered, initiating a firm handshake with each of his Slytherin comrades as they exchanged greetings. "Parkinson, Lanalock."

"Nott," Parkinson remarked, a smile gracing her features. "Never expected to see you in blue. You could easily pass for a Ravenclaw, you know."

Theo's response carried a touch of cunning arrogance, sneaking you a glance. "A choice made with utmost consideration, you might say."

In the midst of the social dance, your gaze and Mattheo's remained locked, an unbroken connection that felt more like a silent conversation than a mere exchange of glances. The unspoken tension between you two hung thick, and in that charged moment, it was uncertain if either of you had even blinked. Your heart pounded not only in your throat but also seemingly echoed in another, more intimate part of you as well.

Mattheo had never looked more fucking captivating, and the longing for him intensified by the millions--that merciless irresistible force effortlessly working to pull you closer.

Just as the tension threatened to become all-encompassing, Professor Dumbledore's voice reverberated over the lively chatter, his warm tone weaving through the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the enchanting Spring Masquerade. I hope the magic of the night unfolds to your desires. Now, if you would kindly make your way to the dance floor, we are about to commence the first slow dance of the evening. So, let the celebration begin."

The resonance of Dumbledore's voice snapped you from Mattheo's visual captivity, prompting a few deliberate blinks and an expelled breath laden with tension. Theo, with a gentle glance, took your hand, guiding the group to choose spots on the dance floor directly adjacent to one another. It required every fiber of your being not to steal a glance at Mattheo, aware that the mere sight of him holding another girl would induce a wave of nausea within you.

Your attention became an exclusive affair with Theo. As he placed his hands on your hips, his grip was tender, a sensation entirely distinct from anything you'd experienced with Mattheo. A sharp intake of breath accompanied the elevation of your arms, led your palms to find a gentle perch on Theo's shoulders. In the depths of his stormy blue eyes, you unintentionally delved, oblivious to the intensity of the eye contact you established--you were so lost in your own thoughts that a bomb could go off in this very room, and you were certain you wouldn't even flinch.

Then, Theo's voice broke the silence. "Little bird, are you alright?"

"Oh, yes," you blinked, your voice escaping your throat in a cracked whisper, as though each word were a struggle for breath. "And you?"

"More than," he quipped, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

Your watchful eyes tracked the journey of his gaze, starting from your eyes, sliding leisurely to your lips, lingering provocatively before venturing lower, dipping over your chest with a seductive grace before sinuously slithering back up. The subtle intimacy of the visual exploration ignited a warmth within you, and you glimpsed his lips, recalling Emily's advice from your dorm. Make these men squirm.

"Glad to hear it," you mused, a playful edge to your tone, your fingers tightening their grip on his shoulders as he delicately drew you closer. "Wouldn't want the Italian playboy to be anything other than alright."

His grip tightened perceptibly, the sensation almost tangible as if his nails could breach the delicate fabric of your dress. The room plunged into a soft dimness, signaling the beginning of the slow dance. The shift in atmosphere was unexpected, enough to make you jump slightly. For a fleeting moment, you locked eyes with Mattheo, finding his gaze fixed on you, his hands scarcely making contact with his date.

Hastily looking away, Theo's voice reached your ear, dangerously close, "Italian playboy, hmm? Is that what they're calling me these days?"

"Don't act like you weren't already aware," you chuckled softly, the resonance carrying a hint of mischief. "Though, I must say, the rumors might be onto something."

Theo smirked, his voice a low murmur tinged with arrogance. "Well, uccellino, despite the rumors, I assure you I am a proper gentleman..."

A sharp intake of breath caught in your throat as his nails dug deeper into the fabric of your dress, compelling you closer as the two of you gracefully swayed to the music.

"How gentle you are, indeed," you mumbled, chewing your lip as you met his gaze, the two of you dangerously close together.

Theo's gaze deepened, his lean frame bending down as his lips brushed against your ear. "I may be a gentleman, Bella," he murmured, the words a seductive whisper. "...but if you keep looking at me like that--with those big eyes, biting on your goddamn lip...we might just be fucking on the nearest surface I find."

Oh, no. This was bad. Your response stammered out before you could even think to stop it, panic flickering in your eyes.

"I-I, excuse me," you stuttered, hastily breaking away from the dance just as the song was nearing its end. The abrupt departure carried a mix of flustered embarrassment and a desperate need to collect yourself.

Seeking refuge, you maneuvered toward the drink table nestled in the far corner of the room. The dim light and distant chatter provided a momentary escape as you began to slam back drinks, attempting to drown the intensity of the encounter with Theo.

As the remnants of a calm facade settled within, a subtle shift in the atmosphere stirred your senses. A tingling awareness compelled you to glance over your shoulder, only to find yourself ensnared in the dark, intoxicating depths of Mattheo's eyes. A strange yet undeniable wave of relief washed over you, despite the fact that he stood looming directly behind, adopting the guise of casualness while pretending to grab a drink.

"Mattheo," you breathed his name, the syllables escaping your lips like a breathless sin, a recognition of the forbidden allure that surrounded him. "What are you doing?"

Mattheo's breath, a tantalizing whisper, brushed against the nape of your neck, setting your nerves ablaze. "I can't stand the way he's touching you, Raven...I can't even stand the way he's fucking looking at you..."

Your lungs seemed to stall. "This was your idea, Matty..."

"I'm well aware," he hissed, the energy radiating from him palpable in the charged air. "Fuck, you look so fucking sexy...you are so goddamn beautiful, you know that?"

"I'm not sure I do..." your heart melted, a subtle heat pulsating through your thighs. "I think I need you to tell me again."

"You are so, so fucking beautiful..." he muttered, his voice a deep husk, strained with lust as it left his throat. "You are the most captivating girl in this entire fucking room...I can't stop staring at you...I can't stop needing you..." you gasped as his hand grazed over your ass, subtly, but a feeling you'd never miss. "What do you think you're fucking doing to me, hm?"

You nibbled on your bottom lip, the flush of blood coloring your face. "At this moment...nowhere bloody close to enough."

Mattheo's voice, saturated with desire, responded, "You're absolutely right, princess...and I can't wait to have you all to myself, as soon as this dumb fucking dance is over."

A soft hum escaped you as your lids fluttered, reveling in the warmth of Mattheo's body behind you. "Unless Nott gets to me first..."

As though a switch had been flipped, Mattheo's hand seized your wrist with a subtle yet undeniable warning, a silent caution against uttering anything remotely similar again.

"Don't even joke about that, Raven," he growled, the intensity in his voice cutting through the air. "I swear to Salazar himself, what I did to Berkshire will pale in comparison to what I'll do to Nott."

"So jealous, Matty..." you purred, smirking as he slowly released your wrist. You couldn't deny that his possessive tendencies did something to you, however fucking insane they were. "So angry..."

"You like that, don't you?...dirty little slut..." you could practically hear the smirk on his perfect fucking lips, your entire body vibrating with need. "Keep tempting me, princess...I'll bend you over this table, fuck you in front of the whole fucking school...I'll point my gun at Notts fucking head and make him watch, on his knees in front of you as I fuck you stupid...how does that sound for jealous, hm?"

Breath eluded you, the sheer intensity threatening your consciousness. "Godric, help you..."

"Sorry, Raven, but the only help from above that I believe in is a sniper on a rooftop..." Mattheo's voice, a deep, honeyed drawl, slipped from his lips. "And just so you're aware, I know eighty different ways to kill a man--and I can make an easy seventy nine of them look like a bloody accident...understand?"

"Fuck..." your mind struggled to form coherent thoughts. It had been days since his last touch, and the way he spoke now made you crave him more than the very air you breathed. "I don't think I do...I think I need you to tell me again..."

"I've never been a jealous man, Raven..." Mattheo's gaze swept the surroundings, ensuring no lingering gazes were watching. Satisfied, he shifted slightly, his lips now at your other ear. "I've never envied someone for what they have or who they're with, and yet, I'm damn jealous of every asshole you smile at, everyone you openly converse with...I've never fucking wanted something that I couldn't have, a girl I couldn't get...so this, all of this...is fucking maddening."

Your lungs seemed to stall, a momentary freeze as if he'd submerged you into the heart of a raging inferno. A surge of warmth flooded through every fiber of your being, an intoxicating heat.

"I need you," your voice murmured, the words dripping with a desperate longing. "I need you in every fucking way imaginable..."

"Mm," Mattheo hummed, the warmth of his touch tracing the curve of your hip. "Such a delightfully dirty mouth for a princess..."

Feigning innocence, you lifted your gaze to meet his, a coy smile gracing your lips. "Perhaps...but even princesses have their secret pleasures, don't they, Matty?"

For a moment--a fleeting, beautiful fucking moment--your eyes locked, and it was in that secret realm, where slight smirks played on each of your lips, and the tension was fucking so thick that you could hardly breathe--where you both knew you've found what the whole fucking world was still carelessly searching for.

And it was there, that you knew--no man, no job, no fucking career could ever make you feel as happy and needed and treasured as Mattheo Riddle did. In his own, crazy, fucked up way.

Mattheo blinked. "Meet me in the washroom in forty minutes.”

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Chapter 26->

[fangirl-dot-com]

what does mitch look like? like does she have a face claim?! and vito?? (i couldn’t tell which one was which in imola)

ok so here we go! - thank you to whoever asked for this!!

this was a tag worthy post I believe :)

face claim - Amal Clooney

Meet Michelle "Mitch" Walker - Y/n L/n's race engineer

She has been at Red Bull since 2020, but was an actual engineer for the cars. She graduated with a Masters in Engineering and interned under Adrian Newey. She is currently in her late-30's and not married.

She was a bit skeptical when she was told by Christian that she'd be a rookie's race engineer, but when she saw you and your times on the sim, she was hooked.

She can be seen wearing her favorite big sunnies during race weekends and carries her gray notebook everywhere she goes. As a part of a ritual, she always drinks an iced Americano before a race.

For future references, she stays Y/n L/n's race engineer until said racer retires. She will have served under two different team principals by the end of her carrier (but I'm not saying who the second is hehe).

no face claim - Italian, short beard, and a whole lot of love for Y/n

Meet Vito Accardi - Y/n L/n's manager

Vito had been a part of an organization of people who lend out unofficial managers to younger racers who don't already have one. He was assigned to Y/n L/n in 2018 when she first joined F4. He, like most people, thought that she had raw talent and he wanted to stay with her.

Fast forward to 2019 and F3, Vito was officially Y/n L/n's manager, hired by her godfather Lorenzo. He has no plans to leave anytime soon.

He has a Public Relations Degree along with degree in Business. On the side, he runs his own line of go karts. He has mentioned that he was only able to start it due to the kindness of Y/n and Lorenzo.

For further references, Vito stays with Y/n until her retirement. After that, he ends up being asked to be godfather of her second child. Of course he agrees and tears are shed.

face claim - Brendan Taggart

Meet Lorenzo "Enzo" Alessandrino - Y/n L/n's Godfather

Lorenzo had been Y/F/N L/n's best friend growing up after meeting at boarding school, but distanced himself after he saw how awful he truly was. Only came back into his life after the birth of Y/n. Surprisingly, he was named godfather and he took that to heart.

Being a major business man and influential figure in karting and Formula racing, he couldn't possibly be near the girl all the time. But after finding out what you had been going through, he wishes that he would have fought for custody. Maybe then you could have grown up with other kids such as Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri, Mick Schumacher, and Arthur Leclerc. But, he couldn't dwell on the past.

Everyone thought he was pretty poor as he didn't like to flaunt his wealth everywhere, but they were wrong. Pretty much one of the wealthiest persons the time of his death.

Gave Y/n L/n a second chance at karting and formula racing as he fought for sponsors to agree on the younger girl (most said no due to age and gender, but he never gave up).

Late in 2019, he caught pneumonia, which turned into a fatal respiratory tract infection. He died in early 2020 after falling into a coma. The only person to ever show up was Y/n L/n

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I have a interaction separately with Crewel daughter who graduated and accepted to be the bride of the guys ( Maulles, Leona, Vil, Idia, Silver, and Jamil ) saying liked

" Even if the world will or might hate you, I will not as you are my love, so please let me carry your burdens as well as you carry mine we are equal in this marriage "

Giving a soft smile at them and holding their hand softly in her much smaller ones, as here eyes she truly loved them, even more she even carrying their child in her large belly

Okay one milestone at a time 

Crewel’s daughter isn’t doing anything with anyone without preventative measures

“Because dogs who aren’t neutered don’t deserve to play in the pen!”

^^^Crewels words not mine

But let's say after graduation

Everyone’s going their separate ways and for whatever reason you’ve decided you can’t stand to let them leave

And those words kind of sound like the declaration of someone proposing after a heap load of an event 

More specifically a reputation shattering one:

Malleus Draconia

Imagine his overblot just being that bad or just someone outwardly announcing how much of a monster they think he is for simply existing Rollo 

He’s feeling disheartened and wondering if he even deserves you since he’s such a monster

And when you finally climb up on his perch on top of the school you keep your balance

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“...I cannot help but worry I truly am as they say…a monster…perhaps that is all I am.”

You sigh tapping on his shoulder and beckoning him to stand

And like your good dragon he does 

“I wanted to do this when we planned to go to the Briar Valley Ball but here goes.” 

You try to kneel down but he stops you simply because he’s just worried you’re falling

But you shake him off to continue your kneel

 popping the question with a large obsidian and emerald encrusted ring

He’s blushing, his eyes are glowing, his tails out and waving in excitement, and his wings are fluttering about as well

He’s happily accepting you’re official engagement

He might have not really understood why you started kneeling but he knew what rings meant and the words “Marry me” meant

He’s scooping you up and your not going to be able to go home without a claiming mark or two

Your father was probably well-aware this was something you had been preparing for

And really really reluctantly encouraging you as you detailed your custom ring for Malleus

“At least if I’m giving my sweet pup away it’ll be to the most powerful magic caster in Twisted Wonderland.”

Leona Kingscholar

Either the media has gotten a hold of his overblot situation or a really public squabble with Falena

He’s retreated from the castle or hiding away in a nearby abandoned building

He really just wanted to be alone

He was so angry because it was always like this 

And at this rate some other obstacle was going to come in between you and him 

How was he supposed to mow that down when everyone’s so busy whispering about every little thing about him

So you’re cautious making plenty of identifying noise that its you coming by so that he isn’t startled

He doesn’t bother holding back his frustration maybe even telling you about his worries that even he is unworthy of you

“Leona.”

“And I bet you just want to leave now, right?”

“Leona.”

“Don’t even try to lie, you might as well think I’m the level of dirt aren’t I!?”

“Leona.”

“And even worse he’s just going to pretend–”

“Leona shut up and let me propose!”

“...What?!” 

It takes him a while to register when you shove the box into his toned chest

But he wouldn’t have it any other way

Declaring your love for him he’s so pleased

He might even cry

But he was happy that for certain you’d be his 

Now it probably be pretty counter productive if he tried to stage an assassination plot, right?

Crewel’s probably chugging away at some pixie rum as he wonders where he went wrong

“Of all the motley curs it had to be him…maybe its the muscles…what in the Great Seven’s does she see in him of all people?!”

Vil Schoenheit

Any major smear campaign really that might have turned a good chunk of fans away or really rooted out the people he decided to keep close

Either hits hard and it hurts

In an established relationship he has no doubt you won’t leave him

Right?

You’ll most definitely stay by his side while he gets through this rough patch

Right?

He isn’t too much right?

Too much to deal with right?

Right?! 

Right?!

He needs you to tell him how much you love him more than anytime ever

He’ll need you to keep repeating it to him as he falls asleep when he wakes up

Heck, send him a recording not that he doesn’t already have a library full

He’ll smile and confidently defend his name to the end but he needs you more than ever

He’s not above locking you up if your unwilling

Its that bad

“Vil come to the gazebo, I have something to tell you.”

He fears the worst 

Are you really trying to leave him now of all times

He has the potion in his pocket as he steels himself not to start begging you right now

But he’s even more caught off guard when your grabbing his hand and holding it to your lips as you look into his eyes

“Marry me Vil Schoenheit.”

He’s going to cry as he says yes and you put that giant diamond and amethyst ring on his finger

“You know we’ll have to wait until this scandal dies down?”

“Why should we? This doesn’t concern them, your married to me aren’t you?”

He’s probably fallen ten times harder now

Crewel is resigned, he kind of thought this would happen 

“What can I say? She has her father’s eye for talent and theatrics.” 

Idia Shroud

He’s revealed to have overblotted or outed as the major gamer behind some of the top rankings 

He feels betrayed most of all

Gaming was his out and thanks to some vengeful fans of another gamer they almost ruined to for him

Or bringing more shame to the STYX corporation then he meant

First Ortho, then his overblot, now this

Let him be the little spoon 

And kiss him all over

And don’t leave the bed without him

This is a hard one, his hair makes it hard for him to go anywhere without someone recognizing him

“I’ll just never go outside again! Yup that's it!”

“Don’t be so dramatic! How am I supposed to marry you if you do that!?”

“Huh!”

You’ll do something officially for him of course but the ‘m’ word in general has him spiraling alone

so maybe prefacing your declaration with this will ease the blow

Go through a life altering crisis just to get the equivalent of a goddess to marry him?!

It was totally worth it

Now Ortho’s happy he just don’t know what you did to give his brother this sudden motivation to clean up his act

Crewel’s also getting the Pixie Rum for this one

“Maybe she’s fond of the lacking breeds of the bunch? I don’t understand it in the slightest.”

Silver Vanrouge

Fae community looking down on him probably

‘Why is a human even trying to protect our king? That’s quite the insult in and of itself’

He hates this

He hates it most of all 

Despite what many might think he knows they think he’s weak 

Same goes for other humans except that they know he’s…just out of touch

“Why…is it like this…?”

Lilia is there for him and Malleus comforts him but it doesn’t help

Where can he truly be someone that fits 

Someone worthy of you in the first place 

He’s not one to bottle his feelings but he doesn’t want everyone to hear

He’s also debating if he should finally take his father up on his advice to lock up who you love dearly

Anyway in blades of grass as your cushion he rests his head in your lap

“Am I truly worthy of you? Can I even prove that I am with all that I’m lacking? I went through Night Raven and have still found I’m so much lesser than you should have…”

He turns lying face flat into your thighs as he bows down to you

“Do you even still want me?!”

You lift his head declaring your love

“I’m going to marry you, Silver. ‘Want’ is an understatement.”

Crewel is holding the bridge of his nose as tightly as possible as he listens to your future father-in-law go on and on

“Ain’t that nice? We’re going to legally be a family!”

“Whatever. Don’t talk to me until the day of.”

“Don’t be like that Papa-in-law!”

“AGH Of all the picks of the litter it had to be him!?”

Jamil Viper

Al Asim family and his family finding out about his overblot and casting him out

He’s prepared for this 

Yup

He knew it would happen and it isn’t surprising

Not to mention he’s free now

…

What was he going to do now

He couldn’t demand to keep you and not know what he was doing with his life

He really dropped the ball on this one

He didn’t expect them to find out so soon

Or for his entire family to cut him off without a second word

He couldn’t believe he was saying it but he was almost happy Kalim was retaliating at them on his behalf

Relying on Kalim in his own debt felt even worse now

This would most certainly dent his plans to use snake charmer to travel with him 

You’re going to have to pull him out of his work

Which he most certainly has buried himself into 

Cook him some curry and take him on a date on the magic carpet under the moonlight

“I understand you might be trying to send me off with a nice date and my favorite food but—”

He has no intentions of letting you leave him 

“You think I’m trying to break this off? And I thought we established that you were smarter than Kalim?”

He’s stunned as you declare your love for him giving him a deep kiss right after for good measure

Crewel is actually pleased with this matchup on the surface but even the most loyal pups have their flaws

“Why must you pick the pups from Night Raven, darling daughter? They aren’t the worst of the litter…but they have their own…kinks.”

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (7): I Thought About Thinking It Through

a/n: ok so the first blurb of the sleep talking interlude has been somewhat negated so I apologize but promise it is worth it. heavy shit this chapter as we get the full story on sidney landry. but john might say the L word...

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, mentions of character just wanting it all to stop

When John walked into the pub that night, the sounds of an angel laughing reached his ears but the cause was making his fists curl. Cass was seated at a table in the back corner with a man, who he presumed was Mr. Foster, sitting across from her. Her chin was in her hand the way it was whenever he told her a funny story. Her smile was as soft as candlelight as she nodded along to whatever he was telling her. Swears he felt his blood boil when her hand brushed against his across the table.

“Hey, baby, I didn’t think I was going to see you here tonight.” His annoyance was washed away as she turned to greet him with a smile. She said his name and brought him in for a kiss, John using her proximity to press a few more to her lips.

“John, this is Captain Will Foster. We went to spook school in Maryland together.” John kept one arm around the back of her chair as he shook the man’s hand. 

“Major Egan, it’s an honor, sir.” 

“Hear that, Cass, some people think it’s an honor to meet me.” She rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her soda. “You’re the one who’s going to keep an eye on my girl in Berlin?”

“I’ll do my best, sir, but this is Cass’ operation. I’m just here to do what she tells me.” Cass blushed and ducked her head. “Lieutenant Cooper graduated top of our class. Highest marks the entire year.” 

“It’s not that impressive,” she began. “Not like I can fly a plane.”

“None of that,” John stated as he gripped her chin between his fingers. “You are the smartest, most gorgeous, most impressive woman that has ever walked this earth.” She smiled in spite of the ridiculousness and let him pull her in for another kiss. 

“Careful, John, or all this is going to go to my head. Then I’ll be truly insufferable.” 

“I have never once complained about your company.” As it always did, the rest of the world sealed itself off from the space between them. As soon as they had their eyes on each other there was nothing else that mattered. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please.” John kissed her forehead and was off in the direction of the bar. 

“You and the Major, huh?”

“He is…a welcome surprise. I saw him get off a plane one day and couldn’t shake the look in his eyes.”

“Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back,” Will replied with a swig of his beer. “You always were good at learning everything about your target without giving up even a hint of yourself.”

“John’s not my target. He’s my-” She stopped. What was he? Was there a word to describe their relationship status? Partner seemed too severe and official. Boyfriend seemed too trivial. “Mine. He’s just mine. And I’m his.”

“Simple. That works.” Oh, if he only knew. The feelings they had for each other, ability to express them agnostic, were simple. They were pure. They were real. They were warm and comforting and made her nerves tingle. But the world around them was so complicated. The lives they led as individuals were complicated, how were they supposed to twine them together? “And to think you were a runaway bride when I first met you.”

“Runaway bride?” John chose the perfect time to return. Catching the one part of that comment that Cass felt in her chest. “You?”

“It’s an exaggeration of the circumstances.” Cass transitioned to damage control. The topic of why she had left South Carolina in the first place hadn’t come up between her and John. And she had wanted to keep it that way. There was no use pouring salt in her old wounds.

“Oh, come on, Cass. Engaged to marry the big time banker’s son and fleeing the engagement party to enlist in the OSS? It’s an incredible story.” For the second time that day, John found himself furious with the tone someone was using to speak to her. She had fully retreated into herself, focused on the condensation rolling down the side of the bottle, her hands shaking in her lap at the reminder of that night. 

“Doesn’t seem like she wants to talk about it, Captain.” There was authority in his tone. It was protective. Purposeful. No room to misinterpret his words. “You okay?” It looked like she was having trouble breathing. As if the amount of trauma trapped in her chest was suffocating her. 

“No. I just need some air. Alone.” She doesn’t think she could look John in the eye. Not when he now knew the awful truth. Not when she was now nothing but damaged and spoiled goods. John watched her walk away with a clenched jaw. 

“Major-”

“I don’t know what the fuck happened in South Carolina, Foster, but if I ever hear you mention it again it will be the last thing you ever do.” John drained the rest of his whiskey and slammed it on the table. He didn’t wait for a response. He meant the words he said. And Will knew it.

----

“There’s more than one of them,” John mocked as he sat across from the RAF officers. “I can see more than one of you, too. I could knock all of you out.” Cass hadn’t come back into the pub and John had just drowned his anger and worry in amber liquid. Buck and Veal helped settle him down as he yelled he could do it in only one punch.

“You want to get Major excited? Baseball. Specifically the Yankees,” Curt offered.

“Really? I would have thought it was the little poppet who left close to tears.” No one tried to stop him when he stood this time. 

“Say that again,” he threatened. 

“Why don’t we make a bit of sport out of it, Major?” 

“I’ve got him, John, let me take care of him,” Curt reasoned. Really, they were all afraid John might kill him. A better man would know when to step aside. Let a more level head prevail. But John wasn’t in any particular mood to take the high ground. 

“Not this time. People in this goddamn pub need to stop talking about her.” They all milled outside and John tossed his blazer into the grass. He wondered if Cass would appreciate the gesture or be repulsed by it. If she ever believed violence was the answer or always chose to think her way out of everything. He ducked the weak hand of the Brit as he thought about the way she looked earlier. The way she had hid herself from his gaze and his touch and requested she be alone. He didn’t like the hole in his chest that she left whenever she wasn’t near.

His fist landed square on his target’s face and the sickening crunch of breaking bone echoed throughout the night air. He pictured Harding’s lovesick eyes when his Cass entered the room. Pictured Foster and his words quelling the fire inside of his Cass in an instant. Pictured this pompous asshole watching his Cass walk from the pub with a shake to her shoulders. Cass was a deity that mere men were not meant to get too close to. John didn’t even believe he deserved the way she looked at him. The way she touched him and comforted him and made him feel at home in a faraway land.

“You good, Bucky?” The others were cheering and laughing and slapping him on the shoulder but Buck looked concerned more than anything.

“I gotta protect her, Buck. I can’t let this place take her from me.” He couldn’t even feel the wounds to his knuckles or the blood of another man trickling down his fingers. “I’ll find you guys later.” John ignored their groans and pleas and grabbed his jacket from the ground before heading off in her direction. His north star. He would always follow her home.

----

He knocked softly against her door, Mary not hiding her eye roll at his disheveled uniform and bloodied knuckles when she had begrudgingly let him in, his forehead landing against the wood as he waited for her to answer.

“You found me,” she whispered softly as she cracked the door open an inch. 

“Always will,” he replied sincerely. “Can I come in?” She nodded and opened the door wider, John closing it behind him as she sat on the edge of her bed. He looked around and noticed a packed bag on the floor and a stack of envelopes on her desk. The one on top looked like it was addressed to her parents. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back after…” John shook his head.

“You were upset. He shouldn’t have said what he said.” Cass chuckled drily and looked at the ceiling. 

“You have my back, just like that? Without even knowing what it was he was talking about?” He sat down in her chair, elbows landing on the top of his thighs. “What happened to your hand?” She surged forward and held his hand in hers with a delicacy that made him shudder.

“I was having your back.” Not asking any further, she opened a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. “And to answer your question, yes. It doesn’t matter what he was talking about. If it made you uncomfortable, it needed to stop.” He didn’t wince as she cleaned the blood from his hand, kissing each knuckle for extra measure, and wrapping a bandage to seal in her love.

“I appreciate that, John, but what he said was true.” He winced now. 

“About being another man’s bride?” The thought made him sick. The thought that Cass was already someone else’s. That she hadn’t told him and let him fall in love with her and share in those sacred moments together. That maybe that was why she so rigidly didn’t want him to say so. 

“I was supposed to be. Before I left for training, I was engaged.” She paused and waited for his reaction. Waited for him to be angry or upset and tell her she wasn’t worth the trouble. 

“And I’m sure you left for a reason, Cass.” His desire to understand her almost hurt her chest. It reminded her exactly why she had left. Why Sidney Landry was most certainly not the man she was meant to marry. “You don’t have to tell me. I don’t want to drudge something up if you’ve already gotten over it.”

“No, if…if me and you are going to be me and you, you need to know. You deserve to know.” John leaned forward to hold her hands, kissing the back of them with all the love he could muster. “His name is Sidney Landry. His father is the biggest banker in the state and they’ve been looking to get their claws into my family’s business for decades.” Her hands shook slightly and he squeezed them tight.

“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m not leaving.”

“By all accounts it was an advantageous match. They were wealthy and powerful and Sidney could have any girl in Charleston that he wanted but for some god awful reason he wanted me. My mother was so delighted. She had found a man who was willing to try to tame me.” A tear rolled down her cheek and John’s thumb wiped it away. 

“Cass…”

“I had no choice but to say yes and let him parade me around like some blue ribbon. I was so miserable every second I was with him. He would grab my arms so tight they bruised everytime we went somewhere. He would say the crudest things about me having his children. I spent months just wanting it all to stop.” The tears were coming in full force. Her hands grasping John’s like he was her anchor in the storm. His own eyes were swimming with emotion as he watched her exorcize these demons from within her. “One night he had been drinking so much I couldn’t understand what he was saying. But he was so angry I wouldn’t let him touch me. So angry that he…”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he repeated, “I know all I need to, Cass.” John already knew he was going to kill Sidney Landry. Didn’t know when but he knew it would be slow. 

“His hands were around my neck and I thought he was going to kill me. I hit him as hard as I could over and over before he stopped. I ran and I ran and I ran until I couldn’t breathe.” 

“You ran all the way to London, huh?” he said in the hopes of getting a smile to crack across her face. It worked. 

“I thought I ended up here because I was running away from him but maybe I was really just running to you.”

“That sounds about right,” he murmured as he stroked the top of her cheeks. “What you went through…You are so fucking strong, Cass. You deserve to be happy and to feel loved and protected.”

“I’m so damaged, John. I’m not meant for a life of teacups and doilies and standing there silently. No one is going to want this version of me.” Now that he knew the truth, she expected him to run too. To find a simple girl who could be the wife he deserved and the mother to his children he deserved. 

“That’s not true, Cass, because I,” he swallowed and held her face between his hands, steady and strong, “because I love you. I am so fucking in love with you, Cassandra Cooper. I love every last bit of you and I love this version of you and know I’ll love every version that comes after.” She kissed him ferociously, not able to get enough of him even with no distance between them. “Come home with me when this is all over. Do me the honor and make me the happiest man alive.”

“I will, John, I will.” He kissed her with a groan, eager to lock this promise between them. “John, you need to know that I leave for Berlin in the morning. The operation it’s…it’s…others have tried and they haven’t come back.”

“I’m not letting you say goodbye,” he reasoned. “Not when you got me thinking about an after.” Oh it was so cruel and dangerous for the universe to do this to him. Give him the one thing he’d been wanting only to have her live her life on the same edge he did. 

“If something happens to me, I need you to know I feel the same way you do.” She just needed to get through this. If she could survive Berlin, she could survive this whole thing. She could love John Egan wholeheartedly and unabashedly. She could find the courage to go back home if he was with her. “When I went to see Harding this morning, I went to turn down Berlin.”

“Turn it down?”

“I would have rather been here with you than anywhere else. No matter what those consequences were. But then I saw Buck’s letter and I was so angry.”

“I know. I deserve that.” She shook her head.

“No, you don’t because here I am doing the exact same thing.” 

“Hey, you’re not going to need those farewell letters on your desk, okay? You’re going to go to Berlin, kick someone’s ass or steal state secrets to end the war and you’re going to come right back home to me. Just like how I am always going to come right back home to you.”

“Forever and ever?” she asked. 

“Forever and ever,” he promised. “You going to let me hold you while we try and get some sleep tonight?” 

And that was how Mary found them before the sun rose the following morning. John protectively wrapped around Cass from behind, their fingers interlocked at her middle. And they both studied each other for a few more minutes until Mary said it was really, really time for Cass to go. John not wanting to forget a single thing about this very moment. Cass not wanting to forget a single detail about the face of the man she loved. The face of the man she was fighting to keep safe. 

“Don’t get distracted by thoughts of your love for me while you’re flying,” she teased as he pecked her lips a few times. 

“I am going to fly so much faster with that admission off my chest.” She giggled and fell back into him easily, her plane whirring to life behind them. 

“If you do, I might let you show me how much you love me when I get back.” That twinkle of mischief was there that he loved so dearly. 

“Is that so? You better hurry then. I’m a patient man, Spook, but not when it comes to loving on you.” 

“Cass! We got to go! Weather’s moving in!” Her heart dropped along with her smile as she turned back to John. The part she was dreading.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” she said, her fingers tracing the contours of his face one last time. His knuckles brushed her cheek and he kissed her one last time. 

“I love you. You come back to me in one piece. That’s an order, Lieutenant.” 

“I’ll do my best, Major.” She pulled him by the front of his jacket for her own last kiss. To tell him she loved him without saying the words. Those would be for after. 

She walked backwards until she couldn’t anymore. Her hand pressing to her lips before she released it into the wind, John catching the sentiment with ease. He had never felt such torment watching a plane take off as he did in that moment. It was carrying everything he held dear off to a faraway place. 

“Please come back to me, Cass.”

[suugarbabe]

You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤

Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.

Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬

For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.

Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:

I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!

While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.

Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.

James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.

So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.

Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.

And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!

Thank you love x

The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.

In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.

What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.

When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?

"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.

Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.

When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.

It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).

To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.

When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"

After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.

What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.

"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"

Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"

You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"

Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."

Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."

At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"

When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"

You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."

You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."

You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.

Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."

When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.

"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.

Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."

This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."

"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.

"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.

Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."

Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.

"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.

As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."

Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."

Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Girl you know I gotta ask for writing for my boy Connor (loml) and a daughter of Athena 🤞🤞 I really don’t mind whether it’s headcanons or a blurb or a fic just whatever you feel like writing babes I trust you’ll do him justice 🫶🫶

Love you and I am officially fully caught up on all your writing 💪💪

⋆⭒˚.⋆ connor stoll x daughter of athena! reader hcs

content: connor stoll x daughter of athena! reader hcs warning: language author's note: i hated starting this one for some reason but guys!!! so fun!!! i love, so cutesy. AND CONNOR MY BOY HAS RETURNED also glad to see you are FINALLY all caught up smh, can't believe you missed one of my leo fics frfr everyone point and laugh at her in the comments (jk jk public humiliation is not allowed...mostly)

connor was in desperate need of a tutor

he wasn't sure he could take junior year english...again

the athena cabin was the obvious solution but not many of them were too fond of connor at the moment

okay, so yes, he had hidden tiny fake spiders in their cabin that took months to find all 250 of them, but it was just a harmless little prank!!

but, with quite a lot of bribing of snacks he could sneak into camp, connor finally won one of them over

you were a sucker for twinkies, okay??

you were put on the 'traitor of the month' wall within cabin six, along side percy who was asleep the last time a real spider was in cabin six so he was unavailable to kill it

at least the picture was cute

and the boy in which you risked your reputation for was even cuter

though, terrible at english

the worst part was that he was truly trying his best

which just happened to be a 'd+'

so you felt bad, more often than not just giving him the answer, though thoroughly explaining why it was the correct answer

connor was more than grateful for you, one you boosted his grades and two you were quickly becoming the girl of his dreams

and you were quickly losing interest in the twinkies, sticking around for connor and all his corny jokes

"did you hear about jay gatsby’s new car? It was a real hit with the ladies," connor mused, clearly proud of himself, leaning over his homework to be closer to you

you didn't even raised your eyes, flipping a page of your book

"connor, i know you did not read that book. do you even get the joke?"

"yes!! he's...hot, right?? like, leonardo dicaprio plays him in the movie so-"

"no, con, he hit a lady with his car. get it?"

"WHAT THE FUC-"

connor then stole your copy of the great gatsby and read it, determined to understand the joke

and then, one day, while you were walking to lunch, you heard yells of your name

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! SMARTIE PANTS, CMERE!" connor yelled as he ran up to you, huffing and puffing as he bent over, out of breath, in front of you

you went to open your mouth but connor held his hand up, taking a few more deep breaths before pulling himself upright

then he presented you with his paper that the two of you had been slaving away over

and proudly put in the top right corner in read was a 'b+' and a little 'good job!' under it

"omg, a b?!" you hissed out, brows furrowing

"I KNOW ISN'T THAT STELLAR?? best grade i've ever gotten and-...are you- are you mad?-"

"that was totally an 'a' paper, are you kidding me?? i did not use the word 'quintessence' to get a 'b'!" the daughter of athena raged and connor couldn't help but laugh, setting a comforting hand on her heaving shoulders

"y/n-"

"IM GOING TO WRITE A VERY ANGRY EMAIL ABOUT THIS!"

"okay, you do that."

post angry email, you sought connor out, this time with a warm smile.

"come to terms with my 'b'?" he asked with a wide smile as you sat down beside him with a roll of your eyes

"i'll allow it," you joked, bumping your shoulder with his before handing over what you had been hiding behind your back.

it was a little fake diploma and graduation cap on a headband, the little diploma reading 'y/n's tutoring school'

he laughed, setting the headband into his hair, turning for the girl's approval, which he got in laughs

"...does this mean we're done with tutoring?" connor asked after the laughter died down, his smile slowly slipping away

and panic filled the girl's heart as she came to the same realization

then, her ever brilliant mind too over, thank the gods

"what? no, you've still got tutoring college. and then, tutoring grad school. and, maybe, if you're lucky, tutoring internship. you think you're getting rid of me, stoll?"

"gods, i hope not."

[beomgyuslilracha]

just admit you hate me ☾.*

⊹ pairing: kang taehyun x f! reader

⊹ genre: enemies (?) to possible (?) lovers

⊹ warnings: kind of an asshole taehyun and like two swear words total

⊹ wc: 2.1k

summary: five years after graduating high school, you had officially reached the lowest point of your life. after having been let go from your perfectly stable job, it was as if every business in all of seoul had a personal agenda against hiring you. at this point, you were desperate to accept any job that would have you ... even if it meant losing that last ounce of self-respect you had left in your body.

if you were introduced to the opportunity of traveling back in time for the sole purpose of wringing your past self by the neck ... you would take that chance in a heartbeat.

your leg was mindlessly bobbing up and down as you sat anxiously in your seat, and you were quite sure that every crevice of your body was producing sweat by this point.

it had been hours since you first arrived, and, with every name that was called into the foreboding office, the closer you came to throwing up in the suspense of hearing your own.

as yet another woman had her name called out to enter the room, you were officially left as the last remaining applicant.

being left to wallow all alone in your thoughts, you could only begin to imagine that your life would have turned out far differently had you just listened and prioritized your education over a career.

who in their right mind thought 18-year-olds were capable of making such life-altering decisions?!

now here you were, years later and at the end of your rope, awaiting your turn among the many other applicants - that were surely higher qualified than you - applying for the same assistant position.

ever since you were let go from your last job, it had been an absolute nightmare for you to merely attempt finding another. for the same exact reason that you had been laid off, companies were suddenly more determined to find and hire employees with far more experience and education than a young girl with only a high school diploma to her name.

despite the years of experience working as a dutiful employee at your last company, you had been rejected at approximately twenty interviews you applied for. of course, those were just the ones you heard back from; there was about ten other positions that completely denied you from your resume alone.

you were beginning to lose all hope that you'd be able to find another job before you turned thirty.

chaewon, your best friend and roommate, encouraged you time and time again that "something big" was coming for you and that you should "keep your head up", but you could only hold on to such words for so long. eventually, even your optimistic best friend was going to have to face the same reality as you ...

your life has reached a dead-end.

the sound of the door opening once more had your head instinctively snapping towards it in attention. this was it .. it was officially going to be your turn.

distracting your mind for a brief moment, you couldn't help but notice the deep blush that covered the cheeks of the woman who entered before you. in fact, thinking about it now, you realized that a lot of the women had left with the same red color on their face.

when you first researched the company to apply, you had read that the ceo was rather young in age. in which case, based on the reactions of every woman that had left the office, you were now all the more intimidated.

"l/n, y/n?"

thank God your stomach was stronger than the rest of you, or else the sound of your name would have truly induced vomit.

you stood up quickly, though your legs felt entirely like jell-o and made it difficult to walk straight without shaking. you only prayed that the woman waiting for you didn't notice for herself.

today, you were interviewing at the relatively new k company for the position of assistant to the ceo.

it was a much bigger leap compared to your last job, but, at the rate you were going, you would apply to absolutely anything just for a source of income.

"mr. kang will see you now," the woman's stern voice spoke through your thoughts, her words awakening a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach.

kang?

the familiarity of the name suddenly had you reminiscing the old days of your high school years. you could vividly picture the image of your senior class president, the one you held an intense disliking for.

regardless of having been in the same class for the entire four years you attended high school together, it was as if he refused to acknowledge your existence at all.

not that you deliberately went out of your way in attempts to be friends with the boy, you truly couldn't care less, but you certainly remembered every time he had pushed past you in the hallways without a single apology, deliberately ignored you during student council discussions, and most especially that cold stare he always gave you any time your eyes met.

the same one that he was giving you now, in fact.

your entire body tensed as you felt your heart leap into your throat, unable to fully process the situation at hand.

you had just entered the office ... of the kang taehyun, who you strongly disliked .... interviewing to be his assistant ...

as surprised as you wanted to pretend to be, you honestly couldn't bring yourself to even feign it.

of course taehyun was the ceo at the very company you were desperately applying to be an assistant for. that was just the point your dead-end life had reached.

life was truly cruel, wasn't it? seemingly against you at any opportunity it could find..

"are you planning to stand there the whole time?"

you blinked back to reality, having forgotten entirely that this was still an interview process that you needed to be professional for - regardless of who was sat in the chair across from you.

"repeat your name for me." he told you firmly after you had taken your seat, completely emotionless as he flipped over your one-page resume on his desk.

swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you repeated your name. you wondered if he held any recognition for you the way you had for him.

if he did, he certainly failed to show it.

"and you graduated from [name of high school here]?"

there was that lump in your throat again. you felt your shoulders instinctively slouch, having hoped your level of education wouldn't have become a point of discussion — especially where you were educated.

you could only mentally prepare yourself for any incoming ridicule he may give you upon realizing the circumstance for himself.

"yes," you answered simply, your eyes downcast to his desk to avoid whatever look he may send you - whether it be one of pity or amusement.

because why wouldn't he?

the two of you graduated the same year, yet here you were in extremely opposite stages of life. where taehyun has already reached the top of his, you were still desperately clinging for life at the very bottom of yours.

his eyes flickered to you momentarily, but he made no comment.

"any extracurricular activities?"

the room was growing warmer by the second. these questions were already answered on your resume - which he hadn't looked away from this entire time - so you couldn't understand why he was asking them again.

a part of you wondered if it was his own way to subtly remind you of who he was.

not that you could possibly forget the face of the one who treated you worse than the dirt under his shoes.

"i was treasurer of the student council in my senior year," you answered, your gaze shifting down to the floor in preparation of his next words.

he was bound to mention something now.

"reason for leaving last job?"

. . .

your eyes shifted upward, looking to see taehyun's rather bored expression still staring down at your resume. it was as if he were a frozen image - the only sign that he moved at all being the slow blinking of his eyes.

... that bastard.

he didn't recognize you at all, did he?!

you could have scoffed aloud at the realization, unable to believe that he had absolutely no recollection of you whatsoever.

not that you believed you had any profound effect on his life in any way, but you only assumed that someone would at least vaguely remember the person they had treated terribly for four years of their life.

in which case, you were in more surprise that he even acknowledged you as a person at all now. for all you knew, you could have been entirely invisible in his eyes.

"are you going to sit there and ignore the question?"

your eyes widened as you cleared your throat awkwardly. "no, sorry. i was ... just thinking." what an awful excuse. "well, um, they believed that i did not hold enough education or experience to renew my contract at their company."

taehyun nodded his head, though his features remained cold and emotionless, causing a twisting feeling to stir in the pit of your stomach. his stare was blank and uncaring as they met yours for the first time, but, nonetheless, he continued with his questions.

ultimately, as the interview reached its end, you came to the understanding that this was a complete waste of your time. he held not one sliver of interest in anything you had to say, and you certainly did not want to be stuck working for him anyway.

all you had done was allow the one person you disliked most in the world to see how miserable your life had turned out. hell, he had the pathetic resume of your life to prove it to him in writing.

then again, it wasn't as if he remotely cared.

"alright then. do you have any questions for me?"

millions.

do you seriously not remember me?

do you hate me?

am i even a person to you?!

"no i do not." you truly just wanted to escape that cursed office as soon as you possibly could. it was beginning to feel more and more confined with each painful second that passed.

taehyun stood from his desk, officially declaring the interview over, and silently gesturing for you to follow his lead.

with a forced smile and a small bow, you silently bid your goodbye and mentally prayed that you would never have to come back to that building ever again for as long as you lived.

you couldn't even remotely understand what had those previous women blushing so much when kang taehyun was nothing but an emotionless asshole.

perhaps, even after all these years, there was just something about you that had him compelled to disregard you and treat you so awfully.

"i do have one more question," he spoke up, pulling you from your thought and forcing you to freeze in your tracks before you could turn around and finally leave.

the office door seemed so far away now...

"how soon can you start?"

your eyes widened and that sick feeling in your stomach returned. somehow, these words made you feel worse than when that woman had called your name in the first place. "e-excuse me?"

"i asked how soon you can start," he repeated, still appearing just as bored as he has been from the very beginning.

despite him having not shown even the slightest bit of interest, asking you the most mundane questions he could possibly think of, and causing you to feel uncomfortable the entire time ... did you seriously get the job?!

regardless, you would never subject yourself to accepting the position.

forcing yourself to work for the one you despised most, who didn't even remember who the hell you were ?! absolutely fucking not.

"i can start tomorrow."

God, you were pathetic.

you couldn't believe you were even standing with how you lacked a spine.

but could you blame yourself?! you practically dried up your savings account up to this point and clearly no one else had any intention of hiring you!

desperate times .... call for desperate measures.

he nodded simply, still without a single muscle movement in his face indicating any sign of emotion. "i will email you with the schedule later this evening."

with a forced smile, feeling like you practically sold yourself for a paycheck, you gave a halfhearted bow and prepared to leave in as normal of a pace you could manage - so as not to be so obvious with how you were dying to go home and wallow in despair for the remainder of the evening.

"oh, and by the way," his voice called out to you once you reached the doorway.

it was like he knew how desperately you wanted to leave and was doing anything in his power to torture you.

you turned around, forcing yourself to look your new boss in the eyes - allowing you to see the first facial expression on those perfectly sculpted features of his.

he was smirking. he was fucking smirking.

"it was good to see you again, y/n."

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a/n:

HI, SO I'M NOT DEAD !! i just had a very busy life with so much happening. buuuuut i do have a lot of unfinished drafts for each member that i worked on every time i had a moment of inspiration. i was originally working on a hyuka one, but then ... after the concert .... taehyun just came out of nowhere and started bias wrecking so hard. and then my mind ran wild and i decided to write this. it's not very well written whatsoever, but i needed to practice so i can get back to writing more often. i also left this open for continuation if anyone is remotely interested in seeing this progress - don't be afraid to let me know :,)

and for anyone wondering about you don't go to parties, I DID NOT ABANDON IT !!! i still have full intention of continuing, but i MIGHT take a little while to get back into it because i had too many ideas going in all different directions that i was unsure how to continue with where i left off.

in the meantime, i did want to at least post something so i didn't disappoint anyone <;/3 i hope everyone is well !! and pls continue to look forward to more !!

~

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[heartsfromia]

balance — l. jihoon

pairing: non-idol! jihoon x reader

word count: 2,384

genre: fluff

warnings: jihoon gets drunk, so mentions of alcohol

author's notes: lowkey inspired by their alcohol live when jihoon had to take a shot to speak up about his feelings (i cry everytime) and thank you for 200 followers !! <3 glad you all enjoy my delusions in writing :D

"Do you have to go to work today?" You asked, opening the fridge to cook up breakfast. You glanced back at Jihoon, already dressed in a semi-formal outfit of a white button-up and grey dress-pants, his feet still hidden in his slippers.

"Yeah, I do," he answered, with a slight nod before walking in front of the mirror to brush his hair.

"Do you want breakfast?" You watched his eyes glance at you through the mirror, clearly debating on whether to prolong his stay in your apartment.

He only shook his head in response, uttering, "Soonyoung and I are going to grab something on the way." You nod in understanding, walking towards him as you noticed his unruly collar. You fixed his collar, occasionally glancing at his slightly reddened face from the close proximity of you two, before brushing off the non-existent dust on his shoulders.

"Good luck at work," you stated, pressing your lips against his cheek, which only caused him to stiffen for a second, still trying to get used to the displays of affection you've grown comfortable to give him. With an awkward cough, he sends you a quick smile, before waving and leaving out your door.

You couldn't help but giggle at how flustered he got. You and Jihoon had only begun officially dating three months ago, after spending the last two years of college together as just friends. It was on graduation day did he decide to confess his feelings for you, thinking that you didn't feel the same way and that you would never see each other ever again.

Safe to say, that was not true because now, you're dating.

The news was surprising to every single one of your mutual friends, mostly Soonyoung, as he was the middle-man that got the two of you to meet in the first place. You were his friend since freshman year, and Jihoon was his friend since high school. He was the most shocked when he spotted the two of you holding hands on one your dates, and he just so happened to be in the area.

He even gave you both the silent treatment because neither of you told him when it first happened, only getting over it when you invited bought him coffee.

Soonyoung openly expressed how he never expected you to be dating Jihoon. Granted, you were both complete opposites of each other. The dynamic that Soonyoung had used to describe the two of you was that you were "a ray of a sunshine, that even the sun would hide away in jealousy", and Jihoon was "a dark cloud, incapable of expressing anything other than anger". Jihoon definitely smacked Soonyoung after hearing that.

You knew your mutual friend was wrong; Jihoon isn't incapable of expressing his emotions, he simply has his own way of doing so, and that was evident with how he confessed to you. It wasn't extravagant; it was simple, but you couldn't help but fall for him because of its simplicity.

A playlist. He made you a playlist, filled with songs you've never listened to, but after reading into the lyrics of the full playlist, you immediately drove to Jihoon's place to tell him the feelings were mutual.

He had his doubts. Jihoon told you that night that you would be dating someone that has never experienced a relationship before. Of course, you didn't mind. You found it endearing how you were the first person in his life he would call his lover.

But, unfortunately, there came a few doubts after continuing onto a relationship with him.

You hated it, though, how you would unintentionally compare Jihoon to your exes. You knew Jihoon was learning how to love you openly, and be just as affectionate as you are, but he's just not used to it. He's not a shower when it comes to affection, but he's unsure on how to show that he truly cares about you either.

It's a mess—he thinks it's a mess how he loves you.

And sure enough, Soonyoung thinks so, too.

"You're red as a tomato," Soonyoung pointed out as soon as Jihoon slid into his car. His eyes glanced up at your apartment complex, "Then again, you spent the night with Y/N."

"Can you shut up and drive?" Jihoon grumbled, trying to regulate his breathing, his hand involuntarily raised up to where you had kissed him. Looking out the window, the corner of his lips rose a bit, his heart racing in his chest.

"Why did you spend the night at Y/N's again?"

"None of your business." What he told you was that his office was closer in distance to your apartment, and he thought that he'd be able to get to work faster by staying with you for the time being. His actual reason: he just wanted to spend more time with you.

"Come on," Soonyoung whined, Jihoon still adamant. "You've never even told me how you both got together, and that's frustrating for me as the middle-man of your relationship."

Jihoon couldn't help but stare at his friend in disbelief.

"Neither would've been friends if it wasn't for me and my stomachache." Jihoon couldn't help but chuckle, remembering how Soonyoung and left you and Jihoon alone for two hours because he was fighting for his life in the campus bathroom.

Of course Jihoon was a bit grateful for Soonyoung accidentally eating too much spicy food, but he'd never admit that. Jihoon wouldn't hear the end of it.

"You're happy, though, in the relationship?"

The question that Soonyoung had directed to the both of you. As the middle-man of your relationship, he feels responsible that you both are together now, and obviously, as a true friend, he wants both you and Jihoon to be happy, all whilst supporting your relationship.

He had asked you the same question last week, when you were gathered with a few other friends since you and Soonyoung were in the same college major. When he knew you both were out of earshot from everyone else, he dropped the question.

"Yeah, I am," you answered, sending him a reassuring smile. "It's a process, obviously, since this is his first relationship, but I'm okay with guiding him along."

"Do you ever doubt he loves you the way you love him?"

It took you a few minutes to process his question, letting it rake through your thoughts, every single memory you've made with Jihoon since establishing your relationship. You were hesitant, but you nodded, causing a glimpse of guilt pass through Soonyoung's eyes.

"Like I said, it's his first relationship, there are things that just going through life won't teach you unless you've been in a relationship before," you explained, "sure, there are times when I couldn't help but compare him to my exes, but that doesn't mean I'll end it because Jihoon isn't like my exes—because Jihoon isn't like my exes, is why I'm still with him.

"I am," Jihoon answers, his eyes focused on his phone, the morning traffic causing them both to stay put within the streets of Seoul. "I wouldn't have confessed if I knew I wouldn't be happy."

"But do you love Y/N?" This question got Jihoon to pause his game, turning to face Jihoon, a skeptical look obvious on his friend's face.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because, Jihoon, if I'm being honest with you," he begins, leaning back in his chair, letting one hand grip the steering wheel lazily, "you don't look like you're in love."

Jihoon's brow rose, rolling his eyes at his friend's notion.

"I'm serious, you don't necessarily show that you love Y/N," he exclaims, "like, I could tell that Y/N likes you, loves you even." Jihoon couldn't help but agree with that statement. The obvious evidence of your genuine feelings being that of earlier, with the kiss on his cheek and fixing his collar.

"Do you know your love language, Jihoon?"

"What?"

"Love language, do you know yours?" Jihoon only shook his head. "Do you know Y/N's?"

Again, Jihoon shook his head. To him, you might have all love languages equally spread out within you.

Physical touch; you would greet him with a kiss on the cheek when you knew no one was looking, knowing he'd be too embarrassed to display any affection publicly. You would also reach out to hold his hand, or link your pinkies when walking together, as a sign to say you were right there beside him.

Acts of service; you knew Jihoon wasn't too keen on cooking, and he'd have a terrible habit of ordering in food when he's hungry, so you'd take it upon yourself to cook him breakfast and dinner, sometimes heading over to his place just to make sure he's eating well.

Words of affirmation; Jihoon openly expressed how he gets shy when hearing compliments, and confessing to you that you were the only one that would compliment over mundane things. Such as when he could detect the BPM of a song, or play a random instrument you hand him when you both visit a music store.

"Oh my gosh, you're so cool."

"Damn, I wish I could play a guitar as good as you do."

"You look really handsome today, Jihoon."

"Good luck today at work."

And these were just the ones that he'd discovered since dating you three months ago. He knew that you'd always make him feel loved, and he was learning on how to do the same for you. It was difficult though, he also knew that.

He wanted nothing more than to make you feel just as loved, or even more. You had grown to become his best friend and his lover, and maybe, a part of him believes it's a first love thing, but he's glad to have it be you.

But other than a first love, he wanted you to be his last.

He knows he has to change his ways; be more open with his feelings towards, state how much you mean to him, or else, he might risk losing you because he's so terrible at loving you.

Jihooon <3 i'll be home late the team wants to go out for dinner

You alrightt have fun <3

Jihooon <3 thank you

Jihoon eyed the chatroom for what felt like an eternity, before typing in and sending.

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head when you saw the additional message he had sent.

Jihooon <3 <3

The smile on your lips only grew wider, your cheeks heating up as you locked your screen, your eyes averting back to the movie you put on, but you weren't focused.

Slowly but surely, you thought. It was a process after all, relationships. They aren't easy to navigate if one person held onto the reigns with all their might, while the other sits on their partner's shoulders, riding on the wave of time. You knew he'd eventually start being comfortable with showing you affection, especially in his own way.

You never thought it would be very soon, though.

You found yourself waking up to the sound of gentle knocking on your door. Glancing at the time on your laptop, you saw that it was already half-past eleven and you had fallen asleep in the middle of your movie.

Groggily, you rose from your bed and headed to the front door, opening to find Jihoon there.

"Jihoon?" You rubbed at your eyes, finding him leaning against the wall across from your door, head hanging low as pink dusted his cheeks, eyes closed. You stood in front of him, reaching out to gently hold his face, patting his cheek gently. "Jihoon."

His eyes opened lazily, blinking a few times before finding your eyes. Immediately, he smiled down at you, slurring, "Y/N…" You scrunched your nose, smelling alcohol from him which only caused your brows to furrow.

"Come in, it's cold," you urged, pulling him into your apartment and letting him lie on your couch. "I'll make you some tea." He only nodded weakly, his eyes fluttering close again.

He must've drank, despite being the type to never do so. During outings with college friends, when alcohol was involved, Jihoon would always have anything but alcohol in his cup.

"How much did you drink?" you asked, helping him sit up from his position, offering the cup of warm tea.

He took a sip, smacking his lips a few times before answering, "Half a bottle, I think—I'm more of a lightweight, you know?"

"Really?" you chuckled. "Do you need anything?"

Jihoon placed the cup on the coffee table, shaking his head before reaching out, his arms snaking around your waist as he rests his face into your shoulders. "Stay here… with me."

You froze in his hold, surprised with his sudden action. A fond smile growing on your lips as you placed an arm around him, adjusting yourself so you were comfortably holding onto him, leaning your back against the arm of your couch.

"I'm sorry for not loving you enough, Y/N," Jihoon uttered, your chest tightening at his words. "And I'm sorry I need alcohol to have the courage to show you that I love you."

"Hey, don't say that," you mumbled, your fingers running through the nape of his neck. "You just have your own way of showing it, Jihoon."

He finally lifted his head, revealing his face as he leans his head on your shoulder, glassy eyes staring up at you. "But Soonyoung told me that you'd doubt that I love you as much as you love me…"

You rubbed the back of his head, eyes filled with adoration as you smiled down at him, finding his eyes fluttering close at your touch.

"You don't need to show affection the way that I do to you, to prove you love me, Jihoon," you assured him, "I think we balance each other out because I'm very frontal with my affection, and you're lowkey about it."

"Balance, hm?" You nodded, letting yourself sink into the couch until you were lying down beside Jihoon, his arms still around your waist as yours wrapped his shoulders.

As the two of you proceed to drift to sleep, you heard him utter softly before drifting to complete slumber. "I'm pretty sure you're my soulmate, Y/N."

"I'm sure you're mine, Jihoon."

[mollish-art]

What is Generation Loss: Unperson?

Unperson is a Generation Loss AU written, illustrated, and narrated by yours truly!

The story begins as canon-adjacent to Generation 1 (the first chapter, Savior's Stigmata, is technically a prologue, in that it takes place during the events of episode three of The Social Experiments). In chapters 2 and onwards, the cast of TSE begin an adventure anew.

Showfall Media has revolutionized the field of interactive entertainment. In Hetch's Social Experiments, this entertainment took the form of three consecutive livestreams, which the audience could actively participate in and, ultimately, decide the fate of the Hero [i.e. Generation 1 of Generation Loss]. Now, Showfall Media is proud to bring you entertainment through an even more immersive medium: video games.

Anathema Annihilation is Showfall's most innovative use of "Phantoptics" technology to date: a video game where one's choices really matter and actively impact the world we live in.

Charlie awakens in a new environment and with a new purpose as the face of the beta tester's Hero avatar. Elsewhere, Ranboo has been revived, reprogrammed, and repurposed with a new face of his own: a biomechanical, bestial antagonist known as "The Devourer".

The player character - the Hero (who we know to be Charlie) - joins forces with a helpful non-player Companion (Sneeg) to eliminate a wide range of enemies - known as "Anathemas" - across multiple levels, each culminating with a fight against a powerful boss: an "Abomination".

Depending on the player's Variant choice, the theme (and therefore appearance and ability mechanics) of the Anathemas, as well as the Hero and Companion classses, changes.

Regardless of the player's Variant choice, however, the Abominations always remain the same: previous cast members who have been previously rejected by an audience and have been revived and repurposed as biomechanical monstrosities.

As the Hero and Companion progress through the levels of Anathema Annihilation, their minds become increasingly plagued by questions concerning their memories, free will, and grasp of reality. But they are not the only ones cursed with introspection; the Devouerer, too, clings desperately on to whatever shreds of humanity it still possesses, and seeks, above all else, to avenge its friends.

...

Now that you have a brief synopsis of the world and premise of Unperson, if you are so inclined, you can read the available chapters here or check out the in-universe website I created for it!

On the website, you can find additional lore, concept art, links to all currently available chapters (as well as audiobook adaptations of all of them, narrated by the author), themed playlists, and a fanworks feature page (showcasing some of the fanart and cosplay that you guys have made for this story)!

I am always open to Tumblr asks if you have any further questions!

Please note that Unperson is currently on a bit of a hiatus, however, as I am in graduate school and must focus on my academics before working on this AU. It will be completed - I promise you that! I have plans for the rest of the story, as well as more art and such on the way. Patience is key ;)

Here are the currently available chapters:

That's all for now, folks! Remember to check out the official website as well as my Unperson Youtube Playlist, which contains speedpaints for all of the chapter art as well as the audiobook adaptation!

Lastly, if you'd like to keep up to date on this project or share your feedback, follow or post on the #UnpersonGL tag!

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Taffeta

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18 year-olds MC and Ominis are called upon for a fancy dinner with members of the Ministry of Magic to discuss MC's abilities with ancient magic and how they might serve the Ministry. But the party has devolved into another networking event for stuffy officials. The two run off for a much-needed moment alone to blow off some steam.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

Smutty stuff here; Ominis leans into his carnal side. Dirty talk, fingering and oral ensue

Word count: 4,066

A/N: just a fun self-imposed challenge to write nsfw outside my normal fare. There are a few minor historical inaccuracies for the sake of a good, saucy story. Hopefully nobody even notices, but if you do, just... ignore them please lol :')

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It felt as if this Ministry of Magic dinner would never end. Ministry officials ingratiating themselves to one another, despite this function not even being about them, was dreadful to watch, and MC had had enough. She had only graduated from Hogwarts a year prior, and already her abilities with ancient magic were being recognized outside of the school. She suspected it had all started with Professor Black attempting to garner Ministry favor by taking credit for raising up such a prodigious student, but where matters started and ended in this perplexing network of magical politics was a complete mystery to MC. She wanted desperately to put this ancient magic business behind her after all she had endured defeating Ranrok and his followers—and because she wanted to focus more of her attention on her beloved young man.

MC had invited Ominis Gaunt to this dinner as her escort, mostly in an attempt to maintain her sanity. Ominis knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted, having extensive experience with such dinners as a child growing up in the House of Gaunt. The family had done all they could to maintain their connections as the house's fortune slipped away, Ominis being among the youngest to be trained in the art of overlong dinner events. This particular dinner had been going on for four hours, and with no end in sight, even Ominis was growing quite restless and frustrated sitting politely at the huge dining room table, old men and women four, some five or six, times their age prattling on without paying them any mind.

"Surely that man knows he's had a few too many fire whiskies," MC whispered to Ominis, who stifled a laugh as MC narrated to her blind sweetheart the disastrous scene before her: a low-ranking official was drunkenly stumbling his way through a drawn-out and unamusing joke to some higher-ups, his only accomplishment being embarrassing himself.

"If I ever turn into a pitiful and horrific Ministry beast like that," Ominis whispered with a wry smile, "please do the humane thing and leave me for some basilisk to find."

"Mr. Gaunt," she muttered back in mock horror, "are you suggesting a basilisk's gaze would be preferable to an evening of wearing uncomfortable clothing and being treated to incomprehensible jokes?"

Ominis chuckled and placed a hand on MC's lap from under the table. "I must admit, I am rather saddened that your dress has been causing you discomfort all evening. Even just with my wand and my touch, I can tell you are simply ravishing in it."

MC blushed a deep crimson. While she did enjoy how the dress looked, pastel pink taffeta with flower designs running along the hem and bodice with short lacy sleeves adorning the square neck and shoulder line, it was terribly itchy and stiff. Her corset was particularly restrictive, and her hair was also done up in a bun that was quite pretty, but had pins and flower ornaments that irritated her scalp. She hoped Ominis was faring better in his handsome black formal jacket and neatly pressed trousers. What MC truly wanted in that moment was to go back home and draw up a hot bath. Her mind was in full walkabout, pondering what she might do with a few moments alone with Ominis after this hypothetical bath, away from the ever-watchful eyes of her handmaids.

Ominis rose from his seat next to her. He gently took her silk-gloved hand and beckoned her to join him. "I need some air," he groaned. "This is simply too much, and I have the impression that none of these partygoers will miss their supposed guest of honor."

MC laughed in agreement, and with MC on Ominis' arm, the two strolled out into the night air in the gardens just beyond the dining room.

MC was not entirely sure whose house this was. She could have sworn that at least three different names were given to her when she asked various attendees, and she wondered if anyone else really knew, either. Whoever the owner, their taste in parties might have been lacking but their taste in gardens was exquisite. The gardens seemed to stretch on endlessly, and MC began to wonder if they had been enchanted to do just that. The two walked past burbling fountains, topiaries of all manner of magical beasts, the most perfect hedges she had ever seen, and impossibly intricate marble statues of wizards and witches.

MC and Ominis felt at liberty to make bawdy jokes at the expense of the officials as they wandered deeper into the peaceful night. "Do you suppose they're even interested in offering you a job, or are they just proud of themselves for stringing us along this far?" Ominis groused as their laughter faded.

"At this point, I wonder if everyone assumed someone else would be in charge of that task," MC sighed. "I must admit—I was hoping that throwing your name around would at least scare them into doing something, even if I don't want to work for them, but it appears that even Slytherin's heir couldn't get some of these men to care about anything except their own political onanism."

Ominis snorted, always delighted at hearing the out of pocket things his otherwise proper and feminine beloved said when they were alone. "It was worth a try," he smiled.

MC had gone from holding Ominis' arm to holding his hand, which she always preferred, and she felt his hand constantly brushing the skirt of her dress. She smiled, wondering if his mind had also begun wandering.

The two found themselves in a quiet part of the gardens, the crickets dully thrumming as they breathed in the scent of flowers and carefully manicured greenery. They seated themselves on a hidden stone bench some ways off the path to take in the peaceful ambience. MC sat with her knee touching Ominis' as she chastely placed a hand on the space between them for him to hold. He eagerly took the opportunity and laced their fingers together. "This is a lovely place, but I wish I didn't have to attend these stuffy events," MC sighed.

"I'm thankful they at least they afford us moments like this," Ominis murmured. MC realized that he was, once again, fully engrossed in her dress. He had been seemingly obsessed all evening. From the moment they departed for the party, he had been commenting on it or finding opportune moments to touch the skirt and its soft, shiny material. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about this dress that made it different from the other pieces of evening wear she owned, but he was presently enjoying the sensation of the taffeta under his fingers and had begun tracing the neckline of her dress with his other hand. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead—a kiss that felt hot and restrained. "Merlin, how you're beautiful tonight," he whispered.

"Three sickles I know what's on your mind," she smirked. He didn't respond, and before she could open her mouth to ask why, he had straddled the bench, put his arm around her lower back and roughly pulled her towards him. A small squeak left her mouth, which was almost instantly muted by a kiss. Ominis began trailing firm kisses down her neck, accompanied by quiet moans echoing in his throat. "How dare they keep you from me," Ominis muttered, deep and amorous. She had never seen him so aggressive, but she was fascinated and couldn't help but want more.

"I'm upset that I had to spend so many hours this evening being prim and proper, waiting for any opportunity to get away with you—all while you teased me in that pretty dress," he complained. She reached a hand up to soothingly hold the side of his face, but he smiled against her neck and grabbed her wrist, keeping her hand firmly away.

MC let a moan escape her lips. While she was typically vigilant for other people who might see or hear them, she cared very little at this point. Her frustrations had worn her nerves to the quick, and Ominis clearly felt the same way. She desperately needed some quality time with him to make up for the dreadful evening.

Ominis decided that she still was not close enough to him, and quickly pulled her into a deep kiss. Her dainty breasts pushed against his chest, and he sighed sharply. He ran both of his hands down MC's sides, his fingers dancing along her hips. "You're positively intoxicating," he breathed through ragged breaths. “And I am so very frustrated that I can do relatively little about it." His hands moved to her thighs before he stopped. Although his irises rarely moved or betrayed emotion, MC could tell by looking at them that he was deep in thought, deciding his next move. After a moment, he took off his jacket and folded it neatly behind MC.

"Ominis, what are you—" MC wasn't able to finish her thought before Ominis laid her back with her head resting on his jacket, pushing her legs apart so one rested on either side of the bench.

"Hush," Ominis growled, pushing his legs slightly underneath hers and pressing himself down on her with a hand to the side of her face. His command sent a wave of heat through her entire body, and she felt his growing erection pressed deliciously against her core.

Ominis dragged his lips down to her collarbone and took hold of her hips, slowly rubbing them as he rolled his own hips languidly against her a few times. She cried out softly before Ominis leaned closer to her ear. "Louder," he ordered. "I don't care if anyone hears us. I am fed up and I need you. I need to hear and feel you."

Liquid fire spread through her entire abdomen, and MC was quite certain she was thoroughly soaked. He rolled his hips once more, and she cried out with no reservation, his name rolling off her tongue. Appearing satisfied, Ominis moved on to the next part of whatever scheme was on his mind. He reached a hand up and underneath her dress, and ran a hand along the bare skin of her thigh.

MC wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered. She tried to move her hips just enough to encourage him to keep his hand moving, but he didn't budge.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," he murmured. "I want to hear you say it.”

MC began to protest, but was cut short by another kiss. "No excuses, little hummingbird," he growled again. "Say it."

Her cheeks flushed the deepest red. "I want you... to pleasure me," she murmured in his ear. The rush of saying it out loud was intoxicating.

"And how might I do that?" he purred, his hand beginning to move at an excruciatingly slow rate towards her core. MC moaned, partly out of frustration, and partly at the thrill of it all.

"Ominis," she breathed, feeling bolder as the seconds passed. "Please... your fingers, I want them inside me." Her confidence was building, and she was determined to turn this night around. She closed her eyes and savored her memories of the most recent time they had gotten away with doing things they shouldn't have been doing: they had snuck away after a formal courtship dinner at her home, and after they were sure they were alone in a disused room, she had practically melted on his hand. "I... also need you to rub my clit. Long, slow circles. Just the way I like it."

Ominis got a hungry look in his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, hot and needy breath fanning across it and sending yet more fire through her abdomen. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He slid his hand upwards until he could feel how wet she was, and he couldn't help but smirk. “My my, someone is quite excited." His fingers slid easily over her entire core, and her hips moved to help. He frowned and placed his other hand firmly on her hips. “None of that now,” he scolded. “Unless you want me to stop.”

MC merely whimpered in agreement as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying with every fiber of her being not to move.

“I want to hear every single moan and sigh,” Ominis purred as his fingers lazily swirled around the exterior of her slick core.

"Anything for you, Ominis," she breathed. "Just keep going, please."

He chuckled, soft breath hitting MC's ear, and plunged two slender fingers inside her. The palm of his hand was almost hot over the rest of her core, and he slowly moved his palm in large circles as she requested. MC groaned long and deep as she resisted bucking her hips. This was the most pleasurable torture, and Ominis was clearly enjoying inflicting it. He held her there for a moment, slowly crossing his fingers back and forth inside her as he felt her walls around him occasionally pulse uncontrollably. From outside, he shifted his palm away to let his thumb swept slowly across one of his favorite spots on her body. He leaned in close again, gently nibbling at her ear. “Your cute little clit is so swollen and sensitive, isn’t it? When was the last time you even pleasured yourself?”

MC considered if she would let question hang, but thought better of it after seeing the utter delight he was getting from talking dirty to her. “It—mmh—has to have been… perhaps a week now,” she gasped, still fighting her body to keep it from helping his hand. “Please,” she whimpered without thinking.

Ominis tutted. “Oh, you poor thing, that is entirely too long a time.” His fingers slowly began moving in and out, and she exhaled sharply. “Tell me exactly what you did. I’m feeling rather jealous of those pretty little fingers of yours right now, and I want to know what they did without me,” he hissed.

MC whimpered again, fearing she might move her hands to help him before she could catch herself. “I…” she nervously gulped, hesitating.

“Yes?” Ominis asked expectantly. “Every detail, my little hummingbird.”

“I… it started when I was lying in bed. I was thinking of you,” she panted. “I couldn’t sleep, I missed you too greatly. I... began running a finger up and down my clit."

As she spoke, she felt him imitating what she was describing. He had taken his index finger out from inside her and did exactly what she had done the week previous. She shuddered with pleasure and continued, finding the task easier as she went. “Then—mmh—I felt myself getting wet. I slid a finger inside myself—yes, just like that—"

Ominis once again followed along, his large, warm hand heating her entire body. It felt as if electricity was gently buzzing throughout her entire abdomen, now, and she needed release desperately.

“I… I also did what you like to do: I rubbed my clit between my thumb and finger. It reminded me of you, and—aah, yes…” MC bit her bottom lip, orgasm so tantalizingly close. Her heart felt as if it might burst from beating so fast. Every time his hand moved, the cool night air kissed her core; it was irresistible.

“I kept going, just like that, imagining your kisses along my neck until—” Ominis had barely planted the first kiss on her neck when her back arched and she nearly screamed his name, her entire body shuddering beneath him. He kept steady pressure on her and dragged his lips up and down her neck until she had ridden out her climax, and she gazed up at him with a relaxed smile, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He gently felt her face for her smile with his other hand, and a look of smug satisfaction came over him.

“You make the prettiest sounds," he purred. "It seems as if I did far better than your fingers."

"Oh, Ominis, you absolutely did. I only wish you were with me every time so I would never need to use them again," she smirked, watching Ominis' attention falter and his commanding air momentarily slip as he got lost in that idea.

Eventually, he came back to reality and sighed sharply. “Well, it seems as if this is the perfect moment for you to help me, now." Ominis sat back, helping MC back upright, and began unbuttoning his trousers. An idea crossed her mind as he did so, and with a sudden rush of boldness, she placed a hand on one of his. “Now it's my turn: I want to know what you think about when you pleasure yourself without me," she murmured as she slowly leaned in next to his ear.

Ominis slowed, savoring her words. “Well, of course I think about you,” he replied. His voice was smooth, but there was color rising in his slender cheeks.

“Tell me more,” MC murmured with a dangerous glint in her eye, “and perhaps you’ll get some help with your current situation."

Ominis sighed. He was slightly annoyed at first, but his own game was quickly growing on him. “As you wish, my darling.” He finally undid his trousers, and his cock now stood tall before her, occasionally twitching impatiently. Ominis frowned after a moment, realizing MC was going to make him work even for the first touch.

"Very well," he sighed. He refused to let his bravado fail now, but he was quickly realizing what MC learned: saying it all out loud was quite difficult—and his struggles with it were inevitably going to goad his lover into further teasing him. "I... like to remember the way your skin feels beneath my fingers. And your soft moans. Merlin, the sounds you make in the throes of pleasure," he sighed. "And... I imagine how your pretty breasts might feel under my hands—how you might feel as I have you bent over a table with my cock buried inside you."

When he still felt nothing from her, he grew nervous and tilted his head. "MC? Was... was that too much?"

MC had been sitting, enraptured by her mental images of him lying in the middle of a large bed, his bare, pale body standing out in stark contrast to dark sheets as one arm laid over his face with his other hand around his erection, shuddering with pleasure and moaning MC's name. She shook her head slightly and drew herself back to the present moment. "Not too much at all, darling," she flirted. "Such a good imagination you have, too. I only hope that, someday, we may make that a reality." She voice had lowered until she was nearly whispering in his ear. "Now, tell me how you do it when you're lying there by yourself; how exactly you use these beautiful hands of yours to pleasure yourself." She ran a hand up his thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted, eliciting something between a sigh and a growl from him. He reached for his erection, and MC stopped him. "You can only tell me, my dear. No fair doing this yourself."

"I had no idea you were such a little tease. But I'll be remembering this," Ominis smirked. He then sighed heavily and leaned back on his arms, a deep blush once again washing over his delicate features. "I like to start with gentle touches. Those are—" he was overcome by a whimper, eyes squeezing shut as MC ran a single finger up the underside of his cock. He had no idea know how long he would last like this.

"What next?" MC whispered as she pressed herself closer, not letting him recover.

"Wrap your hand around my cock—gently," he panted. She beamed as she watched his boldness melt away under her touch, reaching a thumb up to gently massage the underside of his tip. He gasped again, throwing his head back. "That feels... Merlin..."

"Don't get too distracted yet," she cooed. "Surely there's more."

"Y-yes, please... move the skin up and down—just like that." Ominis was now almost breathless, moaning MC's name. Before he could give further direction, MC leaned down and pressed her lips to his tip. He nearly shouted her name and gripped her hair on the back of her head. She looked up at him to see that his head was lolled to the side, eyebrows knitted together and half-lidded, unseeing eyes languidly gazing into nothing in pleasure. His perfect lips were parted slightly as he panted.

MC slid her lips further over the tip of his aching erection, listening to his cries and teasingly resisting his hand's pushes.

"MC... Merlin, please..." His chest was heaving, and he gripped her hair tighter.

MC slid her mouth off, his pathetic whine causing a smile to spread across her face, and began kissing up and down the underside of his cock, gently sucking at the skin and running her tongue along every little vein and outline she could find.

When she decided she had teased him sufficiently, MC returned to Ominis' tip. She gently cleaned up the precum that was dripping from his cock with her soft tongue, delighting in his incomprehensible muttering, and slid her lips back over his tip and down further.

Another cry escaped Ominis' lips, and his hips bucked, hitting MC in the back of the throat. Tears stung at her eyes, but her mouth remained firmly around him, hot breath rushing over his excruciatingly sensitive skin. She started bobbing her head up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed. Ominis' fingers wove themselves further through her hair and gripped harder as he doubled over.

"I... don't know how long I can last," he panted. "Your mouth... Merlin..."

MC took her mouth away just long enough to give him one final order. "I want to hear everything you say when you climax by yourself. I want to hear what it's like," she smiled mischievously. Ominis quickly agreed, his hand trying desperately to get her mouth back on his cock.

MC followed the pushes of his hand, delighting in the violent push he gave the moment her lips had enveloped his tip again.

MC had moved her head up and down a few more times before she felt his cock pulsing and Ominis' voice died to a quiet whimper. A second later, his hot seed spilled down her throat as he cried out. "Fuck! MC... ohh, fuck, my little hummingbird..." his speech devolved to animalistic groans as his body convulsed, and he thrust against her mouth a few more times, the last few bursts of seed escaping into MC's mouth before he finally relaxed. His grip on MC's hair loosened, and she released his softening cock, savoring his taste on her lips and moving up to kiss him.

"Are you feeling better?" MC murmured. "I don't recall ever hearing you utter a single harsh word before now. It must have been quite good."

Ominis leaned into her kiss, hands placed gently on her hips, and he groaned regretfully against her mouth. MC giggled and kissed him again on the cheek. "Please. We've been in love for three years now. I think it's all right if your manners aren't perfect at all times."

"Considering what we just did in the garden of a stranger whose name we still don't know—and likely never will—you have a point," Ominis laughed as he made himself presentable again. "But yes," he continued after putting his jacket back on, "that was simply indescribable."

"It was the most fun I've had in a long while," MC sighed, leaning against Ominis and resting her head on his shoulder. "I really ought to find a way to bring out that side of you more often. It almost makes these parties worth the trouble... Almost." MC rolled her eyes.

"I am quite sure we could find other ways to get some time alone together," Ominis replied, weariness in his voice. "I don't know if I could tolerate any more of those officials."

"Perhaps another dinner is in order," MC pondered. "Maybe next week?"

"I think I would like that very much," Ominis replied with a sly smile. "I do hope you'll wear that dress again, too."

[tightjeansjavi]

The Hills Have Eyes

A Dieter Bravo Story

Dieter Bravo x f!bestfriend reader x oc wife

A/N: so idk why Dieter decided to infiltrate my dreams last night but am I complaining? NAH cause here comes yet another idea that is going to rot my brain away! Y’all are gonna have to be patient because I don’t intend on having the first chapter out until July (the latest) also, face claim for Dieter’s wife is Aubrey Plaza. They give me bi panic, okay? 😰 The plot is plotting for this one and honestly? I’m so fricken excited (my other WIPS are not excited however)

Summary: Dieter Bravo has been your best friend since you were kids. He was your first kiss, first everything. He was your prom date and most definitely your first love. Dieter never grew the balls to officially ask you out. After graduating senior year of high-school together, Dieter dives head first into Hollywood. He lands a breakout role and he’s all that the tabloids can talk about. Years later you’re soon to be married to your long term boyfriend, until you catch him in bed with one of your own friends. Heartbroken and seeking comfort, you reach out to Dieter, who graciously invites you to his home tucked away in the Hollywood Hills. The second you see a ring on his finger, your heart sinks. Is everything all that it truly seems?

Warnings: angst, pining, heartbreak, typical Hollywood scandals, Dieter is in an open relationship with his wife, things get messy and complicated, drinking, drug use, paparazzi invading privacy, FWB, excessive partying, eventual smut, toxic relationship sprinkled in here and there, Dieter isn’t unhappy in his marriage, he just feels like there’s something missing, reader has never been exposed to the Hollywood lifestyle before, (+18) minors dni! I will add more warnings if necessary! My brain is blanking so I’m sorry if I missed some!

Sneak Peek below the cut

“You’re married?” Your heart sinks deep in the pit of your stomach when you see the shiny gold ring on Dieter’s ring finger. It shimmers in the light and he looks down at it like he’s never seen it before.

“Oh, this? Uh, yeah. I am married.” He shrugs like it’s the most casual thing that he could possibly say. “Does that surprise you, sweet cheeks? Don’t fret. My wife and I are in an open relationship. You wouldn’t believe the amount of Hollywood couples that are totally banging friends and strangers left and right. It happens way more often than you think.” He winked.

“Where is your wife now?”

“Morocco? Spain? Dunno actually. Last I heard she was in Greece. We really only see each other for big events and shit like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you..or anything?”

“Bother me? No, not at all my sweets. She does whatever she wants, with who she wants, when she wants. As long as it stays private. I do the same. It’s a win win situation babe.”He gingerly brought his arm around your shoulders, giving you a warm side hug as he gestured for you to follow him into his extravagant home. “Enough about me, my dear. I’ll make us some drinks, and you can tell me all about that no good rotten son of a bitch ex fiancée, and that backstabbing cunt of a friend. Extra dirty martinis makes everything better, baby. Trust me.”

This summer with your best friend, was about to get extra interesting.

[satelliteddie]

friday the 13th - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x popular fem!reader

summary: you and eddie have a standing best friends date every friday the 13th to watch your favorite horror movies. after you get asked out on a date for the same day, eddie is worried you forgot about him.

content warnings: mention of smoking/drugs, mutual pining, first kiss, jealous!eddie

word count: 2.9k

author’s notes: this was requested! so if there are any other requests please submit them, i love hearing yalls ideas – also, yes eddie graduates high school in this….it’s what he deserved….anyways….

Growing up most kids don’t enjoy horror movies, all things creepy, or even slightly scary—but not you and Eddie. Halloween was like Christmas, Mischief Night was always honored, and Friday the 13th was always a cause for celebration no matter what month it was in. This year was different, not only did your weekly movie night line up with Friday the 13th, but it was also the day summer officially started. This year was finally both you and Eddie’s graduation from Hawkins High, the excitement both of you felt to get out of there was palpable. Being slightly younger than Eddie, you always found yourself trying to outdo him with the horror movies you suggested, pranks you pull, or just anything to make him think highly of you. Which is ridiculous, since Eddie is convinced you hung not only the moon, but the stars too. Eddie had fallen completely head over heels for you years ago when you first became friends. Yet, you lived completely unaware of this crush because Eddie would never voice it. He constantly got in his own head about how you could never see him that way, or how you were way too good for him. Eddie truly didn’t know what to do with all of these mushy feelings he had crammed inside himself; however, he knew if he told you it wouldn’t be the end of the world….but he just couldn’t take the risk. This movie night would be as close as he would get to telling you how he really feels, he was sure of it. He has everything planned out to the last tiny detail. Which brought him into Family Video a couple days early, just to be sure that he would have his hands on the perfect movie for your date. Eddie pulls The Shining off of the messy shelves and fidgets with it until he reaches the counter. “Weekly movie night?” Robin asks with her eyebrows raised. Eddie nods while digging around for loose cash in his pockets, tossing the quarters at Robin. Eddie had picked this movie knowing how much you loved it and how it was the movie he was watching when he realized how in love with you he was. You had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, snuggled close to Eddie’s side. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he looked down at you. The movie was an afterthought to how you looked in his room, in his bed, pressed to him. It was different from how you normally fell asleep, which was common after your movie dates; you would typically curl yourself into the couch or bed, an arm or leg tossed over Eddie, but never like this. You had your head comfortably on his stomach, an arm wrapped around his waist, and your legs crossed with his. The longer you slept, the more tangled you became with Eddie’s limbs, but he wouldn’t dare to move or wake you up. He just took the time to run his fingers through your hair admiring every feature of yours that he couldn’t while you were awake. He felt like he could count every eyelash and not get bored looking at you. It killed him to only be able to look at you like this while you were asleep. “Eddie?” Robin asks, pulling him back to reality. Eddie shakes his head and apologizes to his friend while taking the movie off the counter. “You realize you have to tell her eventually, right?” She smiles gently at Eddie hoping he won’t shut her out.

“What if,” Eddie hesitates while breaking eye contact with Robin. “What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I end up being a total love sick fool? It’s such a cliche. Shit,” Eddie slaps the tape case in his hands.

“You have to return that!” Robin interrupts his tantrum, snatching the movie from his hands.

“Shit, seriously Buckley. What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I’m just stuck like this forever?” Eddie asks, trying his best to keep an even tone. Robin shrugs and chews her bottom lip, she tries her best not to be sarcastic in her response to him, “you never know if you don’t try, right?” Robin offers the movie tape back as an olive branch. Eddie sighs, taking the tape from Robin before leaving the store.

-✩-

The bell rings throughout the hallways of Hawkins High as cheers erupt from all the students inside. It’s officially summer. Eddie is propped up against the wall as you pull all of your photos, books, gum, and miscellaneous things from your locker. “Y’know, I’m gonna miss this,” you frown as you take the final book from the locker and shut it. Eddie smirks at you, tilting his head down. “School? You’re going to miss school?” He asks with a grin, “I definitely won’t! Good riddens Hawkins!” He yells through cupped hands that act like a megaphone. You swat at his hands while laughing and calling his name. “So, tomorrow–” Eddie starts, but is quickly cut off by someone calling your name. You turn away from him looking down the hall as a basketball player jogs towards you. His letterman jacket has the name Andy embroidered on it and even though he’s barely said anything Eddie has already concluded he hates Andy.

“Hey Andy,” you smile politely at him while tugging your backpack strap close to your shoulder.

“Hey gorgeous,” Andy starts and Eddie audibly gags. You flip your best friend off behind your back where Andy can’t see it. It earns a chuckle from Eddie, but Andy presses on. “So I was wondering if you were free tomorrow? I was hoping we could get something to eat and hang out,” Andy asks with a genuine smile. Eddie is convinced his heart stops as he waits for your answer. This is it, I waited too long. He thinks, his brown eyes looking away from your conversation. It’s too painful for him to watch someone else take you. Of course he would ask her out, who wouldn’t? Except for me because I’m an idiot. A goddamn idiot. His thoughts are all consuming and are so loud that he nearly misses your answer.

“Oh Andy, I’m sorry I can't,” you frown at him. Eddie releases a relieved sigh, finally bringing his eyes back to you. “I would love to, really,” you say trying to comfort Andy. “I just have so much going on with graduation, parties, y’know all those fun activities. I don’t think I can.” Andy smiles and says something about catching up with you later, but Eddie could not care less about what actual words come out of Andy’s mouth. A smile creeps onto Eddie’s face as he watches a defeated Andy walk away, “that was the nicest rejection I’ve ever seen. Good job.” Eddie kicks off the locker he had been leaning on. The two of you continue down the hallways towards the exit, following all the other students out of the building.

“It’s not technically a rejection if it’s true, I do have plans tomorrow,” you smile at him. You push open the school doors and take in the sunlight and warmth of summer. “Oh?” Eddie responds, all of the hope in his body slowly fading. “You didn’t say you had plans. Who are you– what are you– when–” Eddie stumbles over his words as you cast a quick smile at him.

“God, you always have so many questions.” You shove his arm, stopping at the passenger side of his van, “Do I have to tell you everything?”

Yes. Eddie wants to yell at you. Yes, please tell me everything. Please just talk to me about everything, anything, nothing. Just talk to me forever. “Eds,” you step towards him. “I’m only kidding. C’mon let's go home.” You open the van door and hop inside, leaving Eddie outside in the parking lot. She forgot our movie date. He shakes his head, moving around to the driver’s side. Shit.

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Smoke circles up above Eddie as he lays on his bed, pinching a blunt between his fingers. The Shining tape sits in his bag, hurting his heart too much to even take it out or return it. When Wayne opened Eddie’s bedroom door before he left for work, Eddie was too consumed with his own thoughts to talk to him. He’s not even sure how long he’s been laying on his bed when he hears a rapid knock at the front door. Eddie groans and he rolls over to cover his head with a pillow. The knocking continues, but Eddie continues to be his stubborn self refusing to open the door. Thankfully the knocking stops as Eddie lets his eyes grow heavier, his high taking over. Suddenly his bedroom window slams open, “Eddie, what the hell!” You yell from the outside of the trailer, “let me in!” Eddie sits up so fast he nearly falls over. His legs thankfully have a mind of their own as they carry him to the front door. Eddie is convinced his high is creating you, there’s no way you’re actually here. He opens the door, blinking rapidly trying to clear his mind. “You- but you said you had plans?” Eddie says, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Yeah, I do have plans…with you.” You reply completely confused. “It’s Friday, and Friday the 13th no less. It’s our movie date. Unless you didn’t want to, I can go—”

“No,” Eddie grabs your wrist bringing you inside. “No,” he stresses. “I want you here, I- I thought you forgot.” His eyes scan over every detail of your face. Eddie’s brain turns to mush as he continues to look at you, his high continues to cloud his judgment as his feelings for you come to the forefront. “You’re stunning, you know that right?”

“Eddie,” you giggle, pulling him by the hand to his room. “You’re so high, let’s go watch a movie.”

“I’m serious,” Eddie insists. You step into Eddie’s room with him shortly behind you. You scan around Eddie’s room looking for a movie to play.

“Sure you are, now what movie did you rent?” You dig through his messy room, piles of clothes and books trying to find a tape. “Ah,” you finally see the edge of the movie inside Eddie’s open bag. You reach inside and snatch the movie out. Your heart flutters as you see that The Shining is the movie Eddie had rented. Your mind wanders back to the first time you had watched it with Eddie. Life had been beyond stressful at the time; your family, school, friends and everything in the world seemed to be pushing you over the edge…but not Eddie. Never Eddie. He was your safe space, your escape from reality. Those planned movie nights every Friday kept you going. The entire week you had been counting down the hours until it was just the two of you in his trailer with a gory movie and junk food. By the time Friday came, you were so exhausted from barely sleeping and the stress of life itself you practically collapsed once you made it to Eddie’s. You tried to stay awake to watch the movie with him, but your eyes were so heavy and your mind was so busy that the calm you felt with Eddie was so inviting. You felt so safe with him it was impossible to stay awake and stay off of him. You found yourself inching close and closer to Eddie, letting your exhaustion consume you. You loved Eddie, more than anyone, but you didn’t know if he would ever feel the same. He was your best friend, your life, your everything. You couldn’t ruin that…so you just let yourself sneak moments. Moments like the one where you first watched The Shining. Letting your sleep-deprived mind take over, allowing your guard to fall so you could cuddle with Eddie. You blink harshly at the movie tape, clearing your throat as you stand from the floor. There’s no way he remembers. You look back at Eddie as he still stands by the bedroom door. Your eyes lock for a moment before he drags himself towards his bed. Eddie collapses back on his pillows, laying his arm out inviting you in. “C’mere,” Eddie calls to you. You place the tape on his bedside table, laying down next to him with your head in the crook of his arm. “I’m in love with you,” Eddie mumbles with his eyes shut. 

You turn your head to look at him, completely baffled. “What did you just say?” You ask him, but he doesn't respond. “Eddie,” you sit up on your forearms to look down at him. “Eddie!” You nudge him in the shoulder, but he just groans. You lay back down with a sigh deciding to let him be. He’s so high. Right? That’s all, he’s high. You think, chewing the inside of your cheek. You turn over onto your side, letting your eyes trail over his profile. His hair is fanned out over his pillows, dark eyelashes flush to the tops of his cheeks, his nose slopes perfectly, his lips plush and kissable as he sleeps. He’s beautiful. Your chest aches as you stare at your best friend. You find yourself growing tired as you continue to admire him, but you let sleep take you.

-✩-

“Sweetheart,” your shoulders shake as Eddie looks over at you. He calls out your name trying to gently wake you. You slowly open your eyes to find comforting brown eyes looking back at you. “Hi,” Eddie says with a smile, his voice deepened by his nap.

“Hi,” you smile back at him, slowly moving off of Eddie's arm.

“We didn’t watch our movie,” Eddie smirks, playing with the ends of your hair.

“We have all night, I’m not going anywhere.” You mutter, your cheeks heating as Eddie shifts next to you. “Eddie,” you turn to face him. Eddie turns on his side too, his face showing every single one of his nerves. “Do you remember when we first watched The Shining?” Eddie swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nods. “I was so exhausted that day and so drained from my life that I finally felt relieved and safe when I was with you. You make me feel safe all the time.” You don’t hesitate to reach towards him and run your hands over his jawline. Eddie’s nervous features flinch slightly as he watches your movements. He’s never felt such raw affection before he doesn’t know what to do. I have to be dreaming. He thinks; he’s convinced there’s no way you’re here, let alone touching him this way. So gently and so lovingly. “Eddie,” you rub your thumbs over his cheeks. “I don’t know if you were just high when you said it, but you said you love me. Is that true?” His eyes flutter shut, his mouth opens as he takes a deep breath in. “It’s okay if you don’t love me in that way,” you gently urge him to talk to you. “But if you do, I need you to say it. Please.”

“Sweetheart,” he starts with his eyes still shut. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you.” Eddie opens his eyes to meet yours. “I just,” he reaches up to touch your hand that still rests on his face. “I- I didn’t know how you felt. I couldn’t risk losing you.” Eddie brings your hand to his mouth, kissing each of your knuckles. “So yes, I’m in love with you.”

Your face cracks into a contagious smile, your heart aching with finally hearing the words from him. He loves me. “Eddie,” you take your hand back from his, running it over his cheek, cupping the side of his neck. You brush your thumb slowly over his jawline. “I love you, too.” Eddie wastes no time as he rolls over, caging you under his arms. His eyes flick to your mouth momentarily before you nod. Eddie leans down, capturing your lips with his; he carefully leans even further down onto you without crushing you as he deepens the kiss. His mouth moves in sync with yours, so much love and anticipation built up on both sides. You can’t help but smile in the kiss, stopping him for just a moment. His eyes open, pupils blown and filled with so many emotions. Eddie’s mouth continues to litter your face with kisses, slowly moving down your neck. “Eddie,” you giggle, throwing your hands into his hair. “What about the movie?” You ask, playing coy. He pulls away from your neck, hovering over you again. “Screw the movie,” Eddie grins wickedly. “We have better plans.”

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something about a love confession... its gonna do it for me every time! thank you to the lovely user who requested this xoxoxo    -meg

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[wildfernflower]

Who are Sam and Cait in Hollywood-c list-to have the narrative that lasts 8 years !!

Marilyn Monroe married a playwright Arthur Miller !

Why doesn't Caitriona Balfe marry a musician Tony McGill ?!

Anon, sorry for late reply. I see you’re making rounds. I’ve recognized you, you sent an ask to @sleepwakerepeat3 just yesterday absurdly suggesting there’s a parallel between the marriage of M. Monroe and A. Miller, and that of Cait and T. I have read that post:

and it has motivated me to finally reply to your ask, although I’m quite busy.

I’ll express my opinion about T’s occupation. To begin with, he’s not a musician, his official job is music producer. This information appears repeatedly in all media and press, is being rewritten by the journalists from old articles to the new ones, yet no source exists that provides current or even old but reliable data about his job. That’s the first red flag – why literally no single solid information about his job can be found anywhere? As a supposed music producer, he is totally anonymous. A person working in the music/entertainment industry these days is expected to have a professional website and/or IG account and a public, well documented and officially available career pathway: education background (list of schools/high schools they graduated from), list of their skills, and work experience including professional achievements, projects they have successfully managed, list of musicians/bands they worked with, etc. A music producer strives to be known and recognizable in the industry, wants to be perceived as a professional and makes his/her qualifications and achievements public in order to gain the trust of future clients and develop his/her career. None of the above is known about T. Just have a look at his Linkedin account:

It's empty, it doesn’t mention even he’s managing The Fratellis. The website of his company Numb Music doesn't exist.

Let’s compare the content of T's account to that of Nigel Brown, tour manager of The Fratellis:

The difference is striking, isn’t it? You can clearly see by yourself, these public records don’t lie.

Doesn’t it look suspicious to you, Anon? Is that really what one should expect from the professional music producer and his career nowadays? No single word about his education, skills, projects, cooperations, accomplishments. No website, no IG account. Would you like to cooperate with a man with the unknown skills and experience, and entrust him managing your band or coordinating your music career? Me personally would consider him a scammer if I were a musician and saw his account.

Does T hide his skills and achievement? That would be unreasonable and simply harmful for his career. Or perhaps he doesn’t have any?

One can speculate what T’s truly doing for a living (and you surely know what these speculations are about if you have come here) but I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts he’s not and never has been a music producer and doesn’t have any real job or own career. Music producer is a feigned occupation that has been invented for the fans and media/journalists in case they ask and have to include the respective data in the articles. If something is repeated and passed on many times, it becomes true, because no one bothers to verify its authenticity; that’s what the people who created the myth of T being a music producer counted on, and they’ve achieved their goal. Of course there must be very specific purpose(s) why this fictional occupation has been pushed so hard. Don’t you think it’s a cover to divert from what T is really doing?

In the post I’m referring to in the beginning, blogger @mariaae compiled a list of A. Miller's achievements. He was famous already during his lifetime, was a recognized playwright, an intellectual. He surely could impress and attract women. I guess, Marylin considered his personality interesting and challenging.

Ask yourself Anon, do you see any parallels between A. Miller and T, or between the two said relationships?    

[strangermarvelss]

angel eyes- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: it’s the annual talent show at hawkins high and you decide to tell eddie how you’re feeling through song (based by “angel eyes” by abba)

Warnings: angst, insecurities, accused cheating, bullying, eddie being clueless, misunderstandings, mentions of vomit, sexual implications, cussing, happy ending

Word Count: 4.8k (oops)

A/N: ahh my first ever eddie munson fic has arrived! y’all i have become so obsessed with that fictional metalhead over the past few weeks, it’s so serious. anyway, i hope you enjoy the fic! - sava

Chrissy. Fucking. Cunningham.

You stood from a far as you watched the cheerleader wrap her arms around your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, before taking off into the woods. They were going towards the spot where all his deals usually go down. But in the recent months, it had become your spot, and Eddie, found a new spot to deal. You let out a sigh and turn on your heel, walking in the opposite direction.

You knew about Eddie’s crush on Chrissy in middle school, as he and you shared your past relationships and crushes early on in your relationship, which was almost a year ago. You scoffed to yourself, wondering why he would sneak around with her like that. Why he didn’t just tell you he didn’t want you anymore, or whatever his excuse of a reason was. Frankly, you didn’t quite care right now, the hurt settling into your bones and making you weak.

You walked towards the buses were about to hop on one when Dustin, one of the new Hellfire club members that was slowly becoming Eddie’s right hand in the club, stopped you.

“Wait, Y/N, are you coming to Hellfire tonight? Also where is Eddie? Doesn’t he usually drive you home?” The freshman asks. You let out sigh and shake your head.

“I-I don’t know where Eddie is, but I’m not feeling the best right now so I’m gonna skip Hellfire for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow though, Dustin,” you explain, and before he can ask you anymore questions, you hop on the bus that usually took you home before you and Eddie started dating.

The concern the club had for you would usually make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, however, with how shitty you’re feeling after seeing Eddie take Chrissy to your spot, you didn’t want to even talk to anyone in the club anymore today, despite them doing nothing wrong in this situation. Although you weren’t an official member of the Hellfire Club, you would go to the meetings every week and sit on the throne with your boyfriend the dungeon master. You and Eddie would chill for a while back at his place then drive back to school and set up for the meetings, and you’d help him clean up and he’s either drive you back home, or you’d spend the night at his, with his uncle working nights and all, it usually would be the latter.

However, the meeting this week was pushed up a day to Thursday, a.k.a tonight, as the annual Talent Showcase was on Friday, which fell on the regular meeting day for Hellfire. Everyone knew that Corroded Coffin would be playing at the show, especially if Eddie was meaning what he’s been saying since the start of the school year, that this would finally be his year, and he would graduate. Which means he had to leave with a bang.

You always went to support your man whenever he played. Tuesday nights at the Hideout became one of your weekly rituals, cheering on the band from the crowd of you, plus about five drunk people. You knew they appreciated your support, Eddie especially. He didn’t have a lot of people in his corner, and you being there to rally for him in any situation he truly admired and appreciated, since he told you nearly on a daily basis.

Stepping off the bus, you walk a few houses down and walk through the front door of your house. Thankful that your parents were still at work, you climb the stairs up to your room and shut the door, tossing your bag aside and flopping on your bed. You felt the overwhelming sense of hurt wash over you now that you were in the safe space of your four bedroom walls. You felt your eyes prick with tears as you thought more about seeing Eddie and Chrissy together. Her body pressed against your man, his smile as he reciprocated the hug. It was all becoming too much.

You let out a choked sob as you grabbed a pillow for support. This was the first time Eddie had done anything to make you upset, as he was usually so sweet and attentive. You always thought it was just because he’s never been in a real relationship before and wanted to do things right, but also the selfish part of you wanted to believe it’s because he really did love you and cherishes the moments you spent together.

At least, he used to.

The more your mind started to think about everything that went down today, the puzzle pieces were coming together more. He had been pulling a way a bit lately, with the two of you not hanging out much outside of school and Hellfire. You thought it was just due to the Talent Show and him wanting to practice with his band, but maybe it was more than that. Maybe he was running off to see Chrissy. Maybe today wasn’t the first time they were acting so secretive and suspicious.

You hear your mother’s car pull into the driveway and hear her call out to you to come eat the dinner she picked up on her way home. You couldn’t even think about eating right now, your worries and sadness weighing down on you and your appetite. You slowly stand up and change into your favorite pajamas and crawl back into your bed with the covers practically suffocating you as you rest your head on your pillow. The world around soon became dull and fuzzy as you allowed yourself to glide into sleep for the night, hoping things may not be as bad tomorrow.

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Popping your ABBA cassette into your walkman, you shut the door of the family car and lock it before heading towards the front doors of Hawkins High. You were thankful your mom had every other Friday off, and agreed to let you use the car today to go to school, paired with a bunch of questions as to why you even needed it. Eddie would usually be by your house early enough to pick you up for school, so it felt odd not having your usual mode of transportation for the day. You weren’t even surprised though, because he didn’t even bother calling you last night to check up on you. You know it sounds silly, but if he still cared for you, he would’ve made sure you feeling okay, right?

Placing your headphones over your head, you press play and allow the wonderful, pop-y voices of ABBA to fill your ears as you open the doors to school. Your first two periods usually went by fast, those being Science and History, your favorite subjects. It wasn’t until third period you would start to worry, as that was your English class with Ms. O’Donnell…which is the one class you shared with Eddie. You weren’t sure what to expect, which made your stomach twist in several knots at the thought of hundreds of scenarios. 

You look up to see the Hellfire boys standing by their usual spot they’d meet in the morning. You turn the corner quickly, making your way past the band room where you gave a quick wave to Robin. Aside from the Hellfire boys, you didn’t have many friends. You were a very quiet being, and everyone thought it was ironic that you were in a relationship with one of the most outgoing, obnoxious people in Hawkins. It also didn’t help that you had been held back in the 7th grade due to family circumstances that came up, so half the friends you used to have graduated last year. But besides that, the rest of the school just didn’t peak your interest. You had Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and the Hellfire Club. That was really all you needed. 

Plopping down in your usual seat, you take your headphones of and stop the cassette from playing, hearing the first bell ring. You pack your walkman up and settle your books and pencils on the desk in front of you, ready to being the day so it can finally be over.

You sigh as you exit Ms. O’Donnells classroom, completely embarrassed when Jason Carver loudly questioned why you weren’t sitting or talking to Eddie, making immature comments saying “is the resident freak couple in a fight?” or “who would’ve thought Eddie “The Freak” Munson could keep his mouth closed for so long”, with half the class bursting out into hysterics. But the worst part of it all? Eddie WAS quiet. He didn’t say a damn thing to defend himself or even you, and that wasn’t like him. There were usually quippy comebacks to what Jason had to say, or just something to defend your honor. But when you looked back at him with helpless eyes, silently begging him to do something, he was out of it, his mind focussed elsewhere, making you turn back around and slump down in defeat.

You quickly take off towards the closest bathroom, running to the biggest stall and locking yourself inside. You felt so dumb. Not because of Jason Carver or any of his kiss-ass friends, but because you weren’t sure why Eddie wasn’t talking to you at all right now. You had no idea where the two of you stood and you felt like a stupid, stereotypical, boy-crazed girl. You wipe away a few tears that managed to slip down your cheeks and try to control your breathing. 

“Hey, are you okay in there?” You hear a girl ask. The voice sounded familiar to you, so you poked your head out to see the redhead freshman who would usually talk to Dustin and his other freshman friends, Max Mayfield. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you tell her, wiping your nose with your sleeve. God you felt pathetic. 

“Hey you’re Y/N right? You’re dating Eddie? I’m friends with some people in that Hellfire Club,” she tells you, and you can tell she’s trying really hard not to poke you for answers as to why you’re crying in the bathroom while everyone else is at lunch.

“Yeah, t-that’s me. And I know who you are Max,” you tell her, gathering your backpack and wrapping it around you. 

“Well are you going to the Talent Show tonight? My friends are doing some weird routine that I’m going to make fun of them for. Plus I hear Eddie’s going to put on an amazing show for his final Showcase,” she asks you, turning more your way.

“I don’t know. Some stuff has kind of-“

“I totally get it. But if you’re up to coming, you can sit by me, and we can make fun of my friends together,” she explains, a slight smile creeping up. You return the favor and send her a smile back.

“Thanks, I’ll think on that,” you tell her. You watch as she exits the bathroom and you let out a small sigh. You appreciated her actions, trying to distract you from everything that’s happened the past few days. You kind of needed that.

Going to the sink, you run your hands under the water with soap and look at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and you head cry tear stains upon your cheeks, making you let out an aggravated grunt. You rest your hands on either side of the sink and hang for head there for a moment. 

When all of a sudden, it hit you.

You jolt up and look at your eyes again, all puffy and swollen, but still big and round. You quickly exit the bathroom and speed walk to the newspaper room, where you needed to talk to one individual in particular. Busting the doors open, you see dozens of pairs of eyes looking up at you, annoyed by the sudden outburst. You mumble apologies and make your way towards Nancy.

“Hey Nance, I have a question,” you whisper, trying not to disturb anyone any more than you already have. She looks up at you for a moment before speaking and going back to her work.

“Yeah what’s up-oh my god, are you okay?” She asks, looking at your disheveled demeanor. 

“Yeah I’m fine-“

“Then why do you look like you’ve been crying? Did something happen? Does Robin know about it?” She continues to press. You roll your eyes and calmly smack your hand against the table, trying to get her to focus on anything but your appearance right now.

“Nance, stop…please, we’re getting off topic. You’re running the Talent Showcase right?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah…”

“Do you have anymore slots available?” You asked with a smirk. If Eddie wasn’t going to give you the normal time of day you’d been used to, then maybe he’s pay more attention if there was a larger audience. 

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The Talent Showcase was in full swing, with a good crowd out to see the students perform their countless variations of talents. You sat in-between Max and Robin in the crowd, waiting for your turn to be queued up to perform. Part of you was nervous, due to the fact that you haven’t performed in front of a crowd since you were in your kindergarten talent show, where you puked right after your performance after exiting the stage. So there was no pressure at all this time. You had recently just watched the freshmen of the Hellfire club perform…you had no idea how to describe what it is they did, but you giggled like Max told you you would. The next time you hung out with them, you’d be making fun of them to their faces for that one.

“Up next week have Corroded Coffin!” You heard Nancy announce as she appeared on stage. The curtains drew back and you saw the band’s signature set up, the drums with their logo and Eddie and his bandmates standing in rockstar poses. The sound of a guitar shredding filled the auditorium as they began playing their song, one you hadn’t heard before. You noticed the level of dedication that played into the band, the shear focus of hitting the notes and putting on the performance etched into their faces. Eddie’s tongue was sticking out slightly from his mouth, which was his telling sign that he was in the zone and laser focussed.

You looked around to see the crowd of parents and student ultimately not as responsive, with Hawkins only really liking “acceptable music.” But you noticed quite a few people bobbing their heads to the music and seemingly enjoying their performance, which made your heart a little happy. Even with the problems you were currently facing with Eddie, seeing his dream succeed in any form made you happy. 

The song starts to end and you hear some cheers coming from the crowd, you clapping just a bit to show your support. Despite your problems you’d been facing with your boyfriend, you still wanted to show you cared about his passion of music, because you still cared about him.

“We’ve been Corroded Coffin!” Eddie shouts in the mic, laughing and sticking his tongue out to the crowd before retreating backstage. You look to Robin next to you and lean closer to her.

“I’m up soon, so I’m gonna head backstage,” you tell her. She nods and gives you two thumbs up in support. You turn to Max and tell her the same, and she smiles and you and whispers some encouraging words in your ear. You stand from your seat and walk backstage.

“Hey Y/N,” Nancy says as she comes back from the stage where she just finished announcing the next talent show entry. You flash her a small smile, the nerves of being backstage starting to get to you.

“You have the tape all set up? On the right song?” You ask her. She simply nods and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re gonna do great out there. Just know why you’re really singing, and the nerves will float away. You got this,” she tells you with a smile. You give her a quick hug, a silent thank you for the encouraging words and tips. You hear the audience applaud and watch Nancy walk on stage again. 

“And our final act of the night, we have Y/N L/N!” Nancy says into the microphone. You slowly make your way out on the stage, taking in the faces that stare up at you from the crowd. Placing your hands on the mic, you swallow some nerves and shift your feet, trying to shake the remaining nerves out of your system. You see Robin and Max in the crowd where you once sat, their faces bright and supportive. You look out further in the crowd and see Eddie and his bandmates close to the door, as if they’re about to leave.

“H-hi,” you speak into the microphone, causing the sound to crackle a bit. You back up a little and try again.

“My name is Y/N L/N…and I’m going to sing a song that’s been holding some truth in my life recently.”

At that, you notice Eddie stop in his tracks and slowly turn around looking at you, shock all over his face. You quickly make point to look at the rest of the audience as you begin to hear Angel Eyes by ABBA’s intro being to fill the speakers. You let out another breath, and begin to sing to one of your favorite songs.

“Last night, I was takin a walk along the river

And I saw him together with a young girl

And the look that he gave her made me shiver

‘Cause he always used to look at me that way,”

As you sang those words, you looked Eddie’s way, as if you were singing directly at him, telling him what he’s done and how he had been making you feel. He had his arms crossed as he watched you sing, his face unreadable, which made your stomach churn for a moment, but ultimately remembering what Nancy told you.

You felt yourself calm down a bit as you started singing the chorus, moving your hips and adding some dance moves into this makeshift routine.

“Look into his angel eyes

One look and you’re hypnotized

He’ll take your heart and you must pay the price,”

You continued to sing, the audience nodding along and dancing as you continue with your act. You felt yourself becoming proud that you were able to grab the audience, despite not having performed in years. Maybe the people of Hawkins were still stuck in the 70’s. Or they just loved ABBA like you did.

Your dance moves felt more fluid as you let go of the microphone stand and moved in place, channeling your inner go-go girl and pop-star. 

The final bars of the song began to play and you sang the rest of the way, closing out with a note you weren’t sure you’d be able to hit, but, to your surprise, you did. The audience cheered as the song closed out and you felt yourself beginning to blush at the positive feedback from your performance. You saw Max and Robin cheering for you from their seats, blowing them kisses. 

You look up and see Eddie and the band clapping for you a bit, right before ducking out through the lobby of the auditorium. You exited the stage and found the backstage crew congratulating you, saying you were one of the best performances of the night.

You walk out of the auditorium with the rest of the crowd, Max, Nancy, and Robin by your side, talking about your performance and flooding you with compliments. You were starting to get dizzy from all this positive attention, it almost feeling like whiplash compared to what happened earlier in the day at school. You thanked them for your support and watched as Robin and Max piled into Nancy’s car, waving her goodbye before you started walking towards your car. 

You notice a tall, lanky figure leaning against your car, with long wavy hair and you knew it was only one person who knew which car was yours that fit that description. You sighed slightly, your eyes looking to the ground as you continued walking up to your car.

“Hi,” Eddie says, trying to make his presence known. You look u at him and he has a cigarette hanging loosely from him mouth, not yet lit.

“Hi Eddie…” you say, letting your voice trail off. You look around at everyone forming a line to exit the parking lot, almost leaving the two of you as the only ones not trying to escape the parking lot.

“That was some performance you put up there,” he told you, the tone in his voice unclear. You look back at him with the puzzled expression.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment or a diss?” You ask, crossing your arms. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it back in his pack.

“I meant it as a compliment, believe it or not.”

“Well it’s hard to tell where you’re heads been at the last few weeks,” you explained. He knew you could bite back when he did. Your feistiness is one of the things he told you he loved about you.

“So Gareth was right then. You were singing that song about me,” he says with a huff, looking towards the ground and readjusting his position against your car. You let out an aggravated sigh.

“Do you have a point you’re trying to make Eddie? Or can I get in my car and go home for the weekend?” You let out, annoyance dripping in your voice.

“Uh, yeah. I want to know why you chose to sing a damn song about me in front of nearly half the town?” He questioned. Now it was his turn to show he was annoyed.

As sweet as Eddie usually was, it was never really a shock to you to see him be defensive and rough sometimes. It was just in his nature due to his past.

“Well clearly trying to talk with you over the past few weeks wasn’t working, so I needed to get your attention somehow,” you explain to him. He gives you a puzzled look.

“What are you even talking about, Y/N?”

“What am I talking about? Eddie you’ve been distant as hell the past few weeks. Bailing on dates, not driving me home. I’ve really only seen you at school or Hellfire for the last couple weeks,” you answer. There was no way he was that clueless that he didn’t even see it himself.

“God forbid I have other shit to worry about, Y/N,” he says. Ouch, that stung a little. One thing you hated about fights with Eddie, he went for low blows or knew exactly what to say to get you riled up and upset.

“What like seeing Chrissy Cunningham?”

He freezes for a moment. Stilling all movements, as his dramatics always called for him moving as he spoke and talking with his hands. When he did this, it really could go either way. Really good, and the two of you would make up, or really bad and blow up in your face. Your sense were telling you it might be the latter tonight.

“Now I’m really lost,” he tells you, his eyebrows twisted in a pinched, angry look.

“I saw you two together yesterday. Hugging behind the school…going to our spot in the woods,” you explained, your voice growing quieter at the confession. Those damn insecurities of yours and the worries you were stressing about the previous night were crawling their way back up into your head, and it was making you feel weak and small.

“Look, Y/N, it isn’t wh-“

“No, I get it okay. You used to have a crush on her in middle school and maybe those feelings are still there and you wanted to act on them, it’s cool,” you say, tears brimming in your eyes. “I just wish you had the decency to break things off with me or, hell, even talk with me about it before doing anything.”

You look back up at him for a second and his features soften, seeing your face full of hurt and the water now spilling from your eyes. You were trying your hardest not to cry in front of him, but the love and adoration you hold for Eddie Munson is too much to let your strong demeanor stand.

“You think I’m cheating on you with Chrissy?” He asks you, his voice soft as well. You slowly nod, your sniffles growing louder as you keep trying to fight back the tears. Suddenly you feel yourself being engulfed by a pair of arms, looking up to see Eddie’s body smushed against yours. You tried to fight it away, just wanting to go home at this point, but his grasp was firm on you.

“Oh Y/N, you’re such an idiot,” he tells you. You gasp and continue to fight out of his touch.

“What the fuck Eddie?” You ask. He starts laughing a bit.

“I’m not cheating on you with Chrissy Cunningham, silly. Or anyone, for that matter,” he began to explain. You pull away from him slightly and he loosens his grip on you so he can meet your gaze. “She wanted to buy some pot for some cheerleader sleepover she was hosting tonight, and didn’t want anyone to see her in that new spot I picked by the gym. So, I suggested the old spot. That’s all that went down, okay?” He cups your cheeks and looks you in the eye, silently reassuring you with his soft expression that it truly wasn’t anything.

“W-well what about you flaking on me for the past few weeks?” You asked, sneaking your head out from around him to wipe away some tears and to rub at your nose. He smiles at your cute actions and helps you rub away all the mess your eyes made with the pad of his calloused thumb.

“I was practicing that new song we played in there! The band and I really wanted this showcase to be the best one yet and so we decided to write up a new song for it to perform. We’ve been hard at work and that was taking up all my free time besides Hellfire. Which I’m a little hurt you didn’t come to yesterday, by the way,” he added. You look away, embarrassed that he did notice your absence. 

“Well given what I thought went down yesterday, I was in no mood for watching from the throne,” you admit.

“Well next time you feel this way, and I really hope there isn’t a next time, just come talk to me okay? Don’t go singing in front of the town again about me,” he tells you before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, which you melt into.

“Mmm, okay. But only if you agree not to shut me out again or not talk to me. A relationship is a two way street, mister Munson, and putting everything aside, you not being there for me did hurt,” you explain to him, your eyes looking downward as your voice trails off again. He rests his head on yours for a moment and you feel him nodding, then pull away briefly. 

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way. and ‘M sorry for neglecting you. I promise not to shut you out anymore sweetheart,” he whispers, before ducking his head down to capture your lips with his own, leading you to wrap your arms around his neck. You tangle your fingers into his hair and give a small tug as he deepens the kiss, the two of you missing this intimacy from the last few weeks. You lowers his hands past your hips and cups your ass softly, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible, all while slipping his tongue in your mouth. Eddie sure was a smooth rebounder after a fight, knowing just what you liked to hear and have done to you once the two of you made amends.

You pull back to catch your breath and Eddie whines in protest. You could really tell the stress he was putting on himself for getting the song down for tonight had really weighed on him, having missed his girl. You felt that way too, as you felt those butterflies fluttering in your stomach after that intense kiss. Not to mention some other feelings that came up.

“C’mon, let’s go back to the trailer. I wanna show you how truly sorry I am, sweetheart,” he smirks and tugs you along to where he parked his van for the evening. 

“But what about my car? I drove her separately, remember?”

“It’ll still be here in the morning, babe. Or should I say, afternoon? That sounds more like when I might get done making it up to you.”

[verdantcrimson]

Heaven and Earth / Creation of Heaven and Earth - 3

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[One week later, Yumenosaki Academy Gardens]

Koga: Hmmmm. Yeah, I kinda got the sense that AKATSUKI was involved in a real mess these days.

Koga: So? You've been yammerin’ for a while now but whaddya even want me to say, Zakki~? 

Souma: I did not expect you to provide me with an opinion, Oogami-dono. I was merely making small talk as we worked.

Souma: I have been so terribly occupied with this ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth' business that I feel as though I have naught else to talk about.

Koga: Got it. I dunno if it's cause it's the end of the financial year or somethin’, but it feels like everyone's so fuckin’ busy.

Koga: It ain't so bad for my unit right now, but I wonder how long that peace is gonna last.

Souma: Fufu. So you believe it is due to ‘Andeddo’ being at peace that you are able to care for your plants with such serenity?

Souma: Once again, my sincere apologies. I had never imagined Oogami-dono's garden to be so vast.

Souma: I was on a run, and by pure accident, happened to trample upon the vegetables in the field—

Souma: I truly am sorry. I am assisting you with fieldwork to atone, so please find it in your heart to forgive me.

Koga: I don’t actually care that much. It’s kinda my fault for not fencin’ the area off, and you’ve apologized and everythin’.

Souma: Oogami-dono, you have changed quite a bit. You are far more even-tempered than you used to be.

Koga: Hmph. You’re talkin’ like I’ve been defanged or somethin’ so that ain’t too flatterin’ to hear yanno?

Souma: I simply think that it is a great thing to mature. We shall soon leave this academy behind, we cannot continue to walk around like chicks with eggshells on our heads indefinitely.

Souma: Our lives shall continue even after our schooling ends. Now is the time to deliberate how we will live outside this environment.

Koga: What’s goin’ on, you’re talkin’ about some unusually melancholic stuff, aren't ya?

Koga: Well, I guess it’s just the season. Graduation and all that.

Koga: Is that really what it is? I always thought that ya were as tough as steel, that nothin’ could ever dent ya, but ya look so down right now so could it be that—

Koga: Is that whole ‘Heaven and Earth’ thing still botherin’ ya?

Souma: Could you perhaps be worried about me, Oogami-dono?

Koga: I’m just makin’ small talk, dumbass.

Souma: Fufu… Well undoubtedly, it has been difficult. The ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ job has been an unprecedented undertaking for us, and it almost makes me wonder if it may be too large a burden for us to bear.

Souma: Hence, we have been left stumped as to whether it is even possible for us to take on this job in the first place, much less whatever it may entail.

Koga: Right, you’ve gotta get the approval of those stupidly named ‘Three Sages’. Let me guess, they won’t shake their heads and accept ya?

Souma: Nay. All three have officially approved of us to host ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’.

Koga: Huuh? So what’s the issue?

Souma: I am unsure if this is an appropriate way to phrase it, but these three figures are, let us just say— Unique. 

Souma: In exchange for their approval of us, they each had their say in what the contents of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ would be.

Souma: They say that too many cooks spoil the broth… Indeed, their respective demands were utterly incompatible, and we are now at an impasse. 

Koga: Ah right... If there’s too many people in charge, then they’re all gonna give out completely different orders and ya won’t know whose to follow.

Koga: Since Rhythlink is an old agency with a buncha important people, ya tend to hear about cases like that pretty often.

Souma: Umu. It is at times like these that I cannot help but feel envious of the more newly established agencies like ‘Sutaapuro’ and ‘Newdee’.

Koga: What’d they say specifically though?

Koga: I mean, we’re in the same agency so maybe we could help eachother out or—

Koga: Tch, forget what I just said. That ain’t like me, I probably just have too much time on my hands these days to think about shit that ain’t my business.

Souma: Fufu. I am not expecting any sort of solution, rather, I merely wished to confide in someone about it— Which is why, might I ask you to lend me an ear? Just that much would lift a weight off of me.

Souma: The first thing we did was approach one of these ‘Three Sages’, the one known as ‘Hideyoshi-sensei’.

Koga: Hideyoshiii? S’that his actual name? I know it’s the name of a historical figure but…?

Souma: It seems as though that is just a moniker. His real name is something different.

Souma: These three acclaimed historians are named after Nobunaga, Hideyoshi and Ieyasu respectively, in reference to three great figures from the Sengoku Era.

Koga: Huuuh. Even someone like me knows who those guys are. They’re easy to remember.

Souma: Umu. As for the reason they are named such, it is apparently due to the fact they share characteristics with these three historical figures.

Souma: Roughly speaking, Nobunaga-sensei is a reformist, rather militant in nature, and quite fear-inducing when angered.

Souma: As opposed to Ieyasu-sensei, who is more conservative, a pacifist and mild mannered. However, there are rumors that he is the most conniving of the ‘Three Sages’.

Souma: The last of the three, Hideyoshi-sensei, is an eccentric personality, fond of bizarre ideas, with a love for money and profit above all else.

Koga: They’re seriously the spittin’ images of the Sengoku Warlords.

Souma: They could also be acting in accordance with the titles bestowed upon them in order to live up to expectations.

Souma: Similar to how we would like to live up to the expectations that our ‘fansu’ have of us, is that true?

Koga: Yup. It’s kind of depressin’ to think of whether or not I’ll be keepin’ my rude and immature speech patterns when I’m an old man though. ¹

Koga: If I start talkin’ normally now, the fans’ll be disappointed.

Souma: On the other hand, if I were to suddenly adopt those same speech patterns, my fans would be quite perplexed.

Koga: Why don’tcha try talkin’ like me? You’d be surprised at how quick you’ll get used to it.

Souma: Indeed, I am the great and mighty Souma Kanzaki from AKATSUKI~! ‘Rokku ando roru’!

Koga: FWAHAH… Okay stop it now, ya just look like a kid playin’ pretend! ♪

Souma: Very well. That aside, while their personality may be a result of adhering to the characteristics of their namesakes—

Souma: These ‘Three Sages’ have a tendency to speak in a rather fantastical manner, which is difficult for an average person such as myself to comprehend.

Souma: Firstly, we made a request to meet with Hideyoshi-sensei who lived closest to us, however…

Souma: The very first words he uttered were this:

Souma: —“I, like seriously, super hate history!”

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Translation notes

I've done a bit of localizing to this exchange, but it originally centered around Koga's personal pronoun of choice, 'ore-sama' (俺様) which is a very arrogant way of referring to yourself. Being so arrogant is viewed as a sign of immaturity, which is why Koga laments the thought of having to keep it up in his old age. When Souma mimicks him, he borrows this pronoun.